There will be spoilers.
Rated Mature.
I obviously don't own True Blood.
If Tara never left Bon Temps after Alcide showed up.
Not A Word
She was standing in the hallway bathroom; examining her toned slim body in the mirror. One side, then the other side; lift hair and repeat. Tara Thorton was proud of her form, but there were times when she hid it under the heaviness of an over-sized t-shirt and jeans. Usually this feeling of embarrassment was brought on by Jason's jokes about her resembling a UFC fighter. The latest one caused her to flinch and think, 'Damn Jason...did you just compare me to Randy Couture?'
Sookie would never laugh at the quips. She knew Tara didn't want Jason to think of her as his little sister's tomboy friend.
Lettie Mae was blamed for Tara's lack of femininity. The elder Thorton didn't teach her daughter how to be a lady; she taught her how to make the perfect Umbrella Man Special. Lettie Mae had been drunk and abusive throughout her life. If it wasn't for Sookie's grandmother, Tara would had never made it to 26. That's how she ended up living in the Stackhouse's home; and she was grateful for their kindness, but sometimes Tara was afraid of staying there alone.
Death penetrated and surrounded the dwelling.
She turned sideways looking at her profile. Tara's hands combed through her long braids, twisting them and holding them atop her head. Arms raised, her shirt lifted a bit around the small pudge of her belly. It was a hand me down from Sookie, like most of her cute clothes. It was a short sleeve, beige, button down, with a butterfly collar. She sighed and turned again.
"Both sides look good"
Tara jumped, dropping her braids, and twirling to face the door. Alcide stood at the bathroom entrance grinning; his arms folded across his broad firm chest. How can someone so big, be so damn quiet?, she wondered recovering from her fright. He wore a pair of old, faded, straight legged blue jeans, with a red plaid shirt, and hiking boots. Head cocked to the side, Tara's eyes boldly explored his form.
"Anyone ever tell you, you look like the Brawny man?" she asked. He chuckled, in turn, bringing a smile to her face. He had been spending a lot of time at the house, helping her and Sookie with repairs, and hanging out. He would come over, ask how she was doing, and then ask about Sookie only to find out she wasn't off of work yet, and Tara would invite him in. They would have a beer or two and watch TV. She remembered one night in particular that he came over and stayed after Sookie went to bed. They talked for hours.
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"So what the fuck is up with that Debbie chick?" Tara asked. Alcide snorted, and coughed laughing.
"Don't make me laugh while I drink! It'll come through my nose" he chuckled. Tara snickered and leaned over the railing of the front porch. She enjoyed his company. Both of them had troubles. And when she was alone, she felt consumed by her dark thoughts. Alcide's presence made it easier to laugh and joke about her problems.
"Are you gon tell me?" she asked turning her head his way. He was leaning against the railing with her, looking down into her eyes.
"Yea...only if you talk to me about Eggs..." he said. Tara turned away from his powerful gaze, and allowed her eyes to settle on a near-by bush.
"I had never experienced love with a man, the way I did with Eggs... Usually it was one sided. I didn't have to ask him to love me; he just did... I was pissed when I found out Mary-Anne was a…a..."
"Demon?" he asked. He heard stories of her, but only bits and pieces.
"Whatever that bitch was, she was evil" she huffed "But if she hadn't of come to town, I never would have met him...He would also probably still be alive..." she mumbled. There was a brief silence.
"Let's think of it this way" he said slowly" All those moments led you here...to me"
Tara smiled and stood up straight, "Boy you really got a big head, don't you" she said with a hand on her hip.
"No. I only said that because I wanted you to laugh" he said smiling. Tara rolled her eyes, trying to hide her nervousness with her attitude.
"Yea alright. Now tell me about Debbie" she said. Alcide shrugged.
"She wanted children, but I was afraid of bringing a pup into the world" he said simply " Any type of shape-shifter lives a hard life. We aren't exactly human...and when we are young it's hard to control the change... I didn't want to have a child that would suffer the way I did..."
"You 'didn't'?" she asked. He laughed.
"Oh you caught that, did you?" he commented drinking the last of his beer. She waited for him to continue. "Debbie is wild. And although I loved her, I don't think she would have been able to properly care for a pup. She wasn't ready and still isn't from what I saw in Mississippi..." A frown darkened his features at the thought of her running around with Cooter drinking vampire blood. "She's definitely not ready to be a mother. I was thinking, that I do want pups. But with the right woman"
"Amen to that!" Tara exclaimed, trying to cheer him up. Alcide looked at her confused. She planned on saying something witty, but she was lost after 'Amen to that!'
She cleared her throat and tried to finish in an encouraging manner.
"Isn't that what we all want though? " she continued a bit lost " Pups with the right woman...?"
He stared at her, face slightly contorted.
She decided to conclude her disastrous train wreck of a cheerer upper with her last statement, promising herself never to become a comedian.
A second went by before Alcide finally burst into laughter, complete with snorts. Tara smacked her lips looking away from him. He had tried to make her uncomfortable on purpose. He wiped his eyes putting an arm around her shoulder.
" You know, you crack me up Tara Thorton " he said still chuckling. She pushed his arm off and walked back into the house. He shook his head with a smile, and followed.
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She felt like she could call him a friend...almost. She was still having trouble getting over the death of Eggs, but a man that she found as attractive as Alcide wasn't going to walk by her unnoticed. And then there was Sookie. Tara knew he was attracted to her. And if her best friend liked him back, she wasn't going to get in the way of that. She felt that even a werewolf was better than a corpse. With that thought her smile dimmed. Alcide noticed, but before he could ask what was troubling her, she continued to talk.
"Sookie ain't here, ya know" trying to make her voice sound normal. She was a bit jealous of the attention her best friend received, but she didn't hate her for it. She admired her.
"Yeah, I know…she called me asked for me to check up on you" he said gently. He didn't know why her mood changed suddenly, but he did know that the information he was about to tell her would not make it better. "She is spending the night at Bill's. He-"
"WHAT?" Tara exclaimed. She pushed past him without a second thought and headed for the stairs.
"Tara, she said she don't want you to worry" Alcide said following her. She grabbed her car keys off the top of the fridge and turned to face him once she reached the front entrance.
"Yea, that's why she didn't tell me herself. 'Cause she didn't want me to worry" she huffed and opened the door to leave. Alcide pushed it closed and Tara turned around to glare at him. The panic was rising to her throat. "You're fuckin' silly thinking you can hold me here" she shoved him, but he remained in place "And I thought you liked Sookie. Why would you let her go by that assholes place after what he did to her?"
Alcide leaned forward. "You think I like this?" He gave her a few seconds to respond, because he truly wanted to know. Tara was insinuating that he had put Sookie in danger. Her only response was a scowl; he continued.
"She is a grown woman. We cannot MAKE her do what we want. And yeah I was attracted to Sookie, but she obviously loves that vampire, and I'm satisfied with her friendship. I don't want anything else from her anymore..." Alcide stared intensely at Tara a few seconds more before standing up straight. He had lost his patience for a moment. He was worried about Sookie too, but he recognized the look in her eye, and the change of her body language when anyone said Bill's name. He sighed, removing his hand from up against the door. "I made peace with Sookie's feelings for Bill soon after we rescued his ass…can't you see how much they care for each other?"
Tara didn't want to say yes, and she knew she didn't have to. "What-the fuck-ever" she growled walking towards the kitchen. Alcide stood in the same spot watching her, with a bit of relief. "You want a beer?" she called out. He walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. Tara pulled out two Abita Golden's from the fridge, and sat with him. They drank in silence. Both of them wondering what Sookie was doing. It was almost 9:30 pm. Half way through her drink she placed it on the table and leaned back in her chair. Her hands played with the bottle cap, spinning it around.
"You know this is fuckin' pathetic" she stated.
Alcide's eyes refocused and looked at her. He knew what she meant.
"We are alive. Why are we sitting up in this house worrying about a person who is out doing something that makes her happy?" Tara asked.
"Because we care about her" Alcide stated simply looking down.
"Well duh, yea. But don't you think she wants us to be happy too? You said so yourself earlier that she doesn't want me to worry...I'm sure she doesn't want you to worry either.."
Alcide nodded in agreement taking another swing of beer, and looked straight ahead. Tara stared at him. He is so sexy, she thought. Her mind began to imagine what it was like spending the night with him in Mississippi, like Sookie did. Must have been nice...She wasn't aware that she was staring hard until he chuckled, bringing her out of her trance. She blinked a few times looking away and folded her arms across her chest embarrassed.
She smacked her lips "Don't get a big head" she said.
He smirked and finished off his bottle. He laid it down against the table. "Wanna play spin the bottle?"
Tara failed at holding in the girlish giggle that escaped her lips at his question. "With just the two of us?"
Alcide looked around the empty kitchen, and Tara grinned. "Boy you are sum'n else" she said grabbing his bottle and hers. She dropped them into the recycling bin.
"You wanna watch some TV?" she asked.
His body feels great, Tara thought slowly awakening, I missed being held like this...
Her eyes snapped open, but she didn't move. She knew where she was, and who was holding her. Somehow Tara had ended up lying on Alcide's chest. She slowly sat up, not wanting to disturb him. She climbed off of the couch and quietly walked upstairs to the linen closet to retrieve a blanket for him. Her hands stilled on the closet door. She smiled. He felt, and smelled so good. She felt like a young school girl with a crush. She frowned. But it could never be more than that. Grabbing the blanket from the closet, she walked back down the stairs. Alcide was standing and stretching his arms up and behind his head.
"How long was I out?" he asked bringing his arms back down and staring at her.
She shrugged. She hadn't bothered checking the time. The time of day mattered less and less to her the more she hung around supernaturals. He looked at the blankets in her hand and smiled.
"Are we gon have a slumber party?" he asked with a chuckle.
"If you want to...we can" she said trying to look nonchalant. He raised an eyebrow, staring at her, as she stared at the floor.
"Well, shouldn't we be in your bedroom then?" he asked smoothly.
Tara had ran out of sassy remarks. Could he possibly...? She wanted this, but didn't want to ask for it. She wanted him to go to her. She wanted to feel desired. Tara began to worry. What if he is only using me as a substitute for Sookie?...
Alcide was having trouble reading her. Many different emotions passed over her face before it went blank. But he knew what he wanted...
He walked up to her and placed a hand on the small of her back "After you"
Alcide closed and locked the door just in case Sookie came home early, or her brother Jason showed up. He didn't approve of Sookie spending the night at Bills, but he happily used the excuse to be alone with Tara. He didn't believe it would go this far. She sat at the edge of the bed, slouched over a bit, and looking at the floor. He wondered if she knew how beautiful she was. He walked towards her, taking off his shirt in the process. After dropping it on the floor, he kneeled down in front of her. She looked nervous. His hands swept her braids off of her shoulders. He leaned forward and buried his nose into her neck.
Tara shivered and sighed softly. His nose and lips ran down the length of her neck. Not kissing. Just touching. Being a werewolf gave him heightened senses, and he loved Tara's scent and texture. His fingers slowly caressed her arms, from her shoulders to the tips of her fingers and back. He did this a few times before firmly grasping her waist and lifting her up and gently laying her back on the bed. He had just gotten started, but he knew by the look on her face that she was completely turned on. He leaned forward framing her head with his hands, and nuzzled her forehead with his nose. She giggled and he smirked.
"You think something's funny?" he asked.
"Maybe" she said. Her hands went up his arms and down his chest. His cock twitched in his jeans as she began to draw invisible scribbles leisurely along his waist line. Her other hand was unbuttoning his pants. He kissed her cheeks, while making quick work of her shirt. She stopped what she was doing to sit up a bit, fling the shirt to the floor, and flop back down. Her bra was simple and blue. Alcide kissed the rising crest of her breast and collarbone while sliding down her pants. When he had them off, he removed his own, and sat up gazing down at her. After a while, Tara looked away.
Damn Alcide, you sure know how to make a girl feel self conscious, she thought. He leaned back down and finally kissed her lips. He trembled slightly and hoped she didn't notice. His arms encircled her body and held her firmly removing her bra. Tara breathed softly into his mouth as his tongue played with hers. His tongue slid out her mouth, down her neck, and onto her breasts. She moaned rubbing her hands along his strapping shoulders. He worked his way lower until he was right over her panty-line.
"Mmm...look at that..." she heard him mumble. He hooked his finger around one edge and began to drag the panties down her leg. She wiggled uncomfortably as she felt the wet trail the panties made. Alcide licked up the trail, all the way to her heat. Tara made a high pitched squeak in the back of her throat, causing his gaze to once again travel to her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her arms were covering her breasts.
"Stop that...and open your eyes" he said. She cautiously opened them. "I want you to watch me" he said "And your body is perfect...I've never been with a woman as… physically fit as you. It's very nice. So don be ashamed or nervous about anything" She looked away again.
His hand grasped her chin bringing her eyes to meet his. "Do not be ashamed, okay? You're beautiful...fucking sexy" he groaned letting his eyes roam down her body and back up. She throbbed for him.
"Watch me" he whispered placing a kiss on her lips. He traveled back to her moist center and spread her legs. His hard hands stroked her inner thigh while placing kisses on her pelvis. She was trimmed and neat.
"You knew you were gon get fucked tonight...didn't you?"
Her skin blazed at his words. She had never heard him talk like that. Even in her fantasies he didn't cuss. His tongue played with the outside of her folds. They were light strokes, but the softest caress made her drip and moan.
He used his thumbs to part her and slide his tongue inside.
"Whaa..." she sighed. He stared up at her as he then slid his tongue out, and up to stimulate her clit. "Whoa...whaa!" she gasped. He pumped one thick finger inside of her while working her clit. OH...! Oh wow, she thought. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. He couldn't help but to groan. If she's this tight on my finger...
He pressed his crotch into the bed trying to relieve some of the tension in his dick. He stopped fingering her and started to lick her silly.
Shit! You're fucking good at this! It was becoming harder for her to think straight. His tongue was large and powerful. She grabbed his hair, pulling his head closer to grind against his face. She felt the stirrings in her belly. They began to spread throughout her body. Alcide held her down with one hand, while the other squeezed her breasts. She trembled and clasped her legs around his head as her orgasm shook her. Alcide remained where he was until she calmed a little. Her body twitched as his beard scraped against her sensitive pussy.
"You killed me" she said yawning "I'm dead". Alcide chuckled and placed his mouth on hers. The kiss was extra wet, from previous activities. She kissed back fully, no longer feeling nervous or shy. He rolled off of her and onto his side. He propped his elbow up and leaned his head on his fist.
"That wouldn't be too kind of you to fall asleep on me... Not after I provided you with the best lick'n you've ever had"
Tara snorted and rolled onto her stomach. It was the best, she thought to herself.
She smiled into her pillow when she felt his hand on her lower back.
Tara tried not to wince as Alcide rocked into her. She had never felt so stretched before. He held himself over her as he rolled his hips sensually. "You okay?" he huffed; he couldn't be fully satisfied if she wasn't. She nodded, but her face said otherwise. He sat up, and lifted her so her arms wrapped around his neck, and flipped them over.
"Ride me" he demanded once he was beneath her. She trembled bracing herself on his chest. She raised an inch or so on his cock and plopped back down.
"Oooh" they both gasped. Alcide watched her. He wondered how a woman with a tight little body like her's, wasn't getting any attention. Tara's eyes were squinted and glazed. She chewed her lip in concentration. 'So beautiful...'
"Kiss me" he said. She leaned down and their lips met. His heart beat increased. Her mouth was so soft. He sighed to himself as he raised his hands to the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. 'You feel so damn good' he wanted to say. He kissed her cheeks and eyelids. She rode him slowly. The sound of wet flesh echoed in the room as she continued to rise and fall onto his lap. She almost ended him when she began to grind.
"Ugh-Fuck!" he groaned. She began to grind faster. She was very close. Alcide firmly grasped her hips, and raised his pelvis to meet hers. She squeaked feeling her body raise off of the bed. He bent his knees biting his bottom lip and began to pound up into her. Tara gasped holding onto his arms.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" she gasped. She didn't know a dick could ever feel so good.
She was about to rub her clit to speed up the process, but Alcide gripped her wrists tightly holding them down to her sides, and began to pound harder. She trembled and threw her head back. "AH!" she cried out as she climaxed; and almost fell off of his lap and the bed.
He pulled out of her and laid her beside him. The very satisfied Tara Thorton placed her head on Alcide's chest, as he removed the condom and stroked himself. She kissed his lips and rubbed her hands down his body. Seconds later, he grunted and jerked up into his hand. Tara watched as his copious seed leaped up on his abs, dripped down the head of his cock, onto his hand.
"Ohhhhh...Mmm" he breathed, stroking the rest of the cum out. Her eyes widened at the sight.
"Wow" she said once he finished. Alcide gazed at her with heavy eyes and a lazy smile. He was exhausted, and his thighs were aching. "I'll go get a towel" she said and turned to get out of bed. But as soon as her feet hit the ground her knees buckled. He sat up.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She started to laugh while she regained her balance.
"Yeah, no thanks to you" she laughed rubbing her legs. He smirked and laid back down. One hand still wrapped around his cock while the other rested behind his head.
"That's an ego boost" he said. She smiled rolling her eyes and tried to walk correctly out of the room. She returned with a warm, wet, wash cloth. He reached for it, but she slapped his hand away. He snorted and leaned back on one hand watching her clean him. She cleaned his abs and his hand first. Then, she gently cleaned his cock, which sprang back to life after her ministrations. His eyes never left her as she took care of him. He had never seen her be so gentle. When she finished she smiled and went into the bathroom to rinse the towel. She was gone for almost 20 minutes. Right before he decided to get out of bed and look for her, she peeked into the room. He was sitting up, with his back against the headboard. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"I thought you were gon leave" she explained. He motioned for her to sit on the bed, which she thought was silly for a moment because it was her room. She walked in and closed the door behind her.
"I ain't very good with the aftermath..." she admitted as she sat beside him. He chuckled.
"Ooohhhss... Yea, I can see that" he said smiling. Tara let out a short laugh. She was happy that he understood.
"We should probably clean up before Sookie gets back" she said looking around the room. It smelled like sex, and their clothes were everywhere. Alcide nodded in agreement but did not move to get up. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest.
"Let's do that later" he said kissing her neck and pulling the blankets around them both. She yawned.
"Sookie's gon to be back soon-"
"Shhh. Let's just sleep. We'll handle everything when the sun comes up" he said. Tara nodded enjoying the feeling of his arms around her.