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At The Mercy Of His Emotions	By : TwilightKey17 Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 4151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, or any of True Blood's fabulous characters. I make no profit from this story, I just like to play with Eric/Sookie for fun.

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Chapter 4 “The temperament for a Vampire.”
I stood staring at the lips that spoke those oddly kind words, about me, to me. I was frozen. There was no moving from where I stood. I never thought that Eric could ever, would ever, be so blunt about his feelings. What was I supposed to say?
Eric had in a way confessed his feelings for me, and I just stood there. I knew that I cared about him, but how much did I care exactly? It seemed to me that Eric knew how he felt about me better than I knew my feelings for him. Who would have thought that was possible?
“Why now?” I finally spoke.
“I don’t understand. What are you asking?” His body stood at attention.
“Why are you sayin’ all of this to me…now? The Eric I know would never admit caring about me… even if it were true.”
“I am speaking the truth. I do care about you!” He responded defensively.
“But, why now!?” I just couldn’t understand.
“The Eric you knew had not yet lost you!’ He looked away.
“Eric…” I touched his upper arm to get him to look at me.
“You were just… gone. I could not feel you anymore. I had no knowledge about what had happened to you. You were simply… not here.” He finally fully turned to look at me.
“I searched, but I just could not find you. I could not understand my need to find you. You do not understand how frustrating it is for a Vampire to not be able to do something. You made me weak!” He took a long pause, but I knew he wasn’t finished.
“I needed something to do… anything. I had your house fixed in case you returned.” He put his right hand on my cheek.
“Eric…” I couldn’t say anything else. So, I just let myself lean into his palm.
“I never imagined you would truly return. I have not felt anything, for a human, in over a thousand years. Even then it was not like… this. You changed something in me, and then you just… left!” He didn’t remove his hand from my cheek, but he took a firm grip on my side with his other hand.
“Yet, here you are… and I will not lose you again. Sookie… You. Are. Mine.”
I had no time to argue. Eric’s lips were devouring mine before I could even think. Unlike the last kiss we shared, in this office, I didn’t hesitate to respond; I had no intention to.
His right hand was grabbing onto my hair, as if to make sure that I wasn’t going anywhere, as if though at any moment I might leave. But leaving was the furthest thing from my mind. Something inside of me was craving this. The more Eric kissed me; the more I wanted to continue. I just couldn’t get enough. My hunger for Eric had been fully unleashed and the more he gave me; the more the hunger grew.
The only reason I broke the kiss was because I was becoming light headed (I blamed that on lack of oxygen, but it could have easily been Eric that made everything go hazy). Even after our lips separated Eric kept his hold on my hair, and just lowered his forehead onto mine.
I knew why my breath was heavy, but what surprised me was to hear Eric’s breath matching mine. I thought Vampires didn’t need to breathe? Maybe it was just habit? It didn’t matter. I found the act comforting. I wasn’t alone in this.
What mattered most was what had just happened between us. We kissed… again. It wasn’t a goodbye kiss this time. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was an all-consuming, all-in, type of kiss. I knew that he would think that this kiss, this surrender, meant that I was “his,” but I still didn’t know if that was something I wanted in my life.
I wanted Eric; I knew that now, but did I want to be “his”?
Once I caught my breath I knew that it was time for me to talk; my turn to tell Eric where my head was at. But instead I looked him in the eyes, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss.
I needed it. I needed to be in his arms; without complications. I knew that kissing him, without talking about what we both wanted, was anything but smart, but even after knowing all the reasons why I shouldn’t have been kissing him, I wouldn’t stop; I couldn’t stop.
Every piece of my skin that Eric touched felt like it was on fire; I liked the feeling. I craved it. Whenever he moved his there was a brief second where I missed him, his touch; only to be compensated by the immense pleasure I felt when his hands found a new location. I wanted Eric to touch all of me at once, but I thought that if it were possible, a Vampire could do it, and maybe I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
In a flash, Eric lifted me up and sat me on his desk; I hadn’t even felt my feet leave the floor. Eric’s lips moved to my jaw and I couldn’t do anything but claw at his back; bunching the fabric in my hands. His lips returned to mine and he bit my bottom lip; not enough to draw blood, but enough for me to feel that his fangs were out.
Knowing that Eric’s fangs were out only increased my need. I started pulling the bottom of his shirt; my hands were underneath his shirt feeling the dips in his stomach, and the coolness of his skin.
Eric’s hand found its way to the zipper in the back of my dress; this one action caused me to stop. I pulled my hands from under his shirt, and I put them on his chest, pushing him away slightly, to signal him to stop. I was just able to pull my face away when Eric pulled my face back in, and continued kissing me. I let myself enjoy the kiss for a few seconds, but I knew I had to stop it. I pushed Eric away again, with a little more force the second time around, and he retreated; he dropped his hands, looked away, and let out a heavy breath. His eyes were practically black, but he stepped back. I could see how hard it was for him to stay away, but he was trying… for me.
If I gave myself to Eric I wouldn’t be able to turn back. Sleeping with Bill turned out bad enough to make me a little paranoid. I regretted Bill. Could I ever regret Eric? If I thought about the “big picture” I would remember that Eric was, is, and would always be a Vampire. Whatever I was doing with Eric would eventually end. Unless… I could… What If I became…? No. Why give myself to Eric with our ultimate demise in my sights?
There is always an endpoint; whether it’s breaking up or death. Why should I sabotage myself with Eric about something that wouldn’t even cross my mind with other, human, guys? Usually death is the end to a relationship, but with Eric it could be the beginning.
Everything became clear. I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t regret being with Eric, but if I didn’t give myself to him, I could be sure that I would regret it in the morning.
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