Saturday, January 24, 2009

Yes, Officer

Another gratuitous smut story, just for you my lovelies. And as always with smutty one-shots, it falls under the PWP category (Plot? What Plot?) Hehe, enjoy. :)

. . . . .

The annual Halloween bash at Fangtasia was a huge success. The bar was packed and everyone was having a good time. Predictably, just about all the fangbangers had dressed like... drum roll please... vampires! Even the vampires had dressed up, and some of the costumes were hilarious.

Thalia was a Greek goddess, wearing a one-shouldered toga with gold accents; she was absolutely stunning. Indira was dressed as a harlequin with a black and white jumpsuit and black diamonds painted on her eyes. Clancy was the devil and certainly filled the part well, seeing as he was kind of tempermental this evening; more than one fangbanger offered to sell him their soul.

The biggest surprises of the evening were Pam and Bill. I hadn't even realized Bill was at the party until he came up to greet me. I nearly choked on my drink as I saw him. Standing in front of me with a fangy smile and True Blood in hand was Luke Skywalker, lightsaber and all. Pam was channeling 80's Madonna for the evening. She had teased hair, a trampy wedding dress and lace gloves, complete with the 'VIRGIN' belt buckle.

Eric and I wore a couple's costume, and he was thrilled with my choice. Since Halloween is basically an excuse for women to dress like total whores and get away with it, I picked out something I knew my viking would adore. He was dressed as a cop, and I was his prisoner. His dark blue shirt and pants fit him impeccably, making fangbangers want to go turn themselves in. Complete with a nightstick, several pairs of cuffs and a badge, Eric was enjoying the hell out of himself.

My outfit was nearly non-existant it was so small. A bright orange minidress proclaimed that I was 'Prisoner ID 69-69-69-69, Property of the Penile System' and barely covered me. The front was unzipped far enough to show off my black lacy bra, and I had to wear black hotpants underneath so I didn't flash the entire bar whenever I moved. Pam let me borrow a pair of black thigh-high stiletto boots and Eric insisted on cuffing one of my wrists.

Around 3 am the party started winding down, so Eric and I took our leave. I felt his lust raging through the bond as I squirmed into the Corvette, trying not to expose more of me than was already visible. He had a devious glint in his eyes as he slid in the driver's seat, but he had mastered blocking me so I had no idea what he was thinking. Oh, I knew it centered around us naked and screwing like rabbits in heat, but something told me he had a plan for the rest of the night. Since whatever he was thinking would bring me pleasure also, I decided to play along. I batted my eyes and put on my poutiest look as I rubbed his thigh.

"Officer, I can't go to jail. Is there any other way I can pay for my crimes?"

His eyes sparkled as his fangs ran out. "I believe that we can come to a compromise, Mrs. Northman." I felt the car speed up.

"Thank you, Officer. I would do anything to keep this off my record." I brushed his length through the thin material of his pants and the car sped up a little more. Within ten minutes we were parked in the garage.

He had my door open before I could even reach for the handle. I took his offered hand and stood in front of him. "How soon will I start my sentence, Officer?"

I was spun around and pressed into the side of the car in a split second. "Before I can hand you your sentence, I need to search you. Hands on the roof and spread your legs."

"Yes, Officer." I arched my butt towards him and placed my hands flat on to top of the car. Slowly, he ran his hands up my arms and down my sides. Down the left leg, back up the right. Inching my dress higher, I felt a sudden breeze as he ripped my hotpants along the seams.

"Well, Mrs. Northman, it seems that I need to search you more thoroughly. I'm taking you into custody. Hands behind your back, please." I clasped my hands and he cuffed me. Turning me towards the house, he tried to escort me inside. Unfortunately, I had been drinking and wasn't too steady on my heels. Sighing, Eric picked me up and threw me over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. "I see you are resisting. We cannot have any of that."

He zoomed upstairs and back down into the bedroom before I could protest. He stood me up next to the newly-installed stripper pole and uncuffed me. Turning me around yet again, he recuffed me so my arms were around the pole. He pushed me into position, bending my waist and spreading my legs. I heard his belt jingle and felt something cool and hard on my thigh a second later.

"You have been a very bad girl, Mrs. Northman. What can we do to remedy that?" The nightstick ran up my leg and stopped right next to my center. I wiggled a little and a hand lightly smacked my ass. "Ah ah ah. No moving."

The nightstick settled on top of my clit and slowly rubbed in circles. Surprisingly, it actually felt good. Different, but still good. When Eric deemed me wet enough, he pushed the stick inside me, thrusting it gently. It wasn't unlike using a toy, except that I wasn't the one controlling the action. I was brought to the edge over and over again, but never allowed to come. When he finally pulled the nightstick away from me, I was shaking with need. I could feel through the bond that Eric was barely controlling himself.

"Eric, please..."

"Please, Officer..."

"Please, Officer. Fuck me." He was inside me instantly. Two thrusts and I came so hard my knees buckled. Gripping my waist, Eric held me up until my legs started working again. I held onto the pole for dear life as he began moving inside me again. Reaching around me, he unzipped my dress and tore the arms to get it off me, never losing his rhythm or slowing down. My bra soon followed.

Working my clit in time with his pounding, it was no time before I was on the verge of another mind-melting orgasm. He leaned over my back and brushed my hair aside before sinking his fangs into my neck. My whole body seized up as pleasure washed over me, and from the groans in my ear, Eric was getting off just as hard as I was.

After he licked my wounds and pulled out, I was released from the handcuffs. I rubbed the indents and marks on my wrists and pouted at him.

"Next time, I'm locking your ass up."

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


This is actually based on a dream I had. Some things have been changed, but that's just because dreams aren't linear. This was an Alex dream -not Eric- but I left the name out so you can picture whoever you want. :)

. . . . .

He stood in the doorway, the light behind him outlining his muscular form, making him look like an angel. Slowly, seductively, he walked to the bed and crawled on top of me. Looming over my body, he whispered in my ear.

"I've always wanted you."

The breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. As his fingertips traced my jawline, feather-light kisses were trailed across my face and neck. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his lips to mine and moaned as our tongues met. His hands roamed my body, soft touches and caresses making me arch my back into him.

"Move for me."

I gasped against his mouth and writhed at his command. When his wandering fingers found my breasts, light pinching and pulling hardened my nipples into tight buds that scraped across his pectorals. I felt his lips widen into a smile as he licked and sucked his way down my chest. Flicking his tongue out he teased my nipples, his hands never ceasing their downward movement. When they reached my center, my hips bucked involutarily as he brushed my clit gently.

"Watch me."

As my eyes locked with his as a finger slipped into my tunnel. A moan escaped me and he smirked, stroking me from the inside. I watched as he kissed and licked his way down my stomach, my fingers running through the long, dark blond hair of the man worshipping my body. He sucked my nub into his mouth and increased the speed of his fingers. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on his as I felt my climax building.

"Come for me."

His order was accompanied by teeth grazing over my sensitive flesh. The pressure became too much and I felt my body explode. My head flew backwards and a low, animalistic sound came out of me. He continued to stroke and suckle me through the orgasm, licking me clean of juices and until I was ready to go again. Crawling over me again, I felt his warm weight settle on my still-heaving chest.

"I want to fuck you."

His coarse language stoked the fire in me and I stretched up to his lips. I could taste myself on his tongue. Nudging my legs apart -even further than they already were- he settled between my thighs and rubbed himself against my entrance. My hips rose in invitation, but he just teased me with the head.

"Say my name."

He pushed in and I moaned the word. Hissing in approval, he attacked my neck as he sunk into the hilt. I knew I would have marks on my neck from his attentions, but I couldn't bring myself to care while he was fucking me. I scratched my nails down his back until I could grab onto his glorious ass. As I kneaded his flesh, he sped up until I was gasping for breath in between moans and begging for release.

"Ah, you are amazing."

His mouth overtook mine as he felt me tensing. My body convulsed and shook with pleasure as he drove into me mercilessly. I felt his body stiffen as he filled me up, his cock throbbing in time with his pulse. I groaned as he collapsed on top of me, but reveled in the sensation of the gorgeous body pressing against mine. He stood and brushed his fingers from my temple down and across my collarbone.

"Beautiful, my love."

I felt my eyelids drooping as he retreated back to the doorway. The light shone around him again, highlighting his perfect form. The last thing I remembered was seeing him blow a kiis at me.

"Goodnight... Lover."

Friday, January 16, 2009

Get Drunk! (NOT FF)

I recently dug up an old book of poetry I wrote, and taped inside was this prose by Baudelaire. I fell in love with it all over again, so I'm sharing it with you.

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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need.
So as not to feel Time's horrible burden
that breaks your shoulders and bows you down,
you must get drunk without ceasing.
But what with?
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue,
as you choose.
But get drunk.
And if, at some time,
on the steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking up when drunkenness
has already abated,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which speaks,
ask them what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock will reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be
the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine,
with poetry,
or with virtue,
as you choose!"
-Get Drunk! by Charles Baudelaire

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Post Dead Hearts Still Feel. Um, yeah... this was really hard to write. Don't hate me. Listen to these: "Shadow of the Day" by Linkin Park, "My Immortal" by Evanescence.

. . . . .

It was a freak accident; a horrible, horrible tragedy that literally turned my life upside-down. Three-hundred sixty-four days ago, my entire world shattered.

Nothing held meaning anymore. Food lost its taste, vibrant colors faded to gray, music turned to white noise. My house -once my sanctuary, my center- had turned into a mausoleum, memories etched into every corner.

I thought my heart was broken before, when Bill confessed to me that I was just a project for the queen. I scoffed at my naivete. That was nothing, a school-girl crush. I now knew what a broken heart truly was, and I wouldn't wish this sort of pain upon my worst enemy. It felt as if there was a ragged hole in my chest, a crushing pain that would never cease. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to catch my breath, hyperventilating until I passed out from the panic.

Barely able to sleep, the images imprinted in my skull ravaged me every night. More than once, I woke up to the sound of my own screams. Lately, the attacks had been getting worse and I knew it was because of the date. Tomorrow was the anniversary of both the best and the worst day of my life.

Nearly ten years had passed since I first saw my husband. I'll never forget walking into that bar for the first time, seeing him sitting in a throne while people worshipped at his feet. He was a gorgeous, dangerous, charismatic vampire back then, even when he still scared the crap out of me. Now he was gorgeous, dangerous, charismatic... and my husband. Five years ago we were married in Las Vegas. We had a huge ceremony in Louisiana six months later and life had never been better.

Tonight, on our fifth anniversary, I was going to give Eric the greatest gift I had to offer him. I was going to be turned into a vampire. Once I had made my decision, all the stress left me and a calm resolve took its place. One lifetime wasn't enough to spend with your soulmate, and lucky for me, my mate had the ability to give me more than one.

As we drove back to our house from dinner, I laid the seat back almost flat and watched him in profile. His hands were glued to the wheel as we flew down the highway, eager to get home so we could make love one last time before he buried me. Pulling onto our exit, the car slowed to a stop at a red light. Eric turned to me and kissed the back of my hand.

"I love you, Sookie. Eternity is waiting for us." I smiled and raised up to kiss him, trying to express all the love in my heart without words that couldn't do justice. I settled back into the reclined seat as we started to move, and then the world stopped turning.

An SUV tried to rush through the light and plowed into the driver's side of the Corvette. Somehow the hood detached and sliced through the top of the 'Vette like a hot knife through butter. When the grinding and screeching ceased, I was mostly unharmed, contorted inside the ruined car. I sat up and looked around for my husband, easily the worst moment of my life. Half of him was still sitting in the driver's seat. His head and shoulders were on the ground about twenty feet away. I vaulted out of the car, ignoring my body's protests and fell to my knees beside his face. Even though it was already starting to flake away, I cradled what was left of him to my chest and screamed.

I didn't notice when the ambulance came. I didn't notice when they tried to examine me. I didn't notice anything until someone tried to pry the remains of my soulmate from my desperate grasp. Several strong pairs of hands restrained me as I fought to hold on. A pinch in the crook of my elbow was immediately followed by my entire body going limp. The last thing I saw before fading to black was Claudine, bawling her eyes out.

I woke up three days later. Inconsolable, I needed someone to force me to live. I couldn't move, eat, sleep, speak... nothing. Besides crying and sobbing his name, I didn't say a word for almost a month. Even then I still didn't leave the house, wearing his clothes and wallowing in my depression.

Six months later I was able to function on my own again. In Eric's will (vampires made wills?) Fangtasia was given to Pam, along with a hefty chunk of money. Everything else was mine; houses, businesses, bank accounts I didn't know existed... all of it. Pam and I spent a lot of time together. I never set foot in Fangtasia, but she came to me almost every day. We watched movies and went shopping. I had a tendency to burst into random fits of tears, but I was learning to control it, at least in public.

Per Dr. Ludwig, I was placed on a strict regimen of sleeping, anti-depression and anti-anxiety pills, plus several vitamins to make up for my lack of nutrition. I hated taking medicine, but I forced myself to swallow it daily. Well, today was another day, so I set my alarm and downed my knockout pill. I curled up in one of Eric's t-shirts and cried myself to sleep, just like every other night.

When I woke up, it was the anniversary of the beginning and the end of my life. I went to a couple appointments and came home to sulk. I was by myself, having ordered everyone I knew to leave me alone today. The phone was off the hook and I would refuse to answer the door if anyone knocked. I locked all the windows and doors, pulling all the blinds and curtains shut, double checking that not a single ray of light made it into the house. A bottle of wine in one hand, a photo album in the other, I sat on our bed and relived the best years of my life.

Every time he saved me, every kiss, every touch, every fangy smile was revisited. Our wedding pictures, from both ceremonies. The honeymoon in Venice. The log cabin in Canada. The time we dressed up as a cop and inmate for Halloween, and after the party when I had to 'pay for my crimes'. Pages and pages of memories assaulted me, each one more intense than the last. The bottle of wine was nearly empty by the last photo, taken the day before the accident. A simple Polaroid Pam had taken in the office at Fangtasia. She barged in on us making out and took the picture before we knew she was there.

Tears had been silently streaming down my face the whole night, but this picture broke the floodgates. I traced his face with my fingertip, wishing that I had died along with him. After the love that we shared, how could I possibly move on with my life? We were bonded, body and soul. Even before we shared blood, we had been drawn towards each other. Was it fate? I don't know if it was or not, but my only regret was not giving into him earlier. He truly was my other half, something I didn't realize I was missing until he filled the spot.

I shook the wine bottle and heard some liquid sloshing in the bottom, probably enough for a couple swallows. Thankful for the foresight to visit the lawyer today, I popped the top on my bottle of sleeping pills. I had just refilled the prescription last week, so there were more than enough to do the job. I poured the contents into my mouth, chasing the bitter pills with the rest of the wine.

I curled into a ball under the sheets, cradling the photo album to my chest. I would have given you my life then, and nothing has changed. I give my life to you now, my love. I will be with you soon. I could almost feel his cool fingers stroking my cheek as darkness took me.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Earning Their Keep

This is my first foray into SLASH and 'gheybuttsecks', so be kind. Regrettably, Micah is not mine. He belongs to EricDreamer, who was kind enough to let me do dirty, dirty things to him. This takes place long ago when Eric and Micah were still with their maker (who is a complete bitch). Gratuitous male-on-male lovin' ahead - don't like, don't read.

. . . . .

Eric entered the darkened bedroom, the only illumination coming from a few candles scattered randomly. Ignoring the shadowy figure in the corner, his gaze settled on the brunette in front of him. The other man, Micah, was similar enough to him that they could pass as brothers, despite them having been born centuries apart.

One had long, straight blond hair and striking blue eyes; the other had slightly wavy chestnut locks sitting over deep chocolate brown eyes. Although the brunette was marginally shorter than the blond, their bodies were a match. Both had wide shoulders, narrow waists and hips, well-muscled from top to bottom. Both of them nude, very faint scars that criss-crossed their bodies were visible, remnants of mortal lives spent on a battlefield.

Closing the space between them with two large strides, Eric crashed his lips into Micah's. Stubble ground againt stubble, rough tongues met, fangs extended. Threading one hand through the thick mane, Eric yanked the younger vampire's head back to attack his throat. As his fangs grazed the sensitive flesh, Micah's body shivered in response, emitting a low growl and raking his fingernails across the blond's back. One hand scratched its way down his back, over his toned ass, around his hips and wrapped around his quickly growing erection. The blond moaned, releasing his hold on the man's neck as his cock was stroked.

Stepping back a bit, Eric rubbed his hands across Micah's pecs, giving his nipples a hard tweak before shoving him backwards onto the plush bed. The brunette propped himself up on his elbows and watched as the taller man crawled up between his legs. Eric licked the underside of the thick shaft and swirled his tongue around the tip before taking it into his mouth. He was careful not to draw blood as he ran his teeth up and down in time with his nails scratching Micah's thighs. Taking the entire length in his mouth, Eric buried his face into the other man's pubic hair, grateful that vampires have no gag reflex or need to breathe. At this, Micah wrapped his hands in silken blond hair, throwing his head back and moaning loudly.

Responding to the insistent pull on his scalp, Eric slithered up to the lips waiting for him, kissing, licking, nipping all the way. Their tongues met and dueled for dominance as the men writhed against each other. Breaking the kiss to briefly lick two of his fingers, Eric pressed those digits deep into Micah, feeling his muscles contract around the invasion. Curling his index finger, the blond found a sweet spot that caused his partner to convulse and howl in pleasure.

Sitting back on his haunches, he curled his fingers again, eliciting another deep groan from Micah. The brunette raised his legs and Eric took that for the invitation that it was. Removing his fingers he spit on his hand, rubbing the makeshift lubricant over his thick length as he positioned himself at the man's entrance. Pressing his hands to the back of Micah's muscular thighs, Eric pushed through the tight ring of muscle, gasping at the tight heat.

Slowly, he eased himself inside and held still, waiting for the muscles to relax around his cock. When the spasming stopped, Eric started moving. Halfway out, then back in to the hilt then out again, the motion brought out growls and moans of pleasure from both men. Harder and harder, the blond pounded into the brunette, stroking Micah's hard-on in time with his thrusting. Adjusting his position slightly, Eric searched for the sweet spot again, knowing he found it when Micah cried out.

Fucking him in earnest now, Eric plunged hard into his partner, abandoning the other man's cock to prop himself in position. With a throaty howl Micah came, splattering his seed all over both of their chests. When his muscles contracted, Eric came as well, shooting deep inside the brunette. Leaing over Micah, he kissed the man as he pulled out.

After wiping themselves off with a thin towel, both vampires stood facing the darkest corner of the room. A female spoke, her voice icy.

"Good. You have entertained me well enough for the evening. I expect a better performance tomorrow, however. You are now free to feed."

The men bowed towards the voice before leaving the room, still naked. "Thank you, mistress."

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Tub Scene Remix

How the tub scene from Episode 8 would have gone if I directed. :)

. . . . .

"Bill? You home?"

Sookie poked her head into the old house and looked around. No lights were on, but she could hear faint music from upstairs.

"Bill? I'm comin' in."

The blonde closed the door behind her and walked up the stairs. When she reached the top, she noticed a stream of light flickering out from underneath the bathroom door. Smiling at the memory of their bath together, Sookie opened the door, prepared to hop in the tub with him. What she saw stopped her in her tracks, though.

"Eric! What are you doing here?"

The ancient vampire smirked, never lifting his head or opening his eyes.

"Ah, Sookie Stackhouse. What a pleasant surprise."

"Not really. What are you doin' here? And why are you in the tub?" He opened his sapphire blue eyes and focused on her, pinning her in place with his gaze.

"I required Compton's assistance. Since you have decided to meet me, however, that need has been circumvented. And I am soaking because it is relaxing."

"Why do you need to talk to Bill?"

"I would like to make use of your particular... talents."

"And you couldn't talk to me because..."

"You claimed that you are his, therefore I was to speak with him before approaching you. You have come to me, so that is no longer necessary."

Sookie's temper flared. "I didn't come to see you! I was expectin' to see Bill here, not another vampire!"

Eric waved a hand at her in dismissal. "It matters not. I am here, you are here, he is not. Please, have a seat." He motioned towards the toilet. She sat, waiting for him to continue. "It has come to my attention that there is a thief in Fangtasia. I would like you to find out who it is. That is all I require."

"That's it? And you couldn't come talk to me without Bill? I'm not his property. I can make my own decisions, thank you." The vampire raised his eyebrows at her, she obviously had no idea of the magnitude of her last statement.

"What is your decision, Miss Stackhouse?"

"I'll help you this time, but I refuse to be summoned. If you need any more favors, ask me yourself." He chuckled and stretched his arms over his head.

"I'll keep that in mind." With that, Eric raised himself out of the tub in all his naked glory. Sookie couldn't help but stare at the water dripping off of his long blond hair, across his huge biceps, down his well-defined pecs, over six-pack abs to die for (haha), and running down the full length of... She jerked her head away and blushed, biting her lip in astonishment. That thing was bigger than... well, a lot of stuff. Certainly bigger than Bill's had been.

Eric smiled at her discomfort, knowing exactly what was throwing her off. Even though he was perfectly comfortable being nude, the woman wasn't. He quickly dried and wrapped a towel around his waist. Peering down at her, he ran a finger down the side of her face, tucking an errant piece of hair behing her ear and tilting her chin up so he could look her in the eye. She shivered as his finger slowly ran along her jaw.

"Come, Sookie. Let's discuss this somewhere more appropriate."

She followed him out of the bathroom and into... the bedroom? Sookie stopped in the doorway while Eric made himself comfortable on the matress.

"The bedroom, Eric? Seriously? I'm not some fangbanger who's gonna just fall in bed with you, I'm not like that." He smirked and showed a hint of fang.

"I am well aware of that, Sookie. Please, sit." Cautiously, as if she expected him to jump up and ravage her at any second, she made her way to the bed. After kicking her shoes off, she scooted next to him, leaning against the headboard. "See, now isn't this more comfortable than the toilet?"

She had to agree with him. "Yes, it is. Now what did you want to discuss?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. Stiffening, she resisted for a moment before giving into the sensation. Bill was never much for cuddling, but Sookie loved it.

"I want to talk about you, Sookie Stackhouse. You bring out severe reactions in my kind, and I want to know why that is." He brushed another stray piece of hair back, noting how she leaned into his touch. "I have my suspicions, but I cannot say for certain what it is that is so alluring about you."

"I don't know why y'all like me so much. I like you 'cause I can't hear you like I hear everyone else."

"So you have no idea whatsoever what I'm thinking about right now?"

"Nope." She popped the 'p' and smiled.

"Good." Eric darted in and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. Automatically, her head rolled back to give him access and she moaned. He sucked and gently nipped her pulse point before she pushed him away, breathing heavily.

"Eric, stop! We can't do this! I'm with Bill and-" He pressed a finger to her lips and cut off her excuses.

"Shh, I understand your confusion. I also understand that you are not Bill's property, as you so vehemently insisted earlier. And although your mouth is saying no, the rest of you is saying yes." To prove his point he ran his index finger lightly down her side, causing her back to arch as she moaned softly. Embarrassed by her obvious attraction to him, Sookie blushed and tried to move away. Eric's arm tightened around her and she went nowhere.

"That shade complements you very well, lover."

"Lover? Where did that come from?"

"Sookie, I do not pursue partners. I have not done so for I-don't-know-how-many years. I find myself desiring you, wanting you, pursuing you. Therefore, I find it only appropriate to call you by a term of endearment."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you think too much?" He laughed.

"Only those who know me well, lover. Tell me, are you frightened right now?"

"Uh, should I be?"

"No, you should never fear me. However, most people are worried around vampires and terrified when alone with one, especially one as old and powerful as myself. You are a unique individual, and that is no bad thing."

"Oh, you are intimidating. And I'm sure you can be scary when you want to be. But besides cuddling with another man in my boyfriend's house, I'm fine."

Throughout the conversation, Eric had slowly stoked the fire inside Sookie until she was ready to burst. Soft brushes with fingertips, hints of breath at her ear, slight movement of the towel around his waist all indicated how much he wanted her. "Cuddling, lover? No, no. Cuddling comes afterwards. This is foreplay."

She opened her mouth to protest but was silenced by his tongue. Her entire body melted underneath his barrage of kisses, the fingers sliding underneath the hem of her shirt. Part of her mind screamed in defiance at the situation, but the rest of her rejoiced at the sensations flowing through her body. Every touch sparked, every kiss a jolt, every caress sent currents of electricity across her skin. Never in her life had she imagined anything this wonderful, and it seemed that he was just getting warmed up.

Eric moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She tasted sweet, like nothing he had ever experienced. Never before had he been unable to resist a woman, yet this naïve southern girl had infiltrated his senses and filled his mind with thoughts of her. The first time she had stepped into Fangtasia, she had intrigued him. He had been unable to tear his eyes from her once she spoke, and now he had her underneath him, writhing with desire. As much as he wanted to rip her clothes off and have his way with her, he controlled himself. Knowing that she had only ever been with one person meant he needed to be gentle.

Slowly he inched her shirt up, caressing each newly revealed piece of skin. Arching her back so he could reach, Eric unhooked her bra and slid it off. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and suckled, licking and biting until she was begging for more. Kissing his way down her stomach, he deftly unsnapped her shorts and pulled them off in one quick motion. She wore pale blue underwear, and it set off her tan skin beautifully. Carefully removing the last obstacle, he lowered the cloth and replaced it with his mouth.

Sookie gasped and bucked her hips involuntarily. Nobody had ever done this to her before, and it felt amazing. His tongue swirled around her clit as he pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned his name as he massaged her from the inside, adding another finger when she was wet enough. He felt her climax building and increased the tempo of his tongue. When she was teetering on the edge, he turned his head to her thigh and bit down. She screamed as her world exploded into stars and her body convulsed in ecstasy. When she came back to earth, Eric was looming over her with a big grin on his face.

"You are so gorgeous when you come." Still breathless, she grabbed his hair and pulled him in for another kiss. He pushed her knees higher and positioned himself at her entrance. Raising her hips in invitation she whimpered, needing him inside her, filling her completely. He penetrated her slowly, gritting his teeth to stop himself from fucking her until she passed out. Her nails dug into his back as his thickness stretched her tunnel.

When he was pushed in to the hilt, they rocked together. He took his time with her, savoring every delicious movement, every sound she made, every breath she took. Feeling her begin to tense for the second time, Eric picked up the pace. Nuzzling into her neck, he waited until the first ripple of her orgasm before sinking his fangs in. He stiffened and spilled inside of her as blood filled his mouth.

As her heart rate slowed to normal, he pulled out and laid next to her on the bed, pulling her into his side. She shivered with aftershocks as he stroked her hair.

"Eric. That was... wow." He chuckled and continued to stroke her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Come, lover. Let's get cleaned up." He led her into the bathroom and turned on the radio as she ran fresh bathwater. Settling in the tub, he pulled her down in front of him so her back was to his chest. Not a moment later, Eric heard a car pull up and the front door open quietly.

Bill pushed open the door. "What are you lis-" He froze as he saw who was in the tub. Sookie turned red and tried to shrink into Eric's chest. Fangs out, Bill took a menacing step towards the viking before he was stopped with a glare.

"Honestly, did you think you could keep her to yourself?"

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Not Quite Deja Vu

A quick and dirty one-shot for all my girls at the Pub.

. . . . .

Why does this all seem so familiar?

I was sitting in Eric's Corvette wearing my skimpiest short-shorts, a lacy red bra and a barely-there white shirt. The vampire driving down the gravel road, frowning at every pothole, wore only a pair of low cut, super tight jeans that showed off his best assets, both in front and back. We turned off the gravel road onto a set of ruts that could barely be called a driveway. Bumping downhill, we stopped in front of a large cabin.

What the heck? I've never been here, but it feels like I know what's going on...

Eric, always the gentleman -or at least when he wanted to be- opened my door for me and helped me out of the car. Placing his hand on the small of my back, we walked to the door and knocked. When I saw who answered, my heart nearly stopped. Quinn... and he was naked... and very happy to see me. Eric greeted him as if it was perfectly normal to be speaking to his wife's nude 6'9" ex-boyfriend. I pushed past the two behemoths and ran right into another one. Alcide, who was also naked and happy to see me.

Oooo-kay... I think I'm going to have a fuckin' panic attack.

Looking around the room I saw Sam, Bill, Pam and Amelia. My eyes widened when I realized that Eric and I were the only ones clothed. A large pair of hands spun me around and I corrected myself - I was the only one with clothes on. Eric pressed himself against me and any reservations I had about this situation were swept away. Another large pair of hands wrapped around my waist and unbuttoned my shorts, shimmying them down my hips. My shirt and bra quickly joined the pile of clothing in the corner.

Eric snaked his hand down between my legs and flicked my clit a few times. My legs automatically opened and a different set of fingers pushed into me. They were warm and just as large as my viking's... Quinn. My eyes fluttered and I caught sight of Pam, who was concentrating on swallowing Alcide. Next to her, Amelia was sandwiched between Bill and Sam. My little cluster walked over to an empty spot on the couch where Eric made himself comfortable.

I positioned myself on him 'reverse cowgirl' style and took Quinn's almost-as-big-as-a-viking erection into my mouth. I sucked in time with Eric's thrusts and moaned around my mouthful. I heard a loud groan from someone else and a minute later, that someone was underneath me, suckling my nipples and rubbing my clit. I felt fangs, but had no idea if it was Bill or Pam.

My orgasm exploded before I knew it was coming and Eric stiffened inside me as my body rippled with pleasure. Quinn came like a cannon, his hot seed shooting straight down my throat. I managed to swallow most of it and was grateful that being with Eric had cured any gag reflex I might have. Several hands lifted me off of one cock and placed me onto another. This one was as warm as the one I just had in my mouth.

I peeked over my shoulder and saw it was Sam fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Eric was going to town on Amelia's mouth while Alcide took her from behind. Pam and Bill were going at it like wild animals, scratched and bleeding and growling at each other.

We all fucked and sucked and rode and teased and pleased each other for hours. Somehow I ended up in the middle of a gigantic ball of flesh. We all writhed together, not knowing who we were touching, whose parts were whose, what holes were being plundered. I lost count of how many times I came, how many climaxes I helped with. Finally, my body couldn't take it anymore and I collapsed to the floor, a boneless pile of post-orgasmic bliss. Amelia fell to one side of me, the shifters and the Were landed on the other side. The vampires merely seemed amused at our exhaustion.

"Sookie," Eric began, "I need to feed." Laying back, I motioned for him to come to me. He was followed closely by Bill and Pam, but I didn't really think about it. Kneeling to one side of me, my viking bent his head and sank his fangs into my breast. Bill lightly kissed me on the lips before biting into my neck. I felt a tongue swipe across my clit, then another set of fangs drove into my femoral artery.

The vampires drank, and drank... and drank from me. At first it was nothing but pleasure, another climax in this surreal orgy. Darkness began to wash over me and I weakly protested, but they continued to take my blood. My body refused to work for me. My mind was slowing and I could barely... keep my eyes... open... must stay... awake...

. . . . .

"Sookie? Sookie, wake up!"

A large hand shook my shoulders as I struggled to open my eyes. I was in a large bed with obscenely soft crimson sheets. Raising my arms above my head I stretched out, joints popping the whole time. I spoke to Eric through my haze.

"No more multiple vamp feedings, okay, hon?" I could practically feel his eyebrows raise at that.

"Um, what?"

"You and Bill and Pam all fed on me at the same time and you almost killed me. You know after... um... everything else that happened?" My cheeks flushed as I said this. I couldn't believe I had actually done any of the things that I did last night.

"Sookie, love, I have no idea what you're talking about. I woke up less than an hour ago and you were asleep. You started thrashing around a moment ago, so I got you up."

"So we didn't... it was a dream." I melted into the bed with relief.

"Yes. Now would you kindly inform me why you were begging Alcide and Quinn and Bill to fuck you?"

Oh, shit.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Fur + Fangs = Fun

A/N: This is a pairing of two people we all know and love who never seem to get any on their own, so I decided to give them a hand. It's also something of a special request from someone who has given me a lot of ideas and inspiration, you know who you are, you dirty girl!

. . . . .


The alarm clock smashed against the bedroom wall and died a painful death. Rubbing his face, Sam Merlotte yawned and sat up. He disentangled himself from the sheets and stretched as he stumbled to his bathroom, joints popping with each step. Eyes still blurry, he splashed cool water on his face in a half-hearted attempt to wake up.

God, my head hurts like a sonuvabitch. I musta drank myself retarded last night. Fumbling around in the medicine cabinet, Sam managed to dig up a few aspirin. He cupped his hands underneath the faucet and sipped at the water. In the shower, Sam noticed his neck was a little sore on one side. Figuring he just slept on it wrong, the discomfort was ignored.

After toweling off, Sam stood in front of the mirror and lathered up to shave. As he tilted his head back to get underneath his jawline, two small pinkish marks caught his attention. Two perfect circles, just the right distance apart for... No, it can't be... I... Gingerly, the shifter touched the side of his throat, feeling the pulse underneath his new scars.

"What the FUCK?!?" As the memory resurfaced he slapped his palms to his forehead. "Oh, fuck me."

. . . . .

Pam was on the lookout for a good time. Helping Sookie with her surprise for Eric had tested her control, especially after the little impromptu photo session. Even though Sookie was by far her favorite human, Pam would enjoy exacting punishment on her; after all revenge was a dish best served cold.

She had grown tired of feeding from the fangbangers at Eric's bar, and she sure as hell wasn't going to be there when she didn't need to be. Giving into an urge, she drove to Bon Temps to see if Amelia was available. They had enjoyed each others company a few times before.

Unfortunately when she got to her house, she smelled a Were inside and Amelia was definitely occupied. She rolled her eyes and sighed before getting struck with an idea.

It wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind, but this was the fist time she had a chance to act on it. Pam had always considered herself up for experimentation, but she had never done this before. There's always a first time for everything, she thought as she drove away.

. . . . .

Merlotte's Bar and Grille had been closed for an hour and Sam was, as his customers called it, hammered. He didn't drink often, but every now and then he got the urge to go on a bender.

That's where owning your own bar came in handy; a bottle of whiskey and maybe a mixed drink or two wouldn't kill his profits, and seeing as it was a rare occurence anyway Sam didn't begrudge himself that. Tonight he was sitting in front of his newest addition, a 55" HD plasma flat-screen TV. It cost an arm and a leg, but it was well worth it. The better TVs he had, the more money he could pull in on game days.

For now, though, the TV was tuned to some miniseries on war. The really tall guy with the buzzcut looked familiar, but the drunken shifter couldn't quite place him. He smelled the vampire a second before she appeared by his table.

"Pam? What are you doing here? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I found myself at loose ends in this area and wanted some refreshment." Sam raised an eyebrow at her. Uh-huh, right. Vamps and their ulterior motives, wonder what she wants.

"Yea, um, help yourself." Pam busied herself behind the bar for a moment, then sat next to the shifter. She finished her True Blood as Sam downed several shots and three Jack 'n Cokes. He turned to Pam before slurring at her.

"I shink I should get to... uh.. to bed. Yeah." He stood up for all of three seconds before toppling over. The vampire caught him before his head cracked on the floor and he looked up at her.

"Ya know, Pam," he snickered, "you're actually kinda pretty for a dead chick."

Pam smiled one of her rare genuine smiles. The extended fangs ruined the picture somewhat, but the intent was clear. "Why thank you, Sam. You aren't so bad yourself, for a dog."

She helped him out to his trailer and he invited her in. She actually isn't so bad for a bloodsucker, I guess. At least she helped me out here.

"Hey, do you want another True Blood or anything?" He turned around and jumped. Pam was inches away from him.

"No, thank you. I prefer the real thing." She wrapped her arms around him and shoved her tongue in his mouth. Sam froze for a split second before his male programming took over. He pushed his tongue against hers, fighting for dominance.

Pam wrapped her hand in Sam's shirt and pulled him towards his bedroom. Once there, she shoved him onto the bed and stripped. Swiftly, she removed all of his clothing, too.

The shifter was in shock when the vampire climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. She impaled herself on him and he moaned in pleasure. Pam reveled in the warmth of the cock inside her, Sam savored the cool flesh against him. It was utterly unlike anything they had experienced before.

Pam rode him like there was no tomorrow, pinching his nipples and gasping when he hit the sensitive spot inside her. Sam placed his hands on her hips and gripped tightly. A few thrusts later, she leaned over his chest and nuzzled into his neck. When her fangs sank in, they both came.

She slid off of the shifter and wrapped her hand around his softening member. Stroking gently but firmly, she was intent on making him hard again, no matter how much alcohol he had consumed. When she placed her lips around him and sucked, Sam felt a jolt run through his body as her fangs grazed his head. He stiffened again under her careful attention.

Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she barked at him. "Fuck me, shifter." Sam responded immediately, getting on his knees and pushing back into her.

"No. Not there." She rocked forward until he was completely out. Reaching back, she grabbed his cock and pressed it against her small puckered hole. "There."

"Uh, are you sure? This'll hurt." Pam scoffed and turned to look at him.

"I am a vampire. Pain IS pleasure. Now, do it."

Already slick with their combined juices, Sam pressed into the tight entrance. When the ring of muscle relaxed enough to allow him entrance, he nearly came with the sensation. It was so tight and wet, a curious blend of hot and cold flesh. Slowly, he eased himself in further and further. Fed up with the snail-like pace, Pam braced herself against the bed and shoved backwards, burying him up to the hilt in one swift move.

"Holy shit!" Sam yelled the same time Pam let out a long groan. His hands automatically went to her hips as they started to move together.

Tangling one hand in her hair, Sam yanked Pam's head back and pounded into her. She squealed in delight and ordered him to move harder, to be rougher. The shifter redoubled his efforts and smacked her ass so hard his hand hurt. She snaked one hand underneath her body to fondle his balls, earning an appreciative moan.

Leaning over her, he pushed her hair aside and bit the nape of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling and pinching her nipples as hard as he could. Never releasing her neck or her breasts, Sam plunged into her over and over. Pam bucked back into him after a particularly deep thrust and he bit down in surprise, breaking the skin. Without thinking about what he was doing, he lapped up the few drops that escaped, pushing her over the edge.

As the muscles around his cock spasmed erratically, he stiffened and released deep inside the vampire. When he regained the ability to breathe Sam collapsed on the bed, pulling out of her with a wet pop. Closing his eyes for a moment, he willed his heartbeat back to normal. He fought the overwhelming urge to pass out and looked at Pam, she was already dressed and waiting. Darkness started to overcome him, but he heard one last thing before he passed out.

"Hm, I was right. You aren't so bad for a dog."