** A/N Spent all day writing this! You better give me love :P And I want to edit it one more time, but I have plans and need to leave. So apologies if there are any typos that I missed; I will fix them soon.**

Tara woke up the next day in silent bliss. She still didn't feel like getting out of bed, but this time it was so she could lie there and revel in the memories of the previous night. Her bed was a mess; the sheets were rumpled and stained with blood, but Tara could still smell and sense Pam as she lay there and she didn't want to move.

It felt like a dream when Tara looked back on it all. It hadn't completely sunk in that Pam was truly back in her life. Because it almost seemed too good to be true. Tara had not been this happy in a long time, perhaps ever. And for one of the first times in her life, she wasn't running away the moment she began to feel something. Her desire to be with Pam was much too deep-seated to allow any of her insecurities and fears to get in the way.

As Tara lay on her side smiling, she felt her stomach rumble. This was the first time she realized just how hungry she actually was, and how little she had eaten over the past week. She had hardly any food with her in the apartment, and also remembered that she had hardly any money too.

Ugh, she thought. She needed a job. And realized she couldn't go to Merlotte's for either work or a meal now. Now that she looked back on her behavior there, she was mad at herself for lashing out at Sam like she did. But she was also too proud to beg for her job back, at least for now.

Tara sat up a little miffed. This was messing up her post-reunion glee. So instead, she got out of bed and grabbed a granola bar, some pretzels, and a book and got back in bed. She decided to procrastinate on the job hunt for now.

XXX

Pam had awoken that evening feeling incredibly content and relaxed. But she was also a little stunned at how well their reconciliation had gone. She didn't know how she predicted Tara would react to seeing her again, but she certainly didn't think it would go the way it did.

She was irritated as well, because she already missed Tara. She wanted her beside her as she slept. She wanted to wake up to that beautiful face every evening. She had wished she could have stayed at her place through dawn; a tiny part of her was even tempted to carry her back to Fangtasia with her.

Pam knew she was being ridiculous. But she could feel herself changing significantly, or at least reconnecting with aspects of herself she had abandoned years ago. She was allowing someone in past her tough, unwavering exterior. She was making love again. She was letting someone truly touch her again. She was allowing her sensitive and nurturing side to resurface.

Pam couldn't even chastise herself at this new behavior because she was too happy. It felt too good and she wanted Tara too much.

She lay in her coffin wondering what they should do the next time she saw her. She figured they needed to actually get out and do something, even though she would be perfectly fine spending all their time together in bed.

And suddenly, she had an idea.

XXX

An hour later. Pam was pushing the door open to Merlotte's, somewhere she hadn't been in a long time. She looked around and was reminded just how far South she was. Rednecks abound. Still, Pam moved past them all to the bar where Sam was working.

He was making a screwdriver as he saw Pam ambling towards him. He cocked his head to the side as she delicately rested her elbows on the counter and smiled at him coyly.

Sam was a little suspicious whenever vampires came to Merlotte's, but perhaps Pam just wanted to promote Fangtasia's business like the last time.

"Well hey there," Sam said. "Haven't seen you in a while. What can I do for ya?"

"Hello," Pam answered. "Could I speak with you in the back?" she asked simply.

"'Fraid I can't leave the bar untended right now," Sam replied.

"It would only take a minute," Pam said furtively as she raised her eyebrows.

Sam's eyes squinted and his lips pressed together, still unconvinced. This time, Pam leaned in and locked eyes with him.

"I'd really appreciate it," she said seductively, as she began to take control of his thoughts.

Sam's eyes widened as he felt her influence enwrap him.

"Sure, of course," he responded. "Right this way."

Pam smiled again, and followed him into his office. They walked inside and Pam shut the door behind them. She looked around briefly.

"Well this is quaint," she said in her sweet and sardonic way.

Sam scratched his head. "Thanks," he responded.

Pam walked towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Now," she said, and locked eyes with him again. Sam stared back at her and the air grew still as she began to glamor him.

"Why doesn't Tara work here anymore?" she asked calmly, never breaking eye contact with him.

"She quit," Sam said plainly. "She was so upset and angry and she wouldn't tell me why. I didn't want to fire her but I didn't know what to do."

"I see," Pam responded. She held his gaze and continued.

"Here's what you are going to do. You are going to give Tara her job back, and it will be like she never left. You won't remember her quitting, or her absence, and you won't remember me coming here tonight to speak with you about this. Is that clear?"

Sam nodded obediently.

"Good," Pam said. She paused for a moment. "And you'll give her a raise," she added. "A substantial one."

"Yes ma'am," Sam answered.

Pam smiled in amusement. She was about to leave again, but then had another thought and had to concede to her curiosity.

"Are you attracted to Tara?" Pam asked.

"Oh yeah," Sam replied, still in a glamoured stupor. "I have a girlfriend now but she was the best sex I ever had."

Pam felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy, but she was more tickled by Sam's bluntness.

"Well... this was a nice chat," she uttered. "Now remember what I said and get back to work." And with that, she opened the door and walked away.

XXX

It was evening and Tara was still in bed. She had accomplished some things though. She had reluctantly changed her sheets, done some laundry, and showered again, actually washing her hair rather than just lying there and getting off like the last time. She had put on pants for the first time in days and pulled on a green tank top. Of course she was finally getting dressed at seven o'clock at night. She wanted to get back to a normal, diurnal schedule, but she also knew if she did, that she would have fewer hours with Pam.

She moved to her dresser to grab her phone, and as she did she heard a knock at the door. She cautiously walked towards it and pulled it open.

Standing before her was Pam, dressed in a tight black skirt that reached just above her knees, and a pink blouse tucked within it. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and she had a wayward smile on her face.

Tara couldn't help but smile back. "Hey," she said shyly.

"Hey yourself," Pam replied. They looked at each other for a moment, basking in the joy of seeing each other again.

"Come on," Pam continued, taking Tara's hand and pulling her towards her.

"Wait, where are we going?" Tara asked.

"You'll see," Pam replied.

"Okay, just let me put some shoes on!" Tara exclaimed, repressing a "sheesh" because she was too thrilled at seeing Pam again. She scurried into the apartment and slipped on a pair of sneakers. She slid her phone into a pocket in her jeans and then ran her hands through her hair.

"You look fine," Pam replied, as if she was reading Tara's mind.

Tara glared at her. "More than fine," Pam added playfully, and Tara shook her head as she smiled at her. She walked out of the apartment and shut the door.

"Don't forget to lock it," Pam reminded her.

Tara chuckled. "Yeah, wouldn't want anyone sneaking in or nothin' like that."

Pam smiled again. "Oh no, we couldn't have that, could we?" she retorted, giving Tara a wink.

Tara rolled her eyes and started to walk away. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go wherever the hell you're taking me."

XXX

Pam pulled into the lot of Merlotte's and found a spot in the back to park. She got out of the car and began to walk towards the entrance. Tara got out but didn't move for a while, puzzled and unwilling to go inside. She eventually walked over to Pam and stopped by the front door where Pam was waiting for her.

"Uhh..." Tara began. "What are we doing here?" she asked.

"You work here," Pam answered.

"No I don't… Not anymore. I told you that, remember?" Tara replied, staring at Pam with confusion.

Pam was quiet but her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischievousness.

"What's going on?" Tara ordered.

"I took care of it," Pam said frankly, pushing open the door and pulling Tara inside.

"What do you mean you-" Tara began as she stumbled inside Merlotte's.

"Tara, you're late," Sam called from behind the bar as he saw her entering. "I need you back here."

Tara then realized what Pam had done. She turned to her and shook her head, unable to suppress an astonished grin.

"You are unbelievable," Tara uttered, her tongue rubbing against the inside of her cheek. She placed her hands on her hips. "You didn't need to do that," she said as her brow raised.

"I know," Pam retorted, tilting her head to the side and lifting her shoulders in a shrug. But what fun was being a vampire if she couldn't use her powers once in a while?

"Come on," Pam said, urging Tara forward. "You heard the man. Get to work," and she slapped Tara's behind.

Tara rolled her eyes and walked behind the counter, not even caring that people were beginning to stare at the two of them.

Fuck 'em, she thought, grinning as she saw Pam ease onto a stool right in front of her.

"Don't you have your own job to get to?" Tara asked teasingly.

"I shut down for the night," Pam replied.

Tara was about to ask her why, but she already knew the answer. And she smiled again. Her cheeks would soon start to ache with the amount she was beaming.

"So you're just gonna watch me work all night?" Tara asked skeptically.

"Why not?" Pam retorted. "I've got the best seat in the house."

Tara chortled. "You're ridiculous."

"You love it," Pam replied.

They were having so much fun. This was strangely enough the first time they ever truly flirted with each other. It was as if they were on a first date, as if they had just met. Tara could feel little bubbles of giddiness and nerves in her stomach as they continued their playful back and forth banter.

Pam sat there all night. On Tara's break, she ordered her a huge breakfast platter, with pancakes, eggs, sausage, grits, and home fries. Tara sat beside her and scarfed it down, her body desperately trying to make up for the past week of malnourishment. Pam chuckled as she watched her; Tara was practically inhaling her food.

When Tara was back on her feet and behind the counter working again, she felt even better than before, now energized not only from Pam's presence but from her meal. She received a few dirty looks from people at the bar, presumably whom she had belittled and told off the week earlier, but she didn't even care. She would serve customers' their drinks in a timely fashion, but then go right back to Pam and continue whatever conversation they were currently having.

The town already knew that Tara dated women, the gossip moving like wild fire when she was seen with Naomi a few weeks ago. But they also knew that Pam was a vampire. Together, Pam and Tara were an interracial human-vampire lesbian couple which was just a little too much for Bon Temps to handle. Especially when Pam leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of Tara's shirt, pulling her in for a kiss. It was light and sweet at first, but gradually the kiss deepened.

They made out, in their own little world, unfazed by the fact that the entire room was staring at them. Arlene had scampered over to the kitchen, hissing at Terry to look. Terry peeked over the ledge and nodded in a sort of "good for them" way, then returned to his cooking. Arlene turned back to him, stunned that he didn't care. Lafayette wasn't in that day, but Tara realized she didn't care if he saw them anyway.

Sam was in his office, and when he walked back out to the bar he saw Pam's tongue slipping inside Tara's mouth. This was the second time he had seen Tara kissing someone from over the counter. He felt a little stab of jealousy, but continued on his business, gingerly walking behind Tara to grab something from the cooler. He needed her to do something though, so he cleared his throat awkwardly and the two of them finally broke apart.

"Tara, um, could you take these boxes out back?" Sam asked, gesturing to a pile of empty cardboard boxes that were sitting in the corner. "Recycling's gonna be picked up first thing in the morning. I gotta leave the bar for a while."

Tara turned to look at him. "Sure," she replied, too content to even mind being interrupted.

"I'll help," Pam added with a smile, staring at Sam who tried not to roll his eyes.

"Oh and, Tara's going to be done for the night after this," she added.

"Her shift isn't over yet," Sam disputed.

"It is now," Pam retorted.

"We still got customers to serve," Sam declared, his voice louder now.

"You're a big boy. You can handle it," she said in her sweet and condescending demeanor. She then pulled out a fifty dollar bill and placed it on the counter. "That's for the excellent service. Please tell your bartender I was extremely pleased with her." And with that, Pam moved behind the counter, patting him on the shoulder before reaching down and gathering a stack of boxes into her arms. She started to walk down the hall and Tara scooped up the other half, quickly following behind her.

They stepped outside and Tara placed the boxes down beside the dumpster and Pam did the same. Tara was about to turn to go back inside, but all of a sudden she was shoved against the side of the building. Pam had used vamp speed and was now pinning her against the wall.

Tara chuckled and she looked to see if anyone else was around. They were alone.

"You do realize everyone was staring at us when we were inside?" Tara asked as she took in Pam's hungry gaze.

"Were they?" Pam replied. "It's probably because you're so fucking hot," she continued, pulling Tara in forcefully by the hips so that they were pressed against each other.

"So I'm 'done for the night?' You tryin' to get me fired again?" Tara teased.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Pam responded, and she tilted her head and leaned in to kiss her roughly.

Pam pushed Tara back into the wall and momentarily brushed her hand between her legs. The touch made Tara ache and she wanted her right then and there. But she broke away from her, panting lightly.

"We're gonna get arrested for public indecency if we don't stop soon," Tara breathed.

"Not so much the exhibitionist, huh?" Pam teased.

Pam backed off Tara but grabbed her hand as they walked over to Eric's car. Pam opened the door to the driver's seat and sat down without letting go of Tara. She reached under her seat and pulled a lever up, sliding the seat back and hastily pulling Tara inside the car. She eased her head down so she didn't bang it and drew her close until she was sitting on top of her.

Tara was a little caught off guard but she smirked and adjusted her legs to straddle Pam's lap.

"Damn, woman. Can't keep it in your pants, can you?" Tara mumbled.

"No," Pam retorted bluntly. She slammed the door shut and reached to the side of the seat, pulling another lever which lowered the seat down until it was lying 180 degrees flat.

Tara hovered over her and gazed down at Pam, whose lids were heavy with desire. Pam ran her hand down the front of Tara's body, rotating it as she arrived between Tara's legs. She rubbed her over her jeans and Tara closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly. She exhaled through her mouth and tried to stay still as she continued to hold herself up. Pam began to vary the speed and pressure of her fingers, causing Tara's head to drop and strands of hair to fall over her face. She was already so close and Pam knew it.

Pam unbuttoned and unzipped Tara's jeans with one hand, then slid her fingers underneath so she was rubbing Tara over her already damp boy shorts. Tara whined, now wanting Pam inside of her. She felt a slight burning in her arms from holding herself up, and beads of sweat began to form at the back of her neck. Pam watched her, fascinated by every twitch in Tara's face caused by the movements of her fingers. Just when she knew she was building her up to release, she would stop, and continued to do this over and over again, much to Tara's frustration.

When she finally slid two fingers inside of Tara, she smirked and felt her own arousal spike as Tara's mouth dropped open and she moaned. Pam moved her fingers inside of her at a leisurely pace, her palm brushing against her clit. Tara began to grind into Pam's hand, clamping onto her fingers and moving her hips faster.

Pam pushed Tara up with her free hand, sitting up as she reached for the lever again. The seat elevated and met her back. Tara was a little thrown off by the change; she was now sitting directly over Pam. But she continued to move her hips into Pam's hand, and her eyes squeezed shut as sweat began to form by her temples.

"Look at me," Pam ordered.

Tara eventually opened her eyes and looked at Pam, whose fangs promptly clicked.

"Come here," she breathed, and Tara obliged, bringing her face closer to Pam's.

Pam brought her free hand to Tara's jaw, turning her head to the side as she sank her fangs into her neck.

That was all Tara needed. She cried out, gripping Pam's shoulders as her legs quaked and her abs burned. She rocked over Pam's slick palm as Pam continued to work her slender fingers inside of her. Pam swallowed Tara's sweet, rich blood and felt a rush of ecstasy flood through her. She wrapped her free arm around Tara's lower back and held her firmly as she shuddered against her.

Pam swallowed one last mouthful of Tara's blood and moved her mouth away. She licked her lips and kept holding Tara, who was no longer trembling as intensely. Tara pressed her forehead against Pam's, still panting softly. She opened her eyes and Pam slid her wet fingers out of Tara, bringing them instead to her mouth. Pam sucked on them, and Tara watched as she tasted her. Tara felt a rush of dominance course through her, and she reached down to the side of the seat, pulling the lever and pushing Pam back down again.

Tara leaned down and met Pam's lips with her own, kissing her aggressively and reaching under her hips to find her skirt zipper. Pam helped by lifting them, and Tara pulled the article off her body along with the panties. Tara broke away from their kiss to tug at Pam's blouse, and Pam raised her arms as Tara pulled it off her body. Pam slipped her heels off and her bra was also removed swiftly. Pam sighed as she felt Tara's hands run down her naked body. Tara leaned down and pressed her lips to Pam's neck, then dragged her tongue down in between her breasts. She took one of her pink nipples between her teeth, flicking her tongue and then sucking as she took the other between her fingers. Pam moaned softly and hooked her legs around Tara's waist.

Tara didn't waste any more time. She drove three fingers inside of Pam and immediately curled them as she began to thrust up. Pam felt her voice seize in her throat and she squeezed her legs against Tara's waist. Tara fucked her harder and Pam began to spit out a string of expletives as she clung to her tighter. Tara changed the angle of her wrist and flexed her fingers, and Pam's legs extended and she accidentally stepped onto the horn. It blared obnoxiously, barely muting her cries and curses. Tara took one of Pam's hands and dragged it down so it was resting over her pelvis, urging her to touch herself. Pam eventually obliged, separating her pointer and middle finger and rubbing them up and down the sides of her clit.

Tara reached up and kneaded one of Pam's full breasts with her free hand. Pam's fingers were working in rhythm with Tara's, and she was completely focused on finding release. Tara then brought her hand up so it was resting lightly between Pam's shoulder and neck. Pam moved her other hand over Tara's, shifting it slightly so it was directly over her throat. She squeezed down on Tara's hand, giving her a nonverbal signal of what she wanted.

Tara was a little surprised, but she also knew this meant Pam trusted her wholeheartedly. She continued to drive her fingers inside of her, but as she looked into Pam's eyes she clamped down around her throat into a strong, immovable choke. She had no need to breathe, but Tara's grip was almost crushing and it hurt so good.

Tara was feeling a little inspired by this realization that Pam liked it rough. She removed her hand from her throat and slipped another digit inside Pam, who whimpered and accidentally kicked the car horn again. Tara slapped her, not too hard the first time, but then again sharply until Pam released her feet from the steering wheel. Tara then reached around the back of Pam's head, threading her fingers into her hair to grab her ponytail. She yanked Pam's head up and Pam moaned. Tara knew she was almost there, and she began to thrust into her so hard that it rocked Pam's whole body and caused her breasts to bounce.

"Fuck," Pam breathed, the hand between her legs pausing as she tried to get a hold of herself. Tara yanked her head harder.

"Don't you stop," Tara warned.

Pam resumed touching herself and she tried to keep her eyes open. Tara began to pull her fingers out all the way before driving them back in, finally pushing her over the edge. Pam's face contorted as she came, and she brought her free hand to the back of Tara's neck, pulling her in as her body began to shake and convulse. Tara let go of Pam's hair and slid her hand down to rest on her pale stomach. She leaned down and dragged her tongue over Pam's throat, moving it across her clavicle and then back up again. Pam's fingers finally stopped moving between her legs, and she held them steady for a moment before removing her hand. As she did, Tara grabbed her wrist and took two of her fingers into her mouth, staring at Pam as she reciprocated the action from before. Pam let her, but then pulled her fingers out and moved to rest her hand on Tara's cheek.

They gazed at each other for a while, their bodies both humming with pleasure.

"Well that was kinky," Pam finally said teasingly.

"It was your idea," Tara retorted, her voice playful and childish.

"Mhm," Pam answered. "I liked it."

"I like you," Tara stated, giving her a small smile.

"I know you do," Pam replied, running her hand over Tara's hair and down the side of her face.

They shared a sweet, silent moment together, looking at the other with utter ease and bliss.

"Now would you please let me get dressed?" Pam asked. "Unless you want me to drive you home buck naked."

Tara chuckled. "I wouldn't mind that at all, actually."

"Shut up," Pam replied, lightly shoving her shoulder. "I'm serious."

Tara rolled her eyes and reached over to the floor behind them to grab her bra.

Pam eventually got dressed, which proved quite difficult in such a compact space. But there was no way Pam was getting changed outside of the car. The two of them had no idea if anyone had seen them, but thankfully now it was pitch black outside.

Tara helped her, and when she was fully clothed, Tara got out and walked around to the passenger's side. She sat back down again, closed the door, and buckled her seatbelt. Pam was checking her make up in the rear view mirror, and when she was done she looked at Tara.

"You ready?" she asked.

Tara paused. "I don't want to go home."

"What do you want to do then?" Pam inquired.

"I don't know. Wherever you're going," Tara answered.

Pam smiled and lifted an eyebrow. "As you wish."

And with that, she started the engine and the two of them drove off across the dusty, dirt road.