I'm terribly sorry about the wait on this one, I have known what was going to happen, just articulating it was the tricky part.

Presumptuous

Previously:

But she didn't feel intimidated as she rolled on top of him, coming to straddle his thighs. 'What?' she asked innocently, gripping him tighter. 'Like you teased me?'

Eric's hips arched into her hand, his resolve fading. He was so hard for her, and her hand was so warm, so petite.

She was irresistible.

Eric's butane blue eyes fixed on her. She was biting her lip, her brow creased in concentration. Sookie hitched her leg around Eric's hip and straddled him closely- but not as close as he wanted. She was gazing down at what lay in her hand- the most perfect erection.

It wasn't as if Sookie was an expert, having only seen Bill's and perhaps some others by accident, but she knew, deep down to her core, Eric was unlike any other man.

'Sit up against the wall,' she ordered, 'Please. I want to try something,' she added at the taken aback look on Eric's face at her forwardness. 'Please.'

He obliged. 'You know,' he said, making himself comfortable against the timber palings. 'You don't have to be so polite all the time, you can be a little more relaxed,' he said, his fingers threading through her hair.

'I am relaxed,' her Southern drawl flowing over him like honey. She crawled up his legs, looking up at him through her eyelashes and giving him a sinful stare. 'Do you really think I'm too polite?' she asked sitting on his hips and bumping against his erection making him groan.

'Most of the time you are the sweetest fairy in the entire country,' his hands slid from her hair and traced down her back, settling on her hips and pulling her closer to him.

'Most of the time?' she asked, rocking gently against him, her lips nipping at his jaw. She kissed up to his ear and sucked on his lobe, pressing her hands to his stomach. 'Whadda mean, most the time?' she whispered in a sugary voice.

Eric laughed, 'Let's just leave it at most of the time.'

Sookie pushed away from him. 'No, I think you are right. I spend too much time being everyone's little darlin',' a deadly smile crept spread across her face. 'Maybe, I should spend more time just taking what I deserve,' her eyes flicked down to his cock. 'Maybe, I need to just start taking what is mine.'

'That is one way to put it, I suppose,' he said suspiciously.

'Now. Eric,' she started, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the wall. 'You know how I wanted to try something?'

He nodded silently, quirking an eyebrow at her.

'Yeah well, you are just going to have to follow what I ask of you. 'Cause I know that I don't have any physical power over you, and that you could just do what you want, whenever,' she looked back into his eyes and rolled her hips into his. 'But I really want to do this, and I promise it can be your way after. Whatever you like,' she smiled at him.

'Lover, I will try, but there is only so much as to what you can put me through- you do realise,' he said, cupping her chin and stroking her cheek with his thumb.

Sookie's smile spread wider. 'Good. I am glad we understand each other. Now you have to do what I tell you to, understand?'

Eric nodded, his hand dropping from Sookie's cheek to her hip.

'Hands beside your sides. You can't touch me.'

He laughed. 'Are you serious? Do you really th-'

'You agreed. You gave me your word,' she interrupted him. 'And frankly mister if you do not do what I say I will rescind your you know what,' Sookie said evenly, all traces of humour gone from her voice.

'But why?'

'This is just something I want to do, and I would really like it if you did what I asked.'

'Fine,' Eric shot back.

'Okay,' Sookie breathed as she moved back on Eric's legs. 'Just as a warning,' she said looking up at him, 'this probably isn't going to be very good.'

The sight of Sookie between his legs was unnerving. On all fours, she rested on her forearms, her ass high in the air. That image in itself could have set him off. But what really topped it off was the fact that she was tucking her hair behind her ears, assessing him like a science project.

Eric couldn't take his eyes off her. He clenched his fists at his sides. Damn her.

Sookie gripped him tightly at his base and looked up at him. 'Is this okay?'

He let his head roll back and hit the panelling behind him. 'Just keep going,' he gritted out.

'But I don't know if I'm doing it right,' she slowly slid her hand up his shaft and cocked her head to the side.

'Please,' he groaned, watching as she moved her hand faster and faster.

Sookie arched her back and watched Eric. His face contorted with pleasure. And at her hand.

She began pressing soft kisses on his chest. Laying open mouthed kisses on his thighs. Making him tremble and try to keep himself together with everything he had. She wrapped her whole hand around him, twisting her wrist with a flick and pulling upwards tightly sending Eric's haed thudding against the palings.

She wet her lips and looked up at him with big eyes. 'Can I?' she asked timidly, looking down at her hand and his erection.

'Fuck,' he hissed as she sucked his tip into her mouth. She began softly licking at the soft under skin there, lavishing him. 'More,' he demanded.

Sookie looked up at him. 'You ain't the bossa me,' her hot breath hitting his cool skin making him clench his teeth.

She looked back to his erection, letting her finger trail up the vein on his underside. 'Hmmm,' she thought aloud.

'Sookie,' he gritted out, 'I know that you don't want me touching you, and I respect that,' he added holding his hands up in surrender. 'But this is getting-'

She pulled him from his thought train by taking him in her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. The tight, wet heat that was enclosed around him was obscene, making him take an unneeded gasp of air to steady himself.

Her hand worked from his hilt and her mouth wrapped around him as much as she could handle. She hollowed her cheeks out in a soul wrenching suck, pulling him further into her mouth.

'You were saying?' she asked innocently.

'Do that again,' Eric grated.

'What is the magic word?'

'Woma-'

She gripped him tighter and squeezed. 'Play nice now.'

'Please,' he whispered acidly.

Sookie wrapped her lips around him once more and sucked him into oblivion. Eric was gasping and groaning at her touch- he the Sheriff of Area Five and she a half human- half waitress from Bumfuck, Louisiana. She felt empowered.

She crawled up him and sat on his hips.

'You know how I was saying before?' she queried as she palmed him in her hand. 'About what's mine and all?'

'Yesss,' Eric whispered, his restrain being tested by her coyness.

'Well, seeing as you are mine…' she trailed off, her eyes meeting his. 'I don't see why I can't push you round a little bit. I like having power over you.'

'You want to play rough?' he asked with a chuckle. 'That can be arranged,' he added darkly, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

Sookie slapped his arm away, slamming his shoulders against the wall. If he had air in his lungs to be forced out of him he would have been winded.

'That is a warning Eric Northman. If you touch me and don't let me do what I want, I can you know what, your you know what, and you can just watch…' she trailed off with a smile, letting her hands slide back down his stomach and across his abs.

'Fine,' he said for the second time that evening.

'What was I saying?' she asked nonchalantly as she gripped his cock again, stroking him softly with one hand.

Eric narrowed his eyes at her. Infuriating woman. 'Empowerment,' he seethed. He hated not being able to touch her.

'Ah yes. I was going to say that, we frankly, I like having power over you,' she said, her hand gripping him tighter and tighter. 'You could even say that it trills me a little,' she blushed, looking down at his cock.

'Sookie, are you getting wet doing this to me?' Eric asked softly, his eyes dark with desire.

She nodded in response, her eyes on his length. He groaned loudly. How was he expected to survive this?

She flicked her eyes back to his and back to his erection with desire. Sookie leaned down slowly, letting her breath sweep over him again and watching with glee as his expression turned from cold stubbornness into something darker. She sucked him into her mouth, her tongue lapping his underside while she pulled him deeper into her. She moaned around his length, sending delicious vibrations right to Eric's core, making him moan aloud. She could hear his fangs click out, enticing her to go even faster.

'Fuck, Sookie,' he gasped as she began working him deeper into her mouth.

She looked up at him with a passionate gaze. She was rotating her hips with the rhythm of her pulls, and her blood was bouncing around in her veins with excitement. She was enjoying this nearly as much as he was.

Sookie wrapped her lips around him as tightly as she could manage and bobbed up and down on him. Eric shuddered. Whilst inexperienced, she was determined and knew exactly what he needed. His fists were clenched so tightly his skin was on the verge of breaking, his knuckles turning white.

'Sookie, if you keep doing that I am going to come in your mouth,' he gasped as she worked him harder.

She chuckled, sending more ripples through him.

'Sookie, stop,' he moaned on the verge of surrender.

She looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his fists were balled at his side painfully tightly. She could see the muscular ropes in his neck straining with Eric as he fought against his will to come.

She released him with a wet pop. She smiled, her hand turning soft again. 'Why Mr Northman, are you begging?'

He set his mouth in a grim line, entirely displeased she had slowed her hand. 'No,' he hissed.

'Oh, ok,' she let up, quirking her eyebrow at him. 'Cause if you were I would stop.'

His eyes flew open. 'Fine! Yes, I was. Begging,' he said.

Sookie's smile switched from demure to dangerous in a split second. 'Too damn bad,' she winked, dropping to wrap her lips around him again.

Eric groaned loudly, his hands flying up to grab the wall, just to give him some purchase over her. She sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth, her hand twisting and pulling him from his shaft, while her free hand gripped his thigh tightly, her fingernails almost breaking his skin.

'Ahh, Sssoookie!' he gasped, his jaw going slack.

He was already close. Too close. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something repulsive, something foul to try and ward off his rapidly approaching orgasm, yet nothing worked. His mind was consumed with the image of Sookie on her knees with his length disappearing into her mouth as she moaned around him.

'Fuuck!' Eric came loudly, his fingers digging into the timber wall and pulling some away from the side.

He exploded in her mouth, Sookie continued to suck him, her hand moving to cup his sack making him roar mid-orgasm.

'Ssoooookkkie!' he shouted ripping the timber palings from where they were hammered to the wall.

Sookie continued to suck him as he came down from his high, her hand softly massaging his sack as he growled. She realised how wet she was from blowing him. She was almost dripping. Did I enjoy that that much?!

She looked up at him to find him looking at her, his features completely sated. She climbed back into Eric's lap, looking into his still slightly unfocused eyes.

She let her fingers slide into his hair and her other hand trace across his pecs. 'Was, was that okay?' she asked in a shy, soft voice.

Eric laughed, smiling at her warmly. 'Was that okay?' he asked. 'Was. That. Okay?' his smile weakened. 'Sookie, that was quite possibly the best thing that has happened to me ever.'

She giggled, his arms coming up to circle around her waist. 'Ever?'

'Well, second ever,' he conceded.

'Oh really? What was the first one?'

Eric's hand came up to play with the soft hairs on her nape. 'The first was meeting you and tasting you. They count as one,' he shrugged.

Sookie blushed deeply, her finger tips coming up to trace his full lips and cupid's bow. 'Seriously?'

'Seriously.'

Sookie pressed a soft kiss into Eric's lips and let her head rest in the crook of his shoulder.

'Did you damage my tree house?' she asked softly, looking at the timber palings come splinters strewn on the floor.

His hands brushed up and down her back, his cold fingers a welcome presence in the hot and sticky weather. 'Maybe. It was hardly my fault,' he protested quietly.

'Well,' Sookie yawned. 'You are going to have to fix that,' she mumbled.

'Whatever you wish, lover,' he murmured softly, pressing a kiss into her hair.

Sookie jerked awake. Where am I? she thought, trying to remember her surroundings.

Strong fingers were softly moving through her hair.

She was wrapped around a cold, hard pillar. No, she thought, a vampire?

Eric chucked into her hair. 'You're awake,' he stated.

'Eric?'

'Yes lover?' he asked, his fingers moving to stroke up and down her back.

'What is the time?' she yawned into his chest, wrapping her arms around him further.

'I think we have around an hour till dawn,' he said looking to the window. 'Plenty of time.'

Sookie pushed herself into a sitting position to look down at him. 'How long was I asleep for?'

Eric shrugged, 'I am not sure. Possibly two or three hours.'

'Oh, I'm sorry,' she said cocking her head to the side.

'On the contrary,' he whispered. 'I was over joyed to hold you. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful,' he said with a revered look in his eyes.

Sookie blushed, her mouth quirking up into a smug smile. He's mine.

'Quit that,' she said playfully slapping his chest.

Eric laughed again, catching her hand and bringing it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

'What do we have plenty of time for?' she asked timidly, looking up at him as he near worshipped her hand.

Eric's smile grew. 'For me to recover, of course,' he murmured huskily.

Sookie blushed again, fighting her urge to take him into her mouth again, remembering his taste. She glanced out of the window. 'But- but Eric, we have only an hour or so till the sun, and it takes at least a half hour to walk back through the woods to the house…' she argued, her logic and her lust battling each other inside her.

'Oh, no. It will take under a minute,' Eric promised, lifting her to her feet. He slid an arm around her knees and pulled her to his chest, bridal style.

She smiled, loving the feel of being in Eric's arms. 'Could you blow out the lantern? I don't want it to run out of oil,' she explained, as he blew out the flame, plunging them into pitch darkness.

Sookie tightened her arms around his neck. 'Don't you dare drop me,' she warned, feeling that Eric was walking over to the window.

'I wouldn't be worrying about that, Sookie,' he joked. 'I would be more worried about the drop.'

Eric stepped out, sending them plummeting to the ground, a fall that would have at least critically injured any human.

Sookie's scream got caught in her throat, her stomach bottoming out from underneath her as she free fell twenty feet.

'Holy milk and honey Eric! You didn't want to tell me about the drop?' she accused, trying to struggle out of his grip.

'How do you normally get down?' he asked casually, tightening his grip around her legs and vamping off into the darkness.

Within ten seconds of hair whipping speed, Eric slowed at Sookie's back porch.

'Well,' she puffed, breathing deeply, 'I normally take the ladder, but whatever floats your boat,' she grinned sarcastically.

Eric smiled and carried her into the house. 'You have leaves in your hair,' he noted, pulling at a strand of her golden hair which was entangled with a twig.

'Now, I wonder who's fault that is,' she muttered under her breath as they reached the top of the stairs, but of course Eric's vampire hearing picked it up.

'Oh, woman. Whatever shall I do with you?'

Sookie sighed, her chest heaving. 'Will you put me down now for Pete's sake?'

'I should think not.'

'Eric! I am a grown-ass woman! I can walk perfectly fine!'

He smiled again, his grip turning to iron as she wiggled around in his arms. 'Ah, yes but see, your feet would get dirty,' he paused, smiling darkly at her. 'And that would be redundant,' his deep voice became gravely and husky.

She stopped struggling. 'Redundant to what?'

'To us having a shower,' he said simply, walking into the bathroom, being careful not to hit her feet on the door frame as he shut it behind them. He stood by the shower, a large white marble, hand carved, ridiculously expensive bath with clawed feet. He drew back the curtain and turned the water to hot, stepping in without hesitation.

'Eric! For crying out loud, it's freezing! You didn't even let it warm up!' she protested as goose bumps raised on her arms and legs. She curled into him, but cold against cold wasn't helping her cause.

'I'm sorry lover, I forgot,' he apologised, stepping out of the direct spray. His hair had turned spikey under the water, and now small, perfectly rounded droplets were clinging to his hair just as Sookie was clinging to him.

She shivered as the water warmed up and soothed over her skin, the water was just hot enough. She let out a sigh and looked up at Eric.

'Please can I get down now?'

'I don't see why not,' he returned, helping her to stand. 'Please,' he said as she turned her face to the water, letting the warmth seep into her hair. 'Let me wash you.'

Sookie looked back at him hesitantly. Even though they had been together and of course he knew what she looked like naked, she was still self-conscious of her looks. Eric had seen thousands, maybe tens of thousands of perfect looking women. Letting him wash her was just something she wouldn't normally let okay with.

'I suppose,' she said, leaning over for the soap.

Eric's small smile turned wolfish as he took the soft soap that smelled of peaches and roses and Sookie and lathered it in his hands. He let them glide over her neck, turning her so her back was to him. He kneaded the muscles her found there, his fingertips working miracles for her overworked and stressed body.

Sookie slumped slightly, her before ridged and anxious body now completely relaxed and loose. 'Oh god, Eric! How did you learn to do that?' she whimpered.

'When you live for one thousand years, you can afford to study almost every profession,' he explained simply.

He leaned up and detached the shower handle from the wall, bringing it down to rinse off the sweet smelling soap with the hot water.

'Huh? I didn't know it did that?' she asked nonplussed.

Eric smiled knowingly, reattaching it to the fitting then reaching for the shampoo. 'Of course I installed one that did that lover,' he said insinuatingly as washed her hair gently.

Sookie cocked her hip, quirked an eyebrow and frowned. The Full-Blown Stachouse Confusion.

'Why are you saying it like that?'

'Whatever do you mean?' Eric returned sheepishly, now washing the shampoo out.

'Like it's such a dirty thing. I don't get it. It's just a shower head, right?'

Eric left her question hanging, swapping for a bottle of conditioner and taking his time working it softly into her hair. 'Sure,' he said after a while, 'it is a showerhead.' His smile grew into a chuckle and soon he was laughing. Sometimes he forgot how innocent she was.

Sookie huffed, putting her hands on her hips. 'Eric Northman,' she said turning around to face him. 'Are you making fun of me?'

He hadn't stopped laughing. 'Now now,' he said, reaching up to detach the shower head once more. 'Of course I am not. No need to accost me, lover,' he added, fiddling with the switches on the head.

'Then what's all thi-'

'I am trying to show you,' he growled playfully. 'Ah ha!' he said triumphantly as he turned the water from spray to jet.

'Oh, I didn't know it did that either. Is that what you are showing me?' she sounded impressed.

Eric grabbed her hand and pulled it under the water. 'In part,' he smiled. 'Feel that pressure?'

She nodded.

'Good. Turn around.' It obviously was not a question.

Sookie turned, her back flushed to his chest.

'Now,' he started. 'I will repay you,' Eric added, with one arm snaking up around her waist to soft pull at her nipple.

She whimpered. 'For what exactly?'

'For you. Experimenting. On me,' his pulls turned to tugs, the roughness of his fingers caressing her in all the right ways.

Eric turned the jet on to Sookie, the water hitting her hard just above one of her knees. 'Spread your legs,' he rumbled huskily in her ear.

He turned the jet higher so the water was now hitting her on her inner thighs. The vibrations from the force of the water were being sent upwards, making her moan.

Sookie's feet inched apart to just past shoulder width. Eric's free hand moved from her hardened nipple to bracing across her chest, crushing her to him.

'Put your hands together around my neck. Hang on,' he threatened.

Sookie watched wide-eyed as Eric teased the jet closer and closer to where she desperately wanted it. Needed it. But she knew from the pressure of the water already, it was too much, It would be too much. She hung on tighter, grateful that Eric was wrapped around her.

'Are you ready?' he asked rhetorically.

He quirked his wrist a fraction from where it was, sending the jet straight on her clit.

'Ooooohh fuuuuuck!' Sookie moaned loudly, her legs almost giving way as the phenomenal pressure of the water battered her already over stimulated pussy.

'This is how you made me feel,' Eric whispered into her ear, feeling her go limp beneath him.

'Eric, please! It's too much! Errriiic!' she shouted as the water rammed her clit. Her legs finally gave way, and for a moment, the water splashed against her hip. Her knees tried desperately to pull together, to try and stop the water. There was too much. It was too good.

'No!' he yelled, sliding his thigh between hers and forcing her legs open. The water returned to slapping against her clit which was swollen with need.

'Fuuuuck! Eric! I can't!' she groaned as the water seemed to come faster and harder against her. She no longer had the strength to hold herself up, her arms slipping from around Eric's neck.

He held her in place with ease, holding in his other hand the shower head which was doing its job oh-so well.

'See Sookie?' he growled. 'This. This is how you make me feel. Every second of every day.' Eric's eyes rolled back in his head as his moan was drowned out by hers. She was grinding against him softly, her softness moulding so well into his hard muscles.

Her body began to clench, he knew she wasn't far off. 'Come Sookie. Let me hear you,' he said, holding back from coming himself as she pushed back into him.

Her words had become slurred and strung together; her brain wasn't quite functioning with the amount of pleasure wracking through her body.

'Aahh! Aahherrriiiic! Errrric!' she shouted, her body jolting and shaking as her orgasm hit.

Eric kept the jet in place, making her orgasm crash through her over sensitized body again and again.

'Fuuuck, Erric, please,' she began to whimper as she writhed in his arms.

For some time, Eric held the shower head in place, making Sookie come multiple times in his arms. As the last orgasm hit her, she shuddered out a breath and went limp against him.

When she had stilled, he switched the water back to spray and rinsed them off a final time before carrying her out of the shower.

Taking a large and impossibly soft towel he dried himself with vamp speed before bundling her up in the towel and lifting her into his arms.

Eric switched the light off in the bathroom and in the hall, conducting a final check of the house for anything out of order in vamp speed before laying her into his bed in his cubby.

Sookie's eyes opened to see him looking at her.

She glanced down at his ever present erection; obviously he was just as turned on by her coming as she was.

'Is that really how you feel about me?' she asked sleepily.

'Undeniably,' he answered immediately.

Sookie smiled with a yawn. 'How much time do we have?'

Eric pulled her into his side, letting her use his shoulder as a pillow. 'Not enough. The sun is moments away.'

She mumbled something unintelligent and curled into him. 'Thank you for tonight. It was better than I ever could have imagined.'

Eric grinned. 'I agree,' he sighed. He rolled onto his side and looked into her eyes, his arm laying on her hip and pulling her into him. Suddenly, his expression turned deadly serious. 'Promise me something.'

'What is it Eric?' she asked softly, draping her arm around his back and pressing up as close to him as possible. Who needs air conditioning when you have your very own super cooled vampire… she thought absently

'Promise me,' he demanded, his eyes frantic.

'Yes, anything,' she said earnestly.

His gaze flitted away. 'Don't leave me again. Please.'

Sookie reached up and cupped his chin, pulling his lips to hers. 'Never,' she whispered tenderly against him.

Eric pressed his lips into hers, not moving, just promising. He felt the sun come over the horizon, and he turned still in her arms.

'You are mine, Eric Northman,' Sookie whispered, kissing him once more and surrendering herself to the exhaustion that comes after a night of sweet reconciliation.

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