"Leeennaaa." Kara calls out, letting her head flop against the back of the couch. "What is taking you so long? You look beautiful, I promise!"
There's the sound of shuffling in the bathroom before Lena's voice comes back through the closed door.
"Just a minute! I'm almost done!"
Kara whines, eyes drifting closed . "It's been fourty-five minutes. I've beaten like twelve levels on the match game on my phone."
"Not all of us have super speed, darling. Or perfectly coiffed curls, for that matter."
"You have a perfect everything." Kara counters. "Now can you please get your perfect self out here before I starve to death?" She takes off her glasses to squint at the smudges on the lenses.
"Is this your master plan as Luthor? Make me fall in love with you and then starve me to death while waiting on you to get ready for dinner? I can see the headlines now - 'Supergirl defeated by Lena Luthor, long term starvation plan executed perfectly by wife.'"
Lena's laugh is tinkling.
"First of all, the media doesn't know that I'm married to Supergirl; so the headline would be about Kara Danvers. Second of all,: I'm a better Luthor than my brother, darling, if I wanted you killed then you would be dead before you had time to put two and two together."
And Kara knows that Lena is joking.
Knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that her wife is teasing and would never hurt her - well not without a safe word. But the undeniable truth behind the honey sweet tone sends a shiver down Kara's spine.
Rao, why did everything this woman does have to turn her on?
Kara squirms in her seat as she reaches to untuck the corner of her shirt and uses it to wipe at her glasses.
"Well yes, but we can leave the 'you're evil, I'm Supergirl' role play for another day please? I'm really hungry."
She can hear Lena's long suffering sigh even without her super senses as she holds her glasses up to the light; frowning when she still sees smudges.
The unmistakable click of Lena's red bottom heels sounds on the hardwood floor behind her, as she tries once again to scrub at her glasses.
"Thank goodness, let's go, I've been dreaming about these appetizers ever since the last time we ate at Ralphio's."
The aforementioned heels come into Kara's peripheral vision, and she hurriedly pushes the glasses back on her face.
She blinks once through the streaks that her dress shirt has made on the lenses before she remembers that she doesn't actually need them to see the beauty in front of her and pulls them off.
"Fuck."
The expletive slips out unbidden, and Kara fully blames it on Lena's bad influence; because she lived with Alex for years and managed to keep her vocabulary clean, but now she apparently cusses like some sort of deviant.
To be fair, it's really not her fault.
No one should be held responsible for what they say when Lena Luthor-Danvers is standing in front of them dressed to the nines.
"What was that, darling?"
Kara slowly gets to her feet, letting her eyes trace a lazy path up from the floor so she can fully appreciate Lena.
The heels of course, showcasing perfectly flexed, creamy white calves all the way up to just below the knee; where a short but enticing slit slices it's way up Lena's thigh. The dress hugs Lena's curves in all the right places, guiding Karas eyes up the swell of her hips to the soft crescent of her abdomen.
Briefly, she worries about Lena's ability to breathe in the dress because of how snug it is around her ribs; but then the material cuts away to show off Lena's cleavage, the black lace trimming barely containing Lena's breasts where they threaten to spill over, and she's distracted again.
Her eyes trace the lace over perfect skin that she wishes was beneath her fingers - or god, her lips. She doesn't think she has a collar bone kink, but she definitely has a Lenal kink; so she lets her gaze meander slowly to Lena's exposed shoulders before darting to the column of her throat.
She can see the muscles of Lena's throat contract as she swallows, and sinful red lips are moving - saying something that Kara's distracted brain isn't processing.
"Darling."
Lena's holding back a laugh, and something tells Kara that this isn't the first time she's repeated herself.
Trying to break the spell, Kara shifts her attention to Lena's eyes; but - oh boy was that a mistake. Lena's applied her eye makeup a little darker than usual tonight, and her green eyes sparkle like a faraway planet in the night sky.
"I - I'm sorry?" Kara's mouth goes so dry that the back of her throat sticks together, and she coughs, embarrassed.
"Are you ready for dinner?"
"Dinner? I -uh -yes, dinner. Right." mentally, Kara kicks herself; forcing her body to do her bidding instead of lusting after Lena.
"Apres vous, Madame." She gestures to the door, and that's when her body's obedience ends. Lena's hair is swept up into a tight bun, and the back of her dress is cut just enough to tease.
Her fingers twitch, and before she can stop herself, her fingertips are ghosting along Lena's skin - trailing the path from the chain around her neck down to where he sleeve is hugging her shoulder.
She can see in Lena's posture when her breath hitches at Kara's touch, and it's then she loses her last remnants of self control.
All it takes is one long stride forward and she's caught up with Lena, her front ghosting Lena's backside and her lips lowering down to caress the same milky skin her fingers just left.
"Kara . . ." Lena's voice is shaky and she can see the tremble in the hand that reaches up to undo the chain lock on the door.
Grinning, Kara lowers her head once again to lave kisses against the taut skin of Lena's neck; her left hand following Lena's until she closes her palm against the back of Lena's hand. Kara gently pushes forward until Lena is pressed between the door and Kara's body with their left hands laced together.
Kara's right hand comes up to Lena's waist, and Lena's knocks against the door as she braces herself against the sudden force of Kara's grip.
"Kara . . . " Lena repeats in a strangled whisper.
"Yes, my love?" Kara barely pauses her kisses to mouth the words against Lena's skin.
"Dinner . . . " Lena shudders as Kara hits a particularly sensitive beneath her ear.
"Hmm?"
"We have reservations. . . "
"You have standing reservations at every fancy restaurant in National City." Kara corrects, before closing her teeth around the shell of Lena's ear.
Lena's fingers clench where Kara has them pressed against the wall.
"Do you want me to stop?" Kara offers thoughtfully, tugging Lena more flush against her, fingers grazing the underside of her bosom.
"I - . . ."
"Words, Love - mind reading isn't one of my super powers."
"Kara." Lena's voice quivers. "Fuck."
"Was that a request or a demand?" Kara smirks.
"Either, both, I don't know, just - "
"As you wish." Kara promises, using just a hint of super speed to spin Lena so that her back is against the door, their left hands remaining laced above Lena's head"
It Lena's turn to smirk.
"Are you quoting The Princess Bride to me?"
Kara's right index finger comes up to hook around her upper lip like a fake mustache.
"My name, is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father, prepare to die."
Lena laughs, a full on belly laugh that's a complete juxtaposition with the sexual tension in the air, but it somehow turns Kara on even more.
Grinning, she takes advantage of the way that Lena's head is thrown back against the door and bows her head to claim Lena's neck once again. This time, her lips quickly give way to teeth - grazing and nipping at the quivering skin.
She feels the sharp tug in her hair before she's even realized that Lena's free hand has moved, and she grunts into the freckle on Lena's neck. Her weak knees let the majority of her body weight fall into Lena and the door, and she feels their bodies meld somehow closer; Kara's knee slipping between Lena's legs and shifting her dress up her thighs.
"Kara." Lena's voice is a whispered prayer against her ear, and Kara can't help but chuckle as absolute want and need race in shivers down her spine.
She pulls away slightly, waiting until Lena's unfocused eyes have lost their glazed look and met hers, before brushing the lone strand of hair that's escaped from Lena's bun away from her face.
"You know, we could always send a driver to get takeout if you still want those appetizers." Lena pants out, even as her hips subtly grind down onto Kara's thigh.
"Mmmm, but you got all dressed up." even as she speaks the words, Kara uses both of her hands to pull Lena's hips into hers.
"I only got dressed up to look nice for you." Lena admits with a gasp as she steps out of her heels. The loss of height presses Kara's knee deeper into her center.
"I do like that one suit you have, in particular."
"I swear to god, if you say birthday suit -" Lena threatens.
Kara huffs a laugh, toeing out of her own shoes.
"I was going to say the purple Tom Ford, but I'm partial to the birthday suit as well."
"Don't get cheeky with me, Supergirl." The severe look on Lena's face might have worried others but Kara can see the smile pulling at her lips.
"Cheeky, huh?" Kara's hands drop to palm Lena's ass, squeezing suggestively.
Lena swats at her shoulder.
"Well if you're going to get violent Ms. Luthor." She ducks under Lena's grasp, using her handholds to hoist Lena over her shoulder.
"Hey!" Lena protests, fisting her hands in the back of Kara's shirt to try and maintain some semblance of control even as her legs kick helplessly in the air.
"That's Mrs. Luthor-Danvers to you!"
Kara's laugh echoes down the hall as she carries Lena to their bedroom.
"My apologies." She tosses Lena onto the bed, barely letting her settle from the bounce before crawling over her predatorily. "Mrs. Luthor-Danvers."
"Better." Lena breathlessly concedes before tugging Kara's lips down to hers.
Kara could spend hours kissing Lena - has spent hours kissing Lena - their mouths moving in a practiced dance that somehow leaves her satisfied and yet wanting more; tongues and lips bruised and tired.
But tonight, tonight she wants more.
Needs more.
And if Lena's moans and her nails digging into Kara's skin though her shirt are any indication, then Lena wants more too.
She buries her face in Lena's neck, reveling in the way her tongue and teeth draw out ragged gasps from the woman beneath her.
They both grind their hips, searching for friction, but Lena's dress is in the way. By some unspoken agreement, Lena lifts her hips and Kara balances on her knees and her mouth on Lena's shoulder - one hand pushing the dress up and out of the way and the other jerking Lena's panties down past her knees.
She has little time for a victory celebration though, because Lena uses her distraction at staying balanced to flip them over.
"Hey!" she half-heartedly protests, but it falls on deaf ears as Lena gives the seam of buttons on her dress shirt a sharp tug - sending buttons flying across the room.
Lena uses her hand on Kara's chest to balance as she leans back on her heels and as Kara takes in the scene; she would swear under oath that she'd never seen a more beautiful sight.
Lena's fancy dress is rucked up and twisted; and breasts that were once merely teasing their presence are now playing a very indecent game of hide and seek with every ragged breath her chest heaves. Her once immaculate lip stick is smeared almost pornographically, and more of her jet black locks are framing her face than are left in her bun.
"You're beautiful." Kara breathes out reverently, fingertips tracing an indistinct pattern up Lena's thigh.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go put on that Tom Ford suit - "
"Don't you dare put on any more clothes." Kara lets some of her signature 'Supergirl' authoritative tone leech into her voice, but Lena only laughs.
"Or what?" she teases, even as Karas hand slides between her legs and her fingers swipe through her slick.
"Or I'll have to rip them off of you."
"Is that a threat?" Lena moans as Kara's fingers explore her heat. "Or a promise?"
Kara grins wickedly, two fingers sinking into Lena's cunt with practiced ease.
"Oh, that's definitely a promise."
It's something she's watched probably a hundred times, but there's just something about Lena riding her fingers that she can't tear her eyes away from.
Kara's name sounds like a prayer on Lena's lips, and she can't help but feel a rush of pride at the blush that's spreading across Lena's chest.
One of Lena's hands is behind her on Kara's knee for leverage and support, and the other is fisted in the remnants of Kara's shirt. The green pendant that Kara made her for their last anniversary bounces just above her breasts, drawing Kara's attention but then Lena moans her name again, and she's distracted - watching pearly white teeth sink into maroon lipstick stained lips.
It's a beautiful thing watching Lena come undone, feeling Lena come undone.
The way her body rocks and trembles as she reaches the edge of orgasm, as she clenches around Kara's fingers, as her eyes roll back and drift closed- senses too overwhelmed to keep them open.
It's almost as beautiful as the lazy smile that crosses Lena's face as the last rhythmic shocks fade. The way her body sags almost in relief to be released from the building tension.
Almost as beautiful as the way Lena's hand pushes hers away as the stimulation becomes too much. The way she collapses next to Kara on the bed, already moving into snuggle position before her body fully hits the mattress. The way she pants as she joins her hand with Kara's and brings them to her lips to give an almost innocent kiss the fingers that brought her to ruin.
"That's - I'm just - give me a second." Lena pleads, but Kara only laughs placing a kiss to their joined hands herself before easing off the bed and slipping back to the living room to grab her phone.
"Hey!" Lena's weak protest calls after her. "Where are you going?"
Before the words have even completely left her mouth, Kara is rounding the doorway to the bedroom; taking in Lena's disheveled state with a grin.
"Well, I figure if we order those appetizers now, they'll be here by the time we finish the next round."