A/N: A sort of AU to Symbiosis, where Tegan and Sara's roles are switched and they meet under different, sweatier circumstances. I hope you all enjoy. ;)
Summers in Calgary could be brutal, but after months of torturous, bone chilling coldness, I welcomed it by spending as much time outside as I could. The sweat dripped down the back of my neck, dampening my hair and the white collar of my thin v-neck. It was a long hike to the ritzy cul-de-sac located at Forest Drive, but the rumors of how generously they tipped their pool boys made the trip worth it.
Pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head, I double checked the smudged house number written in pen on the back of my hand, making sure the backyard I wandered into was the correct one. The large storage container nestled up against the back of the house was already propped open, supplies lying out on the concrete, ready to be used. A few feet from that, two water bottles sat, slippery with condensation, with a note propped next to it on top of the table with its large umbrella. I picked up the note, scanning over the same old instructions that everybody left, but something at the bottom struck my interest. If I had any questions or problems, their daughter Tegan would be in the house to help me.
Tegan. I'd heard that name before. I wondered if it was the same Tegan that was in my math class last year that preferred to busy herself with shooting spitballs at the white board than solving algebraic equations. You could say she had a reputation, one of which my timid personality preferred to not be involved with.
I dropped the note back onto the table with out a sound and slipped my bag off my shoulder and onto the ground while inspecting the pool. There was a twig or leaf floating here and there with the usual green slime accumulating around the edges, but nothing too unbearable. I'd be done and gone before Tegan even had a chance to know I was here.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and put Bruce Springsteen on shuffle, then picked the leaf net up off the ground and got to work, scooping out all of the debris. Halfway through the song "Dancing In The Dark," a cigarette butt, still glowing a faint orange at the end, landed into the pool with a faint sizzle.
Confused, I shielded my eyes with my hand and peeked up at the house, spotting a dangling slim leg hanging out a window and then the girl attached to it. I gulped and gave a quick, nervous wave, hoping she stayed up there. After a long moment, she disappeared back into the room with out a response and I scooped out her cigarette, adding it to the small pile to dump in the trash when I was done.
The soft acoustic entrance of "Two Faces" began and I bobbed my head slowly to it, returning to the task at hand. A gentle mezzo-soprano voice accompanied Bruce's smooth baritone and I looked up, finding Tegan holding a dripping glass of lemonade and a plate of fresh brownies covered in gooey frosting.
She finished out the chorus, flashing a crooked grin that would make anyone weak at the knees. She motioned me over with a flick of her head, and as if in a trance, I set the net down with shaky hands, wiping them dry on my board shorts, and walked over to her.
"My parents said I should make nice with the pool.." she paused, eyeing my body up and down before finishing with a satisfied smirk and a cocked eyebrow, "girl."
"Hi," I squeaked out in an octave higher than my normal voice. I mentally smacked myself for being such a fool in front of girls, especially when they looked like Tegan did. Curvy, but fit, with shaggy brown hair and the most mesmerizing hazel eyes.
She chuckled, looking over her shoulder at the unopened water bottles on the table before offering the glass of lemonade to me. "I thought you might be in the mood for something more sweet."
I took the glass graciously and gulped it down, not realizing how thirsty I was until the last few drops were running down my chin. My skin burned with embarrassment as I quickly wiped it away. I stared at my toes, wiggling them out of nerves and waited for Tegan to say something or do anything.
"Here," She handed the plate of brownies to me in exchange for the glass. "I'll go get you some more."
Hands still shaking, I ate half a brownie in one bite, hoping it would stop the flow of drool ready to break through my lips while she swayed her hips with each step, back dimples exposed from her low rise board shorts. She returned a minute later, glass filled to the brim, and watched me eat my second brownie silently.
"You got a little..." Tegan reached forward, swiping her thumb across my bottom to lip to remove the left over frosting. She popped her thumb in her mouth and licked it clean. Her tongue followed her thumb when she pulled it out to lick her lips. "Tasty."
I bit my lip, resisting the urge to smear more frosting on my face just to have her clean it off for me. I looked down to the plate, the silent temptations of each brownie screaming "Eat me! Eat me!" but I managed to resist, and when I looked back up, Tegan had inched forward, making the plate the only thing in our way from being body to body.
Her eyes never left mine and her lips curled into a gummy grin while she took the plate from me and sat it down on the table while gripping my hip with her spare hand to pull me flush against her. I struggled not to whimper and writhe in her grasp with her chest pushed against mine. A girl had never been this close to me before. I'd never even kissed one, but it wasn't like I didn't want to.
She rested her cheek against mine, purring in my ear, her tongue grazing my earlobe with each syllable. "The pool isn't the only thing that's dirty."
My knees buckled and my lips parted, taking in the extra oxygen my nostrils couldn't with this girl's face mere inches from mine. She closed the distance, kissing me with more heat than what the sun was beating down upon our necks.
The song "I'm On Fire" played next and I gasped, the sensation enough to make me woozy, and her tongue slipped between my lips to caress mine. With no desire to pull away, I let her back us up until the concrete ended and the water began, making us fall and submerging us both.
Our lips never disconnected, using each other to hold our breaths, and she wrapped her fingers around my biceps tightly, pulling us to the surface. We broke apart, gulping for air, and Tegan shook her hair out. Drops of water hit my face, and my pupils dilated in ecstasy from the sight and feeling. She kicked our way to the ledge, lifting me up to sit on the multicolored tile with little effort, my crotch at her eye level. She caressed my calves before moving to undo the knot holding my shorts up. I watched her fingers work quickly, expertly. I couldn't stop her, even if I had wanted to.
"I'm Sara, by the way." The words tumbled out of my mouth awkwardly before I had the chance to stop them. Her fingers paused, just beginning to dip beneath my waistband to pull my shorts down.
"I know," she chuckled. Her voice had gone raspy. Her words oozed sex, and I sealed my lips, letting her continue without another distraction.
"Up," she said, and my hips raised, allowing her to pull the piece of clothing off, only to let it float away, out of reach.
The tip of her nose, in mid inhale, brushed my outer lips, glistening in the sun, and my head fell back, making me see red behind my eyelids once they fluttered shut. Her long tongue dipped between my folds, teasing, daring me to react and push her further. My hand could only make it as far to hover above the crown of her head before she lost patience, drawing my swelling clit between her lips.
I drew in a sharp breath. She slurped, coating her tongue and the inside of her cheeks with my excitement. I exhaled, shuddering as the heel of my palms dug deeper into the speckled concrete, seconds away from breaking the skin under the pressure.
Tegan's middle digit teased my entrance, circling and dipping in just an inch with each pull of my clit. It was almost enough to send me over the edge, but Tegan knew what she was doing. Her finger slipped in, thrusting slowly, but her lips held back, moving to place kisses outward to my inner thighs and back in again.
With two fingers now working a steady pace in and out of me, she plunged her face back into me, covering every inch with her expert tongue. It threw me over the edge without warning, releasing a guttural moan from deep within my throat. My first orgasm roared through me, shooting out the tips of my toes, making them numb. I dug my short nails into her scalp, pushing her into me until the spasming of my muscles stopped and I could release her.
"There is no refreshing summer treat better than that," Tegan hummed, cleaning her fingers off and licking her lips with a satisfied smack.
I giggled, the feminine sound feeling foreign to my ears, and sat up, wiping the sweat from my cheeks with my palms. Tegan grinned wide and swam away, fetching my shorts. She handed them to me and lifted herself out of the water.
I tugged the soaked shorts on slowly, too spent to move any faster.
The smacking of Tegan's wet feet against the concrete told me she was leaving. I looked up, turning her way, chest still heaving, on the brink of an asthma attack. She looked over her shoulder and flashed me a wink.
I gulped, thighs still trembling in the water, shorts stuck around my knees.
The silver stud below her bottom lip jutted out as she pressed the tip of her tongue against it and she flashed that crooked, gummy grin, sending another twitch-worthy kick to my clit. "See you next week, pool boy."