All characters are property of Charlaine Harris & HBO, but I reserve the right to add my own, in the future.

My fic starts after Book 9 and is based from the novels and the HBO series. Some of the characters will be OOC at some point.

I want to thank SouthernLady23 for taking on the task as my beta, you are awesome! Thyra10, BonTempsBaby, DeeDeeINFJ, Nachtperle, peppermintyrose, Janofarc, EricFancier and Suki59 for all their helpful input.

Chapter 1

Sookie's POV

After two days, Niall came to see me. I was battered and bruised, but on the mend. I had small dents in my legs left from where my flesh had been torn from the bone. I was almost healed, except for a little bruising left on my legs, arms and torso. Eric gave me a lot of his blood, so I healed pretty quickly. After being kidnapped and tortured during the Fae war, I knew, I would, never be the same.

"My child, I am going to close the portal." Niall looked conflicted and there was much grief in his eyes.

"Doesn't that mean we won't ever see each other again?" He nodded, so I continued. "But, why would you do that? Then Claudine's death and my will all be a waste and done for nothing, if you give into what Brendan wanted! You fought to live your life among humans, how could you just give that all up? Don't you want to still visit me? And, I know you love me. So, don't do this! I still need you!" I was getting angered and more distraught by the moment. How could he do this after all I have been through because of him?!

"All right my child, please calm down. I won't close the portal...for now. However, if anything seems amiss and I feel your life is in peril, I will close the portal and we will never see each other again. I love you too much, and will not allow you to be injured again because of me."

Upon seeing the terse look on my face, he added, "Although, I will visit you before I do so."

I only gave him a curt nod with a lot of sadness and longing in my eyes.

"Now," he said, "on a happier note. I suggest you rest, and all will soon be well. I hope you know, I will always be here for you; if you need me - never hesitate to call."

"Yes, great-grandfather." I paused for a moment, "Niall, could you please do me a favor?"

"Anything, Blood of my blood."

"Since Tray was murdered, Amelia has been an emotional wreck, as I'm sure you can understand...Would you please do something to help calm her, and help her come to terms with his death? I feel so responsible, because he was helping protect me."

"Great grand-daughter, you have nothing to feel guilty about. He was doing his duty and you are a friend of the pack, are you not?"

I nodded. "Well, because he was helping the Packmaster, he was ordered to do it, and I know he would not regret it; I know you two were good friends. Nonetheless, what you ask will be done."

Suddenly, a small vial appeared in his hand. "Give her this to drink, it will do as you asked and always remember, I will be here when you need me. I will come to check on you again very soon. There are matters which need my attention, since I am the only Fairy Prince left. I love you, great grand-daughter, and one more thing. I believe the Viking is in love with you."

His statement threw me for a loop, and before I could come out of my stupor and ask how he could possibly know this, he popped away. Why do supes always make earth shattering statements, then disappear? I hate that! Then it registered.

What? Eric? In love with me? It couldn't be! Mr. High-Handed and Arrogant 2010? I know he couldn't be in Could he? I put the thought away for later contemplation.

I got up from the sofa, walked in the kitchen, and made myself a cup of coffee. When I sat at the table, sipping on my favorite beverage, my treasonous mind flashed back to what Eric and I did on that very table, and I got that tingly sensation down below.

Jeez, get it together Stackhouse! This is not the time! I mentally slapped myself to come me back to reality. Meanwhile, I heard Amelia coming down the stairs. I noticed her eyes were almost swollen shut from crying, as she sat at the table.

"Hey roomie," I said affectionately. "You feeling better? There's some coffee left, and I have something for you."

She looked at me sadly, said she felt better, but didn't sound very convincing. However, she did ask me what I had for her. I told her Niall gave me something to help her with her grief, and I showed her the vial.

"I don't know if I want anything, Sookie. I kinda just want to be left alone."

"I understand how you feel, Amelia. I lost my Gran too, and she was the most important person in the world to me, but I wish I had had something to help me deal with the hurt and pain. You know how I feel about the situation, with Tray protecting me." Then I saw the tears starting to well up in her eyes again, but I had to continue. "Here," I handed her the vial, "it'll make you feel better."

"Sookie, you know I don't blame you for what happened; I know Tray was just doing his job. So, if it will make you feel better, I'll take it." She opened the top, gulped it down and I immediately saw a relaxed expression on her face.

"So, how do you feel, Amelia? Any better now?" I prayed to God that it worked. It would make me feel a little better, and I knew the poor girl needed some peace.

"Well, I do seem to feel a little better. It's kind of like the rip in my heart is slowly being stitched back together."

"Good, now go lie down, and I'll check on you later. Okay?"


She got up and went back upstairs. I made sure to listen for a while and I guessed it worked, since I didn't hear her crying anymore.

I got up from the table, after I finished my coffee, and started on the dishes. After I finished, I cleaned the living room and then called Sam.

"Merlotte's." His voice was like sunshine on a cloudy day.

"Hey, Sam, its Sookie. How are you? I was just calling to keep in touch. I hadn't spoken to you in a few days."

"Hey, Cher, everything is going fine. Don't worry about me, I'm just dandy. How are you and Amelia?"

"Well, I'm still sore, nothing a few pain killers won't help, but I'll live." I said a silent prayer thanking God. "Amelia is getting better, she was crying this morning, but Niall came to see me today and gave me something to make her relax."

"Well, do y'all need anything, Sookie? I can bring it to you, now, if need be."

"No, we're fine right now, and, Sam?"

"Yeah, Cher?"

"Thanks for being there for me, and for being such a good friend." You could hear the smile on his face.

"You're very welcome Sookie, and if you need something, you better call me, understand?"

"I will, Sam, and you don't have to act like my parent, either!"

He just chuckled. "Okay, sorry. Bye, Cher."

"Bye, Sam." I cradled the phone a bit, before I hung up the receiver. It felt good to hear his voice again. He'd been my boss and friend for some years now and cared a lot about me. Maybe a little too much about me, but I wouldn't trade him for the world. I just hoped one day he would find him a good woman to settle down with.

My side started to throb a little from all the cleaning, so I decided to take a couple of pills and lie down.

The next thing I knew, I was dreaming about Eric. He was lying in my bed with me, we were holding each other, and he was telling and showing me just how much I meant to him. This dream was so real, I could actually feel his body beside me. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Eric."

"Yes, my Sookie?" His voice sounded to close so my ear. This couldn't just be a dream.

My eyes flew open! "Eric! What are you doing here? You can't just get in my bed whenever you feel like it!" It really felt good to have him there, but I'd never tell him that. His ego was big enough.

"I just came to check on you, my Lover. However, you looked so serene lying there, I did not want to wake you." He had a devilish gleam in his eyes and was sporting a big smirk.

Damn, how can anyone look that good? "I appreciate you looking after me and all, but that still doesn't excuse you from jumping in bed with me whenever you feel like it! What time is it anyway? Shouldn't you be enthralling your vermin on your high and mighty throne?" I tried to look angry, but it was just so hard when he looked at me that way.

"First of all, my love, I didn't jump in bed with you - I laid down. Secondly, it is 7 in the evening, and thirdly, Pam will be enthralling the vermin until we get there."

I didn't miss the "we" part, but decided to ignore it.

"Also, they are not my vermin and don't worry about my throne; I will get you in it with me soon enough." When he said that, one of his eyebrows eased up.

How the hell can he get me aroused by making his eyebrows move? Damn him! "Eric, I think we need to go to the living room." I might still be recovering, but I am still a woman, a young woman, with hormones - raging hormones. Plus, I hadn't had sex since the night Bill and Quinn knocked me unconscious and yep, it was with Eric. So, to stop myself from jumping his bones, we NEEDED to go to the living room.

"Why, dear heart? Do you not trust yourself in bed with me?"

I thought I was the telepath here? "Don't flatter yourself, Viking. I just need some coffee, and I want to watch the news. Would you like a Blood?"

"Oh, my bonded. My bullshit meter is reading a false, but I will do as you ask, and yes I will take a Blood."

"I have to go the bathroom, so go make yourself comfortable on the sofa."

When I came out, after brushing my teeth and using the facilities, Mr. January was sprawled out across the sofa. I just rolled my eyes at him and went to the kitchen to make my coffee and warm him up a Blood. After a few seconds, I pulled it out the microwave, shook it, and handed it to him. He turned the TV on to channel KSLA-12 news and started watching it, while my coffee finished percolating. I poured myself a cup and headed back toward the sofa; he moved his feet and I sat down beside him.

The news anchor was reporting something about a lot of earthquakes near Baton Rouge, along the Ark-La-Tex Shale, and the same thing had happened in Cleburne, Texas.

How strange. I hope that doesn't happen here.

Although we couldn't feel them, the anchor stated the quakes had been ranging from 2.0 to 3.0 on the Richter Scale. There could be a major catastrophe, like in Haiti if we got hit with a 7.0. I was deep in thought, when the classic Tootsie Pop commercial came on with the owl. Hmm, I wonder how many licks it would take Mr. Candy Licker, to get to the center of my tootsie pop?

"So, how was your day, lover? I hope you were well and did not overexert yourself today." He actually sounded interested.

"Well, it was okay. I talked to Niall"...I then remembered what my great-grandfather said about Eric. After a few seconds enjoying that thought, I continued...."and he came to see how I was doing. He also gave me something to help with Amelia. Then I called Sam," I saw his eyes narrow a little but didn't say anything, "to see how he was doing, and after we hung up, I took my medicine then laid down. That was when I had a wonderful dream, but was awakened by some A-hole lying next to me, in my bed, doing God knows what, while I was sleeping nonetheless!"

He flashed a grin and said, "I 'm sure that was a wonderful dream, but what was this unknown assailant doing to you in your bed? Was he loving you like you should be loved? Caressing you? Pleasing you?"

Damn that sexy voice! It was dripping with lust and I could tell from our bond how much he desired me.

I snorted, "I should be so lucky." He looked as surprised as I was. There was fire in his eyes, and they were filled with something I could not determine, then, his mouth was on mine. I tried to pull back, but his hands were on my back, and I was pinned to him. Our tongues were at war with each other - jockeying for position. He stuck his tongue so far down my throat, I swear he was touching my tonsils. He only stopped because he knew I needed air. This was my chance to gain back some self-control .

"I'm sorry, Eric. I don't know what came over me, or why I said that." I was trying my best to not sound winded, but it wasn't working.

"Never be sorry for telling me how you feel. I care for you, Sookie. I am not accustomed to the emotions I am having for you and I am having a difficult time dealing with them." He really looked sincere. "When I am away from you, I long to be with you, and when I am with you, such as now, I want to hold you, make you feel secure, and fuck you until you scream."

Well, that brought me up short. I didn't have a comeback for that one. While I was trying to figure out what to say, Amelia came downstairs.

"Hey roomie!" I tried to steady my voice but damn, that man can kiss!

"Hey roomie. Hey Eric."

"Witch." He nodded.

She sounded better, that's for sure. "How ya feelin'? Better? You sound like it. If you want something to eat, I can make you something."

After sitting down in the armchair she answered me. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little better, and I actually do have an appetite now."

"Well, let me go get something started for you." However, when I tried to stand, Eric pulled me back down and said he would order us something and have it delivered. So, while he made his call, Amelia and I talked a little. About 45 minutes later, Pam arrived with 2 plates of Chicken Cordon Bleu, with carrots and Parmesan pasta for me and Amelia, and 2 Bloods for her and Eric. We ate it all.

"Man, that was good. Thanks Pam. Thank you Eric."

"Anything for you, lover."

"Yeah, thank you both. That was delicious," Amelia said. She then walked to the kitchen with the trash. She threw it all away and came back into the living room to sit on the loveseat beside Pam. She pulled my 'hideous quilt' as Eric once called it, off the back and Pam spread it across her.

"Lover, would you like to come to Fangtasia with me tonight? I have matters to attend to, and I would like you to accompany me. Pam, you are dismissed. I will be there shortly."

"Yes, Master. Travel well. Sookie, I will see you in a bit." She kissed Amelia on the lips and was gone.

"Eric, I really should stay here with Amelia; she might need me."

"Sookie, you can go with your Viking. I'll watch TV for a while, then turn in for the night. I'll be fine."

She did look pretty exhausted. "All right but if you need me, you know I'm only a call away?" With that I decided to start getting ready.

I got up, went to my room and pulled out a cranberry colored, off the shoulder cashmere sweater which stopped right above my navel. I also took out a pair of shimmery black "skinny" jeans which hugged my curves and my black heels, and draped the clothes across the chair. I went to the bathroom, stripped down, took a quick shower, and walked back in the room with my towel covering me. Ever the opportunist, I should have known Eric would've been in my room, sitting on my bed.

"Eric! What did I tell you about coming into my room? You have no respect for my privacy!"

"My dear Sookie, I have not come in your room for a while now and I thought I might try to remedy that as soon as possible."

The way he said come, made me blush, and the sex in his voice, felt like silk and satin sliding across my body. I wanted to bathe in it.

"Eric, stop talking to me like that!" I really didn't want him to stop, but my southern upbringing forced me to say the moral thing, though I knew how immoral Eric was.

Thinking very devious thoughts I asked him, "Eric, would you please look in my dresser and hand me a bra and panty set?" The look on his face was priceless! Oh, how I wanted to fuck him. He looked like he was eating me alive! Shit! If eating pussy was an Olympic Sport, he would bring home the Gold every 4 years! He had a tongue that just wouldn't quit, and I loved it!

He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a blood red (pun intended) strapless bra (size D, thank you very kindly), along with the matching thongs. I walked over to him, took it from his hands, turned around towards the bathroom and before you could say 'lickety-split,' Oh, how I wish! he was in front of me.

"Where are you going, dear one? You do not have to change in there."

"Eric, Amelia is in the living room and I know what you'll try to do to me if I change in front of you."

"Nothing you do not want to, my love. He was right about that! He continued,"I have seen every inch of you, so you do not have to be embarrassed of changing in front of me. I would not be ashamed to show you my body. In fact, I would love to show it to you right now."

His words and glaring eyes made me so wet, I thought I pissed myself. I knew he could smell my arousal, and even though I was on the mend, it didn't mean my hormones wouldn't work. I had been thinking about having sex with Eric a lot those last few days and my body's just response showed it. I knew it was partly because of the bond, but the other part was all Sookie Stackhouse - plain and simple. What the hell, I might as well take the plunge, so I stepped back half a step and...

I dropped the towel. Silence. I swear you could have heard a pin drop.

He was on me then, like white on rice. He ran one hand up and down my arm, put the other hand behind my head, and pulled my face closer to his, pressing his cool lips on mine. He sucked on my bottom lip, then his wet tongue snaked out and parted my lips. He tasted like almonds, and his scent was intoxicating! Our tongues were battling once again, but this time I didn't know if we would stop. He pulled me so close to him, air couldn't get through our bodies! My naked breasts were pressed up against his green t-shirt and my pelvis was pressed up against his black jeans, while his gracious plenty saluted. Oh, my, God! That thing was rock hard! It only intensified my need and longing for him. Then, somehow, the undies in my hand fell to the floor, and my hands ended up on that glorious butt of his. I squeezed it for all it was worth.

If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn he needed to breathe, as labored as the words came out of his sexy lips. "Lover, you shouldn't play with me like this. I want to fuck the shit out of you right now, but I do not want to injure you more."

Before I could say anything, I was lifted from the floor and laid on the bed.

"Your body is so beautiful, so sensual. Your curves and tits make my dick so hard, it's painful, and there is nothing more I want to do than give you pleasure."

He pulled up my left leg, then the right, while softly caressing them with his enormous hands. I thought I saw a flash of rage and hatred in his eyes. I could be wrong though, so I just dismissed it. He just said he didn't want to injure me, so I was sure that's what that look was about. He looked down at my legs. His eyes slowly made their way up to my face. Since I knew he liked it, I stared into his eyes. I was captured in them, it was almost like I was glamored. The next thing I knew, his head was between my legs, and that probing tongue of his had gone on a mission.

"Oh, Eric. Ahhhhhhhhh, that feels so good!" I knew I needed to keep quiet because Amelia was in the next room, but he felt so good!

"Yes, lover, and when you get well enough, you shall have more than just my tongue."

I tell you, his tongue was a force to be reckoned with! It flicked, licked and did some crazy moves where it folded itself into my pussy, all the while going in and out of me as I watched. It felt so good! I missed his body so much and I just hadn't realized it until then.

"Mmmmmmm. You taste so good, lover. I could eat your pussy at least 5 times a day, unfortunately, I would probably never get any work done."

Then his head disappeared and he was back at it again and this time his lips joined in. His tongue found my clit and flicked it while his lips sucked it like a vacuum. He sucked, licked, flicked, pulled, and nibbled at my hard nub. I jerked a little when he blew on it.

Jesus Christ Shepard of Judea! How did this man make me feel this way? He blew on it again, then started to move his mouth and tongue down the entire length of my nether regions - from the top of my clit all the way to my butt hole. His head was going up and down so much, he looked like he was bobbing for apples, or maybe a cherry?

"Oh, Oh, Oh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Eric. Sssssssss. Yes, more, more! Please don't stop!"

His mouth started moving faster and faster. I couldn't keep still! My hips were bucking and begging him to fuck me. Now!

"Please Eric, I want to feel you inside me! Please fuck me!"

"As you wish, Lover." Then two fingers slid up in me. I let out a growl which surprised even me, although I was a little disappointed it wasn't his dick. My Viking knew I wanted his hardness rammed up in me, but he chose to ignore my pleas and kept eating me, like I was his flavor of the day.

I was at the brink of exploding and he knew it too. "Oh, Eric, I'm going to come!"

"Come for me Sookie. That is what I want you to do! You need to, so that you may relax."

I felt that tingly and warm sensation down below that signified I was at the crest of the mountain, but not fully at the peak. Then... nothing.

I didn't know what to make of that. I immediately got this turbid feeling. What just happened? I knew I was just about to climax. Why didn't I?

Eric lifted his head, his mouth glistening with all my juices.

"What is wrong, lover? Did I make you uncomfortable in some way?" He suddenly sat up to look me in the eye, as he licked his lips clean.

"No, baby. I'm fine with what you did. I'm just not sure I'm fine with what I did, or didn't." He really looked confused then.

"I do not understand, love."

Yep, just like I thought.

"Eric, I don't know how to say this." I searched my mind because I didn't know how to break it to him. Hell, I didn't know how to break it to myself! What the hell was wrong with me? I had never been with Eric and not had an orgasm. Eric and orgasm went together like ice cream and cake. You couldn't have one without the other. Yet here we were. "Eric," I blushed, "I didn't have an orgasm. I don't know what happened? I was almost there and it just...just...went away." I wanted to continue looking into those deep, blue eyes, but I was too ashamed. I dropped my head and looked at the bed.

"Look at me, dear one. Do not be embarrassed. I can tell by our bond that you are feeling this way"...

Damned blood bond!

He continued, "But there is nothing to be embarrassed about." He put his hand under my chin and pushed my head up. "Please, look at me Sookie."

He sounded so concerned, it reminded me of the time he spent with me when he was amnesiac Eric. I brought my eyes to meet his.

"You have been through a very traumatic experience. Please understand I am not upset with you and you should never be embarrassed with me. I care greatly for you and will do all I can to make you more comfortable. I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything you are unsure of, or not at ease with. In fact, we will not mate at all, until you are fully healed."

"NO!" A corner of his mouth turned up as I shouted. I'm glad he was so amused.

"What I mean is, I don't think that would be wise, Eric. I won't let what happened to me, cripple my life. We will keep trying. I'm not a quitter, plus I don't want one of your fangbangers to start enticing you," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Lover, no one, especially the lowly vermin in Fangtasia, would ever entice me, anymore. How could I want anyone other than you?" He wiggled that delectable eyebrow and a smirk started forming at the corner of his mouth.

I blinked and suddenly my bra set was in his hands. I took it from him and went to the bathroom. I slipped on my under things, put on a little make up, and twisted my hair in a bun. When I came out, my very own personal sex god was sitting in the chair. I walked to the bed while he fixed his eyes on me, well, I should say my tits, and poured myself into my jeans. Then, put on my sweater shirt, and pulled it a little off my shoulders. Last but not least, I slid in my heels.

"Well, are you ready to go, Mr. Northman?" I asked, with a big smile on my face.

"Yes, Ms. Stackhouse."

Damn, I love that man! What? Wait? Did I just say I love him? I definitely needed to put that away for further analysis.

He put his arm around my waist, and we walked into the living room together. We said goodbye to Amelia, and walked out to door.

"Do you think she heard us?" I was as red as a beet.

"I am sure she heard you, my sweet one."

He opened my door for me and instead of holding my hand to help me sit down, he grabbed my butt cheeks and lowered me on to the seat of his car.

That Viking, got to love him! What the hell is wrong with me? Did I just say the 'L' word again?

He walked around to his side of the Corvette, turned the ignition, and we were off.

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