A/N: First things first, since a picture is worth a thousand words, and fortunately, Les Jolies Eaux is a real life place (though it certainly doesn't look that way - in a good way, of course :P), this story might be that much more enjoyable if you take a look at the setting: mustique - island villa / les _ jolies _ eaux (remove spaces).
This story's title and the title for Chapter 2 were inspired by lyrics from a song called "You Stepped Out Of A Dream" by Nat King Cole, part of which I've included in the last chapter. Thank you so very much for the suggestion, Lady Dudley, you're a genius! :D
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Pam lounged in the warm, expansive outdoor pool, its vanishing edge appearing to stretch out infinitely into the Caribbean Sea which surrounded the clifftop villa she and Eric currently resided in. A dark-skinned beauty was wrapped in her arms, resting against her languidly as Pam fed from the girl's neck.
Pam lifted her head, inhaling the fragrant, tropical evening air deeply, savoring the way the scents in the air mixed with the sweet, rich blood that now coated her mouth. Looking up at Eric, who was stretched out in a chaise lounge on the patio behind her and regarding her current activity with a mixture of amusement and pride, she smiled at him brightly.
"There's nothing that compares to this view, Eric, wouldn't you agree?" she asked.
"I can think of a view I appreciate far more," he insinuated lasciviously.
"The fauna has yet to disappoint, too," she added smugly, "everyone here is just so delicious!"
"Well, I'm happy that you're enjoying all that the island has to offer you, dear one, but I think it might be time for you to allow our lovely guest to retire for the evening," he suggested, "and it's about time for you to come out of that pool - it's not well advised to swim on a full stomach." He gave her a level look as she pouted her mouth out disputatiously.
"Fine," she grumbled, then addressed her dinner graciously, "Estella, sweetheart, Eric has turned into a grumpy old man, so please be a doll and show yourself out. We can play some more tomorrow evening."
The girl stared up at Pam through glassy eyes and responded sleepily, "Mm hmm..." then she climbed out of the pool and wandered off toward the open villa behind the patio to find her way home.
"Oh, come on now, Pam, you're perfectly sated, there's no reason to keep that girl up so late," Eric said to her with mild reproach, still lounging in the chair with his hands tucked behind his head, his muscled arms and chest proudly on display in the bright moonlight.
"I'm not perfectly sated. I was having a perfectly good time until you decided to be a perfectly rude killjoy," Pam stuck her tongue out at him, then pretended to pout as she climbed from the pool and blotted the excess water from her bathing suit, tying a sarong loosely around her waist before plopping unceremoniously into a lounge next to Eric's.
Eric smiled in spite of himself and said slyly, "You're right: I don't believe that you are 'perfectly sated.'"
In a flash, they were both up and racing around the patio and throughout the house at vampire speed, giggling rollickingly at the sudden rush provided by the impromptu game of chase.
Pam got the slightest lead on Eric only because of the obvious lust that poured through their bond the instant he spoke.
It didn't last long.