Tegan loves Saturdays. It was her one day of the week to do anything she wanted that wasn't business related. Sometimes she'd go out to the bars with friends, leave with a hot girl for the night only to never see her again after but sometimes, and more often than not, she usually spent it around the house cleaning everything that had been neglected during the week.
She has already accomplished washing, drying, and folding all her laundry, and was now getting ready to clean her motorcycle, adding the soap to the water buckets in her driveway. Later, she had plans to go to the Museum of Vancouver with Sara. Aiden was originally supposed to go with them but one of his old buddies from high school was in town and today was the only day he could catch up with him. Unfortunate for him, fortunate for me, Tegan thought.
Ever since she told Sara they should forget about the kiss, she's regretted it. She knows Sara is into her, she can tell by the way Sara looks at her when they talk and the way she watches her when she thinks Tegan isn't paying attention. Tegan just really wants to sleep with Sara, to know if she's the same sweet, innocent girl she normally is or if a whole other side is unleashed. It also doesn't make Tegan any less horny that Sara is forbidden fruit, her future sister-in-law.
She wants to push her against the wall and ravish her. Or bend her over the couch and go at her from behind. Or to...
"Knock knock."
"Huh? Oh! Hey there," Tegan glances at her watch, shaking the lewd thoughts from her mind. "You're early."
"Yeah, sorry I didn't call. Do you want me to come back? It's just that Aiden already left and it's so nice outside I decided to go for a walk and I guess I just ended up in your neighborhood. You look busy, i'll just come back later." Ever since the incident Sara had become prone to excessive nervous rambling in front of Tegan.
"Nah, it's fine. You can make yourself useful and help me clean my bike though, yeah?"
"Sure!"
"Awesome. Here." Tegan tosses a soaking sponge at Sara. She gets to work right away, scrubbing and scrubbing. Tegan joins her and they talk about the current exhibits at the museum, and which ones they want to see most. When Tegan is satisfied that it is clean enough, she goes to get the hose.
"Do you, uh, need some help there?"
Sara stands back, watching amused. Tegan's been attempting to figure out the fancy new spray head she bought for the hose for minutes.
"No, no, I got it." Tegan answers, resorting to now just banging it against her hand angrily. "I mean it's a fucking hose, how hard can it be?"
"That's what she said." Sara sniggers, covering her mouth.
Tegan playfully rolls her eyes at the stupid, but still kind of funny, joke. She gives the hose one last whack and finally it works, spraying water out the end at full force. Aimed right at Sara. In seconds, Sara's upper body is completely soaked. They both burst out laughing at the same time.
Practically in tears, Sara realizes that she's the only one still laughing. She looks at Tegan donning a dazed expression with her mouth hanging open. She follows Tegan's gaze and blushes. Her white tank top is completely see through, clinging to her skin. The purple bra she wears underneath is completely visible as well as the top half of her breasts. Of course this would happen around Tegan. She is about to yell at Tegan to stop gawking at her but seeing her face again makes her stop. Tegan is looking at her in a way that she was sure Aiden never really had, like she was the sexiest thing she's ever laid her eyes on.
Animalistic urges take over Sara and she charges at Tegan, jumping on her. Limbs collide with limbs, lips find lips and Sara feels that feeling she's been craving for two weeks.
Tegan snaps out of her daze, gripping onto Sara's thighs, and Sara hooks her ankles together behind Tegan's back as Tegan carries her through the yard and into the house. Sara tangles her fingers through Tegan's hair, pushing her impossibly closer as their tongues explore each other's mouths.
They stumble through the living room, and up the stairs. Tegan stops every few steps to slam Sara into the wall and attack her neck. Sara bites her lip every time, trying to hold in the moans creeping up her throat.
They reach Tegan's bedroom, and Tegan forcefully kicks the door open, walking to her bed. She tosses Sara onto her unkempt bed, the mattress squeaking lightly to Sara's body bouncing on it.
"Clothes off. Now." Tegan demands, beginning to strip her own off.
Sara obeys. She peels the clingy, soaking tank top off her body and drops it off the side of the bed. She moves onto unbuttoning her jeans when an already naked Tegan grabs the bottom of each leg and whips them off for her. Sara doesn't even have time to check out Tegan's silky, muscular tattooed body before it's on top of her.
In a flash, Tegan's tongue was forcing it's way into Sara's mouth and her were fingers were inching under the waistband of Sara's underwear and quickly thrusting in and out of her dripping core. The next thing Sara knew she was screaming and coming like she never had before.
"Bet my brother couldn't get you to do that." Tegan pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth, sucking them clean. Her eyes instinctively shut and she moans over the taste. Holy crap, Sara thinks. She knew Aiden would never do something like that, he was much too conservative, and she wanted Tegan to take her again and again.
Tegan opens her eyes and grins down at Sara. She rolls off her body and lies next to Sara. Her hand finds Sara's lying limply at her side, and she intertwines their fingers. Sara finds small comfort in it, her conscience starting to nag at her as she slowly comes down from her high.
Sara isn't ready for the guilt to sink in. She lifts the hand that holds Tegan's and directs it over to her mound, letting it rest there. She turns her head to the side, and Tegan does the same. She pleads with only her eyes, begging for Tegan to touch her again, to make her mind become so overwhelmed with only ecstasy there's no room for any negative thoughts.
"As you wish," Tegan says with a sly smile. She rolls her body back onto Sara and gives her what she wants. Three more times.
Sara's to the point of exhaustion. Once her breathing is back to normal and her skin stops tingling with pleasure, she passes out.
A few hours later, she starts to wake up. She rolls to the right, thinking she's in her own bed with Aiden where she normally sleeps on the left. She doesn't roll very far before she tumbles right off the edge and lands with a loud thunk.
Tegan hears the disturbance from her bathroom and comes rushing out. She notices the bed is empty and half the sheets are gone. She pounces on the bed and peers over the edge, spotting a very confused Sara.
"Hey sleepyhead."
"Ehrm, hi." Sara blushes, trying to pull the dark red satin sheets she's tangled in up to cover her naked breasts.
"So I think I like the exhibits at the Museum of Sara better."
"Oh my god." Sara mutters in embarrassment, turning on her side and hiding her entire body under the blanket.
Tegan chuckles, getting off the bed. She pulls the sheet off of Sara's torso, grabbing her hands and pulling her up. The sheet falls off the rest of Sara's standing form and she tries to cover herself with her hands, nervous to be the only one so exposed.
"Don't be shy," Tegan says gently, placing Sara's arms at her sides. "You've got a bangin' bod," she kisses her cheek, "and great tits," she rubs the pads of her thumbs over Sara's nipples.
"This shouldn't be happening." Sara says solemnly, backing away from the touch, but she can't help but smile a little at Tegan's words. "I love your brother, Tegan. I should be with him right now, not you."
"Then why aren't you?" Tegan responds sharply. She knows Sara feels bad but it still stings to hear that she basically thinks what they did was a mistake. It might not have been the right thing to do, but Tegan doesn't regret it.
"I- I don't know. I don't know what this is that i'm feeling, okay?" Sara admits, looking around the room for any of her clothing. She finds her jeans and shimmies into them. "I just know I shouldn't be feeling it."
"You can't just ignore the chemistry that we have."
"Yes, I can." She picks up her still wet tank. She sighs, unraveling it. "And I will."
Tegan notices the state of Sara's top. She walks into her closet and finds a modest t-shirt for her. She walks back out and tosses it at Sara.
"Thanks." Sara slips it on and finds her sneakers, sitting on the floor and unlacing them.
"At least let me take you home." Tegan offers, remembering how much she worried waiting all night and finally knowing in the morning Sara made it home safely the last time something happened between them.
"Fine."
Sara's thankful that she's become semi-used to riding on the back of Tegan's bike. She no longer has to cling to Tegan's midsection the whole way and is fine just gripping her hands on her waist. The touch is still enough to make Sara silently cry on the way home, though.
When she pulls the helmet off and Tegan can see the dried streams on her face, Tegan realizes a little that this isn't just fun and games like it is for herself. But she was never good at handling emotional situations, which is explained why she was such a clown most of the time.
Sara hands Tegan her helmet back. Tegan takes it and grabs Sara's hand with one of her own.
"It's okay to be feeling what you are, Sara. I feel it too." Tegan hopes it's somewhere along the lines of the right thing to say. "See you Monday?"
"Maybe.. " Sara says pensively as she walks with slumped shoulders on the sidewalk, up the stairs, and into her apartment.