True Blood Ficlet!

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Title: The Darkest Rose
Fandom: True Blood
Characters: Sookie Stackhouse/Eric Northman
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Ice Flower for writerverse
WARNINGS: n/a
Words: 482
Summary: Sookie has a dream…or is it?
A/N: my first ever True Blood fic, please be kind! D: Takes place between series 2 and 3.

All she could see was a dark frozen blue that didn’t move in any way. It was as if she were in a trance, she could see herself but nothing else except that color blue. All surroundings she had known, all thoughts and wishes and desires faded away into the background, so captivated she was by that color blue.

It felt as if she was on the softest bed in the world, wrapped in satin sheets of cobalt, or swimming in the most sapphire-colored sea. But there was no warmth in that bed, or in those waters. It was a frozen lake and a bed made of ice. It crept forward, surrounding her completely until she was encased in a block of ice the color of azure.

Sookie closed her eyes, and saw nothing but blackness, a welcome relief from so much of one color. She had her peace, until the black started to pull back and it became framed by more dark blue. Only this time it didn’t stop. Soon, a face began to form with pale skin the color of fresh snow, with lips standing red against the white of his skin. A nose, a chin, more features became prominent and Sookie gasped.

Eric.

His lips tilted into that damn smirk of his as he watched her. She moved backwards on her elbows away from him, but that was a stupid move. She was on a bed, satin sheets the color of night, and she couldn’t escape him. He was there, everywhere she tried to turn away from him, he brought her back like a magnet.

“Sookie…” he said softly, hand touching her face lightly. He was cold to the touch, cold as ice and he kept watching her with his intense gaze. She couldn’t be glamoured, but damn if he didn’t almost succeed any time he looked at her like that.

His lips moved onto hers and he pushed his body onto hers. Sookie pulled Eric closer and her eyes, again, closed. The urge to hate him melted away, the dislike she had for him was forgotten. She just knew that she wanted him, desperately.

He was a beautiful distraction, horrible and beautiful. He could be cruel, malicious and so-very wrong, and yet… He was beautiful in his manipulation, gorgeous in his deviousness, and simply divine in his kiss. It was no wonder that Sookie yielded so easily to him when he possessed her mouth with the skill he did.

Eric Northman was a rose made of ice, sharp and prickly when touched by his thorns. But once you got past them, to the petals and the most beautiful part of him, he was soft and so very beautiful.

Sookie opened her eyes and expected to see blue. It was with a curious taste of bitter disappointment that she saw only the ceiling of her bedroom and nothing more.