Violet pulled the Honda over to the side of the lane-and-a-half gravel road, bringing it to a halt between the sand and the desert sky. She broke the seal on the orange juice in the very slightly sticky cupholder and took a healthy swig. "Cheers," she said to the sunset.
The reds and oranges faded from the rocks, then the high cirrus clouds. When the most prominent light in the sky was Venus, immodest eveningstar, making a big deal of her brightness and beauty, Violet set her drink back down and unbuckled her seatbelt.
Most of the junk in the backseat was piled to the passenger side. Violet worked the catch behind the headrest on the driver's side, and the seat clicked loose and leaned forward. Shapes and movement in the darkness thus revealed, and then the starlight catching in the lenses of an owlishly large pair of spectacles.
"Just sleeping?" Violet asked, in a tone implying that she was fairly sure the answer was no.
"There was only one car trunk," Daria monotoned.
"Oh," said another voice farther into the shadows, rough and gleeful, "don't pretend you're not tempted."
Violet began, "You can start the campfire, right—"
"First things first," Daria told her, floating up to pull her in close.
Jane's irises flared with blue-white internal glow as her hand slid up the small of Daria's back. "Much better this way," she said.
Daria withdrew her lips from Violet's, just barely, turned midair so that Jane's hand slipped over her skin and came to rest beside and just below her navel. She laid her left hand upon it and stretched her right arm around to caress Violet's shoulder up to her neck, foreshadowing with fingernails where fangs would explore in a few hours. "Much," Daria agreed.