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.
*TIGHT ERIC HUGS* To: Maria Terese for hooking me up with all the tasty Swedish language. Mmm! Delish!
June 2013 - Updated
This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.
Tray, Amelia, and Sookie made it back to Merlotte's at around half-past twelve. Tray had stopped by his shop and gotten his work truck and tools so he could begin installing the new windshield on Eric's Corvette. Sookie was pretty sure this was not something a normal man could do by himself, but since Tray was a Supe, he managed alone.
Amelia stayed and talked with Sookie, while Tray worked on the windshield and then on the flat tire. It didn't take him long to finish, and pretty soon all they heard was the sound of crickets singing their nightly song around them.
"What time is it?" Sookie asked.
"It's nineteen minutes past one," Tray answered with a yawn.
"Oh, don't do that, Tray," Amelia said, yawning as well. "Those things are super contagious."
Feeling guilty they were up so late, Sookie turned to Tray. "Thanks, Tray. Listen, Amelia, why don't you both go home? I'm sure Eric will be by any minute."
"No, Sookie. I can't leave you alone. Not after what happened tonight." Especially since Mr. King Hotness might show up again, and I'm not missing that. Amelia quickly started humming in her head when Sookie shot her a nasty look.
"Amelia, it's fine, really. Now please go to bed and I'm sorry for having disturbed your evening."
"Oh, don't worry about us, Sooks. We were just watching a movie. Anytime you need me, don't hesitate to call me–especially if you and Eric decide to do another public mating ceremony. I'm totally down with that."
"Goodnight, Amelia," Sookie said dryly. "Please take her, Tray," Sookie pleaded, trying hard not to chuckle.
Amelia kissed her goodnight and Tray said his goodbyes as well.
After they drove away, Sookie sat in the passenger side of the Corvette and leaned back.
"Mmm . . . " Sookie moaned, sinking into the comfortable leather seats. This feels heavenly. I just need to rest my eyes for a moment. Just a moment. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
Sookie felt as if she was in a paradise, gliding seamlessly through a clear blue ocean. A sense of peace and absolute serenity filled her being while she slowly swam in the transparent waters. She wondered how she was able to do this without breathing, but she was having too much fun to think on that for too long.
Out of nowhere, a sudden feeling of fear gripped her. The clear waters transformed to black and she raced to swim up to the surface. Unable to breathe, she sunk like lead into the dark depths below with her arms wrapped around her neck, pleading for air.
With a loud gasp, Sookie awoke and felt something around her chest pull her back. Blinking and panting, she soon realized she was buckled in the Corvette, on the way to Shreveport. Eric was driving, at a normal speed. She imagined she must have been asleep for quite a while, since there were only twenty minutes away from Fangtasia.
Eric sat silently, seemingly oblivious to her presence.
Sookie cleared her throat. "I hate driving this road at night," she said, not knowing what else to say to alert a pensive Eric that she was awake.
Eric didn't respond.
Sookie scooted herself up in the seat, adjusting the tight seatbelt around her. "I can't believe the county never installed some lights here." God forbid, if we happen to break down here, no one will see us surrounded by these woods.
Eric nodded.
"I'm glad you're all right," she said shakily.
Eric remained silent, his fingers gripping the wheel so hard, Sookie thought he would surely break it.
Is he still mad at me? Or did something go wrong with Victor? Sookie decided to peek into his brain to see what could be troubling him.
She saw that Victor was finally dead. She tried looking in another area of Eric's brain since she didn't want to see how Victor had died. But Eric was only thinking about the various torture techniques he and Pam made Victor endure before they finally ended his existence. Eric was right, Victor had begged repeatedly for Eric to kill him—at least he had before Eric pulled out his tongue. She shuddered at the memory and decided to stop looking into his head.
Sookie then tried opening the bond to gauge his feelings towards her. She was suddenly hit with a large wave of anger directed at her. It was just as she had feared. Eric had been holding back when they were with the others, but now that they were alone, he was ready to confront her. Sookie braced herself.
"I am glad to see you awake. It is good to know you feel no remorse about tonight and are able to sleep without any problems." Eric clenched his teeth, his fingers moving restlessly around the steering wheel.
Sookie thought it best to feign innocence and act as if she hadn't heard anything and avoid having the conversation while he drove. "What?" She smiled brightly at him. She stretched her body, and yawned. "What time is it?"
Perhaps she did not hear me because she just woke up. Eric decided to control his brimming anger and give her the benefit of the doubt. "It is forty-eight minutes past two. We are about fifteen minutes away from Fangtasia."
"Oh, thanks." Sookie stretched again and turned to her left to study Eric's profile in the dark. She reached over and caressed his cheek with her fingers. "Hi, baby. How are you? I missed you."
Eric slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel simultaneously, making the car skid off the road. Sookie put both her arms around her face, bracing herself for impact as the car barreled straight for the trees. A single scream escaped her lips as Eric stopped the car just before it made its way into the woods. Sookie was so scared, she panted for breath just as if she had been running a marathon. She didn't need to read Eric's mind to see he was feeling livid.
Eric got out of the car as Sookie tried to control her panicked senses. In vampire speed, he came over to her side, unbuckled her seatbelt, and yanked her out of the car by her hand. He then lifted her by the waist and put her down in front of the nearest tree. He made her lean back on it, and placed his hands on either side of her face.
"How am I, Sookie? How am I? You really want to know how I am?" Eric was still shirtless and wearing only his pants and shoes.
Sookie tried to scoot back on the tree, but she was finding it hard to gather her footing while stepping on the tree's roots with her high-heels. As she leaned her body back, Eric moved his body forward on hers.
The woods were dark and the only light available came from the car's headlights, which were pointing in the opposite direction. Sookie couldn't clearly see Eric's face, but having him so close to her was sending her senses into overdrive. She was still reeling from the false car crash, and it seemed her adrenalin was still pumping frenziedly through her body. She tried to get her breathing under control. As he leaned closer, his masculine scent shot straight to her core.
Any hopes Eric had stopped in the middle of the woods to have her for a late night snack were dashed when he said, "Sookie, what you did tonight was unforgivable."
"Eric, I'm s—"
"You will not talk! You will listen to what I have to say, and you will not interrupt me. Do I make myself understood?" He removed his right arm from the tree and pointed his right index finger in her face, shaking it as he said each word.
He started broadcasting images of shaking, spanking, or taking her forcefully if she dared to interrupt him. Sookie decided the smartest thing to do was stay right where she was, and remain quiet. She nodded to him that she understood.
Eric put his arm back on tree by the side of her face and began reminding her of all the things she had done that night, which he took as a personal affront to their bond. As he recounted the events of the evening, Sookie began to hang her head down, but she thought better of this as he had done things which she took as a personal affront to their bond as well. So, she braced herself fully on the tree and held his gaze as he continued.
When he got to the part of Victor and how she had risked herself with the deranged vampire, Sookie couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as Eric's voice trembled. Having him so close, she easily entered his mind and sensed how worried he had felt and the anxious minutes he went through, thinking Victor would harm her. She quickly got out of his head when she glimpsed the image of deadly snakes, millions of them, swirling in a black mist ready to strike and kill.
"I begged you. I pleaded with you, and for what? You put me through hell and you made me watch as that animal . . . " Eric paused, his rising ire lodging the words in his throat. He sped away from her, breaking a nearby tree in half, hurling it into the air.
Sookie gasped, putting one of her hands to her mouth at seeing Eric take out his anger at whatever was in his path. Everything in the situation told her to try to escape, but she remained glued to the tree behind her. Sookie closed her eyes as the sounds of snapping trees came from all around her. For the first time that night, she thought back on the events she had just endured and realized just how close she had come to dying–again.
Not just me, but Jason, Pam, Bill, Sam, and all my friends. We were all in danger tonight. If something had happened, it . . . it would have been my fault. Tears started rolling down her face. Sweet Shepherd, when will all this ever end? She began to sob.
Feeling her distress, Eric made his way toward her and washed his anger away when he saw her crumpled at the bottom of the tree. He bent down, his hands bloodied, and reached out to her.
Sookie quickly fell into his arms, finding solace in his embrace as she cried. She felt his Adam's apple move up and down as he held her. Such a human reaction to her tears made her hold him tighter to her body. Slowly, he brought his hand up and began brushing his fingers through her hair, comforting her.
Sookie gathered her courage and asked, "May I speak now?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Please tell me; what could I have done differently?"
He pulled her off him and placed her back on the tree. "You could have trusted me, Sookie. I would have found a way. I always find a way," he said sternly, lightly shaking her.
"Eric, I have no words to tell you how sorry I am for tonight."
"Why is it so hard for you to place your trust in me, woman?" Eric searched her eyes for an answer.
"I guess I've been on my own for so long. I've gotten used to relying on myself. Besides, trusting people hasn't worked out for me, just look at Bill, and Quinn. They both betrayed me."
"I am not Bill, nor am I Quinn."
"I know that, Eric. Nothing, no one even comes close to how special you are to me. What can I do to fix this? Tell me what can I do to take away the pain I've caused you. I'll do anything," Sookie pleaded.
"Promise me you will never do this again. Swear to me you will never risk your life needlessly ever again—not even for me. Place your trust in me, woman. That is all I ask of you."
"Eric, I solemnly vow I will never risk my life needlessly or act recklessly like I did tonight ever again. I promise to place my full trust in you."
"Sookie . . . " Eric got close to her.
She held her breath, anticipating his touch, his kiss.
Instead, he told her softly, "Get back in the car. They are waiting for us at Fangtasia."
She released her breath, confused at his words, but complied and made her way to the car. He helped her to her feet and put her inside the car, locking the seatbelt on her.
"I left instructions at Fangtasia—in case we didn't arrive by a certain time."
"Oh, I see."
He got into the car and got back on the road. He made his way toward Fangtasia as if the devil were on his heels.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
When they arrived at the club later, Eric parked the Corvette, leaving it unlocked for Tray with the keys on the driver seat. Instead of walking in through the back entrance, as was their usual custom, Eric decided to make his way in through the front doors.
With Eric being shirtless and with Sookie wearing heels, workout clothes, and a flawless hairstyle, it surely must have created quite an impression on whoever saw them. She felt sorry for whoever dared to mention it, and hoped no one would be that foolish.
Since it was a Friday night, the club had closed at three, and by now, the Fangtasia employees were just about done cleaning up the bar and setting the chairs up on the tables so they could vacuum. When they saw Eric walk in, they all immediately stopped what they were doing, and dropped to their knees and chanted, "Master."
Eric immediately straightened his posture and said in a commanding voice, "Proceed with your duties."
The employees inclined their heads in respect.
He looked over to Sookie. "Come with me."
Sookie followed behind him and the employees did their best not to stare at them as they made their way to the back part of the club.
"Sookie, wait for me here. I will be right back." Eric left and returned with an extra set of his clothes and some Fangtasia wear wrapped in plastic, along with some sandals and two towels. She accepted the bar's clothes and the towel meant for her, and followed him to the shower.
"Sookie, this shower is only designed for one person. You can go first." Eric set the clothes down on a counter and turned on the water, setting it to a warm temperature.
"Oh, I already showered. When we went to drop off Jason, I took a shower at his house while Amelia put the spell on him." Sookie smiled, and tried to look as cheerful as she could.
"I still smell him on you." Eric averted his gaze to the ground.
"Oh." Sookie now realized why he had pulled away from her in the woods. She nodded, and quickly took off her clothes in front of him.
He raised an eyebrow, seeing she still had Victor's bite marks on her breasts. Eric bit his finger and traced the fang marks until his blood made them fade away.
"Thank you." Sookie got in the shower.
"Here, allow me." Remaining outside the shower, Eric reached in his hands and wet her body down. The water began spilling on the floor, but Sookie said nothing as Eric didn't seem to mind. Lathering the soap in his hands, he washed her body and hair meticulously, until he was satisfied Victor's scent was gone.
Sookie opened her eyes when she heard a loud knock from the other side of the door.
"Master," an employee spoke from the other side.
Eric closed the glass shower door and opened the bathroom door. The employee immediately kneeled before Eric. The employee told him they were done cleaning and asked if he wanted them to leave the club open or close it down. Eric told them to leave it open, and he would close it down when he left. He let the employee leave after he told him to send someone to clean the shower room tomorrow. The employee inclined his head and left.
Opening the glass shower door, Eric said, "It is done." He led her out of the shower and handed her a towel so she could dry herself. He then took off his clothes and stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind him.
Once she finished drying herself, Sookie went to a white sink counter, which had a slanted downwards mirror covering the length of it, allowing a person to view their entire body. She wrapped her wet hair up with her towel, and began to open the plastic packages that contained a Fangtasia T-shirt, underwear, and sweatpants Eric had given her.
She quickly put them on, taking the towel off her head.
"There's a hairdryer in one of the cabinets," Eric shouted from the shower.
"Okay." Sookie opened the cabinet. It was filled with towels, toiletries, and the hair dryer. Sookie took the hair dryer out and pointed it at her hair after she plugged it in. To her surprise, her hair was dried in less than a minute and looked just the same as when Claudine had styled it.
Sweet Shepherd! I've got to make Claudine show me how she did that!
The shower stopped running and Eric came from behind her, drying himself off. "All done with the hair dryer?"
"Yes. Um . . . Eric, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Eric replied.
Sookie smiled. "Will you answer it?"
Eric snickered. "Maybe."
The shower had done Eric good and Sookie could see he was now in a playful mood. Sookie thought if she handled things properly, they could move past the night's difficult moments and concentrate instead on the positive things which had occurred. After all, they were now properly bonded, and Eric had pledged to be faithful. Sookie wasn't going to let anything ruin that development.
She took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "You really like it when people kiss your ass, right?" Sookie asked teasingly.
"What?" He definitely was not expecting Sookie to ask him that.
"Yes, your employees, when they kneel and call you Master. This makes you happy, doesn't it? The way they kiss your ass?"
"They do not kiss my ass, Sookie. They show me respect in hopes that one day I will turn them. And yes, I do like it when people show me respect."
"Wow, all right. Sounds fair. I just thought maybe you liked getting your ass kissed, too. Guess I was wrong."
Eric didn't know where she was heading with this, but her words were upsetting him. He decided to ignore her comments. "May I have the hair dryer, now?"
"Sure. Here you go." She gave him the hair dryer.
He began drying his locks as he stood naked in front of the mirror.
Sookie stood next to him as he continued his task, and when she saw he only needed a few more passes until he was done, she got directly behind him.
He looked at her in the mirror, curious to see what she was doing behind him.
Slowly, Sookie kneeled down on the ground behind him.
Eric immediately stiffened his body.
Sookie locked eyes with him in the mirror and put her hands on his ankles, leisurely moving them up his body. Slowly, her hands made their way up to his calves, the back of his knees, the back of his thighs, and finally up to her most prized possession—his ass. Cupping his cheeks, she fanned her fingers on them and squeezed them delicately. She smiled as she saw Eric's member stir to life. The Viking was definitely enjoying her touch.
After squeezing and massaging him a bit longer, she gradually moved her hands to the front side of his thighs. Once her hands were there, she pulled him backwards towards her face. Eric allowed her to move him and she placed her lips on his butt cheeks. She began to kiss each cheek slowly and passionately, using her tongue as she moved from one to the other.
Eric turned off the hair dryer and ran his fangs down as he watched her. Hearing the dryer off, Sookie stopped her actions for a moment to look at the mirror and smiled at Eric before she went back to her task of rocking him back and forth, kissing his gorgeous ass. Eric remained silent, indulging her as she kissed him.
Sookie took off her T-shirt and kneeled closer to him, letting her bare breasts press against the back of his legs as she left a trail of kisses from the back of his thighs up to his hips. She began sucking on his cool flesh, moaning his name. "Mmm, Eric." She steadied herself and brought one of her hands back, putting it between his legs to caress his jewels.
"Sookie . . ." Eric moaned, and her touch incited his passion. His erection twitched, begging to be touched as well, and he quickly reached his hand down, pulling her hand upwards so she could stroke his length. Once her warm hand encircled his girth, he moaned loudly as she tightened her grip around him, pumping him—her breasts moving up and down the back of his legs.
Sookie looked up into the mirror and saw her bonded had his eyes closed, his tongue circling his fangs as he savored the sensation of her hands on his body. At that moment, she desperately wanted his blue eyes locked on hers, hoping to see in his eyes if he had really forgiven her. She laced her tongue on the side of his hips and bit him, drawing a bit of blood, to get his attention.
With a gasp, he opened his eyes, and rocked his body forward, shuddering at seeing his blood on her plump lips. Hesitantly, she let go of him.
Eric studied her in a haze.
She quickly set to take her clothes off. He controlled his lust as she stepped out of the sweatpants, sliding her naked body up on his, kissing his back as she rose behind him. A deep growl escaped his throat when she walked in front of him, stroking his upper body with her breasts.
"Did you like that?" She embraced him, taking hold of his erection with one hand and lightly stroking his hardened nipples with the fingertips of her free hand.
Eric bent down and kissed her lips, careful not to cut her with his fangs. "Yes," he whispered.
"I thought you didn't like it when someone kissed your ass," Sookie teased, rubbing her nose on his while she grazed her thumb over his thick, hard tip.
"They obviously lack your talent for it," he replied, hungrily kissing her lips once more.
She let go of his length and wrapped her arms around his neck as Eric deepened his kiss, pushing her back towards the counter, until she was against it. In vampire speed, he took a towel out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter. With ease, he lifted her up and sat her on it, spreading her legs open until they were around his waist.
Eric brought his fangs in and laid a trail of kisses down her neck until he wrapped his lips around her pebbled nipples, sucking and tugging at them mercilessly. Sookie moaned loudly and loosened her legs down to his sides, unable to hold them around him any longer. He slowly lowered his large frame, leaving a wet trail of kisses on her stomach with his tongue, until he positioned his head in between her legs.
"Wait, Eric," she said, her breath coming in pants.
Eric swirled his cool tongue down to her mound. "Sookie . . . "
"Please, wait. I . . . I have to tell you something."
Reluctantly, Eric stood up, pausing to momentarily suck on one of her pink, pert nipples again, flicking at it playfully with his tongue. He sighed and laid a brief kiss on her lips. "I am listening."
"I . . . I wanted to show you I was sorry about tonight," she began, pulling away from him. "I was wrong to—"
"I do not wish to discuss tonight further, Lover." Eric leaned down to kiss her again.
Sookie pulled back once more. "Precisely 'cause I want to forget it, Eric—I have to get this off my chest."
"What is it, darling?" he asked, softly kissing her lips.
"Tonight . . . that whole . . . everything," she said, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't put my trust in you b-because of the things I heard."
"What things, Lover?"
Sookie took a deep breath. "What Sandy said tonight wasn't news to me. I had heard . . . things about your nightly feedings. And I was angry and hurt."
"Sookie—" Eric whispered softly.
"You never came back, Eric," Sookie said, holding his gaze. "I shared something so special with you. I felt your feelings through the bond, something I'd never experienced before, but it's like, it didn't matter to you. I didn't matter to you. The last time I saw you was when you told me the king was giving me formal protection, then nothing. The nights turned into weeks, but you never came back."
"What we shared was special, Sookie. I—"
"What, Eric?"
He took an unnecessary breath. "I have no words."
"I don't either," Sookie replied. That's it? Isn't this the part where he's supposed to say, "They meant nothing to me. It's part of my nature to feed, but you're my one and only?"
"Sookie, I was a fool." Eric stepped back and turned around, unable to look her in the face. "Let us leave our past behind us."
"Something happened, didn't it? Was it something I did and that's why you . . . " She felt Eric tense his shoulders and she knew she had stumbled onto something. "Please tell me, Eric. If you don't tell me, how will I know what's wrong?"
"At Rhodes, you left with him," Eric whispered.
Sookie knew he was referring to Quinn.
"You were bonded to me, but that mattered little to you. After he returned on the night of the takeover, I thought you would surely go back with him, so I stayed away."
"Eric, you know that Quinn betrayed me. I could never be with him again after that."
"You are too forgiving, Sookie. You were set to be with Compton, until I revealed his initial motives for approaching you," he replied, still giving her his back. "Even with that knowledge, you still have him in your life."
"It's different with Bill. And I'm not going back with Quinn, or anyone else. And as for this bond, well I'm still not sure how everything works. Andre pushed this on us, and I admit I didn't initially take it as if we were committing to each other. You make it sound like I purposely ran out on you. It just wasn't like that."
"I know. But the tiger knew. He should have told you."
"Well he didn't, and had I known, things would have been different."
They stayed silent for a moment.
Sookie rubbed her tired eyes. "But what about you; is there someone you've met during this time we've been apart? Are you with her now? Is that why you haven't come to—"
"No one. There has never been anyone but you."
Sookie hopped down from the counter and embraced Eric from behind, placing her head on his back, which still had a few lingering beads of water trailing downward on it. "Then the rumors?"
"I tried to forget you and pay you in kind like you had paid me with the tiger. I wanted to erase what I felt for you."
"Did you?"
"I failed."
Sookie scoffed.
"What must I do to convince you? Say it and it shall be done." Eric put his hands on hers while she embraced him.
"I don't know, Eric. I'm scared. I'm scared you're going to hurt me—just like Bill and Quinn."
"Sookie." Eric turned around and gently cupped her face in his hands.
"I-I love you, Eric," Sookie admitted
Eric's face registered his surprise.
"And I want to be with you. I have to know if we can move past this. I have to know if you love me, too."
He put his arms around her and held her tightly as he looked her in the eyes. "How could I not? I pledged myself to you tonight, woman. I vowed to meet the sun if you were not with me. Do you not understand the importance of my pledge? Why do you think I was so angry with you tonight? I almost lost you, Sookie . . . and I do not want to be without you. I need you, kvinna. I need you more than I am willing to admit."
"Kvinna?"
"It means woman in my tongue," Eric explained, bending down to nuzzle her nose with his.
"Woman?" Sookie asked, her knees about to give way at hearing Eric's confession.
"Yes, my woman." Eric paused, then kissed her lips delicately, locking his blue eyes in an intense gaze with hers. "My only woman," he whispered in her ear. He slid his hands down her back and to her backside, squeezing her as he pulled her to him.
"Eric." Sookie uttered his name with a moan. "Do you really mean that?"
The Viking turned his bonded around, and stood behind her. He placed her elbows on the towel resting on the counter. "I am not good with words, Lover. Let me prove to you that you are my one and only kvinna." He bent down and buried his face in her hair.
Sookie stared at him in the mirror and moaned as his hardness pressed against her back.
Gradually, he slid down to his knees lingering momentarily to kiss her shoulders and back.
"Eric, what . . . what are you doing?"
The devious vampire issued her a mischievous smile and answered, "Guess, Lover." He opened his mouth and kissed her round backside one cheek at a time.
Sookie smiled at Eric's actions, but quickly gasped when he snaked his long, cool hand in between her legs, stopping at her moist center and rimming it teasingly with his finger before he plunged it inside. Sookie widened her legs, letting her bonded go deeper in her as he expertly caressed her clit and continued to kiss her ass.
"Eric . . . " Sookie moaned.
The Viking spread her legs open even more and bent her forward onto the counter, swiftly moving his tongue to where his finger was. Just a few licks on her hardened nub with his skillful tongue had her screaming his name.
"Eric!" she exclaimed, watching his every movement on the mirror.
He abruptly stood up, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her body to his as he stood behind her. He licked his lips dry of her essences. "Rest assured, I will never feed from another again, Lover. Only you, Sookie, can quench the appetites. I desire only you."
"Eric."
"I want you, Sookie," he said, pressing himself on her. "I need you, Lover."
"I do too, Eric. I need you so much." Struggling to catch her breath, she paused before adding, "Get inside me, Eric, please." She braced herself on the counter, anxiously looking at the mirror for his reply.
Eric's fangs ran down as he took hold of her from behind, entering her wet core quickly, making her gasp loudly at the sudden intrusion.
Sookie put her hands on the counter, hoping to balance herself as Eric frenziedly thrust into her, her breasts swaying as the sound of their striking flesh filled the room.
"Eric!" Sookie shouted, on the brink of orgasm.
"Du har förbannat mig, kvinna!" Eric yelled, as Sookie's tight walls gripped around him like a vise.
"Faster, Eric. Faster, please."
Eric put one of his hands on her dripping mound and the other under her arm and across her chest. He pulled her towards him and he started thrusting into her as she commanded.
They looked at each other in the mirror as Eric pumped her, bringing Sookie ever closer to her climax.
"Kvinna! Du har förbannat mig! Du tar livet av mig!"
Sookie reached her orgasm and shouted his name, her body shuddering uncontrollably as he thrust into her once more, spilling his release in her.
"Du . . . tar . . . livet . . . livet av mig," he panted out, fighting to control the bloodlust in him that demanded more of her blood. Completely spent, he slumped forward on her body repeating the words from his native tongue into her ear while he nuzzled her neck.
Sookie didn't know what he said, but she convinced herself he had said he loved her as well, even though he could have been asking her if the Corvette's lights were on when they came inside the club.
Eric pulled out of Sookie and slumped down to the floor, planting a kiss on her back as he slid down. Her legs wobbled, and unable to hold her position, Eric reached up and sat her down in between his legs before she fell. He quickly embraced her from behind and began to kiss and nuzzle the side of her neck. Eric pulled his fangs in. "I've waited a long time for you to tell me that," he said, in between kisses. "Say it again to me, Lover. Say it to me every day."
"Get inside me, Eric, please?" she answered, earning a loud chuckle from her Viking.
"Tease," he uttered, nibbling her ear. "You know what words I mean, Lover."
"What words?" Sookie asked, feigning innocence.
"You are cruel, woman. Utterly vicious." Eric hugged her tightly as he nuzzled her neck. "Tell me, Sookie."
Sookie pulled away from his embrace and turned to look at him. "I love you, Eric."
"Hmm, perhaps if you said my entire name, Lover, just so there would be no mistake as to which Eric you are referring to."
"Oh really? Is that so?"
"We would not want another Eric to causally walk by and get confused you were speaking to him, now would we?"
"Yes, I see your point," Sookie replied. "I love you, Eric Northman, big bad vampire Sheriff of Area Five," she said and they both began to laugh.
"My kvinna," Eric whispered, kissing her lips. "My one and only."
"Ditto." Sookie wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and passionately returned his kiss while she sat in his lap, her aching core letting her know it had still not sated its appetite for the Viking.
Eric pulled back, grazing his fingertips over her breasts."What is this ditto, Lover? You have mentioned it twice tonight."
"It's from a romance movie called Ghost. I can't explain it you. You just have to see the movie."
"All right, when I rise tomorrow we will watch it." Eric was curious to solve the mystery around the small word.
"Okay, I'll bring the movie and some tissues," Sookie said.
Eric looked at his bonded in surprise. "Tissues, Lover?"
"Yes, the move's a tearjerker. You'll cry your eyes out."
"My Lover, I might be moved, but a Viking does not cry."
"Sorry, Mr. Tough Viking vampire," she said, kissing his nose lightly. "All right then. You'll be moved. I guess I'll take the tissues for me. That theme song gets me every time."
Eric chuckled as he embraced her tightly and kissed her neck.
Since he seemed to be in such a good mood, Sookie dared to ask him, "What did you say just now, Eric? Those words in your native tongue?"
Eric gave her a quick squeeze. "You have cursed me, woman. You are my undoing."
Sookie jerked her body back and out of his embrace. "What? Well, how romantic, Mr. Northman," she replied, her words laced with discontent.
"It is by far the greatest compliment I could ever say to you," Eric said, pulling her close and kissing her lips softly.
"What? Are you insane? You're complimenting me by telling me that I'm your curse and your undoing? How the hell is that a compliment?" Sookie's good mood had quickly dissipated, and all she wanted was to be out of his arms.
"Let me explain, Lover. It is most certainly a compliment because I am a warrior and to be an effective warrior means I cannot afford to have any distractions. But, I simply cannot bring myself to concentrate on anything around you, Lover. You are the undoing to my warrior's ethos. How else do you explain how I got shot today, by a human, while we were making love, not once but twice? I am enthralled by you, woman." Eric held her firmly in place, placing his forehead on hers.
"Oh, Eric." Sookie stopped trying to get away and caressed the sides of his face before she kissed him passionately on his lips.
"You know, I am going to have to hire an armed guard to watch over us when we make love. My life is in peril when I am around you."
They both laughed.
"I guess we have to take another shower, my darling," Eric said, in between kisses. "It's getting late and I want to show you your new home. We will take Pam's car." He lifted himself off the floor and pulled her up with him.
"Eric, before we take a shower, can I ask you a question? Actually it's more of a request," Sookie asked delicately.
"A request? What is it, Lover?"
"Well, ever since the day I met you, I've had this . . . well . . . "
"Yes?"
"I've had this f-fantasy. Something I've always wanted to do with you," Sookie said in almost a whisper.
Eric lifted her head up so he could look into her grey-blue eyes. "A fantasy, Sookie?"
"Yes, could you indulge me?"
"Well, only if you kiss my ass." They both laughed and Eric squeezed her tightly.
"I can do that," Sookie said. "It'd be my pleasure."
"All right, Lover. What do you have in mind?"
TRANSLATIONS: (Thanks again, Maria Terese! *hugs*)
Kvinna – woman
Du tar livet av mig – You are my undoing
Du har förbannat mig – You have cursed me
A/N: That Sookie, what a kiss ass! LOL Okay, wrapping it up folks! Good Lord, this story is longer than Eric's d*ck.
A/N: 2 —Jan 2010—So this chapter was the whole reason I decided to do a re-write of the whole story. So many things didn't add up before, such as I didn't address Eric's infidelity at all. I just saw erect Eric and my mind went numb. What infidelity? LOL
So, I decided to have Sookie and Eric bring it out into the open and come to terms with it. Hope you liked it! Now, I am totally in love with how this chapter and the entire story came out in the re-write.
A big THANKS to all of you who have taken the time to leave a review. Thanks for showing me you care. It truly means a lot to me.
