Kara tightens her arms around his waist, feeling the wind in her hair. It was something she was used to, but this time it was different. She wasn't soaring among the clouds, but straddling the back of a motorcycle on the open road. She leans against him resting her head on the back of his jacket, while her thighs gripped his sides.
They had been on the road for a week. No maps, no plans, just moving from one place to another- the two of them. She almost didn't leave word with anyone that she was going, but he didn't think it was right to worry Clark like that. Clark didn't need to know details just that she would check in from time to time and that she was safe. She would call from whatever hotel they landed in every other night. Always timing her calls with some great emergency on the news - to keep the questions to a minimum if he answered or to leave a simple check in message. It wasn't that she was doing anything wrong or even hiding anything - she had just wanted this time to be about them. The past several weeks had been a wave of emotions and they had managed to come out the other side - together.
He pulls off the freeway and into a little roadside gas station, the kind where the old timers sat in front and gossiped about the folks that drove pass. It reminded her of Kansas. As he pulls up to the pump, Kara pulls off her helmet loosening her hold on him. Kara pushes her sunglasses up into her hair and slips off the bike. She stretches a little as she reaches up and unzips her leather jacket.
"Super Skirt you're gonna give the old guys a heart attack there looking like that," Guy says as he looks over at her standing there in her short jean skirt and cropped white tank top. Her feet clad in black engineer boots. She smirks at him and moves in as he leans against the stationary bike.
Guy "Fuckin'" Gardner grinned at the blonde hero. "Though you said it would be a good way to die," she says back as she steps in and kisses him softly as she ruffles his hair.
The pair had left in the middle of the night, with little but themselves to warm each other. It was enough. They had slipped away, hoping to blend in, leaving behind capes and rings - well not rings exactly; those hung from Guy's neck on the chain that had lain on the barroom floor just nights ago.
But the couple - this couple did little blending. Guy's hard as nails attitude- he couldn't resist a good fight and never met a last word he didn't like-meant that stops at roadside bars houses often ended in some kind of altercation. Then there was Kara - who drew attention wherever they went even without her family crest across her chest. Guy knew all too well that she didn't need rescuing - far from it. Still it didn't stop him from teaching the overly confident punks who attempted to dance with her at the jukebox or corner her on the way to the bathroom a few manners. She let him, standing back with her thumbs looped into the belt loops of her shorts or skirt with a little smirk on her face. He'd kiss it away when he was done as his reward before they threw cash on the bar and apologized to the barkeep.
Kara pulls away from him and lets her finger draw down his cheek tapping him on the chin. "Want anything?" She asks with a smile. The grin on his lips says it all and she punches him softly in the shoulder. "I meant inside." She tells him.
"Well - if you think that wouldn't be rude," he chuckles glancing over at the station. She punches him again and he grabs his arm this time rubbing the spot. "Nah- I'm good." He tells her as she steps around the cycle. "Stay out of trouble," he reminds her only half joking.
Kara waves her hand at him, "yeah, yeah - you should try that!" She giggles as she steps up on the old porch. She glances at the two old geezers on the end and smiles saluting them with a wink. "Howdy!" They aren't necessarily in cowboy territory, but she thought the greeting suited the miles of dust covered road they had traveled.
She opens the door and it creaks for ages before the little bell overhead rings. Behind the counter is a young guy. The kid is staring at an old television that has seen better days. Kara smiles and gives him a little wave as he glances her way falling off the stool he sat on. She wanders to the cooler and grabs two bottles of water. She'll make Guy drink one if only to hydrate him for their stop tonight, she thinks.
As she walks back to the counter she looks outside and sees Guy hanging up the pump nozzle. She looks up at the counter jockey. "These," she says putting the waters down before she grabs a pack of grape bubble gum, "this and whatever is on the pump." He gets to his feet and starts to ring her up while he stares at her.
The television has one of those horrible sensational talk shows where half the guests are not only related but married. Kara crinkles her nose at it as she looks on, opening the pack of gum. Suddenly the feed is interrupted by local breaking news. The anchor is reporting a developing story. Kara hands over the cash in her pocket to the kid as she watches. There was an explosion at a local power plant. She puts a piece of gum in her mouth and reaches out blindly for her change. Shoving it in her pocket she grabs her stuff to head for the bike. "Hey - is that far from here?" She turns back to ask the kid.
Kara walks towards him and he can see the look on her face. "Oh - that's not good." He mutters taking the water from her. "Did he give you trouble?" He asks unzipping his jacket.
Kara puts her hand up and places it on his chest. "No- the news is reporting an explosion at a nearby power plant." She bites her bottom lip and he thinks he would rather be doing that right now than what she is about to ask.
Guy looks at his blonde companion and chuckles, "you're not exactly dressed for the occasion beautiful." He tells her putting a finger through her belt loop.
A small blush and lopsided smiles slips over her face, "yeah, but it's in my pack." She says shyly to him, "you never know."
He leans down and puts his lips to her forehead, "yeah- you never do." After the tender kiss he reaches down and around, grabbing her ass. "Let's see that skirt!" He tells her as he kisses her lips with a soft growl. She giggles kissing him back - he can taste the grape bubblegum and it makes him smile.
