I do not hold copyright over any of the characters in this story. They came from the mind of Charlaine Harris and can be seen on HBO in Trueblood. This follows the novels more so than the show, although it should still be entertaining for those completely unfamiliar with the Sookie Stackhouse books. This is my first story, so I would really appreciate feedback. Enjoy!
Eric had summoned me to Fangtasia. This wasn't the first time I'd been ordered to go to the vampire bar down in Shreveport, nor would it be the last, but I always felt like a school girl in trouble when I was officially summoned. Especially in light of what had happened between Eric and me last year. While Eric was under the spell of a witch, he had lost all memory of who he was, and I protected him for a few days. There had always been sexual tension between Eric and me when he was his normal powerful self, but for some reason I found his naïve counterpart irresistible. I yielded to my carnal desire of him, and now I couldn't get in the shower or look at my kitchen table without turning into a giggling horny mess.
Just knowing I would be in the same room with him still sent shivers down my spine, and to other places a polite lady doesn't mention in public. When I walked in the bar, I saw him slowly casting his eyes over the pathetic excuses of existence he had for patrons. When he finally caught sight of me in the crowd wearing my work uniform of black shorts and scooped neck Merlotte's shirt, the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. He beckoned me over with his finger. His eyes lingered upon me, rendering me even more flustered, but I slowly wormed my way through the vampires, fangbangers (vampire groupies), and tourists over to his makeshift throne.
Forgetting his manners, if he ever had any to begin with, he sniffed the air, and the smirk turned into an outright grin of delight. "Why Sookie," he said huskily, "you smell all excited!" Apparently, I left my manners back in Bon Temps, because without a word I turned and fled to the bathroom, my blush deepening the whole way. I pushed open the door, and faster than the blink of an eye, Eric had sped into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and was ripping off his shirt while simultaneously blocking my way into the stall. I was more than slightly flustered at the rapid progression of events and tried to figure out what to do in this situation. On one hand, things had been very awkward with Eric since his return to normalcy. On the other, staring at his magnificent bare chest and remembering those fleeting days with innocent Eric in my home, my brain seemed to be taking a backseat to my hormones. Perhaps it was even all the way back in Bon Temps with my manners.
He leered at me as though I was a delicious piece of meat, licked his lips to show off the arousal from multiple parts of his body, and that was it. I pounced on him like a lion attacking a gazelle. He staggered backwards out of sheer surprise at my launch onto him, but his arms had no trouble holding me up. I locked my feet together behind his back and kissed him as though my life depended on it. Our tongues caressed while my hands roamed his broad shoulders.
His hands were keeping busy as well, with the left one supporting my ass and the right making its way up the back of my shirt. Centuries of experience with far more complicated female undergarments led to the swift undoing of my bra. Our lips halted their assault only long enough to remove the clothes covering the upper half of my body. With renewed gusto, our lips reconnected as my breasts smashed against his chest. I ran my right hand through his snow blonde hair as he slipped his hand under my shorts.
The anticipation was building to unbearable extremes when someone pounded on the door. I was so in the moment I had completely forgotten we were in the bathroom. I looked into his steely blue eyes as I gave him one last kiss before attempting to disentangle myself from his gorgeous body. He had other ideas. He gathered our shredded and discarded clothes and pulled me even closer than I thought was possible. In a flash, we were out of the bathroom and into his office, which conveniently had a big leather couch.
For the second time that night, he locked the door to allow us some privacy. He slowly lowered me onto the couch and began tracing the contours of my body with his tongue, starting at the top and working his way down. His lips paused on my left ear lobe, and he slowly nibbled his way to my collarbone. There, he sank his fangs in and drank from my body, causing little waves of pleasure to ripple though my entirety. After a final lick on my neck, he made a slight detour to my mouth before continuing his trail southward. While his lips settled on my left breast, his free hand was circling my other nipple with icy fingers, heightening its peak. He made sure to pay equal attention to both breasts before deciding his hands had more important things to do, such as removing the remainder of my clothes.
As I lay there naked on the couch, he resumed his quest of kissing his way to my core, but this time he started at the inside of my leg. Even I could feel the blood pumping through my body, so it came as no surprise when Eric flicked his tongue over my pulsating thigh. Again, he sank in his fangs, and this time a scream mingled with hints of a moan erupted from my mouth. I felt I would die if my sexual frustration wasn't quenched soon. As if he could hear my thoughts, his mouth left my thigh and settled into the valley between my legs.
The first lick was surprisingly warm considering it came from a vampire's tongue. My blood was still fresh on it as other fluids began to flow freely from my body. Like a hungry kitten in front of a bowl of cream, he lapped at everything in sight. All that had been building up from the passionate make-out session and the two bites of the evening erupted within me. Coming down from my orgasm, I looked between my legs at those two blue eyes staring back at me. He eventually stopped licking and went back to making little pecks along my inner thighs as my spasms slowly abated.
