Up All Night

As the newest member of the Sunny Maid team, Sookie not only makes new friends, but also meets someone she can’t resist: Eric. As they fall in love, they discover they share a past neither knew of. A past that draws them closer and could change the supernatural world forever. feather duster

Up All Night: Chapter 1

Up All Night: Chapter 2

Up All Night: Chapter 3

Up All Night: Chapter 4

Up All Night: Chapter 5

Up All Night: Chapter 6

Up All Night: Chapter 7

Up All Night: Chapter 8

Up All Night: Chapter 9

Up All Night: Chapter 10

Up All Night: Chapter 11

Up All Night: Chapter 12

Up All Night: Chapter 13

Up All Night: Chapter 14

Up All Night: Chapter 15

Up All Night: Chapter 16

Up All Night: Chapter 17

Up All Night: Chapter 18

Up All Night: Chapter 19

Up All Night: Chapter 20

Up All Night: Chapter 21

Up All Night: Chapter 22

Up All Night: Epilogue


Padore and I have been brainstorming on this story for months. It’s still a work in progress, which means many more chapters await you. It begins pre-revelation and I take liberties with the canon, so brace yourselves for that. 🙂

Take Me Now, You Big Viking!

I posted Part 1 a couple of years ago, and just now found inspiration to write Part 2 (thanks Padore and mistressjessica1028). So it’s half old and half new, but you have to wait for the new part until I’m done with edits. 🙂


Take Me Now, You Big Viking! Part 1

This is what should’ve happened after Sookie and Eric are attacked by a mysterious Were in chapter 5 of From Dead To Worse. Sookie comes to her senses and helps Eric recover from the gunshot he endured protecting her. She does more than heal him.



Sookie gave Eric a taste and it’s not enough. He needs more, but Sookie won’t talk to him. After giving her a little time to cool off, he’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.

Take Me Now, You Big Viking! Part 2

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Switched Ch 1: Madness

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

This story takes place during the last little bit of Living Dead in Dallas, but instead of all the bloody madness that happens when the maenad pays a visit to the orgy in the woods, she finds Eric and Sookie fighting their very real attraction (well, at least one of them is fighting it) and decides to give them a little madness of their own. Sam and Bill stay out of the whole mess, and Andy has managed to track down the group of people he is suspicious of murdering Lafayette, like a real detective. And…action!

SeriousCrush has offered to edit yet another story of mine, to which I say thank you and pledge my undying love to her. She is about to have a baby though, so there will come a time very soon where I will have to go ahead without her for a while. When that time comes, I hope you’ll all forgive me for the mistakes that are sure to be present!

The chapters for this story alternate between Sookie’s point of view and Eric’s. It is the first story I’ve ever written from his perspective, so please be gentle when you review. I will warn you now that I am going to make you wait for lemons. How long? That depends on how fast you review…




I was just beginning to regain my breath.

The images I saw inside Jan’s house moments before made me sick to my stomach. They were all in on the murder, all except Tara, which I whispered to Eric in a gush of words on the way outside, in an attempt to get the words out of my system before they made me physically ill. I was so grateful to be draped over Eric’s wide shoulders that I didn’t mind when he put me down on the hood of his red corvette and covered my mouth with his…at first. And then my brain turned on and I tried to push away from him.

“Eric, I told you I am not interested. I came here to find out who killed Lafayette, and now I know. It’s time for us to go.”

“I’m not ready to go,” Eric stated firmly, rubbing his Lycra covered erection against my tightly encased sex.

“Bill…” I whined.

“Bill is not my concern.”

“Well, he is my concern,” I said, feeling my resolve melt under him.

He was about to kiss me again when a noise distracted us. Our faces turned at the same moment as we watched a naked woman appear out of the woods, her inky hair streaming around her, glinting in the moonlight. She was stunning and frightening, and although I had seen plenty of nudity only moments ago, she was like nothing I had ever seen. I stared openly, and as she approached, my skin started to crawl.

“You are a beautiful piece of dead meat,” she said eyeing Eric’s long body appreciatively. Eric gave her a cautious nod. “And you are not drunk,” she observed.

“No ma’am.”

“And you have not had the pleasures of the flesh this evening.”

“Oh just give me time,” I said.

She opened her mouth, tilted her head towards the sky and laughed like a woman possessed. I could feel the muscles in Eric’s arms tense as she laughed. He made no move to leave me, and I felt grateful -yet again- for his presence. I zoned out for a moment thinking of all the times Eric had been in the right place at the right time, keeping me safe. Had Bill ever done that for me? I swept the corners of my mind trying to find some trace…and came up empty.

“You have nothing to do with those people,” she stated as she gazed at the house. I shook my head, feeling my hair sweep across the hood of Eric’s car. “There is something special about you.”

“Me?” Eric asked. I rolled my eyes. “Why do you say that Callisto?”

I did a double take. “Wait, you know her?”

“Not exactly,” Eric said.

“Then how…”

“Actually,” Callisto said, interrupting our banter with her eerily calm voice, “there is something special about both of you that I love. The desire. Lust. Longing. Hunger.”

I put my hands up in a defensive position trying to push Eric off of me. It didn’t work. “Look, Miss Callisto, I don’t want anything to do with him,” I grunted, trying to push against Eric again.

A smile spread across her face. “How interesting. I think that I can prove that you do.”

Eric looked down at me, and then we both looked at her. I narrowed my eyes, watching her mouth move in a silent chant. I tried to listen to her, but her thoughts were charged like electricity, snapping me back into myself immediately. The world spun around me. The last thing I remembered was the dead weight of Eric’s body falling on top of me.


A gruff voice from nearby brought me back to consciousness. “I said, ‘are you two alright?’”

I shook my head, trying to clear the haze that had settled around me, and when I spoke, my voice was deep and rough. “Um, yeah, I guess so. What…” I stopped midsentence, surprised by my voice. I was still unable to focus my eyes, something was definitely wrong.

Andy nudged my shoulder with something cold and hard. “Sookie are you alright?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered touching my pink tank top. I could have sworn I had chosen a white one.

“I’m not talking to you deader. I’m talking to Sookie,” Andy said, shoving me harder.

I felt my body fill with rage. I reached out, knocking the shotgun out of Andy’s hands. While he tried to retrieve it as it fell through the air, I snatched it midair and snapped it in half. Andy stared at me with his mouth gaping open and started to back away. Before too much longer, he disappeared inside the house.

“Oh my god…” I said as I looked down at my hands more clearly. I dropped the fragments of metal and turned back to the hood of Eric’s car, where I came face to face with…myself.

“What the fuck?!” my body said.

“I…how did I…” My mind spun.

“What the fuck are you doing in my body?”

I looked into my eyes again and said “I could say the same for you! What happened?”

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to fucking kill that maenad bitch. I’m going to rip her heart out and eat it while she watches me.” I reeled as I heard such foul language come out of my mouth.

“Watch your mouth, mister,” I said before I could stop myself. “I mean, missy.”

“I’ll tell you what happened. That bitch decided to share the madness with us, which apparently switched our bodies,” Eric said. A naughty look took up residence on my face and then he used my hands to reach inside my shirt. “Mm, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“Eric! Stop it!” I whined, trying to pull them out. I felt embarrassed even though I couldn’t feel what he was doing.

“Make me,” Eric said with my voice. Before I knew what was happening, he was using my hands to rub against the bulge in his pants.

“Stop it. I’m serious,” I shrieked as I tried to smack away my talented fingers.

“Afraid I’ll turn you on? It’s not so easy to hide when you have one of those…” Eric said, touching my foreign body, which was beginning to betray me.

Thankfully, at that moment, a van pulled down the driveway and I jumped away from him. Andy came out of the house with a string of handcuffed naked people behind him. The van was painted white with ‘Bon Temps Police’ painted down the side in bold letters.

Andy grumbled, “About fuckin’ time ya’ll got here! I had to cuff these pervs on my own!”

The two officers on duty that night stared openly at the men and women parading in front of them and didn’t even try to respond to Andy’s gruffness. Andy shoved past them pushing Mike into the back of the van. “If you two dipshits aren’t going to help me load the perps, then at least go get his car ready to be towed,” Andy said pointing to Mike. “I’m pretty sure that’s blood in the trunk, and I’ll bet a million dollars that it belonged to that dead queer.”

I puffed out my chest and stormed over to him, “That ‘queer’ happened to be my friend!” I was on the verge of tears until I saw the fear in his eyes. I almost apologized when I realized that I looked like Eric, and had probably scared the shit out of him, but I didn’t.

Eggs, in a drunken stupor, started confessing to the crime, including the names of everyone that had been present, which was everyone in the back of the van…except Tara, which I already knew.

After Andy had the van loaded he looked at my Sookie body and asked, “Should I arrest you too?”

Eric spoke up (with my voice, of course), “Are you fucking kidding me? She…he brought me here tonight so that we could figure out who killed him. By the way, he’s telling the truth.” Eric tapped the side of my head with my finger, which was enough to convince Andy to trust me.

“Well, then, uh, I guess you can go,” Andy said as he stared a little too long at the steel blue bra peeking out of my white tank top. “So you came together?” Eric and I nodded at the same time. “I don’t need to warn you against going back inside, do I? It’s a crime scene.”

I shook his head. “I need to get home.”

Satisfied with my answer and giving off another wave of fear, Andy slammed the door to the van shut. “Good, then I suggest you both go home. A tow truck will be here any minute to get that car down to the impound lot.”

“I’m driving!” Eric said, as he opened the driver side and slid the seat forward so my short legs could reach the pedals. I walked clumsily to the passenger side and attempted to wedge his lanky body inside the tiny space.

“How do you manage to get this massive body inside this ridiculously small car?”

Eric winked at me and said, “Years of practice. Don’t get too cozy in there, this is temporary!”

I huffed, “You think I want to be in your body?”

He managed to contort my face into a lascivious leer. “I’ve been wanting to be in your body for months now…this just wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Where is Callisto now? Can we just call her up and find out how to sort this out?”

Eric snorted. “I doubt it! Maenads aren’t exactly known for being reliable or trustworthy, so even if we did find her, it would be highly unlikely that she would tell us how to reverse her spell.”

“More like a curse…” I said, looking down into his lap feeling uncomfortable all over again. I also felt something else; something that began to control his body. “Eric…I feel weird.” His fangs descended, and I tried to get them to go away, but I couldn’t.

He smiled and turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway, flipping rocks against the police van and Andy, who was swearing and choking in the dust of the corvette. Eric glanced at me, not keeping my eyes on the road as much as I would have liked, and then he began to laugh. “Welcome to my world. How do you like it?”

“What is it?” I asked in a panic.

“Hunger. You…this,” he said squeezing my breasts again, “smells so fucking good, it’s all I can do to not devour you every time you’re near me.” He continued to laugh, until tears rolled down my cheeks.

I crossed his arms over his chest, surprised when they hit the window and bumped into my real body. How in the hell was I supposed to control a body this big? When our skin touched, I felt a ripple of pleasure wash over me. “You’re so hot.” Another wave of hunger hit me.

“Yes, I am!” Eric said waggling my perfectly shaped eyebrows. By this time, we were on the highway, and without a need to shift gears, Eric took the opportunity to explore the heat inside my very tiny shorts. “Oh yes. Very hot. And wet.”

“Eric do I need to remind you that you are in a mortal body? My mortal body?!” I gave him a stern look reminding him to pay attention to the road.

“You’re right, I have plenty of time to explore your natural bounty.” He winked at me, which only made me gape at him.

“So what do we do now?”

“I want to go home and have my wicked way with myself.”

“Real mature Eric…and then what? You’re content to live in my body, work my job, deal with my life…because I’m sure as hell not content to be stuck in this!” I poked his legs.

Eric’s eyes danced. “You’re right. We really do need to figure out what to do, but there’s not much time left in the night, so it will have to be a topic we discuss some other time.”

“Where are you taking us?”

“Back to my house,” he said without thinking.

“No way. I have to work tomorrow. I mean you have to work tomorrow.” Eric just stared at me. “The afternoon shift. At Merlotte’s.”

“I know where you work,” he said exasperated. “There’s no way in hell I am going to lower myself to serve drinks and food all day.”

“Well you’re going to have to. I can’t afford to lose my job over this, and Sam is already short-staffed right now, so I can’t not show up!”

“I don’t owe that shifter anything!” Eric snapped.

“Well I do, and besides, he may know something about the maenad. I remember him saying something about meeting her in the woods…in a friendly way. Besides, there is plenty I could do with this body that you would rather die before witnessing,” I threatened.

“Perfect.” Eric did not seem thrilled. “What about my body? Where are you supposed to stay during the day while I’m working your shitty job?” While he talked, he turned around on the highway, heading back towards Bon Temps.

“Bill built a hidey hole in my old bedroom. I could try and squeeze this monstrosity into it.”

Eric raised an eyebrow. “Bill has been staying at your house?”

“He’s stayed over a few times. But I never know when he’s going to stop by, or how long he’s going to stay.” I sighed.

“Ol’ Bill’s not doing it for you, huh?”

I put his hand on his chest and looked at him with disgust. “You assume that because he we don’t see each other often that he’s not satisfying me sexually?”

“I never said that. But you just did.” Eric laughed and I turned away from him as much as I could in the small space. “It’s okay, I’m sure I have a lot more to offer.” Eric squeezed his dick through the pink and aqua Lycra, arousing me involuntarily.

I cleared his throat and pushed my hand away. I was struggling to control his desire to reciprocate. “So…are you going to tell Pam?”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. Here call her.” He picked up his phone and handed it to me. I just stared at his phone, sitting in his very large hand. “Dial the number and push the talk button. I would do it, but you might throw another tantrum.”

“I don’t know her number.”

He rolled my eyes and told me her number very slowly, treating me like I was an idiot. Pam answered after the fourth ring.

“Hi Pam, Eric wants to talk to you,” I said, fumbling with the tiny phone and dropping it into my waiting hands.

“Pam,” Eric started. “Will you shut up and let me explain?” He paused and listened to her confused questions. “That’s what I’m trying to explain. Callisto switched our bodies. So now I look like Sookie, and she looks like me.” Eric laughed loudly. “I’m sure you would like that Pam, but I’m staying at her house tonight and working her shitty job tomorrow. We will be at Fangtasia tomorrow night.” He snapped the phone shut and tucked it back into the console that separated us.

I swallowed hard and said, “What did Pam say?”

“That she wanted me to pay her a visit tonight…” Eric trailed off, letting his words sink in, and then he elaborated, “You know…so she could fuck you.”

I would have blushed if I could have. The thought of him using my body to have sex with someone was more than I could handle. “Don’t even think about taking my body out for a night on the town…you have no right!” Eric only laughed. This was going to be very difficult, to say the least.


Who’s up for reading about Eric exploring Sookie’s natural bounty? Or…perhaps you’d like to read about Sookie exploring her new body…I know I would be tempted.

On to Switched Ch 2: Work is a Bitch



This story takes place near the end of LDID-book 2. Instead of the maenad’s bloody massacre, she finds Sookie and Eric fighting their attraction and gives them a unique kind of madness.

Switched Ch 1: Madness

Switched Ch 2: Work is a Bitch

Switched Ch 3: Clam Digging

Switched Ch 4: My Friend Jose

Switched Ch 5: Poetry

Switched Ch 6: The Argument

Switched Ch 7: Done

Switched Ch 8: That’s the Problem with Bloodstains

Switched Ch 9: The Meeting

Switched Ch 10: Interrupted

Switched Ch 11: Going Downtown

Switched Ch 12: The Crimson Tide

Switched Ch 13: Memento

Switched Ch 14: Happiness Equals Shopping

Switched Ch 15: I Am NOT Being High-Handed

Switched Ch 16: DIY

Switched Ch 17: Clarity

Switched Ch 18: Tribute of the Flesh

Switched Ch 19: Bonded

Switched Ch 20: Meeting the Queen

Switched: Epilogue


plane-50893_1920Eric takes Sookie on vacation, and it changes everything. Lots of goodness, some quick, some slow, some taboo. No angst, just love and happy ever after. Set after the 10th book. When I posted this story on FanFiction.net, I received over 2,000 reviews…feel free to add to that number. 🙂

Getaway Ch 1: Getaway

Getaway Ch 2: On the Eve of Adventure

Getaway Ch 3: Reykjavík

Getaway Ch 4: Mile High

Getaway Ch 5: Permission Granted

Getaway Ch 6: Jealousy

Getaway Ch 7: Shopping for Sookie

Getaway Ch 8: Blue Lagoon

Getaway Ch 9: Movie Night

Getaway Ch 10: I Am Yours

Getaway Ch 11: A Change in Plans

Getaway Ch 12: Akureyri

Getaway Ch 13: Blood Lust

Getaway Ch 14: Her Daily Quota

Getaway Ch 15: Return to Reykjavík

Getaway Ch 16: Times, They Are a Changin’

Getaway Ch 17: Claiming the Viking

Getaway Ch 18: Thorrablot

Getaway Ch 19: Pillaging Sookie

Getaway Ch 20: Last night in Reykjavík

Getaway Ch 21: Kveðjustund

Getaway Ch 22: Home Again, Home Again

Getaway Ch 23: Start Spreading the News

Getaway Ch 24: The Exception

Getaway Ch 25: A Simple Misunderstanding

Getaway Ch 26: Mutual Hotness

Getaway Ch 27: Blood Bath

Getaway Ch 28: Chains of Love

Getaway Ch 29: R.U.S.A.

Getaway Ch 30: Louboutins

Getaway Ch 31: Putting the ‘F’ in JFK

Getaway Ch 32: Puttin’ On The Ritz

Getaway Ch 33: A Meeting of Minds and Bodies

Getaway Ch 34: Dinner with Friends

Getaway Ch 35: Bent

Getaway Ch 36: Educating Sookie

Getaway Ch 37: Amante’s

Getaway Ch 38: The Garden

Getaway Ch 39: One Little Taste

Getaway Ch 40: Some Assembly Required

Getaway Ch 41: Smitten Kitten

Getaway Ch 42: A First Time for Everything

Getaway Ch 43: Fast Friends

Getaway Ch 44: SL UT

Getaway Ch 45: Horny Mormons

Getaway Ch 46: Separate But Equal

Getaway Ch 47: Temple Square

Getaway Ch 48: The Proposal

Getaway Ch 49: Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada

Getaway Ch 50: The Strip

Getaway Ch 51: The Surprise

Getaway Ch 52: Party of 18

Getaway Ch 53: The Wedding

Getaway Ch 54: The Reception

Getaway Ch 55: The Mojave

Getaway Ch 56: Bloody Honeymoon

Getaway Ch 57: Viking Rides, Five Cents

Getaway Ch 58: Leavin’ Las Vegas

Getaway Ch 59: Worshiping the Sun

Getaway Ch 60: Kitten and Sugar-Pie

Getaway Ch 61: Lies and Truths

Getaway Ch 62: The Gift

Getaway Ch 63: Closet of Kink

Getaway Ch 64: The Black Light District

Getaway Ch 65: Acting Lessons

Getaway Ch 66: S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT

Getaway Ch 67: Turning a New Leaf

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La Vie En Rose

eiffel-tower-918463_1920This is a sequel to my story, Getaway. Baby Vamp Sookie is on an adventure with Eric including sightseeing in Paris . Hot lemons, with a little more power, but just as much love. Above and beyond CHs canon after 10th book. Rated M for a reason. Enjoy!

La Vie En Rose Ch 1: The Awakening

La Vie En Rose Ch 2: Bienvenue à Paris

La Vie En Rose Ch 3: Club Morde

La Vie En Rose Ch 4: No Strings Attached

La Vie En Rose Ch 5: L’Empire De La Mort

La Vie En Rose Ch 6: Magic and Demon Blood

La Vie En Rose Ch 7: The Louvre

La Vie En Rose Ch 8: The Exchange

La Vie En Rose Ch 9: The Ritual

La Vie En Rose Ch 10: No Place Like Home

A Better New Year

Charlaine Harris owns everything. I own nothing.

This one-shot is what I wish would have happened during those first few pages of Dead To The World, but then again, I’m an impatient girl and always want Sookie to get right to the good parts with Eric.

I need to thank SeriousCrush, my lovely and talented editor, who worked quickly and happily to get this back to me, spending her free weekend time doing me a favor. I will never be able to fully express how grateful I am for your love and friendship.

Thank you for being such wonderfully encouraging and supportive readers. I am so sorry it has been so long since I posted anything. I hope you all understand that it’s not because I don’t love you. Two things have dominated my life: December was insanely busy, and I spent every free moment writing my book, which is finally nearly done. Happy New Year!

Oh, one more thing. This is not work friendly. I don’t know why I even bother posting that disclaimer anymore. If you know me…you know that my stories are NEVER work friendly. Don’t believe me? Go read my other stories.

Originally published on fanfiction.net December 31 of 2011


A Better New Year

I hate December. Really.

It was the only thought running through my head as I wrapped and stored each ornament I took off my tree. Ever since Gran died, Christmas had lost its glitter. She was always the one that made it special for Jason and I, and this year, Jason was so wrapped up in dating some new girl that I didn’t even see him except when he came into Merlotte’s when I was working a few nights ago. My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks when I held the ornament Gran made me right after we moved in with her. She said we needed an extra special Christmas that year, and even though she didn’t have the money to spoil us, she worked for hours on our presents. The ornament was a little blonde girl made of super soft material. The face was hand embroidered and she was dressed so she looked like me. I reached up into the tree and took Jason’s off, holding them both in my hands. His was slightly larger than mine and had tousled blonde hair, just like Jason. I sat in front of the half naked tree and cried as I mourned the loss of Gran, yet again.

I stuffed ‘Jason’ into the special box that the sibling ornaments were stored in during most of the year. I bet he never spends a holiday alone. I bet he never eats by himself. I bet he has someone to rub his feet at the end of a twelve-hour shift. Sure…it might not be the same person every time, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “Maybe I should be more like my brother!” The idea sent me into a fit of giggles that made me cry. It was that funny! I had always been the ‘good’ girl, and look where it had gotten me…alone in a house that reminded me of better days.

Work was long and hard, just like it always is on New Year’s Eve. Sam kept running back to the storeroom for more booze, and smiled like a Cheshire cat with every trip. New Year’s was always a huge haul for Merlotte’s. Sam didn’t seem to mind the long hours, and he never complained about his feet hurting either. Maybe it was the compression mat behind the bar. I thought about cutting part of it off and gluing it to the bottom of my shoes, but I’m pretty sure Sam would have noticed at some point.

Arlene was working tonight too, and she was wearing her brightest smile. At one point during the night, she grabbed my elbow and said, “I am getting killer tips tonight! Two hundred so far!” I gave her a smile and walked away. Arlene always got better tips than me, but tonight it was worse than normal.

In four hours, I had one hundred and twenty-five in my pocket. I took a breather against the wall and watched Arlene move around her section. She smiled, tossed her hair, touched people’s arms and flirted shamelessly with every man that came in. No wonder she got better tips than me. Even though I never made mistakes on my orders, and was always very attentive, I didn’t do any of those things.

I squared my shoulders, smoothed out my shirt and gave myself a good mental shake. I needed to change something in my life, and damn it, if I could get double the tips just by turning on a little charm, then that was exactly what I was going to do. Starting now. I fortified the wall in my brain between me and all the thoughts swirling around the room and then I walked back to the table where four guys from Jason’s crew were just getting started with their celebration.

“How ya’ll doin’?” I asked, laying on my Southern charm pretty thick. I leaned heavily against the table, and even though I knew they were all checking out my boobs, I didn’t care. This was my attempt to work harder.

“Better now, Sookie,” Ryan said touching my arm.

“Oh Ryan, you teaser,” I said giving his hand a pat. Strong visuals came through him as I touched him. I’ll just say that Ryan really wanted me to go outside with him for a few minutes. “More beer?” The other three nodded, but Ryan seemed to only want one thing. I gently wiggled away from him and made my way back to the bar with their pitcher.

Sam looked at me, and then looked over my shoulder at the table I just came from. “Those guys giving you trouble?”

I gave him a big smile, “Nope, just a big tip…hopefully.” Sam chuckled wryly and slid the pitcher back towards me.

When I put the pitcher back on the table, I stood next to one of the other guys and preemptively put my hand on his arm. “Scott, you need anything else?” My friendliness took him by surprise and he just stared at me blankly. “How about you Mike? No? Ryan and Phil, you’re good?” The guys just stared at me and smiled dumbly. “Great, give me a holler if you need anything.” I turned and walked away, leaving them all confused, but happy.

I took a deep breath and felt more empowered than I had ever felt. I could never figure out how Arlene was so flirty, but never got harassed like I did. But now I knew…she made the first move, which put the power in her hands, not theirs.

Armed with this new knowledge, I made my rounds and was sure to be bold, brave and friendly. It worked every time, and by the time the clock was nearing midnight, I had another two hundred bucks in my pocket. Tips had never been this good.

By 2 o’clock in the morning, the bar was cleaned up and Arlene and I were headed out the back door. We passed by Sam’s office where he had just sat down to take a quick inventory. He was smiling and only managed a quick, ‘bye’ when we retrieved our purses and left.

Arlene’s latest boyfriend was leaning against her car. “Hello handsome,” she called out. “Thanks for waiting for me to get off. Ready to go home?” He pulled her into a hug and then put her down next to the passenger door.

“I’ll drive. You shouldn’t have to think of anything after a shift like that!” he said as he opened her door and helped her sit down. Arlene was smiling from ear to ear and gave me a sad wave as they drove away.

It only made me lonelier, seeing her in such good hands. I sat in my car for a few minutes and thought about how I could find someone like him. Someone who would drive me home after a late shift, someone who could take care of me for once. I made a list of people I could date. Humans were out. Keeping up my mental guard all the time was exhausting. Weres weren’t too bad, since they were hard to read, but then you get all the baggage that comes with packs and territory…and forget about having a normal life around the full moon.

That left me with vampires. But after Bill, I didn’t have much faith in my ability to date vampires either. I thought of the vampires I knew, and immediately thought of Eric. That was one gorgeous hunk of a man, but he was complicated too. Being sheriff certainly kept him busy, and he was scary as hell sometimes. I just couldn’t help but think if things were different I wouldn’t hesitate to make a move. I turned my car on and shook my head. Would things ever be different with him?


A bright streak of white jolted me out of my thoughts. There was a man running on the road in front of me. I slowed down and swerved around him, rolling the window down so I could find out what was wrong. “Can I help you?” I called out. The man gave me a panicked glance and kept running. Oh my god, it was Eric.

I threw the car in park and got out, running after him. “Eric? Slow down!” He slowed but did not stop, continuing to give me nervous glances as he ran. “It’s me! Eric!!”

He stopped and turned to face me, hissing and pulling his hands into claws to defend himself. “Stay back woman!”

“Okay,” I said putting my hands up to show him I meant no harm. “It’s okay Eric.” I concentrated really hard and listened to the woods around us. There were no other people in the area. “We’re alone, you’re safe. What are you doing out here?”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am! Don’t mess around with me, mister, I’ve been on my feet for the last 10 hours! Where’s your ‘vette?”

“You know me?” He asked in surprise.

I laughed. “Yeah, a little too well.” He tilted his head in confusion and looked at me. I cleared my throat and willed myself to look away from his mouth. “Anyway…”

“Who am I?” he asked, stunning me into silence.

“Eric, I mean it, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not,” Eric said sadly. His shoulders slumped and his arms hung heavily by his side. “My name is Eric?”

I nodded numbly. “Northman. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I think it’s better if I get you home. Come on…” I held my hand out to him and was surprised when he took it. We walked back to my car.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing out here?” I asked once we were at my car, narrowing my eyes.

He stared at me with open eyes. “Really.” He looked cold and forlorn. I opened the back door and reached into the back seat grabbing a blanket. When I went to hand it to him, he looked worried that I was going to hurt him.

“You know you’re a vampire, right?” I asked, laughing. He could end me in less time than it takes to blink.

“Yes,” he answered seriously. “And you’re not. You’re…what are you? You smell so good,” he said leaning towards me and closing his eyes while he inhaled deeply.

“I’m a human…and your friend. I will only help you if you promise not to hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he said and for some reason, I believed him.

“Okay then, get in before I freeze to death. Oh my god Eric, you’re barefoot!” I said looking down at his feet for the first time. “Sit down, okay?”

Eric hesitantly sat in the passenger seat, wrapping the blanket around his naked chest. I moved around to the driver’s side and started my car again. Making the rest of the journey to my house in silence.

“This is where you live?” he asked staring up at my house.

“Sure is. Come inside, okay? Let me have a look at your feet.” I directed him to a chair in the kitchen. He sat down obediently and I squatted in front of him. “Oh Eric, you’re bleeding.” There were bits of forest debris imbedded in his feet, so I got a pan out and filled it with warm water and began cleaning his feet.

“Thank you…”

“Sookie,” I finished. “And you’re welcome.” I smiled up at him and saw something I had never seen on his face before. Gratitude. I wiped his feet one more time and they had healed completely. His feet jumped.

“Sorry, it tickles,” Eric said sheepishly.

I laughed, and then touched the hem of his jeans. They were filthy and wet. “Take ‘em off.”

Eric stood to his full height and shimmied out of his jeans. I gulped loudly taking in the sight of his straining bright red bikini underwear. “Where should I put them?”

“Um, uh, there’s a washer on the back porch…” I said numbly pointing to the back door. He came back in and picked up the blanket from my car and wrapped it around himself, standing in the kitchen waiting for instructions. “Sorry, why don’t we go into my living room and we can talk.” I had been planning on getting some sleep at some point tonight, but my night just got a boost of adrenalin and sleep was the last thing on my mind. I led the way, hunching over the fireplace to light a fire. “You get comfortable, I’ll call Pam.”


“She’s your second-in-command.”

Eric made no move to join me in the kitchen, so I called Fangtasia and got Pam on the fifth ring. She didn’t say anything directly, except that they were busy with something important and it would be best if no one knew about Eric being at my house. She thanked me for keeping him safe and said she would come to see me some time in the next couple of nights. I hung up stunned and returned to my guest. Turning the lights off as I went, leaving the bright fire as the only source of light in the room.

“Pam said you should stay here, and that she’ll come by some time in the next couple of nights to check on you. Something was going on at the bar, and she couldn’t really talk,” I said as I sat on the couch across from him.

“I work at a bar?”

“Own. You own a bar,” I corrected. Eric leaned forward, clearly interested in finding out more about himself. I spent the next half hour explaining as much about him as I knew.

“And how do I know you?”

“Well…you have helped me a couple of times, and I have helped you. The last time you helped me I was seriously wounded. I never got to thank you for that. So thank you.”

“I made you feel better?” Eric asked innocently.

I blushed as I remembered our brief moment at the king’s house, stretched out next to his nearly naked body, feeling his hands on me. My body responded to the memory and Eric’s face showed a hint of lust as he inhaled the scent of my arousal.

I cleared my throat again, “Um, yeah.”

“Sookie,” Eric began. “Thank you for bringing me to your house.”

“You’re welcome. Just glad I could help.” I couldn’t look at him.

“What can I do to repay your kindness?” Eric asked moving until he was sitting next to me on the couch.

“Oh I’m sure Pam will think of something…” I said, turning my face up towards his.

“I don’t know Pam, but I have a feeling she can’t offer you the same things I can,” he leaned closer to me and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. He was confident, but not cocky, which set me at ease.

I laughed quietly and stared at his mouth. “You’re right. You have a lot to offer…”

“May I kiss you?” Eric breathed.

Words would not come out of my mouth so I nodded my head, my whole body tingling in anticipation. His lips brushed against mine gently, making me hungry for more. I opened my mouth to him and he took the opportunity to push his tongue against mine. He moaned and grasped the sides of my face, devouring my mouth. My whole body melted against him. I pulled away to breathe, admiring his swollen lips.

“You definitely didn’t forget that…” I said in a dreamy voice.

“We have kissed before?” I nodded. “We are lovers?” I shook my head. “Why?”

“It just never worked out, I guess,” I said, unable to keep the longing out of my voice.

Eric gave me a determined smile and leaned down to kiss me again, uncovering his body as he moved. Now it was my turn to moan. His hands moved impatiently up my sides, tugging my shirt up, walking up my ribs and stopping on my bra strap. He pulled away and craned his head around my body to look at whatever it was his fingers had just tripped over. He investigated the stretchy material and tugged at it. Confusion was evident on his face.

I laughed. “It’s called a bra. It holds and covers my breasts.”

Eric clicked his tongue in disappointment, slumping back on the couch. In a bold move, I whipped my shirt off and threw it into the hallway. “See?” Eric’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“What a beautiful piece of clothing,” Eric said as his fingers moved across the delicate creamy white lace around the cup. I shivered against him. “Do you need a blanket?”

“No,” I answered simply. “I need you.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but as I said them, they felt right.

Eric growled and lifted me off the couch and onto his lap. My body arched as his massive hard-on pushed against my sex. Eric shuddered at the same moment, making our body collide. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, crushing my lace-covered breasts against his chest. His mouth found mine again and his tongue thrust against mine each time he rolled his hips, sending a jolt through me that made my panties wet.

Eric pawed at my bra straps, trying to figure out how to get it off of me. I reached behind my back and snapped it open, making the material hang loosely around my body. “Magnificent.” Eric pulled my bra off of my arms, letting his fingers graze against my exposed nipples. I grunted and pushed into his hands, craving more contact. Eric dipped his head down between my breasts and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, making me cry out. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, looking concerned.

“No, no, no. Not at all.” My voice was rough.

Eric rubbed my breasts appreciatively and said, “How was I able to resist you?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad things changed.”

“If it means I get to have you, then I’m sure I am too,” Eric said leaning forward and licking between my breasts. I leaned backwards, giving him greater access. I dipped my hips, desperate for more friction. His fingers trailed down my stomach, stopping at the button of my black work pants. He twisted the button, and dipped his fingers inside my panties. “You are so wet. So hot.” He contorted his hand until he was touching my clit and then brought his mouth back over my nipple, sucking and stroking me at the same time. I rubbed furiously against his cock, and the combined stimulation was enough to send me spiraling out of control, screaming as I came.

I was still shuddering on top of him when his hands worked frantically to get my pants off. “Hold on…I don’t think I can make my legs move yet,” I said with a shaky breath. He smiled and nodded. He lifted me off of his lap and laid me across the arm of the couch so that one of my legs stretched out across his lap and the other fell limply to the floor. He grabbed the cuffs of my pants and tugged them off, pulling my panties off with them. He lunged towards me and kissed and licked his way down my body. He started with my mouth, leaving a wet trail down my neck, stopping briefly to suck on my pulsing skin. I let my head loll off the end of the couch, focusing on remembering to breathe. Then he moved down to my breasts, sucking on each nipple before moving down. He inhaled deeply as he hovered over my sex. My body stiffened as I waited. I didn’t have to wait long. Eric’s tongue snaked out and swept up my slit, parting my lips and pushing with the perfect amount of pressure against my clit. I moaned and squeezed my thighs together holding his head in position, willing him to keep going. His tongue moved quickly, sweeping across my clit until I was writhing against the arm of the couch. I came again in violent bursts. His mouth moved down and he drank the reward of my orgasm. He moaned against my skin, the vibration adding to the pleasure still coursing through me. “Look at me Lover,” Eric said, waiting for me to obey. He pushed one finger into my quivering pussy. I strained to tilt my head up and watched as he moved his mouth to the inside of my thigh.

“Do it. Bite me,” I begged.

He moved his finger in and out of me as he slid his fangs into my skin, drawing deeply and gulping loudly. His body shuddered and his eyes dilated, making the blue of his eyes disappear. He pulled his mouth away with a loud pop. “You are…intoxicating. Amazing.” He licked my leg to punctuate each word and then pulled his finger out of me and licked it clean. “Mm.” I blushed and smiled at him.

He stood up and dropped his underwear, which were saturated. He saw me looking at them and he shrugged. “I have never tasted anything so good. You can’t expect me to contain myself.” He stood proudly, displaying his new impressive erection. My eyes bulged out as I looked at him. I knew he was well endowed from our grinding session, but there is nothing that could have prepared me for what I saw.

Eric sat back down on the couch and stalked over to me. I held my hand up to stop his progress, and he froze in place. I forced myself up and then pushed him back until he was sitting in the middle of the couch. I slid down to the ground and crawled around until I was between his knees. I looked at him and then at his cock, which was level with my face. I reached my hands around and tentatively gripped his shaft. I had to give myself a pep talk to give me the confidence I would need to attempt to pleasure him. I didn’t have a lot of experience with oral sex, and I was nervous that Eric would notice.

Eric sensed my hesitation, “Lover, you don’t need to do that if you don’t want to…”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t know how…” I admitted, turning my eyes down in shame.

His hands wrapped around mine and he guided me, showing me exactly what he liked. “This is the most sensitive area,” Eric said, dragging my fingertips just under the velvety head, “so if you’re going to use your mouth, this is a good place to start.” I smiled and kissed the spot he just pointed out. His hands fell slack against the couch and his eyes closed. I watched his face intently, experimenting with a pointed tongue and then a flat tongue, learning what made him moan and turning that into something that made him hiss with pleasure. I moved my hands and mouth together, sucking on the sweet spot that was making him whimper. It didn’t take long for me to establish a rhythm that had him rocking on the couch. “I’m going to cum,” he warned. I moved faster and opened my mouth wider, sucking harder as he came. His entire body relaxed and as I crawled up into his lap, I felt his dick harden against my leg.

“I hope that was alright,” I asked shyly. Eric nodded and smiled at me with a punch-drunk look. I reached between our bodies and adjusted myself until the head of his cock was pressing firmly against my wet heat. “Be gentle?” I asked

“Whatever you want. I’m not going anywhere,” Eric said capturing my mouth and plunging his tongue inside, bringing with it the tangy metallic taste of my blood and cum. He didn’t move his hips at all, and his hands stroked my back very gently. I relaxed against him, sinking down a fraction of an inch. The head of his cock slipped inside me and I gasped as I adjusted to his size. Eric moaned. “So tight.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed a little bit more, slowly but surely filling myself with his impressive dick. When our bodies finally joined all the way, I gulped and said, “Holy shit.” I paused and Eric waited patiently with me. He stretched me in ways I had never experienced and the more I got, the more I wanted. I held onto his shoulders firmly and began to lift myself up and off of him and then back down. I moved slowly at first, crushing my clit against his body. And then I couldn’t get enough. Eric matched my intensity, lifting up to meet me with his own powerful thrust, amplifying the intensity of each union. “Oh Eric, more…”

Eric responded by gripping my hips possessively, controlling my body and slamming up into me. The closer I got to another orgasm, the louder my mewling sounds became. With one more powerful thrust, I screamed, strangling his cock with my pussy enough to bring him with me.

We collapsed against the back of the couch. My vision was blurry and I was struggling to level my breathing. I rested my head against his still chest and smiled. “That was…wow.”

“I agree.” Eric’s voice reverberated through his chest, filling my head with the deep sound of his contented voice.

“I think you’re right, Pam definitely couldn’t have done that for me,” I laughed.

“Can you call her and tell her not to come?” Eric’s voice was quiet and serious. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“I don’t think I will be able to keep her away, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” I offered. Eric seemed to accept the necessity of things to come and when I looked at him, he was smiling.

“Thank you…this is definitely turning out to be the best New Year I’ve ever had. I am so glad I found you,” I said kissing his lips.

“No, I am the grateful one…please, let me show you…” Eric said, as his cock hardened inside of me.

Eric showed his gratitude many more times that night, and when the sun finally called him to sleep, I was happy to sleep on the floor of my old room so that I could be closer to him. I had never been so content in all my life, and somewhere deep inside, I knew I could only be this happy with him.

Come on, you KNOW I want to hear from you…one click and I’ll have a better new year too. Don’t make me beg…more.