The afternoon sun shines through Lena's office window providing much needed light to the dismal space. Lena leans on the front end of her desk, while her employees disseminate paperwork between one another. She stands idly by with a somber expression on her face. Her mind taken in by the monotony and the sound of paper as it whisks pass her ears. Then, a whisper from the television breaks her concentration.
Lena looks up and sees Supergirl on the screen. She barges through her staff to get a better view. Her employees observe quietly as she raises the volume and is drawn in by the broadcast. Supergirl stands before a press junket, delivering an eloquent and heartfelt apology to the people of National City. At the end of her speech, she stares in to the camera and proclaims, "I know I can't repair all that I've done. I can only hope that one day you all can forgive me. It is my solemn oath to spend the rest of my days making it up to you."
Supergirl walks away from the podium followed by a trail of boos and jeers from the audience. Lena turns off the television and turns to find her employees staring empathetically at her. "We can finish this later," she says. The staff takes up their work and exit her office. Lena remains seated at the edge of her desk, reviewing a leftover pile of documents. As she skims the pages, her assistant comes walking through the office door.
"Whatever it is, can it wait?" Lena asks.
"She's been waiting since this morning," her assistant replies.
"She…" Lena says. Just then, Kara walks up behind the nervous assistant.
"I'm sorry, I tried to tell her you were very busy."
"It's fine," Lena replies. Her assistant leaves, shutting the door as she goes.
"I'm sorry to bother you while you're busy," Kara says sincerely, "I called and texted you, but you never answered. Then I get here, and your assistant tells me that my privilege to arrive unannounced has been revoked." Kara looks pass her and out the large glass window, "I would have flown up here, but it seems you have the balcony under construction …or should I say deconstruction."
"Yet, with all that laid out in front of you, you still couldn't get the hint," Lena replies. Her eyes fixed on the work in her hands.
"I came to apologize—"
"Do they make greeting cards for putting someone's mother in a coma?" Lena interjects.
"I'm sorry," she says, forthrightly. But Lena is unmoved by the sentiment and does not acknowledge the apology. "Can you please look at me?" Kara requests.
"I don't need to look at you to hear what you're saying. Here…" — Lena places her work back onto her desk. — "Is that better? What can I do for you Kara?" she asks. Lena holds up her arm as Kara attempts to venture in her direction.
Kara takes a moment to absorb Lena's defensive gesture, "You have to know that wasn't me," she says.
"Well she looked like you," Lena retorts, folding her arms tightly. "She talked like you… she even smelled just like you."
"I didn't mean for you to find out like—"
"Don't be mendacious," Lena interrupts, "you didn't expect me to find out at all"— she walks around her desk — "now if you could please leave, I have work to do."
Kara squints her eyes in frustration, "Why does it seem as though you are purposely being contentious?" she asks. "You know what… I think I will leave. Before we say something that we can't take back." Lena doesn't respond, and Kara turns and walks away. "I'll come back another time," she sighs.
"Or perhaps, it'd be best if this is the last time we see each other," Lena retorts, in a deviously cold manner.
Kara turns around with a barren look in her eyes. "Don't do this Lena."
"Let's be honest," she responds, "this friendship was always going to end this way."
"I don't think you're talking about our friendship when you say that," Kara counters.
Lena rolls her eyes. "Real nice," she responds. "You should go now."
"I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me," Kara says, defiantly.
"Fine." Lena reaches to her desk and presses a large call button on her phone. "If you won't leave willingly, then you'll be shown out."
A lone, burly security guard shows up, then grabs hold of Kara's arm. "You've gotta be kiddin—"
"Just leave peaceful," Lena tells her, "Because I know you don't want anyone to be harmed."
The guard has an exhausted expression on his face while he tries to drag Kara out the door. She barely resists the forceful removal, but hardly shifts an inch. "Lena why are you doing this?" she asks; permitting herself to be nudged slightly toward the door. Another guard enters the scene, and now she has two men attempting to pull her out the office.
Lena turns away from the scuffle but listens as the guards exacerbate themselves trying to get control of the situation. "Just go Kara," she implores.
Kara tugs, pulls, and pushes loose from the guards and their stronghold. She grows frustrated as she stares at the silhouette of Lena's back. "Lena please," she pleads, "don't do this." Lena stares out the window, tears trickling down her cheeks. Her pale face, red with sorrow. "Lena…" Kara's voice trails, "I love you!" she proclaims.
Lena swiftly turns and their eyes lock from across the room. She launches toward Kara, even as security continues in their attempt to remove her from the premises. She stops a few feet in front of Kara, then takes her chin into the palm of her hands. She tenderly pulls their lips together, her tears blending with the moisture from their soft lips. The guards release Kara into Lena's charge, then quietly exit the office. Lena slowly withdraws from their entanglement; a conflicted expression shadows her cheekbones.
Kara gently takes her thumb across Lena's tear drenched cheeks, then abrasively devours her warm soft lips. Lena reciprocates her aggressive embrace, until they are enraptured by an unceasing tide of soft tissue. "Wait," Lena mumbles, stricken by the weight of her love's unrelenting lips. "We have to stop," she insists, forcefully pushing away from Kara.
Kara's eyes remain fixated on Lena's mouth. "This shouldn't be this difficult," Kara says.
"But it is…because of me," Lena exhales, collapsing back into her desk.
"You're not responsible for this," Kara replies, "If I would have told you who I was when we became close, this may have been avoided."
"It wasn't your omission that caused this Kara. It was my lie."
"What are you talking about?" Kara asks.
"What my mother told you was true," Lena admits. "I did come here under false pretenses."
"What your mother told me?" Kara repeats, curiously.
"No matter what she told you," Lena contends, "I didn't come here to hurt you. I just wanted revenge on Superman."
"Oh really" — Kara folds her arms tightly against her chest— "And how did you plan on doing that?" she asks, pointedly.
"I swear I was only supposed to get intel on Supergirl," Lena responds, hesitantly. "I didn't know that you—"
Kara interrupts, "And if you did know?" she ask, heatedly. "Would that have stopped you?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Lena replies, thoughtfully.
Kara reacts with a scowl then turns to exit the office. Lena chases after her, then throws her body in front of the door. They shuffle side to side as Kara tries to avoid physical contact with her persistent captor. Lena tries to reach out, but Kara swiftly tilts her face in the other direction. "Don't," Kara demands, as a single tear falls down her chin.
"I'm only confirming what you already knew," Lena responds, with her hands in front of the fleeing brunette.
"Actually…" Kara replies, staring her in the eyes, "I didn't know that."
"But back at the cabin—"
"I can't remember anything!" Kara barks. "I don't remember anything after flying away from you and Alex at the penthouse" — she turns away, then turns back to Lena— "I could have gone a lifetime without knowing that," she says.
"But I couldn't have gone on without telling you," Lena replies. "So where does that leave us?" she asks.
"I don't know," Kara answers. She moves toward the exit again, but this time, Lena lets her pass by unhindered.
"I'm leaving National City," Lena blurts. Neither woman turns in response.
"When did you decide this?"
"I don't know that it matters," Lena responds; peering slyly over her shoulder.
Kara continues to the door, "You're right. It doesn't."
Lena spins around, "Just…tell me you want me to stay."
Kara releases the door knob and quickly sprints back toward her. She wraps her arm forcefully around Lena's waist, and yanks her into a tight embrace. Kara's mouth lingers reluctantly at the edge of Lena's tender lips, recycling every breath that escapes her body. "Stay," Kara says softly; before pressing their lips together.
Lena's glides her lips down to Kara's chin, then traces her mouth across the outline of her jaw. She feels Kara exhale into her collarbone, and trembles as her mouth lands onto her skin. She eases back onto her desk as Kara's hands run up the outside of her thighs, and maneuvers beneath the hem of her dress. Kara's fingers massage her burning flesh, while her warm breath moistens the tip of her earlobe.
Kara's face burns hot as Lena penetrates through her icy disposition with a stroke of her tongue. Lena unbuttons her shirt then aggressively peels it from her body, stroking her muscles in the process. Kara wraps Lena's legs around her waist, then grabs her tightly by the rear and pulls her closer. Though her hands are enthusiastic, they are ill-equipped to handle Lena's voluptuous frame.
Her fingers play across the curves of Lena's hips, then glide delicately beneath her lace lingerie. She jerks her hand underneath the light fabric, tearing it off Lena's body. Kara plunges into her chest and begins to nibble on her breast. An impassioned moan erupts from Lena's body, and she collapses backward on her desk. Kara's mouth stationed on her flesh, her hands planted firmly on top of Lena's thighs.
Lena retrieves Kara's face from her chest, and with a bite of her lip, lures her onto the desk. Kara's eases down on top of her and gazes deep into her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you," Kara whispers, while caressing her cheek. Lena takes hold of her hand and tenderly places a kiss on each finger. She gets to the last digit, and a subtly smile comes across her face. A shadow of intrigue graces Kara's face; and Lena quickly envelops her fingers inside her mouth.
She caresses her slender limbs with her moist tongue then lets her hand glide off the precipice of her lips. Lena guides Kara down the side of her figure and in between her quivering legs. She places Kara's fingers onto her flesh and an uncontrollable whimper escapes her body. Lena lends support to Kara's cautious member as she probes the crevice of her delicate tissue, then glides her fingers across the surface of her soaking skin.
Kara indulges in the sight of Lena's carnal gratification while she squirms inside of her pulsating walls. The low moans that expel from her body throw Kara into an excited fit. Her heart begins to beat heavily in her chest and her veins vibrate underneath her skin. Their eyes meet, and Kara leans forward, engulfing Lena's lips with her own.
Lena's back jolts up from the desk as Kara courses deeper inside unversed territory. Their lips peel apart as she convulses under the pressure of Kara's empathetic fingers. She frantically reaches for the button on Kara's pants and effortlessly gains access. "Take them off," she pleads. She watches Kara remove her pants, then likewise, removes her own clothing.
They scan each other's frame, but both hesitate to make the first move. Then Lena takes charge, grabbing Kara by the neck and pulling her downward. Their bodies collide, and their lips reconnect. "What if someone comes in?" Kara asks, while struggling to catch her breath.
"I don't care," Lena retorts, "I want you now." Kara slides off from on top of her and onto the floor. Lena releases a throaty sigh and buries her face inside the palms of her hand. Silence engulfs the office, and she starts to sense Kara's presence hovering over her body. She uncovers her face just as Kara scoops her off the marble and into her arms.
Kara takes on an assertive bearing as she carries Lena to the couch, then gently lays her on top of the cushion. She brazenly parts Lena's thighs and positions herself between her hearty limbs. Their aching members finally come together to satiate their shared yearning. Kara gently presses their soft tissue together and gradually begins to sway between Lena's inviting legs. She maneuvers on top of her wet flesh like a gamer maneuvers a controller, but with a tactical precision.
Lena runs her hands loosely over Kara's toned physique and moans incoherently as her soul is launched into another realm of pleasure. A single tear emerges from her eyelid and slowly trickles down her cheek. Kara leans forward and catches the small droplet with the skin of her bottom lip. "Are you okay?" she whispers.
"Just don't stop," Lena pleads. Kara becomes enthralled by the perky mounds of tissue bouncing on Lena's chest. Her every stride is devised to induce more of that vigorous action. A gentle hip sway turns into a strong pelvic grind, producing more friction between their raw flesh. Kara's intense stroke forces Lena's into the arm of the couch, and she extends her hands above her head to avoid continual impact.
"You smell so good," Kara whispers. She slides her hands up the Lena's arms and clasps onto her wrists. "You feel even better." Lena nibbles on Kara's bottom lip, enticing her into a passionate kiss. A whimper vents from Lena's body and out the side of her mouth. Her thighs tighten around Kara's waist and her body begins to stiffen.
"Kara—"
"Lena."
"Faster."
Kara's stroke picks up momentum, exerting more friction onto Lena's tiny frame. "Right there," Lena moans. Digging her finger nails into Kara's back, she utters an array of profane vulgarities into the open air. A rush of euphoria radiates from her pelvis and spreads throughout her body, culminating in the release of a loud grunt. She spreads her worn limbs loosely across the couch and lets out an intense exhalation. "Oh my God," she sighs, while running her fingers through Kara's hair.
Kara stares down at her with a thoughtful look in her eyes. She leans forward and kisses Lena tenderly. Their modest kiss gradually grows into a heated tongue exercise. Suddenly, Lena jerks forward from the sofa, and lets out a hoarse groan. She looks down at her thighs, and Kara fingertips have invaded the walls of her flesh.
They stare lustfully into each other's eyes as Kara tenderly penetrates her wet tissue. Kara eases her way down to Lena's groin and outlines her pelvis with the tip of her mouth. She grazes her teeth across Lena's protruding flesh, then uses her tongue to soak up the residual juices. She gently sucks on her aching member with the edge of her lips; while relentlessly probing the tight crevice of her body.
Lena wraps Kara's hair in her hand and pulls her face from the depths of her thighs. "Devour me," she commands; before shoving Kara back between her legs. Her head lurches into the cushion as Kara beats her thick tongue against her core. Writhing in ecstasy she extends her hand to the other end of the sofa; and Kara reaches back, interweaving their thin fingers. Her warm flesh quakes subtly and her legs muscles constrict. "Shhhi—" Lena stutters, before releasing low squeak.
Kara is seized by Lena's failing hand and pulled into a wildly passionate kiss. She braces her fist into the cushion until Lena exhausts herself of affection. Kara eases herself in between Lena and the back end of the couch. They lay in silence, facing each other and exchanging pensive stares. Lena's hand reaches out to her, and Kara quickly shoots upright. She slides down to the edge of the sofa, squirms pass Lena's legs, then rises onto her feet.
"Don't worry," Lena snaps, rising assertively from the couch. "I know better than to equate a good fuck to an amicable solution.
"I'm sure you do," Kara replies, as she slides on her pants. "And I'm sure you know this doesn't change anything for me. You still lied." She buttons her pants, then reaches down to pick her shirt up.
"Yeah, and you put my mother in a coma," Lena retorts, standing confidently in her nudity.
"Exactly," Kara says. She buttons her shirt, then picks Lena's black dress from the ground. She swaggers over to Lena and drapes the dress on the front of her bare physique. "So, I guess your decision to leave still stands," she says softly.
"If that's what you want."
"It's not about what I want," Kara sighs. She backs away slightly but Lena pulls toward her.
"What do you want me to say?" Lena asks.
"I want you to say with absolute assurance that you can do this—" Kara responds, "that when things get hard— and they will get hard. I want to know that you won't run."
"I would never—"
"Don't," Kara says sharply. "Take a second to look at where we are in this moment."
"When have you ever known me to just leav—"
Kara interrupts, "What about Jack?"
Lena glares at her, "How dare you," she barks, "you know that situation was complicated."
"And this isn't complicated?" —Lena steps away with tears swelling in her eyes, but Kara grabs her. — "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bought Jack into it."
"No, you shouldn't have—" Lena replies, "but I can't say you're wrong." She gazes brazenly at Kara's mouth, with a confused expression. "I don't know if I want to kiss you or slap you right now."
Kara takes her by the hand and glares deep into her eyes. "You make me more vulnerable than kryptonite ever could," she reveals, "So before you ask for forever, make sure you can handle right now." She heads towards the exit, but when she goes to open the door, she finds it is locked.
"Sorry," Lena says. She rushes over to her desk, "I locked it when you tried to leave."
Kara watches as Lena unlocks the door with the press of a button. "I don't know how to feel about that," she replies.
"I didn't want you to leave," Lena says.
"You do realize I have superpowers?" Kara quips.
"I'm still getting used to it."
"Well you let me know if you can get used to this," Kara says, using her hand to gesture at the space between them. She makes a graceful exit, as Lena looks on with adoration gushing from her eyes.
"I love you too," she blurts, with a soft whisper. But Kara is gone.