She kissed her lips softly a few times, adjusting her face from left to right and occasionally wetting her own with a swift sweep of her tongue. She paused, pursing her mouth nervously, absentmindedly biting on the chapped skin of her lips and cocking her brown in a questioning manner as if asking if she should continue – the response was positive. Soft and slender fingers ghosted over the back of her neck as deep hazel orbs lulled her into a content hypnosis. There was a brief smirk and a nod so slight that Tegan was unsure of whether it was even intended, but the gesture, however was enough to persuade her to keep on. She felt herself lean in again, asserting a quick glance upwards into those enchanting eyes once more for a sign of reassurance, yet before she was able to connect lips with her sister, Sara went ahead and did so herself. They collided with more force and passion this time, more confident and comfortable than the last encounter. Wandering hands ensued and soft moans were elicited from Tegan's throat as Sara lightly trailed her hands up and down her back. Working up courage and composure, Tegan gently traced her tongue across her sister's bottom lip, and was met with Sara coyly parting her lips to allow Tegan to explore her mouth heatedly. She memorized every inch as she did so, running her tongue along Sara's smooth top teeth, noting how differently her bottom set felt, more uneven and rugged. She eventually felt a tongue meet her own, felt her mouth being pleasantly invaded whilst gentle hands softly twisted at the hair near the nape of her neck. She felt her cheeks flush from her sister's warm breath hitting relentlessly off her face at such close contact, becoming sharper the longer they remained in the kiss. Eventually Sara broke away, flushed and panting, hands still lazily drooped around Tegan's shoulders, head slung back in attempt to reach the cool, fresh air which sat atop the hot mist that surrounded her and her sister. Tegan seized the opportunity to ravish Sara's neck, grazing against her collar bone with her teeth and planting a number of soft bites and wet kisses on her pulse point, illustriating deep moans from her sister's throat. Sara met Tegan's gaze, a wildness in her eyes, and deep urge which seemed to overtake all of her senses. She leaned in heavily, placing a forceful, yet pleasurable bite roughly on Tegan's collar as she did so. She trailed her tongue silkily up the crook, of her neck, along her jaw line, and up to her earlobe, nibbling gently before whispering Tegan's name almost distantly into her ear. Tegan almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Sara's hand delve rapidly into her slack waisted jeans and right under the elasticized band of her boy shorts. It all seemed to be going so fast, much faster than she would expect Sara to pace things. Sara continued to distantly whisper Tegan's name, muffled as she placed sloppy kisses on her neck, her hand urgently working between Tegan's thighs. Tegan squeezed Sara's name from her throat between gritted teeth, chest heaving shakily, head thrown back, limbs writhing, before Sara caught her gaze cleanly, a sly smile playing across her face before she called out Tegan's name louder once more.
"For fucks sake Tegan, I've been calling you for like five minutes, what the fuck have you been do-"
Sara's rant was cut short as she glanced down at Tegan, noticing her sisters hand tucked beneath the band of her boxers. It wasn't long before Tegan noticed either, dread sketching across her face as she shook off her sleepy haze and rapidly retracted her hand from her noticeably damp underwear.
"Fuck, Tegan. Sorry…I, I…"
Tegan pulled the duvet back over herself praying that it would prevent the last bit of her dignity from seeping away into the air of her hotel room which felt arctic cold against the flush of her cheeks. She cleared her throat before attempting to speak to Sara, who was now darting her eyes to every corner in the room to avoid meeting her sister gaze.
"..uh, sorry, I uh…I didn't hear you. I'll get you in reception in a minute. I just need to get dressed"
"yeah, just…don't be too long, we're late already. You should have been up half an hour ago"
With that Sara left, relieved to be departing the room, leaving Tegan to stew in her embarrassment. Facing Sara after a fiasco like that wouldn't be fun, but it would be especially difficult after that dream. It was the worst one she had experienced to date. As Tegan sat, still red faced, stomach twisting into impossible knots, she muttered to herself, before eventually heaving her sweat slicked body out of bed and towards the first clean t-shirt and pair of jeans at hand.
"What the fuck am I going to do with myself…"