Supercorp: Lena decides to get a tattoo of Kara's crest in a very intimate area. Healing time is twelve weeks. Kara wonders why Lena doesn't want Kara to touch her. Kara always means to ask but Lena distracts her by satisfying her until she's seeing stars

Lena sat down and winced slightly; she realistically had known how much a brand new tattoo would hurt, but she still found herself slightly unprepared for just how tender she currently felt. She found herself questioning her sanity for the fourth time that afternoon for deciding to get the rather small tattoo, just below her bikini line.

Every time she moved, the tiny House of El crest ached and made Lena suck her breath in rather sharply.

She had been told that the tattoo would take twelve weeks to heal, which seemed reasonable enough, until Lena remembered she wanted the tattoo to be a surprise for Kara, which meant her girlfriend couldn't see her without her knickers for twelve weeks. That, Lena decided, was going to be an issue.

That evening, Kara flopped onto the bed next to Lena, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her fingers started trailing patterns over Lena's stomach, occasionally dipping under her top to dance across the bare skin.

Lena placed down her book and turned her head to face Kara, a smirk on her lips, a quip on her tongue, but found her lips suddenly pressed against Kara's. Lena deepened the kiss, her tongue swiping across Kara's lips to gain entry. Kara shifted slightly, her knee moving between Lena's legs, which caused Lena to still momentarily as she remembered her new tattoo.

In one decisive movement, Lena rolled, gently pushing Kara back onto the bed and moved to straddle her hips. Lena slowly drew her top over her head and grinned at the way Kara drank in her form. Kara moved to sit up, to undo the buttons on Lena's trousers, but Lena took Kara's wrists in hers.

'Uh uh' she tutted and moved Kara's hands away from her, 'let me look after you darling.'

Kara grinned, assuming she'd be able to return the favour, and settled back as Lena slowly undressed her, kissing each piece of newly revealed skin.

She convulsed as Lena nipped at her abs, and squirmed as Lena trailed kisses from her navel, lower and lower until Kara let out a small gasp as Lena ran her tongue over her clit.

Kara tangled her hand into Lena's hair, her head rolling back against the pillow as her girlfriend continued to gently tease her with her tongue.

She looked down and locked eyes with Lena, who raised an eyebrow and brought up two fingers, slipping them easily into Kara.

Kara moaned as Lena set up a slow pace, fingers pumping at a deliberate pace to keep Kara on the edge, while slightly increasing the pressure with her tongue.

Lena continued this pace, waiting for Kara to ask for more, to beg for more.

'Pl… please Lena' Kara eventually relented, 'I need more.'

Lena sped up her fingers, curling them as Kara panted above her. She felt the grip in her hair tighten and Kara's thighs clench as Kara's hips bucked, riding Lena's face.

Kara came with a loud cry, repeating Lena's name over and over again as her orgasm shook through her body.

Lena didn't let up and continued to flick her tongue over Kara's clit, coaxing her through her second orgasm.

As Kara's body convulsed for the second time, Lena crawled her way back up the bed to scoop the twitching Kryptonian into her arms.

'Gimme five mins' Kara mumbled, 'and I can return the favour'

'Just sleep darling' Lena chuckled, stroking Kara's hair.

Less than five minutes later Lena heard low snores from beneath the blonde curls strewn all over the pillow.

Lena found that she could keep up the same pattern of behaviour over the next few nights, but feared Kara would call her out on it soon enough.

Thankfully Lena was able to distract Kara for a few weeks; diverting her attention from the fact Lena hadn't let her touch her in two weeks. It was simple enough at first; she made sure to wear Kara's favourite bras; the ones that pushed up her breasts and encased them in lace.

She had to get slightly more inventive when Kara questioned why Lena kept wearing her more risqué underwear, but she wasn't a genius for nothing, and distracted Kara by providing a rather sensual lap dance.

Massages had also been used to ensure her tattoo remained a secret, but Lena was starting to feel guilty about not telling Kara, plus she was only three weeks into the twelve it would take to heal; she wasn't sure she would survive that long.

Kara had picked up that there was something Lena was keeping from her, but she couldn't lie; she was loving all of Lena's distraction techniques. After all, there was no way she was quizzing Lena when she was dressed in a black lace corset with a garter belt.

Kara debated using her x-ray vision, but decided that if it was serious enough, Lena would have told her.

Finally, Lena's tattoo healed and Lena was ready to cry with relief. As she hadn't allowed Kara to touch her, Lena hadn't let herself come at her own hands. She was frustrated beyond belief and couldn't wait to show Kara her tattoo.

Kara landed on the balcony of Lena's penthouse and followed the dim flickering light to the bedroom. Upon entering, she discovered Lena laid out on the bed, wearing only one of her checked shirts, bathed in candlelight. Her skin was luminescent as the candles scattered around the room flickered.

'There's been something I've wanted to show you for a while…' Lena started.

'Does this have something to do with why I have had, in my estimation, roughly a thousand orgasms in the past twelve weeks?' Kara questioned.

'You noticed…' Lena bit her lip.

'I'm not complaining!' Kara grinned.

Lena smirked back and slowly lifted the bottom of the shirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Kara gulped.

Lena continued to raise the shirt until it was high enough to show the small crest tattooed on her lower pubic bone.

Kara stepped closer to take a look and looked up at Lena, eyes wide. 'Is that..?' she questioned.

Lena nodded.

'Can I..?' Kara didn't finish the sentence; instead her fingers hovered over the black ink.

Lena nodded again.

Kara gently ran her fingers over the small tattoo, looking up at Lena again when she whined at the contact and her hips bucked slightly.

Kara giggled at the reaction her fingertips had caused, but stifled it when Lena cocked an eyebrow.

'It's been twelve weeks Kara; twelve weeks in which I have been unbelievably turned on, but not let myself come…' Lena stated seriously.

'You've not even touched yourself?' Kara asked incredulously.

'I thought that would be a little hypocritical as I was not letting you touch me…' Lena reasoned.

'You're so wet…' Kara marvelled as she slid her fingers down a little further, running them through Lena's folds.

'Twelve. Weeks.' Lena husked at Kara slipped two fingers into her and quickly sought to bring her to release.

It didn't take long until Lena was wrecked; panting, writhing, begging Kara to fuck her; fuck her deeper, fuck her harder.

Kara obliged and Lena toppled over the edge, Kara's name on her lips.

Kara spooned Lena as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her fingers trailing down Lena's body until they were ghosting over the tattoo.

'Do you understand what this means?' Kara whispered, unsure if Lena was aware of the full implications of having her crest permanently etched into her skin.

'It means I'm yours forever' Lena stated simply.