A/N: Y'all are demanding little things, aren't ya? I slaved away to get this done by tonight when I get home from work earlier, so Merry Christmas to all of you reading! It's not too much, but it's something. I hope you enjoy and decide to return the Christmas spirit and review! Thank you!

Sara's POV

I repeatedly push the doorbell, impatiently bouncing from foot to foot as I wait for Tegan to answer the door. I pound and pound with my fist against the hard wood until she whips the door open with a huff.

I smile wide and lean on the door frame, tapping against it with my finger. "So this is what your front door looks like."

"Shut up," she chuckles and rolls her eyes, grabbing me by the sleeve of my hoodie and tugging me in. My front collides with hers and she gives the door a light push, letting it shut on its own. "Hey you." I mutter before capturing her lips with mine and grabbing onto her hips, exposed from her low rise sweatpants.

"I missed you," Tegan whispers softly, easing my backpack of my shoulders only to wrap her arms around my neck and pull me closer. She rests her forehead against mine and sighs.

I laugh, tickling her smooth skin with the tips of my fingers and look her in the eye. "You saw me four days ago, and we've talked non stop since."

"I know, but," she smiles and pulls away. She tucks her long locks behind her left ear and exposes her neck, revealing the sizable purple hickey. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about how that felt."

"Yeah?" I bite my lip, eyeing the bruise. Not bad work, Sara, not bad.

"Mhmm. Although it hasn't been easy to hide." She tilts her head and toys with the short hair on the nape of my neck.

"I'd apologize but I'm not sorry. It was just as much fun for me as it was for you, believe me." I grin slyly and crush her lips with mine, letting my tongue slip into hers. She runs her hands down to my waist, pulling me closer. I slip off my shoes and kick them aside before stepping gently onto her socked feet. She reads my mind and holds me tight while she starts to walk towards the staircase, taking me with her.

I feel my body descend and open my eyes a tad, seeing that we are going the opposite of where her bedroom is. I pull away and she stops, resting her bum against the railing. I look at her with questioning eyes and step off her feet, finding my own footing. "Where are we going?" I look down the rest of the steps and try to see what's down there. I didn't even know she had a basement.

"You'll see. There's something I want to show you." She says with a slight nervous shake to her voice. I raise my eyebrows and she gives her a head shake, taking my hand and guiding me down. We reach the bottom and enter another, but less formal, living room. I immediately know why she's brought me down here when I see the expensive, beautiful grand piano in the corner. I let her hand go and look down to the floor. She goes to grab my hand with both of hers and lifts it to her lips, pecking the back of it. "Please?"

I glance back to the piano and feel my stomach drop. I keep telling myself it isn't a big deal, and that I can do it. It's Tegan. Of course I can do it. I nod, finally letting myself give in, and crack my knuckles, sitting on the padded bench next to her. She rests her palm on the small of my back and rubs slow circles. "What are you going to play?"

A list of every song my grandma taught me runs through my mind. The options were endless, it was just a matter of if I could remember any of them, but there was one song in particular I knew would never leave me. It was like knowing to ride a bike or being able to recite the alphabet, it would never be erased from my mind.

"Something my Grandma and I worked on together, but it's unfinished." I press down one of the pearly white keys, testing it out, and smile to myself. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed that sound.

"That was beautiful." Tegan cracks a smile and nudges me with her shoulder.

"Did you want me to play or not?" I cock an eyebrow and knock her knee with my own.

She holds her hands up in surrender then folds them in her lap, making her features serious before grinning at me. "Sorry."

I chuckle and lift my other hand, hovering it over the keys. I take a deep breath and touch my fingers down, letting them move on their own across the black and white keys. An unavoidable grin spreads across my face, and I can feel my body lighten. I don't even have to think about I'm doing, the passion just flows right to my fingertips. My eyes flutter shut as I get lost in the feeling I haven't felt in years. Tegan's hand resumes its place on the small of my back and I open my eyes, finding her staring at me with what can only be love in her eyes. I close the few inches between us and kiss her, finishing out the song while our lips lock.

"Thank you," I murmur, holding her neck and thigh. I can feel the effect I have on her racing heart through my finger tips and bite her bottom lip, feeling the skip in the otherwise steady pace.

"No, thank you. I'm glad you felt you could open up to me like that. It was a beautiful song, Sara." She says kindly, breaking the kiss, and then she abruptly stands up. "Let's go to my room."

I smile and nod, teasing her with my hands as I follow her up the stairs by tickling her sides or tapping her bum. She giggles the whole way, swaying her hips to dodge me or swatting my hands away. We get to the top of the second floor and she starts to go right. I look the other way and grin mischievously.

"Babe, wait." I reach for her arm and yank her back. "Is that your parents room?" I point to a closed door at the opposite end of the hall.

"Yeah, why?" She narrows her eyes and looks me up and down.

I laugh and start walking away. "C'mon."

I open the door slowly, causing the wood to groan against the hinges and poke my head inside. When the coast is clear, I swing the door open all the way and head straight for the huge, mahogany bed. I pounce on it and turn onto my back, posing as Tegan catches up.

"What are you doing?" She chuckles at my pose and places her hands on her hips.

I pat the comforter and give her my most seductive expression I can manage. "Waiting for my girlfriend to join me so we can play a little tonsil hockey and gay up her parents room."

She bursts out laughing, revealing that gummy grin I could stare at for the rest of my life and makes her way over the end of the bed. She starts to play with the fringe of a blanket folded neatly up on top of the comforter, hesitant to join me. I flip onto my knees and using all the strength I possibly have, pull her up and on top of my body, and let us fall back.

"Don't think. Just do." I order.

She nods her head and lets the passion take over, smashing her lips into mine.

Tegan's POV

Sara and I haven't found ourselves in too many heated situations yet, but each time that we have, she's been in charge. And even though I don't have much experience, I really want to show her that I too have a dominant side, even if it isn't quite as feisty as hers.

I trail my hands down her arms and grab her wrists, pinning them into my Mum's pillow above her head. I roll my tongue against hers and press my hips down. I feel my toes curl and I struggle to remain in control. I've never experienced anything like kissing Sara. It was unbelievable. She must feel the same because a moan escapes her throat and passes into my own, the sensation driving me wild. I falter for only a moment but it gives Sara enough time to flip our positions and she straddles me. Her hands find my hips and she smirks, looking at me through her fallen bangs.

I bite my lip and wait for her to make her move. She winks and slips her hands under my shirt, caressing my skin with her lithe fingers as she travels them upwards to my heaving chest. I close my eyes and smile goofily, remember the deal I made with Sara. The tips of her fingers reach my bra and I freeze up, remembering where I am.

"Wait, Sara. Stop." I pant and instantly her fingers are frozen against my flesh.

She cocks her head to the side and pouts, her moist bottom lip sticking out adorably. "But you promised."

I roll my eyes and giggle. I swear she had the hormones of a teenage boy sometimes. I wrap my fingers around her forearms and pull her arms out from under my shirt. "I never promised anything, but that's not the problem. Can we take this back to my room? I think we sufficiently gayed this room up."

"Yeah, of course babe." She smiles and swings her leg over me and climbs off the bed, holding her hand out to help me. I grab it and slide off the bed, heading towards the door but don't make it far. Sara's still standing by the bed and holding my hand.

"What's wrong?" I crease my brow.

She points to the bed, the sheets all messed up from our fun. "I don't know about you but I don't want you to have to explain to your nutcase parents why their bed looks like this."

I smack my forehead and reach for the sheets, straightening them out. "Good thing one of us has brains and is looking out for me. I don't want even to imagine what would happen if my parents found out about us."

Sara grabs the opposite ends of the sheets and helps. She smiles and lowers her voice to a growly timbre. "We would feel the wrath of God and be doomed to burn in Hell. Ahhh!" She attacks me with her fingers, tickling and poking me.

I gasp and laugh, pushing her away and out the door. I take one last look around to make sure everything is just right and flip the switch, hurrying to catch up to Sara, already opening the door to my room. I walk in and find her sitting in my butterfly chair in the corner near my window. She pats her knees with a smile and push my door shut then move over to her, spreading my legs apart and sitting in her lap.

"Now where were we?" She kisses me softly between my collar bones and slips her hands back under my shirt, grabbing and dragging her nails against my back. I link my fingers together behind her neck and try not to let my nerves get the best of me and just feel what her touch is capable of doing to me. I trust her and that she would never take things too far without my consent or if she knew I was uncomfortable.

She moves her hands around to my stomach, running them over the muscles and continuing her assault on my neck, leaving more marks I'll have to desperately try to hide when my parents return. She move upward, palming my breasts over my sports bra. I suppose my mind knew I wanted this because I can really feel every movement over the stretchy, silky material more than I know I would have wearing a normal bra.

I whimper and claw at her neck when she squeezes each of my breasts and runs her thumbs over my nipples. I feel them harden under her touch and she chuckles, running her broad tongue up my neck.

"Ohh..." I breathe and nod. She starts biting up my jaw and to my ear, licking and nipping at my pierced lobe.

"You like that, Tee?" She hums with hot breath right into my ear.

I whimper again, louder this time. The stretchy fabric of my bra goes taught and I feel her starting to tug the straps down to expose my chest to her fingers. My back tenses up and I take a deep breath.

"Sara." I utter and instantly she stops again, knowing just by the tone of my voice that I'm not prepared for that yet. She pulls her hands out from my shirt and wraps them around my shoulders, pulling me down into a hug.

"Sorry." She mumbles against my neck.

"Don't. You're amazing." I whisper back and peck her on the cheek, feeling my muscles relax quickly from her hold. She really was so amazing. She was so good at paying attention to my wants and needs, not even caring if they were the same as hers. I came first. I loved it. I just wanted to stay in her arms all night. I lift my head and look into her eyes. I graze my thumb over the small scar under her bottom lip and smile. "Do you want to spend the night?"

"Do you like hockey?" She asks back.

I scrunch my face in confusion, having not a clue what she was going on about. "Huh?"

"Oh, I thought we were asking each other stupid questions." She giggles and then nods, guiding me off her lap and standing up. "Of course I want to spend the night."

"Cool." I grin and head to my dresser to grab her a pair of sweatpants. I turn around and find her standing with her hoodie and pants already off and lying in a pile on the floor. My eyes travel south to her thin legs covered by her black boy shorts and the small space between her thighs. I gulp and she clears her throat. I look back up and blush when I see her smug grin. I smile weakly and hand her the bottoms. She pulls them up and ties the strings snugly to her hips and then jumps onto my bed. I turn the light off and climb in next to her, lying on my back and stare up at the ceiling. This is the first time we're spending the night together as a couple. I know we're just going to be sleeping but I don't know what the protocol was. Was it expected that we were to cuddle? Did I even know how to cuddle with someone? What if I'm bad at it and I smother her? I take a deep breath and grasp at my sheets. Maybe she'll just asleep right away.

As soon as I have the thought I feel her warm breath on my cheek and her arm wrapping around my middle. Her legs tangle with mine and my breath shakes.

"Tegan?" She says quietly.

"Hmm?" I swallow loudly, holding onto her forearm.

"I'm not even tired." She giggles. Her breath blows the short hairs by my ear around and I shiver.

"Me neither." I confess with a smile.

"So kiss me?"