Just Two Words...

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Yes. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" He stooped in close to whisper into my ear, "Little girl, don't you know the intense pleasures I intend to bring you tonight? I'd think you'd want to let me in your hotel room."

Such a cocky son of a bitch, that one.

I shivered as he trailed a finger down my cheek and jaw, continuing down my neck to the skin exposed by my fluffy hotel robe.

"Just because you bought me a couple of drinks downstairs, I'm supposed to open up my room to you?" Of course I was going to, but he didn't need to know that just yet. I'll just make him work a little harder for it. I fought hard to keep the smile from my lips as I heard him stifle a giggle before straightening up to look me in the eyes.

His hand reached out to the terry cloth tie around my waist, pulling it untied and revealing me in nothing but a pink and black satin nightie. Staring at my satin-clad body, he said "Entirely too many clothes and too many words. No. More. Words."

And then his mouth was on me.

Amidst the flurry of open mouthed kisses and licking and nibbling he managed to make it through the door way and wrap himself around me as he closed us in together. It was like in the movies when the sexual tension just gets to be too much for the main characters and they practically fly at each other. We were all hands, all mouths, and all whispers as he led us to the fluffy king sized bed and threw me down on it.

Looking up at the smirk that played on his face was one of the hottest things I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing. He was so damn sexy as he undid his belt, his eyes never leaving mine as if to say "Yes, what I'm unwrapping is all for you…". I so wanted what he was about to give me.

As he unzipped and pushed his dark jeans to the floor, my mouth watered. My eyes lowered from his gaze to take in the package he would be delivering to me shortly. I'm sure the delight was dancing in my eyes as I licked my lips since I heard a soft snicker coming from the half naked giant in front of me.

He pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it swiftly and gracefully over his head and tossed it away at the far recesses of the hotel suite. I had the brief hope that it would remain lost forever so that he'd have to walk around shirtless for me to ogle.

Sitting up on my knees to appreciate his fully naked form, I shrugged my shoulders out of the robe and let it pool around me on the bed. His warm hands came to rest on my smooth thighs and then he began to trail them up and under my pink satin.

Instinctively, my hands wrapped around his neck and brought his face to my own for another series of searing kisses; these a bit more paced than the fevered ones at the front door.

His hands found their way to my hips and his fingers fanned out; no doubt searching for the panties I wasn't wearing. Awareness dawned on him and a growl of approval rumbled through his heavenly chest. Those same hands made their way around to firmly grab my ass and pull me to him at the edge of the bed as his mouth once again made its way down my neck and chest.

As his lips hovered above my satin-covered nipple I shivered with anticipation. His breath alone caused the soft bud to harden and a smile graced his lips as he closed the distance and suckled it gently through the fabric.

Stifling the moan that threatened to escape me, I threaded my hands through his gorgeous blond hair and pulled him in closer as his mouth-led safari continued across the plains of my torso. As I closed my eyes, shutting out yet another of my senses, the feeling of his mouth on me intensified. A hot trail was left across me as he gently leaned me back to lie down and enjoy the ride. Literally.

Once on my back, his hands bunched my nightgown up just under my breasts, exposing the smooth skin of my stomach. The next feeling I had was a slightly rough one as he rubbed his cheek on my trembling tummy, marking his territory like a cat would.

When I felt the warm wetness at my belly button, swirling around it, my heart rate quickened again as I prepared for what I was about to receive.

He had better not tease me.

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I fought hard to keep my breathing quiet and even as I took in the beautiful woman spread out before me. It had been my rule not to talk, hadn't it? Idiot. It took all I had not to say what was on my mind the moment my tongue made contact with the smooth skin below her belly button. God, her scent was intoxicating! There would be no teasing this one, not tonight. I was far too hungry for her delicious honey.

I smoothed a hand over her stomach as I gave her a long and slow lick over the glistening honeypot of her sex. Closing my eyes to savor the flavor, I listened to her breathing hitch as my tongue parted her lips and found her most sensitive of places.

I felt her tiny hands thread into my hair once again and pull slightly in the most wicked of ways as I delved deeper into her deliciousness.

Soon, her curvaceous hips were bucking up from the bed and my hand on her stomach was doing nothing for keeping her still so I did what I do best; I got her off. Increasing the pace of my tongue, I plunged two fingers into her dripping wetness until my stroke caught her g spot and sent her rocketing to the moon.

Goddamn. My girl can follow directions. Her body may have been screaming but her voice was quiet, just as I had instructed, as she reached her hands into the air to grab at whatever stars she was surely seeing. It was simply beautiful as she came, hard. I lazily licked up all her juices as her breathing evened back out.

Once she had calmed down again, I stalked my way up her listless body on the bed. Everyone one of her bones must have felt like rubber at that instant as she looked so completely relaxed, but I had one decidedly UN rubber bone for her.

Gently, I parted her legs and settled in between them as I sat up on my knees. My hands ran under those exquisite thighs of hers and pulled them up until my cock was at her entrance, just a little farther and I'd be in the promised land.

Slowly and silently, I watched as her hands moved to her perfect breasts and began to knead the tender flesh. It was so hot, I could do nothing other than push myself deep inside her and grips her hips, pulling her onto me.

A noiseless moan escaped her lips. Her mouth open in a perfect 'o' shape and her head lolling about on the soft sheets was beyond enthralling. No matter how hot looking down at our joined bodies would be, I found I couldn't take my eyes off her face.

As I began to pump into her hot and tight flesh, her expression changed and a smile formed on her mouth. One hand found it's way up her perfectly lick-able neck, along the side of her face and straight into her hair, pulling at it gently as the smile continued to play at her lips. The other hand remained on the soft satin of her nightgown, squeezing the breast below and pinching the nipple.

I concentrated on her face, listening intently to the sounds between us. Our breathing, the sheets rustling... It was all I could hear aside from my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. She looked so exquisite lying beneath me touching herself, I almost broke my own rule for the evening and told her just how beautiful she was. No, I would not be the one to do it.. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy.

Bringing one hand up, I continued my languid pace in and out of her as I began to rub her most delicate nub. A slight gasp escaped her as she continued to touch and caress herself in a more frenzied manner. I matched her pace and quickened my thrusts. Fuck, she was heaven to be with.

I watched her face intently and just when I thought she was about to break our vow of silence, she called an audible.

I watched as her eyes snapped open, locking to my gaze. With a speed I can't even begin to understand, she had disentangled herself from me and brought her face to my crotch. When her mouth took my hard cock in, I nearly lost it.

"Oh fuuuuuccckkkk..." I let out as her hot mouth worked me better than any other ever had.

Just as quickly as it had began, it ended. She sat up immediately, giving me a death glare. Clearly, she was unhappy I had spoken.

As she pushed me down on my back, I couldn't help but smile. I loved a woman who liked to take charge. The look on her face told me I would pay for my little outburst, and I couldn't have been more excited to do so.

As she straddled my hips, her fingernails raked down my shoulders and chest, leaving small red welts in their wake. The slight sting was nothing compared to the erotic pleasure it bought me as I watched her sit up to position herself above my aching cock. I could feel my tip grazing at her entrance, pushing in slightly as she shifted. Her hands found their way to my chest and she pinched my nipples as she looked down at me. She was teasing me now, moving ever so slightly to create that lovely friction with the head of my cock against her clit. I had to fight the urge to thrust up into her hot and wet core. This was her show, I had to let her do as she wished.

Suddenly, she squeezed at my chest and thrust down, taking every inch of my aching cock into her core. I fought to contain the groan as I she encased me. She was hot, she was wet and she was oh so tight. The trifecta of 'make me cum' if ever there was one.

All on their own, my hands moved to her pliant breasts. As she rode me up and down, the lacy hem of her night gown brushed against my hips adding yet another sensation to enjoy. She sat up straight and moved her hands to her own hair, holding it up off her neck as I watched her hips move in a sultry motion. She was a vision as she rode me, changing her pace frequently and tantalizing me with her eyes closed and her tongue licking her lips. A beam of moonlight cast perfectly in through the open draperies, illuminating her in blue light. It was that single vision of her that had me ready to burst.

I grabbed at her soft hips, pulling her into me. She took the hint, grinding into me and creating a wonderful friction for self as my cock hit that special place inside of her. She leaned down, her face next to mine and I turned towards her, breathing on that lovely neck of hers. Keeping one hand on her hip, the other came up her smooth back to her hair. I laced my hand through, then grabbed a handful and pulled back with care, yet firmly. It was then that I began thrusting my hips up to meet hers, showing her just how much I loved the feel of her around me.

As I kept my hold on her gorgeous locks my mouth went to her exposed neck. I suckled the tender flesh and as I felt her begin to clench around me I had the overwhelming urge to mark her. I sucked harder at the tender flesh, and her hips seemed to respond to my branding. Her pace quickened but I just kept on sucking and pulling, not wanting to deprive her of what was sure to be a sweet release.

Suddenly I felt it. My own release was here, and there was no way I could stop it. I took one last draw at her neck and released a noiseless cry into the night as my arms wrapped around her tiny frame. Her own orgasm rocked her as she clawed at my shoulders, pulling me farther into her.

Finally when the aftershocks had faded, she rolled off me and tucked into my side as a contented sigh left her body.

"Enjoy that, did you?" I asked. My own voice sounding so loud after the intense quiet we had shared together.

"Yes I did. Especially since you lost. You know what that means..." Her voice was triumphant.

"Seriously? Do I have to? Really, it was two tiny words..." I tried to weasel my way out, but she was having non of it.

"Ah ah ah! A deals a deal. Now get to it."

When I had made the deal with her, I had expected to win. Now that payment was due.. well, it would have been much better if she had lost.

I strode over to the bag on the dresser and pulled out the soft restraints and blindfold. As I made my way back to the bed and looked at the naked goddess there, a thought flashed across my mind...

What have I gotten myself into?

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FIN

After the Dream...Sequence

I had just woken up from the most intense and erotic dream I'd ever had; waking or asleep. What. The. Hell. I had dreamed of Eric. Eric, of all creatures! I'd never seen Eric without his shirt, but if my subconscious was even remotely accurate; hubba hubba.

Bill had said that I'd develop certain feelings for him. Did this carry over to my sleep as well? I'd only had a drop of two of his blood but Bill insisted that was enough. Wait. I've had much more than that of Bill's blood. Was everything I felt for him connected to that? Was it his blood that pulled me to give him my virginity? I did have those dreams about him after that night against the Ray's. Granted, they were nothing like the dream I'd just had of Eric, but still. Was the blood what was holding me to Bill?

I put my hands to my face as I lay there; still and unmoving save for my breathing. I rubbed my eyes and saw those brief flashes of light you sometimes do in the dark. When the flashes gave way, I saw Eric again. Naked. I swear I could still feel the coolness of where his flesh had been touching mine as we giggled and made out in his bed. I could still feel his large and strong hands exploring every inch of my tanned skin. I could still feel my own hands trailing down his arms, across his back and cupping his face. Stop thinking about it, Sookie! It was just a dream! But what if it wasn't...

I didn't necessarily hate Eric. Sure, he had tricked me into sucking the bullets out of his neck and chest but really he didn't lie about it after the truth came out. He made no play to apologize. He stood behind his actions for whatever reason and I had to kind of admire that, even if it had been without my knowledge. Wait wait wait. What are you doing? Are you rationalizing him tricking you into taking blood? Yes, I guess I am. That dream had me all kinds of worked over.

I finally took my hands from my face and turned in the bed. My eyes fell on Bill's sleeping form and I found myself slightly disappointed. Sure, Bill was handsome but let's face it - he was no Eric. I felt a twinge of regret at that last thought but it didn't land in my brain anywhere long enough to take hold. I needed to get out of this bed and out of this room ASAP; there was only one place I wanted to be and it was just across the hall.

What the hell are you doing? The thought was going back and forth across my mind like a mantra. It didn't stop me as I crept into the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face. I thought maybe that would cure me of the burning heat that lingered from my intense E-gasm filled dream. It didn't.

I put on a tank top and some sleep shorts, went into the living room of the suite and closed the bedroom door behind me. The clock on the phone said it was just after 1pm as I lifted the receiver and pressed zero.

"Front desk, how may I help you?" How may you help me sneak around on my boyfriend, you mean?

"Uh, yeah, I fell asleep in my ahh friends room and left my key back in my own. Can you send someone up to let me in since my, uh, vampire is at rest right now? It's room 608, I'm waiting in 611 right now." Let them think I was double dipping vampires. I didn't know these people and I'll be damned if I returned to Dallas anytime soon.

I swear the woman stifled a giggle at me as she assured me a bellman would be up shortly. She said that my name was listed on both rooms so they would just give me a new key. What the? My name was on both rooms? I didn't really have time to think about that just then because before I knew it I was slipping on my bunny slippers, throwing my hair up into a ponytail and walking towards the door.

I peered out the peephole. The whole time I felt like I was sneaking around like a cheating spouse. I wondered if this was how Jason felt all the time and I briefly smiled as I recalled all the times he'd had to descend out a window in his birthday suit to avoid a husband or boyfriend of whatever low-morals woman he'd been 'spending time with' as he liked to call it. God, was I about to be one of those women? No, Eric was in his daytime rest. I would simply peek in on him, see how he was. See how he was?! He was fine, of course. He's a freakin' vampire. There would be no touching. There would be no kissing. Certainly no sex! No, he was asleep; dead to the world. Shit! Was that the only reason I thought there'd be no sex?

The bellman was about to knock on my door when I swung it open with force; I was a bit overeager I guess. He handed me the card and walked away briskly. I got the feeling they didn't like to be near the vamp rooms in the daytime.

I had a brief OSM and paused at the threshold, still holding my own room's door open. Just do it. That all too familiar little voice in my head told me.

I took a deep breath and quietly shut the door behind me, then paused to survey the hall. As quick as lightening, I darted across, swiped the electronic card in the slot and dove into the unknown; Eric's room.

The living room was dark, so I took a minute to let my eyes adjust and just leaned against the door after I closed it. All of my senses were heightened and I had that distinct feeling you get when you are somewhere that you absolutely know you should not be. My stomach was tightened, my blood pressure was up; I was totally on edge. Why? No one is here. No one alive, at least.

The room was laid out the same as ours across the hall, so I knew the bedroom was to the left. I shrugged out of my bunny slippers, leaving them near the sofa. I reached under the shade to turn on a lamp and crept towards the closed bedroom door. Once I had my hand on the knob, I began to chicken out. Why was I here again? Because you are lusting, hardcore, for Eric! That's why! Leave it to that inner voice to tell it like it is; but was that all? I know I'd felt drawn to Eric that first night at Fangtasia. Every one of our encounters since then had the same pull of that first night. Maybe the blood just expounded the feelings already present? Maybe I was done being enamored with Bill? Maybe, maybe... Screw it.

The voice apparently could also control my limbs as I found myself turning the knob and stepping into the bedroom.

The light from the lamp I'd turned on spilled into the open doorway. It was just enough to make out the path to the bathroom so I quickly went to it, pulling the door partially closed and flipped on that light. After I had closed the bedroom door, I took in the sight before me.

Eric was laying on his back, the sheets pulled just up over his waist. His bare chest didn't move with unnecessary breaths as a normal man's would but that didn't offend me one bit. His arms were down at his sides and he looked... peaceful. Not a look you often see on Eric.

I approached the bed and decided I wanted to see him better and didn't think he'd mind if I turned on the lamp, so I did. Once I had gently perched myself on the bed, I realized that I was an absolute fool if I thought I felt nothing for this man. He had obviously put my name on his room; that said he trusted me to be around him in the daytime when he was most vulnerable. He'd helped me out a few times, even if it had eventually gotten me into trouble. Once again, trouble he'd helped me out of. It was like we had a cycle of help and trouble with each other. Course, we also had bickering and amusement and dislike circles with each other. Oh my god! I'm totally smitten with Eric!

Even though there was no one to see it, I blushed. Silly, silly me. All this time, I was projecting my like for Eric onto Bill. Sure, I had liked Bill well enough in the beginning, but ever since that night at Fangtasia it was all Eric.

I reached my hand out to touch him; I just felt compelled to do it. My fingers hovered over his arm, then his chest without touching. My hand was so close I could feel the coolness coming off of his lifeless body; it fought with the hotness of my own skin. Finally my fingers found his face. I brushed his slightly scruffy cheek with my fingertips, the stubble sending the nerve endings there into overdrive with tactile sensation.

There was something else though, a current of sorts that flowed from our joined flesh.

"Eric," I said in the softest whisper. I know he couldn't hear me, but I had to let his name escape my lips.

He didn't stir, but something in me did. I leaned down over him and placed my lips to his cheek, pressing lightly and lingering there for a few seconds. Even dead, that kiss I gave him lit a fire in me and I found myself wishing he was awake.

I had to have more contact with him. I fell a little silly, but I shucked my tank and shorts and crawled onto the bed next to him. I pushed the sheet down to climb under and slid myself next to him. I'm not going to lie - I peeked. Holy! Sweet mother! So, Eric was what, 6'5'' or so? Yes, he was proportionate, and even in his rest it seemed that Eric was 'ready to go'. My eyes got big and I involuntarily licked my lips as I begrudgingly pulled the sheet back up.

As I pressed myself into his cool side and laid my hand on his perfect and bare chest, I realized that I could do this all the time. I could lay next to Eric everyday and be absolutely fine with it. In that moment, I knew things with Bill and I would never be the same. I had never felt the intense need and desire just to be near him like I was feeling for Eric now. It wasn't just the blood; I knew it. I felt a longing I didn't know I possessed and urgently needed to be as close to him as possible; like this would be the last time even though I desperately wanted it not to be. I clung to him as I pressed as close into his side as I could, even putting my own leg over his. The feel of his body next to mine was even better than my dream; better than Bill ever had been.

I let out a sigh as I laid my head on his shoulder, curled into his side and closed my eyes. Instantly, they snapped back open when I heard a small groan escape my personal pillow.

Very quietly, I said his name again, questioningly. There was no response. I lifted my head and stared down at him as I squeezed his chest a bit with my hand and said his name again a little louder. He groaned again, but didn't stir any more than that. I didn't worry about it, it was still early afternoon and he wouldn't rise for hours.

I decided to try something. I got up to kneel next to him and gingerly placed my hands on his temples, closing my eyes. Concentrating as hard as I could, I tried to get a read on Eric's mind. I hadn't ever caught a glimpse from a vampire before, but heck, why not try? I was just about to give up when I suddenly got a flash. It wasn't pictures, or thoughts so much as... emotions? Huh. Okay. I tried to get a fix and scooted a bit closer to him, leaning over slightly and focusing on the thread of warmth I could feel humming around in there. What was that? I was suddenly hit with a tidal wave of longing, lust, and... love?

Before I'd had a chance to sort it all out, I felt the wave wash over me and engulf my own mind. For just a split second it was as if we were joined in the sea of emotions I was reading off of Eric. I could almost hear him calling to me and chanting my name; wanting nothing more than to swim to him and hold on for dear life.

Suddenly it was gone, and I realized it was because my hands had dropped from his temples.

"Whoa."

I sat there for a moment before a realization hit me. Eric was dreaming about me. I didn't know they could dream. So maybe this whole blood thing affected him too? He could sense my emotions now, maybe he was just projecting my own? No, it couldn't be. His emotions were different from my own... weren't they? I couldn't lo..... OSM moment. Oh my god. Did I?

I can't rightly explain why I did what I did next. I can only say that I don't regret it.

I rose up from kneeling and swung my leg over Eric, straddling him as I tore the sheet back. Ever so slowly, I lowered my myself down until I was met with a gracious plenty of Viking Vampire. Oh yes, he was ready. Amazingly, so was I.

Before I took him into me I wanted to see if he would rouse, so I simply pressed against him and leaned down with my hands on his magnificent chest. I let my mouth find his and gave his cool lips a gentle kiss, then took his lower lip into my mouth and sucked it greedily. There was no response from him other than stiffening where our groins met. I took it as an invitation.

I rose up and let my hand trail down to his waiting member, my fingers gently caressing the soft skin before I positioned him.

"Eric, it's not just a dream..." I said as I pushed myself down him, around him.

I threw my head back and a sound of satisfaction came out of me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Inch by inch I brought my hips closer to his. It was agonizingly slow, but there was so much of him that I had to be cautious. When my mound finally found him, I was more filled than I had ever been. It was more than just his length that filled me, too. It was his essence, his emotions, just Eric. Even in his sleep, I could feel a connection that I had never experienced and that I ached for.

Lifting and sinking myself slowly at first, I let my hands roam his stomach and chest. I took in every inch of him as I looked down to see his perfect sleeping form; the look of contentment still there, still beautiful and peaceful. I wondered what he was feeling now, so I placed my hands back on his temples as I rode him slowly.

What I got this time was intense joy, slight bewilderment, and overwhelming love again. I could understand those. If some part of him were aware of what I was doing he would be bewildered at it; heck, even I was a little bewildered about my apparent molestation of Eric in his sleep. Somehow I didn't think he'd mind.

"Sookie," I heard. I immediately opened my eyes and stilled myself, pulling away from his mind. I looked down at his perfect face. Maybe I had imagined it? Yes, had to be. Eric looked exactly the same, eyes still closed, lips still slightly parted. He was unaware. The clock said 2:18pm on the nightstand, so I had many hours to go.

Then I noticed his hand was on my thigh as I was pushing myself down on him. Okay, when did that happen? His hand wasn't squeezing, so I didn't worry about it. Instead, I reveled in the fact that his hand was on my bare skin as I rode him; it made me even hotter for him. My right hand found it's way to my nub and began to help me towards my climax as my left hand went to his on my left thigh and squeezed it to me tighter.

"Eric..." I breathed. I could feel my release building as I continued my movements. My pace became more frenzied and my hips took on a life of their own as I bucked and writhed atop him. I had the brief feeling of regret that he was unconscious for our first time, but it quickly passed when I remembered he'd tricked me into drinking his blood. Guess we're even.

My breaths became more ragged as I felt my walls start to clench and my legs start to stiffen. I plunged down a few more times when I felt him swell inside me and that sent me over the edge, Eric coming right with me. Literally.

I couldn't move for a good full minute. I just propped myself up with my hands on Eric's chest again and waited until I could breathe normally before I rolled off him and to his side.

I had the presence of mind to dial down to the front desk and ask for a wake up call in two hours, just in case. That would leave me time to shower and flee the scene before either Eric or Bill woke. I kissed Eric's cheek lightly and said "Sweet dreams," before I nestled into him and drifted off myself.

Thank god I'd asked for the wake up call. I was in such a deep sleep that I barely registered the phone ringing at first. Finally though, I had acknowledged it and hauled myself out of bed. I had to admit, waking up and seeing Eric next to me was a hell of a lot better than seeing Bill. I giggled a bit at my own ridiculousness, chastising myself for thinking ill of my supposed boyfriend. A situation I will have to remedy soon. There it was. The pink elephant in the room. I pushed it back into the closet as I got up and gathered my clothes, making my way to the bathroom.

I turned on the water as hot as I could and scrubbed every inch of myself; three times. I knew a vampire's sense of smell was really really good, so I used as much hotel soap and shampoo as I could, hoping it would help mask whatever trace of Eric remained. I toweled off and hung the towel to dry, then slipped back into my tank and shorts.

Eric was just where I had left him, har, so I went to the bed and leaned down, giving him a quick peck on his soft and cool lips.

"Maybe next time you will be conscious," I joked as turned off all the lights and made my way to the door. I took one last look at his sleeping form and the sheets I had gently placed back on his naked body.

I closed the door, stepped into my bunnies and went back to my own room.

After I'd dressed and been sure to use lots of smelly hair products and even some perfume, I sat in the living room of the suite and watched some TV until Bill woke and joined me. He told me that Nan Flanagan and her group were to meet with us within the hour and that Godric and Eric would also be coming. I acted as normally as I could, resolving that once this whole mess was over I'd have a sit down with Bill and redefine our relationship. By redefine, I meant end. I just couldn't be with him anymore knowing I felt more strongly for Eric. Although I felt some guilt over what I had just done across the hall, I had to admit to myself that I didn't feel as bad as I thought I should. I attributed this to knowing in my heart that Bill wasn't the right one for me and the sneaking suspicion that Eric was. I could only hope that in his waking state, he felt the same.

All through our meeting with the HBIC vampire, Nan, I caught myself stealing looks at my dream lover. I tried to keep it to a minimum but I just couldn't help myself and I'm sure Bill noticed. Oh well.

A few times I saw Eric looking back at me with an almost questioning look and when his gaze met mine I tried to convey all that I was feeling. The talk quickly turned heated as Nan chastised Godric for his handling of the Fellowship. I tried my best to put in my two cents, but she was having none of it. When Godric finally got up to leave, I could tell by the looks and few words he and Eric exchanged that something was amiss; boy was I right.

During our brief meeting on the roof, I put all thoughts of Eric and myself out of my head and focused on just being there for Godric. He shocked the heck out of my by asking that I take care of his child; I didn't quite know what to say. Whether it was his 2000 years or his relationship with Eric I don't know, but it seemed like Godric had some insight into what was going on between the two of us. I had to be there for someone who so obviously needed it.

After it was over and Godric was gone, I went back down to my room. I saw that Eric's door was ajar, and before I realized it I was walking in and closing the door behind me.

"Godric is gone," was all he said before he looked up at me as I touched his face. My heart ached for the loss he was suffering from, and I just couldn't leave him. I knew Bill was waiting for me, but to hell with him. Eric needed me and I was going to try to comfort him any way I could.

I kissed his face lightly, and when he looked at me I could see a multitude of emotions; hurt, longing, despair and confusion. These weren't normal Eric emotions; Eric was usually devoid of all emotion. I took it as a great compliment that he would be so unguarded with me.

When I went to pull away, Eric grabbed my wrist and locked eyes with me. I barely registered the red trails his tears had left down his face and chest as I stared into those endless blue orbs. Two whole minutes must have passed as he seemed to be searching my face and my own gaze for something; my soul perhaps.

"I dreamed today," he said.

"I did too."

"I dreamed you were here with me, while I slept."

The look on his face held a new emotion; it was hope. I touched his face again as I answered him. "That's because I was."

He stared at me a minute longer as his grip on my arm relaxed and he began to rub circles on it with his thumb.

I sank to my knees in front of him, his gaze following me as I did. "Now's not the time, Eric. When we get back home... There are things I need to take care of." I nodded my head towards the door to indicate the 'thing' I was referring to, "Then we can speak of this."

He gave a slight nod and then gave a small, almost forced, smile before leaning down and rubbing his cheek against mine; smelling my neck as he did.

"You smell of me. Did you... Did we..." he began. I didn't know how to have this conversation with him, so I simply kissed him on his cheek and squeezed his hand. I stood and walked towards the door, but turned to him at the last moment to find him still sitting and watching me. I said "You'll remember the next time, I'll make sure of that," then I walked out the door.

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Losing It

It was July, 1969, and I was a twenty year old virgin. It wasn't for lack of trying, let me tell you. I had been out with a few boys but it never seemed to be the right time - or the right boy. I had gotten so used to my sexual status that I didn't even think of it anymore, really. All of my friends just assumed I was focused on school and not free love. That was partially true. I loved school and loved my classes but I was kind of feeling the drag of my lacking social life. Maybe it would change this summer.

I was home from college on break, enjoying kicking back and swimming every day at my brother's house. It was odd being back in the house with him after living at school for the past two years. I didn't come home the previous summer since I had enrolled in some classes to get a jump on my sophomore year. Always the responsible one, I am. Our parents had died when we were both young, so my brother Jason had inherited the house. He was all I had left of family and I loved him dearly but he was a little wild sometimes.

"Sook! Sook, we got some people coming by tomorrow night for the moon thing. You think you could make some food? You know I don't do much but grill..." I heard him call to me as I lay on a towel next to the pool. The sun was my only vice. I loved to tan. I also liked to tan in peace without interruption, but it was his house. I was no gourmet chef but was a damn good cook and Jason loved having me at home because it meant home cooked meals for him. He could be an unappreciative ass sometimes but the one thing he never forgot to thank me for was dinner.

"We're having a party for the moon landing, Jay?" I asked as I squinted and turned my face up to look at him. This was big news and I for one was excited to see another planet.

"Yeah, Hoyt and some of the guys are coming over. Bringing some people from Shreveport in, too. They want to have a pool party and shit. You know I never turn down a party when there'll be girls in swim suits, Sook." Jason waggled his eyebrows with that last part. My brother, the man whore.

"Sure, I guess I'll make some stuff but you are paying for it. I don't have the money to feed your friends, Jason."

He came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, thanking me and saying he'd leave some money inside. He quickly ran out and hopped in his truck. I could hear him laying rubber down our street for a good twenty seconds. I had to snicker at him. He was just such a boy.

After laying out a while longer I finally meandered into the house, grabbed the note and money Jason had left and changed into some shorts and a tank top. I made my way to the store and grabbed everything I thought I'd need and was glad that Jason had left me plenty of money. He really liked to have people over and never skimped on that front. I finally made it back to the house by five p.m. and had just put everything away when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Is that my best friend in the whole world?" I heard a sweet familiar female voice reply.

"Amelia! Oh, so glad you called! Where are you, why aren't you here yet?"

"Aww, the Beetle blew a tire a couple hours out. It's almost done being fixed. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be around when I got there."

"Flat tire? You ok? Yeah, I'll be around all night. The Little Prince is out entertaining someone tonight," I snickered. Amelia knew all about my brother and his womanizing ways.

"Cool. I'll be on the road again in a few and see you in a couple hours, Sookie! Love you! Gotta go!"

"Love you! See you soon, Ame!" I hung up the phone excited. Amelia had been my best friend for years. She and I were at different colleges now but tried to see each other whenever we could. She had agreed to come stay with Jason and me for a couple of weeks before going to see her parents. I couldn't wait! She was just so much fun and everyone seemed to have a blast around her. She was nothing if not a good luck charm.

I checked to make sure the guest room was all set up for her, fluffed the pillows on her bed. I set out in the kitchen and made side dishes and was just rolling pie crusts when I heard the front door open. It had been a couple of hours so I assumed it was Amelia. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard her squeal at the sight of the kitchen.

"Pies!! Oh yes, Sookie. I knew I loved you from the moment we met. Are these for me?!" she asked as she came to sit on a barstool at the counter I was working on. She eyed the crusts like she hadn't eaten in a week.

"Hands off! These are for Jason. He and Hoyt are having some pool party tomorrow night for the moon landing and he asked me to cook for him. I'm almost done in here--won't be too much longer."

Amelia immediately perked up. "Party, eh? Will there be... boys at this party? Boy's we don't know, perhaps?" She had that look in her eye and a devious smile on her face.

"Well, knowing Jason there will be girls here too. I hope you brought your suit. I guess there are some people from Shreveport coming. Should be plenty for you to chose from, love." Amelia was a free spirit and didn't have any problems with one night stands. I respected her. She was pretty discreet about it but that didn't mean I wanted that life too. She was the only one of my friends who knew I was still a virgin.

We chatted for a bit more as I finished the pies. Then we made a few appetizers together while catching up on her family and Jason's latest antics. We laughed and joked as if we had never been apart.

Finally, I settled her into her room and went to my own. I figured tomorrow would be a long day tidying up the house and making sure the pool area looked nice so I needed to get a good night's rest. I made a mental list of everything I wanted to do the next day as I was drifting off to sleep.

"Rise and shine!" Amelia said as she came into my room holding pure gold in each of her hands.

"Mmmmm, you made coffee! Will you come back to college with me and wake me this way everyday?" I teased as I took a mug from her and sat up in bed.

"Yeah, not so much, Sleeping Beauty! You know it's noon already, right? I've never known you to sleep in late. What did you do yesterday before I got here, run a marathon?"

"Noon!! Crap! Ame, I have to tidy up the house and the deck! Shit shit shit." I threw back my covers and gulped the coffee down before I could spill it on myself.

After pulling on come clothes and brushing my teeth I scooted outside to make sure the area surrounding the pool and deck looked good. There were few pool toys laying around so I tucked them in a neat little pile. I set the area to rights and continued my inspection inside. After about an hour of cleaning I was finally satisfied with the place and turned my attentions to the kitchen. Amelia helped me put the finishing touches on the food and we both hustled to our bedrooms and began yelling back and forth about what to wear.

I wasn't really as fussy about clothes as Amelia was, so I opted to wear my black bikini with a clover green short peasant dress over it and some cute wedge espadrilles. Amelia was in a dark purple halter bikini and a tie dyed wrap skirt with flip flops. She looked amazing, as always.

An hour later, Jason strolled in and went straight to the shower to wash off the perfume he had brought through the house on last night's clothes. That was nothing new.

Hoyt showed up not long after that and opened the fridge to put in all the beer he'd brought but quickly realized that wasn't going to happen.

"Wow Sook! You guys made a lot of really delicious looking stuff! Is there enough ice in the freezer for me to put all this in a cooler outside instead?" he called out to me as he eyed the food that was crammed into the fridge.

"Should be Hoyt, if not we can run into town and get some more." I ran to the garage to get an ice chest and quickly came back to help him load all the beer in. The three of us sat and visited for a while and then were joined by Jason. Amelia and I started to put out some food when more guests arrived and suddenly there was music and splashing and laughter filling our house and back yard. It was a perfect summer afternoon and I couldn't help but enjoy myself as I watched my brother live up to his legacy as being the life of the party. He was such a goober, but I loved him.

I was on my way back inside, having just delivered the steaks to Jason at the grill. The house was empty as everyone was in the pool or sitting on the deck snacking on the buffet and I took a minute to enjoy the peace and quiet. I grabbed a beer from the fridge that I had stashed away earlier and leaned against the counter with my eyes closed, just listening to the sounds around me. I was so engulfed in my own thoughts I didn't notice that someone had come in until I felt a tap my shoulder. I swear I about jumped out of my skin and let out an exasperated, "Shit!" as I whirled around only to be met square in the face with a wall of chest.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," I heard echo through the muscles I was still pressed against.

"Hmm, who.." I mumbled, oh so less than eloquently as I regrettably backed away from the warm almost-embrace of the extremely tall stranger. My words stopped when my gaze made it all the way up to his face. He was so tall, maybe six and a half feet. He was easily the most beautiful man I had ever seen and I don't mean beautiful in a girly way either. His face was ripped straight from a Greek statue and what I could see of his body from the tight tee shirt he wore mirrored that. My mouth instantly watered and I felt my cheeks flush.

He let out a stifled chuckle, no doubt seeing the pink blush color my face had taken on. His golden hair hung at the sides of his face and bounced with each laugh.

"Sorry, this is Jason's house, right?" the stranger asked me. His incredibly deep and blue eyes stared into my pale blues. I felt as if he could see my thoughts with those powerful orbs. I quickly realized that I was being a fool headed idiot and found my voice actually did work properly.

"Yes! This is Jason, my brother's, house. Sorry, I'm Sookie!" I said as I stuck my hand out. Can't forget my manners even if I had already drooled on this man's chest. Or at his perfect chest. God...

He smiled at me and I swear my knees almost buckled! He had the sexiest damn lopsided grin. His perfect pink lips framed beautiful white teeth. His chin had the lightest bit of blond stubble and the corners of his eyes wrinkled up just pulling you into him. I could stare at him all day--that is, if he wouldn't think I was a moron while doing it.

"Hey, I'm Eric. My friend Pam said this party was happening and that I should come by. I hope that's okay." I had been so struck by his eyes that his voice had finally penetrated my haze. It was deep and husky and sounded like sex. I felt my pulse quicken and a warmth start in my belly that I didn't know I possessed. I knew I was in trouble when I had a flash across my brain of taking this man to my bedroom and offering my virginity to him. Wait, did he just say a girl invited him here? Should have known... the hot ones are never available...

"Oh," I started. I might have sounded a bit dejected. "Yeah, I don't know all of Jason's friends so she may already be outside. Everyone is swimming and Jason just fired up the grill. There's beer out back and some sodas and stuff in the fridge here so just grab whatever you'd like." I smiled my trademark nervous grin and quickly got back into hostess mode.

"Wouldn't that be a bit forward of me?" he said. I must have had a confused look on my face because he just stood there, staring at me with those too perfect eyes. It finally clicked. Did he just come on to me?! Did he want to grab me? Yes, please!

I could have come up with any number of equally suggestive replies. Instead, in my inexperience, I just blushed and said, "Why don't I show you out back so you can find your girlfriend and get a drink." Idiot. Chicken. Stupid, idiot chicken! "We're going to come in to watch the moon landing in a bit, so make your self at home," I added. Yes, make yourself at home. My bedroom is the second door on the right. You can stay with me, handsome stranger…

I didn't chance another look at his gorgeous face. I just grabbed the beer I had almost dropped several times during our brief exchange and started towards the back door. I was just about to open the sliding glass door when I felt Eric adjust the small puffy sleeve of my dress that had bunched up at some point. He leaned down and I could feel his warmth on my neck as he practically breathed, "I never said she was my girlfriend." I instantly wanted to jump in the pool to cool my raging hormones down. I smiled as I opened the glass door and stepped out into the warm night.

An hour later, Jason turned on the television and called everyone in. The astronauts were actually about to set foot on the moon. I can't tell you how exciting it was to watch and hear them all the way from space! I stood in the back of the living room just taking the scene of our crowded house in. There had to be about thirty people in the living room all perched on any surface they could find, and several were sitting on the floor. We all watched for over an hour just in awe of what was happening. I suddenly felt so small and insignificant that I just wanted to take a breather and get out of the house for a while. I had already seen what I wanted to on the TV, so I sauntered out back and checked on everything.

I noticed that we were indeed almost out of ice, so I decided I would run that errand. Jason was leaning on the arm of the couch and I bent down close to him to tell him I was headed to the store for provisions. Without even taking his eyes off me he reached in his pocket and grabbed some bills, stuffing them into my hand.

I went to Amelia and bent down to her level also, the pretty blonde she had been talking to eyed me and I was sure she was looking down my dress to my cleavage.

"I'm heading to the store. We're out of ice. You need anything, Ame?"

"Nah, Sook. I'm fine." She turned to the leering blonde. "Pam, you want anything at the store? Sookie is going to get ice."

"Oh, this is Sookie?" she asked, turning her gaze back to me with a new sparkle in her eye. "Yes, I think there is something I need. Let me grab some money. I'll be right back." She hurriedly skipped away as I turned towards my room to grab my keys.

A minute later I came back out to Amelia. "Sorry Sook! Pam is a little drunk already. I was telling her about you earlier and she was sayin' she really liked your cooking." She had a smile on her face that told me one thing: she was lying.

"I don't want to wait all day for Pam. Tell her I'll be out front, ok?" I said as I stood up and walked out to the front of the house. I didn't want to dwell on what she wasn't telling me. I knew I could corner her later and make her spill it. I leaned up against my car, just thinking about what I had just witnessed on television and feeling smaller all over again. Thank god I was already outside lamenting or I might have driven myself crazy!

"Hey, can I give you a ride to the store?" I heard. Just before I turned around I was alerted by my tingling nether regions who the voice belonged to. Hot dreamy Eric was standing there looking all sexy and shit, waiting for my reply.

"How did you know I was going to the store?" Oh my God. He had his tee shirt in his hands. He was just wearing shorts. Wet shorts. They clung to his legs, among other things. His chest had drops and rivulets of water all over, running down his perfectly sculpted muscles. I think I might have fainted if I hadn't been digging my nails into my palms so hard. I willed my eyes up to his face. His blonde hair was wet and clinging to his shoulders. God, I was just gone at that point. He would be my undoing.

"Oh, well Pam said you were going and she asked if I'd get something for her. Is that cool?" He grabbed his hair and wrung it out before he began pulling on his tee shirt. His muscles flexed and strained as he put on the sexiest damn show I'd ever seen. Before I knew what my mouth was doing - I sure knew what I wanted it to do - I had agreed to let him drive me to the store.

We made our way to the sidewalk and Eric guided me to his car. God, so perfect. He had a bright orange '66 Chevelle. As I hopped in the passenger side I glanced back, taking note of the large back seat. Plenty of room... the little vixen inside of me said.

The ride to the store was short, and before I knew it Eric had us parked and was walking beside me through the front doors. He told me he'd be right back and ran to get whatever Pam had requested as I turned towards the ice. I grabbed a couple of bags and went to stand in line. In just a minute Eric returned with something small in his large hands. Oh his hands. Don't get me started on those hands and what I wanted them to do to me...

"Tootsie Pops? That's what Pam wanted!?" I almost snorted with the absurdity of it.

Eric almost looked a little sheepish when he replied. "Yeah, well I think she just wanted me to have an excuse..." he started and then smiled that damn panty-melting smile at me.

Thank god I was holding two bags of very cold ice because I felt like I was about to burst into flame at that moment. I turned around so Eric wouldn't catch the crazy grin I had on my face as his words sunk in. Pam wanted him to have an excuse to go to the store with me? Pam wanted him to come with me? Why?

With my back still to him I handed my money to the cashier for all of the items and scooped up the ice as I said, "Who said you needed an excuse?" I turned around and gave him a sweet little smile as I made my way to the doors. What has gotten into me?! I thought, walking towards the car.

After I stowed the ice in the back and got in, Eric turned in his seat to face me. His arm rested along the seat and his hand was dangerously close to my shoulder. He said, "What is it about you? Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are?" He didn't come any closer although I could tell he wanted to. I just giggled and asked, "Just how much have you had tonight? Should I be driving us?"

He looked directly into my eyes and said, "I've only had one, right after I got to the party. I had to have something to take the edge off since I'd just met the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen." He wasn't smiling now. In fact he looked stone sober and completely serious. He also looked sexy as hell and I wanted nothing more than to jump him in the backseat but I just giggled and leaned over to give him a chaste peck on his cheek. He looked stunned for a moment, then grinned at me and started the car. Creedence was on the radio as he backed out of the spot and I began to tap my foot to the song I Put A Spell On You. He certainly had.

Did I really just kiss this gorgeous man? Did he really just tell me I was beautiful? The most beautiful?! Yes, my virginity was in serious peril with Eric, and I didn't even care.

We chit-chatted on the short car ride and we were still chatting away when we walked into the now empty house. I could hear the music back on so everyone must have decided to head to the pool once again. Amelia was coming out of the bathroom and said she needed help with something in her room so Eric took the ice and candy out to the back as I followed her down the hall.

"Spill it! I saw you grinning like a fool through the back door when that guy Eric got here and now you look like you are high on fairy dust! So spill it--you like him or what?" Boy, she didn't waste any time.

"Ame, he's so totally out of my league, don't you think? But god, he's hot and he told me I was beautiful. I swear almost assaulted him in the parking lot! Hey, what was that thing with Pam by the way?" I think all my words ran together. I was still on my Eric high and not thinking straight.

"Ahhhh, so you do like him." She had a grin like the Cheshire cat on her face; that could mean one thing and one thing only. Amelia was up to no good. "Oh, Pam. Isn't she hot? She might have tried to get information about you from me earlier. It might have been right after Eric asked about you. But if you don't think you have a chance, I can tell her you aren't interested..." That bitch. She knew how to work me over, that's for sure!

"He asked about me?! What did she say exactly? What did you tell her, Amelia?!" I sounded like a cross between a thirteen year old girl and a stalker. I did not like my own tone.

Amelia laughed at me and told me not to worry--it wasn't much. Pam had just asked if I was single and the basics like that. Amelia had given her next to nothing, saying only that I was home for summer from college and not a bimbo. Thanks, Ame. 'Not a bimbo.' Okay, there are worse things to be. I shrugged.

We laughed at my being so giddy for a bit after I gave her a play by play of the store run, then made our way back out to the yard. Amelia flittered back over to Pam near some chairs and I spotted Jason near the pool. I wanted to see if he needed anything so I began to walk in his direction. I was nearly there when a couple of guys started rough-housing and knocked me over. Fan-freakin-tastic. I knew I'd take a hard hit if I hit the pavement so I tried to lean to my left once I knew I wasn't going to recover. My target was the soft water of the pool.

What I actually ended up landing on was Eric. He was in the pool and managed to dive and catch me so I didn't fully submerge, but I might as well have because the only thing that didn't go under was my head. Here I was, soaking wet in my dress and sandals in the arms of Adonis in swim trunks. It wouldn't have been so bad at all except on the way down my espadrille caught the pavement and I twisted my ankle.

"Son-of-a!" I started to say as Eric brought his arms up under me and pulled my clothes-clad body toward his naked and rock hard abs. God his arms felt good under me... Stupid pain in my stupid ankle had to go and remind me that I couldn't just stay there forever.

"You okay, Sookie? You know that you aren't supposed to dive in the shallow end, right?" he said with a laugh and began carrying me to the steps.

"I think I twisted my ankle on the way down. Shit, I'm sorry I totally fell on you!"

He chuckled as he said, "You didn't fall on me, I grabbed for you." Then he winked. He walked up the steps and out of the water effortlessly with me in his arms. Boy was strong. I wrapped my arm around his neck as I wiped water away from my face with the other. He was taking us straight to some lounges that were empty in the far corner of the yard.

"Which ankle is it?" he asked as he set me down to lie on the lounge chair.

"Right one."

He sat down and gently pulled off my soaked sandals, being very careful and gentle. I briefly registered that my dress was absolutely clinging to my body giving him a view of every curve I had. I looked down to see that my nipples were hard and visible from under my dress. I began to tug it off since I was wearing a bikini underneath as Eric inspected my ankle for damage. It didn't hurt that bad but I dreaded walking on it anytime soon.

"Doesn't look broken, but you should stay off of it," I heard him say. I only heard him because at that moment I had the soaking wet dress wrapped around my head trying to pull it off, failing miserably.

I heard him laugh and he said "Can I help you out of your clothes, Sookie?" as he tried to untangle me. Can I help you out of yours? Yes, please, all of them. Now! I'd swear I was acting like a drunken fool if I didn't know any better.

"Thanks. I thought I was going to die in there," I said to him after he handed me the mass of wet fabric. I wrung it out and hung it on the back of the lounge.

Eric was staring at me in my black bikini like he was in the desert eyeing a mirage. He appeared to shake himself and snap out of his momentary daze and said, "Do you want to get back in the pool and swim a bit with me? Keep some weight off the ankle?" His blue sapphires turned to puppy dog eyes and I couldn't turn him down. I was already soaked and admittedly the water did feel amazing.

"Sure, but I think I need some help back in if you wouldn't mind giving me another ride." I might have put a touch of sassy in my voice when I said it. I won't lie--I wanted him to touch me more, touch my bare skin.

I didn't have to ask him twice. Before I knew it he had scooped me up and was holding me close to him as we made our way back to the pool. I saw Amelia give me a look as Eric was getting us back in the water. She and Pam were up on the deck watching as he waded us towards the far end away from everyone else. Let her look. I was in the arms of a god, damnit! She had even agreed he was perfection. I secretly hoped she was jealous and wondered where the heck that thought had come from.

"Looks like all the rafts are in use. Guess you'll just have to use me instead," he said as he swiftly and expertly swung me around so I was on him piggy-back style before I could say Marco Polo. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Please, please, please let this man like me as much as I seem to already like him.

I was laughing and telling Eric he must be part dolphin as he swam us around the pool for a while. He told me a couple of times to hold my breath and then he dove under with me on his back, popping back up. He made me forget my growing attraction for him, but as soon as an empty raft floated by and he placed me on it I remembered oh so quickly how hot he made me.

Eric pulled my raft and walked us over to the corner as he sat on the small step there, laying his arms across my midsection to hold the raft close to him, almost as if I was lying across his lap in the water. The touch of his skin on my abdomen made my insides scream out for more. How do you make a move on a guy this hot? I had never made a pass at a guy, and I didn't know how to but boy did I want to. I had just about made up my mind that I would just ask him what he was doing for the rest of the night and see if he got my hint when he took the reins from me.

He started to say something and then stopped. A few seconds later he asked if my ankle was feeling better.

"It is now, thanks to your expert care," I said. I moved my hands to rest on his forearms that were still across my stomach. I absent-mindedly traced circles on them and gently squeezed.

After a couple of minutes like that, he pulled me in a little closer and looked into my eyes. "Sookie, would your brother try to kick my ass," he started, looking around and then looking back at my face, "if I kissed you right now?" He finished it very quietly. If my face hadn't been less than a foot from his I might not have heard it.

I don't know what came over me. I have never been so bold, but I wanted this man's lips on mine more than I wanted air at that second.

"You shouldn't be worried about my brother because I'll kick your ass if you don't kiss me right now."

The look of shock was on his face very briefly, followed swiftly by a look of lust. That damn sexy grin appeared and his hands moved to my hips to turn me towards him and pull me in closer. I closed my eyes as his perfectly soft lips ghosted like butterfly wings over mine. They fluttered once more, then came at me full force. I brought my hand up to his gorgeous face as his tongue darted out to trace my lips and then press between them seeking entrance. I parted them and felt him smile against me as his tongue began to massage my own.

I had kissed a few boys before, but now I was kissing a man. A man who knew damn well how to kiss. I moaned lightly as his hand moved to my back and the other pushed the raft out from under me. Without breaking contact of our passionate kiss, Eric had placed me on his lap and was holding me tight with both arms wrapped around me. God I never wanted to be anywhere else ever again. I wanted to live in this man's embrace and kiss him for the rest of my life. I had the fleeting thought that this was where I was meant to be as our kiss deepened and I moaned into his mouth. I wrapped one arm up around his neck and tangled my fingers into his wet hair, pulling lightly to expose his neck to my hungry mouth. I heard him let out a growl as I placed sloppy open-mouth kisses under his jaw and down to his collar bone. I nipped and sucked at the wet skin, savoring each noise I heard coming from him. I was just about to tell him to carry me into the house when I felt him stiffen and let out a soft, "Oh, shit!"

"What the hell are you doin', Sook!" I heard bellowing out from the deck across the pool. Shit was right. It was my cockblocking brother, Jason.

I buried my face in Eric's chest and began to laugh. Getting caught making out by your friends? Not so bad. Getting caught making out by your older brother in his pool? Not so groovy.

I heard everyone else start hollering and laughing and heard Amelia tell Jason, "Aww, she's just having a little fun, Jason. Don't worry about her. She's a big girl." I loved that pain in the ass at that moment.

I turned in Eric's lap to look at Jason, not ignorant to just what had popped up while we had been getting acquainted. He called out to me, "You okay, Sis? That guy's not bothering you, is he?" as he took a step closer to the pool and gave the 'protective brother' stance.

"No, Jason, he's not bothering me. I'm fine. Go back to whatever you were doing and leave me alone!" I made a 'shoo' motion with my hand and watched as he got a sly little smile on his face and turned back to the brunette he had been talking to. That was easier than I thought; he must be in a good mood.

I turned as well and looked up into Eric's highly amused face.

"Well I guess he's not going to kick my ass. That's a relief," he teased and kissed me gently on my oh-so-ready lips. I made a decision then and there that I wanted to bed this man. It might not be tonight, but it would happen. First things first, I wanted out of this pool, away from prying eyes, and I wanted Eric with me.

"Can you help me into the house? There's something I need," I said into his lips as I kissed him.

"Absolutely," was all he said as he pulled me in tighter and stood up, stepped out of the pool and practically sprinted towards the house. I reached out for the door to let us in, then slid it shut behind us as he held tightly onto me.

"Where?" was all he asked as I directed him down the hall. I stopped him in front of the linen closet and reached in for two towels, then pointed to my door.

This was it. I was bringing a man into my room. I wanted to jump up and down with excitement but two things stopped me: looking like a fool in front of said man and a bum ankle.

Eric shut the door behind us with his foot as he tossed me playfully down on the bed. I bounced and let out a giggle. I handed a towel up to him as I sat up and began wiping the water off of myself.

Once we were toweled off a bit, I threw my towel down by the door and he did the same. I scooted up the bed on my back and kept my eyes on his the entire time, willing him to come with me. He did, crawling up on his hands and knees until he was hovering directly above me.

"What did you need, Sookie?" he said as he leaned down and kissed my neck, brushing my long wet hair off to the side. The sensation of his words on my skin sent shivers down every inch of me straight to my core. This next part was going to be difficult.

"You," I started out. "I needed you here, in private, so I could tell you something." I put my hands on his shoulders as he lifted his face up to look into my face. I squeezed to let him know I wanted him right there, that he hadn't taken things the wrong way.

Eric sunk down and put his weight on my body. Oh god, he felt so good on top of me. He rested his chin lightly in his hand, elbow propping him up above me and continued looking into my eyes as he said, "I'm right here, and I'm all yours," and gave me a smile. I'm dead. I'm totally dead and this is heaven. He's mine.

I put my hands to my face. How do you tell someone who you are absolutely positive must be a sex god that you are a virgin and you want them to be your first?

"Sookie, you can tell me..." he said as he rubbed his knuckles along my side. I wanted to melt. I was melting. I could feel my melting pooling between my legs already.

"Eric, I...I'm..." I started, still hiding behind my hands. Damnit, you are a grown-ass woman. Stop acting like a child. Just spill it.

I took my hands away from my face. He looked like the most innocent angel ever painted. He looked patient and understanding, caring and loving. How could you keep anything from that face?

I was so quiet when I said it, I myself didn't even register that I had told him my biggest secret. "I'm a virgin." There, you did it. Good job, Stackhouse.

As soon as I realized that it had passed my lips my hands flew back to my already blushing face. I could feel the heat from my cheeks on my palms, but then I felt something else. I felt Eric bending his face down and kissing my chest. I took my hands away again and looked at him as he planted another kiss and looked up at me.

"What? Say something!" I finally whispered after we had been staring at each other for what felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or two.

He smiled at me. "Sookie, I was afraid you were going to tell me that you had a boyfriend or something that would just break my heart. Instead you tell me that you've never been with a guy. Honestly, Sookie, it's a shock. I can't believe someone as beautiful as you is still a virgin." Break his heart? Was he admitting I had his heart?

"So.. wait. Are you okay with it?" I asked him.

He paused briefly before saying, "I'm okay with it as long as you tell me when to stop. I don't want you to feel rushed into anything." Yep, total keeper.

I let out a sigh I didn't know I'd been holding and put my hand to his cheek. Now for step two...

"Eric, I only wanted to tell you before you found out on your own." I watched his face as he realized what I was telling him. I was giving myself to him, being completely open and honest with him.

He pushed himself up off of me and brought his lips to mine with an intensity and passion I can say has never been duplicated in the history of the world. He felt on fire, his warm tongue expertly massaging mine as I brought my hands over the tight muscles in his back and shoulders. I could feel his growing arousal on my leg and was suddenly scared. It felt so big!

"Sookie," he whispered between kisses, "Are you sure?" He kissed down my cheek and neck to my collarbone.

"Look at me, Eric." He did as I asked. "I want this. I want you. I'm ready." I meant what I said and I tried to send my assurance to him through our eye contact. That was all it took. He smiled at me--not his sexy smirk but a genuine warm-hearted smile.

Eric got up off the bed and locked the door. I turned on the lava lamp on my desk and he took my cue and turned off the overhead light. The room was enveloped in a purple glow that gave off just enough light to see Eric clearly as he made his way back to me.

"Sookie, do you have..." Eric started, but I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"I'm on the pill. Is that okay?"

He nodded and said, "It's been awhile for me, and I've always used protection. Is that okay for you?" He was rubbing his hands at my sides. I trusted him. I don't know why but I did. Looking into his eyes, I didn't think he would be able to lie without them giving it away. I just nodded at him. I didn't want to talk anymore.

I ran my hands up Eric's smooth chest and up to his neck, standing on tip-toe to kiss his lips sweetly. I heard a small sigh from him as my lips trailed his jaw to his collar bone that let me know he liked what I was doing. Eric began to untie my bikini top and I felt it slip off of me and fall to the floor as I moved my hands around to his back and brought them down to his waistband. I continued kissing my way across his chest as I took one of his nipples in my mouth, running my hands lower and squeezing his phenomenal backside. I heard a rumble from his chest as I did and suddenly he had picked me up and brought me back to the bed, laying me down gently. I watched as he bent down and hooked his fingers into the sides of my bikini bottoms and tugged them slowly down my legs until he had slipped them over my feet and deposited them somewhere on the floor without so much as a glance in their direction. His eyes were on me the entire time, drinking my naked body in.

"You are so amazing. How did I get so lucky?" he said, so softly I barely heard him. Eric stared into my eyes as he stood again and untied his shorts, slowly sliding them down, stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed. The brief glimpse of him completely naked took my breath away. He was perfection. How did I get so lucky? was more like it.

I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me. I was so worked up that I was ready for him now, but he had other ideas. He kissed his way down my neck to my chest, cupping my breast with one hand and taking a nipple in his mouth. I closed my eyes and gasped as I let the sensations take over. He continued until I thought I would explode, then moved further down, kissing my belly button on the way.

Eric brushed his cheek along the inside of my thighs as he settled in between them, wrapping my legs up and over his shoulders as his hands came around me. He leaned in and just as his mouth was about to touch me he looked up and winked at me. The next sensation I felt was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Eric licked my folds from bottom to top, using his thumbs to spread me. I moaned and pushed my hips towards him in appreciation. He continued massaging me with his tongue until he found my sensitive nub, taking it between his lips and gently sucking. I moaned with the intensity and instantly felt the pressure building in me. The god between my legs then moved one hand to my entrance, gently pushed a digit inside of my hot wet core sending new sensations unlike anything I'd ever felt from the top of my head all the way down through my toes. I felt him add a second finger and I realized that I was beginning to moan louder and louder, moving my hips towards him with each thrust.

"Eric... I'm... I'm..." The pressure in my head was so great and I felt the blood begin to boil in me. Eric sucked hard and plunged his fingers into me faster and faster until I fell right over the edge. My vision blurred and I saw stars, literally. I was gasping for air and looked down as I felt Eric crawling up the bed towards me once more. I latched my arms around the man who had just given me my first orgasm, aching to have him inside me. He kissed me and I could taste myself on him as I sucked hard on his tongue, wanting to take in any part of him I could.

"Eric, please. I want you now," I managed to get out in between my ragged breaths and fervent kisses. "Just be slow..."

I watched as Eric positioned himself at my entrance. He rubbed gently along my all-too-ready folds and looked at me. "I'll be slow and gentle, but it will hurt a little," he said quietly.

I nodded at him and matched his stare as he gently started into me. I took in a sharp breath as I felt him spread my walls slowly, and tried to relax as I felt him gently push in a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt a sharp pain for just a few seconds as Eric's hips met mine. He was all the way in and I felt completely and utterly filled. He paused for a moment and bent down to kiss me gently before he slowly pulled back out. The pain was replaced with a pleasure even greater than he had already given me and I was soaking up every second trying to commit it to memory. Eric pushed into me slowly a few more times before I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him to me faster. He simply smiled down at me and obliged. I broke his gaze to look down as he entered me. Watching the two of us connect like this was so erotic to me and my moaning let him know it. His pace increased and he plunged into me with a new vigor.

I could hear his small groans as I moved my hand to his nipple and gently pinched and pulled it. He closed his eyes and let out an exasperated, '"Ahhhhhh," as I moved my mouth to his other nipple and sucked. I was losing my mind and knew I was on the verge of another orgasm.

"Sookie, I'm almost there. Come with me, love." As he said it he gently tilted my hips up while thrusting into me again. He hit a completely new spot in me and I came unglued. Every time he rushed back into me it felt like a shiver from the inside out, building towards an explosion of sensations. I was practically screaming with every pulse and my fingers and toes began to tingle as I felt the blood rushing to my head again.

"Eric.. ahhhh.... ahhh!"

"Oh, shit, Sookie! Ahhhh!" he called out at the same time. I could feel him pulse inside me with his release and I hugged him tightly into me as it set off my own. My eyes were wide open yet all I could see was bright white light. My whole body was on fire and I felt more alive then I ever had before. Eric collapsed on top of me and all I could do was wrap myself around him. After a minute of nothing but the sound of our panting, Eric brought his head up from my shoulder to look into my eyes as I ran my fingers into his messy blond hair.

"That was..." he started to say.

"Yeah..." I breathed out, still dazed from the mind bending orgasm he had just given me.

Eric rolled over and lay next to me as I curled into his side with my head on his shoulder and an arm across his chest, feeling completely sated and relaxed. He kissed the top of my head and sighed, sounding just as contented as I was.

Finally, after a few minutes he said, "Sookie, I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked as I lifted my head to look at him, setting my chin on his chest. What could he be sorry for? He was perfect!

"For not coming to one of Jason's parties sooner to find you. You're amazing," he said as he kissed my forehead.

I giggled and saw him smile as I said, "Well, then I guess you'll just have to make it up to me all summer long."

He did, for two glorious months. Eric and I had our Summer of Love and each day was better than the one before. We spent a lot of our time in the Chevelle which he even let me drive a few times. He said it was hot seeing me drive it and every time I did we ended up in the backseat. I dreaded the end of summer every day and every night, knowing that my time with Eric was coming to a close. We never discussed it, choosing instead to just enjoy our time together, until finally a week before I was due to leave Eric gave me the biggest shock of the summer.

"Sookie, I'm leaving to head back to Shreveport next week and I'd really..." he started.

"WHAT?!" I cut him off. "You're going to Shreveport?!" I practically shrieked at him. I had a huge smile on my face and I'm sure he thought I looked like a crazy person.

Hesitantly, he started his reply. "Y-yeah. I have a job at my uncle's shop there. I just took the summer off to come hang out with everyone before they went back to school. Why? What's wrong?" His face told me he really didn't know and I was suddenly so happy that tears just started streaming down my face.

"Eric, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is great! I know we never talked about my school but maybe we should have." I paused. Would he even want to still see me after the summer? I had to hope, so I continued. "Honey, I live in Shreveport. That's where I go to school." I waited. I watched his face. At first it was almost like he didn't comprehend what I had said. Slowly, a smile spread across his gorgeous and talented lips as he grabbed me up in his arms and spun me around. He peppered my face and neck with kisses and finally asked me if I'd be his girlfriend. I agreed and we began making plans for our trip back home together.

I'll never forget that first summer. It was the first of our life together and it holds countless memories. I can still remember the way Eric's face looked in the purple glow of my lava lamp when he took my virginity. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect first time and even though Eric is the only man I've ever slept with, I know it wouldn't be better with anyone else. We truly made love that first time and it's continued to grow even deeper ever since. We still have Eric's old Chevelle, and every summer we drive it listening to Creedence thinking about the Summer of 1969.

Love in an Elevator

I was finally done with my work conferences and had one last night to myself before I headed back home from Los Angeles. I was tired, cranky, and feeling pretty stale. What I needed was a drink, so as soon as I returned to my hotel I went straight to the bar.

"Gin and tonic, please," I managed to grumble out to the bartender as he slid a napkin in front of me. I perched on the barstool and let out a long sigh. I also somehow managed to utter a "thank you" as he set the full glass down. I was just about to take a drink when I had a moment of utter clarity. This was a sipping drink. I needed something a bit stronger first.

"Wait," I said. The bartender turned around, ringing his hands with a towel. "Give me a shot of Crown Royal first, please." He grinned at me and got to work. I noticed his nametag. Scott.

"One for you and one for me. I hate to see people start out drinkin' the hard stuff alone," he said as we clinked our glasses and tipped the liquor down our throats.

"Thanks again," I told him, setting the glass down on the counter and going for the gin and tonic. He replied, "No problem, let me know when you're ready for another," and then he walked down to another customer at the end of the bar.

I stewed for a bit, thinking about my jackass manager who had sent me to this conference in the first place. Why the hell was I forced to come to this? Oh, that's right. Because Arlene had her new boyfriend Terry coming over for the weekend and didn't want to change her plans. Bitch. I had a life, too.

Wait. That was a lie. I had no life. I let out a 'dammit' without realizing it and that's when I heard it.

The chuckle was coming from a man three barstools down. I turned to look at him, and if I hadn't been in such a foul mood I probably would have smiled. He was extremely attractive. He had pale blond hair that was just long enough to run your hands through and pull. His skin was flawless, and his features were strong. Even sitting, I could tell he was a tall man, well above six feet. He filled out the dark blue button down perfectly and his dark gray slacks clung to well-shaped thighs. You could just see the confidence rolling off of him, but not in an arrogant way.

I stopped drooling and turned my stare to his face. He turned to look at me and I was struck by the most perfect blue eyes I had ever seen. They were so dark and sparkling. They were like mirrors to the night sky. Even from this distance I could see there was a lot behind them. I shook myself and narrowed my eyes at him, and he chuckled again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh but you seem to be having the kind of day I'm having and it's nice to know I'm not alone in my reverie." My god. His voice was like orgasms and chocolate and new episodes of True Blood all rolled into one. In other words, it was sexy as hell.

Quicker than mental calculable, I weighed my options. I could either A: ignore the gorgeous stranger who had just struck up a conversation with me, return to my room bitter, and have no fun on this worthless trip. I didn't much care for this option, personally. Or, I could B: ignore my inhibitions and speak to this man, and possibly have a fulfilling conversation. At least I wouldn't be drinking alone like an old alcoholic, right? I chose C. Drink with him and then take him upstairs for hot drunk random sex; the kind his voice was just dripping with. The kind you just knew this mountain of a man could provide. That is, if he was up for it.

"Scott, some shots for my new friend and I?" I called out down the bar. He nodded at me and I hopped off my stool, walked down and parked my butt next to blondie.

"So your day has been shit too?" I asked as I took a draw from my almost exhausted gin and tonic.

"Yes and no, parts of it were shit but overall it might be one of the best days ever." The corners of his mouth turned up as he said this.

"Interesting. Shitty but awesome? Huh. Mine was just shit. Self realizations are shit, let me tell ya," I finished just as Scott was setting two shots in front of us.

"Well, here is to the evening being better than our days," he said as we toasted and tossed. I couldn't have agreed more and let him know that.

Before I could ask, Scott had set another gin and tonic before me and another drink in front of the stranger as well. We began talking about nothing in particular, nothing personal. He was actually quite funny and charming, and soon I found I was coming out of my funk, and actually enjoying myself.

Imagine my surprise when Scott announced last call. We both seemed to have a healthy buzz going, but nothing crazy so we opted for one more shot. It dawned on me as I swallowed and closed out my tab that I had never asked my new friend his name, and he hadn't asked mine. Maybe it was better this way?

I stood up from the barstool to head to the elevator and promptly fell on my ass. As I was laughing at my stumbling behavior, my stranger stood up to his incredibly impressive height and offered me a hand. I was slightly startled when I stood up and my eyes met with his fabulous chest; I was placed perfectly at his nipples that were just visible through the thin fabric of his shirt. Mmmmm....

"Walk me to the elevator?" I said coyly into said perfect chest. What I didn't say was "walk me to my bed?" although I desperately wanted to.

The stranger obliged, and soon we found ourselves in front of a touch pad with doors sliding closed in front of us. We both reached for the numbers and both pressed seven. How coincidental, eh? I giggled, I'm sure of it. My mind was doing those drunken flip- flops, flitting from one subject to another, but all of the thoughts seemed to center on getting this mountain of a man naked. I worked myself up so much that I just couldn't take it anymore, and I turned towards him and launched myself at him.

There was no question in my mind that he didn't enjoy my acrobatics as his arms came around me. He hitched his hands under my ass and pulled me up as my legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths met. His mouth was like fire and ice at the same time, and the sensations were killing me in the best possible way. They were soft, yet strong as they parted mine, and his tongue danced into my mouth. I could taste the bourbon on him as my hands instinctively went to his scalp and wound into his blonde locks. I tugged a little to pull his head back, exposing his gorgeously tanned neck, and took my own hot mouth to it, placing wet, sloppy kisses, and suckling greedily. When I nipped at his earlobe I could hear his satisfaction, and feel it as well. His arousal became evident to my groin that was pressed so closely against his own. He walked us toward the elevator wall and pressed my back against it, freeing one hand from my ass to move it up to my face. He cupped my cheek as he kissed me again with a heat and passion I longed for in other places then he pulled back.

"What is your name, my lover?" he said in a voice so cloaked with lust I swear I almost came right then and there.

I shook my head no. "No names. Just call me your lover all night." It would only complicate things, wouldn't it? And by god, the way he said 'lover'... it was almost better than him saying my name.

He kissed me again, and I could feel his smile against my lips. He pulled back again as I was in agony with longing for him inside me.

"Then what will you call me, Lover?" He dove into my neck, and plundered me with his lips. I almost couldn't think straight, but the way he was ravaging my skin I suddenly had a thought.

"My Viking."

He apparently liked that; he let out a growl, and plunged his face into my ample cleavage, pulling my stretchy top down slightly to greedily lick at the swell of my breasts. I moaned, and reached my hands down to the hem to pull the damn thing off when I heard the elevator chime that we were at our floor.

"Mine or yours?" he asked me. Does it matter?!

"I don't care if it's in the hallway for fucks sake. Just get me out of these clothes, Viking!"

He growled again as he led me into the hallway. Then he stopped and handed me a key card and said "711, I'll meet you there." I gave him a confused look, and he pointed to the sign that read 'vending machines'. "Protection?" he said as he walked towards them, pulling out his wallet.

"You're gonna need it," was all I said as I practically sprinted down the hall to his room. I briefly had a thought that I could still go to my room and not have hot fucking sex with this really, really ridiculously good looking man; but the next thought I had was "Why the fuck would you ever, ever, ever think that?!" and I had to go with that one. I needed this. So badly.

I came to 711 and went inside, leaving the safety latch out to hold the door open. I headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up quickly, then bounded out to the main area of the room to wait for my Viking. As I was taking off my shoes and unzipping my skirt, I wondered why I had chosen that name for him. Oh yes, because I wanted him to plunder and ravage me and he was 6'4'' of blond haired blue-eyed beauty, with muscles to match. I chucked my blouse over my head and tossed it in a nearby chair. How could I have chosen any other name for him? I wondered if his real name was Sven or something equally as Nordic.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even hear him enter and lock the door; instead I felt his huge warm hands on my hips dipping into the waist of the skirt and pulling it down to the floor. It pooled around my feet and I stepped out of it, turning to see my new friend as he withdrew the belt from around his pants and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of my top. His blue eyes bored into mine as he unbuttoned his pants, and I worked on his shirt buttons.

"Were those garters I felt on you, Lover?" He asked as he let his pants drop, and he kicked them away.

I finished with the buttons, and pulled the shirt over his shoulders and down his fabulous arms. My god, he was even more beautiful than I had imagined! He had, easily, the most perfect body I had ever had the chance to touch; and oh how I would touch it.

"Yes, and now you'll have to take them off of me," I said as I kissed his chest. I backed up to sit on the bed, but he had other ideas. He took my hand, and led me to the dark balcony, opened the door, and set me on the small dining table there.

"I want to see your beautiful body under the stars," he started, leaning in close to my ear while he leaned between my legs in only his black silk boxer shorts. "I want to watch you come while you are bathed in moonlight, Lover." Oh, I guess he would be dining on me. Perfect.

He began kissing my neck again as my arms trailed up and down his muscled back. I lightly scratched with my nails, and I could feel him rumble with appreciation. His mouth found my jaw line, my earlobe, that soft spot just below it. He licked along my collarbone and I moaned, unable to contain my want for him. I let my hands drop down to his perfect ass, and snaked under the waistband of the soft boxers to feel even softer skin with hard muscles underneath. He flexed it for me, and I felt a smile on the skin of my chest as he made his way to my bra. I squeezed his cheeks harder as his mouth found my nipple, and I threw my head back. I wanted the flimsy fabric out of the way and he seemed to as well as his hand reached around to unhook the offending garment. I quickly shucked it as his mouth claimed one nipple, and his hand squeezed my heaving breast. I felt his other hand caressing my thigh, playing with my garters; then it made it's way further north to the place I wanted him most.

I slowly leaned back on my elbows as he leaned down with me, looming his perfect body over my half naked one. He kissed my breasts, my stomach, and my sides. I felt both of his hands on either of my hips, taking the thin straps of my thong and yanking hard. I heard the fabric snap and let out an excited gasp as I said "Mmmm, living up to your name."

The look he gave me as he dropped my shredded panties was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. His perfect smile came up in one corner to give me what I was sure was his trademark smirk. The perfect mix of devious, and sexy, and delicious. I had never felt the need and want to have someone in me so badly as I did in that moment.

I swear he was able to sense my need because he slid a chair around and sat in it directly before me. I hitched my legs up and placed my stocking clad feet on his strong shoulders, as his hands came around them to rest on the tops of my hips. His strong tongue licked all the way from mid thigh to my hot, ready center and sent shivers all the way through me as the cool night air touched the wet trail. When he got to my core, he stopped and looked up at me, willing me into a staring match as he lowered his head and began to make me squirm with pleasure. He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. I knew within thirty seconds that he was a god among men and I would never have anyone better between my thighs.

His hand found its way down as his thumb began to massage my clit and that just did me in. Soon I was wiggling and bucking under his talented hands and mouth and shouting out obscenities to whomever was seven stories below on the sidewalk. My hands flew up in the night air grabbing fervently at the stars that I was seeing, both real and orgasm induced.

Before I knew it my Viking had scooped me up and brought me back inside the dark hotel room, tossing me down on the bed.

In my post-orgasm haze, I was able to turn my head and watch as the mythical creature known as Sex God pulled his silk shorts down, revealing a gracious plenty standing at full attention.

"Holy mother..." was all I was able to breath as he climbed on the bed and reached to the nightstand for the condoms he had bought earlier.

"Let me," I said as I took the small foil package from his hand. "Sit back for me, Viking," I said, coming up to my knees in front of him, as he obliged. I let my hand go to his ready cock, touching him lightly at first; teasing groans out of him. I bent down and gave the head a lick before ripping the package open and rolling it down with a stronger hand than I had stroked him with before. Kissing my way back up his chest, I stopped at his nipples and gave them both some hungry licks and bites. I was once again rewarded with groans of pleasure from him and continued to flick one with my finger as I brought my face to his.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked. His eyes said to me what his voice could not; he simply nodded as we stared at each other.

I crawled atop him, my nipples reaching out and grazing his chest as I lowered myself over his waiting hardness. I put my hand to the back of his neck as I pulled a handful of his hair, and brought my mouth to his. He kissed me back deeply, our tongues fighting passionately and I tasted my own juices on his lips. That was all I needed and I plunged down on him, taking in his full, and very impressive length. We both moaned into each other's hot and wet mouths as he filled me with every inch of himself. I slowly pulled back up and plunged down again as our kissing gave way to panting, and his hands came to my hips. Soon, he was pulling me down with even more force and I was loving every thrust my hips were met with.

He moved his mouth to my hardened nipple and took it in, nibbling at it as I threw my head back in ecstasy. My Viking knew how to fuck. and drive me wild from that first kiss. I almost asked for his name so I could scream it out, but I could barely breath with what he was doing to me, let alone speak.

When I felt I was near to the edge of the cliff, my moans became deeper, and closer together. I heard him say, "Come for me, Lover. Come with me," and he sped up. He moved a hand down between us and began to play my clit like a world-class pianist. I gave over to the sensations, and soon I saw stars again as I felt him pulse and throb inside of me with his own release. I held his head to my chest, my arms wrapped around his neck in a desperate attempt to be as close to him as I could. We stayed intertwined, him still inside me, until the aftershocks had passed and we had regained our breath, eventually falling on the tousled bed next to each other.

Luckily for me, the Viking had purchased a four pack from the vending machine. We used them all over the course of the night, and claimed every flat surface in the hotel room, plus the shower.

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The next morning, I awoke to see him still sleeping next to me. I registered what had taken place the night before by the disheveled state of the hotel room, and the pleasant aching in my body.

As quietly as I could, I gathered almost all of my clothes - one stocking was unaccounted for, as was my ripped thong - and dressed in the bathroom. When looked in the mirror I registered the sad state I was in with the dark circles under my eyes and the 'sex hair' I had going on. It looked like a bird had made a nest in my golden locks. I stifled a giggle as I crept back into the bedroom and went to the desk. I wrote out a note to my sleeping giant, and before I could think about it, I had signed it with my real initial. Oh well, let him wonder.

Viking,

Thank you for four rounds of the best sex of my life.
It wasn't such a bad day for me after all.

~S

I kissed it and left a lipstick print on the paper, then set it on my pillow and quietly walked out of the room.

I showered, dressed, and packed my bag before running out of the hotel as quickly as I could. I stopped at a bistro to have a quick breakfast before I made my way to LAX to catch the flight I was surely going to be late for.

The whole way there I was thinking about the amazing adventure I had found myself party to the night before. I had never had a one night stand, let alone run out on anyone in the morning, and it made me smile at myself and how brazen I had been.

Security took longer than expected, and as I ran to my gate they were already making their last call. I hustled to the counter, gave the woman my first class ticket, and made my down the ramp.

I was just about stunned as I found my row and saw the face staring up at me from the seat next to mine.

My Viking's face broke out in a huge smile and he shucked his sunglasses and stuck out his hand.

"Eric Northman, and you are...?" he said with that trademark sideways grin of his that I had found so sexy last night.

I pulled off my own sunglasses and beamed back at my sex partner, "Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse. Looks like my day just got even better."

Plastic Passion

A/N~ I used to own a Totally Hair Barbie, but beyond these characters are owned by other peeps. I just take them for rides in mah Jeep.

I should note: This was originally written for a Fic exchange on LJ. Since it's submission, I have changed a few things, but not too much.

Thanks to Lil, joie, and Sun for their help with this little beauty. :) Big kisses to you gals!! :*

I hope you enjoy it!! Just a little fun Halloween-ness. ;)

amanda



"Hurry up and pick one, you know I don't have all day."

"Well hello to you too, Pam! My day is going fine, thanks. How's yours?" That Pam. Always cutting right through the pleasantries and going straight to the point.

"Fine, fine. Hi Sookie, how are you? Now, would you please stick your fucking hand in the fishbowl and pick out a slip of paper?"

I laughed at her and did as she asked. Every year Pam threw an elaborate Halloween party, and every year there was a different theme. She did things a little differently though; she liked everyone to dress up and made costumes mandatory and fun… For her. She made sure every single person drew a costume out of her fishbowl. There was one for guys and one for gals and they were always matched sets. You never knew what or who you would end up with.

"What's the theme this year, Pam?" I asked as I pulled out the slip of paper and read what my costume would be. Oh, hell!

A wicked smile crossed her face as she said simply "Toys."

So, that was how I came to be walking up to Pam's door, in five inch pink patent platform peep toe pumps. And a pink trench coat. Truth be told, I was a little nervous to take off said coat since there wasn't much costume to be had underneath it.

I could hear music and people laughing, bottles clinking together. Typical party noises. I rang the bell and took a deep breath as I smoothed the coat over me.

Pam's face broke into a huge grin as she opened the door to find me there in all my pepto bismal colored glory.

"Oh thank god! I was worried you'd pussy out on me, darling!" She practically launched herself at me, gripping me into an enthusiastic hug then pulling me in through the doorway.

As she led me quickly up the stairs and to the master bedroom to deposit my purse, I had a chance to take it all in. Her house was packed. Pam's parties were always magnificent, but this was just.. beyond.

"Oh. My. God. Pam! There are wayyyyy too many people here.. I can't.. I just.. Ohmygod." I started to panic as she pushed me to sit on the edge of her bed.

"Oh no you don't! Do you know how many of the sluts downstairs wanted the costume you picked? You're hotter than all of them, Sookie. Come on, take off this coat, let me get a look at your outfit." She was peeling the coat from my shaking body and I let her. We'd been friends for years and she'd seen it all before.

When she finally freed me from my pink prison, she immediately stood up and placed her hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Her eyes were huge and I looked down at myself thinking I had spilled something or the fabric had come loose.

"What? What's wrong? Did I pop out?" I smoothed my hands over my body looking for whatever had her gaping at me.

"No. No Sookie, it's perfect. I'm sorry, it's just... You really do look just like a fucking Barbie doll! My god, it's perfect. Ken's going to lose his shit when he sees you." The devious glint that I had come to know so well was back in her eyes as she took my hands to stand me up. I did a slow spin for her, looking over my shoulder and giving her a wink. We both cracked up as I made my way to the floor length mirror to straighten up before heading downstairs.

Yes, I was Beach Barbie. Pam's slip of paper had only said 'Barbie', but I'd added the beach part. I absolutely loved laying out in the sun and working on my tan so it only seemed natural. I had on a pink sequined string bikini top with matching bottoms that tied at the sides. A sheer pink skirt that also tied at the side completed the fabric of my costume. I went to my bag and grabbed the pair of oversized pink sunglasses and stuck them in my overflowing blond waves on top of my head.

"So who is my Ken, anyway?" I asked her as she touched up her lipstick in the mirror.

"Sookie, you should know by now that I can't tell you; you have to go find him. But, I can tell you to look for a crowd of whores. They are all oogling him so you had better fucking rescue his ass." Her tone told me that she wasn't joking so I prepared myself to go be Hero Barbie.

Pam led me back downstairs and I was able to finally take in her outfit; she was GIJANE. Her outfit consisted of booty shorts and a sleeveless button up jacket that was tied tight around her midriff -- all in camouflage. She had a camo army hat on and shiny dog tags that were clinking together while nestled in her cleavage. Her black knee high combat boots had fishnets underneath, contouring her shapely legs. I had to admit, Pam looked hot. If I swung that way, I'd swing that way... if you know what I mean.

After twirling me around the room and saying my various hellos I made my way to the kitchen for some refreshments. I could tell that every guy I passed was staring at my scantily clad body, but for one night I just decided not to care. I was going to have fun, and that meant letting loose and just enjoying myself.

When I popped into the kitchen, I walked up to the bar and stifled a giggle as I took in the costume before me. The bartender had to be at least 6 feet tall and fairly bulky. He was dressed like a teddy bear with a tan and red jacket on, his name tag read 'Teddy' and there was a giant cassette tape drawn onto his back. He smiled as he took in my costume and asked what my poison was.

"You're joking! Well, I never thought I'd be asking for a gin and tonic from Teddy Ruxpin, but here I am!"

"I never thought I'd see a woman look good covered in head to toe pink, but there you are!"

I blushed as he mixed a drink for me. We made some small talk, and then I took my liquid-fun and made my way around the room. I really need to find my 'Ken'... I thought to myself as Pam's words echoed in my ear. Rescue him from whores. Right. Well, I had my mission, now I just needed to acquire the target.

Ten minutes later, I had him in my sights. Well, not him, but a crowd of skanky women dressed in next to nothing. I guessed them to be a pack of Bratz dolls come to life. I peered into the crowd, trying to get a look at their poor helpless victim.

"Move, junior whores!" I muttered under my breath as I craned my neck around. The Mattel gods must have been smiling down on me because just then one of the stripper-esque women grabbed two others and hauled them off to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. They better use industrial chemicals to get all that 'fresh'... I thought to myself and giggled a bit. I was about to mentally chastise myself for being a snarky bitch - even if it was just in my head - when I spotted pink.

My eyes started at the bottom and worked their way up. I saw feet. Huge feet clad in flip flops, attached to tanned and muscular legs. Swim trunks. Pink. Fucking. Swim trunks. They were slung low on his hips, showing off that deliciously smooth V on either side of him. The abs, god! You could wash clothes on his stomach. Not that you'd ever want to put clothes on that body. His pecs were smooth and tight, the kind that just begged for your hand to reach out and touch and squeeze and massage. Gah, my breath stuck in my throat as I stared longingly at his neck. I wanted to lick every single inch of it. Who knew clavicles could be sexy, right? When I finally made it to his face, I was sure I'd attracted attention in my stock-still state. Plus the drool on my chin, that couldn't have helped me remain incognito.

His face. How best to describe perfection? I can't, I just can't. He was absolutely gorgeous. Perfectly proportioned, perfect skin tone, perfectly kissable and suckable lips that I wanted to have all over my body. His blue eyes were bright and shining against all that tanned skin, and the hair... Wait. What the fuck was going on with his hair?! I let out the loudest belly laugh ever and I'm sure several people turned to look at me as I laughed all to myself. It's plastic!! Oh man, he really was my Ken. He was wearing some sort of fake plastic helmet made to look like perfectly coiffed blond hair.

He looked at me as I let my belly laughter out in tides, then suddenly he was coming towards me. Oh shit! Wipe the drool from your chin!

I watched him approach from across the room. He took me in in much the same manner I had done to him. Starting at my pink clad feet, he worked up my nearly naked legs to my shimmering bikini and gold 'B' charm necklace. I could tell when he got to my face that he was happy with what he saw. He smirked. Not that "I'm a cocky sonofabitch" smirk. It was, and I shit you not, the sexiest motherfucking facial expression anyone could ever give to another human being.

His eyes danced as the smirk broke into a goofy lopsided grin and I swear if I wasn't in a room full of people I would have touched myself right then.

"Are you my Barbie?" the living breathing piece of perfection said, finally stopping directly in front of me.

Oh, I'm yours alright. "You must be my Ken?" I said, I tried hard not to let my eyes wander back down to those naked nipples. I failed. I registered how I had called him my Ken. Wait, he called me HIS Barbie, didn't he?

"Yes, I'm your Ken," he leaned in, took one of my hands and kissed it. Before I could even register the hand-kiss, he was leaning into my ear, speaking again. "But I assure you, I'm 100 percent anatomically correct."

Fuck me.

***

An hour later and Ken hadn't left my side. I cannot even tell you how good it felt to have such gorgeous man candy on my waist. Yeah, I said waist. Ken put a plastic arm around the small of my back all night, sometimes switching it to hover around my shoulders. I admit it, I leaned into his embrace. I even felt my hand trailing along his smooth and supple flesh on a few occasions. Sue me! He was hot, I was feeling pretty damn sexy and confident, plus there was alcohol involved. If ever a perfect trifecta of 'behave inappropriately and suffer no consequences' had come together for me, this was it.

I excused myself to haul off to the ladies room and was making my way there when GIJane flew to my side and escorted me to her private upstairs bath. I had, effectively, been kidnapped.

"So Beach Barbie, what do you think of tall and blond? Isn't he fucking delicious!"

I walked over to the toilet and took a seat; we had been roommates years ago, she'd seen me pee before so there was no need to be shy now.

"I don't know how I managed to pull Barbie and land THAT as my Ken, but remind me to go spend some money at Toys R Us later in praise, Pam!"

She was still laughing when I finished up and made my way to the sink to begin washing my hands.

"Oh honey, Toys R Us had nothing to do with you and plastic peen being put together. Good ol' Pammie might have arranged that one, dearest." She winked at me in the mirror. I think I narrowed my eyes.

"You set this up? What the hell, Pam!" I wiped my hands in preparation of strangling the gorgeous grunt.

"What the fuck, Sookie? You just admitted to lusting after him, and now you're mad that I put you two together?" She rolled her eyes and applied some lipstick.

What the fuck is right. Why was I mad at Pam for giving me a gracious present? She provided me the tools, now I just had to use them. Mmm, use them.

I smiled at her and she smiled back as I said "Message received, ground control."

I went to the door and opened it, but turned back to her as I stepped out, "Oh, and FYI Pam.. there is no 'plastic peen'. He already told me he's 100% anatomically correct." Let her chew on that tidbit.

**

After stopping off and seeing Teddy Ruxpin once more to grab another G&T for me and a beer for Ken, I made my way back to the life size lust machine. As soon as I came into his radius I felt a smile creep across my face. God, he really was something. He had the whore mafia surrounding him once more, but as soon as he saw me approach he was walking past them to meet me with his own silly smile. Yeah, it felt good to have his attention like that.

He hugged me - he hugged me! - like he hadn't seen me in ages, like we were a real couple. While I was still in his arms - melting inside, I might add - he spoke into my ear again.

"Thank god you are back, you have no idea how vapid and annoying these plastic bitches are. I swear if I have to hear one ask me to take them to the Dreamhouse one more time I'm going to go all Chuckie on them."

I began giggling at his comment while still in his embrace and became painfully aware of my hardened nipples bouncing against his chest while we both laughed. Even though I was sure my cheeks were now red, I couldn't bear to step away from his warm and inviting body. His arms stayed around me so I guess he wanted to stay right where we were as well

I pulled my head back to look at his face and try to get a read on him. Those sparkling blue eyes focused on mine and I read a familiar emotion in them. Lust.

"I... um..." I started. My brain was screaming at me to get out the words 'bedroom' and 'now', but the alcohol impeded the path from brain to mouth. Ken apparently understood my mild retardation in that moment and started to make his way towards my mouth with his own.

Oh yes, yes! Please, I want that tongue, I need those lips...

Just as he was about to grant my every wish and desire with that perfect pout, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Shaking my head to clear it of the lust filled haze enveloping me, I turned, still in Ken's warm arms, to see Mr. Potato Head standing in front of me.

Ken's arms circled my waist, resting at my belly and pulling me tight against him as I muttered a barely audible 'fuck'.

"Hey pretty lady, could I have a dance?" Mr. Fucking Potato Head asked me. I glared at the intruder of awesomeness; how dare he rain on my kiss parade!

"The name's Barbie, mister, and I think I'm just fine where I am." I might have giggled at the sad sack in front of me. Ha! Sad sack of potatoes! Lets face it, the brown haired man was attractive, but not nearly as handsome as Ken. Plus, hello! He clearly was not up on his social skills; he had interrupted us when we were about to kiss - freaking kiss - for fucks sake. Tater Tot here wasn't exactly someone I wanted to get to know after that little intrusion but oh well. I'd just try to give him the message that I wasn't interested and hope he left well enough alone.

Ken must have sensed my tension because without missing a beat he tucked his head into the crook of my neck and placed a few kisses there, trailing out onto my shoulder. I can't be sure, because all I could see were my panties bursting into flames, but I'm pretty sure he was maintaining eye contact with Potato Head the whole time as if to say 'Back the fuck off my squirrel!'. I normally don't go for possessive guys, but fuck if it didn't turn me on.

I let a small moan escape me as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of Ken's lips on my bare skin and his large hands encompassing my naked stomach. I was just about ready to turn in his embrace and hitch my legs around that perfectly naked waist of his when I heard potato head mumble. I flung my eyes open as I caught him saying "Fucking slattern!" before turning tail and stomping off. What the fuck is a slattern? Whatever it was, I got the feeling that it wasn't very nice and apparently Ken did too because next thing I know, I was alone and he was stomping after the King of Plastic Veggies.

I stood there for a minute or two as they disappeared behind a wall into another room. I heard a scuffle, some laughter and finally a roar of victory and applause. I was getting curious so I began walking towards where the noise was coming from but just then Ken emerged. With big pink lips in his hand.

"I figured if I took his mouth, he'd keep it shut for the rest of the evening." Smirking, he handed it to me. It was made of felt and stuffed like a pillow. I giggled and Ken started laughing with me and before I knew it we were full on belly laughing. I reached my hand out to steady myself and of course, ended up stumbling in my ridiculously tall heels. Ken, ever my knight in shining armor, caught me and swooped me up with an arm under my legs and one under my shoulders. I suddenly felt like I was in the adult version of Toy Story.

One look. Seriously, I was silly putty in his hands. Or arms. One look at him and I knew that I'd do whatever he wanted of me and I'd do it with pleasure. Ken carried me towards the stairs and every fiber of my being was crying out with anticipation and excitement before the drill instructor caught us.

"Oh no no, I don't think so beige buster! We're about to vote for best couple of the night and guess who is nominated? Oh yes, you two airheads." Pam. Killjoy. She turned to me, still in Ken doll's arms, and planted a super smooch on me. I felt her tongue lick my lips as she pulled away. My face must have read "what the fuck!" because she laughed her fool head off and said "Oh hush, you needed it! Besides, Ken here hasn't been doing his job so I did it for him." With that she flitted away and started ringing a bell to get the attention of the brightly colored crowd.

Ken looked down at me for a moment with something akin to longing before he finally set me on my feet. We both turned to watch as Pam started rambling on about how glad she was that everyone was enjoying themselves and how great everyone looked. I personally tuned her out as soon as I felt those warm familiar hands on my hips, that is I had tuned her out until she began reading names out for prizes. She kept looking over to Ken and I with a wicked smile and I knew that we would be making our way up to her mock 'stage' sooner or later.

After she called up Raggedy Ann & Andy for 'Best PDA' and Bert & Ernie for 'Best Homos', it was finally time for 'Best Costumed Couple' and I closed my eyes as Pam bellowed out "Beach fucking Barbie and Ken!!!". The rest of the party crowd clapped and made raucous noises of agreement as Ken led me towards the bitch in fatigues for our 'prize'. She handed me a gift bag and whispered in my ear that we should open elsewhere. I shrugged as my male counterpart leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, sending all the Bratz dolls into a frenzy. They were practically throwing plastic daggers at me with their overly dramatic eyes. I'm pretty sure drag queens wore less make up than that motley crew.

Finally, Pam allowed us to exit stage left and I made a beeline for the bar. Gift bag tucked under one arm, I downed my drink in one shot as Ken just laughed beside me saying that he wanted to know what was in the bag.

"She told me we should open it elsewhere. I have no idea what that means." I said to him and laughed as his eyes sparked. Oh no, that was a familiar look that Pam got when she was up to no damn good.

"Oh, I think I know what she meant. Do you trust me?"

Good god, he was asking me if I trusted him? I had just met this guy, but apparently Pam knew him and was all for this.. this.. whatever it was. I trusted Pam, so I guess that yeah, I'd trust him.

I nodded my head and before I knew it Ken was sweeping me up towards the stairs at the front of the house saying "Well then, let's go Booze Barbie!"

**

Two minutes later he had retrieved my purse and pink coat from Pam's room and was ushering me outside. What the.. we were leaving? Ohfuckyes! Finally time alone without interruptions with hunky hottie!

"Are you okay to drive there, Mr. Mitts?" I asked as we weaved through the parked cars.

"Mr. Mitts? Yes, I'm good to go. You said you trusted me, remember?"

"Mitts, you know, Ken's fingers are all stuck together like mittens! I just wanted to make sure you had good dexterity for driving. I'm precious cargo, I don't want your lack of fingers to inhibit my safety." Or my pleasure...

"Oh, I'm sure I'll handle you just fine, precious." He gave me that smirk I'd become so familiar with over the course of the evening and then he was opening a car door for me.

"No fucking way. You. Are. Shitting. Me." It was a red Corvette. Of course Barbie and Ken were getting into a Corvette! I was now laughing hysterically as Ken just stood there unsure of the reason for my gigglefit.

"Seriously? You seriously have a Corvette? Oh my god, at least it isn't pink!" I said as I climbed into the passenger seat. He finally laughed with me a bit as he shut the door and made his way behind the wheel.

Once inside, we buckled and he started the car, then turned to me.

"Open the bag." He said, a dangerously sexy look to his face.

Slowly, I broke the seal on our loot and reached my hand inside. What my hand grasped around made me stifle a groan.

"Fucking Pam!" I laughed as I pulled the contents of the bag out for Ken to inspect. "She planned this whole thing for you and me, you realize?"

I handed him the pink blindfold, pink feather tickler, pink fucking fuzzy handcuffs and pink condoms.

For just a split second he looked dumbfounded. Then the laughter began and he slipped all of the pink sexcessories back into the bag, setting it on the console. We were off the property and making our way through town within minutes and I didn't even question where he was going. I had said I trusted him and I meant it.

Ten minutes later, Ken was parking us in the driveway of a huge McMansion.

"Your Dreamhouse, my lady." Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for me and helped me out of the low to the ground car.

"Is this your place, Ken?" My heels clacked up the driveway as I watched shirtless and shivering unlock the door. It was a bit chilly but I knew I'd be heating him up in a few short minutes.

"Yes, this is my place. Just moved in a couple of weeks ago."

Once inside, I could tell he wasn't joking. There was almost no furniture in the house. A table here and there was about it for the ground floor besides the kitchen which had a couple of bar stools at the counter.

So, here I was in the Dreamhouse. What does Barbie do in her Dreamhouse? She gets nasty Ken. Duh.

I unfastened my coat as Ken set his keys on the counter and watched me.

"Now that you have me here," I said, walking towards him and his beautifully hard nipples. "What are two dolls like us going to do to cap the evening off?"

"Oh, I can think of a few pink things that might be fun." He said as he picked up the bag and handed it to me. Once again, I was swept up in strong arms. We ascended the beautiful staircase and I suddenly wondered if he even had a bed in this barren palace.

I didn't wonder long. Ken brought me into the master bedroom and threw me playfully on, what the fuck else, a four poster bed. Once I realized that little tidbit, I said to him "Oh, you've been reading up on me and my sleeping habits, eh? You know Barbie only sleeps in princess beds!"

Ken climbed onto his knees on the bed as he prowled towards me. God, he could hunt me any day! Safari Ken was fucking hot!

"I don't plan on letting Barbie do much sleeping."

And then it was fucking on.

His hands made their way to my wrap, deftly untying it and pushing it towards the foot of the bed. I repositioned until I was on my knees kneeling as he was, bringing us face to face. He took my sunglasses from my hair and flung them to the floor, then his hands found their way to my waist. God, his touch was hot and sent tingles across me like ripples in a pond. I reached my hands out to graze that glorious chest and felt it rumble in appreciation. I snaked a hand around him and ran up and down his muscular back as my other hand reached up to the plastic blond follicles and gently pulled it off of his head, throwing it into a far corner of the room.

I let out a groan of appreciation as I took in his gorgeous blond mane and ran my fingers through it. "So soft... much better," I mumbled. Ken pulled my body to his and I pressed right into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his face to mine for a searing kiss that only left me wanting anything and everything he had to give me. His kiss was fierce yet reverent and I could swear it was just a bit familiar.

Sometime during our kiss I realized that my bikini had been pushed to the sides exposing my breasts. He palmed them and gently pinched my nipples as my head fell back and a strained moan escaped me. Gently, I pushed him until he was sitting back on his heels. His hands trailed down to my hips and he watched with a hungry expression as I stood up on the bed before him. Placing my hands on his shoulders to keep myself steady, I smoldered down at him as I said "Untie me."

My sexy counterpart obeyed me and his nimble fingers moved to the strings tied at either side of my hips. Never breaking eye contact he pulled gently until the fabric gave way and fell between my feet. He placed gentle kisses on my thighs and I felt my knees getting weaker the closer he came to my core. He seemed intent on teasing me as he made his way up and down my legs, never touching me where I wanted his mouth the most. Dominatrix Barbie it is... I'd just have to take matters into my own hands.

I pushed Ken back until he was leaning against one of the bed posts, then pulled off my own bikini top. The only remaining costume effects between the two of us were my heels, my gold charm necklace and his pink trunks that were now sporting a tent built for at least eight. My god. I grabbed the canopy frame above my head for balance as I slowly brought one leg up and hitched it around his shoulder.

"I want you... " I said, dragging it out as I trailed my right hand down my breasts and stomach until my fingers finally found my dripping wet center. "There." I finished, pointing to my golden curls.

"Mmmm, yes ma'am."

He lifted my leg until I rested one foot on his shoulder, the other still planted on the bed in front of him as I stood there, spread before his lust filled gaze. After about .4 seconds I knew this man was a god. I also knew that I'd fall soon in my ecstasy induced haze if I wasn't careful.

Ken's tongue attacked my glistening folds as his strong hands gripped my buttocks to hold my body to his face. His muffled moans of enjoyment were drowned out by my own as he licked and sucked and nibbled at me in the most delicious way.

"Oh fuck me..." I heard, and realized it was my own voice.

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm," Ken countered, his mouth never leaving my dripping wet slit. The vibrations from it sending chills racing up my spine straight to my scalp. He took me right to the edge reading my pants of delight. Almost.. right... there... Before my orgasm could fully blossom, Ken had grabbed me by my ass and thrown me down on the bed. When I stopped bouncing and giggling like a twelve year old girl, I watched as he stood at the side of the bed and untied his shorts.

Dear newborn 8 pound 6 ounce baby Jesus…

He. Was. Huge. Huge! "Sweet Barbie Dreamhouse..." I didn't even realize the thought had materialized into words until that fucking erotic as all get out smirk played across his gorgeous face.

Ken's sexed up body prowled toward me on the bed. As he came near, his eyes burned into mine as if willing me to submit to him. But I wasn't quite ready to play nice just yet.

"Ah ah ah! Did I say you were the boss? No, I think not." That stopped him in his tracks. I kept my eyes trained on his as I slid off the bed and walked over to the corner of the room to retrieve a chair. Once I had dragged it over to the foot of the bed I pointed at it and said only one word. "Sit."

It was at this point that the music began playing in my head. Oh yes, right now I was hearing Monifah tell her lover to "Touch It".

Once my male Real Doll was sitting in the chair, I stood over him. His gaze started at my heels and inched up my body slowly, taking in all my naked flesh. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. I felt like a sex goddess when he looked at me that way and I so wanted to be one for him. I leaned in close, my breasts grazing his chest and his breathing hitched as I whispered into his ear "No touching. Be a good boy and I'll let you have your playtime." As I licked his earlobe and sucked it into my mouth I heard him groan and it was so fucking hot. I had done that to him with a few promising words and a flick of my tongue. What would he do when I really got going?

The imaginary bass played in my head as I started to sway my hips and my hands ran up and down my sides. Ken shifted in his chair, clearly trying to keep from reaching out and touching me.

"Do you like what you see?" I said as I dipped down low, my thighs spread, showing him what he would soon have but could not yet touch.

Licking his lips, he replied with only a nod, keeping his eyes trained between my legs.

I felt him tremble as straddled him with my legs. His arms instinctively reached out to tough my bare thighs but I swatted them away. When my ass made contact with his lap, I rotated my hips to the imaginary beat and wrapped my arms around his neck. I lifted myself gently and pushed back a little harder, brushing my breasts in his face on the upstroke. God, he was about to come unglued after just a few minutes of this! To be honest, so was I. I wanted him. Wanted him yesterday.

I pulled off his lap and turned my back to him, lifting the hair that was brushing my back. Looking at him over my shoulder was playing with fire, clearly. His strong thighs trembling as if he were about to leap up and grab his prey like a lion.

Finally I'd had enough and decided to go for the gold. I backed up until my cheeks were touching Ken's rock hard abs. Slowly, I sunk down and felt his immense pleasure touch my core. God. Leaning my back into his chest, I put my head on his shoulder and ground into him. Concentrate. Don't. Push. Down. My hands flew to my own breasts and began to tease and twist my already achingly hard nipples, wishing every second that Ken's mouth were on me in those exact sweet spots.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. Turning my head so my mouth was next to his ear again, I whispered, "I think you've been a good boy. Show me what you can do, Ken."

Before I had a chance to pull off of his lap, his hands were on my hips and his mouth found the crook of my neck. In between his sucking and nipping he breathed out "I want you. Now."

You don't have to tell me twice! His strong hands lifted me slightly and I felt his hard mast at my opening. "Do it," I said and he did. His grip on me stayed firm as his hips thrust up and entered me in one smooth stroke.

I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I felt him fill me. His thickness stretched me to my limit in the most delectable way and I smiled as I gently pushed up and came back down on him.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." he murmured into my neck. I pulled myself upright as my pace began to quicken and that's when I felt it. His hand. His hand had moved from my hip and was threading through my long blond waves. His fingers lightly dragged along my scalp and as he pulled his hand away, the digits threaded though the long tresses and pulled.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yessssss" was all I was able to get out as he pulled again, slightly harder than the first time.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yessss...."

"You like me to pull your hair while I'm inside you." It wasn't a question. It was damn statement of fact. My hips took on a life of their own as his dirty talk kept working on my mind. I was really riding him now and his other hand came around to squeeze my right breast, mimicking my own touches earlier. The added stimulation brought me closer to sweet release as I felt the pressure build low in my belly.

Ken said something in a language I couldn't understand, but instantly recognized.

Swedish.

Motherfucker!!!

In the split second that it took to hit me of just who Ken really was, my mind envisioned clearly the first time I had met him.

It was 12 years ago, and I had accompanied my bestie Pam to her family's cabin on the lake for a few weeks over summer break between 9th & 10th grade. A few days in, some of her relatives from Sweden had come to stay and brought their son who was going to be a Senior that year. He was the same height as Pam and I and very skinny, his voice was cracking with all the hormones coursing through his body. I was instantly in love with him and his cute accent.

The night before Pam and I were to leave and head back home, he took me out to the shore after everyone else had gone to bed. He became my first kiss and after we parted lips he whispered "Jag älskar dig". I wondered what he had said but before I could ask we were promising to write and try to come to the cabin the next year. Finally, we parted and went our separate ways the next day.

We wrote for a while, but eventually we just lost touch after a couple years.

It had been twelve years since I'd last heard from him, but he'd never really left my heart.

When it all hit me, I was briefly angry that it had taken him twelve years to find me. But maybe he didn't know it was me? I had changed a bit since then just as he had, after all.

My body quieted my brains musings as my release came nearer and nearer. I tilted my hips slightly to find a new angle and slammed back down into his laps as he gave one last tug to my hair.

"Oh fuck. Eric!" I screamed as my eyes flashed and my orgasm hit me full-force. I could feel my muscles tense around him and then feel his own release deep inside of me as he made grunts of pleasure and pulled me tight to his body. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever experienced.

When our panting subsided, he lifted me off his lap and carried me to the bed where he laid down beside me. After curling into his side, we were still for a few more minutes just basking in the perfect quiet that now enveloped us.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"When did you know, Sookie?" His hand came to my hip and traced circles on my skin. I felt his lips press to my forehead as I took a breath to answer him.

"When you spoke to me in Swedish. You said the same thing you said to me the night before we left..." I sat up on the bed and looked down at him, really truly appreciating his beauty for the first time tonight. "What did you say, Eric? What does it mean?"

He blushed. Eric actually blushed! He took my tiny hand in his own large on and looked me straight in the eyes and responded "I said I love you. I meant it just as much then as I do now."

I melted. Seriously, if your first love had just said he'd loved you for twelve years, wouldn't you melt a little too?

I bent down and kissed him, only this time it wasn't with that hot one-night-stand kind of urgency. It was slow, reverent, reminiscent. It was everything I had wanted to say to him since that night so long ago, everything I wanted him to feel coming from me. Boy, he didn't disappoint. My toes were curling again and I was pretty sure something else was happening in Eric's lower extremity.

When I broke away from the kiss, I looked down and confirmed my suspicions; Eric was at attention and ready to take me again.

"Shall we make up for lost time, my dear Plastic Princess?" His eyes danced with desire and deviousness. I giggled at him.

"Nothing plastic here, buddy. I'm all real." I gave him a wink as I began to stroke him.

"Mmmm thank god for that! Barbie dolls don't have nipples and I so enjoy yours." With that, he took said nipple in his mouth and began working me into a frenzy.

"Yes, and Ken dolls don't have these," I replied as I palmed him more.

"Oh I told you, sweet Sookie, I'm anatomically correct."

With that, Eric and his anatomy proceeded to screw me six ways from Sunday. We took all night and half of the next day to reconnect and talk and explore each other, not even stopping when our cell phones began their incessant ringing. No doubt it was Pam, or Skipper as we had taken to calling her.

"We will have to thank her later, you know." I told him as we were taking a shower and preparing to emerge from our cone of isolation.

"Yes, we will. But you know Sookie," Eric leaned down close to my ear as he said the next words, "The costumes for us were my idea."

And then sexy ass Eric Northman winked at me again as he picked up the gift bag and set out to work.