"Hold still."
Kara fidgets while Lena wraps a tape measure around her thigh, prodding her with a sharp finger whenever she moves too much. A cold breeze flutters through the lab, making her even more uncomfortable.
"I can't hold still when you're attacking me." Kara pouts, trying to find a comfortable stance with Lena kneeling in front of her and repositioning her very two seconds to measure a different part of her body. "I usually enjoy it when we're in this position, but this is very much not what we usually do."
Lena wraps the tape measure around her calf extra tight for that remark. "Maybe that's because you're usually the one on your knees."
"Liar."
Lena rolls her eyes with a smirk before mumbling, keenly aware that Kara can hear her. "Bottom in denial."
"Hey! Take that back!"
A scoff fills the air. "And make a liar out of me too? Never."
Kara crosses her arms with a huff, turning her face away from Lena and pouting. She wants to argue and try to claim that she isn't a bottom, but she is fully aware that while they do switch, she's the one to hand over control in the bedroom at least 80% of the time.
Lena gazes up at Kara, smiling at the pouty face she loves so very much and laughing at Kara's strange insistence that she's not a bottom. She pushes herself to her feet and steps into Kara's space, using a gentle but firm hand to turn her head towards her.
"Don't get me wrong, darling, I love that about you." Lena leans in closer, brushing her lips against Kara's for an intense moment before capturing those pretty lips in a kiss she won't be forgetting any time soon.
Kara can't help herself. She sinks into the kiss, humming contentedly when Lena's tongue slips along her lips and brings her hands up to grip onto Lena's waist to prevent her from leaving her personal space.
"I love how you relax into me and pull me closer." Lean begins to mumble into the sensual kisses. "I love it when you moan into my mouth and how soft and pliant you get."
Lena drags her lips down to the side of Kara's neck, aiming to suck on that spot she knows will drive Kara wild.
"I love how boneless you get by the time I'm done with you, and I love how utterly wrecked you look. I just love how you so willingly let me take control because you trust me to look after you, the almighty Supergirl." Lena whispers into her skin, one hand gripping Kara's hair to drag her head back and expose more of that delicious neck for her to devour.
"You're trying to kill me." Kara whimpers, her hands still pressed to Lena's hips, not letting her go.
Lena leans back at that. "I'm not trying to kill you, darling. I'm simply proving a point, now be a good girl and stand still for me so I can get my measurements then perhaps you'll get a lovely little reward at the end."
Despite Kara's grabby hands, Lena manages to slip away enough to get right back to her measurements and ignoring the needy looks thrown her way from the now horny blonde superhero.
"That's mean." Kara whines, but she doesn't fight Lena and in fact, she stands perfectly still for her, clearly trying to rush the process so she can get that reward her girlfriend is so kindly bribing her with.
"Perhaps, but you'll see how mean I can be when we've finished up your measurements." Lena's words have no bite, no seductive undertones, just a factual statement that runs fire through Kara's veins, Lena having a natural ability to seduce Kara with every word she says.
Kara tries to distract herself from her own need by changing the subject. "Are you going to tell me why we need these measurements anyway?"
With a rough grip Lena pulls one of Kara's ankles outward a little bit more, spreading her legs in a rough motion. "Oh, we don't. I already have your measurements to make you a new suit."
"What?" Kara's eyes widen and peer down at the insanely attractive woman kneeling down between her legs.
"I just love to watch you squirm, and I will use any excuse to come feel up your muscles." Lena stands once more, gripping Kara's waist and walking her backwards until she has her pressed firmly into a table, one hand gripping her thigh to lift it up and urge her to sit atop of it.
Kara can't help but scoff at that. "Like you've ever needed an excuse to do that, you just wanted to torture me."
"You can't prove anything."
"I can't, but did you say you are still making me a suit?" Kara's eyes light up with excitement. "I'd love a new suit, the Krypto-suit you made me, makes my ass look phenomenal."
Lena tears her focus away from where her hands are rubbing up and down Kara's thighs. "I made it that way for my benefit, not yours. However, I am going to make you a new suit, one that pleases my eyes and keeps you safe, nobody hurts what belongs to me."
Kara practically melts into puddle from Lena's words. "I belong to you?"
"You're mine and I'm yours, there's no denying that, darling." Lena leans in to kiss Kara once again, siling into the lips of the woman she loves.
Kara sinks into it, as she always does. "Can I help design the suit?"
"You wish. I'm designing the suit because I want to add as much protection as possible whilst giving me something good to look at, if you join in with the designs, it will end up rainbow or be patterned with unicorns or something. That's not a risk I'm willing to take."
"I wouldn't –" Kara starts to object but Lena hits her with the famous eyebrow raise. "Maybe I would but you're not supposed to call me out like that!"
Lena laughs at her, the sound coming deep from in her chest. "You would, but can we get back to rewarding you?"
Kara feels Lena's hands slide up her thighs to her torso, gripping her possessively, bringing back all the horniness that she had lost during their little conversation. "Hell yeah."