I've never had sex in a thunderstorm before.

After several hours of driving, Eve and Villanelle  traveled along a protracted and winding road that passed by glistening lakes, towering mountain ranges, and lush, green forests.

The blonde was looking out the window, deep in thought, when Eve's hands tensed up on the wheel, and she couldn't help but look over at her.

Never had she felt more alive or liberated. The blonde  turned to face her girlfriend as if sensing her gaze, her hazel eyes glistening in the dim light.

Her voice was low and seductive as she questioned, "What are you thinking about?"

The brunette forced a hard swallow as she felt the warmth rising on her cheeks.

Villanelle said, her teeth shining in the light as she grinned and said, "You."

"Good," she uttered as she extended her hand to touch Eve's thigh.

Eve's body experienced a jolt of pleasure from the electric touch.

The young woman was hot to the touch, and she could smell her perfume, which was enticing.

Nothing would have satisfied her more than for her to lean over and kiss her, examining every part of her body with her hands and lips.

Villanelle leaned in close, her breath hot against Eve's ear, as if sensing her desire.

She muttered, "I want you," and raised her hand to Eve's breast.

A rush of arousal rushed through Eve's body as she gasped.

When she turned to look out the window, she realized that storm clouds were getting closer and that raindrops were starting to fall heavily.

The blonde woman was unable to resist the temptation any longer, despite the risky conditions of the road, and stopped the car on the side of the road without saying a word as the rain lashed against the windows.

She climbed onto Eve's lap after unbuckling her seatbelt and straddling her with a ravenous appetite Their tongues tangled together with an almost violent ferocity as their mouths came together in a passionate kiss.

The young woman was exploring every inch of her lover's skin with a touch that was at once rough and tender. A symphony of fervor and desire could be heard as the sound of the drops hitting the car's roof was audible.

Eve could feel the tension rising within her as the pressure grew with each passing second.

She yearned to cave in and give in to the pleasure raging through her body.

Yet she was unable to release her grip.

She screamed, "Wait!" and backed away from her lover's mouth.

"Let's head outside." The blonde slowly stood up and followed her outside, wondering what was going on. As they stepped out into the fresh air, they noticed that the sky was starting to turn a deep shade of purple.

The sky was a canvas of dark, brooding clouds, and the rain fell in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, each droplet a shivering caress on the skin. It was in this world of shadows and wet whispers that Eve and Villanelle found themselves, their bodies drawing closer as their breaths mingled in the damp air.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips. "Eve, you're such a tease," she murmured, her voice a sultry caress  on the nape of the brunette's  neck.

"I am no such thing."

"Oh yes, you are." She kissed Eve, her legs slotting neatly between hers. "This is what I wanted," Villanelle said softly, pushing at her lover's  waist, arms sliding up until they encircled Eve's shoulders, hands cupping her neck, kissing her lightly. The brunette closed her eyes, absorbing her girlfriend's sweet kisses. It was such an intimate gesture; she could feel Villanelle everywhere: hot breath against her ear, fingertips brushing against the back of her neck, sliding over the pulse point just below her jawline, down her throat.

The scent of rain and nature surrounded them, the scent becoming more intense the longer they were pressed together, clinging tightly to one another. Suddenly, Villanelle dropped to her knees and began to work her way up her girlfriend's body with her lips and tongue, kissing and licking her through her wet clothes. 

 With a final, desperate tug, Villanelle ripped away Eve's wet clothes, exposing her naked body to the rain and to her own hungry gaze. She ran her hands over Eve's skin, exploring every inch of her with a fierce, carnal hunger, her palms finding the flesh hidden beneath, urging Eve to open for her heat, filling every inch of her body where Villanelle's touch burned. The only sound was the heavy patter of rain, steady as a heartbeat, and the breathing of two lovers  who were dying for one another.

There was no music, no murmurs or moans, just their bodies in the throes of desire, pushing towards each other and opening to receive each other. Eve gasped softly, watching with hungry eyes as Villanelle continued. In a stroke of lightning, she was suddenly thrust backwards, sliding Eve's arms, landing gracefully on the thick green carpet, turning around in slow motion, a smirk stretching wide across her lips, twisting and curling with her satisfaction.

"You've been teasing me long enough," her lover  breathed, standing, her knees cracking audibly as she straightened. Eve couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Oh, please, like you weren't enjoying every second of it." 

The sound of her own breath caught in her throat, nerves buzzing, and her heart hammering in her chest. "Please," she whispered, swallowing hard, knowing that the tone of her voice must have betrayed her trepidation.

Villanelle gazed at her for a moment, her head tilting to the side, before taking a step closer, making Eve close her eyes as she slid one finger into her mouth, stroking it gently over her tongue. setting her senses alight with delight. When she was done, the tip was glistening with her lover's saliva.

The Asian woman  opened her eyes to look at her lover. Her lips curled upward again, a lascivious smirk crossing her lovely features, and then she leaned forward and pressed her mouth onto Eve's, claiming her with  ardor. There was heat in this kiss—the kind that lit fires deep inside her, that drew tears to her eyes, that gripped her tight and held her fast. 

The feeling, at first electric, became ever more insistent, growing and intensifying, and the sound of the rain turned into a roaring roar. When it finally ended, when Eve was wrung out, she collapsed to the ground, lying back, enjoying the sensation of being warm and cradled, arms curled around her knees, chin resting on the tops of her thighs.

Villanelle knelt beside her, nudging her shoulder with her knee. "Don't move." And with those words, she pushed a stray strand of hair behind Eve's ear, pulling at the lobe tenderly.

She bent down to kiss Eve again, but this time she did not press a full-on kiss; this time she merely touched her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was the gentlest of brushes against her lips, causing her to shudder and swallow convulsively. Their mouths met, tongues tangled, lips swollen and pliant, and they locked in a sensual kiss. She tasted the rain, moss, flowers, starlight, and the faintest hints of citrus, lingering on the delicate skin of her tongue.

 Eve groaned and sank her teeth into Villanelle's bottom lip, grazing it with her sharp incisors, and all the while Villanelle made low noises, stroking and petting her bare skin.

They both slipped and fell on the damp grass, landing on top of each other. As the kiss got rougher and deeper, their faces leaned in closer. 

Eve groaned with delight as her body quivered in reaction to Villanelle's carefree tongue motions. She plunged her naked breasts into the cold, moist earth, her hair flowing freely about her body. Water trickled down her back. For a moment, the sounds of the raindrops were muffled, reduced to a gentle whisper, and the darkness concealed their shape. Then it faded away, until the world returned to its usual soundtrack, the sound becoming louder as they moved. Their bodies swayed lazily together, still entangled in each other, their hips brushing softly.

They were lost in the moment, in the frenzy of their desire, as they searched for a place to satisfy their lust, the wet grass beneath them  sucking at their clothes, molding to their nakedness.

They kept going, heads tilted forward, arms flung around each other, gasping and groaning as the slippery grass dragged at their legs, wet thongs torn free, lips sucking fiercely. Everything began to blur as if they were underwater, moving languidly in rhythm with one another, melting into each other. Nothing seemed quite real anymore; their skin was stained red, and fire painted across the sky.

The Asian woman clung to Villanelle as they stumbled into a place to continue loving each other, listening to the rain. Eve bit down on her lower lip, blood rushing hotly to her cheeks, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Somehow, despite the overwhelming emotion swirling in her chest, it seemed perfectly natural to lie here, beneath a huge, ancient oak, in front of a stormy night. 

But it was just the two of them—the stars above, the smell of wet earth beneath their fingernails, and the slick blades of grass brushing against her bare thighs, washing away the evidence of their passion.

For a long time they lay there, kissing, touching, and straining upwards against one another until their stomachs pressed together and they were both gasping.  Then they simply lay there, listening to the sounds of nature beyond their little enclave:  the crunch of dry leaves underfoot, the rustling branches of the trees, and the thunder of rainfall splattering against the earth .

Villanelle loved nothing more than giving pleasure to Eve. She loved the taste and scent of her and the way her body moved beneath her touch. As she knelt before her, her tongue and lips exploring every inch of her sex, Villanelle's tongue darted and probed between Eve's folds, deftly moving over her girlfriend's swollen clit as she sucked and licked with abandon, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Eve came, her hips bucking as Villanelle continued to devour her with her mouth. 
Slowly and deliberately, the young woman withdrew, lying flat against the ground. She sighed heavily, spreading her limbs out like a lazy goddess, splayed across the land. Eve was speechless. She watched, transfixed and enthralled by the sight of her in all her naked glory and by the simple act of being near her.

Villanelle looked beautiful. sultry, mysterious, and intoxicating in ways that Eve couldn't explain.  She lay on her stomach, propped up on one elbow, looking intently at her lover, who was staring at her as well. 

Eventually, their breathing slowed, the rain easing to a calm and steady patter against the window. Eve shifted and sat up. After a few minutes, she reached out tentatively, tracing the line of Villanelle's body with her fingertips. She paused when she felt Villanelle flinch slightly at her touch, and she took hold of her girlfriend's arm and raised it until it rested in the crook of her neck.

Eve  blinked and looked up at her curiously, her expression unreadable. A soft smile curled her lips. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I don't know," the blonde replied, laughing softly and leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "To find somewhere to sleep? Somewhere to get out of this wind? I'll figure it out." She nodded emphatically. "Let's stay here just a little longer." Said Eve, wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly, one hand buried in her girlfriend's wet hair.

Villanelle hummed softly. "So this is what it feels like to be taken care of," she said.

It was, in fact, the best feeling in the world, being held like that, warmed by her girlfriend's softness, a blanket of comfort surrounding her. She could lie here forever.

"Villanelle?" Eve asked gently.

The young woman  furrowed her brows as she saw the emotion in her girlfriend's eyes. She felt the apprehension rising within her.

"What is it?" she whispered.

"You're safe here." “I'm right here." Eve stroked her hand across Villanelle's chest, taking her in. She watched as a single tear trickled down Villanelle's cheek. She turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge it. But the effect of those words sank deep into her soul.

Eve held out her hand, coaxing her lover toward her. "Come here," she said softly.

Slowly, Villanelle crawled towards her, bringing her to lie beside Eve.

"I'll never leave you." Eve leaned over and kissed her gently. "You know that, don't you? 

"Yes." Villanelle grabbed Eve's hand, squeezing her fingers reassuringly. "I promise."

Their lips locked once again.

Eve groaned in bliss, their foreheads touching.

It wasn't enough. not nearly enough. Not when their bodies needed the kind of closeness that would come from connecting flesh to flesh.

slowly, their lips kissing and nuzzling along the way. Finally, their mouths closed together.

Their tongues danced in rhythm as their hips rocked against each other. Each thrust increased the excitement until the last shudders wracked through both of their bodies.

The blonde gave a satisfied moan, feeling the effects of the orgasm that had swept through her. Eve's arms encircled her waist, embracing her tightly as their legs intertwined, allowing their lower bodies to touch one another. They were flush against each other. Everything was perfect.

As the storm slowly came to a stop, the lovers made their way back to the car, hand in hand. Their clothes were soaked, their hair plastered to their faces, but they were both grinning from ear to ear. Eve unlocked the doors with a click of a button, and they climbed inside the car, shivering with the cold.

Villanelle turned on the heat, and they sat in silence for a moment, relishing the warmth. Then,  turned to the brunette with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Your hair is a mess," she teased.

. Eve rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Well, it's not my fault you were trying to drown me out there," she replied, playfully poking Villanelle's side.

The blonde chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on Eve's lips. "I'll make it up to you," she murmured, her lips brushing against Eve's ear.

"Is that so?" Eve replied, her voice low and husky. Villanelle leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, yes," she said, her eyes sparkling. "But first, let's dry off and get back on the road."

. "Okay, then. "Let's get going," the brunette said, starting the car and pulling back onto the road. As they drove away from the storm, the sun began to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the countryside.

The couple got back in the vehicle after their rainy, hot rendezvous and drove off. The rain stopped falling as they continued on their journey, and the sun eventually broke through the clouds.

"Wow, that was intense," Eve said with a laugh, breaking the silence.

Villanelle grinned. "You're telling me." "I've never had sex in a thunderstorm before."

Eve chuckled. "Me neither, but I wouldn't mind doing it again."

Villanelle raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

The brunette grinned. "Yes, really.  "But first, let's find a place to stay for the night."

As they drove, they came across a charming little town nestled in the mountain, and they decided to stop and explore, eventually stumbling upon a cozy little house available for rent.

"This is perfect," Eve said, admiring the quaint interior.

Villanelle nodded in agreement. "I love it." "It's cozy and romantic."

They settled in and spent the evening cuddling up on the couch, sipping wine, and watching the fire crackle in the fireplace.

Villanelle stirred, her hand sliding down Eve's back to rest on her hip. "That was fun," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Eve chuckled. "Fun is one way to describe it." 

Villanelle grinned. "Oh, come on, Eve. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that." 

Eve rolled her eyes. "Of course I did. I always enjoy it when you make me scream."

 Villanelle leaned in to kiss her, her lips soft and playful. "I knew you couldn't resist me," she said, her voice teasing. 

Eve snorted. "Please, Villanelle. I could resist you if I wanted to." 

Villanelle raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I think I could convince you otherwise." Eve laughed. "You wish." Villanelle rolled over, straddling Eve's hips. “Oh, I don't just wish, Eve. I know.”

As the night wore on, the passion between them reignited, and they spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies.