Chapter Four: First Tornado?

It was nearly midnight by the time Kara finally gave in and drove Lena back to the bed and breakfast in town. They stood in the doorway of her room for a long time, talking quietly about everything and nothing all at once. Both understood that it was really just to prolong the inevitable.

Neither apparently wanted to say goodnight, but it was Kara and her damned chivalrous nature that took her a step back from the door to allow Lena the rest that she needed to continue her trip. With a sigh, Lena knew it was time to let the idea of the other woman go. Though, the smell of her, the feel of her, and the taste of her lips would undoubtedly linger. For how long, she had no way of knowing, but she'd do her best to deal with that in time. Lena reached a hand out at the last minute to pull Kara back into the doorway by her shirt collar, but before their lips could meet, Kara turned her cheek to her and darted her eyes down the length of the upstairs hallway. A couple just a few doors down were giggling as they attempted to run their key into the lock on their suite door, and an anxious expression flashed across Kara's face then. When she brought her blue eyes back to Lena's, that look of anxiousness turned into one of guilt. Kara ran both of her hands into her back pockets and smiled, embarrassed. But Lena had noticed. She'd have to be blind not to.

Awkwardly, Kara tapped the back of her knuckle against the wood of the door frame and bowed her head to whisper, "Goodnight." Then, she turned on her heels and left without another word. The moment hung in Lena's mind with alarm bells blaring full blast. She wondered what could have caused the sudden shift in Kara's demeanor. Had it been her? Had she said done something? Confused, and just a tiny bit hurt, Lena shut the door and climbed into bed. Sleep came immediately.

The shrill sound of Lena's phone ringing from the table across the room was what ultimately dragged her out of bed the next morning. She cursed quietly to herself that she hadn't thought to put it on the nightstand before she had successfully climbed into bed and under the covers the night before.

It was her best friend calling. The one she had traveled all this way to see, who was no doubt curious as to why Lena had not yet arrived. Or called, for that matter. Lena tapped the screen hoping she could mask the guilt in her voice.

"Hey Sam."

A voice louder than what Lena was prepared for leapt through the speaker.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Sam shouted. "Are you okay? Are you here?"

Lena pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "I'm fine- I'm so sorry. My rental car didn't even make it an hour and a half before breaking down."

"Oh my god, do I need to come and get you? Where are you?" Sam asked worryingly.

Lena's ears pricked up at that. "No!" Then she backpedaled a bit, "No no, I'm alright. I got a room in some tiny little town that I don't even know the name of, or if it even has a name… But the rental company covered the car and they're bringing me a new one as soon as they can. I'll be there in time for the rehearsal dinner, I promise."

"Are you sure? We could just come and get you and then we could have extra time for nails, and hair—" Sam trailed off and Lena knew that she would need a bit more reassuring.

"I'm actually enjoying being so far outside of my element here, to be honest. It's like I've stepped into another world. I feel… oh, I just feel relaxed. I just needed a minute to escape, I think. I hope that's alright…"

"It is." Sam replied, and a long pause followed. "Who is she?"

Lena immediately clocked the mischievousness tone. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sam." Lena deadpanned playfully.

"Booo okay, love you." Sam replied.

"Love you too. Tell Alex I said 'Hey' and that I'm excited to finally meet her in person."

Moments after hanging up, another call came in. Lena hadn't even set her phone down, and she was still desperate to shower and brush her teeth. She glanced at the name that appeared on her phone.

Kara.

Lena's heart thumped wildly in her chest. She made a panicked decision to let the phone ring a few more times so as not to seem overly eager to hear the blonde's voice again, so she stood there agonizing for another few moments and then answered.

Jasus, am I sixteen again?

"Good morning."

"Good afternoon." Kara responded warmly.

"Afternoon…?" Lena brought her face away from her phone screen to illuminate it. The time read just a quarter to one o'clock. "Oh my god I slept past noon!" She exclaimed, perfectly shocked.

Kara's laughter on the other end of the phone greeted her when she brought it back to her ear. "I take it you sleep well?"

"I think you knew that I would." Lena replied, taking a chance with a flirt.

"Maybe I did." Kara flirted back quietly, and then cleared her throat. "I uh- I wanted to ask since today's your last day in town, would you maybe wanna, I dunno… Hang out for a bit? There's not much work at the shop today and Clark's itchin' to close up early."

Lena was thrilled. And so, so thankful that Kara had been the one to ask to spend time just as she was gearing up to argue with herself on whether or not to call.

"Sure. I mean I've got a whole day to spend—"

"Half of day." Kara teased. Lena burst with a laugh.

She's so good at that…

"Half of day…" Lena agreed and continued, "What did you have in mind?" Her head swam at the question as it fell out of her mouth.

"Not sure. I do have a quick thing to do but you can come with. Let me just come grab you and we'll see where the day takes us." Kara paused and then added, "But I'm lettin' you know right now, it might rain."

Lena smiled and bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. "Okay, that's fine. You know where I am."

"I do indeed." Kara said in that charming way of hers. "See you in a bit."

Lena was glad to finally step into the shower and massage her neck under the warm spray of water. As well as being happy, she couldn't remember the last time that she was so thoroughly sore or tight everywhere like this. She ached in just the right ways—all over her body.

A half hour later she was dressed in frayed denim shorts and a faded black V-neck tour shirt from a rock concert she attended in college with Sam, along with her favorite converse. She painted her fingernails black to complete the look and had just finished blowing them dry when a text rang through on her phone.

Here!

Lena tapped her reply, careful of her last coat of polish.

Okay, coming down now.

Once through the wide double oak doors at the front of the house, Lena set her eyes upon a giant bale of hay that was pierced onto two metal poles sticking out of the bed of Kara's truck where the tailgate used to be.

Curious.

She opened the passenger's side door, and it greeted her with its loud -pop- again. Once inside, she jabbed a thumb at the bed with a raised eyebrow.

Kara chuckled, "Oh- right, just gotta drop that off right quick and then the day is ours. Also, hi." She added, flashing that stunner of a smile.

"Hi." Lena replied. She admired Kara's consistency in wardrobe these three days, always appearing to wear a pair of denim boot cut jeans and some square toed boots. Lena half expected her in another t-shirt and was maybe hoping for a sleeveless one at that, but apparently Kara sprang for a long-sleeved flannel today. A faded blue plaid. One that buttoned down the middle with each sleeve rolled tight around the swell of her forearms. Lena could have sworn then and there that the temperature in the cab of the truck went up another ten degrees.

They drove for a bit out of town down long stretches of farm roads to a large gate at the end of a barbed wire fence, one they had driven alongside for several minutes after the last turn off. Lena knew that this was somewhere she could easily become lost without having someone else drive. The amount of turns it took to get there was dizzying, not to mention the complete lack of signage.

Kara threw the truck into park and then got out to pull an unfastened chain from around the end of the gate, swinging it open with a shove to allow them through. The cab of the truck rumbled twice as each set of tires rolled over the cattle grid in the ground spanning the length of the gate, and Kara got back out once more to swing it shut and loop the chain back through.

As they drove, the scattered buildings strewn about the landscape told Lena that this was, or was at one point in time, a commercial business of sorts. Judging by the cattle grid at the gate and the corrals they passed, that business seemed to be in livestock. Soon they pulled up to a large barn with tall open doors and Kara backed her pickup into it bale first with a practiced precision. Once out of the truck, Lena saw how many stable stalls lined the inside of the barn, as well as the horses that nosed their way out of them. Her heart swelled at the sight.

"Do you want some help?" Lena shot her voice over the pickup as the sound of the hydraulic fork lowered the hay bale.

She couldn't see Kara, but a voice shot back "Nah darlin', I got it, but thank you. We won't take long here; We're just droppin' and runnin'."

Lena smiled and turned around to start greeting the curious thoroughbreds one at a time. Kara busied herself with lowering the fork and unloading the hay bale in the meantime.

While Kara worked, Lena had made it around to each stall saying hello and offering compliments to every horse. Some of them whinnied a greeting back. Lena knew horses read people sometimes better than people could read other people, and also knew them to be excellent judges of character, so their approval meant the world to her. By the time she made it back to the truck at the other end of the barn, Kara was dusting her hands on the tops of her blue-jeaned thighs and making her way over to a wooden beam with a pitchfork hanging from it.

"They're beautiful. Who owns them?" Lena asked. A low rumble of thunder sounded off in the distance. She thought it might have been the truck still running, but Kara had cut the engine after she unloaded the hay. Her eyes shot open wide and looked to the blonde.

Kara chuckled and lifted the pitchfork off its hanger. "Don't worry, it's probably far enough away we won't even see a drop of rain." She smiled reassuringly at the raven-haired woman. "And they belong to Eliza. She raised me up from a kid. This is her ranch." She raised the pitchfork above her head then like a javelin, arm bent at the elbow and lobbed it squarely into the center of the hay bale. She did so with an amount of force that twisted Lena's insides in a way that made her want to climb Kara like a tree right then and there.

Mechanic, check. Ranch hand, check. Olympian, double check.

Kara pumped her arm at her bullseye and continued, "All of the ones here in this stable are retired barrel racers that are broodmares now, some of 'em are dams, some aren't yet. Eliza's husband Jeremiah was the one to breed 'em, but uh, he's gone now, and… she just needs some help from time to time—so I stay close." Kara's eyes lowered to the dirt floor of the barn and a small frown appeared on her face, but only for a very short moment. Though Lena barely caught it, and it still made her heart sink. She decided that she didn't want to pry. Everything about Kara's demeanor for that half of a second spoke of a pain that had been long tucked away. Kara twisted the heel of a boot back and forth into the dirt, and a smile reappeared on her face then.

"But I just gotta stop over at the main house for a quick word and then we can head out. Hop in!" Kara said with both of her hands on her hips.

Lena was still ruminating on the fact that for the whole time that she had been around Kara, there was barely anything less than a smile that had laid claim to her face. Though, something told her that there was a deep cavern of pain that lived within the blonde, one that she didn't seek to explore often… not if she could help it.

Soon they drove around to a reasonably sized house a few minutes later and sitting in a hanging basket chair underneath a covered porch was an older looking woman, whom Lena only assumed to be Eliza.

"Oof, okay, I thought she'd be inside, so listen—" Kara began as she parked the truck a few feet from the wooden railing of the porch, leaving it at an idle. "Mama's a bit chatty, but I swear to you I didn't bring you all the way out here just to meet—"

Lena interrupted, "Kara, it's fine. I'm not freaked out." She said with a laugh and placed a hand over Kara's that was splayed on the seat between them. Quickly Kara retracted her hand out from underneath Lena's as if it were made of fire and immediately witnessed the surprised expression it left on Lena's face. She reached back out and gave Lena's hand an apologetic squeeze and then smiled with her eyes in that way that usually melted the smaller woman's heart.

Woah.

A moment later the woman in the chair was at Lena's window tapping, which startled her out of her pained confusion. Lena noticed that she had a beautifully wrinkled face with kind and tired eyes, and had a head of long, graying hair. There was something about the way that she held herself that said she'd worked herself to the bone every day of her life from a very young age. She waved animatedly into the cab of the truck at Kara, and Lena rolled the crank down for the window.

"Well hi, darlin'!" The older woman exclaimed. There was that word again. It suddenly lost a bit of its luster after hearing it come out of a mouth that wasn't Kara's.

"I wasn't expectin' you 'til this afternoon! Everything alright?" She inquired, flashing a smile at Lena just briefly.

"Yes ma'am, everything's fine. I just thought I'd bring your bale over early since there wasn't anything to do at the shop today. Figured I'd try and put in some work somewhere." Kara smiled lovingly at her and then twisted in her seat toward Lena.

"Mama, this Lena. She was passin' through and had some car trouble, but she's leavin' tomorrow so I thought I'd show her around a bit while she's here." Kara explained. "Lena, this is Eliza, but I reckon she'd want you to—"

"Just call me Mama, sweetheart." Eliza stuck an arm inside the window to shake Lena's hand vigorously, to which Lena cheerfully acquiesced.

"It's nice to meet you!" Lena said.

"Likewise." Eliza replied. The older woman then peeked her head back over at Kara again and continued. "Well, alright. Speaking of puttin' in work… Kara honey, would you run out to the back forty and hang up some more fencing where it's fallen there? You remember where…" She trailed off and wagged her hand up and down. "Hank dropped off a new spool of wire on the far deck… on account of I still can't find the one Clark took out there." She continued with a shake of her head, "Your cousin, bless his heart… strong as an ox but hasn't got the sense God gave a goose."

"Mama!" Kara admonished, failing not to laugh. Lena covered a giggle with the back of her fingers.

"Alright, alright, y'all get going now. I can smell rain comin'." She patted the top of the cab. "But just make sure you run that fence back up enough to keep them Longhorns from moseying in off Mr. Edge's land and scaring the dickens out of me and the cats, alright baby?"

"We'll get to it right now then, if that's alright with Lena?" Kara asked, turning to face her again.

Assuming that Kara didn't often hazard to turn down requests from this woman, Lena smiled and nodded. "Sure! Sounds fun!" She replied excitedly. Eliza laughed, and then stepped away with a wave.

Once the truck pulled around and away from the house, Kara began pouring her apologies. "I'm so sorry, this probably isn't what you had in mind for today, but it won't take—"

Lena interrupted her for a second time, "Kara, you're fine! Besides, I rather enjoy watching you work." She flirted slightly, wanting to return to their routine of playful, borders-on-sexy banter.

"Oh yeah?" Kara asked.

"Yes." Lena said with a sultry voice. Firm and to the point. Kara's cheeks ran flush with a rosy color where she failed miserably at hiding that oh so charming grin.

It took only a few more minutes of driving along a worn-out dirt lane toward what Lena assumed to be the furthest and most remote part of the property. She felt so calm. Her spirit seemed to flourish in this wide-open space. Lena could appreciate the small prairies and twisting creeks that surrounded a place like this. They simply existed in time, and no one expected them to be anything other than what they appeared to be. Land, and water. It was freeing to be among it all. Even the deep lines in the dirt reminded her of the little boreen roads back home. Her first home; The only other place that she had ever felt this happy and this content. Lena realized again after a moment that she was going to have to leave it all behind tomorrow, and her heart thrust itself into the middle of her throat.

They came upon the downed fencing soon enough and Lena spied an empty water tank not far off from it. "Are there cattle as well?" She asked.

Kara's slightly sullen face returned, but only for an instant. "We used to have cattle, yeah. I mean, when I still lived here with my sister. But we sold them."

"Oh, you have a sister? Does she still live here or in town with you?" Lena immediately regretted her inquiries. She was asking too many questions. The amount of emotional distance they maintained from one another had been working well for each of them thus far, and she wasn't ready for that to change just yet. But she had asked anyway… why? Her tongue had betrayed her, and she wished that she could take the words back for fear of losing what simple joys she had left.

"Nah, she's got her own life." Kara said, hanging her head a bit. "But she only lives a couple of hours away with her fiancé." The words felt lonely upon Lena's ears. Kara seemed to hide her sadness well, but Lena noticed the subtle change just like with everything else. She found herself wanting to kiss the lids of those blue eyes in the hopes that they would never look down like that ever again. For some reason, Lena kept stepping into conversation that obviously pained the blonde, and she wished more than anything that she would stop doing so.

Kara eventually brought the truck to a stop and clapped her hands together. "We're here. If you wanna watch me work—" Kara smirked slightly. "Would you mind grabbing that toolbox out of the bed for me? The wire's a bit heavy…" Kara asked as she leaned forward to grab a pair of tanned leather gloves off the top of the dashboard.

Lena nodded, glad to at least be useful and for the opportunity to stop talking. Kara spent the next short while picking up the metal 'T' posts off the ground and jutting them hard back into the earth with a post driver, which was a long, cylindrical metal tube with handles on either side that was capped at the top. Every time Kara brought it down onto a post, she let out a small grunt with her exerted force. Lena could tell it took a lot of effort to drive a post to the correct height and she took a moment to peer down the length of the fence that was still yet to go back up. There were forty to fifty more yards to go that needed posts back in the ground and from the looks of it, Kara only needed to exert herself like this maybe every five yards. She slid the driver over the tops of each post nine or ten times before they sank deep enough, not losing a single ounce of her strength the further they went along. A sudden shiver tickled its way up Lena's spine.

So, this is where she gets that body…

The sky beyond them had grayed since they arrived at the fence and was now very quickly turning a frothy green color. It lit up from time to time with bright flashes of light that looked muffled and opaque behind the cover of dark, swollen clouds.

Once all the posts were upright and sturdy in the hard ground, they walked back to the first post where Kara donned her gloves and began to wire up the fence with the roll of barbed wire and handfuls of steel clips. A loud boom of thunder cracked above their heads, and streaks of vivid and bright lightning shot across the sky.

The air slowly began to smell very different, and the landscape no longer brightened by sunlight looked as though someone had draped a very large blanket over a very large lamp.

Eventually they reached the end of the part of the fence that needed mending. Kara had been twisting the last few wire clips onto a post with a pair of pliers when Lena realized that the consistent thunder they had been listening to was now much louder, and much closer. It crackled above them menacingly, and sounded a lot like the ripping apart of canvas right before a loud bang. Another loud crack of thunder announced itself directly above them and the wind picked up speed frighteningly fast. Kara was gathering the used spool of barbed wire and her tools in her hands when the revolving sound of a siren reached their ears. It moved toward them and then seemed to move away, and then back and away again. Kara had spun on her heels and was looking at the sky when Lena clapped her hands over her ears.

"Alright, we need to move." Kara hollered over the cacophony of noises and gestured toward the sky with a thumb. "That siren means take cover."

"Take cover? Take cover from what!" Lena shouted.

Kara's mouth moved in the shape of a laugh as another loud boom of thunder rang out overhead. "First tornado?" She replied loudly with a hand over her eyes, searching off into the distance.

"A what?! Kara! Let's go back to the truck!" She turned to run, but the blonde quickly lunged to grab her by the wrist.

"Listen to me—" Kara insisted, shielding her face from the wind that was pushing hard against them now. "The truck is a bad idea at this point. We need to go down. Follow me and keep up, okay?" She placed Lena's hand in her own and laced their fingers. Suddenly, the sky opened up and began to rain down onto them without mercy. Neither of them had much time to react before they were both soaked through and through. Lena ran as fast as her legs would take her over uneven and rocky terrain and Kara made sure to hold onto her tight as she guided her through the stinging sheets of rain.

Leaves, small branches and other bits of debris were starting to fly past them at a startling speed. Lena was officially scared. Her vision was blurred from all the commotion, and she could swear that there was a single moment where the rain hung in the air as if suspended in time before promptly changing direction and flying the other way. Lena was praying that they were at least near their destination by now. She trusted Kara with everything at this point, including her life.

Suddenly Kara had stopped in front of what looked like a small hill and was lifting a large, heavy metal door upward and away from the ground. The blonde hooked an arm out for Lena and shouted for her to get inside. Lena peeked downward through the open door and saw large concrete steps that led down into darkness, and Kara urged her again to go down. Though she was frightened, she listened and compelled her feet to move forward. Lena figured that if there were ever a time to do anything when someone yelled, it was definitely this. At the bottom of the steps where she met the darkness, Lena turned around to witness Kara's silhouette against the only available light from the outside as the blonde pulled at the door with every ounce of her strength against the screaming wind.

Kara was pulling hard but could barely get it to move. Then, the strong gusts of wind must have lagged briefly, because the door finally came down with a loud slam, immediately throwing them into complete darkness. Next, Lena heard a loud latch chambering and then her ears trained on the sound of steps and heavy panting coming from in front of her.

"Kara—" Lena began.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Kara asked, sounding somewhat panicked. Without being able to see her, hearing her frantic voice scared Lena more than anything. If Kara was scared, then she definitely should be.

"I'm okay, hang on—" Lena said, swallowing past her fear. She then pulled out her phone from her back pocket, thankful beyond words for its waterproof case. She tapped the flashlight on, and surprisingly it shone brightly enough to illuminate the small storm cellar that Kara had led them to. Now that she could see the blonde and read the look on her face, Lena was able to calm herself. Though, she had a feeling Kara experienced much of the same, just by the way she looked at her.

A few cluttered work benches and various farm equipment pieces littered the back space of the concrete lined cellar, but here they were. Safe. Lena placed her phone face down so the light shining from its back pointed up at the ceiling. The thunder outside the storm cellar was continuously loud, and Lena could swear that walls around them rumbled with each boom. Kara was wringing the water from her hair in small twists when she spoke again, "I'm sorry you got rained on. This day's not turnin' out to be anything like what I had planned in my head."

Lena shook her head and tossed her own hair with her fingers. "It's alright, it's not your fault I got a little wet." She chuckled then over the sound of another boom. "At least this time."

Kara's head snapped up to look at her then, which made Lena suddenly realize that she had said the words out loud instead of silently to herself. She froze. Kara had taken the few steps forward and was just out of arm's reach now.

Lena's heart began to race again. She knew that today was the last bit of time she would have with Kara, and that by tomorrow she'd likely never have another reason to pass through that miniscule, little speck of a town again. Lena suddenly realized that she would miss the sound of Kara's laugh. She would miss making her laugh. She was going to miss the sound of her voice altogether, and that saddened her. A tightness in her chest formed, and Lena flung herself forward toward passionate oblivion one last time.

Crashing into her lips, Lena let Kara kiss her in a way that stole nearly all the breath from her lungs. It was a needy and desperate aching to be touched by Kara that drove her nearly mad. To Lena, the unspoken intimacy between them when they were close like this felt powerful enough to level mountains. She knew she had to tread carefully, but God, did she ever want to climb.

Kara's hands wrapped themselves around the tops of each of her hips in a way that felt possessive, and very, very sure of what they wanted. She was pushing her backward, and Lena's feet did what they could to follow. Seconds later, the small of Lena's back came into contact with the smooth edge of a table, making the raven-haired woman jump with a tiny, surprised gasp. Kara then spun her to face it with one swift motion and Lena's palms smacked flat on its surface to catch her weight.

With one hand gripping the back of her neck and another at her hip, Kara bent her forward over the table.

"Oh- fuck…" Lena cried out.

Kara pulled at her roughly, bringing her ass firmly against the crotch of her jeans. The exhaled breath from a low growl fell upon the shell of Lena's ear then, making her shiver. This felt more like the first time they came falling into each other in Lena's room at the bed and breakfast. Except that this time, they knew the lay of each other's bodies slightly more than before. It was still clumsy like their first time, but it was absolutely on purpose. Kara didn't seem to care what kind of mess they made or what they were about to break. Apparently after the apple orchard, Kara felt more free to do the things that her body told her to do. And that was to take Lena by the neck, and squeeze.

Loud booms of thunder echoed over the sound of quickened blood rushing behind her ears. Lower in her chest, Lena's heart beat so hard that she thought it might burst at any moment. The edges of her vision slowly began to grow blurry, and in turn, the fierce aching between her legs began to grow more intense. Kara's hand fit magnificently around the front of her throat from thumb to fingertip, and it appeared that she knew exactly when to let go. As she did, Lena dragged in a ragged gasp and searched blindly with her hands behind her for Kara. She found the smooth plane of Kara's jaw and then pulled her down to her neck where the blonde sank her teeth just beneath the hair on her nape. Kara was testing the waters, but Lena wanted her to dive.

"Kara—" Lena said with another gasp as she turned her head. "I want to ask you to do something for me…"

"What is it?" Kara's voice was low against her neck still.

"I want you to fuck me like I belong to you. Fuck me like you love me. Do it, and it can stay down here forever…" She stretched lithely against Kara, rutting her hips and earning another patient growl from her. "As long as we're down here… I want to know that I'm yours."

A pause. "I can do that."

Kara took a handful of Lena's damp hair at the back of her head and pulled, wrenching another loud moan out of Lena which bounced off the bare walls of the cellar. Kara's other hand reached around to the front of Lena's shorts and had them unbuttoned and zippered down in seconds. She then shoved her hand inside and found that Lena was drenched, and not just from the rain. The raven-haired woman sucked the air through her clenched teeth when Kara began running circles around her clit. Her hips bucked wildly against her, unable to control the intense bolting sensations that shot through her every time Kara's fingers swiped her in just the right way.

As Kara began to work her way lower, the hand gripping her hair pulled harder, craning Lena's head back against her shoulder. The curve of her neck was delicious, and Kara ran her tongue along it up to Lena's ear.

Lena vibrated with the sensation of being completely at Kara's mercy and to her great satisfaction, Kara seemed to be doing all of the things she asked of her. Her hands said "This is mine" in a way that no one else had even come close to.

"Spread your legs, baby." Kara commanded, and with a shiver of a whimper, Lena obeyed. Kara then pushed two fingers inside of her with an unforgiving force behind them.

Whether it was the element of danger, the howling of wind or being handled in such a way that made her feel as though her molecules were being rearranged, Lena made no attempt to subdue her voice as it leapt from her throat. She'd never fantasized about asking someone she barely knew to fuck her as if they loved her, but it'd had been so easy to just ask.

From the way Kara was hooking her fingers inside of her, and how tight her cunt was clenched around them, she knew that she would cum soon and there would be no delaying it. She was helpless to stop it. The blonde suddenly released her hold of Lena's hair and flattened her hand against her sternum.

"Tell me its mine." Kara said, pulling Lena hard into her front as she continued to plunge inside of her.

"Oh, it's yours—" Lena began to repeat in between moans without hesitation. "It's yours, it's all yours…"

Suddenly, Lena was bent forward and pressed flat against the table. "Hah…!"

Her eyes tilted to the back of her skull in an instant. God, she was going to cum so hard. She felt how hard her nipples were against the surface of the table, the cold from her rain soaked shirt pebbling them into small, rock hard pointed tips. A hand between her shoulder blades kept her held down as she mewled wantonly from the sensation of Kara removing her fingers from inside of her.

The blonde then leaned down on top of her and spoke huskily next to her ear again, "Good girl."

Instead of reaching around in front, Kara pushed a thumb inside of her, hooking it against the soft, pillowy button of her g-spot. Simultaneously, she crooked her forefinger over Lena's sensitive clit and moved it as if she were pulling a trigger. It drove Lena mad enough that she began to see spots in her vision. Realizing that she hadn't taken a breath from being so overwhelmed, the raven-haired woman struggled hard to pull air into her lungs. Finally, she managed a strangled gasp and wailed for her impending orgasm.

"Oh fuck- I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum—" She cried, smacking the top of the table with a palm. "Say it… say it Kara, please…"

Seeming to understand exactly what she wanted to hear, Kara had her upright again and turned around in her arms to stand face to face once more. Lena clung to her with barely a shred of strength, and if not for Kara's hand reaching between them once again, she would have collapsed into a pile of bones onto the dusty floor of the storm cellar.

"I love you." Kara said as she entered her a last time, three fingers stretching and thrusting as deep as she could give them.

The words had been said as if they were true and rang deep with devotion in Lena's ears. One by one the senses in her body shut off. First sight, then sound, then touch, smell, and taste. Lena left her body for the entirety of her climax, only tumbling back into it clumsily whenever the strong pulse between her legs began to subside. The absence of existing on a material plane was an act that she'd never experienced before, and wherever it was that she ended up for those several seconds was somewhere entirely between the earthly realm, and one unknown.

Panted breath fell hot against her mouth as Lena fluttered her eyelids open into the dim light of the cellar. Kara, red cheeked with tufts of wispy flaxen hair falling in her eyes, locked eyes with her. Then, a smile.

"Was that alright?" The blonde asked, her shortness of breath returning to normal.

Lena's voice apparently had not yet checked back in with her body, so a fervent agreeing nod took its place.

"Good." Kara smiled again. "I've not done that with anyone before, and I'll admit… I liked it."

Swallowing past the parched dryness of her mouth, Lena licked her lips with a second attempt to speak. "Done what before?"

Kara threw her eyes down to Lena's shorts and buttoned them gingerly, seemingly unable to look Lena in the eyes as she answered, "Said 'I love you' to someone I've only known all of three days." She cleared her throat then as she made one last quick gesture with pulling Lena's zipper back up. "But I uh- I didn't see the harm in a little roleplay, er, fantasy or whatever."

Lena trapped a giggle in her throat. "But you've done everything else?"

"What d'you mean?" The blonde asked, scrawling a puzzled look over her face.

Lena merely flitted her eyes downward toward where Kara's hand had just been; Inside of her, outside of her, splitting her apart like a cheap door…

The blonde tossed her brow upward in recognition and then chuckled beneath her breath. "Um, well yeah. A time or two."

A laugh echoed back from the other end of the cellar. "A time or two, she says."

Kara's cheeks tinted with a bright red color again. She seems pleased with herself, Lena thought as she tried again and again to catch the blue eyes of the woman standing in front of her.

If not a little bashful… but so, so cute.

Lena decided to diffuse the awkwardness with a peck of a kiss on Kara's chin. Finally, blue eyes lifted to meet her own, and what followed was another kiss. Kara's lips felt like they radiated warmth directly from the sun as long arms reached around to embrace her. What was holding each other for a moment after a little cataclysmic, life-changing sex, anyway? Kara was so sturdy, much like the many oak trees that Lena had seen these past few days. She resembled them in the way that they were strong, and resilient, and Lena felt so safe to be beneath her. Even despite the fact that they were nearly plucked off the ground by a flash tornado just a short while before. In fact, if it hadn't been for Kara, Lena very well could have been grievously injured, or killed, even.

Lena felt as though she had stumbled her way into something that was right. And that everything she had been doing in her life before this tiny little town was somehow a farce. Had she found some sort of pocket dimension that would disappear as soon as she left it? The thought terrified her. More so, the image of Kara and her sweet, summer smile fizzling out of existence terrified her.

Why does this feel so impossible?

How am I ever going to leave…?