[FIC] Undisclosed Desires
Title: Undisclosed Desires
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Eric Northman/Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood TV)
Word Count: 1,554
Summary: Sookie gets an unexpected visitor at night.
Spoiler: Up to Season 2 of TV series.
Disclaimer: The following story is untrue and I am only borrowing the names and in no way does this story reflect the characters from the TV series or the book series, nor am I making any profit off of this.
Notes: Written for willow_lives for whedonland's fic-fest. I decide to use midnight as a prompt. The title is taken from Muse's latest CD - Resistance. This is un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Bits & Pieces: 1) HANDYMAN is apparently not PC for Word, its choice is REPAIR PERSON. 2) I actually wrote beyond my GK lack-of-action. *rejoices* 3) Pleae don't hate me. 4) I took the liberty of saying Eric's been in Sookie's house when my memory is tricking me and not to be relied on. 5) SOMEONE TAKE MY PROMPTS, I HAVE FOUR MORE SPOTS
Sookie yawns and stretches before pulling off her greasy and oil-stained Merlotte’s t-shirt and tosses the darn thing onto the floor. She pulls her blonde hair into a tight bun and shimmies out the short-shorts. She is glad at least this part of her routine remains the same. After the entire town has been ransacked and her house occupied - not to mention her friends were under a curse, things finally quieted down to its usual small-town pace in Bon Temps.
She picks out a fluffy white towel from her clean laundry pile as she heads to her bathroom. She still hasn’t had time to put everything back to the way it was before her house turned into the base for a Maenad. At least her insurance (which Gran made sure Sookie kept up the payments) is covering all the damages with the help of the police’s reports backing her up.
Taking off the last pieces of her undergarments, Sookie turns on the tap for some hot water for her bath. Good thing the handyman came by and fixed the water system earlier; she doesn’t even mind the mess, as long as she gets a hot shower or bath every night. She fills up the bathtub with near-scalding water and slides herself in slowly, letting the water engulf her.
She rubs her shoulders gently, trying to massage herself but fails to with her tiny bathtub obviously lacking the space for her to move. She gives up quiet easily, quickly cleans her hair and herself, drains the tub and wraps herself in the towel she chose before.
It is nearing midnight (she got the earlier shift at Merlotte’s) and luckily, Sookie is only heading back there again in the evening. Finally, some peace and quiet, she realizes. She doesn’t need any more drama in her life at the moment.
Her head whips around so quickly that even she hisses to herself. She’s so sure she heard a creak of the wooden floor coming from downstairs. Moving as fast as she could and careful to step around the half-broken boards, she heads downstairs to see where the noise came from.
It is Eric.
Great.
“I hope you’re not trying to rob me,” Sookie accuses, but with no venom in her voice.
“Hello,” Eric replies, grinning and holding a bottle of Tru Blood in his hand. “I was waiting for you to finish your bath first. So I was entertaining myself until then,” he waves the bottle around to show her what he meant.
The same predatory smile remains on his face as he closes the gap between himself and Sookie. He looks down and whispers. “Or are you disappointed that I didn’t come join you?”
Sookie gasps and backs away. She shakes her head, “No! You’re a pig, Eric.”
He shrugs and pops the cap off, eyes twinkling with mischief. He downs a big gulp and licking his lips carefully, making sure to clean all the blood off left behind with his tongue.
Sookie swallows audibly, eyes fixed at his tongue’s movement on his lips. She tells herself it’s the blood that’s doing this to her. She has never watched Eric this carefully before having a taste of his blood.
He places the now-emptied bottle down on the coffee table. “You need to give in to the desire, Sookie. It’ll make things easier for everyone.”
Sookie shakes her head defiantly. She finds her feet rooted to the ground as Eric advances for the second time. She automatically licks her lips, finding her mouth dry all of a sudden.
It’s the darn blood, she tells herself again.
Eric places his hand on the small of her back as he pulls her in, the other gently tucking under her chin. Her necks cranes up, eyes not sure where to look at - his blazing eyes, his gorgeous lips or his high cheekbones.
In the heat of the moment, Sookie pushes herself up on her tippy-toes and brushes her lips against Eric’s. He growls at the gesture, pulling her close until all she feels is Eric’s chilled body. She gasps as he nips playfully around her mouth but never taking the plunge. Her body is commanding and begging her to let go, to give in. It needs his touch. His touch feels surprisingly hot against her skin as his hand finds its way under her towel but only residing again on the small of her back.
Sookie wraps her legs around Eric’s waist, boosting herself up so they are on even ground. The towel that wrapped around her now forgotten, pooling on the ground. With her neck no longer craning up to meet his mouth, she greedily takes the opportunity to place kisses all around his face and his neck, putting pressure on where his pulse should have been. Her hands cling to the fabric of his shirt, afraid he will let go of her anymore and let her fall to her death.
And the clock strikes twelve.
Her heart leaps as the old family clock in her living room chimes. The reverie breaks with her snapping back to her senses. Eric growls and holds onto her even tighter now. “No,” he says forcefully. “Not this time.”
He kisses her hard on the mouth and pleading for her to let him in. She finds herself swept up in another wave of passion, her body reacting to his eagerness as she allows him entrance. His tongue eagerly explores the cavern of her mouth. Her toes curled in excitement.
She feels, no, she knows she is on fire.
He carries her to the sofa lets her down, following her down and never letting go. She tries to help him gets his black tee off, but he takes her hands, stops her and does it himself at his vampiric speed. The material is gone before she blinks once more. He stops all motion as he looks down at her. It is eerily, she thinks, to see him as motionless as a statue. That part of her is still not used to vampires clearly not breathing - she rather they pretended for her sake. Sookie swallows visibly as she catches the gaze of Eric’s.
Oh Lord. This is happening. This is happening.
He kisses her hard again, now practically lying on top of her but with his long legs fighting for comfort against the sofa. His cold skin for the first time meets her flesh.
“Sookie!” Bill’s voice echoes in the hollow living room. He is already making his way to Eric, grabbing him by the neck and flinging him against the wall. Sookie cringes as her family home takes another beating. She slides off the sofa and creeps over to wrap herself around the towel from the ground. She surprises herself at not freezing at the action but reacting to the action.
Bill holds Eric up by his neck against the floral wall. “What are you doing, Eric? You know she is mine.”
Eric smirks as he stares down on Bill. His feet still touching the ground as the height differential becomes obvious. “I am only letting Sookie know that there are other options. I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Your blood - it poisoned her mind,” Bill lashes out, vampire teeth bearing.
“So did yours, if I remember correctly. But we vampires do have a perfect memory, don’t we?”
Sookie gulps as she watches the two men taunt each other. She knows neither of them can do much to each other considering the venue and the audience. She clutches onto her towel tightly, praying that her face isn’t flushed from arousal or embarrassment. “Enough! I am in no mood for any of this. You two can fight it out elsewhere because my house is going to fall apart further if you keep this up.”
“Sookie,” Bill starts.
“Don’t ‘Sookie’ me, Bill Compton. I should have revoked both of your invitations a long time ago - you,” she glares at Eric, “for trespassing.” She turns to Bill, “and you for barging in for no apparent reason. My life is not always in danger.”
Bill tries again, “But I thought-”
“Out!” Sookie bellows. “Out, out, out!” She points to the front door and dramatically motions towards the door again when neither of the vampires moved. And when they finally do move, both of them glare at one angry angrily, with neither wanting to be the first one out of the house. Eric seems to have snapped out of the pettiness, remembering where he is and whom he is with, as he straightens up to his height and walks out the door gracefully, leaving with a soft “Good night, Sookie”.
Bill follows suit, sulking as usual when Sookie really wishes he’d stopped doing that. He looks at her once more before letting himself out quietly. She lets him close the door for her before rushing over to put the deadbolt on.
She sneezes as a shiver runs down her spine. Fuck.
Sookie walks over to the spot where Eric’s tee laid and picks it up. Clutching tightly onto the dark fabric as she stomps upstairs, she drops the shirt on top of her pile of dirty laundry in her room. She makes a note to herself to do a load of laundry tomorrow before sliding into her bed.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Eric Northman/Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood TV)
Word Count: 1,554
Summary: Sookie gets an unexpected visitor at night.
Spoiler: Up to Season 2 of TV series.
Disclaimer: The following story is untrue and I am only borrowing the names and in no way does this story reflect the characters from the TV series or the book series, nor am I making any profit off of this.
Notes: Written for willow_lives for whedonland's fic-fest. I decide to use midnight as a prompt. The title is taken from Muse's latest CD - Resistance. This is un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Bits & Pieces: 1) HANDYMAN is apparently not PC for Word, its choice is REPAIR PERSON. 2) I actually wrote beyond my GK lack-of-action. *rejoices* 3) Pleae don't hate me. 4) I took the liberty of saying Eric's been in Sookie's house when my memory is tricking me and not to be relied on. 5) SOMEONE TAKE MY PROMPTS, I HAVE FOUR MORE SPOTS
Sookie yawns and stretches before pulling off her greasy and oil-stained Merlotte’s t-shirt and tosses the darn thing onto the floor. She pulls her blonde hair into a tight bun and shimmies out the short-shorts. She is glad at least this part of her routine remains the same. After the entire town has been ransacked and her house occupied - not to mention her friends were under a curse, things finally quieted down to its usual small-town pace in Bon Temps.
She picks out a fluffy white towel from her clean laundry pile as she heads to her bathroom. She still hasn’t had time to put everything back to the way it was before her house turned into the base for a Maenad. At least her insurance (which Gran made sure Sookie kept up the payments) is covering all the damages with the help of the police’s reports backing her up.
Taking off the last pieces of her undergarments, Sookie turns on the tap for some hot water for her bath. Good thing the handyman came by and fixed the water system earlier; she doesn’t even mind the mess, as long as she gets a hot shower or bath every night. She fills up the bathtub with near-scalding water and slides herself in slowly, letting the water engulf her.
She rubs her shoulders gently, trying to massage herself but fails to with her tiny bathtub obviously lacking the space for her to move. She gives up quiet easily, quickly cleans her hair and herself, drains the tub and wraps herself in the towel she chose before.
It is nearing midnight (she got the earlier shift at Merlotte’s) and luckily, Sookie is only heading back there again in the evening. Finally, some peace and quiet, she realizes. She doesn’t need any more drama in her life at the moment.
Her head whips around so quickly that even she hisses to herself. She’s so sure she heard a creak of the wooden floor coming from downstairs. Moving as fast as she could and careful to step around the half-broken boards, she heads downstairs to see where the noise came from.
It is Eric.
Great.
“I hope you’re not trying to rob me,” Sookie accuses, but with no venom in her voice.
“Hello,” Eric replies, grinning and holding a bottle of Tru Blood in his hand. “I was waiting for you to finish your bath first. So I was entertaining myself until then,” he waves the bottle around to show her what he meant.
The same predatory smile remains on his face as he closes the gap between himself and Sookie. He looks down and whispers. “Or are you disappointed that I didn’t come join you?”
Sookie gasps and backs away. She shakes her head, “No! You’re a pig, Eric.”
He shrugs and pops the cap off, eyes twinkling with mischief. He downs a big gulp and licking his lips carefully, making sure to clean all the blood off left behind with his tongue.
Sookie swallows audibly, eyes fixed at his tongue’s movement on his lips. She tells herself it’s the blood that’s doing this to her. She has never watched Eric this carefully before having a taste of his blood.
He places the now-emptied bottle down on the coffee table. “You need to give in to the desire, Sookie. It’ll make things easier for everyone.”
Sookie shakes her head defiantly. She finds her feet rooted to the ground as Eric advances for the second time. She automatically licks her lips, finding her mouth dry all of a sudden.
It’s the darn blood, she tells herself again.
Eric places his hand on the small of her back as he pulls her in, the other gently tucking under her chin. Her necks cranes up, eyes not sure where to look at - his blazing eyes, his gorgeous lips or his high cheekbones.
In the heat of the moment, Sookie pushes herself up on her tippy-toes and brushes her lips against Eric’s. He growls at the gesture, pulling her close until all she feels is Eric’s chilled body. She gasps as he nips playfully around her mouth but never taking the plunge. Her body is commanding and begging her to let go, to give in. It needs his touch. His touch feels surprisingly hot against her skin as his hand finds its way under her towel but only residing again on the small of her back.
Sookie wraps her legs around Eric’s waist, boosting herself up so they are on even ground. The towel that wrapped around her now forgotten, pooling on the ground. With her neck no longer craning up to meet his mouth, she greedily takes the opportunity to place kisses all around his face and his neck, putting pressure on where his pulse should have been. Her hands cling to the fabric of his shirt, afraid he will let go of her anymore and let her fall to her death.
And the clock strikes twelve.
Her heart leaps as the old family clock in her living room chimes. The reverie breaks with her snapping back to her senses. Eric growls and holds onto her even tighter now. “No,” he says forcefully. “Not this time.”
He kisses her hard on the mouth and pleading for her to let him in. She finds herself swept up in another wave of passion, her body reacting to his eagerness as she allows him entrance. His tongue eagerly explores the cavern of her mouth. Her toes curled in excitement.
She feels, no, she knows she is on fire.
He carries her to the sofa lets her down, following her down and never letting go. She tries to help him gets his black tee off, but he takes her hands, stops her and does it himself at his vampiric speed. The material is gone before she blinks once more. He stops all motion as he looks down at her. It is eerily, she thinks, to see him as motionless as a statue. That part of her is still not used to vampires clearly not breathing - she rather they pretended for her sake. Sookie swallows visibly as she catches the gaze of Eric’s.
Oh Lord. This is happening. This is happening.
He kisses her hard again, now practically lying on top of her but with his long legs fighting for comfort against the sofa. His cold skin for the first time meets her flesh.
“Sookie!” Bill’s voice echoes in the hollow living room. He is already making his way to Eric, grabbing him by the neck and flinging him against the wall. Sookie cringes as her family home takes another beating. She slides off the sofa and creeps over to wrap herself around the towel from the ground. She surprises herself at not freezing at the action but reacting to the action.
Bill holds Eric up by his neck against the floral wall. “What are you doing, Eric? You know she is mine.”
Eric smirks as he stares down on Bill. His feet still touching the ground as the height differential becomes obvious. “I am only letting Sookie know that there are other options. I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Your blood - it poisoned her mind,” Bill lashes out, vampire teeth bearing.
“So did yours, if I remember correctly. But we vampires do have a perfect memory, don’t we?”
Sookie gulps as she watches the two men taunt each other. She knows neither of them can do much to each other considering the venue and the audience. She clutches onto her towel tightly, praying that her face isn’t flushed from arousal or embarrassment. “Enough! I am in no mood for any of this. You two can fight it out elsewhere because my house is going to fall apart further if you keep this up.”
“Sookie,” Bill starts.
“Don’t ‘Sookie’ me, Bill Compton. I should have revoked both of your invitations a long time ago - you,” she glares at Eric, “for trespassing.” She turns to Bill, “and you for barging in for no apparent reason. My life is not always in danger.”
Bill tries again, “But I thought-”
“Out!” Sookie bellows. “Out, out, out!” She points to the front door and dramatically motions towards the door again when neither of the vampires moved. And when they finally do move, both of them glare at one angry angrily, with neither wanting to be the first one out of the house. Eric seems to have snapped out of the pettiness, remembering where he is and whom he is with, as he straightens up to his height and walks out the door gracefully, leaving with a soft “Good night, Sookie”.
Bill follows suit, sulking as usual when Sookie really wishes he’d stopped doing that. He looks at her once more before letting himself out quietly. She lets him close the door for her before rushing over to put the deadbolt on.
She sneezes as a shiver runs down her spine. Fuck.
Sookie walks over to the spot where Eric’s tee laid and picks it up. Clutching tightly onto the dark fabric as she stomps upstairs, she drops the shirt on top of her pile of dirty laundry in her room. She makes a note to herself to do a load of laundry tomorrow before sliding into her bed.