Warning: There is a scene towards the end that is pretty... intimate. There's no sex in this chapter, but it is referenced.
(This is what happens when I read too much smut!)
CHAPTER 6
Tegan's P.O.V.
"Tegan! Tegan, wake uuuupp!" someone was jumping on the bed, narrowly missing my curled up legs on the small space. I squinted open my crusty feeling eyes, and tried to avoid Sara's warpath. Unfortunately, that meant rolling onto the floor, taking half the blankets with me.
"What the hell, Sara!" I yelled, struggling to my feet, clinging the blankets to my exposed body. I couldn't help but notice Sara was also scantly clad, wearing nothing but panties and a thin wife-beater. I hastily looked to away to hide my suddenly red face as I recalled the night before. Sara never failed to keep her promises...
"It's Christmas!" She yelled, and jumped off of the bed and over to the pile of jeans I had been to lazy to hang up and fished out a pair to slip on.
"Jesus Christ, it's seven in the morning! I was planning on sleeping another three hours at least." Sara skipped over to me, pecking me lightly on the lips.
"I know you had a long night." she said in a suddenly low voice. "I'm going to go take a shower, seeing as I didn't get one last night. I'll meet you upstairs. Behave so I won't have to punish you again tonight." Oh God. I watched her shimmy into the bathroom as I stood frozen, catching my breath. The water creaked on, and I started to pace the room frantically. Today was the day, and nervous sweat started popping out on my palms. I got dressed, and then remembered the actual surprise after I had already started up the stairs. I'd been so worked up over the delivery, the actual item I'd agonized over for months had slipped my mind.
Calm down Teegs. Deep breath now. You can do this.
I thought as I slipped the small package back into my pocket. In the living room, I saw Sara's mom and aunt were already seated and waiting, sipping coffee (I guess some things run in families), and glancing eagerly at the pile of presents that had suddenly appeared under the fragrant tree.
"Morning Sa-...umm, Tegan." Said Sara's Mom, looking over her steaming cup with a shaky smile, averting my gaze.
"Morning Mrs. Quin; Julie. Sara's in the shower."
"Sorry, sorry. Your... haircuts are just very similar." I didn't even hear her, my heart was beating so fast. I calculated in my head the time left before Sara emerged to dive into her presents, and I guessed it was just a few minutes. Sara never took her time in the shower (when she was alone at least), and when she was exited enough to jump all over the bed like a five year old, odd were we'd probably hear her thumping footsteps all too soon.
"Ok. I... um. I have a surprise for Sara. I was going to tell you yesterday, but honestly, I thought I'd have more time this morning to explain..."
"Tegan, wait. Julie already told me all about it." they both exchanged knowing smiles. I gave a small sigh of relief, a fraction of my anxiety alleviated.
"I just can't wait to see the look on her face when you give it to her." said Julie, grinning ear to ear.
"Can we... see it?" asked Mrs. Quin. I nodded curtly, eyeing the basement door nervously as I showed them the special item. Julie and Sara's mom gasped, then smiled exitedly.
Sara burst through her door just as I stowed it back in its small box. My hand flew behind my back, and I thought my knees would collapse from their stubborn shaking. Sara plopped down on the overstuffed chair and swung her legs impatiently, looking up at me expectedly.
"Tegan, why are you still standing? Are you getting presents? Ooo, get Mom's first it's a good one!" I stood, not moving, looking down at Sara's beautiful face. This was the perfect moment, but I couldn't move. The words I had planned to say slipped from my mind much easier than I had willed them to stay there. Julie nudged my arm inconspicuously. I dropped down in front of Sara, staring up at her confused expression.
"Tee, what are you-" I put my hand on her knee lightly, took it off, then put it on again and retracted my other hand, presenting her with the item I had agonized over for months. Sara's eyes went wide as I opened the box.
"Sara...You know I love you- more than anything."
"Oh my god. Tegan...I-"
"Sara, will you marry me?"
Sara's P.O.V.
"Yes!" I cried immediately, presenting the appropriate finger for her to slip the beautiful gold ring on. My smile threatened to break free of my face it was so big as I saw that it fit me perfectly. She fished in her pocket and withdrew a similar ring and placed it on her own finger, intertwining her hands in mine. It was perfect-she was absolutely perfect. I just wish everything could be- I had to tell her about my discovery yesterday- I had to be completely honest with her from this point on.
"Well... I think we'll go get breakfast ready. Then we can eat and open some presents." Said Julie, to my relief and trailed my mother by the hand into the kitchen. I stifled a laugh as I pictured them gossiping like school girls as soon as the kitchen door swung shut. I looked down at a dazed looking Tegan.
"Umm... Tegan. You can get up now."
"Oh... right." she laughed and sat on the couch, still holding me hand in hers.
"I have something to tell you..."
"Oh God. You changed your mind already."
"No, silly! I overheard Julie and mom in the kitchen yesterday. They said... they said something about me having a sister."
"Oh no. Oh shit. You haven't mentioned this to anyone else have you?"
"Umm... no? Why?"
"Honestly... your aunt told me last night while you were talking to your mom upstairs."
"But...! What the-"
"I promised... I swore not to say anything to you. I didn't want to ruin things between you and your mom."
"I-I understand you swore. I'm just a little shaken. I-It's been a big morning." I gave a jittery giggle.
"Let's just keep the fact that you know between us, ok."
"Ok... but... But Tegan I want to m-meet her."
"Meet who? Your sister?"
"Yeah." I confirmed. Tegan rubbed my hand reassuringly.
"We'll find a way, Sara. You'll meet her one day..."
Tegan's P.O.V.
"Well, I'd better go check on the pie." Said Sara's mom, picking up the plate of snack fruit and heading for the kitchen.
"Wait." I cried, getting up and walking after her. "Let me help you."
"Umm... Thank you, Tegan."
"Oh, yeah. I'll go with you." said Sara.
"No, no. Why don't you tell your grandpa about the big news?"
"Well.. I-"
"What big news?" came the wizened but friendly voice of Sara's grandfather. I managed to make it the rest of the way to the kitchen, the exited voices fading behind me. Sighing a breath of relief, I let the kitchen door swing completely shut behind me.
"Help me check on the pie? Really?" said Sara's mom, leaning against the counter smiling knowingly.
"You're right. I did kind of have an ulterior motive."
"Well?"
"Mrs. Quin, I... I want you to do the DNA test."
"What? No! I thought that was all behind us."
"It isn't though, is it?" I started. "I can see it in your eyes every time you see Sara and me together. I want you to know I'm serious about this... about Sara. I want to be a real part of this family... and that's something I've never really had before."
"Oh, Tegan." Sara's Mom gathered me up in her arms, squeezing me in a hug a lot more comforting than the one from the previous day.
"And Sara said you weren't mature..."
"She said what?"
"Oh, umm never mind, dear. The point is- you don't have to prove anything to me... or anyone else in our family. Sara loves you. That's enough for us to accept you in our family."
"But still... take these. Please." I presented her with the samples in plastic bags I'd collected from Sara's oblivious head and my own. I'd written our names on each bag in sharpie so they wouldn't be confused in the lab.
"When did you get this?"
"Umm... Sara was... distracted."
"Oh. I see. I'll do the test. But you shouldn't worry about you two looking alike."
"You know- we didn't even realize we did until other people pointed it out..."
"I guess both of you are far more focused on what's inside."
"We are. Thank you for talking to me." I said smiling. Sara's mom nodded, and placed the two samples delicately in her apron pocket, patting my shoulder assuringly as we headed back into the living room.
"Tegan! Could you come help me in here!"
"I'll, umm be right back Mrs. Quin." I said, and headed down the hall towards the sound of Sara's call. I saw it was coming from the bathroom, and I paused to knock.
"Did you fall in or something?" I said quietly- but I knew she could hear me because her muffled snicker echoed off of the bathroom walls and through the door.
"No. Get in here." Sara said, and quickly half- opened the door, dragging me through roughly by my collar and pinning me against the door.
"Umm... Sara. W-what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" she growled in my ear, her chilly hands traveling up my shirt to squeeze me intimately through my bra. She pushed a firm thigh between my legs, her lips trailing along my exposed neck.
"Sara!" I screamed in a whisper. She didn't respond, her fingers fiddling with my jean button. "Sara! Stop!" I pried her hands from my jeans just as she pried open the button, though the ache between my legs and both of our ragged breathing was making it hard to think.
"What? What's the matter."
"Sara. We are not going to do this here."
"But, Teeeeee!" she whined. "I want you..."
"You just had me last night. Why are you such a nympho?"
"It's not my fault you're so hot."
"Well you're going to have to wait."
"How long? Until tonight?"
"Nope. I'm not spending another night worrying about your mother hearing us."
"Then... when we get home." I grabbed a fistful of her shirt and spun her around to press her against the door.
"Wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors. They've already complained twice. Remember how they thought I was hurting you, you screamed so loud?"
"And I couldn't walk straight for days. Oh, God, Tee. I remember. You're not going to make me wait that long, are you?"
"I don't know. Where's our honeymoon going to be?" I whispered lowly in Sara's ear, eliciting a small whimper. I suddenly pulled away and exited the bathroom, leaving her in a daze. I tried to calm myself down and control my bright red face before I re-entered the living room. Despite my confidence and control I had just projected with Sara, I knew it would be a long wait for me as well. A very, very long wait.