Eric appreciated that his progeny was in love, but there was a matter of Godric's Journal to take into account. It was his maker's legacy. He didn't want it sold off t the highest bitter and considered it an effrontery to his family name that the idea be entertained.

"What is his name?" Eric asked evenly though there was a threat in his tone if it wasn't answered.

Bill dropped his fangs answering Eric, "Andre," he answered.

His phone beeped. Picking it up he then answered his message. "He's arrived," Bill informed.

Tara looked around the room for some clothes, but she didn't see any, besides she wanted to clean up. She was covered in dried blood and sweat. It wasn't a particularly great feeling for her.

"Is there a shower around here?"

Pam took Tara's hand without a word and guided her up the steps to the master bedroom with a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed as Tara stood in the opening looking from the shower to the blond.

"What?"

"Nothing," Tara turned and undressed in the doorway before starting the water. Pam leaned on her arm as she watched the steam float outside the room. It rose until it had nowhere to go and disappeared. She thought about following the immortal inside the shower. She hadn't washed away the grime from the other night. She hadn't even thought about it until tonight when the reason for her distractedness was with her alive and awake. She wasn't as badly soiled at Tara, but there still quite a lot she'd like to be free of.

She stood and began to undress.

Tara closed her eyes wetting her hair under the steaming hot water. It felt great against her scalp. She looked down and saw red washing off of her. A hand braced on the wall kept her steady as she just let the water beat down on her. Tara's chin rested on her outstretched right arm when she saw Pam's shadow outside the curtain.

She felt her resolve weakening. Everything inside her had heightened, but Lansing's weren't known for their self control. Pleasure shot through her when she felt Pam's presence behind her. She wished she could hold onto something to still her hands, but there was nothing to distract her at the present. She felt hands running down her back gently and she withdrew shivering from the seductive contact.

"Um…."

"That's not at all intelligent," Pam mocked as she stepped closer. She felt the older vampire's breasts sitting on her back and unconsciously pressed into her. Full lips lingered on Tara's neck until an expert tongue came out to play on her chocolate skin warm and soaked.

Tara closed her eyes tightly.

"So I heard Lansing's are strong, which explains some things," she started.

Tara tilted her head back her eyes open in slits.

"I uh…," she was becoming frustrated because Pam was making it very difficult to finish a sentence.

The back of Pam's nails ran down her lover's stomach giving the area just above her center the most attention. Pam liked to tease. It was a matter of time before Tara caved and until then she would be happy watching her resolve crumble like precisely positioned blocks she kicked over for fun.

"Fuck," Tara growled.

The words had been the only warning she gave the blond before she sped and switched positions leaving Pam's backside in front of her. She heard the blond moan, but Tara was already fueled with an intense desire she wasn't sure if she could sate, but it didn't hurt to try and she knew the blond wouldn't mind. Tara wanted control more than anything. So instead of taking Pam like her initial instincts dictated, she bathed her instead. She'd clean a shoulder and then kiss it. She repeated the ritual for every inch of her body. Lowered to Pam's center she almost gave in and claimed Pam right then and there. Surprisingly, Tara didn't. Though, she felt her control waning as she cleaned herself off and watched Pam watch her. The blond had offered and received a swatted hand for her trouble.

Both freshly cleaned and extremely turned on Pam got out first to dry. Tara turned off the water. She squeezed the knob to find her balance. She heard her walking into the room. She imagined her over the bed face first into the sheets while Tara ran her hands along the length of her ass. These things she imagined had suddenly become real. She looked down at her hands and at the waiting woman whose needs wafting through the room like a pleasing perfume.

"Tara?" the blond lifted and turned.

Before she realized what she was doing Tara closed her hand in Pam's hair. Her fist full she tugged at the hair hearing Pam moan from pleasure even though pain had something to do with it too. Her left hand held her hair, while the right pushed her legs a part aggressively. Pam was on the edge of the end of the bed and Tara stood leaning over for support. Her hands rubbed Pam's dangling breast soaking and warming her finger first before she placed it on the nipple to tug and rub it at first gently, then harshly.

She could feel Pam moving against her. She wanted more contact, she needed more contact. Against Tara's wishes she turned pulling the hand away she was enjoying from her breasts pushing it lower. Tara smiled to herself taking the hint. She removed her hand from Pam's grasp and released the blond's wet hair for the moment. Taking her by the upper part of her thighs she tugged her until the hair of her cent met the pale soft skin of Pam's ass. The blond moved against her. Tara leaned over threading her arm over so she was holding the blond to essentially get to the wet she knew was waiting for her between Pam's legs.

Pam moaned again. Tara studied the lines of her back as she arched when Tara's fingers found the throbbing need. She was soft and wet as if Tara would have found anything different. She ran the tip of her finger on her hard clit experimentally. Another moan from Pam, the sound had her transfixed. She wanted to hear more of it louder and unreserved. There was only one way to get what she wanted and evil smile painted her dark features. If Pam's back wasn't to her the blond would have questioned for a little while what the smile meant. Tara's fingers slid along the slick inner folds of Pam.

"For fucks sake Tara," Pam growled pushing into the hands that were giving her the barest of contact. She responded to it, but she wanted more than the dark woman was giving her.

Tara lowered and licked Pam's spine, "what?" she hummed.

"Fuck me," the words came out pleading. Putting it context Pam didn't care that much.

"Or," she flicked at her clit playfully, "what?" she rubbed it harder this time. Pam's head lowered to the bed and she humped Tara's fingers to the best of her ability.

The immortal watched her move just as fascinated by her movement as she was with her moans. "Paybacks a bitch," she warned pressing herself down on Tara's hand still rubbing on Pam gently.

Tara stopped herself from chuckling. Instead she dove into Pam wholeheartedly with three fingers. Pale hand closed into a fist grabbed a hold of the flimsy sheets. She even bit down on it as her eyes fluttered shut from the immortals attentions.

"Fuck me," she moaned louder. She moved her body so that she met Tara's strokes increasing the pleasure of each as fingers sank deeper inside her. Tara's hand held on to Pam's waist as she watched wet drip from her center down Tara's hand and the blonds' thighs. The smell, Pam's moans, watching and feeling the blond respond to her so avidly Tara lost herself in the act. She could describe the experience simply as standing on the sidelines to admire every angle of well she was fucking Pam.

They never switched places. Tara was always in control with Pam on her back, or standing trying to keep herself up. Or propped up with the headboard and pillows with legs in the air never feeling open enough to take everything the immortal had to offer.

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Andre glared at the driver. He didn't like meeting new people. He was incredibly distrusting of new faces even though it made sense not to use the same driving service. His business was the delicate sort and friends were more often than not suspect for everything that might go wrong in his line of business. He had resigned to glamour him when their business was done like all the others, but as his employer liked to tell him he was incredibly paranoid. He shrugged the words off. Andre knew he was taking the extra mile. He bought legacies and stole histories. Everything belonged someone and it was a matter of keeping that someone in a haze of confusion long enough to make a clean escape.

Godric's Journal should have been an easy take. Thornton had never failed them before. The thief had always been resourceful when it came to these types of retrieval jobs. Personal collections were a tricky matter. Museums prided themselves on the best technology to keep their works safe. Though, with enough time and energy and a window of opportunity their million dollar security system becomes a moderate obstacle. Personal collections calls for an intimate approach in which Thornton worked well with. However, contacts were making it obvious that their best thief had defected and might be in league with another buyer.

Andre hated thieves. He had no patience for them if they ruined his chance to prove himself to the one that matter most, his employer and maker.

"Stop frowning," his companion admonished. "You'll look seven hundred at four at the rate your going," the red head teased as she looked out on the bright city. She loved Europe, it was home for her even though her first memories weren't entirely pleasant. "Have you missed this city as much as I have?" she wondered aloud. He knew she wasn't expecting an answer because soon she began talking about getting a little shopping in when they finished their business.

"He's knows we're here," he informed when he received Bill's confirmation message.

The small red head in a green Peacoat and dress that flared at the bottom smiled holding her hand up to correct him, "he knows you're here. I'm a ghost remember. Looking over your shoulder making sure you are at your best. You're my only friend, do you know that?" she turned to him stroking the side of his cheek. He grew out his beard and it had become her habit to play with the hair.

Andre knew this was true, but he wouldn't let her wallow in dark thoughts. He not only protected her physically, but from the demons she insisted on carrying around with her. They came forward from time to time, sometimes he would be there to quell them immediately, other times he would find her in a new obsession just to keep her demons at bay—so they wouldn't take over entirely. "You are loved by many," he responded gently.

"Many?" she asked her eyes brightened at the prospect then it fell slightly, "many as in too many to handle or many as in your indulging me because you can't stand the thought of me thinking I'm an unlovable cunt."

He didn't answer.

She smiled threading her arm through his letting her gloved fingers trail up and down his hand almost hairless. "It's ok, you don't have to say," she giggled at her own rhyme. "I know you're the only I can really count on and who loves me for me."

Andre stayed silent except for when he ordered the driver to make a stop at the hotel he put reservations under a pseudonym for his mistress. The hotel was vampire friendly and cashed in on the vampires that enjoyed luxury, privacy, and automatic metal sheeted windows to block out the sun.

"You don't have to drop me off now do you?" she asked.

Andre nodded to his maker when the door had stopped and the driver opened it for her. She was helped out and Andre followed. The driver was instructed to stay in the parking lot and wait until they needed him again. The wide man with small teeth smiled even though it didn't reach his eyes, when he heard the order.

"Oh let him come up and play with me," she reached for the retreating driver's arm, but Andre caught it.

"You're only going to get tired of him and eat him when you see him in a better light. I promise you he's not your taste. I'll bring you something better."

She looked at him as if she were ready to order that he let her play with the driver with the chubby cheeks. But he'd been with her for centuries he knew what she liked and how much she could tolerate. She might end up eating him, she thought to herself, "what would I do without you?"

"You wouldn't do," he stated simply.

He saw her up to her room. She complained about the space, but they would only be there for three days, it wasn't as if she had brought her exotic bird collection with her. She did consider the amount of boxes one portion of the room could hold when she did decide to go shopping.

Sophie-Anne's mouth curved upward and she felt a rush of excitement when she reached for her phone. She usually detested the things, but in the event Andre and she separated he liked to have her with one. He was very modern that way. Though, she did see a use for it as she dialed a number from memory hoping it hadn't changed. She wanted someone to play with and she hadn't seen Pam in over a decade. They fought, they fucked, never in the same order twice, but over all they always had fun.