A/N: A/U -Vampire Pam/Human Tara
Song: Lick - By Joi
I'll put my heels on for you baby
The ones that wrap all around my leg
Your every touch excites me
And damn I ain't too proud to beg
And even when you're not around me
The tingling just won't go away...
There was something about the way Tara moved her body that made it hard for Pam to breathe. It was only then that the two-hundred-year-old vampire had to remind herself she no longer needed too. Yet the feeling was being evoked by the petite, raven-haired beauty. This was Tara's third visit to Fangtasia and every time she walked into Pamela's sight she caused a tremor in the blonde vixen's dead heart.
The first time Pam encountered Tara, she had briefly patronized Fangtasia with a small group of people, the second time she accompanied Compton and his pet and stayed a little while longer. Pamela concluded that this time, the dark-skinned beauty had finally gathered the nerve to come alone. This pleased her and she almost fell apart into a moaning quivering mess as Tara paced seductively towards her. The pull of her leg muscles and the litheness of her gait as she decreased the distance between them pulled a primal feeling from deep within the former Victorian Madame.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Pam drawled, unable to suppress a feral grin from emerging across her plump ruby red lips.
"I need a drank." Tara drawled back, her almond eyes challenging her appraisal.
"So you drove to Shreveport" she scoffed, "I seem to recall you working at a dismal little establishment in the piss-pot you call a town."
"You know damn well vampires tore Merlotte's to pieces!"
Pamela shrugged. She'd heard about the latest series of supernatural catastrophes, but was indifferent to her sentiments, "Well, I'm sure you've noticed that the bar is closed." She tapped her long shiny red fingernails on the bar top waiting for Tara's snappy comeback.
"I guess I wasn't paying attention to the time, I'm used to going to happy hour," Tara mumbled.
"Happy hour…" Pamela mocked, "This is a vampire bar, does anything here look fucking happy to you..."
The spark of her insult riled the human which caused her heartbeat to accelerate. Pamela had to restrain herself, a painful exercise of repression, she thought.
Tara was not about to entertain her insults with a response.
"Pam, Can I have a drink or what?"
Pam's eyes flashed, the way Tara's lips moved were pornographic, the way she said her name, smooth and velvety like chocolate and silk. The leggy blond wanted her newly discovered human closer, so close that she did not know what to make of it.
"You're a bartender Tara, come around and make it your damn self."
"You ain't gotta tell me twice." Tara huffed while quickly making her way to the bar. As she did Pamela's gaze caught hers, steely and unblinking, Pam stifled a moan and her blood sang inside of her.
Tara swallowed hard and her heart felt as if it would leap out of her chest, but she'd be damned if she showed it. She reached up to the top shelf and grabbed the bottle of Dewar's whiskey and a tall shot glass. Tara carefully poured the golden liquid into the shot glass, filling it to the brim.
She slowly held it up to her lips, her brown eyes warmly peering into Pamela's icy blue ones as she held the shot glass close to her plump lips.
"Cheers." She said and tilted the shot glass back, gulping the liquor down in one swallow. She did it again two more times, all the while Pam stood motionless, her mind racing down various avenues of possibilities.
"Mmmmm...Thanks, "she sings, gliding her tongue across her lips. "I needed that."
Without an ounce of hesitation, the young woman stepped dangerously close to the vampire and their bodies began resonating in a harmonic symphony. Electricity shot through their bodies and the atmosphere became freshen with sensuality. Pam placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, her hand charged against Tara's warm bare skin. Tara leaned into her touch, pushing away the negative space between them. Pamela folded her arms around her, pulling Tara hard against the tautness of herself.
Just as the longing became unbearable, Pamela leaned in and kissed Tara. Their kiss was full of lust and longing, hard and soft at the same time, Pamela moaned helplessly as her fangs snapped out and Tara felt a euphoria of desire and anticipation at the thought of what was next. Pamela pressed Tara hard against the bar while Tara wrapped her legs around Pamela's slight waist.
The two became lost in each other, so lost that they did not notice Eric enter the room. The ancient vampire took a seat on his throne. His lust filled eyes watched in wonder as the dark-skinned beauty set his sexy progeny's soul alight.