Ok guys. I have just taken my first stab at Fan Fic ever. I've read a couple before for different shows and movies. .but this is my first attempt. So please be kind. I don't normally do any creative writing and I have especially never attempted anything sensual or of this nature before - so it was a little difficult. I am not good with explicit stuff (I can handle watching it, reading it, hearing it, but generally I don't personally talk in an explicit manner) so I had to use a lot of euphimisms as you can probably tell. Oh, and I was trying to write in the "style" that Charlaine Harris writes. And now.
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It had been a long night at Merlotte’s. Longer than usual. It was Halloween in Bon Temps and ever since we had gotten our very own vampire, people were really going all out with the decorations and costumes. We had a huge rush of people around 9:30, right about when the trick-or-treaters had finished up. Drinks were flowing and most of the people were in some sort of costume and were saying cliché phrases like “I vant to suck your blood.” While it’s a total turn on when Bill wants to drink from me, hearing Terry Bellefleur say those words with red corn syrup dripping down his cheek didn’t quite have the same effect. So when I got home and laid my head down on my pillow, it took mere minutes for me to drift into a deep sleep, thinking of Bill… And there he was –arms wrapped around me. He was propped up in my bed and I was leaning back into him. He nuzzled at my neck, gently licking over the now healed, but still scarred part of my flesh where he had first bit me. “Sookie,” he whispered. “I must have you now and I won’t take no for an answer.” Call me a masochist, but I did like it when Bill used a little force. He flipped me around so that we were sitting face to face, my legs wrapped around him. The night gown I was wearing seemed like it could have come from the 1800s – a white cotton gown, loosely flowing, with a white ribbon keeping it tied and cinched up top. Bill’s cold fingers grabbed one of the strands of ribbons and pulled to untie the ribbon. With the ribbon untied, the nightgown dropped down around my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Had I been wearing a modern negligee, getting out of any straps and clasps would have not been this easy. I think those women in the 1800s were on to something… Bill’s hands clasped my breasts and I gasped. I had heard Jason once bragging about his “sexcapades” and using ice in the heat of passion….I imagine that Bill’s hands produced the same effect. He pulled me closer, one hand still on my breast the other on my back, as he kissed me deeply. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then slid it off, revealing his marble chest. He pulled me closer. I slid my hands down, in what little room I had to work with, to undo his pants. He wiggled just enough to allow me to take them off fully. There he was in all of his wonderful glory, pressed against me. Thankfully, my night gown was the only item of clothing I had on. Easy access. Both of Bill’s hands wrapped around me and grasped the lowest part of my lower back and pulled. With that one strong pull, we were fully together in every sense possible. As he pressed into me again, my back arched a little. We began a rhythmic pattern, Bill and I, like a song. And with each verse, I could feel a warmth flowing through my body and I could feel Bill become more animalistic. We were getting closer. Bill put his hand to my face and slowly combed his fingers through my hair. Just as he got to the end of my hair, his hand twisted back around to grab a handful. He pulled my hair downward, which in turn pulled my head back, and with full access, he pierced my neck with his teeth. If you’ve never been bitten by a vampire in the throws of passion, it is truly hard to describe the sensation that accompanies a bite mid-orgasm. Your body is already warm and tingling all over as you reach your climax. Then your vampire bites you. There’s this strange moment where your body is filled with pleasure but you feel the pain of the puncture. Then as the pain leaves you reach this whole other level of euphoria. Your senses heighten and you can almost feel like you are floating. So as Bill bit me and we both went over the edge, we clutched each other even closer. Even as I relished in my own pleasure I could hear an animalistic growl come from Bill that I could tell meant that he was also experiencing the same. He withdrew his fangs from me and licked the wound clean. Before he pulled his head away he whispered directly into my ear in the most seductive voice, “Sookie, you taste devine.” As we came down from our own high, Bill leaned back against the head board. Out of my own exhaustion, I fell backwards onto the bed, though I didn’t stay there for long. Bill scooted down under the sheets and adjusted his arm so that I could easily position myself into his little nook. I kissed his chest and then rested my head on it. Bill sighed and held me closer. As I woke, I felt a coldness in the bed next to me. But this coldness wasn’t from my vampire beside me, it was from his absence. I had dreamed about Bill before, but this dream was so real to me, that I had expected to wake with him by my side.
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