Hello everyone, so it's been awhile but I've finally found some motivation to continue writing.
Hopefully this chapter was good enough; it's been such a long time since I touched this story but I really missed Godric and Aislinn. haha

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE TRUE BLOOD UNIVERSE. Only my own characters and plot line.

"He asked you what!" A voice screeched on the other side of the phone making the young blonde wince, and give the mobile contraption a dirty look before answering, "Sookie, you almost blew my eardrum out! And I'm not repeating myself." She could hear her cousin huff on the other end, "I don't think you know how big this is! Vampire blood isn't something you can go to the supermarket for. Plus you've know of the bond it creates!" Aislinn almost rolled her eyes at how dramatic her relative was being, but knew she meant well. "I know that! That's why I'm talking to you about it. You've done it with Bill and Eric, so you have a lot more vampire blood experience than I do. Plus I've been dodging Godric all week about it…"

The line grew quiet until a question broke it, "Didn't you already say yes?" And Sookie's half question-statement was true, she had agreed to it. However, there was still that small sense of fear. Fear of what happens after that? The unknown wasn't very fun, and then there was a Viking to deal with. Eric was finally starting to warm up to her; he would definitely strangle her to death if he found his maker and her were swapping blood! "Aislinn, hey! You there girly?" The southern voice broke her thoughts, "Yes… just thinking is all. You're not helping at all!" That made Sookie laugh, "Well you're an adult and you know how I feel about love. If you think Godric's the one then why hesitate? Have you even thought about coming back home?"

Asilinn slumped back into the giant gray chair she was snuggled into. The idea of leaving hadn't popped into her mind since Godric brushed her hair; how could she think of leaving such a soft yet sad soul like Godric? "I think your silence says it all. I love these chats Aislinn, but I do want to see you," Sookie spoke lowly, Aislinn knew her cousin was missing their sisterly bond. "Well I might be heading to Bon Temps here soon, well you know why, because of Eric and the Queen," that started up a whole new conversation. They spoke for what felt like an eternity until Bill interrupted and ended their phone call due to "date" plans.

Holed up in her chair and reading another novel, Eric couldn't believe how much she read. He thought it was a lost art. Godric had become accustomed to reading time; he would make Aislinn read aloud until business or the sun would take him away, or when she would doze off. "Lilla du?" Swedish words stole her attention, looking up from her book she saw Godric in the doorway. Finally, he has returned from one of his and Isabel's council meetings. A bright smile appeared on her face and she stretched her arms out; Godric had gotten used to her human gestures and knew what she wanted. He embraced her gently, "Have you been reading all this time?" She snuggled into his warmth and hummed in response making vampire chuckle.

Their little moment was broken by a snort, something Aislinn had gotten used to since a certain Viking kept hanging around, "Hello to you too, Eric. Back so soon?" She could feel the mixture of amusement and annoyance from the blonde male. Godric gave her a look while untangled her from him; he had been in a mood all week. She knew why, but Godric no matter how dominating, would never push her into something like this. Well not push her too much, and she appreciated that about him. "I'll be in the office in a few minutes Eric," Godric stated making his progency disappear and his mouth was on hers.

She squeaked out of surprise but responded to his affections immediately. No matter how many sneak attacks he did she was never prepared! The heat and frustration was pouring out of him, and she knew he was more upset that he couldn't hide it from her. They weren't the most typical twenty-first century couple. Pulling away, Godric whispered the unspoken question, the one she had been skirting around and he had patiently been waiting to ask. "When will you taste me, child?"

Sighing, all she wanted to do was hide behind her book but it was currently between Godric's hand and her thigh. Aislinn wasn't sure when that time would be, so she answered honestly, "When I'm ready to." The fanged man contemplated her words, but his stormy orbs darkened slightly, he hadn't liked that answer. "Do not enter the office until the door is open," He voiced leaving her personal space and leaving to attend whatever information Eric had for him.

Now he was giving her the cold shoulder? Wasn't he suppose to be over two-thousand years old and here he is acting her age. Than again it is all her fault. Raising out of her chair, she picked her book up and was off to find the only reasonable vampire in the nest, Isabel!

"Well it's understanable, you're making it seem as if his blood is dirty," The spanish woman stated before taking a sip of whatever was in her cup, "I never said that though!" The blonde exclaimed from across the table making Isabel raise a brow, "Come now, you aren't dumb Aislinn. You must know by now what blood means to my kind. And the bonds it creates." And the sheriff had her there. "I think that's why I'm so afraid," she mummbled making the older woman smile, "I can understand where you are coming from as well. However, Godric is a man- a dominate one at that; he's used to getting his way. But with you it's different, he cannot play the head and or glamouring games. I'm sure you frighten him just as much, sweetie."

Aislinn thought on that, "Sit here and think, but please do not torture him too long. Men hate waiting." Isabel reached across and patted her on the head, and with that Aislinn was alone with her thoughts. Why could he frustrate her but not the other way around? Why was he allowed to dominate her whenever he chose but not her? The more she sat in the lonely and dark kitchen the more angry she got. A few more minutes of stewing went by before the Empath was up and making her way to his office. The warning meant nothing to her at the moment. Without a knock she entered to feeling all eyes on her, and a bubble of rage hit her.

It wasn't Eric's rage that she was feeling. Her eyes connected with his and it was like an all out war broke out between their staring contest. The blonde Viking was quick to pick up on the tension and stood with narrowed eyes, "Eric, out." Eric laughed, even Aislinn couldn't believe she had just commanded him to leave. "Eric," Godric's voice boomed making her word final, and in a flash it was just her and her fanged lover. "Come here," his voice was so low that it sent shiver down her spine but she refused. "No, you come here," her voice shook, but she held her ground making vampire growl. Stalking around the desk it only took him mere seconds until he was in front of her. "Kiss me," Aislinn whispered, and if he was shocked before he certainly was now.

Godric had always been the first one to initiate anything physical between the two; she was the awkward youngster between the two. He didn't need to be told twice though. There was nothing gentle about their heated exchange; she clung to his arms as her legs started to lose strength and his hands roamed to her bottom. Next thing she knew she was flipped around and on the desk, "Stop!" Aislinn's voice squeaked, but Godric went still. Like a statue, he hovered over her as she tried to catch her breath. Narrowed eyes and fangs out, the empath should be afraid but all she felt was excitment pool between her legs.

"Give me your blood," she ordered in a whisper making the vampire's expression softened, without asking for an explanation he brought his wrist to the sharp fangs he wore. Aislinn's nose crinkled at the rusty smell of blood, but she wouldn't back down. Trading the lips Godric's bloody wrist touched; Aislinn sipped on the lukewarm liquid that rushed past her lips. A groan escaped the vampire's lips and she could feel the swirl of emotions building up in him. "Aislinn," her name sounded heavenly coming from his mouth, a tone of voice she hadn't heard in awhile.

Unlatching his wrist from her, Godric licked the blood off her lips and his hands hiked her sweater dress up past her hips, and her underwear became nonexistent. "God-" Aislinn began but his lips hushed her in a hungry kiss. She soon felt skin on skin, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for him yet. Bu the slipped in fast making her whimper. She clawed at his back the first few thrusts until he brought them above her head. "You think you can command me?" Godric's heated breath danced across her face as hi space became painfully slow and sharp. "You want to be in control?" He was driving Aislinn insane, and all she could do was give him a heated look.

"Answer me," authority radiated off of him as he slammed into her once more making the blonder gasp. "I-" His hard thrusts making it hard to comprehend the english language. "What are you?" his voice like a low rumble of a thunderstorm, his pace quickening but his force never changing. She was going mad, "I am yours!" Her voice broke as she hit her limit. Twirling her around, she soon faced the desk and numerous papers as he reentered with such speed all she could do was cry out in passion. A few growls spilt out of Godric's lips as he neared his peak and then a cheek rested upon her shoulder.

"Du är min sol och jag är din mån," she was far to exhausted to ask Godric what he whispered in her ear.

Lilla du - Little one
Du är min sol och jag är din mån - You are my sun and I am your moon

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I would love to hear your thoughts! c: