Lullaby
The next few days in the Beaufort-Thornton household passed without incident. Having discovered the potent, sleep-inducing effect of B Pos on their frequently restless young ward, Pam and Tara kept it stocked to the brim in their home's cellar and ready for the girl's feedings. It had the distinction of being the only blood type that kept her satisfied throughout the night.
And, as an added benefit, a drink before bedtime seemed to alleviate the anxiety the toddler had about sleeping alone. A warm bottle of B+ and a choo choo train nightlight had become the couple's personal saviors. No longer were they relegated to quiet quickies in the staircases, showers, and closets of their own home.
They still had them, of course, but it was by choice rather than necessity.
A contented look on her face, Tara emerged from the Metro station nearest her house with preternatural swiftness. Public transportation was generally useless to one who could almost break the sound barrier on foot, but the vampire utilized it whenever she wanted a little time to catch up on her reading. She'd left work early to make a stop off at the Underground for supplies, before heading home to relieve Pam of yet another night of babysitting duty. She was both amazed and relieved that her partner wasn't chewing her out over taking care of the baby vamp alone for the fifth night that week.
If Tara hadn't already exhausted her paid leave, she would've stayed with her instead. Pam, on the other hand, had a manager, security…and Ginger, to look after the Underground while she was away. And there was no point in making drastic career changes for a temporary arrangement. At least that's what Tara told herself in the days leading up to her meeting with Yon's mother.
After weeks of co-parenting a baby vamp, Tara could scarcely see how a single human could manage. It was difficult enough for two vampires to take care of the supercharged toddler. But that didn't mean the mother should be denied a relationship with her child, did it? Money was essential when caring for a baby who consumed about four hundred dollars worth of food every single day, but love had to count for something.
Despite her reasoning, Tara was far from eager to see the toddler go. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to make Yon a permanent addition to her life. She'd always dreamed of having children. Even though she seriously doubted her ability to be a halfway decent mother to them. She wasn't an abusive drunk turned bible-bashing hypocrite, but she was sure she'd screw up in one way or another. Tara's maternal aspirations died when she did, however.
Or so she thought.
To her surprise, she was once again considering a future with a child-a perpetual child, but a child nonetheless. It was a pipe dream, she reasoned. For her partner, who loathed the very notion of motherhood and found children as revolting as wearing polyester, deserved just as much say in the matter as she did.
To her credit, the infamously caustic vampire had proven to be as capable a caregiver to the toddler as Tara. She was far from affectionate, but she was nowhere near as apathetic as she let on. She cared for the girl in her own little way. Even though she tried her best not to show it.
Still, Tara didn't expect her to accept being a surrogate mommy much longer. Pam loved her enough to accommodate the toddler in the interim. Of this, Tara was certain. A permanent arrangement, however, was an entirely different ballgame.
Approaching the quiet street where her house stood, Tara pushed the depressing thoughts to the back of her mind. From the corner, she could see a young man carrying boxes into her front door. Speeding ahead, she entered the foyer of the house and found the hallway packed with more boxes. She soon heard Pam in the sitting room.
"Did you set them for five-Where I can see you, Erica!"
Tara scoffed at the name. She swore Pam chose it just to piss her off. Her annoyance soon faded when she realized the toddler had run out of Pam's view solely to come and meet her.
"Hey, baby girl," Tara greeted the toddler with a big grin. Setting down the chilled box of B Pos on the floor, she scooped her up and kissed her on the cheek.
"How touching."
"Don't get salty," Tara said, after looking up to find Pam watching them from the sitting room archway with her arms crossed. "I got enough to go around," she finished, stepping forward to greet her properly.
The picture of disinterest, the baby vamp laid her head along the curve of Tara's neck and stared into space as her caregivers did what they seemed to always be doing whenever they thought she wasn't looking.
"What's with all the empty boxes," Tara asked after she reluctantly withdrew her lips from Pam's. "We movin'?"
"I bought a few things for the house."
"A few?"
Tara's amused expression grew incredulous. She was now convinced Pam and Yon were in on a joint conspiracy to buy everything pink in London. Just the other night, she found the baby playing in a box packed with ten sets of the same pink velour sweat suit.
"All done," a man's voice called out from upstairs as another vampire in coveralls emerged from the sitting room. Tara's eyes narrowed as she looked to Pam for an explanation. Her partner merely gestured with the tilt of her head, a silent command.
Go see for yourself.
While Pam dismissed the contractors she'd hired, Tara ventured up the winding staircase with the toddler still on her hip. Reaching the second floor landing, she caught the strong scent of freshly dried paint wafting from the fourth floor and kept climbing. Bypassing the door to the master suit, she went straight to the room where the smell was the strongest. Entering, she was shocked at what she found. The space Pam previously fashioned into an office was now anything but.
Tara felt as though she'd stepped onto the set of a liberally budgeted BBC period film.
Their were touches of Victorian design in their bedroom, guestrooms, terrace room, and the wood paneled library, but nothing in the home looked like the ornately designed nursery she stepped into. From the colorful crewelwork pillows and accents to the lavish window treatments, the room was a fairytale come to life.
More than that, it was the Pam's nostalgic tales of her human childhood made manifest.
"Mine?" the toddler asked sweetly, point her stubby finger at an elaborate Corsican canopy crib, laden with layer upon layer of frilly champagne and primrose colored linens.
Tara was too engrossed with thinking about the implications of the room to see what the girl was talking about. Pam had made it clear on several occasions that she saw Yon's presence as a momentary inconvenience. It didn't make sense that she would do something so permanent for her.
"Mine?" the girl chirped again, before gently cupping Tara's face to get her attention.
Tara smiled and pretended to munch on the girl's tiny hands. She felt horrible at the prospect of taking her away from the newfound stability she and Pam were providing for her. Perhaps she no longer had to.
Not content to stay idle in Tara's arms, the toddler squirmed until she was set down. Bypassing a painted rocking horse and a dollhouse, she sat at a tiny table with a tiny copper tea set.
"Hmm," the baby vamp hummed, offering Tara an imaginary cup of tea.
Taking a seat on the floor at the low-lying table, the elder vampire took the cup and pretended to drink. The last time she'd had pretend tea was in Adele Stackhouse's kitchen. It had been her best-friend Sookie's idea to use her grandmother's fine china for their child's play, but they'd both gotten chastised for it when she found out.
"Well, this is nauseatingly English," Pam commented as she strolled in and looked about the room.
"You do realize you decorated this, don't you?"
"Lapse in judgment," Pam explained with a shrug. "Anyway, I brought something real to drink."
Tara's eyes darted from the single baby bottle to Pam.
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
"I'm hungry, too," Tara complained childishly. Though she always pretended to hate when Pam fussed over her, she secretly loved that her maker would bring her blood and the occasional human around to her to make sure she was well fed.
"You're a big girl, go feed yourself."
"You make a terrible housewife," Tara grumbled, only half joking. She really was hungry.
"Thank you," Pam replied, smiling as if her progeny had just given her the sweetest compliment she'd ever heard. She then handed the bottle to Tara, who in turn set the warm serving of B+ down in front of the small toddler.
"Ready for bed, Yon?"
"No no no no no," the baby vamp fussed monotonously until she inadvertently shut herself up with the modified nipple of her bottle.
The couple knew from experience that it was only a matter of time before the girl got sleepy. Tara stood up to close the curtains, but stopped in her tracks as previously concealed shades descended slowly over the windows.
"I made a few improvements," Pam said simply.
While the baby vamp drank, Tara listened as Pam ran down all of the extra measures she'd taken to baby vamp proof the house. The shades in the nursery were set descend 2 hours before dawn; all of their shatterproof windows were now slathered with clear UV blocking liquid lightight, which was apparently a step up from the UV blocking film that had been applied to the glass when the house was first renovated.
The third floor guest room was now a playroom that would put most local toy stores to shame. The storybook wallpaper in the nursery was stain proof, the pink and cream colored damask rug was not - but she'd brought two for when the girl inevitably ruined the first - and the abundant baby pink drapes flanking the toddler's crib could be used as yet another measure to block out sunlight.
By the time Pam finished, her progeny was both impressed and confused. On the verge of asking why she'd gone through all the trouble when Yon could be leaving them in a matter of weeks, Tara was cut off by the toddler's impromptu announcement.
"No more," she breathed, outstretching her empty bottle in Pam's direction.
"You're so lucky Tara likes you," Pam commented as she took the girl's leftovers and turned to leave.
"Let's clean you up," Tara said, taking the girl in her arms and shuttling her over to the dressing table where a box of baby wipes sat. "Get you ready for bed."
"No bed," the toddler protested as Tara cleaned her blood red lips with a baby wipe.
"No bed, no bedtime story," Tara told the girl. "And I know you want a story."
The words seemed to register with the baby vamp. She quickly grew quiet while her official storyteller sat them down and grabbed a book.
Settling onto a pale floral canapé, Tara took a book off a nearby side table and rolled her eyes at the title on the cover.
Go the Fuck to Sleep
"Of course she would," Tara muttered, putting Pam's cheeky purchase aside.
Twisting around in Tara's lap, the baby vamp looked up at her with concern and pointed at the book she'd just discarded.
"I'm gonna tell us another story," Tara reassured before regaling the girl with a tale about a peacock named Lafayette, a butterfly named Sookie, and a pig named Jason living on a crazy farm called Bon Temps. It wasn't long before Tara felt the tell tale heaviness of the toddler's head slumping against her arm. Like clockwork, she thought as she carried the child over to her new bed and carefully laid her down.
She couldn't help but linger near the crib. Everything about the peaceful sight before her set her at ease and made her former day-to-day today concerns seem a trifle. Had it not been for Pam summoning her, Tara would have been content to stand watch over the baby vamp. Thinking an emergency had spurred her maker to call her in such a seldom utilized manner, she all but flew out of the nursery.
Tara found Pam safe and sound in their basement chamber, along with a half-naked man cuffed to the ceiling.
"Really, Pam?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise."
"You kinky bitch," Tara said pointedly, staggered by all the new additions to the once understated room. A swing, a stripper pole, and hanging restraints were among the tamest.
"My other half," Pam casually explained to her muscular captive with an understated nod in Tara's direction.
"Your what," the human choked out excitedly, looking to the sexy blonde for answers. She instead rolled her eyes at him and looked to the alluring woman who'd just run in. He prayed she would be joining them.
"I thought we could use a few toys of our own," Pam explained, letting her finger drift along the stripper pole. "Care to play?"
"Get rid of the human," Tara replied, smirking mischievously.
"That human is your dinner." Pam said, sounding wounded that Tara didn't appreciate the meal she'd gone through absolutely no trouble to procure.
Dinner? The human blanched at the words. He wanted to be a cougar's sex toy, not a vampire's meal.
"Pardon me for interrupting but I thought we were going to-"
"Fuck?"
"Well…"
Tara snickered at the presumptuous man, who was about as appetizing to her as canned ham. She watched aptly as Pam slinked over to her quarry.
"Have I mislead you in some way? Did I imply I was some horny, neglected trophy wife with too much time and money on her hands, just aching for some young, virile delivery boy to satisfy me while the hubby's away? …Or are you an idiot who watches way too much porn?"
The human squirmed, at loss for an answer that wouldn't get him eaten alive.
"I…"
"Just as I suspected," Pam remarked, unsheathing her fangs in the process.
Watching from afar, Tara couldn't tell whether the human was more horny or horrified.
"You're—you're both—"
"Vampire, yes, very observant."
"Get rid of him," Tara called out to Pam, growing bored of watching her lover toy with the hapless young man.
"Baby," Pam drawled, sweetly imploring her partner to stop being such a killjoy and let her torture innocents in peace.
"Pam.."
"Fine!"
The human thanked every deity he could remember just before his world went dark.
He awoke sometime later to find himself standing half-dressed on a street he didn't recognize without any recollection of why he was on it. He was distinctly aware of his delivery van, car keys, a raging stiffy, an almost paralyzing fear of busty blonde women, and a pervading sense of sexual inadequacy.
"Before dawn would be nice," Pam teased from her position beneath Tara's deliciously firm body.
You gotta be fucking kidding.
Fighting through her sex-induced stupor, Tara undulated her hips into Pam as fast as she could, faster than even most vampires were capable. Any faster and she might disrupt the space-time continuum. But not before she came spectacularly hard.
Tara tried to stave off the inevitable, tried to refocus her thoughts; on the visit they had with Yon's mother the next evening, on the U.S. budget deficit; on anything but the honeyed sensation of Pam's swollen lips engulfing her pulsing clit, of sliding against her slick flesh.
It was an exercise in futility. So scorching was the friction between them that their normally cool bodies felt hot to each other's touch.
She was so not going to last.
"Harder," Pam moaned, reaching up to palm Tara's breasts before arching her back and hips in an effort to get even closer to her.
Oh, fuck you.
Readjusting herself between her lover's thighs in a flurry of movement, Tara roughly lifted Pam's left leg and held it in place over her right shoulder, spreading her wide until she felt the intoxicatingly pleasurable sensation of their coupling. Long nails scratched Tara's right thigh, drawing blood and marking them briefly.
So it's like that now?
Accepting the challenge, Tara drove herself harder and faster than either she or Pam thought her capable. Pam's demands and outcries grew infrequent. Her intense, challenging gaze became unfocused and tender. Tara knew it was only a matter of time. One of the only times the outspoken vamp didn't have anything to say was when she was getting fucked exactly the way she liked.
Thought so.
Tara was already doing a mental victory dance when she felt a familiar sensation overtake her with an intensity that left her momentarily paralyzed. Undulating slowly through the aftershocks of her climax, she felt Pam tense up before falling limply back onto the bed.
The more experienced vamp had probably been waiting for her all along, but Tara was beyond caring. Gently lowering Pam's leg from her shoulder, she allowed herself to collapse beside her.
Their marathon sex had proven a useful distraction to their impending meeting with Allison and the unspoken conversation they both wanted to have about the baby vamp's future, but it was all she could think about in the aftermath.
"Pam," Tara began tentatively.
It was now or never.
Receiving no answer, she looked over at Pam to find her asleep in that ethereal pose she favored. The siren song of dawn was sounding in Tara's ears, drowning out her thoughts and beckoning her to follow her satisfied lover.
She gave into it fitfully.
Soooo, I've been having technical difficulties + I broke my glasses while trying to fix said difficulties, so I figured I'd throw this up here before I can't get on my laptop again. It was going to be much longer, but I'll just throw the rest into a 4th and final chapter when I can. I'll start a new story in this series at some point.
To the person who said they could do with more M, I disregarded my delicate sensibilities just for you.
To those who dig/dislike the kid *waves* She could be a bb stone cold killah at age 2000 in the next story or a squishy ball of cute. Remember that...or not, whatever.
Is Pam a bad housewife? How young is too young to use a stripper pole? Was Tara a jerk for not eating the delivery guy? Hit me up. I always enjoy hearing what you guys have to say.
Oh yeah, the title is a reference to a song I used to love as a kiddie by this old punk band called Blatz.
Thanks for the reviews, as always.