4 - Every Dog Has His Day

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

"Hey, Sam. I wanted to talk to you for a bit . . . if it's okay?" I asked him cautiously.

Sam cleared his throat, but didn't turn around to face me. "Close the door, Sookie, and take a seat. What's on your mind?"

I did as he asked. Relief flowed through my tired body since it was the first time I'd sat down all night. "Sam, I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier." I searched for a valid explanation, but finding none, I opted to take Tara's advice. "I guess it's that time of the month for me, and I acted a bit crazy. I swear it won't happen again. Please forgive me."

Sam finally turned and I could see the longing and hurt in his eyes. "Sookie, you kissed and touched me, and you're telling me it was all due to your time of the month? Are you serious?"

Shit! Tara said that excuse worked for everything. The realization quickly hit me. With Sam's supe senses, he could tell I was lying. Shit! Shit! Now what? I guessed the only thing to do now was tell the truth. "I can't put one past you huh, Sam? I'm . . . I'm sorry. I guess I'm embarrassed and I am having a tough time trying to explain myself, but I don't really know what happened."

"Sookie, are you with Eric right now, or what's going on? I thought you said you were bonded." Sam leaned forward in his chair.

"No and yes, I guess. I mean yes, I am bonded to Eric, but we aren't together . . . yet." I added that a bit apprehensively, showing how much in denial I was. It was evident to everyone around, if Eric hadn't bothered to come for me in almost a month, chances were he wasn't going to.

Sam sighed and relaxed back in his chair which let out a loud squeak. He tilted his head to the right and I saw he had a quarter-sized hickey mark on his neck. I gasped, and felt my cheeks burn red. "Oh my God, Sam! Did I do that to you?"

He lightly traced his neck with his fingers. "Yes, it would seem that way. Sookie, do you have feelings for me?"

"Of course I do, Sam. You are one of my few, true friends."

"Friend, Sookie? I'm sorry, but friends don't do what we just did, Sookie." Sam lowered his gaze and leaned back in his chair.

"Sam, that's why I'm so sorry. I know how you feel about me, and it must have confused you as to how I feel."

He looked up at the ceiling to avoid my gaze.

I felt horrible for what I was putting him through. "Sam, the only thing I can think of that might be making me act this way could be the Blood Bond I share with Eric. You see . . . I . . . I've been having strange dreams and feelings lately. Sometimes, those feelings overpower me and make me act in way so unlike anything I'd normally do." I inched forward, thinking to hold his hand, but thought better of it.

Sam looked me over, trying to read my body language. He got out of his chair and made his way to the front side of his desk. With a loud sigh, he moved his name plaque and sat down, facing me.

I remained in my chair, looking up at him. To my horror, I realized our closeness was bringing that familiar warmth over me again. I quickly stood up.

Eric flashed before my eyes in his naked glory. "Lover, look at me. Don't take your eyes off me," he said, spreading my legs apart, and thrusting his fingers in my moistened sex.

"Sookie, I want to talk to you about this. Please answer me. Are you with Eric? Do you have feelings for him or—"

"Oh, Sam, I'm sorry. I have to go." I tried to keep myself from giving into Eric's image before me, but I couldn't get the picture of Eric thrusting into me mercilessly and sending me to ecstasy out of my head. "Oh . . . " I moaned and staggered forward as the imagery of Eric's perfect naked body, floating in my mind, was just too much for me to handle.

"Tell me, Lover. Tell me what you want," naked Eric purred in my head as he stroked his Gracious Plenty.

"Oh . . . "I moaned, falling into Sam's arms. "I can't stop myself. You just feel so good and your touch sets me on fire. God, I want you inside me . . . " I replied to Eric, but Eric wasn't in the room with me—Sam was.

Sam tilted my head up. "What did you say?"

I threw my arms around his neck, which made him flinch his shoulders back in surprise.

No, this was not Eric. It's Sam! I started to shake away the image of Eric in my head as Sam's scent was invading my nostrils again. Pull away! I told myself, but somehow my body would not respond. Pull away; this is not Eric! I shouted louder in my head, but I still couldn't make myself move.

Having my arms around Sam felt so good. I wondered why I'd never noticed how warm he was, or how inviting his musky, masculine scent was. I pulled him closer to me and ran my hands down his back.

"Oh, to hell with it . . . " Sam threw his arms around me, too, and planted a kiss on me that almost came close to being as good as Eric's—almost. "Stop me, Sookie," he said, moving his mouth hungrily over mine. "Stop me, or tell me you want this as much as I do," he mumbled, then laid claim to my neck.

"Oh, yes, please don't stop . . . " I didn't have to tell him twice before he lifted the front of my T-shirt and slid his hands underneath my bra. I moaned as he squeezed my nipples and tugged on them, kissing me with all the passion he'd stored up for me over the years. "Please don't stop! That feels so good," I whispered as Sam kissed me and teased my hardened peaks.

As his kisses intensified, I felt an on switch come to life within my body and I began to unbutton Sam's jeans.

Never stopping his assault on my lips, his hands left my nipples and he undid his pants. "Oh, Sookie, please touch me. Please," Sam begged me.

I quickly complied and grabbed onto his thick erection. God, he feels so warm.

Sam gasped as I stroked him and I eagerly sought his lips again for a kiss. He lifted my shirt higher and pulled my bra cups down, fully displaying my breasts. "Oh, Sookie, you don't know how long I have been waiting to do this," he said, leaning down to tease the puckered tip with his tongue.

"Touch me. Please touch me. I'm yours. I'm yours," I said.

"Come here." Sam moved around to the other side of the desk where he was sitting, and turned around to face the wall. He moved his chair aside so he could have space to sit on the edge of his desk. When he sat down, he pulled me over to his side. He reached down and took out his cock, opening his legs wider so I could have better access to him. "Don't stop touching me, Sookie. Please, I've waited so long."

With my back on his chest, I snuggled into him and grasped his hardened length.

"Oh, yes," he moaned, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of my strokes. Just as I thought he was going to come, he stopped thrusting and embraced me. With one hand, he reached over to cup my breast, kneading and tugging on my nipple. He slid his other hand slowly down my shorts, which he unbuttoned with ease. He brought his warm fingers to my mound, and traced my folds delicately as if he was savoring the moment before he plunged them inside.

I looked up at him and relished the lustful look in his eyes.

He finally inserted his finger in me and I rolled my head back, inching closer to the intoxicating heat of his body. He kissed my neck lightly and inserted another finger in my aching core.

By now, I had completely lost my self-control. The warmth from his fingers was such a welcome sensation, I didn't last long as he teased my clit. I released on his expert fingers—stopping for a moment from pumping him as my body shook from the orgasm he'd just given me.

He took his fingers out and wiped my juices on his pants. "I want to get inside you, Sookie. Do you want me to get inside you?" he asked softly into my ear as he roamed his hands around my body.

"Oh, yes! Please fuck me, oh . . . please, Eric, I need you inside me. Make me yours, Eric. I love the way you fuck me, Eric!"

Sam abruptly stopped what he was doing. "Eric? What did you say, Sookie? Eric?"

My eyes must have hit the floor at how wide I opened them, but there was no time to explain.

The office door flew open and Terry blasted into the room.

I looked up at a mirror Sam kept above his desk and noticed Terry behind me. He was fuming and had his eyes affixed to some faraway place, not really registering what was in front of him. Both Sam and I were frozen in place—me with my hands on his pulsing erection already wet and slick with his pre-cum, and him with his arms around me.

"Sam, I need some help out there!" Terry shouted. The troubled vet kneaded his hands restlessly. Terry had that crazed look in his eye again. The same one he always got whenever he was stressed and memories of his time at war came to him. Luckily for us, we were facing the wall and he was too far gone in his thoughts to notice our strange positions.

Sam kept his back to Terry and we let go of each other. I quickly pulled up my bra and pulled the front of my shirt down. Both Sam and I then started to set the rest of our clothes to rights.

As I quickly glanced up at Terry behind me, I saw he was sweating and shaking his head around nervously, still not taking notice of what we were doing. He was so enraptured in his thoughts, it made me think about what he had been through when he had gone to war.

"Oh, Sookie, you're here, too," he said, briefly looking at us. "Hey, you said ten minutes! It's been longer than that, and I have my hands full out there." He looked up pensively and quickly went back to that faraway place in his head.

"Um . . . sorry, Terry," I said.

"Shit! This is worse than being in a firefight! Soldiers everywhere, guns going off. Everyone talking and screaming at once. Everyone yelling and no one knows what to do. I don't know if we have enough clam chowder, Sam. What if we run out of burger buns? How are we going to survive this night and make it back to base?" He kept rubbing his hands together looking at the floor as he mumbled incoherently.

"Terry. Terry! It's all right. Just calm down," Sam said.

Sam and I finished getting our clothes together and I was thankful Terry hadn't even registered Sam and I were in an embrace when he had walked in, much less noticed the guilty look on our faces.

"I'm sorry to burst in here, Sam, but we have a bigger than usual crowd today," Terry said, coming back to the present.

"Okay, Terry. Let's go handle this," Sam said.

We all proceeded to walk out of the office.

Now fully snapping to reality, Terry looked at Sam and then at me. "Oh, hey! I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

"No, nothing." I felt a pang of guilt as I saw the hurt look in Sam's eyes. "I'll be right with you guys; I just need to w-wash my h-hands," I stammered. Not sure what excuse to use, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "I accidently touched some mayonnaise," I weakly said, feeling Sam's pre-cum on my fingers.

Both men looked at me.

"Yeah, same here, Terry," Sam added.

Terry waved his hands in the air. "We don't have time for that! The customers are yelling. I almost have a riot on my hands. I'll just grab you some ice from the cooler and you can clean your hands with that. It's just mayonnaise, for God's sake. Just lick it off!"

"Ugh, no, Terry," both Sam and I said at the same time.

"It won't take a minute," I finished saying.

We walked out into the restaurant and Terry wasn't kidding. Every table was occupied, and some people were standing by the door waiting for tables.

"Finally!" several angry customers, Arlene, and Holly cried out as we emerged from the back area. When both Sam and I started walking to the bathrooms, people made shucking noises in protest.

Terry quickly yelled, "It's okay, folks! They're just gonna wash their hands cuz they ran into some mayonnaise back there."

Oh my God! Could this night get even worse? I felt my face redden again and I quickly made my way inside the Ladies' room. After washing my hands, I splashed more water on my face and neck. What the hell is wrong with me? Once again, I had done things with Sam, and what was worse, he had done things to me as well. Now I really wanted to run out the door.

Damn the tips! I yelled in my head, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Like Tara had said, it wasn't the end of the world. Besides, I had bills to pay and my modesty was going to do diddly squat.

I tried to shake everything off and I made a silent prayer that naked Eric would stay away from my thoughts before I did anything else I would regret later.

Images of Sam's erection in my grip came to my mind. Ugh! Oh, my God! What have I done? My body shook partly in disgust and partly in need. I failed miserably to regain control of myself. Splashing more cold water on my face, I forced myself to stop thinking about that for the moment and concentrated on getting out of the bathroom and doing my job. Finally, after cleaning myself up and regaining some composure, I immediately went to my tables and made sure my customers were taken care of.

But I was still so flustered, I momentarily lost control of my shields.

What the hell were they doing back there?

Was she giving him a blowjob or what?

Is that a hickey on his neck?

Mayonnaise my ass!

Those were the general thoughts people sent my way. I quickly concentrated and brought my shields back up to stop hearing their mental comments.

It was hard work not looking up at Sam as the night dragged on. Somehow, though, I did it and I never looked at the other side of the bar. I was dying of embarrassment because of what I had done with him, not to mention the name I had screamed out after I climaxed on Sam's fingers. I just didn't know how the hell I was going to keep this job or ever look at Sam again. But that was something I was going to have to think about tomorrow. Tonight, all I could think of was my bills that weren't going to pay themselves.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and quickly got things under control again. The rush at the bar finally died down, and even Jane—the town drunk—stopped ordering drinks and just sat there looking at her glass. I let out a sigh and felt exhausted. I had to look at the positive side, though. The night was not a total loss. I had made some really good tips and I was going to have a little spending money left over after I paid my bills. Maybe it would be enough to tide me over until I got a new job.

I made my table rounds again, asking customers if they needed anything else, and since I was busy walking back and forth, I wasn't at all prepared to handle the cool, smooth voice that came from behind me.

"Busy night, Sookie?"

From all the events that had happened that day, I was so wired I actually felt like I jumped out of my skin. My worst fear materialized before me. "Bill! Hi! Umm . . . "

"Yo, Sookie!" Terry yelled out at me while shaking the phone at me. "Phone call!"

I quickly turned around, thanking God for this momentary reprieve of not having to talk to Bill. "Hold on, Bill. Who is it, Terry?"

"Oh, I forgot to ask, Sookie. Hold on." Terry cradled the receiver. "Who is this again? Oh, you don't say. Well, that's mighty personal, sir. How about I just tell her your name? Okay, hold on. Sookie, it's Eric Northman."

My head spun around as I found myself in one heck of an OSM—oh shit moment. I sighed heavily, somehow knowing it wasn't going to be my last surprise of the evening.

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A/N: How long had Bill been there? And would he notice/say anything?

A/N 2: I had no clue back in 2009 that Sam would be Sookie's end game, so I threw him a bone in this story. LOL