In My Arms (3/?)
Title: In My Arms (3/?)
Author: crumpledquill
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Pairing: Pam/Jessica (Jessica/Nan, Pam/Nan)
Spoilers: None as it's AU
Disclaimer: I disclaim all characters etc that aren't mine.
Summary: Sequel to Let's Get Lost. Nan is Jessica's 'maker', but what happens when they visit Louisiana? Queue Pam. Set a few years after Let's Get Lost.
The ceiling was far too interesting now; at least it offered a distraction. Jessica had spent the day awake, Nan literally dead to the world by her side. She knew that come sundown she’d look worse than dead but the flaking paint in the corner of the room helped her forget - at least for a little while.
Her mind kept going back to Fangtasia, back to Pam. Every time she closed her eyes the woman was there, right there in her mind’s eye. She made a sort of competition with herself to see how long she could keep them open for, not even a minute. Even though sleeping was out of the question she couldn’t not blink, as childish as that notion was anyway, she sort of missed Pam - no she did miss her.
The woman offered Jessica what she’d always wanted, and without knowing. She felt a deep and strong connection, and now having laid eyes on her Jessica couldn’t see herself with anyone else. She thought odd things, strange things that seemed to be so real. But were they?
“What time is it?” Nan groaned, rolling onto her side.
“Seven thirty.”
“You’re still awake?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Jessica went back to staring at the flaking paint. Nan’s evening would begin soon and thus her own. She’d get up, follow her around and then wait for her like some sort of puppy-dog. It was the usual. It was her life now.
“Wake me up in half an hour,” Nan groaned, rolling back onto her stomach.
“Fine,” Jessica sighed, sitting up on the bed. Her pale legs hung over the side, her back to Nan.
Who was she really?
**
“You were up early.”
Pam looked up from the patch of floor she was busy scrubbing. Of course she didn’t enjoy manual labour, but it deterred her from bleeding all over the place.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied, her eyes rolling at Eric. She went back to scrubbing only ceasing as a hand pulled her up from the floor.
“Scrubbing the floor really doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh please - I was doing worse before I met you.”
Eric removed his grip from her wrist, his expression speaking volumes,
“Don’t try and hide your emotions from me Pamela - it’s futile.”
She rolled her eyes, dropping the scrubbing brush. She lifted her hand to her face to inspect her nails, earning a barely audible groan from her lips - there went her manicure.
“I need a distraction,” she commented, shrugging with an exasperated sigh, “Look at these nails.”
Eric did just that, his head tilting - he was good at hiding his amusement.
“It was a good manicure.”
“Yes - I think I’ll go for pink this time,” she agreed, taking a step to brush past him but of course he stopped her.
“I told you Pamela - futile.”
He stood her in front of him; she shivered underneath his scrupulous gaze - even after all these years.
“Don’t ignore her calling,” he commented, knowing full well she understood, “She needs you.”
Sarcasm dripped from her reply,
“Like I need a nice pair of silver earrings.”
“Just listen for once,” he snapped, “I would have never left you.”
She slapped him,
“I never left her Eric, she was taken from me.”
**
“Please - I’ll be bored, alone, for three days,” Jessica pouted, trying to the best of her ability to persuade Nan to let her leave the hotel while she was in some backwater town for her TV show.
“Bon Temps isn’t a million miles away,” Nan pondered, more to herself than to Jessica, “I suppose I could let you - but you don’t go alone.”
Jessica nodded enthusiastically, her eyes practically lighting up,
“I promise - I’ll be good.”
Nan laughed,
“That’ll be a first.”
Jessica stepped toward her trying not to bounce too much, but she couldn’t ignore the slight spring in her step.
“So - that a yes?”
“Yes,” Nan sighed, letting Jessica throw her arms around her neck.
**
Pam had gone outside after her little spat with Eric. She knew she’d been out of line, deep down at least, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Eric knew she was sorry - it wasn’t the first time.
In a nutshell the whole situation was fucked, it was beyond fucked up, it was just so...hard.
Jessica was in her blood. Jessica was so close and yet she’d never been as far away. The poor girl didn’t understand the danger she’d put them both in, even just talking to her - even just seeing her.
“Shouldn’t have,” she muttered running a freshly manicured hand through her hair, “Goddamned idiot!”
Cursing herself outside in the parking lot wasn’t going to help things at all. Neither was Jessica just turning up out of the blue - like now, right now.
“Hey.”
She turned around, her leather corset creaking and earning a rare look from Jessica, one laced with lust, desire and amusement.
“Hello Kitten,” Pam spoke softly, she couldn’t help it, it came natural to her around Jessica, “You’re looking well.”
Her blue eyes traced the small curves of Jessica’s figure, she swallowed. She looked mouth-watering in anything, even a simple sundress.
“Thanks,” she replied quietly, glancing away shyly, “I-I had to kinda’ beg to be here. Nan’s away for three days.”
“Three days?” Pam wasn’t able to contain the excitement in her voice.
“Yes,” Jessica confirmed with just as much excitement, “I thought I could - stay here a while, before I leave.”
“Of course,” Pam rushed before thinking it through, “That is if you want.”
“Course’ I do,” Jessica beamed, “Though I won’t be alone - as such.”
She glanced over her shoulder with a groan; the same two bodyguards stood a few yards away, trying to seem ‘casual’.
“That’s alright.”
**
They sat at a table in the corner of the bar. The night was still young, and music played at a quieter volume than usual - Pam suspected that was Eric’s request. The two of them nursed a bottle of tru blood each while Jessica’s bodyguards stood at the bar, talking to one of the dancers. Pam was glad they were easily distracted.
“I couldn’t sleep at all last night,” she admitted quietly taking a hold of Jessica’s hand, the girl didn’t object.
“Strange - me either,” Jessica admitted too, smiling sweetly, she squeezed Pam’s hand, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you - I can’t, I-I mean you’re always-”
She stopped herself in her tracks, glancing toward the tabletop having noticed the look Pam was giving her. She probably thought she was crazy.
“It’s alright sweet thing,” Pam soothed her after a slight pause, “You were on my mind too.”
“Really?”
“Of course - how could you not be?”
Pam lifted her hand and kissed it sweetly, in fact it was probably the sweetest gesture she’d made in many a year. Jessica could tell, it made her stomach flip. She wisely paused, before asking her anything else.
“So you felt it too?”
Jessica saw the older vampire’s brow furrow, a look of concentration lingered on her face. It felt as if Pam was reading her, from the inside out. She shivered, wondering whether she’d said the right thing. But as soon as Pam kissed her hand again she felt a wave of relief wash over her.
“Yes.”
“Pamela.”
Both women turned, to meet the Viking who towered above them.
“Eric?”
He cleared his throat, eying their joined hands a moment before glancing toward the bar where the two bodyguards sat chatting.
“How about I help you two get out of here?”
Part 4
Author: crumpledquill
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Pairing: Pam/Jessica (Jessica/Nan, Pam/Nan)
Spoilers: None as it's AU
Disclaimer: I disclaim all characters etc that aren't mine.
Summary: Sequel to Let's Get Lost. Nan is Jessica's 'maker', but what happens when they visit Louisiana? Queue Pam. Set a few years after Let's Get Lost.
The ceiling was far too interesting now; at least it offered a distraction. Jessica had spent the day awake, Nan literally dead to the world by her side. She knew that come sundown she’d look worse than dead but the flaking paint in the corner of the room helped her forget - at least for a little while.
Her mind kept going back to Fangtasia, back to Pam. Every time she closed her eyes the woman was there, right there in her mind’s eye. She made a sort of competition with herself to see how long she could keep them open for, not even a minute. Even though sleeping was out of the question she couldn’t not blink, as childish as that notion was anyway, she sort of missed Pam - no she did miss her.
The woman offered Jessica what she’d always wanted, and without knowing. She felt a deep and strong connection, and now having laid eyes on her Jessica couldn’t see herself with anyone else. She thought odd things, strange things that seemed to be so real. But were they?
“What time is it?” Nan groaned, rolling onto her side.
“Seven thirty.”
“You’re still awake?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Jessica went back to staring at the flaking paint. Nan’s evening would begin soon and thus her own. She’d get up, follow her around and then wait for her like some sort of puppy-dog. It was the usual. It was her life now.
“Wake me up in half an hour,” Nan groaned, rolling back onto her stomach.
“Fine,” Jessica sighed, sitting up on the bed. Her pale legs hung over the side, her back to Nan.
Who was she really?
**
“You were up early.”
Pam looked up from the patch of floor she was busy scrubbing. Of course she didn’t enjoy manual labour, but it deterred her from bleeding all over the place.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied, her eyes rolling at Eric. She went back to scrubbing only ceasing as a hand pulled her up from the floor.
“Scrubbing the floor really doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh please - I was doing worse before I met you.”
Eric removed his grip from her wrist, his expression speaking volumes,
“Don’t try and hide your emotions from me Pamela - it’s futile.”
She rolled her eyes, dropping the scrubbing brush. She lifted her hand to her face to inspect her nails, earning a barely audible groan from her lips - there went her manicure.
“I need a distraction,” she commented, shrugging with an exasperated sigh, “Look at these nails.”
Eric did just that, his head tilting - he was good at hiding his amusement.
“It was a good manicure.”
“Yes - I think I’ll go for pink this time,” she agreed, taking a step to brush past him but of course he stopped her.
“I told you Pamela - futile.”
He stood her in front of him; she shivered underneath his scrupulous gaze - even after all these years.
“Don’t ignore her calling,” he commented, knowing full well she understood, “She needs you.”
Sarcasm dripped from her reply,
“Like I need a nice pair of silver earrings.”
“Just listen for once,” he snapped, “I would have never left you.”
She slapped him,
“I never left her Eric, she was taken from me.”
**
“Please - I’ll be bored, alone, for three days,” Jessica pouted, trying to the best of her ability to persuade Nan to let her leave the hotel while she was in some backwater town for her TV show.
“Bon Temps isn’t a million miles away,” Nan pondered, more to herself than to Jessica, “I suppose I could let you - but you don’t go alone.”
Jessica nodded enthusiastically, her eyes practically lighting up,
“I promise - I’ll be good.”
Nan laughed,
“That’ll be a first.”
Jessica stepped toward her trying not to bounce too much, but she couldn’t ignore the slight spring in her step.
“So - that a yes?”
“Yes,” Nan sighed, letting Jessica throw her arms around her neck.
**
Pam had gone outside after her little spat with Eric. She knew she’d been out of line, deep down at least, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Eric knew she was sorry - it wasn’t the first time.
In a nutshell the whole situation was fucked, it was beyond fucked up, it was just so...hard.
Jessica was in her blood. Jessica was so close and yet she’d never been as far away. The poor girl didn’t understand the danger she’d put them both in, even just talking to her - even just seeing her.
“Shouldn’t have,” she muttered running a freshly manicured hand through her hair, “Goddamned idiot!”
Cursing herself outside in the parking lot wasn’t going to help things at all. Neither was Jessica just turning up out of the blue - like now, right now.
“Hey.”
She turned around, her leather corset creaking and earning a rare look from Jessica, one laced with lust, desire and amusement.
“Hello Kitten,” Pam spoke softly, she couldn’t help it, it came natural to her around Jessica, “You’re looking well.”
Her blue eyes traced the small curves of Jessica’s figure, she swallowed. She looked mouth-watering in anything, even a simple sundress.
“Thanks,” she replied quietly, glancing away shyly, “I-I had to kinda’ beg to be here. Nan’s away for three days.”
“Three days?” Pam wasn’t able to contain the excitement in her voice.
“Yes,” Jessica confirmed with just as much excitement, “I thought I could - stay here a while, before I leave.”
“Of course,” Pam rushed before thinking it through, “That is if you want.”
“Course’ I do,” Jessica beamed, “Though I won’t be alone - as such.”
She glanced over her shoulder with a groan; the same two bodyguards stood a few yards away, trying to seem ‘casual’.
“That’s alright.”
**
They sat at a table in the corner of the bar. The night was still young, and music played at a quieter volume than usual - Pam suspected that was Eric’s request. The two of them nursed a bottle of tru blood each while Jessica’s bodyguards stood at the bar, talking to one of the dancers. Pam was glad they were easily distracted.
“I couldn’t sleep at all last night,” she admitted quietly taking a hold of Jessica’s hand, the girl didn’t object.
“Strange - me either,” Jessica admitted too, smiling sweetly, she squeezed Pam’s hand, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you - I can’t, I-I mean you’re always-”
She stopped herself in her tracks, glancing toward the tabletop having noticed the look Pam was giving her. She probably thought she was crazy.
“It’s alright sweet thing,” Pam soothed her after a slight pause, “You were on my mind too.”
“Really?”
“Of course - how could you not be?”
Pam lifted her hand and kissed it sweetly, in fact it was probably the sweetest gesture she’d made in many a year. Jessica could tell, it made her stomach flip. She wisely paused, before asking her anything else.
“So you felt it too?”
Jessica saw the older vampire’s brow furrow, a look of concentration lingered on her face. It felt as if Pam was reading her, from the inside out. She shivered, wondering whether she’d said the right thing. But as soon as Pam kissed her hand again she felt a wave of relief wash over her.
“Yes.”
“Pamela.”
Both women turned, to meet the Viking who towered above them.
“Eric?”
He cleared his throat, eying their joined hands a moment before glancing toward the bar where the two bodyguards sat chatting.
“How about I help you two get out of here?”
Part 4