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

Different kind of Stabbing

So, Amber had been complaining about Tara's impassiveness. Rightfully so, in her defense. They had talked it out in the end, transparency was key in relationships after all, which resulted in Amber finally being able to get into Tara's pants. She wasn't gonna lie, she did an imaginary victory jump afterwards. But who could blame her? It had been a long time.

However, Amber regretted everything.

It was as if Tara had discovered a new favorite TV show or a cheap five star rated restaurant just around the corner, because the smaller girl began to jump Amber whenever she had the chance, not caring about any other circumstances.

First, Amber was entertained by Tara's sudden willingness to just have sex whenever they could, happy that her girlfriend had made that 180 she'd been wishing for. But then Amber realized she had created a monster.

Sure, she liked coming home to Tara waiting for her, having a nice dinner together and end their night with some steamy lovemaking. That was how it had progressed at first. She didn't think it would further progress into something she would dread.

The first time that Tara had dragged her into their car after one of Amber's evening lectures, was bearable. Until one of her fellow students had caught them in the corner of the parking lot, awkwardly looking away before he stepped in his car to drive away. Tara and her had laughed about it. But Amber wasn't able to find the humour in it for much longer.

"What are you doing?" Amber had asked in shock, when Tara hurriedly pushed Amber into an empty office room that belonged to some professor.

"We have fifteen minutes, so no talking," Tara had responded while pushing Amber against the scuffed desk.

Of course Amber enjoyed an evoking Tara, relishing the newfound forwardness of the girl, even if Amber was nervous about someone walking in on them. She liked the shift in Tara's demeanor... To an extent.

It got too much when she got dragged into an empty closet during one of their lunch breaks. Or when she'd woken up sore and groggy, just for Tara to roll her over and smother her against her will while Amber had no power to do anything about it. Or when Amber had returned from their neighborhood gym, her muscles aching extremely, and Tara couldn't stop insisting on a post workout in bed. God, Amber had slept like a rock through the entire afternoon the day after. And when she'd woken up, Tara had excitedly appeared from thin air, ready for another round.

"My back is hurting," Amber whimpered on her weekly FaceTime call with Anika, that mostly sufficed for exchanging gossip about their respective relationships. "I don't think I can take this anymore."

Anika's laughter was a bit laggy and delayed due to the time difference, but she eventually straightened herself out and refocused on the webcam. "So, Tara is still behaving like she's a character on Grey's Anatomy huh?"

"She's like Mark fricking Sloan," Amber hissed.

"Ooh, I love McSteamy."

"When I tried to get her to be more... proactive, I didn't mean for her to spend every waking moment of the day being a total horndog!"

Anika chuckled, a tired looking Mindy feebly passing in the background of the camera, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. "Girl, you're starting to look like chaste Tara yourself. Which is pretty ironic considering the roles are switched around now, causing you trouble."

"It's not trouble perse... I prefer now over how it was previously, but how does one go from never having time to fuck, to being unable to stop?!"

Anika hesitated for a moment, while Amber watched a yawning Mindy in the back, who was too tired to even notice Amber on the call.