A/N – Y'all are relentless! I go off to enjoy an internet free weekend and to ruminate over a possible new Tamela story between shopping and sunning and I open my email on Monday morning to find requests for an epilogue?! Relentless. But sweet. Now, I don't know if y'all wanted something serious, something sweet, something sexy or something funny so I tried to throw in a combo. Tried being the operative word. I'm not so good with the funny. Anyway, here's your epilogue; I hope you enjoy.

Epilogue

"Love, bittersweet, irrepressible, loosens my limbs and I tremble." - Sappho

The feel of Pam's slight weight pressing her gently into the couch was igniting every last nerve in Tara's already highly-sensitized body. Reaching up, she buried her hands into the thick tangle of wavy blonde hair that cascaded down the sides of her maker's face like twins sheets of golden silk.

Pam moaned unashamedly into Tara's mouth at the feel of her progeny's hands digging lightly into her scalp. She kissed Tara harder, teasing the seams of Tara's lips with the tip of her tongue until Tara's mouth opened against hers, allowing her entry. She ventured in, tongue flicking over fangs that had distended in wake of their heated make out session before moving over to battle with Tara's own writhing muscle.

Tara couldn't help but arch into Pam as the blonde left no inch of her mouth unconquered. She bent her knees, allowing the vampire above her to settle more snugly between her legs. Then she ran her sock-clad feet down either side of Pam's jean covered thighs and past her calves, leaving a trail of shockwaves to burst through Pam's skin as she went. When she reached her ankles, Tara hooked her feet around them and in a swift and aggressive move that had Pam blinking up at her in stunned surprise, flipped her maker onto her back.

"Someone's cocky," Pam drawled, her voice having dropped several registers in wake of her raging libido. She arched an eyebrow as Tara smirked down at her, eyes glinting with mischief. "Yesss?" she asked, her tone dry though highly amused. She tucked an arm under her head and peered unblinkingly up at her progeny.

"You. Are. Beautiful," Tara breathed out reverently. She straddled Pam's hips, carelessly tossing her dark mane of tousled black hair over her shoulders as she studied the exquisite creature beneath her. "Breathtaking," Tara continued softly as she reached up to trace the delicate features of her maker's face. She ran the pads of her fingers over the gentle arch of Pam's eyebrows then slid a single finger down the slope of her perfectly sculpted nose. A thumb brushed across full lips that were bruised and swollen from the hours they had spent kissing and exploring each other's mouths. Tara finished by stroking her knuckles down the smooth expanse of Pam's cheek, marveling at the softness she found.

"Irreplaceable," she concluded, her eyes shining with emotion.

Pam's eyes closed at Tara's administrations, a lump forming in her throat. Never had she felt so loved, so cherished. Tara touched her like she was the most precious thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She looked at her like the moon and the stars rose and set at her behest, held her like she never wanted to let her go. The lump in her throat grew larger.

"Tara," Pam choked out, her voice hoarse with a hurricane of emotions she wasn't quite sure how to vocalize. "Tara."

"Shh…" The younger vampire could see the turmoil in her maker's eyes, almost taste her fear. She ran the pads of her fingers soothingly down Pam's cheek even as she stared unflinchingly into those azure blue depths. Tara had never seen such a beautiful shade of blue and the urge to drown herself in those eyes was near irresistible to ignore.

"Tara," Pam sighed. She reached up and ran her hands down the young vampire's sides and over her jean-clad thighs. "Kiss me."

Tara more than happily complied as she leaned down to capture Pam's lips in a deep, soulful kiss that sent sparks shooting down to the tips of her toes. She lay the palm of her hand against Pam's cheek, her thumb swishing gently back and forth against the soft skin as her mouth explored Pam's with a gentleness and care that threatened to cause an onslaught of blood-tears to well up in the blonde's eyes.

"I want to make love to you," Tara whispered against Pam's lips as she pulled back slightly to voice aloud her musing. She locked bittersweet chocolate eyes that were blown with arousal onto a raging whirlpool of steel-blue and winter-gray. "Let me make love to you," Tara said sweetly. She brushed a barely there kiss across Pam's lips.

"Yes," Pam breathed out. She tilted her head up and accepted another kiss, this time firmer, from Tara. "Yes," she repeated, her voice dropping to a husky growl.

Tara removed herself from Pam and held out a hand, gently tugging her maker to her feet when Pam took the proffered hand. She stood in front of the blonde, eyes hooded with desire. Reaching out, she grasped the hem of Pam's sweater and gently rolled it up her torso in an achingly slow manner that had Pam trembling with want. She tugged it over Pam's head and tossed it aside. Her breath hitched in throat as the article of clothing fell away to reveal a delicately toned abdomen and pale breasts that called to her like a siren's song.

"See something you like?" Pam drawled, hiking an eyebrow at Tara's blatant staring.

"Yup," came the simple reply. Tara sank to her knees and pressed a single soft kiss to the skin of Pam's stomach, causing the muscles beneath all that exquisite skin to quiver. Then she trailed teasing fingers down to the top of Pam's jeans. Popping the button, she dragged the hardy material down the expanse of Pam's long legs and when they reached her ankles, Pam kicked them off before reaching down to pull Tara back up.

The blonde wasn't as slow in her undressing of Tara but she was as gentle. Making quick work of divesting Tara of her tank top and jeans, she tossed aside the pieces of clothing then walked willingly back into Tara's arms.

Tara understood the silent request and laid them back down onto the couch. She lay half on top of Pam, one thigh nestled between her maker's legs and shuddered slightly when the evidence of Pam's arousal coated her skin. Reaching up, she resumed her stroking of Pam's cheek, a dreamy look settling across her face.

Pam took the opportunity of the close proximity of their faces to seek out a kiss. Tara responded immediately, pulling Pam's full lower lip between her mouth and gently biting down on it, leaving a neat line of indentations made by her teeth. Just as quickly, her tongue swiped over it, soothing away the hurt.

Pam moaned at the action and her fangs popped. Tara stopped and stared at Pam's fangs, a marker of just how aroused and not in control of her body she was. Maker and progeny paused momentarily, smiling at each other. Then Tara got down to business.

She claimed Pam's mouth with her own, alternating between wet, open-mouthed kisses with tongue to gentle brushes of her lips against Pam's. Then she moved away, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses as she went.

Tara moved her mouth along the side of Pam's jaw and nipped her way down the smooth, pale column of her maker's neck. She paused to worry at the soft flesh with her fangs and teasingly scraped the sharp incisors across the milky-white skin it found but she never actually pierced through the flesh. Continuing her journey, she meandered her lips over to Pam's collarbone, nipping, kissing and teasingly biting as she went.

Above Tara, Pam was panting needlessly, breathy gasps escaping from parted lips as Tara continued her pleasurable assault on her body. Her hands were far from idle as they ran up and down Tara's bare back, pausing intermittently to tangle themselves in Tara's hair before they resumed their exploration of the topography of her progeny's toned body. She moaned aloud when Tara latched onto her left breast, suckling at it with fervor. She moaned again, when one of Tara's hands lay purchase on her right breast and began an intricate pattern of caresses, pinches and pulls.

"Fuck," Pam hissed in pleasure when Tara bit down on the flesh above the swell of her breast, her fangs cutting into the milk-white flesh like so much soft butter. The blonde gripped the back of Tara's head and held her in place as spikes of arousal stabbed through her veins.

Tara lapped at the blood that wept from the twin puncture wounds. Pam tasted like honey and lavender and the wash of hot blood over her tongue was sending her hormones into a frenzy. Taking a last sip, she cleaned up the bloody smears, watched the puncture wounds close then slithered further down Pam's torso, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way.

Pam writhed under Tara's administrations, frustration building within her. Her progeny was going far too slow for her liking and she indicated her displeasure with a forceful push against Tara's shoulder. She growled when Tara let loose a soft chuckle but that quickly tapered off into a needy moan when Tara pressed a firm kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Tara. Tara, please." Pam couldn't believe she had been reduced to begging but the fire between her legs was borderline unbearable and she squirmed as Tara blew a cool breath over her clit. "Tara," she pleaded hopelessly.

"I got you," Tara murmured distractedly as her mouth watered at the sight of Pam's unabashed arousal. The scent of Pam's desire was so strong that Tara felt almost lightheaded from the intoxicating smell. Still, she managed a great show of restraint as she turned and planted minute kisses along the inside of Pam's thigh, teasingly dragging her tongue and lips up near the apex of those toned thighs before descending back down.

"Payback's a bitch," Pam warned as she lifted her head to glare down at her progeny who was now nibbling at the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her glare turned into a full-blown glower as Tara lifted her own head to reveal a wicked smirk.

"All in good time," Tara purred enticingly. She reached up and stroked a single digit down between Pam's wet folds, inciting a wanton moan from her maker. Grinning fiendishly, she sucked her now soaked finger into her eager mouth, cheeks hollowing out as she swallowed the essence of Pam's desire with an ardent groan.

Pam thought she could come then and there at the sight of Tara suckling at her finger. Instead, she reached down to grip Tara's jaw. "I want your mouth on me. Now." It was not a request and the intense heat that blazed from Pam's eyes told Tara that she had succeeded in pushing the blonde too far.

Tara batted away Pam's hand and surged forward. Both maker and progeny moaned in unison as Tara's lips came into contact with Pam's dripping center. She caught the blonde's clit between her teeth and clamped down gently, eliciting a series of curses and breathy gasps from Pam. Using her the flat of her tongue, she ran it up and down the length of Pam's sex, gathering up all evidence of Pam's arousal and letting it slid down her throat like the sweetest nectar. One hand moved up to grip her maker's hip, holding her in place as Pam's bucking and writhing became increasingly out of control.

Pam hissed in abject pleasure when Tara slipped two fingers inside of her and began a gentle but firm pumping. She bucked against Tara's hand, effortlessly finding a seamless rhythm with Tara's increasing thrusts. "More," she rasped, her voice hoarse with passion as Tara's tongue came into play and flicked its tip over her swollen clit.

Tara responded by sliding in a third finger and twisting the angle of her wrist. She was rewarded with Pam making a sound that sounded like a cross between a mewl and a drawn out moan. Grinning in sheer delight, she slid her fingers in and out of Pam in steady, deep strokes. When she felt Pam's inner walls clench around her digits, she increased the speed of her thrusts. Her tongue circled around her trapped fingers, lapping and licking at the drenched folds. Her nose nuzzled at the swollen bud of nerves and as Pam's mewling and moaning grew louder in intensity, Tara found herself driving her fingers as deeply into Pam as they could go with a speed and force that would have hurt a mere mortal.

Pam bucked shamelessly into Tara's hand, her mind fogging over with pleasure. When she felt Tara's fingers curl inside her to rub at that special spot, her entire body went rigid before it unraveled with wild abandon. Her orgasm exploded from the very center of her then proceeded to shoot through every nerve in her body. A scream of pure ecstasy ripped itself from the confines of her throat and Pam found herself gasping Tara's name over and over even as her body convulsed and twitched under the young vampire.

Tara winced slightly as Pam's thighs clamped down on either side of her head, effectively boxing her ears. Nevertheless, she ignored the slight ringing vibrating through her skull in favor of milking out her maker's orgasm. Retracting her fingers, she ran the soaked digits along Pam's puckered and drenched folds. Her tongue flicked out, tracing nonsensical patterns over the sopping wet flesh before moving over to her opening, teasing her maker with the promise of penetration.

Pam shuddered as she felt Tara's tongue enter her. Reaching down, she gripped at a handful of Tara's hair, forcibly pressing her face further into the apex of her thighs, effectively smothering her. Tara however, merely hummed in approval and the reverberations of the sound sent jolts of desire to vibrate through Pam's sex.

Tara tongued Pam's opening, pushing the writhing muscle in as far as it would go. Her thumb reached up to rub circles around the blonde's neglected clit as she continued to push her tongue in an out of Pam.

Pam shamelessly rode Tara's tongue. Head thrown back to allow her blonde hair to splay around her like a golden halo, she released needless pants that caused her chest to rise and fall in rapid succession. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was aglow with pleasure. Her hips were in constant motion, thrusting and bucking under Tara's touch in a rhythm that was old as time itself.

When Tara removed her tongue and drove three fingers to the hilt inside of Pam, the blonde came a second time with an almighty yell that would have no doubt echoed all the way out of the room and down the hall. She screamed Tara's name when Tara bit down gently on her clit and twisted the fingers that were buried deep inside her, causing a third orgasm to quickly follow the second.

Tara smiled smugly as she watched Pam come undone. Truly, she had never been presented with a more beautiful sight then Pam writhing beneath her, her body confined in the throes of passion. Minutes seem to pass before Pam collapsed back fully onto the couch, chest heaving unnecessarily, which caused her ample bosom to bounce lightly. Her body twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasms and there was a supremely satisfied look that sat across her face. Her blond hair lay in a tangled mess around her and her eyes were hooded and cloudy with pleasure.

"Fuck," Tara breathed out, awe coloring her tone. "That was hot," Tara commented smugly as she propped her chin on the top of Pam's thigh. She smirked up at her maker who in return, arched an eyebrow down at her.

If Tara thought that she had succeeded in making Pam into a boneless, useless mess, she was wrong. In less than a blink of an eye, she had sat up, reached down and flipped them over. Now she hovered above Tara, a sinfully wicked smile slashed across her lips and Tara knew that she was in for it

"Payback's a bitch," Pam reminded her progeny with a deliciously evil laugh. She slipped a thigh between Tara's legs and pressed upwards resulting in a gasp from the young vampire. With a decidedly wicked smirk that promised retribution, she looked down at Tara. "You ready for the ride of your life, darlin'?"

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Huddled in the small pantry sat Eric and Nora, who took turns sipping from a bottle of Tru Blood which they traded between them. When yet another scream of unadulterated pleasure wafted into the room to tease their ears, Nora groaned in frustration and dropped her head in her hands.

"We are burning that couch," she mumbled into her fingers. "And fumigating that living room," she added darkly. She winced as another ear-shattering scream of lust echoed into the pantry.

"For the love of everything sacred," Nora lamented in exasperation, her face contorting with disgust. "Are they ever going to come up for air?"

"We don't breathe," Eric deadpanned. He took a healthy swig from the bottle, slid it back across the table then flashed a row of perfect pearly white teeth at Nora's direction.

"They're going to have to give it a rest sooner or later," Nora insisted desperately as nimble fingers caught the flying bottle. "Right?" She turned pleading eyes on her brother as multiple guttural vocalizations of pleasure vibrated down the hallway to assault her ears. It was followed by a series of thumps and screeches, no doubt made by the couch legs being dragged unwillingly across the wooden floors.

"Well you know what they say about denial," Eric offered nonchalantly with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

"What?"

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt."

THE END (No, really)