murderousbitch​:

WORDS OF FORGIVENESS FILLED HER with another sense of desire that seemed to provide allowance for further indulgence. Even more so as it was followed with words of love. Given that second chance, she was not about to waste it again ; not this time, not with her. Another split second of movement and suddenly, the entirety of the desk was removed and swept onto the floor with a harsh growl from Pam who instantly shifted Faith onto the edge. Parting the Slayer's legs, Pam stepped between them but returned her hands to the side of Faith's face, kissing her deeply and passionately again. She had owed the other everything after their last encounter and she would give her anything and everything she wanted from that night forward, starting with this moment. Instantly now did hands begin to remove the other's clothes, her jacket and shirt for starters. Parting their lips if only for a moment to say, ❝ I neva' should've let ya walk outta that house. ❞ She had known it then and even more so since. Never again would she put Faith - or her - in that position again in fact, plans were already being made in her head on how they would begin to move forward. Until that moment though, she needed to ensure that Faith knew that she was all in. ❝ Tell me you're mine. ❞  

murderousbitch​:

THE BLOOD AT THE CORNER OF HER EYES BEGAN TO SLOWLY SPILL, though she was able to tame them to only a few, Pam watched Faith's reaction carefully. Eyes narrowing, waiting to see if the other would snap or concede. With Faith it was never a sure one way but a potential for both. Something Pam always adored about her ; that uncertainty which kept things exciting and frustrating all at the same time. These types of situations, the emotions specifically were not what either enjoyed nor was used to, usually avoiding them at all costs until it became too late... like now.

Hearing Faith's words however, a single brow arched. She had almost expected the Slayer to reject her, to lash out or break something. It would have been in her M.O. but instead, she was begging. Confessing. Pam looked at her with some surprise but also, there was a spark of something more. A sort of sentimental glance that had usually only been reserved for Eric, but in this instance, she couldn't help herself as head canted to the side at the woman's words. She had watched the woman struggle, but she had no idea what was truly going on in her head all this time.

Damning it all to Hell ; her pride, her worries, her fears, she broke the distance between them. Hand grabbing at the back of Faiths neck and pulling her close until lips clashed in an almost desperate, passionate embrace. Her other hand gripping at the small of her back before wrapping around her waist. She had been craving her for far too long and it was out of her own stupidity that kept them apart this long. She would never forgive herself for that, but she hoped Faith would. Parting their lips for a brief moment, the hand at the back of her neck shifted to rest against the other's cheek, thumb caressing flesh. ❝ You're not alone. I'm so sorry. ❞ Nose brushed against Faith's own, ❝ forgive me. ❞

pizzaforensics​:

                                 Being a simple man with two working eyes, he was having difficulties keeping his eyes elsewhere or focused. “Yes I am,” Jason stated with a nod and grin firmly in place as he did finally look her in the eyes. Eyes that were wandering as his own had just done, but he didn’t mind, not a bit. He sat up a bit straighter, cocky grin still on display. At her question, he hesitated in answering as he had to think of what to say because in truth, he hadn’t interreacted with the woman much, this was probably the first real conversation he had had with her. “Well…” he began, fingers taking hold of mug before he was taking a hearty drink, back of hand wiping away suds from lips, “’m sorry but I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout ‘xcept yer a fan-vamper an’ make me nervous.”

HIS HESITATION ONLY FUELED HER ENTICEMENT, shoulders hunched forward, waiting for him to answer her question but loving every second that ticked by while he tried to find the words. Lips still curled in a smirk, her brow arching when he nearly called her a 'fanger' but instead, immediately corrected himself. For a minute, she merely stood there, eyes blinking only once as head slowly tilted to one side. In a split second however, she was no longer behind the bar but standing right beside him, close enough to feel any amount of gasping breath brush against her. ❝ Now, why would I make you nervous? ❞

pizzaforensics​:

AN AMUSED SORT OF SMIRK CURLED across painted lips at his defensive words. She watched as his eyes once again trailed towards her chest, a single brow arching in retrospect before she allowed her own gaze to wander over him. Chuckling, she leaned into the well of the bar with the other hand propped upon her hip. ❝ Yeah, you're a real 'pretty boy' ain't ya? ❞ She chuckled. Head tilts to the side then as she continued to eye him, now accepting his words as some sort of permission - as if she needed one - gobbling him up. Unlike his sister who was nothing more than a literal snack, he had something far more appealing to the blonde than just blood alone. He may not have been Fae, but he was a sight, she had to give him that. ❝ What else 'bout me do ya find appealin'? ❞  

pizzaforensics​:

PAM MERELY SMIRKED AT HIS INITIAL statement. If either of them were to win the most perverted mind, he didn't even stand a chance, though she doesn't speak more on the matter. Best to keep him guessing, it was more fun that way. Perhaps, he'd learn in due time. Why he was even there in the first place, was somewhat beyond her, though it didn't take a genius to make a simple educated guess. There was only one reason why humans came to a bar like Fangtasia and it was never just for the alcohol or the scenery. Without skipping a beat, Pamela proceeded in pouring him another beer and setting it down in front of him, knowing he could use another. ❝ That so? Seems you've got more reason to stare than I do. ❞ She stated with an arched brow, taking notice of where his eyes had wandered even for that slightest second.  

murderousbitch​:

FAITH'S HOSTILITY HAD BROUGHT IT ALL BACK ; that night, the very night she never wanted to repeat ever again began to flash in her mind. But it wasn't Faith's voice that echoed in her head when she spoke, but Velma's. Words so similar, they might as well have been the same. ' Sorry a fuckin' pathetic little human fell in love with you ' they were almost identical it was hard to tell the difference after so many years and yet, they still seemed so fresh. What Faith said, might as well have been the precise words used that Velma did the night she died.

Though the circumstances were different, that feeling of intense rage remained the same. It was all too much. Now was Faith's turn to lash out and she had every reason to. All the while though, the corner of Pam's eyes began to pool with blood which would soon fall down porcelain flesh. By the end of it, the vampire could no longer hold in what she had been keeping inside for years. A sadness only her Maker had known about that festered inside of her. ❝ Velma's love for me is what got 'er killed! ❞ Pam snapped, tears finally flowing down her cheeks when she looked to Faith again.

❝ She was human too, just as stubborn an' ruthless as you an' yet, she ended up dyin' in my arms try'na prove herself. She wasn't as strong as you, o'course, couldn't fight 'gainst vampires the way you can. I refused, for so many years, lovin' 'gain, especially anotha' human. Then you came along an' you reminded me so much o' her without me even realizin' it at first, 'till I saw that picture... an' I couldn't bear goin' through that shit 'gain. It ain't a matta' o' not given a fuck, Faith, I pushed ya away 'cause I didn't know what else to do! I ain't sayin' that's an excuse.. I overreacted, okay, I'll admit that now. I'll tell ya everythin' ya wanna know. Every pain o' it, if that's what ya want. I knew ya could handle yourself where Velma couldn't. ❞

Her face now showed every bit of emotional expression that she usually lacked in these types of situations. Fingers shifting through her her hair, practically shaking as she turned away for a split second. Palm once again residing on the desk as she looked towards the floor and tried to calm down. ❝ When I found 'er, it was already too late. She was the first human I had eva' loved, until you. ❞

She looked to Faith again, ❝ I did chase after ya. I watched ya slay your vamps an' your demons until I couldn't watch ya anymore. I'd ratha' lose ya 'cause o' some stupid bullshit fight than 'ave ya die in my arms the way she did and have ya gone foreva'. But no, it wasn't easy for me an' I ain't expectin' it to just wash away. The vamps who killed Velma did it 'cause they were sendin' me a message ; a warnin'. I couldn't risk havin' the same fate happen to you. I couldn't bear the reason o' you dyin' bein' 'cause o' my feelings for you. I got scared an' I handled it wrong, I know that. ❞

murderousbitch​:

OF COURSE, FAITH WOULD RESPOND IN SUCH A WAY ; almost pious as her reputation would uphold as well as deliberate and curt. However, Pam had to appreciate the fact that the woman stopped at the door without turning the knob. Still, her words about preferring to be stabbed again might as well have been a dagger stabbing her right back and yet, Pam knew she deserved that. So, she said nothing to fight her, this time. Instead, she remained quiet for a moment, jaw clenching as she resisted another eye roll.

There was also notice of the word ' had ' which she couldn't very well argue given the last several months but it still made her face harden. ❝ I said I was sorry... what more do'ya want? ❞ Finally, gaze turned towards Faith then. Expression still stern though she sighs almost dramatically before rolling her neck and uncrossing her legs to stand. All the while do fingers maintain their position upon the desk. ❝ Before ya answer that just know, the apology was sincere. Wouldn't 'ave said it at all if it weren't. I can't take back what I said, but I can... at least... say I regret 'em. ❞  

murderousbitch​:

BOTH WOMEN SAT ACROSS FROM ONE ANOTHER as if it had been nothing more than a business meeting. Their bodies stiff as boards and stoic in expression, though deep down there was anguish and turmoil. It was a conundrum to wonder how two stubborn and prideful women could resolve an issue such as theirs without one breaking. But Pam somehow knew, she had known for far too long now what needed to be done. Her conversation with Eric had brought a lot of things to light, regardless of her not wanting to admit it.

Her brows furrowed and nostrils flared as Faith seemed to conclude the conversation in a rather nonchalant sort of demeanor. Knowing the other well, she expected this from the slayer. Faith had, in some way, been even more tenacious than the vampire. It had been one of the many reasons why Pam had fallen for her in the first place. Fingers had paused their movement on the desk and remained there in position like a statue even after the other woman rose from her seat and walked towards the door.

❝ I'm sorry. ❞ She said suddenly, without looking over at Faith. Her face still inflexible as she stared into the corner on the opposite side of the room. ❝ I didn't mean what I said an' I was in the wrong. Seein' that picture 'gain... ❞ her voice trailed off, her tone becoming somewhat softer which was rather unusual for the blonde. ❝ It wasn't your fault an' I'm sorry. ❞    

murderousbitch​:

PLEASED TO SEE THE OTHER FOLLOW SUIT and take a seat, Pam waited patiently for the business explanation that had brought her here. When she finally provided it, Pamela's brow came to arch in silent response. She had not heard of any vampires being sent to New Orleans for any reason at least, not since they had been dealing V. Eric would have told her, surely. Her first instinct being to tell Faith to go ahead and swarm the herd ; kill them all. But if it had been a plan of Eric's, she was of course, obligated to inquire with him first. Seemed strange, however, given that they had sworn never to keep things from one another again.

Unless it was somehow connected to something that might have put her own self in some sort of danger. Even still, she found that hard to believe. At the very least, she hoped that wasn't the case. ❝ That so? ❞ Is all Pam could say initially as fingers tapped lightly upon the desk between them, just as they had on the bar top only moments before. The term to which Faith used to mention Eric had not gone unnoticed ; 'The Sheriff' as if his name was now somehow off limits out of spite.

Another brief moment passed by before the vampire spoke again, ❝ I know nothin' 'bout that an' believe me, I'm just as surprised as you outta be by that. Far as I know, we ain't doin' that shit no more. Then 'gain, Sheriff's full o' surprises, ain't he? ❞ She manages a slight smirk that only lasts a mere few seconds before it disappears again. ❝ No, 'suppose we wouldn't want that. Seems we have a lot o' discussin' to do... the Sheriff an' I. ❞ There she goes, throwing that repeated title in her face. ❝ I'll talk with him an' let ya know, or he will. Anythin' else? ❞  

murderousbitch​:

DIDN'T SURPRISE HER WHEN FAITH TURNED HER GAZE AWAY, it was to be expected given their last conversation. As much as it went against her own pride, Pam knew she had been the one to instigate the argument. Naturally, Faith's response was how she'd expect her to be ; nonchalant and aloof and yet, she could smell the sadness deep within her veins which had matched her own. In truth, Pam was glad Faith had entered the club that night as it made things easier for her to do what she knew should've been done months ago.

But it still wouldn't be that simple. So, with a roll of her eyes, Pam's fingers tapped lightly upon the bar top. ❝ Shit aside, whateva ya gotta say to Eric, ya can say to me. ❞ Although she knew there was the chance of Faith making some sort of comeback line or refusal, Pam wasn't going to give her much of an option unless she genuinely wanted to just walk away. After a brief pause, Pam removed herself from the bar and walked her way towards the office.  

If there was real business to discuss, anything vampire and slayer related would have gotten to Pam's ears eventually. Even Faith would have known that ; Eric told her everything, especially now, there were no secrets between them anymore. But there was another conversation to be had, one that needed to be done in private anyway. Loud acoustics and  erratic obnoxious noises were not the proper surroundings. Even though it hadn't been her plan to see Faith tonight or even be given the chance to speak with her, it was now or never.

murderousbitch​:

                            Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. They all blurred together, meshing into one giant cluster fuck that she could hardly remember. Her last night in Shreveport, now that replayed in her mind like some sick sadistic instant replay, but it’s all she could think about. She had done her best to keep her mind occupied and not allow herself to feel and to just be, going out every night. It was risky, especially since she went by herself and there had been a few close calls, but whoever was up above wasn’t ready for her yet.

Work was the norm for her so Faith wasn’t too surprised to find herself in Shreveport after months of being gone. In and out, that’s what she told herself as she pulled up to Fangtasia and got out before making her way inside. It was another Thursday night of chaos and she would have been lying if she said she hadn’t missed it. But this was work related and that’t what she focused on as she moved to the bar. There she asked for Eric but was told he wasn’t in tonight and then she remembered who was on Thursday nights.

“Shit…” she hissed as she slowly turned to look over her shoulder and caught sight of Pamela. Maybe she hadn’t noticed her yet and she could slip out and be gone. But did she really want to do that? No, not really. So she stalled, dark eyes locked on the blonde that sat in the throne looking miserable, and for a moment she didn’t block the feelings, having missed her.

THAT FAMILIAR SCENT WAS UNMISTAKABLE, even through the array of other odors wafting through the air. It was distinct and recognizable even to the slightest degree. Her attention snapped, looking towards the bar until she took notice of the other woman. The Slayer ; her chest rising without a need for breath, eyes narrowing until she turned her focus away and contemplated her next move. But first, she had to wonder what brought the other back. Their last encounter had not ended on a clean nor positive note, she had been out of line and she knew that well now. But stubbornness still played a part along with pride.

Feeling the others gaze on her, she finally returns the gesture. Knuckles still pressed against pursing lips as the tension only seemed to arise. But even still, there was that lingering longing. She could smell it even from across the room, but that wasn't much of an invitation knowing Faith. For a moment she sat there on the throne, before finally making the decision to stand. Eyes glancing momentarily to the DJ insinuating that there was no need to turn the music down.

In a quick second, Pam was at the bar, standing next to her former lover with eyes almost glaring. Though there was a softness too ; a hesitance ; chin rising just slightly with hand upon her hip. ❝ You're lookin’ for Eric? ❞ She asked, a hint of surprise and confusion to her tone. Naturally, she had heard the initial inquiry for him from where she sat. Uncertain of the Slayer's overall intentions. ❝ I take it this surprise visit o’ yours is strictly business then? ❞  

@murderousbitch​​ gets a thing.

EXPRESSION HAD REMAINED THE SAME for the last several months or so ( however long it had been ), though responsibilities remained the same. Thursday nights were Eric's night off which meant Pam held all forms of authority for the evening. Though her demeanor and lack of giving any fucks was palpable, as it had been ever since... well, it didn't much matter now. All that mattered was her presence, regardless of how closed off she seemed. The loud vibrations from the speakers and constant chattering in the crowd rang highly throughout the club, leaving her slumped upon the throne, knuckles to cheek.

Lights flickering, the smell of mortal intoxication and arousal filled the air to which she usually found enjoyment in. But not tonight. Instead, she remained prominent in position, eyes merely focusing upon a single point on the wall while all the commotion happened in front of her. She hadn't even made a single insult to Ginger the entire night, which was in a way, entirely out of character for her. But alas, what was the fucking point? Nothing seemed to give her much joy these nights, not even a clever quip.

❝ NORMALLY I'D BE ALL 'BOUT THE SEXUAL INUENDOS—— but ain't ya got any other type o' vocabulary to work with? Might just be my own dirty lil' mind but you're reakin' o' sex already. To answer your question though, maybe if ya stopped starin' at me I wouldn't have to keep lookin' back with intrigue. ❞

dementedbeautyqueens​:

THE CORNER OF HER LIPS CURLED INTO A SMIRK. surprisingly amused by the other's words. It hadn't been a horrible idea, she thought, teasing Eric was always one of her favorite pass times. Especially considering who the other woman was to him, it wasn't beyond Pam's jurisdiction to fuck with him even to the slightest degree.

In fact, she just might. Keera seemed on board with the idea, so that was a plus. In regards to everything else, Pam hadn't been entirely serious about the cliché girlish bonding time so she was glad to hear that none of it seemed ideal to her as an actual option for something to do.

It was her later statement that caused Pam's brows to arch with intrigue. Scaring locals... now there was an idea, one she hadn't expected the other to say. Though part of her did wonder if she had been serious or just continuing the joke. ❝ You're right, the pillow fight would get violent real quick. ❞ She nodded in acknowledgement. ❝ I'm very competitive. ❞ That was an understatement, but she preferred not to dive in too deep on that one.

The only other thing, she wasn't entirely looking forward to hanging around for the next two hours while Keera did her dirty work. ❝ Ya said it's gonna take ya what, two hours to get this finished? ❞ Was she really in a position to express urgency when it was a favor being done for her? Probably not, but Pam was the impatient type. ❝ Scarin' locals might be fun, dependin' on what exactly ya had in mind. ❞    

captainperoxidespike​:

captainperoxidespike​:

SOMETHING ABOUT HIM RESOGNATED WITH HER even more so now than their first encounter together. It was amazing to think that she had known him prior to ever meeting Eric. But it was a relationship she had grown to cherish, even more so now that they had both found themselves within similar fates. Hands moving with swift precision to remove the shirt off of his back, revealing the toned muscles underneath before leaning back slightly.