True Blood, The Sookie Stackhouse Novels and all if its characters belong to Alan Ball and Charlene Harris. All Original characters belong to me (HoneyLove27). No copyright infringement intended. For entertainment purposes only.

Sam pulled Tara closer deepening the kiss.

God she smells amazing.

He loved this woman. Loved the way he saw straight into her soul whenever he looked into those beautiful brown eyes. Loved the way she smiled when she looked at him. Loved how sweet and sensitive she had become. He felt as if he had finally met the real Tara Mae Thornton…and she was a goddess.

Sam meandered over to the desk taking his lover with him. Leaning her against the desk and hovered over her, running his fingers through her silky ebony hair. Sam sighed; he could smell the scented oil she used on her locks. Gently he placed his hand on her neck bending her head to the perfect angle. He sweetly licked her supple lips circling his tongue around and around ever so lightly. Then he pulled back an inch hovering over her lips before blowing a cool breeze onto them. Tara trembled in his arms.

I love when she does that.

Tenderly the shifter ran his fingers down Tara's arm until he was caressing her hand which he took and placed over his rapidly beating heart. Without opening her eyes she began to slowly unbutton his shirt. It wasn't until she was finished that her gaze finally met his.

Tara's hand trailed down his chest and stomach to the top of his jeans where she ran her fingers back and forth. Sam's heart was beating even faster now. He was intoxicated by the scent and sight of his lover. He wanted her…needed to be one with her. Sensing his need Tara's hand traveled south to tease and caress his manhood through his jeans.

Oh fuck.

Sharply taking in air he felt his arousal growing in her hand. There wasn't enough room in his jeans for how badly he desired his ebony goddess.

Sam pushed Tara's hand out of the way and reached around her to where her bottom met her thighs. Hoisting her up in the air he set her down on the desk. Tara's eyes widen with surprise as he slid his hands down the backs of her thighs parting her legs to stand between them. Once he was settled between her legs he yanked her forward so that their entire bodies were aligned and pressed together.

While he held Tara's eyes with his own Sam reached over and turned on the radio. The Speed of Sound by Coldplay floated through the room thickening the air with anticipation. Sam seized Tara's lips and let his hands travel up her legs pushing her shirt up to expose her lavender bikini cut underwear. He pulled them down her chocolate thighs and over her brown boots before shoving them in his left pocket. Then he gazed down at her. Tara bit her lip and look away slightly embarrassed.

Adorable.

Sam smiled and raised Tara's leg over his shoulder. At the same time he hooked his foot around the rolling chair and brought it under him so he could sit down. Then he grabbed Tara's other thigh and lifted it so that her foot could rest on the edge of the desk forcing her to lean back.

Lovingly Sam parted her velvety folds and traced her core with his fingers. He heard her whimper and knew that she wanted more. He knew exactly what she wanted. No one knew her that way he did. Not Eggs, not Franklin, certainly not Jason Stackhouse. No. She was his. This…was his. Unable to control himself Sam licked his love's desire evoking a soft cry from her lips. He repeated the action and her hand grabbed a fist full of his hair begging for more.

Sam deepened the kiss and drank her in. Ever move she made, ever cry or gasp or moan fueled his need to please his beautiful goddess. Tara began to buck beneath him, but he grabbed her thighs and held her in the intense pleasure. Soon she started to tremble around his tongue. In response Sam focused his attention on her numb sucking and licking it, demanding that she come for him and him alone.

Tara sharply inhaled and shook panting as she waves of pleasure washed over her. Sam didn't stop until her orgasm subsided. He wiped his lips and stood to watched Tara for a moment finally releasing her legs.

Sam unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans releasing his erection. Next he ripped open a desk drawer and grabbed a condom. Tara ran her hands up and down his chest while he applied it. He grabbed her hips gently lifting them as he pushed into her. The feeling of her warm silky core wrapping around him and inviting him in almost caused him come on the spot. Sam took a deep breath to steady himself and pushed into Tara again.

Amazing

Every thrust reached deeper into his love and deeper into his soul. He varied the angles the way he knew she loved and eventually raised her up and leaned back. She leaned as well to counter balance increasing the intensity of the thrust. Sam gasped and sat on the chair with his girlfriend on his lap. She grinded on him and he held her hips thrusting to meet her.

Sam and Tara stared into each other's eyes loosing themselves in the hazy heaven that was their sex until she threw her head back and clamped down on to him, her body shivering. Sam released with a groan and sank back into the chair pulling Tara to him.

The shifter sat there for several minutes with his goddess's head on his chest. He ran his hands up and down her back massaging her.

"Don't worry about your bag." Sam shrugged. "I'll take it over to the trailer while you're meeting with Alcide."

"Sure." Tara nodded fixing her hair.

"Hey there's somethin' I've been meaning to ask you, but it's been so crazy this week."

Tara paused in the middle of pinning her hair up to listen patiently.

"Have you spoken with your mother since you've been back?"

Tara stood up straight as Sam placed his hands on his hips.

"I'll take that as a no."

"It's not that I don't want to see her. I'ts just…"

"Tara she's your mother."

"Hell, I know that."

Sam reached out and tried to pull Tara to him, but she wouldn't budge and he didn't want to force her.

"Babe, I just want you to have some peace in your life with everything that's going on."

"I do have peace. We just had 'peace' all over the desk. And my mama is livin' a very peaceful life as another man's mistress."

"Really?"

"Last I checked."

Sam blew out air and rubbed the back of his neck. "Then maybe…she's the one that needs you. That could be grounding for you with all that's going on."

Sam leaned his head to one side and watched Tara finish pinning up her hair.

"I'll think about it." She muttered.

"That's fair." He nodded and smiled reaching for Tara again. This time she only pretended to protest and came to him. "I need you to watch the bar for a while. I got to catch on some paperwork."

"Multi-purpose desk." Tara teased. "I'll say goodbye before heading over to Sookie's."

Sam smiled and nodded in agreement before nodding to the door. Tara reached for the door then paused and turned back to Sam.

"Um…Sam." She called to her boyfriend who was now sorting through a mountain of loose papers. "Sam."

"Yeah?"

"I need…you know…my underwear."

Sam leaned against the desk and shrugged as if he didn't recall the panties that were tucked into his left pocket.

"Sam." Tara turned to face him fully.

"Bar needs tending. Jessica won't be here until night fall. 'Sides. Half the time you don't even wear underwear."

"I'm in a skirt damn it."

"Tara." Sam walked past her and opened the door to the office. "I've got a lot to do now get on out there."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

"Nope." He smiled gently pushing her out the door then closed and locked it.

"I have a key you know." Tara stared at the door with her mouth open in pure shock. He thought it was hilarious for Tara to have to spend the next two hours tending bar without her…unmentionables on. She stamped her foot and headed out to the bar where Lafayette and Jesus her standing.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear." Lafayette addressed Tara smiling.

"Welcome back Tara. You were missed." Jesus greeted her.

"Well I'm missing a few things too." Tara sighed tying an apron around her waist. Too bad it's wasn't longer.

"You look amazing." Jesus smiled.

"It's Sam Merlotte." Lafayette informed his man.

"Fuck Sam Merlotte." Tara announced.

Lafayette laughed. "Hooka Coldplay only covered about half of what when on in that office."

"I don't give a fuck."

"Actually…" Jesus couldn't help himself.

Tara huffed and grabbed a rag to wipe down the bar. Have the two of them making fun of her would be a lot more bearable with her drawers on.

"You look gorgeous is yellow." Jesus tried to make amends.

"Fuck off." Tara called over her shoulder causing the pair to laugh again.

"Oh come off it." Lafayette leaned on the bar. "Unless you already have."

"Tara." Arlene called approaching the bar.

"What?" She yelled turning to face the red head.

"Geez. What's got your panties in a knot? I just need a Bud light."

Tara laughed in spite of herself, poured the Bud light into a glass, and placed it on Arlene's tray.

"I like your hair up like that by the way. You know I think datin' Sam's been real good for you."

"Thanks for your approval." Tara smirked knowing that Arlene wouldn't be able to ascertain whether or not she meant it.

"You're welcome." Arlene replied carefully taking the tray over to her table.

"There is something different about you." Lafayette pondered studying his cousin while she refilled straws and napkins.

"Ain't nothing different. Same bullshit, different day."

Jesus placed his hand on his boyfriends shoulder. "Come on. Let's shoot some pool. Find a way to make it interesting."

"Everything I do is interesting." He followed Jesus to the pool table. "Try not to get yourself killed tonight." He called over his shoulder.

"I'll see what I can do." She rolled her eyes and opened the door to the cooler to take inventory of the bottled beers. TheTru Bloods were still in there. Tara remembered that the last person she served a Tru Blood to was Franklin and shuddered slamming the door closed.

Jesus racked the balls. "There is something different about her."

Lafayette grabbed a pool cue off the wall. "She's been going through a lot lately."

"That's not what I mean."

Lafayette turned toward his boyfriend silently asking for clarification.

"She's pregnant."

"They fucked like twenty minutes ago you realize."

"Hey don't take my word for it. Tell her to take a test. Though I am never wrong about these things. It's like a gift."

Lafayette placed his hands on the side of the pool table to brace himself. "Fuck."

After a couple of hours Sookie sauntered in the back door to bar looking for Tara.

"Hey. You ready to go?"

"I was going to meet you there." Tara took the rag off her shoulder and flopped it on the bar.

"But your car's at my place." Sookie reminded her friend.

"You weren't there this morning. Terry took me to get it and some clothes."

"Clothes?"

"Yeah." Tara began uneasily. "I'm going to stay with Sam for a while."

Sookie rocked back on her heels and collected herself. "Tara….don't you think it's a little soon to be movin' in with Sam."

"It's not permanent." Tara answered defensively.

"But why? And why now, in the middle of…all this."

Tara took off the apron and threw it on the bar before walking to the back. "Jason." She replied and headed to Sam's office.

"Jason?"

"Yes. Your brother Jason Stackhouse."

"I know who he is."

"Well did you know that he threw himself at me earlier at the house? Told me he loved me and kissed me."

Sookie took Tara's arm and led her away from the door to the office.

"You kissed Jason?"

"No. Jason kissed me. That's why I'm staying with Sam. Jason is one complication I can't handle right now. I'm keeping my distance until he finds the next love of his life and starts actin' normal again."

"Good luck with that."

Tara looked at her friend sideways. "What do you mean good luck with that?"

"I'm just not sure that Jason is completely full of it is all I'm saying. It might take a while for him to…get over it."

Tara walked backwards from Sookie. "I don't think I want to know anymore."

"Ok. We'll add that to the list."

"What list?"

"The list of things we don't talk about." Sookie reminded her best friend as Sam opened the door to the office.

"Hey Sookie." Sam nodded towards his employee and friend. "You headin' out?" He asked Tara.

"Yeah." Tara answered. "We'll come back after the meeting and help you close up."

"Thanks." He smiled. "Be careful." Sam reached up to touch Tara's cheek.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I…" Tara trailed off since Sookie was standing there.

"No." He shook his head and grinned.

Sookie gasped and looked away from them both. Tara punched Sam in the arm realizing he must have been thinking about have her underwear in his pocket.

"Sorry." Sam shrugged attempting not to laugh at his girlfriend.

"Did you even get any paperwork done?" Tara accused.

"No." Sookie answered trying to hold back her laughter while still avoiding making eye contact.

"That's my business." Sam leaned against the door jam.

"And those are mine." Tara tried to reach for his left pocket, but Sam stopped her.

"No, they're mine. You gave them to me."

"You stole them."

"Not how I remember it."

Jessica strolled in the back door looking flustered. "Glad I caught you. I check your place out before I came. It was all clear."

"Then why do you seem so upset?" Sam asked stepping out into the hallway.

"Because this fuckin blue van almost ran me off the road on the way here."

"Are you ok?" Sookie inquired.

"Well…yes." Jessica answered slowing realizing that she basically had to just get over it. She rolled her eyes and walked into the office to put her bag away.

"We should probably get going." Sookie told Tara.

Tara nodded and looked at Sam again. "Sam?" She pleaded with her eyes.

"Sorry Cher." He shook his head.

"Fuck." Tara spat and turned to storm out to Sookie's car.

"Sam Merlotte I should slap you." Sookie informed his before the back door closed behind Tara. "But it's too damn funny." She laughed and followed after her friend.

Jessica walked back through the door clearly not understanding what just took place. "What does 'Cher' mean?" She asked.

"Beloved." Sam answered.

"Oh. You're so sweet." The young vampire gushed.

"Not that sweet." Sam shook his head. "You're tending bar tonight."

"Damn it all." Jessica stomped off to the bar.

Tara walked down the stairs feeling much better after having a pair of panties on. Tara told herself that one day she'd find this as humorous as everyone else had.

"Feel better?" Sookie asked restraining a grin.

"I hate that you're a mind reader today."

"Just today."

Tara rolled her eyes and looked around the place. It was starting to resemble its self. Tara told herself that she'd have to come over to help Sookie continue to clean it…when Jason wasn't here.

Speaking of…

"Where is Jason?"

"Beats me. I guess he's just running late…as usual."

"I'm goin' to grab a beer. You want one?" Tara rounded the corner for the kitchen.

"No thanks." Sookie called after her.

Tara opened the fridge to discover that Jason had cleaned his sister out of all beer earlier that day during his pity fest.

"Damn it Jason. Sookie, we'll have to go to the store later." Tara yelled to the living room before closing the door.

"Sookie?" Tara waited for a response from her friend, but was met with silence. She got that weird feeling in the back of her neck again and walked back through the dining room to see where Sookie had gone to.

When she entered the living room her heart jump up into her throat. The two Werewolves were there and one of them was holding a syringe to Sookie's neck and had his hand over her mouth, the other was perched on the end of the couch making himself quite comfortable.

"Let her go." Tara demanded of them.

The men ignored her and the one that was sitting on the edge of the couch stood up.

"Tara. We haven't been properly introduced." He had ginger colored hair and wore nicer clothes than she would have expected of a Were. "My name is Max. Pleasure to meet you." He had a British accent

"The pleasure's all yours. What the fuck do you want with us?"

"Just you." He corrected. "But we have instructions not to harm Sookie."

"Instructions from who?"

Max shook his head. "We should depart before Alcide arrives."

"I'm not going anywhere." Tara threatened pushing Max backwards.

To his surprise he stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance.

"Vampire blood." He reasoned aloud. "I'd hoped to avoid this. Greg."

The dark haired vampire who must have been named Greg injected the syringe into Sookie's neck. Sookie tried to fight, but within moments was limp in Greg's arms before Tara could reach her.

"Perhaps you'll come now, since we are taking her with us."

"If you do anything to her, I'll kill you." Tara seethed.

Max sighed and nodded to Greg who pulled another syringe from his leather jacket and removed the cap.

"Stay the fuck away from me you crazy ass Were." Tara pressed herself against the wall.

Suddenly she felt a prick and looked over to see Max had injected her with whatever they gave to Sookie moments earlier. Greg had only been a well planned diversion.

"It's alright Tara. I would never hurt you. You have been chosen."

Tara's world spun and turned to black once again.