A/N: The following "fan fiction" begins sometime after book four. In my story, Sookie has forgiven Bill for his deception with Lorena, and they have reunited. However, there is a significant strain on their relationship, both because of Sookie's willingness to forgive, but not quite forget, and Bill's apparent jealousy over whom Sookie spent her days with while she and Bill were broken up; in this case the godlike Viking vampire, Eric Northman, Bill's boss. All of this, results in an argument that once again finds the two no longer a couple. This chapter starts one week after Bill & Sookie's most recent blowout.

And…(7-7-09) Hey! I just wanted to let everyone know that I didn't acquire a BETA on this story (the wondrous FDM), until about chapter 19 or 20. So you can't blame her for my overuse of contractions and periodic bad grammar, before that.


I woke up in a cool sweat, with a numb feeling I was starting to get used to. I knew I had been asleep for a while, and must have slept hard, judging by the indented lines left on my face by my wrinkled pillowcase. As I looked at the clock, it pained me to realize it was still only the middle of the night. I still had some sleeping ahead of me.

Great, it was going to be a long night, I though, half a second before I felt the telltale sense that I was not alone.

"Sookie," I heard Bill's smooth cool voice. His sexy voice only irked me.

"Ughh, Bill! What the hell are you doing here? You scared the crap out of me! I thought I made it clear that we needed some time apart."

"I am sorry for startling you," he said, pausing, possibly to see what I would do next. "I understand that Sookie, but we need to talk."

The initial rush of just hearing my name roll off of Bill's tongue with that smooth voice was usually all it took for me to conform to his every wish and desire, and to melt into his arms, but last week, we had had a huge fight. A fight which I was sure had marked the end of this roller coaster supernatural relationship, or at least would have caused us to separate for a while. As it was, I had asked him to leave me alone, told him that I was done with the bullshit. The games. The fighting. I thought that meant more than a week.

Apparently not.

"What is it Bill? I said groggily, still very much half asleep. "Have you come to apologize? I don't really want to hear it."

"I'm still not even sure why you're mad at me, Sookie."

"Are you serious Bill? You still don't get it do you?"

"Sookie, I came to talk to you about Eric."

Well, that caught me off guard.

Eric, Bill's boss and Sherriff of Area 5, was a pretty regular part of my life now (not to mention a large part of my fantasies, based on actual occurrences, when he hid out at my house for a short time during his witch inflicted bout with amnesia…a time he still doesn't remember to this day), and I was constantly doing something to help aid the causes of Area 5, for a group of vampires I no doubt would be regarded as nothing more than a bloodbag, if not for my special, abilities.

"That's why you're here? For Eric? What is it now? What does the all mighty Sheriff require of me this time?"

He paused before saying, "It is not what he requires, It is…what I require."

"What you require?"

"Er, rather, a request."

"And what would that be?" I asked with a now not so subtle angry attitude; sitting fully upright in my bed now, and wondering why once again, one of our fights had transitioned into another 'vampire favor'. I was sure I would forever be entangled with the supernatural at this point in my life; and it had all started with Bill Compton.

"So you're not here to apologize, and you're not here to talk about our fight. What is it you 'require'then?" I said motioning my hand in the air for him to spit it out.

"I would like for you to stop seeing Eric, at least in a personal sense."

Um, didn't see that one coming.

I couldn't help the ridiculous, half cocked grin from forming, I was that sure he might have been joking. He wasn't. "I'm not sure what that means Bill, but I'm fairly sure it's none of your business."

"Sookie," he paused for a moment. "I can't bear it. I can't stand the thought of him with his hands on you, his lips on yours, his…" He paused again.

My jealous vampire.

Apparently the time Eric spent here with me was not as secret as I had hoped.

"Bill, I'm not seeing Eric, or at least not in the way you seem to think I am. And even if I was, WE BROKE UP!" I said losing the last morsel of patience I had left after our last quarrel. "It's really not your concern anymore."

Bill turned away from me for a moment. Had he been human, this is where he might have blushed with embarrassment or at least anger, but he wasn't human. I was forever being reminded of that fact, not that I could forget. Not that that wasn't the reason I was attracted to Bill that first night he came into Merlotte's, but so much had happened since that night; lies, deception…murder, on both of our hands (self defense or not, the memories were forever etched into my human brain).

"Bill, what is happening here? What do you want from me?"

He stared at me, and I sensed brutal honesty in his blue eyes. Something I didn't always detect in him. "You Sookie. I just want you."

I swallowed, choking back the tears I could feel trying to break through. "I wanted you too, I still…" I trailed off.

He turned to face me, grabbing my shoulders softly, pulling me toward him. "So this could still work, we might still be able to…"

"Bill. Stop…" But I couldn't argue with those eyes. That face. That hair. Those hands. That body. During the span of our relationship, anytime we separated, each moment that Bill and I had been apart, regardless of the circumstances, I longed for him. I ached for every part of his being. I was sure now that he had too. Even now, after I was sure we had had our last fight, our last try to make it work, I was being drawn into a hole I was somehow never able to get all the way out of.


And with that, his lips were on mine; his cool lips which only a week ago, in the moments leading up to our fight, were kissing me with animosity and anger, were now kissing me with unbridled passion and lust. Bill reached around and unzipped my night gown while I clamped one hand around the back of his head, and the other to unbutton his pants.

Why couldn't I just resist him? I knew I couldn't be glamoured by vampires but Bill, I sometimes suspected had his own way of making me forget our issues and focus on the act of love making. And he was so easy to make love to.

He had the zipper down, and pulled my nightgown up over my head and threw it on the floor. I had nearly gotten his pants off at the same time when he suddenly picked me up and readjusted me on the bed, hovering over me momentarily and staring up and down the length of my body, before stopping to look me in the eyes. Before I could react, his mouth found my breast, and his fingers found the warmth of another spot and entered me eagerly.

He was calm and collected, but I could still sense the feeling of hunger in him as he replaced his fingers with his stiffness. And he was suddenly rough with it, his pent up desire suddenly unleashed.

"Bill…oh…my…" I couldn't form the words. There were no words for what I was feeling then. Within what had to be less than thirty seconds, my panting and his prodding had turned into one of the fastest and strongest orgasms of my life.

"We're just getting started," he practically growled at me while he kissed up and down my neck, trailing down once again to my breasts.

One week away and this man was hungrier for me than I had ever seen him. As I was recovering from the sudden pleasure of what had just happened, he picked me up again, this time flipping me over and immediately entering me from behind. I could hear his fangs retract, and I was barely ready for it.

He grabbed me hard by my shoulders sinking his fangs into the soft pocket between my shoulder and my neck, all the while holding himself inside me with earnest.

The pain of the puncture seared for just a second, and then I was lost in the moment once again, having another orgasm I was sure was more powerful than the last. And with my release came Bill's. He thrust powerfully in and out of me several more times, grunting each time, draining everything he had, before collapsing beside me, and panting in the human way he knew I loved. Mine was of course naturally uncontrollable.

We stayed still staring up at the ceiling for several minutes before Bill rolled over in my direction, propping himself up on his elbow next to me.

"You are wonderful Sookie. You never cease to amaze me. Your beautiful body, your eagerness to—" I stopped him.

"Bill, what are we doing?"

"Well, I recall you just having what seemed to be two of the most powerful orgasms you've ever had with me," he said coolly, with one eyebrow raised and a coy smile forming on one side of his mouth. "And I was fairly sure you were now recovering in a blissful state, as I was."

"Well, yes," and there was no denying what our bodies had just experienced as a whole but, it was our minds, and our future I was now concerned with. "I'm not arguing that, but...I think you know what I was referring to."

"Sookie, I don't know." He paused. "I just know that I love you. I love you more than my words can describe. I hate that we have these fights. I hate separating from you before the sun comes each morning, let alone for days or even weeks at a time. I hate that you say you've forgiven me, all the while harboring some form of resentment for…" He stopped.

After all this time of wondering if Bill was capable of the proper communication that normal relationships required, my vampire was finally speaking openly with his feelings.

But I had to stop him.

"Bill, I don't harbor resentment for what happened, I told you I've forgiven you. I understand now that you were protecting me. As hard as that was for me to accept, I get it."

"Yes but what you say, and how you act are contradicting Sookie." He moved slightly away from me now, his fists clenched beside him, his face turned half away from me, as if he was trying to find his next phrase. "I can see it when you look at me. I can feel it when you touch me."

"Bill, I don't know what you want from me. I mean you come here after a fight that I thought ended this…this relationship, and you ask me to stop seeing Eric? Eric, whom I have no choice but to see when he requires my unique services? I don't get it Bill. What isgoing on here?"

And before he could answer, there was a knock at my front door.