A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the delay, but finally here is the next chapter. This fic is being changed to M to be safe for now, as it will more than likely contain m rated material in the future. As usual, feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you think :3
Sara had never liked Lindsey. To her, the band's photographer and apparent object of Tegan's affections had been little more than a cause of the heart-wrenching pain that had prompted her twin to write the emotional tracks that made up The Con. Working on their fifth album had been difficult for Sara; she hated the thought of her sister being sad enough to write those songs, but as immature as it was, Sara was insanely jealous of LB. For years she had watched Tegan fall victim to the misery that she indeed seemed to find addictive, wanting nothing more than to be able to erase it with her touch, her kiss, her love, and here Lindsey had the opportunity to do just that, but was not taking advantage of it, instead leaving Tegan to hurt.
Now though, Sara's dislike of Lindsey was for an entirely different reason. In the two weeks since she had joined them on tour, Tegan had been forced to act as though nothing was different, and seeing her sister being affectionate with LB was equal to being stabbed with a knife. Sara was possessive, she did not share, and unusual quality in a twin, and having to endure the close quarters with Tegan and her girlfriend was killing her, especially since the presence of another person meant that her contact with Tegan was limited to less than either would have liked. Sara had spent many nights of the last two weeks lying awake in her bunk, longing for her twin's arms around her, listening to the sound of her steady breathing in the bunk across for Sara's own.
The two had managed brief moments of alone time of course, sometimes backstage before and after shows, sometimes in deserted corridors , sometimes late at night while LB was sound asleep, but it wasn't enough to satisfy them, and it also wasn't enough to have allowed them to be fully intimate yet. The kisses they'd shared had been intense and passionate, and both were now committed to giving their relationship a try, but until they actually took things as far as to sleep together there was a sense that they hadn't fully fallen to the bottom of the well of emotion that they were destined to drown in. And Sara wanted nothing more than to drown, to take in every inch of Tegan, touch her, taste her, kiss away her years of hurt and anger. She longed to hold her sister again, allow the outline of her curves to be immortalised in her memory without any fabric acting as a barrier. Sara wanted to see Tegan's shields come down, and maybe let her own down too, but all of that was simply not possible with LB hovering constantly in the background.
Before a show one night, only a couple of days prior to their mid-tour break, Sara was walking alone backstage, down the empty corridor to their dressing room, when a door opened to her right and she found herself enclosed in a pair of strong, familiar arms that tugged her into the small, darkened room that appeared to be little more than a broom closet.
"Tegan," she laughed, turning in her twin's arms to entwine her fingers around Tegan's neck. "What are you doing?"
Tegan grinned, leaning in and pressing her lips to Sara's. "I missed you," she answered upon pulling away.
"Really? You only saw me at lunch," Sara teased.
"Yeah, but not like this," Tegan's mouth moved to her ear, lightly kissing the cartilage. "Have you booked your flight back to Montreal yet?" She questioned in between leaving scattered kisses from Sara's ear to her jaw to her neck.
"N-not yet, I was going to do it in the morning," Sara answered, trying to keep her breathing even, but from the soft vibration of Tegan's small chuckle against her neck, she knew her slip up had been noticed. Tegan pulled back to look at her, and Sara could see the mischievous twinkle in her sister's eye.
"Good, because you're not going to Montreal," Tegan informed her.
"Oh? And why is that then?" Sara grinned, she had a feeling that Tegan was about to share some good news, and her suspicions were proven correct when her twin flashed her usual gummy grin.
"LB got a call this morning, she's got some job in Europe, leaving same day we were supposed to go back to Vancouver, so I was thinking, you should come with me, and we can finally have some time on our own."
Sara smiled, loving the thought of being alone with Tegan at last. "Well, looks like I'm coming to Vancouver then," she said, watching Tegan's eyes light up with childish excitement for a brief moment before she found herself swept into a tight hug.
"I can't wait," Tegan whispered into her ear, making her smile. Her twin was just so adorably sweet sometimes.
"I've missed you these last few days," Sara confessed once Tegan had loosened her hold.
"I've missed you too, so much," Tegan told her, stroking Sara's cheek with the pad of her thumb. "And I wish I could just end things with LB, but she'd want to know why, and everything would end up a mess, and -"
"Sshh, it's okay," Sara cut her off, seeing Tegan starting to get worked up. "I understand. Neither of us likes it, hell, I can barely stand the thought of you being with her, but that's the way it is."
Tegan smiled sadly. "In a few days, it won't be. We'll be together."
"That's right," Sara smiled again, leaning in to capture Tegan's lips with her own and kissed her softly. "Now come on," she said, pulling away and taking Tegan's hand to lead her out of the little room. "We've got a show to do."