"Sara, oh God, fuck" Tegan's voice woke me from my exhausted sleep. At first, I had forgotten that I was in my new apartment, and thought I'd been having yet another of my fucked up dreams involving the two women I'd wanted for a decade, but when my eyes focused, I was in my new bedroom, naked and sore. What the fuck? The day and night came flooding back to me. I was moved in to my new home, in Vancouver, across the hall from... Tegan. I fucked Tegan. Shit! I needed to wake her up. She had to pick Sara up at the airport.

"Mmmm, yes, right there" came Tegan's voice again. I turned to wake her not realizing, at first, that she was clearly enjoying what ever it was she was dreaming about.

"Tee, honey, ya need to wake up and go pick up your sister" I said quietly shaking her shoulder, causing her eyes to fly open and her face to take on a look of panic.

"Shit!" she cried sitting up and realizing that she was not in her own bed, or apartment for that matter. Finally thinking to actually check the time, I looked at my cell phone, and sighed in relief, it was only 10:42 pm, We had plenty of time to not only adjust to our surroundings again, but wake up, get dressed and for Tegan, (I can't believe I really slept with her), to go pick Sara up. I told (a still slightly panicked) Tegan what time it was and not to worry.

"Jonnie? Please tell me that wasn't a dream and that I am really naked in your bed" she said sleepily, leaning back into the pillows with a sleepy grin. Instead of answering her question with words, I snaked my hand across her hip and traced circles over her skin.

"Feel that?" I asked her, with an eyebrow raised, a plan already working it's way into my brain. She bit her lip and I felt her hips roll into my touch as she nodded slowly.

"But some of my dreams can be pretty realistic" she said in mock questioning. "How... How do I know I'm not still dreaming?" The smirk on her face told me that she could see the plan in my head and was perfectly fine with it. That smirk, however disappeared into a sigh as my hand slipped between her thighs and my fingers began tracing her already slick pussy.

I moved so that my lips were right beside her ear, "Does this feel like a dream" I whispered just before taking her earlobe gently between my teeth.

"Unhh" she gasped, her hand coming around to rest in the curve of my back. Electricity shot through me as I slipped my finger between her moist folds and softly into her causing her fingers to dig in to my skin.

"Still think you're dreaming?" I growled in her ear as I pushed another finger deep into her, silently daring her to say yes. Typically dominant she may be, but this was my turn to make her whimper and beg.

"Oh, oh, god" she gasped, "not dreaming". As I slowly began to work her dripping core, I watched Tegan begin to come apart, any and all sense of dominant nature lost and soon she was crying out and clinging to my wrist while her other arm held tightly around my back. "Please... Oh fuck...Don't...Jonnie" she moaned and whimpered, her volume increasing.

"What Tee? Do you want me to stop?" I asked, my voice low and still close to her ear.

"No." (another finger) "Don't stop" (both gasping) "Please."

I lowered my head into the curve of her neck, my tongue gently lapping at her flesh and I began to quicken my thrusts, pressing further and harder into her each time. I felt both of her hands now on my back, and her hips pushing back into my hands and her voice was ringing out through my room, sending white hot jolts straight through to my own aching core.

Eight years ago:

"Oh my god! Tegan, Sara's... on the, Oh... Floor" I panted as I felt her hand sliding up my inner thigh as her hot mouth worked my neck. I wanted her so badly but even in my drunken state I knew that we couldn't keep going like this. I didn't want her to stop, God no. I wanted, needed, to feel her body on mine. I desperately wished that we weren't at my house, in my room with my parents down the hall and her twin sister on the floor beside my bed.

"Do you want me to stop, Jonnie?" her already sexy voice a bit rougher from the alcohol and lust coursing through it. I couldn't respond properly. I wanted her to keep going, wanted to feel her kisses and her hands travel my body, but my clouded mind kept screaming Sara. Sara was so close, what if she woke up? She would surely be traumatized by seeing her sister and best friend fucking. I couldn't do that to her, but oh my god...

I felt Tegan's hands under my shirt and it was then that I realized that she was only wearing her baggy jeans and a bra. Where did her shirt go? "J, tell me..." (kissing my neck again) "to stop right now" (teeth pressing into my collarbone) "and I will... Promise" She may have spoken the broken sentence with a growl but I knew she wasn't lying. If I asked her to stop, she would. I just couldn't form that word with my mouth. My head spun as her lips found my now bare stomach. Where did my shirt go? OH FFFFFuck! Her fingers pressed the seam of my jeans into my throbbing clit and I bit down my bottom lip to keep from screaming out, the noise coming in a pleading whimper instead.

The night goes dark after that and when we wake up the next morning, still half naked and hung over, I can see the marks she left on my skin but my pants are still on, as are hers, though her belt is missing and we are wrapped in each others arms. Then I hear Sara's voice moaning from the floor.

"Uhn, ummmph." I hear a gasp and realize that something besides a hangover has Sara making those soft little noises on my floor. "Fuck, fffffuck" she whispers desperately, then with one final whimper I hear her cum. I was so shocked by the fact that I just heard Sara masturbating, only feet away from me that the fact it was Tegan's name she had said didn't sink in. I did know one thing though, I wanted to hear it again.

Present:

Tegan was so close I could feel her clenching down around my fingers but I wanted to taste her as she met her release, so I slowed my rhythm, softened my strokes and kissed my way down her amazing body stopping to lick suck and bite along the way. I could feel her eyes watching me but when I made a quick glance up her torso, the look of surrender and pleading in her dark eyes caused a low groan to escape my throat. As soon as my tongue met her clit it was as if the sun had imploded. She shook violently, arching her back and pressing her hips into the mattress below us. I had to hold her stead as I dipped lower, dragging down her sweet pussy before my tongue pushed inside bringing forth more arching and the most beautiful moan from her lips. I was so near to that point myself that the taste of her and the feeling of her hands balling up in my hair, holding me in place that I came too. Holy fuck! I could feel the reward of my efforts spilling over my lips and at that moment, it was almost like I was caught in a dream. (One that I'd had so many times over the years.) I crawled up her body and once again we drifted off together still shaking and breathing labored.

"We have to get Sara" she whispered sleepily as we drifted off for the second time that night.