Tegan wrapped her legs around Sara's and grabbed at the arm around her throat. She could barely breath, and she knew she had to get out of Sara's grasp or she would lose the fight. As she tugged on Sara's arm, she used her legs to press Sara's knee backward. Sara hissed through her teeth, and her grip on Tegan's throat loosened. Tegan slipped out of her grip, and grabbed her wrist, trying to pull it behind Sara's back.
But Sara rolled with Tegan, wrapping her legs around Tegan's. They were facing each other with Sara on her back, but Sara was still in control. She slipped her leg between Tegan's, trying to roll her over. Tegan froze, Sara's thigh pressed firmly to her core. Either Sara didn't realize where her thigh was or she didn't care, because as she tried to roll Tegan onto her back she kept pressing her thigh against Tegan.
Tegan closed her eyes, trying not to focus on the heat forming between her thighs. She was supposed to be fighting, and Sara was making it difficult for her to focus. She grabbed at Sara's arms, but Sara was too quick. Before Tegan realized what was happening, Sara had Tegan's head caught between her arm and shoulder. Tegan tried to squirm free, but she couldn't. She turned her head, trying to slip away from Sara. But as soon as Tegan turned her face toward Sara's neck, she was caught up in the smell of Sara. It took every ounce of self-control Tegan possessed not to press her lips to Sara's neck and taste her skin.
Sara's leg was still pressed between Tegan's. Without warning, Sara rolled and Tegan was on her back. Sara's full weight was on Tegan, and Tegan couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips against Sara's leg. Tegan closed her eyes and bit her lip to hold back a moan. Her head still trapped against Sara's neck, and without thinking she bit her neck to keep herself quiet.
When Tegan bit her neck, Sara gasped in shock. She held onto Tegan tighter, trying to make her give up. Instead, she just put more pressure on the steadily growing heat between Tegan's legs. Tegan was losing control of herself. She pressed her hips harder against Sara's leg. The white undershirt that Sara had been wearing had come untucked, and Tegan's hands found the soft skin of her sides. She kissed Sara's neck, flicking her tongue against her sweaty skin. Sara moaned this time, and Tegan dragged her nails down her sides. The headlock Sara had put Tegan in had turned into Sara clutching Tegan to her.
Sara moved her leg against Tegan's core, and Tegan shuddered. She was closer to the edge then she liked to admit. But with Sara's body pressed against her and her skin under Tegan's hands and mouth, she couldn't help it. Tegan started to ride Sara's leg, her body begging for release.
Suddenly, Sara's grabbed Tegan by the back of her head, running her fingers through her hair pulling Tegan's mouth away from her neck. Then Sara's mouth was on Tegan's neck, nipping at her ear, running her tongue along Tegan's chiseled jaw, and kissing the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. Tegan groaned loudly, riding against Sara's leg.
Tegan closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, everything was dark. She froze, and looked around her. Sara was gone. Tegan sat up and looked around. She was in the barracks in her bunk. The sheets were thrown to the floor, and Tegan was covered in sweat.
Realization hit her. She had been dreaming. Sara had never touched her. She had never touched Sara. She guess that she must have moaned in her sleep loud enough to wake herself up. She had never had such a vivid dream, and she hoped that none of the other women she shared the room with had heard her.
Tegan knew why she had had the dream. She found out that evening that she had been chosen to fight Sara tomorrow. She would have to do it. She had done excellently in the ground fighting exercises all week, and she had been chosen.
As she lay in bed, she willed the heat between her legs to dissipate. She know she couldn't possibly get herself off with other people around. She was not quiet, and she knew it. She would just have to hope she would be able to sleep it off.
Her last thought before she final drifted back to sleep almost an hour later was that she hoped the real fight wouldn't turn out like the one she had dreamed.