Tegan's POV

About two days later, our power finally comes back and we're able to watch all of our shows. The apartment smells like the clean linen candles we've been using. It's so fresh and calming. The ominous clouds have rolled out stubbornly, eliciting forth bursts of sunshine and a nice warm breeze in its wake.

"You know something, Tegan?" Sara says to me, stretching her naked body over mine. We are entangled in our sheets, melting into each other. I wrap my arm around her back.

"What's that something?" I kiss her nose and she smiles.

"We haven't gone bike riding in years. We have them in the storage area. Do you want to go riding?" She traces circles on my chest thoughtfully.

I ponder this idea for a second, chewing on my lip. It has been awhile. "Sure." I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It's three in the afternoon. "That sounds like fun. Let's get dressed then."

Sara drags her body off of mine. "I think we should go just like this. Give a show to everyone." She stands up and rummages through the dresser, settling on some jeans and a simple T-shirt.

I mirror her clothing choice and grab a pair of sunglasses, tugging on my sneakers. "Let's roll." We make our way down into the storage garage, extricating our bikes and hopping on them.

"Where to?" Sara asks as we pedal side by side, keeping a neutral pace.

"Let's just ride." And we do. We ride through the rough streets and past green, inviting parks. Past sparkling rivers under stone bridges. After about three hours, we have ridden our bikes around the entire town and we're winded.

It's getting really dark for six o'clock so we walk our bikes to a nearby park and sit on the bench, trying to catch our breath.

"That was beautiful," Sara heaves, "but we are not doing that ever again." She elicits her puffer from her pocket and inhales three times, taking deep breaths in between.

"Are you alright?" I ask, rubbing her shoulder.

"I will be." She slips her puffer back in the pocket and leans in for a kiss. I oblige, reveling in the fact that it's just her and I. All of the parents, kids, dogs, teenagers have left the park, leaving just us against the world. It's nearly pitch black save for the streetlights illuminating the area.

"Are you sure?" I say, barely moving my lips against hers. I toy with her earlobe using my fingertips.

She tilts her head toward my hand and giggles. "Yes. I'll be fine." She deepens the kiss so far, that I'm forced to lean back as her tongue slithers it's way down my throat.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her onto my lap, pushing my hands up and under her shirt.

"Scratch me," she whispers. Her chest arches against mine when I dig my nails into her back and drag them downward. She moans and leans forward, ruthlessly attacking my neck with bites and sucks.

I groan and push her off of me. Grabbing her hand I say, "Let's go in the play area." So we race through the park, and towards the jungle gym. I get there first and start climbing the ladder into a little crawl space. Sara is directly behind.

I sit up against the wall and Sara resumes her position on my lap. She's quickly undoing my belt buckle and zipper. "We need to hurry. New episode of Girls tonight."

I gasp. "I totally forgot." So I help her with the removal of my and her clothes only to reveal a surprise. She's packing and she's packing big. "When did you out this on?"

"What, this?" Sara asks innocently, stroking the shaft of the phallus. "I slipped in quick when you weren't looking."

"How did you ride the bike then?"

"Didn't you see that I was in discomfort the whole time?"

I think back to how her face was today. "I thought it was just your asthma!"

Sara shakes her head. "No. Now shut up and let me fuck you." She kisses me and lifts my legs up on her hips, sliding carefully into me. I moan and prop myself up on my elbows, bucking my hips. She rocks our bodies back and forth, causing my back to repeatedly hit the plastic play wall behind me.

"Fuck, Sara," I hiss, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. She thrusts into me faster and faster, heaving as she does so. Her bangs unhook from behind her ear and fall sexily into her face, completely covering her eyes. She makes no move to put them back in their place.

She leans forward, clawing at my thighs and cramping me up against the wall. I lock my legs behind her back. I feel the burning in my core as I get close.

"Mmm," I utter, clamping my hands on her bare shoulders. "Oh god!" I let my head fall back as I concentrate on the tingling feeling coursing through my body. When I explode, I gasp for breath, moaning all the while.

"Ass up," Sara breathes, finally shaking her now sweaty bangs from her face. "All the way up. Put your chest on the floor and keep your ass up."

"Mmm, I love it when you command me." And I do. It's such a sexy side of Sara that I'm glad I get to see pretty often. I do as I'm told and immediately I feel Sara's nails pierce into my hips as she rams into me at top speed.

This dildo she has chosen is huge and fills in any empty space inside me, creating a fierce maximum pleasure. I cry out and curl my hands into fists as Sara completely owns me.

"Dirty whore," Sara says, slapping at my bare ass. My body scrapes against the cold metal floor with each hard driving pound.

"Fuck!" I screech as my pussy clenches and empties itself all over Sara and the floor. I don't move from my spot, ass still in the air seeing as I'm trying to regain my composure.

Sara pulls me up onto my knees by my hair and faces me toward her. "Suck it clean, Tee." She rests her hand on the top of my head when I enclose my mouth around the cum-splattered shaft. I bob my head up and down, bringing a hand up to hold the base.

Sara lets out little moans as she watches me go to work. When the phallus is spotless, we rise as much as we can in this little space and get dressed. Hopping out of the jungle gym, we walk over to our bikes and get on them.

"What about you?" I ask. "I didn't get to fuck you."

"Trust me," Sara replies, "I came plenty.