"I can't believe you!" Lena screamed at her, and the anger in her eyes was powerful enough for even the Kryptonian to flinch, and stumble backwards. The Luthor took a step towards her and for all of Kara's strength she couldn't seem to find any in that moment and took a hesitant step back. "Did you really think we'd still be friends once I found out?" this time she didn't scream, that only made it worse though. The calm coolness, the quiet, contained rage only hurt Kara more than screaming could. Then came the laughing.
Luthors and Kryptonians. Destined to clash.
Kara raised both hands in protest and began to sputter nonsensical statements about the reasons she'd hidden her identity from one of her former best friends. The usual reasons all came out; she was trying to protect Lena, it wasn't just for Lena but for everyone in Kara's life. The less people that knew the safer they would be, she felt like it wasn't her secret to tell and of course the most important one of all…"I knew you'd react like this." she said, as though knowing someone's reaction beforehand justified lying and hiding a part of themselves. Out of everyone, Lena was the worst person she could have lied to. Not because of her Luthor heritage; she'd shown herself loyal to her friends as opposed to her family. The reason was because lying to her was only liable to hurt her more than anyone. She'd spent a lifetime being lied to by those who were supposed to be her friends and now it had happened once more by someone she'd willingly opened up to.
None of Kara's excuses made a dent in the Luthor's warpath towards the Girl of Steel, and she unsheathed a knife from her belt that Kara hadn't even noticed. A knife was nothing, truthfully, not to Supergirl so it took the blonde a moment to realize why she should be worried about the knife at all. She felt it before she saw it, that sickening feeling bubbling up in her chest. The way her blood began to burn, thin green lines appearing on her skin from even being in proximity to the toxic, Kryptonian killing substance. She had opened her mouth to speak but had ended up gagging instead. Her hand, which had been held out in front of her as she'd tried to explain, instinctively came to her chest as though to protect her heart. Soon Kara was out of space to flee as her back hit the wall, and she whimpered as Lena reached out with the knife.
"I want to see your true face." she whispered, speaking so calmly that Kara was filled with dread again. The knife seemed to become radioactive-like as it approached the flesh of the one type of being it was capable of killing and Kara released a painful squeak as the knife dragged along her cheek, cutting her skin and exposing her blood to Lena. It dripped down her cheek in one slow line, and drops began falling from her face to begin a very tiny pool on the ground. The weaponless hand came up next, grabbing Kara's glasses and tossing them to the ground, Lena promptly stepping on them after for what Kara could only assume was effect. "I hate you Kara Zor-El."
With those words uttered out loud Lena thrust the knife forward and Kara's eyes widened. She lurched forward, putting all of her weight on Lena in an effort the push her assailant out of the way but she had no luck there. Instead she ended up leaned upon the girl, her chin resting on Lena's shoulder. She gripped into the back of Lena's shirt, fingers feebly digging into the fabric and pulling with no hint of strength whatsoever. Her stomach was warm, and surprisingly the pain faded until that's all there was. Warmth. What followed the warmth was darkness and with that darkness came the most chilling sound Kara had ever heard. The laughter of a former friend as she died, clutched within her arms.
And then there was screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. The Kryptonian cursed under her breath as she tried to slow her breathing. It took several moments, but it was a huge relief to know that it had only been a dream, no matter how real it had felt. The problem was in the fact that it was quickly becoming a recurring one. That was the third time in the last week that Kara had experienced the same dream, and it didn't get easier as time went on. She knew why she was having them too. Ever since they'd dealt with Reign, Kara had distanced herself from Lena. Not a day went by where she didn't feel guilty for doing so. It was just so hard for her. She wasn't able to reconcile the fact that Lena loves spending time with Kara Danvers but seemingly hated Supergirl.
In all fairness hate may be too strong a term, it was more like… Intense dislike. Kara wasn't even able to blame her because it was Supergirl who was in the wrong. She'd lost it a little; but when it came to Kryptonite it seemed better to be safe than sorry. She'd hated that tension afterwards. The snide comments, the back and forth and worst of all the lack of trust. Lena had actually worked fairly hard in order to gain Supergirl's trust. It had meant a lot to her because of her brother's history with the Man of Steel. She'd worked, and worked and worked and had succeeded. Or so she'd thought. She'd trusted Supergirl, and Supergirl had asked Lena's boyfriend to betray her trust and spy on her. The whole thing was shady. And rude. And… Not okay.
At first Kara thought the two would be fine, it didn't have to affect their friendship. It did though. Because they were such close friends of course Lena felt comfortable enough to vent her frustrations to Kara. 'Supergirl this' and 'Supergirl that'. It wasn't quite as petty as Kara made it sound. Lena wasn't petty, not at all. She was a hard worker, and something of a genius and each point she brought up was so meticulously thought out that even Kara, who had tried to act as Supergirl's advocate, had to admit that Lena was succeeding in making her supposed better half in sounding like, well, a bitch.
A ding from her phone brought Kara out of daydream land. It was from Lena. 'We still on for Lunch?' it asked, and Kara frowned slightly. The Girl of Steel had no intention of being late, but wasn't it a bit early to schedule a check in? Then she noticed the time displayed at the top of her phone and gasped. She was supposed to be there in ten minutes. Then came another wave of guilt as her phone screen had only one message from her, the one agreeing to go to lunch with Lena today, compared to the dozen or so from Lena checking in on her. If she were to scroll up there would be at least another dozen and no reply from Kara.. Rao, she was going to have a lot of explaining to do. It had been months since she'd even seen Lena, and the Luthor was no fool. She had to know Kara was avoiding her, since she basically had to go out of her way to not see Lena at work when she visited. She sighed, as she typed her reply. 'I'll be there :).'
The blonde didn't have much time to prepare, not really. She used her Kryptonian speed to get dressed as quickly as possible. She threw on a simple camel argyle sweater on, one she wore quite a bit and paired it with her red skirt. She left her hair down but made a point of brushing it and styling it as unsupergirl like as she possibly could. The final touch were her glasses and with a heavy sigh she was off. She'd have to rush in order to make it in time, but all in all, maybe it could be a nice day after all.
As Kara ran towards the café she could spot Lena sitting there outside, craning her neck and scanning the crowds, no doubt for Kara. The blonde began waving her arms erratically in the air, hoping to catch Lena's attention from afar. It worked too! Kara was thankful to see a smile grace Lena's lips when she caught sight of her friend and she even stood from where she was sitting. There was no hesitation as Kara approached the table. She threw her arms around Lena and pulled her into a tight hug, practically lifting the girl off the ground. There was a loud 'Oof' before Kara released her friend and gave her a bashful smile.
"That's some grip you have there." Lena said with a chuckle, and Kara took a seat, smoothing her skirt out.
"What? No. I'm not that strong." Kara replied in her too-Kara way. That meant overwhelming modesty and that awkward, cute smile that could melt event the heart of a hundred worked on most humans too, as an added bonus. She noticed the drink, then, and she gripped the cup with both hands and brought it up to her mouth, taking that first sip with a grateful hum. "Would you believe me if I told you I just woke up?"
"Kara Danvers, running late? Since when?" Lena smirked, comfortably going back into her own seat. Her eyes danced with mirth as she took a sip of her own drink, and though Kara would have no way of knowing Lena was feeling happier than she had in weeks. It had been far too long since she'd had a chance to catch up with her friend.
"It's been known to happen… From time to time." and with that the two shared a playful grin. Time began flying by, and before the two knew it they'd been sitting there at least a couple of hours. Kara felt silly for having ever been worried, and she knew more than ever that avoiding Lena had been a poor decision. She could hardly remember why she'd wanted to in the first place. Things hadn't been easy for Lena since they'd stopped talking though.
"... And unfortunately it led to us both realizing a relationship just isn't really a good idea." and Kara felt even worse for not having known that Lena and Jimmy had broken up, and the look on Kara's face had Lena quickly adding, "We're still fine to work together though. It was surprisingly amicable. We're both adults, after all. I'm… Surprised you didn't know though?"
Kara nodded in turn, then frowned. "I haven't seen Jimmy much either. I've been…" She paused, knowing she would have to settle on the same excuse she always used. "Busy." she ended lamely, tensing up ever so slightly.
Lena's eyes nodded ever so slightly in turn, and though her voice barely changed in octave Kara had heard that almost imperceptible skip in the steady beat of her heart, so even though Lena sounded friendly enough Kara was pretty sure she was upset. "You've been busy so long, what's been keeping you so occupied?"
There was a pause, a pause that lasted just a little too long and both women knew it. Kara wasn't going to sit here and patronize Lena either, the Luthor was too smart for that. "Lena, I'm sorry. It's… Complicated." she began, leaning forward slightly. "I just haven't know how to-... To explain."
"So you thought you'd cut me out instead?" and just like that all pretenses were gone, Lena's voice having grown much colder without warning.
"I've been meaning to talk to you, really I have!" she sighed, "I've just been caught up in my own head."
"We're not schoolgirls Kara. I'm just trying to understand." this time she took a sip of her third refill since they'd arrived, but there was a slight… Shift. A change in pitch that, though small, spoke volumes. Lena's feelings were hurt, and Kara knew it.
"The longer I went without talking the more it seemed like I had to have a good reason, but since I didn't really I just kept delaying. I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't know how I could explain to-"
"After everything we went through with Sam? You didn't think you could talk to me? Kara, that's ridiculous. You should know me well enough to know that you can come to me with anything. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"No!" she exclaimed too quickly, and too loudly. "No." she repeated, lowering her voice. The way she'd responded only made Lena more suspicious though
"Do you need money? Is that why you couldn't talk to me?" she asked, a brow quirking upwards.
"God, Lena, no! I'-"
"Is it drugs? Did a family member pass away? Kara, it- Oh, thank you." Her voice instantly changed to Lena Luthor, public figure as she thanked the waitress for delivering her muffin. The waitress on the other hand, a pretty brunette, had this look on her face. One that said 'I was waiting until you guys didn't look so intense in discussion to deliver this, but now I stood there awkwardly for too long so interrupting was less awkward' and Lena just smiled apologetically, and Kara though she might relent a little, but her gaze turned back to the blonde Kryptonian with such an intensity that Kara almost recoiled.
"Kara, I'm not going to drop this. I think I deserve to know why you've avoided me for weeks, months really." and she picked up her knife as she spoke, absent mindedly. She wasn't even thinking about it, and really, why would she? It was a butter knife. She was going to cut her muffin in half, there was nothing odd about that. Kara's reaction, now that was odd.
The blonde could have sworn the knife flashed green for just a moment, and she inhaled sharply. She pushed back on the table, just a little too hard. The thing flew forward a few feet and pushed into Lena's chest, knocking the wind out of her. She exhaled sharply and her chair went to two legs in an almost comical fashion before she grabbed hold of the table and with a fierce forward tug steadied her chair. It wasn't just Lena who was caught off guard, several other patrons glanced their way, probably because it also had the added effect of knocking both of their drinks to the ground, and that poor waitress came rushing over with extra napkins.
Kara quickly grabbed several from her hands, "Sorry, God, I'm so sorry, sorry." she continued to apologize through the whole thing, trying to clear the dark liquid from the table, glancing nervously this way and that almost as though she expected someone to know her deepest secret based on that. She even laughed at once point, moving to shove the used tissues in the garbage, before returning and clearing her throat as she refused to look up towards Lena.
"Kara… Are you afraid of me? Enough is enough, what's going on with you?" now the normally, mostly all business Luthor seemed more concerned than ever. She reached forward and placed a hand on top of Kara's, and her thumb rubbed so softly that Kara could scarcely feel it on her, unbeknownst to Lena, unbreakable skin.
"I've just felt awkward. Everything with Sam, there was so much going on Lena. Then I started having these weird dreams about you. I didn't know how to approach you. How do you tell your best friend you've been having freaky dreams about them?" She'd forgotten to breath during that whole spiel, and once she finished Kara inhaled sharply. She felt better at least.
Even more surprising was that Lena's expression turned to one of extreme understanding, and she shifted her chair until she was sitting more beside Kara than in front of her. Her hand remained, and she even added the second to grip Kara's hand between both of hers. She squeezed tightly, and leaned forward like she had a secret to share. She glanced around to make sure no other patrons were around, and dropped her voice to a hushed whisper, and all of this just confused Kara, who had no idea what was going on.
"Kara, sweetie, it's okay. Every girl has had dreams like that at one time or another. Most have at least. Even I have." She spoke so softly, so reassuringly. Almost like she'd had this conversation before, or at least one similar.
"Uh, you have…?" Kara asked hesitantly, no doubt dubious. Lena should have no way of knowing what she was dreaming of, and the Luthor had no idea she was Supergirl. "I really doubt that…"
"Every woman experiments at some point, usually in college. Did you not?" Lena asked, and her face was completely serious. Kara began laughing, almost hysterically, going so far as to accidentally snort, but that laughter soon turned to nervous laughter and then stopped altogether. It wasn't funny, because Lena's expression was not changing from that serious, concerned one. She was serious; and Kara had just been rather rude.
"Lena, I- no!" She blurted out, and glanced around just like Lena had moments before. "No, Lena, that's not what I was talking about." she went on, speaking as quickly as her mouth would allow, her brain had skipped ahead several thousand yards though. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm all for gay rights and all that, but I've never- I'm not…" All Kara could do was let her words trail off, and then groan. Was there even a way to refute this without coming off as awful?
"You don't have to be embarrassed it's fine. We're both attractive young women, I just wish you'd come to me sooner. Things don't have to be weird anymore.
This was even worse than before, probably. Lena was so happy, hopeful. As far as she knew she'd found the problem between them and thought there wouldn't be anymore. How could Kara explain the problem had nothing to do with that? She couldn't admit that in her dream Lena stabbed her, killed her. She didn't have a choice.
Kara tilted her head. "Lena, I- yeah, you're really pretty. There's no doubt about that, you have a body like a model and the most perfect lips but I've never thought about you th-" Wait what? Kara thought to herself. Where had those thought come from, they hadn't been her main point at all, but Lena was watching Kara with a triumphant grin, because she'd won. If she was right, this opened up a whole other can of worms Kara wasn't exactly prepared to deal with, so instead she blurted out "They're dreams about you killing me." And just like that the moment was gone, and Lena's face shifted so quick even with super vision Kara probably wouldn't have caught it, and that was if she would have been trying to.
Lena withdrew her hand, as if Kara's very touch was burning her. The look of pain on her face wasn't something that came from that new alone, there was something behind that gaze, and that twinkle of delight upon seeing Kara earlier had completely faded with that… That...Desperate look. Kara's heart twinged with pain, and she reached for Lena's hand this time, but the CEO pulled her hand away quickly, and they were both left to an awkward silence, while gazing in each other's eyes.
"Look mommy, I'm a hero!" came a shriek voice from the street, and the young girl ran as fast as she could while her mother laughed. "Even Supergirl listens to her mommy sweetie." she called out after her, and the young girl just kept making whooshing sounds and rushing ahead. "No way! There's people to save!" she cried out, and Kara's heart skipped a beat. She was filled with pride at the sight, which had drawn both women's gaze, then at fear because when she turned back to Lena she seemed more upset.
"And that's the problem, isn't it?" she asked, and her voice was quivering with the strain of holding her rage at bay. "What, you think because I'm a Luthor I'm going to kill you? I told you, I didn't torture Sam by choice Kara. For God's sake, I was looking for a cure!" and with her point made, she shook her head. "I'm sorry we can't all be Supergirl!"
"Lena, no!" she cried out, and as the CEO rose from her seat so did Kara. "It's nothing to do with that." Except it was. "You don't understand." Except she kind of did, why else would Kara be having those dreams. It was entirely because of her last name… Wasn't it? "Lena, I know you're a good person."
"I saw that look in your eyes Kara… It's funny, because it's the same one your hero gave me when she found out I knew how to manufacture kryptonite." and she turned away, making her way...Out. Away. From Kara, from everything. Kara rushed her of course, and she reached for Lena's wrist, grabbing it but Lena was too quick for her, and Kara never saw it coming. She slapped Kara right across the face, as hard as she could. The sound echoed and everyone turned to them once more and poor Lena even had tears in her eyes. She couldn't know that Kara wouldn't even feel it.
And Kara had no way of knowing she would feel it. Not the slap, but also the slap. Her cheek was fine but her heart was not. She had never expected to see that look on Lena's face and the Krytponian knew instinctively that Lena must have felt something for her, because that slap was decidedly unlenalike, especially in public. Kara was confused, to boot. Her dreams had been about Lena killing her but… Was there more to it than that? Everything Lena had said had felt right to her. Her and Lena had gotten awfully close, there was also the fact that James hadn't told her about their breakup… Could the reason have possibly been Kara herself? Is that why Lena had been so desperate to talk recently? Oh, Rao. If Kara was right her entire friendship with Lena hinged on what she did next.
They'd kissed. They'd had their first kiss to the song 'untouched' by the Veronicas and, Rao, the irony wasn't exactly lost on Kara. She wanted this, now she was sure, but-
Pulled out of her thoughts it was only then she'd realized that she'd began subconsciously walking home. The moment she got up to her apartment and shut the door she leaned back against it and slid down, replaying every word of Lena Luthor's in her mind. Replaying the slap. Going through her dream, and that was when it hit her. The dream varied sometimes, but it was where Lena always stabbed her. That spot never changed. She stabbed Kara right in the heart. Always the heart, and Kara had been terrified of losing her friend for weeks, months… She'd been scared of Lena, but not in the way she thought. She was afraid of losing her friend, but also of having her heart broken again. Is that why she hadn't been able to properly reconnect with Mon-El, even since he'd agreed to stay in their time? Oh, this was a mess. More than a mess. It was bad. Kara Danvers had it bad for Lena Luthor. She thought. And Lena Luthor hated Supergirl, but not because she was racist, but because Supergirl had been a bitch to her. But Supergirl and Kara Danvers were the same person, and Lena couldn't hate one without hating the other? Except that she didn't know, which only made matters worse, and Kara huffed indignantly, slamming her head back a bit harder than intended and leaving a dent in the door behind her. "Uuuuuuuugh…." she groaned loudly, leaning her head down and resting her forehead in her palm.
This was awfully complicated.
The music was deafening and Kara was having trouble focusing on only one noise, the sound of Lena in the crowd. She was whispering something Kara shouldn't be listening to to some stranger, some guy Kara had never heard of, and Lena had undoubtedly never heard of. She wasn't jealous, there was nothing between them but she had a feeling Lena would regret it if she went home with this guy, who was whispering some awfully dirty things, but Lena sounded like she was into it, which raised a bunch of other questions Kara wasn't ready to deal with.
She did not look like she fit in at all. She was still dressed in her same clothes and doing her best to push through the crowd without hurting anyone. She was all apologies and small smiles and politeness in the crowd of rowdy, drunk idiots. Some pushed her on purpose when they saw how polite she was being, some kind of joke it seemed. It wasn't a joke anymore when they pushed into her and found themselves bouncing backwards into their friends, to which Kara could only apologize again and keep pushing through.
When she found Lena she pushed herself between the CEO of L-corp and her… Date, giving Lena a pleading look. Lena looked shocked to see her, and the Kryptonian couldn't blame her. She hadn't hesitated though. She saw the news traveling on twitter fast, the CEO of L-corp was apparently drunk off her ass, grinding anything within sight. This was entirely unlike Lena, and even if she were going to go out and have a good time and party she would do it far more stealthily than this. Either she was doing it on purpose to get noticed, or she was emotionally distraught and not thinking straight. Neither answer was good, both required intervening.
"Kara…?" she asked, words slurring while she reached out to begin patting Kara on the face. She was testing to see if Kara was real or some sort of hallucination. Had she been hitting drugs too…? No. Kara dismissed that right away, even upset Lena wouldn't do that. 'Kara, why did you come? Can't you see I'm trying to have fun!" She had to scream to be overheard. "Aren't you worried I'll hurt you!?" she screamed out, and for whatever reason this brought a grin to the lips of the guy was was still hanging around behind her.
Then she felt it, the guy slipped a hand to her ass and squeezed over her skirt. He leaned in, pressing his chin on Kara's shoulder and whispered. "I'm into threesomes…" with his booze addled breath, and even without the booze Kara was pretty sure it would have been just as disgusting. She bucked her hips back, a bit harder than she needed to and the guy stumbled back. "I don't care that you're a Luthor!" she screamed above the music, even while that disgusting pig sauntered over as though nothing happened, and put his hand right back on her ass. Kara had to interrupt whatever Lena was about to say by putting a finger up between them and spinning on her heels."Look buddy, you wanna be a creep, fine. Go do it somewhere else, I'm telling you right now don't touch me again." he glanced behind her to Lena, and Kara put her foot down rather dramatically. "You're not going home with her either, she's drunk. You want to leave your number and try again when she's sober fine, but you're not getting past me."
Now, the gentleman didn't seem to like that much because he stepped forward, and looked rather aggressive. Lena tried to step forward to, towards Kara's back which was no facing her, but stumbled and ended up hanging off of her friend, using Kara's body to steady herself. She wasn't able to properly express it in her inebriated state but she was worried for Kara. This guy was much bigger than her, and Kara was all meek and mild-mannered and was going to get her ass kicked if Lena didn't intervene.
"I don't think so sweetheart. Why don't you go ahead and fuck off and let me have a go at your slut friend."
Kara's eye twitched, and she couldn't blame the guy. She did seem helpless, defenseless, weak… He grabbed for her, grabbing her hips he pressed himself forward, grinding lightly into Kara all while trying to spin her out of the way, and the blonde's mouth fell open in shock. She didn't budge, she stood her ground and this was one thing she had no intention of letting go. She adjusted her glasses, practically hissing. She then placed both hands on the man's shoulders and shoved him back as hard as she- slight exaggeration. She pushed him back hard enough to send him flying several meters back and land on his back, while she shouted "It's called consent. Try getting some, asshole!"
He was pretty quick to get up and flee, while other partiers watched on and laughed. It was funny, in truth. The big, scary man getting his ass kicked by the innocent little mouse? That would never cease being funny to society. Why was it that when the weak (or seemingly weak) stood up to the strong and won it was viewed as a joke, and humorous? Where were the cheers, and the 'good job's, and the sexual assault is wrong! Someone should say that instead of laughing, but soon enough they were all back to their dancing anyway, and Kara was able to turn and focus on Lena once again.
Lena definitely looked… DTF (Down to fu- Kara blushed.) The dress where wore was short to begin with, ending rather high on her thighs. It was black, and skin tight and showed off every curve of Lena's body. It dipped in the middle too, a deep V that exposed her belly, all the way below her belly button, and the back was exposed too. So really… It covered only her breasts mostly, which looked like they could pop out at any moment. She was still trying to get up and Kara offered the Luthor her arm, and got her standing straight with a bit of doing.
"What the hell are you doing here Kara?" Lena asked, trying to sound upset.
"It was all over the internet, Lena. 'Drunk CEO looking to get banged'." she admitted, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. "I know you're upset, but I also know you well enough to know that you would have woken up in the morning regretting it."
Lena scoffed. "Jealous?" And she wasn't referring to the partying, but obviously to the fact she almost went home with some scumbag. "I was gonna get laid, you know. But…" Lena looked away, and did her best Kara imitation she was capable of. "Get some consent asshole." and she did a dramatic push on Kara that almost resulted in her landing on her ass, but Kara was quick, inhumanly so (haha), with an arm falling around Lena waist and holding her up. Their hips pressed together from the action, their faces inches apart. Lena's breath smelled like booze, and Kara's like peppermint and somehow that scent was the sweetest one Kara had ever-
"Yes!" she screamed above the deafening music above them, locking her eyes on Lena's. "Yes." she repeated, in a much lower tone but the CEO would have no trouble reading her lips.
"Yes?" she repeated, drunk brain does not compute, yes what? "Huh?"
"Yes, I'm jealous." Kara said, and she'd only realized it moments before. "I was, I mean," she started rambling. "That's not why I stepped in though, I did that because it was the right thing to do…"
Lena pushed on Kara's body, and Kara had to concede and pretend Lena was pushing their bodies apart. Their hips seperated, and Lena was standing straight once more, and she slurred out in as sarcastic a tone she could "But I'm a big, scary Luthor." then she blew a raspberry towards Kara, and she had to try to not laugh.
"I don't care!" Kara repeated. Rao, this was scary. She wasn't even entirely sure she felt that way, but she thought she did. She'd never been with a woman, never suspected she liked them, never-
"I'm no Supergirl." Lena said, and Kara only heard her because of her superior hearing. "I'm the opposite."
"No! Lena, you're a good person. I know that. I was scared, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" How innocent did one have to be to just ask for forgiveness like that. Lena knew of only one, and she was an adorkable… Dork named Kara.
"You still avoided me!" she screamed. "Kiss me." she demanded, and she seemed way more sober in that instant than she had since Kara had entered the club, even though they both knew she wasn't. "Kiss me, Kara Danvers, and we're even."
"Right here?" Kara asked nervously. Lena was drunk, and she'd just given that guy shit because Lena was drunk and… And she was scared. Terrified. "Lena, I don't know if I can. I don't think you'd like me, if you knew the truth…"
"What do you mean?"
"It means Supergirl is really, really sorry for what she did to you." she screamed, and began stepping towards Lena, helping the girl step backwards until they were away from the crowd and became two very pretty wallflowers. "She should have been a better hero, and her morality shouldn't waver just because of your last name. She should have trusted you to not use Kryptonite on her because you two have worked together for several years." She felt rather safe saying all this, Lena would never remember it anyway, and even if she did, it didn't mean she was Supergirl. It was common knowledge to those who didn't know that she was able to speak to Supergirl.
"Kara!"
"What?"
"I don't care about Supergirl right now."
She reached up to cup Kara's cheek, and her fingers were so soft, and Lena was so pretty, and she was… So, so drunk. Even drunk, Kara's little heroic moment seemed to have had an effect on her, because her eyes opened wide, and the CEO seemed more innocent than she ever had, and she asked in a clear voice. "Consent?" And Kara nodded. Kara and Supergirl nodded, and it felt a little wrong, but then it only felt right. It felt right, because Lena kissed her, and that was… Sort of it.
They had a first kiss in a gross, disgusting sweaty club. Hundreds of people were around them, grinding, and gyrating and Kara had heard at least four different couples getting it on in the club when she'd been searching for Lena. They had an audience, and it was scummy, and it was gross and it was the most romantic kiss Kara had ever experienced, but it wasn't just that, it was also the hottest kiss she'd ever experienced it. As metaphorical as that was, it was also the hottest kiss in the sense that the club was boiling, and Lena was one of those disgusting, sweaty people but in the best way possible, and her arms were around Kara's neck, and their lips were mashing together, locking together and even drunk Lena was an expert at kissing, the way she was an expert at everything else in her life.
There had been no slow build up, Lena had gone all out with the lip locking from the beginning, and it was such a cliché but Kara was enraptured by the fact that Lena's lips were softer than any boy's could ever be. She'd never in a million years dreamed a kiss could be this good, and that was before Lena even threw her tongue into the mix. Kara, like a shy virgin, parted her lips ever so slightly to welcome the foreign muscle into her mouth. This was no slow waltz, it was a passionate salsa, and Lena's tongue was completely in control. If Kara was able to process a thought other than 'wow' she might try sucking on Lena's tongue, but with how things were she hadn't even realized their positions had shifted and her back was to the wall, and Lena had pressed her palms flat on either side of Kara's head.
Lena eventually pulled away, and her face was red. Not from shyness but from exertion, she'd held her breath as long as she could because she hadn't been able to get enough of Kara and they'd kissed for the first time, then made out, all in a club with hundreds of people and it was so unlike Kara, yet she wouldn't have changed it for a damn thing. Even she was a little winded. Kind of. Kryptonian and all. Emotionally winded. Her hands had ended up limp at her side, and she was watching Lena, waiting for her to make the next move. She didn't know where they went from there, but Lena gestured her head towards the door, and then they were gone. Out. They pushed their way through the crowd, Kara shoving through people, as Lena roared behind her.
"Consent, bitches!"
So, Kara's place was much closer than Lena's so that's where they ended up, and Lena had been practically purring right into Kara's ear the entire time, and the conversation was kept to a minimum because whenever Lena stumbled and needed help it turned into an excuse to kiss more, to lock lips, and to feel her tongue in her mouth- but as suddenly as Lena initiated she would pull away, and her mouth tasted like beautiful promises that awaited them when they got to Kara's place. Kara was glad they weren't talked much, because if Lena started talking dirty to her on the street she would melt, and she was already so, so wet. She felt guilty, but wetter than any man had ever gotten her. It wasn't that she liked being manhandled, but even with Mon-El she knew she was stronger than him, and it felt weird to let him be in charge. Like she was playing pretend, but with Lena she truly did have power over the Girl of Steel. She had Supergirl wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it!
Kara wanted to kick the door off its hinges, but resisted the urge, fumbling with the key while Lena clung behind her and began nibbling on her ear, breathing heavily into it and when she moaned Kara swore to Rao that her knees had buckled. She shoved the door open in a frenzied haste and kicked it shut behind her, Lena still holding onto her back. Soon the Luthor released her, and the next sound Kara heard was the sound of Lena's shoes being kicked off and kicked aside. It was messy, It was sexy. And Lena was still very drunk.
"Let's get you to bed, Lena." Kara laughed, and clenched her thighs together. She was worried she might dribble down them, and expose how turned on she really was; as if Lena didn't already know.
"Let's get you to bed." she purred in response and stumbled forward, gripping Kara's shoulders again, and laughing as she planted her feet firmly on the ground, looking up towards the Kryptonian. "You're taller than me." she noted, out of nowhere.
"You normally wear heels." Kara responded easily, and she sighed lightly. Not out of despair, or any such thing. More like she was trying to clear her head because it was clouded with desire, want, lust. Last time she'd taken advantage of Lena's trust was as Supergirl, and she wasn't going to repeat it as Kara Danvers.
"Kara."
"Lena."
"Kara!"
"You're drunk." she responded in a hushed whisper, because each echange of their name had brought their faces closed together again, and Kara's breath hitched momentarily before she exhaled sharply. "You're drunk, Lena, and you're my friend."
"I'm sorry." she said, as though she hadn't heard anything Kara had just said. "Did it hurt when I slapped you?"
"I was more shocked than anything…" the blonde responded, shivering as Lena reached up again to gently caress the cheek she had slapped earlier in the day. "I'm sorry I avoided you. I'm sorry you were right. I'm sorry about Supergirl."
"Again with Supergirl!" Lena whined, and rested her forehead on her friend's shoulder, and muttered under her breath. She muttered mostly gibberish but Supergirl's name was definitely mentioned. "I don't care about Supergirl, I care about Kara Danvers."
"And Kara Danvers cares about you too." Kara reassured the drunk girl, and hesitated before placing a gentle kiss on her friend's nose, if she could even still call Lena just a friend. It was hard to make that call when they'd been all up in each other's mouths for the last little while.
"I'd want you sober."
"Then tell me that when you are." she responded, but her voice was still shaky. She had to find a way to get Lena into bed - and not naked.
"I'm telling you now." and her voice dropped to something a lot more enticing, and she tilted her head up ever so slightly. She was dragging her lips along Kara's chin, pressing delicate, butterfly like kisses along it, then trailing them over her cheek and moaning directly into Kara's ear again.
"You're making it really hard, Lena…" Kara groaned.
"You packing, Danvers?" she asked, and placed a hand over the crotch of Kara's skirt, and Kara gasped, because no one she'd ever been with had ever been bold enough to try something like that, and she sunk backwards, leaning against her kitchen counter. The wolfish grin on Lena's face was full of devious intent, and Kara whined slightly because it was so unfair that she was such a good person. "Or maybe you don't want me that bad?"
"It's not that!"
"Prove it!"
"If I do a little, will you go to bed?"
"Absolutely." Lena purred, and Kara groaned in response. She should have seen that coming, but she was blaming it on being under the influence. The influence of lust, and new feelings, and confusing feelings and wanting to know what Lena's hands would feel like on her bare sk- WHOA
"Show me what you got Kara." Lena went on and took a tiny step back, barely enough to even be noticeable but if Kara wanted her she would have to take her. Rao, Kara did want her. And she leaned forward to let that be know, finding Lena's mouth and initiating a kiss for the first time. It was far softer than Lena's passionate affairs, but just as good and the Kryptonian heard no complaints from the victim of her lips.
She decided to try her own luck at catching Lena off guard, and she began kissing at Lena's chin, copying what the Luthor had been doing to her moments before, and then kissing at her throat. She found where Lena's neck was the most sensitive, located her pulse point and with her hot mouth over it she began to suck, and Lena gasped out, moaning as she returned her arms around Kara's neck.
Kara had looked like a mess since they'd kissed in the club, her hair was disheveled, her glasses were askew and now she was sucking on one of her best friends' necks and it felt so good, and Lena was still a little sweaty but she didn't care because that salty taste was just a part of it all and she loved it. She didn't pull away until there was a large, purple blotch on Lena's skin, and she hoped to Rao the CEO wouldn't mind.
"Mm, Kara…" she moaned, running a hand over the spot, only for Kara to move her hand and soothe the burning on her throat with a swipe of her wet tongue, and kissing softly upon it as though that made it final. She was holding Lena by the hips, and was pushing her back, back, back… Leading her, guiding her to the bedroom, trying to be as subtle as she could. She was only able to push Lena back because she had the Luthor distracted by assaulting her neck. "Tell me what you want to do to me- no, tell me what you want me to do to you." she requested.
"God it'd be so hot if you let me just get you to bed." Kara whispered in her most sultry voice, which still sounded innocent and Lena giggled, yes Lena Luthor giggled, and Kara was almost insulted so she dragged her tongue along Lena's throat to elicit another moan. "Mmm, do you think I'm better than Supergirl?" Lena asked, once more out of nowhere.
"At what?" Kara asked hesitantly, worried this was about to turn into a fight. She hoped not because she wanted to explore this with Lena in the morning, talk about this, figure everything out and it would be hard if she stormed out because of Supergirl.
"Anything…" she whispered, her insecurity slipping through. "You just seem to admire her."
"Let me assure you Supergirl thinks you kiss much, much better than she does." she attempted, and Lena actually moaned, and they were between Kara's bedroom and her kitchen and Lena pushed her hips forward, making Kara squeak.
"God, say it again…" she asked, practically begging.
"I said you kiss better than Supergirl. You have a much better body than she does too, and you're just as good a person." Lena shouldn't be making such sexual noises from hearing these things, but Kara wasn't offended. She understood. She liked Kara, Kara kept defending Supergirl...It made sense in a weird way, and the last thing the reporter wanted was her potential love interest to feel intimidated by her other half.
Lena seemed renewed too, and she grabbed Kara and she spun the Kryptonian's hips so suddenly that Kara actually spun like a normal human. As in she hadn't let Lena spin her, she'd just been so surprised she'd done it unwittingly. Then Lena was stepping forward and Kara crashed into her kitchen table, palms flat against the table. She wasn't exactly bent over, but her hips were definitely sticking out. She was half bent over, and she didn't have time to steady herself before Lena was pressed against her, leaning over Kara's back, breasts pushing against her friend's back and her mouth against Kara's ear. She allowed her tongue to reach out and tickle the lobe of Kara's ear, whispering softly. "I've always thought you have a great ass." she said, as one of her hands, Kara couldn't tell which, reached between them to give it a squeeze.
The poor blonde was already sputtering from Lena's words alone, and when she felt the squeeze she almost bent over the rest of the way willingly. "Lena…" she whined, and it came out more sexual than intended, which only encouraged Lena, who's second hand was definitely located. It was at Kara's belly, untucking her sweater from her skirt just so that her hand could travel under it and press flat against her belly. "Lena, Lena, Lena…" she repeated, pleading for the girl to stop, even though she didn't want her to.
"God, who knew you had abs of fucking steel, Kara. Only you could pull off the innocent sweater, skirt, and glasses and look so damn good doing it. Then reveal you have crazy abs under there. You must work out like crazy!" during her entire speech Lena seemed content to let her hand roam the soft expanse of Kara's stomach, but Kara figured her hand must have gotten board because then she heard the sound of buttons snapping apart. Her skirt. She pressed back with her hips, and Lena pressed forward. "Tell me to stop, say the words…" her voice was more normal with that question.
She wasn't making it a challenge, she was not challenging Kara. She was asking for consent. She was drunk, but still asking for consent, and maybe enough time had passed. Kara shut her eyes and groaned, whimpered, and thought it through for several long minutes, all while Lena teased her. Her fingers were playing with the waistband of her panties, fuck… If there really was a God, would he or her forgive Kara for giving in…
"Promise you're sober enough."
"I'm sober enough." Lena replied right away. "If you don't want this I'll stop right now. I wanted this earlier while I was sober. I wanted this last week when you wouldn't reply. I wanted this when I was with James. I thought about it the day you walked into my office with Clark Kent." her words were slurring less, and less. "I don't want to scare you…" she whispered, seemingly in realization. She began pulling her hand out and Kara sighed heavily.
"Supergirl won't be a problem…?" Kara responded in as low a whisper, and Lena wasn't sure what Kara meant but her tone made it clear that it was important to her.
"I don't hate her Kara, I just don't like what she did. I don't trust her, I don't deny the good she does. Supergirl has nothing to do with this, unless you know something I don't?"
"No- I, yes…" Kara grit her teeth slightly, not only was she not in a proper state of mind for this, she thought she was going to explode if she didn't get some kind of release and soon. She had to be careful though, no one's feelings should get hurt, and she decided to try something else. "Lena, I think I like you…"
"I think you do too." she responded as she wiggled her fingers, and though she couldn't yet feel the dampness just a bit lower that action made it clear she knew how wet Kara was, and she had the girl of steel bent over her kitchen table, ready to touch her."You have a thing for Supergirl, Kara?" she asked, her thoughts were returning to that.
"Do it." Kara replied, and her fingers clenched until both hands were balled into tiny fists in anticipation, but she kept talking anyway. "I don't have a thing for Supergirl, I have a thing for you, for God's sake please touch me… Just once let me be bad, let me give in and I promise we can deal with everything else after…"
"Fine. But I want to look at your face when you come."
"Uh, what!?" Kara blurted out. Then her body was spun again, and Lena hoisted her onto the table, and her hand slid into Kara's panties from the top, struggling to push through her underwear but eventually she did, of course. Her fingers went lower than earlier, all the way down and she pushed her wrist up, pushing the heel of her palm up against where she knew Kara's clit would be.
Kara gasped of course, and her legs spread instinctively. She shut her eyes too, because looking at Lena was way more embarrassing than it had any right to be, especially with what she'd just said. That was one she'd never heard before. She'd heard standards like… Like 'I want to fuck you.' and 'Let me fuck you', and 'I'm going to fuck you'. Huh...Her partners hadn't been very creative thus far. Then she couldn't think about it anymore because Lena was grinding the heel of her palm up into Kara's clit over, and over, and over again and Kara began gasping every time Lena flicked her wrist. "That's it, Kara..." Lena whispered, and didn't even give Kara a chance to reply before she pushed up once more, but it was different this time. She left the pressure there, and just wiggled her wrist back and forth, working Kara's clit like it was a- a business meeting.
She was very good at it!
That wasn't saying anything about her dainty, dexterous fingers either which teased Kara's hole, which was literally crying for attention. She felt so empty, so needy. She needed something, and Lena could easily make her come with nothing but the movement she was currently doing, which was funny because normally Kara was impossible to have reach her climax, Lena wanted to go all out. Two fingers pushed Kara's nether lips apart and pushed in. Lena knew what she was doing, and Kara was more than turned on enough. There was no point in bullshitting anymore. She rammed her fingers upward as hard as she could, momentarily lifting Kara's hips off the table, her butt slamming back down onto it. The blonde's eyes had flown open in shock, and pleasure and arousal... " Oh my fuuuuuu-"
Lena slammed her fingers back up at that moment, drowning out Kara's words with another loud yelp. The third time Lena did it she added that wonderful little palm heel grinding thing that Kara already loved and elicited the sweetest moan she'd ever heard, and that was counting all of her lovers. The fourth time Kara actually swore, releasing a loud "Fuck!" and she seemed so confused. Lena knew exactly what was going through her mind, and responded accordingly. "Yes, Kara, it's supposed to feel this good." she whispered, her mouth hovering right in front of Kara's.
Then the rhythm changed and Lena went all out, pounding her fingers into Kara's achingly needy sex as if her life depended on her, which it very well may because at that exact moment Kara was thinking that if Lena stopped she was going to heat vision the ever loving fuck out of her, even if it revealed her identity to the whole damn world. Kara even pushed her hips down each time Lena slammed her fingers up. The Kryptonian was panting heavily, biting her lip. The table cracked, it was moving and Lena had to keep stepping forward because it was like Kara was trying to get away, or like her body was trying to escape subconsciously because of how much pleasure she was experiencing. There was no escape.
She didn't just finger Kara. Her fingers weren't the important part, just an extension of her body. She was fucking Kara, plain and simple. Using just her fingers she was turning the shy blonde into a whimpering, needy mess and Lena was loving every second of it. Not as much as Kara was, and her hands were gripping the edge of the table and it took all her willpower to not wrap her thighs around Lena's hips. She was worried any slight movement would make the other woman stop. She didn't want that, not when she was so close, she could feel it building. Whatever dam was holding her orgasm at bay was about to break.
Lena knew it too, and she was ready, and willing. Not just ready and willing, she wanted it. She didn't want to just crack the dam, she wanted to break the fucking thing apart. She wanted to tear the gates to Kara's orgasm down and turn the girl into a puddle at her feet, she wanted Kara to know she could please her better than anyone in her life ever had. Fuck, she just wanted to see the look on her face when Kara came. She placed her free hand on Kara's belly, and growled "Do it…"
Kara whimpered, then shrieked. She threw her head back violently, and her glasses went flying off of her face, breaking on the ground. Her muscles, the ones Lena was having her hand hover over in her belly, began clenching and loosening. That was the final sign, and then her cunt began pulsing and Kara's mind went blank. It hit her in one go, it was like all the pleasure Lena had delivered came back, except this time it was all at once time. She lost control, and her fingers dug into the wood of the table, and the poor thing never stood a chance. Her fingers went through like butter, but Lena didn't notice because all she could focus on was Kara face. Her face which had screwed up in intense pleasure, her face which was flushed and beautiful, her face which was currently shouting "Fuck, Lena!" as her entire body shook and came undone.
Lena wasn't cruel. She helped Kara ride out her orgasm, pumping her fingers in and out of the girl to the rhythm of the waves of her pleasure. As her orgasm began to fade, so too did Lena's fingers slow and when she was sure she'd wrenched every last drop of pleasure that she could from Kara she stopped her movements and released her hand, fingers glistening. A reward for a job well done.
Kara was dead. She tried to stand, and it was she who had to steady herself on Lena, but she wasn't fast enough. She actually collapsed to her knees, and looked up at Lena, her innocent, blue eyes confused. Even just being on her knees was tough, they were wobbly so instead she shifted to sit on her butt, eyes still looking up at Lena. "I…"
"What? Never been fucked like that before?" Lena asked, voice ringing with pride.
"Never…" she responded and chuckled shyly, shaking her head. "If you had any idea what you just did…" Not one of her boyfriend had ever gotten her to come so hard that her limbs were weak. To say that was good would be an insult, and Rao she wanted more.
"Let's see Supergirl do that." Lena grinned, hoping she was being clever, and she eyed her hand with great interest.
"Oh, Lena… I promise Supergirl can't do that."
That just seemed to boost Lena's mood further, and she stuck her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean of Kara's juices. She hummed contently, and if she wanted more she knew where to get there. There was currently a small puddle in Kara's underwear. She could probably ring out Kara's panties if she wanted to, or simply lick the excess that had been sliding down her thighs, and she hadn't broken eye contact with Kara during the whole thing, embarrassing the poor girl to no end. Even with that look though, Kara could tell she wanted to say something.
"What?" Kara asked, eyeing the Luthor suspiciously, bracing herself for some bad pun, or some Supergirl comment.
"Nothing. It's just… Consent tastes really sweet."
Yeah. Even Kara laughed. Then… Then she wondered what happened next.