2 - Deceiving Kisses

Disclaimer: The Southern Vampire Series, and all characters from it, is owned by Charlaine Harris. The original characters and plot from my fan fiction are mine. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

June 2013 - UPDATED - This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.

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Sookie POV

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Amelia called out as I made my way into the kitchen. "How was your night?" she asked excitedly.

"Amelia, tone it down a bit, please. I haven't had coffee yet," I replied.

Amelia bounced around me, trying to look into my eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you sure you were alone in your room? I heard voices . . . "

"It was me, Amelia. I was just going over . . . some stuff."

"Hmm . . . that's not good, girlfriend. Talking to yourself means you need to get laid ASAP!"

"Amelia, can you hold off on your dirty sex comments until I get three cups of coffee in me, please?"

"Sure thing, roomie. Though it seems you need to get something else besides coffee in you . . . if you know what I mean." She laughed and handed me a coffee cup.

I took the cup and rolled my eyes. I walked over to the coffee maker and poured myself some coffee.

"Oh, did I give you the message that Niall called you this morning?"

"Nope. Did he say what he wanted? He called me last night and left a message on my cell. I was going to call him back today." I blew on the hot coffee and took a cautious sip.

Amelia raised and lowered her eyebrows suggestively. "Sounds to me like he found a cure to your uh . . . talking voices problem. He said for you to prepare yourself tonight."

"Prepare myself? What does that mean?"

"Well, call and find out, Sooks."

"All right. Hand me my cell. It's there by my purse." Amelia brought it to me and I dialed my great-grandfather's number only to be greeted by his answering service. I left him a message and hung up. "Oh, well. I'm sure he'll pop by if something important happened."

"Yea, he would. Hey, is it all right if Tray and I stop by Merlotte's tonight?"

"Sure, that'd be great. We're running a special on burger baskets—your fave," I said.

Amelia's face lit up and she smiled.

"So, have you heard from Octavia?"

"Oh, girl. Take a seat. It's a long story."

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After chitchatting a bit with Amelia about Octavia, who was out of town for a Concealment Spells Seminar, I did a few spare things around the house until it was finally five in the afternoon and time to go to work.

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Business was just picking up at Merlotte's as I made my way to the employee lounge. I set my things in my personal cubby and put my apron on. I turned and saw Sam walk into the room, wearing his usual blue jeans with a short-sleeved Merlotte's T-shirt and work boots.

"Hey, Sookie. How's my favorite waitress today?" he asked rather happily.

"Hey, Boss. Everything's just great. Just another Friday night. Hopefully, the customers are in a big tipping mood."

"Why sure, Sookie. All you have to do is flash them your award-winning smile and you'll have them eating out of the palm of your hand." He smiled his goofy Sam smile and nervously ran his hand through his hair.

The man has no game. I felt a sudden pang of pity for him at that moment. I wanted to chuckle, but instead my gaze turned to the toned muscle bulging on his bicep as he flexed his arm upwards to stroke his hair. Hmm . . . why haven't I ever noticed that before?

As Sam ran his hands through his hair, he reminded me of the prince in the Shrek movie who tossed his head to shake his perfect hair. It seemed funny somehow to envision Sam with perfect hair, much less a perfect body. And speaking of a perfect body, I immediately thought of Eric: the six-foot-four untamed, blond sex god with chiseled features of utter perfection.

Oh no, not again! The heat in my body started to slowly rise as Eric's naked image flashed before my eyes and invaded my thoughts. I panicked as now the lust attacks had moved beyond the morning and were invading the rest of my day.

I closed my eyes and let out a small moan. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open and I felt as if I was in a dream. I moved toward Sam and caught his arm while it was still in midair—not quite free of his hair.

I moved my body close to his and felt his warmth surround me. I took in his scent and noticed his breathing had slowed to short, raspy breaths. I brushed my lips against his and snickered lustfully in his ear, "Oh yeah, and what would I have to do to make you eat out of the palm of my hand?"

In my haze, Eric was in front of me—not Sam—and I wanted my Viking. Every pore of my body yearned for Eric's touch. I placed my right hand over Sam's sex and cupped it with my hand.

"What if I did this, baby? Would this do the trick?" I brushed my lips across Sam's mouth and I squeezed him below.

At the sudden pressure to his dick, Sam semi-closed his eyes and gasped. "Sookie . . . " His voice brought me back from my haze, and I let go of his raised arm. I then froze when I realized where my other hand was placed and what it was squeezing.

"Sam? Oh my God, Sam. I am so sorry! I don't know why I did that. Oh, my God, am I fired?" I turned various shades of red and turned around with a sick feeling in my stomach. What had I just done? What was wrong with me? Why did I think Sam was Eric? Why did I touch him like that?

"Sookie." Sam grabbed my arm and turned me around. "Of course you're not fired. I am just . . . wow . . . oh . . . wow. Sookie, you can touch me like that any day and I can guarantee you, it wouldn't take any effort on your part to have me eating out of the palm of your hand."

He pulled me close to him, and even though everything told me to push him back, he felt so good that I couldn't pull away. Even his hands, which somehow ended up on my butt felt like they belonged there. His warmth and musky scent surrounded me, and I couldn't help but savor the feel of his hardening erection through his clothes.

Another image of Eric lying naked on my bed using his finger in a come-hither motion flashed before my eyes. I inexplicably tilted my head and was filled with an uncontrollable desire to lick Sam's neck. Before I could control myself, I laced my tongue across the side of it, as if I was licking an envelope. I then moved my tongue over his Adam's apple and lightly sucked on it.

Since his skin felt so warm, I was thoroughly enjoying kissing Sam, and I decided to trace my tongue back to the side of his neck. Once there, I opened my mouth and sucked fervently on his soft flesh. Sam moaned loudly as I simultaneously squeezed his hardened length and sucked on his neck.

"Oh yes, Sookie . . . oh . . . " He tightened his grip on my butt and pulled me closer, while my breasts brushed on his chest.

The sudden movement snapped me back to reality and I pulled away from him. It took a moment to compose myself. "Sam, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, I . . .I . . . have to get back to work." I practically ran out of the room, flew into the restaurant area, and made my way into the Ladies' room. I left him looking at me with this mouth hanging open, not quite believing what had just happened between us.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and it seemed I could hardly recognize my own reflection. My face was flushed and bright red, and I was literally panting, not to mention I was feeling some commotion down in my private parts. What the hell was happening to me? I got excited over Sam?

I couldn't understand why being around Sam was affecting me so, and as I turned on the water faucet, another image of naked Eric floated into my brain. I quickly fought it and thought of something else. It was almost nightfall, and Eric would be up soon. I had to call him and find out if he was responsible for the images setting my senses ablaze.

I folded my arms across my chest and held myself tightly as part of me wanted to run back to Sam, pull down his pants and suck on something of his more fervently. I had to squash that urge immediately.

I fought to regain control of myself and wondered if I was experiencing Eric's lust for the opposite sex through our Blood Bond. It pained me to think this was how Eric acted towards other women. Did he just fuck whatever walked in front of him and flirted with him? I shook the thought out of my head. No, he's still asleep. It can't be that.

As I splashed cold water on my face and neck, I felt a sudden urge to run all the way home. I felt like flinging the bathroom door open and running as fast as my legs could carry me out of Merlotte's, since I didn't know how in the world I was going to face Sam now.

But I couldn't go home. I depended on the Friday tips. They basically made my whole week and I had lots of bills to pay. I closed my eyes and wondered what the hell I going to do.

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