Hurried strides. A hand creeping up her shirt. A hushed whisper, "We can't do this here."

Her twin replies like the smart mouth she is. "Well then hurry up and open the damn door, Tegan." Her hand is still up Tegan's shirt and her mouth is ghosting over Tegan's neck, and hey, just f.y.i., that's more than a little distracting. Finally, on the fifth try, the older twin's shaking fingers finally managed to stick the card in the slot and hold it in place until the light turns green and the lock clicks.

As soon as they're inside the room, Tegan finds herself being slammed against a wall, her mind faintly registering the sound of Sara kicking the door shut as her twin's lips descend onto hers. It's a mess of biting teeth and clashing tongues, and Tegan thinks that this isn't a kiss, more like a fucking battle, and damn if she isn't losing. She finally gives in, slumping back against the ugly wallpaper and letting Sara do whatever the hell she wants.

It's a few more minutes before they finally break apart for some much needed air, panting, faces flushed, glaring daggers at each other. And that's when Tegan hears someone pounding on the door, and Rob yelling that Emi is down in the lobby waiting for Sara and what the hell is taking them so long.

And as she watches her sibling give her quick peck on the lips and leave the room without so much as a backward glance, Tegan can't help but feel vaguely used.