Chapter 2
Two days later, Kara awakens, her body cocooned in the warm embrace of a sunbed, swathed in the glow of sunlamps. Her eyes flutter open, grappling with disorientation. "What..." she murmurs, her voice a tentative whisper in the bright room.
"You're at the DEO," Alex's voice slices through the fog of confusion, responding to the unspoken query dancing on Kara's lips. "You were seduced by the siren call of red kryptonite. We managed to ensnare you mere hours later. Did anything... unusual transpire?" Alex's eyes flicker momentarily to her tablet, her fingers dancing across the surface, capturing elusive data like a painter strokes color onto a canvas.
Kara's mind reels, bombarded by a torrent of flashbacks from the velvet darkness of the previous night—images of Lena, her moans a haunting melody, her pleas an echoing refrain demanding more. A blush, like the first kiss of sunrise, crests Kara's cheeks.
"Kara? Are you with me?" Alex's voice, tinged with concern, and her touch, gentle on Kara's shoulders, anchor her to the now. "Sorry, Alex, could you repeat that?" Kara stumbles over her words.
Alex's eyebrow arches, a silent scepter of inquiry. "I asked if anything unusual happened while you were under the spell of the red kryptonite." Kara shakes her head, her locks a curtain of denial. "Uh... no, nothing. I must have just flown around a bit," she offers, her voice a guarded fortress. Some secrets must remain shrouded in shadows, and the night with Lena is decidedly one of them. Alex, satisfied or perhaps choosing not to probe, conducts a few more diagnostics before allowing Kara to leave.
Once home, Kara bids a hurried farewell to Alex and collapses onto her couch. Her mind races, haunted by questions. What has she unleashed? How could this have happened? She curses the red kryptonite, that treacherous stone that beckons the deepest yearnings from their hiding places. Of all the paths in the universe, it had steered her to Lena's door. She buries her face in her palms, trying to dam the flood of tears. The red kryptonite has shattered everything. She can never reveal her true identity to Lena now, not after that night. Her actions, driven by the intoxicating power of the stone, have fractured their friendship beyond repair. And Lena... Lena had surrendered not to her, but to Supergirl, the dauntless heroine who had nothing better to do than succumb to her desires. Kara feels tarnished, polluted, and weeps until exhaustion claims her, dragging her into a restless slumber.
When she awakens, darkness has already claimed the sky. Glancing at her phone, she realizes it's past 11 PM. Messages from both Lena and Alex await her, but Kara lacks the strength to confront them. Emptiness gnaws at her, a voracious void, her head pounding with regret. Perhaps she should visit Lena, ensure she's alright. But as Supergirl, she cannot face Lena; as Kara Danvers, she cannot meet her gaze. The weight of betrayal is a heavy cloak around her shoulders. If only she could reclaim the confidence that had surged through her veins last night, perhaps then, things might be simpler. She could speak to Lena, explain everything.
Or maybe... Kara shakes her head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it arises. But then, perhaps not. All she might need is a touch of that artificial courage to clear the air. She could visit Lena as Supergirl, offer apologies, beseech her to forget. Later, when calm has been restored, she could unveil the truth. Bolstered by this fragile plan, she rises and soars out the window. Her destination is clear—the DEO, in search of the remnants of the red kryptonite.
Xxx Several hours later xxX
Kara's senses buzz with the renewed vigor of the kryptonite. The feeling is exhilarating, infusing her with boundless confidence and the sensation of being unstoppable. She relishes the feeling of omnipotence as she floats high above the city, surveying the world from her celestial vantage point. Yet, despite the allure of the skies, her thoughts draw her irresistibly towards Lena.
Touching down with a soft impact, Kara finds Lena on the terrace, lost in thought with a glass of scotch. The night air does little to cool the fire that Kara feels within.
"Ms. Luthor… Lena," Kara calls out, her voice steady but her pulse racing with a cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation. Lena's gaze meets hers, an unspoken understanding flickering between them. Kara's resolve firms—she had come here with a purpose.
"Supergirl…" Lena's voice is a mix of caution and curiosity. They share a moment of silent communion, each measuring the other's intentions.
"What brings you here tonight?" Lena finally breaks the silence, her tone guarded. Her attire is sharp and dark, contrasting with the vibrant colors Supergirl is known for.
The space between them diminishes as they draw nearer to one another. Kara's thoughts whirl with the possibilities of this encounter—one final touch, one last embrace.
Leaning in, Kara brushes her lips against Lena's in a kiss featherlight yet charged with meaning. She pauses, a breath away from Lena's lips, gauging her reaction. The hesitation is fleeting as Lena responds, deepening the kiss into a fervent exploration that pulls them closer. "I need you, Lee," Kara murmurs as their lips part, Lena's slight nod and smile signaling her acquiescence.
With mutual consent, they retreat from the prying eyes of the world outside and move into the sanctuary of Lena's kitchen. The familiarity of the setting does little to calm the storm of emotions swirling between them.
Inside, Kara gently guides Lena against the kitchen counter. Her hands are both tender and commanding as she brushes aside Lena's dark curls to kiss her neck. Lena gasps, her resistance crumbling under the tender assault of Kara's lips and roaming hands.
"I want to feel you," Kara whispers, pressing Lena back against the cool marble of the counter. She deftly removes Lena's skirt and undergarments, her touches growing bolder. Lifting Lena onto the counter, Kara parts her thighs with a gentle yet insistent pressure, securing her own position between them.
Kara's hands explore with unrestrained fervor, tearing open Lena's blouse to reveal the lace of her bra, which soon follows, discarded carelessly aside. Her fingers trace fire across Lena's skin, teasing and pinching with a precision that draws moans from deep within Lena.
Their movements are fervent and frenzied, a dance of desire that knows no restraint. Kara's thrusts, potent and unyielding, are met with equal fervor by Lena, who clings to her with a desperation that matches the intensity of their union.
As Lenas climax build, Kara's lips find her ear, her bite sharp enough to mark but not mar. The pain is sweet, intoxicating, mingling perfectly with the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm them both. Lena's response is a crescendo of sound that fills the kitchen, marking their peak with a symphony of passion.
Afterward, as they catch their breath, Kara plants a soft kiss on Lena's neck, her whisper almost a regret. "I must go, Lee, forgive me." Lena turns just in time to see Supergirl vanish—a specter of the night, leaving behind a lingering warmth and the faint echo of a nickname that brings a soft, solitary smile to Lena's lips. Never before had a name meant so much.
I am giving this story a second chance with another chapter, but I have not yet received any reviews or comments from you. What are your thoughts on this story? Should I continue writing, or should I stop? I'd appreciate your feedback:)