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Kinsey responded instantly with a wet emoji. Cassidy spluttered out a laugh, then dropped her phone and crawled back into Lane’s lap.
“It’s okay, you know,” Lane said, wrapping their arms around her. “That you and Kinsey love each other too.”
“It’s different-” Cassidy started, slightly alarmed at how well Lane had read the situation, but they just squeezed her tight.
“I know. Turns out you like girls too though, huh?”
Cassidy’s face turned red. She’d never known if Lane had picked up on that vibe.
“That doesn’t mean that I have to do anything about it,” she said.
Lane kissed the side of her neck. “I mean, I’d totally have a threesome with you and another girl if you wanted,” they announced.
Cassidy turned all the way around to glare at them. “I bet you would,” she said and they laughed.
“Not Kinsey though,” they said. “That’d be too weird.”
“Jesus, Lane.” Cassidy wished her face would cool down. “I’m not going to have sex with Kinsey, whether you’re there or not.”
“Some other girl though would be fine, if you wanted to.”
“I don’t!”
“Okay. Just putting it out there.” Lane watched her face and took a casual sip of wine. She rolled her eyes and turned and rested back in their arms again.
They were quiet for a while, just watching the stars. Lane leaned in again. “I could just be there, if you want. Like I wouldn’t have to touch them if that’s what’s making you uncomfortable.”
“Lane!” She cried, but she was smiling though.
“Don’t say I never do anything for you.” They shrugged. “God knows how much I’d suffer having to see my hot girlfriend naked with another hot naked girl. All those breasts, ugh. My poor eyes.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Cassidy informed them. She looked out at the stars for a while. “I’ll let you know,” she added.
She felt Lane grin as they pressed another kiss along the nape of her neck, then wine forgotten, they pulled her back inside the tent.
Lane, it turned out, had packed really well. It was late that evening when the two of them disentangled and ate an over the top picnic feast from a cooler so large it looked like needed a crane to get it up the tower.
“Literally what would you have done if the farmer who owns this field had shown up and ruined your plans?”
“Burt knows them,” they said, grinning. “Turns out they’re some cool old lesbians. They wished me luck in getting my girl back, and also baked us this sourdough.” Lane gestured at her sandwich and Cassidy laughed.
“I’m glad I didn’t tell you to go fuck yourself,” she said. “That would have been a sad feat, getting all this stuff down without even getting laid.”
“Was that an option?” Lane asked.
“You literally could have just shown up anytime and said you loved me, and I would have been yours,” Cassidy said. “No artisanal bread required.”
“Huh.” Lane said. They tried to confiscate her sandwich back out of her hand and she snatched it back.
Slowly they caught up on all they’d missed out.
“I applied for eight early childcare jobs,” Lane told her. “My grades were perfect, my experience is sound, my references are glowing, but no one will hire me.”
“Lane,” Cassidy said softly, her heart cracking in her chest.
“Turns out being trans and non-binary isn’t popular in kindergartens right now,” Lane said, their voice low.
“It’s their fucking loss,” Cassidy told them. “You’re brilliant with kids. And some of those little kids desperately need to have someone like you in their life. Do they think people turn eighteen and then magically become queer or something? God, that makes me angry. Fuck Tennessee.”