"What kind of aphrodisiac is a can of beans?" Diana exclaimed, thoroughly amused by what she found in the fridge of Kal-El's Paris apartment.

"Kal has a lot to learn - I'm pretty sure beans are an anti-aphrodisiac, if that's a thing now.", Shayera mused, looking over at the can her girlfriend was eyeing, before taking a step forwards and wrapping her arms around Diana's waist.

"But Kal's terrible choice in foreplay foods aside, we're lucky he could lend us the apartment at all. Not every girlfriend gets to whisk her lover away to Pah-Rie for the weekend." Shayera replied, laying on her attempt at a French accent for the name of the city, and nuzzling into the taller woman's back.

"hmm" Diana said, wrapping her arms around Shayera's.

"What?"

"I… I like the way you pronounced that word"

"No way! My girlfriend has a French kink and I'm only now finding out about it?" Shayera exclaimed, taking a step back as Diana turned around to face her.

"I didn't say that! I just… enjoyed it that one time, that's all"

"Oh really? I guess you won't mind if we visit the boulangerie later then?

"What have I gotten myself into" Diana faux sighed, too embarrassed to admit that Shayera was very much turning her on.

"Oh you have no idea! In fact, it's a contretemps"

Diana let out an involuntary sound somewhere between a hum and a moan, as she allowed her hands to meander downwards to massage Shayera's ass.

"And, ma work ere iz done" Shayera cooed, before standing on her toes to catch Diana's lips in a deep kiss.

Kara Zor-El practically bounded up the stairs of the apartment complex, moving to the beat of Golden Eye by Tina Turner. In her arms, she was clutching a large grocery bag, containing a number of ingredients. As soon as she returned to the apartment Kal had so kindly lent her for the weekend, she was going to cook herself a delicious roast goose, stuffed with apples. A far cry from the can of beans Kal bizarrely decided to leave her

When she opened the door, and strode through to the kitchen, her jaw almost hit the floor. Diana and Shayera were on the floor, completely naked, kissing passionately.

The grocery bag hit the floor, as Kara whipped off her earphones and started

"What the fuck! Wonder Woman!? Hawkgirl!?"

Shayera looked up, and Diana craned her neck. Never one to be particularly phased, Shayera replied

"Actually Kara, it's Wonder Woman fucking Hawkgirl, but close enough"

Diana couldn't help but snicker, both at Shayera's comment and Kara's still-as-a-statue in shock stance.

"Um Kara, could you maybe go into the other room while we get changed?" Diana said gently, once she had composed herself as best she could from underneath her girlfriend.

"uh… yes… of course, I'm so sorry Wonder Woman I had no idea" Kara said, her face turning red as a beetroot while she hastily walked out of the room.

"Oh for God's sake, Kal said I could have it this same week! I'm so sorry Hawkgirl, and you too Wonder Wo-"

"Kara, enough with the "Wonder Woman", "Diana" is my name. You're making me feel like I'm your grandmother!"

"Which is pretty bad since she's just seen us fuc-"

"I think she knows what she saw, Shayera" Diana interjected.

"Yeah, I won't be forgetting that image for a while…" Kara replied, her voice trailing off a little as though in thought.

"So, changing the subject completely, what did you make of Kal's choice of fridge-food, Kara?" Diana asked.

Unbeknownst to her, Kara was daydreaming about the scene she had witnessed earlier on. She'd always been somewhat attracted to the two women, but seeing them like that was enough to inspire some serious fantasies…

"Kara? Hello?" Diana continued.

"What? Oh… sorry Wonder Wo- I mean Diana. What were you saying again?"

"I was just asking about Kal's beans. I mean what's up with that? Who even keeps beans in the fridge?"

"Ah, well, Kal was never the breast- uh best- at organizing his kitchen. I think because he doesn't need to eat he forgets that it's pretty important for moist-uh most- of us."

Kara's slips had Shayera raising an eyebrow, but she decided it was best to move on.

"So I guess that's why you brought all this food up?" Shayera asked.

"It was that or eat beans neat. But there'll be enough goose for all three of us if you don't mind me staying and cooking dinner?"

One delectable goose and two-and-a-half bottles of wine later, the three women were decidedly tipsy. Shayera and Diana were luxuriating on the large couch, while Kara sat opposite them on the armchair, being regaled by the couple's adventures.

"So then the third walks right up to her, and runs her finger just under her boobs, then turns to her friend and says "Anpil gwo, nah?", all while I'm standing right there! Later on we found out that means "very big, aren't they?" in Creole!"

"Really, Diana, you couldn't just get one girl to hit on you? You really had to go for a whole three?"

"What can I say? They get a lot of attention" Diana replied with a hint of smugness, as she gestured to her breasts.

"I mean, after today, I can definitely see why" Kara replied, before abruptly adding

"n-not that yours aren't nice too, Shayera"

"Oh, please, these? I think you need to see them side-by-side again" Shayera replied, casually pulling down the comfy T-shirt she was wearing.

"Shayera, what are you doing!?" Diana exclaimed, half laughing.

"Oh relax princess, she's seen them once, what's twice gonna hurt? Your turn now babe"

"Well… if it's alright with you, Kara? … Kara?"

Kara had been doing her best not to stare at Shayera's chest, and failing miserably. Her decidedly steamy train of thought was only broken on Diana's second attempt.

"uh, yeah, no, I don't mind" She said, struggling to keep the excitement out of her voice.

Diana smiled mischievously, before whipping her top off and moving along the couch to press her breasts against Shayera's.

"Well Kara, that a good refresher?" Shayera asked, knowing full well that Kara was loving the show.

Perhaps it was the alcohol taking control, but Kara decided to take a chance. She sauntered over to the two, and cooed.

"That was a good reminder, but I think I need a bit more of a hands-on understanding"

Diana and Shayera looked at each other, both smiling devilishly.

"You okay with this?" Diana said softly.

Shayera nodded, before the both of them turned to see Kara taking off her underwear.

Light cascaded through the windows of the apartment, gently hitting the faces of the three naked women wrapped in each other's arms on the couch.

Shayera woke first, and enjoyed a few wonderful moments of listening to the gentle breathing of the other two. Then, Diana's eyes flitted open, and she looked over at her girlfriend.

"Bonjour" Shayera whispered.

"One more word in French and you're getting wake-up sex, like it or not" Diana replied.

"Hmmm, something about wake-up sex?" Kara chimed in sleepily.

"well, mademoiselles? Ready for another round?"

"yes" Diana and Kara replied in unison.