Kara basks in the sensations of a world gone quiet.
With the red sun lamp on she suddenly feels lighter despite gravity suddenly pulling her to earth. Kara relaxes into the feeling of being powerless, of being as she was on Krypton as a child once again. At last Kara is herself again.
She revels in the silence. No booming heartbeats, no rush of blood, no creaking of the ice drifts and wind outside. No constant whispering of voices and pleading for help reaching her ears that Kara has to sort out and constantly suppress. The scent of Lena and the crispness of the ice and salty composition of the crystals that make up the fortress no longer assaults Kara's nose. The constant stress and tension of controlling her strength, the strain of being conscious of her ever movement and her hyper-alertness to danger drains from her body. Kara's shoulders shift, the weight of the world, like Atlas holding up the skies, is lifted and everything seems easier. Breaths come steadily; movements feel more fluid and tension leaks out of every pore of Kara's being. She feels boneless, free, almost as though she is weightless which for a woman who can usually actually fly is ironic.
Kara opens her eyes and is greeted by the world in hues of red. For a moment Kara thinks she is home…on Krypton, basking in the light of Rao.
Before the sorrow of realisation can settle in Kara's gut her eyes fasten onto Lena's green orbs and she realizes: she is home. Here with Lena, she is home, and she is finally, truly herself.
Kara sucks in a breath, feeling her body's need for the air, a slightly more urgent twinge in her chest and marvels at the beauty of Lena's classically sculpted face in the red light of Rao. Kara thought Lena was beautiful, but here and now, in the light that Kara grew up with, the light of her god, she is fucking gorgeous.
The arts guilds of Krypton could have painted and studied for years, but never captured Lena's beauty.
Kara reaches forward and her hand ghosts across Lena's cheek. Lena seems to hold herself as still as a statue, giving Kara the freedom to lead their interaction, to indulge and explore.
Kara marvels at the smoothness of Lena's cheek while also being slightly shocked at her cooler human body temperature. Kara captivated by the sensation, there is something more authentic, something more subtly silken about Lena's skin that Kara, with her invulnerableness, has missed. It is like touching Lena for the first time again. A spark races down Kara's arm and she shivers with the building anticipation of touching her wife in all the places and ways she has dreamed of.
The difference in body temperature is most shocking to Kara. The pad of her thumb sweeps back and forth across Lena's cheek and the 5⁰C of temperature difference between human and Kryptonian normal becomes a tantalizing tease to her senses. Kara can tell differences in temperature when she has her powers but it is an abstract awareness, like saying the colours blue and red are different. The difference in temperatures never actually affecting Kara, yet now the delicious coolness of Lena's skin makes Kara's hand tingle and she cannot help but wonder if Lena feels this cool all over, what will her skin taste like and feel like beneath Kara's tongue?
"You're beautiful," Kara whispers in awe.
Lena blushes delicately at her wife's adoration. The blush darkening the red hue of her skin and making her appear even more lovely.
Lena's pupils are blown wide, Kara absently wonders if it is in part a physiological reaction to the red light or if it is all her wife's arousal.
In a move of uncharacteristic boldness Kara leans forward and captures her wife's lips.
Lena responds automatically but her mind is cataloguing the differences of this kiss.
Kara tastes the same, sweet and something uniquely her, but her lips feel even more pillowy soft than usual and Kara is kissing her with more pressure and force than ever before. Lena quickly loses the train of her thoughts, rising to meet this new found passion in her wife.
Kara, unafraid of losing control and truly lost in sensation for the first time ever can safely pour all of her attention into her wife, this moment and the pleasure that they share.
Lena opens her mouth giving Kara's tongue entrance and Lena is pleasantly surprised to find that the dance of their tongues feels more natural, more equal. There is a hesitancy missing from Kara's actions that Lena had never noticed before.
When they kissed before, Kara has always had to be mindful to allow her tongue to yield and respond to Lena, to be gentle, but now they plunder each other's mouths, their tongues tasting, duelling and caressing each other.
Lena pulls back with pecking kisses before nipping Kara's lip as usual but instead of gaining the customary nasally gasp of pleasure it pulls a small yip of pain from Kara who pulls back sharply, looking shocked, her hand rising to her lip.
Lena sits back quickly, an apology jumping to her lips as she realizes her mistake. The pressure she normally exhibits with Kara in these playful bites is now too much that her wife is powerless.
"I'm sorry I forg-" Lena begins sadly but is cut off by another kiss from her wife..
Between sipping kisses Kara gasps out, "Its-" kiss, "fine-" kiss "you-" kiss "just-" kiss "have-" kiss "to-" kiss "be-" kiss "gentle-" kiss "with-" kiss "me-" kiss "now-" kiss "for-" kiss "a-" kiss "change."
Lena smiles into the sipping kisses of her wife before dragging her forward so her hands are in her wife's hair and she is able to apply subtle pressure, keeping her at her mercy.
Lena revels in the fact she is actually able to drag her wife closer and the breathy mewls Kara lets past her lips as Lena flexes her hands in her wife's hair. The action of pulling subtly on her golden locks to anchor them more firmly together has Kara gasping into their kiss.
Kara's hands wander lower across her wife's gauzy black gown that barely conceals the milky curves beneath. Kara groans before pulling back, and with a half growl of frustration, she lifts her wife bodily from the couch in a bridal style lift. For a moment it seems Kara will waver in lifting her wife but catches her footing and with slower than usual steps begins walking around the side of the circular bed.
Lena lets out a squeak at her wife's show of strength and uncharacteristic almost fall.
"Kara!" she gasps, her eyes wide as she glances between her wife and the looming floor. Unconsciously, Lena's arms wined around her wife's neck and she curls into the embrace, revelling in the muscles she can actually feel straining for a change beneath her.
Kara looks down at her wife with a cocky smile, "I'm still Kryptonian. Denser muscles and bones. Enough to carry my wife to bed," Kara declares with a smouldering look that seems to have washed away her hesitance before she swoops in for another kiss.
Before Lena can protest or indulge in the kiss further, she finds herself squeaking again as she is launched into the air when Kara heaves her forward before jumping after her.
Lena gasps before landing on the round bed which gives under her weight before seeming to rebound and mould around her.
"Kara!" Lena gasps.
Her wife giggles. The sound innocent and playful, weightless and free in a way that Lena has never heard before.
Any thoughts of chastising her wife for the shock leave Lena's minds as the sound invades her head and her heart.
Kara lands and looms over Lena. The powder blue robe gaping open to reveal tanned skin that seems darker in the red light of the room.
Lena's hands twitch to run across her wife's body but her mind cannot escape the odd feeling of the bed. As Lena shifts so too does the mattress.
Lena glances down at where her elbows rest, the bed seems to have moulded to accommodate her and with every fractional adjustment of her body the bed almost pre-emptively matches her movement.
Lena's eyes are narrowed as she focuses on the movement.
Kara snorts in amused exasperation as she sees her wife's attention is caught by the alien bed.
Kara moves her hands to either side of Lena's head and grasps the bed which seems to mould to her movement before rebounding.
Lena watches in astonishment.
Kara sighs. "It's a microbead bed with an adaptive and responsive matrix. The beads are less than a micron in diameter and respond to the electrical impulses of the body. There is a rudimentary central AI which controls the beads and causes their adaptive hive behaviour. We haven't used the bed much so it is still learning to adapt to our preferences for restful sleep and…other activities. You can examine it later. I promise," Kara indulgently tells her wife.
Lena's eyes have become fastened on Kara's lips as she speaks, looming above her.
She squirms slightly and cocks an eyebrow before skimming her hand up the centre of Kara's body between her breasts.
"Gods but its sexy when you talk science to me. I'll hold you to that promise love, but right now I am much more interested in hearing more about these other activities the bed may need to adapt to." Lena declares saucily.
Kara groans grabbing Lena's wandering hand to gently kiss her fingertips before tumbling forward to entwine their limbs together.
Lena and Kara kiss heatedly before in a move of unexpected speed and strength Lena rolls Kara beneath her.
Lena offers a truly smug smile at being able to shock her wife and finally roll her on her own power. Lena notes that Kara definitely weighs more and feels sturdier under the red light but years of gym work and Pilates mean Lena only needed to strain a little to tumble her lover.
Kara is panting heavily already. The usually silent Kryptonian gasping for air in her excitement, the rise and fall of her chest the sexiest thing Lena has ever seen before.
Lena gazes down at her wife and with deliberately slow actions she begins to remove her black night-gown.
Slowly, shimmying it down each shoulder.
Pausing to frame and plump her breasts while flicking her hair forward coquettishly. At last, Lena undoes the belt and draws back the gossamer material to let it pool behind her on the bed between Kara's legs.
Kara is mesmerised. Lena is a goddess. Her usually pale white skin glows palest pink like fine Levantina marble under the red light. Her heavy breast, curvy thighs and tight stomach all seem even more beautiful to Kara now that they are cast in the red glow of Rao. Lena's dusky nipples stand erect, hard and are cast dark in the red light.
The neat dark curls between her legs dew with her arousal.
Kara seems to have lost the power of her arms; she attempts to lift the suddenly leaden limbs but feels uncoordinated.
Lena sweeps forward for a kiss. The cool skin of her breasts meeting Kara's and driving a hissing breath of shock from her lover before it is swallowed in a searing kiss.
Lena draws back, "Allow me?" she whispers.
Kara isn't sure what she means but nods weakly, trusting her wife.
Lena undoes the dusky blue belt of Kara's robe, slipping it across her arms and allowing it to pool behind her.
Lena is struck still for a moment. Kara lies beneath her, arms to her sides, blonde hair pooled on the bed and the discarded robe has fallen in such a way that it seems Kara has two dark gossamer wings rising from her back.
She is an angel in red. An angel of Rao if such a thing exists. Lena makes a note to ask Kara about it later and sends a silent prayer to the god she does not believe in but still thanks for her wife none the less.
Lena trails her fingers up Kara's thighs, skipping the neat hairless slit that is mere inches away to rise up her sides and begin skimming the pert breasts of her wife and circling her nipples before grasping them almost harshly in her hands. Kara throws back her head and gasps at the rough sensation and Lena can only watch her own hands and her wife's reactions as though a visitor in her own body.
Lena's fingers dance nonsensical patterns across Kara's skin, pressing what will be fingertip bruises later in between gentlest touches. Lena can hold off no longer and she sweeps down to suckle Kara's right breast. The nub of her breast goes harder still inside the warmth of Lena's mouth which is so at odds with the rest of Lena's lower human body temperature.
Kara vaguely becomes aware of the heat of Lena's core as she begins to gently rock across Kara's thighs.
Kara's hands curl around Lena, roaming and caressing back and forth across her lover's silken spine.
The sensations are verging on too much for Kara, she gasps, all blood in Kara's body seems to rush to where Lena is laving attention Kara's breast. The tingles and heat from her breasts seem to race across her back and up to the base of her skull, driving up and up as though swirling to some unseen crescendo.
Lena pulls back slightly, trailing kisses up Kara's breast, nibbling gently on her collar bone and then ravishing her neck.
"yes, please yes" Kara gasps as Lena begins to suckle on Kara's neck.
Lena noses some of Kara's hair away form her ear to hotly whisper, "Are you sure Kara?"
Kara is beyond sense but somehow manages to gasp out "Please, anything…trust you."
Lena smiles into Kara's neck before sucking a small clump of her lovers' skin between her teeth, marvelling at the ease of the action, how her invulnerable lover's skin gives to her attention, before becoming lost as she sucks harder drawing blood to the surface and worrying it with her teeth and tongue.
Lena holds the action for a few moments as Kara squirms and gasps before releasing the skin with a slightly harsher bite.
Kara moans at the loss of contact on her neck but refocuses on the other sensations that flood her senses, drowning in the ability to feel and focus and know nothing else but her own pleasure and her wife's body.
Kara's body responds to the stimulation and sensation. The wetness of her wife, her gentle rocking which is becoming more persistent, the sensual touch and now Lena's teeth which have just left her neck, have left but have marked her.
Kara's ovipositor pushes itself out of her neat slit. The thick tube of flesh is warm against Lena's core and it twitches as she grinds forward, the almost imperceptible ripple of the tentacles within undulating the flesh.
After a moment Lena pulls back fully, soothing Kara's neck with her tongue and finally getting to see and admire her first ever hickey on her wife. It is a small dark badge rimmed with subtle indentations of Lena's teeth. Lena can't help the surge of possessiveness that overtakes her nor the way she dives forward to almost violently kiss her wife, plundering her mouth as her hands roam her back and score minute scratches with her short nails.
Kara gasps at the assault of sensations. Lena's grinding increases and instead of holding still or having to gently respond with measured control Kara throws herself forward in erratic thrusts seeking friction and contact as she kisses her wife for dear life.
Kara's patience is running low, she can't wait any longer, she needs more, she needs to be connected to Lena. For the first time ever she can give into her desire without restraint, no longer needing to control her every movement and watch her strength.
Pushing up she grabs Lena's shoulder and with a grunted effort rolls Lena beneath her.
The tip of Kara's ovipositor teases the dark coarse curls of Lena's opening and they both groan.
Lena wiggles forward insinuating the very tip into her body.
Kara squeezes her eyes shut and gasps for breath as she is assaulted by sensation and her body cries out that she should thrust forward. Kara wants to savour this moment, to savour all the new sensations, savour not having to hold back her strength.
Lena's hands ghost up Kara's sides to cup her face, "Mo grá," Lena whispers in irish, calling her love back to her. "Kara, I'm here, amarch! Éist!"
Kara opens her eyes, dark pools of lust meeting Lena's jade orbs cast darker in the red light.
Kara centres herself and focuses on her wife's eyes, on her words of reassurance. Kara's hands ghost over Lena's hands and down her arms to grip her biceps.
"We do this together Kara. We don't do this to each other but with each other. Breathe. I'm here mo grá."
Kara breaths slow and she nods imperceptibly.
With inching movements and a grip that will later leave bruises on Lena's arms Kara inches forth. Lena's cooler body temperature is a mind-blowing contrast to the scalding heat of her core which now begins to surround Kara's ovipositor.
Lena is hot and wet and tight…so Rao be damned tight! Kara clenches her jaw so tight that she thinks her teeth will shatter. It has never felt like this. Kara never realized how much her invulnerability dulled her sense of tactile touch. Lena always felt wonderful but now it feels transcendent. Lena is soft but tight, as Kara pushes forward Lena's core ripples slightly and as Kara begins to draw back and forth Lena clenches her muscles and bears down with each thrust. The friction drives heat up Kara's spine like a cascading fire. Pins and needles erupt across her shoulders and up her neck into her hair line.
Kara knows she is gasping but she can't stop and she can't slow down. She thrusts fast, bearing down into Lena. She needs more heat, more pressure, more of this incredible friction.
It's almost too much.
It verges on pain.
Kara wants to stop, to let the sensations die down so she can recover, so she can elevate some of the mad rush yet Lena is squirming beneath her now, crying out and begging.
"Yes, yes Kara, uhm…so good. Harder, yes uh, faster" Lena mumbles, demands and begs in a nonsensical symphony as her hands skitter across Kara's shoulders and back.
Kara pushes forward, the pleasure/pain she has never felt before rising and rising.
Kara begs Rao that it will lead somewhere because she feel like she might die if it doesn't.
Kara feels her body burn, verging on overheating, which should be impossible with her Kryptonian homeostatic system. Black spots appear in her vision and before Kara can truly worry there is a last rush of warmth and almost burning that surges up her spine.
Kara loses all rhythm as she drives unrelentingly into Lena, frantically pushing her into the bed, groaning and slapping their joined hips together in a punishing crescendo. Lighting seems to race through Kara's veins as she comes, her ovipositor unfurls into the lace leaf configuration inside Lena. Kara's ovipositor pushing against Lena's insides, against her cervix and walls but for the first time ever Lena's rippling walls push back. The pressure doubling and driving sensations of heat and friction deeper into Kara's sensitive organ.
Kara can vaguely feel her tentacles squirming free, touching and grasping every par of Lena's heat before she finally comes in a breath stealing crash.
Almost at the same time as Lena feels those tentacles push her over the edge and Kara comes, her thick almost uncomfortable hot cum pooling within her, Lena cums too. Sweat glistened and her voice broken with her pleas for more cracks harshly as she cries out.
Lena's limbs spasm and her back bows as Kara collapses on-top of her, her full weight pressing Lena into the mattress before it adapts and pushes back.
They lay there, spent for the moment, gasping and burning up like furnaces. Lena is sweat glistened while Kara, although sweat free thanks to her Kryptonian anatomy, gasps like a race horse, not for the air but in shock at the sensations.
Lena lies beneath Kara's weight, locked in place by her unfurled ovipositor. Lena is floating in a haze of sensation but unconsciously her hands are already petting nonsensical patterns into Kara's burning hot skin.
Kara gasps for air, the burning, rushing aftershocks causing her limbs to tremble as though she is being assaulted by Livewire.
An almost hysterical laugh escapes Kara but words yet escape her. Kara's ovipositor remains unfurled while her spent tentacles have drawn back within her slit. Her refractory period is obviously longer without her powers it seems.
Kara sends a small prayer of thanks to Rao because she needs the time to recover, to allow her mind to catch up to the profundity of her body's sensations.
Perhaps a half an hour passes in absolute silence as the pair revel in the sensations and allow their bodies to relax. Kara has begun skimming her hand across Lena's arm, when she feels her ovipositor finally curl and retract back into her body.
Both women moan at the loss of contact.
Kara rolls free to the side and gazes up in awe at her wife.
Lena's eyes are half lidded as though she is still lost in delirium.
"Hi," Kara whispers with a goofy smile.
Lena returns her smile with a lethargic smirk before replying, "Hi."
They are lost in each other's gaze until Kara tries to put her feelings into words.
"Lena, that was…It was…" Kara begins but faulters, her features becoming those of internal searching. The crinkle appearing between her brows.
Lena comes to awareness enough to become worried at Kara's lack of eloquence.
Was it not as amazing for Kara as it was for Lena?
Were the sensations too much and Lena pushed her too hard for her own pleasure?
Lena's eyes sweep across Kara's form, taking in the already forming shadows of bruises on Kara's skin and the small hickey she left on her neck. A moment of hesitancy and self-doubt overtakes Lena. Maybe she was too rough?
Lena reaches hesitantly out to caress Kara's brow, smoothing away the crinkle and drawing her from her internal ruminations.
"It was what Kara?" Lena asks hesitantly.
Kara refocuses on Lena and sees her worry, she reaches out to caress Lena's cheek and reassure her.
"It was everything Lena. Better than anything I ever dreamed of. Beautiful, transcendent, energising, exhausting, it was ecstasy…" Kara rambles and Lena cannot help but cock her infamous eyebrow and smugly interrupt, "Transcendent eh?"
Kara blushes but nods shyly.
Lena nuzzles Kara, softly rubbing their foreheads together before sharing a soft, chaste kiss.
"Transcendent... yes that is a good word indeed," Lena whispers reverently to Kara.
Kara smiles before humorously offering, "And exhausting!"
Kara giggles but soon cuts off when Lena gives her an arrogant and challenging look as her hand roams up and down Kara's naked flank.
"Exhausting Kara? But we haven't even gotten to the main event yer," Lena huskily questions.
Kara's heart accelerates suddenly, and she squeaks, "Main ev-ent?"
Lena hums as she rolls forward to straddle her wife.
"Yes, main event," Lena whispers as her hand drifts down to curl possessively between Kara's legs.
"Oh," Kara whispers, her eyes going wide.
"Oh indeed," Lena husks.
"Lie back my tired girl and let me take care of you?" Lena asks, her hands slipping free of Kara as she asks her question.
If Kara refuses then Lena will back off, tamp down her hunger and her arousal.
Kara softly smiles at her wife, seeing the wealth of care and concern in Lena's eyes.
"Please," Kara husks as she drags her wife's head down to steal a kiss.
Lena indulges in tasting her wife's mouth and lips before slowly trailing her kisses lower. Laving both her breasts to hardened and reddened peaks.
Lena can feel Kara's ovipositor pushing out again against her thigh, but she ignores it for now to trail more kisses down to Kara's washboard abs.
If Kara had a body part that should be bronzed and displayed for all to worship it was her golden and sculpted abs. Lena has tasted them, every crease and crevice. Felt them crunch as Kara pumps into her. Felt them hard and unyielding as she ground against them until she came, wet and sticky across them.
Kara gasps as Lena kisses those abs, her tongue swirling into their definitions and once again marvelling at how different they feel without Kara's powers. They still feel solid and sculpted but they ripple beneath Lena's laving tongue and pulse with soft fluttering as Kara's breath stutters in her arousal. Lena loves the slight give she can feel in Kara's body under the red light, especially now as she tastes her skin here.
Kara's hands wonder into Lena's hair and with insistent pressure they indicate her need for Lena to lower her attention to between Kara's legs.
Lena reluctantly works her way further south away from these Rao sculpted abs to between Kara's legs where her ovipositor now bobs incessantly.
Lena observes that where Kara's almost invisibly neat slit had sat between her legs is now her multi purpose sexual organ (gods but they needed a simpler and sexier name for it). The protruding tapered cylinder of flesh is slightly paler than Kara's golden skin tone, glistening wet and mapped with delicate veins.
Lena knows from experience that if she touches it with her hands then it will likely remain in this male form but that is counter productive to her plans.
Lena has penetrated Kara with a titanium strap-on, but other than that rather impersonal and rare experience she has never been able to be inside Kara. The danger of Kara's unconsciously spasming and super strong internal muscles has prevented Kara from penetrating her wife with her fingers less she suffer crushed phalanges.
Lena is suddenly short of breath at the anticipation of what is to come. Soon she will be able to connect with Kara in a way she has only dreamed of. She will be within her wife, she will be able to feel her wife inside and out, to bring her pleasure in the most intimate and vulnerable of ways thanks to the red sun lamp.
Lena refocuses on the appendage before her and with a delicate touch she laps at the very tip of the ovipositor and breathes out her warm breath in a deliberate move that she knows is likely to cause the anatomical change she seeks.
The flesh ripples and almost on cue Kara's cylinder of flesh unfurls as she moans.
The fleshy tube uncurls from the cylinder into a flat leaf of flesh that looks remarkably like a Laceleaf. The thin, almost translucent tentacles within revealed to have been inside begin at the top of Kara's slit where her clit would have been, had she been human. They squirm independently of each other, seeming to seek contact in tandem with the moans and wanton wriggles of their owner. While the ovipositor is flesh coloured on the outside in the 'male' form, the unfurled leaf of the female form is vivid red and pulses with heat and moisture.
Lena's hands reach forward and caress the deep red glistening flesh which is like nothing any human possesses. The red flesh is scorching hot and moist. As Lena caresses it and begins to increase her pace and strength as she rubs the surface, the red flesh flushes deeper and ripples in tandem. Kara groans and gasps for air. All control is lost as Kara rakes her hands through her hair and it is only by Lena insinuating her body between her legs that keep them open to her attention.
Seeing no protest forth coming, Lena speeds up her caresses and intermittently dips her head down to lick and taste the red flesh which is thick with moisture and the very essence of Kara.
"So cold, faster, don't stop…" Kara groans almost incoherently. Lena smirks and speeds up her movements.
The tentacles, which had previously been randomly squirming across Lena's hands and the laceleaf flesh beneath, now grasp blindly onto Lena's hands. They wind around her fingers, the flesh rippling beneath her touch and Kara moaning unabashedly and deeply. Kara's whole-body trembles and Lena smiles in smug satisfaction. She was doing that, she was making Kara tremble.
The tentacles gently pull on Lena's caressing fingers, pulling them towards their origin, towards Kara's opening of their own accord.
Unlike every instance before Lena is able to allow her fingers to be guided to the tentacle's origin, to the apex of Kara's immaculate slit.
Hesitating but a moment at this new threshold, but seeing no protest from Kara, Lena delves two of her fingers within and her mind stops.
The tentacles have retracted with Lena's fingers, pulling them further in and for the first time Lena is within her wife.
There is a moment of stillness and Lena lifts herself so that she can face her wife, look deeply into her red hazed cerulean eyes.
Kara gasps as their eyes lock.
Lena holds absolutely still, revelling in the action, cataloguing every sensation and feeling.
While Kara's body temperature is warmer than human normal, her internal temperature here seems almost painfully hot.
Lena sinks her fingers deeper as Kara struggles for a breath and Lena braces her left arm above her lover to balance herself as she processes the sensations.
Kara's inner walls are not smooth like a human. There is pressure but there is also what seems to be a feeling of ribbed muscles that are angled inward. The ridged muscles flutter in a Mexican wave across Lena's fingers almost dragging or begging them to penetrate deeper.
The translucent tentacles which have retracted with the entrance of Lena's fingers grasp her fingertips and try to drag them further, deeper within.
Kara locks eyes with Lena and with a small nod and a moment of silent communication between the lovers Lena begins to thrust. Shallowly at first but picking up speed as the heat and moisture inside Kara's walls increases with every thrust.
All the while they never break eye contact. Kara's breaths are ragged and Lena's match her wife's. They are united in this moment, not just physically but in some deeper way too. It is like they are sharing electrons on exchanging the very energies of life.
Kara cannot help her stray thought that her people were mad to eschew this act, this closeness as barbarous or primitive. It's the closest to Rao she has ever felt, the closest to the divine she will ever know.
Lena bears down into Kara. She feels the beginning of a cramp in her bicep, but she pushes through, increasing her speed and power to push harder and faster into her lovers ridged silken depths.
The muscles squeeze Lena's fingers almost painfully but the neat slit dilates to accommodate her and Kara breathlessly gasps, "More" just before Lena adds a third finger. A slight twist to Lena's thrusts rings a ragged gasp from Kara who begins scrabbling at the brown bed sheets beneath her.
The pleasure burns and rises, Kara can barely think. The heat from her core, from muscles untouched by any other but Mon-El (and poorly so at that) sends delicious sparks up her spine. The heat radiates from her core and her whole body begins to tremble.
Kara feels like she can't breathe, that there is no air in the room. There is nothing but her and Lena, and Lena's torturous ministrations.
The flicking twists of Lena's thrusts drag grunts of effort from Lena and gasps from Kara.
"I..I think…I am…I'm cumin—" Kara gasps, trying desperately to drag air into her lungs.
Lena sweeps down to kiss her lover and with a final spirt of speed Kara comes, heat rushing up her spine and she tears her mouth from Lena's to cry out in pleasure.
Lena watches in awe as her wife falls apart beneath her. Her tired arm thrusts her fingers onwards, ringing the last drops of pleasure from Kara.
Kara goes limp and boneless, her eyes rolling back in her head. For a moment Lena thinks she has hurt Kara who goes as quiet and still as the dead but for her laboured breathing.
A quiet, smug voice within Lena's mind can't help but be proud at how she has undone Supergirl, how she has reduced her to a quivering pile of flesh, insensate from pleasure.
Lena withdraws her fingers and after a moment's hesitation she sucks them clean. She groans at the musky deep taste of her wife.
With soft care, and much effort to move the denser Kryptonian frame, Lena drags the brown sheets off the bed and around her and her lover.
Kara is already asleep in post orgasmic exhaustion. Lena smiles indulgently at her indestructible lover.
The trust she shows Lena by falling asleep alone in her arms makes the moment all the more special. Lena tucks Kara in and snuggles closer. The experience of the red sun lamp has been transcendent, and one Lena intends to repeat. When Kara awakens there will need to be discussions of repeat performances, about the bruises and scratches blossoming on Kara and Lena's skin. The wonder of being so connected to her lover.
Lena's eyes fall on the hickey that marks Kara's neck. Lena momentarily considers using the panic word to turn off the red sun lamp but she chooses to indulge her predatory, possessive Luthor side and leave it on so the mark can remain a little while longer.
For now though, Lena will indulge in an experience she has only had with Kara: sleeping peacefully with her lover.
The end.