She always found it curious that a dead creature could get a hard on and yet have such a cold body temperature. It was funny how the mind wandered.
Sookie wasn't sure how tonight was different, knowing he loved her, it made her want to be, at least sexually what he wanted.
"Loving Eric was stupid at best, Sookie justified this by thinking all the Bon Temps rednecks sealed her fate all along, they'd thought she was stupid. And if they said it aloud, she just took a phrase from Forrest Gump, 'stupid is as stupid does,'.
In actuality her love for his was anything but stupid. Somewhere there was a prophecy about a vampire and a fairy; one they might discover in Franklin Springs, or another century. They couldn't be apart if they'd wanted to be; comically that's the way prophecies work; the two people get together.
Sookie didn't realize how brilliant her love really was. Taking her like this established her position in his sheriff-dom. Her only enemies were Eric's, she didn't know it yet, but if she had; she wouldn't have it any other way. She'd die for him, something he'd known for a longtime.
It was hard to distinguish the sounds Sookie made, were they pleasure or pain. She'd always been so quiet before, she'd felt it was more ladylike. It wasn't that Eric didn't, occasionally, make her feel like the lady she was. Knowing he loved her, made her feel free.
The sounds helped her free her constraints to the physical body, taking her further, maybe it was the 'V' - it was definitely Eric.
The realization of the depth of his words hit her as she climaxed, it was as if for a moment she had the opportunity to see into his head and vice-versa.
Flashes of his homeland, his parents, their death - the things that had impacted Eric: Godric, Pam, the were's in Germany, his wife and children.
Those flashed by so quickly they were overwhelming, the 'V' guiding this experience took her to his reality: Sookie. As they were climaxing she had visions of their love making in the future, of his grabbing her and taking her, the eroticism of this vision taking her places she'd never been.
Now she slowed her pace down, she was able to push down harder, pushing him in deeper, she wanted his lips all over her body, right now she wanted his tongue to violate her mouth.
The last vision she saw as she came was Eric, under the moonlight, blood flowing down his face, a single drop falling on the headstone of one Sookie Stackhouse.
Back bowing, she screamed at the vision, screamed at the headstone, and screamed with the pain Eric was feeling in her vision.
[I know I went a weird place there. If you want Eric to experience it too - then jump in - if not it could just be Sookie's 'V' trip. I figured you'd be okay if I did it that way. If this is over the line, we'll just end it definitely Eric.]