Of Popcorn and Toilet Paper
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Requested by youbettago12
Your Request: Sookie takes Eric out and shows him how to TP (toilet paper for those living under a rock) a house. Hilarity (and humping?) ensues.
Bookverse/Showverse: Ehh, Bookverse.
Rating: M/R/NC17, whatever gives me lemons!
General Idea/Prompt: Is it too much to ask for ALL HUMAN?
3 Specific Things: Bats (the flying kind, not baseball), making out in a graveyard, popcorn balls.
Title: Of Popcorn and Toilet Paper
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: AH Southern Vampires
Characters: Eric/Sookie, Bill
Spoilers: Anything is fair game, but really only for Book 1.
Summary: Eric pays Sookie an unexpected visit on Halloween and the two get up to more than just a little mischief.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely M-Sama. Not as much smut as originally intended… I’m REALLY rusty apparently. Hell, I haven’t written smut since I was still too young to read it. Hope you like anyways! I've also never tried to write all human, so I took some liberties. Hope you guys like it! Written for the Eric/Sookie Halloween Fic Exchange at eric_sookie
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“Sookie, what are you doing?” asked Eric as he stepped through my kitchen door. I had been concentrating so completely on the task at hand that I hadn’t even heard his corvette as it rumbled up my driveway.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I asked. “Who invited you anyways?” The words came out angrier than I had intended, but I knew he would just shrug them off anyways. I couldn’t exactly say that I was happy to see him, but in all honesty I was glad to have some company.
As expected, Eric ignored my question, continuing to take in the scene around him. It really must have been something to behold: popcorn scattered over nearly every surface in my kitchen, including bits and pieces stuck on my clothes and hair. The amused expression on his face only continued to grow as he looked around and finally his eyes settled back on me. “Well aren’t you a vision of domestication. Where’s Bill?”
Leave it to Eric to ask the one question that I didn’t want to answer.
“I’m not sure that’s any of your business, Eric,” I replied. I didn’t want to talk about the fight Bill and I had gotten into earlier, and I certainly wasn’t going to explain it to the very person we had been fighting about.
Bill and Eric had been friends for a long time before I met either of them. They’d gone to college together and ended up staying close after graduation. Bill opted to open a small computer repair business in Bon Temps while Eric, the more outgoing of the two, opened a now popular nightclub in Shreveport with his younger sister, Pam.
I’d met the two men one night when Merlotte’s, the bar I work in, was closed and a few co-workers who had decided to spend the night club hopping drug me along and eventually we’d ended up in Eric’s club. I’d seen Bill around town before, since his house is practically right next to mine, but we’d never actually talked until that night. Even though I knew that he was at least ten years old than me, we hit it off immediately. A few nights later Bill had taken me out on our first date, and not long after I had what I considered to be my first real boyfriend.
Bill had taken me back to Eric’s club a few times, and I’d become fast friends with the tall blonde; unfortunately much to Bill’s displeasure. I could see a rift forming between the two friends, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Bill was my boyfriend, and Eric was my friend (though I couldn’t deny that the latter was an extremely attractive man) and I wasn’t going to let anyone change that fact.
“Earth to Sookie,” Eric’s voice cut through my thoughts. Apparently I had been gazing off into space for quite some time, since he looked more amused than ever. “So Bill isn’t here? Trouble in paradise?”
“Don’t Eric. I really don’t want to talk about it.” I gave him my sternest look, making sure that he understood that the conversation wasn’t going to go any further. “You’ll just make it worse.”
“So you were fighting about me then?” Rather than apologetic, Eric looked almost triumphant.
“No,” I lied, “we were arguing over the fact that I’m going to be friends with whoever I want, regardless of what he thinks.”
“So you were arguing about me,” another smirk crossed his face and for a moment I contemplated smacking it away. Eric was nothing if not overly-confident, borderline arrogant, but it was just part of his personality.
“Eric…” Now I was beginning to get annoyed.
“What are you making?” he asked, effectively changing the subject and I shot him a look of thanks.
“They’re popcorn balls, Eric,” I explained, holding one up. “Haven’t you ever had one?”
“I’ve heard of them, but they just seem repulsive,” Eric was eyeing the popcorn ball with disgust and I couldn’t help but start laughing. “Why are you making them?”
“Gran and I used to make them every year,” I sighed. It seemed like every day there was a new reminder that she was gone. “Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean I’m going to let our traditions die.”
“Well, I think this is one tradition you could safely hang,” chuckled Eric, still wearing his repulsed expression. The entire scene was finally too much for me to take and I burst out laughing. Reaching to the side, I grabbed one of the freshly made balls and flung it at Eric, taking him completely by surprise.
Luckily the ball that I threw had just come out of my mixing bowl and therefore was still quite sticky, since otherwise the intended outcome would have been completely lost. As it was, the small ball of popcorn was extremely sticky and managed to adhere itself firmly to Eric’s shirt in the middle of his chest.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” mumbled Eric, still dazed by the ball of sticky popcorn attached to his shirt. Tentatively he reached up and plucked the offending snack from its position, tossing it down on the table. “Why aren’t you out doing something instead of here ruining my shirt? It’s Halloween.”
“Arlene is taking her kids trick-or-treating, Bill and I are fighting, and everyone else is working. It’s my night off, but there really isn’t anything to do.” I probably could have found something if I’d looked hard enough, but after the start of my evening, I really hadn’t felt like going out.
“What about that brother of yours?”
“Jason? He’s probably drunk and out toilet papering someone’s house.” I imagined that I’d get a call from the sheriff around four asking me to pick Jason up because they found him wandering around drunk and lost.
“Another Halloween tradition that I’ve never taken part in,” Eric seemed almost sorry that he’d never vandalized someone’s house, and the thought gave me an idea.
“Then tonight we’re going to change that!” Putting down my spoon and bowl of popcorn, I rushed into the bathroom to gather up as much toilet paper as I could carry. Returning to the kitchen I shoved the load into Eric’s hands and quickly pulled him out the door behind me.
In no time we’d made it across the graveyard and stood staring up at Bill Compton’s house. Thankfully it seemed that Bill wasn’t home. I pushed away the wondering thoughts which entered my mind and focused on the task before me. Reaching over, I grabbed one of the rolls from Eric and prepared to throw.
“You want to toilet paper Bill’s house?” Eric’s question halted me for a second and I turned to look at him. “All because you two got in a fight? Isn’t that childish?”
“It’s Halloween,” I explained. “Tonight I get to be childish.” With that, I pulled my arm back and let the first roll fly. It bounced off the porch roof, got caught on a gutter and left a nice streamer down the side of Bill’s house as the roll bounced back to the ground. “See, you just take the roll and throw!”
Dropping the rolls that he was carrying, Eric picked one up and followed suit. Another streamer of TP now decorated my boyfriend’s porch. Before either Eric or I knew it, we were running around like children, throwing toilet paper and leaving stark white streamers everywhere. We were having the time of our lives, so much so that it was almost too late when Eric noticed headlights approaching the house.
“We’ve got company,” he shouted, pointing towards the oncoming lights. As quickly as possible, the two of us scrambled towards the graveyard and dove into the bushes.
The car, which turned out to be Bill’s, pulled up in front of the house and its passenger got out. Both Eric and I had to stifle our giggles as we could hear Bill’s obvious displeasure over the state of his house. Leaning out to get a better look, I accidentally rustled the bushes too much and was forced to duck down again as Bill’s suspicious eyes turned in our direction.
Thankfully for us, Bill didn’t pursue the sound, and as soon as he turned back towards his house Eric and I took the opportunity to run for it, not stopping until we’d made it almost the entire way through the cemetery. Slowing down and eventually stopping, we stood for a minute trying to regain our composure.
An awkward silence broke over us and I tried to ignore it by looking up at the stars. After only a few moments, I noticed small black specks streaking across the moon,
“Are those bats?” I asked, pointing upwards so that Eric could see what I was talking about. I knew what the answer was, but I needed to say something to break the silence.
“Yeah, they’re bats,” chuckled Eric as he looked up as well. “They’re eating bugs in the air.
“Well that’s go…” I was abruptly cut off as a small dark figure swooped out of the sky right in front of my face. I’ve never been afraid of bats, but the action took me off guard and I yelped, stumbling backwards into Eric and causing us both to fall to the ground.
Almost immediately after adjusting to the fact that I was now lying on the ground I became hyper-aware of the tall blonde who was now lying practically on top of me. He’d attempted to twist away when I bumped him, causing him to fall after me as our legs got tangled.
“Eric, get off me,” I told him, but the blonde made no motion to move. From what I could see in the soft moonlight that filtered down on us he was just lying there staring at me. “Eric, get off,” I repeated.
Finally I took matters into my own hands and pushed Eric away, climbing to my feet and offering him a hand up. Pulling his larger form up off the ground unsteadied me and he took advantage of that fact to guide me backwards into a tree, putting us in nearly the same position as before with the only difference being the fact that we were standing.
“Eric,” I sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. I wanted nothing more than for him to just walk away. I might have been mad at Bill, but I certainly wasn’t sure that I was ready to do something that I might regret, no matter how attracted to Eric I was.
“Just tell me to go,” his voice came in a whisper, inches from my face as he pressed his long body against mine. “Tell me to walk away, Sookie, and I will.”
I couldn’t manage any sound other than a small groan. I was ashamed of what the feel of his body pressed into mine was doing to me. I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t supposed to be in a graveyard feeling like this with his friend. Especially not in a graveyard! Just call me Sookie ‘Going to Hell’ Stackhouse.
Of course, Eric took my silence as confirmation that I didn’t want him to go and moved closer, pressing me firmly against the tree as his lips found mine.
I’d never had much experience kissing until Bill came into my life, and I was certainly no expert, but if there was a contest to find the best kisser in America, Eric Northman would win it hands down. Where Bill had always been tentative and gentle, Eric’s kisses were aggressive and demanding. I couldn’t help but find myself responding, pushing myself against him, wanting to experience it all as our mouths battled and hands explored each other.
I let out a sharp gasp as Eric’s hand slid underneath my shirt and brushed along the underside of my breasts. Before I knew it, I had been lifted easily off the ground and Eric was making the last few strides towards my house, never breaking the contact between our lips. I found myself pressed momentarily against my back door as he fumbled with the knob but soon I was in his arms again. He didn’t stop until we’d reached my room and I found myself being deposited unceremoniously onto my bed with Eric following shortly after.
His lips found mine again as he moved over me and I could feel his desire pressing against my thigh.
“Are we really going to do this?” I asked breathily. It was a stupid question, and one that Eric answered only by moving his hands to fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans so that he could push them down.
The cool night air on my bare thighs made me shiver for a moment, but not half as much as the full-body shudder I experienced as Eric’s talented fingers made their way between my legs. I couldn’t hold back my cry of pleasure as he slid one teasing finger into me, withdrew it, and then added another.
Unable to continue our kissing with me gasping and crying out, Eric found more useful things to do with his mouth, kissing a path down my jaw and to the base of my neck, sucking gently on the tender skin. His free hand made its way under my shirt to massage one breast as he bit lightly on the other through my shirt, matching the pressure of his teeth with the strokes of his fingers.
I couldn’t breathe. This was something more intense that I’d ever experienced before. Perhaps it was the fact that I was doing this with someone other than my boyfriend, or maybe Eric was just that good. Either way, I didn’t want him to stop.
Suddenly there was a distinct loss from between my thighs as Eric withdrew his fingers, glancing down at me intently.
“Sookie,” he said, and I knew it was a question. One that I never expected he would ask, giving the situation and how far we’d come already.
I could only nod my head, pulling him down quickly for one long kiss before he broke away and moved out of my bed. In quick succession off came my panties, his jeans and underwear, and he was once again over top of me, positioned to enter. This is where he paused; looking at me once again as if to make sure it was okay.
I couldn’t take the separation anymore and reached around, latching my fingers into his perfect ass and pulled with all my might, arching my back and successfully impaling myself on his considerable length. We both let out a gasp at the contact and remained still for a few moments.
Slowly and steadily he began moving within me. Urged on by my moans and whimpers his pace gradually increased until we were setting a blistering tempo. I felt like at any moment I might split right down the middle, but at least I would die in ecstasy.
Shifting slightly, Eric made room for his hand to snake between us and through some feat of flexibility his fingers found my core once again as his lips smashed down hungrily upon mine. Now I really was squirming beneath him as I could feel the pleasure rising within me.
Eric’s movements became more erratic and I could tell that he was fighting to control himself. I raised my hips towards him each time he thrust down, taking him deeper and deeper inside myself until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Stars burst behind my eyes as I let myself fall over the edge into the abyss as I shrieked his name.
This seemed to do the trick, because Eric followed not long after with a hoarse cry. He gave a few more slow, leisurely thrusts before rolling to the side and brushing the hair away from my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, smiling at me. “I don’t understand how Bill could ever want to fight with you.”
“Let’s not talk about Bill,” I sighed, suddenly feeling ashamed at what I’d done.
“Alright,” Eric agreed, “though I imagine that he’ll be coming over here soon to see if you know anything about the recent decoration of his house.”
“You’re probably right,” I admitted, not wanting the moment to end. I’d just participated in what most people would call a ‘quickie’ but it really didn’t bother me. I just wished that we’d had more time to talk.
Eric moved out of bed to find his jeans and I did the same. Once we were put to rights and with one last kiss, we made our way out of my bedroom and back into the real world; the world where I had a boyfriend and we were just friends.
I quickly gathered up some popcorn balls into a plastic bag and despite his protests that he’d never eat them, managed to get Eric to agree to take them with him.
“Maybe Pam will eat them,” he mused, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as we moved towards the door.
Just as I moved to open the door for him, a knock resounded through the kitchen. Swinging the door open I found myself face-to-face with none other than Bill. He was standing on my porch with a handful of flowers and wearing the biggest ‘I’m sorry’ face that I’d ever seen. For a few moments, I almost felt bad for what I’d just done.
“Well, that’s my cue,” deadpanned Eric as he slipped past me and out the door, giving Bill a curt nod as he passed.
“See you later, Eric,” I called to him as he made his way to the corvette. “Enjoy the popcorn balls!”
“I’m sure I won’t,” he called over his shoulder.
Turning back to Bill, I accepted the flowers and gave him a small peck on the cheek. I asked him how his night had been, trying my best to sound like I was still slightly angry over our fight.
“Some stupid hooligans toilet papered my house,” he grumbled, moving past me into the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but smile when Eric and I locked gazes as I closed the door. I gave one last wave to my tall, blonde, popcorn ball hating, toilet papering, and sexy god-like hooligan of a friend before shutting the door and turning to work things out with my boyfriend.
Requested by youbettago12
Your Request: Sookie takes Eric out and shows him how to TP (toilet paper for those living under a rock) a house. Hilarity (and humping?) ensues.
Bookverse/Showverse: Ehh, Bookverse.
Rating: M/R/NC17, whatever gives me lemons!
General Idea/Prompt: Is it too much to ask for ALL HUMAN?
3 Specific Things: Bats (the flying kind, not baseball), making out in a graveyard, popcorn balls.
Title: Of Popcorn and Toilet Paper
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: AH Southern Vampires
Characters: Eric/Sookie, Bill
Spoilers: Anything is fair game, but really only for Book 1.
Summary: Eric pays Sookie an unexpected visit on Halloween and the two get up to more than just a little mischief.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely M-Sama. Not as much smut as originally intended… I’m REALLY rusty apparently. Hell, I haven’t written smut since I was still too young to read it. Hope you like anyways! I've also never tried to write all human, so I took some liberties. Hope you guys like it! Written for the Eric/Sookie Halloween Fic Exchange at eric_sookie
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“Sookie, what are you doing?” asked Eric as he stepped through my kitchen door. I had been concentrating so completely on the task at hand that I hadn’t even heard his corvette as it rumbled up my driveway.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I asked. “Who invited you anyways?” The words came out angrier than I had intended, but I knew he would just shrug them off anyways. I couldn’t exactly say that I was happy to see him, but in all honesty I was glad to have some company.
As expected, Eric ignored my question, continuing to take in the scene around him. It really must have been something to behold: popcorn scattered over nearly every surface in my kitchen, including bits and pieces stuck on my clothes and hair. The amused expression on his face only continued to grow as he looked around and finally his eyes settled back on me. “Well aren’t you a vision of domestication. Where’s Bill?”
Leave it to Eric to ask the one question that I didn’t want to answer.
“I’m not sure that’s any of your business, Eric,” I replied. I didn’t want to talk about the fight Bill and I had gotten into earlier, and I certainly wasn’t going to explain it to the very person we had been fighting about.
Bill and Eric had been friends for a long time before I met either of them. They’d gone to college together and ended up staying close after graduation. Bill opted to open a small computer repair business in Bon Temps while Eric, the more outgoing of the two, opened a now popular nightclub in Shreveport with his younger sister, Pam.
I’d met the two men one night when Merlotte’s, the bar I work in, was closed and a few co-workers who had decided to spend the night club hopping drug me along and eventually we’d ended up in Eric’s club. I’d seen Bill around town before, since his house is practically right next to mine, but we’d never actually talked until that night. Even though I knew that he was at least ten years old than me, we hit it off immediately. A few nights later Bill had taken me out on our first date, and not long after I had what I considered to be my first real boyfriend.
Bill had taken me back to Eric’s club a few times, and I’d become fast friends with the tall blonde; unfortunately much to Bill’s displeasure. I could see a rift forming between the two friends, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Bill was my boyfriend, and Eric was my friend (though I couldn’t deny that the latter was an extremely attractive man) and I wasn’t going to let anyone change that fact.
“Earth to Sookie,” Eric’s voice cut through my thoughts. Apparently I had been gazing off into space for quite some time, since he looked more amused than ever. “So Bill isn’t here? Trouble in paradise?”
“Don’t Eric. I really don’t want to talk about it.” I gave him my sternest look, making sure that he understood that the conversation wasn’t going to go any further. “You’ll just make it worse.”
“So you were fighting about me then?” Rather than apologetic, Eric looked almost triumphant.
“No,” I lied, “we were arguing over the fact that I’m going to be friends with whoever I want, regardless of what he thinks.”
“So you were arguing about me,” another smirk crossed his face and for a moment I contemplated smacking it away. Eric was nothing if not overly-confident, borderline arrogant, but it was just part of his personality.
“Eric…” Now I was beginning to get annoyed.
“What are you making?” he asked, effectively changing the subject and I shot him a look of thanks.
“They’re popcorn balls, Eric,” I explained, holding one up. “Haven’t you ever had one?”
“I’ve heard of them, but they just seem repulsive,” Eric was eyeing the popcorn ball with disgust and I couldn’t help but start laughing. “Why are you making them?”
“Gran and I used to make them every year,” I sighed. It seemed like every day there was a new reminder that she was gone. “Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean I’m going to let our traditions die.”
“Well, I think this is one tradition you could safely hang,” chuckled Eric, still wearing his repulsed expression. The entire scene was finally too much for me to take and I burst out laughing. Reaching to the side, I grabbed one of the freshly made balls and flung it at Eric, taking him completely by surprise.
Luckily the ball that I threw had just come out of my mixing bowl and therefore was still quite sticky, since otherwise the intended outcome would have been completely lost. As it was, the small ball of popcorn was extremely sticky and managed to adhere itself firmly to Eric’s shirt in the middle of his chest.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” mumbled Eric, still dazed by the ball of sticky popcorn attached to his shirt. Tentatively he reached up and plucked the offending snack from its position, tossing it down on the table. “Why aren’t you out doing something instead of here ruining my shirt? It’s Halloween.”
“Arlene is taking her kids trick-or-treating, Bill and I are fighting, and everyone else is working. It’s my night off, but there really isn’t anything to do.” I probably could have found something if I’d looked hard enough, but after the start of my evening, I really hadn’t felt like going out.
“What about that brother of yours?”
“Jason? He’s probably drunk and out toilet papering someone’s house.” I imagined that I’d get a call from the sheriff around four asking me to pick Jason up because they found him wandering around drunk and lost.
“Another Halloween tradition that I’ve never taken part in,” Eric seemed almost sorry that he’d never vandalized someone’s house, and the thought gave me an idea.
“Then tonight we’re going to change that!” Putting down my spoon and bowl of popcorn, I rushed into the bathroom to gather up as much toilet paper as I could carry. Returning to the kitchen I shoved the load into Eric’s hands and quickly pulled him out the door behind me.
In no time we’d made it across the graveyard and stood staring up at Bill Compton’s house. Thankfully it seemed that Bill wasn’t home. I pushed away the wondering thoughts which entered my mind and focused on the task before me. Reaching over, I grabbed one of the rolls from Eric and prepared to throw.
“You want to toilet paper Bill’s house?” Eric’s question halted me for a second and I turned to look at him. “All because you two got in a fight? Isn’t that childish?”
“It’s Halloween,” I explained. “Tonight I get to be childish.” With that, I pulled my arm back and let the first roll fly. It bounced off the porch roof, got caught on a gutter and left a nice streamer down the side of Bill’s house as the roll bounced back to the ground. “See, you just take the roll and throw!”
Dropping the rolls that he was carrying, Eric picked one up and followed suit. Another streamer of TP now decorated my boyfriend’s porch. Before either Eric or I knew it, we were running around like children, throwing toilet paper and leaving stark white streamers everywhere. We were having the time of our lives, so much so that it was almost too late when Eric noticed headlights approaching the house.
“We’ve got company,” he shouted, pointing towards the oncoming lights. As quickly as possible, the two of us scrambled towards the graveyard and dove into the bushes.
The car, which turned out to be Bill’s, pulled up in front of the house and its passenger got out. Both Eric and I had to stifle our giggles as we could hear Bill’s obvious displeasure over the state of his house. Leaning out to get a better look, I accidentally rustled the bushes too much and was forced to duck down again as Bill’s suspicious eyes turned in our direction.
Thankfully for us, Bill didn’t pursue the sound, and as soon as he turned back towards his house Eric and I took the opportunity to run for it, not stopping until we’d made it almost the entire way through the cemetery. Slowing down and eventually stopping, we stood for a minute trying to regain our composure.
An awkward silence broke over us and I tried to ignore it by looking up at the stars. After only a few moments, I noticed small black specks streaking across the moon,
“Are those bats?” I asked, pointing upwards so that Eric could see what I was talking about. I knew what the answer was, but I needed to say something to break the silence.
“Yeah, they’re bats,” chuckled Eric as he looked up as well. “They’re eating bugs in the air.
“Well that’s go…” I was abruptly cut off as a small dark figure swooped out of the sky right in front of my face. I’ve never been afraid of bats, but the action took me off guard and I yelped, stumbling backwards into Eric and causing us both to fall to the ground.
Almost immediately after adjusting to the fact that I was now lying on the ground I became hyper-aware of the tall blonde who was now lying practically on top of me. He’d attempted to twist away when I bumped him, causing him to fall after me as our legs got tangled.
“Eric, get off me,” I told him, but the blonde made no motion to move. From what I could see in the soft moonlight that filtered down on us he was just lying there staring at me. “Eric, get off,” I repeated.
Finally I took matters into my own hands and pushed Eric away, climbing to my feet and offering him a hand up. Pulling his larger form up off the ground unsteadied me and he took advantage of that fact to guide me backwards into a tree, putting us in nearly the same position as before with the only difference being the fact that we were standing.
“Eric,” I sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. I wanted nothing more than for him to just walk away. I might have been mad at Bill, but I certainly wasn’t sure that I was ready to do something that I might regret, no matter how attracted to Eric I was.
“Just tell me to go,” his voice came in a whisper, inches from my face as he pressed his long body against mine. “Tell me to walk away, Sookie, and I will.”
I couldn’t manage any sound other than a small groan. I was ashamed of what the feel of his body pressed into mine was doing to me. I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t supposed to be in a graveyard feeling like this with his friend. Especially not in a graveyard! Just call me Sookie ‘Going to Hell’ Stackhouse.
Of course, Eric took my silence as confirmation that I didn’t want him to go and moved closer, pressing me firmly against the tree as his lips found mine.
I’d never had much experience kissing until Bill came into my life, and I was certainly no expert, but if there was a contest to find the best kisser in America, Eric Northman would win it hands down. Where Bill had always been tentative and gentle, Eric’s kisses were aggressive and demanding. I couldn’t help but find myself responding, pushing myself against him, wanting to experience it all as our mouths battled and hands explored each other.
I let out a sharp gasp as Eric’s hand slid underneath my shirt and brushed along the underside of my breasts. Before I knew it, I had been lifted easily off the ground and Eric was making the last few strides towards my house, never breaking the contact between our lips. I found myself pressed momentarily against my back door as he fumbled with the knob but soon I was in his arms again. He didn’t stop until we’d reached my room and I found myself being deposited unceremoniously onto my bed with Eric following shortly after.
His lips found mine again as he moved over me and I could feel his desire pressing against my thigh.
“Are we really going to do this?” I asked breathily. It was a stupid question, and one that Eric answered only by moving his hands to fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans so that he could push them down.
The cool night air on my bare thighs made me shiver for a moment, but not half as much as the full-body shudder I experienced as Eric’s talented fingers made their way between my legs. I couldn’t hold back my cry of pleasure as he slid one teasing finger into me, withdrew it, and then added another.
Unable to continue our kissing with me gasping and crying out, Eric found more useful things to do with his mouth, kissing a path down my jaw and to the base of my neck, sucking gently on the tender skin. His free hand made its way under my shirt to massage one breast as he bit lightly on the other through my shirt, matching the pressure of his teeth with the strokes of his fingers.
I couldn’t breathe. This was something more intense that I’d ever experienced before. Perhaps it was the fact that I was doing this with someone other than my boyfriend, or maybe Eric was just that good. Either way, I didn’t want him to stop.
Suddenly there was a distinct loss from between my thighs as Eric withdrew his fingers, glancing down at me intently.
“Sookie,” he said, and I knew it was a question. One that I never expected he would ask, giving the situation and how far we’d come already.
I could only nod my head, pulling him down quickly for one long kiss before he broke away and moved out of my bed. In quick succession off came my panties, his jeans and underwear, and he was once again over top of me, positioned to enter. This is where he paused; looking at me once again as if to make sure it was okay.
I couldn’t take the separation anymore and reached around, latching my fingers into his perfect ass and pulled with all my might, arching my back and successfully impaling myself on his considerable length. We both let out a gasp at the contact and remained still for a few moments.
Slowly and steadily he began moving within me. Urged on by my moans and whimpers his pace gradually increased until we were setting a blistering tempo. I felt like at any moment I might split right down the middle, but at least I would die in ecstasy.
Shifting slightly, Eric made room for his hand to snake between us and through some feat of flexibility his fingers found my core once again as his lips smashed down hungrily upon mine. Now I really was squirming beneath him as I could feel the pleasure rising within me.
Eric’s movements became more erratic and I could tell that he was fighting to control himself. I raised my hips towards him each time he thrust down, taking him deeper and deeper inside myself until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Stars burst behind my eyes as I let myself fall over the edge into the abyss as I shrieked his name.
This seemed to do the trick, because Eric followed not long after with a hoarse cry. He gave a few more slow, leisurely thrusts before rolling to the side and brushing the hair away from my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, smiling at me. “I don’t understand how Bill could ever want to fight with you.”
“Let’s not talk about Bill,” I sighed, suddenly feeling ashamed at what I’d done.
“Alright,” Eric agreed, “though I imagine that he’ll be coming over here soon to see if you know anything about the recent decoration of his house.”
“You’re probably right,” I admitted, not wanting the moment to end. I’d just participated in what most people would call a ‘quickie’ but it really didn’t bother me. I just wished that we’d had more time to talk.
Eric moved out of bed to find his jeans and I did the same. Once we were put to rights and with one last kiss, we made our way out of my bedroom and back into the real world; the world where I had a boyfriend and we were just friends.
I quickly gathered up some popcorn balls into a plastic bag and despite his protests that he’d never eat them, managed to get Eric to agree to take them with him.
“Maybe Pam will eat them,” he mused, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as we moved towards the door.
Just as I moved to open the door for him, a knock resounded through the kitchen. Swinging the door open I found myself face-to-face with none other than Bill. He was standing on my porch with a handful of flowers and wearing the biggest ‘I’m sorry’ face that I’d ever seen. For a few moments, I almost felt bad for what I’d just done.
“Well, that’s my cue,” deadpanned Eric as he slipped past me and out the door, giving Bill a curt nod as he passed.
“See you later, Eric,” I called to him as he made his way to the corvette. “Enjoy the popcorn balls!”
“I’m sure I won’t,” he called over his shoulder.
Turning back to Bill, I accepted the flowers and gave him a small peck on the cheek. I asked him how his night had been, trying my best to sound like I was still slightly angry over our fight.
“Some stupid hooligans toilet papered my house,” he grumbled, moving past me into the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but smile when Eric and I locked gazes as I closed the door. I gave one last wave to my tall, blonde, popcorn ball hating, toilet papering, and sexy god-like hooligan of a friend before shutting the door and turning to work things out with my boyfriend.