A Beautiful Combination – Chapter 2
Pairing: Kara/Lena
Rating: M
Despite the implications of their flirty banter at Lena's door, the pair became almost awkward when the door closed behind them. After a few tense moments, Lena cleared her throat and stepped back.
"Tea?" She asked, trying a smile that looked nervous. Kara nodded.
"Yeah, tea would be great." She followed behind Lena to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter while Lena puttered around the space, much too big for the rare occasions she actually cooked. Kara wondered if there would actually be any food in the massive stainless steel refrigerator, and was not surprised that take out containers and some wilted vegetables comprised the majority of the interior when she gave it a quick once over furtively with her x-ray vision.
She refocused her attention on Lena, who was retrieving two mugs from a higher shelf. As she pulled down the first one, Kara could see the shake of her hand trying to grip the ceramic cup, and Kara intervened, hopping down and coming around the counter. She put one steadying hand on the small of Lena's back, and reached around her shoulder to guide the cup safely to the counter. Lena let out a shaky breath, putting her palms on the counter for support.
Kara smiled, tilting her head down and resting her forehead against the back of Lena's neck. "It's ok," she whispered. "It's weird for me too."
Lena chuckled quietly, letting some of the tension bleed out of her, feeling her shoulders lower and her jaw unclench. Kara snaked her arms around the CEO's middle, loosely, not wanting to crowd her, but Lena prolonged the contact by gripping the hero's strong forearms and leaning back into the embrace. Kara stepped forward, letting Lena rest more fully against her, her head shifting so they were cheek to cheek. Kara's body temp ran higher than the average human, and Lena sighed, feeling comforted and safe. Kara could sense the subtle changes in her; breathing returning to normal, muscles finally relaxing fully.
"Thank you," Lena murmured quietly, running her hands over Kara's arms. "Somehow you always know just what I need." Kara's response was to turn Lena around, kiss her forehead gently, and lift her to sit on the counter, much to Lena's surprise.
"You sit right there," She said with a grin, "And I'll make the tea." Retrieving the mugs, she lowered her glasses and glanced around the kitchen, checking through cabinets until she found a tin of tea bags.
"Chamomile?" she asked, holding it up. Lena nodded with a smile.
If the CEO expected the hero to use the kettle on the stove, she was mistaken. Instead, Kara filled the mugs from the tap, shot them each with a zap of heat vision, and dropped the tea bags in happily. Grinning, she held one up to Lena who took it with a shake of her head. "Showoff."
Kara was unrepentant as she sipped hers. Lena kicked her heels off, set down the cup, and accepted Kara's hand as she slid down from her perch.
"Shall we take these to couch?" She suggested, twining her fingers with Kara's, and picking her cup back up. Kara led the way with a nod. The tension was broken now; both of them settling back into their calmer states as they sat companionably on Lena's luxurious leather couch. "Mmm," Lena intoned as she took a sip of the tea. "Perfect."
Kara nodded her assent, but she was thinking of more than the tea. Namely, Lena's long legs, more on display than they had been when the CEO lifted them up and curled them onto the couch. Kara set down her tea, and patted her lap, reaching for those captivating legs. Lena gave her a questioning look, but consented, nearly moaning aloud when Kara started kneading her tired feet with expert pressure. Lena turned so she was sideways on the couch, giving Kara more access.
"So," Kara said, attention still on the massage she was giving Lena. "Good date?"
"Mmm," Lena murmured, letting her eyes drift closed at the sensual feeling. "The best date."
"Best?" Kara questioned, one eyebrow lifting. Lena opened one eye and nodded.
"Best."
Kara grinned contentedly, her attention returning to her task.
Lena kept watching her. This beautiful woman, who could be so shy one moment, innocent, guileless even, but with a hidden sensuality and playfulness. Lena had been serious before; Kara always seemed to know just what she needed in the moment. She was the best friend, only friend perhaps, that Lena had ever had. And she'd been hiding such a big secret, and Lena hadn't even known the burden she carried, still carried. The weight of the world on those beautiful sun-kissed shoulders. It almost made Lena sad. It must have shown on her features, because Kara looked up and frowned.
"What wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Lena said quickly. Too quickly. Kara's frown deepened.
"Talk to me," Kara pressed. "What's going on in that incredible mind of yours?"
Lena's frown lifted, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards at the easy compliment. "Just thinking that it must be so lonely for you. Not having people know. All the great work you do, the sacrifices you have to make to keep this city safe, and protect everyone. I just hate thinking how alone you must feel sometimes."
Kara shrugged, hands returning to kneading the muscles of Lena's calves. "I'm not all alone. I have Alex, and Winn, and James. Admittedly, I don't get to see my cousin as much as I'd like; it's really hard to coordinate our schedules around crime fighting, work, and social commitments."
Lena shook her head. "Yeah, but all those people you take care of... who takes care of you? Who do you go to when you need to break down and not be the strong one?"
Kara stopped, releasing Lena's legs and sitting up straighter. "I come to you, Lena."
Lena tilted her head in askance.
Kara elaborated. "When I have a problem, I come see you at your office. Or have you over for a movie night. Or drag you out for lunch at Noonan's. You make me feel better. And I love being just Kara Danvers when I'm with you. You've given me more advice than I can even say, without even knowing about my alter ego. You..." Kara trailed off, searching for the words. "You recharge me, in a way not even a yellow sun can."
Lena blushed scarlet, but couldn't keep the radiant smile off her face. Kara reached out a hand, and Lena gripped it, trying to convey her feelings without words. She thought that Kara understood because she smiled back at Lena, unshed tears rimming her eyes. Lena could see her blink them back. She gave Kara a moment, reaching for the remote.
"Put on a movie, I'm going to get into PJ's, and let's relax."
Kara nodded, but stood and pulled Lena to her first, wrapping her up in a big hug. Lena hummed happily as she rubbed Kara's back soothingly. When they pulled apart, Kara's eyes flicked downwards for a split second, and she pulled Lena back once more, kissing her chastely, and releasing her again with a happy smile.
Lena took two steps backward, still looking at Kara before she turned around and went to her bedroom. She changed quickly, wiping her makeup off, and grabbed a second set of PJ's for Kara. The hero took them with a grin, heading to the guest bathroom as Lena settled back on the couch, smiling at the romantic comedy Kara had chosen. When the Kara came back, she flopped down on the couch, resting her head in Lena's lap as the CEO pressed play and ran her fingers through the blonde locks.
"Mmm," Kara nearly purred at the feel of Lena's hands on her. She let her eyes drift closed, reveling in the feeling of Lena's attention. The movie played on in the background, but neither of them paid it much mind. Kara drifted a bit, always a bit more tired once the sun set. Lena let herself settle further into the couch, and gradually her hand stopped moving as, contented and warm, she nearly fell asleep. Kara felt the change subtly and sat up, drawing Lena into her arms and on top of her as she laid down on the couch.
Lena smiled at their new position, her head coming to rest on Kara's chest. 'Super, indeed,' she thought to herself, perhaps a little too wickedly.
"I'm not too heavy?" she asked quietly, desiring Kara's comfort above all else.
Kara stifled a giggle. "Too heavy babe? You are a feather. And you are exactly where I want you. Just perfect." The hero's arms wrapped around her, keeping them tightly conjoined. Lena chuckled, and pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at Kara with barely suppressed delight. She cupped Kara's cheek with one hand, and leaned in to kiss her gently, the barest brush of lip contact. Kara whined unconsciously, vying for a deeper kiss. Lena relented, all too easily, and Kara's hands slid into Lena's hair, nails raking lightly against her scalp.
Lena moaned into Kara's mouth, and the hero took the opportunity to ramp up the kiss, tongue seeking out Lena's eagerly.
It wasn't slow and gentle any longer. Both women were nearly desperate in their exploration of each other. Deep kisses, a none too soft lip bite from Lena, (as if the Kryptonian could really feel it) and Kara's hand moving downward to find the smallest patch of bare skin right above Lena's waistband. She moved it up, sliding under the flannel top, mind foggy and lost in the feel of Lena, above her, around her, with her. Kissing her. It was surreal, but Kara never wanted it to end. She'd never felt like this before, wild and almost unrestrained; although she didn't feel in danger of hurting Lena. Her senses were sharpening, somehow, cutting through the fog and reminding her that Lena's fragile human body needed her caution.
Lena was impatient with just the feel of Kara's hand on her back. She needed more contact. Immediately. She leaned back with a huff and threw off the top, leaving her torso bare. She saw Kara's eyes drop, and her breath catch, and allowed the blonde a few more moments to enjoy the view before she reconnected their lips, uttering a deep sound that seemed to emanate from her very core. Kara's hands roamed the newly bared skin with reverence, feeling the softness and warmth from her partner, the weight of her freed breasts pressed against Kara's own. She couldn't help the whimper that rose when Lena pulled back again, just slightly, to look into Kara's half lidded eyes.
"Is this ok?" Lena asked, almost shyly, considering their position. She searched those blue depths, seeing the truth of Kara's passion and need for her. Kara's chest heaved, as if she'd just flown around the Earth at top speed, just grabbed a plane out of mid-air, but no, it was this simple emotion and physicality between them.
'No, not simple,' Lena amended to herself. Not simple at all, this feeling that had been growing between them, perhaps since the first time she'd seen the reporter, awkward and nervous in her office as Kent grilled her like a common criminal. She'd blown him off easily, but the blonde beauty? No way she could break free from that orbit. Every moment between them from that moment on just proved how right this was. Every close save by Supergirl, every glowing review of her in Catco magazine. She ran through them all in an instant, and she hoped that Kara felt the same.
"Please, yes," Kara groaned out, twining their fingers together and tugging gently to make Lena drop back into their embrace. They both sighed as their mouths met again, breath coming in needy gasps, and Lena couldn't help herself. She upped the ante by dropping one leg down, pushing Kara's knees apart and grinding her thigh strongly against Kara's center.
"Oh, Rao, Lena," Kara stuttered out, meeting her motion and thrusting back instinctively. Lena did not let up the pressure, making Kara groan and seek out deeper contact, by hooking one foot on the back of Lena's thigh and using the leverage to increase the friction between them.
"Shirt. Off." Lena commanded, reaching for the hem and trying to tug it up over Kara's toned body. She realized what Lena was trying to do a beat later, and shimmied out of it, dropping it haphazardly next to the couch. Lena let her eyes travel down appreciatively, then followed her gaze with her mouth, tongue laving over Kara's clavicle, to her chest, and looking up with a smoldering gaze before she engulfed one swollen nipple into her mouth and sucked strongly. Kara cried out then, overcome with the feeling, and gripped the back of the couch to keep herself grounded.
She couldn't help the needy gasps that escaped when Lena repeated her attentions on the opposite side.
"Lena, Lena, Lena," Kara repeated, her new mantra, apparently. Lena smirked indulgently.
Yes, Kara?"
"Let me... Let-" she choked out.
"What's that, gorgeous? You'll have to be a little more clear," she teased, smiling at the writhing hero.
"Let me touch you," she finally gasped out, part request, part command.
"Mmm of course," Lena promised. Kara sighed and slid her hands down the waist band of the pants Lena still wore, cupping her ass and raking her nails over the perfection she felt there. No panties. Kara enjoyed that immensely. Lena purred happily at Kara's initiative, but it quickly turned to a moan of approval when Kara mirrored her earlier action and slid one thigh up to rub against Lena. With her hands still gripping Lena, she used that leverage to grind them together roughly, nearly coming undone when she felt heat and moisture despite the two layers of pants separating their lower halves.
"Oh, Lena," Kara whispered in her ear. "I can feel how wet you are for me."
Lena whimpered and nodded quickly. "Yes," she agreed. "I want you."
"You've got me," Kara promised, and slid her hand between them before her next thrust. She felt pure heaven, sliding down easily through the trimmed thatch of hair, and to Lena's dripping center. "Oh baby," Kara groaned out. "Is all this for me?" Her fingers ran messily over Lena's lower lips, dipping in gently to rub just once over her rock hard clit. Lena screamed her assent, tucking her face into the crook of Kara's shoulder as she tried to get closer, seek out more friction, more touches from the goddess below her. Kara quickly pulled back, making Lena whine with disappointment.
Kara's hand snaked back upward, and she licked one finger experimentally, making Lena's eyes widen at the erotic display. "Mmm, you taste as good as you feel, baby," Kara whispered in her ear, before running her tongue down Lena's exposed neck.
Lena couldn't hold herself up anymore, which was fine with Kara, because she easily reversed their positions, leaving Lena sprawled on the couch, writhing with need. Faster than Lena's eyes could follow, Kara had slipped off the soaked bottoms, and left Lena fully exposed. The hero's eyes roved over the gorgeous form before her, taking in Lena's blush, the soft curves, and the glistening patch of dark hair at the juncture of her legs. Kara, ran her fingers over shaking, smooth thighs, enraptured by Lena, as she had been for weeks before this.
"Lena, you are gorgeous," Kara whispered, locking eyes with the dark hair beauty before her. Lena's eyes trained down to pert breasts and amazingly toned abs appreciatively.
"I've got nothing on your perfection," Lena countered, reaching out to stroke the abs she was admiring.
"You are so wrong," Kara argued. "But I'll let it go for now, because there are much more important things to attend to."
"Mmm, and what might those 'things' be?" Lena asked.
Kara grinned. "Making you come until you scream my name," she answered cockily. Lena moaned at her. "Among other things," Kara added.
"Bedroom?" Lena asked breathlessly, sitting up. Kara nodded, picked Lena up easily under her thighs, and Lena instinctively wrapped her legs around Kara's waist, her arms around the hero's shoulders. Kara groaned, feeling Lena's wet heat against her skin, and almost took the CEO right where they stood, in the middle of the living room, but managed to rein in her urges in favor of the soft king sized bed she knew awaited them.
Lena felt Kara set her gently down on the bed, as they kissed languidly, allowing their passions to simmer. Her hands were not idle; they pushed down the elastic waistband pants that Kara still wore as far as she could reach, then used her surprisingly agile toes to pull them down the rest of the way. Kara kicked them off impatiently, running her fingers over every inch of Lena's creamy skin. Lena growled when she realized there were still panties in between her and her goal, and felt Kara smile into their kiss.
"You need something, babe?" The hero teased, winking.
"Off," Lena demanded imperiously, one finger slipping into the front of the offending garment and running across the lace material.
"Why should I?" Kara questioned. "I've got exactly what I want. You. Ready for me. Right here, and naked."
Lena narrowed her eyes. "You think you're the top here, Danvers? I think not." She grasped the flimsy lace and pulled with enough force to split the material at seams, succeeding in pulling them off one leg, and leaving them hanging on Kara's other thigh.
Kara looked down at her panties and Lena's defiant glare with surprise. That move she had not expected from the CEO, although she shouldn't have been shocked. Lena was a dominating presence in the boardroom and apparently, also in the bedroom. Kara pulled the ruined panties off the rest of the way and tossed them aside, unconcerned.
"My apologies, Ms. Luthor," Kara whispered. "How may I be of service to you?" she asked, slipping seamlessly to a more submissive role. If anything, the Kryptonian was adaptable.
Lena smirked, clearly pleased at getting her way. "You were doing just fine, Supergirl. Get back down here," she ordered, "and kiss me."
Kara acquiesced immediately, the sensual kiss driving Lena crazy with desire. Lena pulled her down, until their bodies finally met, with no barriers between them, making both of them sigh. The feeling was overwhelming to Kara, almost as aggressive an assault to her senses as the first few days after landing on Earth. She took in the feel of Lena, heard those quiet noises of delight she made, felt the silky smooth feel of her against every part of their bodies, still tasted Lena through their kiss, could smell the desire coming off her in waves, and nearly got lost in those deep green eyes. Her breath caught and she suddenly panicked, worried about her ability to control her strength.
Lena felt her stiffen, felt the immediate change in Kara, and broke off their kiss instantly.
"Kara, what's wrong?" She asked, hand resting against Kara's neck, feeling the strong and fast pulse.
"Just... I don't want to hurt you... if I lose control," Kara gasped out. "Feels too good."
"Yeah," Lena agreed. "It feels amazing being together like this. I'm right here, Kara. It's me. I trust you, and I know you would never hurt me." She sat up and ran her thumbs across Kara's cheeks, wiping away a tear that fell. "Let's slow it down," she suggested. She coaxed Kara into lying next to her, both of them on their sides facing each other. "I'm right here," she whispered to Kara, not breaking eye contact.
Kara nodded, breathing slowing down, and her heart rate returning to a normal rhythm. Lena was right there, whispering lowly and stroking her cheek. Kara could feel the care and concern coming from the CEO, and she was incredibly grateful for her. And a little embarrassed to have spoiled the mood.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking away.
"No," Lena responded forcefully. "Never be afraid to tell me what you need. If it's to slow down, if it's to wait, if it's to stop-"
"No, please don't stop," Kara interrupted. "I just needed to center myself so I can keep you safe."
Lena smiled. "Of course baby, whatever you need."
"What you need too," Kara said quickly. "It's not just about me."
"Don't worry, let's just keep communicating, and it will be ok," Lena suggested, resting her forehead against Kara's.
Kara sighed and wrapped her arms around Lena tightly. "Sorry if I ruined the mood."
"Oh, hell no," Lena argued. "This is better. I want to take our time, not rush into anything. I want to spend hours learning what drives you crazy, and let you learn me too."
"Mmm, I'd like that," Kara told her, kissing her gently. Lena smiled into their kiss, and pulled back to kiss Kara's cheek, her forehead, down her chin. Kara grinned, loving the feeling of Lena's care and concern. But right now, she wanted more than just that. "Lena," she whispered. Without further words, she gripped Lena's waist, and rejoined their lips, deeper than before, ramping up their passions once more.
Kara took the lead, turning back over and pulling Lena to rest on top of her. Lena's legs instinctively parted and Kara smirked into their kiss as she pushed one leg upwards, giving the CEO a hint of pressure against her throbbing center. Lena's sultry lips parted as she moaned, tilting her head upwards as she ground down on Kara. The hero's hands gripped Lena's hips and urged her to grind down harder. Lena's eyes snapped shut as she started a steady rhythm, guided by Kara's firm grip and whispered encouragement.
Kara's thigh was soaked, painted with Lena's obvious arousal as the dark haired beauty gyrated her hips, seeking that delicious friction that would bring her to completion.
Kara was torn between her desire to watch Lena come apart above her, and the need to make their evening last.
"Kara," Lena moaned out.
"I'm right here beautiful," Kara responded, not letting Lena slow down.
"I'm gonna... I can't..." Lena panted out, eyes clenched tightly shut as she got closer.
"Oh, I know," Kara whispered back. "I can feel you. How close you are, how much you need this. Let go baby, it's ok."
Lena's legs were shaking, she dipped her head down and tucked it into the crook of Kara's neck, shuddering as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. Kara wove one hand into Lena's hair, pressing them together, as close as they could get, as Lena jerked once, twice, and let out a low moan against Kara's skin. Her movements began to slow as she came down, shaking and breathing heavily. Kara pulled back just enough to kiss Lena's temple, and run her hands soothingly over Lena's back.
"Mmm," Kara smiled happily against Lena's cheek. "That was fun, gorgeous, but next round I want a more active hand in making you feel that good."
Lena laughed throatily, and pushed herself off Kara far enough to make eye contact.
"Don't you think that's a little presumptuous, Miss Danvers?" Lena said lowly. "Seems like it might be my turn."
"Of course, Ms. Luthor, you're the boss," Kara replied with a grin.
"Mmm, and I generally get what I want."
Kara sucked in a quick breath as Lena's mouth descended to her collarbone, lips and teeth worrying this skin there. Not that it would have any affect on the impervious Kryptonian, Lena knew, but it was still a wonderful feeling to both of them. Kara's fingers threaded into dark locks, encouraging Lena's exploration a little lower. Lena chuckled against her skin at the impatient woman, and decided there was nothing wrong with a little teasing. She kissed down further, and stopped just short of making contact with Kara's pert nipple, making the hero groan in frustration.
Lena looked up at her, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. When Kara huffed and looked down, locking eyes with the Luthor, Lena winked and ran her tongue lightly over the straining nipple, enjoying the way it hardened under her attention. Kara let her head fall back, feeling Lena's lips on her, moaning out loud when her imagination strayed to those lips on other, lower, parts of her body.
Her internal musings must have made her less attentive to Lena's movements, because a sneaky hand made its way between them, touching Kara with a gentle caress, right where she had been imagining Lena moments before.
"Mmm, yes," Kara whispered. "Please, Lena, I want to feel you on me."
"Anything baby," Lena promised. "Just tell me what you like."
"You," Kara answered immediately, canting her hips up to seek more contact from Lena's fingers.
"Sweet talker," Lena murmured, lips brushing against Kara's spectacular abdominal muscles. Kara shook as Lena continued to pay homage to every dip, crease, and curve of her body. Kara bit her lip and held her breath as Lena traveled even lower, slowing as she reached the apex of those toned thighs.
"Is this ok, Kara?" Lena asked quietly, looking up to Kara's face for confirmation.
"Oh yes, please," Kara groaned out. Lena smiled delightedly and let her tongue trace along Kara's soaked lips. The blonde couldn't keep herself from shaking in anticipation of where that talented tongue might travel next, but Lena was content to map the curves of Kara's lower region at a glacial pace. Kara groaned in annoyance, but Lena just chuckled and continued. Just when Kara had made up her mind to pull away and take care of it herself, Lena dipped the tip of her tongue into Kara, humming in delight at the treasure she'd found.
Kara sucked in a quick breath, going tense, and then relaxing, her hands instinctively clutching the sheets to keep them away from Lena's fragile human body. She'd rather break the furniture if she lost control in any way, but she felt steady despite the growing pleasure.
Lena had lost all sense of the teasing she'd started with, pleasuring Kara with a wild abandon, lost to her base senses, touch, taste, smell... the walls could have come down around them, and she would have ignored it in favor of the woman below her.
"Lena," Kara moaned out. Lena did not stop moving, but she did look up to see Kara's half lidded eyes looking back at her. The hero bit her bottom lip as her eyes snapped shut and her whole body convulsed. Lena grinned and slowed her movements, gently bringing Kara back to equilibrium. She smiled and rested her head on Kara's thighs, running her fingers gently over every bit of skin she could easily reach.
"Lena," Kara said again, and Lena lifted her head up to see Kara blissfully relaxed and reaching for her. She shuffled up Kara's body, laying out next her and meeting her for a deep kiss. Kara moaned at the taste of herself on Lena's lips.
"That was fun," Lena said, smirking as they eased out of the kiss.
"Mmm, yes it was," Kara agreed easily. "I'll happily let you repeat that sometime."
"Oh good," Lena responded. "Because it might become my new favorite pastime."
"I hope you have other hobbies, because you pretty much killed me there."
"Oh, really?" Lena said in fake surprise. "To think, that's how a Luthor could finally beat a Super." She grinned mischievously at Kara, who knew it was a joke even before she saw the glint of Lena's eyes.
"Mmm," Kara agreed. "Let Lex know immediately."
Lena smacked her softly. "This is for me only. No other Luthors need get involved. I want you all to myself."
"Deal," Kara said quickly, then worried it might be too fast to make proclamations like that. Lena just shot her a megawatt smile and kissed her soundly.
"Good," she whispered back to Kara. "I'm all yours too." Kara stroked the soft skin of her cheek, enjoying the way they'd gone from hedonistic pleasure straight to talk of commitment and monogamy. They stayed like that for long languid minutes, until Kara could not restrain herself from touching more of Lena's creamy skin. The CEO showed no aversion to it; indeed she shifted to give Kara more access to her body.
Kara trailed a finger down Lena's clavicle, ran it along the skin of her arm, loving the way Lena shivered and goosebumps rose on her sensitive skin. Lena's eyes fluttered closed, rolling complete on to her back, allowing Kara an unrestricted view of her entire front.
And Kara took full advantage of the unspoken offer, eyes preceding the touch of her hand, taking her time to stroke every part of Lena with slow and sure attention. Lena was open, laid bare before her, but no show of nervousness or uncertainty graced her features. Kara periodically looked back to Lena's face, transfixed by the content grin, and still closed eyes of her friend.
'No,' Kara corrected herself. 'Lover.'
This change in her way of thinking about Lena drove her touch the raven haired beauty with more intention, trailing across a hardened nipple, making her way surely down Lena's body, until her fingers came to a stop, caressing the inside of Lena's thigh.
Lena's eyes opened, eyes burning with a need Kara had never before seen.
"Kara," Lena moaned out. "Please, touch me?"
Kara would be lying if she said she was completely at ease. Her mind raced, she struggled to make herself focus. She'd never touched another woman intimately before... would she know what to do? How to please Lena, as Lena had cared for her minutes before.
Lena, once again, seemed to read Kara's mind, intertwining their fingers and guiding their conjoined hands to where she needed Kara's touch. At once, Kara became nearly overwhelmed by the heat, smoothness, wetness under her fingertips. She delighted in the way Lena's hips rose to meet her, sought out her pleasure from Kara's unsure strokes. Kara gave her slightly more pressure, feeling Lena's clit harden when she made contact, and Lena released a shaky breath and bit her lip as she nodded.
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Like that."
Encouraged, Kara dared to move with more intention, sliding through Lena's wetness and mapping every peak and valley with a caress. Emboldened, she circled Lena's clit with her thumb, feeling the many sensations all at once; the coarseness of those trimmed dark curls against her hand, sticky wetness coating the pad of her thumb, the heat coming off Lena, seeming hotter in that moment than the yellow sun's rays had ever been. Kara watched, mesmerized, almost as if she was outside herself looking in. She pulled herself out of her reverie, wanting to commit this tactile experience to memory, needing to remember how Lena looked and felt in this moment. Her eyes flicked back up, finding Lena's and holding them.
"Kara, please," Lena begged, writhing under her touch. "Inside." Kara hesitated only a moment before sliding her fingers down further, and finding Lena ready, so ready, that she couldn't even consider turning down the request. She slipped in one finger, searching slowly, coaxing herself into Lena until she was buried up to the knuckle inside. Instinctively, she stroked Lena from the inside, feeling entirely overwhelmed. If she thought Lena was warm before, now she was an inferno, drawing Kara in, the hero helpless to resist the lure. Lena was rolling her hips seeking more contact, and Kara obliged; thumb taking over on that needy clit as she continued pumping her finger in and out.
"More," Lena whimpered. "More." Kara wasn't sure, Lena was already so tight around her, gripping and contracting. She didn't want to risk hurting her. But Lena pleaded with her eyes, and Kara could not refuse her anything. She slid out, Lena groaning at the loss momentarily, but then sighing in pleasure when Kara re-entered her with another digit.
Kara stroked her tentatively, worried about inadvertently hurting Lena, but the CEO wouldn't let her. She reached around the back of Kara's neck, tugging lightly, and Kara acquiesced, allowing Lena to draw their lips together, and then resting her forehead against Lena's.
"Faster," Lena demanded. "You can go harder, and faster. I won't break, I'm tougher than I look." Her eyes flashed with a glint of steel, and Kara relented once more, giving Lena the harder thrusting she wanted. She watched Lena's face anxiously for any sign of discomfort, but all she found was pleasure and pure desire. She sped up, and Lena nodded vigorously. "Like that," she commanded. "But more. Kara, please, I want to really feel you. I'm so close."
Kara threw her caution to the wind slightly, and added a little super speed to her thrusts. Lena cried out, and Kara nearly stopped before Lena reassured her.
"OH, yes. God, Kara, don't stop. Don't stop." Her fingers wove themselves into Kara's hair using her leverage to keep their foreheads pressed tightly together as Kara kept up the speed and force, needing no rest, her Kryptonian muscles didn't fatigue like human ones; she could have, and would have, kept going all night if that was what Lena desired.
But Lena proved human after all; she gasped, and her internal muscles contracted tightly around Kara's fingers, and Kara had to slow her motions to slow strokes as Lena gave a guttural yell and nearly collapsed, spent, onto the bed. Kara slowed further, drawing out the sensations as Lena had done for her, and when she slid out of Lena's wetness, the CEO whimpered at the loss, and wrapped her arms tightly around Kara's shoulders, shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Kara returned the embrace, whispering reassurances into Lena's ears, hardly realizing what she was saying at all. Awe of Lena's endurance and beauty, amazement at what it felt like to be joined with the other woman like this. Lena burrowed her face into the crook of Kara's neck, still trying to recover.
"Oh Lena," Kara said, once the shudders had mostly subsided. "That was... so amazing, astonishing... I don't have words for how it feels to hold you like this."
"I think that's my line, Kara, I've never come so hard in my life." The faintest twinge of pink colored her cheeks at the honest pronouncement. Kara smiled at her indulgently.
"I promise to get better and try to one-up myself with any... repeat performances," Kara said carefully. "If that's something you want."
Lena's brow furrowed slightly. "Why wouldn't I want a repeat..." she trailed off, realizing that Kara wasn't sure how Lena viewed their coupling and date. "Kara," she said seriously, leaning back to look directly into the Kryptonian's eyes. "Kara," she said slowly and surely. "I want every repeat performance. I want more dates, picnics, parties, game nights, and anything else that might come up. I want autumn strolls, and mundane errands, and ice cream binge, and any other crazy idea we might come up with. And I damn sure want many more repeats of tonight. I might never let you leave this bed," she warned Kara with a wink. "This... you... are important to me."
Kara bit her lip and held back a tear that threatened to fall. "I'm not always a great partner," she confided. "I get called away constantly, somehow end up wrapped up in every single apocalyptic event imaginable, and sometimes get sucked into other dimensions or planets."
Lena nodded. "I'm the CEO of a fortune 500 company," she reminded Kara. "I might have to take phone calls on weekends away, or be away for days or weeks at a time on business in Metropolis, and I get death threats like every other day. I'm not easy to date either," she warned Kara. "But I can't imagine not trying. And not giving this... us... every chance we can."
Kara's breath hitched. "You are sure, you want an orphaned alien for a girlfriend?"
"And are you ok with a traumatized and emotionally crippled orphan girlfriend? With a criminal family background?" Lena shot back with a grin, only half joking.
"Oh Lena," Kara sighed. "I wish you hadn't had to go through all that. You're so different than them. Loving, supportive, talented... I'd take that bad childhood all away for you in an instant if I could."
Lena smiled up at her. "I know you would sweetie. And I'd give you back your planet if I could."
Kara smiled back sadly, settling next to Lena. "I'd settle for another date. And another after that. And another after that..." she trailed off, looking at Lena fondly.
"Only if I get a few hundred more after that," Lena negotiated.
"You drive a hard bargain, Luthor," Kara said with poorly faked sternness. "But I think we can agree on these terms."
Lena her hand out playfully to Kara. "I look forward to a productive partnership, Ms. Zor-El."
Kara laughed and ignored the outstretched hand in favor of a deep kiss that left them both breathless.
A/N: Ok, this is actually the end. My one shots so rarely stay that way... whoops!