Tegan leans on the hotel balcony, staring into the room. The buzz from the multiple Jack and Cokes mixed with the nicotine from her cigarette had her feeling good. Watching a drunk Sara sit on the edge of the bed struggling to get her shoes off is certainly helping to improve her mood as well.
Sara kept tugging and tugging, but the shoe wouldn't budge, probably because she forgot to untie it. Tegan laughs, seeing Sara's problem, but she doesn't say anything. She is too amused by the Sara that was unleashed when she had some alcohol in her. Talkative, touchy, and a little ditzy. But when Sara tugs too hard and flings herself off the bed and onto the ground, Tegan figures it is time she step in and help. She drops her cigarette butt to the ground and snuffs it out.
"Sara, hey, Sara!" Tegan shakes her shoulders. She doesn't know if Sara knocked herself out, or just fell asleep.
"Hm?" Sara mumbles, slowly opening her eyes. She focuses in on Tegan and smiles. "Oh, hi Tegan."
"You are so drunk."
"No, you're drunk!" Sara argues, poking Tegan in the chest. Her head rolls to her side and she shuts her eyes. Tegan gives her shoulders another shake. Sara opens her eyes again and smiles lazily at Tegan. She reaches her hands up, touching Tegan's face all over, "You are so pretty." She wraps her arms around Tegan's neck and hugs her into her chest. "So pretty."
"So drunk." Tegan chuckles, pulling herself away. She reaches down and pushes Sara's sweaty hair out of her face.
"Hey Tegan? Why are we on the floor?" Sara asks, looking around the room confused.
"Because you fell off the bed. Don't you remember?"
Tegan tries recalling just how much Sara had to drink, she didn't think it was that much but Sara was wasted. It'll be a miracle if she wakes up without a killer hangover in the morning. Aiden would probably kill Tegan if he saw what she let happen to Sara.
"No.."
Tegan sighs and she lifts Sara's leg up and points to her still tied shoe. "You were trying to take off your shoe and fell off." Tegan unties it for her and pulls it off, setting it next to it's partner. "There, problem solved. Now let's get you back on the bed."
"Okay, carry me." Sara insists, curling into a ball. Tegan scoops her tiny frame up and carries her to the side of the bed, "God, you're like a baby." She gently puts her down and sits next to her.
"Except I don't puke on myself or poop my pants." Sara informs Tegan, sitting up.
"Well let's hope you don't get to that point."
They rest their backs against the headboard, knocking their knees off each other. Sara lays her head down on Tegan's shoulder, finding and wrapping her fingers around Tegan's.
"Hey Tegan? Do you like secrets?" Sara whispers in Tegan's ear.
"I love secrets." Tegan replies, curious to know where Sara's going to go with this.
"Well I have one. Do you want to hear it?"
"Mm, do I ever."
"Promise not to tell anyone?" Sara lets go of Tegan's hand and holds her's up, sticking her pinky out.
"Promise." Tegan hooks her own pinky around Sara's in an unbreakable promise.
"Okay well, I think I love you." Sara giggles, planting kisses along her neck.
"...what did you just say?" Tegan asks nervously, pulling away. She knows what she thinks she heard, but there was no way. No fucking way.
"I said I think I love you, silly." Sara answers with uncertainty. Why did Tegan have the scared look on her face? She lets go of Tegan's hands and folds her own together in her lap.
"No, Sara. No, no, no. You love Aiden. Your fiancé."
Tegan's mind is spinning. How could this be happening? Sure, she liked Sara, really liked her but they had only known each other like a month! They were just having fun, fooling around.. ...Right? And then there was the issue of Aiden. Was Tegan really selfish enough to break her own brother's heart in order to satisfy her own desires with a girl who considered herself to be straight and would probably ultimately leave her? It upset her that the answer was that yes, she would, and was probably going to.
"I know, and I do love Aiden." Sara murmurs. "But you're.. you're.. " she struggles to find the words.
"...great in bed? Honey, that's called lust, not love."
"Okay, yeah, you're great in bed, really great actually but it's more than that. You're cool, funny, talented, confident, strong, and you don't treat me like i'm a little kid. You're just.. Tegan." Sara stares at the wall while she speaks, all of a sudden interested in the painting on the wall. "And I think I love that; Tegan."
"You can't love and have us both, Sara. It doesn't work like that." Tegan says seriously, never intending for things to go this far. "You're engaged. You're going to marry Aiden."
"I want to marry you both." Sara straddles Tegan's legs. Tegan's not responding how she pictured it in her drunken mind, and she needs Tegan to stop being so pensive. "Why don't you want to marry me, Tegan? Don't you want me?" Sara slurs, lifting her t-shirt up over her head and dropping it off the end of the bed.
"Fuck..." Tegan moans, looking away and biting her lip. Her fingers clench and unclench, aching to touch that smooth skin. She tries to listen to her brain telling her No, Tegan! This isn't right. You had your fun, now stop before you ruin this girl's and your brother's lives. But everything else is screaming Are you stupid? This gorgeous girl has literally landed in your lap, giving herself to you and you're just going to sit there and not touch her? Pussy!
Well, Tegan always had a problem with listening to her brain. She glances back over at Sara. In the time she was battling with her thoughts, Sara managed to unhook her bra and slip that off as well. It takes only a fraction of a second for Tegan to decide what to do with the topless girl sitting in her lap.
"Fuck it." Tegan says, flipping Sara roughly onto her back.
...
Sara watches Tegan sit up and swing her legs off the side of the bed, the satin sheet falling off her slim, inked body. She lifts her arms high in the air, stretching the sleep out of her limbs. The skin pulled taut against the delicate skin of her ribs and Sara so desperately wants to run her fingers along it. She wants to touch every last inch of skin on Tegan's body, to feel and memorize it. Her fingers instinctively crawl across the sheets, making their way to the base of her spine. They stop abruptly when their target stands up and walks to the bathroom. Sara's arm resumes its place over her stomach as she watches Tegan scratch the back of her head and her curvy hips sway naturally. It excites Sara that Tegan could seem to have such the mind of a man at times, but the most womanly figure.
Sara hears the toilet flush, and sink start to run. Quickly rolling over, she pretends to be asleep as Tegan crawls back onto the bed. Tegan props herself up on one elbow and scoots in close behind Sara. She lightly scratches up Sara's arm and kisses from her shoulder to her ear.
"Sara, wake up." She gently hums in her ear.
It was an alarm clock Sara decided she could wake up to every morning, even if she didn't happen to sleeping right now. She stifles a giggle from the tickling on her arm and rolls to face Tegan, smiling.
"Hey you."
"You were awake." Tegan says, playfully pushing Sara away for tricking her. "How're you feeling?"
"Fine. My bum hurts a little and I don't remember much, but other than that okay. Why?"
"You just got really drunk. What do you remember?" Tegan asks in hope that Sara forgot the whole 'I love you' conversation. She would thank her lucky stars if she didn't have to talk about it now, and she could just carry the burden of Sara's feelings on her own and wait to deal with them when, or if Sara ever confronted her again.
"You dragging me to like six bars, obnoxious karaoke, body shots, and falling off the bed or something? I didn't do anything ridiculously embarrassing did I?"
Tegan laughs, remembering how Sara absolutely insisted on the shots. Watching Sara lick and suck the alcohol off her stomach as she laid on the bar led to a few heated minutes in the bathroom before moving onto the next bar.
"Well i'm sure the karaoke is something neither of us want to relive." Tegan says. "And unless you call taking your shirt and bra off and essentially demanding that I fuck you embarrassing, not really, no. I can't believe you don't have a hangover."
"Well that would explain why we're both naked. Man, this has got to stop happening before things get out of control." Sara mutters.
"I think that ship's already sailed." Tegan mumbles, mostly to herself. She was pretty sure the ship was never even docked.
"Huh?" Sara asks. Was there something Tegan wasn't telling her?
"Nothing. Now do you wanna lay in this bed all day or go cream your panties over some nerdy comic tattoos?"