Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait, I know you guys absolutely hate me. But I promise, I PROMISE, that this Sequel will be ten times better than First Love, so I'm asking you not to hate me, please? Sorry that this chapter is really short, but you guys are gonna start seeing a new side of Sara that Tegan's creating, so tell me if you notice the change in her behavior. Also, I have to warn you guys, there will be plenty of new couples in this story that will blow your fucking mind, some of them being completely awkward, but still kind of cute. So get ready for some new OTP's and remember to sign your waver for this emotional roller-coaster. So, Good luck. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW & ENJOY (:

Songs of the Chapter: HelloGoodbye-Here In Your Arms, Linkin Park-Shadow Of The Day.

Chapter 2: Selfish

Sara POV:

I try my best to ignore the sound of the loud ringing, turning my head to the side and meeting a familiar warmth. After a couple of seconds, I give up; opening my eyes slowly. I stare at the blurry tan image in front of me and take in a deep breath, my nostrils filling with my favorite ,familiar scent . . . Tegan. The ringing stops and I slowly lift my head from her shoulder, sitting up straight. I look at her face and my heart drops, my lips pulling into a small smile at the sight in front of me. She's asleep, her head resting against the wall; her shaggy bangs covering her eyes.

I lift my right hand up and extend my index finger, gently placing it down on her bottom lip. Her flesh was so cold, but she kept me so warm. I slowly glide my finger around, tracing the shape of her lips, already knowing the frame by heart. If I would have known a long time ago that this is what London had to offer me, I would have come a lot sooner.

I take in a small breath and slowly lean down, stopping a centimeter away from her face. I trail my eyes down to her lips, watching as my finger outlines them. What did my lips do before they found her? Sometimes I dressed them in Cherry Chap-stick, but most of the time they stayed closed. Now . . . they tremble at just the thought of her kissing her.

I wonder if the girls before me ever felt this way? I wonder if Molly ever looked into Tegan's eyes and felt her world turn completely upside down in the most amazing way. I wonder if she was ever addicted to Tegan's touch, if she ever craved for Tegan's hands to caress her skin. Or if she ever yearned to feel Tegan pulse around her fingers; like I do.

I close my eyes and slowly lean forward, gently resting my forehead against hers. How Molly could never touch Tegan is a mystery to me. I can't seem to control my hands when it comes to Tegan's skin, my fingers have been itching since the Night of Winter Formal to touch her again.

"Tegan."

I whisper,trying to wake her up gently. After seconds of pure silence, I open my eyes and stare at her still sleeping face. My lips pull into a small smile as my attempt to wake her, fails. Not even thunderstorms could wake her.

"Tegan, baby."

I say, a little louder this time. She takes in a deep breath and slowly turns her head to the side, her eyes remaining closed as she continues to sleep. I let out a small sigh and start to give up, when an idea of how to wake her up forms in my head. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and start to chew on it hard, moving my body back and trailing my eyes down to her batman underwear. I look at the yellow elastic band and feel my fingers start to throb.

I swiftly begin to trail my finger off her of her lips and down her body, passing her shirt-covered chest, and her tight-steady falling stomach. Once my finger lands on the elastic band, I hook it under and slowly lift it away from her skin. I take my bottom lip back between my teeth as my eyes travel to my favorite place in the world; lingering on her small patch of curls, resting on her mound.

"I'm guessing you like what you see?"

I hear her husky voice, making me lift my head. I look straight into her sleepy eyes and her lips pull into a small smile; making my cheeks turn a deep red.

"You have no idea."

I tell her, dropping my gaze back down to her mound. Some people would be too embarrassed to do this, admire their exposed partners while they're watching; but I'm not. Tegan's watching me while I fall in love with every inch of perfection she has to offer, there is nothing embarrassing about that; there couldn't be.

"Tell me what you like about it, Sara."

She says, heaviness dripping from each word. I bite down on my lip more and let out a small whimper; feeling the puddle between my legs starting to form. I lift my eyes back up to hers and slowly guide my hand inside of her underwear, letting my fingertips toy with her curls. She takes in a deep breath and her neck tenses, her eyes never leaving mine as she rests her head against the wall. I move my fingertips down and trace them up and down against her slit, feeling her liquid starting to seep from her folds.

"I love how smooth it is . . . how it feels like silk against my fingers."

I say, low. She lets out a small whimper and her legs begin to shake underneath me, making me start to smile. I do this to her, I make her anxious, I make her crave to be touched.

"What else, S-Sara?"

She says, shakily. I stop moving my fingers and slowly spread her folds; her heat radiating into the palm of my hand. I bring two fingers up to her clit and feel her cum coat the tips as I slowly begin to rub her. She closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh, her legs starting to calm as I rub away the nerves.

"I love how wet it gets . . . when you think about me."

I say, softly. She groans and bites down harder on her bottom lip, hissing at the pain mixing with the pleasure.

"Come here."

She says. I obey and lean forward, resting my forehead against hers. She lifts her hands up and places them on my jaw, her grip tightening as I slowly move my fingers down to her entrance.

"That's it? That's all you love about it?"

She whispers, rubbing the pad of her thumbs across the skin of my cheek. I gently shake my head and she smiles weakly, letting out a small sigh.

"There's one more."

I tell her, circling around the place my fingers will be filling in just a couple of seconds. She let's out a small breathless chuckle and moves her hands to the back of my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

"What is it?"

She says low, making my spine tingle with nerves. I take in a small breath and lean in more, resting my cheek against hers. Her grip on my locks begin to tighten and I lick my lips, whispering to her my favorite thing about it.

"I love that I'm only one who gets to touch it . . . me and only me."

I say, pushing in my two slender fingers that have been teasing her since she woke up. My eyes roll into the back of my head as her walls throb against my slender bones. My craving has been fixed. As my fingers develop a steady rhythm, I lean down and bury my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent mixed with the sweat that's starting to form.

"Tell me that it's mine, Tegan."

I whisper, sinking my teeth down into her milky flesh. She gasps and buries her head down into the crook of my neck, placing small little kisses near my shoulder. After a couple of seconds, nothing but her heavy breathing and moans filling the room, I slow my thrust down to a stop and she whimpers loud, beginning to grind her hips into my fingers.

"Tell me."

I tell her, feeling a sudden wave of greed wash over me. All the innocence I have is now gone, and I blame it on her. I blame her for making my eyes roll into the back of my head when I entered her, I blame her for her intoxicating moans that motivate me to release her, and most of all . . . I blame her for turning me into the worlds most selfish person. Now that she's had me, and I've had her . . . I want to be the only one that can have her.

"Please, Tegan."

I whimper, taking a piece of her skin between my lips and sucking on it hard. She tugs on my hair and brings her lips to my ear, letting me hear her hot-heavy breath.

"It's yours, Baby. All yours."

As soon as her words finish, I thrust my fingers back into her. She throws her head back, detaching my lips from her neck and pulls my face forward, crashing her lips against mine. As our tongues twirl in a graceful dance, I feel her walls start to squeeze my fingers tighter. As if it's an instant reaction already, my eyes roll back and I let out a small moan. Not only has she managed to break my innocence, but she's managed to turn me into an addict.

"Make me cum, Sara."

She moans in my mouth. I let out a small groan and push my fingers into her deeper, wanting her walls to amputate them with her clenching. She breaks our kiss to let out a loud gasp and I bury my head back into her neck, feeling her legs begin to rise with me right on top of them.

"Oh go- Sara!"

She yells, throwing her head back against the wall. I lift my face up from her neck and watch in awe; the way her eye-brows furrow every time my tips touch the deepest part inside of her, the way her jaw clenches every time I pull out, dreading the fact that even for a second, I'm close to leaving. This is why I'm selfish . . . I want to be the only person who witnesses Tegan cumming undone.

Tegan POV:

The nerves in my stomach start to explode, one by one as Sara's fingers move in and out, curling once they've hit the deepest part in me. I lift my head from the wall and look at her, finding her watching me; her mouth slightly ajar, eyes filled with nothing but Lust. The fact that she's watching me, waiting for me to burst in her palm makes it so much harder for me to explode. I want to throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut while my body convulses and becomes numb, but then . . . I want to watch Sara. I want to watch her, watch me cum. I want to see the look in her eyes when my Inner Volcano erupts and my melting-hot Lava flows like a river in her palm. I want to watch my girlfriend admire me like she has never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

"Sara."

I whimper, feeling my first wave crash down on me. She lets out a soft moan and that sound alone was enough to push me. I close my eyes and throw my head back as my fluids begin to drip into Sara's palm, my walls throbbing to keep her in place. My high starts to kick in to over-drive, and I feel Sara's fingers slowly pull out of me. As soon as her fingers disappear, my bones grow numb and my muscles become limp, making me slump against the wall. This was barely her second time touching me, and I was already experiencing something beyond the state of ecstasy.

After a minute of pure silence, nothing but our unsteady breaths filling the room, my high begins to fade. I slowly open my eyes and lift my head from the wall, ready to look at Sara, when my eyes gaze upon something more beautiful. She has her two fingers, that were just inside of me minutes ago, right in front of her face; her eyes glued to the shiny coat of liquid still dripping down from the tips. After a couple of seconds, she tears her gaze off of her fingers and looks down to my t-shirt covered chest. Without her having to say it, I knew that she wanted the material off of my body and onto the floor. So I bring my hands up to the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. She look at my exposed skin and brings her sticky fingers down to my right breast, spreading my cum around my stiff nipple. I take my bottom lip back between my teeth and hold back the moans that desperately want to escape my throat.

"You're all mine."

She whispers, leaning down and taking my cum-covered nipple into her mouth. I take in a sharp breath when I feel her hot-tongue start to swirl around, avoiding my aching bud. I lift my hands up and place them in her hair, tugging every time she sucks a piece of my skin into her mouth; no doubt leaving the worlds darkest hickies behind. Suddenly, I feel her teeth bite down on my nipple, making me arch my back as the pain mixes with the slight-stinging pleasure. I tighten my grip on her hair and slowly pull her up, feeling my nipple snap back into place as she stares directly at me; a small weak smile starting to form on her lips. Even at the most sexiest moments, she still managed to be the innocent Sara that I fell in love with.

"I love you."

I whisper, letting out a small chuckle. She smiles bigger and leans forward, brushing her nose up against mine; Giving me one of her sweet Eskimo kisses.

"I love you, too."

She says, leaning in and kissing the tip of my nose. I smile and begin to untangle my hands from her hair, ready to show her the same love she showed me just minutes ago. When my hands are free, I bring them down to her waist and grip her hips gently. She cocks her head to the side and my lips pull into a small smirk, earning a cute little giggle from her.

"You really weren't kidding when you said the four-day weekend, huh?"

I chuckle and she laughs, lifting up her right hand and placing it on my forehead. She slowly pushes my bangs back and leans down, placing a simple, yet heart-stopping kiss on my lips. She pulls away slowly, allowing her lips to linger a little, then fully retreats, resting her forehead back against mine.

"Tegan . . . would you be mad If I asked you to just hold me, instead?"

She says, a red glow casting upon her cheeks. She was embarrassed by her request, but she shouldn't be. Of course I would love to lay her down on my sheets and kiss ever single piece of skin that's exposed to me, and only me . . . but then there are times when I just want to lay down with her wrapped up in my arms. And it was turning into one of those moments; the tempting feeling to have my fingers knuckle-deep inside of her was fading, along with the urge to lick the sweat off of her shaking body. Now, all I want . . . is to make her happy and hold her.

"Little spoon, or big spoon?"

I ask, a small smile forming on my lips. She smiles wide and starts to lean in, when a loud knock makes her freeze; centimeters away from my face. I turn towards my door and my eyes grow small with confusion. What the fuck?

"Charlie, leave them alone . . ."

I hear a familiar voice say. I open my mouth in confusion and turn my head towards Sara; finding her smiling and shaking her head lightly. It was Charlie and Paulie.

"No. I wanna know if Tegan's okay, Paulie,"

I let out a small chuckle and sigh, my friends always know the right times to show up huh? After a couple of seconds, Charlie knocks again and Sara turns to me; a small weak smile planted on her lips.

"Can you hold me tonight, instead?"

She asks sweetly. I smile and gently nod my head. Even though I was slightly upset that our weekend was going to be ruined, I wanted to please Sara. We have our whole lives to hold and love each other, we could spare some time.

"What if they're dead, and that's why no one is answering?"

I hear Charlie say, making me chuckle. Sara smiles and starts to shake her head, sitting up straight and turning towards the door.

"We're very much Alive, Charlie!"

She yells. As soon as her words finish, Charlie's banging against the door like an over grown Wood-Pecker. I chuckle and Sara turns back to me, her bottom lip tucked into her mouth. I bring my hands down to her bare thighs and slowly rub them up and down, loving the way her skin feels against mine.

"We better get dressed, before Charlie breaks the door down."

She says, smiling. I nod and lean forward, placing a small delicate kiss on her cheek. She lets out a small sigh and starts to rise from her place on my legs. She freezes mid-way and her face tightens up in pain. She places her hands on my stomach and I finally realize what's wrong.

"Are you sore, still?"

I ask, feeling slightly ashamed at my selfish ways. Even though she was okay with me adding another finger, I shouldn't have been so rough with her.

"A little, but it was worth it."

She says, bringing one hand up to my jaw and cupping it lightly. Her lips pull into a smile and I can't help but smile back. She's okay, Tegan. With my hands on her hips, I tighten my grip and slowly lift her up, trying to help reduce the pain. With a couple of winces, she slowly climbs off of me and stands up near the edge of the bed. I toss the covers off of my feet and climb off the bed, standing right next to her.

"Don't walk. I'll get you some clothes."

I tell her. She nods and I turn around, walking over to my closet. I stop in front of it and open up my first drawer, grabbing 2 pairs of matching boxers. I set them on my shoulder and close the drawer, opening up the second to grab two white wife-beaters. With our clothes in my hands, I turn back around and walk over to Sara.

"Do you need some help?"

I ask, holding out her set of clothes. She shakes her head and grabs them, placing the boxers on the bed to put her shirt on first. While she changes into her clothes, I quickly put my shirt on and pull my boxers up. When I'm done, I turn to her and she smiles; sitting back down on the bed, against the wall. I turn towards the door and slowly make my way to it, noticing that my legs are still a bit shaky from earlier.

I twist the knob and pull the door back, seeing the two-familiar faces that have managed to make me smile for as long as I can remember. Charlie lifts her head up from her iPhone and smiles wide, locking up her phone and placing it into her front pocket

"Fucking, finally! I thought you guys were dead."

She says. I chuckle and shake my head, turning my attention over to Paulie. She has a small smirk on her face as her eyes skim up and down my body, ending at my hair.

"Sex hair, skimpy after clothes . . . they're far from dead, Charlie."

Paulie says. Charlie laughs and I roll my eyes. She was right, oh how right she was; but it was still awkward. Paulie used to say the same thing when she would come to my room after Molly and I would have sex. 'Sex hair and skimpy after clothes.'

"Do you guys wanna come in?"

I ask, looking between the two. Charlie turns her head to Paulie and shrugs, hoping Paulie will answer for the both of them. Paulie scrunches her lips together and turns to me, shaking her head lightly.

"No, I think you two should be alone . . . it is your weekend, after-all."

She says, smiling. I turn to Charlie and she looks at me, nodding her head too.

"Yea, you two should be alone. Since the girls come back tomorrow."

My lips pull into a small smile and I nod, silently thanking them for understanding. Paulie smiles and looks down to her hand, linked with Charlies. She lifts them up to her mouth and places a small kiss on the back of Charlie's hand, making Charlie smile like it was the best thing in the world.

"Maybe we should go back up to our room too, have a little fun before the girls comes back. Yea, babe?"

Charlie's face lights up and I laugh. Now that both of them are part of the relationship, they can't seem to keep their hands off of each other. But that's when I realized it . . . Sara and I were the same way. In the past three days, our fingers have caressed each other's skin like it's the last thing in the world that will keep us alive.

"Alright, well I guess we'll come back tomorrow. Is that okay?"

I look at Charlie and nod my head.

"Yea, just not early. We're gonna sleep in."

I tell them, already knowing that all Sara and I have done in the past three days is sleep-in, and make love. Charlie nods and turns to Paulie, raising her eyebrow at her. Paulie takes her bottom lip between her teeth and turns to me, smiling.

"Well we're gonna go and do what you two are doing. We'll be back tomorrow. Bye."

Before I can say anything, Paulie's dragging Charlie down the hallway, to the elevator. I let out a small chuckle and close the door. I turn around and look at the bed, expecting to find Sara sitting against the wall, when she surprises me once again by doing something unexpectedly. She's laying down on her side against the wall, my white blanket draped over her lower body, leaving her top-less chest open for me to view freely. And view freely, I do.

"So I just made up one rule for our relationship."

She says, starting to smirk sweetly. I cock my head to the side and eye her, finding this side of her to be strangely alluring. She lifts up her hand from the bed and with the two fingers that were inside of me, she motions for me to come to her. I obey and start to make my way over to her, stopping once my knees hit the edge of my bed. She pulls back the covers from her bottom half, showing me the beautiful sight of her naked body. As my eyes begin to linger, she pulls me out of it by tapping the skin of her chest lightly, signaling for me to lay on top of her.

My lips pull into a small smile as I kneel on the bed, throwing one leg over her and straddling her waist. She smiles and I lean down, pressing my material covered chest against hers. She lifts up her arms and slowly wraps them around my neck, pulling my down closer to her lips.

"So, the rule . . . "

She whispers, a playful tone in her voice. I chuckle and drop my forehead down on hers, where are you going with this, Sara?

"Whats the rule?"

I ask. She takes in a deep breath and I feel her fingers begin to toy with the small strands of hair on the back of my neck.

"Well, when no one is around . . . and we are completely alone."

She says, stopping to see if she has my full attention. I let out a small 'Mhm', and she sighs.

"We can't wear clothes, ever."

She says, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I let out a small chuckle and lean down, placing my lips against hers in a short kiss.

"No clothes, huh?"

I mumble against her lips. She shakes her head gently, and pulls away; resting her head against the pillow.

"I never want you to cover up your body when we're in this room, Tegan."

She whispers. And in that moment, as her eyes stared straight into mine . . . I finally understood the meaning behind her rule. She was telling me that when we were together, alone; she wanted me to be completely bare in front of her.

"Then help me take off my clothes, so I can hold you while you fall asleep."