AN: I'm just going to set this down and...
The next day, Sara and Tegan had to go in for more meetings. It was Tuesday, and they had only taken off Wednesday for their birthday and Thursday for any potential hangovers. Aura's anxiety wasn't showing its face today, so she did some laundry and then went shopping again. She had confirmed that they didn't have plans to go out tonight, since they'd be seeing most of their friends and family at the birthday party.
Taking inspiration from two days prior, she decided to make tacos and margaritas for the three of them. Her first stop was the liquor store, where she picked up Sara's preferred tequila, knowing any brand would bring out the vivacious Tequila T. After dropping off the drink ingredients back at the apartment, she went in the other direction to the grocery store for the taco ingredients.
The twins walked in the door just as she was putting the food on the table, having waited to start the beverages until they were back. They had to stay longer to make up for the days they were taking off, so it was already after 8pm.
"Holy shit. What smells so good?" Tegan asked, coming up behind Aura. She wrapped her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder to view the spread.
"You didn't have plans, so I made plans. Mexico's Independence Day was two days ago, so I made tacos and got stuff for margaritas," Aura said, turning around and giving Tegan a peck on the lips.
"Fuck yes," Sara approved of the tequila choice, having made a beeline for the alcohol as soon as she heard 'margarita'.
"Ha! Yeah, I got your kind. That one will drink any brand," Aura laughed and joined her at the counter to make the drinks.
The three women chatted through dinner and put the leftover food away after. Sara had been generous with the tequila when Aura let her pour, so even one drink each had them all pretty buzzed. Tegan was making another batch, pouring more into the blender than Sara had.
"Heeey, Teeee," Aura said once Sara got up to go to the bathroom after they finished their second round. "There'll be lots of people tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah," Tegan nodded.
"And you're pretty drunk right?" Aura confirmed.
Tegan gave a gummy smile and nodded happily.
"Tomorrow lots of people means you have to be with me, so Sara with tonight, yeah?" Aura drunkenly stumbled over the sentence, still having less of a tolerance than either twin. "You two be a happy birthday. Yeah. Happy birthday."
Aura kissed Tegan before she had a chance to respond, then promptly headed for the hallway. Tegan's reflexes were delayed from the alcohol, so she didn't have the time to grab her hand or call out before Aura was out of sight.
Sara came out of the bathroom just as she was passing by. Aura stopped and hugged her. Confused but drunk enough not to question, Sara hugged her back.
"You two be a happy birthday," Aura whispered in her ear, then sloppily kissed it and disappeared into Tegan's bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Walking a little staggered as the second drink was kicking in, Sara reached the couch and dropped onto it. Tegan was looking at her with some sort of internal dispute written across her face. Only now piecing together the similarity to the other night, Sara's eyes grew wide as she glanced between the hallway and Tegan.
"Wait...again?" Sara asked, processing the interaction in the hallway.
Tegan chewed her upper lip and nodded. They sat quietly for a couple minutes, neither moving nor speaking.
"She, uh, she said since tomorrow is the party with everyone, I have to be with her. So... I think she, like, wanted us to, uh... celebrate?... tonight," Tegan now stumbled over her own sentence, but it was less from the alcohol.
"Do you...want to?" Sara asked, picking at a stray piece of fuzz on the couch.
They had gotten to a level of comfort regarding and discussing kissing years ago, enough to stop their constant fighting that it previously spawned. It even prompted their album Get Along. However, everything they knew had been turned upside down in less than a week – both from Aura and her acceptance, and the fact that neither of them had yet to find their usual negative feelings about taking things further than ever before in the two days since.
Tegan looked around the room, occasionally landing on Sara, but finally stopping on the tequila bottle that had somehow made it to the coffee table. She picked it up, staring at it in her hand. Her eyes looked up, connecting with Sara's, then she opened the bottle and took a swig without breaking their eye contact. Handing the bottle to Sara, she watched her sister do the same before setting it back on the table. They timidly scooted closer on the couch, not yet touching, but very slowly leaning toward each other.
"We can still, uh, follow the rules," Tegan said unenthusiastically.
"We can make...new rules," Sara suggested, glancing between Tegan's eyes and lips as they grew nearer.
"Like, maybe, stomach is okay?" Tegan's breath began to pick up slightly as she started to tilt her head.
"Yeah. And... maybe hips?" Sara's lips said, close enough to graze Tegan's with the words.
"Yeah... and... maybe..." Tegan didn't finish as her mouth landed on Sara's.
Their kiss started off slow, like it usually did, but it quickly grew more heated than either was accustomed to. Feeling like a teenager, Tegan was unsure what to do with her hands, but she decided on repeating her actions from the other night and put her hand on Sara's knee. Glad to not be the first to make a move, Sara reached to hold Tegan's waist and began softly stroking up and down, pausing at the hem of her shirt.
A light squeeze on her knee let Sara proceed. Her hands smoothed under Tegan's shirt and over the skin of her lower back, causing Tegan to break a rule by gasping into Sara's mouth. Throwing the rule out the window, Sara sighed back. Both of Tegan's hands moved to Sara's waist, but rather than waiting, she immediately went under Sara's shirt and squeezed. Sara's fingertips pressed into the skin on Tegan's back from the contact.
Finally taking a breath, Sara broke the kiss. Tegan placed shy kisses up her jaw to her neck, blazing a trail over skin unknown to her lips. Both raised their hands slightly, bringing their shirts with, and noting the other doing the same motion, they continued instead of pausing. As their shirts hit the floor, their eyes met briefly, then lowered to take in the exposed skin. Life on tour had left little room for privacy, so there were no new sights, but their eyes were given a new allowance to linger.
Tegan's hand tangled in Sara's hair as her mouth went straight for Sara's neck, eliciting a choked moan from inside it. They had to be cautious. They had to follow the rules. Even breaking the 'no noises' rule, Sara was holding back. This was already so much more than their heads and hearts knew how to process, and the alcohol in their veins threatened to throw the rule book out the window.
Short nails grazed down Tegan's back, and she couldn't contain the quiet groan. Tegan shifted in her seat slightly, trying desperately to ease the pressure building where she knew it couldn't be relieved. Knowing what Tegan just did and why, something clicked in Sara's brain and set fire to a couple pages in the rule book.
Slowly her hands moved from Tegan's back to the front of her shoulders, gently pressing her back to rest against the back of the couch. Sara turned her body to face Tegan, bringing herself to kneel on the couch next to her sister as they met in another heavy kiss. The hands on Sara's waist guided her to the side until she was fully straddling Tegan.
The tip of Sara's tongue lightly trailed down Tegan's jaw to the spot behind her ear. Tegan bit her bottom lip hard as Sara's hand slid into her hair, but then Sara's other hand slipped down from her shoulder to her hip, ghosting the side of her breast as it passed.
"Oh fuck," Tegan whispered, scorching a whole chapter.
Her head lolled to the side, giving Sara access to more of her neck where she was working some sort of magic. Tegan was panting and greatly needed to stop completely or have more. A slight tug to her hair made the decision for her, and her right hand moved up to cup Sara's breast. This was what had stopped them before, but this time Sara's response was to bite down on the spot where Tegan's neck met her shoulder. With a spinning head, Tegan stroked her thumb over Sara's nipple, earning her a needy whimper.
"Shit," she whispered again as something fell apart inside her.
Tegan leaned forward to connect her mouth with Sara's collarbone, causing Sara's lips to leave her skin. Squeezing the breast in her palm, Tegan's other hand spread wide on Sara's back to support her as her lips kissed lower and lower until they reached the top of Sara's bra. Two hands were now combing and pulling through Tegan's hair, and she was quickly losing any semblance of self-control. She gently bit down on Sara's nipple through her bra, and the surprise caused Sara to cry out unrestrained.
Sara was dizzier from arousal than she had been in years. It was all too much but still not enough. Her thoughts were traversing landscapes of their own volition that she had never before permitted. She wanted to taste every inch of Tegan's skin and memorize every curve with her tongue; she wanted to be able to kiss Tegan's body and have her lips know exactly where they landed without looking. Even knowing that if they didn't stop soon, then she wouldn't be able to until she had fulfilled that desire, Sara still couldn't bring herself to push Tegan away.
All she could do was moan as wet lips met her bare breast, sucking her nipple to a hard peak. Tegan had pulled down the strap, giving her mouth access to half of Sara's chest. The hand on Sara's back unhooked her bra, and it met their shirts on the floor as Tegan gave equal attention to her other breast.
"Fuck, Tee," Sara breathed, earning her a nip of teeth to the hardened bud. "I don't... I want... I can't..."
Words failed her, but Tegan didn't. She was guided back to where they met in a kiss, resting against the back of the couch again. They both worked on regulating their breathing, willing themselves to calm down, until they were just cradling each other's lips in their own for a while, unwilling to part yet.
