Make Me Bleed While My Heart is Still Beating (Tamber Oneshots)

Uncover (you little whore)

Lightning split the night sky, serving as a reminder of the cut electricity and continuous threat as thunder roared to rattle the windows. The sound shook the two-story house to its foundation, sending the only being awake into a hurried scramble to safety.

Within seconds, Tara leapt from her pallet on the floor to her best friend's bed. Her heart pounded against her ribcage and her breathing elevated, inducing her into a shallow asthma attack. She grabbed her inhaler off of the bedside table to her left and shook it quickly before proceeding to medicate her lungs and attempting to recover from the scare.

Meanwhile, Amber was jolted from sleep by the shifting of weight at her backside. Her eyes stayed closed and her state of mind still wavered between dream and reality, so she wasn't completely aware of how intense the storm outside was until she heard the suction and release of Tara's inhaler as she exhaled.

"Tara?" She turned over to view the smaller female, who had her knees to her chest and her eyes wide in consciousness, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she breathed out, dipping her chin in a shy nod, "The thunder just...scared the shit out of me."

Freeman huffed in amusement before her senses came to and detected the sweat on the back of her neck, having her pull her hair over her shoulder in a side flip. "It's so hot, what the fuck?"

Carpenter nodded and kicked at the covers below, "Yeah, sleeping on the floor did no good. I was still sweating like mad."

The older sighed, throwing off the blankets and jumping out of bed, "I'm gonna go check the thermostat. This is ridiculous."

She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and used its flashlight to disappear from the room. It only took a few moments before a lightning strike gave way to her silhouette returning, which was relief to her partner still in the bedroom.

"80 fucking degrees," she scoffed, placing her phone back down and looking to Tara, who raised her eyes to meet hers, "And the storm isn't even close to being over."

"So, what do we do? We obviously can't sleep, and the thunder is literally rattling your windows which is fucking creepy." Tara hugged her knees in a small shrug. She never did well with the heat and having eaten late and a decent amount at that, she was concerned about her stomach disagreeing with Mother Nature's wrath on her best friend's electricity. "And I'm not a fan of the heat..."

Amber shrugged, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she went to grab the hem of her light-brown shirt, "We take our shirts off. It'll keep us cooler longer."

Tara's eyes grew wide, and she couldn't help herself from dropping her gaze to her partner's toned abdomen as she pulled her clothes off and shook out her hair. Despite the darkness shadowing the pale skin, the definition of her abs were contoured against the lightning flashes and natural illuminance of the night, proving her efforts in the gym and adequate eating habits. She was a masterpiece, a sculpted beauty that was covered by goth clothing and an attractive profile. Her heart thumped and her body's temperature increased to heighten her sweat output, making her mouth salivate and her underarms tingle with embarrassment. Amber was model-material. And she was not...

But before she could become too captivated, the owner's vocals cut through her thoughts.

"Come on, take it off." Amber tossed her top onto the foot of the bedframe and climbed back onto the mattress, facing her companion. She joked in her infamous way, "If you're gonna stay on my bed, I'm not gonna have you sweat all over it."

Tara exhaled shakily and pulled herself closer, thankful for the lack of power for once; she was blushing like mad. The elegance Amber held with her spine straight and shoulders back, while her hands rested in her lap against the black shorts that complimented her legs in a generous hug, had her dizzy with wonder. She couldn't quite describe it, but she did know it was bittersweet and her insecurities were creeping up on her quickly. She forced herself to look away and mumbled, "I'm not taking my shirt off when you look like that..."