The next night, Tara and Pam were both sat on their respective coffins. Tara opened her mouth to say something, anything, but in a flash Pam was standing in between her spread thighs. Her breath hitched, as she looked down into stormy blue eyes.
"Who was that woman," Pam asked, leaning a little closer.
"Pam I-"
"Answer the fuckin' question Tara," Pam interrupted, eyes blazing.
"She's my ex, but we're still friends," Tara sighed.
"I wasn't aware friends shoved their tongues down each others throats, maybe I should get some friends," Pam drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Why is it any of your fuckin' business who I let shove their tongue down my throat," Tara spat, frustrated.
"It became my business when you kissed me in that fuckin' cell," Pam growled.
"Oh, now you admit that actually happened? I'm not your fuckin' play thing Pam, you know what? Forget it," Tara growled, moving Pam and heading for the stairs.
In a flash, Pam had Tara pinned to the wall. Tara hissed, fangs dropping into view. Pam ignored her and slammed their lips together, drawing a startled moan from Tara. In a matter of seconds, Tara had relaxed and pulled Pam closer by her hips. Pam groaned, tangling her fingers roughly into Tara's hair. Pulling away, Pam glared at Tara.
"You are mine," she hissed.
"I'm not your fuckin' pet, especially if you're gonna act like you have lately," Tara rebelled.
Pam growled, fangs dropping as she pushed Tara harder into the wall,"you are mine," she repeated, biting into her collarbone then drinking the flow of blood.
"God," Tara groaned as the fangs enter her flesh,"you're such a fuckin' bitch."
"That's hot," a voice from the stairs said, sounding smug.
Pam's head whipped up, then her eyes glared at a smirking Dylan.
"Pam don't," Tara tried to warn, but Pam was already across the room.
Pam went to strike her, but Dylan caught her hand mid swing. Shoving her away half heartedly, Dylan smirked at the shocked look on Pam's face. As Pam goes to try again, it's Tara that stops her. Pulling her back, she smiled slightly.
"Trust me Pam, you don't want to do that. She's way stronger then anyone I know," she breathed.
"I take it you haven't told her," Dylan said, smirk in play at Pam's growl.
"Pam, it was all fake. Calm the fuck down," Tara said, smiling slightly.
"You mean all that shit about you having sex in that idiots truck was fake," Pam asked, deathly calm.
"Oh that was all true... Good times," Dylan answered.
"Leave, now," Tara growled, holding on to a furious Pam.
Dylan leaves in a flash, her laugh echoing behind,"what the fuck is she," Pam growled, after she calmed down.
"Honesty, I'm not sure. When she came back to the states a few years back, she was just... different. She won't talk about it," Tara sighed.
Pam just grunted, pulling her closer so she can nibble on the hollow of her neck. Tara sighed, content to just stay in her makers arms. Pam slowly makes her way to her lips, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"We really need to talk about that biting shit you do," Tara grumbled, pulling her maker flush against her.
"Later, right now I need to go hunt down an olive skinned bitch and kick her ass for touching my girl," Pam grunted.
"Your girl?"
"Yes, MY girl," Pam growled, kissing her in a rare show of gentle affection.
Tara smiled, really smiled. She finally got her girl,and nothing was going to take her away.
"Now get that hot ass behind the bar," Pam smirked, smacking the mentioned body part.
"Yessum Missy Pam."
The end