Tegan awakes with what she can only describe as the headache from Hell. Regret fills her when she opens her eyes, as she is staring directly into the sunlight glaring through her large, curtain-less window of her one bedroom apartment. She gags, all the alcohol she had drank last night immediately rushing up to her throat.
She flies out of bed and into the bathroom. Kneeling in front of the white, porcelain bowl she purges her stomach's contents. The smell making her retch even more. Knuckles turning white from the death grip she has on the toilet seat.
Behind her, a set of hands reach to hold her brown, shoulder length hair back and rubs soothing circles on her back. She flinches at the contact, unsure of who the comforting hands belong to.
Feeling significantly better, Tegan stands up and walks over to her small sink and messy counter. She examines herself in the mirror, eyes widening at what she sees. Her eyes are bloodshot, hair awry, shirt stretched out and hanging loose across her shoulders. Opening a drawer and digging through it, she finds what she is looking for. She quickly throws back the two advil to remedy her headache. She then reaches for her toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto it, and attempts to brush away the bad choices of last night. Last night. Her brain is fuzzy with the events. What the hell happened? Who came home with her?
She eyes the girl up through her mirror, trying to connect the dots. Nothing. At least she's cute. She vaguely reminds Tegan of herself, she was tiny and elf-like. She had piercing hazel eyes, the most pronounced jawline Tegan had ever seen, collar bones that stuck out beautifully, and a cute button nose, not unlike her own.
"Too many tequila shots last night, huh?" The girl chuckles when Tegan's eyes finally travel back up to meet her own.
"Uhmm.. hah.. I guess so. I'm sorry, but what's your name again?" She asks awkwardly.
"Sara. Sara Bell." She replies cheerfully.
"Right.. hi.. did we..uhh.. ya know..?" She motions between the two of them with her hand.
Sara lifts her shirt to reveal her flat stomach that is littered with hickeys and bite marks. She raises an eyebrow and points to Tegan's neck. Tegan turns around and examines her skin along the neck line of her shirt. She pulls it down slightly to reveal a trail of hickeys across her own neck and chest.
"Well I guess that answers that."
"You've got quite the mouth." Sara giggles, trailing her hand along her stomach reveling in the thoughts of of the past nights events in between Tegan's sheets.
"Mm, so i've been told. So why don't you have a hangover?"
"I didn't put six shots of tequila and god knows what else into my body."
"Touché." Tegan laughs. She likes this girl, but then again, she likes all girls. Perhaps a little too much, a little too often.
"Do you want to go get coffee or something?" She asks Sara, not quite ready for their exchange to be over.
"I'd love to."
Tegan walks back into her room, rummaging through the pile of clothes on her floor looking for something relatively clean to wear. She settles on a pair of denim skinny jeans and an old fitted tye-dye shirt and heads back to her bathroom while Sara politely waits on the bed. Once ready with wallets and keys in hand, they head out the door.
They walk silently to a nearby local cafe. Tegan walking slightly behind Sara, shamelessly checking her out along the way. Tegan was definitely an ass girl. She has to admit Sara's ass looks great in her wrinkled outfit from last night; a golden v-neck tee and jean shorts. They walk up to the door of the cafe, Tegan stepping ahead and grabbing to hold the door, getting one last glance at Sara's backside. They order and pay separately, an espresso for Sara, and a small chai tea latte for Tegan, and head to a small, secluded table in the back. Tegan isn't so sure she wants other people listening in on their conversation.
"So uh, do you go to the Uni down here or..?" Tegan questions. She isn't sure what to talk about, she doesn't usually take girls out the morning after bedding them. In fact, she can barely remember a time where she even talked to the girl the morning after. She either left their place in the early morning hours or they left hers before there was even a small chance of an encounter happening. It was easier to ignore them later on if she happened to see them in public. She wasn't looking for a relationship, just a little fun.
"Yeah.. I think we actually have a class together. Women's Studies on Tuesdays at 10 in room 238? I've seen you around before."
Sara knows for a fact that they have a class together. She's actually been checking Tegan out most of the semester. She'd first known about Tegan through rumors, which was that she got around, and was quite dominant. Sara is relatively dominant herself and has had her own fair share of partners, which betrays her sweet and innocent exterior, and she loves when someone is equal to her in the sheets. So when she noticed Tegan in that first day of class she knew she was going to hop on that. Literally.
"Oh right, sorry. I probably would've noticed you but i'm usually sleeping, or something." She takes a sip of her tea. She feels bad for not recognizing her, but it was true that she never pays attention to the professor or anyone around her.
"Is it weird if I ask you what happened last night?" Her fingers play with the lid of her tea, she feels awkward asking this question, but she is too curious not to.
Sara smirks and sets her coffee down, peering up at Tegan through her eyelashes.
"Not at all, I love telling a good story."
Sara stands washing her hands in the bathroom of Rosie's Bar, wondering when her night is going to pick up when she notices Tegan come out of a stall and walk up to the sink next to hers. She quickly bows her head down, watching Tegan out of the corner of her eye.
She's dressed in tight black skinny jeans and a navy blue printed tee with the sleeves cut off showing off her toned, smooth arms. She pays no attention to Sara, fixing her hair and smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt. She lowers her head and focuses on cleaning her hands.
Sara clears her throat, hoping to subtly get her attention.
Tegan's ears perk and she moves her gaze upward. She looks Sara up and down, making no effort to hide what she is doing. She smirks when she catches Sara's eye.
"Like what you see?" Sara raises an eyebrow at her.
"Totally, and I'd love to see more. I'm Tegan." She smiles.
"Sara," she nods. "Well Tegan, buy me a drink and maybe, if you're lucky." Sara winks and walks out of the bathroom, swinging her hips as she goes.
Tegan is intrigued and a little turned on by this woman and her brazen attitude, usually that was her thing. She follows Sara out, knowing she isn't leaving this bar alone.
She sees Sara sitting at the bar, presumably waiting for her. She walks up to her and leans on the bar, their shoulders touching.
"So what do you drink?"
"Beer."
Tegan nods, turning to the bartender, ordering Sara's beer and a rum and coke for herself.
The night wears on, Tegan drinking significantly more than Sara. Apparently Tegan is quite popular with everyone as each time a group of people comes in that she knows, she takes a shot with them. Six may not be much for some, but for someone so little she is getting very drunk, very fast. Sara doesn't mind, drunk girls are usually more fun, so long as they don't puke on her.
Tegan is continuously getting closer and closer to Sara, always touching her in some way, though still mostly innocent at this point. She leans in behind Sara, her hot breath snaking across Sara's neck and the smell of alcohol creeping into her nose. Intoxicating.
"So you wanna dance?" Tegan slurs.
Sara grabs Tegan's hand and leads her to the dance floor. She stands in front of Tegan, placing Tegan's hands on her waist, her own on top of hers, and begins grinding into Tegan's crotch. Tegan's fingers dig into Sara's hips and her breasts are pressed firmly against her back. Sara tries to hold in the moan that is wriggling up her throat when she tilts her head back, giving Tegan the perfect angle to attack her soft, creamy neck with her mouth. Tegan can feel the vibration of the moan and smiles against Sara's neck, knowing she's won yet again.
"So I guess I can consider myself lucky then, yeah?" She purrs in Sara's ear.
"Mmm, you're lucky all right. Let's get out of here."
Sara again grabs Tegan's hand, leading her and weaving them through the crowd and out into the cool night air.
"Well, i'm sure you can figure out the rest, given your reputation and—"
"Reputation?" Tegan interrupts.
"Yeah, you're kind of known for 'hitting and quitting it' with girls around campus."
Tegan isn't surprised by this information. She has never had a real girlfriend, friends with benefits, sure, but she's never been in love. She's also not ashamed of her actions. Sex is just sex, in her opinion. It makes her feel good, so why not have it as often as she can?
"And you still went home with me?"
"Why not? I'm hot, you're hot, and the sex was hot.. not that you remember, of course."
Tegan still couldn't get over the forwardness of this girl. Usually the girls she messed around with were quiet and obvious bottoms, and she could easily wrap them around her finger. Taking all, giving nothing. She likes this change of pace though, it turns her on.
"Well maybe we'll just have to have another go?" She offers suggestively.
"Why Tegan, are you asking me out on a date?" Sara feigns surprised flattery, placing her hand on her chest and forming her mouth into an 'o' shape.
"Oh no, no, I don't do dates and I don't do girlfriends." Tegan protests.
"I don't do girlfriends either, too much work, but there's nothing wrong with a little fun before the actual fun." Sara argues.
"Oh yeah? Prove it."