Tara tangled her fingers in blonde hair- eliciting moans with each tug. The taste of Beth's lips left Tara frenzied. Her thoughts were nonexistent as fingernails trailed their way down her stomach.
Beth felt the flat, muscular planes under Tara's shirt. She shuddered, her nails digging deeper into the tender skin. Tara couldn't wait anymore. She wanted Beth, all of her. Though she had thought this moment before- the electricity surging through her veins couldn't be imagined. Tara never wanted to forget this feeling. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking the moment in.
A cool breeze pushed her hair to the side, giving her goose bumps. She came back to see a wide-eyed Beth. Her blue eyes were panicked- a stormy ocean. In another moment Beth raised her hands to cover her open mouth, she was looking at something. Tara turned the other direction- a sleek arrow was stuck inches from her in the wall of the van. She followed the trail with her eyes, finding where the arrow pierced the windshield. Her vision focused past the spider web splintered glass.
An earlier memory flashed in her thoughts, as if the shiny arrow wasn't clue enough. "Son of a bitch," Tara spat. Beth sat still- frozen. She didn't know what to do. The gears whirred in her head. Her reaction wasn't even close to decided when she heard the van door crash open. Tara burst out of the van, gun in hand. She walked around, searching for Daryl. Three walkers separated them. Tara sauntered forward, only pulling her trigger three times.
Beth leapt from the van, along with everyone else, at the sound of muffled gun shots. Tara moved fast, not shouting until within earshot. "Do you have a fucking problem?" She shook with rage, "Huh?" Tara slammed both fists onto the trunk beside her.
The others gathered round, creating a tight circle around the three. "You inbred motherfucker, answer me!" He stepped from the shadows, his crossbow aimed at her chest. "Put down your weapon."
"Yeah- how about you go fuck yourself." His voice got louder, "I said- put it down."
"No way," Tara countered, "considering you just tried to fucking kill me." A gasp came from an unknown source. Tara set her knife and gun down on the trunk with a clang. She rushed towards Daryl, not having an immediate plan. He was so shocked he didn't even see her right hook until it connected with his mouth. Tara felt his lip burst beneath her knuckles. His crossbow fell to the wayside, and he shoved a still swinging Tara away from him.
"Stop it," Beth cried, "both of you!"
Tara was still too angry. "He tried to kill me a second ago, you were there." She spit on the ground in his direction. He looked at Beth with pitiful eyes. "Don't you fucking look at her, I'm still talking." Tara grabbed her weapons. "Now, what's your fucking problem?" She pointed the gun at him. His sights were on her, though he lacked an answer to her question. "Nothing?" She paced, "Oh, I'm the only one that knows, is that it?"
Beth silently begged her to stop talking. Daryl threw his arms around Tara, knocking her to the ground. The two scuffled until Rick and Carol pulled them apart. Tara was livid, even Rick had a hard time keeping her back. She yelled a string of curse words in his direction, still struggling against Rick's strong arms, until Daryl spoke. "I loved her first."
Tara stopped resisting and spoke in a cool, even voice. "I love her better."
The thought of them two made the man cringe. He racked his brain for something, anything he could say to make her shut up. Daryl remembered his stolen cigarette and knew what he was going to say, "Why don't you ask her what happened to Gabriel?" Beth's heart stopped, her breathing stopped, everything stopped. Daryl hadn't known. He couldn't possibly know, could he? "Tell 'em, Beth," Daryl growled. She still couldn't speak; she didn't know what to say.
"He escaped," Carol stepped forward, a voice of reason. "Right, Beth?" All she could do was nod. Rick threw the arrow at his feet. Daryl spat and lit a cigarette. "What's this about Daryl?" Rick questioned.
The conversation had shifted away from that night, and Beth found her voice. "We had sex."
