basric

CHOICE/JEALOUSY
SOOKIE/ERIC
>300
RATING--R SEXUAL SITUATIONS & LANGUAGE

Sookie sat beside Eric who was sprawled in his throne. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“I have servers for that,” he raised an arm.

Sookie stood, “No, I need to stretch my legs.”

“I can assist you in that, My Lover.”

She tossed her hair and flounced to the bar. Standing there waiting the fangbanger next to her smiled his most charmingly and drawn to her light he reached to touch her. She grabbed her glass and hurried to the table, and as she figured Eric was on his feet.

He settled back seething. “You invite trouble.”

Settling in beside him, “You’re jealous.”

He sneered, “I don’t feel jealousy. That is a petty human emotion.”

“What would you call it then, my Viking.”

“No one touches what it mine.”

“Oh, so I’m like your toy or a dog at your feet.”

Eric paused, they’d had this fight many times before and though he loved the temper that flared in her, she would storm out and he had other plans tonight. So he turned it back on her, “Tell me, what do you think of the new dancer?”

Sookie turned and watched the half naked well-endowed blond make love to the stripper pole.

“She’s very limber.”

“Most certainly.”

Sookie sat still a moment, then turned on him, “Have you fucked her?”

He smiled at her, “Now who is jealous?”

She ignored that, stood fire in her eyes, “Eric, have you fucked that Bimbo?”

“I would if I chose, however; she is Pam’s pet.

After a moment of thought, “Are you fucking anyone else. Have you since we have been together.”

“And if I have.”

“Then we’re done.”

“You think just to walk away from me. Sookie. That I would allow that.”

“I won’t tolerate sharing you?”

“I’ll do as I chose.”

“Then so will I.”

“Meaning?”

“You screw around on me, I’ll do the same.”

“I would kill any man who touches you.”

“Then I’ll...”

“What? Kill any woman I‘m with?”

“No, but I wonder if your family jewels would grow back if I snipped them off while you sleep.”

“Sookie!”

She was in high temper now.

“There has been no one since you, My Lover. Only you. But I’ll not be told what to do.”

“Oh you are an insufferable, pompous, infuriating ass.” She turned grabbed her bag and stormed from the club.

He watched half amused and somewhat confused about his own feelings. No not feelings he didn’t have feelings but strangely since being with Sookie he’d not desired any other
woman. . .blood bag or vampire. And when he fed it was distasteful without sex involved.

And the thought of Sookie with another brought with it a white hot rage. Was that jealousy? He shook his head at the path his mind had wandered and dismissed it out of hand. He was Eric Northman. A thousand year old vampire. He had no feelings. Sookie was a distraction, a irritation, and a lot of work. Why she haunted his thoughts, he did not wish to think about now. So he resumed his sprawling pose for the masses.