A/N: Hooray for being in a place where I can write every day!

Chapter 18

She held the door open for him and he slipped inside. When she closed it behind her, he pushed her up against it and kissed her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, her tongue stroking his. She couldn't believe she was doing this but it felt right. She was waiting for something to put on the breaks, but, so far, she was all on board.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, out of breath.

"Do you want me to get you a drink or something?"

He chuckled a little.

"No, my lover. As much as I would love one, I will do without a drink."

It was a weird thing to say but he kissed her again and she quickly forgot all about it.

He kissed down her neck to her throat and she heard him take a deep breath through his nose. It made her shiver. Her hands dipped under his shirt and she felt the smooth contours of his back. She pushed the shirt up higher and he pulled it over his head and off.

This was happening. She was about to potentially lose her virginity to a blond hunk of… something… right then and there. The fact that she didn't know what he was didn't even give her pause.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair again and he kissed down a little lower and took her nipple into his mouth through her shirt and bra. He soon moved to the other and, after a few moments, she pulled his head back up to her lips.

As hot as all this was, she didn't want to lose her virginity up against her front door. And that was if she really let it go so far. She pulled away, panting.

Was she really going to do this? Lead him to her bedroom and let him make love to her?

His hair was tousled and it only turned up the sexy. He reached out and touched her breasts, almost reverently, and then looked in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful. Will you be mine?"

She swallowed around a lump in her throat. This was it. The million dollar question. Was she ready to choose, despite what she'd told Sam earlier that day? Should she throw caution to the wind and pick Eric and end things with Sam?

"Yes."

He kissed her hard again but she pulled away before they really got started. He was going to try to glamour her once more, but she put her hand against his chest. It took her a minute to get her breath back. When she finally did, she smiled up at him. He tried not to show his impatience and smiled back.

She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom. It was dark and she left the lights off and kissed him. It heated back up quickly. This time, she pulled her own shirt over her head and threw it on the floor and toed off her shoes. She kicked them out of the way. He kissed down her neck to her breasts and sucked one and then the other through her bra.

He reached around to unclasp it and she slid it down her arms and it fell to the floor. He touched her breasts.

"Beautiful."

He could feel the blood flow to the surface as she blushed.

She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back. His body was magnificent. She ran her hand down to his ass and pulled him closer to her.

She pulled her face away and moved her hand to his chest.

"So, we're together? A couple? Like boyfriend-girlfriend?"

He smiled.

"Yes. Of course."

Although he was hardly a boy.

He leaned forward and tried to kiss her again. She leaned back a little further.

"This… This is my first time."

He smiled a little wider. He was thrilled.

"I will be gentle, my lover."

He kissed along her collarbone and down to her breasts again while he unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her zipper. He moved lower, kissing along the soft skin of her abdomen. He flicked his tongue into her belly button and began to pull down her pants, following along with his mouth. He knelt on the floor and nuzzled against her sex through her panties, inhaling the scent of her arousal. He trailed his tongue along her femoral artery until he reached the inside of her knee. She stepped out of her jeans and stood before him in just her underwear.

"Gods. You are perfect."

To her, the scars were stark in the moonlight shining in through her bedroom window, but she could see the truth of his words on his face. She blushed again.

"So are you. But you're also overdressed."

He laughed and stood back up to kiss her again. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down over his hips. He was wearing red briefs and was straining the fabric with his erection. She finished pulling his pants down until she was on her knees before him. They both swallowed. He stepped out of his pants and pulled her to her feet. He scooped her up and laid her down on the bed.

"Beautiful."

He stretched out beside her and she rolled onto her side to face him. He cupped her cheek in his hands and kissed her. She stroked the muscles in his back, committing the shape of his body to memory.

He rolled on top of her and kissed her again. He darted his tongue in her ear and licked along the shell. He mouthed his way down to her throat and scraped his human teeth along her carotid and then licked it. He kissed lower. When he got to her breasts, he couldn't help but stop and pay homage to them. He licked and sucked on one nipple and then the other. He kept going and kissed down her body. He slid down her panties while trailing his tongue down her leg to her ankle. He pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. He took the time to remove his briefs as well.

When he kissed his way back up, he stopped at the juncture between her legs. First he inhaled and shivered at her scent. And then he took a taste. They both moaned in pleasure. He thought he could happily spend his death with his face buried between her thighs.

Had he really promised a relationship to someone he couldn't bite? One who smelled more delicious than any other human he'd ever scented?

She came quickly, with her hands buried in her hair. He eased back until she wasn't quite so sensitive and made her cum again before he slid up to kiss her mouth again. She relished the taste of herself on his lips and tongue.

He smiled down at her.

"Are you ready?"

She swallowed and then closed her eyes and took a breath.

"Yes."

His smile widened before he leaned down to kiss her again. He pulled away and quickly pierced the skin of his thumb. She didn't notice. He spread the blood on his cock and centred himself against her. He took his own breath and then slid inside. When he reached her hymen, he stopped.

"This might hurt a bit but it will be over soon."

She tensed a bit when he gave a harder push, but then relaxed her muscles when he bottomed out inside her and exhaled. He reached up and swept a hair out of her face and then kissed her softly.

"Are you alright?"

She smiled up at him.

"It didn't hurt at all."

"Good."

Slowly, he pulled out of her and then back in again. And again. Her hips began to move, rolling to meet every thrust. He looked down and kissed her.

He moved his mouth to her throat and licked up her carotid again. He couldn't believe he was having sex with a human he couldn't bite. In a relationship with one, even, whatever that meant. He wanted to so badly but knew it was out of the question. Just in case, he looked into her eyes and began to glamour her for a third time. Her brow furrowed a little and he stopped before he'd even really gotten started. Once again, he wondered what she was and if she really was something other than human and, if so, if she knew.

He was sure she didn't know what he was, though. He wished she did, but he didn't want to scare her away. Maybe he would tell her soon. He would have no choice; he couldn't refrain from biting her forever.

He kissed back up to her mouth again and palmed her breast as he slowly slid in and out of her. She was still matching his pace and he could tell she was greatly enjoying herself.

Soon, she pulled her mouth away and gasped at him.

"Faster."

He sped up his hips, pushing harder into her. She sped up, too. She was so tight and her body felt amazing under him and she was fucking him back like a seasoned lover, even though he knew for sure it was her first time.

She pulled her head away and bared her throat and it was very difficult not to bite. She smelled so delicious. Instead, he sucked on her pulse point and then kissed it before he moved up to her ear.

She began to moan with every thrust and bucked her hips and he sped up a little faster. He knew she was close. So was he. He held back until she was teetering right at the edge. They came together, with his face buried in her neck, smelling the sweet scent of her skin and her hair and still tasting her mouth on his tongue.

When they were through, he leaned down to kiss her before he rolled off. Hesitantly, she rolled against him and cuddled up on his side, her leg thrown over his and her hand on his chest. She ran her fingers through the sparse hair on his chest.

She was still breathing hard.

"That was… Wow."

He laughed.

"I agree."

And it would only get better.

He leaned down and kissed her softly.

Somehow, he was sated, even without tasting her blood. A small part of him smugly thought that he'd won against the shifter. Most of him, though, was elated that she was his and amazed that he could feel this way for someone he couldn't bite and grappling with the sheer weight of his feelings for her. But temporarily forsaking others was worth the wait. As long as the relationship lasted, it would be just a blip in his long life.

He realized he didn't enjoy that thought one bit.

Sookie had been sure she'd have regrets if she made the wrong choice. She had none. That had been incredible and he had been so sweet and careful and attentive. He was playing with her hair and it was comforting. She felt like she could snuggle up against his cool body forever.

She shivered. She thought she'd seen a glimpse of fangs when he'd had his peak. His pale body was hard and chiseled, lit only by the moonlight and his luminescent skin. She'd felt that tingling feeling in her brain again, although it had disappeared almost as soon as it had started. The one she'd only ever felt when she was alone with him.

She remembered what the doctor had thought about vampire blood and the white glowing skin of several others in the bar earlier that night. Their quiet minds. She wondered if it really could be true. And yet she wasn't afraid. He hadn't even bitten her during sex.

A werewolf falling in love with a vampire. She hoped it was a love story instead of a horror show.

She took a deep breath and then reached up to let him kiss her again.