Wild Thoughts
Touch, skin that has always been hyper sensitive yet completely unbreakable feels as if the very moonlight itself has seeped beneath where those fingers slide against it.
Lena's mouth is insistent and curious against her own, a taste somewhere between the tang of limes and the sweetness of wine. Kara's mind, on one part is completely aware, aware of the huge drop only her hands are keeping the brunette from toppling into it, of the heat of the night air and the fact that though it may feel perfectly comfortable to her it is the cause of the slick smoothness of the skin beneath her hands, the oh so faint sound of music from the other side of the building. And lastly of the main fact, that, Lena, her friend, her…something more? That Lena is pressed against her, every part of her, and all those parts are setting Kara's heart beating so very fast. The other part of her mind is a whirlwind, an incomprehensible hurricane of senses being overloaded with too much information. Gosh, she really has begun to think like a DEO agent.
Lena's hands bush the neckline of her dress, sparks trail from those fingertips and Kara is sure if she looks there would be literal lights coming off her skin in the wake of that touch. She moves her fingers up the brunette's back, tracing the subtle ridges of her spine, the dampness of her skin a pleasant feeling to Kara's super sensitive skin. The heat of her breath is in her mouth, Lena's hands tangled in blonde locks that are no longer in their neat half up do but fall around her shoulders, their bodies molded to each others as the air molds to the very earth and Kara feels as if she is drunk on starlight. If such a thing were ever possible she now knows what it feels like. Heady and light, light as the brush of a butterfly's wings. Every inch of that body held to her own is like the pull of a million collapsing super novas.
The solid press of the other woman's legs around her waist and the way her tongue so readily twines with her own feels like an invitation. If she could concentrate enough to blush at this moment she would but her thoughts are wild and she lets them run, lets her hands slide up strong thighs, edging the already gathered dress hem just a little higher.
"Oh." Lena smiles against her lips as Kara feels her glasses, which were already perched precariously low on her nose, start to slide off completely. The brunettes raises a hand, taking hold of the glasses and Kara reflexively puts a fingers over Lena's, holding them in place. And those wild thoughts come to an abrupt halt. The blonde pulls back slightly, opening her eyes to meet questioning green ones. Of course, she had taken her glasses off just earlier, hoping the meaning in her gaze would be more directly understandable, and trying desperately see if her meaning, her silent want was being understood in turn. But that was different to now. Now her hair is free and falling in curls down her back and if the glasses are gone…
"Kara?" Lena's voice is low, like gravel in rolled velvet, a touch in itself, a caress and a question.
What had Kara thought? That this could go further, further with that pressing secret, that world heavy weight of words hanging over her, over them. Guilt twits in her stomach, growling hell hounds come to chase away the beautiful butterflies of moments before. Abruptly she moves, a feeling of recklessness or is it a 'I'm done with lies' feeling she isn't sure.
She curls her fingers around Lena's where they still rest on her glasses and slowly removes them. They're hands come to rest against the ledge, the glasses pressed between their joined fingers. Kara lets her expression settle, mouth a serious line, eyes careful and observant, an expression that is very much Supergirl and not Kara Danvers. She waits, her heart beating fast but now out of nerves rather than anticipation. The moonlight casts Lena's face into marble and shadow, like a creature carved from snow and ice minus the coldness that comes with both those elements. Fiery snow and sweet warm ice, could snow even be fiery? Kara mentally shakes herself, knowing her babbling thoughts are just trying to distract from the moment at hand. The question at hand.
Lena looks at her for a long moment, expression blank, eyes moving, taking in every inch of Kara's face. The silence draws out and Kara can't bear it a moment longer.
"I'm so sorry, " she murmurers, unable to hold that green eyed gaze looking at her so emotionlessly, a gaze that moments before had been full of desire, she looks down, down at their twined fingers. She knows she should probably explain why, why the secret, why the lies, why to Lena but she knows the business woman isn't stupid. Lena would know why but also know there is no true excuse when all the other reasons are brushed aside.
"Supergirl." It's said as a statement of fact and not a question but Kara still finds herself nodding, her eyes still on their hands, noticing the small chips in the brunette's nails, the different shades of white in the paint on the wall ledge, unimportant things but she notices nonetheless. The hand that has been resting on her shoulder till now moves to cup her face, urging her to look up.
There is hurt in Lena's eyes and that hurt stabs straight to Kara's heart but there is also a smile, a small one but it is there.
"Are you…?"
"Upset? Yes, of course, but I also understand." Lena brushes her thumb across Kara's lips sending tiny lightning strikes through her core despite the worry in her mind. One dark eyebrow lifts.
"I think I may take a while to forgive, you think I'd be used to betrayal by now." That word is like a knife twisting in her gut and Kara bites her lip, trying to keep the tears that threaten to well up from spilling over.
"Do you hate me?" She can't stop herself from asking, it is a small consolation the other woman hasn't pulled away, her legs still circling her waist, her fingers still holding Kara's.
"What? No, I could never hate you Kara." Lena smiles slightly and Kara feel her heart lift.
"I know why you lied…" The smile broadens, her teeth flashing in the shadow and moonlight.
"…but I want to forget that fact, for this moment." She leans in, pressing her lips to the blonde's, who kisses her back desperately, relief making her light headed.
"Make me forget, Kara." The words are a breath, felt rather than heard.
Kara's mind is once again in two differing opinions, to pull away, to deal with this now, to talk and talk some more but what good will talk do, Lena knew, she understood and she was hurting. And she had asked Kara to make her forget, how could she say no to anything Lena asked now, now when she hadn't pulled away, hadn't gone cold and remote as she knew Lena could when she was hurt. Kara had burdened her with this knowledge, she felt it was the smallest thing she could do to ease that burden, to fulfill her wish, her wish to forget. "Top floor, balcony." Lena says, her mouth brushing Kara's ear, letting go of her hand to wrap both arms tightly around her neck. Kara shifts her weight, holding securely to the brunette's legs as she lifts away from the floor. Lena's lips press against her skin just below her jaw as Kara turns in the air, briefly scanning the building before swiftly rising. It takes a few breaths, a few very deep breaths for Kara, who tries to keep her flight steady while her heart beats overtime in response to those lips moving over her pulse point.
They land softly, Kara taking extra care not to jolt as her feet touch the wood of the floorboards. This balcony is empty and the double doors are locked shut but Kara can see the outlines of a couch, table and bed in the darkened room beyond the glass. She feels Lena's grip loosen, her legs unlock from around her waist and the blonde lets her down carefully as
Lena moves her lips from pulse to collar bone to the little dip between those bones at the base of her throat, causing Kara to nearly lose oxygen completely. Hands grip her waist, the brunette turns them and takes a small step forwards and then another until Kara feels the cool glass of the doors against her back and the other woman's body come to press against hers. Those lips may be delightful against her skin but Kara prefers them against her own and placing one hand under Lena's jaw applies the lightest pressure, a request rather than a demand but Lena complies and kisses her again, long and deep. They explore each other, languid and slow, tongues moving in a dance where contact is everything and there is no space between for breath. Somehow keeping a vague semblance of awareness Kara drops one hand to the door behind her, it's locked but a slight tug breaks it and the door slides open.
Without waiting for any urging the blonde continues the momentum Lena started, walking slowly backwards, feeling the soft crush of carpet under her shoes as they move inside. The brunette follows, her fingers stilling on the nape of Kara's neck, untangling themselves from her hair to move lower, gripping the zip of the lilac dress and tugging slightly. Kara feels the bed's edge bump against the back of her knees and comes to a stop, she pulls back, hating to put any space between them but needing that confirmation, even though the half open zip of her dress is an obvious indicator, the confirmation that this is what Lena wants, wants as much as she herself does. Lena tilts her head questioningly, her hands coming to rest on Kara's waist. It is almost completely dark and the older woman leans away slightly, reaching to her left and flicking on a small lamp, its light spilling out in a soft glow.
"Kara? What is it?" Lena asks quietly, turning back to the blonde. Kara fiddles absently with a loose thread on the shoulder of that dark red dress.
"I just…I just wanted to make sure, that, umm, that you want this, because I know I do but that you want it because you want it not as…as a…and I shouldn't be questioning you, I know but…" Green eyes hold hers as the brunette leans in again and Kara closes her eyes as warm lips press to her own stopping the flow of awkward clumsy words, just one kiss, brief and sweet, and Lena leans back, looking at her seriously, her voice is just as serious.
"I want this." She punctuates her words with another feather light kiss.
"I want you." Her mouth lingers this time and Kara lets her muscles relax, lets her knees bend so she's sitting on the edge of the bed. Refusing to let any space come between them now, she locks her arms around Lena's neck, slowly pulling the brunette down with her as she lies back, feeling the soft warm press of Lena's body coming to rest a top her own, her heart beating out a rhythm that she is sure half of National City must be able to hear it. Shoes thud, discarded against the floor, there's another muffled thump as her purse slides from where it was strung over her shoulder to join the shoes.
She feels fingers slide to her shoulders and hook around the loose neckline there, tugging it down, her back now bare against the bed cover, it feels rough compared to the hands moving downwards over her skin, silky soft, from jaw to throat to collar bones to the rise of her breasts. The is no air between them, everything is heat and touch and the pull of the other woman's body, like the moon pulling the sea, that undeniable force that moves entire oceans to its gravity, a magnetic pull to the woman who is pressed against her with all the weight of the gravity of this world. That weight now resting between her legs in the most heart stuttering way, a tightness coils in her centre moving lower and lower as if racing to keep ahead of Lena's fingers that continue to move ever so slowly. Kara's own hands rest on hips and thighs, tracing the curve between those two places, each time nudging the hemline of that dark red dress a little higher. Breathing is a luxury long gone from her mind between the tantalizing hands moving down her body causing her heart, she is sure, to stop multiple times to the mouth covering her own that quite literally prevents inhalation of any breath that is not the brunette's own. She feels the skirt of her dress lifted to gather around her hips and a hand pressing just where she wants it most, just beyond that thin layer of fabric. The need to feel skin against her own, all of her own, is undeniable.
Gripping the neck ties of the dark red material she pulls, too impatient to un-knot it, it only takes the smallest amount of force and the dress is ripped free. Her hands fumble with the clasp of a sleek black bra but Lena pulls back just before she can unhook it. The brunette grips the lilac dress, now bunched about Kara's hips, and the small triangle of fabric beneath it and slides them both down, green eyes holding blue, as her body becomes almost completely bare. The blonde can't hold back a smile, a mix of giddy delight and a deeper hunger welling up inside her, the woman in front of her is a coalescence of light and dark, the glow of the lamp catching every dip and curve, sunlight kissing snow and hair of the darkest chocolate falls around them like a curtain as Lena moves back over her, her teeth flash in the semi shadow of their small dark space created by the waterfall of her hair. Kara moves back to her previous task of unclasping that black bra, Lena lifts a hand as it falls free of her shoulders and tosses it away, it lands almost silently on the floor. The blonde bites her lip, breathe caught in her throat, running her hands up over Lena's shoulders and down her chest to cup her breasts, feeling their soft generous weight, eyes wide relishing the view before her. Leaning up she kisses Lena again, sucking at her lower lip, drawing it between her teeth with just the lightest pressure. She releases that lip with a gasp as one of the hands that has been roaming her skin, moves down to press between her legs. Kara feels her breathing stop, green eyes watch hers intently as that lower hand teases, pressing and then drawing away only to repeat the process over again. Her own hands slide back over shoulder blades, she opens her legs wider, inviting and then she releases that held breath as one finger presses into her.
Lena's expression is intent and soft at the same time, eyes glittering in the half light, Kara feels locked in time, an endless moment or thousands of them, she can't look away not that she wanted to, or ever would want to again, drowning in seas of green. A slow rhythm is taking hold, her thoughts don't seem to want to stay still or solid anymore, they run again and she lets them go, holding to the only real thing in this building hurricane of sensation, the woman pressed against her.
Cupping Lena's face in her hands she presses her forehead to the brunette's, hearing her own breathing turn to gasps in response to those thrusting fingers, while that other hand presses into the bed sheets next to her head. Breathlessly she kisses those red lips, hungrily, it's as if she is suffocating and Lena is the sweetest air.
After a long moment, a moment of lips and tongues and Kara's fingers tangling in hair, Lena pulls away and silky dark strands trails across Kara's chest and then stomach as she moves down the blonde's body. Kara closes her eyes, breath held in anticipation, fingers bunching in the sheets beneath her.
Then that finger is smoothly replaced with a tongue, no space between the touches. A shiver of pleasure tingles up Kara's body, her knees going weak even though she isn't standing, from between her thighs, up through her core, even to the roots of her hair so much she let's go of the sheets and runs her hands through her own hair, tugging slightly to draw out that feeling, a moan escaping her parted lips.
Lena's hands slide under the blonde's hips, fingers caressing the line of her spine, her tongue moving deeper, circling, probing, hitting every sweet spot. Kara's whole body arches, her mind is all sensation, no thoughts, no comprehension of the the room around her, the bed under her, only the green eyed, porcelain skinned woman, Lena, the brunette's body the moon to her sea. A wave slowly quickening, speeding towards something dazzling, some brightly lit shore, hips rocking to that exquisite touch. Her mind and body rising to the irresistible lure of the brunette's mouth against her centre, one hand slides from Kara's back, sliding, over her stomach and up further to cup one breast. Those fingers sending sparks radiating outwards as they knead and massage the soft flesh, the sparks spreading over the blonde's skin to merge with the surging tide steadily rising through her from that exploring tongue, her body quivering.
Kara lowers one hand, needing to touch her in some way, any way, taking Lena's hand that cradles her breast, in her own, twining their fingers together, her grip tightening almost unconsciously, though part of her is part is always aware to keep her strength in check to not hurt the fragile hand in her own, as that dazzling shore comes closer. Lena's dark locks are spread across her hips and thighs, like silk against the always heightened sensitivity of her skin. Her body as taut as a bow string, waiting desperately to be released. Gasps that turn to whimpers as the need grows almost unbearable. The tide is rushing in, bearing down on that glittering shore, moonbright and heady. Kara's body is liquid, water, sea, swirling and writhing, reaching, yearning for the shoreline of ecstasy.
Lena's fingers dig into her lower back, holding her hips firmly, her mouth unyielding. The blonde's breath catches, her back arching up even further, lightening washes over her skin, her free hand curling, fingers digging into the bedspread, into the mattress, gripping, crushing, bending the springs with all her exceptional strength . The tide within her crashing home, consuming and being consumed by blinding bliss, that shore of smooth white incomparable beauty, of glimmering rapture.
Shaking, trembling, her body alight with ecstasy, that hand holding her own the only thing keeping her from dissolving entirely, dissolving into starlit star-made pleasure. Breath released in a sob, body sinking prone onto the sheets, both hands moving to hold that single one tightly between her own, clutching it to her breast, sparking lights begin to fade behind her closed eyelids. A breath against her lips makes her open her eyes to find green ones watching her, lips no longer so red curving in a smile, a smile that's sweet and light with delight, Kara smiles in return, lifting Lena's hand to her own lips, kissing it delicately, each knuckle, each finger tip, holding the brunette's gaze...