Something I Can Never Have
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Bookverse/Showverse: Showverse
Rating: R - NC17
General Idea/Prompt: Fangtasia is having a formal Halloween party, Bill & Sookie are invited along with other members of Bon Temps. Sookie and Lafayette keep staring at Eric.
3 Specific Things: Eric in a black suit, Bill has to leave for some reason and Pam is delivered new pumps from a secret admirer.
Title: Something I Can Never Have
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5115
Beta by: houseofweenies
Spoilers: If you’ve seen both complete seasons of True Blood, I’m not ruining anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to this series. Trust me, if I did, we’d get straight to the E/S hottness.
Summary: Sookie, Bill and Lafayette attend a formal Halloween party at Fangtasia. As usual, Eric is the center of attention, but it’s mostly Sookie and Lafayette who are having trouble keeping their eyes off of him. Bill is called away to deal with vampire business, much to his dismay, while Pam is delivered a gift from a secret admirer.
Something I Can Never Have
He was used to all the eyes exploring his body. It happened every night he worked at the bar. Tonight was no exception. Eric sat with Pam at his right hand, as she usually did when they sat together, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. He radiated sex and power, and for a certain blond telepath who couldn’t stop looking at him, he may as well have been a magnet. But it wasn’t just Sookie who was staring at him, although her eyes were certainly the heaviest on him. There was Lafayette as well. Ever since he’d been healed by the gorgeous Viking, there had been this consuming lust for him swelling in Lafayette. As much as he wanted to stay away from the vampires, he couldn’t turn down the invitation he had received to the party. He figured if Sookie was around, nothing too bad could happen to him.
Sookie looked beautiful as usual, at least in Eric’s eyes. Her dress was long and flowing. It was a two-toned dress that somehow faded from black to red. It was beaded in the bodice, and her hair was pulled back into a chignon to reveal her neck. Not that Eric wouldn’t love to see the rest of her just as bare, but her neck alone was enough to get his engines running. Even from across the room, he could smell the sunlight on her skin and it was intoxicating. There was another element to her scent as well that just made him have all sorts of thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having about her. He would catch her glance from time to time, and when he did, he would give her this knowing smirk. Earlier in the evening, he’d found himself almost giddy at the prospect of seeing her again. It had been quite a while since their last encounter, but he figured it was best to keep his distance. She had been less than pleased about being tricked into drinking his blood.
Part of him had hoped he would be able to provoke her into an argument that would lead to much nicer things - naked things, to be exact. He hadn’t quite ruled that out as a possibility yet; and really, if he was going to make a power play, tonight was the night to do it. It might be Halloween, but he was still the sheriff. With his eyes planted firmly on Sookie, he leaned over to Pam to tell her something. Pam smiled in a menacing sort of way. Sookie glanced back at just the right time to catch the smile on Pam’s face and the fact that Eric was whispering something to her. She didn’t feel jealous of Pam exactly, but she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel Eric’s breath brush her neck like that. The thought sent chills up her spine.
“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Bill asked Sookie as they danced.
“No,” Sookie smiled, and tried to snap herself back into focus.
She’d gotten away with the stares in Eric’s direction so far, but she knew that couldn’t last forever. And then Pam was next to them. “Bill, Eric requires your presence,” Pam said in a rather monotone tone of voice, which was unusual for her.
“I will be right back.” Bill leaned in and kissed Sookie’s cheek before making his way across the room to the man in charge.
“You look lovely, Sookie,” Pam said, which caught her off guard. Pam wasn’t the worst person in the world, but Sookie had never gotten the impression that Pam was friendly either.
“Thank you, Pam,” Sookie folded her hands on front of her. “That’s a beautiful necklace.” Sookie eyed the gems hanging from the vampire’s neck.
“They were a gift from an admirer about a hundred years ago.” The way Pam said it, Sookie had no doubt that Pam had kept them as a momento of a particular victim she had enjoyed feasting on.
“Well, it’s beautiful,” Sookie nodded, feeling a little anxious about being so close to Pam without someone around to make sure she wasn’t going to have her throat ripped out. There was that policy about not biting on the premises, but rules are made to be broken, aren’t they? “What’s Eric want with Bill?” Sookie figured she wouldn’t get much of an answer, but she took a shot at it.
“I don’t know, but even if I did, I couldn’t tell you,” Pam’s eyes sparkled for a second in Sookie’s direction. “He looks good this evening, doesn’t he?” Pam turned her attention to Eric and Bill, who now seemed to be having a heated exchange.
“Who do you mean?” Sookie asked, not wanting to make the mistake of saying something complimentary toward Eric if she didn’t have to. She was having a hard enough time accepting her attraction to him in her own head.
“Does it matter?” Pam asked without taking her eyes off either of the men. “While I can’t stand Bill, he isn’t an unfortunate looking man. Eric is definitely more my taste. In fact, he tastes like-”
“Stop!” Sookie held up her hand to stop Pam from finishing that sentence.
“Oh, that’s right - you already know all about that,” Pam arched an eyebrow. “So, what did you think of his blood?”
“Excuse me?”
“What did it do for you?”
“It made me sick to my stomach, mostly,” Sookie said, but her voice betrayed her. She’d meant to sound disgusted, but instead, she just sounded like a liar.
But since Pam wasn’t in the business of getting involved in Eric’s personal affairs, she didn’t bother to push the matter. “You are the only human to say such things to me.”
Just then another vampire by the name of Dulce glided toward Sookie and Pam with a beautifully wrapped box in her hands. The box was wrapped in thick black paper, and an orange bow was tied around it. Dulce, who was new to Louisiana, explained that the package had been delivered just a few seconds before. There was no card attached. Sookie waited for Pam to put the box to her ear to listen for a ticking sound, but that wouldn’t be necessary with Pam’s hearing. She did, however, sniff at the box in attempts to figure out who her sender might be. The only scent she picked up was her own and Dulce’s. She didn’t even pick up a delivery person’s smell. Sookie held the box while Pam untied the ribbon that was wrapped around it, and then turned the box so Pam could pull the paper apart where it was taped at the sides.
Pam took the box, leaving Sookie to hold the wrapping paper and ribbon. She opened it, and pulled back the tissue paper covering her gift. Pam’s face lit up, and her eyes looked like a slot machine that had just hit the jackpot. If Sookie had ever been curious as to what Pam looked like on Christmas morning, she wasn’t anymore. Pam couldn’t have been expressionless at the moment even if she’d wanted to be. She was enamored by her gift, and a few seconds later, Sookie found out why.
“These are just like the ones I lost when Eric ordered me to track that thing that scratched you to hell,” Pam told Sookie, pulling a beautiful pink shoe from the box.
“You lost your shoes?” Sookie asked daftly.
“They were ruined,” Pam said with a twinge of sadness in her voice. “They were my favorite shoes, and they were ruined.”
“Oh,” Sookie felt a little guilty. “Sorry to hear that.”
“You should be,” Pam glared as Sookie for a second before going back to adoring her new shoes. If they wouldn’t have looked completely wrong with the dress Pam was wearing, Sookie was sure Pam probably would have swapped shoes.
“Sookie, I must speak with you,” Bill put his cool hand on her Sookie’s warm shoulder, and pulled her toward the employee’s only hallway.
“Everything alright, Bill?” Sookie asked innocently enough as they walked.
“No,” Bill looked to his shoes for a few seconds. “Eric is sending me on an errand for him.”
“Oh Bill, now?” Sookie hadn’t planned to whine, but that’s what happened.
“I’m sorry, Sookie. If I could get around it, I would,” Bill said glumly.
“Well, what’s so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow? I thought tonight was a big deal for vampires,” Sookie pouted.
“It is. Tonight is the one night of the year when...” He trailed off, figuring there was no point in going over it all again. “I don’t know what he wants me to do. He simply gave me an address and told me to wait there. Someone would be delivering something to me.”
“Well, that’s silly. Why not just have it delivered here?” Sookie asked incredulously.
“I don’t know,” Bill shrugged, which was something he rarely ever did.
Sookie sighed, and tried not to feel too disappointed that Bill was leaving, or enraged at Eric for making him go. “Can’t I go with you?” Sookie suggested.
“No, you cannot,” Bill’s hand slid up her arm. “I’ll return to you as soon as I am able,” he promised, but she’d heard those words from him before.
The last time he’d said them, he’d come back with a Child. Jessica was an alright girl, but Sookie wasn’t sure their relationship could survive another young vampire to care for. Sookie couldn’t help but feel like she was being set up for something. She would be the first to admit she didn’t know Eric well - but what she did know was sneaky, devious and sometimes ruthless. Whatever he had up his sleeve probably didn’t have anything good in store for her. Bill had just leaned in to kiss her goodbye when Eric appeared in the doorway.
He looked damn good in his suit. He was dressed in black from head to toe, which was usual for Eric. Perfectly tailored pants hung low on his hips. His black shirt stretched to cover well-defined chest and abdominal muscles that Sookie had had the pleasure the feeling when she’d sucked that bullet out of his chest. There was a part of her that wanted to grab the black satin tie hanging around his neck, and pull him into the office to have her way with him. Bill cleared his throat, yanking her back to the present and away from a fantasy that could lead her nowhere good.
“Bill, you just go now,” Eric insisted.
“I will return,” he said in a tone of warning, although Sookie wasn’t sure if that was meant for her, or for Eric.
Ever since she’d had his blood, Eric was creeping into her mind more and more than he ever had in the past. Her curiosity about him had grown leaps and bounds, and while Eric had insisted he’d forged the bond to be able to protect her as a member of his staff, she was quite sure he’d done it for far more personal reasons. Eric’s blood was nothing if not potent. She knew she hadn’t had much, but just those few drops were enough to cause her to think all sorts of things she shouldn’t. From the minute she’d spotted him in the bar the first night she’d come to Fangtasia, she’d felt her pulse quicken. At the time, she had reasoned it away by saying it was because Bill’s hand had brushed hers at the exact same moment. Now she wasn’t so sure that was the case.
Sookie watched Bill walk out the back door of the bar, and attend to whatever errand it was Eric had sent him on. “You look exquisite this evening, Miss Stackhouse,” Eric’s soft voice bounced in her ears until it dripped down her spine, sending all sorts of tingles all over the place.
“You look dead,” she said coldly, although nothing could be further from the truth.
While it was true Eric looked a little more pale than usual with all of the black he was wearing, he looked....delectable. He seemed to be almost glowing, his skin was so white. His eyes were brighter than usual, and the prettiest shade of blue she’d ever seen. His hair was shiny, and gelled the way it almost always was. She found her eyes locking on his adam’s apple, which was bobbing in his throat. There was a palpable tension between them, and it took her a minute to remember she was angry at him for sending Bill away.
“Why did you have to send him away tonight? I thought it was the biggest party night of the year for vampires.”
“Oh, it is,” Eric nodded, and started toward his office. He stopped at the door, and gestured for Sookie to enter ahead of him.
She hesitated for only a few seconds before deciding it was better to follow him. He wasn’t going to discuss anything out in the hall, and she wanted to know what was so damn important it couldn’t wait until the following evening. As she walked past him, her shoulder brushed his chest. She didn’t know it until she looked at him again, but Eric had inhaled deeply when she passed by him. Yes, there was certainly something special about Sookie Stackhouse, and her telepathy was just the tip of the iceberg. Eric found himself staring at her golden brown back, since there wasn’t much of a back to her dress. Never in his life had he wished to be a garment before, but at that moment, he wouldn’t mind being her dress. He wanted to wrap himself around her, and see every inch of her there was to see.
“So, what was so important?” Sookie asked once the door was closed.
“I needed him to pick up a delivery for me. I couldn’t have it brought here to the bar,” Eric said casually, and went around to the other side of his desk to sit down.
Sookie stood there looking completely unamused. “You brought me to your office to tell me that?”
“Actually, I had other ideas.” Eric eyed her, and Sookie felt her knees quiver just a little.
“You know I am Bill’s,” Sookie reminded him, but Eric just smirked at this.
“That is a minor technicality, dear one.” Eric waved her statement off with ease.
“Maybe for you, but I actually have feelings,” Sookie retorted, but Eric wasn’t so concerned about whatever feelings Sookie might have. Well, at least where Bill was concerned anyway.
“You feel differently about me now that you’ve had my blood, don’t you?” he asked, but the slight change of expression was answer enough for him. That was a good thing, since Sookie couldn’t find her voice to argue. “What makes you think that your reaction to Bill’s blood was any different?”
Now there was a stumper. She hadn’t considered that at all. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d given it some thought, but then pushed it away. She refused to believe her feelings for Bill were nothing more than a bi-product of the bond they shared. All the bond did was allow her to sense his presence. She couldn’t feel his emotions, although Bill had said that was a possibility if they shared blood often enough. From what Bill told her, a mutual bond could only be formed if they took in each other’s blood within a short time. And then, all of a sudden, she remembered the night when the Rattray’s had nearly killed her. Bill had given her his blood to save her life, and in return, he had licked her blood from her forehead. Bam! instant bond.
“You look troubled, Sookie. Have I upset you?” Eric no longer looked amused.
“Did you have my blood that night too?” Sookie asked Eric, her voice a little distant and haunted.
“No,” Eric said with a look of disappointment. “I would have liked to, though. If you had offered it, I would have taken it.” His disappointment turned up into a devilish grin. “I imagine you must have quite a fascinating taste if Bill is being so greedy with you.”
“Bill loves me,” Sookie argued.
“We are vampires, Sookie. We do not attach ourselves to humans for love,” Eric told her in a point blank manner.
“Maybe you don’t, but that doesn’t mean all vamp-”
“Yes, it does,” Eric argued before she could even finish her sentence.
“So then what do you want with me, Eric? Why am I so important to you?” Sookie challenged, her arms folding under her breasts, pushing them up and deepening her cleavage without noticing she was doing it. Eric was around his desk and towering over her a second later, leering at her with his fangs part way out. Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m just some common girl from a small town with a small life,” Sookie’s voice faltered slightly.
“Believe me when I tell you there is nothing common about you,” Eric leaned into her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
There was that feeling she had been curious about; his breath was on her neck. She was paralyzed. Her brain was screaming at her to turn and run while she still had the chance, but her body was incredibly curious. At the moment, it seemed as if her body was calling the shots. He was staring hard at her, his eyes just as hot and heavy on her as hers had been on him not too long before. He lifted a finger to her lips, and ran it gently over her bottom lip. On instinct, Sookie did the worst possible thing she could have done- she bit Eric’s finger.
“The last human to bite me without an invitation became my Second,” Eric’s voice was raspier than usual, and he licked the finger that had just been in Sookie’s mouth. “I wonder if every part of you tastes like sunshine.” His eyes were closed, his voice becoming a bit dreamier.
Sookie stood there, not sure of what to do. A huge debate was prattling on inside of her. She had been fighting her deepening attraction to Eric since the second she met him. In an effort to show Bill she was loyal to him, she had convinced herself that Eric was a completely repugnant person. She would challenge him. She would defy him. She would flaunt her relationship with Bill in his face. She would do everything in her power to get under his skin, and she would do it all with a smile on her face because he couldn’t touch her. What she hadn’t counted on was the way she seemed to gravitate toward him. She hadn’t counted on having his blood, and she certainly hadn’t counted on feeling anything other than a schoolgirl-type crush on him. She had a decision to make, and if she didn’t make it herself, she knew Eric would make it for them both. He’d certainly done as much before.
She couldn’t believe the thought even crossed her mind, but she could easily have Eric right then and there without Bill ever being the wiser to it. The right thing was to turn around and walk away before she got in over her head any further. Of course, she would still be left wanting Eric. There was no easy way out of this one. She’d allowed herself to get this far gone on him. Maybe the only solution to her problem was to just let go, and surrender herself to the feelings she’d been carrying for months.
Thinking became much more difficult with the sudden realization that Eric had pressed his lips to her jugular vein. She felt the moisture of his tongue against her throat, and without meaning to, she gasped in a contented sort of way. His large hand cradled the other side of her throat, her pulse racing against his cool hand. He breathed her name so quietly she could barely hear it. His kisses moved expertly from her neck to her ear, then across her jaw until finally, he found her lips. She felt something inside of her explode, and she was quite sure he felt it too, since his kiss deepened. She made a small noise that echoed nicely in his mouth. He was an excellent kisser, there was no denying that.
Sookie felt like a firecracker whose fuse had just been lit. Eric found himself hoping she was a slow burner, because he planned to enjoy this for as long as possible. From the moment he spotted her out in the bar that first night, he’d had visions of all sorts of fun things they might do together. He’d thought she looked like a doll come to life, like something he might enjoy playing with. Over the course of his long life, he had taken many human lovers, but none so intrigued him the way Sookie did. None of them had her worth. They certainly didn’t have her staying power. He had been thinking about her almost constantly since the minute he saw her. If it took getting her to taste him in order for her to come around to feel the same way, he could live with that. But he was certain what was happening was the natural progression of things, and it had nothing to do with the blood she’d taken.
Her lack of argument only further bolstered that opinion in his mind. “Yield to me, Sookie,” he crooned into her ear.
If she pushed him away, he would respect it - as much as he might not want to. He would not force himself on Sookie in such a manner. The act would mean nothing to him, and she would deem it unforgivable. But she wasn’t pushing him away. She was, however, removing his jacket - which was a green light, as far as Eric was concerned. As she fumbled with the black buttons on his shirt, he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her gown, working them down her tan shoulders. He kissed where his hands went, and he realized she was, in fact, deeply ingrained with the richness of sunlight. He hadn’t thought of a sunrise in years, but he was seeing one now as he kissed her arms.
She sucked on his neck, and it was almost like she had pulled a heavy groan from his body that escaped through his mouth. As her dress fell away from her body, she pulled off his expensive dress shirt, and laid it over the back of the chair next to her. Eric picked her up with ease, and set her down on the edge of his desk a few feet away. He wanted to take down her hair and trail his fingers through it, but decided that would have to wait until another time. There were other parts of her he wanted to explore, and people would start to wonder if they were gone for too long. Not that Eric cared about such things, but Sookie would certainly feel discomfort under the weight of assuming stares. Of course, every single person in attendance would be right in assuming that their Sheriff had just bedded (even if they weren’t technically anywhere near a bed) the sultry telepath from Bon Temps. It would be a scandal only because it was widely known that Sookie belonged to another vampire. Yet, because of glamour - what she did with Eric, she did out of free will. What he was doing wasn’t criminal by vampire or any other standards, but Sookie was sure Bill wouldn’t see it that way.
Yet, she couldn’t stop herself anymore than she could stop Eric from kissing his way down her neck to her chest, and then lower. Her ability to think was compromised, and she was sure she couldn’t have pushed him away even if she’d wanted to. She learned quickly that he could kiss other body parts just as well as he did her mouth. She felt his fangs scrape against her thigh, and she braced herself, preparing to be bitten. She’d only been bitten by one vampire in her life, and she was used to the feeling. She wondered if a vampire’s bite was as unique to the vampire as anything else. She was about to find out, she was sure of that. Eric used his hands and tongue expertly, moving them in all the right ways to coax sighs, moans and even a few yelps from her.
Her shapely tan legs hung down his back, the heels of her shoes digging into his ribs from time to time in the most delicious way. When she began to shake just a little, he moved his mouth over to her thigh once again. “Watch me, lover,” he looked up at her for just a moment with a lazy smile on his face before turning his head, and sinking his fangs into her thigh. She didn’t feel it at all. Her body was already humming with other feelings that were far more powerful, and she hoped it would never end.
Eric took what he wanted from her, and then lapped at the wound he’d made on her thigh. He would make sure to cover it up before they were through. When he stood in front of her once again, her legs hanging limply off of his desk, she reached for the waistband of his pants. Her aim was a little off, but that was due to the spots she was seeing behind her eyes. A noticeable aftershock ripped through her body, sending her hand slightly off course, and she brushed against the rather hard bulge in his pants. Ohmygosh, Sookie thought to herself, and looked up at Eric. He was leering at her again, and if he wouldn’t have just done her such an amazing service, she might have blushed or been embarrassed.
Eric scooped her up off his desk, and laid her down on the couch against the wall. He knelt beside her, spending some more time kissing her neck and breasts while his hand stayed busy between her legs. He was attracted to the heat radiating from that particular part of her body. He was now certain that she tasted of sunshine everywhere, and that was simply amazing by his estimation. He didn’t know how she did it, but he wasn’t going to ask about it. She unbuttoned his pants, and reached into them. Finding what she was after was easy in pants as tight as the ones Eric was wearing. It also helped that he was...endowed, as her romance novels would say. She touched him just as gently as he touched her, and after a few minutes she worked his pants down his hips. She felt the lines of the muscle and bones under his skin, and the way her fingertips were pulsating against them. She turned her head a little more, and realized that he had the most beautiful behind she’d ever seen. It was round and muscular, and she just wanted to grab it.
Eric was on his feet, and if his thighs weren’t so large, his pants would have fallen. As it was, he removed his shoes, and even stopped to take off his socks. He turned when he did that, and Sookie got a much better view of his backside. What a lovely backside it was too. She sat up slowly before pushing herself up onto her knees so she was sitting with her legs folded underneath her. When Eric turned around again, he was surprised to see she had moved. She ran her warm hand up one of his cool thighs, and looked up at him as she started to stroke him some more. Her other hand snaked around and squeezed one of those gorgeous cheeks. He muttered something in a language she didn’t understand, but since he made no effort to stop her, she kept at what she was doing.
Just when she was sure she couldn’t wait anymore, Eric sat down on the couch beside her. He adjusted her body so that she was straddling him. He pressed against her in an almost teasing way, the most sensitive parts of their bodies colliding in a glorious way that made Sookie gasp again. Eric’s hands were all over her body, touching every part of her he could. His hands moved up her sides, past her breasts to her face. He looked at her with complete sincerity in his eyes. He kissed her gently at first, and then said in a clear voice, “This is the beginning.” His kiss deepened, and as it did, Sookie slowly lowered herself onto him.
He was big, but he’d done a good job preparing her for it, and their bodies fit together perfectly. For a moment, neither of them could move. They just looked at each other, and then Sookie began to tilt her hips as she moved up and down on top of him. Again, Eric’s hands were roaming all over her body, stopping at various places at the right moments. Sookie was breathing hard and fast, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She found out quickly that keeping up with Eric was easier said than done, but she was sure she was holding her own quite nicely. He squeezed her breasts gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to them before releasing one so that his hand could sink between them. He found the right spot with his thumb and rubbed, making Sookie call out his name in the most erotic way it had ever been said in his thousand years on earth.
Her head rolled back, and her body shook. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t feel intense pleasure at that moment. Her back arched, pushing her chest closer to Eric’s. Taking advantage of the moment, Eric sank his fangs into her shoulder close to her collarbone. She cried out when he did it, and a few seconds later he shuddering under her. He was against muttering something in a language she didn’t understand. He wrapped his strong arms around her small body, and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She stroked his hair for a minute, too weak to talk.
When she finally collected herself enough to speak again, she tilted Eric’s face toward hers. She lowered her lips to his and said, “This is the end.” She kissed him softly before climbing off of him.
They dressed in silence, and returned to the party as if nothing had happened.
Requested by rockmyway.
Your Request
Bookverse/Showverse: Showverse
Rating: R - NC17
General Idea/Prompt: Fangtasia is having a formal Halloween party, Bill & Sookie are invited along with other members of Bon Temps. Sookie and Lafayette keep staring at Eric.
3 Specific Things: Eric in a black suit, Bill has to leave for some reason and Pam is delivered new pumps from a secret admirer.
Title: Something I Can Never Have
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5115
Beta by: houseofweenies
Spoilers: If you’ve seen both complete seasons of True Blood, I’m not ruining anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to this series. Trust me, if I did, we’d get straight to the E/S hottness.
Summary: Sookie, Bill and Lafayette attend a formal Halloween party at Fangtasia. As usual, Eric is the center of attention, but it’s mostly Sookie and Lafayette who are having trouble keeping their eyes off of him. Bill is called away to deal with vampire business, much to his dismay, while Pam is delivered a gift from a secret admirer.
Something I Can Never Have
He was used to all the eyes exploring his body. It happened every night he worked at the bar. Tonight was no exception. Eric sat with Pam at his right hand, as she usually did when they sat together, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. He radiated sex and power, and for a certain blond telepath who couldn’t stop looking at him, he may as well have been a magnet. But it wasn’t just Sookie who was staring at him, although her eyes were certainly the heaviest on him. There was Lafayette as well. Ever since he’d been healed by the gorgeous Viking, there had been this consuming lust for him swelling in Lafayette. As much as he wanted to stay away from the vampires, he couldn’t turn down the invitation he had received to the party. He figured if Sookie was around, nothing too bad could happen to him.
Sookie looked beautiful as usual, at least in Eric’s eyes. Her dress was long and flowing. It was a two-toned dress that somehow faded from black to red. It was beaded in the bodice, and her hair was pulled back into a chignon to reveal her neck. Not that Eric wouldn’t love to see the rest of her just as bare, but her neck alone was enough to get his engines running. Even from across the room, he could smell the sunlight on her skin and it was intoxicating. There was another element to her scent as well that just made him have all sorts of thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having about her. He would catch her glance from time to time, and when he did, he would give her this knowing smirk. Earlier in the evening, he’d found himself almost giddy at the prospect of seeing her again. It had been quite a while since their last encounter, but he figured it was best to keep his distance. She had been less than pleased about being tricked into drinking his blood.
Part of him had hoped he would be able to provoke her into an argument that would lead to much nicer things - naked things, to be exact. He hadn’t quite ruled that out as a possibility yet; and really, if he was going to make a power play, tonight was the night to do it. It might be Halloween, but he was still the sheriff. With his eyes planted firmly on Sookie, he leaned over to Pam to tell her something. Pam smiled in a menacing sort of way. Sookie glanced back at just the right time to catch the smile on Pam’s face and the fact that Eric was whispering something to her. She didn’t feel jealous of Pam exactly, but she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel Eric’s breath brush her neck like that. The thought sent chills up her spine.
“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Bill asked Sookie as they danced.
“No,” Sookie smiled, and tried to snap herself back into focus.
She’d gotten away with the stares in Eric’s direction so far, but she knew that couldn’t last forever. And then Pam was next to them. “Bill, Eric requires your presence,” Pam said in a rather monotone tone of voice, which was unusual for her.
“I will be right back.” Bill leaned in and kissed Sookie’s cheek before making his way across the room to the man in charge.
“You look lovely, Sookie,” Pam said, which caught her off guard. Pam wasn’t the worst person in the world, but Sookie had never gotten the impression that Pam was friendly either.
“Thank you, Pam,” Sookie folded her hands on front of her. “That’s a beautiful necklace.” Sookie eyed the gems hanging from the vampire’s neck.
“They were a gift from an admirer about a hundred years ago.” The way Pam said it, Sookie had no doubt that Pam had kept them as a momento of a particular victim she had enjoyed feasting on.
“Well, it’s beautiful,” Sookie nodded, feeling a little anxious about being so close to Pam without someone around to make sure she wasn’t going to have her throat ripped out. There was that policy about not biting on the premises, but rules are made to be broken, aren’t they? “What’s Eric want with Bill?” Sookie figured she wouldn’t get much of an answer, but she took a shot at it.
“I don’t know, but even if I did, I couldn’t tell you,” Pam’s eyes sparkled for a second in Sookie’s direction. “He looks good this evening, doesn’t he?” Pam turned her attention to Eric and Bill, who now seemed to be having a heated exchange.
“Who do you mean?” Sookie asked, not wanting to make the mistake of saying something complimentary toward Eric if she didn’t have to. She was having a hard enough time accepting her attraction to him in her own head.
“Does it matter?” Pam asked without taking her eyes off either of the men. “While I can’t stand Bill, he isn’t an unfortunate looking man. Eric is definitely more my taste. In fact, he tastes like-”
“Stop!” Sookie held up her hand to stop Pam from finishing that sentence.
“Oh, that’s right - you already know all about that,” Pam arched an eyebrow. “So, what did you think of his blood?”
“Excuse me?”
“What did it do for you?”
“It made me sick to my stomach, mostly,” Sookie said, but her voice betrayed her. She’d meant to sound disgusted, but instead, she just sounded like a liar.
But since Pam wasn’t in the business of getting involved in Eric’s personal affairs, she didn’t bother to push the matter. “You are the only human to say such things to me.”
Just then another vampire by the name of Dulce glided toward Sookie and Pam with a beautifully wrapped box in her hands. The box was wrapped in thick black paper, and an orange bow was tied around it. Dulce, who was new to Louisiana, explained that the package had been delivered just a few seconds before. There was no card attached. Sookie waited for Pam to put the box to her ear to listen for a ticking sound, but that wouldn’t be necessary with Pam’s hearing. She did, however, sniff at the box in attempts to figure out who her sender might be. The only scent she picked up was her own and Dulce’s. She didn’t even pick up a delivery person’s smell. Sookie held the box while Pam untied the ribbon that was wrapped around it, and then turned the box so Pam could pull the paper apart where it was taped at the sides.
Pam took the box, leaving Sookie to hold the wrapping paper and ribbon. She opened it, and pulled back the tissue paper covering her gift. Pam’s face lit up, and her eyes looked like a slot machine that had just hit the jackpot. If Sookie had ever been curious as to what Pam looked like on Christmas morning, she wasn’t anymore. Pam couldn’t have been expressionless at the moment even if she’d wanted to be. She was enamored by her gift, and a few seconds later, Sookie found out why.
“These are just like the ones I lost when Eric ordered me to track that thing that scratched you to hell,” Pam told Sookie, pulling a beautiful pink shoe from the box.
“You lost your shoes?” Sookie asked daftly.
“They were ruined,” Pam said with a twinge of sadness in her voice. “They were my favorite shoes, and they were ruined.”
“Oh,” Sookie felt a little guilty. “Sorry to hear that.”
“You should be,” Pam glared as Sookie for a second before going back to adoring her new shoes. If they wouldn’t have looked completely wrong with the dress Pam was wearing, Sookie was sure Pam probably would have swapped shoes.
“Sookie, I must speak with you,” Bill put his cool hand on her Sookie’s warm shoulder, and pulled her toward the employee’s only hallway.
“Everything alright, Bill?” Sookie asked innocently enough as they walked.
“No,” Bill looked to his shoes for a few seconds. “Eric is sending me on an errand for him.”
“Oh Bill, now?” Sookie hadn’t planned to whine, but that’s what happened.
“I’m sorry, Sookie. If I could get around it, I would,” Bill said glumly.
“Well, what’s so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow? I thought tonight was a big deal for vampires,” Sookie pouted.
“It is. Tonight is the one night of the year when...” He trailed off, figuring there was no point in going over it all again. “I don’t know what he wants me to do. He simply gave me an address and told me to wait there. Someone would be delivering something to me.”
“Well, that’s silly. Why not just have it delivered here?” Sookie asked incredulously.
“I don’t know,” Bill shrugged, which was something he rarely ever did.
Sookie sighed, and tried not to feel too disappointed that Bill was leaving, or enraged at Eric for making him go. “Can’t I go with you?” Sookie suggested.
“No, you cannot,” Bill’s hand slid up her arm. “I’ll return to you as soon as I am able,” he promised, but she’d heard those words from him before.
The last time he’d said them, he’d come back with a Child. Jessica was an alright girl, but Sookie wasn’t sure their relationship could survive another young vampire to care for. Sookie couldn’t help but feel like she was being set up for something. She would be the first to admit she didn’t know Eric well - but what she did know was sneaky, devious and sometimes ruthless. Whatever he had up his sleeve probably didn’t have anything good in store for her. Bill had just leaned in to kiss her goodbye when Eric appeared in the doorway.
He looked damn good in his suit. He was dressed in black from head to toe, which was usual for Eric. Perfectly tailored pants hung low on his hips. His black shirt stretched to cover well-defined chest and abdominal muscles that Sookie had had the pleasure the feeling when she’d sucked that bullet out of his chest. There was a part of her that wanted to grab the black satin tie hanging around his neck, and pull him into the office to have her way with him. Bill cleared his throat, yanking her back to the present and away from a fantasy that could lead her nowhere good.
“Bill, you just go now,” Eric insisted.
“I will return,” he said in a tone of warning, although Sookie wasn’t sure if that was meant for her, or for Eric.
Ever since she’d had his blood, Eric was creeping into her mind more and more than he ever had in the past. Her curiosity about him had grown leaps and bounds, and while Eric had insisted he’d forged the bond to be able to protect her as a member of his staff, she was quite sure he’d done it for far more personal reasons. Eric’s blood was nothing if not potent. She knew she hadn’t had much, but just those few drops were enough to cause her to think all sorts of things she shouldn’t. From the minute she’d spotted him in the bar the first night she’d come to Fangtasia, she’d felt her pulse quicken. At the time, she had reasoned it away by saying it was because Bill’s hand had brushed hers at the exact same moment. Now she wasn’t so sure that was the case.
Sookie watched Bill walk out the back door of the bar, and attend to whatever errand it was Eric had sent him on. “You look exquisite this evening, Miss Stackhouse,” Eric’s soft voice bounced in her ears until it dripped down her spine, sending all sorts of tingles all over the place.
“You look dead,” she said coldly, although nothing could be further from the truth.
While it was true Eric looked a little more pale than usual with all of the black he was wearing, he looked....delectable. He seemed to be almost glowing, his skin was so white. His eyes were brighter than usual, and the prettiest shade of blue she’d ever seen. His hair was shiny, and gelled the way it almost always was. She found her eyes locking on his adam’s apple, which was bobbing in his throat. There was a palpable tension between them, and it took her a minute to remember she was angry at him for sending Bill away.
“Why did you have to send him away tonight? I thought it was the biggest party night of the year for vampires.”
“Oh, it is,” Eric nodded, and started toward his office. He stopped at the door, and gestured for Sookie to enter ahead of him.
She hesitated for only a few seconds before deciding it was better to follow him. He wasn’t going to discuss anything out in the hall, and she wanted to know what was so damn important it couldn’t wait until the following evening. As she walked past him, her shoulder brushed his chest. She didn’t know it until she looked at him again, but Eric had inhaled deeply when she passed by him. Yes, there was certainly something special about Sookie Stackhouse, and her telepathy was just the tip of the iceberg. Eric found himself staring at her golden brown back, since there wasn’t much of a back to her dress. Never in his life had he wished to be a garment before, but at that moment, he wouldn’t mind being her dress. He wanted to wrap himself around her, and see every inch of her there was to see.
“So, what was so important?” Sookie asked once the door was closed.
“I needed him to pick up a delivery for me. I couldn’t have it brought here to the bar,” Eric said casually, and went around to the other side of his desk to sit down.
Sookie stood there looking completely unamused. “You brought me to your office to tell me that?”
“Actually, I had other ideas.” Eric eyed her, and Sookie felt her knees quiver just a little.
“You know I am Bill’s,” Sookie reminded him, but Eric just smirked at this.
“That is a minor technicality, dear one.” Eric waved her statement off with ease.
“Maybe for you, but I actually have feelings,” Sookie retorted, but Eric wasn’t so concerned about whatever feelings Sookie might have. Well, at least where Bill was concerned anyway.
“You feel differently about me now that you’ve had my blood, don’t you?” he asked, but the slight change of expression was answer enough for him. That was a good thing, since Sookie couldn’t find her voice to argue. “What makes you think that your reaction to Bill’s blood was any different?”
Now there was a stumper. She hadn’t considered that at all. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d given it some thought, but then pushed it away. She refused to believe her feelings for Bill were nothing more than a bi-product of the bond they shared. All the bond did was allow her to sense his presence. She couldn’t feel his emotions, although Bill had said that was a possibility if they shared blood often enough. From what Bill told her, a mutual bond could only be formed if they took in each other’s blood within a short time. And then, all of a sudden, she remembered the night when the Rattray’s had nearly killed her. Bill had given her his blood to save her life, and in return, he had licked her blood from her forehead. Bam! instant bond.
“You look troubled, Sookie. Have I upset you?” Eric no longer looked amused.
“Did you have my blood that night too?” Sookie asked Eric, her voice a little distant and haunted.
“No,” Eric said with a look of disappointment. “I would have liked to, though. If you had offered it, I would have taken it.” His disappointment turned up into a devilish grin. “I imagine you must have quite a fascinating taste if Bill is being so greedy with you.”
“Bill loves me,” Sookie argued.
“We are vampires, Sookie. We do not attach ourselves to humans for love,” Eric told her in a point blank manner.
“Maybe you don’t, but that doesn’t mean all vamp-”
“Yes, it does,” Eric argued before she could even finish her sentence.
“So then what do you want with me, Eric? Why am I so important to you?” Sookie challenged, her arms folding under her breasts, pushing them up and deepening her cleavage without noticing she was doing it. Eric was around his desk and towering over her a second later, leering at her with his fangs part way out. Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m just some common girl from a small town with a small life,” Sookie’s voice faltered slightly.
“Believe me when I tell you there is nothing common about you,” Eric leaned into her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
There was that feeling she had been curious about; his breath was on her neck. She was paralyzed. Her brain was screaming at her to turn and run while she still had the chance, but her body was incredibly curious. At the moment, it seemed as if her body was calling the shots. He was staring hard at her, his eyes just as hot and heavy on her as hers had been on him not too long before. He lifted a finger to her lips, and ran it gently over her bottom lip. On instinct, Sookie did the worst possible thing she could have done- she bit Eric’s finger.
“The last human to bite me without an invitation became my Second,” Eric’s voice was raspier than usual, and he licked the finger that had just been in Sookie’s mouth. “I wonder if every part of you tastes like sunshine.” His eyes were closed, his voice becoming a bit dreamier.
Sookie stood there, not sure of what to do. A huge debate was prattling on inside of her. She had been fighting her deepening attraction to Eric since the second she met him. In an effort to show Bill she was loyal to him, she had convinced herself that Eric was a completely repugnant person. She would challenge him. She would defy him. She would flaunt her relationship with Bill in his face. She would do everything in her power to get under his skin, and she would do it all with a smile on her face because he couldn’t touch her. What she hadn’t counted on was the way she seemed to gravitate toward him. She hadn’t counted on having his blood, and she certainly hadn’t counted on feeling anything other than a schoolgirl-type crush on him. She had a decision to make, and if she didn’t make it herself, she knew Eric would make it for them both. He’d certainly done as much before.
She couldn’t believe the thought even crossed her mind, but she could easily have Eric right then and there without Bill ever being the wiser to it. The right thing was to turn around and walk away before she got in over her head any further. Of course, she would still be left wanting Eric. There was no easy way out of this one. She’d allowed herself to get this far gone on him. Maybe the only solution to her problem was to just let go, and surrender herself to the feelings she’d been carrying for months.
Thinking became much more difficult with the sudden realization that Eric had pressed his lips to her jugular vein. She felt the moisture of his tongue against her throat, and without meaning to, she gasped in a contented sort of way. His large hand cradled the other side of her throat, her pulse racing against his cool hand. He breathed her name so quietly she could barely hear it. His kisses moved expertly from her neck to her ear, then across her jaw until finally, he found her lips. She felt something inside of her explode, and she was quite sure he felt it too, since his kiss deepened. She made a small noise that echoed nicely in his mouth. He was an excellent kisser, there was no denying that.
Sookie felt like a firecracker whose fuse had just been lit. Eric found himself hoping she was a slow burner, because he planned to enjoy this for as long as possible. From the moment he spotted her out in the bar that first night, he’d had visions of all sorts of fun things they might do together. He’d thought she looked like a doll come to life, like something he might enjoy playing with. Over the course of his long life, he had taken many human lovers, but none so intrigued him the way Sookie did. None of them had her worth. They certainly didn’t have her staying power. He had been thinking about her almost constantly since the minute he saw her. If it took getting her to taste him in order for her to come around to feel the same way, he could live with that. But he was certain what was happening was the natural progression of things, and it had nothing to do with the blood she’d taken.
Her lack of argument only further bolstered that opinion in his mind. “Yield to me, Sookie,” he crooned into her ear.
If she pushed him away, he would respect it - as much as he might not want to. He would not force himself on Sookie in such a manner. The act would mean nothing to him, and she would deem it unforgivable. But she wasn’t pushing him away. She was, however, removing his jacket - which was a green light, as far as Eric was concerned. As she fumbled with the black buttons on his shirt, he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her gown, working them down her tan shoulders. He kissed where his hands went, and he realized she was, in fact, deeply ingrained with the richness of sunlight. He hadn’t thought of a sunrise in years, but he was seeing one now as he kissed her arms.
She sucked on his neck, and it was almost like she had pulled a heavy groan from his body that escaped through his mouth. As her dress fell away from her body, she pulled off his expensive dress shirt, and laid it over the back of the chair next to her. Eric picked her up with ease, and set her down on the edge of his desk a few feet away. He wanted to take down her hair and trail his fingers through it, but decided that would have to wait until another time. There were other parts of her he wanted to explore, and people would start to wonder if they were gone for too long. Not that Eric cared about such things, but Sookie would certainly feel discomfort under the weight of assuming stares. Of course, every single person in attendance would be right in assuming that their Sheriff had just bedded (even if they weren’t technically anywhere near a bed) the sultry telepath from Bon Temps. It would be a scandal only because it was widely known that Sookie belonged to another vampire. Yet, because of glamour - what she did with Eric, she did out of free will. What he was doing wasn’t criminal by vampire or any other standards, but Sookie was sure Bill wouldn’t see it that way.
Yet, she couldn’t stop herself anymore than she could stop Eric from kissing his way down her neck to her chest, and then lower. Her ability to think was compromised, and she was sure she couldn’t have pushed him away even if she’d wanted to. She learned quickly that he could kiss other body parts just as well as he did her mouth. She felt his fangs scrape against her thigh, and she braced herself, preparing to be bitten. She’d only been bitten by one vampire in her life, and she was used to the feeling. She wondered if a vampire’s bite was as unique to the vampire as anything else. She was about to find out, she was sure of that. Eric used his hands and tongue expertly, moving them in all the right ways to coax sighs, moans and even a few yelps from her.
Her shapely tan legs hung down his back, the heels of her shoes digging into his ribs from time to time in the most delicious way. When she began to shake just a little, he moved his mouth over to her thigh once again. “Watch me, lover,” he looked up at her for just a moment with a lazy smile on his face before turning his head, and sinking his fangs into her thigh. She didn’t feel it at all. Her body was already humming with other feelings that were far more powerful, and she hoped it would never end.
Eric took what he wanted from her, and then lapped at the wound he’d made on her thigh. He would make sure to cover it up before they were through. When he stood in front of her once again, her legs hanging limply off of his desk, she reached for the waistband of his pants. Her aim was a little off, but that was due to the spots she was seeing behind her eyes. A noticeable aftershock ripped through her body, sending her hand slightly off course, and she brushed against the rather hard bulge in his pants. Ohmygosh, Sookie thought to herself, and looked up at Eric. He was leering at her again, and if he wouldn’t have just done her such an amazing service, she might have blushed or been embarrassed.
Eric scooped her up off his desk, and laid her down on the couch against the wall. He knelt beside her, spending some more time kissing her neck and breasts while his hand stayed busy between her legs. He was attracted to the heat radiating from that particular part of her body. He was now certain that she tasted of sunshine everywhere, and that was simply amazing by his estimation. He didn’t know how she did it, but he wasn’t going to ask about it. She unbuttoned his pants, and reached into them. Finding what she was after was easy in pants as tight as the ones Eric was wearing. It also helped that he was...endowed, as her romance novels would say. She touched him just as gently as he touched her, and after a few minutes she worked his pants down his hips. She felt the lines of the muscle and bones under his skin, and the way her fingertips were pulsating against them. She turned her head a little more, and realized that he had the most beautiful behind she’d ever seen. It was round and muscular, and she just wanted to grab it.
Eric was on his feet, and if his thighs weren’t so large, his pants would have fallen. As it was, he removed his shoes, and even stopped to take off his socks. He turned when he did that, and Sookie got a much better view of his backside. What a lovely backside it was too. She sat up slowly before pushing herself up onto her knees so she was sitting with her legs folded underneath her. When Eric turned around again, he was surprised to see she had moved. She ran her warm hand up one of his cool thighs, and looked up at him as she started to stroke him some more. Her other hand snaked around and squeezed one of those gorgeous cheeks. He muttered something in a language she didn’t understand, but since he made no effort to stop her, she kept at what she was doing.
Just when she was sure she couldn’t wait anymore, Eric sat down on the couch beside her. He adjusted her body so that she was straddling him. He pressed against her in an almost teasing way, the most sensitive parts of their bodies colliding in a glorious way that made Sookie gasp again. Eric’s hands were all over her body, touching every part of her he could. His hands moved up her sides, past her breasts to her face. He looked at her with complete sincerity in his eyes. He kissed her gently at first, and then said in a clear voice, “This is the beginning.” His kiss deepened, and as it did, Sookie slowly lowered herself onto him.
He was big, but he’d done a good job preparing her for it, and their bodies fit together perfectly. For a moment, neither of them could move. They just looked at each other, and then Sookie began to tilt her hips as she moved up and down on top of him. Again, Eric’s hands were roaming all over her body, stopping at various places at the right moments. Sookie was breathing hard and fast, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She found out quickly that keeping up with Eric was easier said than done, but she was sure she was holding her own quite nicely. He squeezed her breasts gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to them before releasing one so that his hand could sink between them. He found the right spot with his thumb and rubbed, making Sookie call out his name in the most erotic way it had ever been said in his thousand years on earth.
Her head rolled back, and her body shook. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t feel intense pleasure at that moment. Her back arched, pushing her chest closer to Eric’s. Taking advantage of the moment, Eric sank his fangs into her shoulder close to her collarbone. She cried out when he did it, and a few seconds later he shuddering under her. He was against muttering something in a language she didn’t understand. He wrapped his strong arms around her small body, and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She stroked his hair for a minute, too weak to talk.
When she finally collected herself enough to speak again, she tilted Eric’s face toward hers. She lowered her lips to his and said, “This is the end.” She kissed him softly before climbing off of him.
They dressed in silence, and returned to the party as if nothing had happened.