The girls hurriedly retreated to the office, the night air crisp on their backs. Beth walked a few paces ahead of her, the length of her legs holding the advantage.
An advantage wasn't the only thing they held, Tara couldn't take her eyes off of them. They shifted back and forth, never ending and beautiful. A loud bang causes Rick to jump up, gun drawn. He sighs and sits back down, smiling to himself. The sheriff wasn't a pervert, but even he had to admit there was a certain level of wonder attached to seeing two beauitful women embrace.
They crashed through the door to their office, tongues already dancing between their mouths. The towels sat in a forgotten heap on the floor while bare feet danced around it. The girls bounced around the room like a pinball, rebounding off obstacles only to come in contact with another. Beth felt the jagged wood pierce the back of her thigh, but she disregarded the feeling entirely when Tara brought her teeth together, capturing her bottom lip between them. Her foot gets caught in a stray backpack and the game is over. She flies forward, thankful for the bed occupying the majority of the room. Beth gives a small laugh and finds Tara. She's standing at the end of the bed, her face furrowed in conflicting emotions. When a breeze crosses the room goosebumps follow across Beth's chest. With that she has a reasonable explaination as to why Tara's face was contorted with concern and fasination. Her innerself shakes with invisible laughter at the sight of herself, one boob popped out of her bikini like a tragic pool party accident. The fight to laugh ceases in light of Tara's updated facial expression. Desire was written on her, as obvious if it were written in red lipstick across her forehead. Her heart raced, the unknown creeping on her. She had to hurry, her confidence slipping through an hour glass. Beth brought her timid hands up, separating herself from the disheveled fabric. She balled it in her tight fist and flung it across the room.
Tara's jaw dropped- there was not a person as fortunate as her right now. Everything bad that had ever happened was all worth it in this one moment. There weren't an undead among her thoughts, only thought of tasting the newly exposed flesh. Tara leapt across the bed, sinking herself directly between parted thighs. Heat spread throughout Beth, melting Tara's body around hers perfectly. It became too much, the chaos among the cells of her body. Beth gulped deep breaths of air, only to be breathless again by Tara's lips on her neck. She laced her fingers through dark hair, holding on. Tara left a path of burning skin in her wake. They made eye contact, Beth shuddered while she watched Tara's tongue trace across her skin. A phantom hand drew itself across her. Her gasp was only enough to stop Tara for a moment, until she bit down, teasing her nipple. All she could do was clutch to Tara's back, nails sinking in- illiciting moans from both of them. Beth yanked Tara's mouth back to hers. The rhythm of their bodies was an orchesta. Another hand came across Beth. Her hand clamped Tara's on her, "Please, I love you."
The following kiss seared both of their lips, their souls welded together forever. Tara kissed Beth's lips sweetly, then her forehead, then both of her cheeks, and reminded her how much she loved her before her head lowered. She planted a trail of slow kisses around her chest, on each rib, stopping at her hip bones. Beth caught her eyes, reassuring, "I love you."
Slow enough to almost kill her, Tara untied the sides of her bikini, exposing her to the night air. Beth closed her eyes, her tongue roaming frantically around her mouth. Tara licked up her thighs, biting gently towards her center. The trail of silver grew cold with the night, spreading goosebumps across her skin. She held her head above her, Beth could feel her hot breath. Milleniums later, Tara plunged, dragging her tongue across the length of her. Beth clutched the counter behind her, her nails dragging across dull paint. Tara was patient, stopping at all the appropriate times, making Beth feel that she might not fall off the Earth. The counter wasn't enough, she flung her hands down, finding Tara's shoulders, clutching them like a life line. She responded, dragging her finger across her opening.
"Oh God yes." Beth whispered, breathless.
Her eyes clenched shut, causing morphing colors under her eyelids. She bit the inside of her cheek, hoping to stifle the noise. Beth had been aware of Rick's well... awareness earlier. Her mind flashed to Daryl, unwillingly. Maybe he could hear them as well, almost everyone slept in the furniture store. He made her feel only half of what was Tara making her feel now... And she wasn't even finished yet. Beth decided she didn't care who heard her. With that she commanded Tara's teasing finger, "TARA CHAMBLER, YOU BETTER FUCK ME RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL..."
Tara got the message, loud and clear. She plunged two fingers into the blonde, drawing them out slowly. The walkers and living alike hearing the gutteral roar from Beth. She presses herself against Tara, bringing their bodies closer together. Their lips find each other, taking breaths together. Tara's fingers move in unison of their heart beats. Beth closes her eyes, concentrating on the feeling between her legs. "Don't stop."
Tara complies, deepening their kiss and her fingers. Beth reaches the edge and jumps. She falls towards the ground, screaming with pleasure. Hands move faster and faster as she approaches the ground. "FUCK." She moans out, extending the syllables. Lips clench around her clit while Tara catches her before she slams against the hard ground.
They ride out the wave together, crashing together, their faces meeting the mattress. "Oh my god," Beth sighed out, once she caught her breath. "I can't feel my legs."
"You can't?" Tara slide her hand along the inside of her thigh, making her jerk in response.
"No fair," she yawned unwillingly. Beth shut her eyes, exhausted from her trip to the stars and back. She forced herself awake and brought herself to Tara's lips. They kissed for a few seconds before Beth's head fell back, eyes closed, asleep. Tara kissed her forehead, "Goodnight." Beth mumbled her response, dazed. Tara was eager to sleep, if tomorrow was anything like today, she wouldn't mind opening her eyes in the morning.