Hello! My first attempt at a somewhat smut-like take on True Blood. I love the TV Show, loved the books even the story is quite different. I hope you will enjoy this. I might make this a short or long tale depending on my inspiration and your reviews! I start this with the end of the 11th episode of the third season, I Smell A Rat, where Sookie and Eric FINALLY get their long awaited kiss. From there on, I imagined the rest. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

P.S. Forgive me if the grammar is sometimes bizarre or frenchy. My first language being french, I tend to do those mistakes.

So here we go :P

'What did you mean you're not gonna be around much longer?' I said, stomping my foot nervously.

Eric barely looked up at me and replied with an edge to his voice.

'Oh... don't pretend like you care about me.' Turning his head, he stared me in a way that made my insides churn with a strange feeling. Why on earth did this man do that to me every bloody time he looked at me? He made it feel like I was an all-you-can-eat buffet and he, a very, very hungry man. 'This is about Bill. Deep down you know you shouldn't trust him.' He continued, eyeing me with that same hunger in his eyes. He was a gorgeous man, if gorgeous could apply to a man. He had a beautiful jaw line and his broad shoulders spoke of his time as a warrior, once upon a time, when he was still human.

The more I thought about that damn dream I'd had about him telling me that Bill was not trustworthy, the more it felt as if he had only been the messenger of a thought I'd nurtured since my night at the hospital after Bill had almost drained me.

'Okay. Tell me why.' I replied, my treacherous heartbeat racing the moment he stood from his chair. Why the hell did the man enthral me with his every move? I loved Bill. But even Bill didn't muster such unchristian thoughts in my mind as Eric did. Must be the blood, I thought, pouting.

Circling predatorily, he loomed over me, his forehead almost touching mine. My breath caught in my throat and he must have heard it because he moved back sensibly. And then he spoke words that made absolutely no sense together.

'Here's the truth. There are forces beyond even my control.' Like what? I thought, your bloodlust? He swallowed hard, his Adam apple bulging from his muscular neck. I was mesmerized by it but brought my eyes back to his face, puzzled by his words. And he spoke again, more nonsense. 'If I meet the True-Death without having at least kissed you Sookie Stackhouse, that would be my biggest regret.' His voice sounded sad and almost like the purring of a dark dangerous animal. A sound I had never deciphered from this strong-willed vampire.

My eyes widened at his words. I knew the man wanted me, and now I knew it probably had something to do with my fairy-factor, but to hear him speak his want in such a broken way made me want to comfort him. Silly me. The man was over a thousand years-old, he did not need comforting from young, silly me. I really was getting annoyed at how he always tried to get the best of me whenever we were alone, flirting outrageously with me, even though he damn well knew I'd never be his. I realised I was gaping at him and finally clamped my mouth shut to open it again and ask the question that formed on my lips, the only question that made sense.

'Why does it sound like you're saying good-bye to me?' I felt my heart sink to my knees the moment the words crossed my lips. That was why I felt so alone already. That stupid blood-bond made all the more real the fact that he was certain he was going to meet the True-Death in the near future. He starred at me for a few, long, tensed seconds before he replied.

'Because I am,' was all he said before his lips crashed into mine. I tried to push him off, feeling suddenly weakened by his attack.

He knew I had a boyfriend, he of all people knew that and yet there he was, kissing me with all his might. And boy did the man have might. He was not at all bothered by my struggling; it actually seemed to tease him more into that passionate frenzy the kiss turned into. I was almost gasping for air by now and my fists relaxed and I grabbed a handful of Eric's hair and twisted it through my fingers, pulling him closer to me. My whole body was on fire as his hands grasped at the hair at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine and to a very familiar area under my shorts' belt. His other hand was bringing me closer and closer to his lips, almost sucking me dry of breath. His hands cradled my face as if it were a precious gift he was now allowed to hold in his hands. His mouth was skilled just as his hands; after all, the man had a millennium of practice down his belt. His kiss was demanding but also generous, his tongue fighting entrance in my parted lips, massaging my own tongue in a manner that made me think of all the other things he could do with that tongue on my anatomy. My body was responding strongly to his, to his intoxicating touch. And I was supposed to be the intoxicating breed of the two of us. I responded to his mouth with just as much demand as he did. I could almost feel the electricity in the air. That kiss had been long awaited on his part, and, as it deepened, I realised I had been curious for a long time at how it would feel to be in the hands of this vampire instead of my caring and dark Bill. Eric was the exact opposite of Bill in the kiss department. Where Bill gave in with reluctance to a passionate frenzy, Eric shared his passion and pleaded for my approval; something I wouldn't have thought him capable of. He shared his heat, his passion with me, his lips begging me to respond. Those sudden thoughts about Bill brought me back to the harsh reality and as Eric loosened his grip to edge towards something I would surely regret, I pushed away, opening my eyes slowly.

'Okay! I get it! I'm irresistible and intoxicating, but keeping things from me doesn't exactly help your cause.' I snapped at him, angrier at myself for allowing me such weakness with him than at his kissing me. He just stared at me, his gaze glazed over with lust. I swallowed, trying hard to think of something very unpleasant so the throbbing between my thighs would stop. I would not lust over this demonic bastard, I growled internally. 'Tell me why I shouldn't trust Bill.' I stared at his hungry lips and felt the throbbing intensify. If the man did not utter a word in the next seconds, I would probably all my self control and push him on his desk for another séance.

He was about to answer when the door opened on a bored Pam. She always seemed annoyed and the way she looked at us made me realize she must have heard or felt all we had just done. Which wasn't much, but enough to bring a blush to my cheeks.

'What?' Eric glared at her, his eyes drilling holes in hers as if to say The-Fuck-Is-Wrong-Now. She smiled sarcastically and replied in a droning tone: 'Blah blah vampire emergency blah.' With that, she lashed out of the room, suggesting Eric do the same. Any other time, her words would have made me laugh or giggle, but the air was so charged between me and Eric that all I could do was stare at his backside when he left the room swiftly, closing the door in his track.

I waited impatiently for him to return so he would finally answer my questions about Bill. Minutes passed as I tried to regain composure. Bill would surely smell him all over me. Damn. I did not want to fight with him. He would already be really mad at me running out on Jason's surveillance time. I looked around for something, anything to scrub that terribly intoxicating smell of Eric's but found nothing. Office. Obviously the man didn't carry a perfume department in here. I was finding his absence longer than necessary and walked to the door to step out of this sinful place. I so needed to go back to Church. Glancing back at Eric's desk, I couldn't help but imagine him looming over me as he descended on me for a very naughty lesson. Bad, bad Sookie, I scolded myself, almost laughing at my own silly joke. I put my hand on the doorknob to walk out and found the door locked. My mood drifted dramatically. The man was under my skin and I was pissed as I hadn't been in a long time. Why did he think he was allowed to trick me into drinking his blood? I was sure as hell all of this was because of the blood bond. And the man's skills at kissing. And my curiosity. And now I was trapped in his bloody office until he decided he had time for me.

The moment he opened the door, my anger rose again. He walked in with a blank expression on his face. I wasn't sure what we were supposed to act like now that he had kissed me and shown such a vulnerable side of his. I scolded at him: 'What? So you think you can just leave me here, prisoner until you decide you have time for me?' I snarled, my lips curling in anger.

He looked at me in a predatory way and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He did not look lustful one bit. He looked determined and dangerous. Typical Vampire look, I thought.

'Actually' he replied, 'that's exactly what I expect.' Suddenly, he launched at me and grabbed me, dropping me over his shoulder, just like Jason had done numerous times when we were younger. I yelped in surprise and started fidgeting, grabbing at anything to stop him taking me wherever he was taking me. I hit his back with my fists in what I hoped was a powerful hit. Obviously the man was as though as a rock and I ended up hurting my hands. I was yelling and yelling and then realized where he intended to take me.

'I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!' I yelled, smacking his hip with my fist. Once again it hurt me more than him.

'You were right.' He replied, and for once, I almost felt like he was lying. The man was a bloody mystery and a big a-hole. A thought suddenly occurred to me. The basement. The bastard was going to tie me to that wheel to keep me prisoner. The moment he got down the stairs, I yelled even louder, hoping my blood bond with Bill was still strong enough for him to feel me. I was so blinded by fury I didn't think straight as we descended the gloomy staircase which led to the room Eric used both for pleasure and business, both involving a good amount of pain or pleasure on both ends. I finally managed to utter coherent words.

'Let me GO!' I yelled. I immediately regretted using those particular words because he dropped me from his shoulder and I slumped disgracefully on the ground, hurting my lower back. He then swiftly grabbed a collar tied to one of the parts of the wheel and clasped it around my throat. I yelled louder, trying to yank my neck free. Tears were welling up in my eyes, tears of desperation and anger. I was so mad at myself for giving that man my trust one second. He didn't turn back to look at me as he escaped my presence, almost flying up the stairs. When I heard the door close in a metallic clank, I finally yelled his name in a desperate and angry manner.