Title: Sweet Death
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Pam/Tara
Author: Mirandyscrow
Rating: Pg-13 to R
Summary: A small ficlet inspired by "Bliss" by Mariah Carey. Not a songfic.
Archive: Sure if you really want it. Lol, it would be a surprise to me, just ask my permission first. (It's nice when people ask)
Disclaimer: True Blood belongs to Alan Ball and HBO. The characters therein come from the beautiful brain of Charlaine Harris. I'm just using them for my own fangirl fun. Any and all other brand names belong to their respective owners. This if a piece of fiction from my own crazy imagination and I do not make any money on it.
Spoilers: Not really. All you have to know is that Tara was turned by Pam and they are HAWT.
Author's Note: After watching the Tamela kiss like fifty times and squeeing like a crazy tin-hatting fangirl every single time, I decided to try my hand a few little Pam/Tara drabbles inspired by songs. It's not quite and iPod meme challenge but close enough for me.
Beta: Mad props to my beta and wifey faithlessfate for whipping this story into shape and making it worth reading as well as helping with the sexy bits. Any and all careless mistakes I claim as my own.
The room was bright, almost too bright. If it wasn't for the fact that she was positive she was inside, she would be worried about the danger of becoming a pile of pulp. She took in her surroundings, the sheer expanse straining even her eyes. The room was white, not the color of an eggshell, or even a sheet of paper, but pure white, devoid of any color.
The four-poster, canopied bed she was currently seated upon had stark, snow colored curtains fluttering in an unseen breeze. Tara looked down, observing obsidian silk panties and a matching bra.
She felt her back hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the soft, luxuriant mattress. She tried in vain to see the intruder; the woman's face completely obscured by thick, blonde curls and almost felt her heart lurch in her throat as she recognized that head of hair.
"Pam," she heard herself whisper.
The vampire looked up, her mouth curled into a devious smile. Tara would have sunk to her knees, had she not been pinned beneath her maker. Pam leaned forward, capturing Tara's lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. It grew in intensity as the older vampire teased her progeny's lips with her teeth and tongue.
Tara clutched desperately at Pam's shoulders, making her chuckle in delight and rake her nails up the new vampire's arms, leaving rapidly healing welts in their wake. Tara reveled in the pleasure mixed with pain and spread her legs wider in invitation.
"Take me, Pam." Tara hated herself for sounding so weak and needy.
"You know what I want," Pam said, cupping Tara possessively.
"I don't... I don't," Tara writhed. "Pam, please."
"Tara!"
"Please," Tara breathed.
"Tara! Wake your lazy ass up!"
Tara lurched forward kissing Pam with ferocity. She sucked Pam's bottom lip into her mouth and caught it between her teeth. Her descended fangs nicked her maker's lips and she sucked greedily on the potent blood before she was pushed across the basement violently.
"I set the pace." Pam spent the next several hours slowly and sensually killing Tara again.
~Fin~
Hate or Love it? Lemme know!