ii. Don't Know How to Stop

Somehow, they'd ended up in the penthouse of Lena's building. There was drunken giggling and fiddling with keys, feigned on Kara's part so the other woman wouldn't wonder how she'd gotten through half a dozen Fireball shots without batting an eye.

At last the door opened, and Lena surged forward to the nearest sofa and leapt onto it, turning over in midair and laughing hard as she landed. Kara shut the door behind her and moved more cautiously into the space, faking a stagger.

What struck Kara about the penthouse was that it wasn't terribly extravagant. There were no million dollar art pieces or other vain conversation starters meant purely to convey wealth and status, signifying nothing of substance. Everything looked expensive, of course, but it had purpose. Pine, dark granite, and aluminum dominated most of the space, accented with frosted glass that pulsed with different colored bulbs embedded into it.

They were currently in the central entertainment area, with a number of seats gathered around a large petrified tree stump embedded into the floor. A hall to the right led to what looked like a kitchen, and a desk occupied the far end of the room, in front of an enormous plate glass window. She clearly wasn't worried about snipers, though the glass did look bulletproof.

The bedrooms, she surmised after x-raying the place, were down a hall to the left, and there was a staircase leading up to at least two more floors. Kara suspected she could spend days in this place and never uncover all its secrets.

"Nice, isn't it? Too bad I hardly see it."

She sounded decidedly less tipsy now that they had made their way across ten city blocks in the back of Lena's personal car. Kara was keeping an ear out for anything that might require her to suddenly make an excuse and leave, but the evening was inexplicably uneventful. As if she were meant to be here.

"Busy schedule?" She started walking forward, slouching down onto the couch next to the other woman.

Lena nodded. "I love it, though. Wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Especially since you already own half the world."

She sat up, cocking her head and looking at Kara with interest. "There is that. But I meant what I said earlier. I want to make a difference in the world and make people forget about everything my brother did."

"I believe you."

"Then that's my mission accomplished."

Kara squinted a little. "Is that why you asked me to interview you?"

"No." She shook her head. "I wanted to get to know you. Where you come from, who you are. I find you fascinating."

Something about the way she said that brought back the tremor Kara felt when the other woman had asked her to dance. No one had ever said these things to her before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to run or go deeper down the rabbit hole.

"Well, your turn to interview me, I guess. What do you want to know?"

"Where were you born?"

"Somewhere far away."

Lena grinned. "What were your parents like?"

"I was adopted," she said. "My mom and dad welcomed me in with open arms, and even though my sister took a while to warm up to me, she's the best friend I've ever had."

"Well what do you know." She was moving closer, and Kara let her. "Something we have in common. Except my story doesn't end as happily as yours."

"Who says it's the end? If there's one thing I've learned, it's that people can always change."

Lena chuckled darkly. "Have you ever had your family try to kill you?"

"Actually, yeah." She frowned and stared at the floor. "My aunt. We didn't always see eye to eye and… I don't want to go into details. She's dead now."

For the first time, Lena's coy, playful exterior cracked and was stripped away, and Kara saw genuine sorrow on her face. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I've made my peace with it. I've had a lot of experience with loss."

A hand began stroking her back, and the other woman moved further into her space. Kara offered no resistance, and after a few moments, welcomed it. The smell of sandalwood grew stronger, reacting with the sweat from their dance to become a cloying, omnipresent scent that was strangely comforting.

"I have too."

Kara's next exhale came out as a shudder as Lena began to massage her shoulders.

"You have a lot of tension back here," she said. "Probably other places too. Do you do anything to de-stress?"

Well, punching bad guys worked wonders. But the dance they'd shared earlier had taken some of the load off too.

"I tried yoga."

"Oh, don't fall for that suburban hippie crap. It's a mockery of the actual tradition."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"I like to go shooting," she answered, smiling. "I also keep one of those little stress balls in my desk at all times, and I take self-defense classes three times a week."

"Well, that's one way to do it."

"Nothing more cathartic than hitting a target dead center at 900 yards."

Kara laughed. "You should hang with my sister."

"Oh, but you're so much more fun." She motioned for Kara to pivot so she could continue the massage from a more optimal position, and she obliged. "You should let your hair down more often," she said, removing the hair tie that made her look distinctly unlike Supergirl. At least her glasses were still in place.

Her hands moved to the middle of her shoulder blades and she began to slowly rub up and down with her thumbs. A moan that Kara didn't think was possible for her to make slipped out as a wave of pleasure shot through her. "Oh, that feels so good."

"I actually got a degree in massage therapy," she said, continuing to move down her back. "I had a few extra years of education while Lex was running the company. I figured it would make for a good life skill."

"Well, you were right," Kara nearly whimpered. How this was even possible she had no idea. She had enough experience to let herself be touched without harming the other person, and her muscles only really put up resistance to bullets and the like. Still, she had never had a massage this good in her life.

This continued for the next several minutes as Lena expertly worked over her back, releasing tension that Kara didn't even know she'd been hanging on to. By the end of it she felt more serene than she had ever been in her life. She let out a deep exhale and looked at the other woman in wonder.

"Thank you. I really needed that."

The smile returned. "I could tell."

Kara sat up as well she could with her entire body feeling like jello. Lena continued to smile at her.

"You've been looking at me like that all night."

"It might surprise you to learn that most people want to look at you that way," the other woman replied, unashamed. "I'm just not afraid to."

So it wasn't just a Luthor thing. Words from earlier began to gain new context. Kara interested her. She found Kara fascinating.

"Oh!" she said, jolting up but not standing. Not running. Not yet. "I'm not—"

"Sh." Lena put a finger over Kara's lips. "Don't overthink it."

Kara sat still in shock as the other woman leaned in and kissed her.

She half expected to wake up in her bed, confused but no worse for wear. But after the fifth second of Lena continuing to be there, pressing her lips over hers, Kara accepted reality.

The reality was that she hadn't been able to take her eyes off Lena Luthor all night. There was something primal and commanding about her that stripped away everything Kara thought she knew about herself. The scent of sandalwood became all-consuming now, and Kara surrendered to a kiss that, she had to admit, felt amazing.

Lena pulled away a few moments later, and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Kara shook her head. "No."

She grinned and kissed her again, and this time Kara returned the favor, wrapping her arms around her back. They shifted so that she was lying down, with Lena poised over her like a lioness devouring her meal. She blocked out every part of her brain that was screaming at her, and for once in her life completely let herself go.

Still straddling her, Lena grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing a matching red set of underwear that made it clearer than ever that she had been planning this from the start. Kara felt a frisson of excitement lance through her the same way it used to when she thought of James. He was right. Something had changed.

Lena clasped her hands over Kara's shoulders and hovered over her face. "You still good?"

She nodded. "Keep going."

Pressing their lips together once more, Lena began to grind against her, producing various moans and squeaks that came mostly on instinct. Kara began to reciprocate, exploring the other woman's bare skin with her hands.

Was it wrong to be enjoying this as much as she was? She barely knew Lena Luthor, though her reputation had preceded her. She had been consistently defying all of Kara's preconceived notions and taking her to places she didn't expect.

After a few minutes of this, the other woman sat up and removed her bra. Kara bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering, and waited expectantly.

Lena held her index finger in the air. "We're getting close to the point of no return. Do you want to keep going?"

She had a fairly good idea of what Lena intended to do with that finger, and what shocked her the most was how unopposed she was to the idea. Kara wasn't as innocent as people tended to assume. There were times when she couldn't get certain thoughts out of her head, mostly about James, and had to take matters into her own hands. She'd never had anyone else down there, but she hadn't run away yet, and moreover, she didn't want to.

Kara couldn't form the words, and simply nodded.

Slowly, the other woman's hands reached under her dress and slid her panties down her legs, then tossed them on the floor. Kara shuddered, but not with fear. She didn't realize until Lena's finger was already inside her that she had trimmed her nails.

Her mouth formed an "O," and sounds escaped from her without any input on her part. The finger slid in and out, slowly at first, but steadily gaining momentum. Kara's breaths became shallower, and she closed her eyes.

A second finger joined the first, and Kara began to move her hips in sync with the other woman's thrusting. There was a practiced ease to the way Lena was doing this, far more refined than her own efforts at pleasing herself. Soon a thumb joined the party and began to massage her clit, which caused Kara to shriek.

Lena paused. "Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head. "Don't you dare stop."

Obliging her, she began to thrust faster, rubbing Kara's clit simultaneously in what had to be the most impressive display of dexterity she had ever witnessed, and she had seen Winn throw a paper ball in a trash can from across the room. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and continued breathing heavily.

It took only minutes before Kara shouted in ecstasy as the best orgasm of her life pulsed through her. There wasn't anything magical about it; Lena was clearly experienced at this and knew exactly what she was doing. But it was amazing nonetheless.

Despite herself, Kara started laughing.

"What is it?"

"I don't think I can top that."

Lena grinned wider than ever. "Do you wanna try anyway?"

She sat up and nodded. "Yes please."

"Then follow me. I've been dying to show you my bedroom since you walked into my office."