Perhaps a dark place with a beautiful librarian hadn't been one of the best ideas for the evening. The cinema featured Monty Python's the Holy Grail. Thornton hadn't seen it in a long time and she couldn't live with herself if she let Sophie live another day without seeing it. The thief's intentions had been completely innocuous. Somewhere along the way, no not somewhere, a distinct touch had sparked an unshakeable awareness than an extremely beautiful woman was sitting beside her.
The touch, to her knowledge, didn't look premeditated. Pale hands brushed against hers as it sought out popcorn. Thornton stood up suddenly.
"Where are you going?" Sophie whispered in concern as Pam smiled inside at Thornton's predicament. Earlier out in the open air the thief seemed to have the upper hand. But, Pam knew her body, and the power that came with a strategically crossed leg or the delicate, unnecessary moan, shifting in her seat to get comfortable warranted. Thornton was defenseless. Then a thought struck her. What was she going to do about it?
She knew about the immortals past a little. She'd fallen face first in a pool of love and to keep herself from drowning and dying she found immortality. What did it have to do with her breaking into her home? It was hard to keep on task when the other woman controlled or attempted to control every aspect of their interaction. She commanded the conversation easily and without even realizing Pam fell into step every time as if every move had been calculated and accounted for.
She turned her head to the growing pile of popcorn in the seat beside her. She didn't want clue Thornton in on her true nature just yet. For now, she owned the element of surprise. The blond would use spring it on her when she least expected it. Though, she felt there was still more to Thornton that needed to be learned before Pam came out to play.
She adjusted her glasses smiling slightly when Thornton joined her again.
"Are you okay?" she asked with mock sympathy.
Thornton nodded. Leaning away from the blond her fingers sat under her nose to lessen the sweet aroma of her perfume from flooding the dam of pent up frustration. Where had this come from? She twisted in her seat determined to keep her fingers where they were. Her elbow dug into the arm of the chair.
Pam smirked. Clearing her throat she returned to the movie. When Thornton had returned Pam relinquished the bag of popcorn. Now it sat between Thornton's legs barely touched because both women had things on their mind that didn't involve that type of snack. Killing the smiled that played on her lips Pam's hands went blindly into the bag. On the way out she dragged her fingers along the side dropping her bounty in Thornton's lap.
"Oh," her other hand came to her mouth like it was the worst offense anyone could commit, "I'm so sorry," Pam's hands dove to Thornton's center. The lack of warning and the sensitive state of awareness Thornton jerked upward into the hand. If she didn't know any better she would have thought the librarian's hand closed around it.
Sitting again with a hand cover her person both eyes looked blankly at the bag on the floor and the popcorn littering the floor.
"Oops," Thornton whispered.
"Are you okay," Pam reached out holding in a smiled when Thornton flinched from her touch.
"Fine," she rushed. "Fine, never better actually. Are you enjoying the movie?"
Pam thought about the answer before she purses her lips and shook her head guiltily.
"It's a classic," Thornton half whined confused by Sophie's admission.
"It's not my cup of tea," she admitted standing. She started down the aisle knowing Thornton would follow.
"Is this what I have to look forward to?" she heard the dark skinned woman asked when she caught up to her in the lobby. Thornton held the door open for her.
The blond frowned in question.
"Walking out when you're bored of something."
"Are you implying that someday I'll be bored with you?"
"I'm saying it's a distinct possibility," Thornton offered. She brushed her hand on the back of Sophie's but decided against the action. She barely made it out of the theatre intact. What was the point of punishing herself further?
"But not a certainty huh?"
The dark haired woman smirked about to answer until she felt her phone vibrate. She intended to ignore it and start up again until the buzzing became insistent. "Hold that thought," Thornton answered the phone walking away from the blond.
Where could one go wrong with exceptional hearing?
Pam turned her back to Thornton when the dark skinned woman started turning in her direction again. She spoke quietly. It was obvious she wasn't interested in her conversation being overheard. But, Thornton had broken into her home for a reason, maybe this call would give Pam answers.
"Not yet."
The person on the other line talked for a while.
"I will."
The tone audibly changed. They weren't happy with Thornton's lackadaisical answers. After the voice rose Thornton didn't stay on the phone much longer hanging up while they were in midsentence.
"Taking calls…if that's a sign of someone bored I don't know what is," Pam started when Thornton took her hand unconsciously.
Putting the phone away she shook the conversation out of her head, "business," she didn't offer more than that.
"Stressful business."
The dark haired woman shrugged, "you know rich people. Spoiled always wanting what they want when they want it. They're children at heart in the worst kind of way."
Sophie wouldn't know many rich people and Pam's answer said as much. Thornton seemed relieved by this news her spirit visibly brightening. As if knowing someone rich would taint the quaint picture the thief found herself taking pleasure in immensely.
"You're not missing anything," Thornton pulled her hand away, but Pam tightened her grip when she felt the other woman slipping away.
"You don't like British comedy—"
"I didn't say that. Monty Python isn't my cup of tea," Pam interrupted. The Sophie in her head most likely appreciated Monty Python's humor. Though, there would have to be a good reason for her to walk out the way she did. It almost seemed like too much of the vampire. "Besides I'm sure you can do better than a grade school date."
"What gives you that impression?"
"That first edition you stole for me."
"Oh yea, how are you liking that?"
"I love it. Actually you should come to my room."
Thornton stopped in her tracks. Pam stopped a few steps after looking back at the shocked woman.
"Are you trying to seduce Ms. Marx?"
Pam tilted her head oddly. Is this what Sophie would do?
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The hotel was vampire friendly. Metal sheets covered the windows at a set time and could only be unlocked by a special code only the guest knew. Pam liked that feature especially. She heard stories of unlucky vampire meeting the true death due to technical mistakes. It was a pr nightmare for the hotels responsible which made it that much easier to choose the hotels with the better technology and reputation.
The elevator ride was slow and silent. If she didn't know better she might think Thornton was nervous. Her rapid heartbeat—the way she drummed her thigh through her pocket, the thief hadn't taken her hands out since they entered the lobby. Now elevator music dampened the mood and all Pam wanted to do was punch her hand directly through to the cable connection and rip it out.
The room was always listed under the name of Sophie Marx whenever she was in town. The staff knew her face. She hoped no one would go out of their way for her when she entered the lobby. Fortunately there were plenty of customers to keep them too busy to notice one of their most valued clients. She was a simple librarian how would she explain the extra attention? It was bad enough Thornton's eyes trailed over every item with value adding their price up in her head coming to a foreseen conclusion that would require explanation in the safe confines of her room.
"Nice place," Thornton observed sticking close to the door as Pam made herself comfortable. She made certain to eat before starting her charade. If not the reveal wouldn't be as eloquent as Pam would like.
She sat on the couch, feet under her. An arm hung over the back of the couch with her nails playing with the fabric. "The books just there," she pointed to the table Thornton coincidentally positioned herself beside.
Looking down she brushed the hard surface with curious fingers. She wasn't one to keep her suspicions to herself, "what kind of librarian are you exactly?"
The blond smirked at the dark haired woman's tone.
"A very good one," she offered. Dropping her chin on her arm she looked completely adorable. Pam had planned for the move to inspire ease when the shoulders tensed at her curt answer.
"We both have our secrets it's not fair if I divulge all of mine," Thornton picked up the book carefully.
"I have a rich ex husband that foots the bill for accommodations. I have extravagant tastes for a librarian. I think it's because libraries are designed so dreary."
Thornton nodded. She didn't join the blond on the couch. Instead she sat in front of her on the table where a glass stained red from earlier that evening still sat. The maid should have been by to pick that up Pam noted, she would call and complain later.
"What?" Pam asked pushing her hair behind her left ear.
Thornton sighed deeply concentrating on her the word on the first page, "you smell awesome," she didn't lift her head up.
Pam looked down at the book Thornton was now concentrating too hard on. She strongly doubted the other woman was reading. Sliding her left foot from underneath her she used it to keep balance as she leaned forward picking up the dark woman's chin. Thornton let her heard be brought up against her better judgment. The lips, full and pink were coming closer ready to devour the thief's lips—Thornton wasn't above letting her.
They closed the distance between them, mostly Pam forgetting that Sophie might have been too reserved to take the lead. Lips met in a slow dance that didn't demand anything except more time, more touch, more tongue. Pam's tongue came out first and Thornton sucked greedily putting the book away. She stood leaning over the librarian without missing a beat. Holding her body on her arms she felt Pam's hands play with her center, there was no guise of spilling popcorn to ignite the fire neither woman were apt to stop.
Thornton moved against the determined pats against her center. She wanted her pants off. She wanted to feel more, but it wouldn't translate with moans. So she took the other woman's hand and pushed it into her pants. Pam liked her lover's eager. She brought a second hand to assist and she undid the pants. Her legs opening desperate to be touched, but her need could wait for now, or so she thought. Hooded eyes saw the signs smiling into the kiss before she broke it off Thornton fell to her knees.
Sliding her fingers teasingly along the contour of the librarian's thighs the added pressure of her nails made the blond jump from need and anticipation. Lifting her hips it was all Thornton needed to pull then down quickly to her ankles. Pam managed to get one leg out. The lines of her leg, the smell of her arousal, the proximity was lethal combinations that assaulted Thornton to a frenzy. She forced herself to go slow. She forced her mouth to tease the pale inner thighs that felt cool under the warmth of her breath.
"Wider," Thornton commanded with the leg, free of the skirt, over her shoulder.
Pam did as she was told. She didn't often give up control, but she couldn't help it. Thornton had a way of turning the tides in her favor. Though, from the way her tongue was working toward her center Pam didn't feel bitterly defeated. She pushed her center into Thornton's face when she felt the heat of the immortal's breath playing with her, blowing as if she wasn't about implode.
"Now," she moaned humping the air unconcerned that this was exactly what Thornton wanted to see.
As a reward for her pleading Thornton drew her tongue lazily around the sides of her lover's lips. Her right hand held the other's woman's leg steady and possessively on her shoulder. Pulling at the meat of the skin the blond didn't seem to mind. Very delicately teeth grazed her clitoris experimentally. She liked the response she received. She grazed and the blond jumped until after the third time she took the nub in her mouth and began to suck. She felt fingers digging into her scalp.
She let the clit go. Pam's breath caught ready to protest. Thornton guided her left finger to the glistening opening rubbing the interest slowly with her finger barely going inside. But, the simple contact got the librarian's attention.
"More," she moaned as her hips rose to meet the fingers in hopes that they might slide in with her help.
Thornton with other plans pulled away. Her tongue lingered on the side of her pink nub hard and demanding as its owner's feral pleas for more. Thornton's tongue moved up and down slowly at first with her finger still playing just at the opening never venturing inside. Pam tugged Thornton's hair in frustration, but she didn't dare say anything for fear the pleasure however teasing might stop.
They danced like this for an indeterminate eternity until Thornton's tongue began to speed up the strokes. Thornton's fingers slid inside slick folds that couldn't have been more welcoming with a spray of juices kissing the thief's hand.
Turned on with the palpable control over this beautiful woman Thornton couldn't ignore that she gave more just to see Pam react to her touch. Her moans were a symphony with a mature pitch Thornton clit jumped to in perfect harmony.
By the end they had lost count if they had even begun to count how many times Pam was pushed passed the precipice.