This story was originally posted on my AO3 account from December of 2022 to July of 2023. I have now decided to publish it here as well.
Follow for the completed story, I will upload more chapters frequently. There are some canon variations inherent in this tale that are further explained over on AO3, where the tags are also immensely helpful.
In that respect, it is rated M for a reason. Consider that a catch-all warning.
Reviews are welcome, but please discontinue if not to your liking. Thanks for reading.

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Chapter One: Oh Darlin', That I Can Do

After a long flight and busy airport terminals, both of which were filled with too many sounds and too many bodies, Lena thought it was nice to finally be alone and to have some peace and quiet.

Lena Luthor had landed in Houston just an hour or so before and could still remember the wave of relief that washed over her body as soon as she climbed into the rental car and shut the door behind her. It was her own fault that she had put off purchasing tickets for her flights until the very last minute, otherwise she'd be at least three hours closer to her destination right now. She had flown in from London for her best friend's wedding, which was a rather pleasant change of pace from one business meeting after another. Owning a global marketing and advertising agency was exhausting, so a wedding was the perfect escape. A reason to celebrate and to eat, drink, and laugh was something that Lena very much looked forward to. Her last stop in the UK made her trip to the southern United States longer than originally planned as her company was based in New York, but now that she was back on the ground and still had at least a few more hours of travel ahead of her, she chose to drive in silence for the rest of the way there.

With a yawn, Lena reached for the volume knob on the dash to silence the jarring twang of steel guitar. She sighed. Every other station was country songs, and she'd had quite enough. Her dreadful noise anxiety had been stretched rather thin for the past almost twelve hours and in a fit of desperation, she decided that what she needed more than anything in the world, right at that very moment, was the absence of noise altogether. Just the continuous low hum of the highway would have to do, but it was at last quiet enough to hear the sound of her own breaths as she pulled them in deeply one at a time.

That's how she was able to hear the sudden knocking noise coming from under the hood.

"You have got to be kidding me." Lena pulled off the two-lane highway onto its debris scattered shoulder just as the engine groaned, knocked once more loudly, and then came to a halt. She was just lucky to get it into park in time. Lena tried the key, turning it back and then forward again. No luck. The GPS on her phone said she was still quite far off from her destination and as for where she was now, there didn't seem to be anything around for as far as the eye could see.

Great. Just... great.

Lena heaved a defeated sigh from her chest with the full use of her shoulders for dramatic effect. She just wanted to crawl into a bed and sleep until the next morning. Begrudgingly, she pulled out her phone and called the rental agency. A rude tone leapt out of the speaker when she brought it to her ear.

"We're sorry, but the number you're trying to reach is—" She mashed the red end-call button with her thumb exasperatedly.

"Seriously?" Lena tapped out of the call screen and searched for a tow service instead. After a few moments and one confirmation screen later, the words "Service tech Kara is on the way!" followed by a cartoonish tow truck passed from one side of the phone screen to the other.

She hit the lock screen button and placed her phone face down into her lap, then lifted her eyes to gaze at the landscape in front of her. "It's so… flat."

Lena leaned back into the driver's seat and let the crown of her head meet the headrest. Her eyes became very heavy, and then everything was finally quiet.

A sharp tapping noise came from her left, startling her.

Lena jumped awake and abruptly registered that she had fallen asleep. She pinched a thumb and forefinger at the bridge of her nose to rub deeply into the corners of her eyes, careful not to smudge her eyeliner. Lena Luthor could be ten steps from deaths door and would still be aware of her makeup, though she wasn't usually sure if whether or not that was something to admire about herself. Surely it was a just a condition of her being a workaholic. Her wits (mostly) about her now, Lena took an extra moment to focus on where the sound that woke her had come from. Blinking rapidly through the window, it stood there waving at her with a big grin as clear as day. Truly, it was a smile that could rival the sun in the sky itself. A ball cap with the same stupid cartoon truck that she recognized from the confirmation screen of her tow service appointment sat above it. The head wearing both the grin and the hat darted to the right suddenly, swishing a full-bodied ponytail the color of golden flax in its wake.

A woman...

Oh, right.

Lena rummaged her memory for the name beginning with the letter "K" as she sat awkwardly and stared —no, gawked— at the blonde on the other side of the door. The white tee shirt she wore had a few grease spots and smudges of brake dust, and the knees of her denim bootcut jeans had a thin layer of dirt on them. They were drawn over the tops of some well-worn, square toed brown leather cowboy boots. Lena then realized she had run her eyes up and down the length of the other woman, and the other woman had definitely seen her do it.

In an effort to shield her embarrassment, Lena opened the driver's door and climbed out. Anything was better than being permanently fixed to her seat and drooling at the sight in front of her. A hand shot out toward her as soon as she was on her feet.

"Lena?" The sunbeam of a grin asked.

Lena nodded and took her hand. She noticed her knuckles first. The blonde had a strong grip with even stronger looking forearms. Lena immediately wanted to run the tips of her fingers along them to learn of all their hills and valleys. Even the subtle veins that protruded slightly when she had squeezed Lena's hand seemed to resemble little rivers and streams… they reminded her of home. Home home.

Lena shook her head when she noticed she was staring again. "Aye, yes- that's me."

"Great! I'm Kara, I'll be taking you into town and getting you set up at the shop. Sorry I'm late, I had to clear out a bay to make room for you and my parts were running late as usual—" Kara's voice trailed off into a mutter, and then she dropped her shoulders with a small huff of a laugh.

Kara tucked the clipboard she carried in one hand under an arm and then shifted her feet on the pavement. Lena almost didn't care about the awful crunching noise the road grit under her boots made. They had stopped talking all of the sudden and Kara was just looking at her. For a moment, Lena felt as though the other woman was seeing right through her skin and she didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable or excited by it. Perhaps a bit of both, with just a dash of vulnerable. When Kara reached up to adjust the bill of her hat as it was now apparently her turn to gawk, her bicep gathered in the middle of her arm as she bent it, making Lena's knees suddenly feel very weak. Kara was stunning without even trying, and clearly oblivious as to how handsome she was. So what if she's a bit... rugged? Lena thought, and somehow found herself appreciating every stain on Kara as a work of art. She likened her visage to that of Nike, winged goddess of victory. Kara might as well have been painted with exquisite detail onto a Grecian amphora complete with flowering tendril and smoking censer. Lena's completely unrelated minor in Hellenic Studies while working toward her business degree in college couldn't have possibly had anything to with that.

"It's been a long day." Kara said softly, finally breaking the long and charged silence between them. "Grab what you need, and we can be on our way."

"Right, thanks." Lena replied quickly. The thought of sprawling into the sheets of a warm bed crept into her mind again, but this time she was wrapped around strong looking arms. Kara just happened to be attached to them. Lena went stiff at the thought and shook her head again. She had to be exhausted still. She didn't normally daydream about sleeping with handsome strangers. She didn't normally daydream at all. Where was the time for such things? Lena decided then and there that a vacation had certainly been a good idea. She reminded herself inwardly to thank her friend for getting married, as soon as she got the chance.

Lena swallowed past the awkward lump in her throat and began tossing her luggage into the cab of the tow truck one by one as Kara started dragging chains along the length of its bed. The grating metal noise only further helped to break Lena out of her lust-induced stupor. They arrived at the small four bay shop a little while later and then Kara cut the engine to the truck. The blonde sat back in her seat and audibly scoffed when she saw that all four bays were filled again. Then she turned in her seat to look at Lena.

"Er- I'm sorry, but we're probably not gonna be able to get to your car until the morning." The blonde admitted, glancing down at the watch on her wrist just to be sure. "Do you have someone you can call?" She then tucked her right leg up onto the bench seat and twisted her hips to square them in Lena's direction at the other end of the cab.

"I don't, actually." Lena replied with just a shade of despair. "I'll just call for a cab, thanks." Lena unlocked her phone and began to nervously punch the screen with her thumbs. It had felt like ages since the last time someone had made her feel so unintentionally giddy like this.

Kara's eyebrows had furrowed across her forehead when Lena looked back up at her. There were sharp lines bunched there between her eyes. To Lena, confusion had never looked sexier. Kara slung an arm over the steering wheel and the other laid along the length of the top of the seat back. How was she so naturally comfortable like that while Lena was practically squirming in her seat?

Lena's lips struggled to find the shape of words again and then spat out, "What…?"

The blonde's eyebrows eased apart then and the cute lines that had formed in between vanished. Lena suddenly missed them and found herself wishing that she had kissed each one. Then she noticed that damn grin again. Now she'd been caught eyeing her a third time. Lena's cheeks flushed a warm, rosy color.

Oh fuck me, she knows I can't stop staring at her…

Kara inhaled sharply and tilted her chin upward.

Jesus, even her jawline is perfect.

Lena had to put a stop to this. Because it was just crazy, right? Thinking about scaling a complete stranger like the broad side of a mountain after only knowing them for an hour or so was crazy. But there was just something about her...

Lena shook her head once more, feeling ridiculous now. "Was it something I said?"

"Yeah."

"Mind sharing it with me?" Lena shot back, not missing a beat.

Kara shrugged. "It's cute you think we got cabs." Her grin widened across her teeth then with her nose scrunched to convey a noticeably slight discomfiture. "Sorry... I don't mean to be—"

"No taxis?"

"Afraid not." Kara smiled again. "Tell you what though, there's a bed and breakfast just outside of town, you can sleep there tonight. I'll give you a ride."

Strong, handsome, AND thoughtful.

The nerve...

After just a couple farm road turns off the other end of the main street running through town, they pulled into a small lot just in front of a two-story house down a narrow dirt road. The drive was lined with the biggest oak trees Lena had ever seen. The house at the end was massive and had a deep covered porch that wrapped around with great carved wooden pillars. It was breathtaking. Lena thought to herself that it must be at the very least a hundred years old. It was as if she had stepped back in time, but Kara was out of the truck and opening her door for her before she even realized. True to her nature, Kara wasted no time with offering to carry her bags. How could Lena say no? Certainly not to a face like that… it'd be like kicking a puppy. Lena obliged her with a sheepish sort of smile and then watched full of curiosity as the blonde chatted with an elderly woman behind a desk as if she had known her for her entire life. With how small the little drop of a town they had just driven through was, Lena understood the likelihood of that being true was high. Now, with key in hand, Lena felt the back of her neck grow hot as her and Kara climbed a nearby staircase toward her room. God, her feet were tired.

Once they reached a door adorned with a diamond plaque that matched the one on the fob in her hand, Lena ran her room key into the lock and turned the knob. Booted footsteps followed behind her, and the sound of the door closing behind them both made Lena jump slightly as she turned around.

"Where do you want them?" Kara asked plainly with two bags tucked under each arm.

The blonde's voice seemed to be more striking in decibel from where she stood in the middle of the small room, as if she were very large and their surroundings had grown very small. A bed lay next to a wide window with soft eggshell curtains drawn over it, and a homely bedside table lamp bathed a corner of the room in a warm amber color from its dark shade. Beyond the window Lena could see that it was barely dusk, and a chorus of cicadas sang their reverberated hum loudly enough to seep through the walls of the room.

The sound of keys against a countertop brought her dizzied focus back to the stolid, seraphic woman standing before her. Lena's skin trickled with the almost painful sensation of every hair on her body standing on end. Her heart began to hammer wildly behind her ribs. The brightest blue eyes Lena had ever seen fell to her slightly heaving chest, and the raven-haired woman immediately became aware that she was caught flustered. Again.

The moment lingered, and Lena had all but forgotten that she had been asked a question. Seconds continued to limp by one after the other until it was Kara that finally decided to lean into the tension. No sooner had she dropped each bag at her feet than she closed the distance between them, stepping into Lena's space with an air of confidence that made the raven-haired woman shiver. Now, standing just a breath beyond her lips, Kara seemed to search over Lena's delicate features as if taking in a thing of beauty.

"Where do you want me?" Kara's quiet voice flowed out of her like a gentle summer breeze; Sultry and smooth, falling hot against the skin of Lena's high cheekbone.

With every inch of her screaming to be touched, Lena's chest suddenly ceased its rising and falling. She fought for breath as the rest of her body began to move surely and swiftly of its own volition, beginning with her arms. Lena was overcome with the imperative urge to explore the landscape of lean and sinewy muscle that stood but a single inch away from her. It was a feeling so powerful that it may surely have ended up killing her if she had possessed the strength enough to ignore it. She hadn't, so her hands did as they pleased.

A shaky palm alighted upon the edge of Kara's sharp jawbone, causing the blonde to pull in a stiff breath through her straight nose. Lena then ran her hand down the length of Kara's neck, swooping her thumb into the shallow dip just above her collarbone as she passed it by. Her fingertips continued over a hard shoulder and down a rigid forearm where she squeezed lightly. Lena wanted to feel with her own hands every solid and stellar muscle that rested on Kara's empyrean bones.

The room continued to shrink in on them as they stood breathless and overflowing with want. The air itself seemed to crackle with electricity; The leaping arcs discharging between them loud, bright, and hot like lightning bolts.

Kara was ethereal in her presence, an imposing and angelic being who sat on clouds as she watched the world beneath turn. Lena looked up at her like the earthly wanderer that she herself was; Absolutely desperate to climb.

In a flash, Lena tilted upward on her toes as Kara came forward and there they met with a single spark of a kiss, exploding a millennia's worth of stardust and heavenly detritus into her mouth.

A small whimper through Lena's nose made the blonde rack her body with an almost violent tremor, and suddenly Lena was pulled with strong arms hard and flush against Kara's front. With a quick and shuddered gasp, Lena shot her hands to the tops of Kara's shoulders to brace herself. She felt as though she had met Kara all the way up on her cloud now and hung dangerously close to its feathery edge, mere seconds away from falling to her death back down upon the earth.

Valorous down to a molecular level, Lena knew Kara would die before she let her drop.

Slowly, the blonde dragged her face into the crook of Lena's neck where she expelled a long-held breath and began placing open mouthed kisses upon overly sensitive, electrified skin.

What am I doing?

Lena's silent panic distracted her from concealing yet another whimper. Kara was so focused and stood so solid with Lena nearly limp in her arms that it made her feel a bit helpless… but God, in the best way possible. Electrified and body on fire now, Lena finally mustered the courage to speak.

"I want you here…" She whispered, grabbing Kara's hand and moving it up the inside of her thigh beneath her ebony business skirt. Her legs were trembling, and she suddenly feared that they would give way, so she did the one thing that she knew would keep her trapped in the arms of this other woman. Was she scared of Kara's strength? She didn't know it yet, so perhaps she was. But what was life without a little risk? Lena pressed Kara's hand full and firm against her center.

The blonde barely managed to stifle a moan in her throat as she cupped the apex of Lena's thighs, burying her face once again into the crook of her neck. With Lena's heartbeat in her ears now, they held each other in a long, breath-filled silence until Lena's hips rocked forward, unable to wait any longer.

Quick as a bolt of lightning, Kara lifted, spun, and pressed Lena against the wall, eliciting a small, surprised yelp out of the raven-haired woman. Kara pinned her there effortlessly, and after an audible hard swallow, she lifted her eyes. Kara stared at Lena with a look on her face that said, "Nothing short of an act of God can stop me". Lena shivered with Kara's steely, penetrating gaze and smoothed the cap off her head, exposing a beautiful head of golden hair.

Legs wrapped tightly and hands grasped, pulled, and squeezed where they could as Kara kissed her. With thigh over hip and arm over shoulder, Lena began to move against the blonde with intervals of push and pull, push and pull, over and over again.

They were hot, primal desire incarnate. Hungry waves of an ocean lapping at a bare shoreline.

God, how did I get here?

Lena crossed her ankles, locking them at Kara's lower back. She paid no mind to the sound of her pumps falling against the hardwood floor beneath them. Because what was sound, after all? A confluence of vibrations that resonate at different frequencies in the inner ear? The sounds of Kara's low, husky moans against her skin were the only ones that mattered. Missing the feeling of Kara's hand pressed against her, Lena whined.

"Touch me again, please…"

Had someone told Lena earlier that day that she'd be taking a quick detour for what was more than likely going to be the best sex she'd ever have in the middle of nowhere, she would have laughed until her sides hurt. But before she could bring herself to try and think of the last time she had sex with anyone, let alone someone she had just met, Kara's hand left the cheek of her ass and slid between them to cup her hot and aching pussy again.

"Here?" Kara asked as she pressed her middle and ring fingers toward Lena's entrance through the fabric of her underwear with just a small show of strength. Strength which Lena was desperate to extract from Kara by any means necessary.

"Yes—" Lena nodded her head repeatedly to compensate for the fact that she could barely speak. "Yes, please."

Lena bit her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle what would have been a very loud moan. She wanted to be pinned, choked, spanked, slapped, bent over, and dominated. Though, Lena couldn't be sure that someone like Kara with her puppy dog eyes and gentle as a lamb sort of demeanor would be doing any of that.

Oh, but was she eager to find out.

Truthfully, Lena was only certain of one thing, which was the wholehearted belief that Kara was going to give her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her eyelids fluttered at the thought. Now that there was no chance of going back, Lena devoted the last shreds of her energy and her sanity to the divine marbled goddess who was teasing the entrance of her cunt through her underwear, swirling and dipping her fingers as far as the fabric would allow.

"Inside- inside…"

Kara immediately drew Lena's panties to the side and pushed her two fingers all the way inside up to her knuckles. Unable to hold it back any longer, Lena released a wavering moan that came up from her belly and let the back of her head fall against the wall behind her. It was glorious and guttural and paired perfectly in unison with a deep groan that came from Kara. The fact that they barely knew each other but could fit this well together and be so in tune with one another was equal parts terrifying as it was exciting.

Kara kissed Lena's neck up to her earlobe and bit it gently there. "Fuck…" She muttered against her skin, raising the tiny baby hairs at Lena's nape.

Lena gripped the underside of Kara's jaw and pulled her back to her mouth then, desperate to be kissed while being fucked. Tiny, passionate whimpers tumbled into the blonde's mouth as they resumed their push and pull into each other. She knew she was tight because of how long it had been, but Kara rocked into her much like how a hammer drives a nail. Lena moaned louder each time the length of Kara's fingers came to hilt in her cunt, matching their rhythm and rising in pitch. It was slow and devastating; Lena had never felt anything like it.

"Oh- my god" Lena gasped in between thrusts. "That- feels- so- good…" She gasped again, "Don't… stop…"

Her begging brought Kara's face back to her neck where a low growl rumbled onto her pulse point. Lena couldn't quite put her finger on it, especially now while her brain had pretty much checked out for the time being, but she surmised quickly that maybe Kara was so good at sex because it felt a lot like lovemaking. She felt that, in that moment, Kara would die for her. Kill for her. Leap through time for her. But they had just met, how could she be doing that?

Lena's hands clawed to find purchase around the backs of Kara's shoulders as their pace became faster, and more intense. She then felt herself beginning to grow tighter around the fingers inside of her. Her hips thumped firmly against the wall as she came back against it each time and Lena knew that she was close. So close. The strong hand gripping her around her waist was likely to leave fingerprint shaped bruises, but she didn't care.

Lena whimpered helplessly in a slow staccato when Kara began to tremble. The blonde had moaned low into Lena's neck and her movements started to slow and become more emphatic. Lena thought that this was probably what a strong earthquake might feel like at the peak of a mountain, and when she felt the tight coil deep inside of her finally snap, she bellowed a warbled moan unlike anything that resembled her own voice as her climax crashed into her.

Lena's thighs squeezed Kara's waist and she shook. It was the first time that Lena repeated a rising intonation at the end of each moan over and over as she came. Her own voice had sounded so foreign to her, as if she were someone else entirely. Had someone or something else truly taken over her body and made her leap at the first opportunity at sex with a stranger? Even if that were true, Lena felt safe with Kara and allowed her body to wreak its heavenly havoc. It was like Kara had unlocked a new sexual plateau that was lying dormant inside of her, one that she never even knew existed. They breathed heavily against each other for several long moments until Lena finally opened her eyes again. She then realized what made Kara lose control at the end… When Lena's head wasn't back against the wall, it was resting against the side of Kara's face and her repeated moans were pitched directly at her ear. A chill ran up Lena's spine as the heat of her skin cooled. Kara was still inside of her, and her breaths were slower now.

"Oh my god…" Lena murmured tiredly and ran her fingers into blonde hair up under its ponytail, pulling Kara into a kiss. Kara exhaled deeply through her nose again against her cheek and it surprised Lena just how much she liked that.

They kissed hungrily, with loud exhaled breaths escaping in between. It was like Kara's lips were made of pure oxygen and Lena had been suffocating for her entire life. They eventually slowed and parted again, resting their foreheads gently against each other. Lena registered a thin sheet of sweat there, and the same beneath her hand that was wrapped around the back of Kara's neck.

Kara moved to whisper in Lena's ear, "Hold on again…"

The blonde made an agonizingly slow go of pulling her fingers out of Lena, apparently knowing full well just how sensitive everything was down there after such a long and drawn-out orgasm. Bracing herself on Kara's frame once again, Lena shot a hand out and clapped it around a large trap muscle that sat atop Kara's shoulder.

Lena immediately missed Kara being inside of her as she unwrapped her legs and was placed back down on the floor gently. Both of Lena's palms slid lazily down the front of Kara's chest and down between her breasts. The raven-haired woman noticed that Kara must have been wearing a sports bra for how tight and secure her chest was beneath her shirt. Lena figured that it was probably the best choice of bra considering how physically demanding the blonde's job was. And now, Lena was instantly more intrigued by the other woman, and found herself wanting to know more about her. Quickly Lena reassessed her level of sanity once more. She'd known this woman for no more than two hours or so and suddenly wanted to know everything about her. Lena tilted her head up slightly to look into those shockingly blue eyes again.

"Come to this thing with me on Friday…" Lena blurted, anticipating Kara leaving and possibly never seeing her again, which filled her with dread. She wasn't ready to say goodbye. She was exhausted, jet lagged, and probably hungry but hadn't realized it yet… For sure she was obviously too tired to be making decisions or requests like this, but the one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world was another evening with this woman taking her out of her body with hands sculpted by gods, and then pouring her back into it.

"Wish I could." Kara hummed lowly and kissed Lena on her cheek. "But I also happen to have a thing that particular day." That same grin as bright as the morning sun reappeared on her face, and Lena's heart melted. She was already sure of one thing; Kara had absolutely no idea how handsome she was, but now also how unintentionally and genuinely charming she was.

"Saturday?" Lena tried again, trying her best not to sound desperate.

For her, I might be though…

Kara took a few steps back and scratched her chin exaggeratedly. "Mmm. Sorry, can't. Gotta work on your car." She said, her grin turning into a playful —and God, so fucking handsome— smirk.

"It's going to take that long?!" Lena exclaimed and wrapped a hand over her mouth after realizing she nearly shouted.

Kara laughed big enough that it made her shoulders bounce. Lena adored the sound. She had known this woman for less than a single afternoon and simply adored every single thing she did.

"I'm kidding." Kara teased as she strode toward the door with long steps. She turned the handle and drew it open, then stopped to look back. "Can I see you tomorrow instead?" She asked quietly.

"Depends. Will my car be fixed?" Lena shot back, her own attempt at playfulness. It felt strange in her mouth at first.

For heaven's sake- when was the last time I had fun?

"If I work hard maybe—"

Lena interrupted, "Work hard then." There. That felt better.

Lena pulled her bottom lip into her teeth and sagged into the wall with a hand gripping her elbow. Everything about her face conveyed "hurry back". Kara grinned and took in a deep breath, meeting Lena's eyes again.

Lena swore that if Kara had been wearing a Stetson, she would have tipped it downward with a thumb and forefinger in that classic gesture apparent in most western movies. Though, she'd spent enough time in Texas just that day to know that people do actually do that with their hats, mostly as a form of acknowledgement or as an acceptance of thanks. The ones who appear to live outside of big cities, that is. Kara fit the bill, head to toe.

Kara smiled and nodded. "Oh darlin', that I can do."

Lena blushed at the name. Then she quickly reminded herself that terms of endearment were a common thing here as well, as she had already been called "Sweetheart", "My dear", and now "Darling" in just a matter of hours. They meant something different here and she told herself not to read into it. But it was very cute coming from Kara, Lena did have to admit.

Lena managed to squeak out an "Okay" and Kara flashed another winner of a smile. Then she stepped through the door, drawing it shut behind her.

Am I dreaming? Did that really just happen?

Lena walked to the edge of the bed and sat, her knees still wobbling slightly.

…and am I already thinking about it happening again?

Lena did have a few more days to spend before the wedding ceremony on Saturday, but some of that time was already obligated to her best friend beforehand. That was the reason she was there, after all. She just had to get there first. But Lena decided as she fell backwards tiredly onto the top quilt of the bed that she wouldn't rush her way out of town. Not just yet. Especially since that's where she knew the cute, burly, blonde-haired mechanic that had just given her the best damn orgasm of her life worked…

Yeah. She'd stick around for a day. Or two.