“Give it back you giant freak!” she wheezed out with her effort to regain the controller.
“No,” he taunted while holding the object of her desire from her with his height advantage.
“Please?” she asked batting her eyelashes that had him weak at the knees with the sight.
“How about a trade?” Eric leered with a flicker of his tongue across his top lip.
“I’m not showing you my boobs asshole!”
“No need,” he grinned lasciviously. “I already have quite the view from above.”
Sookie gasped in horror as her hands desperately clambered to obstruct the enticing sight and retain the dignity her grandmother had always instilled in her. “What do you wanna trade then? Because I’m piss poor.”
“Why not?” he asked as a finger trailed over the bare expanse of her skin. “You know it would be good.”
“You know why,” she returned pointedly.
“You had no objections when it was on the screen.”
“That was different,” Sookie replied shyly.
“It just is ok,” she pouted. “Just give it back please? Why do you always have to make the sheriff all evil anyway?”
“Because I’m the Big Bad,” he exclaimed with glee.
“Wrong show, Eric.”
“We’re both fucking blonde and we’re both evil so who cares,” Eric teased back.
“You’re not evil,” she denied. “You just pretend to be.”
“What do you know about it,” he returned defensively not all too happy with the change of tone.
“I used to think you were made of cold hard stone, Eric Northman,” Sookie said with soft eyes that always seemed to haunt him in his dreams. “You feel.”
He gave a derisive snort in an attempt to deny her statement but finally gave in and handed the game controller back to her, though still reluctant to let go. “I’ll give it back if you promise to kill Bill,” he proposed with his hands still firmly in control of the device. “I’ll even give you my stake since you used yours up on killing that Warlow.”
“No!” she exclaimed incensed. “I like him he’s noble and sweet. And so human, they’re supposed to end up together.”
“Right,” Eric expressed sternly, the thought disgusting him thoroughly. “I’m crushing this controller because that’s not how it’s supposed to end.” There was no way he was going to allow the Sookie character to end up with the fucktard they had named after the spine-chilling neighbour from across the street. Eric had caught the perverted asshole sneaking a peek over the fence whenever Sookie sunbathed in the backyard more than once. Granted Eric did much of the same but at least they resided in the same age bracket.
“No!” Sookie shrieked with the thought of Eric’s real threat in destroying the controller. “I’ll give you a peck.”
“And no more Billshit.”
“Fine,” she huffed before brushing his cheeks quickly with her trembling lips. “But you stay away from that Sylvie.”
“She’s dead already,” he shrugged without a hint of remorse. “Like I’d let those Yakuza fucks kill my fuck awesome sidekick Pam.”
“You think my brother and your sister are doing the same thing as us?” Sookie pondered aloud.
“Play this retarded game? Fuck no, if I know my sister she’s directing your brother to the finest carpets Sweden has to offer while offering expert tips on how to munch away at them.”
“Eric!” she cried out as her cheeks tinted a bright red with the mere idea.
His head turned to the side taking in the enticing sight. “Now if you let me have a go on you, that would be exactly what you’d be screaming. Why don’t you just allow me to uncover that rug,” he leered while his hand trailed over the bare skin of her thighs.
“You’re gross,” she squawked out unconvincingly as her body flushed with further embarrassment but somewhere she found her wits to hijack his controller. “Ha,” she yelled in triumph. “Now you have Hep-V!”
“For fuck’s sake… Thanks a lot Sookie!” Eric growled out with annoyance as he grasped his controller back. “Fucking hell, I’m paralyzed for months.”
“Just play with the Pam character,” Sookie encouraged. “Do you have to keep using the f-word?”
“Unless you’re offering the act, yes.”
“You’re so gross.”
“Only for Sookie,” he said throatily while caressing the small of her back.
“Stop!” she returned unconvincingly. “You’re distracting me… No! Alcide!”
“Well that solves that problem,” Eric returned dryly as he tossed over a doggy treat to the white husky in the corner of the room carrying the same name. “How long do we have to play this game?” he moaned. “We both know how this ends.”
“And how’s that?” she asked while her tongue darted out in renewed concentration.
“You, me, a great big bed where you happily writhe underneath me as I initiate you into ecstasy,” he intoned evenly before transforming his voice to a particularly high pitched version as his own hands exaggeratedly caressed his body, “Oh! Eric!”
“HUSH!” Sookie squealed out wile clamping her hand over his mouth to which his tongue immediately ran out to lick at her fingers sensuously. “ERIC!”
“Yes, exactly like that,” he taunted while she fought his wondering hands off.
“No! Now I have Hep-V too!”
“Ha ha! You’re going to infect Bill!”
“No,” Sookie pouted. “How are they going to have their happily ever after?”
“Call in the fairy prince. He’ll do anything for spaghetti.”
“I want to start over Eric,” she whined. “And this time I get to pick the names. My first love can’t be Creepy Compton from across the street. There’s no way they can live happily Hep-V ever after, plus I accidentally killed Alcide. I kinda liked him…”
“Here,” Eric sighed while taking the controller and pulling up her inventory screen. “Look you still have plenty of boosters and that supernova.”
“I’ll find the cure with Pam. Look she already found me in some wine cellar,” he offered hoping to finish the game as soon as possible. “I need it for the Viking too.”
“Ok,” Sookie agreed half-heartedly. “But what do I do about Arlene, Holly and Jane Bodehouse?”
“I’ll come and help you.”
“Thanks,” she smiled with a sideways glance. “Hey Eric, you want a drink?”
“Sure,” he replied and as soon as her back was turned he un-paused the game and rapidly set his fingers to work to Sookie’s controller.
“Eric! What did you do?” Sookie said horrified as she returned with the tray of drinks.
“Come on we look good together,” he said smugly as the Sookie and Eric characters were reunited on screen. “Look all your hearts are fully filled.”
“Stop it,” she admonished retaking her controller. “Just help me save these people from Bon Temps, otherwise I won’t make it to the next level.”
“Fine,” he sighed with a hint of dejection. “Fucking Bill. Why does he get to knock down the door? Asshole.”
“Aren’t I always nice?” he mocked. “Look what we can achieve if we work together. You only seem to get everyone killed with that douchey Bill.”
“It’s not his fault he had a terrible maker.” Eric merely scoffed at that as she continued to ignore his disgruntled demeanour. “Darnit Arlene, don’t give up on me. I’m not gonna make this level if you don’t live.”
“Whatever you want Willa, there you’re released. I only turned you for the maker points.”
“You’re such a cold hearted bastard.”
“Cold hearted bastard who now knows exactly where to find Sarah Newlin,” he returned triumphantly.
“Shit the fucking Yakuza again,” Eric groaned. “I thought we were done with those fuckers.”
“They’re after Sarah Newlin too?” Sookie asked momentarily distracted from her own play on the split screen.
“Hey they’re my new allies! Look I’m cured!”
“Oh my God!” Sookie cried out and without a thought hugged him tight, his leering appraisal had her instantly letting go. Her embarrassment became apparent as she mumbled a sorry while pulling away.
“Niall totally wasted my time,” she muttered trying to distract from the awkwardness she had created.
“Bring Bill to me, then we can get him cured,” Eric instructed. “No! You need to sneak him in. Why would you come on your own through the front door?”
“You said to go to Fangtasia,” she replied testily. “Hey I’m no fangbanger Mr Gus!”
“Really?” Eric questioned with a quirked brow.
“Two vampires does not a fangbanger make.”
“Three including Warlow.”
“That was a bonus level. Besides he was a faepire so it so doesn’t count,” she tried to justify.
“If you say so.”
“Argh!” Sookie exclaimed pushing at all the different buttons with frustration. “Bill won’t drink the cure.”
“Let me try.”
“You slapped him!” she shrieked. “Give it back!”
“Change to the Jessica character. Anything?”
“No she can only be released.”
“That’s not right she’s already been released,” Eric scrutinised.
“You think it’s a glitch in the game?”
“Try it. Releasing Willa gave me shit ton of extra bonus points.”
“Ok,” Sookie returned. “Nothing.”
“Strange,” Eric mused taking in her side of the screen. “Fuck not again! Pam you are the worst child ever! How many times are you going to let little Japanese men catch you! Sorry Sookie expect an upcoming visit from the Japanese.”
“I can’t have that. I’m trying to save Bill!”
“Leave him to die, he doesn’t want to be saved.”
“Here,” he said in offering after a quick succession of moves she couldn’t follow. “Look he’s going to ‘call’ on you. Now just let my character fly you home so we can finish up this level.”
“Hey that looks like fun,” she smiled.
“Told you we’re good together. Let’s just finish the game here.”
“I want to finish the final level,” Sookie moaned while jutting out her bottom lip that made him give in to her every demand.
“Fine,” he sighed. Again. “Just click through the Bill dialogues if you let him ramble on like that he’s just going to turn to goo out of sheer self-importance.”
“I like his accent.”
Eric could only roll his eyes at her moon eyed gaze for the annoying Civil War veteran as he speedily ran through his final level. “Ha! Take that Yakuza, New Blood is mine!”
“Hey, you won.”
He merely shrugged as they watched the Viking sheriff happily bop his head on screen.
“Bill wants me to kill him with my fairy light,” Sookie voiced with confusion.
“Just stake the bastard,” Eric proposed in exasperation as his lanky form fell to the back of the sofa.
“No that’s not very loving. Maybe my fairy light will make him human.”
“Whatever, just get it done. I’m so over this game.”
“Eric I can’t. I’ll lose all my fairy points.”
“Use the shovel!” he said pointing to the item onscreen.
“I don’t want to do this,” Sookie whimpered as her eyes were becoming wet with tears after she fashioned a stake out of the shovel.
“You want me to do it?” Eric asked softly his hands reaching tentatively over hers on the controller.
“No,” she returned moving her hands away from his. “I’ll do it.” Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she pressed the button that turned Bill into a satisfying splat. “What the fuck? Game Over? But I did everything they asked. I saved Bill.”
“Told you, Sookie needs to end up with Eric.”
“That can’t be right,” she whispered as her bottom lip threatened to quiver with oncoming tears. He moved in closer gently, his arms surrounding hers as he released her tight grip on the controller while his face encroached to hers. “Eric what are you doing?”
“Getting the right ending,” he breathed out against her lips.
“Stop playing,” Sookie protested meekly moving her body away from him into the soft couch but his body only followed hers in her futile attempt to escape, his approach effectively caging her in.
“I’m not playing,” he said leaning in for a kiss but leaving her to close the final gap.
“I thought you were just playing me. Like everyone else.”
“I’m not. You’re the only one I don’t want to play with,” Eric spoke throatily and when the tip of her tongue jutted out to wet her lips in anticipation he moved in claiming her lips as his own. Slowly but steadily she let him in and what started chaste deepened as tongues explored the feel of one another in a soft embrace while a hardened groin started to seek a welcoming centre between her thighs, moving them both to a steady rising heat.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered with a smile that rivalled his as they both sought out air, neither one all too fond of the distance between their mouths. His lips continued to trail down her throat as her eyes travelled up with the sheer sensation. “Oh my God!” Sookie shrieked as she caught sight of Creepy Compton rubbing away furiously at the pathetic piece of flesh dangling between his legs as he hid behind the glass of the bay window, holding what could only be described as a constipated expression.
Eric moved off of her instantly as Sookie thrust her Gran’s shotgun into his hands that she had resourcefully retrieved from its hiding place underneath the couch. “Hold him off!”
“Where are you going?” he asked with confusion as he aimed the barrel at the intruding neighbour who finally caught on to his predicament holding his hands up in the air pathetically.
“Getting the fucking shovel!”