The small apartment smelt of butter, brown sugar, and vanilla. In other words, it smelled absolutely delicious. Now don't let me fool you – I couldn't cook and I surely couldn't bake, but not for lack of trying. Any and all attempts at cooking directly resulted in smoke, the smell of charred food, and usually the distinct sound of the smoke alarm. In theory, baking was less complicated because all you did was follow directions and I was relatively good at that. I mean I could read. While my attempts at baking rarely resulted in the smoke detector beeping obnoxiously, nothing really tasted that good. Something always tasted off and nothing came out… yummy. However, despite all my failed attempts, I loved to try to bake. Baking was the primary way that Eliza and I bonded when I started opening up to the Danvers family after arriving at Earth. She tried to teach me how to bake cupcakes and cookies and pies, however, it usually resulted in me being the "Danvers Official Taste Tester" and less of me actually being in the kitchen. Being the Official Taste Tester was much easier and it was my literal job to taste everything Eliza made. Considering I could never get enough food and I loved sweets, it was the perfect job for teenage me.
Since I no longer lived with Eliza, when "adult me" normally wanted cookies, Pillsbury was my best friend. Again, read the direction. Put on a baking sheet. Put in preheated oven and bake for the time. Every time I put the good ole' Pillsbury cookie cubes in the oven I could hear Eliza in my ear, "Kara, sweetie, be sure to set a timer." One time when making cookies with my sister at her place, Alex taught me a small trick – always bake them just a little under what the package actually says. The cookies turned out so soft and gooey. And, I was always impatient and wanted cookies "now", so less time equaled a happy Kara.
On occasion, I'd make Lena cookies just because. It was a small way that I said "I love you". I knew Lena had been having a very tiring and exhausting week. She was in the middle of a merger, so she hadn't been home much in the last few weeks – just enough to crash around 1am and then get up at 6am to rush and start her day. While her penthouse was closer to L-Corp, Lena tried to make it a point to at least come here and sleep, which made my heart swell. This had been the final week of the merger and everything was set to be finalized on Friday at 3:30pm "National City Time". Well, it was Friday and Lena would be coming home soon. So I decided to surprise her with made-from-love non-homemade cookies. I had every intent on ordering her whatever her heart decided and snuggle her tightly while she indubitably fell asleep to a movie.
Just as I grabbed the cookies out from the oven, immediately shutting it off – I had bad experiences with leaving it on before - the door opened and slammed shut. I turned around quickly, slightly jarred. Lena was standing in the entranceway, her face fierce and her features set in her "CEO" look. I must have been too focused on what I was doing to pay attention to Lena's signature strut down the hall.
"What's wrong, beautiful? Are you okay? How did everything go?" I asked, concerned. She didn't look mad, but she did look… almost aggressive. The almost-glare she was giving me made my lower belly twitch.
Lena didn't answer. She merely took off her jacket, tossing it over the nearest chair, and crossed the room. As she strode toward me, she crossed her arms in front of her body and yanked her dress shirt off, throwing it behind her.
I gulped, my heart hammering against my chest.
Upon reaching me, the brunette grabbed my face roughly and crashed her lips into mine, the kiss immediately intensifying, her unrelenting tongue diving into my mouth. I moaned involuntarily.
Lena had caught me off-guard but it didn't take me but a moment to register what was happening and respond. I threaded my hands in her hair roughly, gripping her locks and securing her mouth to mine. She pushed me back roughly against the sink, already grabbing for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. The kiss broke for only a moment, but she quickly recaptured my lips heatedly, her tongue resuming its previous duel. I lifted a hand to my face and grabbed my glasses – careful to not activate the nanoparticles of my suit – and tossed them onto the counter.
Our bodies rocked against one another, our bra-clad breasts rubbing together, stimulating sensitive nipples. The brunette gripped my sides tightly, using me to stabilize herself as she kicked off her heels. I loved that she was shorter than me. She was only shorter by a few inches, so not by much, but it was enough.
She broke the kiss, her lips instantly traveling down my jaw to my neck, her teeth sinking into impenetrable skin roughly. My hold in her raven locks tightened. This was definitely not what I had expected when she came home, but I definitely wasn't going to complain. Lena splayed her hands out against my back and shoulders before curling her fingers and scratching down my skin with her short, polished nails. The glorious burn shot electricity through my veins. It may not have hurt, but I still felt it. I always felt it.
I reciprocated, palming her lower back roughly. My hands grabbed her ass frantically, nails digging savagely into the fabric. I could only hope that she could feel the sting through the cloth.
"Fuck," she growled, lowering her hands down to my jeans and deftly unbuttoning them, dragging the zipper all the way down without hesitation. She hastily wedged her slender hand underneath my underwear and slid right into my wetness.
A sharp gasp turned into a drawn-out moan as my head dropped to her shoulder, my eyes heavy and my breath uneven.
I could feel her smirk against my cheek. Lena ran her soft tongue along the shell of my ear as her fingers glided through my slick folds. I shuddered and ground down onto her hand.
"You like that darling?" she purred, grabbing my earlobe with her teeth and gently tugging on it.
Lena circled my pulsating clit with her fingers before downwards toward the pool of wetness at my entrance, and I felt my legs losing their strength. It was too much and definitely not enough at the exact same time.
"Come for me, Kara," she husked in my ear as she trapped my pulsating nub between two fingers, running lightning fast circles around it.
I leaned back and gripped the counter, almost cracking it in half. I bucked into her hand, my quickly-built orgasm approaching.
"That's it darling, come for me," she praised, a mischievous smile plastered on her face.
Lena leaned into me and attached her lips to the hollow of my throat. She bit and sucked her way across my chest until she got to the valley between them. Had my skin been able to bruise, I would have had innumerous battle wounds, but the evidence of her dominance disappeared before she even relocated to a new, unexpecting spot. Angling her head, she took the flesh of the swell of my left breast into her mouth and began sucking vigorously. The feeling of her lacy bra against my skin and her hips grinding against me pushed me over the edge.
I stiffened, arching my body up against her. She slowed her movements, bringing me down easy until finally, she extracted her hand from my pants. She licked her fingers clean, tasting me on her tongue.
Well, she's in a mood. And now…so was I.
I got my energy back quickly - and tenfold. I franticly bought my fingers to the frontside of her pants, skillfully unfastening the clips and pushing them down her hips.
"These need to go," I asserted.
When she stepped out of the soft material of her dress pants, I grabbed underneath her butt and hoisted her up onto my hips with ease. I reconnected our lips, our tongues battling in and out of mouths, our teeth clashing between deep kisses and wicked grins. Her core was hot and throbbing. Lena's scent filled my nostrils, inebriating me. Her wetness against my stomach was unmistakable and it ignited a fire within my veins.
With a sturdy grip underneath her thighs and with the brunette's arms flung around my neck, I walked us into my bedroom. Lena's tongue was urgent as it dueled with mine. She guided my tongue into her mouth but as my muscle breached her lips, she trapped it with her teeth and enclosed her lips around it. Lena sucking on my tongue sent a surge of electricity through my nerves and my legs gave out. Thankfully, we crashed down onto the bed, my hips falling between her legs. She let go of my tongue and I felt her smile. She was such a tease. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, setting out to explore her hot, wet cave as I ground down into her.
I swallowed her moans. They started off small at first, but after a few moments, they became guttural and raw. I wanted Lena to come undone for me. Breaking the kiss for but a moment, I reached behind her and undid her hair from her tight bun. I pulled the hair tie onto my nondominant wrist for safekeeping. She shook her hair out, the raven locks splaying along my comforter and I dove in, capturing her lips once more.
Before long, my jeans became restrictive and irksome. I needed to feel more of her. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. As if reading my mind, Lena bent her knees, lifting her feet up and sliding them in the waistband of my jeans, working to push them off me. Keeping my lips securely attached to her, our tongues swirling around each other, I aided her, using one hand to guide the material down and finally using my own legs to divest myself of the nuisance.
Lena pulled me into her – our bodies melded together, a messy mix of tangled limbs. I lightly scratched up the inside of her thigh, trailing my nails along her skin, continuing until I reached her center. Lena broke the kiss, her head flying backward, her throat fully exposed. I leaned down and rubbed my nose against her throat. There was nothing more beautiful than when Lena was losing it… when she was completely lost, her head thrown back, her lips parted, her breath coming in small gasps, her hair tangling against the comforter from frantic movement… there was nothing, absolutely nothing, more beautiful.
I watched her in awe as I rubbed her center over the soft lace of her bikini. She groaned, bucking up against me wildly and digging her nails into my left forearm. With a growl Lena pushed up against me, trying to roll us over. I pushed her back down with my left arm, her shoulder landing on the bed with a muted "thud". I hurriedly grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head, slipping my fingers underneath her lace bikini and into her wetness, sliding one finger deep into her core.
The brunette gasped sharply, a loud cry escaping her throat. I smiled as I hovered over her, my hand holding her wrists as I pumped first one then two fingers roughly inside her.
"Kar…" she could even finish crying out my name.
A smirk painted itself on my lips as I thrust into her, my hips slamming down onto her.
I wiggled my thumb to trap her clit and rubbed her throbbing pearl in slow circles – a stark contrast between the deep, hard thrusts of my digits into her core.
I was on super high alert for any signs of discomfort from the brunette. I wasn't being gentle, but I also knew that I had much more strength than any other woman on the planet. I couldn't go full force; I would literally rip her in half. And while I fully intended to make her come undone at the seams, I didn't want to hurt her. I curled my digits inside her and reached for that sweet spot, earning myself a loud scream the moment I ran the pads of my fingers over it.
I was getting really annoyed with Lena's bra. I wanted to wrap my lips around her, almost certainly, erect nipple. I wanted it so badly I could feel the nub on my tongue. I leaned down and grabbed the middle of her bra with my teeth before yanking on it. The fabric tore away from her skin easily, exposing her round, full, bouncing, perfect breasts.
As the fabric tore from her, Lena shrieked, her core walls tightening around my fingers as she stiffened against me, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I peered down at her, slowing my thrusts down as she rode out the waves. She was sweating, the hair at her scalp wet and matting to her head.
I extracted my fingers and offered them to her. Her darkened eyes looked at me lustfully.
"Taste."
Lena looked down at my fingers before lifting her head up to take my fingers into her mouth greedily. She tried to fight my grip on her wrists, to no avail.
"Let me go," she demanded, struggling against my grasp. "I want to taste you…"
I shook my head, my lips turning upwards in a devilish smile. "I'm not done with you yet."