"So you're really going to marry him?" Tegan asks. She walks with Sara down a busy street in Vancouver lined with stores. Sara stops in front of a Bridal shop and looks down at the list she is carrying. She printed out all the names of the most reputable places and was hauling Tegan to each and every one. So far they had been to two of them with no luck. The employees weren't much help and nothing had caught Sara's eye.
"Yes, Tegan, I am." She replies, impatiently. She leans against the brick wall of the building, sighing. This was neither the time nor place to be having this discussion.
"Well what about us?" Tegan stands in front of Sara, hands shoved into her pockets. She absentmindedly kicks a rock at the wall. She didn't think all the wedding planning would start so soon. She needs more time to sort her conflicted feelings of letting Sara go or pleading with her to leave Aiden so she could have Sara to herself. She looks at Sara with sad, anxious eyes.
"Is there really even an 'us'?" Sara looks away from Tegan's large, peering eyes.
"It sure as hell feels like it. You spend more time with me than him." Tegan leans in closer to Sara, hissing under her breath. "And we have loads more sex. If it wasn't for that big rock on your finger, no one would even think you two were together."
"We're just having fun. You even called yourself a womanizer so you can just add my name to the long list you already have." Sara shoots back. She doesn't mean to sound so bitchy, but she doesn't appreciate Tegan rubbing the huge mistake she's made in her face. "Once Aiden and I are married, you and I are going to be family and we're going to act like it."
Tegan steps back, crossing her arms. She narrows her eyes and looks Sara up and down.
"Like you'll be able to keep your hands off me."
"Considering it's your hands that are usually all over me, I don't think i'll have a problem." Sara cocks her head, giving Tegan a devilish smile.
"Hey, I can't help it if you're such a bottom." Tegan smirks. She's glad to see Sara trying to hold back her own smile as she enters the door of the next shop on her list.
Tegan lazily runs her fingers down one of the overly elegant dresses on the rack, already bored. She doesn't understand why people would want to, and willingly, spend thousands of dollars on something so frivolous and that you only wear once.
"Excuse me miss, is there anything I can help you find?" An older saleswoman asks Tegan politely.
"Oh, uh, no." Tegan points to Sara flipping through dresses further down the aisle. "I'm with her."
Sara looks up and makes her way over, thankful this place actually has people doing their jobs. She stops next to Tegan and smiles at the lady. The lady looks between the two and smiles big.
"Well aren't you two darling! It's always nice to see couples like you out and proud!" She gushes.
"Oh we're-" Sara starts, about to correct the ladies mistake.
"We're very proud. I just can't wait to watch her walk down the aisle and into my arms in front of our family and friends." Tegan finishes, wrapping her arm around Sara's waist and pulling her in close. Sara shoots her a glare but Tegan flashes a wicked grin, and kisses her on the cheek.
"How sweet!" The lady gushes, placing her hand on her heart. "My name's Susan and i'd love to help you find the perfect dress." She pulls out a small pad of paper and pen from her pocket. "And your names are?"
"Sara."
"Tegan."
"Lovely. Do you have any specific ideas for what you're looking for?"
Sara sighs, going along with Tegan's prank, but promises herself she'll get revenge later.
"Something traditional. White, strapless, a longer train. Nothing too poofy."
Susan nods, writing everything down. "You're agreed this is what you both want?" She asks.
"Yes." Sara says quickly and sternly.
"Actually," Tegan butts in, "I was thinking something more form fitting and silky. She never shows off her sexy little frame and I want everyone to know just what's mine." Her hand slinks down to Sara's bum, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Okay..." Susan nods again, writing more. "Well, Sara if you'll just come with me i'll take your measurements and bring out some dresses for you to try on, okay?"
"Thanks." Her and Tegan say in unison as she is dragged off to a fitting room. Tegan sits in a chair while she waits impatiently for Sara and Susan. A few minutes later Susan calls her back and she steps into the dressing room. Sara stands on a small platform in front of a three panel mirror, trying to figure out Tegan's expression.
"Woah." Tegan mutters, checking the dress out. It's got a lot of ruffles and beading, and does not accentuate Sara's figure at all.
"What do you think?" Sara asks, swaying slowly.
"It's, uhm, different. I don't really think that it fits your personality though."
Sara nods, agreeing. Tegan is ushered back out and Sara is stripped down and put into another dress.
"This one fits more of the style that you were looking for, Tegan." Susan says, letting Tegan back in.
Tegan grins, stepping onto the platform behind Sara. The dress has spaghetti straps with a very low cut back and front, hugging Sara's curves in all the right places.
"This, this I like." Tegan says, running her hands down the smooth, silky fabric and awing at Sara in the mirror. "Your boobs look fantastic."
"Nope. This one won't work either." Sara tells Susan, pushing Tegan out of the dressing room. Tegan laughs, stumbling out. Sara slips her arms through the straps, looking to Susan. "I'm sorry. She has no self control whatsoever."
"Oh, sweetie, don't be." Susan shakes her head, waving it off. "I can tell she really loves you, no need to apologize for that."
Sara grimaces, facing away from Susan, letting the dress fall to the ground. That was something she didn't want or need to hear. Not because she didn't reciprocate the feelings, but it just made life all the more hard.
She steps into the third dress, holding it up as Susan laces up the corset back. She opens the door, and Tegan steps back in.
"Wow." Tegan gawks. "Sara, this is beautiful. You are beautiful." She takes Sara's hand and lifts it, twirling a finger with her other hand, motioning for Sara to spin around. The skirt billows out lightly as Sara turns, falling back around her legs as she stops. Tegan looks Sara in the eye. "I think this is the one."
"Yeah?" Sara blushes, looking down at the ruched fabric, running her hands over it. It does look great, and it makes her feel beautiful. But would Aiden like it? She forgets who it is she is trying to please sometimes.
"Yup. Unless you wanna slip that other one back on real quick. Or i'm sure there are others like it, shorter.. tighter.." She hums. "Just to make sure, of course." She turns towards Susan, who nods understandingly.
"I can go find a few more in back or I can get you some veils to try on as well if you want to see how those would look." Susan offers.
"Aren't those for virgins?" Tegan blurts out, letting out a loud laugh. Sara elbows her roughly in the stomach and she doubles over. "Ow.."
"Is there anything else you'd like to try on?" Susan smiles warmly, watching the two interact with each other.
"No, I think we're done for the day. Thank you." Sara says, then turns to Tegan. "And you. You better tread lightly.. " She pokes Tegan in the chest, giving her the evil eye. Tegan puts her hands up in surrender, slowly backing out through the door.
Sara gets changed back into her clothes, telling Susan she's not quite ready to put the down payment on it, but she'll probably be back soon and thanks her. Tegan also thanks her, still rubbing her stomach and Susan gives her a sympathetic smile as they walk out the door.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Sara hisses, whacking Tegan on the shoulder while they walk down the sidewalk.
"Ow! Stop it! I was just having fun! That lady told ate us up!" Tegan argues. She holds her arms up protectively over her face, preparing to be hit again.
"That wasn't you having fun, that was you getting your rocks off on checking me out in those dresses!"
"Exactly, just having fun. It would have been no different than if Aiden was with you anyway."
"Excuse me?" Sara scoffs. "Aiden is a gentleman."
"Hah! Don't make me laugh. He's just as bad as I am, only I don't go around hiding it."
"Maybe you should."
"Oh c'mon, don't be like that." Tegan forces Sara into the nearest alleyway, trapping her between the wall. "You love it when I objectify you, when i'm rough and don't sugarcoat things, don't you?" She whispers in Sara's ear, their cheeks barely brushing against each others.
Sara whimpers, and swallows loudly. She presses her legs together, trying to keep the too familiar feeling she gets whenever Tegan is around at bay.
"You're dying to have me fuck you right here in public, aren't you?"
"N-no." Sara stutters, looking down. Her breath is rapidly gaining speed.
"Good," Tegan smirks, backing away. "Because I have more class than that." She snatches the list from Sara's grasp and walks out of the alley, shaking her head and laughing as she goes.