Sara's POV

It's been a year since Stacy caught Tegan and I together in the shower. Within that year, it's been a lot of heartbreak, lies and awkward tension during tours. But now all of that is over because Tegan and I left our girlfriends for each other, realizing our love for each other is the strongest love compared to any other relationship we try to drown ourselves in.

We still keep our love hidden from our band mates and friends. Lindsey and Stacey actually started to date each other. Isn't that something? Tegan moved from her nice place in Vancouver to come live with me on the other side of the country in Montreal. And we've been ever so happy. And horny.

"What's for dinner?" Tegan is outstretched on our couch, flipping through a lesbian magazine. She glances over it briefly, catching my eye and wiggling her eyebrows. "You I hope."

I smile and roll my eyes. "Shrimp scampi. You like that." I take out a package of Alfredo noodles and set them next to the thawed shrimp. I fill up a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. Walking over to the couch, I yawn and plop right down on Tegan's lounging legs.

"You're right," she grins. "I do like that." She sets aside the magazine and holds out her arms. I bury myself in them and she kisses the top of my head. "I'm so happy we have each other," she murmurs.

I rest my head on her beautifully made collarbone. "So am I." I gently kiss her neck. "So am I." I sit up and stare into her eyes for a minute. I take in a scene of desire behind those hazel irises. I straddle her hips and just keep eye contact. She carefully places her hands on my thighs and leans back, studying my face and all that's on it: my pores, the crinkles in the corners of my eyes, the little, minuscule scar beneath my bottom lip.

Tegan pulls me in close and I arch my back a little against her strong arms. She doesn't kiss me, just holds me. I stare down into her face. Her fingers work at my shirt slowly, taking it off. It was our lazy day today so I'm not wearing a bra. She pushes her legs up so that I can lean back on her knees.

I shiver with want when she traces one finger in between my breasts and down my torso. I dip my lower back into the crotch of her sweatpants, exposing my bare chest even more.

Tegan smirks as she gingerly removes my underwear, letting it then shimmy between her nimble fingers to the floor. "Wanna take a seat?"

I chuckle and take a quick glance at the stove. I don't want to have to clean up a water mess on top of the mess Tegan is about to make. I lean forward and lift one leg up and next to the side of her face, then the other. I sigh as she places the palms of her hands under my ass and pulls me closer to her mouth. She blows a thin trace of breath on my sensitive part. I shudder and drape my arm over the side of the couch, supporting my upper body.

Tegan closes her eyes and rolls her tongue up and down my slit slowly, passionately. My breath hitches in my chest and I smooth her hair away. I hear her lips work and that makes me even more aroused. I steadily begin to ride her face as mine begins to scrunch up in concentration.

Her mouth is warm on me, as if it were a wet, comforting blanket over my clit and I bask in the feeling. I moan and gasp when she bites me, pushing her face in further with my hand. Now I hump her face, creating a sheen of sweat on my chest and back.

I arch into her and feel myself getting close. I don't let her come up for air. Burying her face deeper I belt out, squirming and twitching on top of her now cum-splattered chin. I take in a deep, ecstasy-filled breath and watch as she swallows what's left of me.

I grin and flip her over, tugging her sweatpants off of her soft legs. My hands skitter over her ass, squeezing it and rolling it. She sighs and rests her head on a pillow, lifting her ass up. I glide her boxers down and keep them caught on her knees. I let my fingers plunge into the deep dip she's created in her spine and she pushes her butt up even higher at that.

I place a kiss on each cheek and spread them with my thumbs. She's so pink from back here that I nearly blush. It's a beautiful shade and looks so petal-like and inviting. I dive my face in and begin to lick at her clit and bite her shaven labia.

Tegan squeals and kicks her legs alternately. I watch all of her movements from back here, never ceasing in what I'm doing. Sliding two fingers in and tilting them up, I pay attention to what it is she wants.

"Ooooh," Tegan groans. She presses the heels of her hands into the cushions and pushes back like a cat, burying my face even deeper. "Yes, yes!" She plops her face into her folded arms, breathing heavily.

With my free hand, I reach around and play with the tip of her clit, all the while continuing to pump and suck. Her body starts twitching and writhing but I keep going.

"Ah fuck!" she screams. She reaches back and holds my head in place as she rides out her orgasm. Letting go, she collapses on the couch, face down. I clean myself, and her, up and walk to the stove. The water is viciously boiling so I empty the packet of noodles in.

"Dinner will be ready soon."