A/N: I wrote this on the spur of the moment for a friend of mine when she needed some cheering up. She absolutely adores Eric and so I gave her a little slice of him ;) It has no connection to any of my stories and the unnamed girl is not Sookie. Any mistakes are my own.

He glared at the girl in question, snuggled into a large overstuffed chair in the corner of the small bookstore. His nostrils flared as he sought to draw in every molecule of her scent, a delicious blend of honeysuckle and blood-wine, intriguing enough to draw him from the rain-slicked streets into this establishment. His body hardened impossibly, the zipper biting deeply into his straining cock and he silently thanked his foresight of wearing the longer suit jacket.

Her eyes rose from the pages before her, eyebrows scrunched in thought, and wandered to his hovering presence. The impact of the studious gaze was unexpected; he wanted to bite and suck at the tender hidden flesh shielding her carotid while simultaneously smoothing the soft skin of her face. She smiled quizzically and tilted her head, no doubt wondering at his intensity. Eric fought to maintain his natural coolness, but the heat of her presence stretched between them and his body nearly wrenched free of his mind's control.

"May I help you?"

Her words were polite , but berry red lips polished each long vowel and short consonant as they dripped from her mouth until he was nearly dazzled with overwhelming lust over a few syllables. Mortals just did not have this power over his kind, much less one of his years and distinction. He would think she spelled him, luring him like the veriest of houris, but he'd never been here nor had any enemies who knew his whereabouts. This trip had been entirely spontaneous; the result of ennui settling over him at the stagnancy of his fiefdom.

"I need something new to entertain me."

She rose from her position, heavy cloth girding her body so he couldn't judge the voluptuousness of her form. The bulky sweater was a lodestone for his sight because it offended his sensibilities; it was both ugly and functional, nothing enticing or charming about it, and he loathed every strand of yarn gone into making it.

Her feet whispered gently against the plush carpeting and her perfume became sharper and tangier in the back of his throat, fangs lengthening in proportion with his desire to feed and fuck.

"What are you looking for?"

He had the most inappropriate urge to say "something about your size and height," but refrained from blurting his thoughts and turned his formidable concentration to speaking clearly despite his teeth. "If I tell you what I want, will you give it to me?"

"If it's within reason."

"What is reason but a justification holding us from our true desires?"

"I guess," she equivocated, uncertainty burning deeply in the eyes ensnared by his own blue gaze.

Her hair was haphazardly drawn back into a high ponytail, wisps drifting around her face and cowl-necked throat, innocence wreathing her like a shroud. It should refute his darker intentions, calm the ravening beast in his chest, but instead it merely incited him, encouraging him to indulge as he rarely did anymore.

"Are you a mystery fan? Or maybe action?"

"Oh I prefer action to inaction and knowledge to mystery." He grinned, careful to keep his fangs hidden behind his lips. "It's so much better when things are laid bare, don't you agree?"

"Yes." Her agreement was succinct, but her voice was thready and weak. Mortals never ceased to surprise him, as her body was fully aware of his intentions and even approved of it, if her closing the small distance between them was an indication, yet her eyes remain blissfully ignorant as the intelligent mind willfully blinded her.

Eric had no qualms about seizing his opportunities, preferring to live by the one maxim he took from his Maker, to whit: seize the day. Or in this case, the wrist of the maddening girl.

She came into his arms as easily as the sunflower lifts its head to the skies and he pressed her fully against his larger, harder body, to impress upon her both his virility and his implacability. He would never take a woman unwillingly, but he was not stupid enough to give her too much time to think. Women were a fascinating to him because they could ignore what their bodies demanded and follow the dictates of their minds or hearts; whereas men, and vampires too in a small sense, were held hostage to the raging fire below their belts.

He caught her mind as easily as he'd taken her body, the stunning clarity of her thoughts melting into a morass of unspoken desire, endless fascination, and sparking curiosity. Grasping her tightly, Eric whirled back towards the chair she'd originally occupied, away from the staring glass revealing their actions to any passerby. He had no issues with an audience, but believed she'd be more comfortable without prying eyes.

Her weight was slight against him as she tumbled into his lap with one decisive tug; he captured the quivering mouth beneath his, learning her taste and textures with a determined foray. Small hands and arms crept up his expansive chest to his neck and she shyly clung to him even as he drugged her with his kisses. Soon she shifted restlessly on his lap, small kittenish sounds tumbling in the back of her throat; he inwardly smiled with triumphant, while outwardly stripping her of the hated sweater.

He drew from her, ignoring her grasping hands, so he could look at his treasure. She did not disappoint, the shell pink camisole framing delectable skin, unmarked by man or fang. He nearly cried for mercy at the small nipples thrusting upward against the soft material; the slopes and lines of her breasts spoke to the lack of a bra and he silently blessed whatever circumstance led her to leave the house without one.

Throaty moans heralded her joy at his nips and licks and suckling through the top; he drew back once, satisfied by the wide circles impressed into the cloth, detailing his possession. Needing to feel her against his bare skin, he set her standing for a brief moment, stripping them both of their remaining barriers with a speed unmmatched by anything mortal. Her gasps of surprise changed back into moans of surrender, as her hot flesh pressed against the marble coldness of his, his muscles tensed and prepared for full penetration.

Eric urged her to spread wide across his lap even as his fingers delved into the slick intimate wetness at the junction of her thighs to judge her readiness. He sank in with a lush swiftness his lower body jealously demanded, so he quickly shifted her hips slightly and drew her down upon him, seating himself fully inside the warm haven of her female flesh. He stayed completely still for one impossible eternal moment, relishing the blood-warmed reality of his lover, before withdrawing and plunging, following the dictates of his nature and hers.

The sounds and smells of their sex grew as the frenzy of lust pushed him into demanding more and more, deeper, harder, and longer; she grew acquiescent and trusting in his hands, though never giving up an ounce of delighted wonder. Eric felt the strength of the trust she placed in him when she bared her throat to him, eyes wide upon his snarling face.

Sex stripped him of his civility and brought the ravening beast to the surface, but his honeysuckle girl offered herself to him again, words unnecessary in this sacred moment. Eric bent his head and moaned as the flesh of her upper body yielded as easily as of her lower. She was an indescribable taste, flame upon his tongue, everlasting life within his veins; magic and beauty and wisdom and love barely contained in this too fragile shell.

He felt her heart beat slow even as his returned to him, the warmth of mortality flushing his skin instead of hers; Eric knew the threshold of death swiftly approached for her, but he was enthralled by his pleasure to the point of intoxication and the concern grew less and less important for him. Her limp satiety passed until he was only aware of his driving cock and the overwhelming, onrushing orgasm beginning in his fangs and ending in his toes.

He arched upward even as her body slammed down, and finally, finally, he filled her with a small portion of which he had taken. Sensing her break approaching, he quickly tore the skin of his wrist and held it to her slack blue lips. There was no response, so he stroked her delicate throat as droplets of crimson wet her mouth. Involuntarily she swallowed and he praised her, continuing to hold her until she feebly began to suckle at his torn flesh as eagerly as he had her breasts.

At last she drew back, red rimming her lips, her eyes bereft of mortal intelligence, instead gleaming with feral resolve. "Hello my love," he softly whispered.