Yup, this is a new story! But, not to worry! It's already complete, and I'm going to be updating it every day for 6 days... cause that's how many chapters it is, lol. The awesome ladies were talking on twitter one day, and somehow we got on the subject of PWP stories, and then promiscuous pilots and fuckhot delivery men were born. This was supposed to be pure PWP, but, since I'm me, a plot snuck it's ass in there.

So, thank you to the awesome women of twitter, who've been teased relentlessly with this story, and giggled madly at it.

Props to Sunkisz who just beta'd the entire thing tonight after I sprung the job on her, making it possible for me to update daily. She's the Piglet to my Pooh, and I heart her so much :)

Lastly, thank you to this fandom! The Support Stacie auction is now over, and the SVM community alone raised over three thousand dollars for Stacie. You all rock so freaking much!

Chapter 1: Special Delivery

Online shopping.

What woman with a debit or credit card doesn't have this obsession? When the package comes in it's like getting a Christmas present. It's even better when it's a long shipping time. You forget you ever ordered anything and you'll be having a bad day, and then it's like the karma gods are smiling down on you. You get a lovely present that fits you perfectly because… well… you picked it out yourself.

The best part of online shopping is always the delivery, but only if your delivery man is as good looking as mine. I was already a whore of an online shopper when I got my first delivery from him.


It was the middle of one of the hottest parts of the Louisiana summer. So hot and humid, I was sure it was getting to me and I was seeing things when I opened the door to find a Greek god towering over me. The normal guy was a squat, old man.

"Hi," I said quietly, blushing when he smirked down at me. I was wearing a very, very short pair of cutoff jean shorts and a bikini top under a thin tank top that I'd only thrown on when I heard the delivery truck pull up the drive.

The first thing I noticed about the man, other than his insane height, was the fact that he had beautiful blue eyes. The next thing I noticed was his hair, which I knew was long because it was pulled back into a knot at the base of his neck. Then I noticed his attire. God bless the UPS company and their insane dress code. Because of the heat, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a sweat-moistened chest with just the right amount hair. I actually licked my lips as my eyes followed a fresh droplet of sweat as it rolled from his neck down into his shirt. I completely forgot my manners, and my eyes kept traveling downward. His shirt was clinging to his muscular torso, and tucked into a pair of just-tight-enough shorts, which revealed that he was most likely very proportional.

"Hello," he said, and my eyes snapped back up to his. My blush deepened at the look in his eyes. He'd clearly noticed me checking him out.

"You look hot," I blurted nervously, and immediately cringed. The delivery man chuckled, and the rumble of the noise came from deep in his throat. "I meant the weather is making you hot," I said, and cringed again.

"Of course," he smiled, and then held a package out for me to take.

"Thank you," I said, and as I took it from him I used the opportunity to check out his hands. They were also proportional.

He pulled out his electronic tablet and punched a few things into it before turning it to me and handing me the stylus.

"I need your signature," he instructed.

I signed my name into the machine; a bit confused as to why I was signing for something I bought from Amazon.

"Sookie Stackhouse, huh? That's an interesting name," he smiled.

Ahh, that was why. Clever way to find out a girl's name, though he could have just looked at the label on the box. Or perhaps he assumed more than one person lived in the house and wanted to make sure I was Sookie.

"It is," I agreed. "And you are?"

"Eric. Eric Northman, your UPS delivery man," he said, waiting to shake my hand until I offered it like a true gentleman.

"Good to know," I replied.

"I hope I have to come here more often," he said.

"I hope so too."

"You have a nice day, Sookie," he said, and then left.

As soon as the truck was out of sight, I tossed my package on the kitchen table and ran for the computer so I could buy something else. I justified my purchases as things I'd been meaning to get for a while, and when the checkout came, I selected faster shipping.

Three days later it was still scorching outside, and I was better prepared for the visit by having some ice cold lemonade ready. I was also wearing a thin dress, and no panties… Can't really blame me though. It had been almost two years without sex. That's a long time to go without.

The sound of the delivery truck coming up the drive actually got me excited. That wasn't healthy, was it? The knock on the door got me even more excited. I opened it to the same Greek god as before, and he looked just as hot and real as he was before.

"Well fancy seeing you again so soon," he said with a smirk, handing over my package.

I tossed it onto the counter next to the door. "You look like you could use something to drink."

"I could go for something to quench my thirst," he agreed.

"Do you have time for a quickie? I mean, a quick drink."

"I always have time for a quick drink," he said.

"Good thing I have some fresh lemonade then. Please, come in," I said, and gestured for him to come into the house.

He followed me to the kitchen were I made a show of bending over really far to reach the pitcher of lemonade that I'd put in the back of the fridge. From the look on his face when I came back up to fill the glasses, I'd guess he discovered what wasn't under my dress.

He downed the glass I handed him in a few strong gulps, his eyes never leaving mine. As soon as he finished he set the glass down, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes raked up and down my body, and in a matter of seconds he was pressing me into the counter as he kissed me.

His lips moved skillfully against my own, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I could taste the sweet tartness of the lemonade he'd just drank. I felt his hands on my waist, and then I was being lifted onto the counter. My legs opened so he could get close to me, and as soon as he was, I wrapped them around his waist. I breathed him in, loving that he didn't have body odor issues despite all the sweat from the heat.

He broke away from me suddenly, and spoke quickly.

"You have to tell me that you want this. I won't do anything you don't want," he said seriously.

"I want everything, I promise," I replied, and his lips pressed against mine again.

Eric showed me that his large hands were good for more than just carrying big packages. They were everywhere, and left a burning trail over every bit of skin they touched. I moaned into his mouth when he ran his thumbs across my nipples, and reached my hands down to squeeze healthy handfuls of his tight ass. He groaned and pressed himself against me.

After massaging his ass for a minute, I brought my hands up and threaded them into his hair, pulling it out of its knot in the process. He trailed his kisses down to my neck, and then on to my cleavage. He used both hands to pull my dress down just enough to reach my nipples with his mouth. I moaned as he paid equal attention to both of them, swirling his tongue around them before gently sucking and nibbling.

All of a sudden, I felt cold air hit my wet nipples and Eric was on his knees. His head went under the skirt of my dress, I felt his thumbs spread me open, and then he was devouring me.

My head hit the cabinet behind me as my back arched and I screamed with such pleasure, that I hardly noticed the pain. He kept making growling noises as he enthusiastically showed me his skills. Ten seconds after he brought his hand into the mix, I came harder than I ever have before, screaming his name, thankful that I didn't have any close neighbors.

My breathing and my heartbeat were out of control as I came down from the high of my fuckawesome orgasm, so I wasn't paying much attention to what Eric was doing. When I finally came back down to earth, Eric was fixing my dress so that my breasts were covered again, and then he began to put his hair back in its knot.

"What are you doing?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

"I have other deliveries to make," he said with a smirk, and then licked his lips.

"But you… you can't just… what about you?"

He walked up to me and placed his hands on my hips as he gently pressed his lips to mine. The tenderness in the kiss after the passion and heat he'd just exhibited surprised me. I could also smell myself on him, and it turned me on even more.

"I'll be fine," he whispered, and then abruptly broke away and walked out the door.

Well, fuck.