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“Kara darling, could you help me out with this?” Lena calls out from the spot of shade under the big oak tree in their backyard, away from the hot summer heat of July 1947. It’s been two years since the war, and Lena and Kara are the happiest they have ever been. They have their own house now in a small town known as Dedham, located in Essex.
Kara gives no answer to Lena’s question, all she does is walk over to the motorcycle Lena is working on. Upon inspection, she realizes Lena needed help flipping the bike over so it was on its wheels again (Lena insists on doing it that way, as it’s easier to work with. It’s less bothersome now that she has Kara with her).
“Is that all?” Kara asks, and receives a happy nod from Lena. “Kiss as a thank you?” She said, only joking. But Lena did it anyways. Soft, sweet, and short, as always.
They stand close together underneath the tree, looking up at the clear blue summer sky, admiring it in comfortable silence for a good while. Kara finally looks down to find emerald green eyes already looking at her.
“Hey there, Queenie.” She says with a smile, and Lena does the same. “It’s a great day out. Perfect for a flight over the town. What do you say?”
All Lena has to do is nod her head, and then they’re on the way to the Nayland Airfield, just 10 kilometers from their home in Dedham, and in no less than ten minutes, the couple arrive at their destination.
They get off the newly repaired motorcycle and head for the hangar, where the Tiger Moth they would be flying was located. It was painted mostly black, with yellow on the bottom.
Kara gets into the pilot seat, but not before helping Lena in. Kara makes it out of the hangar, and into the clear blue, afternoon sky. The sun hangs high above them, and it feels like they’re the only two people in the world. Just Lena and Kara against the world, and it a sense- it is. It always has been, since the war. But in this moment, in this little biplane, it doesn’t feel like that anymore. It’s the most at-home either of them have ever felt, and they revel in that as long as they can.
As she flies above one of many empty fields in the region, Kara is reminded of the dream she had in Ormaie, three years ago. She realizes that this moment is just as she had imagined in the dream, except she can’t kiss Lena. They are in a biplane, after all.
But that doesn’t matter. Nothing does. Not right now, anyways. And as Kara looks ahead of her, she is at peace. Everything is good and the world, just like in the dream she has so badly wanted to live out with Lena.