A/N: I totally had forgotten about this little story being busy and graduating in June BUT all the praise and love from you guys inspired me!!! ENJOY!!!

Eric's POV

Chapter Seven

I hovered outside her window, enjoying my voyeuristic moment. She was an angel. At this moment, Sookie was pacing gently in her bedroom. She was a ball of nervousness—primping pillows, fixing her bed, combing her hair. She paced in and out of the hallway, in and out of the bathroom. It was so hard not to laugh, so instead I grinned like a lunatic. Entertaining and beautiful—a combination that could make me hers for centuries. But her clothes…her clothes. She was dressed in a pink satin nightgown that had a racy black lace slit. It hugged her delicate curves like a glove. I wonder where she found the courage to put that on. Ah, ha. The wine bottle she had opened when I was there sat empty on her dresser. I smiled slightly to myself. Humanity was just so interesting.

Hmm, how to get her attention. I guess knocking will have to suffice. I knocked gently but she jumped like I screamed fire at the top of my lungs.

She opened up the window, but just a crack. I peered down, "Can I enter?" Now, I already had permission but I had remembered something Pam was rattling on about a southern belle needing a gentleman.

"Absolutely," she said, more breathily than I am sure she intended. I noticed a slight flush creep over her body and tried to will down my rising erection.

Not knowing exactly her frame of mind, I decided sitting down in the nearby armchair would be best unassuming action I could take. She was the one with emotional baggage to shed, so I waited for her to speak. I did not have to wait long.

"Erik, I am so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier. My gran taught me to be a lady and that means something to me. I would have never let you kiss me if I was still involved with Bill. In fact, I probably would have slapped you. Now, it might take him a while to get it through his fat head but when I say no, it's no," she rambled on without taking a breath. "And-I-like-you-and-think-you-are-really-sexy," she added with lighting fast speed, blushing even more.

I couldn't help but smile at her sincere confession. Fate's humor is all her own. How she would pair an angel with Satan himself.

"Sookie." Words escaped me. I feel oddly protective urges for her, and perhaps more oddly a strong desire to protect her from my world. But she was strong. She is far stronger than I give her credit for and worthy of my respect…my honesty. "Sookie, this isn't…"

Again she surprised me. She stepped towards me and firmly planted a soft, warm kiss on my lips. "I want this. Trust me," she murmured against my lips.

Her words undid me. I attacked her mouth—devouring her taste. She moaned and licked my own extended fangs as we stumbled our way to her bed.

I had waited for this moment for far too long and I intended to savor every moment. A woman such as Sookie was created to be worshiped, enjoyed slowly and intently like one would drink a fine aged wine. I slowly peeled off her slip and she trembled beneath my touch. Often women trembled in fear before me and what I am, but Sookie trembled with desire. I could get used to that. I needed to please her, to reward her trust. I kissed my way slowly down her neck to her breasts down her stomach. I lavished her nipple with my tongue until she was writhing and moaning with desire. Her soft little feminine moans made me harder than I knew possible.

"You are far too dressed," she giggled softly and started unbuttoning my shirt. As sexy as I found her innocent fumbling, it was driving me crazy. I quite literally ripped off what was remaining of my shirt while she stumbled with unbuckling my belt. However, time stopped entirely when I felt the pressure of her slender fingers on my cock, undoing the button on my pants and unzipping them. This sensation grew only more maddening as she slowly pulled off my boxers.

I felt an odd sense of pride as I saw her eyes widen as she finally laid eyes on my length. I expected nothing less; certainly I have not had any previous complaints ever from human or vampire. I smiled as I heard her breath hitch and she muttered something that sounded like "gracious plenty". God himself couldn't make me ruin this moment so I made a note to myself to remember to ask her what that was about later. It took all my strength to return to our slightly tentative pace and not savagely fuck her senseless. On top of fucking her, I wanted nothing more than to drink from her. But I couldn't. Bill had done the unspeakable and it would take more than just an evening to undue his damage.

Oh how I will enjoy undoing every single memory, banishing every single thought of Bill from her beautiful little head forever. I slowly backed her onto the bed behind us and traced the figure of her body, placing gentle kisses all up and down her lithe frame.

And it would be then, at that moment that I heard something unnatural slowly approaching the house. Concentrating for a moment, I could recognize the footfall and palpable void of life as another of my kind.

Instantly I was on my feet and out her window, ignoring her inquisitive pleas. There would be time to explain…after.

I couldn't help but grin wildly at the vampire I saw approaching. Bill fucking Compton. Beating his dead ass senseless might just compensate for interrupting the evening I had planned.

"I didn't think you were such a glutton for pain Compton." I teased.

"What are you doing in her house? Leave Sookie alone. She doesn't belong in our world!" he foolishly demanded enraged.

"She. Wants. Me. I can take her in front of you if you need proof of how wet she gets for me."

"You mother fuck…" he raged, lunging at me. I dodged him effortlessly. In his lunacy he forget his place, and my power.

Suddenly, the air tensed and grew hot. I had let this loon distract me from the impeding dawn.

Compton began the retreat to his home. "This isn't over," he called out.

"Yes. It isn't."

I returned to Sookie's house. I finally found her pacing by the dark cellar she had ridged presumably for Bill. She was fluffing pillows, putting on an air-conditioner and generally nesting like a worried mother hen. I couldn't help but smile at her anger, as she demanded, "Get inside here now! But don't think you have some explaining to do come dusk Mr. Northman! I am gonna tan that damned fool Bill Compton's hide next time I see him!"

I softly kissed her on the lips we exchanged places and I settled down until the night. "I promise I'll explain everything."