Franklin went to the market and purchased a fruit basket, wine and a beautiful bouquet of flowers for Tara. He wanted to impress her and make that night special for them.

He dreamed of the dark-skinned beauty as he slumbered in his coffin that day, he needed his dreams to come true. He longed to take her away from Bon Temps one day.

As he stepped onto Sookie's porch he could hear Tara inside watching television. He knocked on the door holding the flowers he purchased in front of his face, playfully peeking through them.

Tara swung the door open and smiled at the site of him. He held the flowers out to her with that charming smirk that Tara adored and gladly accepted them.

"Thank you, Franklin. I'll go get a vase and some water." Tara had never been given flowers before, she adored how romantic Franklin was. "Have a seat; I'm just watching some television."

Franklin did as he was told while admiring her curves as she walked towards the kitchen. Her beauty was breathtaking and he appreciated how naturally beautiful she was. She wore no make-up, dressed in very relaxed, yet very short cutoff jeans and a bright orange loose fitting tank top.

While Tara was in the kitchen, Franklin took the opportunity to open his bag of goodies.
He joyfully removed the items and placed them on the coffee table.

"What's all of this?" Tara murmured while examining the items on the table. "Normally I hate surprises but with you…I'm getting used to it..." She admitted as she placed the flowers into the water-filled vase.

Her confession eased his heavy heart. Franklin had already fallen in love with her that very first night. He'd hoped she'd developed feelings for him as well. He was never certain when it came to Tara; her impulsive spark was part of her allure.

"I didn't know if you were hungry, so I brought you something to eat." Her face lit up and that made him beam even more. "Do you like red wine?" He kindly asked holding the bottle so she could see the label.

"I sure do! Thank you…" Tara sweetly thanked him for the fruit and wine and hurried back to the kitchen to get a corkscrew and two glasses. When she returned she handed one of the glasses to Franklin so he could pour himself a drink.

And then she cringed, realizing her error.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't have any True Blood here."

"That's alright; I really don't like that stuff anyway." His eyes leisurely shifted to the vein in Tara's neck, his stare lingered, and he stifled a groan at the thought of tasting her.

Tara swallowed hard, she knew right away what he wanted and she was undecided on whether or not to offer herself to him again. She didn't like being turned down the first time. She was still unclear on why he had not taken advantage when he had the chance.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Franklin realized he was making Tara uncomfortable; he reclined onto the sofa. "What are you watching." He asked in a conversational manner.

Eager to converse more with the handsome vampire, the doe-eyed woman plopped down next to him and grabbed the remote. "Oh, I was just flipping through the channels. Nothing really good on tonight," she pressed the buttons on the remote and grabbed a big long-stemmed strawberry.

Franklin uncorked the bottle and poured her a glass of wine. Tara slowly brought the juicy ripe piece of fruit to her mouth and gently bit into, letting out a soft moan as the sweet nectar burst favorably onto her tongue. The sweet nectar slowly trickled down her chin.

Franklin stifled another groan of pleasure; there was nothing she could do that could not elicit a response from the smitten vampire. He tried to remain in control but was noticeably losing it as his jeans began to tighten and he slightly shifted in his seat. Tara realized Franklin was turned on by what she was doing and despite herself, she was flattered.

"Close ya mouth or something gonna fly in it."

She teased.

Franklin smiled wolfishly. "Flies be damned, your beauty leaves me speechless." They both chuckle and he spoons her up into his arms until her petite frame is nestled into his muscular form.

They watched television for a short time until interrupted by Tara's buzzing cell phone.

Unwarranted jealousy emerged as he watched her smile delightfully while reading a text message. He wanted to know what that was about.

"Who's that messaging you?" he asked, unable to mask his frustration. He wondered if it was Sam.

I knew I should have gotten rid of him. He thought... It's not too late.

Tara could see Franklin's demeanor had changed immensely. She wanted things to be clear with Franklin, in hopes, he'd be honest with her too.

"That's my cousin Lafayette. He wanted to come by and tell me about his date with Jesus."

Franklin took an unnecessary breath of relief.

She continued to explain, "I thought I'd reply back and tell him that we'd talk all about it at work tomorrow.

Franklin loved to text but didn't get the chance to do it very often. Most vampires preferred to talk over the phone.

"May I tell him please?!" His smile so big, it looked like he'd slept with a hangar in his mouth. And before Tara could give him permission he snatched the phone and began to text.

His odd and erratic actions, agitated the doe-eyed beauty, she scowled at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"He calls you hookah? Franklin said as he scrolled through her phone. "Hookah", he repeated, sounding out the word slowly, and then chuckled.

"That's a water-pipe."

Her doe eyes went wide as his fingers moved. His entire hand looked like a blur. Now she was too was distracted by his fast texting, and forgot about being perturbed.

"What are you telling my cousin, Franklin?" Tara asked curiously.

That's when Franklin noticed his doll, was no longer smiling. He knew how to fix that.

"I haven't sent it yet," He countered. "What shall I tell him, my love?"

"Say...see you tomorrow muthafucka."

"Brilliant!" Franklin yelped with delight, as his talented fingers typed and sent the entire message within seconds. "Watch how fast I type muthafucka." He blew Tara a kiss and handed his lover her phone back.

Now it was time to settle in for the evening. Franklin set a pillow behind her head, raised her feet up and placed her legs across his lap. She reached for another strawberry, but the basket was just out of her reach. Franklin reached over and retrieved a strawberry for her, holding it a mere inches from her sensual mouth. She leaned in, slowly biting into it. As the juices began to trickle down her cheek; Franklin couldn't resist, he leaned in and lapped it up, his tongue trailed over to her lips.

Their eyes became set on each other and they kissed