A/N: Hello guys! Huge thanks to all of you that have read and reviewed Trust in Me and all of my stories so far. Your constant support is definitely what motivates me to keep writing stories centered around Pam and Tara. I love their relationship and I love that you all love it as well. This is going to be my second multi-chaptered fic. It takes place during the time period I set up after Revamped. So without further ado, here is the first installment of Anticipation.
Happy reading!
Tara was harboring some concerns with the state of her and Pam's sex life.
Oh they had fucked. Countless times. And the sex was good too. Every other intimate moment shared with anyone else in all her twenty eight years on earth had been rendered incomparable when pitted against sex with Ms. Pamela Swynford de Beaufort. But that's all it was. Sex. Fucking. It was raw and carnal. Wild and animalistic. There was nothing sweet or loving about it. Verily, every time she tried to initiate with slow and gentle foreplay, Pam would shy away as if her lover's touch scalded her.
"Don't play games, Tara. Just fuck me," the usually dry southern drawl would beg on a breathless whimper.
And Tara would comply.
But she wanted something more. And she wanted Pam to want more too.
It was a Thursday night and one of the two days out of the week where Fangtasia Revamped didn't open for the night. Tara had been assigned to stocking but with her vampire speed and aptitude for math, she'd finished in under an hour before going to peek in on her Maker who was handling the business aspect of things. Her long blonde hair was gathered in a messy bun and she donned a fuchsia Juicy Couture velour suit. Tara stepped into the office, perching herself at the edge of the large wooden desk and though Pam sighed aloud, the sound wasn't one of annoyance. Her progeny could sense the amusement through their bond.
"Did you do your chores?" Pam deadpanned and Tara rolled her eyes.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good girl. Now what do you want, I'm busy keeping a roof over our heads."
Blunt as ever, Tara wasn't about to beat around the bush, "How come we don't make love?"
Pam's fingers which had been typing at vamp speed instantly stilled and she shot an incredulous look at her Child, her manicured eyebrows arching so high, they nearly touched her hairline. Where the hell had that question come from and what did her progeny even mean by it? They had sex almost every night; fiery and impassioned sex. Sex that consumed them both, rendering their limbs unusable until the death sleep claimed them as the rising sun signaled the approach of dawn.
"Excuse me?"
"We don't make love."
The blonde vampire shook her head and went back to the task at hand. Tara was being ridiculous and needed a reminder. "That's not what you were saying when I had those pretty legs of yours at 10 and 2 last night. If memory serves me correctly, you weren't exactly capable of intelligible speech at the time."
Tara snorted and had she been human she might have blushed something serious as her own mind took a trip down memory lane and the events of last night bloomed in her thoughts. She shuddered against her own volition as the flashbacks flipped one after the other before her eyes and Pam chuckled softly as her progeny's sudden arousal flared through the bond. "Seems like someone's ready for round two," she murmured lasciviously, her cerulean blue gaze darkening with desire as they met twin pools of obsidian, "I'm just about finished with this."
But Tara shook her head with a crafty smile, "Oh naww baby," she drawled slowly, letting the words roll off her tongue like honey, "You got plans."
"I've got what?"
Seconds after the question had spilled from pale pink bee-stung lips, there was a sharp knock at the door and Bill Compton's progeny, Jessica entered the office.
"Hey ladies," the redhead gushed brightly, smiling so widely the overhead light glinted off of her teeth, "Ready to go?"
"Oh yeah," Tara said, getting to her feet, "She's more than ready."
Pam's brows furrowed then and a spark of annoyance shot through the bond as she stared back and forth between her progeny and Jessica. "Excuse me but can either of you enlighten me on where the fuck I'll be going exactly and why?"
Jessica's smile faltered just a bit at Pam's tone, "Didn't Tara tell you? She booked us appointments at Madame Minuit's. We're gonna be pampered!"
"The beauty parlor?" Pam deadpanned, her blue gaze flickering over to her Child who wasn't deterred in the slightest by her Maker's attitude.
"That's right honey. You know how exclusive Madame Minuit's is. The only vampire owned salon de beauté in the south."
"I'm so excited," Jessica chimed in, back to her own bubbly self seconds later, "Madame's been booked for months. I couldn't believe it when Tara called and told me the news!"
Tara shook her head trying to combat the laugh that begged to burst from her lips and gave her Maker a playful slap on the hand. "You two better go on and get."
Pam was more than a little suspicious as she reluctantly shut her laptop and rose from her desk. Mere moments ago her progeny was complaining about their actions in the bedroom, sending pulses of desire through the bond, and now Cheetoh was here to accompany her on a surprise hair appointment with one of the most exclusive beauty parlors in North America? Things certainly were not adding up in the slightest but she would play along.
For now.
Tara watched the retreating forms of her Maker and friend as they exited the club before springing into action. Pulling her phone from her back pocket she quickly typed up a text and hit send before grabbing her leather jacket and head out.
It was a quarter after nine and there was still so much to do to pull off her plans for the evening.