Viva Las Vegas

Chapter 1

What happens in Vegas...

A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful Ljhjelm. A little Brain fart I had... story is all written and Beta'd... so daily updates for review love- Yay!

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"Amelia your crazy!" laughed Sookie, draining yet another shot.

"No, I am not," Amelia giggled back. "Did we or did we not come to Las Vegas to do something about your oldest virgin in Louisiana status?" when she said Virgin she whispered it, like it was a bad word.

Sookie blushed furiously, okay so she didn't really have a leg to stand on with that statement. After two bottles of California's cheapest chardonnay it had seemed like a good idea to book two flights to Las Vegas- Sin City. Two non-refundable flights. That's how both girls found themselves not forty eight hours after booking said flights in the bright glittering lights of Las Vegas, knocking back shots. Twenty four and being a virgin is not exactly normal these days, Sookie thought. Her horny little thoughts also added, not like anyone she would know from back home would be here. It is either do or die, now or never and she had never been to Vegas before.

Amelia leaned in to her, "Just go for it, that big beef cake the one with the purple eyes, you said you couldn't hear him very well. What are you waiting for, another twenty four years?"

That last bit hit home -big style. Sookie took a deep breath to steady her nerves, "what do I say?" she hissed at her friend, while trying to ignore the funny looks the bar man was giving her. Probably overheard that she was a virgin and was staring at her like she was mythical beast, unicorn or something, I mean it was Las Vegas after all. It was somewhat unfair to judge Sookie for not having had a relationship that lead to sex yet, but the truth was Sookie had a little disability; she could hear the thoughts of others. Not great when trying to find a suitable bed partner for your first time. Nobody needs to hear or see someone's thoughts wishing she was Angelina Joile or her ass looked fat when getting down and dirty.

"Just ask him, out right if he would like to show you his hotel room-this is Vegas everybody is looking for a hook up," Amelia giggled waggling her eyebrows as she brought another fruit flavoured cocktail to her lips.

"Oh My God," Sookie gasped, then gasped it again as a tall very handsome man walked into the bar, his long blond hair was tied back. He walked with such confidence that Sookie was sure he had just walked off the latest Milan cat walk show and just kept on walking straight to this bar. She also gulped as she realised every other woman in the bar was also looking in his direction. She shook her head, looking away. No body that good looking would ever go for her, she was just a simple bar maid.

"Now that's what I call prime, man meat, do you think he's proportional?" Amelia had a faraway look in her eye.

"I am sure he's tiny," Sookie giggled, having already deicide that Adonis of a man was way, way out of her league. Her brain backed her up in this assumption to make her feel better, when a stunningly gorgeous super model of a woman in an outfit that left nothing but the colour of her nipples to the imagination sat down next the handsome man, running her hand possessively up and down his arm it confirmed it. He was way out of her league.

"I bet he's not," Amelia was still staring holes into the super models 'R' us couple.

"Oh, he is. I am letting myself down gently, ghastly bedroom manners too, absolutely positively horrid in the morning," Sookie rolled her eyes like she was an authority on the handsome stranger.

Amelia laughed, "I'll say," she grinned, "he's freaking a vampire, I don't think you have to worry about an awkward morning with him," she giggled.

Sookie looked up from her drink, looking at him again. How did she not notice the faint glow around him the first time she looked at him. Just then he looked up at her and smiled, unfortunately so did the super model girl, her eyes narrowed on Sookie as she stuck her tongue in the handsome Vampires ear. Sookie blushed crimson, this made both of them laugh, she quickly turned her head.

No don't give it any more thought, Sookie told herself. She was here to have a good time, they two deserved each other, they were probably both boring as sin anyway.

"One more cocktail and I am doing it," Sookie declared, her mind made up. From the minds of nearly everyone here they were all doing it. Sookie had enough she was no longer wanted to be the odd one out. No, twenty four years of virginity was long enough, no more, tonight she would swipe her V card.

"Atta girl," Amelia clapped her on her shoulder, holding up a twenty to the bar man, "My friend will take a 'screaming orgasm' make it snappy," she shouted. Causing another blush to rise in Sookie's cheeks.

The bar man, also a Vampires laughed as his fangs descended, "Why, I don't finish till four am, love," he spoke in a London accent, "So a pity for me, she'll just have to settle for a cocktail, on the house," he winked at her. Sookie blushed even harder covering her mouth with her hand at the way the barman had spoken to them. Then cringing as she realised he was a vampire too and probably had heard every cringe worthy word Amelia and her had been talking about.

"If that's the case, you better give me... a slippery nipple, as well," Amelia smirked. "Four am did you say?" she added thrusting her chest forward twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.

Sookie wondered if she could die from embarrassment, but then rained it in, as they were in Vegas and what happens in Vegas stay's in Vegas, Right? Everyone knew that. Sookie gratefully accepted her drink. Looking round the bar, to see if she could still see the beef cake with the purple eyes, if you squinted he would almost look like a taller Vin Diesel- nice. He caught her eye, giving a smouldering look, to her surprise and astonishment she actually had the balls to return it.

Sookie licked her lips taking another sip of her dreamy drink, just as the tall handsome Vampire walked passed her, he looked directly at her inhaling deeply, his fangs descending with a snap. She looked away hurriedly as he carried on walking. She shivered, regular human, even one she couldn't hear very well would suit her fine for her first time. The super model woman was tapping a gold coloured key card the Handsome Vampire had given her on arm of her chair, looking smug, as she fluffed her hair.

Of course, 'super models inc'. would be staying in the executive floor, where else would the devastatingly gorgeous be staying, Sookie thought slipping off the bar stool, "Wish me luck," she whispered as she made her way over to the handsome beef cake.

His face lit up as she approached, "Hi I am Sookie," she blushed, holding her drink up partially hiding behind it.

"Pleasure to met you, I am Quinn," he smiled at her patting the seat beside him.

"So Quinn um... I am just in Vegas for the night and...and... I wondered if you would like to show me your hotel room?" she played with a blonde lock of her hair, dear lord in heaven she had never acted so wanton, so brazen in all her life. She repeated what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, once again; like a mantra.

Quinn beamed at her a little growl escaping his lips, "I'd love too," he said, shifting his hips to extract his wallet, out of his wallet he pulled out a gold key card. Oh not just for super models inc. apparently for lowly Bon Temp Barmaids too, Sookie thought smugly with a pinch of excitement.

"Very nice," Sookie smirk, embracing her inner sex kitten. Hell, her inner sex kitten had been plied with enough alcohol, so it was about time she showed her face after all what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, Right?

"How about I'll meet you up there in ten minutes, room number is on the key, babe," he smiled laying a paw of a hand over hers as he pushed the bit of plastic at her.

Babe? "Sure, I'll just go and freshen up, see you soon big guy," with a shaking hand she thrust the bit of plastic in her tiny black clutch she had gotten free with a magazine. Getting up and sashaying away from the table, going to the bathroom.

As soon as she got into the cubical she put the toilet seat down and pulled the card out staring at it, she was actually going to do this. She took a deep steadying breath, holy cow she was going to have sex with stranger called Quinn who called her babe of all things. Her heart beat like a wild thing, one more deep breath she left the cubical, washed her hands, not really paying attention to anyone around her.

Sookie pulled out her lip gloss, began applying it looking up, there stood the super model, she was even more stunning up close. A woman with bleach blond hair stood next to her, her mind was like Swiss cheese. Full of holes, she pulled out of the woman's mind sharpish.

"Is that mocha satisfaction? Yevetta, It looks gorgeous on you," the bleached blonde asked the super model. Yevetta, of course! She would have some foreign glamorous name and why wouldn't she? After all she already looked like some, Bond girl surely she should have the name to match.

"Ginger you are so stupid, of course it looks gorgeous on me, have you seen me, huh?" she snapped with a foreign accent to match the name, "It's Vampires kiss, and it's all I wear," huffed the leggy super model.

Sookie looked down at her barely there lip gloss in her hand, free with a magazine just like her purse. If it had a name it would be, 'cheapskate' or 'last season'. As she picked up her bag she smiled, noticing that the super model had the same bag, maybe she wasn't a totally unhip hillbilly, after all they must both read the same publications.

"Hey! Walmart, that is my bag," the imposing super model snarled at Sookie. Sookie grabbed Yevetta's bag off the counter shaking it at her.

"Walmart? That comment just shows how low rent you are, here's your bag you vapid airhead," Sookie gave back as good as she got, please with her use of the word 'vapid'. Her pleasure however was short lived as Yevetta yanked the bag in her left hand and Ginger yanked the bag in her right hand as Yevetta had grabbed Sookie's bag she held on for dear life.

"Let go that's my bag," pleaded Sookie letting go off the bag Ginger had grabbed causing Ginger to fall backwards, staggering she literally bounced of the counter, only to hit Sookie causing her to fall forward. Unbalancing Yevetta as she had a firm grip of Sookie's evening bag, the bag flew back smacking Yevetta in the eye.

"Oh my eye, oh my eye...she tried to blind me, did you see?" she wailed at Ginger from a heap on the floor. The two evening bags where on the floor, feeling a little hazy and wired after the incident, Sookie picked up the first bag, inside was twenty dollars she rummaged around, found a condom (safety first) and she could feel her lip gloss, right next to it lay the key card. Good she had her bag, Yevetta was clearly sleeping with a Vampire so only her bag would contain the condom Amelia had gifted her with before they set out.

Yevetta was still wailing when Sookie slipped out the door to make her rendezvous. Sookie nervously handed the lift attendant her gold key card, trying desperately to seem nonchalant, the alcohol made her feel confident only so far. She gulped as the lift stop on the top floor the exclusive gold floor for high rollers and members only.

The attendant handed her back her card, "905 it's just right down the hall on left, have a good evening ma'am," smirked the attended. Sookie pushed down the need to blush by repeating her mantra; what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. She mumbled a thank you, staring down the corridor jumping slightly when the lift doors closed.

"I can do this, loads of people do this. I am an American woman, hear me roar," Sookie said aloud to the empty hall way making her way to room 905 where Quinn lay, would be 'swiper' of her 'V' card. With resolve she made her way down the corridor. Stopping at room 905, she gave a nervous giggle as she entered the card into the slot, the door buzzed to life giving her entry to the room.

The room or should I say suite was pitch black, Sookie fumbled against the nearest wall to find a light switch but she couldn't find any.

"Hello?" she called out nervously.

She got no answer, then she caught a sliver of light coming from under one of the doors that she could barely make out, but her eyes where adjusting to the darkness. She stumbled, bit unsteady from the drink, the super high heels (on loan from Amelia) and the disorientating blackness, so they where the first to go. She giggled as she kicked them off. What a wonton hussy she was stripping in some guy's room she didn't know from Adam. The excitement buzzed in her tummy.

She made her way over to the sliver of light. Gently she pushed the door open, biting her lip. She could see a bit better the light was coming from the ensuite. The door was only slightly ajar. The lights dim, acting like a night light for the bedroom.

In the centre of the room was a huge four poster bed with curtains, honest to goodness thick velvet drapes all round the bed, that were closed. She punched the air as she seen the bed, suppressing the need to whoop. How many girls would get to say they lost their virginity in a huge four poster bed with curtains? It was like something out of one of her romantic novels and she would get to play the heroine and have her womanhood rammed, she giggled at that drunken thought.

After the initial excitement of the bed discovery, Sookie debated whether she should strip entirely or only her dress. She heard rustling of sheets, which helped her to make a snap decision; she was here for sex, both of them knew it, it was no point pretending otherwise. As it was not the type of situation you could ask 'what would Jesus do?' Sookie thought what would Amelia do? The answer came very quickly; if she was Amelia she would most possibly be stark naked by now.

Decision made she tugged at the zip of her dress, the white sun dress with red flowers on it pooled at her feet, followed by her bra, she giggled as her panties hit the floor. She went over to the bed her heart hammering in her chest.

"Hello", she whispered. No answer, she pushed her hand thru the thick soft curtains, fumbling till she felt flesh. With her knees balanced on the edge of the bed, she pulled herself forward the drapes closing around her. She held on to firm shoulders.

"Hi," she whispered as her lips met his, his cool lips. The kissing was wanton, hungry and demanding Sookie's arousal pooled between her thighs. He could kiss like a house on fire. Her nipples could cut glass, her core throbbed with the heat he generated in her. Twenty four years of pent up lust was released as she moaned, grinding against him.

"I want you so much," she urged feeling his hardness press against her. Her hands snaked up his shoulders touching his hair, hair? she gasped pulling back. Quinn was bald like Vin Diesel? Oh dear God!

She traced her fingers over his face. His jaw was strong and chiselled not at all how she imagined Quinn's face to feel. She gulped she ran her fingers over his lips feeling a sharp point of a fang. Holy moly she was naked in bed with a Vampire. She should be terrified, but so far he hadn't moved, he held her loosely round her waist he seemed to make no attempt to keeping her there. Testing her theory she moved back, the arms around her loosened allowing her to move back freely, just as she thought. Her eye's all the time adjusting to the lack of light.

Her breath came out in short bursts, she moved her hands to his hair once again running her fingers thru it, her mouth was dry but she managed to speak, "what colour is your hair?"

"Same as yours," he replied.

"Oh, oh..."her fear was confirmed, she had picked up the wrong key card. In for a penny, in for a pounding? Her tipsy thoughts unhelpfully provided. As she moved forward once again kissing his cheek, moving down to his neck placing small kisses, then back up again nibbling his lobe. The Vampire groaned.

"Do you want this?" the Vampire whispered not moving, almost like all his muscles where vibrating fighting against some unseen force.

"Seems kinda rude and waste for me to go now...I...I mean, oh hell, do you want me to go? Oh my God your girlfriend would freak if she found me here, shit, shit!" Sookie moved back again, her mind playing catch up to the situation, dousing some of the lust, but the way he kissed her just kept replaying and replaying in her mind.

"I don't have a Girlfriend and I agree it would be a real waste if you left now," the Vampire's lips crashed to hers.

"The woman in the bar?" she squeaked out as she halted him.

"A better class of fangbanger and very well paid for it," he answered his voice rich and velvety making her shiver Sookie moulded herself against the cool flesh of the Vampire but his coolness did nothing but fan the flames of the building inferno inside her. Urgh.

He kissed her again, moved along her jaw, down her neck...nibble...kiss...kiss...nibble...kiss, he went. Sookie hissed as his tongue swirled her nipple, his other hand palming her other breast.

"You are incredibly beautiful," he spoke into her flesh.

"So are you," Sookie replied. She could tell he was smiling with a mouth full of nipple. She allowed herself to fall back, hitting the bed.

"I can't believe my luck," the Vampire whispered as his hands explored more of her.

Sookie felt guilty, this Adonis of a Vampire, no this god of Vampires, the most handsome man she had ever clapped eye's on, as she was sure it was the blond Vampire from the bar was making love to her and treating her like a sex goddess and she was a pathetic twenty four year old virgin, sadly he deserved to know the truth.

"Um... you might not feel that way in a minute. . .oh fudge this is embarrassing?" she was thankful she had the cover of the pitch black darkness apart from a faint glow that seemed to come from the Vampire to shield her bright red face. "Um...I am virgin," she blurted out, turning her head into the pillow-cringing.

"I know, I can't believe my luck," she could tell he was smiling by the sound of his voice. Huh?

"Really?"

"Really, I am thanking every deity I've heard of to have this treasure-you in my bed. I am going to worship you."

"Oh. . . Oh My!", Worship away, she thought. Do your worst.

He resumed kissing her, she responded eagerly, bucking against him. She moaned as his hand slipped further down her body teasing her swollen lips, causing her core to clench.

"I want to taste you," his voice muffled as his fangs scraped along her toned stomach, sending goose flesh in his wake.

"You want to bite me?" Sookie asked, half moaned, lost in sea of pleasure her body had not encountered before.

"That too but first I want to taste you," he parted her thighs, she could feel his breath on her moistened sex as he inhaled, growling. The growl should have frightened her, reminded her she was in bed with a dangerous creature of the night, but instead it only made her wetter, he made her part her legs wider for him. It drove her insane with want.

"Oh little one, so wet for me," his tongue darted out flicking the other edges of her pussy, she bucked her hips, a strangled moan tore from her throat.

"Sookie, my names Sookie," she hissed, as his tongue made contact with her. It seemed only right he should know her name seeing as he was face to face with her pussy.

"My, Sookie," he spoke as he dove into her silky depths with his tongue.

"Oh sweet, sweet, Jesus!" she gasped, totally unprepared for the sensations her body was bombarded with. Holy mother of God.

"Eric," his voice rasped out, thick with desire. It took Sookie, a few seconds to comprehend why he had said a dude's name but then she realised it was his name. Doh! Eric.

"Oh Eric," she moaned, this seemed to spur him on soon he seemed to be fucking her, with his tongue. A pain began to build in the pit of her stomach, the feeling so based in pleasure it was painful. She fisted her hand through his long hair, yanking it roughly this only seemed to drive him further into her.

He moved a thumb to her soaking clit that was all it took her hip's lifted of the bed, an incoherent pile of expletives flew out of Sookie's mouth as a tidal wave of pure pleasure ripped through her body.

"Eric," she chanted. Never had she come like that by her own hand, her body twisted and shuddered.

"Stunning," Eric whispered. Stoking her body calming her from her violent climax, he moved up her again. Kissing her, she could taste her own fluids on him. It was strangely erotic for her, tasting herself on his lips. She moved in to take more of him nibbling his bottom lip dragging her teeth along it. Eric groaned, pressing his hard cock against her thigh which Sookie fleetingly thought was anything but tiny.

His hand move to between her legs, he began by rubbing small circles on her clit, all the while whispering to her telling her how beautiful she looked as she had come undone.

"So fucking tight," Eric hissed, as he dipped first one finger into her drenched core, Sookie moaned at the warmth that spread through her body.

Eric had moved his head almost as if he had become mesmerised by his finger plunging in and out of her tight, wet core. "Eric?" Sookie called. "Keep kissing me, I want to taste myself on your lips as you fuck me with your fingers."

"Fuck, Sookie," Eric moaned as he moved at Vampire speed covering her body with his. His fingers moved at a faster pace Sookie's hips moved to meet them. His lips claimed hers, as their tongues duelled. She wrapped her arms round him.

Soon she was building up again, this time prepared for the utter devastation of the pleasure that would soon tear her apart at the seams. "Yes, yes, yes," she yelled in to Eric's mouth, her hips bucking wildly as the waves began to crash.

"ERIC," she yelled for the whole hotel to hear, had the rooms not been sound proofed that is. Her core clenched and clamped down on his fingers, milking them, this had Eric's hips bucking in time with Sookie's and him snarling.

"I need you...um inside me," Sookie begged, parting her thighs even wider to take him. Ironically she thought she might die if he didn't take her right this second.

"Lover, look at me," Eric whispered, stroking the side of her face. She looked up to him he was hovering just above her, she could just make him out by his faint glow, his blue eye's blazed with intensity and unasked questions. Sookie searched his eyes.

Grabbing his firm shaft in her hand, she guided him to where she needed him most, answering the unasked question, "do it, I want you, I wanted you from the moment I saw you," she rubbed him along her slick folds.

The Vampire seemed to be breathing now along with her, he licked the length of her face rubbing his face against hers his arms shook, beside her head his body shuddered as if again he was fighting against some invisible force, then he seemed to calm with that he pushed forward, entering slowly, gently.

She gasped, at the feeling of being so stretched, he stopped, holding still, "Don't stop," Sookie moaned.

"You're killing me," Eric groaned, as the tension was back his arms.

"More," Sookie growled hardly recognising her own voice. Eric hissed as he pushed in further, his body thrummed like an over stretched guitar string. It nearly reaching breaking point when Sookie closed the gap between them by thrusting her hips, not caring for the tears that where stinging her eyes.

"God, you feel so good, so sexy," she moaned. That was enough for the Vampires control to snap, he began move inside her fighting the beast that wanted to pound her frail human body into the mattress, to fuck her into oblivion.

"You're Mine," the Vampire growled.

"All yours baby," Sookie moaned in the heat of the moment as she moved to met him. The earlier stinging as he had pushed past her barrier giving way to tremors of pleasure. As the woman under him, kept up his pace and showed no signs of hurting, Eric let go of a little more control, pounding harder.

"Yes! Just like that," Sookie called, "Ugh harder," she hissed allowing the spirit of the moment to take her completely. Biting his neck like she knew that would instinctively drive him wild. Not breaking the skin but the sensation of her blunt teeth dragging across his dead pulse, sent him wild with desire. Never before had he met a woman who could take him so completely, fit him so perfectly despite her tightness. The room echoed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

"Harder, I love it," Sookie screamed. Sweat covered her body as she moved to meet his every thrust.

"Tell me, your mine," Eric voice was hoarse, as he pounded into her body the pace relentlessly, her blood from her maiden head perfuming the air along with the heady scent of her sweet arousal. He could feel himself building to climax he knew Sookie was not far behind him, just a few more strokes and her blood would be the sweetest it could possibly be as she came undone all over his cock. His cock, he had never felt so hard, he knew once would never be enough with this woman. Once had been his undoing.

"I am yours . . . bite me," the words escaped only in strangled sob's from Sookie's lips.

She could never have known what she had just said to him, what those words meant to him and his kind. The beast didn't care it roared to life without hesitation or warning it struck. Eric's mouth clamped down on Sookie's throat his fangs piercing the delicate skin with precision. The blood bloomed in Eric's mouth, tasting so unlike any other's blood he had ever encountered.

Sookie's body convulsed as her mind was totally transported to another plane. Her walls clenched, squeezed and pulled Eric's climax's from him, he gladly gave her all of it. The long forgotten language of his mother tongue ripped from his lips, blood dripping from his fangs onto the deflowered virgin temptress below him.

When Sookie finally came down from her high, Eric was licking the blood from her neck, making little sounds of pleasure as he did so.

"Do I taste good?" Sookie asked.

"You have no idea," Eric answered.

"Does everyone taste good?"

"Hell, no! Some people taste like raw sewage. . . you however my dear I can honestly say are the most delicious one I have ever tasted," he spoke kissing where he had bitten her. If she only knew how close he came to draining her, she would not be smiling like she was now.

"Thanks, I think," she blushed. "Is it always like this? Sex I mean, I can now see what all the fuss is about," she asked dreamily.

"No, I can honestly say that, that too was the best I've ever had," he kissed her lips studying her face.

"Get out of here," she laughed. "I might have been the oldest virgin in America, but I am not totally naïve, but it is sweet of you to say. I imagine, I was pretty crap considering it was my first time and all."

"If you where lousy in bed I'd tell you, but it couldn't be further from the truth, quite the delight," Eric growled, then he smirked and the storm clouds in his eyes dissipated, "Lover, you're a natural," he waggled his eyebrow's causing Sookie to giggle.

"Oh that's disappointing," Sookie pouted.

Eric looked confused at her but smiling all the same, "How so?"

"Well, if I am such a natural, I guess, have nothing more to learn, no point in trying it again. Pity, I do like a challenge," Sookie continued to pout rolling over a little as if to make for the edge of the bed but only as far as Eric would allow her.

"Did, I say a natural? I meant awful, totally shocking, I couldn't possibly allow you to leave this bed till I have a least improved your skill a little bit," Eric said with a blank face apart from a tiny upturn in the corner of his mouth.

"I thought so, just being nice. You better show me what you got then. I would hate to go thru life as a crappy lay," Sookie grinned. Show her he did; twice more on the bed, once half off the bed, half on, once pushed up against the tiles in the bathroom then slow and tenderly on the bed again kissing her reverently as he made love to her. As a first time, it was better than she could ever had imagined, almost sad to know that tomorrow she would go home and what happens in Vegas stay's in Vegas. . .

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