True Blood Imagines

[4] Godric- Blurb

"Do I want mango White Claw, or pineapple Truly?" you asked yourself out loud as you looked between the two boxes of the alcoholic beverages on the store shelf.

As you stood there contemplating, your hips subconsciously began to sway to the upbeat music that was playing over the stores speakers. Or maybe you were doing it on purpose to tease your boyfriend? Well frankly, it was a little bit of both.

It had been a hot day, and it was one of those nights were it was humid and gross, so you had decided to wear a simple, short, jean skirt and a tank top, and Godric seemed to very much enjoy that.

"Choose whichever you want, sweetheart." Godric replied calmly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, one of his hands trailing down to the hem of your jean skirt, cold fingers in a feather like touch on your thigh. He placed a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder and then buried his face in your neck.

"I am very glad you wore this skirt." he growled in your ear as he pushed his body against yours. You could feel his arousal against the small of your back and you almost let out a moan.

"Godric..." you said warningly, but it came out as a whimper. He smirked at your words and moved his hands up and down, tracing over your curves and you began to pant softly. Just his touch instantly made you excited and your panties to become soaked.

Godric hummed into your neck and popped his fangs out, tracing them over your pulse point, ever so gently. He knew exactly how to turn you on and it was working extremely well at this point. You were almost ready to just fuck him right there in the alcohol aisle.

"Fuck, I'll just take both." you huffed out quickly. You grabbed both boxes and put them in the cart and grabbed Godric's wrist, pulling him to the check out line.

Godric couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face as he saw how hot and bothered he had made you, not to mention the flustered blush across your cheeks.

Once the two of you paid for everything, you practically ran to the car, throwing everything inside the trunk, and sliding yourself into the passenger seat.

Godric hadn't even finished closing his door when you pounced on him. Your lips pressed to his in a fiery kiss, as his hands snaked around your smooth thighs, pulling you into his lap.

And let's just say, the car didn't even leave the parking lot before he was buried inside of you.