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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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- 6
Sookie felt like a dead weight was upon her and she was struggling to breath. She strained hard against it but realized quickly that it wasn't budging. So she opened one eye and then the other, blinking back the lethargy of deep sleep, to see what the heck it was. It took her awhile to realize that the heaviness wasn't an it but rather a he- Eric was draped over her in a protective vise that Fort Knox would've envied.
She canoodled herself out from under him with care and took a deep breath. Events from last night were fuzzy to say the least and she couldn't quite remember anything other than the hard and painful truth; she'd failed to find Jason. She didn't know why she here with Eric instead of home, but figured he'd explain and fill in the blanks for her once he rose for the night. She leaned over the side of the bed, after she'd moved about a hundred pillows of course and almost knocked over- was that a bowl of water?
Sookie wrinkled her nose at the box of chocolates next to it, not really needing the temptation, and surveyed her surroundings.
She was in what looked to be a sophisticated bedroom, minus the concrete block walls of course. The bed was gorgeous, with intricate detail to the woodwork that obviously had been labored over for hours by hand. Sookie wasn't an expert on types of trees, but even an idiot knew mahogany when they saw it. Matching dressers, nightstands, armoire, desk, and mirror completed the set. Everywhere she looked in the room she noticed how masculine and minimal the décor was. It was obvious Eric preferred simplicity. Although, the lead crystal chandelier over the bed with its amber, brown, and muted burgundy danglies were a nice touch.
Damn, Sookie thought shaking her head, probably cost more than I'd make in a year.
She let her weight slide down off the plush pillow top mattress to land with the grace of a cat onto the dark brown carpet. It was the kind your toes could squish into and felt like heaven to the soles of her feet as she padded towards the door to hopefully find a bathroom. Eric didn't obviously need one for the reasons she did at the moment, but if it was one thing she did know about the vamp- was him and his love of water. So the place had to have a tub or shower room, which she crossed her fingers also came with a commode.
Sookie paused before opening it and turned back around. Even though the bed was enormous and very high up, she would have to be blind to not see the equally massive Viking resting in it. He was naked, she realized, noticing how the silk burgundy sheet was barely covering his backside at all. Suddenly Sookie was blushing furiously and wondering what parts of his had been resting so close to hers- she lost the nerve to finish her thought, continuing on with even greater urgency to open the door and get the hell out of Dodge.
Unfortunately her plans of escape were thwarted when she ran into one said very naked and very large…
"Oh My God in Heaven," Sookie screeched, looking down with a gulp, quickly back up to his worried ice gray eyes, and then back down at…at…She threw her hands over her eyes. "You put that away Mister- right now!" Sookie wanted to die from embarrassment.
"Does my nakedness offend you?" Eric asked curious, as well as relieved that that she was alright. Waking up without her next to him had been a feeling he did not like. "I don't believe I've ever had a woman react this way before." He finished more than amused.
"Not offended-" Sookie explained nervously while talking a mile a minute. "But it's just not decent is all. Folks don't usually waltz around in their birthday suits Eric. You startled me because I thought you were asleep and I really need to use the bathroom. So please- just- you know…cover it up."
"Bathroom- of course." Eric said softly to himself, now understanding why she'd left his side. "You may tend to your humans needs in the second room to your left down the hall." He provided her, but made no other move to do as she had requested, still standing completely nude in front of her.
Sookie was grateful for the information and removed her hands to thank him.
"Eric!" She scolded, throwing her hands back on her eyes. "Give a girl a break here- you're killing me!"
"Oh yes, you wish for me to dress." He remembered. "Very well- I don't want to upset you, but I think it's a sight you should get used to seeing."
"Used to…?" Sookie marveled, wondering how the heck anyone could get used to seeing that.
"Yes Sookie." Eric calmly informed her. "I almost never wear clothes in my lair and since you will be moving in with me, I think it only-"
"Excuse me!" Sookie's anger trumped any embarrassment she'd felt, her hands flew away from her face- one rested now on a hip while the other was wagging a finger in his face. "And just who the H-E-double hockey sticks do you think you are? Last I checked Eric, I had a home, and it isn't here!" Her blue eyes were practically throwing off sparks and her foot had set to tapping in place.
Eric was unfazed, having expected this reaction. "Please hear me out and let me explain the rationale behind my decision."
"Your decision! I'm sorry I think I've got earwax build up because it sounded like you just said- It was your decision! Oh…" Sookie ranted. "If I thought it would do any good, I would slap the shit out of you right now!"
She was working herself up into a fit and mighty fast too.
Eric knew he needed a diversion so she would listen and the best way to effectively get her to stop was…
He closed the minute gap between them and grabbed her face, crashing his lips to hers, while he worked her mouth over with his own in an equally aggressive manner. She fought and struggled, her muffled outrage sounding like an exotic bird's mating call. But her defenses weren't equipped to withstand this type of onslaught. Sookie found that her rage was a close cousin to her passion, and soon was venting on Eric still, only in a different way.
Eric's fingertips loosened their hold to trace down her neck and then her back, as her own were squeezing at his pectoral muscles. His tongue tentatively sought entry into her mouth, wanting to be inside her in any way possible, and Sookie was more than willing to oblige him. Her sighs and the way she fit into his embrace so perfectly had the ancient vampire who was always used to denying himself any emotion- completely undone.
It wasn't long before both of them had entirely forgotten what they'd been arguing about or what had led them to this point. They were just lost in the moment and intense kaleidoscope of sensations each was providing the other. Their holds became less savage and more tender. Sookie's breasts heaved into Eric's palms heavily, as soon as he'd moved his attentions to her front. His thumbs stroked over her hardened nipples as he kneaded the plentiful flesh in worship.
Sookie's own hands, having a mind of their own, explored his body boldly. She touched each defined abdominal compartment, lazily moving downward, until finding the 'gracious plenty' that had seemed so scary to her before.
It appeared her hormones had helped her get over it.
Sookie took hold of it firmly, not quite able to wrap her fingers around the girth, but Eric didn't seem to notice. He drew in a sharp breath and broke away from their kiss, hovering over her lips to whisper gruffly. "Min kvinna ... hur ni gärna mig."
Sookie hadn't an idea in her foggy brain what Eric had just told her, but the tone had sounded encouraging, so she continued to work her hand up and down his shaft, while their eyes remained focused on each other- Sookie captured his mouth again.
She felt as if every nerve ending in her body was going into sensory overload and she would explode from pleasure when Eric returned the favor to place one of his own skilled hands over her sex.
The thin material of her plain white panties, underneath the short yellow sundress she wore, was soaked with her arousal. Eric grunted in approval before slipping his fingers past them, finding out fast, just how molten her slick center was against his much colder skin. He would gladly accept her fire and Sookie was more than willing to take his ice- rotating her hips up to accept the first large digit that he plunged there- her back pressed against the open door, while her leg lifted to his hip.
Eric's tongue left her mouth to slide down her chin, hovering erotically in languid strokes over her carotid artery- waiting patiently for permission, while adding a second finger within her folds as she rocked in a bouncing motion.
"So beautiful…" He quietly praised, tickling her nape with his deep voice. "So perfect…" Eric moved to her ear and took the tiny lobe into his mouth- lightly sucking. "So…mine…"
"Yes…please…" Sookie raggedly panted.
She arched her shoulders back and put her head to the side, further exposing and offering her neck to him, while the hand that gripped him, still worked vigorously on his cock. She took all she thought she could stand without passing out from his hand and the sweet friction it was giving her. But when she heard his fangs protract with a click, Sookie shivered in anticipation.
She craved release. She needed completion. She demanded climax.
"Eric…so close now…"
"As you wish Min Käraste."
He struck the tender flesh of her neck so fast and painlessly, that as soon as he took his first draw, an explosion of fireworks went off in her brain.
The first waves of the strongest most forceful orgasm she'd ever experienced rippled through out her body like the blast from a bomb.
Sookie was completely uninhibited, and didn't care if all the angels in Heaven above heard her shouts right now.
She shuddered and shook, clamping around his fingers so tightly, that she wouldn't have been surprised at all if Eric had told her she'd broken them off.
Eric collapsed against her, idly licking his puncture marks to heal them, and reveling at what a delicious experience Sookie Stackhouse was turning out to be. He himself had not cum but found it didn't matter. This was only the beginning after all. When he achieved his own bliss…it would be while all of him was inside her.
"Sookie." Eric spoke with his mouth on her skin. "Will you drink from me as well?"
This time it would be her choice. He was playing no tricks or trying to manipulate her. Eric wanted to bond fully with her, and claim, what to him was his right.
She sagged against the door paneling and with a shaky voice told him. "Eric, there is no going back for me. I'm afraid my heart has made the choice for me already- even though my mind is setting off alarms that I'll regret this somehow. So yes-" Sookie weakly pulled at his head so he would lift up and look at her. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and her smile looked cautious. "But we do need to talk first. Don't you agree?"
He gently let go of the thigh he'd been holding up, making sure she was steady enough to stand solo, before nodding in agreement. Eric gave her one more soft kiss and ran his knuckles over her cheek lovingly.
"I'll have Pam send down a change of clothes for you. There are plenty of towels and whatever toiletries you may need in the bathroom. We will have this talk Sookie, but I also feel I should make this clear to you…I've also passed the point of no return. As much as your happiness is paramount to me, your safety is my ultimate priority…You Are Mine Now- understand?"
Sookie had heard possession in Bill's voice before when he'd thrown that phrase 'Mine' around, but not like this. With Eric it held a promise too, like he was also telling her that he was hers. She remembered what he'd said in that dilapidated house in Hot Shot, in what seemed like years ago.
"All that I am…is at your disposal."
"Oh Eric." Sookie sighed out, throwing her arms around him in a bear hug. "Yes, yes, yes…" She chanted. "I am Yours."
He didn't let her know how surprised he was, just tightly held her right back, his hand smoothing over her blonde hair with a slight tremor that you'd need a microscope to detect.
Eric placed a chaste kiss to her crown and then tapped her bottom in a playful spank. "Good, then go get washed. We have other matters to address concerning your brother." When Sookie looked about to ready to drill him with twenty questions, he put up his hand to stop her. "After you are more comfortable and have been fed- please." Eric added the last when he saw her mouth start to pinch up in defiance.
Sookie was at war with her deep rooted feminine virtues but finally just decided, Screw it, she was too tired to keep fighting about his chauvinism- for now at least.
"Fine."
She turned on her heel and strutted down the hall like it had been her idea.
Eric shook his head at her stubbornness and grinned. There would never be a dull moment- he would never be bored or grow weary of her- never with Sookie. He mentally corrected himself, never with My Sookie.
He liked the way that sounded and figured it was about fucking time.

Translations (per Google):
Min kvinna ... hur ni gärna mig~ My woman...how you please me
Min Käraste~ My Dearest
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