"Are you sure you have everything?" Aiden questions Sara. The two stand in the warm morning air outside their apartment.
"Yes, honey. I'll only be gone two nights, I don't need to pack heavily." Sara watches impatiently down the road, waiting to spot Tegan coming.
"I know, I know. I just don't want you to forget your passport or something."
"Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I don't forget things. Oh! She's coming!" Sara squeals excitedly.
"You really like her, don't you?" Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around her.
"She's pretty cool." Sara answers casually, reminding herself that she needs to tone it down. "She says there's gonna be a lot of comic based tattoos to see. Isn't that cool?"
"So cool." He laughs.
Tegan pulls up to the curb and hops off her bike. "Good morning!" she greets the two. She opens the small, packed carrier of her bike and pulls out a large, crinkled paper bag. "Here, I got you something." She hands it to Sara.
Sara looks at Tegan quizzically and unrolls the top and pulls out a new, shiny black helmet with purple accents. She also pulls out a purple leather jacket. "Wow. Thanks Tegan!" She exclaims, putting her arms through each sleeve and zipping it up.
"Well, you can't be riding on the highway without a jacket and you ride on my bike enough, you should have your own gear."
"Trying to steal my woman by showering her with gifts, eh?" Aiden jokes, fitting the helmet onto Sara's head. He lifts the plastic protective screen up and kisses Sara on the nose. "Cutie."
"Oh brother, my amazing good looks and skills in bed are what will knock her off her feet." Tegan shoots back. Aiden laughs, not realizing just how right she is. "Well we should probably head out. Be gross and say your good-byes."
Aiden and Sara share a hug, kiss, and "I love you's" before Sara hoists her backpack onto her shoulders. She sits behind Tegan, resting her hands on her own knees until they turn onto another street. She then creeps her hands up under Tegan's jacket and shirt, hugging her around the waist as they head south towards the border.
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"Just one bed?" Sara asks as they walk into their hotel room. She drops her bag and helmet on the dresser, moving to sit on the bed to take her shoes off.
"I can't very well fuck you if we're not in the same one." Tegan grabs Sara's shoes and pulls them off for her. She grips Sara's waist, pushing her further onto the bed and on her back.
"What if I don't want you to?" Sara smiles slyly up at Tegan.
"Oh sweetie, no one can or wants to say no to me." Tegan pins Sara's arms above her head. She runs her tongue up Sara's taut neck and bites her chin. She bites her way up her jawline and flicks her tongue over her earlobe, breathing heavily in her ear. Sara lets out a shaky breath, with a small whine accompanying it.
"I'm not really that noisy, am I?" Sara asks, pulling Tegan's head away from her neck. She hasn't been able to stop thinking about that comment since it was said, and now all she can hear is every noise she makes.
"Here, let me do an impression of you." Tegan grins wickedly. She grabs ahold of the headboard and starts rocking back and forth obnoxiously. The wood bangs against the wall loudly, the picture frames clattering with each clunk. She opens her mouth and starts yelling, "Oooh! Yeah! Faster! Fuck me harder, baby! Ah! OHH!"
"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" An angry man yells and pounds on the opposite of the wall. Tegan bursts out laughing, falling back onto her elbows above Sara, who hides her face in her hands, mortified.
"You are evil! I do not sound like that."
"No? Give me 15 minutes and you will."
Sara rolls her eyes, but lets Tegan undress her anyway. They make out for what feels like hours when Tegan finally lets her hips meet Sara's.
"Mmph! Wh-what is that?" Sara squirms. Something in Tegan's pants is pressing hard into her hip bone. She knows what it feels like, but it isn't something she should be feeling from Tegan.
"Oh, that's just my raging boner for you." Tegan mumbles, nipping at Sara's prominent collar bone.
"What?" Sara asks, wide-eyed.
Tegan sits back on her haunches, gesturing to the front of her jeans. Sara sits up and unbuttons them, tugging them along with Tegan's boy shorts down to her mid thigh. The fake, blue cock that Tegan's been strapping all day bobs out and points right at Sara.
"Oh." Sara stares at the dildo in front of her. She trails a finger over one of the fake veins that pops out. If it weren't for the blue color, it would be extremely accurate to what the real thing looks like.
"Don't look at it with that dumb face. You know what to do with it." Tegan swings her hips and the cock slowly sways back and forth. They both giggle.
"There's no way you can feel it!" She gives it a few questionable strokes.
"Not much, no. But it's hot as fuck to watch, and good news for you; this one won't shoot you in the eye!"
"You are terrible!"
"C'mon. Suck my smurf dick."
"Lay down then, please." Sara instructs. She's nervous but she figures if she just goes through her usual routine, Tegan won't want to kick her out of the bed. Tegan obeys, well, mostly and leans up on her elbows so she can watch.
Sara pushes Tegan's shirt up and over body. She hesitates, unsure if she should also take her sports bra off as well. Tegan notices, guiding Sara's hands down to her jeans, motioning for her to just take those off.
Sara hovers over Tegan's near nude body, gently stroking the phallus with one hand. She places light, shy kisses down Tegan's neck to her stomach. Kneeling between Tegan's legs, she bends down, her bum sticking up in the air. She holds the base of the cock still with one hand, and slowly licks from the bottom to the top, never breaking eye contact with Tegan. She takes the tip in her mouth, sucking on it, while twisting her hands in the opposite direction. Tegan holds Sara's head still as she starts to gently rock her hips upwards, the cock going deeper into Sara's mouth with each thrust. The feeling of the base of the strap-on hitting Tegan's clit on each upward movement mixed with the sight of Sara being anything but innocent for once is sending her closer and closer to the edge by the second. Sara braces her hands on either side of Tegan's hips and just lets her fuck her mouth. It only takes a few more thrusts before Tegan's hips stop in midair as pleasure explodes through her body.
"Fuckin' pro." Tegan mumbles between breaths, letting her hips fall back to the bed, and watching the trails of saliva connect from her cock to Sara's lips.
"Never underestimate the power of the blow job." Sara says quietly, laying down next to Tegan. Tegan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and amusement. It's the first, albeit mildly, inappropriate thing she's heard Sara say and any desire she had to take time to calm down flies out the window. She lifts Sara's legs up, keeping them together, and holds them against her front. She aligns the cock with Sara and plunges right in. She plants light kisses over Sara's feet and ankles as she rams into her. Sara grips the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white as she lets out a deep, guttural moan. It doesn't feel quite like the real thing, but Tegan certainly knows how to work it. She's not sure if it's from the foreplay or Tegan's justthat good, but she knows she won't have to help her along and she'll come soon.
Seconds later her back arches, and she cries out, panting. Tegan slows her pace before slipping out altogether, grinning at Sara. She hops off the bed and starts undoing to straps of her harness, and Sara snuggles into the sheets.
"Don't even think about falling asleep." Tegan smacks Sara's thigh. She walks to the end of the bed, searching for her shirt. "I told you i'd show you the city, now get up!" Sara sits up, grumbling. Tegan tosses her underwear at her and she lazily gets dressed.
Once they have their shoes and coats on, they head out the door. Sara's shutting it when Tegan whispers, "Oh, shit," staring at the large, muscular man exiting the room next door. It was the man that had yelled at them through the wall. He could crush them with the flick of his fingers. Sara follows Tegan's gaze and hurriedly shuts the door, a little too loudly, and the man turns to look at them.
"Go go go!" Sara whispers harshly, pushing Tegan towards the stairwell as the man's face turns angry. They both run down the hall, laughing, and through the door to the stairs. Tegan leans against the wall, catching her breath.
"This is the best weekend ever." Sara smiles, sandwiching Tegan between the wall and herself, kissing her fervently.