Tara's eyes were closed. Pam straddled her showering her with wet light kisses along her neck. Her nails ran up and down her side. She drew her right hand lower until it met and sank into Tara's soaked center. Her head jerked back giving the blond more access to her neck. Tara's legs widened giving Pam all the room she needed and then some to please her.

The blond curved her fingers upward as she continued to fuck Tara. Her strokes started off long and slow. Tara's hand went to her clit rubbing it as Pam's mouth soaked her nipples with her tongue.

"Shit," Tara breathed. Her eyes and on just at the edge she fell into a pleasurable release. Still riding the aftershocks she began murmuring how great Pam was and in the midst of the praise she let three words slip out.

"I love you."

Pam pulled back hair in her face. She looked down at Tara as if she had just insulted her then stood and headed straight to her bathroom. Tara watched her hasty retreat. The reaction was unexpected considering Pam's own declaration not too long ago. She sat waiting on the bed listening to Pam moving around. It sounded like she was just making noise. When she came out she had on her bright pink robe loosely tied with some flesh showing.

The blond didn't say 'I love you' back. She didn't yell and scream or bite Tara' head off for say it. The immortal didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. She couldn't understand what was going on in Pam's head if the blond wasn't going to tell her.

"Have you ever wanted to get married?"

Tara stiffened. The question was strange considering its source. Resting her head behind her head she watched Pam lean against the bed post and waiting impatiently for an answer.

"No."

"Well you've got this thing on my finger don't you think you should do something about it?"

The immortal chuckled getting to her knees stopping directly in front of the blond, "haven't we been doing something about it for a week now?"

Sophie-Anne wasn't pleased when she discovered she hadn't had complete influence over Lafayette. Eric took her away screaming the next night when she was told the bad news. She didn't even get to see Sookie much less smell her. No one asked where she was being taken and no one cared. Now, the lovers were attempting to enjoy the bliss of being a couple. For a week Tara spent every evening at Pam's consummating their relationship, barely talking, which was fine with her. Tonight, however, Pam wanted to change the dynamic and talk.

Pam placed her hands on her hips, "I always thought it was stupid for a vampire to get married. You have eternal life, why waste on one partner?

Tara leaned back sitting on her feet. "And now?"

"Now , you're in my life and I…..we don't know anything about each other."

"We have eternity to figure it out," the immortal helped.

"That's not the point."

Tara looked down at the ring then up into the eyes of the woman she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The ring wasn't going anywhere. The blond was just voicing her concerns about the longevity of their relationship.

"Do you want a wedding?"

"No," she rushed out quickly. "This," she held up the hand holding the ring, "just came too fast for me. I don't believe in love at first sight. When I first saw you I wanted to eat you."

"I wanted to eat you too," Tara added with a smile.

Pam rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Tara nodded understanding that they barely had one date. It was an adjustment for two people who knew only the single and sometimes lonely life. Tara had adapted and accepted the will of the ring, because she knew how deeply she felt for the blond. She hadn't imagined that Pam was having a difficult time accepting it all, especially after the vow. The immortal wanted to be understanding, but she couldn't help the anger rising inside her at the thought of Pam wanting to fight her feelings. It was an unnecessary fight she was going to lose, but she was determined and Tara didn't have the energy for it.

Getting off the bed she found her pants and put them on.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Dressing, I've got a job in States and my plane leaves at eight in the morning."

Pam's eyes narrowed at the unexpected news. "When were you going to tell me you were leaving?"

Tara looked around for her phone, "I wasn't," she turned to Pam, "I wasn't because I hadn't planned on going. But, you need time and I'm going to give you that."

Pam frowned at Tara's jerky movements as she searched for her phone. Pam eyed it under her bra. The blond tightened her robe, but didn't offer the location of the phone.

"You're going to leave me?"

Tara was becoming agitated now. On her knees on the floor she looked around chewing the inside of her lip as she wondered where it could be. She lost track of it regularly whenever she and Pam were together. She didn't mind losing things around Pam least of all time. Though, being around the sometimes impossible blond was making it hard to enjoy her company.

"Look, you were right. I know how you feel about magic, and if the ring isn't enough, then when I come back you can figure out how you're really feeling."

The prospect of Tara didn't sit well with Pam. She didn't know how to say the words. Every combination in her head, sounded inadequate. The words that might best fit this situation, which could even fix it, were three words she wasn't ready to say. Instead she started toward the perturbed thief still searching for her phone.

She rested her hand on the top of her head closing it until it was a fist, but not tight enough to cause the immortal discomfort. She pulled and Tara followed by rising up to her knees face to face with a partially open robe, exposing the milky white skin of her lover. Tara leaned forward kissing her stomach. Her hands came up under her robe to cup her buttocks, and knead it gently as she left a wet trail leading to Pam s center. Pam encouraged with a hand rubbing Tara's scalp and lightly pushing her lower.

The vampire's right hand shot out to brace herself on the bed post opposite of the one she was leaning on. Tara pulled her left leg over her shoulder and the immortal began rub her center with the right, with her left hand holding on to Pam's derriere.

"Oh," she moaned.

Pam wouldn't last long in this position. Eventually she would pull away and urge Tara up to her as she sat on the bed legs still trembling from Tara's touch. The immortal dove into with a taut tongue teasing her juicy opening. Her right finger stroked Pam's clit between two fingers. Tara took care to be slow and purposeful. Pam's whimpers were deliciously desperate. Tara just wanted to take her time. Pam was extremely impatient and usually when her dark skinned lover, decided to take her time it involved.

She opened her legs as wide and they could go. They still didn't feel wide enough. Tara's torturous care was making it hard to keep her mouth open. Her moans were needy high pitched notes. Her fingers bit into the mattress passed the sheets and her toes curled.

"Right there, right there," she repeated the phrase at first a command it graduated to a mantra in a slow moan. This pleasure was the only pleasure she wanted to know. Juices greeted Tara's persistent tongue, a slow and perfect release.

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Pam wasn't sure what she thought she might accomplish. She had just wanted to feel close to the immortal. The conversation had gotten to deep for her tastes. Had she expected her stay while she muddled through her feelings? She wasn't opposed to the idea and a small part of her felt betrayed that Tara thought the best solution was to run.

The morning after she woke up in her underground bedroom with a note, it was brief considering all that needed to be said was said the night before. Tara had taken the job in the States. She didn't know how long it would take, but she promised to return and hopefully Pam could have some idea of what she wanted. If the vampire wanted a wedding it would be the largest, most expensive wedding ever, as long as it made her happy. If she still couldn't reconcile with what the ring saw, then that would be a bridge they crossed if they came upon it.

The letter felt incomplete at the end. Pam felt almost disappointed she didn't see 'I love you' before Tara's name.

She stretched out on her bed dropping her head onto the pillow where she could still smell Tara.

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Before you readers start in on me, I am CONTEMPLATING a sequel since this ending is a little lax, even for me. I'm taking a break from writing for a week (maybe two) and then I'll start on Denouement Part II. Thanks for reading and reviewing.