DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. Just a reminder: the Supergirl in this story is not Kara Zor-El, but the post-Crisis Matrix with an altered backstory. For more information, see Disclaimers/Notes for the first chapter.

CORNFIELD

Mae struggled to catch her breath as she came down from her orgasm. It did not help that her lover was currently kissing her madly. "M... M... Ma... Mary... " she muffled. "I... I... mmmmm... " She finally gave in, instead wrapping her arms around the naked heroine atop her. Mae had to admit - it was a pleasing sensation to taste herself as well as Mary. Eventually her girlfriend relented and separated their lips, a smug look of satisfaction on her face.

"I'm sorry," Mary teased. "Were you trying to say something?"

Mae was unable to respond: she was taking this chance to get air back into her body. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving against Mary's more-than-adequate own. That was something the Girl of Steel - and everyone, infact - noticed even before Mary turned eighteen. The young woman had certainly developed early. Eventhough her costume was not skintight, Mary Marvel's bust still managed to strain against the fabric. And now Mae was able to appreciate it to its fullest. She could not help a smirk at that thought. Mary noticed. "What are you so happy about?"

"Just thinking about how much I love you," sighed Mae. That clearly surprised the World's Mightiest Girl, whose eyes widened. Grinning, Mae pulled her lover down for another kiss. After over a full minute, they freed their mouths and rested their foreheads together, before Mary reluctantly rolled off Mae and onto her back. The two laid next to eachother, both completely nude in the cornfield, looking up at the clear blue Kansas sky. "This is where you say you love me, too," Mae offered.

Mary laughed out loud. "What have I just spent the last hour doing?!"

Turning to look at her, Mae pouted in mock sadness. "You didn't say it... "

"My mouth was kinda busy," drawled Mary. "Or was that not obvious?"

"Oh, you were doing things?" Mae's eyes twinkled. "I never noticed."

"Why you... !" Mary dove back onto of the shapeshifter and began a light struggle. Both burst into giggles as they wrestled in the field, until Mary managed to pin Mae's arms above her head. "Say uncle."

"I don't want Uncle Marvel," said Mae. "I love Mary Marvel."

"Ew, not funny!" groaned Mary, but leant down for another kiss. "Fine. I love you. Satisfied? Will you stop moaning?" Mary's large smile diffused her attempts at annoyance.

Mae wiggled her eyebrows. "Not with you ontop of me."

Another groan. "This is revenge, isn't it?" Mary was referring to how she had been since their first night together. It was like Supergirl unlocked something in Mary Marvel: the eighteen-year-old was frankly insatiable. Mary's sexual appetite tested even the strength of the Girl of Steel. "Really - if you're gonna be like this, I'll gather my clothes and fly home." She again rolled off Mae, but now snuggled close to her side, resting her head on the shapeshifter's own ample chest. Mae chuckled at her lover's empty threat.

They spent the next few minutes in contented silence, basking in the sun. Eventually Mae bit her lip. "I hope they didn't hear us."

Mary blinked. "Jonathan and Martha? Darling, we're far enough from the house. Stop worrying."

Mae craned her neck at the structure on the other side of the farm. "Maybe we should go to the barn next time. We could let Comet free in the field. He never goes far."

"I'd rather not," bristled Mary. "I'm convinced your horse hates me."

Mae frowned. "Don't be silly, Mary."

"When I tried to ride him, he threw me off," explained Mary. "I didn't have time to power up. If you hadn't caught me... "

"That's hardly... "

"And he keeps headbutting me," Mary continued. "And I'm sure he was rearing to kick me when you left us alone that time."

Mae shook her head incredulously. "He's only temperamental."

"Whatever you say," Mary grumbled. "Why don't we just stay in fields? Either that, or beaches. Though beaches aren't the most comfortable."

Mae thought back to that passion-filled summer night on the coast. "Would that stop you from 'attacking' me if we do go to a beach again?"

Mary raised her head and looked at Mae with pure desire in her eyes. "Probably not."