Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Flesh and Fantasy

GODRIC POV

"My arrival was not intended to disrupt your life." I expressed to Ciree in all honesty.

"I knew this day was bound to happen." He replied bluntly.

"Ciree, as a man, you must decide your path. Although I must implore, be mindful, your actions, your choices shall impact others, so please choose wisely."

"I understand that, and I've decided to stay, I need to stay and finish what I started, my home is here now," Ciree replied with full assurance.

Considering his protest, I knew he had made up his mind. I also understood his reasons. As a child, his reality was constant upheaval, now the young vampire longed for stability. Like us all, he wanted too longed to find his place in the world.

"And do you understand what that entails?" I inquired a little further, simply for the enjoyment of conversing with him.

"Yes GG - fully." He replied firmly, there was no mocking in his tone.

"You shall not vary from the design or there shall be consequences for us all."

"I promise - I won't... I will keep everything I do on the down-low." He assured me further. With his tall stature, mannerisms, and features, Ciree reminded me so much of Eric. His wide dark emerald eyes conveyed a knowledge well beyond his years- like Tara.

"Very well Sol, I believe you owe your mother and father an apology. I am certain some of the things you said to them was voiced in anger."

"It was, but they're always double-teaming me, I wish they'd talk to me, one on one, like you're doing."

I nodded in agreement, and just like that, my grandchild was gone. In all my years, I've never seen a vampire move so rapidly. Uncertainty was no longer in my heart, Ciree will obey our wishes. He is more than capable of taking care of himself. Alas, he will be significantly missed upon my return to Louisiana.

Ciree...

What a fascinating creature. How I regretted every moment I missed his miraculous upbringing. I pulled in an unnecessary breath as I wondered. How was it possible to smell human and ancient at the same time- to be warm, with no heartbeat?

Intriguing...

Reflecting back on my centuries, I was unable to recall the last time I felt a pure excitement, although that is how I feel when I am with him. Successively, Tara and Ciree have a way of conjuring spirits of awe and pleasure, something long lost to me. As I re-entered my old home, Eric welcomed me and presented me with an exceptional offering. From the moment I set eyes on my child's beautiful human, cravings of tasting her swam deep inside me. Her natural scent reminded me of honey infused with lavender, coexisting harmoniously with an indescribable ancient scent.

Simply put, Tara Thornton's beauty and scent are irresistible. If she tastes as good as she smells it will be a challenge containing my savage urges.

TARA POV

"Tara, you have such a fascinating child." Godric softly murmured, his cool and liquid voice flowing around me like silk. "Although it should come as no surprise, you are a fascinating creature as well."

"Why, thank you, Godric." My face felt so taut that I thought it might crack. I could feel my eyebrows draw upward when he slowly lifted my hand, pulling it to his lips for a sensual kiss.

"Please have a seat." I gesture with my other hand to the crimson- Victorian-settee on the opposite side of the room.

"Yes, if you'll join me." He gestured slowly with his hand for me to lead the way. I could feel his hot gaze on my ass as I strolled across the room.

"Beautiful." He murmured softly.

I took my seat and I grinned sheepishly when he sat so close to me. Internally I was clashing with myself; I was enjoying Godric's attention way too much. The sexy, boyish-looking vampire, with his dark hair and pallor skin-adorned with ancient runic tattoos. He's the opposite in appearance of Eric, yet I find myself drawn to him, fully attracted to him as well.

I could hear Eric approaching, he had returned from retrieving Godric's coffin out of storage. At the opposite side of the vast basement, he effortlessly placed the 200-pound coffin next to his own. As he neared, it breaks me out of my rumination, I began to feel ashamed. I knew Eric could sense my ever growing arousal. He sat down next to me and with a playful wink and a little affirmative nod of his head, he encouraged me.

Oh, my!

Now, I am planted agreeably in-between two sexy vampires; both of them are ogling me like a starving man at a feast. The fact that my heart is pounding a mile a minute didn't help matters one bit. Eric clearly indicated in the past, my arousal is a vampire's aphrodisiac. My cheeks warmed at the thought of Eric feeling my kindling, thus igniting his provocation as well. Godric utters something to Eric in Swedish.

"Mina fångar gör ont för henne"

"Mina fångar och mina fångar och min kuk är värre." Eric growled in response.

"Hey...that's not fair fellas, speak English around me." I huff in frustration, my Swedish is shit, so I have no idea what was being said.

Whatever Godric said, caused Eric to smile wolfishly at me; conformation, I was the topic of their exchange. Eric slides closer to me, gently draping my long hair over my left shoulder. His fingers slowly glide from my knee, up to the swell of my thigh, dipping into the warmth between my legs. The contact made my eyes close, it felt positively electric, and my center moistened considerably.

"So warm." Eric purred.

Through heavily lidded eyes I gaze at him as he lustfully watches the rise and fall of my chest. I shudder with pleasure as Godric slowly begins massaging my tense shoulders, his thumbs in tandem, sliding up and down the nape of my neck. The firmness of his hands releasing my tension, forbidding my eyebrows from crinkling.

"How does that feel Tara?" Godric's soothing baritone flows in my ears, my heat warming his cool touch.

"Good." My voice is breathy and hardly there when I ask him for more. Godric maneuvers himself, so I'm on his lap and Eric positions so he is kneeling in front of me.

"Relax lover." Eric's voice chimes in like velvet in my other ear.

I lean back more heavily on Godric's body and he himself leans back to support me as I slowly recline. My eyes slammed shut and I feel the familiar touch of Eric's hands gently tugging at my off-shoulder sweater dress, pulling it further off my shoulders, down my breast, belly, and under my ass. Slowly my dress slips away, and I don't care; the heat of their unwavering gazes warm me even further. Eric gently shifts my foot, pushing my leg towards me to bend it at the knee. Godric's lips press against my neck and it feels like golden fire, my lips parting with a soft sigh. I'm pleasantly ensnared in the rhythmic motions of both men.

Eric's voice is smooth and steady. "Open your legs, Tara." He commanded and I positively submitted to him.

His perfect body nestles splendidly into mine and he hooks my leg over his broad shoulders. His soft lips start at my breast and trail down my stomach, until he's feverishly kissing my quivering thighs. He growled as the taste of my flesh exploded on his tongue. I swallow, arching my back slightly. I watch through blurry eyes as Eric licks and kisses my inner thighs, his wheat-colored hair falling over his closed eyes.

Godric's mouth dips down to suckle my neck. I didn't even realize they'd both bitten me until I felt the warm trickle of my own blood leisurely cascade down my neck and inner thigh. My body is no longer my own, I'm apart of them and them of me. I flush so hotly, my moistened flesh shudders with unrestrained need.

Taking pleasure in the flickering warmth of the candles lights around us, we carried on well into the late night hours; intoxicating each other with libations, caresses, and immeasurable amounts of pleasure the entire night.