Tara Carpenter | Scream VI

Late night talk | Tara & Gwen

"What are you doing ?" Guinevere muttered, lifting her head to see the small figure of her girlfriend at the level of her feet.

She turned on the lamp that was on the bedside table, barely lighting the room.

"I'm taking off your socks." Tara whispered, waving her hand telling her to go back to sleep.

She sighed raspely and let her head fall back on the pillow. "They really bother you to the point that you have to take them off me at- What time is it ?"

"It's 4:39 a.m." She replied by taking off the sock on her left foot. 

The blonde shivered when she felt Tara's warm fingers on her calves.

"Why I can't sleep with them ? It's unfair." She groaned, rubbing her eyes.

"It's just the- What the- Why are you wearing two socks on only one foot ?" She whispered yelled throwing the first one she had taken off in her face.

Guinevere groaned and removed the sock from her face before raising her head again. "Because I must have lost the other one."

"And so you just-" She chuckled before crawling against Guinevere. "Nevermind." 

The blonde watched her climb on top of her and straightened up on her elbows immediately to press her lips to hers in a soft kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you more." She replied with a smile, putting her hands on the blonde's cheeks. 

"Are you kidding me ?" She giggled as Tara squeezed her cheeks. "Tara, I love you more."

"Winnie, I love you more." She imitated her with a high pitched voice moving her head from side to side.

Guinevere chuckled and nudged her shoulder. "Fuck you."

"You already did, it was like an hour ago and I can't count how many times you made me-" "Shut up !" She cut her off immediately by pushing her to the other side of the bed.

Tara continued to giggle and Guinevere felt her cheeks heat up.

"No but seriously-" The blonde turned to Tara. "I love you so much."

"Yeah-" She nodded and turned to Guinevere as well and her gaze locked on her blue eyes. "But I love you more."

"Sunshine I swear-" She smiled keeping their eye contact. "You know what ? Let's say that the one who was interested in the other first is the one who-"

"Mm mm no no no. I'd win that." She assured, taking Guinevere's hand in hers.

"But I haven't even said when-" "Winnie. I've already won." She cut her off again looking at her seriously.

"Since you look so sure. Tell me when did you start being interested in me ?" She asked, raising her eyebrows confidently and giving her a smirk.

"Since the first time I saw you."

Guinevere's eyebrows quickly fell into a curious frown.

"It was like, not long after we moved. Sam really wanted her drink-"

"The black coffee ?"

"Yeah or whatever. And you were there. You read our names the wrong way and Sam went to get them anyway. She handed me my cup and you sped right past me on your way out and all I thought about on the way home was you." She finally explained by intertwining their fingers.

"Okay fine... " She rolled her eyes. "But you should know mine is better."

"How would I know ? You never told me." She responded by shrugging her shoulders.

"Really ? I thought I did. You know when I got attacked by Ghostface ?" She raised an eyebrow as if to ask if that was familiar to her.

"You told me a lot of stories. But never that one." She said stroking the back of her hand with her thumb.

"Guess I can tell you now..." She whispered as she slipped closer to Tara in the bed.

"I'm all ears."

"So, I've been trying to figure out if I like you or not for a while at that time... But when I got attacked by Bailey that one night, and then when I woke up... The first thing that I thought of was you. I was so relieved to still be alive, not just to see you or talk to you but just to be by your side. Not just as a friend. I wanted to be with you. More than in a friendly way you know..." She finally said while shaking Tara's hand in hers. "But it's like I've always been interested in you. I just couldn't admit it to myself."

The brunette was listening to her, biting her lip to suppress a huge smile. She slid to be closer to Guivenere and their foreheads gently touched.

"Let's say we both win." She muttered warmly making Guinevere smile.

"I'd like that." She agreed, letting her gaze fall on Tara's lips.

She barely leaned down to meet her lips since they were already considerably close.

Tara responded to hee kiss immediately closing her eyes at the feel of her soft lips on hers.

Guinevere used her free hand to tuck strands of Tara's hair behind her ear before resting the palm of her hand on her cheek, running her thumb over her cheekbone.

"We should go to sleep." Tara mumbled, pressing her lips to Guinevere's one last time. "It's late."

She didn't respond immediately, continuing to admire her face. "Yeah. Yeah definitely."

The blonde turned to the bedside lamp to turn it off. But as soon as the room was plunged back into darkness, Tara wrapped her arms around her waist to lean against her back.

"Night Winnie." She mumbled, sighing on her shoulder.

"Goodnight Tara." She responded by putting her arms over her carefully.

"I still want to wear my socks though."

"..."

"Tara ?"

"..."

"Are you still breathing ?"

"Yes."