This it, the end of the road. It's been really fun writing this story. Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did. Oh don't forget to review.

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Tara's POV

"You smell like heaven", Pam almost growls before flipping us over.

"I taste even better", I say with a raised brow as she looms over me, eyes igniting with mischief.

"Let's test that theory", Pam says licking her lips.

Next thing I know my panties are off she's between my legs.

"Tell me how bad you want it", Pam demands that low drawl that never fails to make me tremble.

Before I can answer she flicks her tongue over my clit, immediately making my eyes roll to the back of my head and my fangs descend so hard it almost hurt.

"I'm sorry, what was that?", she teases.

"Fuck you", I whisper.

"My thoughts exactly", she whispers back with a devilish smirk, before descending on me.

As she licks and sucks on me, I call out her full name. Upon hearing this, she hums in approval against my now dripping center, causing my back to arch and my hands to grip her hair. Without warning she enters me with two fingers, making me clench around her instantaneously. Pam begins to work them in and out of me slowly while speeding her tongue up to a pace that has me begging for mercy.

God, I love this woman.

I writhe and scream beneath her she flexes her fingers up and down inside me, rubbing against my g-spot. I'm so close I can taste it.

"Oh, fuck! Pam!", I scream trying to pull myself away from her very skilled tongue and hands. "Please. Please slow down, I can't take it",I moan as her free hand grips my hip, preventing my escape.

I smell her arousal pooling between her legs at the sound of my pleas. Her scent making my walls contract and release signaling my fast approaching orgasm. Pam's wrist become a virtual blur as she moves her tongue from my lower lips to my inner thigh, releasing her fangs with a snap. I watch as she runs her tongue over a patch skin before sinking them into me, all the while still working me over with her fingers. the feeling of being penetrated in more ways than one pushes me over the edge.i scream so loud I'm sure all of Renard Parish heard me.

God she's good at that.

She doesn't stop though she countinues to stroke me drawing out the sensation as long as possible, while still drinking me down.

O-town, population, me.

It takes a full five minutes for me to recover. When Pam finally removes both her fingers and her fangs from inside me she sits up, obviously pleased with herself, and smirks. Her blue eyes glinting in the moonlight watching my body calm itself.

"That what you get for teasing me in the car", she chuckles before making a show of licking her index and middle finger clean of my juices.

"Paybacks a mothafucker", I say before mounting her at the speed of light. "You ready ready for this Barbie?"

Before she can answer I'm between her legs, sucking on her slowly.

This is heaven.

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Pam's POV

As the lead singer in Paramore softly croons 'The Only Exception', so do I.

Tara slowly runs her fingers through my hair as I trace patterns over her bare stomach, watching as the muscles beneath her perfect brown skin tighten and quiver. Between the mind blowing sex we just had and the gentle caresses, I become lost in my thoughts.

Two years ago, if someone would have said 'Pam you're gonna be a maker and fall head over heels in love with your progeny', I would've laughed like a madwoman before ripping their fuckin' head off. Yet, here I am, both a maker and completely in love...with her. If I wasn't such cynic I'd say it was destiny. Maybe it is...

"Hey, what's goin' on in that beautiful head of yours?", Tara asks in a quiet and loving tone. Her deep brown eyes burning holes through my hard outer shell effectively reducing me to a school girl experiencing her first love.

So embarrassing

I smile that stupid smile I always smile when she strokes my ego.

" It's nothin', just... who knew? You know?", I whisper.

" Me.", she says beaming, while returning her eyes to the sky, " from the moment you saved me from myself in that tanning bed. I knew. Pam, I've never had anyone but the Stackhouse's and Lafeyette. Even they couldn't handle my temper and horrible attitude. Shit, Sookie begged someone she knew hated me to save my life and I repaid her by going mental on her. I did that all the time as a human and it didn't make me many friends. But you...you didn't budge. My bitchiness didn't even faze you. You still slapped some sense into me and pulled me out. I knew then that I'd stand by you through...whatever.'

Fuck her for turning me into a teenage girl at a chick flick.

"Didn't stop you from being a pain in my ass", I say with a smirk and a light pinch.

"Didn't stop you from lovin it", she responds giggling.

I don't even deny it.

"Read me your favorite poem. You know I love the way your voice sounds", she purrs passing me the book.

"As you wish vacker en",I say kissing her stomach chastely.

I turn over so that the back of my head rests on the side of her torso and quickly fluid through the book.

I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.

She joins me, reciting the words from memory, that flawless smile kissing her lips.

I love thee as I love the first Young violet of the spring; Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd

To scented blossoming.

I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely-sad-and beautiful-
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.

I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
Of gifted-high-and pure

As soon as the last words leave my lips I find myself underneath Tara being kissed softly.

"This is the best deathday ever", she whispers before kissing me again.

That makes two of us...

Vader en- beautiful one (Swedish)

I love thee- Eliza Acton