NSFW warning
usual disclaimer of me not owning shit
Kara made pancakes for breakfast again the following morning, only this time she made an addition. This time she put in chocolate chips, and just when Lena thought it couldn't get any sweeter, the blonde went into the fridge and retrieved the can of whipped cream they'd used for the ice cream the night before. The brunette was about to deny the added sugar, but one look at Kara's already prepared stack made her shut her mouth and allow the inclusion. She even took a little of Kara's white mocha creamer in her coffee that morning, and it was surprisingly delicious.
Lena had never been big on sweets, but she didn't leave a single crumb on her plate or even a minuscule drop in her coffee. And even after the dishes were cleared, when Kara went back into the fridge for the can of whipped cream again, Lena didn't bat an eyelash. Instead she watched with curiosity as the blonde tipped her head back and squirted a stream of whipped cream into her mouth. It was something she'd seen done in movies and television before, but never in person. She'd also never tried it herself—mostly because Lillian never allowed that kind of food in the house, and as an adult she skirted away from unnecessary sugars. But the way Kara sighed happily as she swallowed her mouthful of goodness made her want to try it.
"May I?" Lena asked, holding out her hand for the can.
"Sure," said Kara brightly, instantly handing over the whipped cream.
Lena did just as the blonde had done, dipped her head back and opened her mouth wide. She pressed the nozzle, maybe a little too hard, because by the time she stopped, she'd gone overboard. When she closed her mouth bits of whipped cream squished out the sides of her lips. Once she swallowed, she hastily tried to wipe at her face, feeling it burn bright with embarrassment at her bumbled attempt.
"You've still got a little…" Kara said, motioning to the corners of her own mouth. Lena attempted to clean her face again, but Kara shook her head. "Here," she said, stepping closer to the actress.
She lifted her hands, and Lena expected her to use the pads of her thumbs to wipe away the whipped cream. But Kara cupped Lena's cheeks and slowly drew her face closer. Lena's stomach did a somersault when Kara kissed the right side of Lena's mouth, then moved to the left and did the same. Then Kara licked her own lips before placing them fully on Lena's, kissing her tenderly for a moment before pulling away and regarding the younger woman.
"There," Kara said, removing her hands from Lena's face. "Got it."
Lena stared at her for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eye. Then, before Kara even had time to react, Lena brought up the whipped cream can and squirted a glob on Kara's mouth. "Oops," she said, her voice low and sultry, yet her face conveying innocence. "Let me get that for you."
She leaned forward and placed her mouth over Kara's, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream on her tongue before darting it past the blonde's lips. The blonde shuddered as Lena's tongue rolled over hers, her pulse quickening at the action. Then she broke the kiss in order to snatch the can from Lena's hand. Green eyes flashed open, questioning.
"Come with me," was all the blonde said in explanation.
Lena was obviously curious, but she didn't ask the blonde's intentions as she followed her down the hallway. But when Kara led them into her bedroom and turned to look at Lena with darkened eyes, the starlet understood. She smirked and quirked an eyebrow at the other woman.
"Dessert?" Lena asked. "So soon after breakfast?"
Kara laughed at that. "We could call it brunch."
"Call it whatever you want, just take your shirt off," Lena said with a playful grin.
The blonde bit her lip, her cheeks tinging a soft shade of pink. She threw the can of whipped cream on the bed and grabbed them hem of her shirt, pulling the garment off in one quick motion. Lena ogled her for a moment, let her eyes linger on the toned muscles of Kara's stomach before they traveled to her bare chest. Just looking at her flooded Lena with heat, and she couldn't wait to trace patterns with her tongue across Kara's skin.
Lena put a finger on Kara's chest and pushed gently. The blonde took the hint and started backing up until she was at the base of the bed. Then Lena flattened her hand and gave Kara a gentle shove. Kara fell onto her back, gazing up at Lena with wide eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched with interest as Lena grabbed the discarded can from its place near the pillows and came back around to the front of the bed to stand in front of her one more.
The brunette regarded the woman beneath her for a moment, her green eyes scanning every exposed piece of skin, trying to decide where to start. Finally, she poised the can over Kara's stomach, leaving a dollop of whipped cream right above her navel. She put another in the middle of her abdomen, and then another in the center of her chest, in the valley between her breasts before tossing the can on the bed behind Kara.
Then she bent over Kara, sweeping her dark hair over her shoulder as she used her tongue to scoop up the first dollop of whipped cream from Kara's stomach. The blonde hissed at the action, squirming as Lena fully pressed her lips against her skin. She felt a tongue dance across her skin for a brief moment before it was gone again, Lena moving onto the next spot.
She got to the place between Kara's breasts, kissing the whipped cream off before moving her lips to Kara's right breast and closing them around the nipple. A soft moan came from the other woman's mouth, and she lifted a hand and tangled it in Lena's hair. The brunette sucked gently, enjoying the soft whimpers from her partner. She didn't move to the left until Kara's right nipple was stiff and erect.
"Fuck," Kara muttered when Lena nipped at her left nipple with her teeth.
But then her tongue circled the nub, and Kara sighed pleasantly as shudders ran down her spine. Then she tugged gently on Lena's hair and pulled her up for a kiss, tasting the lingering sugar on her lips. Lena draped herself over the other woman, enjoyed the way Kara's hand that wasn't in her hair settled on the small of her back.
Kara shifted her hips, rolled them over so she was on top. Her lips detached from Lena's to trail along her jaw, then to her neck. Lena's mouth opened in a small gasp as those lips landed on her pulse point and started sucking gently. She wanted to protest for a moment about her leaving a mark for filming, but she lost all resolve when a hot tongue rolled across her skin and sent a pulse of heat through her body, settling between her legs.
Then the lips were gone, and Kara was grabbing the can of whipped cream off the nightstand and looking down at her with a smirk. She gave the can a shake before poising it over Lena's chest, squirting a dollop on each of her nipples. The blonde dipped her head and kissed the whipped cream off the left, quickly moving to the right. After she knelt beside Lena on the bed to give herself more access to her body.
She furrowed her brow as she thought about what to do next, smiling as an idea came to her. Lena watched curiously as Kara drew out a heart with whipped cream across her stomach, biting her lip as her own real heart fluttered at the action. But a moment later Kara was tossing the can to the side and bending over Lena to lick the design away. The brunette was almost sorry to see it go, but the second that hot mouth came in contact with her skin, she no longer cared.
By the time Kara was done, Lena was squirming, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Then the blonde's lips were on hers again, soft yet firm. She wondered if she would ever get used to it—the way her stomach involuntarily flipped in the best way possible every time Kara kissed her—but she really hoped she didn't.
When Kara pulled away, she captured Lena's bottom lip with her teeth and dragged it out slowly before letting it go. Lena's eyes flashed open, her pupils incredibly dilated as her breaths came in quick gasps.
"How are you feeling about trying something a little different?" Kara asked, her confidence seeming to waiver slightly as uncertainty crossed her features.
But Lena smirked and gave a small nod. "Sure." She quickly placed a reaffirming peck on Kara's lips. "What did you have in mind, exactly?"
Kara took in a deep breath before climbing off Lena and rolling over to reach off the side of the bed. She opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand and pulled it open. Lena curiously peaked over her shoulder, her eyes bulging when it looked like Kara had a full collection of sex toys. She moved aside a couple in order to pull out a hardness with a dildo attached. But it wasn't like the one Lena had a home in her own bedside table.
Lena's was simple, just a strap and a latex dildo. It didn't even vibrate. But Kara's had wires coming from it, so it obviously did vibrate. And instead of just one toy sticking out the front, there was also a second, smaller one on the inside, obviously meant for the wearer's enjoyment. Lena was glad she was already lying down because her knees went weak just looking at it.
"Fuck," Lena muttered, eyes going wide. "Yes."
A smile spread across Kara's face, and she breathed out, "Okay."
Lena expected her to start putting it on immediately, but the blonde went into the drawer once more and pulled out something else. This was small, black, oval-shaped object that fit in the palm of Kara's hand. There was a button on the top, and when Kara turned it over, Lena saw that there was a small protrusion. She looked up at Kara, raising her eyebrows questioningly.
"It's supposed to go in underwear," Kara explained. "But I bought it with the intention of fitting it inside the harness so I could feel the effect of my thrust." She cast her eyes downward, self-consciously almost. "I've tried it on, and it fits, but I've never had the opportunity to try it until now. I'm not sure if it'll work."
Lena sat up slowly and took Kara's open hand, making her close her fingers around the insert. "Only one way to find out."
With that the confidence seemed to return, because Kara smiled brightly and lifted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I suppose so," she murmured.
She looked like she was about to say something else, but she quickly shook her head and knelt instead to start getting into the harness. Lena helped her, fastening the buckle so that the straps fit snugly on Kara's hips. The blonde reached between her legs and slowly slid the shaft of the shorter dildo into herself, sighing as it moved inside of her. Lena picked up the remote attached to the end and pressed the button, turning on the toy.
It buzzed to life so suddenly that Kara gasped in surprise and reached out to clasp a hand around Lena's wrist. The brunette froze until blue eyes locked onto hers.
"If you press the button again, you can change the speed," Kara told her, her voice an octave higher.
"Do you want me to?" Lena asked, her thumb hovering above the button.
Kara hesitated for a moment, licking her lips before saying, "Just press it once quickly to go to the next speed up," she said, wincing immediately when Lena did just that. "Okay, good."
"Good." Lena held out the remote "What do I do with this?"
Kara took it from her, twisting around to show a loop in the strap, the perfect size for the remote. Whoever designed this toy had thought of nearly everything, and Lena almost wished she knew who it was so she could send them a thank you card once they were done. Even as Kara turned on the insert and slipped it into the front of the harness, Lena continued to be amazed. The toy fit perfectly, held in place at the bottom by the base inside Kara, and the front of the dildo holding the rest against Kara's clit. With the way Kara squirmed, the protrusion on the bottom of the toy suddenly made more sense to Lena.
"You alright?" Lena asked.
"Great." Kara nodded, shifting carefully on the bed so she was kneeling in front of Lena. "Are you?" she asked, placing a hand on one of Lena's knees.
Lena smirked briefly then bit her lip. "I'd be a lot better with you inside me."
Kara audibly gulped. She stared at Lena for a few moments, trying to come up with something clever to say back. But she wasn't exactly thinking clearly, and she didn't trust her voice to speak anyway. So instead she just nodded and pushed Lena's legs open gently.
She guided the head of the dildo forward, rubbing it against Lena's folds before prodding in gently. The brunette gave a small sigh, locked eyes with Kara, and gave a nod of consent. With that Kara pushed her hips forward until she was at the base. Then she lay atop Lena again, hovering her face above hers. One hand came up to rest beside Lena's head, supporting Kara's weight. The other went under Lena's thigh, pulling her closer and allowing Lena to wrap her legs around Kara.
Then the blonde began rocking her hips back and forth, slowly at first, but quickly picking up rhythm and pace. It felt good at first, sure, but once Kara found just the right speed, Lena's eyes began to roll back in her head. So, she shut them and put her hands on the sides of Kara's face and pulled her down to kiss her. Kara's tongue instantly darted into her mouth, tangling with her own.
Kara felt one of Lena's hands trail from her face the back of her neck, grabbing her hair at the nape and tugging it gently. She sighed into the actress's mouth and thrust her hips forward harder in response, earning a garbled moan from Lena that came from low in the back of her throat.
Every time she brought her hips forward, her clit rubbed pleasantly against the insert, still vibrating frantically inside the harness. While she'd been worried about how it would work before, she was currently sorry she'd ever doubted it. The friction and vibration combined with the dildo that was also moving inside her were building a peak, threatening to hurl her over the edge at any second.
And the way Lena squirmed with every touch only made matters worse. Eventually the brunette broke their kiss to bury her face in Kara's shoulder, muttering a string of garbled speech against her skin. Kara started thrusting with renewed vigor, and then, she felt it—she'd found just the right speed. The familiar pull started deep in her gut, and she knew she was close.
"Fuck, yes Kara, yes," Lena said into her shoulder. "Right there, just like that."
Kara's hips didn't relent, but she screwed her eyes shut and tried to hold on just a little longer. Lena's hands had moved to her back, and Kara could feel her nails digging softly into her skin. But she was gradually applying more pressure, and then she bit down on the blonde's shoulder gently to stile a particularly loud moan.
Lena closed her eyes, her body tensing for a moment as her orgasm built until suddenly every muscle started to relax, and she felt herself tip into ecstasy. Even biting onto Kara's shoulder couldn't stop the scream that came out, punctuated with grunts in time with Kara's thrusts. Kara's groaned as nails scratched down her back, and she couldn't hold back any longer. She gave in to the pulses of pleasure and allowed them to fully take her, rolling through her body. She shuddered, but didn't break the pace with her hips, not until she and Lena were both practically quivering.
She stopped moving completely, allowing both herself and Lena to finish riding out the waves, until they subsided enough that she reached in between their bodies and removed the insert, taking it out and turning it off and setting it aside. Lena ran her hand down Kara's back until it found the elastic of the strap. She blindly searched until she found the remote for the dildo and gave the button a long press until the vibrating stopped.
Green eyes opened slowly, and when she lifted her head, Kara was looking down at her sweetly. She reached up and swiped away a tear at the corner of Lena's eye, her face instantly showing concern.
"Are you crying?" she asked.
"No," Lena said quickly, honestly. Her cheeks went a shade of pink. "It's just, from the exertion—my eyes just teared up a little bit." She ducked her head, slightly embarrassed she'd come so hard she'd produced actual tears. But she cleared her throat and tried to play it off, lifting her head with a smirk for show. "You're quite talented. Are you sure you've never used that before?"
Kara laughed a little, finally sitting up and sliding the toy out of Lena. She began to fiddle with the strap to undo it as she said, "Well, I've used the harness before. It was just the insert that was a new addition to the mix," she said, tossing the toy by their feet at the end of the bed.
Lena wasn't prepared for the surge of jealousy that went through her, but she tried to swallow it as she sat up and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Oh," she said, attempting to keep her voice from sounding hollow.
Kara, sensing a shift in Lena's mood, instantly sat in front of her. "But that was only with one person, and it was a really long time ago," she told her, not sure why she felt the need to say it. But it was the truth, nonetheless. "And I've washed it multiple times since then."
"That's not what I'm concerned about," Lena said, then quickly added, "Though, that is nice, and hygienically speaking, safe, so thank you."
"Then what is it?" Kara prodded, those blue eyes never leaving Lena.
Lena thought about telling her for a moment, about the pang of jealously. But it didn't make any sense. Kara had owned the strap before Lena, so it was valid that she would have used it with someone else beforehand. She'd used her own with other women. So why did the flash of an image she got of Kara with another faceless woman make her feel like she'd been punched in the gut?
"Lena?" Kara questioned when Lena didn't answer.
The brunette let out a shaky breath before admitting, "I just got jealous of the idea of you being with someone else. It's fucking stupid, I know, especially since it was in the past, but it's just how I feel."
"It's not stupid," Kara said, reaching out and taking one of Lena's hands. "Feelings are valid, and you shouldn't feel stupid for them."
That made Lena feel a little better, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile. "Still. Even if it was something that was going on currently with someone else, I don't exactly have a right to be jealous, do I? I mean, we just agreed we were something, but didn't set terms to what that something was."
Kara chewed her lip for a moment. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm not dating or sleeping with anyone else." She quirked an eyebrow, though she looked worried. "Are you?"
Lena shook her head quickly. "Of course not."
"Okay," the blonde said, giving the other woman's hand a squeeze. "I also don't really want to be with anyone else. I just… I just want you." She paused to take a breath, steadying herself. "But I also don't want to fuck this up by moving too fast with you. I really like where this is going."
"Me too," Lena admitted, finally lowering her knees and instead crossing her legs in front of her. "So, what does that mean?" she asked slowly. "What does that make… Us?"
"I'm not sure," Kara said, her brows knitting together as she thought about it. "I guess we're still… Something. Just something—exclusive?" She winced, as if she expected Lena to spit in her face at the suggestion. "Is that okay?"
And Lena, who had never once been involved in anything exclusive with anyone, somehow didn't blink, didn't balk, and didn't flee. Instead, she nodded slowly, and said boldly, "Okay."
"Okay," Kara repeated again, breathing out a sigh of relief. She brought their intertwined hands to her lips and kissed Lena's knuckles.
Lena smiled, her heart doing that erratic thudding it always did when Kara showed her even the slightest bit of affection. She tugged on Kara's hand, urging her forward. The blonde leaned towards her, and Lena closed the gap by putting her hand on the back of Kara's neck and pulling her in the rest of the way. When they kissed, the usual butterflies sprang to life in her stomach, turning into bats when Kara sucked her bottom lip between hers.
When they pulled away, both were gasping, and Lena as leaned her head against Kara's, her eyelids fluttered open. Blue orbs were staring back at her, crystal clear and breathtaking.
"So, Miss Danvers," Lena muttered against Kara's lips. "What else is there is that Drawer of Fun of yours?"
They only left the bed for food and bathroom breaks that Saturday. At one point they'd taken a nap for a few hours, but Lena woke up Kara with kisses, and they were right back at it the moment the fog lifted from the blonde's brain.
The plan was to sleep in on Sunday to give their bodies some much needed rest. And god did Kara need it. She exerted enough energy during the week at work. The weekend was supposed to be her chance to take it easy and give her body a break. But that didn't happen on Saturday considering she and Lena had fucked like jack rabbits, only stopping in the wee hours of the morning when they physically could not go any longer.
So, when her phone started ringing shortly after seven on Sunday morning, it took everything in her not to throw the device across the room. But even in her groggy state, she was able to see Clark's name flashing across the screen.
She cursed under her breath as she hastily grabbed the phone and took it to the next room to not disturb Lena. Her eyes hurt from the rays of early morning sun peaking in through the blinds, and she quickly went over to the window to pull down the shade—ducking as she went because she'd never had the need to put on clothes, and if someone happened to be in her driveway for some fucking reason they didn't need to get flashed. Then she straightened up, took a deep breath, and answered the call right before it went to voicemail.
"Hello?" she asked, her voice thick and heavy with sleep.
"Hey," came Clark's voice, loud and cheery as usual. "You sound like you were sleeping. Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, that's what normal people without children are usually doing at the ass crack of dawn, Clark," she responded with a yawn, not even bothering to keep the agitation out of her voice. "You couldn't have waited another hour or so?"
"Sorry, I just got off the phone with J'onn, and I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things," Clark said. "Now that you're up, do you got a sec?"
Kara wanted to say no. That whatever he wanted could wait a few hours until she got more sleep, had a chance to drink her coffee, and become fully coherent. But now that he'd woken her, the chance of her going back to sleep without knowing what he wanted was slim. "Shoot," she said.
"So, J'onn told me about the thing with the producers and the budget," Clark said, and thankfully he didn't sound mad. "It's awesome that they increased it and gave you more leeway. But in the future if you do another show without me, try to keep on budget, okay? That's a big part of your responsibility."
"Clark, I told you," she insisted, "it was impossible!"
"I know, I know," he said quickly. "Just in the future, on other shows with better budgets. We need to try to stay as on track as possible. Copy?"
The blonde sighed. "Copy."
"The reason I say this, is because I have some news," Clark said, and even on the phone, she could tell he was smiling. "It's pretty big."
Kara wanted to be more excited, but she was only mildly intrigued. She wasn't awake enough to get excited over anything except a huge iced coffee being placed in her hand. "Okay, what is it?" she asked as she sat in her desk chair.
"J'onn did the pilot for this show called On the Air about this guy who does a talk show on the radio a few months back. It got picked up, but producers weren't happy with who did crafty on it. So they're looking for someone else to do it."
"Does that mean they're looking at us?" Kara asked, suddenly incredibly interested.
She'd heard about that show. They'd been up for the pilot, but it went to someone else. She and Clark had both really wanted it because it was a TV show, not a movie. So instead of only a few weeks of work, they had months of it ahead of them. And if they came back for more seasons, Kara would have a steady paycheck to look forward to as well. No more worrying about when the next show would be or even if there would be a next show. Job security was something she hadn't realized she missed until it was staring her right in the face.
"J'onn said to consider this a working interview," Clark said. "So, if you just keep doing well, yeah, I think we'll get it."
"Shit yeah," Kara said, a smile breaking out across her face.
The rest of the conversation consisted of pass-around ideas that Kara could do now that they had a better budget. Kara jotted down his suggestions, and once they hung up, she got on her computer and looked up a few other recipes before printing them out. She looked over them proudly, excitement coursing through her.
But even with all the excitement, there was still that tinge of worry. Would she be able to execute these recipes? And would J'onn think they were good enough? Suddenly it was much more than just this show she had to worry about. Now there was this whole other potential show that hung in the balance, one that was basically hers to either win or lose.
Hers and Clark's, that was. It wasn't just her career that was at stake. It was his, too, and once again, he was counting on her to not fuck it up for them.
Overwhelmed by her new bout of anxiety, she went back to bed and cuddled up to Lena's side. The brunette, while still asleep, threw an arm across Kara's torso and pulled herself into the warmth radiating from the other woman. And somehow that calmed Kara, helped ground her and allowed her to slow her thoughts long enough to close her eyes and fall back asleep again, even if only for a few hours.
Something to help entertain you few folk during quarantine.
Until next time.