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Moaning Low

Sex was still new enough to Sookie that when Bill was inside her she could feel, on the very edge of her pleasure, a ring of searing pain.  It was good though, she wanted to feel it.  When Bill sunk his fangs into her throat, pain joined pain and the ring deep inside her seemed to expand outward until her whole body blazed with feeling, burned the way she imagined Bill would burn in the afternoon sun. 

She bucked against him, moaning low just like the lyrics of the old blues song.  Sometimes when she was working in the kitchen, Gran used to play an old timey music station out of New Orleans.  Tinny-sounding jazz and blues from the 20’s and 30’s.  Jason always made fun but Sookie liked the sound, the music made her feel close to her grandmother… 

Yes, she was thinking about Gran, thinking about her grandmother while Vampire Bill Compton was inside her, frantically sucking and thrusting.  Vampires weren’t the only ones who lived one foot in the present, one foot in the past, now and then bending and folding, each one containing the other. 

Bill stiffened against her.  She felt the warm liquid burst of him inside her.  He lay still beside her, her blood on his lips and stroked her hair. 

“If I had breath, I would be gasping,” he said.  “You have a fire inside you, Sookie Stackhouse.”