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

Uncover (just fuck me atp)

She gazed into her own night sky, battering her eyelashes at the teenager on top of her. Despite her taunts and ignorance upon her pleas, she couldn't feel more secure with anyone else but Amber. She couldn't help her submissive nature, and even if she wanted to play the 'bad cop', she would always find a way to outsmart her with her skills. She captivated her with her looks, style, attitude, passion, and loyalty. She couldn't ask for a better friend. She couldn't ask for a better...

With a grin of admiration, Amber relished Tara's warm breath on her pale cheeks and her sleepy smile before she captured her lips in a sincere kiss.

Thunder continued to rattle the windows, and lighting proceeded to highlight the pair's silhouette as they fell deeper into each other. The temperature inside the house was nothing compared to the temperature in between them as they closed the space that kept them apart.

Amber took Tara's lower lip with her own, while Tara twisted to deepen the embrace. The smaller female couldn't help but arch her spine when the being above her pressed her pelvis into hers, letting a pleasured moan slip past her captivation.

Freeman chuckled into Carpenter's vocalization, having her hands fold into hers as she felt her lower belly fizz with delight. She leaned in more, to the point their chests collided, and her hair fell over her shoulder to shield her partner from the rest of the room. She gripped her hands tightly and released a low moan herself, which had Tara shifting beneath her.

Although she was enjoying such a kiss, her asthmatic lungs were struggling to keep up with the excitement she was experiencing now and prior. She didn't want to stop, because what if this was the only one she got? What if Amber thinks she's a bad kisser, and that's why she's testing the waters now? What if after this, things get awkward, and they have to act like nothing happened? She didn't want that... But she couldn't breathe.

" Mmmm-hmm... "

Amber held on for a moment longer, her sadistic biology wanting to hear more from her biggest crush, but she had to make sure she was comfortable. She can't fuck up their first time taking greater strides in their relationship. She released her and smiled in a soft pant, "You okay?"

Tara was desperate for air, only answering with a lidded stare and a heaving chest before nodding.

Amber chuckled before grabbing the girl's inhaler off the side table, though she was glad when she saw her keep her now-free hand up with her seized one. Guess she liked that sorta thing. "Here," she put the device up to her lips and gave her some reprieve from the passion they just shared.

Carpenter sucked in the medication and relaxed with a soft hum, the relief having her body anticipating another round of kissing. But when she opened her eyes, she found the she-devil above beaming down at her like a predator and its prey. That couldn't be it, could it? She wanted more. She wanted this time with Amber more than she wanted the storm to stop, the lights to come back on, or a goodnight's sleep. She just wanted her, because she made all of her hurt melt away.

There was a sense of hope when her wrist was locked in again, having her adjust herself in a weary fashion before managing to speak. "C-Can we do that again?"

Amber knew what she was talking about, but she wanted to hear her say it. None of that beating-around-the-bush crap. Not when it came to Tara...

She laughed, "Do what again?"

Tara got impatient upon her burning cheeks, for even her giggles had her craving her more. Her innards churned with arousal, and her pelvis tingled in a way that had her bucking her hips while a small whine was released from her throat. "Kiss... Kiss me again, Amber..."

And she did, this time harder and deeper, pressing her warm body into Tara's and gently nipping at her lower lip. She embraced the submissive's tender noises as she felt her tug against the hold on her hands. But Amber didn't want to let her go just yet. She wanted to have the upper hand; to be in control of everything, because she was confident she'd been looking forward to this far longer than Tara had. She tightened her grip and tilted her head to push the younger's chin up before giving into the gratified moan that clogged her esophagus.