Master and Apprentice

AU/AH/OOC

Chapter 11: You Belong with Me

A/N: I give thee the one and only Pamela Ravenscroft… ENJOY!

PPOV

Thursday, the day before Christmas Eve and where was I headed? Out to Bon fucking Temps, Louisiana to spend the one true holiday I get a year with my best friend, his new pet, her Gran and her louse of a brother. The only thing I was looking forward to was the plan we had in store for Mr. Jason Stackhouse. Okay, maybe not the only thing; I was slightly excited to meet this girl who had apparently stolen the heart of the one and only, Dr. Eric Northman.

I must admit that I was a little jealous of this tiny blonde. I'd never seen Eric this way. Ever. Even though I primarily enjoyed a romp in the sack with a woman who looked like she just stepped out of the latest issue of Vogue, I couldn't deny the fact that Eric was my man. The only man in my life and the only man there would ever be in my life. If I was ever going to try dick, Eric's would be the one I'd try. Crude, I know; so sue me.

I wasn't delusional; I would never marry Eric, I wouldn't have his children; it's not like that. I just wasn't sure how keen I was on him leaving me for another woman. Sure, we'd still be best friends, but I wasn't kidding myself; things were going to change. I just hoped that this Stackhouse chick was everything he'd made her out to be. If she ever hurt Eric, I wouldn't hesitate on having her killed; I know people and I have the means to make it happen.

Eric and I spoke at length last night. He informed me of the conversation that he and Sookie shared while in the middle of some big oak tree. It took me a while to imagine Eric dating a girl that had no qualms about climbing up some huge-ass tree, but whatever.

Every girl I'd ever seen him with had been completely loaded and dressed to kill. They were my type more so than his, I guess. I didn't really know his type, but I did know that Felicia was not it. She was a tall, skinny, frail little thing with long dark hair and deep green eyes. She was beautiful for sure, but not my type or Eric's. We liked our women with curves. The curves could be bought and paid for; we did not discriminate. If I wasn't naturally blessed with my 34 C's, I'd buy a pair.

Anyway, I digress. I was pretty impressed that Eric had shared so much of his past with Sookie; he'd actually shared all of it. I knew this was the real deal as soon as our conversation was over. He didn't just like this girl, he loved her. Maybe he hadn't realized it yet, but I sure as hell had. She was the one.

My flight landed in Shreveport around two in the afternoon. Eric and Sookie were picking me up in her car, because I refused to straddle the stick all the way back to Eric's apartment. As soon as I saw him, I wanted to run to him, but my new Manolos did not permit running. I am not typically the touchy-feely type, but the four mimosas I tossed back on the plane made me crave physical contact. Alcohol plus Pam equals a rip-roaring good time.

I, of course, saw Eric first because who else in Shreveport has long blonde hair and towers over the crowd. I didn't see Sookie until I was about five feet away. She was totally our type. I actually wanted her for myself. She had long wavy blonde hair that matched Eric's and big blue doe eyes, and her body was just… perfect. Every curve was in the right place. Her boobs had to be at least 34 D's if not bigger, and they were definitely real. Her hips curved perfectly, giving her body that beautiful hour-glass shape that we love. I had to stop staring to prevent myself from drooling all over her. She was positively yummy.

Eric approached me first and locked me into a big bear hug.

"Pam, we're so glad you're here. This is Sookie." Because of my four inch Manolos and the fact that I was normally 5'7", I had to tilt my head down to meet Sookie's eyes.

"Sookie, it's so nice to finally meet you. You're just perfect. I can clearly see why Eric is so enamored with you." She blushed, she fucking blushed. Eric and I just love a good blush. I was really, really going to like this girl.

Sookie stuck her hand out to shake mine, but I wouldn't have any of that. I grabbed her and pulled her to me in a big hug shocking both her and Eric.

"I think she likes you, Sookie" Eric said in a teasing tone.

"Yeah, I can feel that. Pam, you're squeezing just… a… little… too… hard." Each word came out in a grunt. Oops, perhaps I should let her go now. She just felt so damn good and she smelled fabulous. Yep, I totally got the initial attraction.

"Sorry, Sookie. Blame the flight attendants and the mimosas." I gave Eric a wink and he just sighed. Oh this was going to be so much fun!

"I guess we need to get your luggage, Pam. How many bags did you bring this time?" Oh, Eric and his lack of appreciation for my addiction to designer clothing.

"Oh, just one per day. Not too bad, right?" Sookie's eyes were huge.

"You have one suitcase for each day you're going to be here? You do realize you're in Bon Temps, right? This is not the fashion capital of the world."

"Yes, I do know where I am, and that's why I packed so light. I usually bring two to three suitcases per day, right Eric?" Sookie looked to Eric and then back to me. She was so irresistibly cute, just precious.

"Unfortunately, Pamela is telling the truth."

"Why are you using my full name? What did I do to deserve that?"

"Nothing, let's get your bags and head to my apartment. We need to get this prank underway."

With that, the three of us took off towards baggage claim and gathered up my four identical Louis Vuitton trunks. The look on Sookie's face was priceless. She carried those bags like she was cradling a newborn baby. She was going to love my Christmas gift.

Once we got to her car, I knew we were in trouble. There was no way those four trunks, my carry-ons and the three of us were fitting into that POS Civic. Somehow Eric made it work, but the best part was there was no room in the backseat. Since Sookie was smaller than me, she had to ride in my lap. Oh the joy of feeling her hot little ass sitting in my lap. She even wiggled against me periodically. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or just uncomfortable, but I didn't care.

When we arrived at Eric's apartment, I unpacked my trunks and then the three of us sat in his living room, designed by me, thankyouverymuch, to discuss our plan for one unlucky, Jason Stackhouse.

SPOV

To say that Pam was beautiful would be the understatement of the century; she was stunning. She had long, dirty-blonde hair with very natural-looking blonde highlights throughout and amazing blue-green eyes. Her make-up was flawless on her porcelain skin. She was the picture of perfection. She wore the most expensive pair of jeans I'd ever seen and beautiful pink twinset. AND…OH. MY. GOSH. HER. SHOES. They had to cost more than I made at Merlotte's in a month. They were at least four inches high and in nude patent leather with a very pointy toe. I didn't know how she walked in them.

When she hugged me, I instantly felt better and I knew that everything was going to be okay between us. Eric previously told me that she is not touchy-feely, so for her to make physical contact with me was a big deal.

Sitting in her lap was a little more than awkward, but I made the best out of the situation. I even teased her a little bit, much to Eric's enjoyment. I caught him smirking at me out of the corner of my eye. This was going to be the best Christmas to date, especially with what we had planned for my big brother.

Speaking of, it was time to get that plan in motion. As soon as we got Pam settled, we put the finishing touches on our plan over a bottle of wine Pam requested. She'd actually emailed Eric a grocery list yesterday and it was ridiculous, to say the least. Eric actually had to call in a few favors to obtain all of her requests. For all of her faults though, he loved her and it was obvious by the way he looked at her. He was her overprotective big brother even though they were only months apart in age.

While watching them interact, I realized that this was the only family of Eric's I would ever meet. I thought I was alone in this world, but I was one of the lucky ones. I was determined to not let our pasts interrupt our first Christmas together.

Eric's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Sookie, are you ready for step one?"

An evil smile crept across Pam's face. This was going to be fun. "Yep, hand me the phone."

Step one of our devious plan was to make sure that Jason was planning on hanging out at Merlotte's tonight. He and Gran both thought that Pam wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow morning. I just told Gran that I would be staying with Eric tonight so that we could leave bright and early for the airport in the morning. She is not a good liar so we decided to keep her in the dark for the time being.

"Hey Jase, its Sookie. You going to Merlotte's tonight?"

"You know it Sooks. Why what's up? You and Eric want to join me or somethin." I was trying hard not to giggle. He was on speaker phone and Pam was making faces. She was not aware of how attractive my brother actually was. I'm sure she was thinking that we were trying to hook her up with some toothless hick; Jason's accent is much thicker than mine. I think leaving Bon Temps for four years helped me out in the 'deep southern drawl' department.

"Yep, actually we do. Eric's itching for a burger and fries and I would love to try out some karaoke tonight." I'm a terrible singer, absolutely appalling, but this was part of the plan so I had to go with it.

"Sis' you know you can't sing, right? I think Gran actually said something like 'you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it.'" That was it for Pam. She had to leave. She looked like she was going to puke. Eric and I both died laughing and luckily my shit-for-brains brother just chalked it up to his best Gran impersonation.

"Yes, but thanks for reminding me. Anyway, what time are you getting there?" I needed to end this quick or he was going to start getting suspicious.

"You know, after work, around 7 or so. Why?" Shit. Time to end this now.

"Oh, no reason. I just thought you'd like to sing a duet with me." Okay, not the real reason, but maybe a good enough cover, maybe?

"Sure Sis', whatever you want. See you tonight."

"See ya' tonight Jase."

"Shit, Eric, that was close. Pam! Where'd you go?" Pam came skulking around the corner from the kitchen with a fresh and very full glass of wine.

"Sookie, I know this is supposed to be funny, but this joke better not be on me. Your brother sounds like a total and complete redneck."

"Pam, I promise you, you'll be able to pull this off as soon as you see him. He's the hottest commodity in our little town. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, now let's get you ready."

I brought some of my dresses over for Pam. If Jason saw her in her over-priced designer duds, he'd totally know she wasn't from around here. Luckily we wore the same shoe size, but my dresses would be a little big on her. We'd have to go for my 'skinny dresses.'

After getting Pam all dolled-up in the cheapest outfit she'd probably ever worn, we went out into the living room to join Eric. As soon as he saw her, he busted out laughing. She was not amused.

Pam was wearing a long-sleeved collared denim dress, which she referred to as a 'teacher frock,' and a pair of red cowboy boots. I hot-rolled her hair and teased it so it would rival any woman from the state of Texas. We toned her make-up down a bit and traded in her signature red lipstick for a light pink gloss. It was really quite a sight. I wouldn't even wear that outfit, but I wasn't telling Pam that. She insisted on unbuttoning the top three buttons to reveal her ample cleavage. I agreed that this was the perfect way to bait my brother the man-whore.

"Shut the fuck up, Eric. This is not funny and if we don't pull this off you're going to owe me another pair of designer shoes, understood?"

"Yes, Pamela. But, I promise this will all be worth it. Are my girls ready to go?" I snickered at his 'my girls' comment and ran to throw myself into his arms. He laid the mother of all kisses on me and if Pam hadn't rudely interrupted we would've just opted to stay at his apartment.

The three of us piled into my car and headed for Merlotte's. We had to beat Jason there otherwise the entire plan would be ruined. Sam was already informed of said plan and was ready to help us out. He'd always loved to tease Jason about being such a slut.

When we got there Eric and I quickly grabbed a booth in Tara's section and Pam went to sit at the bar. Pam's alias tonight was Ashley; it was simple and southern. It was my suggestion; I'd seen Gone with the Wind one too many times.

Tara came up and got our order and Eric and I quickly sucked down the first of many beverages I'm sure we'd be drinking tonight. I'd agreed to be the DD though, so I had to stick with beer. I preferred my gin and tonics, but I couldn't drive after two of them.

When Jason arrived, he came over to say hey to us and sure as shit his eyes immediately drifted over to the beautiful buxom blonde at the bar.

"Who is that?" Step two, bait Jason.

"Oh, I don't know. I've never seen her before. You should ask Sam though. He's been talking to her. I bet he could give you some inside information." Jason all but jumped and ran off to find Sam.

The plan was for Sam to tell Jason that the girl's name was Ashley and she was his cousin from Alabama. Ashley was 28 and had just broken up with her boyfriend (Jason had a fondness for older women and the broken-hearted). She was looking for a quick fix for her heartache. Enter, Jason Stackhouse. The killer part of this joke was that Sam was to tell Jason that Ashley's favorite singer was Taylor Swift and she'd probably sleep with him if he sang 'You Belong with Me' to her. Apparently, that's how her last boyfriend got her. If we actually pulled this off, I was going to have the best abs in the state of LA from laughing so hard.

Eric and I quickly ate our dinner as we eagerly awaited the destruction of my brother's reputation. I'd seen him do some crazy things to get girls in bed, but this would take the cake.

We didn't have to wait long, because not five minutes later Jason and Sam emerged from the back. Sam walked over to the bar and introduced Jason to 'Ashley.' Pam looked genuinely surprised that Jason was, in fact, attractive. She discreetly nodded her head at me to let me know she approved. Eric just shook his head.

The night got even better when Jason and 'Ashley' joined us in the booth. Jason was bringing his A-game tonight. He had one arm draped over Pam's shoulder and he kept whispering god knows what in her ear. Every now and then Pam would giggle, and I'm sure it was forced. I'd bet money that Pam did not giggle.

Karaoke was in full swing and it was time for Step three, Sookie sings. It was the only way to give Jason the courage to do what he had to do. I hated singing, but I'd take one for the team. Since it was Christmas, I decided on 'Walking in a Winter Wonderland.' Lucky for me, no one paid a bit of attention to my atrocious debauchery of this Christmas classic. Eric, Pam and Jason laughed hysterically at me the entire time though. I wanted to die of embarrassment, but if we pulled this off, it would all be worth it.

When I returned to the booth, everyone clapped for me and I curtsied. As I slid into the booth next to Eric, I heard Jason whisper to Pam that this one was for her. It took everything I had in me not to lose my shit right there in the bar, but I bit the side of my cheeks in an attempt to control myself.

"Ashley, this one's for you." I squeezed Eric's hand so hard he winced. I was officially dying of happiness.

Pam was great though; she turned around in the booth and looked deeply into Jason's eyes. He totally thought he had her.

As Jason sang the chorus, he actually grabbed the wireless mic off the stand and headed towards our booth.

If you could see that I'm the one who understand you

Been here all along so why can't you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

There was no way I was going to be able to hold it together, so I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed Eric's face and kissed him until I forgot what was so damn funny. I caught him completely off-guard, but he didn't seem to mind making out with me in the middle of the bar. Everyone in the bar was whistling and hooting and hollering, but when I turned around no one was looking at us; they were all transfixed on my brother.

Jason was on one knee in front of Pam belting it out like no other. Unlike me, Jason could actually sing. Even though he was singing Taylor Swift, he actually sounded damn good.

After the song ended Jason grabbed Pam by the hand and pulled her in for a smoldering kiss. Eric and I both gasped in shock. Holy shit! Pam was totally going to kill us! Or was she? She was kissing him back. No fucking way.

I cleared my throat to break them up and Pam gave me her best death stare.

"Ummm… Ashley, is it?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Definitely channeling Pam and not Southern Belle Ashley.

"I don't believe we've met. My name is Sookie and I'm Jason's sister. This is my boyfriend, Eric."

"Charmed." Okay, Pam enough. Jason's dumb, but not blind or deaf.

"Hey Ashley, may I speak to you for a minute… alone?" Pam got the hint and followed me to the bathroom.

Once we were safely inside the bathroom, I shoved Pam into the stall and shut the door.

"You're about to blow this. You're supposed to be delicate, Pamela. 'Charmed' is not delicate."

"Well, excuse me Sookie dear if my acting disappoints you. I'll work harder, pinkie promise." She gave me her best pouty face and held up her pinkie. Was she serious? As soon as our pinkies interlocked she pinned me against the bathroom stall.

"I'm doing you a favor and I do not take kindly to being pushed around and no one calls me Pamela, but Eric. Are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am we are."

She smacked my ass hard enough to hurt, fluffed her hair, and then we pasted on our fake smiles and went back to our little game.

When we got back into the bar area Jason and Eric were no longer at the booth. I scanned the restaurant and found them playing a game of pool; perfect arena for shameless flirting.

Pam sauntered over to Jason who was currently bent over the pool table. I watched her run her hands up the back of his thighs and push him into the table. Wow. She was good. Eric raised his eyebrow at me, the lickable one, and I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know how far Pam was willing to take this, but game on.

The incessant flirting continued throughout the night. Jason thought she was a shoe in. The shit was about to hit the fan. Eric and I were at a complete and total loss. We'd completed the plan, but now we didn't know what to do.

EPOV

This little cat and mouse game had gone too far. Pam and I had shared women, not men. This situation was ridiculously uncomfortable. I could tell by the look on Sookie's face that she was thinking it was time to call it. We'd set this whole thing up, but we didn't have a clue of where to go from here.

I had to admit that I was a little jealous. I knew I had no right to be, but I couldn't help it. My best friend was shamelessly flirting with my girlfriend's brother. I couldn't take it anymore. I gave Sookie a look to let her know I was about the burst Jason's bubble and she gave me the nod.

I went over to Pam to remove her from Jason. She looped her arm around my waist and Jason all but growled at me.

"Sookie, Eric what the fuck is going on?" Jason was pissed. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as we thought.

Sookie shocked the hell out of me by putting her arm around my waist and tucking herself into the side not already occupied by Pam. I looked down at both of them and then the three of simultaneously said, "Gotcha!" Mission accomplished.

Jason's demeanor went from pissed to completely confused.

"Who is this? Is this who I think it is?" We all nodded in unison. Sookie took the reins from there.

"Jason, I'd like you to meet Pamela Ravenscroft, also known as 'threesome Pam.' We figured we owed you one after the shit you pulled at Gran's on Sunday."

Jason had to lean against the pool table. He was completely and utterly silent. It was priceless; I'd never seen him stunned to silence before.

Pam walked over to him and stuck out her hand, "Jason, I'm Pam. It's nice to finally meet you. I really enjoyed your serenade. It was beautiful. You're an excellent kisser too. Oh, and you're pretty hot even though I'd prefer your sister more." He stood stock still, gaping at her. Sookie was giggling with her face buried in my chest.

Pam put her arm around Jason's waist and helped him out to Sookie's car. He was silent the entire way back to my apartment. Sookie was starting to get worried now; it was written all over her face. I rubbed circles into her palm with my thumb, trying to reassure her. It wasn't working.

When we finally got back to my apartment, Jason didn't even look around. He just kept his eyes down, walked over to the sofa and sat down. He was totally bummed out or so we thought. As soon as I offered him a beer his face lit up. He shook the can up, popped the top and all four of us were covered in beer from head to toe. My apartment would reek of beer for weeks, but it was worth it.

Jason looked at all of us and simply said, "Gotcha!" This was going to be quite a Christmas; definitely the best on record.

After we'd cleaned up the living room the four of us split up to shower and get ready for bed. Despite their initial meeting, Pam and Jason were actually becoming quite friendly. They agreed to sleep on the pull-out together and Sookie and I would, of course, be in my room.

I went out into the living room to tell Pam and Jason goodnight and Pam once again asked if she could watch, much to Jason's disgust. I gave her my best 'shut the fuck up' glare, gave her a hug and headed back into my room to find Sookie ready and waiting for me.

When I say ready and waiting, I mean like she was in my dream; completely naked and sprawled out on my black satin sheets.

"Sookie, this is not slow."

She gave me a seductive glare and said, "Who said anything about sex?"

I grabbed her by her ankles and dragged her to the foot of the bed and immediately buried my face in her warm wet center. She was writhing underneath me within minutes, her face covered with a pillow to stifle her screams. I'm sure than Pam and Jason would hear her moans though. That turned me on even more.

After I had her coming for the second time, she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me hard, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, eliciting a growl from me. Then, she pushed me over onto my back, positioned her hotness over my face and went to work on my dick. She was taking all of me into her mouth and down her throat repeatedly, while pinning my hips down to the bed with her delicate hands. She had me screaming her name faster than I intended. She was a divine goddess.

Once we were both completely and utterly satisfied, she laid her head on my chest and drew lazy circles on my stomach. I didn't know if it was premature or not, but I had to tell her.

"Sookie…"

"Yes, Eric."

"I love you."

A/N: So what did you think about Pam, Jason? Eric telling Sookie he loves her? Lemony goodness? I hope you enjoyed meeting Pam! She was fun to write!

Thank you for your reviews! They feed the muse and make her want to write more!

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