Late Night
Notes:
Hey guys! Fair warning sexual themes in this chapter. I edited it to take out significantly explicit verbiage.
-Lena-
It had been an impossibly long week. Another one of those weeks that Lena Luthor felt more like a machine than a person, fueled by coffee and the occasional protein bar. She had no time for pilates or sleep or even pretty blonde reporters.
Kara's texts to the young Luthor had gotten increasingly more adorable. The girl, apparently aware of Lena's personal kryptonite, had actually taken a picture of her own pout and sent it to her when Lena had to bail on movie night for the second time.
The poor president of L-Corp, tech guru to the elite, feminist icon on the top of CatCo's 30 most impressive business women under thirty, had spent the three seconds of free time she had yesterday looking at it. And she would have sold her patent for the key to alchemy to spend an afternoon watching dancing toddlers with the blonde ray of sunshine, throwing popcorn at the T.V. whenever the craziest pageant mom come on.
Kara was a wonderful surprise that Lena was frankly amazed wanted to spend any time with her. Every day with the girl was like how Christmas morning looked like it felt on postcards. Though the days with the 'pseudorandom surprises' were a little extra special, no one had ever brought her homemade cookies before.
Kara was full of life and acceptance. She made her laugh until she cried, until she thought she was doing literal injury to her organs. Lena knew she would actually buy the woman a puppy or a house, or a god-damn donut store to put an end to one of those absolutely devastating pouts.
Kara made her dream about a thousand different futures the Luthor hadn't let herself think about before. Not because she actually thought they could happen, just for the joy of knowing there was one person in the world that Lena Luthor could imagine living them with. It made her feel a little less broken.
There was something tragically right about the one truly normal thing in the youngest Luthor's life being a soul-tearing unrequited love affair for the ages. That the leading lady was a passionate reporter, the only group of people her mother ranted about more than aliens, also made her smile.
Feeling heart-sick at the thought of hearing Kara's voice, the beleaguered CEO looked down at her phone wistfully. She knew it was too late for a polite phone call, so instead Lena stared out over her balcony, sitting as far away from the edge as possible, and kept the company of a Mr. Jack Daniels that evening.
The young genius knew that she had already had more to drink than her brain calculated appropriate to maintain a reasonable blood alcohol level, but poured out another glass anyway, happy to let her thoughts drift for once staring out over her new home.
National City was beautiful, not nearly as loud and overpopulated as Metropolis or as chaotic and grimy as Gotham. She liked that here the sky seemed bigger, she could make out the constellations she had memorized as a kid. Looking up at the stars she thought about the one person she knew who was from them.
Supergirl was like a dream, a really good dream. The battery-operated devices in her bedside nightstand had been getting some late-night workouts recently when fantasies about one blonde would drift to another. It honestly wasn't fair for both of them to be so painfully attractive. Lena often enjoyed remembering Kara's blushing smile and her unreal abs.
The morning, when she'd gained her new favorite sweatshirt, Lena, for few glorious seconds had to yell at her hands to stop literally twitching toward them.
Supergirl she'd seen more of, and every inch was perfection. But biceps and indestructibility aside, Lena really wanted to watch the hero solve quantum differentials on her drafting board and then bend her over it.
She had talked to Supergirl a number of times since their covert adventure together. Usually starting with the girl hovering outside of Lena's office on the nights she'd stayed past midnight, insisting on flying the overworked CEO home.
Persistent as only a superhero could be, the girl had even sat waiting on the couch for an hour one night while Lena finished up a project. She had felt occasional gust from the balcony, she assumed here the hero zipping in and out on Super calls. But a couple of times the blonde had instead floated back in, eyes intent on swiping her finger across her phone, concentration unbroken when she dropped out of the air onto the couch. The young Luthor wondered idly what level of Candy Crush the blonde hero got to staring at her and felt guilty enough to call it a night.
Her brother was wrong about almost everything he ever told her about aliens. If this was a being of ultimate hubris, she felt like she may have never grasped the definition of that word.
On those nights, Lena didn't have the heart to tell the pretty young hero that the idea of flying over the city made her want to scream and vomit onto her patent red leather boots.
And, after a few times in the air with her, she had to admit that might have changed.
Being in Supergirl's arms just felt different. It helped that she always insisted on taking them above the clouds to avoid being seen. The dark-haired CEO felt a little light-headed but between the soft clouds and the silvery moonlight she felt inexplicably calmer and safer than she ever had on a plane.
As if summoned by her thoughts, blonde Kryptonian herself came hovering over in the air next to her. Lena gestured to the balcony commenting, "You know this isn't really an entrance, right?"
Supergirl ducked her head, "Sorry, your elevator guy is really nice. I just feel weird, you know, with the cape and everything," gesturing down at herself. Then a worried expression crossed her face. "I heard your heartbeat have a funny rhythm again and I was worried," the young hero admitted landing on the far side of the balcony eying Lena's glass with distaste.
Lena smiled remembering the pretty alien in front of her admitting she felt bad at human things. "I probably should feel concern about a government agent keeping tabs on the inner workings of my vital organs. But right now," she said raising her glass in a toast, "I don't really feel much of anything."
The crease on Supergirl's brow deepened and Lena noticed the little scar on her forehead that the hero mentioned getting back on Krypton.
Smiling, she set down her glass and walked over to the woman. Standing next to her, Lena realized how much taller than her the hero was when Lena wasn't wearing her heels.
Reaching her hand up she smiled softly as she traced her fingers over the little divot; the one flaw making her seem so much more human. Finding her skin impossibly smooth, Lena's fingers moved on their own, tracing down her cheek, thumb running past the corner of her mouth before moving to graze over her neck. This caused the blue-eyed Kryptonian to shiver lightly while the hero's eyes flicked from Lena's down to her lips and back.
The Luthor met Supergirl's gaze, pleased to see her own hunger reflected back in them. The normally brilliant bright sky-blue consumed by dark want.
"Why not?" Lena muttered aloud. Lifting up on her toes, she crashed her mouth against the surprised hero's lips. Awkward for a moment, their teeth clicking, Lena felt Supergirl hesitate for a breath before her hands moved to burry themselves in Lena's dark hair.
Opening her mouth to deepen the kiss, Lena moaned when she felt the hero's hand fist to grasp her head more firmly, reveling in the intensity of the sensation. Feeling daring, the young Luthor wondered if she could get the Girl of Steel to be rough.
Lena bit a Kryptonian lip, almost expecting to break her teeth against it, but everything about the girl was soft. Her mouth was soft her skin was soft. The soft intrusion of her tongue in Lena's mouth sent a throb through the CEO's entire body, making her want to feel it everywhere. The only thing rough beneath her hands was this mother-fucking suit.
Lena held a deep, passionate, unabating hatred for the scrape of blue and red that separated her fingers from the skin underneath. For this one moment she wished for nothing more than to borrow the Kryptonian's powers for a few seconds to rip the thing off her and then give them back so she could ravish her with them.
Her hands moved from the back of the hero's neck to graze her sides and, as a personal indulgence, Lena sent both her hands against the hero's abs, shivering with pleasure when she felt them flex and dance underneath them.
Lena wondered, with intense curiosity, what they would taste like after the hero rescued someone from a fire. Imagining the blonde woman squirm underneath her as she licked off the sweat.
Giving up on finding a zipper, the Luthor pulled the hero forcefully against her body. She grunted at the contact of their bodies, held the Kryptonian's hips firmly against her own and then trembled at the feeling of the Super's teeth on her neck. Her body craving friction, the CEO pushed the young woman down into the chair behind her and straddled her lap, hips grinding down violently of their own accord.
The certified young genius finally remembered then the pragmatic benefits of having a skirted superhero.
Lena slid her hand experimentally up Supergirl's thigh and felt the hero stiffen against her. Damn it! Lena thought in desperate frustration, pressed my luck.
"W-Wait, oh Rao…mmh. Wait! -Le, Ms. Luthor," the conflicted hero stammered.
The painfully aroused CEO smiled wickedly at the woman underneath her saying, "Lena is fine." in her best naughty school mistress' impression. Then tried to distract the hero again by nipping at her neck.
"Lena- Um, we have to…You, you've been drinking and -um, if something um, h-happened then I would need to tell you something. I have to tell you something, but I can't. You can't, I can't. They can't know. It's dangerous…I should.. go."
At that, the superhero's face held a mixture of regret and guilt and grief that cooled Lena's ardor enough for her to relent, reluctantly standing and smoothing her skirt.
Supergirl, smiled in remorseful appreciation and turned to fly into the night. Touching her shoulder lightly, Lena asked in a soft small voice, "Maybe one more, so I know you don't regret everything." The blue-eyed hero looked at her eye's full of guilt and shook her head sadly before flying off into the night.
Lena breathed out, pushing her hair back from her forehead with her palms, green eyes wide. She felt as though her hands were holding her head together while she tried to sort out all she was feeling.
Hearing a soft word spoken behind her, she turned, and then was up in the air spiraling around the woman in blue, her cape curled around them both as their mouths locked together first in desperate, then in slow languorous kisses before they floated down, Lena standing on Supergirl's boots.
"Whatever this thing is." Lena said between kisses. "Is one of us going to die? Like in the next," she tilted her head assessing the hero's body, "-two hours, if I don't know right now?"
"But the drinking?" Supergirl objected feebly their feet touching the ground.
Lena now felt perfectly sober but felt like her point might be made better with another argument. "I've fantasized about having you right there," Lena said head gesturing toward her bedroom window, "for months. I'm sure I was sober at least several dozen of those times."
The superhero's eyes searched Lena's. She felt victorious catching a flash of smoldering dark pupils that Lena was sure the hero saw reflected in her own. Then Supergirl moved like an avalanche.
Lena found herself instantaneously pressed against a wall of her living room, motion-sensored lights dimly flickering on around them.
The eager CEO's body was held up by the firm pressure of the of the hero's against hers and the kissing grew more desperate as the Kryptonian's hands starting to wander across the CEO's body. Shifting for better leverage, Lena heard something crash to her side and felt absolutely no curiosity about what they had just broken.
"Golly Lena, I'm sor-" Supergirl let out, moving as if to clean up the mess.
Lena felt desire rage inside her, wanting nothing more in that moment than to corrupt the innocence of this kind beautiful Adonis.
She regained Supergirl's undivided attention by wrapping her legs around the hero's hips and sucking forcefully against her neck. Pulling her head back, her mind was discontented with the lack of evidence on the blonde girl's smooth white skin. Frustrated, she bit the Kryptonian in the same spot and then ran her lips over the young woman's earlobe before trapping it between her teeth for her tongue to play with.
The blonde shuddered at the feeling of Lena's breath in her ear and buried her head into the crook of Lena's neck, taking the fabric of Lena's silk dress between her teeth with a grimace when she heard the soft tearing of silk.
Then Supergirl stopped moving. Body still pressed against the CEO's, she placed both hands against the wall and closed her eyes breathing heavily.
Muddled though her thoughts were, Lena appreciated the potential risk of pushing a Kryptonian past her limit of control. And rutting on the floor of her living room may not be conducive to success in that goal.
Shifting her feet back to the floor the young Luthor slid down the wall and took the young Kryptonian by the hand, leading them both into the bedroom.
Still holding Supergirl's hand lightly in hers, Lena sat down on her enormous red plush covered bed and looked up, beaconing silently for the blonde to join her.
Hesitating the young hero admitted, "I don't really know how-"
Lena stood and kissed the hero sweetly, standing on her tip-toes, hands cupping both cheeks. She intentionally spun them, trading places, and the raven-haired CEO used the momentum to guide the young hero onto the bed. Then kicked off her heels and followed her.
"Just feel," Lena said softly switching off the lights.
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