Tara thought about being with other women. She didn't give into the thoughts, because they weren't followed by the familiar urge to find release. She knew only one woman could give her that. She stared down at the hand keeping her close. Tara tried to pull away unsuccessfully, Pam wasn't letting go.
"I don't want to hear you wished it was me when someone else was touching you." Tara's frown deepened, "give me a little more credit than that."
"Then you should have stayed if you cared so fucking much."
"I left because I gave a damn. You needed time to think about what you wanted."
"Because you were the only one that sure what they wanted?" she asked. Pam resented Tara's confidence in her emotions.
The dark haired woman's brown eyes narrowed dangerously. "Yes, I was."
Pam hadn't pictured all this talking. Their reunion in her mind had fewer clothes too. Despite her role in this argument she wasn't willing to let Tara create anymore distance between them. She was tired of distance. To hell with space, she wanted them to lose themselves in each other and sort out whose body part belongs to who after the dust settled.
"Are you listening to me?" Tara growled.
Pam blinked guiltlessly, "I was daydreaming about makeup sex."
The answer caught Tara off guard. She tried to kill the smile threatening her resolve to remain impassive. But, Pam could see the lines of her mouth curving upward. And she approved.
"You can't daydream about make up sex you don't know you're getting."
"I'm not getting it?" she tilted her head purposefully. She tugged Tara lower and the other woman obeyed without realizing.
Tara gulped when she saw the look and tried to pull away again. Though, she couldn't be certain if she pulled away or if she only thought of pulling away. By the end of her musing Pam's mouth was inching toward her lips. Slow and seductive her full lips caressed Tara's with the tip of her tongue.
"Isn't this a little premature?"
Pam shook her head, wrapping her legs around the immortal. "It's the end of the argument when you've forgotten what you were fighting about."
Tara pursed her lips.
"Do you remember?" Pam challenged.
Nails ran up and down her back playing behind her neck. She'd learned Tara enjoyed this accidentally, but she used it to her advantage now. The immortal opened her mouth and that's as far she got until her response succumbed to a moan that took their place. Anything that didn't involve the blond and her consummating their reunion was far from her head. If she hadn't been Tara would have been more prepared to hear the knock at the door.
"I don't see Pam as a quiet lover. So either you guys aren't doing it. Or you're doing it very quietly to be considerate," Sookie yelled from the other side of the door.
Pam growled, "Fucking Sookie!"
"You're doing it all wrong if she's yelling my name Thornton."
Pam frowned at the smile she imagined on Sookie's face. She fell back on the bed. Tara noticed how interesting her lips were when she was upset until she realized, Pam was pouting.
"Are you pouting?"
The blond repositioned her lip.
Tara shook her head chuckling at her discovery. "Nooo…you can't hide it now. I saw it with my own two eyes."
Pam glared, "whatever you saw was a delusion."
"Hmmm…nope."
Seeing as she wasn't going to win Tara over with disregarding her slip, she opted for what she did best, threats and denial.
"You tell anyone I'll deny it. And explain your delusion away saying you were breast fed fairy dust."
"Why breast fed?"
"She has an attractive figure for the woman who I see is no better than the bug floating around in my sweet tea. By figure I mean breasts and since you've told me how fond you are of them I can only assume they're your favorite feature on her."
Sookie knocked on the door again. Then they heard an additional voice belonging to Bill attempting to coax her from the door. She didn't seem very willing. Pam glared at the ceiling and her lips involuntarily formed the pout Tara was so proud to point out. Tara turned her head to the door slightly to listen. Hopefully Sookie would lose interest and go away or at the very least be irritated by Bill and go away.
Brown eyes trailed to Pam's breasts. The pink and white blouse complimented the shape of her breasts causing the woman to say, "I like yours better."
"You say that as if I had something to worry about."
Their bickering was growing louder and more distracting and she felt Pam tense. Reassuring words were on the tip of her tongue when she heard Pam moan lowly. Both eyebrows hiked when her moans increased in volume and energy where her boy moved to an invisible pleasure Tara had no hand in creating.
The voices outside the door were silent. An image of Sookie with her ear to the door popped in Tara's head, but it was quickly discarded and forgotten with the vision underneath her faking a very convincing orgasm. Not one to be outdone she started her own moans. She even took it a step further, placing her hands on two sensitive nubs straining against the pink and white polka dotted blouse Pam wore. She rubbed them gently. Pam sounded the same, but her eyes closed to enjoy the barest touch that was Tara's tender attention.
Pam's legs, still wrapped around Tara, tightened as she tried to grind against her unable to audibly request her release. Dark hands roamed to the warm center she palmed through the tight jeans. Tara had never seen her in jeans before. She couldn't say she didn't fill them out well, there wasn't much on Pam she didn't like, but for now she really wanted nothing on her.
"Why the hell do you have these on?" she half growled and half whined.
Cute, came to mind, but the blond was too focused on getting her pant off to tease her. She pushed Tara away when she wasn't much of a help in her efforts. The dark woman landed on her side bouncing on the bed watching Pam undress.
The blond in the midst of unbuttoning her shirt turned to Pam. Her hair was in a long manageable braid that trailed down her back. There was some hair in her face, but it suits her.
"You look like Sophie."
"I am Sophie. Sophie is me. It's all metaphysical."
Pam straddled Tara grabbing her right and guiding it to her center. Tara didn't attack it like she would have liked. She wasn't in the least bit aggressive and her hesitation frustrated Pam who had been aching for her touch for over a month.
"Fuck Tara," she drawled, "now is not the time to be coy."
The immortal sat up and Pam's legs widened as much as they could, but they were already at their limit.
"I want to enjoy you," she whispered as her lips stopped in front of Pam's.
Her head titled to the side so she could see the affects she had. She felt the woman trying to hump her hand and she pulled away when her grinds became insistent. Pam wasn't happy, but Tara didn't mind. There were so many ways the night could have gone. And they were going in an agreeable direction despite their audience.
Pam stopped herself from saying please several times when Tara began toying with the fabric of her underwear. Why the hell had she left it on? In her head Tara would rip them off, or even more pleasing she would gently nip at the skin surrounding the fabric until she slid them off with her teeth. That's why she kept them on, not for this game. She bit the bottom of her lip when she felt the back of Tara's finger brush against the opening of her lips parting them slowly. Too fucking slowly.
The blond grabbed a handful of Tara's pony tail in her hand. "Don't…" she hissed, "don't play with it."
Tara smiled her panties were soaked, "I thought that's what you wanted me to do with it."
"Fuck me Tara. Don't pussyfoot around the pussy."
"And if I don't." she maneuvered her fingers further into the warmth of soaked lips and damp hair.
"Then I won't be as nice when I return the favor." Tara couldn't remember when she had been threatened, only to feel her clit jump from the prospect of Pam's torture.
"You promise?"
Pam nodded her head closing her eyes. Her head leaned back as she moaned when Tara slid her fingers over the hard nub too sensitive to handle without the care Tara mastered in less than a week. Two fingers rubbed the soft flesh just before the tip of the clit. The sensation was startlingly pleasurable. She leaned her body back rubbing her breasts with her hands. Tara leaned forward biting a button until it came off. Pam couldn't be bothered with the button or the others that followed. She liked watching Tara work for her while she was inside her.
"I pro…." Pam's first, second, and third attempts to speak were thwarted by Tara's teasing. Fortunately her attentions were becoming more deliberate. She added another hand. This time it flicked the direct top of the slick clit with the gentle touch. Pam jumped at the contact, but dropped back down to meet the finger as it flicked harder until it turned into small circles.
"Shit Tara," she groaned biting her lip as she pushed into the hands shooting signals of pleasure throughout her body. She wanted to move against the hands as a mere act.
Pam could feel the fingers sliding along her wet. Though, she couldn't comprehend what exactly she was doing, only how well when she showered Tara's hand as she climaxed. Her legs shook. The outpour didn't sate the immortal's appetite. She wanted everything thing Pam was willing to let her love, sex, and please in every way possible. She had a feeling she wouldn't be getting many objections, if any.
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Tara reached blindly for her phone when she heard it vibrating. Her hand connected with a cool body. Further investigation and she discovered it was a breast when she pinched it eliciting a moan from her lover.
"More?" Pam growled her fangs coming out to graze Tara's shoulder. She took Tara's pinch as an invitation for whichever round they were on. The sun would be up soon. The sensation of its pull alerted her to the fact Tara's room didn't have windows.
The immortal shook her head, "I was looking for the phone."
The vibrating stopped. Then after a brief pause it started again.
"What do you need with a phone right now?"
Pam began kissing her down her bite, biting her in every other kiss. The dark skinned woman arched her back and nails ran along her backside hard causing the woman to moan. The vibrating stopped. This had become a pattern that couldn't be ignored anymore.
"Answer it," Pam pushed her fingers inside Tara. She rose on her arms. Her arms held her up as she gesticulated to meet Pam's thrusts.
"F…." Tara moaned not understanding how she could answer a phone when she couldn't even get out a simple explicative. She tense holding still as the rush of pleasure swam through her culminating in a collapse and satisfied sigh.
"No more," she groaned pulling Pam to her. The vampire smiled as she wrapped her arms around Tara from behind. "No more," Tara's body shook agreeably from the aftershock. The blond nodded into her shoulder reveling in the tremors.
The phone vibrated off the dresser and on to the soft surface of Pam's blouse where it rang until both women had drifted off to sleep. Exhausted from their reunion, Pam felt insatiable, but she could quell her hunger for rest, which she needed if she wanted to be any match for the immortal when Tara recuperated.
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Tara hung over the side of the bed. It wasn't an entirely uncomfortable position when she felt Pam on her back lying on top of her. Her eyes opened in slits when she heard her phone buzzing. She turned her head slightly then reached for it causing the blond to dig her nails into her side stopping her immediately.
"What the fuck," she growled grabbing the offending hand.
"I don't want you to move."
"I'm just reaching for my phone."
"For?" she hummed still laying on Tara's back.
"I don't know maybe someone misses me," she smiled mischievously; "you would know a few things about that wouldn't you."
"This isn't the part where you expect us to plan a wedding and the next thirty years of our lives are you?"
Tara chuckled, "aren't you ambitious."
"Well if you're going to do something right and plan on only doing it once…." she trailed off murmuring. The same painful nails followed the contour of her lover's side.
"Once huh, as in a done deal?" the dark immortal turned over and Pam let her begrudgingly. She could have complained. But she thought the front was more impressive if not more than Tara's back.
The vampire drew up slightly keeping attentive nails on whatever surface they could get to conveniently. "Of course. I don't make trips across the world or declarations for just anyone. And like I said before this damn ring won't come off."
Tara chuckled claiming the hand the ring belonged. "It's not that bad. I'm wearing the same one remember."
"I don't want to talk about rings," Tara's phone buzzed, "but if you don't get that phone I'll break it," she ground out.
Smirking at the woman she leaned back hanging more off the bed at an awkward angle. When she sat back up with the phone in hand she saw twenty missed messages and seven voicemails. Frowning she showed the count to Pam, and her brow rose.
"From bitches I need to bite?"
Tara snorted leaning down for a kiss, "I'm the only bitch you should be biting now and for eternity." Before she got lost in the blond she pulled away and held the phone to her ear to listen to it.
She half expected a death threat or more bad news. Her blank stare was ruined by an eruption of laughter where her eyes closed and a set of marvelously aligned teeth were in full view. Pam's bored eyes twitched with interest. Tara was laughing too hard to explain her mirth. She lowered her phone and pressed speaker.
"Bitch Pam is on her way. And since got that indecipherable shit going on with her expressions and shit, I don't know if the trip she makes to see you is the kind you want. Call me hookah." The messages followed the same pattern, differing only slightly. "This is my fifth and final message. I don't know why you ain't calling me to make sure your ass ain't hanging upside down handcuffed cause she I know for a fact she into that kind of kinky torture shit."
Pam smiled.
"…My seventh and final message, shit," he sighed heavily, "if anybody found a way to fuck up the life span of an immortal it would be Pam. But I'm going to be optimistic about this shit and assume the reason you ain't answering your phone is because Pam got her hands on you in a all you can eat sort of way. Call me later bitch."
The blond drew her eyes over Tara's exposed body as she continued to smile dumbly at her phone.
"You're cousin has a vivid imagination."
The dark skinned woman shrugged, "I don't know his last idea wasn't too bad."
Pam leaned in agreeing her lips hovering over Tara's, "You're cousin and his bright ideas aside…..so you're marrying me right."
Tara's face folded, "damn, can a girl get romance."
"If the girl wants romance, but I want an answer," she kept her body close, but restrained herself from touching any part of Tara, her response would decide her next move.
"Sure," Tara whispered as casually as Pam had proposed it. Neither were concerned about the other's dedication with both rings glinting securely and unabashedly on each finger.