A short teaser of my own. I had a request, the germ of an idea about a quick Sookie/Eric vignette. If you are intrigued, please let me know, and I will continue. But beware, the wonderful ladies who requested it (and you know who you are), asked for some very specific smut, which I am only more than happy to continue.

This is totally out of context, It doesn't fall anywhere in the books or the show, and is only the product of too many glasses of port, and too many sleepless nights with characters borrowed from Charlene Harris; to whom I owe much gratitude, and the seed of the FanGirls. I own nothing but the musings of my mind.

Merick

Part One

I was angry, beyond angry in fact. It had been everything I could do to keep my composure. She probably thought that I'd been unduly harsh, but the fact was, if it had been anyone but her I would have probably snapped his or her neck right there. I thought I had made it clear to her what was expected at these meetings; but I suppose I shouldn't have expected miracles. I don't know that I can even recall an instance when she knocked politely at my office door, or called to make an appointment first. Normally it was just barging in, straight past Pam, screwing up her courage to face whatever scant fear she might have had. I say 'might' because I'm quite convinced that she isn't scared of me in the least, a gross miscalculation on her part, which I was about to demonstrate to her.

I slammed the door to my suite; nearly breaking it I'm certain. I still had my left hand wrapped around her upper arm, she'd given up complaining about how much it hurt, and that was good because the sound of her voice was getting on my nerves. I spun her, a little harshly for a mortal I admit, and she teetered a bit before getting her footing, looking at me with widened eyes. I liked that look, and committed it to memory: a little fear was healthy.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I kept my voice even, though I spoke with a clenched jaw. She looked as though she was actually going to answer me and I glared at her.

"I told you that your role here was to observe and to listen with all of your talents. He is a King Sookie!" I roared that last part, I heard the spike in her heart rate, 'good' I thought to myself.

"How dare you question my decisions?" I liked the fluttering heart; it went well with the eyes.

"Eric, I only meant," I cut her off.

"You don't 'mean' anything! Not in the eyes of a King!"

"But you weren't being fair about the Weres."

Again, I really shouldn't have been surprised that she continued to talk back.

"Do I seriously have to remind you of the two simple facts in this case?" I know I sounded exasperated, I was. "Weres and Vampires have been enemies for Millennia, especially when they abduct and kill us for our blood. And," I paused for effect, "a good number of them have been trying to kill you as well."

"But?"

"No buts Sookie. Your outburst has put both our positions in jeopardy."

"I don't see how?" Pleading voice, the trifecta of fear responses.

"The King now sees me as unable to control a mere human in my employ, how can he trust that I can continue to manage my area if even humans question my decisions?"

"Is it really that bad Eric?"

"Worse. I took a great personal risk by not punishing you in his presence. If we do not convince him that you sincerely regret your words he may yet choose to punish you himself, and me along with you."

"He can do that?"

"Most certainly. Louisiana now owes fealty to him. To be sure, he will be looking to replace Sophie Anne's old guard with his own loyal followers. If he senses any weakness in me he will likely have me killed."

"Oh God Eric, I am so sorry."

"You will be."