Chapter 7: Cravings Close to You

The morning arrived blissfully, and Monica turned her head to the side. Normally, she felt unsettled when she awake. This morning was different, and memories of her being unstable didn't plunder her mind. She sat up on the couch, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Lena and Kara were still fast asleep on the couch. She stretched a few bones popping. They had spent the majority of the night talking opening about their growing feelings for one another. When Kara asked about her powers she honestly didn't want to answer. It wasn't because she wanted to keep it a secret. Even that Kara was Supergirl and couldn't be trusted. She just did not feel it was important. Yes, she had powers but discussing them made her uncomfortable. Lena heeded to her rescue by changing the subject.

At first, Kara couldn't understand why she'd wanted to keep it a secret. Just about everyone knew what Supergirl was capable of. It was front-page news. Some reasons came to mind either it was a lack of trust. They had just met. But, why keep it a secret from Lena? Nova didn't strike her as the dishonest type. It dawned on her, keeping it a secret kept everyone she loved safe. No one could underestimate or overestimate her. Lena could more than protect herself and so could she. Being a Luthor conditioned her to plan for the worst scenario. It also meant power that provided influence that kept her safe. Throughout the night Lena spoke affectionately about Monica their love, passion, warmth, devotion. Lena had given off a more reserved vibe toward Kara since first meeting her. That wasn't the case with Monica. They'd crack up joking about Yale or Lex. Only Monica could effortlessly reveal the CEO's true nature. It was way tenderer than Kara had originally thought. Compassion for others made her warmhearted. They didn't speak of the future or children Monica had seen so many nights. It was clear they each desired more from each other. Neither of them wanted to push anything attachment grew with time.

It had been a few hours only since they had fallen asleep. Monica pictured the children she envisions when her and Kara kissed. Lena was curled up next to her. She'd stood up cautiously then picked up Lena carried her to the bed. She returned to the living room carrying Kara laying her beside Lena in the bed tucked them both in together. Jarvis closed the auto shades, dampened the lights.

Nova looked over the sleeping women before heading to the bathroom. The shower waked all of her sense. Lustful cravings for both Kara and Lena, made her slide her hand down her wet body. She wanted to taste Kara to slide her tongue inside of her as she'd squirm under the pleasure of it all while Lena observed. She stepped out of the shower changed into matching black & white aztec boxer briefs, soft bra, and black denim overalls. Finished up in the bathroom, she walked down to the main kitchen ate cereal eventually Wally joined her for breakfast. He asked how the night went. She just smiled. It was obvious they were still upstairs.

"That good?" he said playfully.

She left all of his questions unanswered rode the elevator back up to her apartment. Both, Lena and Kara were still asleep. She climbed into bed beside Kara. "Payback time." She thought.

Nova lifted up Kara's dress, grazed her hand up her milky thigh slowly. Direct currents emulated targeting her clit and nipples arousing her. She noticed Kara breathing double time. Her mouth opened trying to take in more air. Nova kept moving her hand upward stopping at her panties. Hovered her hand between Kara's legs surprised by her wetness. One finger stroked the wet spot on her panties, listened closely to her breathing. Gently rubbed circled around her clit. The tiny panties were now stained. Kara impulsively opened her legs wider. It crossed her mind to wake her. Instead, she slides her hand into Kara's panties right away slipping her finger between her slit. Her clit was throbbing while her pussy gushed more fluid. She made a lewd face, tilting her head back. Monica watched Kara getting off to her fingers. Without thinking she leaned in kissed her vulnerable neck.

"Mon-Monica.." Kara moaned softly in her sleep.

"She's dreaming of me?" she'd thought.

Wondering fingertips made their way into her inner lips and sunk inside of her tightness. Curled her finger upward creating pressure, wiggling her finger back and forth repeatedly before pulling it out, removing her hand from Kara's panties pulled down her dress as if nothing happened. Narrowed her eyes over at Lena. She was still fast asleep. A sigh of relief scooted closer to the other end of the bed. The blonde gripped the sheets wanting more of the sensation. The unnerving desire to finish what she started ate at her. Decided against it, went down to her art studio to draw. Every now and then she uses her x-ray vision to check on them. By noon, Lena had woken up pleasantly surprised to be lying next to the reporter. A blue hologram projection appeared on the side table, it was in a shape of Jarvis core membrane.

"Good afternoon, Miss Luthor. It is 12:13 pm. I was instructed to clear your schedule."

"What the hell was that?" Lena looked around puzzled.

The monotone voice said, "I am Jarvis, ma'am."

She looked over the projection protruding out of a small device. "What are you?"

"Just a very intelligent A.I."

Kara turned over, her eyes tightening then opening. This wasn't her bed. She jolted up looked around it was the room from last night, she was still at Monica's. A hand caressed her back.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied.

"Good afternoon, Miss Danvers. It is 12:14 pm. I was instructed to clear your schedule as well. A change of clothing for both of you has been prepared in the bathroom." A light blue pop wave appears around his core membrane and follows what he says.

"Thank you?"

"Miss Luthor, please check your email." Their phones were in a line on the bedside table plugged up. She couldn't recognize the model of the last one. She lifted her phone and check her emails. Jarvis had reorganized everything by importance. She looked through them getting into work mode. Kara got out of the bed, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs. She blushed at just how wet the dream of Monica made her.

"Miss Danvers, your presence has been requested in the art studio located downstairs."

Kara quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs. Monica had been drawing on a touch screen easel that curved up in a wooden casing propped up on a small surface. A stool sat beside of the easel. Kara quietly walked closer to Monica, she'd been drawing Supergirl but with more elegant costume. It was red and navy, the cape was made into more of a coat that draped down to her ankles. There wasn't skirt. A full body suit was underneath the coat. Monica could feel Kara eyes looking over her shoulder at the drawing.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"I can't seem to get your lips right. Do you mind?" She gestured to the stool.

Kara sat down, "Not at all."

The intensity of Monica eyes glancing at every inch of her face made her nervous. She would look up ever so often to memorize the smallest of detail. Then resume drawing.

"Do you mind to put your hair down?"

She blushed at the request, pulled down her ponytail. Monica got up, stepped in front of the blonde, leaned down close to her, fixing her hair to look waiver at the bottom. Kara felt fluttered being this close to her again.

"Are you hiding?" Monica returned to the easel continued to draw.

"No, I-I'm not hiding."

"You can't save the day here."

"The city can handle one day without Supergirl."

A few minutes pass, her own fingertip grazes over her lips as she looking over the sketch, "You should stay the night. I noticed you were fond of my bed." She cut Kara an alluring look.

"I…" She adjusted her glass, looked down with a smile. "I do like your bed."

"I'm finished come look."

She went over to the easel looked over the stunning photo of herself. Monica rose, took Kara by the hips briskly sped her up against the stone wall. Her eyes glowed crimson for a moment, Kara searched for those stormy eyes to rebound, and the compulsion to shorten the distance between their lips sweep over the both. Monica moved in closer, her eyes intensifying morphing color to a rosy red.

"Your eyes…" Kara whispered.

The corner of Nova's mouth curled up, "In your sleep, you called out my name. Bad dream?"

"I did?" She rubbed her lips together feeling small under her smoldering eyes.

"You were very vocal."

Kara's thighs grinded against each other, and Monica could literally sees Kara's heart pounding.

"Your heart is racing, Kara." She pressed her body closer. "Was it a nightmare?"

"N-No… Nothing like that." She mumbled.

"Tell me."

"I-I was..." She tried to hide her blush by looked away. Monica moved her finger under her chin pulling her back to her eyes. She leaned forward connected their lips, not that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all Kara can remember about the moment is when their lips touched, she knew the memory would last forever. Monica broke the kiss. Her eyes back to its ravishing gray.

"Tell me." She repeated persuasively.

The reporter gulped trying to get the words out. "I… I dreamt you were... touching me…"

"Where? Show me."

Kara blushed even harder at the request but she took Monica's hand guided down her body to her breasts. There wasn't a bra underneath her dress. She cupped her soft breasts. They were small compared to Lena's chest. Kara kept moving her hand down past her stomach and into her dress. Supple skin cascaded up to wetness, her fingers went straight to the moistness, and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

"You don't have any..."

"They got wet," Kara said in a low voice.

"You had a wet dream about me?"

Kara nodded held onto her bicep.

"Was Lena in it?"

She nodded again. Monica's hand moved away and backed up.

Kara nervously remarked, "Is that good? Or not good?"

Nova's head tilted up her eyes fixated on the ceiling, "She's out the shower. Perfect timing."

In an instant, they were all standing in the bathroom. Lena's long brown her wet from the shower. A towel wrapped around her pearly skin. Nearly dropping it when she saw them. "Jesus."

"Didn't mean to startle you, my little luthor, but Kara has some conflicting feelings. She wants to kiss you but can't find the courage to do so. I figured it would make sense if you just kissed her."

"What?" Lena looked over at Kara.

"Uh yeah, I want you to kiss me… please.. Lena."

A ringtone of Penthouse Cloud by the Internet played in the distance. Monica swayed to the song snapped her fingers to the beat. A goofy look came across her face, "I love that song." She walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. Jarvis answered the phone for her. She lifted it, Dirk Anger voice screamed on the phone. Demanding Wally and Monica to come in for a mission. He sent over coordinates to a small terrorist group in Metropolis. That kind of missions was just a kill squads coming into assassinate low-level terrorists. Least to say she wasn't interested. Nova gazed into the bathroom, Lena's arms were around Kara neck, hers around the CEO's waist, lip-locked. It was by far the sexiest thing Monica had ever seen. Dirk's voice fades away lowering the phone from her ear ended the call. Mouth drying as she watched them. "Holy Shit.."

Most people would have just joined them in the bathroom. Inserted themselves in on their intimate moment. Nova knew better. Kara and Lena had their own love story to write. It wouldn't possibly thrive if she didn't allow them to be authentic with each other. The direct link with Kara and Lena emotions sent waves of passion tingled her entire body. She needed air out on the balcony it was a clear view of the speed track Wally installed to test his speed. The sun beat on her face, the beams causing her eyes appear luminous as the colors of the spectrum flare. Leaned forward on the balcony railing she watched wind swing tree branches side to side. Agent Danvers came to mind. She had ordered men to kidnap her out of the bed her sister had just slept in. "What did Kara say to her? Does she hate me?" There weren't too many people that hated Monica. She hated the thought of someone so close to Kara disliking her. Lex was one of the only person that Lena cared for in her family. It was the fact that Lex and Monica were best friends that even Lillian Luthor enjoyed Monica's company. She had to make things right with Agent Danvers. Lena joined her on the balcony.

"Are you ok with everything?"

"You and Kara?"

"Yeah, I know it must be hard for you to see us being affectionate."

"It's not Lena. I want more than anything for you both to get along, if the last two days have shown me anything. I want you both in my life. I don't want to choose. I couldn't choose between you two."

"What are you saying?"

"I have been in love with you since college that will never change. Kara is also a part of me as well. I want the future I see with the both of you."

"Kara wants the same thing. She just told me choosing between us wouldn't make her happy."

"What do you want, my little luthor?"

"I-I want you and Kara. I didn't want to admit it in fear of hurting you. I just got you back. Already everything is changing so rapidly. I like being here with you and Kara. I like Jarvis canceling my dull appointments." She chuckled. "I love knowing I am the most protected person in this city because I know you'd do anything to keep me safe. I want more than anything to have a family. I feel at home here."

"Can I show you something?"

Lena nodded.

"Ok, this might hurt a bit. It will feel like all the nerves in your brain are firing off at the same time. Just bear through it that feeling will pass."

"Okay."

"Let's go inside."

Kara had been standing in front of the TV with her arms crossed watching the news. It had been a slow crime night in National City. Only a few arrests had been reported on. Overall, the city could stand one day without Supergirl. Alex hadn't texted or called all day. It didn't worry her but facing her did. Monica did not deserve the treatment she received at the hands of her sister. If she hadn't shown up who know what could have happened. That thought alone outraged her. Monica lead Lena into the living room sat down next to each other.

"Just try to be strong."

The words made Kara turn off the TV turn toward them on the couch. Monica calmed her nerves closed her eyes selecting a specific vision she held onto it in her mind. When her eyes opened they were the color of orchids blooming. Her hands electrified gradually moved her hands up to sides of Lena's head. She lost herself in the vision a field of waves emitted from her hands into Lena's brain. She jumped instantaneously closing her eyes. Kara watched intently. The way her hands ignited with electricity remained her of LiveWire, though LiveWire was unstable never knowing her strength how to use it.

The pain started as a migraine isolated to unbearable sensory overload. It happened a burst of light erupted in the forefront of her mind. Everything was blurry at first the vision melted in.

She saw herself in the mirror, hair neatly in a bun applying dark lipstick to her lips. It was a shade she didn't own. A skintight black dress hugged all of her curves. It was way sexier than she normally dressed. The smell of her favorite perfume filled her nose. She only wore the scent on special occasions. The whimpering sound of a baby came from a remote room in the house. Familiar laughs came from the same direction. Monica walked into the bathroom holding a seven-month-old in her arms. The baby was clapping with a goofy smile on her face that screamed Monica, drool dripping down her bottom lip with curly dark ash brown hair that coils upward all over the baby's head. Heterochromia iridium a rare polygenic trait displayed in the toddler's eyes, one gray eye and one green eye. The baby was reaching out to her. A light smile came across her face. Reaching for the child she noticed a black diamond ring on her ring finger. It gave off a lovely stunning contrast. Once, the baby was in her arms played with her earrings.

"Mommy's gotta get ready, Blacklight."

Monica lovingly looked at toward her. She stepped closer kiss both of their foreheads, headed to the closet. Lena placed the baby down on the countertop continued to apply her makeup. Monica flashed back into the bathroom wearing black dress pants, suede dress shoes, tan turtleneck, tan long coat. Kara sped out of the closet with a matching tan dress and a black belt around her abdomen. She had a similar black diamond ring on her ring finger.

"Lena, we're going to be late. The babysitter is here." Kara whined.

The vision slipped out. There was no more pain only the image of them left in her mind. Monica lowered her hands waiting for her eyes to open. A tear was streamed down her own cheek. Lena whipped it away. She opened her eyes stared back at Monica."How did I just..."

"I shared one of my visions with you."

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