AN: Beta'd by SophieMyst and Northman Mallie. I probably should have mentioned in the first chapter that this whole story was told from Bill's perspective. The whole idea for the story was Bill walking in on Eric and Sookie in the basement, so if it looks like I skim over certain details *cough* basement scene *cough* that is the reason, I didn't want to show them getting together, due to the fact it wouldn't have been as such a surprise. Although I'm guessing a lot of you knew that was coming up. This is the last chapter *sobs* I have still got a lot of story to tell in this verse, but I achieved my original goal in Sex on Fire. There will be a sequel (if you're all interested) where I will delve more into the Eric/Sookie relationship, how they got together, etc, and what Bill tries next. I'm also thinking of doing an outtake of the basement scene, so you can all read what really happened, and how they got there.
I did add a little Eric/Sookie action in this chapter, so lemon warning. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, read, alerted, favourited. It means a lot to me.
Pam unceremoniously dumped Bill in the alley behind Fangtasia; she smirked at him before shutting the exit door. Pulling himself to his feet, he made his way around to the front of the club where an amused Pam met him.
"Did you really think that would work?"
"Get out of my way," Bill ordered.
"I don't think so Bill. You've lost. Sookie is Eric's now. Accept it and move on," Pam sneered.
"NEVER!" Bill roared, "Sookie is mine. Eric had no right to touch her after I had claimed her. I'll involve the Magister, the Queen, I don't care who; he will not have her."
"He already has her," Pam snarled. "And, unlike how you tricked her into a relationship, Sookie choose Eric of her own free will. I won't allow you to come between them."
"You won't be able to stop me."
"Oh, I will. Unlike your Maker, mine taught me well. I will tear you apart before I let you harm them in any way. And don't throw around empty threats about involving the Queen or the Magister; you know full well if they learnt of Sookie's existence they would covet her for their own."
Bill knew she was right. The Queen already knew of Sookie and what she could do: it was why he returned to Bon Temps in the first place. No, Bill knew he couldn't risk involving either the Queen or the Magister in this. He would have to think of another way to get Sookie away from Eric.
Pam watched Bill carefully. It was obvious to her that he was not going to give up. In any other circumstance she would have found his poor attempts at intimidation amusing, but she found little amusing where it concerned the welfare of her Master and her telepathic friend. As he stood in front of her, she could practically see the wheels turning behind his eyes; he was planning something and she was determined to stop him. She would not allow anyone to come between Eric and Sookie.
"Go home, Bill," she ordered.
"I'm not..." Pam was on him before he had a chance to finish his sentence. She wrapped her hand around his throat and forced him to the ground, her fangs exposed as she leaned over him.
"Do you honestly think you can keep challenging Eric's rule and get away with it? Your Sheriff ordered you to return to Bon Temps, and you will obey him unless you would like to spend a few nights in the basement. I can assure you, you won't enjoy it as much as Sookie does," she threatened.
Snarling at Pam, Bill envisioned sinking his fangs into her throat and ripping it out, but the thought of what Eric would do to him stopped him from even trying. His earlier encounter had proven to Bill that he was no match physically to Eric; he doubted anyone in Louisiana was. If he was going to get Sookie away from him, and keep her away, he would need help. With a plan slowly forming in his mind, Bill reluctantly conceded there was nothing he could do that night. Pam wouldn't allow him back into Fangtasia, and even if he did somehow manage to gain entry he would never be able to get to Sookie while she was still with Eric. Admitting defeat for the night, he ceased his struggles against Pam.
Pam released her hold on Bill. She watched as he climbed to his feet and slowly backed away. She never took her eyes off of him as he walked across the road towards the parking lot. He got into his car and drove away. She instructed the vampire on the door to keep an eye out for him, and to alert her the minute he returned, before reentering the club herself.
The minute he was alone with Sookie, Eric had lifted her into his arms and zipped them up the stairs and into his office. Sitting down on the couch, he settled Sookie in his lap, stroking her hair as she silently wept. Not for the first time, he cursed Bill Compton's existence and the pain it was causing his Sookie.
"You were right," Sookie whispered. "I couldn't trust him."
"I take no satisfaction in your pain, little one," Eric told her.
"Was it all a lie?" Sookie asked, lifting her head and staring into Eric's eyes.
"I do not know; only Compton knows the answer to that," Eric replied.
"And I can't trust what he tells me," she sighed. "I've been an idiot."
"You were..." Eric tried to choose his words carefully.
"An idiot," Sookie supplied with a small smile. "I let the fact that I couldn't hear him cloud my judgment. I accepted his excuses every time, without any real question. I should have walked away after he lied about Jessica, but instead I let him sweet talk me into staying."
"You were inexperienced and he preyed on that. Sookie, you are not to blame for this; vampires are predators by nature. We have spent centuries honing our skills: some of us better than others," Eric smirked, causing Sookie to giggle.
"It is not arrogance, my sweet Sookie, when it is the truth," Eric replied as his hands caressed her over the robe she still wore.
"Okay," Sookie giggled.
"I am a great vampire, a skilled warrior, and a fantastic lover, something that I have proven to you repeatedly," Eric said proudly.
"I don't remember that," Sookie said coyly.
"Nope, maybe you imagined it."
"Maybe I should refresh your memory," Eric growled.
"Hmm, maybe you should," Sookie moaned as she turned in Eric's embrace, straddling him.
Threading his fingers in Sookie's tousled locks, Eric pulled her towards him. He scraped his fangs over the sensitive skin of her throat, making her moan and thrust her hips against his.
"Eric!" Sookie pleaded.
Untying the robe, Eric pushed it off her shoulders, exposing her to his heated gaze. "Beautiful," he whispered as he lifted his hands and cupped her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples before lowering his head and flicking out his tongue. He ran the flat of his tongue over her right nipple while he stroked his thumb over her left. Eric sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it before gently nipping at it with his teeth.
While his mouth worshipped her breasts, he slid one of his hands down her body and between her parted thighs. His fingers ghosted over her feminine lips, the evidence of her arousal coating his fingers.
Sookie pushed herself against his hand, seeking more contact. She sighed as she felt him push a single finger into her. Sookie moved against his hand as she threaded her hand into his hair, holding him to her breast.
Eric rubbed circles on Sookie's clit with his thumb as he slid another finger inside of her. He moved his other hand up her back and into her hair; he yanked her head back hard, making her remove her grip on his hair. He ran his lips up her chest, across her collarbone, towards her ear. He continued to thrust his fingers into her dripping cunt as he pressed down harder on her clit.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, sucking on her earlobe.
Sookie let out a breathless moan. The hand tugging on her hair was causing little shocks of pain to shoot through her body as she rode his hand, adding to the pleasure she was feeling.
Eric crooked his fingers inside her, finding that special spot that made her eyes roll back in her head, "Cum for me, Sookie. I want to feel your tight, wet pussy coming around my fingers."
Sookie's breath came out in short puffs as she moved against Eric's hand faster, his crude words igniting a fire deep inside her. She braced one hand on his shoulder; her body began to shake as she neared her release.
Eric kissed a trail down her throat, sucking and nipping at the exposed flesh as he went. He felt her tighten around his fingers and sank his fangs into her neck. The taste of her blood on his tongue made him groan. He took another mouthful of her sweet tasting blood before retracting his fangs and sealing the puncture marks.
Sookie shuddered in his arms as her orgasm washed over her, her body falling limp over Eric. She could feel his fingers still moving gently inside her as he helped bring her down from her climax. Once she had regained a small amount of control, she lifted her head and stared into the eyes of her Viking.
Her eyes were hooded in desire as she watched him bring his hand up to his lips; his eyes never left hers as he ran the fingers covered in the evidence of her orgasm over his lips before sucking them into his mouth. Eric licked his fingers clean. Yanking Sookie to him, he crashed his lips to hers in a passion-filled kiss.
Eric dominated the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers as his hands roamed over her body. He wrapped his hands around her, stood up, and stalked across his office to his desk. He swept everything off the desk before settling Sookie on top of it, covering her with his larger form.
Sookie locked her legs around Eric's waist and thrust her hips against his in a silent plea. Eric's hands were everywhere, teasing, tugging, and caressing as his lips scorched a trail down her body.
"Eric, please," Sookie cried.
"Please what?" Eric growled against her stomach.
"I need you," she panted.
"Need me to do what?"
"To touch me."
"I am touching you, my sweet Sookie," Eric replied playfully, nipping at her stomach.
"Eric, please," Sookie pleaded again.
"Tell me what you want, Lover. I will give you anything you ask for. You just have to ask," he told her.
Her body was burning with pent up desire. The ache inside her was growing, spiraling out of control and she desperately needed Eric to make it go away like only he could. Putting words to it, she begged, "Fuck me."
"It will be my pleasure, min alska," Eric purred, bracing himself over her on his arms. He dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Reaching a hand between them, he gripped his erection and rubbed the head over her swollen lips. He pushed against her and slid the head of cock inside her, gritting his teeth as he felt her tight sheath stretching around him.
The urge to surge forward and bury himself deeply inside her clawed at him; the darkness inside him screamed that he take her hard and fast, marking her as his own. He refused, like he had every time before. She was not a fangbanger who didn't matter. She was his Sookie and he would not hurt her.
He pushed into her, inch by torturous inch, until he was completely sheathed inside her. He held himself still above her. The feeling of her all around him was his greatest pleasure and deepest pain; nothing had ever made him feel so alive, and he both worshipped and cursed her for that. He knew he would never want the touch of another; she was his own personal Valhalla.
"Jag alskar dig," he whispered.
"Eric," Sookie moaned. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, she arched her back, pushing against Eric in invitation. "Please."
Eric hissed at the sensation and pulled back until the head of his cock rested just inside of Sookie. He stared down at her, committing the image of her beneath him on his desk to memory before surging forward and burying himself into her again.
Sookie wrapped her legs around Eric's hips as she met him thrust for thrust. Beads of sweat trickled down body as she thrashed her head side to side, her fingers clawing at his back as her body sung with pleasure.
Eric whispered words in his native language to Sookie as his hips slammed into hers. Sparks of pleasure were shooting through his body as he soared higher, reaching for the ecstasy of his release.
Sookie's body shook beneath him as her orgasm crept up on her. Pleas for release spilled from her lips as her head banged against his desk. Snaking a hand between them, Eric fingered her clit; applying the right amount of pressure, he rubbed circles on it and was rewarded with a cry of delight from Sookie. As his fingers continued to play her like a finely tuned instrument, he dropped his head to her breast and suckled upon her nipples, alternating between them, giving each equal amounts of attention.
Eric felt her warm, wet sheath start to convulse around him and doubled his efforts. His hips were a blur as they slammed into Sookie. He sucked her right breast into his mouth before biting down, sinking his fangs into the soft tissue. Sookie's blood exploded into his mouth as a rush of liquid spilled from her pussy; she came hard, screaming Eric's name for all to hear.
Eric thrust through her orgasm, seeking his own. He released her breast and lapped at the trickle of blood that spilled down her chest. He gripped her hips hard as he repeatedly slammed his hips into hers. He felt a tingling at the base of his spine as his release built. He moved faster against her as his balls tightened and he came, shooting his seed deep into her welcoming body. "SOOKIE!" he roared, crashing down on top of her.
Sookie stroked a hand down Eric's back, her legs still locked around his hips and refusing to release him as she rested after their encounter. She turned her head to the side and placed a soft kiss on Eric's forehead.
Eric lifted his head and stared down at the young woman who had stolen his heart without knowing it. He rested his forehead against hers, content to just lie with her. Her small whimper alerted him to the fact that lying on a desk might not be that comfortable to her, and he reluctantly lifted himself off her, smirking at the disappointed sigh she gave when he slipped out of her.
He pulled her up off of the desk and wrapped her in his arms, unwilling to let her go even for a minute. Moving them over to the couch, he picked up his robe and wrapped her in it; the clothes she wore to Fangtasia earlier had been destroyed in his passion for her. He pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a wife beater, then lifted Sookie into his arms and sped them out of the office and into his car, which was parked at the back of Fangtasia.
"Where are we going?" Sookie asked from the passenger seat of his Corvette.
"Home," Eric answered.
"Yours or mine?" She asked sleepily.
Eric smiled at her. He could feel her exhaustion and knew by the time they arrived at their destination, she would be asleep, "Ours," he replied. He hoped that one day, she would consider his house to be her home. Regardless, wherever she was, that was home to him.