The Big Bang- Wither Thou Goest
He awoke to soft kisses on his chest and smell of fairy filling the room, overwhelming him.
OH. MY. GODS.
Never in all his days had ever smelled something so fucking incredible. Instinct took over before his logical brain kick in. Fangs down he growled, his arousal swollen and aching. Fuck! Bite! NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!
He looked down at the creature pinned beneath him as he positioned himself to take what he needed and suddenly careened to a crashing halt. Instantly, he was off the bed and in the corner.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP, SOOKIE! ” he was begging her to hide her scent before he did something that he would never be able to live with. He turned his face to the corner and pounded his fists in frustration. His eyes closed he absently felt for his ring she had given him and found it gone. “MY RING!” he shouted still forcing his body to stay as far away from her as possible. “FIND MY RING!” He roared in rage and frustration at not being able to take what he so desperately wanted, what he so desperately needed.
Silence drew out and he heard nothing but her heart beat. She had not moved from the bed. What the hell was going on? Didn’t she understand the danger she was in right now? He could feel his traitorous body fighting to get back to her, insisting that he bury himself inside her and fuck and suck until there was nothing left. He wanted to devour all of her. He needed to devour all of her. Rage won out then over hunger and desire and he flew from the corner pinning her to the bed.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, WOMAN? DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS?” He heard Quinn outside his chamber now, with what sounded like the entire fairy squad.
“Majesty? Is everything all right?” he shouted through the sealed door. No one has the code to get in but she and I, Eric thought. She looked into his burning eyes and called back calmly.
“I’m fine, John. Please leave.” Quinn mumbled on the other side of the door lingering a moment before exiting with the fairy squad.
“Open the door, Sookie. Leave if you won’t stop this. Leave while you can.” His teeth were clenched, his fangs tearing at his own lips as he spoke. The taste of his blood only taking him deeper into the bloodlust that she had conjured by simply releasing her scent. This will never work, I will never be able to keep her safe if the magic fails us. I can’t protect her from me. I need to go before I do something that I can’t take back.
His thoughts were racing as he hovered over her staring into her eyes, begging her silently to move, to run, to get away from the monster she had unleashed. The look of shock on his face was priceless when she lay back down on the pillow and held her arms open to him.
“YOU. ARE. INSANE!” he screamed at her again.
“Maybe,” she answered in a light and cajoling tone like he had just asked her out for evening tea.
“I WILL KILL YOU, SOOKIE, PLEASE. PLEASE STOP THIS.” His muscles were shaking now from the strain of holding himself back. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before shaking her head gently.
“You might kill me, Eric, but if you do it will be because you choose to do so.” In shock at her words he sat back. He would never knowingly hurt her. She had to know that. “I do know that, but you don’t know that. Here we are, me in all my fairy glory and you are holding yourself back. If you are such a danger to me, how does that work? Are you going to yell at me until you hurt my feelings?”
Frustration directed at her took over from the rage and sat down in the driver’s seat. Roaring, he fell back from her and moved to sit on the side of the bed his back to her, staring at the wall blankly, feeling all the emotion drain from his body.
“I never knew you were such a coward, Eric,” her sneering tone cutting his flesh like no silver could. He turned to look at her.
“And I never took you for such a reckless little fool, Majesty.” His tone was cold, showing her that he had boxed everything up. Eric the vampire was leashed, but the cost had been that Eric the man and Eric the warrior had been taken too. She reclined deeper into the bed, placing her arms behind her head. She was naked, he noticed from his detached perspective, throwing everything she had at him, but he was not new to this game. He had learned from the best how to suppress, how to retreat, how to hide. If Appius never broke him with this cruelty and torture then she had no chance with her intoxicating smell and beautiful body. She was a fool. She was a betrayer!
He had gone to his death today with the taste of her on his tongue, and his long dead heart awakened by the most soul shattering experience he had ever known. Now, to awaken to this, this betrayal where she forced his loss of control, shaming him, putting him in his place, as Appius had once said, was almost more than he could take.
He had been starting to believe he could trust her. Trust her with everything. Perhaps he was the fool in the room. Her cold laugh cut into his self-pity party as she rose from the bed to stand before him.
“Perhaps you are the fool, Eric. What happens if my magic fails? What happens if our enemies set us on one another with no defenses to fall back on but our feeling for each other? What then? I wish I had time to coddle you and show you what is so fucking plain to me in a kinder and gentler way, but I don’t. I just fucking don’t. I need you to know now. Right fucking now! I need you to know right fucking now that no games anyone can play, no tricks they can pull will lead you losing control with me.
“I NEED YOU TO TRUST YOU AS MUCH AS I DO OR WE HAVE LOST BEFORE WE EVEN FUCKING START!” She was screaming now, but not recklessly as he had claimed earlier. She was all Queen now, standing before him demanding that he rise up to her challenge. Demanding that he see what she saw and know that he could count on it just like she did.
“THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT BETWEEN US! OUR ENEMIES WILL USE IT AGAINST US AND THEY HAVE ENOUGH WEAPONS ALREADY! SO EITHER GET UP OFF THAT FUCKING BED AND KILL ME RIGHT NOW, OR PULL ME DOWN ON THAT BED AND SHOW ME THAT YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!”
The box he had been hiding in shattered around him and all of it came roaring back. Her smell, his desire, his need. The vampire, the man and the warrior were all out now and howling for satisfaction. He jumped up to face her, staring her down with cold eyes that burned her.
“YOU ASK TOO MUCH! TOO FUCKING MUCH!” he screamed at her.
“I’M NOT ASKING FOR ANYTHING THAT I AM NOT WILLING TO GIVE!” she shouted right back.
“YOU ASK FOR EVERYTHING!”
“I OFFER EVERYTHING!” She was panting now, chest heaving and he was of course as still as stone despite the emotions running riot in his body. He tried to pull back again, reconstruct his box and climb back in. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE RUN AWAY FROM ME!” she screamed and launched herself at him, knocking him back onto the bed with the force of her body. He had been so distracted he didn’t realize she was going to do it until it happened. “FUCK ME, KILL ME, KISS ME, BITE ME, BUT..DON’T…YOU…EVER…FUCKING…RUN.. AWAY..FROM…ME!”
Her eyes were glowing now, like they had been when she dropped Quinn in the foyer last night. He glanced down and saw her whole body was glowing. She was magnificent. He had told her that he admired her passion greatly. She had told him that he had a gift for understatement. They had both been right. He had lived for centuries not feeling anything at all. Numb for so long that he didn’t even realize it had happened. Now, here she was taking all that away, and with it came wonder and pain and the surprise of finding that he too was passionate about something.
He was passionate about her.
“What do you want from me?” he whispered to her.
“Everything.” No doubt, no hesitation. Everything. No more boxes, no more hiding, no more detachment. She would burn in his veins forever and he in hers. Everything.
Whither thou goest, I will go.
He had known it this morning. Not because of the blood or the sun or any of the other things that he could hide behind. It was just… Sookie. They might only have tonight, or they might a have a thousand nights. It didn’t matter. Wither thou goest, I will go.
He let go.
“Everything,” he said and jerked her down to him claiming her lips. He rolled them over on the bed, covering her with his body as he worked her legs open, resting between them as he concentrated on pouring himself into that kiss. So many words, so many feelings and so little time. If they survived there would still never be enough time.
“Never enough,” she gasped when he released her lips to breathe. Her legs were up around his hips as she repeated it again, “Never enough.” Not wanting to stop kissing her he asked her with his mind.
Will you drink of me, Sookie?
“Everything,” she gasped again, as he started to move inside her.
Will you bond with me?
“E-everything,” she screamed as he pounded into her harder and harder, not wanting to slow down. She had pushed him to the breaking point, he would take her there as well.
“Everything,” he repeated, moving to tear his wrist open for her to drink. She stopped him. She smiled then and for the first time he saw her sharp fairy teeth, her wicked razor smile, the light in her eyes growing even brighter. She pulled him down to her neck and she buried her face in his. They bit at the same time, triggering orgasms in them both that took them away as they drank greedily of each other each in a delicate ecstasy that caught fire and burned.
Their blood to each other was a boost in power, a revelation in the patterns of existence itself. He could feel her heart beat in his chest, she could feel his ancient blood invigorate her insides, dancing like bubbles through the center of her. Neither ever wanted to stop.
It was Eric who pulled back first. He licked her neck and gently cupped her head, pulling her back from the wound she had made on his neck. “That’s enough, lover.” She hummed her pleasure as she licked the last traces of him away.
“You taste so good, Eric.” he chuckled at her dreaming tone. She was definitely stoned, but so was he. High on fairy, high on the realization that she had been right. He had been able to stop, just like she said. “You really need to learn to trust me, Eric. I know…I know what I am talking about.” She tried to sound stern but came off like a kitten despite her best efforts. He wanted to get out of bed and run around the house about a dozen times. That was the effect she had on him. “Me, too.” She confirmed the same burst of energy that he was feeling. “But I can’t. Flood will be here, soon and then we have to go.” She turned into his chest, putting her arm around his neck to pull herself closer.
“What happened today, Sookie?” he whispered into her hair, holding her closer. “Why did you do this tonight?” She sighed.
“There was no easy way to show you that you were worried for nothing. I needed you to know now. I needed you now.”
“You needed me?” She nodded, rolling her head back to look up at him.
“Yes, needed. When Flood gets here we are going to meet his pack. He has told them what is happening and they want to meet the leader of the Albho for themselves before they decide to throw in. I needed…I needed you to give me strength for what I will have to do to win them over.” She rolled away now and sat on the edge of the bed. He could feel his blood inside her and her emotions through the bond they had just started to form. She felt tired, even with so much of him coursing through her veins. Exhausted in fact.
“Are you well?” he asked, reaching for her.
“Better now, lover,” she answered with a small smile to reassure him. “You will come with me, tonight?” she asked. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She felt warmer than usual under his lips.
“Of course, Sookie. Are you sure you are well?” he asked again. She stood and headed for the bathroom in his suite.
“When we return tonight we will speak of who you might call to fight with us.” The water was running before Eric realized that she had never masked her scent again. He was covered in Fairy Sookie from head to toe, and the only thing on his mind was worry for her and why she was hiding that she was not well.