Chapter One

It was a month after everybody had escaped the Authority, and whilst Billith was still on the loose, he'd remained quiet so far, so Pam thought she might as well keep Fangtasia up and running, and profitable for as long as she could.

Tara was slouched over the bar twiddling her thumbs. Fangtasia was dead. Absolutely dead, the news of Billith hadn't entered mainstream media yet, but the tension in the air was palpable in the vampire world. Vamps were in hiding lest they be assassinated, and the humans were soon falling out of love with the creatures of the night and were back to hating and fearing them.

So despite Pam's best intentions the bar had ground to a stop. The young vampire could feel Pam's frustration; she could hear her maker's feet incessant tapping as she grew restless in her office.

"Close the bar, it's dead tonight" Pam drawled, her dry tones wrapping like Tara like silk, she shivered with arousal.

"Fucking vamp hormones." Tara muttered to herself.

One month since their escape, one month since that kiss, and still Pam and Tara were no further along, Pam had reverted back to sass and attitude and there was next to nothing Tara could do to penetrate it, and believe me she'd tried.

There had been long moments in Pam's office where they'd gotten so close. They'd almost kissed but Pam would always pull back, she never gave in, never gave them a chance.

"Why? It's only 2 30, we've got a couple of hours yet..." She called out.

"Dammit Tara, we've barely had twenty customers in the last three nights, do as I say." Pam shouted.

Tara huffed. In an instant Pam appeared next to her, a hand softly trailing down her back. "Or don't you want to have any fun tonight?" She purred in Tara's ear.

Tara smiled shyly... "You mean...?" She looked her maker up and down, not daring to hope that maybe this time, they might… She took in the rose silk corset sculpting Pam's frame, pushing her tits up and on display. Tara couldn't help but lick her lips, her eyes lay fixed on the prize.

Pam laughed, amused by her progeny and the power she had over her, and finally she new. This is what she'd wanted along, she just needed the time; she needed time to thaw out. She was terrified of letting her guard down, but she'd been doing it brick by brick, now suddenly she didn't feel so vulnerable anymore. She felt empowered.

Pam nodded, and leant in close, until her chest was pushed up right against Tara's. Her eyes bore into the younger vampire's letting all her desire show, sharing it through the bond; she didn't want to play around. Pam wanted to fuck, and she wanted to fuck now. But not here… Just as Tara was getting used to the position, letting her hands roam round Pam's back up to her neck down, down, down, until she held her maker's glorious buttocks in her hands, moulding them. Pam moaned before she spoke.

"You have two minutes to close up before I…" And she left it there before smirking, as Tara released her hold and became a blur as she cleaned tables and rearranged chairs.

When she was finished it was all Tara could do to keep still and not find Pam and pounce. But she waited.

And she waited.

Her maker had gone quiet on her, but she'd given no word. So Tara waited some more, not wanting to ruin the potential opportunity to … And Tara was off in her own little world thinking of all the things she would do for and to her maker if she only gave her the chance. But she was losing her patience there were only a few hours until dawn.

"Hey Pam" Tara called out, "Are we doing this or…"

Pam appeared in a blur, laying her luscious lips over Tara's to quiet her. Just as Tara sank into the kiss, Pam pulled back, she lifted her progeny in her arms, and together they sped out of the club and into the night.

Tara tried to take in what was happening but every time she tried to focus her vision she felt nauseous she closed her eyes and leant into Pam's arms trusting that she would keep her safe. And she did.

Pam came to a stop by a beach house; waves were softly crashing not a hundred yards away, and the sea air although unnecessary to them was still invigorating.

Pam set Tara down on wobbly legs, Tara immediately put her hands on her knees bending over as waves of sickness passed over her as her insides tried to realign themselves.

Pam put a soothing hand on her back and rubbed softly calming her progeny down.

"Sorry, I should have warned you."

"Nah, it's alright, gotta learn sometime right?" Tara stood up to her full height, looking at her maker with doughy eyes. What did Pam have in store? She could only guess...

"You ever gone skinny dipping before?" Pam drawled eyebrows at full height as she smirked suggestively, checking Tara out.

"Well... once, back when..." Tara smiled, the she thought of Eggs and the smile faded. She swallowed. "A while back..." She was about to continue but Pam was already stripping her down. Blouse, pants underwear all gone in a couple of seconds.

Suddenly she was butt naked in the middle of the beach, and cursory look around assured her that they were quite alone. She looked at her maker, smiling, as she felt her appraising her figure.

"Like what you see? You can touch you know? I'm yours after all." Tara finished shyly, she felt so vulnerable offering herself to her maker like this.

"Soon, I promise." Pam replied softly. In a second she was nude too. "I'll race you baby." As Pam made to go, Tara caught her wrist, meaning to catch her maker before she flew off again, but as soon as skin touched skin both vampires sighed and smiled shyly. Tara took a moment before she continued.

"A normal race, don't go all vamp speed on me." Tara looked at Pam's who's eyes were fixed on her tits her look predatory her eyes positively gleaming.

"Uh uh." Pam agreed absently. Tara just laughed, started running. Using her makers distraction to her advantage she sprinted down the beach, loving the cool salty air on her skin, she felt free. For the first time in a long time, Tara felt liberated.

A quick look behind her assured Tara that her maker was following, although her gaze had now relocated to her ass. The predatory gaze was almost frightening, but so empowering. Tara just laughed and held her gait until the waves were crashing around her legs.

"Motherfucker! That's cold." She squealed as she lost her footing in the sand and fell in the water, she flailed for a moment and once the shock wore off, she was happily paddling in the water.

"Tara you're a vampire suck it up." Pam drawled, trying in vein to tidy her mass of hair that had gotten ridiculously tangled in five seconds.

"Fuck it." She scowled, giving up on her mane. She waded graciously through the water until she found her progeny. Pam took her in her arms and carried her out to sea until the water was at her waist. She was so quite Tara was at a loss, still never sure how to read her maker; she just stared at her in disbelief that her maker would ever do something so romantic. Tara rested her head on Pam's shoulder leaving delicate kissed on her throat and collarbones. Pam moaned softly in response, a soft smile kissing her lips. Then she stood still in the water.

"One, two," She smirked, Tara panicked.

"What the fuck?"

"Three!" Pam let go, dropping Tara into the water and laughed as her progeny gasped and coughed out water, flailing around, trying to find the seabed.

"Fuck you Pam." She yelled, but there was no malice in her voice, just a sadistic smile as she gathered her maker up and easily dropped her in the water too.

TBC

A/N This is my first attempt at any kind of fanfiction, so any and all opinions are welcome as to how I can improve it.