Aura POV

Slight paranoia struck my thoughts. This was the first time in years, and probably the second or third time ever, that I had slept with someone this soon after meeting them. I had never really gone through a 'sleeping around' phase, nor did I have a 'partying' phase, like most of my friends. Some of the concern I had last night crept back into my brain. I didn't want this thing with Tegan, whatever it was, to end so quickly. Hopefully she didn't think lowly of me for initiating our tryst, and hopefully she wasn't going to just send me packing right away, having gotten what she wanted. I felt a little guilt for insinuating that Tegan could be a player, and I knew that it was more the insecurities of my past speaking than me actually thinking that of her. I didn't want to get up yet, not only scared that I might not have a chance in the future to lay here with her, but also I was still reveling in the moment and my own afterglow. Unfortunately, my bladder had other ideas.

"Mmm…I'll be right back. Don't run away?" I told Tegan, raising my torso to meet her gaze.

"Not without you," she brushed her lips against mine and gave me a soft smile. I blushed and lowered my head. Realizing I just put my face back in her tits, I sprung up and rushed to the bathroom, still completely nude.

Damn she knows how to lay on the charm, I thought, still unsure fully of her motivation. After I was done, I exited the bathroom and made a quick inventory of my clothes strewn over the room as I walked back to the bed. Tegan was where I had left her, eyes traveling my body as I descended onto the bed. Deciding to force my concerns away, I crawled back to her on my hands and knees.

"See something you like?" I flirted. Grinning, I leaned over and kissed her lips.

"You have no idea," she flirted back when I pulled away. I raised my eyebrows with a smirk.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I have an idea," I said as I let my eyes travel her body. Her left arm reached behind my head and pulled me back in for another kiss. Our tongues intertwined quickly, causing me to moan into her mouth. She broke the kiss after a minute and rested her forehead against mine.

"Hey," she said, pulling away to look me in my eyes. "You okay?" Her expression was one of genuine concern.

"Fine. Why?" I tried to cover for my previous embarrassment.

"Oh god. Fine is never a good thing," Tegan started, sitting us up straight. "You weren't ready were you? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to push you." Her tone was riddled with worry, and she pulled me into a hug. My thoughts swam, and I knew I had to correct her before she felt any worse.

"No! No, no, no. That's not it at all," I said as I leaned back enough to meet her eyes but still hold her. "Don't think I regret anything. Please. I don't want you to think that at all."

"Then, why did you freak out?" she asked meekly. I looked at her confused. "You rushed away from me, and then you were looking all over the room like you wanted to find the escape route, when you came back." I blinked slowly, trying to word this correctly in my head before I spoke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to concern you. I just…" I paused, "I'm still not a hundred percent sure on the whole 'it's not a one night stand' thing, I guess. I don't want it to end up that you're just rebounding, or you to think that I'm just some crazy fan trying to get into your pants, or that you're just doing the rock star player thing." I knew I was rambling.

"Hey! Hey," Tegan stopped me. "How about this? I can guarantee that I won't think of you as a crazy fan trying to jump my bones, as long as you don't think I'm a 'rock star player'. I'm really not that famous, I promise." She smiled at me, and I closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were a player," I mumbled.

"You really need to quit apologizing. It's okay. I'm not offended, and I know that's not what you meant," Tegan cupped her hand around my chin and rested her thumb on my lips. "As far as I can tell, this isn't a rebound thing. I like you. A lot. And I want to spend time with you and get to know you, and see what happens. For real." I gently kissed her thumb and looked back into her gaze.

"You really fucking know what to say to a girl, don't you?" I softly joked.

"That's the hope," she bantered back. "So can we just be Aura and Tegan: seeing where this goes? No pretext or hidden motives. Just two people who like each other."

"Sounds like a marvelous plan," I smiled at her, my worries truly calmed by her words. I leaned in and caught her bottom lip with mine. Giving it a tender suck, I brought her back into a passionate lip lock. Tegan broke the kiss again, and I groaned in frustration.

"We should probably get dressed and join the world of the living sometime. Sara's already going to give us hell for how long we've been in here," she mumbled into my lips.

"Oh? Is that your only reason to get up?" I asked playfully, pulling away slightly.

"Pretty much. Other than her and food, I'm tempted to stay here indefinitely with you. Fuck clothes," she grinned.

"Indefinitely, eh?" I smirked back.

"Yeah. Indefinitely," she crashed her lips into mine. Slowly, she pressed forward until I lowered to the bed. Her hand grazed up my side and cupped my left breast. My hands gave her shoulders a gentle push.

"That's not really conducive to 'joining the living'," I giggled.

"So what? The temptation is strong," she excused herself. A rumble came from her stomach. "There's the food reason to get up," she sat back up, placing a hand across her tummy. As if on cue, Tegan's phone began playing a different song than it had last time I heard it. She picked it up to check the screen. "And there's the Sara reason." Her fingers typed out a quick reply to the text. "Do you know what a 'chip-ah-tull' is? Sara says she wants to eat there. I told her it's cool, 'cause I didn't want her to have more ammunition." I laughed heartily at her pronunciation of one of my favorite restaurants.

"It's pronounced chip-oh-tlay, and I love their food," I managed through my giggles. She stuck her tongue out at me. "Put that away unless you plan on using it."

"Oh I plan to," she lunged at me. Her mouth began a descent from my neck to my chest, licking, nipping, and sucking its way down.

"We're never getting out of this bed, are we?" I breathed the joke out as my hands found her hair.

"Temptation is really, really strong," she spoke into my skin. I rolled us over to be on top of her and kissed her heatedly. I one swift motion, I broke away and stood. Tegan rolled back over to her stomach and groaned into the sheets.

"Come on. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, but we do need sustenance," I said, giving her a playful tap on her exposed rear.

Muffled by the bedding, Tegan squeaked and mumbled, "Not helping!" I chuckled at her and shook my head, taking note for later. I began picking up our clothing, setting Tegan's on the bed and putting on my own. I heard her stomach grumble again, and she begrudgingly sat up to dress herself. As Tegan was finishing, I went to the bathroom again, this time to check my appearance in the mirror.

"Hey, can I use your comb?" I shouted to Tegan.

"Huh? Sure," she answered. I picked up the comb off of the counter and swiped it through my chin-length hair. Satisfied that I wasn't sporting bed head or sex hair, I placed it back down and walked back into the main room. Tegan was sitting on the edge of the bed, tying her shoelaces. She must have put the old clothes into a suitcase and pulled out new ones, because she was dressed in different clothes, and the ones I had laid on the bed were gone. I slid on my shoes, and I could feel Tegan's eyes on me.

Although my nervousness as to her motivations had been quelled for now, I still had my reservations. She was a musician. She toured. She would leave town soon, and I didn't know if we would keep in touch. Even if we did, there was no way to say when we would meet again. I led a boring life comparatively. Sure, I had my dreams and hopes, but I had never had the opportunity to pursue any of them as a career. She did. Our lives were so different, and I was apprehensive to let myself get my hopes up. As much as I believed that she was honest in wanting to pursue something with me, even if just friendship, I wanted to remain realistic that as soon as she left, there was the possibility that this would just become a fond memory of 'that one time'. 'Hope for the best, prepare for the worst' had become my new motto.

"Let's go," I said, smiling and grabbing our coats. Despite knowing that this may not last beyond the next few days, I was determined to enjoy myself while it lasted. We met Sara in the hallway again, and the three of us headed off to the nearest Chipotle.