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GIVE ME LOVE

  A month passed.

The bracelet that had been keeping her magic at bay now came off since Velma was gone. Although, she didn't attempt to use her powers. She had no idea if what happened in the forest made them permanently disappear but she didn't really care about finding out in the month that passed.

          Everything was so peaceful she had no reason to test her powers. But a lot of things had changed since her return. Eric told her that he only drank blood once a month; and he drank Tru-Blood. She was baffled.

She was quite worried about how little he drank. And she had practically insisted that he drink from her but he had refused. But with the way his eyes lingered on the vein in her neck when she insisted, it was obvious he still craved her blood. But he absolutely would not budge on the issue.

The other thing that changed was the fact that Eric was still distant. It was odd because he spent quite a bit of time with her; he didn't distance himself from her but rather he kept himself from doing things with her like kissing. She could count on one hand the number of times he kissed her for the whole month.

She could not understand what was wrong with him. He had always wanted to kiss her before. She had even tried to start a make-out session while laying in her bed.

She had straddled him before pressing her lips to his. And he responded just like he always did. But before she could kiss him more deeply, he moved her off of him before getting up, mumbling again about being needed at Fangtasia and leaving.

She was utterly mystified. She started to question if he even wanted her anymore, if he was even attracted to her any longer. But then she started to pay closer attention to him.

He was always standing rather stiff around her and never pulled her too close but just close enough. When they did briefly kiss, he would clench his fists like he was restraining himself from touching her. And then she realized what it all meant: he wanted her too much.

She felt like such an idiot. That night she attempted to make out with him was practically teasing him, torturing him. But then again it wasn't like Eric talked to her about how his feelings; she had to play a lot of guesswork but two and a half years made her quite good at reading Eric.

But now that she knew, or guessed she knew, what Eric was feeling, she had a lot of time to think about how she felt. Now that she was back in Bon Temps, she no longer felt insecure. If her time with her grandmother proved anything, it was that she was sure of her love for Eric. It wasn't going to change. And she wanted everything with him. So she planned to start.

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        It was now November and it was her birthday. She was turning twenty-two. There was to be a party at Merlotte's later. She had just got out of the shower and was wearing a robe while she picked out her outfit. She held multiple outfits hanging on the tall mirror that she narrowed it down to last night. She had been so indecisive because, well, she wanted to look pretty for what she was planning.

        She was currently holding a dress against her to see if she liked the color against her skin. But then a person came into view in the mirror with a little smirk.

          She immediately gasped as she hung the dress back up on the mirror before turning to give him a small glare, "I told you to come later. At night. Not now."

              He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at her outrage, not understanding, "I've seen you in a robe before."

              "I-I know," she sighed as she crossed her arms. "Why did you come here?"

             He tilted his head to the side, "You didn't think I forgot? I've presented you with a gift every year."

          "I know," she swallowed.

           He remembered that it was her birthday. She didn't know why she was surprised. But she didn't exactly ever tell him and honestly she didn't know how he ever found out that very first year they met. But he had gotten her a gift every year. Last year he merely handed her his credit card for the day and told her to go buy something; she didn't feel quite okay just spending his money so she had only ended up buying a slice of cheesecake. Eric had laughed about it.

           "I have plenty of money," Eric informed with his lips quirked in amusement as she told him what she bought and that she didn't want to buy something expensive.

         "I know but it just didn't feel right," Eira wrangled her hands nervously.

       "You're such a strange human," he noted but it sounded more like a compliment.

         "Yes," Pam agreed. "You've should've bled him dry. It's what I would've done."

          "That wouldn't be right, though," she shifted uncomfortably before turning her gaze back to Eric who was looking at her rather intensely; she didn't know back then that he was looking at her like she was something he coveted.

            Eric was looking at her like that now as he said, "Time has been pointless for me for a long time but time is rather important to you as my fascinating little human so it's important to me until such time that it stops."

                   He meant he was waiting for forever with her, she thought. Her heart skipped a beat and she knew he heard it based on the way his lips quirked.

            "Turn around," he commanded.

            She stared at him for a moment longer before she did as he said. He stepped closer to her from behind and moved her hair to one side. Then he spoke so close to her ear that she felt his breath on her neck, "Close your eyes."

            She did it immediately and he chuckled as he joked, "So obedient. To think I ever thought I needed to try to glamour you."

           "Shut up," she kept her eyes closed with a small smile as she elbowed him which only made him chuckle again.

           It was quiet for a moment before she felt something cold and metallic dangle over her chest. She knew it was a necklace as she then felt the chain that he clasped around her neck. He moved her hair to her original position before he told her to open her eyes.

           She did so to look in the mirror to find she was wearing a gold necklace. She looked down at the pendant. It was a symbol that seemed to be in the shape of a V with a line down the middle of it. She knew it was a Viking rune.

          "What rune is it?" she asked.

           He smiled at the fact she could recognize it for what it was before he answered, "Algiz. It means protection. It means I'll always fight for you."

            She smiled softly as butterflies erupted in her stomach and her heart skipped another beat. She brought her hand up to hold the pendant before turning to face him and she let go of the pendant.

      "Thank you," Eira stared up into his sky blue eyes, being consumed by them that it felt nothing existed besides the two of them. "But you know it goes both ways, don't you?"

         Eira would fight for him just as he'd fight for her. That would never change. It was forever.

         "I know," he hummed in acknowledgment before he leaned down and pressed his lips ever so softly to hers.

           It was the first time in a month that he had been the one to kiss her. She drowned in the feeling of his lips against hers as his hands came to cradle her cheeks. It was such a delicate, slow kiss that smoldered and made her cheeks go red and hot as she looped her arms around his neck.

         Her fingers played with the ends of his hair before he pulled away slightly. His lips brushed against hers, seemingly wanting more before he decided against it and pulled away completely.

          "I'll be back later," he said quietly as he stepped away while staring at her lips.

            He went to leave but she quickly grabbed his hand before he could do so, "Wait. You...you promise? Before midnight?"

                   He furrowed his eyebrows at her desperate tone but, nevertheless, nodded. She sighed before letting go of his hand and then he was gone.

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Eira went to Merlotte's that night. She met with all her friends in the small town and she lamented to Jason how she missed Sookie but it was a good night. She laughed and danced and drank some shots; she would need some liquid courage for later. She ended up wearing a mint green tulle dress; she wanted to wear something that brought out her eyes.

But the party eventually ended and she went home. It was almost midnight and Eric still hadn't come back. She paced her floor and let her hair down while she waited. Then she heard the creak of the window where Eric always entered.

She looked at the clock on her nightstand, "You waited until five minutes until midnight."

"You said before midnight."

She rolled her eyes before Eric smirked as he stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets and complimented, "You look pretty."

She blushed a bit as fingers caressed her cheek before she said, "You could've came earlier."

"Why did you want me to?"

She hesitated before she reached up on the tips of her toes and kissed him. They kissed slowly for a moment before Eric stopped, muttering against her lips, "That doesn't tell me what you want."

Eira pulled away to look up at him, huffing a little bit before she said very slowly while her heartbeat drowned out all sound, "I want to be completely, absolutely, eternally yours."

She was already absolutely his because her love for him was absolute. And eventually she'd be eternally his but tonight she wanted to be completely his.

"You are mine," he said in confusion.

"Eric," she said impatiently. "I'm saying that I want you to make love to me."

Eric practically froze but he couldn't help but be amused at her wording. Of course, only his Eira would say that. His lips quirked as he questioned, "Make love?"

"Yes," she blushed. "Because I love you and you love me."

He didn't say anything. He didn't refute it. He just hummed in acknowledgment as he stared at her intensely before he asked, "Am I dreaming?"

"What?" she smiled a bit. "You still dream about me?"

"I always dream about you."

"You don't have to dream anymore," she promised as she grabbed his hand, guiding him along with her as she walked backwards. Then she pushed him onto the bed.

He was propped up on his elbows as he watched her stand in front of the bed and unzip her dress. It fell to the ground before she started to remove her undergarments as well and it didn't take long before she was bare before him.

The only thing she wore was that necklace. Something he gave to her and so it was like she was wearing a brand on her bare body that symbolized that she belonged to him. That she was his. He was extremely turned on by it.

He had dreamed of this moment for so long but reality was far better than his dreams. He had been alive a thousand years and he had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Such a strange sensation when reality is so much better than what you've imagined in your mind so precisely," Eric mused.

Eira giggled a bit as she climbed on top of him, straddling him before she asked, "Is that you calling me beautiful?"

"You are beautiful," he stared into her green eyes.

She smiled before she kissed him softly for a moment before she pulled away slightly to mutter against his lips, "Make me completely yours, Eric."

He felt like all his wildest dreams had come true. He felt unrestrained. He felt like he'd been given a command that finally allowed him to do what he always wanted. So he did.

He kissed her immediately with passion and hunger as his hands went to touch her and roam all the unexplored skin. She felt like he left a trail of sparks everywhere he touched her. Then he went to flip them to where she was lying under him and he was hovering over her. He moved his lips to her neck and then down, down, down. He kissed her breasts. He left a trail of kisses down her stomach. He moved her legs apart to kiss her inner thighs. He kissed her everywhere.

         He even kissed her in places she wasn't aware would feel good. His tongue licked her clit which made her gasp and pant the few times he did it. He wanted to make her orgasm just by stimulating the little bud of nerves but the sounds that came out of her mouth made him impatient. He wanted to be inside her and now.

              Eric moved away from her to stand at the edge of the bed. She was confused before he used vampire speed to remove his clothes. It made her smile a bit that he was somehow so eager that he couldn't waste a moment by using normal speed.

             Then he moved back to hover over her and take up the space between her legs. She looked down the length of him and noticed he was quite large. She briefly wondered how he was going to fit as she moved her hands to roam his bare chest. He kissed her briefly as he started to rub his cock against her folds which made her let out a little gasp at the feeling.

            It created this sort of frenzy inside of her, this anticipation. She wanted him desperately inside of her as he teased her entrance.

            Eric had his hands flat against the bed on either side of her head as he looked down at her. He was saying something but she wasn't hearing it with all the blood rushing in her head.

             "What?"

             "Tell me if it hurts," he repeated himself as he stared at her carefully.

            She wondered why it would hurt when she craved it so much right now. But she nodded.

             He stared at her for a moment more, hypnotizing her with his eyes before she felt it. She gasped as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her. He pushed into her slowly inch by inch until he reached her core and he was buried inside her to the hilt.

             Eric grunted once he was fully inside of her warm walls and how perfectly tight her pussy was wrapped around him. Eira felt like she was stretched to her limit as she became so full of him. All she was aware of was him.

          Then Eric started to thrust rather fast but it felt uncomfortable. It felt like it was too much. It felt painful.

        "Th-That hurts," she winced.

            Eric immediately stopped and readjusted himself. His thrusts became very slow and gentle. It immediately felt better and she sighed in ecstasy at the rhythmic motion of his cock in and out. She could feel every inch of him as he moved and each deep thrust made her feel so full of him.

         A heat built up as she got wetter and wetter between her legs, her juices now lubricating his cock to make his thrusts so seamless. It didn't take her long to climax. Once she did, let out breathless little moans as her back arched and her toes curled. Her nails dug into his skin (which only healed) as her muscles clenched. As she rode out her high, she felt like she and Eric were one being, one soul; like she did not know where she ended and he began. They were one whole.

"I love you," she mumbled in a little moan.

It was those words that did him in. He grunted as his grip on her thigh tightened. He came inside her with one final thrust, spilling his cold, bloody cum into her cunt.

Usually, Eric never came inside any girls he fucked because of the blood. He didn't want to deal with being connected by the blood so if it ever happened he ended killing those girls.

But Eira was different, obviously; special. She had already had his blood; he had insisted on giving it to her all those years ago. So he wasn't worried about some of his blood in her system. With her, it was just better if he came inside her because his blood would heighten the pleasure she would feel.

Eira felt his cock pulse and throb as his cum spilled into her. She felt even more connected to him; she felt the urge to be closer to him and she looped her arms around his neck, bringing his face down to hers so she could kiss him. They kissed lazily as Eric pulled his cock out of her. Once he did so, some of his bloody cum dripped out of her onto the sheets.

Eric moved to lay beside her as they kissed. After awhile, Eira winded up on top of him, straddling him. She had started to rub herself against his cock and it didn't take long for him to get hard again. Once he was, he lined his cock up with her entrance and thrusted upwards into her, filling her again.

His movements became fast and rough (which no longer hurt) as if he was intent on giving her an onslaught of pleasure. And he did. Now that were no I love you's, his stamina proved to be massive.

His hands were on her thighs keeping her still on top of him as he fucked her relentlessly and made her come over and over again. She had lost count of how many times she came. But slick sheen of her cum was dripping down his cock.

Eric started to know when she was close based on the way she'd tighten her grip on the sheets below them. He sat up as he continued to fuck her and her hands went to his shoulders. He kissed her deeply before one final thrust made her come undone and she was moaning into his mouth.

She felt tired, too worn out, and she knew her body needed him to stop. But it felt like such a sin to end something so pleasurable. So when he asked her if she wanted him to stop, her voice came out in a plea against his lips, Don't.

So they didn't.