prompt: jess walks in kara and lena so they decide to not do it in the office anymore so they go to kara's house and alex and maggie walk in on the and alex just hands maggie 25$ mumbling something about loosing a bet
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Chapter rated M for almost smut
Lena Luthor does NOT have an exhibition kink.
She doesn't.
Really.
It's not like she actually wants to get caught having sex.
She just like the potential for getting caught.
Errr. . . threat. The threat of getting caught.
The thought of buttoned up, prim and proper, never so much as a speeding ticket in her life Kara Danvers getting so caught up in the act of fucking her that she forgets to use her super senses to check for people coming to interrupt them leaves Lena more than a little hot and bothered.
It leaves her a suffocatingly hot and unbearably bothered.
So if she tempts fate on occasion, is it really her fault?
"Snapper wants me to get quotes from people who watched the meteor shower."Kara mumbles around a bite of her sandwich. "Not to write a story about the meteor shower, but to get quotes. From people who woke up at 3am to watch a meteor shower."
"We were up at 3am watching the meteor shower, you can get a quote from me." Lena offers, trying desperately not to notice the way Kara's neck muscles strain as she chews. "And you could get a quote from Supergirl, that would be an interesting view point - an alien's thoughts on a space phenomenon."
"Mmmm! I could go down to the bar and ask the aliens there if any of them watched it. That's a great idea!"
Lena simply nods, not trusting herself to speak after she watches Kara's biceps flex to open a bottle of water.
"Oh and Alex and Maggie are going to meet us at our place and we'll walk over to the theater together if that's okay with you."
Lena nods again, and Kara gives her a look.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Of course, Alex and Maggie are meeting us at the apartment and we're walking to the theater."
Kara's eyes lock with hers and she almost misses the way her girlfriend's hands flutter nervously.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
Kara doesn't speak for a moment, her blue eyes searching Lena's green ones, and when she does speak it comes out like a squeak.
"Like you want to eat me for lunch."
She's sure the smile that spreads across her face is purely devilish.
"I was thinking you looked more like dessert."
Kara gulps at that, eyes wide behind her glasses.
"Here?!"
Lena pulls her legs up under her and leans across the couch, making sure that the cleavage showing over the top of her blouse is on full display.
"You act like we haven't done this before."
"Well, no, I mean - yes- but, well, aren't you busy?"
Lena reaches out a single finger, tracing the edge of Kara's white button up.
"I have the time if you do."
"I have- " Kara's voice cuts out and she clears her throat. "I have time."
That's all the permission Lena needs and she surges forward, capturing Kara's lips with her own. She tries to keep it chaste but Kara's teeth close around her lower lip and she quickly loses any semblance of the self control she was pretending to have.
Kara leans back on the couch, strong hands lifting Lena until she's on top her, skirt riding up as straddles Kara's hips. She feels the heat rising from Kara's body, threatening to set her aflame.
Kara pulls back, hand gripping at Lena's hair and her head is pulled down until she can feel Kara's breath on her ear, wet tongue darting out to catch the shell of it.
"Fast or slow?"
It's a simple question that lights a fire in Lena's belly.
"Fast." She glances at the clock on the wall. "I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."
She feels Kara nod and then she's in the air, floating briefly as Kara turns them over and sets her gently back down on the couch. Her skirt is hiked even higher on her thighs than before and her heart pounds in her chest with looks up at her girlfriend who has one foot on the ground, the other leg on the couch between Lena's. Her blond hair is falling out of its clips, the collar of her shirt has come untucked from her cardigan, and her glasses are askew but she doubts if Kara even notices. The reporter is unbuttoning her slacks, eyes locked on Lena and this time she's the one that's smirking
She loves this, the way Kara is so demure and unassuming until Lena pushes just the right button and it's like a switch has flipped and Kara is this sexually confident, super powered goddess. Sometimes Lena makes it a game with herself - to see just what sequence of actions it takes to press that button.
Her eyes drift to where Kara's pants are falling open, the tracings of her abs just peeking through, and Lena can't stop herself from reaching out and outlining them with her finger. She dips down lower, past the elastic off Kara's underwear, past the curve of her pubic bone-
"Ms. Luthor, your one o'clock is early - oh!"
Lena's brain freezes and then scrambles to take in the fact that her assistant is in the doorway and Kara's hand is at the top of her thigh just at the edge of her underwear (when did that happen?); and her own hand is down Kara's pants and holy shit, how could she have forgotten to lock her door . . . again?
"I'll tell him that you'll be a few minutes late." Jess finishes and well, at least somebody got to finish.
"Thank you, Jess." Lena's eyes are still locked with Kara's, neither of them moving a muscle until the door clicks closed again.
As soon as it does, Kara steps away, obviously flustered, buttoning her pants and running her fingers through her hair. Lena takes her time, standing and letting her skirt fall back to her knees as she straightens her blouse in one of the decorative mirrors.
"I'm just gonna go . . . work on those quotes for Snapper."
Lena almost laughs at the sudden change. And she grins at her girlfriend before stepping closer to adjust Kara's collar.
"What time are Alex and Maggie coming over? 7?"
Kara nods, eyes locked on Lena's lips.
She can't resist just one more, so she leans and pecks their lips together, refusing to let it deepen, no matter how much she wants to cancel all of her meetings and spend the afternoon with Kara in bed. When she pulls back, Kara still looks flustered, Lena's purple lipstick smeared so that she looks like a subdued version of the Joker.
Lena does laugh then, and uses her thumb to wipe the lipstick away.
"I love you."
"I love you too, I'll see you tonight." Kara promises as she turns to leave.
It's a nice view, and Lena reaches out to smack her ass.
"Go get 'em, Danvers."
"I thought you said they were going to be here at 7?"
Lena plops down on the sofa next to Kara, practically in her lap, gazing up at her girlfriend as she flips through a stack of papers.
"Alex said Maggie got stuck up at the precinct a little late. They should be here in about twenty."
"Maybe we can eat first and grab a later showing then?"
"Works for me."
Kara's eyes don't leave the page in front of her and Lena takes a moment to study her profile, heart fluttering at the familiar sight. Kara swallows and as Lena watches her throat bob, she bites her lip - wondering how she ever got lucky enough for an actual ray of sunshine to fall in love with her.
She leans forward, teeth gently scraping the column of Kara's neck and she doesn't miss the sharp intake of breath.
"Lena."
She pulls back to meet Kara's eyes.
"Want me to stop?"
Kara just shakes her head and Lena finds herself being tugged onto her girlfriend's lap, straddling her knees as the papers Kara had been looking at scatter in the floor. Kara's mouth is hot and insistent against her neck and for a moment she worries she might bruise but then she remembers she doesn't care and her fingers begin working at the buttons of Kara's shirt. She gets it down as far as she can without shifting positions and then her fingers move to Kara's bra straps, tugging them down until her heaving chest is on display.
The sight turns her on immensely.
She knows that no physical exertion can get the superhero this breathless, that it's all her - all Lena- and her heart stammers at the thought.
"Baby, please." Kara whispers desperately and Lena's stomach clenches. She nudges Kara's chin upwards with her nose and traces her tongue down her strong jawline. Kara's hands are firm on her hips, running along her thighs but they freeze at the sound of a door slamming.
"Sorry we're late- what the - my eyes!"
Lena doesn't have to turn around to know that Alex and Maggie are in her living room and they can see her, on top of her girlfriend, Kara's hands on her ass. She's grateful for the small things, like the fact that she's still fully dressed, and that she's blocking their view of Kara's mostly exposed chest.
"What the hell are you doing to my baby sister, Luthor?!"
"Not what I want to be doing! Why are you even here? I thought you were going to be late!"
"We made up time! I tried to let you know but somebody didn't answer her phone!"
"I was otherwise preoccupied!" Lena yells back and she can feel Kara shaking with laughter beneath her.
"Can you give us like five minutes?" She begs, dropping her forehead to Kara's in exasperation.
"Come on Danvers," She hears Maggie cut in. "You owe me twenty bucks."
"I don't even know why we had to bet on how long it would take to catch them in the act at their new place. That was a dumb bet on my part."
Lena hears the door close behind them and she opens her eyes to see Kara's twinkling up at her.
"Twice in one day? It's almost like you're trying to caught."
"I'm trying to get laid, sweetheart."
Kara laughs, that musical sound that Lena loves.
"Well maybe next time we'll make it to the bedroom and we can actually finish."
Lena raises her eyebrows.
"Or . . . "
"I'm not having sex with you in the movie theater bathroom!"
"You can't blame a girl for trying!"
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