Orbit *Complete*

A/N This one goes out to VictoryinTrouble.  Her naughty provocative one shots combined with this stellar fan art on YouTube were the inspiration. Thank you, Cantrous for the awesome video inspiration.

True Blood/Season 4 Episode 2/One Shot/E&S/OOC/NC-17

 

Orbit

 

He came to my house uninvited and told me I was his.

He said that he owned me because he owned my house.

I entered his with the same attitude.

He was on his throne when I walked in and passed Pam at the door without a word, headed for him.  Sometimes a girl just had to strap a rocket to her ass and go for a ride.

Attitude by Hardknox was vibrating the walls and when I stopped in front of his throne in my short frilly red dress and three inch heels  I waited until I was sure I had his attention.  His face never changed but his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

I turned my back to him and bent over, wrapping my hands around my ankles and holding there bouncing slightly in time with the music for three beats before sliding my hands slowly up, letting them disappear under my dress, pulling it up just far enough to let him see the red lace boy shorts I had on underneath before letting it fall back down.

I heard fangs snick down all around me as I continued to caress my body on the outside of my dress all the way up to my breasts, which I cupped provocatively, letting him only see the suggestion of what I was doing before I crossed my arms in front of myself and turned to face him as my hips started to move.

I closed my eyes and brought my hands up to run through my long hair while I moved my hips like I would if I was riding him, and I wanted to be riding him.  He said I was his.  He said he owned me.  Well, if you’re going to own something you shouldn’t be afraid to put it on the road.

He said he liked fairy Sookie. It was an invitation for her to come out and play.

Yeah, I had an attitude, I had an attitude

Opening my eyes I dropped to the floor, legs spread wide, palms flat on the floor as I bounced my hips.  I locked eyes with him and licked my lips.

I saw his fangs come down, but the music drowned out the sound.  I stood and held out my hand to him, daring him to join me.  He rose slowly from his seat and then he was before me, arms around me, his leg between mine where I most wanted him to be.  It wasn’t exactly what I wanted but if that was what he was offering I would take it, before I took the rest of him.

Resting my body against his leg I started to grind, my eyes locked with his as I let him provide the friction I needed.  I could feel his pants getting wet from my desire and when it registered with him exactly what was happening I saw his pupils dilate to near total black.  I could feel the vibrations in his chest against mine as I pressed harder and rolled my head back counting on him to hold me.

His hand slid up to the back of my neck, holding me firmly, gently, safely as I pressed harder into his leg to achieve take off.  He folded his long supernatural body over mine in a form that no human male could manage, and I thought that I felt him leave the floor entirely as he wrapped himself around me like a giant snake.

I felt his cool lips on my neck, and then long slow licks of his cool tongue that stoked the fire between my legs.  He pressed me into his leg, daring me to come in his arms.

Yeah I had an attitude, I had an attitude and animals in my brain.

He pressed me down on his leg, tensing his giant thigh muscles, making them hard for my pleasure and it felt oh so good.  At the same time he nipped my neck not breaking the skin and I came in his arms, screaming his name only to have it swallowed by his soul possessing kiss.

And we have ignition…

I pulled his ear to my lips and worked for lift off.

“I am two Sookie Stackhouse’s.  I am human and I am more than human.  Who are you?”  I followed that by tugging on his earlobe with my teeth.  I felt the vibrations in his chest again.

“Who do you want me to be Miss Stackhouse?”  He growled into my ear, still wrapped around and through me, a foot off the floor in the middle of his bar.

“The man who is fucking me against the wall in the next three seconds,” I purred in his ear.  The bar was a blur when we left but the music followed us through the walls and filling my brain and body with the attitude I needed to achieve orbit.

Truth for the last time…We’ll just come back to blow your mind, that chick is gonna blow your mind

I felt the wall against my back and the cold Viking between my thighs a moment later.  My underwear torn away and he pinned me there with his hard shaft, pulling my legs up around him, I locked them above his hips and took his mouth again.

When the kiss ended I told him, “Betcha I can blow your mind before you blow mine, Eric.”  He groaned and pushed deeper into me.  He felt so good the only way I could even begin to make good on that threat was to focus on bringing him as much pleasure as I could.  Using all the tricks I had picked up from eavesdropping in on other people’s sex lives I clenched down on him making him scream as his hands left my body and went flat on the wall on either side of my head, pushing into the plaster, leaving Viking sized hand prints as he sped up.

I grabbed his nipple between my fingers and twisted hard and down before releasing him and taking his mouth again.  His fangs were down so I slashed my tongue on them and kissed him for all I was worth, delighted to feel him shudder in me, around me.

He was mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair, mussing it, delighted to see him throw his head back following my touch.  Then I pulled him down to my neck while I buried my face in his and bit, not enough to break the skin but enough to let him know what I wanted him to do.  He shuddered again, moaning and I felt his fangs slide into my neck as he exploded inside me. I screamed my victory and came around him hard and intense, intoxicated on conquering this impossible man before me.

A moment later I felt him lick the wounds on my neck and pull back to heal them.  “No,” I said pulling his head up to look into his eyes.  “Leave them.  I want to remember this.”  There were a million things in his eyes as he looked at me, pulling out slowly and letting me slide down the wall until I was on my feet before him.

I straightened my dress and pushed off the wall, pushing against his chest with the palm of my hand.  I looked him over from head to toe, noting the jeans and underwear down around his knees, the just fucked swollen lips on his face and his tousled hair.

This Viking had been thoroughly pillaged.

I took a step around him and headed for the door. Halfway there I turned back and found him watching me intently.  “I thought it over,” I said.

“And?” his voice was a gravel pit of sex.

“I decided sometimes a girl’s gotta strap a rocket to her ass and see if she can achieve orbit.” I walked out then, leaving him to think it over for a change.