AN: Thank you to all who reviewed! I loved the suggestions I got as for where to take this story so I'll try to incorporate as many as possible along the way. I'm not sure how long this story will be yet but its starting to come together in my head and I'm picturing probably ten chapters at the least so we'll see. I'll still be mostly playing it by ear though so don't hesitate to leave your thoughts or even request more of certain characters at certain points etc. This chapter is again mainly Bill and Pam but with a little bit of Eric - I think I'll bring Sookie back either in the next chapter or in the one after and then she and Eric will feature more and things will start to pick up and be more..chaotic? idk. Shit will start going down around chapter 4 basically and then continue from that. Also : apologies for the super long authors notes, I tend to babble - again sorry lol Enjoy! Xox

When Pam had boasted earlier about this being the best sex he'd ever had, Bill had thought it just that. A well delivered boast and a testament to her inflated ego. But, Oh how true it had turned out to be. Perhaps the southern King had underestimated her abilities, after all, she once did this for a living. But after the night they'd had, the brunette was certain he would never underestimate her ability to do anything ever again.

He lay there spent and more satisfied than he'd ever felt in his life as he watched her curse under her breath as she tried to find her clothes in amongst the mess they'd made of his room. The place looked like a disaster zone, broken furniture pieces thrown every which way, their contents littering the floor, evidence of the nights events. It was only then, in the aftermath that they realised they'd been going at it for hours; the better part of the night in fact, and now the blonde was in a hurry to find all her shit before the sun came up in a few minutes.

"Compton, you mind gettin your eyes of my ass for a minute and helping me find my bra so I can get the fuck out of here?" She sighed, straightening up to her full height with more confidence than anyone he'd ever met while standing before him completely naked. Bill had the decency to at least look embarrassed that he'd been caught staring at her shapely rear but the smirk she offered in response let him know she didn't really mind.

"Pam, the sun is already rising. It seems foolish to risk leaving now. You should go to ground here" With me. Was what he left unspoken, unsure whether she'd welcome the idea if voiced out loud. "And you can run off as soon as the sun goes down." The brunette added quickly, not wanting to appear as if he were trying to keep her there longer than strictly necessary.

The blonde considers his offer for a long moment, regarding him silently as she does so, as if weighing up her options. Unnerved by her lack of an answer, Bill opened his mouth to offer her her own room for the night, chastising himself internally for not doing so to start with, when finally, she agrees. "Fine. But stay on your side, I'm not into that whole cuddling crap." She warned, dropping back into the bed beside him. His eyes met hers and he could hardly stifle a laugh as he raised his hands in surrender.

"I wouldn't dare dream of it" he promised before they both died for the day.

Jessica, having come in not long after the sun had set, her make-up smudged and cocktail dress from the previous night worn hap-hazardously telling how quickly she'd thrown it back on before running home. Starting the night in such a way had become a habit for her in recent weeks as she explored her wild side, something she'd been shamed for numerous times by all the people she used to think cared about what made her happy. Her biggest support since she decided to find herself or whatever had been a woman she thought hated her. Pam was the last person Jess ever thought she'd be able to call a friend but in the last few months she'd been like a mentor of sorts. But If she was honest with herself, the redhead knew it went back much further than that. The older vamp had been watching over her, albeit reluctantly, since her making and had taught her even more about being a vampire than Bill had, and just as he had become like a father to her, Pamela was like a snarky older sister.

One she wasn't expecting to see tangled in her makers embrace, looking more peaceful than she'd ever seen with her head rested against his chest. The King's young progeny had come to check in on him before heading to her own room, as had become a normal part of her routine since moving back in. Though there was nothing normal or routine about finding him sleeping with his arm wrapped possessively around her blonde friends shoulders.

Her eyes were comically wide as the image of Bill and Pam lying naked together was seared into her mind forever. Closing the door as quietly as possible she backed away carefully as she tried to process what this meant and how she felt about it.

Unfortunately she wasn't so quiet in closing her own door.

Instantly springing apart ready to face whatever had awoken them, relaxing when they heard the familiar sounds of unbearable pop music fill the silence and deduced the intruder was none other than Cheeto head. It took the once enemies a moment to even process how they'd been positioned when they woke up, if vampires blushed they both would've been red as hell when it finally dawned on them.

"I didn't take you for a rule breaker, Compton" she snarked weakly, if only to throw off suspicion that she hadn't actually minded waking up in his arms as much as she thought she would. Contrary to popular belief, Pam didn't wake up the stone cold bitch everyone knew and some found a way to love. It usually took her a minute or two to put her armour in place, and for those first few moments after waking, the blonde had the potential to be almost..sentimental. Or as close to that as Pam could be.

"What makes you so certain it was me who broke your rule?" he teased in return, to which Pam responded with a feigned expression of disgust "Trust me. Even unconscious, I'd know better."

Seeing through her act for what it was, Bill merely chuckled "Whatever you say, Pamela."

Not liking his knowing smirk or the fact that he seemed to be able to read her with ease the blonde got dressed in vamp speed, giving little thought to her missing bra. "I gotta split." She announced, putting her heels on before fixing her hair a little in the mirror by the door. "If I'm gone much longer some incompetent will probably fucking burn down my bar trying to pour a shot" Pam offered with a slight smirk, though she didn't know why she felt the need to explain herself.

"Duty calls." He replied with a smirk of his own, though if she didn't know any better she'd have thought he was disappointed to see her go. "Well you'd know a little about that wouldn't you, your majesty." She replied, unable to resist a final jab before speeding off

"You're welcome here any time, Pamela!" He called after her loud enough that Jessica overheard even with her music blasting. This day was feeling more and more like she'd stepped into the twilight zone.

Walking into Fangtasia a few hours later than she usually would, Pam was pleased to find the place was busy. Even more so to see that Eric looked frazzled, though she didn't bother sparing him a glance as she made her way over to her desk, set on doing the recites.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" The former viking growled as he sped from his throne into the office, slamming the door behind him as he invaded her personal space. "You noticed? Impressive" She replied disinterested, not even batting an eyelash at his obvious anger. After all getting a reaction out of him had been the plan all along, if she let on to him that that was the reason behind her behaviour, all would be for not. No, she would keep this going for as long as she could, weeks, months maybe, giving him as little information as possible until all he could think about was what the fuck she was doing when she wasn't was with him. Until she was once again the object of his obsessions, and all was how it should be. Then they could leave Sookie and Bill and all the other morons behind them forever.

"Cut the crap, Pam. I don't have time for your bullshit." Which was exactly the problem. He used to have all the time in the world for his progeny and now even a few moments was too much for him. "You're supposed to be here making sure things run smoothly. It's not like I'm asking a lot of you." He went on irritably, marching around to the desk and waving a messy stack of recites in her face to emphasis his point.

"Well I'm here now" She replied with an eye roll, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited rather patiently to finish his rant and fuck off. "Where did you go to ground?" He demanded after a moment, frustrated with her distant attitude, having become used to her attempts to latch onto any scrap of attention he gave her in the last year or so. The return of her cool demeanour was throwing him off a little.

"In the home of the very hospitable brunette I was with last night" Pam replied vaguely with a slight shrug and her trademark sultry smirk.

"Ahh, Är hon söt?" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he walked towards her, having softened considerably.

"Har du någonsin känt mig att ta en älskare som inte var ?" She replied, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, pleased to see his playful side returned even for a short while.

Shaking his head at her antics, he chuckled slightly before taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead softly. "Get to work." The tall blond demanded, this time softer before making his way back to his throne.

It was much later that night that Pam's relatively decent mood brought on by great sex with Bill and what had been her first decent conversation with Eric - If you could really call it that - in over a week, was beginning to wear off. The result of a few idiot fang bangers who dared touch her as she made her rounds, when suddenly her phone lit up with a text.

'Fangtasia didn't burn to the ground in your absence, I assume?'

Pam breathed out a single chuckle as she looked at the unfamiliar number, though it didn't take a genius to figure out the sender. Her fingers moving at twice the speed of a humans, she typed out her reply in a few seconds, pausing a moment before hitting send.

'I don't remember giving you my phone number'

Smiling at her fast reply, he opened the message eagerly as he leaned back at his desk. With an amused smirk he chastised himself for expecting anything less than the snark he received.

'You didn't. But as King, it wasn't hard to obtain'

The blonde rolled her eyes at his reply. She could practically feel the smugness radiating through her phone to the point where it was almost palpable in the air. Cocky bastard, she thought to herself in amusement.

'Abusing your power, my King? How very gentlemanly of you'

If he didn't know she was joking, he would've been offended. Though he had to admit, having his assistant track down her contact information wasn't the most ethical move. But he had justified it to himself enough not to let it bother him.

'It's not an abuse if my intentions are pure.'

She actually laughed out loud at that one, claiming pure intentions? Really? As far as she could tell so far the only thing pure about it was his desperation. Pouring drinks with one hand, she used the other to type a quick response before putting her phone back in her pocket.

'Is that so, your Majesty?'

He could picture her little smirk perfectly as he read it. A smirk that, much like her plump lips, her crystal blue eyes he was beginning to grow rather fond of. Before their recent encounter he'd never really given her much thought, but now that he had, he couldn't deny she was quite beautiful. Pam had an elegance about her, even when she was swearing like a sailor, which to be fair was the majority of the time, that he couldn't help but be drawn in by. So, in the same way he justified it to himself, he justified his actions to her, though he knew the blonde could care less.

'Indeed it is, Ms de Beaufort. I had to know if I should be expecting a homicidal Eric Northman bursting through my doors at any moment so I could warn my guard staff'

Rolling her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night, she shook her head at his excuse, ignoring some idiot fang bangers request for a rum and coke as she replied.

'You can tell your blood bag army to relax. You're safe from the vikings wrath - for now at least.'

Huh. He had thought Eric's reaction would've been the talk of the town, he'd even given most of his human staff the night off in preparation. He couldn't have stopped caring that much. Unless -

'You didn't tell him?'

Observant. She mused silently.

'I told him I was with a brunette.'

A fine description he supposed, though part of him hoped there had been a few more adjectives utilised that she was leaving out now.

'..and?'

'He assumed you were a woman.'

At this Bill was genuinely confused. Wasn't telling Eric the entire point of sleeping with him? Was that not what she wanted? Perhaps there was more to it than he was aware.

'You didn't think to correct him?'

Honestly, sometimes she wondered if he had even half a brain. Did he think she was going to walk in and announce what they did? Fuck no. For one, he probably wouldn't believe her and two his reaction wouldn't be half as extreme as if he found out by himself and thought she'd been hiding it from him because it meant something to her.

'He'll figure it out eventually.'

So she was playing a long game then. Bill realised, finally starting to figure out where she was going with this plan of hers. Suppressing a smile as another realisation hit him, he responded once more.

'Eventually? May I deduce then that last night was not the end of our relationship?'

Panicking for a second, her response came through within moments of his. Pam didn't want him thinking more of the situation than what it was. They were..fuck buddies at best, they weren't - nor would they ever be any more than that. She didn't think Bill wanted her that way anyway, but he did like to think himself a gentleman and she didn't want him getting any ideas about courting, doing right by her or any of that other crap he'd clung to like a vice from the principles he'd believed as a human.

'This isn't a relationship. We're not dating.'

Bill took a while to text back after that. Letting her response sit with him for a while. Trying to understand the disappointment he felt. He had only been teasing but her flat out rejection of the idea had left him with a strange feeling he didn't much like. Still, he told himself to take what he could get. If all she wanted was sex, well like she'd said, he was getting the better end of the deal and he wasn't going to complain.

'Understood. Can I call on you tomorrow night?'

A relieved sigh left her lips as she smirked down at her phone, wondering if the slightly older vamp was ever going to realise they were in the 21st century.

'You can expect me at your hillbilly castle some time after 10, your majesty.'

Laughing at her ever entertaining wit, Bill decided to tease her in return, as was quickly becoming a habit between them.

'It's a date.'

Är hon söt? — Is she pretty?

Har du någonsin känt mig att ta en älskare som inte var ? — Have you ever known me to take a lover that wasn't?

* I don't know if you noticed before but I forgot to mention last chapter - I fucked with Jessica's time line a bit so in this she dumped Hoyt like lets say two months before all this started going down. Timeline wise their may be a few more differences like that I hope you don't mind - also I'm pretty sure I'm going to include the Marnie arch so buckle your seat-belts for that shitshow lmao btw: Do you want to see much of the Jessica/Pam friendship or do you prefer I focus more on her and Bill and soon Sookie and Eric ? Please review and let me know!