When the door to my office closed I fell back against the now damaged wall of my office.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked the now empty room. I usually didn’t talk out loud.

“You just got your brains fucked out,” Pam answered cheerfully from the door.  And that would be why I don’t talk to myself out loud.  Sighing, I pushed off the wall as Sookie had just done and with as much dignity as I could muster, pulled up my pants. She stood there, had on her hip, smirk on her lips and waited for me to say something.

I had nothing to say to her, but fuck if I didn’t have plenty to say to the tiny red hurricane that had just flounced out of here.

“Is she gone?” I barked out.

“Without so much as a howdy do.”  She wiped the corner of her mouth in slow exaggerated gesture, but left the smirk in place.  “The vermin are crawling the walls out there now.  Half of them are going to show up tomorrow in tiny red dresses, even the males,” she added gleefully cackling as she pictured it.

I was glad that vampires can’t vomit.  It would just give her something else to laugh at.  Like she didn’t have enough already.  “Off you go, Pam.” I flicked my hand so she knew I was serious.  I needed to think, and I didn’t need her snarking at me while I did it.

What the fuck just happened?  I asked myself again, this time making sure to keep it an internal dialog.  I had left her to think over being mine and her answer was to tell me that she needed to strap a rocket to her ass and see if she could achieve orbit.

What the fuck did that even mean?

Pam huffed, and slammed the door as she left. Bitch.  I was so not in the mood for her drama right now.  Doing what I did best I went over everything in my mind from the moment she had walked in.  Before I got to the part where she held out her hand to me, summoning me with the fire in her eyes, I was hard again.  Glancing down at the rocket I had in my pocket I wondered if this was the same one she wanted to strap to her ass?

I growled.  Would that mean she had consented to be mine?  I was sure I had blown it last night.  I had tried so hard to show her what she meant to me, and she had run away, acting as though offering her everything I was insulted rather than impressed her.  I had been stewing on my throne trying to figure out what to do next when she had sashayed in and blown my fucking mind.

Who was this woman?  Not tame demure Sookie Stackhouse. No, this was Fairy Sookie.  And Fairy Sookie wanted me?

Fairy Sookie wanted me.  I dropped this question this time and let it play through my mind.

Fairy Sookie wanted me.  Fairy Sookie wanted me.

But there were two Sookie Stackhouse’s.  One of them wanting me was not enough.  I needed both of them to want me.   I needed both of them to open their hearts to me.  I knew that if I could make that happen I would find myself through the door of her heart.  That I would come to understand why she made me feel the way she did.  Why… I would know why at long last.

Gods, she was more than even my fantasy Sookie had been.  When she came on my leg in the middle of Fangtasia it drove me wild.  It told me that what mattered to her was me, and the rest of them could just go fuck off.  I felt my heart ache at the notion that she could place me first, her desire for me above everything and everyone else.

And she trusted me.  Not only with her passion but her safety.  She had leaned back knowing that I would never let her fall.  That was more arousing than anything else that she had done, to know that she could trust me to stop her from falling as she offered me everything I had ever wanted.  I felt a smile spread over my face and was very glad I had made Pam leave so she couldn’t see how happy it made me to know that I had her trust.

Fuck.  I had her trust.  What did I do now?  It was a very small voice that answered me in the depths of my mind.

Make sure you give her no cause to regret it.

Yes, make sure you give her no cause to regret it.  Right.  Makes sense.  I glanced around the room, expecting to see brain matter on the floor underneath my hand prints because obviously I had lost my fucking mind somewhere along the way tonight.

Fuck it.  Clearly, good things happened when I didn’t over think my shit and run it in the ground.  Closing my eyes I asked the tiny voice in my head to tell me what to do next.  How do I not fuck this up?  After a moment the voice answered me and I smiled as I reached for my keys and phone and headed out the door.



Next day, around noon


I was finishing the lunch dishes when the doorbell rang.  I checked before answering, and found a delivery man waiting for my signature. Taking my package into the living room and sitting down I took a deep breath.  What happened when I opened this was going to make or break this new fragile thing that I put in motion last night.

As I thought of what I had done and said, part of me was mortified and part of was whooping in pure delight.  Shaking my head at my own foolishness I opened the package.


Wait for me tonight, let’s build this together.


I laughed for about ten minutes nonstop filled with joy and delight in every fiber of my being when I saw what was in the box.

It was an Estes model rocket kit.

Next Chapter

20 thoughts on “Pillaged

  1. ericluver says:

    LOL I love it! Best thing Eric could have done. Genius! 😄

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Oh goodness ! I’m still laughing! I wonder how you come up with some ideas…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lostinspace33 says:

    LOL…I love it!!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. murgatroid98 says:

    This is absolutely wonderful. More?

    Liked by 1 person

    • idream3223 says:

      I think so, yes. I like this little story, it’s fun and it is good to work on when my muse is torturing me on the more complex stories scrambling my brain. No promises on how often I will update this, just that these two are way too cute to leave alone. 🙂

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  5. mom2goalies says:

    So glad to see above answer about more chapters! 😀


  6. I so love when Eric is adorkable.


  7. jules3677 says:

    Excellent read. Laughed through most of your story. Eric, so confused while trying not to chase after her immediately. Please that there will be more. Thankyou, I needed those happy feelings so desperately. 🙂


  8. VictoryInTrouble says:

    I love that he was looking for his brain on the floor. It’s in your pants, baby! 😉 It’s so funny to me that Pam caught him with his pants down because he had to have known she’d show up as soon as Sookie left. He was really dazed by Sookie pillaging him. Poor sweet thing. I love how happy he is to think that she trusts him. Isn’t that always what he wants? His gift and his instruction to wait so they can build it together was absolutely perfect!

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    • idream3223 says:

      See you got that, caught him with his pants down. Hehehe. 🙂 You know, that is very insightful of you and I don’t think I consciously realized it until you said, but yes, he does always want her trust more than anything else. It might just be THE one common theme through the show, the books and most FF as well.

      Now you got me wondering why?

      Glad you liked the gift, I’ve playing the building it together out in my head and I keep thinking about the last time I tried to work on project with a guy…and I think, yeah, not sure how that is going to work out. 😉


  9. geenakmom says:

    Perfect. Had me laughing at a ‘poor pillaged’ Eric. I almost wished for Pam to lay on some good snark. When he looked around the room for his brains, genius. And I love the model rocket idea. 🙂


  10. duckbutt60 says:

    Just found this story –wow! This is a cutey! Loved the dazed Eric –caught literally and metaphorically with his pants down! Only Sookie could do that –heh!

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  11. valady1 says:

    Figuring out how not to screw things up…have to think Eric will find a way.


  12. yaffom says:

    Dazed and pillaged Eric was too cute. Loved it. Wonderful, fun chapter.


  13. Natsgirl says:

    Leave it to eric. He does get her. Even if it means he feels momentarily foolish. Great chapter


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