A/N: The night two forces of nature collide. The effect is a Lemon Storm!
TARA POV
I sat alone at the bar listening to the depressing country music played on the jukebox, longing for my shift to end.
How long does it take for a broken heart to heal? And then I realized, how selfish I am for only thinking of myself, causing me to spiral deeper into my depression. My eyes stung as I fought back the tears, a cascade of thoughts flooded in, shame and self-loathing define me. I seem to get myself into one disaster after another. I only wish I could have been there for him. I wish I could have helped him. But how could I- I can't even help myself. Still, I should have been the one to die, not him. That evil thing that called herself Maryann showed up because of me.
Breaking me from my thoughts of a man walked over to me... at least he was a man, I knew he was a vampire and usually, that would put me off, but I just didn't give a shit anymore.
"How are you tonight, he asked me, and I took notice of his unique features and foreign accent.
"I wish I were dead," I told him the truth, despite my better judgment. I told a total stranger I wanted to die. A vampire no less. His response was not what I expected. He told me he was happy that he could no longer feel the pain of being alive and the pain was the only feeling about being human that he would never miss. He began to scope the bar as I served him a True Blood. I needed some fresh air and a drink of my own so I headed to the back with my bottle in hand. Not sure why, but I could feel him watch me as I walked away.
I sat on a milk crate and began to drown my sorrows. I wasn't feeling any better, but I sure was getting drunk. I watched two drunken rednecks stumble out of the bar; they didn't even notice me, as they stumbled over to the raggedy pick-up truck parked less than a yard away.
They were talking about the night Eggs died.
"This is where Andy shot that nigger down right here!" One of them said. The other cackled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his little red pecker. He was pissing on the very spot my lover was slaughtered!
I had enough. There was no way in hell I was going to let them get away with that shit. I placed my bottle of Wild Turkey crate, got right in their faces and told those sons' bitches how I felt.
"You racist pieces of shit!"
I don't remember what the asshole said back to me, but it was not an apology. Before my brain could stop my fist, I punched the one who was in arms reach square in the jaw. I was about to take care of the other one but the vampire from the bar appeared out of vampire moved so fast, all I could see most of the time was a blur, I could smell his incredible cologne and hear a swish noise as he passed me. He hit one of them so hard, his head slammed into a truck and he was out cold. In an instant, he was gripping the other redneck by the arms, holding the smelly drunk within arm's reach.
"Oh yous a fang-banger!" The hillbilly slurred, looking at me with pure hatred.
"Apologize to the lady," The vampire said with that thick British accent.
"Fuck YOU!" The stupid son of a bitch shouted, spit spraying out, so I punched him.
The look on the vampire's face was curious, to say the least. His light blue eyes lit up and he smirked mischievously, and I found it all breathtakingly sexy. So I punched the racist turd again. The dark haired vampire growled with his mouth open and fangs clicked, all the while holding the bastard, who would have fallen otherwise. I punched him again and he moaned in pleasure, encouraging me to vent my anger, to release my frustration. So I kept punching again and again until my fist ached and my body felt weak.
Soon, the fact of what I had just done came crashing in, and just like that, I started to cry. I cried uncontrollably. He dropped the unconscious douche and neared me with his long fangs showing. I took in a ragged deep breath and stood my ground, knowing there is no way I could outrun him, I was sure he was going to kill me. What he did next caught me off guard; he pulled me into him and hugged me. His embrace was strong, firm and his coolness of his skin felt wonderful on that hot balmy night. His cool hand traced my jawline, and with his thumb, he began wiping my tears. Without thinking I closed my eyes, I was sure he was trying to get me comfortable so he could go in for the kill. I was still frozen in fear, bracing myself for the pain. I didn't expect him to speak and what he said took me by surprise.
"Someone is leaving the bar, we should go and let them find these two." I didn't hear anything, and although the expression on his face was sincere enough; I know looks can be deceiving, especially with vampires. With a hiss, he retracted his fangs and that's when I began to hear faint voices in the background. He was right, someone was coming. The situation was odd; he seemed truly concerned for me.
But why..? I know better, people always want something...
"I'll be fine, you should leave." The truth was I didn't know what I was gonna do. I was just going to run...where I have no idea. I didn't want to go to Lafayette house, my cousin has all types of strange people and activities going there. If I go to my mamma's house, I may end up in another fight if she's drunk. I didn't want to be all alone at Sookie's house either. Who knows who may show up there and I was afraid that I might drink myself into a coma with all the whiskey left around there. I needed to escape, clear my head if only for the night. I knew I was risking a lot putting my trust in a vampire, but I decided to take a chance. The only way my life could get any worse at this point is if I got myself killed.
"Are you sure." He asked I'm sure my uncertainty was written all over my face.
"Well, I'm not quite ready to go home yet. Do you have someplace we could go?"
He smiled at me with that sexy devilish smirk, "Follow me," he said and we walked a few yards across the parking lot to a black older style muscle car. It fit him. I didn't even ask where he was taking me, I really didn't give a damn; any place was better than here. In the car, he placed his hand on my leg. It was confirmation what he wanted. I kind of wanted it too, so I placed my hand on top of his.
We ended up having mind blowing sex at a cheap motel at the edge of town.
FRANKLIN POV
I wanted nothing more than to successfully complete my assignment and leave this godforsaken town. Why anyone would choose to live here is beyond me. Luckily I got a lead from the file I found in the Compton house and decided to follow up on it. I scanned the room to see if there was a blonde waitress walking the room. There was none so I decided to ask the pretty barmaid sitting behind the bar. She must have been on a break because she looked deep into her thoughts. I felt duty-bound to know what was on her mind.
The answer she gave was not what I expected. I figured she was tired of working in this utterly depressing place, but someone so young, so beautiful contemplating death truly intrigued me. She took my order and handed me a True Blood. I watched her lovely figure walk away as I took a drink of the synthetic blood. It was truly repugnant, I'd rather feed off rats than drink this rubbish.
As I sat at the bar contemplating my next move, a red-haired waitress and I use the term loosely, her hair color was appallingly unnatural, passed me. She gave me a glare of pure malevolence. I knew then that I was not getting any more information for my report from here.
I placed my money on the bar and left.
I was halfway to my car when I heard the voice of the pretty barmaid I had briefly conversed with. She was yelling, screaming at someone, so I went to see what the matter was. To my surprise, she was in a confrontation with two men twice her size. One of them cursed at her and the other said some pretty nasty things too. I could smell the alcohol on them from here. Without hesitation, I went to her aid. It was two drunk men against one little lady after all. I slammed one of the men against a truck, I heard his nose break against the metal, and that was all we'd hear from him tonight. The other human was much more stubborn, so I dealt with him accordingly.
Just when I thought the night would be a total bore, it suddenly became much more fun.
I could only imagine how she's been treated living in a town like this. She needed retribution. I forced the maggot to apologize; fortunately, he refused and needed to be taught a lesson.
I love teaching lessons!
I looked at those big brown eyes of hers and encouraged her to release that anger she has bottled up inside her sexy little body.
No need to hurt herself when she can hurt others instead.
To my delight, she did just that. I could feel the power in her punch as I had to work at keeping the pathetic git on his feet. My new friend punched him hard, again and again, showing no mercy. I'm overwhelmed by her emotion, her sadness, and anger.
I cannot explain it; I want nothing more than to get to know her better.
She stood before me weeping, so beautiful, and so vulnerable. I drop dropped the asshole onto the gravel, stepping over him. I pulled her curvaceous little body into me and fought to gain control of my arousal. Her warm taut body felt incredible next to mine. I longed to tell her that I'm here for her now and no one will ever hurt her again. But I refrained. I could sense she was afraid of me, but to my delight she allows me to touch her face. Human tears still fascinated me after all these years
I felt them stream down my hand, and I almost lost myself to the overwhelming vision of her. I heard someone coming out of the back entrance of the bar. I asked the lady to come with me, hoping she would accept. She was hesitant but eventually agreed. We drove in silence to my motel. The air thick with sexual tension, yearning to be released.
They didn't even know each other's name when they walked into the room, still, no words were exchanged. His icy cerulean eyes gazed at her; leaving no doubt in her mind of what he wanted.
She wanted it too.
She slipped her hands up along his rib-cage, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged it off as she pulled his t-shirt out of his trousers anxiously. Her hands splayed out across his muscular chest eagerly, brushing over his nipples and making him moan.
When her dark eyes met him again, she saw such tenderness and desire in them that if she had not already been of a mind to make love to him, she would have been convinced instantly.
She turned her back to him and removed her blouse and he unhooked her bra. She slowly turned her topless body back to him. He stood there admiring her pert breast. He unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down to the floor all the while caressing her out of her jeans. She made their way to the bed and found him right behind her. His hands covered her breasts before she had even lay back against the bed, she would have chuckled at his sudden eagerness, but the urge to laugh was gone in a heartbeat. She moaned out loud at the sensation of lips and tongue against her breast. The wild black waves of his hair tickled her chin as he slid kisses up along her collarbone to find her throat.
He could not believe how wonderful she felt, he could not remember the last time he felt this good. She was perfect to him and he wanted to make her his. He could hardly contain himself.
Suddenly, Franklin stood up once more, backing away from her and she licked her lips in anticipation, she watched him shimmy out of his boxers. She reached for him, pulling him down on top of her, wrapping her arms and legs around him and holding him as close as she could.
He kissed her again, much more slowly than she expected. It was a long, drawn out lingering kiss which swept away all thought. She thought he would taste like blood, but was delighted that he tasted sweet. It reminded her of strawberries. When their mouths parted she was panting for air, her belly and thighs burned up with the simmering need that his kiss had caused.
Their bodies were moving against one another in a rhythm which was speeding up steadily. She could feel him, so hard, despite the two thin layers of cotton still separating them. The length of his shaft denied entrance, pressed up against her on the outside; rubbing up against her clitoris and driving her crazy. She held on tight to him, grasping his shoulders so tightly that he fingernails began to sink into the skin. She was ready to beg him, but her voice would not come to her. All she could do was cling to him.
He pulled away, leaving her dazed and dizzy against the mattress, her braids spread out around her. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him with sensuality in her eyes, and even though she was watching him she was taken by arousing when his fingers slipped under the cotton of her panties to graze over-sensitized skin. She whimpered at the intensity of the sensation. He urged her to lift her hips so he could slide the thin layer of satin off her body and leave her completely exposed to him.
When his strong fingers touched her again she cried out, her voice returning to her in full force suddenly as she felt her entire being sucked down into her core and then released in an explosion. She could hear herself crying out, though she couldn't form sensible words. As the ripples of her orgasm faded and slowed she ran her hands through his hair and whimpered, her body relaxing so much she might have melted into the mattress.
She didn't see him remove the last layer of clothing which separated them, but she felt him, naked, and throbbing as he settled between her legs again.
"Look at me."
She heard that brooding accented voice pleading to her and she opened her dark eyes and gazed up into his unique, sky blue eyes. She caressed the stubble on his jaw with the palm of her hands, keeping their eyes locked. Their faces hovered so close to one another that their lips brushed in a feathery kiss but never fully met.
She drew in a sharp breath as he pressed into her, moaning at the way she molded against him.
"Ohh...oh..."
Slowly, he slid in deeper and deeper until he was completely buried in her heat. Her hips lifting off the bed to meet him completely, still, she cradled his face, their eyes locked.
He began to move, pausing frequently at first because it was so overwhelming. They were both trembling. He moved against her and then pulled back, gliding into her again more easily, faster and faster. Her lips moving and no sound to be heard, her eyes fluttered, rolling back into her head, soon her hands gone from his face now to cling once again to his shoulders.
Using his vampiric speed, he changed their position in an instant, flipping her taut body over and gently placing her on her flat tummy. Entering her slowly, she cried out as she disappeared once again inside of herself. Her body drawn tight, every sensation sucked deep down inside of her and then released in a blinding explosion. She felt him swell inside of her, his beautiful voice caught in his throat as he came, deep inside of her. He clung to her as tightly as she clung to him for several long moments, their breath coming in pants and gasps. He could feel her heart slowly returning to a normal pace.
