longest chapter for this fic, as it should be

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As it happened, Sam wasn't lying. She really had a group chat with Lillian and Lionel. Just the three of them, talking shit about Lena as if she was a zoo creature or something. Lena knew because Ruby confirmed it, and Ruby had never lied to Lena since she was born.

Plus, her father only further added weight to the conversation when he called her one night to catch up. He always did that – calling her every Thursday night to know his little girl was doing. His words, not hers. And before she could get a word in about her work, he interrupted her.

"What's this about a public defender that you have an unusual attachment with?" he asked, deeming everything else unimportant, even the very important role she carried.

She froze and made to glare at Sam across the vast area that separated their offices, where they could see each other just by opening their doors. Sam seemed unaware, still deeply absorbed in paperwork under the illumination of only a table lamp. Still, at this moment, Lena wished she could kill. Maybe Kara could represent her.

Okay, maybe not the right time to think about Kara Danvers as well.

"What do you mean?" Pretending to be a fool was the best way to go, she decided as she fiddled with a pen.

He clicked his tongue, seeing clearly through her mock obstinacy despite the miles separating them. "Honey, don't make me hire a private investigator."

As much as she would like to call him out on his bluff, Lena was also slightly afraid that he was not exactly bluffing. Lionel Luthor had made a career out of being a fixer in Washington DC; he definitely had the resources and determination to do just that.

She sent another glare in Sam's direction, who was still all too concentrated on her own casefiles to notice. Fortunately, she hated the idea of Ruby being an orphan, so she supposed she could spare Sam just this once. And many more once's to come, who was she kidding.

"There is no unusual attachment, you silly man," she offered.

"My spy tells me differently."

"I will block Sam's number from you and mom's phones. I'll do it. Don't think I won't."

"That will only make me want to hire a private investigator more."

She rolled her eyes, hating that her entire family were so unusually intelligent that there was no getting past them on anything.

"If your mother isn't stuck in a crisis right now, she will be just as curious. In fact, she specifically instructed me to ask you all about it," Lionel added nonchalantly. "The things I do for that woman," he muttered in mock complaint, though the whole country was aware of how devoted he was to his wife, so much so that he retired from his career so she wouldn't face any obstacles to rise to her current position.

"Yes, yes, you're very in love. We get it," she teased.

"Don't change the subject."

"Dad, what do you want me to say?"

"Am I going to have a daughter-in-law soon?"

"Your daughter-in-law is my work. I'm married to my work," she replied easily.

He clicked his tongue again. "Please give me something so I don't have to sleep on the couch tonight," he hissed, sounding almost fearful at the lack of information.

She had to fight a snort at the notion of his father being such a himbo for Lillian Luthor. If only the rest of the world truly knew, his reputation would have been down the drain, but Lena had a feeling that he wouldn't really mind.

Once upon a time, Lionel, renown fixer whose invisible hands could make problems disappear as quickly as they came, met Lillian, up and coming lawyer who chose to go the political route to represent her constituency. And he lost all sense of masculinity to worship at the feet of the woman.

Nothing would scare him more than his wife being angry. Lena had often wondered if she or Lex could ever find a love like that.

"You can tell Senator Luthor that her daughter is healthy and doing very well at her job. And that she doesn't have to worry about this public defender, because there is absolutely nothing going on there. You can also tell Senator Luthor that her daughter misses her a hell of a lot," she recited with a fond smile.

"Oh, I'm definitely in the doghouse," he complained pitifully.

"I love you too, dad."

Sensing that he wouldn't get anywhere else with her, he moved onto other topics. They caught up on each other's life and updated on each other's health. Lena reminded her father to not skip his annual medical examination, and they hung up half an hour into the call.

When she placed her phone facedown on her desk, she could only breathe a sigh of relief, glad to have escaped the line of questioning. This time, at least. She was certain that when Lillian called her next time, she wouldn't be so lucky. After all, Lena had learned chess from her mother.

The part about there being nothing between her and Kara was…technically not a lie, but it wasn't entirely the truth either. Then again, she didn't even know what the truth was, because Kara Danvers was confusing and charming and not at all what she expected in an opposing counsel. It seemed to her that Kara Danvers had thrown the rulebook out the window without even reading it.

And goddamn it, Lena liked it. She took a look at the time displayed on her phone, and had to wonder whether there would be a certain blonde waiting downstairs again.

Lex (8:42 p.m.): A public defender? My, my, my darling Lena

Lena (8:43 p.m.): Don't be a gossip. You're better than this.

The doorman bade her farewell. The lobby was dark, save for a few lights to allow for the security guards to see better. And across the street, there was a blonde dressed up in a peacoat, reading something on her phone, leaning against the same streetlamp.

Lena didn't want to put names to the feelings that rose in her chest at the sight before her, but she could at least recognize that one of them was relief. She also didn't want to read into the relief, because that was a jar of worms she didn't want to open at this critical time. Not when Lucy had just handed her what would likely be a career-careening case.

She sighed, shook her head to herself, and made her way to Kara, who looked devilishly handsome in the night. It was totally unfair to Lena's usually tough constitution.

"Seriously?" Lena said in form of greeting, because she always cut to the point – just ask James.

Kara looked up from her phone, taking a moment to recognize Lena standing before her before a grin spread across her face, and the raven-haired woman had to clench tighter on the handle of her briefcase so she wouldn't react physically.

"Walk you home?" Kara offered.

Lena really wasn't trying to be rude, but she had to ask, "Seriously, what is your play here?" She threw in an exasperated shake of her head for good measure, in case Kara failed to comprehend her utter confusion.

The blonde frowned. She pushed away from the streetlamp and approached Lena, cautiously pulling Lena towards her as well so they wouldn't be standing in the middle of the road.

Breathing surreptitiously, Lena tried not to react to Kara's careful fingers on her elbow. The touch warm despite layers of clothes and outerwear blocking them from actually touching. Still, Lena couldn't help but catch a glance at the polite hand, noticing the tendons and joints that just…didn't seem all too fair.

Who would have thought Lena could react like this to hands? Such small things, totally useful, but generally unnoticeable. Until now, at least.

"Why do you always assume I'm…playing a game or something?" Kara questioned back, seemingly mildly offended.

"Well, for starters –"

"Don't say all that crap about us working against each other or something."

Lena blinked, utterly unused to getting interrupted. She had, in her whole life, hardly ever been interrupted, not even in the courtroom – her line of questioning and arguments were almost always top notch, so much so that the opposing counsels could only cower in their seats.

"My mother is a politician," she offered as an alternative. "I'm always suspicious."

"Ah right. I almost forgot you're the prodigy of the great Lillian Luthor," Kara sighed, rolling her eyes. Lena frowned. "Did you know your mother almost made me pee my pants?" Lena frowned harder, unable to decide between laughing and concerned. "Yeah, she gave a lecture to my class a couple of years ago. And I was late to class that morning, and she just gave me this look. Like she could freeze me for eternity on the spot if she wanted to."

Lena snorted. "Yeah, she does that." However, Lena had never been on the receiving end of that patented look – Lillian was always a softie with her family.

"Come to think of it, you kind of have that look too."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Looks more attractive on you though."

"I beg your pardon?"

"But don't worry. I don't have any ulterior motives. I just wanna walk you home," Kara dismissed easily as she waved her hand aimlessly in the air – the same hand that had grabbed onto Lena earlier. "So, can I?"

A part of Lena really wanted to circle back to the attractive portion of the conversation, but she also didn't want to open it up to a whole host of problems that she absolutely didn't have time to deal with. Hence, she could only relent. After all, it wouldn't hurt to have company, even though it wasn't company she was used to.

She all but nodded once before she felt it. The drops of liquid on her exposed skin – distanced, but destined to go much bigger in the very near future. She sighed and looked up at the sky mournfully, because of course, this day would get weirder. The weather forecast didn't even predict rain today, and this was proof as to why Lena didn't put much stock in those failed magicians.

Somehow, somewhere, suddenly, Kara brandished a small umbrella from her coat pocket – Lena made a note to look into where one could get a coat with such large pockets. The blonde unfurled the umbrella and held it over their heads, tilting her head in the direction that would lead to their places.

Well, more than ever, Lena didn't really have much of a choice now, did she? It wasn't as if she was actually reluctant to go with Kara, but she chose to fool herself for as long as she could.

Sam (9:01 p.m.): i saw that

Lena (9:03 p.m.): What did you tell my parents?

It was merely being polite. Nothing else. Her parents raised her to have more than a modicum of manners, alongside a few etiquette classes and word choices in the courtroom that would bring anyone to their knees. But the point was that she was a Luthor, and a Luthor would always be polite even if they didn't want to.

Unlike the previous few times, Kara had opted to walk Lena right to her building, and Lena didn't protest. Because as expected, the starless sky opened up soon enough and it all came pouring down like cats and dogs just as they were about to turn a corner, and Lena couldn't refuse the protection of an umbrella – there were important documents in her briefcase.

She didn't think about the way their shoulders brushed throughout the walk as they huddled under the small respite the umbrella provided them. She didn't think about Kara seemingly giving more priority to her, allowing part of her other shoulder to be drenched under the downpour.

She didn't think of anything but the road ahead.

So when they reached the entrance to her building and the rain was still as unforgiving as ever, Lena couldn't very well chase Kara away. Therefore, she did the polite thing.

"Do you want to come up?" she asked meekly, looking anywhere but the woman standing next to her.

"Oh, is that – is that okay?" Kara stammered, also looking anywhere but her.

Lena sighed. "I wouldn't ask if it isn't. Can we move along? This rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon."

"Okay, okay, yeah, let's go."

They hustled towards the door, which the doorman readily opened for them. Lena offered a polite greeting to Greg, reminding him to stay dry and drink coffee if need be. She would ask him about his wife's cancer status, but Kara's shoulder was literally dripping.

So they moved along. Went into the elevator. Quiet. Waited. This wasn't a building with elevator music, so the silence became a little too suffocating to Lena's liking. Usually, she wouldn't mind. Usually, she would just lean back after a long day and even take off her heels, because the guard in the security bay knew her well enough to not judge at this point.

Lena had never been more relieved when the elevator dinged in indication of their arrival to her floor, and she exited before Kara could do anything else that even edged towards gentlemanly. Her weak womanly constitution could only take so much, seriously.

She had to brace herself at the front door, taking two seconds for herself. Giving herself a moment to rid of this notion entirely and chase Kara away. Allowing herself the choice of inviting a complete stranger into the place where she slept.

Because inviting Kara in was an invitation to many things, even she tried to tell herself that this was just the polite thing to do, god fucking damn it. Certainly, it wouldn't be the first time she invited someone to her place – a woman's gotta relax every once in awhile – but Kara was…different. In ways Lena still hadn't quite figured out.

And for fuck's sake, she literally only met the woman two weeks ago.

"Um, Lena, I would really like to get this coat off before the floor is too wet. I don't think I can afford to replace the carpet in this building yet," Kara muttered weakly behind her.

Behind her, where Kara was hovering and Lena could feel her breathing against her neck if she tried hard enough. A tremor went up her legs, and her fingers fumbled as she unlocked the door. But she did it! Points for Lena, truly.

"Here. Let me take your coat. You can dry up in the bathroom. Spare towels in the sink cabinet," she directed curtly, not once looking at Kara as she practically snatched the offending garment from the woman's hands

It was only when a distinctive door closed that she mustered up the courage to turn around and be confronted with an empty living room. And yet, with the knowledge that Kara Danvers was in her space, nothing was empty.

The lightning seemed all the more vigorous. The rain so heavy that nothing could be seen except for the flickers of buildings as tall as hers. Her window splattered with drops, a puzzlement reflected through moisture, not dissimilar to the chaos wreaking in her stomach.

She cleared her throat, rubbed her hands on her pencil skirt, and proceeded to the bedroom. She might as well be comfortable as they weathered through this godforsaken weather. She would never trust weathermen ever again, those imbeciles. Five minutes were all it took for her to remove her corporate clothing and put on a sweater that hung off her shoulders and a pair of sweatpants.

And when she came out, Kara was standing at the floor to ceiling windows, absently running a towel through her hair as she admired the view. Not that there was much of a view with all the rain.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked.

Kara turned out, mouth open with an answer ready, only to freeze at the sight of Lena. The raven0haired woman didn't want to read too much into it, but she could have sworn Kara had spent a long moment staring at her exposed shoulder before looking away hurriedly, running the towel more vigorously through her hair than necessary.

"Yeah – yeah, some hot drink would be nice."

"I'll make some hot chocolate," she muttered, making her way to the kitchen.

Hot chocolate. She could do that. That, and nothing else.

Lillian (9:25 p.m.): Sweetheart, do you feel proud that your father is currently cowering in his study?
Lillian (9:25 p.m.): He hasn't met my eyes since I came home.
Lillian (9:25 p.m.): I like my husband's eyes.

Lena (9:31 p.m.): The man can use some humbling
Lena (9:32 p.m.): And who taught you double texting, anyway?

Awkward couldn't even begin to describe it. And the longer the silence stretched, the more Lena regretted inviting Kara up here. She should have just left the woman out there to drown, for all she cared.

Kara seemed to be doing everything she could to avoid looking at Lena, still running that godforsaken towel through her godforsaken hair, like fidgeting or something. And Lena had to sit far, far away to restrain herself from running her own fingers through those golden locks, just to get a feel of how they felt like against her skin.

"I don't understand you," she decided, sitting sideways on the three-person couch, the rain as accompanying music.

Kara's ministrations stopped, then she finally lowered the towel. "Don't understand what?" she asked, her voice even.

Lena sighed and licked her lips, clasping tighter to her mug of hot chocolate. "If you're not playing a game – and James can be quite good at games, and I respect that – why do you seem…determined to talk to me? Or something. It's like you want to be my friend."

"I do want to be your friend," Kara replied easily, bringing her own hot chocolate to her lips and taking an appreciative sip.

"Why?"

"Cat Grant holds you in high regard. And Cat Grant doesn't hold a lot of people in high regard. I was curious. Am curious."

"So that's it? Curiosity?"

"I like to think I can learn from you. Understand what it is about you that managed to make a friend out of James and a supporter out of Cat. You're a monster in the courtroom, but outside of it, you're famously nice, even though you try to avoid people from my side of the aisle. I like people who are nice," Kara offered in a litany of words that Lena was having a hard time processing.

"People say I'm nice?"

"Well, Lucy kind of likes you and hates you."

Lena balked. "Which Lucy are we talking about?"

"Lucy Lane."

Lena balked harder, if that was even possible. "You know Lucy Lane?"

"She's kind of my cousin-in-law. Is that a thing? My cousin married her sister."

"Your cousin married – hold on, your cousin is Clark Kent?"

"Yeah," Kara said with a nod and an indulging smile. "Small world, huh?"

As it happened, Clark Kent was Lex's best friend. As far as she remembered, the two of them used to be attached at the hips, and Lena, once upon a naïve child who didn't know better, had a habit of annoying her brother into bringing her whenever they went out – until Clark met Lois and he spent a little less time with Lex.

So yes, despite them having not met each other for a few years now, Lena was still fond of Clark, who used to sneak her out for ice-cream and watched her do advanced math with pride. He was pretty much like an extra older brother who indulged her even though he had no reason to. So yes, small world, indeed.

"How have we never met before?" she had to ask, given their mutual connections. "And why does Lucy hate me?"

Kara's expression darkened, but only slightly – Lena didn't think the woman could be actually unhappy even if she tried. "Clark and I didn't really talk until recently. I used to resent him." Lena raised her brows in curiosity. "He – well, my parents – biological parents – passed away when I was 13. I'm sure you've read about it. The moguls behind El Corp, swept away in a laboratory accident. People couldn't stop talking about it."

Lena nodded, because not only did she hear about it, but she had also watched her mother sifting through documents for the congressional hearing. Granted, she didn't really understand what her mother was doing, given that she had only been a mere 11-year-old, but she knew about it.

If she recalled correctly, Lillian had been determined to discover whether there was foul play or anything of the sort, because she was apparently a friend of Alura Zorel.

"Clark was my only living relative then. But he didn't really take me in. He just…left me with the Danvers, paying visits every now and then," Kara further explained. "I hated him for that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the Danvers to death. My sister is my best friend. But they were strangers when I was 13, and I didn't know them at all."

"I'm sorry," Lena replied, in relations to Kara's parents and the adoption and lack of care on Clark's part.

"Yes, well, he was too young back then. I understand now. And I'll always be grateful to the Danvers for taking me in."

Lena played with the rim of her now empty cup, chipping at the chocolate stains that lingered. "You know, I'm adopted too."

"Yeah?"

"Guess we have that in common too."

"We do have a lot of things in common, now that I think about it." Kara had a wistful smile on her face, as if she wished that she had met Lena much earlier. "Also, Lucy only kind of hates you because she knows that you're very good at your job, and she really likes being the DA."

Rolling her eyes, Lena said, "You can tell her that I'll only take her job when she gets promoted to Attorney-General."

"You're that confident?"

"I'm very good at my job. She's excellent at hers. But don't tell her I said that."

"I'll keep my mouth shut."

For the next few moments, they sat there in silent. On opposite ends of the couch and a vast space of longing and lust that would be suffocating if Lena wasn't careful. And honestly, she hadn't been that careful the moment she decided to invite Kara up here. In her home. Her space. Her semi-refuge.

She had to suck in a sharp gust of air when Kara decided to move closer. Like, so close that their knees touched and Lena could practically combust at the feeling of Kara's slacks brushing against her kneecaps. God, her mental health was tanking just because of this woman.

"I'm gonna tell you something completely reckless and inappropriate," Kara whispered into the air between them. Lena nodded in allowance. "I want to –" Instead of saying something completely reckless and inappropriate, the blonde cut herself off by reaching out to tuck a strand of stray hair behind Lena's ear, fingers lingering against her cheek. "I think you're really attractive."

Against her conscious consent, Lena's eyes shot up to find Kara gazing at her, blue eyes significantly darker, visible even in the darkness in the living room. There was practically no illumination but the lamp on the side table.

"I've wanted to kiss you since Cat showed me your picture," Kara confessed in a whisper.

"Kara –"

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to get that off my chest."

"Is that why you wanted to walk me home?"

"No, I want to walk you home because I want to walk you home. And the streets really aren't safe at night, even in National City." Kara sighed. "And I suppose getting to see your face is kind of a bonus."

Closing her eyes, Lena concentrated on the feeling of Kara's thumb brushing over her cheek, all tender and the opposite of invasive.

"Kara," she pronounced.

"Yeah?"

She opened her eyes again to look at Kara, who seemed frozen in her time, holding her breath with only her fingers moving. Lena sighed.

She really shouldn't have invited Kara up. But that didn't stop her from leaning forward to place her lips upon Kara's.

Lucy (9:56 p.m.): Sam told me you went home with Kara?
Lucy (9:56 p.m.): DON'T SLEEP WITH HER I S2G

Before she knew it, Lena had led Kara to the bedroom by refusing to relinquish on Kara's hand. Before she knew it, she was on her back on her very comfy bed that she purchased with her first ADA salary, and Kara was on top of her, not an inch of her not touching the blonde.

Her head was woozy from all the touching, as Kara wasn't at all shy about this, despite her normal behavior of big smiles and utter niceness. Let it never be said that Kara Danvers was shy, of all things – Lena should have seen this coming the moment she spotted Kara waiting for her at the opposite side of the street.

Arousal on overdrive, Lena could only comply and relinquish control to the blonde. Lifting her arms when Kara nudged her. Helping the woman take off her pants and panties when Kara spent too long mouthing at the skin on her hip, pretty much sending her over the top of the cliff. Lifting her hips when Kara wanted to enclose her arm underneath Lena's waist.

"Oh god," she whimpered when Kara moved up to suck on her neck, fingers dancing across her thighs but not where she needed them to be at right now. "Kara," she called out weakly.

"I'll make it good for you," Kara whispered, tendrils of breath brushing against Lena's fragile skin. "I'll make it so good," she promised, hand finally settling between Lena's thighs, and the raven-haired woman keened at the contact.

For the next few eternal seconds, Lena relished in the haven of Kara's fingers thumbing at her entrance but not doing anything else. What a fucking tease, and Lena found herself becoming only a ragdoll with a volcano of pleasuring sensations rocking through her blood vessels.

She had never felt like this before.

But before her body could relax, Kara's hips started to move at their own accord, grinding into Lena. It was slow. It was sinful. And it was monumental for Lena to not just demand Kara to let her submit.

Because, without the words, they both understood the power dynamics the moment Kara asked her where the bedroom was. And Lena had comprehended her enjoyment at relinquishing control in the bedroom that one time Veronica had suggested it to her. Tonight, Kara could take her in a hundred different ways, and Lena would submit.

"I'll make it good, but only if you want me to," Kara said, demonstrating her willingness by tightening her hold around Lena's waist and teasing at Lena's clit with one finger, which really wasn't enough by any means.

"I want –" Lena gasped and whined at the same time as Kara applied pressure against her clit, shooting thunder. "I want you," she managed between catching breaths and seeking the fingers between her legs. "I want you."

This was more than throwing caution to the wind. This was less than falling and expecting to be caught. This was everything in between, succumbing to lust and being all too sinful to anyone's liking. This was throwing her career off the cliff and hoping it found refuge in a boat.

And Lena found herself not caring about any of those things but letting Kara bring her to what was promised to be the best pleasure she could ever find.

Explicit consent simultaneously sharpened and blurred things. It was all in technicolor but she couldn't identify the patterns of her ceiling even if she tried.

Kara pressed her body closer, as if that was even possible, and took her arm out from beneath Lena, causing Lena to repress a complaining noise from escaping her throat. She didn't have to, apparently, because the blonde almost instantly settled her palm on Lena's breath, making a noise of appreciation, her lips traveling from Lena's neck back to her lips.

"You don't have to be quiet," she instructed against Lena's mouth. "I want to hear how much you like this."

Oh fucking hell.

Lena snaked a palm under Kara's undershirt – she had gotten rid her button-down in the living room earlier – and palmed at her well-defined muscles. God, even without seeing, Lena could feel how ripped the woman was. She heaved a moan at the feeling of Kara's abs under her hand and Kara's hand on her boobs and Kara's fingers between her thighs and Kara's lips on her lips.

Just Kara everywhere.

"Can you – can you take off your clothes too? This feels a little disproportionate." Lena didn't know how she managed those words, but kudos to her, really.

Regret filled her instantly when Kara complied, removing herself eagerly from Lena's body and depriving the prosecutor of having her so close. She really shouldn't have made that request, but that thought immediately left her mind when Kara proceeded to discard all her clothes in a hurry – she was pretty sure she heard a rip in that myriad somewhere – allowing Lena a full vision of Kara's sculpted body.

Abs and muscles dotting across lean lines, telling of vigorous gym sessions and care.

She didn't think about anything else when Kara returned herself to be on top of Lena, grinding into Lena again, in time with the ministrations of her very talented fingers against Lena's very sensitive clit. She moved her hips in accord, chasing after the nirvana that would soon follow.

"God, you're so wet," Kara praised. "So wet for me. So good." Lena whined. "Come on. Be a good girl for me."

"Inside. Please. Inside."

"What?" Kara asked, mouthing against Lena's clavicle. "What do you want? Tell me."

Lena was gently smacking against Kara's muscled back, simultaneously relishing in the planes and urging Kara to just move already. "Please," she pleaded, eyes screwed shut. "Your fingers, please. Inside."

"Good girl. How many?"

"I don't know. This is not the time for math, Kara," Lena complained between gritted teeth, hips moving fruitlessly.

Kara chuckled into the skin atop Lena's breath, all throaty and powerful. It soon died down when two exploratory fingers slipped past Lena's folds. An experimental dip at first, followed by a slight burn soon diminished by searing pleasure as Kara found confidence and pushed in deeper until her two fingers were all swallowed up.

Lena turned her head and bit down on her pillow. Because this was a lot and her neighbors could probably hear her.

"I said –" Kara demanded as she pulled back her fingers "– I want to hear you."

And then she pushed in so fast that Lena basically felt her hips rather allowed her hips lift into the air, colliding into Kara. "Fuck," she cried, releasing her teeth from the poor pillow.

The motion went from shallow to seismic. And soon, Kara was grinding her center against Lena's thigh as she pushed and pulled and pushed and pulled. The sensation tripled when the blonde started grunting as she grinded, doing all things at once – bed creaking under their ardor.

There was no way the neighbors couldn't hear them now.

Pressure built in her abdomen. "Kara, I'm going to –"

"I know, sweetheart," Kara soothed between grunts, her breaths puffing against the column of Lena's neck. "Come on. Come for me."

This wasn't lovemaking. Not really. Not with the way Kara was grunting like a wild animal and Lena was writhing against her entire being. This was pure and unraveled fucking. Raw and unbridled, a release of pent-up lust held forth by weak restraints.

On a breathy exhale, Lena cried her orgasm into Kara's shoulder as thunder clapped outside the window, creating a symphony. She bit down so hard that Kara's grunt became a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kara fucked her through it, unabashedly pulverizing her hips against Lena's thigh in powerful grinds.

And then Kara came too as she released an almost animalistic grunt, her hips ceasing its grinding in slow motion. Then the blonde pretty much collapsed on top of Lena's, bearing her entire weight on a bed that was probably relieved from the shaking that the two of them had wreaked upon it.

Before Lena could put coherent thoughts to her mouth, Kara asked whether she had a strap-on. And honestly, was Lena was supposed to resist?

let me end this with: i'm shit at smut and this is my best attempt