Dead and Dating

Disclaimer: I don't own the Southern Vampires. Sole copyright belongs to Charlaine Harris. I'm poor, please don't sue.

Rating: M for later chapters.

This story occurs after From Dead to Worse

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Lolli, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli, let me see you pop that body.

My hips dipped to the beat of the music. I was completely lost in cleaning the house. It had been weeks since I heard a anything from Eric after he regained his memory. I was determined not to let it get to me.

I hummed along and slid down the wall while twisting my hips in my sexiest move. I had seen the move on a trashy MTV video and I felt sexy doing it. I was so focused on the music that I didn't even hear someone come in.

"Sookie, that's lovely", said the deep voice standing next to me.

I was so startled I nearly fell over. I hadn't heard the tall, blond and hunky vamp/viking walk in.

"ERIC!", I screeched. I was mortified. I finished my wall slide, landing on my butt. Not the most graceful move.

He stood there staring down at me with those big beautiful blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue fitted t-shirt. Even dressed for comfort, Eric Northman, was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

I looked down at my own outfit. I was wearing pink pajama shorts and a white tank top. My long blond hair was pulled up high in a pony-tail. A complete mess, that would be how I described my look.

"What do you want?" I said sourly after I got my wits about me.

"It's time, lover." He said, those beautiful eyes sparkling. He extended his hand down to me to help me up. I swatted it away and stood on my own.

"Time for what?"

"We need to talk"

"Oh no, no no" I stammered, I was not ready for this discussion. I had just this morning resolved to move on with my life.

"Lover, we need to work this out. I won't be tortured any longer." He looked at me with almost a pleading look in his eyes and I felt a wave of sadness come across the bond.

"Eric, What do we have to talk about? You told me you remembered everything, and then chose to not call me for 4 weeks. What do you really need to say at this point?" I tried to maintain my resolve. I knew one glance into those baby blues and it would be over for me.

"I needed to clear my head. Not to mention being busy with the king. He's finally gone back to Vegas." He paused for a minute and then added, "You know, a phone works both ways Sookie" He let his voice trail off. That hurt, and he knew it. I could see the pain in his eyes that mirrored my own.

"What do you want me to say Eric? I love you, there I said it. I don't know why I love you and that scares me. But Eric Northman, I love you." I stared at down at the ground. Twisting the feather duster in between my fingers, hoping he'd let it drop and go away.

"I love you too Sookie."

That was not what I was expecting to hear. He slid his index finger under my chin and lifted it up. He lightly kissed my lips. I jerked away. I would not let him have this power over me.

"Eric..." I paused for a minute then continued, "Just because we love each other doesn't mean this will work. You can't expect me to confess my love and then fall into bed. I want a real relationship. That's something I don't think you can give to me." I slid away from the wall and walked out into the kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink?" I ask politely, no sense in being a bad hostess. My Grandmother would be proud.

"No, Listen Sookie, I can't get you out of my mind. I will give you whatever you want. I just want a chance. If you want dating I can do that. I just can't stand the thought of not being with you. These past 4 weeks have been torture to me." He leaned back against the kitchen counter and braced himself with his hands. This simple motion sent all the muscles in his chest rippling. I felt my knees go a little weak. I fumbled around behind me until I found a chair and plunked down in it.

"I'm serious Sookie." He moved away from the counter and came to kneel in front of me. He grasped my hands in his and ran his thumbs over my knuckles. "I love you, I promise I will make this work. You just have to give me a chance here."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The strong, powerful, viking/vamp Eric Northman was kneeling and begging in front of a simple barmaid. I couldn't hold back the smile coming.

"Okay, one date. Then we see how it goes from there. But I make no promises." I couldn't help but smile when I felt the joy come across our bond.

"I'll be back at 8pm. Be ready, dress nice." There was the Eric I knew, demanding, cocky, and full of himself.

"Uhm, have you looked at me. How about we make it 9pm so I can get showered." Just the mention of the word shower sent shivers down my spine. I remembered a shower we shared, I tried to push it out of my mind. I felt the lust build up. Before I could act on that I was shooing Eric out the door.

"9pm Eric, Not a minute sooner." I stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He slid his hands down to my hips, then ran his finger tips down my thighs. I shivered under his touch.

"I will give you a night you won't soon forget. I promise you that much, my lover." He used his sexiest voice. I just about melted in his arms. He kissed the side of my neck and then before I could regain composure, he was gone.

I sighed and returned to cleaning. But for some reason I just couldn't get into it. I looked at the clock, 6:30pm. I decided to give up on cleaning the house and went to prepare for my date. The butterflies in my stomach would not go away.