Dance with me
*A/N: I don't own True Blood or its characters.*
Pam watched over Fantasia in Eric's absence like every night during his visit to Dallas, Texas. She was itching for his return, so she could do something else other than sit in his throne and watch the blood bags dance. None of them picking her interest, yet.
She might have zooned out for a second due to boredom when all of the sudden the music changed from a popular song to a Spanish rap sounding song. Pam wasn't sure what that type of music that was but she didn't care and neither did the blood bags.
"You seem like someone with control, so dance with me?" a young woman asked her voice dipping with a thick Spanish accent.
Pam head snapped toward the young woman who spoke, Pam didn't need to be asked twice and used her vampire speed. She smiled up at Pam who stood a few inches taller than her due to heels. She turned around with her back against Pam's front, she grabbed Pam's hands and put them on her hips. They swayed to the music, Pam's grip tighten on the young woman's hips, pulling her closer to her cold body. Enjoying the warmth the radiated from the young woman grinding against her.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself," she said, chuckling when Pam growls near her ear.
"You have no idea how good you smell and would feel against me without these in our way," Pam ran her hands up and down her body making her shiver against Pam who ran her nose against the young woman's neck. Sun and coconuts. I wonder if she taste like she smells, Pam wondered.
"Ay que dulce but I need to leave," she said and pulled away from Pam who glared and tried to grab her but oddly she was faster.
Translation: Ay que dulce - Oh how sweet