True Blood fic. Fire at will.
Title: Scared
Fandom: True Blood
Warnings: Um. Incest. Spoilers up to 3.08, also. But you're probably gonna be mainly concerned with the incest. Haters to the left, if you please.
Pairing: Lafayette/Tara. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Notes: Look at the post below this one, that's where I try to explain myself *hangs head*
Summary: Tara is scared.
Rating: NC17
Tara bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. She focussed on a spot on the opposite wall and tried to keep her breathing even. Lafayette’s hands were strong and soothing on her foot. His thumbs pressed firmly into the arch, the pressure easing the tightness there. She didn’t have to go back, ever. There was nothing to be afraid of now. Franklin was gone, Lafayette had her. She was safe ... so why did she feel so godawful?
She watched the light glint off her cousins gold earring as he continued to massage her foot. He’d been so nice to her, so understanding, especially after everything she’d put him through. She knew he wanted to help, but Tara couldn’t face talking about anything just yet. Christ, even thinking about everything that had happened with Sookie ... how close they’d come to losing her again thanks to that damn vampire ... how she’d thrown him out into the sunlight ... the way she’d wept into Alcide’s shoulder as Bill had brought Sookie back from death ... and Franklin. As long as she lived, Tara knew she’d never forget how she fought for her life against that monster. She shivered as the fear came over her again, and hoped Lafayette hadn’t noticed.
He had. “Tara,” he said quietly, releasing her foot. “You gettin’ cold?” She couldn’t answer as he moved to sit beside her. Her flamboyantly styled cousin was nothing to be scared of, but she couldn’t help it - she folded her arms protectively across her body and felt a tear run down her cheek. Lafayette took Tara in his arms and tried to hold her close, his eyes filled with a kindness and concern she didn’t deserve. She felt her body tense up involuntarily as she leaned away, but he resisted and pulled her to him.
“Hey, hey, where you goin’? C’mere,” he soothed cradling her head in his hand. “I aint gonna hurt you Tara,” he said. Tara could hear the sadness in his voice - she knew he hated seeing her like this, seeing her afraid of everything, including him. The misery was spreading, she realised as she clutched a fistful of Lafayette’s shirt, and she was continuing to hurt the one person who’d always been so good to her. Fuck Franklin. Fuck Franklin for ruining everything that had ever meant anything.
Lafayette covered her hand with his and released her fingers. “Here, lie back,” he murmured, shifting the pillow and lowering her until she was flat on her back. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold her emotions in check as Lafayette stroked her forehead. More tears welled up behind her closed eyelids and trailed down her temples. Lafayette tightened his arm around her, giving her a squeeze. Without warning she felt his lips on hers. He kissed her.
Tara responded before she’d even fully realised what was happening. Confusion and realisation hit her simultaneously and she looked up at him, her eyes wide and scared.
“What - what are you doin’?” she asked in a shaky voice. Lafayette’s eyes locked onto hers and she could see the pain there.
“Tara - you don’t got to tell me what happened to you. I know it, girl. I can see it in you. I can see it hurtin’ you,” he said. Tara’s breath hitched in her chest as she tried to speak, but Lafayette shook his head slowly.
“You can’t let it take more from you, Tara. I’ve been there, I know how it is. The flashbacks. The wakin’ up screamin’. You don’t want that. You gotta get this thing before it gets you,” he said softly.
“What you need,” he whispered, “is to retrain your mind. You need to make yourself believe that you’re okay, even if you ain’t. You need to remember that being touched is a good thing,” he said. Lafayette placed his hand against her cheek. “Even if it means I gotta remind you myself”. His eyes focussed more clearly still on hers - she was dimly aware of his other hand, warm and flat against her stomach, softly stroking the skin under her shirt. “Okay?”
Tara hesitated. This was fucking crazy, she knew it. He was gay - he was her cousin. They’d been in each other’s lives for as long as she could remember, yet here she was, considering letting him change their relationship forever. What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe she did need to be committed, hell, maybe he did too. But then again, maybe ... maybe it wasn’t so bad. After all, if anyone could make her feel better, it was Lafayette. He’d never hurt her. He’d never treat her with the carelessness all the jerks in her past had, or the cruelty that Franklin had subjected her to. He’d be gentle. He’d take care of her. And that was what she needed. Swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, she nodded.
“Okay.”
Lafayette’s hand was still on her, his fingers tracing light patterns across her ribs. He kissed her again, and this time his lips parted hers gently, his tongue colliding softly with hers. She could taste the vague berry flavour of his lip gloss. No turning back now.
It wasn’t perfect, hell, it wasn’t even right. If anyone ever found out - shit, she couldn’t bear to think about it. If Lettie-Mae knew she’d never stop praying. Tara’s soul would be beyond redemption, and even though she wasn’t sure if she believed in her mother’s fire-and-brimstone notions of heaven and hell, she was pretty sure that if there was such a thing as eternal damnation this was the kind of thing that would send her straight to it.
But Lafayette had what she needed - safety, warmth, and unconditional love. No one else in this town had even pretended to give a damn about her when it really counted. He’d never left her. And now, lying underneath him while he stroked the side of her breast through her bra and ran lips lightly along the line of her jaw, she began to believe that he, at least, never would.
Lafayette pulled Tara’s shirt up and helped her lift it over her head, his hands on her waist gently guiding her to lie face down on the bed. “We’s gonna start slow, okay?” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the bare skin of her shoulder.
She nodded again as Lafayette unclipped her bra and ran his hands over her back. His fingers seemed to know just where to touch, massaging the tense knots out of her shoulders and neck. Tara forced herself to breathe for what felt like the first time in several minutes. Lafayette’s hands were spread flat across her shoulders, his skilled fingers applying pressure to the base of her neck. He rubbed hard against the built up tension in her muscles, encouraging her to release the tightness in her back.
He was good at this, Tara remembered. She thought back to all the nights they’d spent in front of the TV at Lafayette’s house, her sitting in front of the couch between his knees as he massaged her shoulders while they watched stupid movies and quoted their favourite lines. It seemed like a long time ago - so much shit had happened since then. She’d give anything have her life from three years ago back, to be painting Lafayette’s nails in some garish shade only he could pull off, while they mocked the hell out of M. Night Shyamalan.
Lafayette’s hands warmed her back as he massaged the tight ache between her shoulder blades. She whimpered when his hands pressed a little too hard on a tender spot in her lower back and he crooned a soft apology.
“Just relax,” he told her, slowly working the sore muscle beneath his hands. He rubbed lightly until the knot began to give, and then pressed hard, rolling the heel of his hand over her. Tara sighed as she felt Lafayette’s hands return to her shoulders, gently turning her over so that she was looking up at him. Her now-bare chest was against his, his arms between her back and the mattress beneath them.
Another kiss on her lips, and then he moved to her neck. Tara couldn’t help recoiling slightly - Franklin had done this to her, touched her there and bitten roughly. Lafayette continued to nuzzle the crook of her neck gently, and flexed his fingers against her lower back.
“I know, 'relax',” she whispered. She forced herself to stop fisting the bedsheet beneath her, and placed her hands on Lafayette’s biceps. He was so warm. His weight on top of her was a comforting shield compared to Franklin’s oppressive intrusion. His mouth on her skin was so different to the savage vampire’s. No piercing fangs, just tender kissing and soft sucking. When he did bite her he did so with infinite gentleness, his tongue moving instantly to soothe her.
His hand palmed her breast gently - she could feel the slight calluses on his hands from working on the road crew - or perhaps healed blisters from cooking. No amount of his fancy moisturisers could eliminate them completely, and she resolved to tease him about it when they were in a more normal state. If that ever happened.
Lafayette’s thumb grazed her right nipple as he took the left into his mouth. The cold, dangerous, electric feeling she’d experienced with Franklin couldn’t have been more different from what she felt now. He kissed down her stomach and then -
He’d never, as far as Tara knew, ever touched a woman like this before, but damn if he wasn’t a fast learner. When Franklin had fucked her, he’d been one of two extremes - either rough and unfeeling, seemingly neither knowing nor caring if he was touching Tara in a way she liked, or else disturbingly omniscient, as if he had some horrible instinct for the exact spots that would make her scream in shameful pleasure and plead for him to stop.
Lafayette didn’t know her body the way Franklin had, but his exploration of her was gentle and loving, his tongue moving between her thighs with tantalising slowness. One of his hands was working her gently, two fingers massaging inside her as he licked. The other was entwined with hers.
Her breath was coming in gasps and she squeezed her eyes shut once again. He was her cousin, this was wrong; she should make him stop before he got her even closer to climaxing than she already was. His tongue continued to tease and tickle her clit, the slight increase in pressure making her surge with a mixture of guilt and desire. But he was also making her forget. The memory of Franklin’s cruel hands pawing at her body seemed slightly further away. She could still feel good. She could still be treated tenderly.
Lafayette pulled away slightly, moving to kiss her mouth again. His kiss was deeper this time, more possessive. She looped her arms around his neck and kept her eyes closed as he placed his forehead against hers.
“How you doin’ babygirl?” he whispered, his lips lightly brushing her eyelid. She nodded wordlessly, unsure whether it was anticipation or fear washing over her as she felt him between her legs.
He fucked her slowly and deeply - nothing like the brutal pounding Franklin had assaulted her with, which had left bruises on her hips and a dull ache inside her for days afterward. The base of his cock massaged her clit firmly with every thrust and Tara struggled to contain her moans. She could hear small growling noises coming from the back of Lafayette’s throat and could tell by the way he held her that he was struggling not to push into her too hard. He pulled them both into a sitting position, and Tara allowed her legs to wrap around him, taking him deeper than she’d thought possible. He held her hips, guiding her to rub against him, the sensitivity of her clit bringing her closer and closer.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, a soft scream escaping her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, causing her to shudder and her muscles to contract. Lafayette groaned softly as she tightened around him, his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.
They stayed there for a while, arms around each other, skin on skin, warmth on warmth. The awkwardness Tara had expected didn’t come. She waited for Lafayette to shove her away from him, to stare at her, transfixed by the horror of what had just happened between them - but he didn’t. Instead he held her, running his hands slowly up and down her back until she moved away. Even then he gripped her hand, letting go only when it became apparent that he couldn’t reach his clothes from where they were.
Lafayette slipped his yoga pants back on as Tara wriggled into her panties. She gave Lafayette a shy smile as he handed her his tank top instead of her own, helping her slip it over her head and straighten the material.
He smoothed Tara’s hair back from her face and kissed her forehead gently. “You okay?” he asked.
Tara nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck once again and savouring the feeling of him hugging her tightly.
Lafayette pulled back the bedcovers and carefully manoeuvred them both to lie comfortably, pulling the blanket up and tucking it around them. “Then you jus’ sleep,” he whispered. “You relax and you sleep, because I’s right here, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere”.
She still woke up screaming that night - the panic wasn’t gone, not yet. But this time she wasn’t alone - Lafayette was still there, cuddling her close, kneading her back, and whispering soothingly in her ear.
“Shhh. It’s okay baby ... it’s okay. He can’t hurt you no more. You jus’ relax and hold tight to me ... I’ll take care of you now ... that’s my girl ... just breathe ... good. That’s good,” he murmured, rubbing her back as her sobs gave way to shaking breaths. Tara buried her face against Lafayette’s chest, winding her arms around him as he held her securely.
It still hurt. And she was still scared. But at least she wasn’t still alone.
Fandom: True Blood
Warnings: Um. Incest. Spoilers up to 3.08, also. But you're probably gonna be mainly concerned with the incest. Haters to the left, if you please.
Pairing: Lafayette/Tara. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Notes: Look at the post below this one, that's where I try to explain myself *hangs head*
Summary: Tara is scared.
Rating: NC17
Tara bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. She focussed on a spot on the opposite wall and tried to keep her breathing even. Lafayette’s hands were strong and soothing on her foot. His thumbs pressed firmly into the arch, the pressure easing the tightness there. She didn’t have to go back, ever. There was nothing to be afraid of now. Franklin was gone, Lafayette had her. She was safe ... so why did she feel so godawful?
She watched the light glint off her cousins gold earring as he continued to massage her foot. He’d been so nice to her, so understanding, especially after everything she’d put him through. She knew he wanted to help, but Tara couldn’t face talking about anything just yet. Christ, even thinking about everything that had happened with Sookie ... how close they’d come to losing her again thanks to that damn vampire ... how she’d thrown him out into the sunlight ... the way she’d wept into Alcide’s shoulder as Bill had brought Sookie back from death ... and Franklin. As long as she lived, Tara knew she’d never forget how she fought for her life against that monster. She shivered as the fear came over her again, and hoped Lafayette hadn’t noticed.
He had. “Tara,” he said quietly, releasing her foot. “You gettin’ cold?” She couldn’t answer as he moved to sit beside her. Her flamboyantly styled cousin was nothing to be scared of, but she couldn’t help it - she folded her arms protectively across her body and felt a tear run down her cheek. Lafayette took Tara in his arms and tried to hold her close, his eyes filled with a kindness and concern she didn’t deserve. She felt her body tense up involuntarily as she leaned away, but he resisted and pulled her to him.
“Hey, hey, where you goin’? C’mere,” he soothed cradling her head in his hand. “I aint gonna hurt you Tara,” he said. Tara could hear the sadness in his voice - she knew he hated seeing her like this, seeing her afraid of everything, including him. The misery was spreading, she realised as she clutched a fistful of Lafayette’s shirt, and she was continuing to hurt the one person who’d always been so good to her. Fuck Franklin. Fuck Franklin for ruining everything that had ever meant anything.
Lafayette covered her hand with his and released her fingers. “Here, lie back,” he murmured, shifting the pillow and lowering her until she was flat on her back. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold her emotions in check as Lafayette stroked her forehead. More tears welled up behind her closed eyelids and trailed down her temples. Lafayette tightened his arm around her, giving her a squeeze. Without warning she felt his lips on hers. He kissed her.
Tara responded before she’d even fully realised what was happening. Confusion and realisation hit her simultaneously and she looked up at him, her eyes wide and scared.
“What - what are you doin’?” she asked in a shaky voice. Lafayette’s eyes locked onto hers and she could see the pain there.
“Tara - you don’t got to tell me what happened to you. I know it, girl. I can see it in you. I can see it hurtin’ you,” he said. Tara’s breath hitched in her chest as she tried to speak, but Lafayette shook his head slowly.
“You can’t let it take more from you, Tara. I’ve been there, I know how it is. The flashbacks. The wakin’ up screamin’. You don’t want that. You gotta get this thing before it gets you,” he said softly.
“What you need,” he whispered, “is to retrain your mind. You need to make yourself believe that you’re okay, even if you ain’t. You need to remember that being touched is a good thing,” he said. Lafayette placed his hand against her cheek. “Even if it means I gotta remind you myself”. His eyes focussed more clearly still on hers - she was dimly aware of his other hand, warm and flat against her stomach, softly stroking the skin under her shirt. “Okay?”
Tara hesitated. This was fucking crazy, she knew it. He was gay - he was her cousin. They’d been in each other’s lives for as long as she could remember, yet here she was, considering letting him change their relationship forever. What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe she did need to be committed, hell, maybe he did too. But then again, maybe ... maybe it wasn’t so bad. After all, if anyone could make her feel better, it was Lafayette. He’d never hurt her. He’d never treat her with the carelessness all the jerks in her past had, or the cruelty that Franklin had subjected her to. He’d be gentle. He’d take care of her. And that was what she needed. Swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, she nodded.
“Okay.”
Lafayette’s hand was still on her, his fingers tracing light patterns across her ribs. He kissed her again, and this time his lips parted hers gently, his tongue colliding softly with hers. She could taste the vague berry flavour of his lip gloss. No turning back now.
It wasn’t perfect, hell, it wasn’t even right. If anyone ever found out - shit, she couldn’t bear to think about it. If Lettie-Mae knew she’d never stop praying. Tara’s soul would be beyond redemption, and even though she wasn’t sure if she believed in her mother’s fire-and-brimstone notions of heaven and hell, she was pretty sure that if there was such a thing as eternal damnation this was the kind of thing that would send her straight to it.
But Lafayette had what she needed - safety, warmth, and unconditional love. No one else in this town had even pretended to give a damn about her when it really counted. He’d never left her. And now, lying underneath him while he stroked the side of her breast through her bra and ran lips lightly along the line of her jaw, she began to believe that he, at least, never would.
Lafayette pulled Tara’s shirt up and helped her lift it over her head, his hands on her waist gently guiding her to lie face down on the bed. “We’s gonna start slow, okay?” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the bare skin of her shoulder.
She nodded again as Lafayette unclipped her bra and ran his hands over her back. His fingers seemed to know just where to touch, massaging the tense knots out of her shoulders and neck. Tara forced herself to breathe for what felt like the first time in several minutes. Lafayette’s hands were spread flat across her shoulders, his skilled fingers applying pressure to the base of her neck. He rubbed hard against the built up tension in her muscles, encouraging her to release the tightness in her back.
He was good at this, Tara remembered. She thought back to all the nights they’d spent in front of the TV at Lafayette’s house, her sitting in front of the couch between his knees as he massaged her shoulders while they watched stupid movies and quoted their favourite lines. It seemed like a long time ago - so much shit had happened since then. She’d give anything have her life from three years ago back, to be painting Lafayette’s nails in some garish shade only he could pull off, while they mocked the hell out of M. Night Shyamalan.
Lafayette’s hands warmed her back as he massaged the tight ache between her shoulder blades. She whimpered when his hands pressed a little too hard on a tender spot in her lower back and he crooned a soft apology.
“Just relax,” he told her, slowly working the sore muscle beneath his hands. He rubbed lightly until the knot began to give, and then pressed hard, rolling the heel of his hand over her. Tara sighed as she felt Lafayette’s hands return to her shoulders, gently turning her over so that she was looking up at him. Her now-bare chest was against his, his arms between her back and the mattress beneath them.
Another kiss on her lips, and then he moved to her neck. Tara couldn’t help recoiling slightly - Franklin had done this to her, touched her there and bitten roughly. Lafayette continued to nuzzle the crook of her neck gently, and flexed his fingers against her lower back.
“I know, 'relax',” she whispered. She forced herself to stop fisting the bedsheet beneath her, and placed her hands on Lafayette’s biceps. He was so warm. His weight on top of her was a comforting shield compared to Franklin’s oppressive intrusion. His mouth on her skin was so different to the savage vampire’s. No piercing fangs, just tender kissing and soft sucking. When he did bite her he did so with infinite gentleness, his tongue moving instantly to soothe her.
His hand palmed her breast gently - she could feel the slight calluses on his hands from working on the road crew - or perhaps healed blisters from cooking. No amount of his fancy moisturisers could eliminate them completely, and she resolved to tease him about it when they were in a more normal state. If that ever happened.
Lafayette’s thumb grazed her right nipple as he took the left into his mouth. The cold, dangerous, electric feeling she’d experienced with Franklin couldn’t have been more different from what she felt now. He kissed down her stomach and then -
He’d never, as far as Tara knew, ever touched a woman like this before, but damn if he wasn’t a fast learner. When Franklin had fucked her, he’d been one of two extremes - either rough and unfeeling, seemingly neither knowing nor caring if he was touching Tara in a way she liked, or else disturbingly omniscient, as if he had some horrible instinct for the exact spots that would make her scream in shameful pleasure and plead for him to stop.
Lafayette didn’t know her body the way Franklin had, but his exploration of her was gentle and loving, his tongue moving between her thighs with tantalising slowness. One of his hands was working her gently, two fingers massaging inside her as he licked. The other was entwined with hers.
Her breath was coming in gasps and she squeezed her eyes shut once again. He was her cousin, this was wrong; she should make him stop before he got her even closer to climaxing than she already was. His tongue continued to tease and tickle her clit, the slight increase in pressure making her surge with a mixture of guilt and desire. But he was also making her forget. The memory of Franklin’s cruel hands pawing at her body seemed slightly further away. She could still feel good. She could still be treated tenderly.
Lafayette pulled away slightly, moving to kiss her mouth again. His kiss was deeper this time, more possessive. She looped her arms around his neck and kept her eyes closed as he placed his forehead against hers.
“How you doin’ babygirl?” he whispered, his lips lightly brushing her eyelid. She nodded wordlessly, unsure whether it was anticipation or fear washing over her as she felt him between her legs.
He fucked her slowly and deeply - nothing like the brutal pounding Franklin had assaulted her with, which had left bruises on her hips and a dull ache inside her for days afterward. The base of his cock massaged her clit firmly with every thrust and Tara struggled to contain her moans. She could hear small growling noises coming from the back of Lafayette’s throat and could tell by the way he held her that he was struggling not to push into her too hard. He pulled them both into a sitting position, and Tara allowed her legs to wrap around him, taking him deeper than she’d thought possible. He held her hips, guiding her to rub against him, the sensitivity of her clit bringing her closer and closer.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, a soft scream escaping her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, causing her to shudder and her muscles to contract. Lafayette groaned softly as she tightened around him, his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.
They stayed there for a while, arms around each other, skin on skin, warmth on warmth. The awkwardness Tara had expected didn’t come. She waited for Lafayette to shove her away from him, to stare at her, transfixed by the horror of what had just happened between them - but he didn’t. Instead he held her, running his hands slowly up and down her back until she moved away. Even then he gripped her hand, letting go only when it became apparent that he couldn’t reach his clothes from where they were.
Lafayette slipped his yoga pants back on as Tara wriggled into her panties. She gave Lafayette a shy smile as he handed her his tank top instead of her own, helping her slip it over her head and straighten the material.
He smoothed Tara’s hair back from her face and kissed her forehead gently. “You okay?” he asked.
Tara nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck once again and savouring the feeling of him hugging her tightly.
Lafayette pulled back the bedcovers and carefully manoeuvred them both to lie comfortably, pulling the blanket up and tucking it around them. “Then you jus’ sleep,” he whispered. “You relax and you sleep, because I’s right here, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere”.
She still woke up screaming that night - the panic wasn’t gone, not yet. But this time she wasn’t alone - Lafayette was still there, cuddling her close, kneading her back, and whispering soothingly in her ear.
“Shhh. It’s okay baby ... it’s okay. He can’t hurt you no more. You jus’ relax and hold tight to me ... I’ll take care of you now ... that’s my girl ... just breathe ... good. That’s good,” he murmured, rubbing her back as her sobs gave way to shaking breaths. Tara buried her face against Lafayette’s chest, winding her arms around him as he held her securely.
It still hurt. And she was still scared. But at least she wasn’t still alone.