A/N: Hello all my lovely lovely readers, I don't usually do this post publishing but I couldn't help it. I recently stumbled across some bits and pieces of this stored in my files and decided to re-write the final chapter. And also just because of the route the show is going, I was sort've hungry for some post-season 7 Tamela feels. So for those who've already read this story, you'll appreciate the new additions and those who are stumbling upon this for the first time, I hope you enjoy. Updates for Darkly Bright and Lifetime will be coming soon as well as some new one-shots to keep this ship alive. Buckner be damned.
Happy Reading!
Pam's lips trembled as Tara deftly divested her of the hooded sports jacket she wore. As soon as the fuchsia polyester material slipped past her shoulders, she shuddered as if she had a chill. But she wasn't cold. The sheer proximity of her progeny was affecting her body verily in a way that it never had before. And all the younger vampire had done was taken her jacket off. There was still the rest of her clothes to go, all the while that luxurious bed commanded attention from the center of the room.
The blonde took a couple steps away from her Child, a genuinely strained expression fixed upon her usually composed face.
"This is ridiculous Tara," Pam muttered breathily, "All this – this," she gestured wordlessly about the room for emphasis, "this fanfare is utterly unnecessary."
"You're scared," Tara murmured softly, scrutinizing her Maker with knowing obsidian eyes, "And that's all there is to it."
Pam huffed angrily, trying not to squirm under her progeny's penetrating gaze."Don't be stupid. I've been fucking since I learned what the purpose of my pussy was. I was a whore for damn near the majority of my human life. I've had countless of men and women in my bed for over a century. What the hell am I scared of now? Definitely not you."
Tara pointedly ignored the barb as she continued, "And how many of those 'countless men and women' besides Eric did you love?"
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't stutter."
"Sex is sex and love is love. The two are not synonymous." It didn't take a genius to see that she was avoiding the question and Tara certainly wasn't playing along just to protect her Maker's evident sensitivities.
"That wasn't what I asked and you damn well know it Pam. It ain't like you to beat around the bush. At the rate you're going you'll be pounding circles around the poor thing."
"Are we going to do this or not?" the blonde snapped waspishly, her brows furrowed as she turned away from Tara so fast her sea of golden waves was tossed over her shoulders, "There's just too much yapping and not enough leg spreading for my liking. If you want to fuck me, do it now and let's get it over with."
While Pam's tone was sharp, Tara knew her Maker well enough to know there was no true heat behind the words. Sparks of nervousness were shooting through the bond faster than the older vampire could shield them and this time Tara didn't inquire about the emotion. Taking her Maker's hands in her own, she offered the blonde a reassuring smile, giving the cool pale fingers in her ebony grasp a light squeeze as she closed the distance between them.
"I don't wanna fuck you Pam," she said softly though firmly, each word emphasized with a small step forward, slowly backing them up towards the bed, "And I definitely don't wanna just 'get it over with'. I wanna lose myself in you, know you like no other. I wanna feel your body roll and shake underneath mine while I'm watchin' them pretty blue eyes flutter in ecstasy." Tara shook her head as the backs of Pam's knees hit the edge of the bed and they both tumbled down onto its soft petal covered duvet. "That's not somethin' I can do with a quick 'let's just get this over with' fuck. No matter how many times I make you cum," she added with a dark chuckle.
Blood tears welled in Pam's eyes at the lascivious though poetic prose that fell from her progeny's lips. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever said to her. Eric had never been a romantic during their century together even when they had been intimate and before him she had been the Madame of a brothel. Her initiation into coital affairs had been anything but loving and the idea of making love; she had to admit was frightening in the sense that she had no idea how to go about sex in that particular regard and the unknown was something to be more than a little wary about. Especially when she loved the person with whom she was to do it as much as she loved Tara. With Eric, things had been different because their relationship had been different. But she could feel the sincerity behind Tara's words and she squeezed her progeny's hands with a soft smile.
"You're not going to start spouting Shakespeare and Marlowe quotes next, are you?" Pam muttered with a raise of a perfectly manicured brow, "Because as much as I'd love to be compared to the evening air and the beauty of the stars, I think we're both a little overdressed don't you?"
Tara kissed her then, flooding the bond with want and desire and underlying tones of love that were not usually present at times like these and Pam moaned, opening for her progeny almost at once. Their tongues met to dance the dance they had danced a thousand times but this kiss was laced with a slow burning intent that pulled low growls from both vampires as their lips moved over each other's, sucking, stroking, nipping, and teasing. Tara's hands were a blur of movement as she stripped her Maker down to her matching blood red bra and panties. Coffee stained eyes took in the arresting sight of flawless alabaster; a breathtaking living sculpture of a delicate neck, full creamy breasts, taut flat stomach, graceful flair of hips and legs that went on for days that would have surely made Aphrodite herself weep with envy.
And to think, it was all hers.
Her fangs dropped with a solid click as she attacked Pam's mouth once more, a feral growl escaping the confines of her throat as bee-stung lips parted with a wanton moan. But even as the blonde began to lose herself in the kiss, she wanted more. She wanted the feel of all that cool ebony skin on her, around her, inside her. With a sharp gasp she broke the kiss, deep blue eyes glowing with desire as they locked unwaveringly onto their deep brown counterparts. A plea shone within the depths of those shimmering sapphires that tugged desperately at the place where Tara's undead heart used to beat and a wave of emotion careened through the bond so strongly it made Tara hiss as her eyes welled up with blood tears.
"Don't worry baby," Tara said roughly as she struggled through the tumult of feelings raging within her, drawing a tender caress across a soft, lily white cheek, "I got you. And I'm always gon' have you 'til the True Death of me, I promise."
And had her she did. Nimble fingers aided with vampire speed unclasped the lace bra, peeling it from Pam's arms at a tantalizingly slow pace and tossing it over her shoulder. With a purr of appreciation, Tara captured a pebbled pink nipple between her lips and sucked in earnest, using her tongue to tease the tip as the fingers of her right hand rolled the other nipple between the pads of her night kissed digits. Pam arched into her progeny's touch with a soft cry; her head kicking back against the pillows as Tara hungrily suckled her breasts. A throbbing ache began to thrum at the meeting of her thighs and she whimpered like a starving kitten as an ebony hand trailed lazily over her torso down to the top of her panties where they lingered teasingly before brushing her lace clad center.
"Oh fuck," Pam gasped, bucking into Tara's hand as her fangs burst violently from their sheaths.
"Feels good don't it?" Tara drawled around Pam's nipple as she continued to stroke her Maker through the lace, relishing in the way the blonde rolled her hips desperately wanting more stimulation.
"Tara please," the blonde begged, pupils dilated with need, "Please, please…"
As much as Tara enjoyed hearing the breathless pleas spill from her Maker's lips, the scent of Pam's arousal was causing her head to spin and her own feminine flesh to quiver, verily the beast within her was pacing in impatience at being denied what it so very badly wanted and that was its mate.
With a snarl, Tara ripped the panties away so viciously, the tatters of the red lace were momentarily airborne before the fluttered down around them. Tara cupped Pam's center greedily and they both moaned at the contact.
"Damn," the younger vampire murmured against the column of her Maker's pale throat, "Wet enough to drown a bitch."
Pam's high pitched giggle in response morphed into a sharp cry of pleasure as Tara dove between her slick folds, entering her with two fingers that were immediately clenched in the vice grip of the blonde's throbbing walls. Pam's hips rolled as Tara set a leisurely pace, stroking her from within, slow and deep, drawing low moans from her throat with each thrust.
"Harder," she whimpered and Tara was helpless but to oblige, adding a third finger, the muscles in her arm flexing as she quickened the pace, allowing her thumb to rub a small bundle of nerves that quickly had Pam on the cusp of climax. She could tell in the way her Maker's sex quivered in rhythmic spasm, could tell in the way pale hands clutched desperately for some sort of foundation against the onslaught of the pleasure, could tell by the way her name spilled from bee-stung lips, a breathy mantra that shot straight to the sweet spot between her own legs. Oh yes, Pam was close and Tara knew just what would send her over the edge.
She struck with a feral growl and that was all it took. As her Maker's sweet blood filled her mouth, cascading down her throat, Pam gave a shudder, a squeal bursting from her lips as she came hard around Tara's still thrusting fingers, wave after wave of pleasure enveloping her, overwhelming her, coursing through the bond and the younger vampire moaned in earnest as she orgasmed in tandem.
Sapphire blue eyes peered blearily over into dark brown ones and a shy smile tugged at the corner of pale lips. "Don't look so pleased with yourself," Pam drawled even as she struggled to regain function of her limbs, "You kind of had me at a disadvantage."
"Oh did I?" Tara chuckled lowly, tracing patterns along cool pale skin, "Naw, I think you're just being a sore loser."
A spell of blissful silence passed between them then. The ebony skinned vampire's eyes cast downward momentarily as emotion flooded the bond, "I love you so much."
Pam shook her head, blood tears threatening to well up once more as she regarded her mate, the one she would have and for whom she had forsaken all others willingly.
"I love you more."