A/N: Hey! Here I am with a story that I realized that I never posted on this site! It's nearly done now, but I'll post the chapters individually for those who haven't already read it on Live Journal :D
It's as hot as the fiery pits of hell in the hotel room. During this time of year back home, I'd be packed into my warmest parka, stomping through the snow with heavy feet and red, numb ears. Instead, the heat is starting to get to me. All two windows in my room are shut tight, the air conditioner lodged in one laboring in a tireless battle against the stifling air. An unfamiliar, spicy scent lingers in the air, wafting up from the noisy street despite the window panes insulating me from the outside.
I'l lying on the bed in only my underwear, skin sticky on the linens. After touring the endless, winding streets of Mumbai, all of us had flopped back up to our rooms to lie in the cool for a while before we had to play a show that night. I turn my head to look out of the window. Through the sheer curtains and blinds the sky is tinged red and gold. I pray with the darkness, coolness will also come.
Through the pounding in my head, I think I hear a light tapping. It comes again, this time louder, and figuring it's Sara wanting something, I shuffle to the door, not bothering to throw on any clothes in the heat.
"Hey." I peer at Lindsey through the small space I'd made between the door and the wall. I rest my forehead against the cool, chipped paint as I stare at my girlfriend with a mischievous grin. She's wearing nothing but a sheer white T-shirt and shorts that she can definitely pull off. In her hand is a full ice tray, quickly melting.
"Well... aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Of course." I say, stepping aside, and taking the door with me, letting her walk slowly past me. I take the opportunity to admire her perfectly toned backside. I grab the "Do Not Disturb" sign inconspicuously from the doorknob and place it on the outside. Closing the door behind me, I amble over to Lindsey, fanning herself with her free hand.
"I brought this for you." She says, looking at the ice tray and then back up at me under her mousy brown bangs. Her eyes devour my scantly clad form shamelessly as I inch in closer.
Ghosting my lips over her cheek, I run both hands under her flimsy excuse for a shirt, then urge it up over her head. Gently removing the tray from her hand, and placing it on the dresser beside us, our bodies are pressed together, and my lips are working at her sensitive neck slowly.
"It's too hot for this, Tee." mumbles Lindsey, pushing me away lightly and looking away. So far my advances on this trip have been rebuffed, and I'm starting to feel seriously rejected.
"Get on the bed." I whisper into the silence, our faces inches apart, and my fingers tracing the perfect curve of her face gently. She sighs but obeys, and removes her shorts, tossing them on the floor with the rest of my discarded clothes. I watch in pensive silence, eyeing the ice tray on the dresser beside the bed.
I make my move, moving to straddle Lindsey's almost bare body before she can protest. I know she's going to use the heat as an excuse, though I'm relishing the rise in temperature for the first time since our arrival in this foreign country. Shadows are growing heavier in the room as the sin dips lower past the tall building surrounding our hotel building.
Wrapping my hand around a slightly melted Ice cube, I slip it out of its place in the tray, and bring it in between the rise of Lindsey's breasts, rubbing around with my palm until it's almost completely melted. She gasps lightly, putting her hand over mine as I move it around. Dipping down, I unclasp her bra, and run my tongue straight down the middle of her breasts, then take an erect nipple in my mouth, biting slightly as I feel goosebumps rise under my tongue. Lindsey's slightly raspy moan pierces the humid silence of the room. Her hands are on the back of my neck, her nails slightly scratching just below my newly sheared hairline.
Suddenly, I feel a shockingly cold sensation on the back of my neck, and a single drop of icy water trickles down my spine as Lindsey rubs another ice cube around my sweaty neck. I move up to kiss her slowly and gently, taking my time, and letting my hips push into hers slightly. My hand caresses Lindsey's stomach between us, and her hand smooths over my lower back and under the band of my cotton underwear. I pull away, looking her in the eye, and moving to my side, pulling her with me so our bodies are completely parallel.
"I don't want you to leave." I whisper, closing my eyes, and pressing my forehead against Lindsey's. A good thing about being with someone for a long time, is you can be close just to be close, without the absolute need to have sex in order to connect emotionally.
"I'm not going to leave. I'm staying right here."
"Until you have to go back to L.A. tomorrow, and I'll be going to New Zealand."
"It's only for a month or so. We've gone longer without seeing each other before."
"I know, but It's going to be lonely on the road without you."
"You'll have Sara." I open my eyes to meet Lindsey's closed eyelids, carefully studying her face. Could she know about Sara and I's secret encounters over the past few years? I dismiss it as paranoia and close my eyes again.
"I guess. I just wish I could have something to remind me of you on those cold, lonely nights." I snicker at how pathetic I sound, but Lindsey's completely serious.
"Maybe you could have something."
"What do you mean, like a lock of your hair or something?" I laugh lightly, running a single finger down the side of her body.
"No. I had something else in mind."
"What is it?"
"Get me your birthday present, and I'll show you." I smile and rummage through my bag to retrieve the shiny, new camera Lindsey had purchased for my birthday a few months before. Id barely touched it before this trip, usually requiring Lindsey to help me decipher all of the complicated settings, though she insisted it was all just beginner stuff. I'd only just recently begun to figure out how to do most of the basic functions.
I hold out my camera, offering it to her, but Lindsey shakes her head with a sly smile.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask.
"I want you to take pictures of me."
"Lindsey... I don't think that's a good idea."
"You said you wanted something to remember me until we can see each other. Do you have any better ideas?"
"No." I say, and press the on button, the camera whirring to life in my hands. It's now almost completely dark in the room, so I reach to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, casting a dull yellow glow across the room. I climb on the bed, and kneel next to Lindsey, clicking the camera above her, and capturing a perfect shot of her coy expression, and glistening collar bones. I get up from the bed, and stand just to the side, lowering the camera from my eye to instruct her.
"Take off your bra." Lindsey immediately does so, and I capture her movements, the camera's fast shutter speed perfectly defining every move she makes. My mouth starts to water as I inch nearer, letting the camera swing from my hands, the strap around my neck keeping it from dropping. Inches from her face, I breathe;
"And the underwear..." Before Lindsey can react to my command, I'm sliding her cotton panties down her thighs. She's now completely naked before me. I pull back and take one more picture for the road, then set the camera on the floor beside the bed. Unable to stand the tension for a moment longer, I remove the rest of my clothing, then lean down and caress her flat stomach with my greedy mouth. She tastes slightly salty, and her moans drift like music to my ears.
I run my hands down her thighs as I bring my lips to Lindsey's dripping heat, making my way around her outer lips to the spot where I know she needs me most. Before long at all, my lover's groans have turned shrill, curses streaming from between clenched teeth as her hips urgently rise to meet my tongue as I aid my fingers in my endeavor.
Making my way up Lindsey's shaking body, I let her rest her head on my shoulder, taking deep, gulping breaths, and wiping the sweat off of her brow.
"I'm going to miss you... and this." I smile in reply, and watch her drift off to sleep, watching her peacefully as the time before we had to depart for sound check dwindles. I gratefully follow her into a light slumber.
Later...
"Lindsey, it's time to wake up baby." I whisper drowsily, running my hands through her red-brown hair gently. She stirs in her sleep, pulling her arms tighter around me. I kiss her lips until her eyes open heavily and she smiles into my mouth.
"Hmm... wouldn't it be nice to wake up like this all the time?"
"Mhmm" I say noncommittally, and kiss her forehead playfully.
"I mean... what I'm trying to say is; what do you think about moving in together?"
"D-do you mean you coming to Vancouver... to stay?"
"Yes, of course. I mean... isn't it about time? And it will save us both money. I hate only being able to see you regularly on tours, and it's hard to get... private time, you know?"
"I know, but I don't want to rush anything."
"I'm not asking for a marriage proposal, I think it would just be easier on both of us. Just... think about it, ok?"
"I will." I say, and kiss her lightly again, getting up to put on some clean clothes. "But right now we have to get going if we want to make sound check." We both dress in silence, and as Lindsey's leaving, we both linger at the door, embracing and kissing passionately.
"Umm... sorry to break up your make out party, guys, but we have to leave in exactly three minutes or we'll be late for set up." Sara's annoyed voice shocks us both, and we break apart quickly. Lindsey mumbles an apology and scurries to her room down the hall. Sara still hasn't left, and is staring me down.
"What do you want?" I ask, looking around.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." I say, and let her follow me inside my room. Sara closes the door behind her and leans against it as I sit on the rumpled sheets of the bed, struggling to get my red sneakers on my socked feet. She leans over to pick up the camera from the floor.
"Do you mind if I use this tonight? I want to take some pictures." I look up at my sister, pulling my laces tight, and double knotting so I won't have to retie them later.
"Umm... I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not, is it out of- Oh shit!" Sara cries and looks away as the camera whirrs to life and displays the last picture taken- being a completely naked Lindsey. I blush and look down, stammering as I try to explain. Sara is flicking through the pictures with a look of horror on her face.
"What the hell were you thinking! Can you imagine the amount of trouble Lindsey cold get into if these leaked?"
"Jesus, Sara how could they leak? It's my personal camera!"
"How many times have you said the exact same thing? 'It's my personal MSN account', 'It's my personal email.' Don't you remember that picture of you and Lindsey that leaked a while ago!"
"Yes, but I don't see how it's such a big deal-"
"Not a big deal! You really don't get it, do you?"
"No I guess I don't. Why the hell are you freaking out about private pictures that I took of my consenting girlfriend?"
"I should put these online, just so you can finally get an idea of what we all have to lose!"
"You wouldn't."
"Oh really. Do you really want to try me, Tegan Quin?"
"You know, I think I finally get it. You're jealous of Lindsey, aren't you?" I get up and approach Sara slowly, my voice and anger both rising every second.
"Don't be stupid."
"We both know it's not stupid. Are you just going to keep pretending that nothing ever happened between us?"
"Tegan, stop talking about this."
"When you show up at my door during our tour breaks-"
"I'm warning you..."
"You can't deny it now. You practically beg me to-"
"Stop it! Just fucking stop it!"
"Oh, hit a nerve didn't I?" I say, out faces out now inches apart, and our glares intensify. A loud knock sounds at my door, and Johnny's voice shouts, reminding us we have to leave.
"I'm putting these on the internet."
"Sara- don't!"
"Let me finish! I'm putting these pictures on the internet unless you do something for me."
"I'm not going to go along with your little ultimatum, Sara."
"Oh, you will. Unless you want your girlfriend's career ruined..."
"Fine. Tell me what you want."