"Finally."
Lena's eyes snapped up in a panic as the very being of her latest simulated encounter comes stomping into her private offices. Her hair up in a high ponytail was the perfect point for Lena's hand to pull her head back to gain access to that tempting throat marking it with her teeth and mouth just as she would in her fantasies so everyone who saw her would know Kara was hers. That tight navy shirt Lena adored stretching just enough against the toned muscles hiding under the cloth to have the watching Luthor swallowing against the desire already pooling low in her belly.
"Look Lena—" Kara's hand lifts fidgeting with her glasses yet she keeps her eyes downcast as she steps more into the office. Her hair swished back and forth drawing Lena's already locked gaze to the anxious woman that was Kara Danvers, Girl of Steel.
Something in her expression piqued Lena's interest other than how the dark navy of Kara's button-up shirt looked against her skin or even how the crisp dark charcoal of her pants and the shiny silver of her belt buckle all converged in highlighting the gold in her hair or the icy blue of her eyes, allowing the dazed CEO a few more seconds to get herself back under some semblance of control.
Kara's head slipped just a fraction more to one side and the cute crinkle of confusion materialized between her eyes as she concentrated on something.
For a moment Lena thinks she was picking up on some alarm until she realized Kara's head was tilted more towards her. Was she listening to my heart? Lena wonders but then she gives a little shake crossing her legs under her desk to try for some relief from the still aching heat between them. "Sit." She instructs jerking her chin toward the single chair in front of her desk.
Like a scolded puppy Kara crosses a little too quickly toward the thing and sat down immediately still looking more than a little distracted only this time it was the flaring of her nostrils that gives her away as she takes in an even deeper breath.
Lena wonders what else the alien's scenes would pick up on that her own human noise wouldn't be able to catch.
The different kinds of alcohol Lena kept in the small cabinet behind her desk perhaps, a holdover from Lex's earlier teachings on showing wealth with the varieties of older vintages, or the stale bitterness of the coffee sitting cold and forgotten in the mug on the desk.
Did Kara catch the soft vanilla scent of Lena's body wash or the floral fragrance of her shampoo?
Or was the Kryptonian noticing the flavor of the arousal coating the insides of Lena's thighs?
The small but still noticeable change of Kara's eyes and the way the blonde's tongue flicks out to wet her lips has Lena hoping for the last one on her mentally compiled list.
"What do you want Kara?" Lena questions only to realize too late her voice had taken on a huskier undertone because of her arousal.
The sound of her name seems to snap the super out of whatever haze she'd been in but a little more of that icy blue of her eyes was lost to what Lena hoped would be lust-blown blackness as blue eyes find emerald, green.
"You've been avoiding me." Kara accused making Lena bite the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering aloud in aroused longing. That tone. Soft but with that hard edge that had even her estranged brother thinking twice about tangling with her.
Heaven help her, she definitely wasn't going to last long if Kara kept talking like that.
'So much for subtlety." Lena sighs internally at the heated, slick mess that was now her underwear.
Kara's hands curled a little too hard around the arm of the chair, but Lena pretended not to notice when the action left it mangled as those delicately, deadly hands were quickly moved into Kara's lap now clenched into a tight fist the same moment Lena tries once more to subtly relieve just a little more of the title wave of repressed longing threatening to rip her apart from the inside out at any given moment.
She was too keyed up. Too hungry. Too wanting.
But just as suddenly as their eyes locked Lena was being backed up against her desk. She hadn't even realized she'd removed the only semblance of a barrier between herself and the woman responsible however unknowing of her torment until she felt a pair of strong arms each hand palm flat against the desktop come down either side of the happily trapped Luthor bracing her ex best friend against her.
Wait had she somehow slipped into another simulation without realizing?
This couldn't be real.
Quickly Lena scanned all visible parts of Kara's delicately warmed skin for any signs of red veins.
She'd heard at least the news reports on the effects of red kryptonite on the cities favored superhero and despite her current charged up state Lena was damned positive not going to take advantage like that.
Kara's lips curved up at the corners in a coy smile at the action. "Now that I have your attention."
This time Lena didn't bother hiding the surprising whimper at such bold action from the normally shy reporter now deliberately leaning in closer to her. Kara once again making the obvious glance between Lena's eyes and her lips.
"K…Kara."
This had to be another one of her simulations running wild.
Had she not fully come out of that last one? Was there some glitch in the exiting protocols?
Or had she been running so many in the last few days that she'd cracked and could no longer tell reality from VR?
Kara's fingers graze lightly over Lena's jaw tilting her chin up enough for the two to regain eye contact. "I'd like to kiss you right now, Miss Luthor."
Definitely a simulation then.
"So formal. Miss Danvers." Lena argues with a playful smile as her fingers interlocked behind the blonde's neck keeping her close.
Kara only scoffs at that leaning in even closer, so their breathing mingles. "May I kiss you, Le…."
Lena doesn't give her a chance to finish asking as she pressed her lips to Kara's own.