Decided to wrap this up with a second chapter. Opens with Kara's POV in the final moments of the previous chapter, and then we're back to Lena's.

When she heard her name uttered in Lena's moments of ecstasy, she hadn't even flinched. It just felt so right. And from that moment, there was no hesitation, as she was, in two words: over it.

All the lies. All the games. All the pretenses. It began when she laid bare in only her undergarments, her body open and bleeding. Her life slipping away before suddenly being saved. And when she'd sat up and saw Lena staring, saw her lusting - everything changed. She was done. Done denying what she wanted. She'd denied it long enough.

She'd cared for Mon-El very much. He was her first love, sure, but she'd realized it was mostly because he connected her to home, and in that way her heart ached for him for a long time, just as it had for Krypton for so many years. But everything in her wanted Lena. Always had. She'd buried it deep down because acting on it meant likely losing her best friend. A best friend who'd only recently dated with her former crush. What a tangled web they'd all weaved… when at the end of the day all she wanted was Lena, and in this moment she had confirmation, all Lena wanted - was her.

So when Lena looked at her with hunger in her eyes, felt her gaze trace up and down her form, she knew. She knew everything was about to change - and Lena knew it too, and before she knew what was happening, Lena's lips were on hers and in that moment, nothing would ever be the same. Their friendship would be over. Unlike with James, there would be no going back. And so, despite the risks, despite the complicated dynamics of her secret still intact, she decided she would make it worth it. So when Lena pulled away, she brought her back to her, and she took what she wanted.

And when Lena uttered her name, her real name - she sank into it. She embraced it. With as many risks as she took as Supergirl and as many times as she'd been willing to die to save National City or family or friends or Earth itself, she figured she could die tomorrow, and she was sick of not truly living.

And thus it escaped. Three simple letters.

"Yes."

...

When Supergirl uttered this confirmation, when Kara breathed it into her neck, as one hand held her entire body weight and the other remained way beneath her belt line - Lena froze.

Everything did change in that moment.

She leaned back and Kara's eyes met hers and it all clicked and she saw her for what she was - no more lies, no more pretenses. How could she have ever missed it? It was Kara. But it also wasn't. She'd never known Kara in this way… or had she?

There was a hardness and intensity to Supergirl that Kara simply never demonstrated. Where one was firm and armed at many times with anger, the other was soft and armed with a smile. While one was fearless, the other was awkward - except, now that she remembered, in times of comfort. Her mind flashed back to the moment she began to feel something more for her friend. When she held her on her couch and assured her she didn't have to be afraid. She now remembered the strength in her embrace. The feeling of her hand on her shoulder, briefly tracing over that hand - and those veins. The stoic, quiet voice that promised to always protect her. The same way Supergirl had always protected her…

The only thing that connected Supergirl to Kara was that surprising and inexplicably confident strength, often driven by concern… for her.

My God, it was right in front of her the whole time.

And for a moment - she feels like a fool.

She tenses, and Kara instinctually releases her and steps back.

"Ms. Luthor! They've apprehended him." calls out from her office. "How's Supergirl?"

And that's the question, isn't it.

Lena's throat catches. She finally chokes out, "Leave us."

And he obeys without further question. And Kara hasn't stopped looking at her. And she hasn't stopped looking at Kara.

She wanted Kara. She wanted Supergirl. So why then was this so difficult? All she has to do is give in. All she has to do is do exactly what Kara did and just let it be. Let them be.

She can see Kara seeing right through her, no X-ray vision necessary. Her ego is in an epic battle with her heart and her soul… and her body. As she stares at the literally unmasked superhero standing in wait. All she wants is to be in her arms again, but she denies herself because she would't be in the woman's arms that just held her. She'd be in Kara's. And as much as she maybe wanted that a moment ago and that's what caused the slip, Kara wasn't who she thought she was now. Everything had changed.

So she breaks the stare and takes a step to leave.

She doesn't see Kara shake her head in frustration. But she hears the words -

"No. No, Lena." and in an instant, she's blocked. Trapped by strong arms on either side of her gripping the table and she looks down to see how it bends under the firmness of her fingers. The same fingers that had just been inside of her. There's heat between them, as Lena is pinned there, unable to move, forced to face - Kara. It was Kara. It is Kara.

It hits her now and she's both surprised and aroused. Kara currently has her pinned. Kara doesn't want her to leave. Kara wants her, just as much as she wanted her back and she's willing to bend metal and fight to take it. She knows she'll let her leave if she really wants to, but she also knows she doesn't want her to. She watches Kara's jaw set in a way she rarely saw from her friend. Only from Supergirl and now she gets it.

Kara Danvers isn't real. Supergirl is. The real Kara her knows unmatched pain, fearless bravery, and inspiring selflessness. She flies in the heavens. She bends steel. She feels rage. And suffering. And hope. And lust. And in that moment - that complicated, exceptional person, that burning fire of a celestial being, powered by the sun itself - wanted her.

Of all the living creatures in the universe. And that was it. That sense of ego took over next, erasing any feeling of betrayal or fury or foolishness.

Kara just stares at her, wanting and waiting and demanding she not ruin what she both knows they want. Lena's head tilts and she finally gives in, uttering a name.

"Kara Zor-El…"

It's partly a question and partly a confirmation. Like she's meeting her for the very first time.

And the response in Kara's eyes says it all. She's been seen. Finally. For who she is. Who she really is.

So much passes between them in this moment. And Lena realizes how hard it must have been for her, all this time. All these years. Feeling so alone… something she could easily relate to. And yet here they they are, having found each other.

So what the hell was she doing questioning it?

And just as she realizes this - she's kissing her. She's taking Kara Zor-El's face in her hands and kissing her with longing and love and she feels Kara soften and sink into it.

So she guides her, because she wants to prove to her she means this. She pulls her back into her office and leads her to the same couch they'd spent so much time on before, pushing her gently down onto it and she knows Kara would stop her if she wanted to, but instead she sits. And Lena climbs atop her and reaches low, tracing past those abs she loves so much, and when she finds Kara's warmth she grunts before Kara does. Kara - always composed. Always secretive, even now. A habit that needed to be broken. That needed to be shown wasn't necessary any more.

"It's okay." is all she can muster to say to Kara - and she means it in every way.

They're okay. So when Kara breaks finally and breathes, Lena works her body the same way she worked hers - though less super-powered, of course. Kara's mouth drops and she lets it happen for a moment, and finally Lena feels her hip buck up and grind against her palm and then something snaps in Kara - that steel, that fire -

Lena's shocked as she flips them both, Kara landing laid atop her, between her legs. And she rocks and grinds against her center and Lena loves the feeling of her hard body starting to work her again, but no - this isn't about her, so she shifts her leg to be in the perfect place so Kara can basically ride her, thrusting as if Kara's taking her but really she's letting go of herself. She lets Kara Zor-El use her body to get off. She even pulls her ass further and harder against her in the way she knows from before that she likes, which causes Kara to grunt again - this time more hungrily, letting a sound escape that's practically a growl. Lena's never been more turned on and in awe than she is now as she watches Kara's eyes clench shut and her breath start to hitch and her undulations become more desperate. She grips the couch and the fabric tears and metal bends beneath it as she tries not to lose control and Lena just eggs her on with another squeeze as "Lena - " Kara warns, gritting, trying to hold back, trying not to hurt her which she's not sure she can prevent any more -

But Lena doesn't mind one bit, she can break her leg for all she cares. Because she's never seen anything as glorious as Kara Zor-El bringing herself to the edge and back against and atop her body.

And just before Lena is about to cry out and accept whatever fate comes next, whatever the hell Kara Zor-El wants to do with her - Kara's breathing halts and she arrives hard, a silent gasp as her mouth drops in ecstasy and her hands twist metal further and the whole couch deforms beneath them and neither even care as Lena becomes the only person currently on this Earth that's seen her in this state. And it's an honor. And it's beautiful. And it's hot as hell.

Lena pants, flushed and gasping for air right along with her as Kara catches her breath, letting the post-pleasure roll through her, as her body trembles ever so slightly and she finally releases her tight grip on the back and arm of the couch, leaving deep imprints around Lena.

And when Kara opens her eyes, it's the most stunning, deep blue she's ever seen. And she swears there was even a flash of actual fire in them. Yet she didn't get burned.

Neither of them got burned.

Lena reaches up and moves Kara's blonde hair, again taking her face in hand and again uttering the name she now truly knows and loves her as -

"Kara Zor-El."

And she can see it in Kara's eyes that whatever tomorrow may bring, at least in this moment, they are both complete. They've traveled to a place only they could help each other reach.

To The Edge And Back.

END