One Time Thing

“Who the hell could that be?” The ringing of the doorbell sounds again throughout Sookie’s apartment and she groans in frustration. There are only a handful of people who would be ringing her doorbell this late in the evening, and to be honest, she doesn’t want to deal with any of them. She has a plan for this evening and she intends to see it come to fruition. The doorbell ringing again makes her slam down her eyeliner and stalk out of the bathroom to her front door.

Sookie looks through the peephole and groans internally. She flings the door open to show her best friend standing on the other side holding a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. He’s giving her his signature lopsided grin which slowly falls away from his face when he sees what she’s wearing.

“Jesus Christ Sook, put some clothes on will ya?” Eric Northman frowns as his gaze roams over Sookie’s scantily clad body. She flips him off as she stalks back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Eric deposits the box of pizza on her kitchen table and stashes the beer in the refrigerator before tracking Sookie down. He finds her leaning over the vanity, nearly touching the mirror as she lines her lower eyelids with makeup.

“Got a hot date?” He folds his arms over his chest as he continues to watch her paint her face with the various cosmetics she pulls out of the makeup box sitting on the counter. He’s seen her wear makeup before, but it usually isn’t so obvious. Tonight she is going for the smoky eyes and the red lips that make him think uncomfortable thoughts about his best friend. Eric’s never denied that Sookie is a beautiful girl, but she made it clear years ago that he was definitely in the “friend zone” because he dated her cousin Hadley for a few months. And he is fine with being her friend, but sometimes his body isn’t on board with that plan. Sometimes his body doesn’t remember that his best friend’s luscious body is off-limits. Right now is one of those times, and he shifts uncomfortably on his feet as that traitorous part of his body responds to the skimpy, skin-tight outfit that clings to all of her curves. Eric wants to moan in frustration because she’s wearing red, his favorite fucking color.

Jesus Christ! I need to get laid, he thinks as he tries to look somewhere other than at her delicious ass bent over the bathroom countertop.

“Nope. I feel like going out tonight,” she says in a mumble as she applies a coat of sheer gloss to her red lips. She puckers her lips at the mirror when she is finished, blowing herself a kiss. When she’s all finished, Sookie drops the gloss, lipstick, and compact in her small clutch purse. Her path is blocked by a blond giant standing in her doorway. “Get out of my way Eric,” she says in exasperation.

“Where are you going?”

Sookie rolls her eyes. “I have a father, thank you very much, and a brother. Neither one of them give a shit if I go out this evening so why do you?”

“Why does it have to be tonight? We usually watch movies or Dr. Who. Why didn’t you tell me you were ditching me tonight?”

“For fuck’s sake Eric! I just want to get out of this apartment and have a good time,” Sookie says in annoyance. And I’m hornier than a sailor at sea, she adds silently.

“Fine,” Eric says as he steps away from the bathroom door and lets Sookie pass him by. “So where are we going?”

Sookie whirls around to stare at him in horror. “Why do you want to come with me? You hate bars and clubs.” Her voice has risen to an uncommonly high octave; it’s the octave that her voice always slips into when she is lying or trying to hide something. Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to hook up with a random guy if Eric is hanging around? He’ll chase every guy away.

Eric narrows his eyes hearing Sookie’s shrill voice. What the hell is she hiding from me? He shrugs his shoulders in response. “I don’t want to go all the time, but it’s been a while since I’ve been out. Let’s go. I’ve got my dry cleaning in the car, so I can put on a dress shirt before we get to the club.”

“But,” Sookie starts only to stop when Eric comes back from the kitchen having put the pizza in the refrigerator. He looks so excited to be going out, she doesn’t have the heart to tell him he can’t go. There goes my night of orgasms, she thinks forlornly. “Fine, but you’re driving!”

***

Two hours later, Eric is drinking an overpriced bottle of beer as he watches the dance floor from his spot against the railing. The moment they got in the club, Sookie had bounced her way to the bar so she could get a lemon drop or two. She pounded her drinks quickly before moving to the crowded dance floor. Eric doesn’t dance, so he’s been content to watch her and drink. The way Sookie moves on the dance floor should be illegal; all it does is make a man think of sex. Unfortunately, Eric isn’t the only man to have noticed Sookie. A few others have tried to ingratiate themselves to Sookie, but she’s brushed them all off. Eric catches Sookie’s eye and mimes a drink to her, and she shakes her head yes. He goes to the bar, setting his empty bottle down as he waits for one of the bartenders to come his way.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Eric turns his head slightly to find a stunning brunette with bright green eyes in a magenta dress. With her high heels on, she’s only a few inches shorter than Eric.

Definitely easier to push her up against the wall or bend her over and have my way with her. And given the look in her eyes, she’s definitely on board with Eric’s plan.

“Oh I insist; let me buy you a drink,” Eric says giving her a sexy smirk. The bartender stops in front of them and waits for their order. Eric orders Sookie a lemon drop and himself a beer.

“What will you have?”

“How about a leg spreader followed by a screaming orgasm,” she says with a coy smile and skims her fingers along the skin of his forearm. Eric grins widely as he places the order with the bartender. The two of them flirt while they wait for the mixed drinks. When the bartender delivers the drinks, Eric tells the woman to stay there, that he’s going to deliver the drink to his friend on the dance floor. Eric hurries through the crowd. He waits impatiently for Sookie to push her way through the crowd.

“Ugh thanks,” she says slamming her shot back. “Let’s get out of here; I’m tired of fighting off assholes that think my breasts and ass are theirs for the grabbing. I should have just stayed home,” she says with an exasperated sigh.

“Can you take a cab? I’m having a good time and I’m not ready to go,” Eric says as his eyes drift towards the bar where the brunette is waiting for him.

Sookie’s eyes glance towards the bar to see what he’s looking at. Her face clouds with anger as she sees what she considers a trashy whore staring at Eric like he’s a juicy steak she wants to devour. Oh hell no! I’m the one that was looking to get laid tonight, and he ruined my plan. Now he’s ditching me for a piece of ass?!?! Over my dead body!

“What the fuck Eric?!?! You insist on coming with me tonight. And you drove. Now you’re going to ditch me for a girl that’s probably going to give you crabs. Thanks a fucking lot you asshole!”

“Calm your tits Sookie! What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem is that my so-called best friend is ditching me for a one night stand. You know what, forget it.” She sets the empty shot glass on the ledge around the dance floor. “I hope you can’t get it up and that she’s a shitty lay!” Sookie storms off through the crowd, pushing against people so she can get to the door.

Eric stands there for a minute, unsure of what to do. On one hand, he can have a night of potentially mind-blowing sex, but it will definitely cause problems with his best friend. On the other, he can go after his angry best friend, deal with the silent treatment all the way home, only to have to take care of his frustrations in the shower later. With a growl and a look of regret towards the brunette, Eric slams his beer down on the ledge and takes off after Sookie. When he reaches the door, Eric looks back at the brunette. She can’t be too heartbroken; she’s already hitting on a Mr. Clean wannabe. When their eyes meet across the room, she smirks at him and waves her fingers in farewell. Another growl escapes his lips as he stalks outside to find his personal cock blocker.

“Taxi!” Sookie stands on the sidewalk, her arm raised in the air, gesturing wildly for one of the yellow vehicles to stop for her. She sees Eric walking angrily towards her, but chooses to ignore him. Before one of the yellow vehicles can stop for her, Eric grabs her raised arm and begins dragging her to the parking garage. Sookie struggles against his hold.

“Let me go!”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the car! You wanted me to take you home, so that’s what I’m doing. Thanks for ruining my night!” He angrily pushes the button for the elevator, finally letting Sookie’s arm go as he glares at her. The elevator doors immediately open and the two pissed off friends enter the elevator silently.

“Well you already ruined mine! Consider us even,” she bitches back at him as she pushes the number for their floor. Both are standing with their arms crossed over their chest, refusing to look at the other as the elevator silently takes them to the necessary level. When the doors open again, the two friends stalk to Eric’s car. Sookie gets in his car, slamming the door behind her, earning more of Eric’s ire.

The ride to Sookie’s apartment is silent. Sookie sits in her seat, staring out her window with her hands folded in her lap. She hates fighting with Eric; it always makes her feel miserable. Silent tears creep their way out of her eyes, running down her face. Eric glances over at his irritating friend, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He too hates fighting with Sookie. If she had been the one tonight that had wanted to leave with one of those dicks that had pawed at her, he probably would have reacted just as badly. Eric’s sigh seems loud in the otherwise silent car. He reaches over the center console to pick up one of her hands, lacing his fingers through hers.

“I’m sorry Sookie.”

Sookie sniffs loudly. “Me too,” she says while squeezing his hand. He glances her way and gives her a soft smile which she returns.

Ten minutes later, Eric parks in the parking lot in front of her apartment building. “Do you wanna come up for pizza and ice cream? We could watch a movie,” she says in a small voice.

“Sure,” he says with a smile. “You know I can always eat.”

The two friends climb out of the vehicle and walk up to Sookie’s apartment. Once they get inside, they immediately go to the kitchen for the cold pizza and beer. Eric leans against the counter, wolfing down his first slice quickly while Sookie eats hers more slowly. As he’s reaching for a second slice of pizza, he asks Sookie the question that’s been bothering him.

“So why were you all bent out of shape because I wanted to go with you tonight?” He gobbles half the slice of pizza down in one bite as he waits for Sookie to answer.

She has the deer in headlights look when she turns to stare at him. Sookie blinks her eyes a few times silently before sighing in resignation. “You’re gonna make fun of me when I tell you,” she says before taking a bite of her pizza.

“Tell me,” he says around another bite of pizza.

Sookie drops her slice of half eaten pizza back in the box. She lets out a big sigh. “I was looking to get laid tonight,” she admits as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

Eric gapes at her, his slice of pizza hanging limply in his hand. “You what?!?!?!”

“Don’t judge me,” Sookie says hotly. “Why’s it OK for you to pick up some random skank but I can’t find a random guy to spend the night with?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Eric begins in a confused voice as he tries to process what Sookie said. “So why were you so mad that I was gonna leave with the brunette?”

“Christ you didn’t even get her name? You’re a fucking pig!” Sookie laughs and throws her balled up napkin at him. “Ugh! See this is what’s wrong with society! It’s OK for you to have a one night stand with some random chick whose name you don’t even know, but if I were to do it, then I’m a whore or a slut! I fucking hate society,” Sookie grumbles as she shoves the pizza away from her and goes to the freezer for the ice cream and then gets a spoon out of the silverware drawer. She hops up on the counter next to Eric and vigorously attacks the pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked.

“Hey, I’m not judging you,” Eric grabs the ice cream from Sookie and sets it on the counter next to them. He stands in front of her, his hands on her knees. “So why didn’t you want me to go with you?”

“I didn’t want you to see me like that,” she grumbles.

“Like what?” Eric begins rubbing circles on the skin above her knees, trying to soothe her.

“Horny,” she says with a large exhale. “I’m so tired of being alone. For just a night, it would have been nice to be in someone’s embrace. To feel connected to another human being; to feel the heat of his skin against mine. That moment of supreme bliss when you fall over the edge and then bask in the afterglow. I just wanted that for a night,” Sookie says glumly.

The idea of Sookie and sex has Eric instantly aroused and his hands moving against the silk of her stockings isn’t helping matters. Eric steps back from his best friend, trying to control the reaction of his body to her words. He too wants that connection with a woman; his body aches to feel a woman’s body beneath his.

“So who said you can’t have it tonight?” Eric’s voice is rough and deep as he stares at Sookie. She blanches as he stalks towards her, reminding her of a lion chasing an antelope. This time when his hands land on her thighs, it’s much closer to where the hem of her dress rests on her thighs, higher than his original position which seemed so much safer. Before where his touch was comforting, now it’s teasing, arousing. Sookie gulps as the sharp arrow of desire hits low in her body, and she feels a wetness begin to spread across her lower lips. She’s never denied that Eric is a handsome man, but he’s nothing more than a friend. He dated her cousin for God’s sake; Hadley hadn’t been shy about sharing the intimate details of their relationship. She can’t be involved with him; he’s her best friend.

“Eric we can’t do this,” she moans as his fingers move under the material of her dress. Her head falls back against the cabinet as his fingers tease the flesh above the lace of her thigh highs, his fingers burning her as he moves closer and closer to the juncture between her legs.

“Your body is telling me you very much want to do this,” Eric says thickly. His eyes have gone indigo in color as he watches Sookie respond to his touch. “Only tonight. Let me take care of you. We’re both worked up; we both need this.”

“What about our friendship?” Sookie moans as his fingers brush against the lace covering her mound, and she moves against him seeking more friction for the part of her that is burning with need.

He’s kissing up the column of her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh beneath her ear that makes her shudder in his arms. “Nothing will change. It’ll be a one-time thing,” he promises in a whisper against her ear before he sucks the soft flesh of her earlobe between his lips.

Sookie moans again and grips his hair between her hands, forcing his head back from her neck. They stare at each other for a moment, chests heaving as they pant from the sexual tension that charges the air between them.

“Oh fuck it,” she says before pulling his mouth down to hers for a voracious kiss as her legs spread to wrap around his waist. Her feet press against his ass, pulling his body flush against hers. Eric is caught off guard by her sudden movements, but he quickly catches up with her plan. He repositions his body so that his engorged erection rubs against her hot, wet pussy. His hands move up to her breasts, palming them through the material of her dress and bra. He’s fantasized for years about touching her body, her breasts in particular, because he’s seen her in various stages of undress. It’s cliché, but Eric is a breast man; he’s always thought her breasts are the best natural ones he’s ever seen, and he’s longed to feel them. While their lips move against each other, Eric’s hands caress and knead her soft globes, his fingers brushing back and forth across her nipples making her moan against his mouth.

Pulling Sookie’s hands from his hair, he places them on the counter underneath his. “Don’t move,” he commands in her ear. He feels Sookie nod and smiles at her quick compliance. His hands glide up the smooth skin of her arms, making her shiver as his rough hands grasp the stretchy fabric of her dress. With the same slow motion, he drags the fabric down her arms, which pulls the fabric down over her breasts, bunching around her waist. Sookie waits for Eric to direct her to lift her hands before slipping her hands through the openings of her dress. She bites her lip nervously as Eric stares at her in silent contemplation. She had intended to hook up with a guy tonight, so she made sure she wore her sexiest bra and panties combination. Her breasts are encased in one of those black lace balconette bras from Victoria’s Secret that makes her breasts look larger than what they are and makes her cleavage look amazing in her opinion. Based on the growl coming from Eric and the fact it looks like drool is forming at the corner of his mouth, she’ll take that to mean Eric agrees.

“Better than I ever dreamed,” he utters hoarsely before he leans down to suck on the skin of her breast above her bra. Sookie’s hips move against his erection, seeking more friction to relieve the achy feeling inside her. She brings her hands back up to his hair, running her fingers through the silky strands as he moves his mouth with agonizing slowness across her chest, lavishing her soft skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses that will leave bruises tomorrow. But for tonight, Sookie doesn’t care. All she cares about is pleasure. And Eric is certainly delivering that. She sensuously rubs her leg up and down his ass and thighs, turning herself on even more.

“So you’ve dreamed about this huh?” Sookie grins at Eric when he lifts his eyes to look at her, his tongue tracing the line of her cleavage, leaving a trail of wetness that he blows hot air over, making her shiver and groan.

“Of course I have,” he admits before sucking on the lace covering her nipple. He does the same to the other one before lifting his head to look her in the eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman Sookie. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to fantasize about you. But I never pushed for more because you didn’t want it,” he says with a shrug before leaning forward to capture her lips in a kiss.

“It’s not that I didn’t want it,” she says when her lips are free again and she’s concentrating on unbuttoning his shirt. She pushes the shirt off his shoulders and down his muscular arms. She then pulls his undershirt out of his jeans, her hands brushing over his abs and pecs as she lifts the cotton fabric up off his body. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to run my hands and tongue over these muscles? And this v,” she says tracing the muscular definition that dips beneath his jeans. “Ungf! I don’t know what it is about this, but it’s fucking hot. I just wanna bite it,” Sookie finishes with a playful snap of her teeth.

Eric chuckles as Sookie undoes the button on his jeans. “So why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“Because we’re friends,” she says simply.

Eric cradles her cheek in his hand and stares at her seriously. “We’ll still be friends in the morning Sookie. Sex isn’t going to change that; I promise. One time thing,” he says solemnly before he claims her lips in a tender kiss which quickly heats back up. Their hands work to undress each other, both ignoring the question that lingers in the air.

Will one time really be enough?

 

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Here are the drink recipes for the drinks the brunette ordered.

The Leg Spreader

1 oz. 1800 Tequila

1 oz. Gin

1 oz. Vodka

1 oz. Rum

Mix together and enjoy.

 

Screaming Orgasm

1 oz. Vodka

1.5 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream

0.5 oz. Kahlua coffee liqueur

Pour the vodka first, then the Bailey’s, and then the Kahlua over ice. Use only high quality vodka; cheap varieties may make the Bailey’s curdle.