p id="docs-internal-guid-198b9b5a-7fff-3761-957c-eb5de920c505" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm here for you, of you still want that." Lena's voice is tentative, Kara seems so fragile and as much as Lena simply wants to pull her friend close and hug her till that sad lost look leaves those blue eyes she doesn't dare, for fear that may cause her to shatter altogether. The reporter glances down, blinking sharply, then back up, her eyes are damp, her lips curve in a sad parody of a smile. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Lena feels her heart twist and steps forward, almost reaching out but stops herself at the last moment, her hands instead clasping themselves together by her waist. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""If I still want that?" She repeats Lena's words, her eyes slowly becoming focused. The business woman nods, smiling slightly, hoping Kara will open up finally, obviously holding her emotions in wasn't helping the blonde deal with her grief. Kara steps forwards now, easing her bag off her shoulder to drop next to her feet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Want that..." Lena meets her gaze, and struggles to hold it such is the intensity behind those eyes, an unexpected intensity, she nods again even though Kara hadn't really asked a question. The brunette finds herself stepping backwards as Kara moves again, towards her in rapid steps. Forced to come to a sudden halt when her desk presses against the back of her legs, her heart is in her mouth, a feeling of confusion wells in her chest but it is drowned by the adrenaline running through her, quickening her breath, unsure what is going to happen next. Kara halts her forward progress only when there's less than an inch between them, her expression is hungry, all traces of sadness gone as if they'd never been and Lena doubts it's hunger for potstickers this once. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What if what I want is this?" The blonde says at the same moment closing the space between them, molding her body to Lena's, her hands gripping Lena's waist with an almost painful strength. The dark haired woman takes a deep breath, trying to keep her thoughts straight with the feeling of Kara's body pressed flush against her, her own hands hold the edge of the desk tightly even though part of her longs to respond, to reach for the younger woman in return. Kara was upset and grieving and really shouldn't be making advances like this, people always tended to regret actions made in grief and anger and Lena did not want to be that regret. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Kara, I don't think..." She trails off as the reporter dips her head and lips graze her jaw and throat, lighting fires wherever they touch. Hands glide down over black material, gripping her thighs and Lena finds herself unable to protest, unwilling even, as Kara lifts her to sit on the edge of the desk. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You said 'if I want..' " The blonde mummers, moving closer to press herself between Lena's legs. Blue eyes meet pale green, her gaze direct and unapologetic. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""This is what I want." And again Lena can't bring herself to object as Kara leans closer and presses her lips to the brunette's./spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"br /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It's as if fireworks go off somewhere, somewhere inside her mind, explosions of color and light and pleasure and Lena finds herself kissing her back, arms locking around the other woman's neck. She let's that questing tongue part her lips, feeling the blonde's breath in her mouth. /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"br /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Kara tugs at the silk blue of the business woman's top, exposing smooth pale shoulders, hands slide down her bare chest, fingers easing under the edge of her bra, teasing the soft flesh there. With great effort Lena pulls back but Kara simply moves her mouth to her bare shoulders, her hands leaving their ministrations under her bra to move lower, yanking the black pencil skirt up already half bare thighs to bunch at her hips./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Kara..." She takes a breath managing to unlock her arms from around the other woman's neck and is about to stop the progress of those hands moving rapidly up her thighs when one presses abruptly between her legs. Her own fingers curl in response, gripping Kara's shoulders as her back arches into the touch. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I think you shouldn't..." Breath brushes over her skin, lips grazing her pulse point sending it stuttering into a gallop. The blonde completely ignoring Lena's half attempted breathless sentences, her lower hand pressing and retreating in the most tantalizing way while the other holds her waist tightly. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Lena is near giving up her protests, Kara is her friend, her best friend even, maybe her smile had made her catch her breath or her casual touch tingled over her skin before but she always dismissed it, no point giving attention to something she assumed would never be, and she cherished their friendship, perfectly content with that and nothing more. But this is definitely more, her hips moving in rhythm with Kara's hand pressing against her centre, Kara's mouth hot and damp on her skin, Lena let's herself surrender, surrender to touch, to feel, to heat. No more thinking, just sensation, her hands twisting into silky smooth blonde hair, a moan escaping her lips as Kara pushes aside the last layer of clothing between them and... /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The brunette's body goes perfectly still as Kara slides a finger into her in one swift motion. Lena exhales slowly and the younger woman catches that breath, covering Lena's mouth with her own. She feels her muscles tighten around that finger as it withdraws and presses, withdraws and presses, at an ever quickening pace. Kara tugs her lower lip, teeth sinking in to the point of almost pain, that combined with the sensations in the rest of Lena's body makes for an exquisite medley. The brunette's fingers twine tightly in blonde locks as Kara buries her face in Lena's neck, kissing again and again the sensitive skin behind her jaw and ear. Lena feels her muscles turn to liquid, only Kara's hand on the small of her back is keeping her upright. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"She holds tightly to the blonde woman, nails digging into the dark fabric of Kara's dress, she can feel the muscles of her back and shoulder working under her hands, the strength and solidity there at odds with how fragile she had seemed moments before. Unlike herself, her whole body trembles, weak with pleasure. Her ankles lock around Kara's waist, urging her closer, deeper and the blonde needs no encouraging, one hand moving to cup her behind, all but lifting her with each thrust. Lena struggles to keep her breathing quiet, to not moan out loud as she feels that building sensation in her core. The back of Kara's dress is bunched tightly in her hands, fingers clutching desperately at the fabric as she feels herself begin to come un-tethered. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Shhh." Kara breaths against her mouth, Lena simply kisses her again, deep and long, tongues exploring, breathes exchanged. Lips pull away from hers and she opens her eyes, finding blue ones looking back, the lens of her glasses reflecting the light streaming in the window behind them. Kara holds her gaze, expression serious and intent and something else unreadable, that lower hand working at a pace that causes Lena's eyelids to flutter, her head tilting back, all control over her body gone./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Kara's mouth assaults her the skin of her throat, fire hot and sparking those flames higher as Lena feels herself shudder into climax, soft lips find their way back to hers again, swallowing her moans as her body quivers, humming with sweet ecstasy. The brunette slumps forwards, head resting on the blonde's shoulder, a breathless sigh escaping her lips. Stillness for a moment, the only sound their breathing, chests rising and falling in unison. Then Kara's hands trail down her thighs and drop away. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Coherent thought abruptly makes itself known to Lena, sitting on her work desk, her bra the only thing covering her chest, skirt bunched about her hips, workers on the other side of a very thin wall, the door ajar. She uncurls her fingers from the material of the blonde's dress, watching as Kara steps back straightening her glasses and tucking pulled loose strands of hair back into place. Sliding carefully off the desk, aware her muscles are not quite fully back under her control yet, Lena shrugs her top back over her shoulders and tugs her skirt down, smoothing it against her legs, she feels her heart drop slightly as the reporter's expression closes, not with the same hopeless sadness as before but a tight controlled blankness that no doubt only holds back the grief beneath, she meets Lena's eyes./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "I'm sorry." The business woman leans back against her desk to help support the unsteadiness in her legs that has yet to fade, unsure what to do with herself or her emotions, the warm brightness of the ecstasy of moments before vanishing rapidly. She wants to be angry, Kara had obviously used her but she couldn't summon the emotion, she felt only sadness for her friend or was it lover now? Taking a deep breath and trying to calm her still unsteady breathing she says gently. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"" I'm sorry too, Kara." The blonde bends and picks up her bag but doesn't turn to leave, just stands there, looking at her, fingers fiddling absently with the strap over her shoulder. Lena folds her arms, waiting, silence, not knowing what the blonde expects her to do now, if she expects anything at all. Eventually Kara breaks their gaze and turns away. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Shaking her head to herself, Lena can't bring herself to let things end like this, not like this, the brunette takes a few quick steps across the room and grasping Kara's arm just as she reaches for the door, turns her and pulls her into her arms. She feels the younger woman go stiff briefly then sag, drawing a deep shuddering breath. Hugging the younger woman close Lena says nothing, arms clasped tightly around shoulders that seemed so strong a few moments before and now shake as those tears finally spill over. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"With one hand she reaches behind Kara and pushes the partly open door so it swings closed with a muted click. Drawing Kara with her she moves backwards and lowers them to sitting on the low couch, gently taking the bag from Kara's shoulder and letting it thud to the floor. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"T/spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"he reporter draws a shaky breath, leaning into the older woman, her head tucking under the brunette's chin. Lena can feel the dampness of tears against her skin and tilting her head down places a light kiss on the top of Kara's head, lips lingering on smooth golden hair. "I'm here." She murmurs softly./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Lena feels her heart twist and steps forward, almost reaching out but stops herself at the last moment, her hands instead clasping themselves together by her waist. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""If I still want that?" She repeats Lena's words, her eyes slowly becoming focused. The business woman nods, smiling slightly, hoping Kara will open up finally, obviously holding her emotions in wasn't helping the blonde deal with her grief. Kara steps forwards now, easing her bag off her shoulder to drop next to her feet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Want that..." Lena meets her gaze, and struggles to hold it such is the intensity behind those eyes, an unexpected intensity, she nods again even though Kara hadn't really asked a question. The brunette finds herself stepping backwards as Kara moves again, towards her in rapid steps. Forced to come to a sudden halt when her desk presses against the back of her legs, her heart is in her mouth, a feeling of confusion wells in her chest but it is drowned by the adrenaline running through her, quickening her breath, unsure what is going to happen next. Kara halts her forward progress only when there's less than an inch between them, her expression is hungry, all traces of sadness gone as if they'd never been and Lena doubts it's hunger for potstickers this once. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What if what I want is this?" The blonde says at the same moment closing the space between them, molding her body to Lena's, her hands gripping Lena's waist with an almost painful strength. The dark haired woman takes a deep breath, trying to keep her thoughts straight with the feeling of Kara's body pressed flush against her, her own hands hold the edge of the desk tightly even though part of her longs to respond, to reach for the younger woman in return. Kara was upset and grieving and really shouldn't be making advances like this, people always tended to regret actions made in grief and anger and Lena did not want to be that regret. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Kara, I don't think..." She trails off as the reporter dips her head and lips graze her jaw and throat, lighting fires wherever they touch. Hands glide down over black material, gripping her thighs and Lena finds herself unable to protest, unwilling even, as Kara lifts her to sit on the edge of the desk. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You said 'if I want..' " The blonde mummers, moving closer to press herself between Lena's legs. Blue eyes meet pale green, her gaze direct and unapologetic. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""This is what I want." And again Lena can't bring herself to object as Kara leans closer and presses her lips to the brunette's./spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"br /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It's as if fireworks go off somewhere, somewhere inside her mind, explosions of color and light and pleasure and Lena finds herself kissing her back, arms locking around the other woman's neck. She let's that questing tongue part her lips, feeling the blonde's breath in her mouth. /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"br /spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Kara tugs at the silk blue of the business woman's top, exposing smooth pale shoulders, hands slide down her bare chest, fingers easing under the edge of her bra, teasing the soft flesh there. With great effort Lena pulls back but Kara simply moves her mouth to her bare shoulders, her hands leaving their ministrations under her bra to move lower, yanking the black pencil skirt up already half bare thighs to bunch at her hips./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Kara..." She takes a breath managing to unlock her arms from around the other woman's neck and is about to stop the progress of those hands moving rapidly up her thighs when one presses abruptly between her legs. Her own fingers curl in response, gripping Kara's shoulders as her back arches into the touch. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I think you shouldn't..." Breath brushes over her skin, lips grazing her pulse point sending it stuttering into a gallop. The blonde completely ignoring Lena's half attempted breathless sentences, her lower hand pressing and retreating in the most tantalizing way while the other holds her waist tightly. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Lena is near giving up her protests, Kara is her friend, her best friend even, maybe her smile had made her catch her breath or her casual touch tingled over her skin before but she always dismissed it, no point giving attention to something she assumed would never be, and she cherished their friendship, perfectly content with that and nothing more. But this is definitely more, her hips moving in rhythm with Kara's hand pressing against her centre, Kara's mouth hot and damp on her skin, Lena let's herself surrender, surrender to touch, to feel, to heat. No more thinking, just sensation, her hands twisting into silky smooth blonde hair, a moan escaping her lips as Kara pushes aside the last layer of clothing between them and... /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The brunette's body goes perfectly still as Kara slides a finger into her in one swift motion. Lena exhales slowly and the younger woman catches that breath, covering Lena's mouth with her own. She feels her muscles tighten around that finger as it withdraws and presses, withdraws and presses, at an ever quickening pace. Kara tugs her lower lip, teeth sinking in to the point of almost pain, that combined with the sensations in the rest of Lena's body makes for an exquisite medley. The brunette's fingers twine tightly in blonde locks as Kara buries her face in Lena's neck, kissing again and again the sensitive skin behind her jaw and ear. Lena feels her muscles turn to liquid, only Kara's hand on the small of her back is keeping her upright. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"She holds tightly to the blonde woman, nails digging into the dark fabric of Kara's dress, she can feel the muscles of her back and shoulder working under her hands, the strength and solidity there at odds with how fragile she had seemed moments before. Unlike herself, her whole body trembles, weak with pleasure. Her ankles lock around Kara's waist, urging her closer, deeper and the blonde needs no encouraging, one hand moving to cup her behind, all but lifting her with each thrust. Lena struggles to keep her breathing quiet, to not moan out loud as she feels that building sensation in her core. The back of Kara's dress is bunched tightly in her hands, fingers clutching desperately at the fabric as she feels herself begin to come un-tethered. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Shhh." Kara breaths against her mouth, Lena simply kisses her again, deep and long, tongues exploring, breathes exchanged. Lips pull away from hers and she opens her eyes, finding blue ones looking back, the lens of her glasses reflecting the light streaming in the window behind them. Kara holds her gaze, expression serious and intent and something else unreadable, that lower hand working at a pace that causes Lena's eyelids to flutter, her head tilting back, all control over her body gone./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Kara's mouth assaults her the skin of her throat, fire hot and sparking those flames higher as Lena feels herself shudder into climax, soft lips find their way back to hers again, swallowing her moans as her body quivers, humming with sweet ecstasy. The brunette slumps forwards, head resting on the blonde's shoulder, a breathless sigh escaping her lips. Stillness for a moment, the only sound their breathing, chests rising and falling in unison. Then Kara's hands trail down her thighs and drop away. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Coherent thought abruptly makes itself known to Lena, sitting on her work desk, her bra the only thing covering her chest, skirt bunched about her hips, workers on the other side of a very thin wall, the door ajar. She uncurls her fingers from the material of the blonde's dress, watching as Kara steps back straightening her glasses and tucking pulled loose strands of hair back into place. Sliding carefully off the desk, aware her muscles are not quite fully back under her control yet, Lena shrugs her top back over her shoulders and tugs her skirt down, smoothing it against her legs, she feels her heart drop slightly as the reporter's expression closes, not with the same hopeless sadness as before but a tight controlled blankness that no doubt only holds back the grief beneath, she meets Lena's eyes./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "I'm sorry." The business woman leans back against her desk to help support the unsteadiness in her legs that has yet to fade, unsure what to do with herself or her emotions, the warm brightness of the ecstasy of moments before vanishing rapidly. She wants to be angry, Kara had obviously used her but she couldn't summon the emotion, she felt only sadness for her friend or was it lover now? Taking a deep breath and trying to calm her still unsteady breathing she says gently. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"" I'm sorry too, Kara." The blonde bends and picks up her bag but doesn't turn to leave, just stands there, looking at her, fingers fiddling absently with the strap over her shoulder. Lena folds her arms, waiting, silence, not knowing what the blonde expects her to do now, if she expects anything at all. Eventually Kara breaks their gaze and turns away. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Shaking her head to herself, Lena can't bring herself to let things end like this, not like this, the brunette takes a few quick steps across the room and grasping Kara's arm just as she reaches for the door, turns her and pulls her into her arms. She feels the younger woman go stiff briefly then sag, drawing a deep shuddering breath. Hugging the younger woman close Lena says nothing, arms clasped tightly around shoulders that seemed so strong a few moments before and now shake as those tears finally spill over. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"With one hand she reaches behind Kara and pushes the partly open door so it swings closed with a muted click. Drawing Kara with her she moves backwards and lowers them to sitting on the low couch, gently taking the bag from Kara's shoulder and letting it thud to the floor. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"T/spanspan style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"he reporter draws a shaky breath, leaning into the older woman, her head tucking under the brunette's chin. Lena can feel the dampness of tears against her skin and tilting her head down places a light kiss on the top of Kara's head, lips lingering on smooth golden hair. "I'm here." She murmurs softly./span/p