AN: The reveal! Let me know in a review if you guessed right and how you're liking the story so far :)
"Oh really? What do you do?" Tegan asked.
"I'm a shift lead at Golden Apple, the diner over on 6th." Sara picked nonexistent lint off her knee. "It's not the most glamorous job in the world, to be sure. But it pays the bills."
"I love that place!" Tegan perked up at the restaurant name. "They have the best banana cream pie."
"Yeah? I'll have to remember that in case you ever come in," Sara laughed. "What do you do?"
"If you want to talk about unglamorous, I'm a tech in a medical lab. Just specimens and microscopes and stuff." Tegan reached out for Sara's hand. "Buuut I also work late with weekends off. It's usually kind of opposite everyone else's life."
"I guess it's fate then," Sara smirked with a wink.
Tegan did end up staying. They shared a meal and a bed, but only to sleep, keeping with their initial agreement. The morning birds warned them the time was getting late, and after a few jokes from both of them about lesbian dates lasting days, their heads hit the pillows.
The first thing that hit Tegan when she woke up was the smell of being somewhere other than home, but it gave her butterflies, not anxieties. The arm around her pulled her tighter to the body behind her as lips pressed to her shoulder.
"Good morning," she said, rolling over. "How long have you been up?"
"Just a few minutes," Sara smiled. "It's not even five yet, so this is pretty early for me. But we did fall asleep pretty early, too."
"I don't know the last time I slept that long," Tegan yawned behind her hand. "You're really...comfy." She snuggled back into Sara with her face turned so her ear was against her upper chest.
"You are, too," Sara mumbled into Tegan's hair, breathing in the faint scent of strawberry.
The beating of Sara's heart bestowed on her a sense of safety and calmness. While the bloodlust lore about beating hearts or thumping veins was an entire falsehood, the slightly strengthened hearing did allow her to listen to it better through the sternum. The rhythm soothed her as it had the night before when she had been in a similar position, but this time it awakened her senses instead of lulling her to sleep. This was a sound she could easily get used to, if she hadn't already.
Sara traced up and down Tegan's spine over the sleep shirt she had borrowed, earning a contented hum from the owner. Feeling more sensual than sexual, she didn't know how far she would want to take things, much less how far Tegan would want, but her skin yearned to touch Tegan's skin. She lost the battle as her hand slipped under the shirt to the lower back beneath.
Resuming her movements up and down her back, another hum came from the woman in her arms, but it had a very different tone. Unsure how she had missed it until now, Sara realized that in the tangling of their bodies, her thigh had managed to land against Tegan's core, which was growing warmer with each stroke.
Tegan didn't know what was coming over her. She didn't usually wake up so easily turned on, nor did she usually get so turned on from such a simple touch. To be fair, she also didn't usually bond so quickly with a woman she had just met. The pressure on her center was light, and she debated whether it'd be too forward to attempt a bit more friction as she started to ache. The debate didn't last long, as a gentle press from the leg asked the question, and she pressed back to answer.
"I have morning breath," Sara whispered into Tegan's hair.
"I don't care if you don't," she said, matching the volume.
That was all Sara needed. Her caresses became more intentional and moved to Tegan's side, lightly scratching her hip then ghosting past her breast. Tegan turned her face to bury it in Sara's neck, quieting a moan. Leaving the shirt, Sara brought her hand to Tegan's hair, gently guiding her head back and up to face her. Finding only desire staring back, she kissed her softly.
It didn't take long for the kiss to grow passionate, and Tegan dug her fingertips into Sara's back. Their bodies moved together, giving Tegan the friction that she was starting to want more desperately. Sara rolled them over so that Tegan was on her back and kept her leg pressed against her, grinding with a slow pace to prevent anything from happening before she wanted it to. Her mouth moved down to give appreciation to Tegan's jaw and then neck.
"Please," Tegan panted quietly.
That was apparently the magic word. Sara quickly sat up, ridding both women of their shirts. They crashed back into each other as Sara's hand found Tegan's breast. She gratefully accepted the whine from Tegan's mouth into her own, teasing her nipple in attempt to gain another. The pace was still slow, making Tegan's head spin. She reached down and grabbed Sara's ass in both her hands, trying to encourage her to speed up, but her wrists were swiftly pinned over her head.
"Fuck," Tegan gasped as her hips involuntarily jerked in approval.
Sara grinned as she nipped at Tegan's earlobe. Shifting to be fully between Tegan's legs, Sara moved down to take a nipple into her mouth. A hand tangled in her hair and another scratched over the top of her back. She knew her torso was providing more of a tease than relief to Tegan's heated center, and the sounds coming from the woman under her confirmed that.
Making her way back up to Tegan's lips, Sara left a trail of kisses as she resumed her previous position. Short nails clawed down her back as soon as her thigh found its earlier home. This time, their hips rolled against each other at a steadier rate with intent. Her hand held up Tegan's lower back, allowing a better angle, and a small cry came from Tegan's throat with each thrust.
"There you go," Sara softly encouraged. "That's it."
Tegan opened her hooded eyes and found Sara staring back in desire, waiting to watch her fall over the edge. She couldn't think of anything sexier in that moment than knowing how much pleasure she was giving the woman above her, and that was all it took to let Sara have what she wanted. Tegan's eyes rolled back as the waves crashed through her, each bringing another moan.
Sara gently lowered Tegan's back to the bed and combed her fingers through her hair as she came down. Once she seemed calm enough, Sara tenderly kissed her again. Tegan lowered her arms down Sara's back and pressed her into her own thigh.
"Mmm," Sara groaned quietly. "Don't worry about me. That was… I'm good." She smirked to emphasize her meaning.
"Yeah?" Tegan grinned back as Sara moved beside her. "Are you a stone top then?"
"It's been a while since I heard that one," Sara laughed. "People I know usually say 'service top'. But no, not at all. I just get more from…" she trailed off, biting her lip with a wink. "Besides, we should probably talk about testing and condoms and stuff before we…do more."
Tegan mentally kicked herself. She had lived through the AIDS crisis and all that followed with social awareness about safe sex. Between the spontaneity of the last 24 hours and her lack of intention to hook up last night, she had forgotten to even mention it. While she couldn't get or give anything, it wasn't as though she could tell any human why; it was just easier to show negative tests or use protection.
"Oh…yeah," she said. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting…any of this, I guess." At least that part was true.
"Me neither," Sara smiled warmly. "But I'm glad it did. Are you okay, though? With…what happened? I know you said you weren't wanting a one-night stand."
"Very okay," Tegan replied, biting her lip. "As long as you are, too. You said the same thing?"
"I'm very okay, too." Sara placed a small kiss on Tegan's lips.