A/N: This is just a short little something that came to me today as I was riding shotgun, staring out my window at I-95. This is my first dip into the Quincest pool. A one shot, Tegan's POV, obviously.. I'm thinking of starting on something that will be a little longer.. Not sure yet. Enjoy, and if you do, let me know. Thanks!

Our Favorite Game

-ITookTheBlame

The highway rolling by outside the window of our tour bus looks like every other highway we've traveled, and I let out a sigh.

I'm not even sure what state we're in right now. Virginia? Maybe.. After a while, everything starts to look the same. The different accents blur, the adoring faces become one.

This is the life I wanted.

I continue to just stare out the window until my Blackberry informs me that I have received a text.

Seeing who it's from, I smile.

I can't wait for you to make me cum again. I want you inside me.

I feel myself starting to blush but look up anyway to find that you are hiding behind a book, your face void of emotion as your eyes take in each line that is before you.

Not wanting to call attention to the fact that we are texting each other, I put my phone on silent and begin our favorite game.

You are an evil little twat.

I text you back, smirking as I notice your phone in your lap.

No text notification sounds, so you must have it on vibe or silent.

Without calling attention to yourself, you read my text then reply.

You know what they say.. you are what you eat.

It's all I can do not to burst out laughing, and I struggle to keep a straight face as I text you back.

Hungry?

You read my text then glance at me over the top of your book, a small smile forming on your lips.

I watch your thumbs tap out a reply then stare down at my phone and await its arrival.

Depends on what's on the menu, I suppose.

Even when you are hinting around at eating me out, you somehow manage to sound intelligent, and you do so in a style that is all your own.

Before I can think of a response, another text from you pops up.

I want you, Tegan. Only you.

My heart flutters a little, and I look up to find that you have disappeared behind your book once more. Eye contact no longer an option, I decide to try to convey through text what I could tell you with just one look.

You're it for me, Sara. Always have been. Always will be..

I press send and wait.

Instead of texting me back, you stand up, stretch a little, and, bringing your book, you settle in next to me.

I smile.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, I pull you closer to me, and you come willingly, turning just a little so that your back is pressed into my side.

Soon, we'll be at the hotel.. and there, I will be able to show you, not just tell you, how much I love you.. how much I need you.. how much you mean to me…

But for now…

For now, this is enough..