ADULT CONTENT WARNING

Lena was surprised when they got to Kara's house barely five minutes after leaving the bar. But she saw the truck and trailer parked along the side of the street, and then Kara was turning into a driveway alongside a cute, red house with dark blue shutters. It seemed very fitting of Kara, but its close proximity to the bar made Lena realize Kara had gone out of her way to pick her up and would have to again to bring her home.

But if the blonde cared she didn't say anything about it, because she simply led Lena up the steps and onto the small porch. "Sorry if it's a little messy. I don't have much time to clean." She gave an apologetic smile before turning her key in the lock and opening the door.

She stood back to allow Lena to walk in first, following after her and flicking on the light. The living room was small but quaint, with framed movie posters on the walls, along with various photos. A plush, blue couch stood along one wall with a coffee table in front of it, and along the other wall was a fairly decent-sized TV on a stand.

There was an archway attaching to another room, which Lena noticed appeared to be used as an office. There was a desk along one wall that had a massive desktop computer and dual monitors. Kara also had not one, but two bookcases, and only one shelf wasn't completely full. Lena was instantly drawn to it, curious about the contents.

"That hard drive is around here somewhere," Kara muttered, eyes scanning the rental home. "Just give me one second."

The blonde went into the office and turned on the lamp on the desk, illuminating the room with a soft, warm glow. She busied herself with going through a set of plastic drawers next to the desk, and Lena took that opportunity to snoop—starting with the books.

Her eyes scanned the titles, smiling at the fact that Kara had all of the Harry Potter books lined up neat, and they looked worn—as if they'd been read many times. There were also some of her other favorites, such as Star Girl, A Song of Ice and Fire series, and Amy Poehler's autobiography Yes, Please! There were a few other titles she recognized: the underwhelming lesbian books Kara had mentioned earlier. She wrinkled her nose at one of them before turning her attention to the second bookshelf.

Then, right in front of Kara's collection of A Series of Unfortunate Event books, there was a glass pipe. It was white and blue with a big bowl that was mostly packed, just a small portion black with ash. A black lighter was sitting beside it, and Lena smirked when she saw the design on it was a T-Rex riding a scooter across the moon, similar to that scene from E.T.

"Found it," Kara said, closing the drawer then walking over to Lena with a small, portable hard drive in her hands. She stopped short when she saw Lena had discovered her pipe. "Oh… Oops." She smiled sheepishly as she went to grab it. "Forgot to put that away."

"I'm not bothered by it," Lena said with a shrug. "I used to smoke all the time, but the person I usually get it from just moved to Metropolis, and I'm not exactly sure where to get it anymore."

"I have a reliable source." Kara grinned, then held out the pipe questioningly. "Do you want to hit this?"

Lena reached to take it, then stopped herself. "I wouldn't feel right. I don't want to mooch," she said, knowing how expensive drugs could be.

"It's not mooching if I'm offering," Kara insisted. "But you also don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"It's not that I don't want to," Lena said, smiling shyly. "I'd just feel bad since I don't have anything to contribute."

"Well, if I'm not worried about it, you shouldn't be," the blonde responded honestly. "But seriously, if you want some, you're welcome to it. If not, I won't force it on you."

"Well…" Lena eyed the pipe longingly. "Since you're offering…"

Kara held it out again, eyebrows raised, and this time Lena took it. Kara grabbed the lighter off the bookcase and handed that to Lena, too, and when she took it their fingers brushed, shocking Lena so much she nearly dropped it. But she managed to hang onto it and take her hit, holding it in for a moment as she handed the pipe back to Kara.

It was good and smooth, and smelled amazing when she exhaled the cloud of smoke. It had been a while, so she coughed a little bit, covering her mouth with her elbow. Kara looked at her worriedly.

"Do you need something to drink?" the blonde questioned.

Lena swallowed, answering in a somewhat raspy voice, "Yes, please."

"Water, LaCroix?" Kara offered.

"No chance you have any wine?" Lena joked, but Kara instantly nodded.

"Red or white?"

Lena stared at her for a moment. "Uh, white?"

"Be right back." She motioned to the couch in the living room. "Make yourself at home."

Kara handed the pipe back her before disappearing into a hallway and making her way to the back of the house. Lena went to sit on the couch like Kara had suggested, placing the pipe and lighter on the coffee table for when Kara got back. Thankfully it didn't take long for the perky blonde to reemerge with a full wine glass in each hand.

"Your wine, Madame," Kara said with a playful grin as she handed one of the glasses to Lena.

"Thanks," Lena said, instantly taking a sip. Kara must've had it in the fridge, because it was nice and cold. It soothed her burning throat immensely.

Kara retrieved her hard drive from the back pocket of her shorts and went over and plugged it into the TV. She then turned it on and messed with the settings a bit until the movie started. Kara grabbed the remote off the coffee table and paused it before sitting down and turning to Lena.

"Now, before we start this, I just have to say that this movie is by no means the best film ever made. Far from it," Kara explained, her face flushing a bit. She set her glass of wine on the coffee table in favor of picking up the pipe and lighter instead. "It's just fun and cute, and it makes me happy, so I really love it."

"Kara, I'm not going to judge you," Lena said with a smile. "I wanted to watch this—What is it called again?"

"Girltrash: All Night Long," Kara answered then took a hit of the pipe, letting it out slowly. She held it out for Lena, who set her wine next to Kara's in order to take it and the lighter. When her hands were free the blonde picked up the remote and gave Lena a sideways grin. "I apologize in advance if I sing along and ruin it."

"I highly doubt that would ruin it," Lena said with a tiny chuckle.

Kara smirked. "Okay, I warned you."

They started the movie, and right away Lena saw what Kara meant about the movie's quality. The budget was obviously very small, and the writing wasn't overly deep. In fact, some of it was just plain silly. But the characters did have clear goals and objectives, and Lena found herself on the edge of her seat to see how the story would play out.

When she wasn't smiling like an idiot at Kara singing along the entire time—not missing a word to a single song—that is. It was the only time Lena didn't pay attention to the movie, too busy watching the one-woman show next to her. Kara's voice was lovely— melodic and smooth. She could have listened to her sing all night.

But then the movie was over, giving them the happy ending she'd been promised. And it did make her happy, seeing a love story between two women play out so organically and even comically. Yet at the same time she felt a familiar sense of longing bubbling beneath the surface. And as she glanced sideways at Kara as she turned off the TV, it became so pertinent she had to look away again quickly because her heart felt like it was squeezing in her chest.

"So, what did you think?" Kara asked, setting the remote back on the coffee table next to the long-finished pipe.

"I actually kind of loved it," Lena said, daring to gaze at Kara again and catching a breath at the smile she was greeted with.

"Yeah?" The smile widened, all perfect white teeth, dazzling Lena with its brightness. "I'm surprised. The only other person I've ever watched it with is my sister, and she's a lesbian, too." Kara ducked her head momentarily. "It's nice to know a straight person can enjoy it."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the pot, or maybe it was simply years of repression rearing its ugly head, but Lena heard herself blurt out instantly, "I'm not." And the look Kara gave her made her so unsettled that she almost felt as if she was going to be sick.

"Not…What?" Kara asked slowly.

Lena gulped, then whispered, "Straight."

Kara stared at her for a second, her mouth hanging open in surprise before saying, "Oh." Then she ran a somewhat shaky hand through her blonde curls. "I—Didn't know."

"Not many people do," Lena admitted, and though it was terrifying to be saying this to someone, at the same time it felt invigorating and freeing. "I don't really open up about my private life to the public." Not to mention Lillian wouldn't let her.

Kara's mind was going wild with this admission, though she tried to keep her face a mask of calm. But this was huge. The moment she'd first been introduced to Lena onscreen, she'd immediately developed a crush and looked into her. There weren't any romantic partners listed anywhere, but when Kara delved further, she noticed quite a few of Lena's fans happened to be lesbians—the majority of them, in fact. And they all claimed Lena's lack of a public romance throughout her entire career pointed to one thing: lesbianism. But with no proof to back it up, it was just an internet rumor she didn't want to put too much stock into.

To have her confirm this rumor was incredibly validating, and Kara knew if she told the lesbians on the internet then they would go absolutely mental. But that was something she would never do for a number of reasons. Most of which were Lena's privacy and the trust she was placing in Kara that she didn't want to break. Besides the fact that it would end her career if the source was traced back to her.

"You don't have to worry about me telling anyone," Kara assured her in a quiet voice.

"Thanks," Lena said, but something inside her wished Kara would. That way it would just be out there through no fault of her own so at least Lillian couldn't yell at her about it. But she would probably do it anyway for telling Kara in the first place. Lillian loved to find reasons to yell. She wondered what Lillian would think of her alone with Kara, drinking and smoking and blabbing her biggest secret.

Actually, she didn't have to wonder. She knew—Lillian would be furious. And that thought flipped some sort of switch in her brain. Suddenly her nerves were gone, and a fire started in her stomach, reminding her of why she'd wanted to come to Kara's in the first place.

"Well, you're officially over the legal limit of drinks to drive, not to mention the smoking," Lena said, casually leaning back into the couch as she gazed at the blonde. "I don't think it would be safe for you to drive me home at this point."

But Kara shook her head. "I'm actually fine." Then she thought about it. "But you're right, it's probably not a good idea." She sighed, her face falling a little as she asked, "Did you want to get a Lyft or an Uber instead?"

Lena bit her lip coyly. "I could just crash here."

Kara's eyes widened, and she took in a sharp breath. "Okay… You can have my bed, and I'll sleep here on the couch."

Lena nearly laughed. Clearly Kara was missing the point. "Why bother? I'm sure there's room for both of us."

"I—I just," Kara stammered, her face going as red as the paint on the outside of her house, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Kara, you sweet, oblivious woman," Lena said, actually laughing this time. "I wouldn't be uncomfortable." She shook her head, realizing she was going to have to spell it out to her. So, she scooted along the couch so that their thighs were pressed together and placed a hand on Kara's knee. Then she looked right into those curious, blue eyes and said, "I'm coming onto you."

Kara didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she could say anything. Her mouth was dry, and her brain wasn't forming coherent thoughts. She wasn't even sure she'd heard Lena right, or if she'd simply imagined it because it was what she wanted to hear. And the intensity of Lena's eyes boring into hers wasn't helping her to recover her senses any time soon, because she just sat there staring instead of speaking. Then Lena's confidence began to waver, and she went to move her hand away from Kara's knee.

"Unless you'd rather I leave," she muttered.

"No!" Kara reached out and grabbed Lena's hand, holding on and lacing their fingers together. "Sorry, I was just surprised." She took in a breath and used her free hand to shakily reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind Lena's ear. "I'd like very much if you'd stay."

The boldness was back, and Lena's cheek burned where Kara's fingertips hand brushed against it. "Would you like to show me your room?"

The blonde gulped and simply nodded when words failed her again. Lena stood from the couch, tugging at Kara's hand, and the slightly older woman was up in an instant. Kara led her by the hand through a hallway with a bathroom off to the side, and then a bedroom.

There wasn't much furniture in the room: just a nightstand with a lamp and a book on its top, an oak armoire, and a full-sized bed in the center. It was nowhere near as big as Lena's king-sized bed, but it would fit two people. That was the end of Lena's list of requirements when it came to beds at the moment.

"Sorry my bed's not made," Kara said, glancing at tousled sheets.

Lena just shrugged. "We'd just ruin it anyway."

Kara let out a small, nervous giggle, and Lena thought it was so cute that she had the urge to pinch her cheeks. But then Kara was hesitantly pulling on her hand, closing the gap between them, and something in those blue eyes darkened. Suddenly there was a lot more that Lena wanted to do other than pinching cheeks.

The brunette stepped closer, draping an arm over Kara's shoulder and tangling her fingers in those blonde curls. A hand went to her waist, pulled her in so their bodies were pressed together. Kara leaned in agonizingly slowly, and Lena was too impatient to wait, so she met her halfway.

Kara kissed her slowly at first, and Lena nearly melted at how good her lips felt moving against her own. They were soft and smooth, and she felt tingles going up her spine. And as Lena felt a curious hand roam up the back of her shirt, she felt her arousal growing, like a knot tightening in her stomach. As gentle as Kara was, Lena was hungry for more, and she kissed back firmly. And then Kara's tongue was sliding into her mouth, and her legs began to feel like jelly, so she pushed on the blonde's shoulders until her knees hit the back of the bed and she fell to a sitting position.

Lena straddled her hips, draping herself over the other woman as their kisses became hotter and wetter. The brunette was intoxicated by the fingers digging into her skin, subtle yet pleasant pressure. Her skin burned under the touch, and she longed to have her clothes off and feel Kara flush against her.

The kiss only broke so that Lena could hastily reach down and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside before leaning into Kara again. She kissed her briefly, then stood in front of her and bit down on her bottom lip as she pulled at Kara's tank top. The blonde helped her take it off, and Lena openly ogled the red, lacy bra Kara was wearing underneath. It was so feminine and unexpected, but incredibly attractive—even if Lena thought it would look much better on the floor.

Kara stood, hovering her face inches from Lena's. When the brunette leaned in for another kiss, though, the blonde pulled back slightly, playfully. She smirked and bit her lip as she brought a hand up and gently dragged her index finger in the valley between Lena's breasts, until it got to the clasp on the front of her black bra. Questioning blue eyes flicked to hers, and Lena simply nodded her consent.

Lena took in a breath as nimble fingers undid the clasp, then Kara was pushing the garment off her shoulders, eyes wide with amazement and wonder. Lena flushed under her gaze, but then Kara's eyes were back on her face, and the blonde gave a seductive smile.

"You're so beautiful," she muttered.

"I could say the same to you," Lena shot back and looped a finger through the beltloop of Kara's jean shorts, pulling her close again.

Her other hand went to the button and undid it, then slowly slid the zipper down. Kara helped her to push them down her thighs and stepped out of them, and Lena's breathing hitched as she saw red boxer briefs with a black, elastic band.

Every part of Kara was muscular—her arms, her abs, even her calves were well-defined. It was enough to make her feel inadequate, but Kara was looking at her with such longing that she felt emboldened instead. Then the blonde's hands were unfastening her skinny jeans and sliding them down her legs, and Lena stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Kara's eyes raked over Lena, and she bit lip. When her eyes flicked back to the brunette's, they were lust-filled and dark.

Lena kissed her again, and Kara kissed her back with such intensity that she began to see stars. Kara effortlessly scooped up Lena, wrapping the brunette's legs around her waist, but the movie star didn't have time to be shocked at Kara's strength because a second later she was placed onto the bed with the blonde on top of her. Kara kissed a trail across Lena's jawline, then down along the curve of her neck. Lena groaned pleasantly as those lips went lower, and then she let out a hiss a Kara took a nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She gripped onto Kara's hair, tugging at it gently to urge her to keep going. All she could focus on was a hot mouth on her skin, and then it was gone, her nipple stiff and erect and Kara turned her attention to the other.

By the time she was done Lena could feel herself soaking through her black panties, and probably onto Kara's sheets. And as those lips continued to go lower, she could barely hold in a whimper as those strong hands she'd daydreamed about went to her underwear and began to pull it down. A blush started to form, warming her face as Kara took her in.

"So beautiful," the blonde said again, dropping the garment onto the floor near her bed.

She threw her hair back over her shoulder as she knelt before Lena on the bed, placing butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs. Lena rested her head back on the pillows and took in a sharp, anticipating breath. The moment soft, warm lips closed around her clit it was like a jolt of electricity went through her, and she had to stop herself from bucking her hips into Kara's face with impatience.

But Kara seemed to sense her urgency, because a slick tongue rolled across the nerve, and Lena let out a loud moan that she'd been holding back since the first moment Kara touched her. It grew louder when a finger slid into her, and she could feel a pleasant pressure building in her hips.

She was about to ask for a second finger, but it was as if Kara already knew that was what she needed, because the middle joined the index. And then the blonde was moving them in and out, flicking her tongue in rhythm with her strokes, noticing Lena's walls beginning to tighten around her digits. Then she curled her fingers in just the right way, and Lena's back began to arch off the bed.

When she came it was hard and fast, rolling through her body as Kara kept up her pace until finally Lena's body gave a final shudder. The brunette closed her eyes for a moment and tried to get her breathing back to normal, and when she opened them again Kara was settling beside her on the bed. She lay on her side, elbow bent, and head propped up on her hand. The other hand lay at her side, still slick and shiny. Lena took it in her own and brought it up to her mouth, closing her lips around Kara's fingers and sucking them clean.

The blonde's eyes went wide, and she let out a soft whine as Lena's tongue glided across her fingers. She slowly withdrew them from plump lips, then cupping Lena's cheek instead as she leaned forward and kissed her.

Kara could taste the arousal on Lena's tongue, and it only added to hers. Her boxer briefs were still in place, uncomfortably wet. Lena made this discovery herself when she began to stroke the woman on the outside of her underwear. Kara bit down on Lena's lip in response, pulling away slowly before letting it go.

Kara sat up and swept her hair over her shoulder, putting her back to Lena and exposing the clasp of her bra. Lena smiled a little as she undid it, watching as Kara slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. When she turned back around, her face was so soft and vulnerable that Lena didn't even think to look at her chest. Until Kara bit her lip shyly and glanced down. Then that's where Lena's eyes went, and good lord. She was breathtaking.

Literally—because Lena had to remind herself to breathe.

And as Kara reached down and took off those boxers, Lena's jaw may have dropped a little. But she recovered quickly when the blonde's lips were on hers again, arms weaving around her and pulling her close. Feeling Kara's body flush and warm against her own was everything she'd dreamed it would be, and as a tongue prodded into her mouth, a moan emitted, low and growly in the back of her throat.

She touched Kara's abs, amazed at the solidness of them under soft skin. But then she dragged her hand lower, to the heat radiating from her center. Kara drew in a breath and paused in kissing Lena for a moment as a finger raked through her folds before gliding in. Kara sighed into Lena's mouth when a second finger joined it a second later, and as those fingers began to pump in and out of her slowly, her lips started to move again, hungry and needy against Lena's.

The brunette swiped a thumb across Kara's clit, and she felt the blonde tense under her. Pressing her thumb into the nerve again caused Kara to roll her hips into Lena's touch, and as the starlet increased her speed the other woman's breathing became so erratic that she had to break the kiss and instead press her forehead against Lena's. Small whines left Kara's mouth, until Lena felt her tightening around her fingers. A few more passes of Lena's thumb over Kara's clit, and then she let out a tiny cry as Lena's fingers were flooded with wetness and Kara's body shook so hard she was practically vibrating.

Lena didn't cease her movements until the shaking stopped, and Kara let out a final sigh as the actor withdrew her hand and licked her own fingers clean. Kara watched her do it, chest heaving with deep breaths, then put her hand on the back of Lena's head and pulled her in for another scorching kiss. She could taste herself on Lena's lips, and she had to pull away quickly because her core was still throbbing, and she needed time to recover before getting worked up again.

When they pulled away, the two women stared at each other breathlessly, until each broke out into a grin followed by soft giggles. Lena covered her face with one of her hands bashfully, but Kara just reached up and took it in her own, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Lena threaded their fingers together as she smiled at Kara again, heart fluttering at the gesture.

"Would you like some water?" Kara asked, her voice a little deeper than usual.

Lena nodded. "Please."

"Be right back."

Kara dropped her hand but kissed her on the cheek quickly before leaving the bed and scurrying out the door, giving Lena a marvelous view when she got up. Lena sighed happily and settled back onto the pillows, enjoying the smell of Kara that surrounded her.

Now that she was coming down from not only her orgasm but her high, she knew she probably should have been worried about the repercussions of what she and Kara had just done.

Most women she slept with didn't run in the same circles as her, and she most certainly never fucked anyone she worked with—actor or crew. There was that whole saying about not shitting where you eat that she thought was crude, but pretty smart. Comingling with coworkers could lead to uncomfortable situations should things go south. And as she glanced up at Kara's bedroom wall with the pride flag from the photo she'd seen hanging there, something in her gut told her she'd probably made a mistake.

Kara was obviously out and proud, what Lena wished she could be—unfortunately, she wasn't there yet. Pursuing any kind of relationship with Kara wouldn't be fair to her because it would be like forcing her back in the closet. Lena didn't want to subject Kara to that. Not to mention she was famous. That would invite so much attention into Kara's life, and she wasn't sure if the other woman wanted that. At least when she slept with another famous person that wasn't a worry. But those women also liked to keep things behind closed doors because it was better and easier that way.

They'd had just been sex for her, and Lena liked it that way. Navigating a relationship could be messy, and the thought of getting close to anyone was absolutely terrifying. But something about the way Kara looked at her made her feel like there could be something more there, and honestly that should have sent her scrambling for her clothes and running out the door then and there.

Yet nothing in her wanted to move, and a moment after the thought fled her brain, Kara reappeared with two bottles of water. Lena pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and patted the spot next to her, smiling as the blonde walked over and sat beside her.

you're welcome.