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Chapter One What The Hell Had I Been Thinking?
It had been a really, REALLY dumb idea to bring Eric to a full on orgy and expect him to behave. So here I was on my back on the hood of said Vampires car and him, in all his tall, blonde, Viking glory on top of me. He was definitely not regretting it, he proved this to me by pressing his enthusiasm into my leg.
“Yield to me.” Eric looked into my eyes, attempting to glamour me, even though he knew he couldn't. And yet, at that moment, I felt woozy and even worse, I felt myself responding, my scanty lace underwear was getting wetter by the second.
“Eric, I don't...” I was trying to object and then his mouth assaulted mine.
Having a hundred lifetimes to work on the art of kissing had made Eric the master. He wasn't too gentle, or too rough. He had my full attention and I was totally shocked at myself as I felt my arms encircle his waist and then my traitorous hips arch upwards. I could feel him smile as his tongue teased my lips. He turned his attention to my neck, nipping lightly here and there and alternately letting his tongue drag lazily over my pulse point. A surge of lust like I had never known took my breath. Bill had never made me this crazy, aching with want and need.
The thought of Bill's face brought me back to reality.
“Eric, you have to stop. I have a boyfriend.” My words didn't deter him, but the one's that appeared from the shadows to our left did.
“I'm glad to hear it, this scene would make me wonder, otherwise.”
Eric was off of me in a flash, but not without pointedly pressing his length into me one last time.
I was in Bill's arms as quickly as my human body could move me.
“Why Sookie, you seem flustered. You're scent is incredible. Don't tell me you were actually enjoying what he was doing?”
I looked up at him, shocked at his mocking tone. I was sure he was gonna have a snit and a half about what he had just witnessed but here he was, teasing me. My mouth didn't seem capable of forming words so I did what any southern woman in my position would do. I stomped on his foot and immediately began storming off down the driveway. My anger tripled as I heard laughter drift after me. So much for my knight in shining armour.
I was sure that one or both of them would follow me. It was a long walk back to my house on Hummingbird Lane and I sure wasn't dressed for a hike. The temperature outside had dropped considerably and I was noticing it more by the minute since I didn't have a 1000 year old vampire heating my libido anymore.
It wasn't long before I heard the distinct sound of tires on gravel behind me. It wasn't either of my expected companions but instead my longtime friend, Tara.
“Get in Sookie. NOW!”
Like I was gonna refuse anyway? Her annoyance was confusing and palpable as I climbed into her little blue sports car.
“My luck, the first damn man I like in forever and he bats for both teams!”
“What in the world are you talking about, Tara?”
“Damn Sookie, you seriously didn't see Egg's eyes all over your dates ass? And the worst part is he tried to finger me while he was drooling over that big blonde son of a bitch!” She smacked her hands repeatedly onto the steering wheel, frustration teeming out in the form of tears.
“I hadn't noticed. Sorry Tara. I was too stunned at the sight of Mike Spencer's tiny little worm flapping in the wind to notice much else. I wonder if he gets disability 'cause of the size?” Nothing like some man bashing humor to lighten the mood. Tara was howling in hysterics as she processed the recollection what was truthfully a tiny penis.
“Oh my god, Sook, he was hung like a first grader. I haven't seen something that small since JB Durone got me to play post office at Maudette's 6th birthday party!!!”
The laughter, partly from nervousness, mostly because it was damn funny, carried us through until she dropped me at my house. I glanced nervously at my front porch, glad that the lights were on.
“Seriously, Sookie, who was that mountain of a man you brought with you tonight?”
“His name is Eric, he owns a bar in Shreveport.”
“Is he a vampire? Sookie, please tell me he's not a fucking vampire.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“Like it's not bad enough you got Bill sniffin' after you, but by the looks of those ridiculous spandex he was wearing, this Eric is wearing a big old smile for you too.”
I had nothing to say to this, she was right. My move tonight had been incredibly poorly planned. Deep down inside, I blamed Bill. If he had been in Bon Temps where he should have been, I wouldn't have felt the need to call Eric and include him in my plans. I hadn't wanted to go screw anyone, I had wanted to help solve the murder of a recently deceased friend.
“I never thought you the type, Sook.”
“The type for what?” I asked, my ire rising, bringing out what my grandmother would deem my 'color'.
“A fangbanger.” I could tell by the look on Tara's face that she regretted the words as soon as she said them, and her mental broadcast was blaring this fact as well. “I'm sorry, Sookie. I didn't mean it. Like I have any room to talk. I did just leave an orgy after all.”
We both smiled at each other. I leaned to hug her neck and then slid out of her car, glancing anxiously at the house. The cool night air instantly reminded me that my underwear was saturated from my time on the hood of Eric's Corvette. I waved to Tara as she backed down my drive and pulled my house key out of my bra.
Well, here's to a night alone, thinking about what almost happened.
Isn't it funny how sometimes it seems that fate hears your innermost thoughts and decides that it should hand you the exact opposite of what you're expecting?
Chapter 2 Some Things I Never Knew (About Myself)
My hands were shaking as I opened the door to the home that my grandmother had willed to me. I am a telepath, not a psychic, but sometimes I wonder because I definitely knew that something was about to happen.
I switched on the ceiling fan and it light and was not shocked at all to find Bill sitting silently on my couch. I wouldn't have picked up on his brain like I would a human, he was sending out no brain waves because he was dead. Or undead, however you choose to look at it.
I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. The look on his face was a familiar one. He was horny and I didn't need to read his mind to know that. He made it a point to show me the gleaming tips of his fangs as he slowly rose off of the couch.
“We should talk, Sookie.”
“Well, Bill, that's all we're gonna do. I will not be mocked!”
“No Sookie, there's a lot more that will be done before this night is through.”
His words sent a delicious chill though me that I was trying hard to ignore. I was mad at him after all.
“You laughed at me, Bill Compton. I didn't appreciate that at all!”
“I wasn't laughing at you, I was amazed at you. I never knew the depth's of your.... craving.”
“What in the hell are you talking about? I don't feel like playing these silly word games. All I want to do is shower and sleep!”
“I could read your lust like a book, I could feel how bad you wanted Eric.”
“So, if that's true, shouldn't you be mad at me instead of looking like you wanna ravish me?”
“I always thought that I would be that jealous, I have felt that jealous over you in the past when Sam has overstepped his bounds, but tonight I found your desire and lust erotic.”
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't dare believe that he was really saying what I thought he was saying.
“Would you have continued with Eric if I hadn't been there to interrupt?”
I knew there was no use lying to Bill. He already knew the answer to that question, he was trying to see if I would answer honestly.
“Yes, I think I would have. I'm truly sorry Bill.”
I whirled around and looked in the doorway. Eric was there, still in his silly spandex get-up and still obviously aroused.
“When the hell did you get here?” I was furious, confused, woozy and pathetically aware that I was becoming more and more turned on.
“A few minutes. Need I remind you though, I wouldn't need to be inside your house to hear all that was being said?” Of course not, damn super vampire hearing.
“You know, Sookie, there's a lot about Bill that you don't know. He has desires that he hasn't told you about. Vampires fantasize too. Although most of the time we don't need too. We can usually just glamour someone into acting out what we want them to. You are different, and that makes you all the more desirable. You would have to do it out of your own desire. That in of itself is delicious to think about.” He closed his eyes and an almost imperceptible shudder ran through him.
“What exactly are you proposing?” I was asking both Bill and Eric, although I was pretty sure that I knew the answer to that question already.
I hadn't time to blink before Eric was in front of me and Bill behind me and I was covered in hands, tongues and fangs.
It was going to be a long and unforgettable night and I barely paused to wonder if I should try to stop it from happening.
Chapter 3 The War Within
I had never felt anything like it. Eric was kissing me and caressing the front of my body, Bill was teasing my neck with his mouth and making my ass feel like a separate entity. I never knew that my body could feel so good while my mind was so miserable.
There was no doubt that I loved both of these... men. I loved Bill Compton because he was my boyfriend, my first lover and the keeper of some of my deepest darkest secrets. I loved Eric because he was like forbidden fruit, the bad boy you secretly want but know all too well that you should stay far away from. Eric aroused an animalistic lust in me that I never knew I was capable of. Until tonight, the most risque sex I'd had was in the cemetery.
But now I found myself in an Eric/Bill sandwich and my morals were screaming at me to put the brakes on this whole affair while my lady parts were melting like butter in a hot skillet.
“No, stop it this instant! I am not that kind of woman!”
“The flush in your cheeks and this say otherwise.” Eric said as he thrust his hand into my moist underwear. A small moan escaped my lips, I seemed to be incapable of proving his statement wrong.
“Please, stop! How could I ever look at either of you again?”
Eric took a step back from me and an irritated look shadowed his face.
“Seriously, Sookie. When are you going to stop pretending to be so normal. We all know that you can't ever have what one would call a conventional life. We can't glamour you back into a blissful ignorance. And we all know that you want this. Are you afraid that we won't..... respect you?” The last two words were spat out like he found them utterly distasteful.
Bill finally spoke from behind me.
“Sookie, I want this more than you can ever know. I have never had this experience before and to share it with you and the one I owe fealty to, I can't describe the amount of pleasure it would bring.”
“What he means to say Sookie, is the bond he and I share as master and servant would amplify the sexual pleasure he would get from fucking you while I watched or vice versa. And you know how bad I want to fuck you until you can't walk.”
I had never allowed anyone to talk to me that way. I am a lady, a southern lady at that and I have always demanded the respect due me, but his words set my body on fire instead of angering me. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't walk, too. Eric sensed this because I saw his fangs extend and he sauntered towards me.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you faint. Tell Bill you want us both to bring you more ecstasy than you can handle. Ask for it, lover and it will be yours.”
My mouth worked of it's own accord and sounded foreign to me when it said, “I want you both, right now.”
Chapter 4 Doing The Deed
Now that I had consented to what my body craved but my brain deplored, Eric's mouth went into overdrive. He made small, guttural noises that were scary and erotic at the same time. Bill was occupied with helping me out of my shirt as he pressed his erection into my backside. The hardness and size of it thrilled me and made me shiver with anticipation. I knew what kind of lover Bill was, we had been intimate in almost every way two people could be, but there was another side to him, according to Eric. The prospect of experiencing that other side tonight filled me with butterflies. Would I see the rough, animal side of him that I had seen in the cemetery, again? It had scared me a bit when it had happened, but that fear had fueled my lust. I'd had an orgasm that blew a few brain cells that night, Bill all dirty, caked with mud, thrusting inside me like something rabid.
And what about Eric, who had most certainly just bitten my bra in two? Sure I'd had plenty of fantasies that involved him, any girl would. But those fantasies had never involved Bill as well and I certainly never for a minute believed that they could ever come to fruition.
The feel of Eric's tongue on my nipple brought me back to the present. Eric was here, in my house, helping my boyfriend pleasure me like I was sure no other woman had been before. Before I knew what was happening, the orgasm hit me and my legs gave way.
I was calling out to god, babbling like a lunatic. Dear lord, Eric Bill had helped me find a new religion and neither one had had to go near my holiest of holies.
I felt Eric and Bill gently sit me on the couch. They were both smiling and saying something to each other in a tone so low I couldn't quite make it out. I must have given them a quizzical look because Eric answered my unvoiced question.
“We were discussing what a finely tuned libido you have, lover. I, personally have never known a human woman to, ah, peak, that easily without some sort of genital manipulation.”
“Her scent is driving me crazy! I cannot wait much longer.” Bill was frenzied, he couldn't help but to press himself up against the arm of the couch. I almost laughed, the way that he looked as he did it reminded me of this old dog that used to come around when I was a young girl. It would hump anything that stood still long enough.
“There is something else that we must take care of first.”
I looked at Eric, not sure what he was talking about. He didn't make me wait for an answer.
“You need to drink from both of us.”
“Why?” My head was spinning, my legs were like Jello, my heart was racing. I'd their blood before, I knew it tied me to them in ways I couldn't yet fully understand. Why must I drink from them again?
“For strength, Sookie.” Bill's voice was tense and ragged. “You are with two vampires tonight.”
“And it will make fucking that much more intense and incredible.”
Leave it to Eric to put it in the most antiseptic way possible.
“So, you'll drink from me as well?” It was a dumb question, I knew that they would.
“Oh yes.” Eric said with an impish grin that reduced me to a raw bundle of nerves. I could feel my crotch throb every time my heart pulsed.
Bill came to me first and bit his wrist. His blood streamed slowly, thick like molasses. He held his wrist close to my mouth and I closed my eyes and hesitantly began to drink.
I felt my lacy underwear being tugged down my legs gently and then cool hands on my inner thighs spread them. I was totally unprepared as I felt a tongue start to make slow circles on my clit. Eric was doing to me what no one had ever done before, not even Bill. I had always wanted him to but was always too shy to ask for it. The feeling was beyond intense. I had no basis for comparison but I couldn't help but believe that Eric was also the master of this as well.
Bill was moaning, his eyes rolled back into his head. The more Eric lapped and sucked at my center, the harder I drank from Bill. Without thinking, I reached my hand down into the front of his pants and freed his cock. I began stroking it slowly, looking up at his face until we made eye contact. It was more than he could stand. Between the feel of my mouth, drinking him in and the increasingly fast stroking I was providing, he came like a volcano.
I was also climbing towards another release. I looked away from Bill and down at Eric. He was staring at me while he ate my pussy. Suddenly he sucked on my nerve center and slid a long slender finger inside of me. I screamed with sheer pleasure as I came for what seemed like forever. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
I want to eat you alive.
I was startled, it was a thought, a real thought from someone. But that was impossible, I couldn't read vampire minds.
Look at me Sookie.
I looked at Eric, he was projecting to me. This was dangerous, I shouldn't be doing this.
I know you can hear me, I'm willing it. This one of my talents, I can project my thoughts although I don't do it often. I want you to know how you affect me, everything I feel. Will you share this with me?
I gave him a slight nod, I knew instinctively that this was not something he wanted Bill to know. I was practically dripping wet, knowing that I was inside Eric's head.
Bill had slumped to the floor, seemingly drained (no pun intended) from his release and my drinking of his blood.
Eric stood before me now and took off that silly pink tank top he had worn to the orgy.
“Come to me, Sookie. Drink from me.”
I want you to bite me, tear into me and take what you want, my lover.
I leaned forward and stood on my shaky legs. That wasn't going to work.
“Will you get on your knees for me Eric?” The huskiness and strength in my voice surprised me. I sounded so sure of myself, so unlike plain old Sookie the barmaid.
He was no sooner on his knees in front of me that I was on him, my legs wrapped around his torso and my teeth ripping into his carotid artery. He cried out, was it surprise? I thought it was more like pleasure. How can you surprise a 1000 year old vampire? My teeth struck gold and my tongue lapped greedily at the would. I didn't recall the taste of his blood, I had been unconscious when it had been given to me before. The taste was not unlike Bill's as well as the same consistency. I was totally unprepared for the, let's call them visions, that accompanied the blood.
There wasn't anything in particular I could grasp on to, it was more feeling than seeing. The only way I can describe it is it felt like someone was making exquisite love to my soul. I was vaguely aware of the sounds Eric was making, almost sobs. Then I could hear his thoughts as I drank deeply.
I've waited so long for this. I love her, I've found my soul, my home at last. She will be mine.
And then it was like someone muted my life.
I couldn't hear his thoughts anymore.
Oh shit, did I somehow kill him? Did I drink too much?
I leaped away from him, it was a strange feeling because I was also experiencing another mind-boggling orgasm as I did.
Eric's eyes were glazed over, he had his cock in his hand and was lazily fondling it. I was ready to shake him, to bring him out of his daze when I felt someone grab me from behind.
Chapter 5 Oh No Mr. Bill!
There was no question that the hands were Bill's. They were as familiar to me as his face was. He spun me to face him, his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them before. His fangs were exposed, I knew he wanted me to offer myself to him but I hesitated. I couldn't figure out why I was reluctant to give him what I had offered freely so many times before.
So instead, I did something for him that I had never done before.
I wasn't at all sure if I was doing it right, I had never given oral sex before, again, strictly from shyness, not lack of desire to do it. Bill's body language was assuring me that I was doing something right. He moaned my name over and over again, almost chanting it. The sound of his southern drawl made my name sound exotic, not dumb like I had always found it before. His hands caressed the sides of my face as I slowly tested how much of him I could take in my mouth. He was no viking but he was of considerable length and girth.
I looked up at him to try and gauge how what I was doing felt to him. He looked dazed, his eyes unfocused and looking into nowhere. So I bit him.
No, not on his man parts, on his groin. Even inexperienced me knew enough to realize that you just don't go chomping down on a penis, even a dead man's penis. I drew blood, a lot of blood. I had bitten harder than I expected to, or maybe Eric's blood had given me more power. Either way, there was blood in my mouth and I felt ravenous. I drank deeply, it was like a sweet wine to me now. Before the bite healed, I ran my hand through Bills blood and began to stroke him. He was shuddering, twitching under my touch. I felt so powerful and lustful. I was not myself at all. I wanted more blood.
No Sookie, too much too soon. Don't take any more now.
Eric was projecting to me again. I turned my head to look at him and he gasped at my expression.
His next thought was in a language I had heard him use to speak to Pam and Chow before. I'll be damned if I knew what he said but it sure sounded erotic. Then he kindly translated it for me.
He who follows the river comes at last to the sea.
I had no idea what that meant but I sure liked the sound of it.
This is how you are meant to feel, to look. Sookie, you're beautiful. Say the word and I'll change you myself. You'll never have to feel fear or sadness again.
And in an instant, he was on me and had thrown Bill over the back of the chair he had been occupying.
“Du er min, Sookie!”
Yeah, I didn't have to speak Viking to know that those words proclaimed that I belonged to Eric. It made me so hot I could have spontaneously combusted.
Chapter 6 His Momma Named Him Eric Cause She Couldn't Spell “AAAAAAUUURRRGGGH!”
Let's catch up shall we? One of those interludes like they used to show on the Dukes Of Hazzard. Where it seemed Waylon Jennings had the power to pause whatever trouble Bo and Luke were getting into while his voice over told you just how bad it looked.
I'm Sookie Stackhouse and I have been doing very naughty things with not just one but TWO vampires here in my grandmother's living room. Vampire number one is Bill Compton, my “boyfriend” who has just been thrown unceremoniously out of and over the chair he was sitting in while enjoying a blow-job provided by me, by Vampire number two. That would be one gloriously blonde, tall and gorgeous Eric Northman. He's Bill's boss of sorts, he's apparently quite possessive and he's looking at me like I'm dinner. All caught up now? Good, cause like we say here in the south, the shit is about to hit the fan.
Bill stood up, snarling. It was almost comical to me. Absurdly I thought he seemed silly to try to act like a bad-ass with his blood smeared erection dangling for hell and half of Georgia to see. Bill really was gonna rock out with his cock out. The delirious laugh escaped my throat before I found the good sense to try and stifle it.
“Sookie, I fail to see what is at all funny about this situation. Do you realize what he is trying to do?” Bill was furious. I couldn't stop the snickering sound that insisted on repeating. I looked to Eric, and that killed any impulse to laugh.
“William Compton, as your master, I command you to relinquish your claim on this human. Failure to do as I command will lead to a tribunal and most definitely your staking for treason!” His voice boomed like thunder and the glare in his ancient eyes was like lightning.
“I will do no such thing! Sookie is mine!”
“Shall we then discuss the reason that you sought out Sookie in the first place?”
I didn't think it possible but Bill turned a shade or two whiter. This wasn't good.
He was ordered by our queen, Sophie-Ann Leclerq, to find you and seduce you. She had heard of your talent and thought you should be held close. Bill is a faithful servant to her.
Even though I heard Eric loud and clear and I KNEW he was telling me the truth, I wanted to hear Bill say it.
“Bill, tell me. Tell me NOW!” My scream reverberated through the house and Bill flinched.
“I didn't happen upon you by accident, I was sent here by the Queen of Louisiana to find and seduce you. But Sookie....”
“Shut up, Bill. I don't want to hear anymore. You are not only dead, but now you're dead to me.”
There's more, Sookie. He has been seeing his Maker, the vampire called Lorena, when he is in Mississippi on those 'business trips'.
“You cheatin' son of a bitch!”
I lunged for him, looking about as I did for something to stake him with. I wanted to end him for good. Eric held me back, his arms like steel surrounding me.
“I think it best if you leave, Bill.” Eric was staring a hole into my now ex-boyfriend.
“No, make him stay. He needs to see what happens next. He needs to feel what I'm about to do, he deserves to suffer, knowing what he lost.”
Eric eyed me, apparently he could more than appreciate this vindictive side of me. He knew what my intentions were and was willing to go along with them. In return, I would whole-heartedly give myself to him and only him.
“Sit.” One word, powerful and apparently Bill was compelled to obey because he did just that.
I walked around Eric's nude body, slinking like a cat. My eyes never left Bill's face. I would enjoy seeing him suffer. He deserved no pity, no respite. My hands found Eric's erections and I squeezed it until he gasped and uttered my name. I took my eyes away from Bill's dark gaze to look into Eric's ice blue eyes.
“I want you to fuck me until I can't do anything but scream your name. I want you to make me come so hard that I can't breathe. I want you to put your tongue in every hole in my body. I want you to OWN ME. Right NOW!”
Gentlemen, start your engines.....
Chapter 7 Aren't Vikings Supposed To Plunder & Pillage?
“Sookie, listen to me.” Eric's eyes were deep wells of mystery. He was trying to convey something to me with his gaze but my anger was making me mute. “As much as I would love to finally consummate our relationship here and now with Bill in attendance, I know that you will regret it later.”
I opened my mouth to protest but he silenced me with a long slender finger across my lips.
“Believe me when I tell you that my blood is influencing you right now to feel things that you would not normally feel.”
I could sense the truth in his words, even if I didn't particularly care at the moment.
I could not bear to see you regret our first time together. And I cannot bear the thought of sharing you either. You must be mine and only mine. Let me send him away. Knowing that you belong to me now will be torture enough for Bill. This way your conscious will be clear.
I closed my eyes and nodded to him. “Send him away.”
“William Compton, Miss Stackhouse wishes for me to inform you that your invitation has been rescinded.”
Bill walked backwards out of my door, his face etched with regret. It didn't melt my heart at all. Bill was a lying cheating asshole and I felt nothing but fury that I had given him my virginity.
“Shall I take my leave as well?”
I would have assumed, before this evenings events thus far, that Eric would only have left if I revoked his invitation as well. Yet here he was, asking me what I wanted him to do. The wonders never cease.
“You'd leave me in the state I'm in, Mr. Northman?” I was trying to play coy but I sounded more seductive than I'd thought myself capable of.
“And what state would that be, Miss Stackhouse?” Dear sweet baby Jesus, he was playing along. As if I needed any more reason to feel like I was seconds away from incinerating.
“Well, Mr. Northman, that state would be a gal who's engine is revved way too high and if she doesn't get some sort if release, she may well blow a gasket. Know any good mechanics?”
“I have been told I am pretty good under the hood.”
I'd never heard Eric use this type of vernacular. It definitely wasn't second nature and he insisted on not using contractions (a trait I've found is common amongst the older vamps) but god bless him, he was still playing my game.
“Well, Mr. Northman, the first thing this gal could use is a good wash. I've been through the mud today and I need to feel clean again.” I'd barely finished my sentence and he was gone. The shower was already running. A chill ran down my spine. I was so turned on, just thinking about being alone with Eric and that humongous package he was sure to deliver.
Sookie, the water is ready, join me.
I took my hair out of the tight ponytail and tossed the band to the floor. Walking into my bedroom, I paused to wonder why I didn't feel any fear or better yet, anything other than anger at Bill. I should be scared to death for I knew as sure as grits that Eric was lethal.
Entering the bathroom, I could see the steam rising inside the empty shower. Where the hell was Eric?
I sensed him behind me and before I could turn he bit.
Chapter 8 Cleaning Places I Didn't Know I Had
Don't get me wrong now, I'd had Bill bite me plenty of times. But it was usually during sex and it was pleasurable. The fact that I had taken pause to wonder why I wasn't terrified of the dangerous Norse vampire in my bathroom made his sudden attack rather frightful. I may have screamed if he hadn't projected at the same time.
Sookie, my Sookie(then some foreign sounding language I couldn't understand) the blood tastes sweeter this time. No poison to taint it. I can feel you in my mind, my being. Exquisite, almost painful. Mine, my lover, I can never be without you again.
And then he drew his head back and let out a low and erotic moan. I felt a surge of electricity jolt me to my very core. I could never doubt Eric's feelings for me. He may be able to lie with his mouth but I knew he couldn't lie to me in his thoughts. Without thinking about it, I turned and bit hard into his chest, feeling powerful when the first trickle of blood met my mouth.
Sookie, no more blood, no....
His thoughts trailed off, he couldn't concentrate as I pressed my face hard into his chest and drank with all my might. The wound was already beginning to close to I pressed my tongue into it and felt Eric shiver from my efforts. The sounds he made told me better than words how good this felt to him.
Visions of battles, large men invading and taking what they wanted, whether it be things or women or things women might not want to give, swarmed my mind without warning. I felt the thrill of combat, the sexually charged exhilaration of striking the final blow to kill an enemy. I knew that I was seeing memories that Eric had from his human life.
I broke away and stumbled backwards into the wall. Eric had the dazed, far away look in his eyes again. What was he seeing when he looked that way? Was he seeing memories of mine as seen his?
I decided to get into the shower and wash myself. I wanted all traces of Bill Compton washed away. I stood under the hot spray and let the water relax my muscles. A quick glance outside the shower curtain told me that Eric still had not moved. As I began lathering my hair, another vision attacked my mind with such ferocity that I collapsed to the tub floor.
I could see myself with Bill. We were in Fangtasia. I realized it was my first visit there because of the clothes I was wearing. This was Eric's recollection of seeing me the very first time. Something had changed, I saw myself standing in front of him, doing my weird little half curtsey head bob move and then everything looked shimmery. The next part of the vision had me bent over a booth table, my dress up above my hips, panties gone. I was being pounded like a jackhammer and moaning like a whore. Had Eric had a fantasy about me the first night he met me? That's what this had to be. Oh my.
The vision faded and I slowly stood, legs shaking. Funny, he'd wanted to screw me since we met and I had thought of him as a fungus, preferring cancer to having to deal with him. My, how my attitude had changed.
I decided to try my own experiment, to see if I could project my thoughts to Eric. I hoped to snap him out of his daze and get him into the shower with me.
Eric, I could use some help lathering some places that are in dire need of your attention.
He was in the shower so quickly that it seemed he had materialized. I hadn't even seen the curtain move at all.
You clever little human. I never knew that I could be projected to as well. How did you know?
“Let's skip the small talk shall we? I have needs that need attending to, immediately.”
“Then by all means, my lady, where shall we begin?”
“I'll let you decide that. I just plan on enjoying the ride.”
Where did all this dirty-talking confidence come from? Was this the new and improved Sookie Stackhouse or someone who would only appear when I was alone with Eric? I didn't really care, I just wanted his face between my legs again.
Eric grabbed the shower gel and poured a fair amount into his hands, reading the bottle before he sat it back on the ledge.
“Milk and honey? These were food when I was human, not something to cleanse with. Not that we bathed often.”
“I have other scents if you'd prefer.”
“No. Milk and honey were delicacies. I would devour them any chance I had.”
His look was ravenous and seeing him stare at me as if I were a delicacy made me anxious and hotter than I'd ever been.
His hands were slippery and cool as he began to soap my neck. He turned me so my back was to him and began to wash me. I was amazed that his touch was so soft and gentle. He left not a singe inch of skin untouched as he moved his attention to different parts of me. He wasn't shy about anything. He washed me in places that had made me feel a little self-conscious while alone in the shower. I was cleaner now than I probably had ever been before. He rinsed me, making sure that all the soap suds were gone and down the drain. He had touched me tenderly but the look in his eyes was promising me a thrill ride. I could barely stand the wait.
It was my turn to wash him and I took my time, even though I was ready to feel him deep inside of me. Something told me that the anticipation would only make the actual event that much sweeter and intense. I don't recollect a single moment since he had made his presence known in my house tonight that he hadn't had a gigantic erection. The size of him was daunting and I'm sure it would have been, even if I had only been with one other before him. Bill wasn't small by any means but he couldn't compare with the heat Eric was packing. It was like comparing a Chevy truck to a Semi truck.
I had been absently thinking about Eric's ahem, vehicle and lathering it at the same time. Snapping back into the present, I noticed that he was thrusting against my hands, his eyes closed and his mouth erotically open slightly to expose the ends of his fangs.
I moved my shoulder slightly to let the shower spray rinse the soap off of his cock while I kept up my movements. When all of the suds were gone, I dropped to my knees and slid my tongue all around the head of his erection. I looked up and met his gaze. He looked stunned and I liked the way that made me feel. Even if it wasn't true, I felt like I had him at my mercy at that moment.
I slowly slid more of him into my mouth, wiggling my tongue on the underside if his shaft. There was so much more of him than I had realized until I had him in my mouth. I would never be able to fit it all in no matter how hard I tried so I used my hand on the length I couldn't reach with my lips and tongue.
He muttered in his strange and beautiful native language again. Even if I couldn't understand the words, the beauty of his voice and the strangeness of the inflection were like verbal viagra for me. I took my free hand and put it to good use on myself. I was on fire down there like I never had been before and I wasn't the least bit embarrassed to masturbate in front of him. Looking up at him, I could see that he was very appreciative of my willingness to do so.
I started moving my mouth and hand faster on him and my fingers were like a blur over my clit. I could tell he was about to come so I sucked with all my strength. I wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop. I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat. It was cool and thick. I couldn't discern a taste because it had bypassed my tongue. I wouldn't be denied this sensory experience so I opened my mouth and aimed his cock. I looked him in the eyes and dared him to try and break my stare. The rest of his release landed square on my tongue and I relished the salty sweetness of it.
When I had wondered and pondered about giving head, (before I had ever done anything sexually at all) the idea of swallowing had seemed disgusting to me. I had imagined I might not even be the kind of girl who spit, I thought I would be more of a “duck my head” gal. But it was nothing like I imagined, I had craved knowing the taste of him.
That was the single most sensual thing I have ever seen in a thousand years, Sookie. Du förvåna jag , älskaren.
My raised eyebrow let him know that I expected translation.
“It means, 'You amaze me, lover'.” he explained as he held out a hand to help me stand.
“It's beautiful, to hear you speak in your native language. It sounds so exotic and....”
His hands were beneath me and lifting me up so that my most sensitive place was directly in front of his face.
Dear lord, if I have to die, please let it be from too much pleasure.
Chapter 9 Sometimes It's Fun To Be The Meal
I knew what was about to happen, he'd already visited my happy place a little while before in the living room. Please believe me when I tell you now that nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing.
Do you remember those days, as a kid, when you'd be on the swings for the first time after a whole winter stuck inside? When you'd get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you were swinging as high as you dared to, to the point that the chains would be so slack from your efforts that they would jerk when you were on the down swing again? It was that feeling of fear, anticipation, inertia and gravity affecting you all at the same time. Imagine that, tripled and multiplied by a million and you might come close to how it felt when Eric lightly grazed my business with his fangs.
Some people might say there were fireworks, an orchestra, angels singing, whatever. All I can say is there are no words in my vocabulary that could describe the sheer satisfaction and enjoyment I got when his total focus was on making pleasing me. I knew, from his projected thoughts, that he wasn't thinking about his own satisfaction or anything else other than making me feel good. Good seems to be too bland a word for what I was experiencing but I can't think of anything else to portray it.
Now some of ya'll might laugh about my euphemism's for my privates. It's a hang-up I have, I have a hard time letting myself think, let alone say the P word or the C word (although it may happen on occasion). Vagina, although a medical term, makes me a mite uneasy as well. I have no qualms about calling the male anatomy a cock or dick (oddly calling it a member never fails to make me feel weird) but I can't bring myself to use such a crass word much when talking about my anatomy.
So to get back on track, Eric had me hoisted up in the air like I weighed nothing and his mouth was oh-so busy entertaining my nether regions in the most wonderful way.
His tongue was cold and it lent a most delicious chill to the experience. He knew exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to the exact place. His actions were slow and no doubt deliberate, sometimes a circling motion, sometimes a light flick and then there were the times when he would suck my most sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. I would have been perfectly happen to die right then with his mouth on me.
I was grasping for the walls, the shower curtain rod but decided that the sides of his beautiful face were the best place for them. Feeling the muscles in his jaws move while he made love to me with his mouth made me crazy. His eyes never left mine and he was telling me in my mind how good I tasted and how he could do this forever. As you can imagine, it didn't take long for me to reach my conclusion, and Hallelujah, what an ending it was. I'm sure I looked like I was having a seizure and I don't want to think about the faces I must have made. I came so hard it was almost painful. He shoved his tongue inside of me and I could feel myself contracting around it, my whole body jerking from the orgasm as I held his face hard into me. All I can say is, it's a good thing that Vampires don't need to breathe because I probably would've suffocated him. I realized as he began to lower me and cradle me in his arms that I was crying.
These weren't tears of sadness or regret. These tears came because there were no words to express how beautiful and important I felt in his arms right then. He was everything that Bill had pledged himself to be (and wasn't) and he felt about me the way I had falsely believed Bill did. And mostly because he not only accepted me the way I was, he valued what had made me an outcast with almost everyone I ever knew.
We were out of the shower now and he was drying me off with one of Gran's fluffy white towels. It smelled like sunshine because I always hung my towels and sheets out to dry. No dryer sheet could ever top the smell of sun-dried laundry any southern gal worth her weight in salt would tell you that.
“Eric, I.... I can't even tell you, I'm..”
Yeah folks, I, Sookie Stackhouse was at a loss for words for one of the first times in my life. I felt completely spent, my legs surely couldn't function on their own. I couldn't imagine that I had another ounce of lust in me. Well, that is, until he lowered his face to mine and took my breath away with another one of those masterful kisses. A slow, deep, meaningful, hot, masterful kiss.
Avkastning på mig igen. Kvällen är ung och det bästa är ändå att komma.
“Yield to me again. The night is young and the best is yet to come.”
I couldn't decide which way sounded sexier, the thought in that exotic tongue or the English translation that he whispered in my ear. Both were making me an explicit promise that I had only viewed the summit of what he could do to me from the bottom of the mountain. And through a telescope at that.
Now I don't know about ya'll, but I didn't think for one tiny second that Eric was pulling my leg or exaggerating in the slightest. Suddenly, I wasn't tired at all and all that lust I thought was spent, came back with plenty to spare.
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Chapter 10 J. Timberlake Is An Idiot, Sexy Never Left
His mouth was on my ear, whispering things I didn't understand the exact meaning of but were making my body respond anyway.
He carried me to the bed and lay me down gently. As he settled next to me, he lay on his side, his right hand supporting his head so he could gaze down at me. He was drinking me in and his thoughts told me that he liked what he saw.
I've never thought my body was anything extraordinary. I know I'm not bad to look at but I don't have anything special that you couldn't find in any town in any state. I'm a little rounder than I'd like to be but Cosmo say's a size 8 is fine. I'm pretty ample in the bosom and I keep a year round tan, but like I said, nothing out of the ordinary. You couldn't prove that by the way Eric was looking at me.
His eyes looked on fire, his fingers traveled up and down my body, stopping here or there, rubbing and stroking when I responded. I could feel his excitement, it was pressed tight against my hip. I honestly wondered if it would fit without a shoe horn.
Eric laughed and I was a tad embarrassed that my musing had been inadvertently broadcast to him.
His face looked serious when I finally composed myself enough to look up at him again.
He began talking in his native tongue and mentally translating to me at the same time. “Vi är bundna till varandra, min älskarinna.” We are bound to each other, my lover. “Jag lovar er mitt hjärta, men det slår inte mer.” I pledge you my heart, though it beats no more. “Mitt blod liv i blodet, två görs en.” My blood lives in your blood, two made one. “Du har makt över mig som ingen annan.” You have power over me like no other. “För jag har aldrig känt kärlek som jag gärna skulle dö för att skydda.” For I have never known love that I would gladly die to protect.
I could feel the tears start, tears for so much wasted time when I could have had this all along. His tongue collected my drops of regret as he sighed contentedly.
"Sookie, are you ready to be with me? This may not mean the same for us but I wish for it to. I have pledged myself to you, something that I could never imagine doing. I feel unlike myself, out of control but I cannot remember wanting something so badly. I cannot imagine a life without you anymore. Do you understand?" His eyes were as close to pleading as I imagined a Vampires could get.
"Yes, I understand." And then I did something that not only shocked the bejeezus out of Eric but stunned me as well.
"Du är den jag gjordes för. Jag vandrar ensam längre."
The strange words tumbled from my lips without pause, and I knew what they meant as I said them.
You are the one I was made for. I wander alone no more.
Now when the hell did I pick up a second language?
Chapter 11 Pain Is Pleasures Kissing Cousin
Looking back on it now, I realize I had no idea what I was in for. Interpret that as you will. It's a mighty fine line between loving someone with all your heart and being obsessed with them. I love Eric. I love to make love to and with Eric. I'm obsessed with fucking him.
I wondered for a second if the words that had just rolled off of my tongue like butter off a hot biscuit were nothing more than incoherent babbling. Was I imagining that somehow I had spoken to him in his ancient tongue? Eric's fangs in my neck proved that he knew exactly what I had said.
This time the experience of him drinking my blood was entirely different. Don't laugh but I think my neck had an orgasm! I could feel every pore, hair follicle, every inch of my skin that his mouth was upon responding to him. Subconsciously, I knew that had I been able to take a step outside of myself, my face would be wearing that far away gaze I had seen on Eric's face twice tonight. Ecstasy, complete, overwhelming ecstasy would be how I would describe my state. He could have been bleeding me dry and I wouldn't have cared. Anything for him, the owner of my soul.
Coming back down to earth was a bummer. I felt his fangs leave my body and his tongue lazily gave my skin what it needed to heal. His hand was on my face, my eyes were struggling to focus on him.
“We can never be apart now. To do so would cause actual physical pain for me. I am not sure of the consequences for you. What we have done is unprecedented, never have a vampire and a human endeavored to my knowledge. Now, it's almost complete.”
I didn't have to ask what we needed to do to complete whatever the hell we were doing. I knew and I was about to explode from the anticipation.
His body was hard and smooth as he positioned himself above me. His face was serious, his intent was clear and knocking at my door. I was truly scared of the size of him.
“I'll be as gentle as possible, Sookie. But I cannot wait any longer to claim you.”
“I'm ready Eric.”
I felt the head of his cock slowly penetrate and enter me, no pain so far. The stretching continued as more of him made it's way into me, a little uncomfortable but not unbearable. The next thing I knew he was buried to the hilt and the pain was erotic. It hurt but in a most delicious way. He was connected to me in body and soul (if you believe that vampires have souls and I, for one, do). I never wanted to know the feeling of me without him inside of me again.
His face was a portrait of extreme pleasure. His mouth was open slightly, head tilted to the side and his eyelids were heavy over his ice blue irises. I swear they even rolled back into his head a time or two. His golden hair hung around his face like a halo, this was the first time I could recall seeing a single hair out of place. I thrilled at the thought that I had given Eric Northman a serious case of sex hair. Knowing I had this affect on him made me so wet, I was surely dampening the bed beneath us.
He slowly pulled out all but the head and started to thrust again. Too slowly, dammit! I couldn't help myself, I was like a woman possessed as I thrust my hips up into him, taking him in so hard that I felt his balls slap my ass a little.
“Du , min gudinnan , vilja bli den frånfälle av jag. Utsökt mördaren!”
Eric's voice was raw and hoarse as he yelled out in what sounded like agony but looked like ecstasy. He didn't need to translate for me now, I understood perfectly what he had almost screamed.
You, my goddess, will be the death of me. Exquisite murderess!
His thrusts were rough now, his mouth was everywhere, nipping, licking, sucking, drawing little points and fine lines of blood where fang met skin. One of his hands was on top of my head, thankfully. Otherwise I may well have been pounded through the headboard and eventually the wall. My hands were taking residence on his gorgeous ass, reveling in the feel of the muscles there as they worked to propel him into me over and over again.
He filled me completely. Had he been a fraction longer or wider, I dare say it would have been too much and would have made all the glorious ramming and thrusting painful of not impossible. He was made for me like a key is made to fit a lock. He was the key to opening doors that I had locked for too long. I couldn't ignore this side of me that I felt emerging. I was scared of the things that were going through my mind. I felt as though I had known this dark side of me was there all along but She would not be denied anymore.
“Lover, allow me.” I said, my breath ragged and uneven. Before either of us knew what was happening I (yes, I) had flipped Eric onto his back and was astride him. His face was so shocked it was comical. Maybe you can surprise a 1000 year old vampire after all. I know I had just shocked the grits out of myself. Taking so much of his blood had given me enhanced strength it seemed.
I put my hands above me in the air and twisted my arms so that my palms were flat together. Using only my leg muscles I lifted myself off of him slowly, teasingly and left just the last inch of him inside me as I hovered there. I looked at him to gauge his reaction and saw the shocked look still in place. Slowly I lowered my self down again until my full weight rested on his hips. Eric's moan was low with an almost pleading tone. I began the process again, maintaining my slow, agonizing pace. His hands went to my hips and I made a chiding sound.
“I'm in control now. Tjänaren blir Övervinna."
Servant becomes the master.
I could feel him throbbing inside of me and his mind was conveying how close to painful the way I was making him feel was. I didn't speed up at all, just continued at my own pace. I could feel the swell of my approaching release, nonetheless, I didn't increase my movement. I was going to make this last as long as I could.
"Min Drottning..... min Drottning.." My Queen ...... my Queen..
I couldn't stop thinking and moaning his name. Even though I was in control right now, he was owning me and I didn't correct him this time when his hands found my hips. To his infinite credit, he made no effort to use his new grip to speed my movements. I was holding my breath, teetering on the edge of what was sure to be a blindingly hot orgasm. I could sense he was near too and the slowness of our actions was sweetening the deal. Whether it was unconsciously or some result of our new, symbiotic pairing, we both bit into each other at the same time. I tore into his neck and he punctured me in the tender underside of my right breast as we fell into the abyss of release. His blood filled my mouth as his cock emptied into my pussy. (there's that P word, Ya'll!) I could feel him lap greedily at the small puncture wounds his fangs had made. The gash I made was savage looking, I refused to let it close up until I stopped coming so I kept gnawing it back open.
When my body was finally still and my eyes could focus, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away and watched in amazement as the wounds closed instantly, even though I knew they would. My gaze made it's way to Eric's face.
The streaks of blood trailing down his cheeks alarmed me on sight and even more so after I realized that they were tears. He was crying and I couldn't stand the sight of it, it was breaking my heart.
I turned my head to look away but his hands found their way to either side of my face and turned me to look at him.
"These tears I cry are tears of happiness, Sookie. I cry because at long last I have found my match."
I slowly bent my face to his and began to lick his tears away. What he said next meant more to me than anthing else possibly could have because it was Eric Northman who said it.
"Övervinna och tjänare bli likt med."
Master and servant become equals.
I finally knew what old Bill Shakespeare meant when he said all that stuff about sweet sorrow.
Chapter 12 The Big Sleep(over)
Dawn was rapidly approaching, I could tell by the gradual slowing of Eric's reactions. His speech became slurred, almost as if he was drunk. His movements were almost stop-motion in appearance. I hated to let him out of my sight. Little did I know, he had absolutely no intention of leaving me alone at home.
“Eric, we should get you on your way home. Or you can stay in the place Bill made for himself here, if you'd like.”
I couldn't believe how timidly I added the last part, seeing as how we had explored pretty much every inch of each other with every capable part we had.
“We will both go to my home.”
It was a statement, not a question and I wondered why that fact didn't piss me off. I had never been one who took kindly to being ordered about.
“You should know, min älskaren, that Pam is the only other that has ever been to or inside of my home. Not even Chow knows where I sleep.”
I felt deeply honored. This was a much bigger deal apparently for a vampire than for a human. More than half of Bon Temps had been inside my home at some point for various reasons, the latest having been the wake for Gran.
“Give me five minutes to gather a few things.” I tip toed to kiss him and was only able to reach his chin. He had never seemed taller to me than he did at that moment. He bowed down to my height and bestowed one of those mind altering kisses that left me gasping.
I backed away from him, chewing my bottom lip to try and get every last bit of the taste of his kiss. How could I possibly still be so aroused after everything we had been doing for hours now? I needed to focus if we were going to get out of my house and to his before the sunrise.
I grabbed my overnight bag from my closet and lay it on my bed. I was at my chest of drawers looking for my favorite matching bra and panty sets when I noticed a figure standing outside the window. It was Bill. Damn him to hell, he just had to make his appearance and piss in my cheerio's. Hadn't he already done enough? I refused to acknowledge him as he stood motionless. I knew he was staring at my nudity and I knew it was killing him to think of all that I had done with Eric. I wished I could make it worse. Then, the proverbial light bulb came on over my head.
I made a display of packing my most scandalous, lacy, naughty lingerie. I held them up in front of me so that I knew he could see them. Then I blared memories of my hottest moments from this evenings events, projecting them forcefully from my mind. If I shared this ability with Eric because of the blood bond, then there was a chance that Bill was somehow linked as well. I was counting on it.
What I wasn't counting on was the effect all my mental recollecting would have on Eric. I heard a low growl coming from the living room and before I knew it, I was atop my five-drawer dresser, legs spread and Eric was furiously slamming into me. I was surprised to hear a growl coming from somewhere inside of my own chest. My right hand was on his back, fingernails scratching bloody furrows into his skin. My left hand found it's way between us and began to grasp and fondle his balls. The response I got was his mouth alternating between my nipples. The feeling of his fangs scraping across them was amazing. I brought my right hand to my mouth and greedily sucked the small amount of blood I had drawn from his back off of them. I stared at Eric and moved my index finger in and out of my mouth suggestively. His movements quickened and his hands grasped at my hips to pull me into his thrusts. Dirty talkin' Sookie decided to make an appearance just then and I'm so glad she did.
“You better make me come harder than I ever have. Fuck me,min övervinna, make me scream, and then I want you to come inside me so fucking hard I'll feel it in my chest.”
Then I slapped his face. I know, right? What the hell had possessed me to do that? But I promise you that it did nothing but turn him on even more.
He yelled, more like a battle cry or a declaration of war, something that sounded very primitive and he pulled my head to the side with a handful of my hair. His hips never faltered in their thrusting as he bit into me again. My orgasm coincided with his attack on my neck. He was very adept at following direction, I came harder than I ever had, screaming his name and calling out to god in heaven. His release, I believe, was aided by one of my hands pinching his nipples and the other smacking his ass with more than a little enthusiasm. I wasn't shocked that Eric liked it rough, my own penchant for the mild sadism was a bit of a mystery.
Eric withdrew from me and looked at me with worship and worry warring for top billing.
“Sookie, are you not well?” Ahhh, it was concern.
I had never seen this emotion on him. It was adorable and endearing. I had to admit that I was feeling less than optimal.
“Well, I feel very woozy and weak. I think we both may have overdone the blood drinking tonight.”
“You do look pale, min älskaren, be still. I will return in a moment.”
He came back seconds later with a glass of orange juice and a bottle of True Blood.
“I hope you don't think I'm drinking that crap.” I said as I nodded towards the bottle of synthetic red stuff.
“That is for me.” he said with a smile. “The orange juice should improve your state. I did not take much blood from you, even though the bites were many. I wanted to drain you dry but I could not bear to think of taking your life.”
His mood had turned from playful to somber in a few short syllables.
“I could not bear the thought of being without you. This is a new feeling for me and I find it.... disconcerting.”
“Well, I can't stand to think of being without you and I find that feeling.... exhilarating.”
I drained my orange juice and kissed him pointedly. I didn't know if Bill was still lurking outside but I made it a point to revel mentally in how his lips felt, how his mouth tasted, how the feel of his tongue made me anxious to have his face between my legs again.
“Now, min älskaren, you drink your TruBlood, get dressed in those manly spandex shorts and get the car while I finish packing. We have a huge, burning ball of gas to outrun and time is short.”
I felt the whoosh of air as he blurred towards the living room. Part of me wished I had that kind of speed to accomplish what I needed to do from day to day.
And by the way, Eric, Bill was outside the whole time, thought you should know.
A smile crept across my face as he mentally responded;
I was counting on that, indeed. He has always been a glutton for angst. Did you really think it was luck that landed your beautiful ass on the furniture directly in view of the window?
Welcome To The Den Of Sin
We were hurtling at what seemed like warp speed towards Shreveport. I figured we probably had about an hour until dawn. I had been worried that Eric may be too sluggish to drive but he seemed alert enough, taking curves at 80 miles an hour. My nerves were frayed and abused by the time we pulled into the drive of a unassuming, one story brick home.
It looked normal enough, quite a bit smaller than what you might think a powerful vampire Sheriff might call home. I assumed it was because he didn't spend much time here other than to hide from the sun. I did note that there were no other homes occupying the four nearest lots, two on either side.
I was anxious to get inside, waiting for the single car garage door to open took an eternity. We drove inside of what looked like your average garage. There were tools lying about, boxes labeled with their contents. Tax paperwork from previous years, excess stock of Fangtasia t-shirts and logo cocktail napkins. It looked purposefully disorganized. Someone was trying really hard to look sloppy and it wasn't translating, at least not to me.
I was lost in thought when I realized that Eric had opened my door and was extending his hand to help me out of his car. This simple gesture had so much meaning for me. My heart skipped a beat and I felt like a girl with her first case of puppy love. In my case I guess it was more akin to rabid Pit Bull love.
Eric kept hold of my hand as he entered a ridiculously long code into a keypad that was hidden in plain sight. I hadn't noticed it until he had begun pressing keys. I heard a beep and the door mechanism unlocked for us to enter. He turned to me and smiled.
“I can assure you that I do not sleep in the dirt under this house. I don't share Bill's affinity for simple accommodations. I also prize my safety and security. Please keep this in mind and try not to think me too paranoid.”
We stepped inside of a small kitchen. It contained a huge stainless steel fridge, microwave and a small table with two chairs. No stove, of course. There were light-proof shutter covering the windows. I assumed that they would be standard throughout the rest of the house.
“I am sorry to say that I only have TruBlood in there.” he motioned to the icebox. “I promise to have Pam remedy this as soon as possible. If you're hungry I would order something to be delivered.”
I shook my head, and squeezed his hand.
“I couldn't possibly think about food right now.”
He returned my weary smile and kissed my hand.
“Shall I show you the rest of my home?”
“Please proceed, lover.”
I thrilled at the sound of my voice calling him something so intimate. The fact that he still had me by the hand, like teens on a first date, endeared him to me more by the minute.
We walked out of the kitchen area into a good sized room that I guessed was the living room. The walls were painted a deep midnight blue that had a very tranquil effect. There was a large red leather sofa and two matching chairs, the biggest plasma television that I had ever seen, a formidable black, wooden coffee table . A few unusual lamps on various occasional tables throughout the room cast the only light. There were the shutters over the windows like there had been in the kitchen. The whole set-up looked like something out of a GQ photo shoot, it was very, very Eric.
The last thing that captured my gaze was a huge painting that hung on the far wall behind the sofa. It was a very rugged looking landscape, savage in it's beauty and unlike anything I have ever seen around the likes of Bon Temps. The artistry was wondrous. It almost seemed that I could see the tall golden grasses move in with a breeze or sense the rocking of the ancient ships that were harbored in the distance.
Eric maneuvered behind me and wrapped his arms around me as he spoke.
“I had a very famous vampire artist paint this for me. Her name is Julia Via, she can capture a specific memory from your mind and paint it as you remember it. It cost me quite a lot of money but it was well worth it. This is the most specific memory I have of my homeland, a place so ancient that you would not find it on a map or even mentioned in a book somewhere. The name has left me after this thousand years but the image of this land and the sea beyond has stayed.”
I'd never really been given pause to think of Eric as a human. Until tonight, though secretly I had longed and lusted for him, I had viewed him only as a businessman, a policeman of sorts for the undead and not least, a vicious killer, dangerous to those who defied or threatened him. Hearing the story of this painting brought a new perspective, one that made me sad for him, that he never had much of a human experience and his thousand years had jaded him in ways that I could never hope to undo. I loved him as he was and I really didn't want to change anything about him. He was showing me his tender side, his concerned and caring side. To me it was the equivalent of baring your jugular for your would-be killer. I realized now that I had true power over him. I could hurt him in so many ways if I was a vindictive or vicious person.
He tugged at me gently, breaking my reverie.
“Come, there is more to see and I feel myself growing weaker as the sun is rising.”
The next room he showed me was the bathroom. It had no bathtub, only a shower stall and a small toilet. I was shocked. It was common knowledge, or so I had thought, that tub baths were a universal past time of all vampires. The warm water raised the temperature of their skin and this was pleasant to them. Eric had always been one of the most indulgent of his kind in my experience, so to find this small, cheerless water closet in his home made me mute with disbelief.
There were three bedrooms in his home. One was full of exercise equipment, some looked extremely expensive. I'd never thought about vampires exercising. I had assumed that how you were when you were made was how you were for the rest of your existence.
The second bedroom was slightly smaller than the first one and it was full of computer equipment. I could see Ginjer, one of Fangtasia's human barmaids, wiping down the bar top. I wasn't surprised that he had his business under video surveillance. He even had the men and women's restrooms under the watchful camera's lens. That sneaky rat! I had changed in that restroom the night Bill had staked Longshadow in my defense.
The next bedroom was the largest of the three, the master bedroom I assumed, but there was no bed to be seen. This room was Eric's personal museum of Scandinavian artifacts. There were glass display cases of weapons, crude armor, and various other things. In the center of the room was the largest case, inside it, on a pillow of red velvet, lay the most intimidating-looking sword I could imagine. It was obviously very old but had been cared for. The blade was double-edged, the handle was made of some type of wood and had been adorned with what looked like copper and silver. Dark stains marred the surface of the wooden handle. I knew, without asking that it was blood. It seemed that Eric had gone to great lengths to add something as old as this to his collection.
“That is my sword, given to me by my father as it had been given to him by his father. It never failed me in battle. I slay hundreds upon hundreds of my enemies with this iron and steel. In my early days as a vampire, it was a constant companion. Somehow I have managed to keep hold of it all this time.”
I was speechless. Eric's hands had yielded this weapon as a human a thousand years ago, and his father and grandfather had as well. I wondered if they had looked alike or sounded similar. What had his mother been like? Did they have the same kind of familial bond that people did today? I felt Eric sway on his feet. I began to panic. We had been through every room and I saw nowhere that was fit for him to spend the day.
“Will you accompany me to my bed?”
Bill had never given me the option of spending the day with him. I would have gladly crawled into that space under his home to be near him but he never asked and I never offered.
“Do you sleep in a coffin?”
“Not in my home. Only when I travel and that is out of necessity. Come.”
His sentences were growing shorter and I knew he was struggling to stay awake and on his feet. Even though the sun was safely blocked from getting inside here, it's draining effects remained the same.
I followed him back to the small bathroom. I was tired myself and this only fueled my confusion as to why we were in here again.
Eric opened the shower door and reached down, hooking a finger in the drain. Much to my surprise and delight, the floor of the shower lifted up like a trap door.
One word was all he could manage as he started down the tight spiral of steps that were hidden beneath that dinky shower floor.
Chapter 14 Not Exactly The Bat Cave, But Close!
I felt like I was in the middle of some sci-fi story, entering the secret laboratory of a mad scientist. It was incredibly dark and the only thing that kept me from losing my bearings was the feel of Eric's muscled shoulders under my hands. We wound down, down and down some more on the tightly spiraled stairs. I could feel the air get chillier and I had no field of vision at all.
I could feel when we reached the bottom, Eric paused and I heard a small click as his hand found the light switch and flooded the room with fluorescent brilliance.
I had never seen anything like it. It was the most opulent and beautiful place I had ever seen outside of a magazine or on a television show about really rich people. At the risk of coming across as a total slut, I have to admit that the first thing I noticed was the bed. It was the sheer size of it that caught my attention first, I swear 20 people could have slept in that bed without touching. The frame was wooden, the hue a deep red, with a canopy that almost reached the ceiling that I estimated was about 15 feet above my head. There must have been a thousand yards of sheer black fabric that was draped beautifully over the canopy frame. The bed was covered in a golden, heavy-looking cover and there must have been 20 pillows of all shapes and sizes. I must have looked like an awestruck hillbilly because Eric laughed and kissed the top of my head.
“Excuse me, Sookie.”
He was gone before I could answer, his vampire speed making him less than a blur to me. I could hear him move something somewhere behind me and then he was back seconds later. I was too tired to care about asking what he was doing.
Eric pulled me up into his arms and cradled me as he carried me to the bed. Upon closer inspection, I realized not only was the bed wide, it was also tall enough to need a set of three steps to get onto.
He used one hand to pull the covers down and then he laid me down gently onto the softest sheets I had ever felt. I rubbed my legs up and down on the bed, relishing the tantalizing feel of the linen under me. I felt the bed indent as he made his way to my side. I was already drowsing when he clapped his hands twice, making the lights turn off. I giggled hysterically at the mental image of Eric calling a 1-800 number and ordering the Clapper. His arms found me and pulled me in close to him. Eric felt like home. I hoped that he still would when I woke up.
I don't know how long I had slept. I couldn't see anything but I could feel Eric's dead weight next to me and somehow, I knew by the feel of him, that the sun was still up. I sat up slowly, moving his arm from my waist. Vampires really did sleep like the dead during the day. I could see Eric's side of the bed now and spotted the LCD readout of his alarm clock. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon. It would be at least three more hours before he rose and I had to pee like a racehorse. How in the hell would I ever find my way back upstairs to the facilities?
I clapped my hands twice and the lights came on instantly. I looked about the huge room and noticed the spiral stairs. I also took note that there were three doors leading to other places in this subterranean palace. Please dear lord let one of them be to a bathroom.
I slid to the edge of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the top step. I was sure that I would be shaky or sore from the nights activities but I felt neither. I headed towards the doors and chose the one farthest left. I opened it slowly, scared of what might be behind it. Luck was with me, it was a bathroom. A bathroom almost as big as the first floor of my house. My mouth was agape as I took it in.
The walls were painted what I would call a royal purple and all the trim was gold. There was an honest to god purple chaise lounger in the corner and so many plants you almost felt like you were in the woods. There was a huge open cabinet that held thick black towels and wash cloths, soaps and bath oils. It had a stand alone shower, a huge garden tub that could easily fit four people (or 2 people and one extra large Viking), what looked to be a sauna built into the corner, but no toilet. So I did what any gal would do, I peed in the shower. Judge me all you want, but at that point, I never would've made it up the stairs to the toilet, this was a urination 911. Plus it was as good a time as any to clean up so I did my business in the shower and then washed myself.
The shower itself was a work of art. The water temperature was regulated by a digital read out that you could set to your preferred temperature. There were water jets everywhere spraying at the same time so there wasn't a need to turn front to back to wash and rinse. It was an experience. I had to have a shower like this, I was spoiled now. I loved the smell of Eric's soap, the scent was earthy, and warm. The smell of him and the feel of the water combined and relaxed me. I was in no big rush to finish and get out.
My body felt so different today. My skin felt smoother, my hair silkier, even my breasts felt fuller. Just the simple act of lathering myself up was making me ache in a most scandalous way. I felt like my skin was electrified, I was incredibly turned on. It would be hours before Eric woke up to lend me a hand with my little problem so I decided to help myself out.
I found that with just a small adjustment to one of the lower jets, the force of the water made a pleasant drumming motion where it mattered most. I leaned back against the shower wall and the cool tiles gave me an erotic chill that made me think of how Eric's cold chest felt against my back. The image of him behind me, his hands on my hips and his erection being shoved mercilessly up inside me made me gasp. I had always been a gal who could fantasize (and trust me, when you lose your virginity as late in life as I had, you do a LOT of masturbating), but this visual was more like a movie in my head. I really didn't feel as if I was creating this as I went along, like I had with my fantasies about Sam or Hoyt. (Yeah, I had one or two about Hoyt, he was just so damn sweet, I couldn't help but wonder.) The scene played out like this;
We were on a terrace, overlooking the ocean and a full moon. My right leg was up on the lower part of the railing, I was holding myself up to meet his height, and the white sundress I had on was lifted up over my hips. Erics hands were pulling me back as he thrust forward. The look on my face was one of sheer pleasure and Eric looked as if he were ready to roar like a lion. He threw his head back and I saw his fangs extend. He lurched his shoulders forward and I saw as his teeth drew blood and his amazing tongue began probing the wounds, lapping up every ruby drop.
My real orgasm came at the same time as my fantasy one did. I slid down the shower wall, gasping and saying some very unladylike words. I usually kept my language clean, pretty is as pretty does and all that, but I couldn't help myself. It felt fucking incredible and that was just from thinking about humping Eric.
It took me a few minutes to regain control of my legs. Thankfully the hot water held out, there's nothing like a cold water spray to ruin the moment. I wrapped myself in one of his thick black towels and used another to dry my hair. With no hair dryer, my blonde mop would be very curly which was not my favorite style for sure. I wasn't about to put my dirty clothes back on so I decided to try and find something of his to wear. I hoped that it would smell like him.
I walked back out of the bathroom and turned to the next door. I was about to turn the knob when I noticed something leaned against the wall, haphazardly covered by one of his huge black towels. Curiosity got the better of me, as neat as the inside of his house had been, this seemed completely out of place and character, I couldn't help but look.
After removing the towel, I realized that it was something in a very expensive looking frame. It must be art, there was a painters signature on the back. I leaned in closer to get a better look at the name. Julia Via. That was the same Vampire artist that had painted his memory of his human home. He'd remarked how expensive it had been to have commissioned her to do it, why would he risk damaging another pricey painting by leaning it up against a wall?
Carefully, I turned the painting around. My jaw dropped as I realized what it was.
Chapter 15 Sometimes All You Can Say Is “Holy Shit”
The face painted on the framed canvas in front of me was familiar and alien at the same time. There's no doubt that it was me, but the “me” in the painting was more beautiful than I had ever considered myself to be. The fact that I knew, from Eric's admission, that this painting had to have been made from his own memory of me pleased me and puzzled me as well.
In this painting, I was clearly wearing my Merlotte's work shirt. The portrayal was only from slightly below my elbows up. My hair was in it's usual tight ponytail and my makeup was light, also par for the course of a nights work. The problem was, I couldn't recall Eric ever having set foot inside Sam Merlottes's bar before. How could he possibly have a memory of me from there? I couldn't take my eyes off of the painting. It was executed so beautifully, one who didn't know better might argue that it was a photograph and not the result of a palette and brush.
I knew the look on my face. It was the one I get when I am doing my damnedest to block out everyone's thoughts, when each person's own inner monologue becomes too much and I feel like screaming for everyone to shut the hell up. That would be dumb because I get paid to be nice and plus, no one was really saying those things out loud, I was the only one in the audience. I looked pensive, a little anxious, my brown eyes had a far away look, my brow a tad furrowed.
Another question was circling inside my head, like a bee in my bonnet, if you will. Why did Eric feel the need to hide this from me? It's obvious now that's what he was doing after we first came down here last night. I'd just been too tired to notice or care. Whatever the reason, I was the dummy who went snooping and I had no right to feel perturbed about this, I'm sure he had reasons and I'm sure that I probably didn't want to know them. Dread had been creeping into my heart since I had woken up and this only served to accelerate it. What if every single thing I'd felt, everything I'd believed Eric had felt last night, was different today? What if, when he woke up, I couldn't look him in the eye or he told me to get the hell out?
It wasn't some big secret that Eric Northman could be a manipulative asshole, he was more than capable of telling me whatever I wanted to hear just to get what he wanted. Holy crap, what if I was just some damn Viking conquest. What if, instead of storming and plundering villages, he'd stormed and plundered my heart, mind and underwear?
Stop talking crazy, girl. He doesn't bring just anybody to where he sleeps. He doesn't have just anybody's picture as a painting hanging (leaned against a wall backwards) in his secret underground vampire hidey-hole. He'd left you with no instructions about where you could and couldn't go in the event of you waking before he did. That implies trust, doesn't it?
My inner voice made a lot of sense but I still felt that fear of rejection. I've had more than my fair share of that particular brand of emotional pain. My insecurities run deeper than the Mississippi is wide because I KNOW what people really think of me, I've never had to guess. All these silly sayings I'd heard Gran repeat over the years were darting in and out of my thoughts. Especially one about 'don't put the horse before the cart'.
I was getting myself all worked up and I think it may have had something to do with exhaustion from the physical activity of last night. Still, my insatiable curiosity was revving me up, telling me I might not get another chance to do some recon and find out as much as possible about my mysterious lover who would be dead to the world for another couple hours.
I put my hand to the door knob again and opened it slowly.
Holy Harold! What a closet! I don't think you could even call it a closet, it was more like a clothing warehouse. This room, although oblong, had every bit as much square footage as the sleeping area behind me. I was like a kid in a toy store, I didn't know what to look at first.
Let me say that it was awe inspiring, like time traveling into the past. There were clothes in there from just about every era that Eric had lived through. I had several thoughts about some role-playing we could do as I looked at his dapper, Godfather looking suits that he must have worn in the 20's or 30's. The seventies polyester lounge-lizard clothes made me laugh, I couldn't imagine Eric in a powder blue leisure suit. The eighties, well at least now I knew where he came up with the neon pink spandex he'd worn to the orgy and his Miami Vice looking pastel suit was a trip! As I suspected, when I got into his more recent clothes, there were a lot of fitted tee's, track suits, flip flops and jeans. He had a few button down dress shirts and I took one off of the hanger and pulled it on. It smelled clean and starched but sadly, it didn't have his scent on it. Further snooping revealed his underwear drawer and I looked in vain for something I might wear as bottoms. Nothing would stay up on me.
I was about to close the drawer when I saw something white and lacy shoved to the back. I pulled the delicate fabric out and was surprised to see that it was a woman's thong. It looked suspiciously familiar. I checked the tag and sure enough, they were my exact size. These were my underwear! When the hell had Eric Northman managed to steal a pair of my unmentionables? Why wasn't I furious? Why was the fact that Eric was a panty-thief arousing me instead of frightening me? I started to put them on, then I realized they would be a dead giveaway to my snooping and nosing around. I could explain the need to go looking for a clean shirt but not how I had come to find the thong that had been buried almost all the way in the back and bottom of a drawer. I shoved it hastily back to where I had found it. I'd just go commando, I didn't think Eric would mind one bit.
I'd made a pretty thorough tour of his wardrobe. There was one more room to see and I was running out of daylight. I double checked to make sure that I left everything as I had found it and made my way back to the door.
I tip-toed back to the bed like an idiot. It was a silly gesture since I could have probably set a cherry bomb off next to his head without getting a reaction. I wanted to get a glimpse of the time. It was 7:06, I had right around an hour before sunset. If I was going to continue my investigation I would have to be quick.
I ran for the last door, my heart fluttering out of control, I felt like Nancy Drew, unlocking the secrets of Eric Northman. I was absolutely giddy as I turned the knob.
I stepped into the mother of all home theater/entertainment rooms. Christ-Almighty, Eric really knew how to indulge himself. I found it rather interesting that he would have dropped such an obviously huge wad of cash on what appeared to be at least a thousand DVD's and an even bigger Plasma television than the one upstairs. It didn't seem to me that he was here all that much. But I guess when you're somewhat immortal, entertainment of any kind helps to pass the eons.
The power light on the DVD player was on. I had to know what he had been watching.
After a few moments of frantic fumbling with the half dozen remotes laying around, and accidentally blaring some weird Celtic music that sounded like a sheep in it's screaming death throes, I figured out how to turn the T.V. on. I couldn't have been more shocked if he had been watching a tape of me and Bill getting' it on.
“So, you're worried, not that you'll be in a house full of vampires, but that they won't approve of you?”
Twilight? Eric had been watching Twilight? Oh, this was classic! Robert Pattinson's handsome face was humongous on the T.V. as he drove away and glared at the hot Native American boy and his father. I'd seen this movie more than once, I owned this D.V.D. myself. Old Rpattz had played several roles in my fantasies.(Like I said, I was a big fan of the self-love.) Regardless, what the hell was Eric doing watching Twilight? Okay, I needed to move on and focus.
Perusing his collection revealed the kind of movies I would have thought he would be into. War movies, war movies, war movies. Vampire porn... wait vampire porn? The titles were hilarious, Intercourse With the Vampire, Fangtastic Four(some), World's Biggest Fang-Bang starring Jenna Jameson. What a perv. I'd never been much for pornography, I could make better stuff up in my head when I needed some stimulation, however I did love the shoes the women wore.
Time was short and I didn't dare to dally anymore. I put everything back to where it had been, I even reset the D.V.D. to it's exact position with Edward Cullen mid-leap into the bed of Bella's truck.
Poor Bella, she had 3 more movies to go before she would see any vampire action. And these guys didn't even have fangs. I tried to imagine Eric sparkling and it sent me into a fit of hysterics. The thought of him in a gray pea-coat and shoved behind the wheel of a silver Volvo made made me laugh until it was painful. Once I calmed down, I gave the room a final glance before I backed out and closed the door. I made my way back to the bed and found Eric in the same position I had left him in almost four hours prior.
I was sliding myself into position next to him when I got a most mischievous idea. I slid myself under the covers and used all my strength to roll Eric on his back. Slowly I worked his silly pink spandex down his hips and off of his legs. It took some maneuvering but I finally got him back onto his side and snuggled as close to him as possible, my ass tight up against his cock. Let him wake up and feel that, first thing.
I brought my hands together twice and the Clapper worked it's magic. I pulled Eric's long, muscled arm back over me and lay there in the blackness with a smile on my face. The anticipation was delectable and building by the second.