Chapter Twelve: Would You Do That for Me?
Kara thought a lot about what she wanted to say when she saw Lena again.
Stringing the words together in just the right order and at just the right time was no doubt going to be a separate ordeal entirely… but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, she thought. Kara arrived home after work that Friday afternoon, showered and grabbed the duffel bag she had packed the night before heading back out the door. She was excited that Lena could finally take some time away from work to escape reality with her, if only for another long weekend. Kara would happily take what she could get. Thoughts swarmed between her ears like an agitated colony of bees for miles and miles as she drove south toward the coast once more, and she used that time to recite—more like blunder—her way through what exactly she wanted to say. She had to make sure to not leave anything out, because if she was going to take that leap of faith and jump right in, then she'd do so properly, and with both feet.
"Don't sit there and think for a second that you've got all the time in the world, little sister. I know how long you take to do things… Make an exception for her."
Alex's words echoed in Kara's head from when she had sat her down just a week or so prior and told her point blank and in no uncertain terms that a year is long enough to decipher whether or not you love someone. Truly love them. Her sister knew that it would be difficult for her to translate her feelings into coherent sentences, because she knew Kara well enough to know that she actually feels much more than most people do—It's just that sometimes those feelings had a tendency to get a bit mixed up in the word department on their way out. So, her advice was: Go all in.
And Kara had decided then and there that she would.
The blonde had no middle speed to speak of, anyway. It was all or nothing, and she had been that way since childhood. Kara spent the remainder of her drive contemplating all of her feelings, and how best to pour them out in front of the woman that she loved.
Her drive to Cinnamon Shore somehow was a great deal shorter than the first time, she noticed. So much time had passed so easily when her head was so full that it could explode. Before Kara knew it, the road under her tires smoothed with windswept sand and she pulled up and parked on the street out in front of the familiar row of coastal beach homes. Quickly, the memories of that night over a year ago spent clambering up those steps and into the bedroom upstairs came rushing back to her. It felt as though it were only yesterday that they were last there, but she knew that since then the earth had managed to revolve all the way around the sun. Now they were back again, and Kara was ready to orbit the bright burning star that was Lena Luthor for many more revolutions to come.
Now all she had to do was just tell her.
With a deep, readying breath, Kara swung her duffel over a shoulder and jogged around to the back of the house. Recognizing the door facing the beach, she trod her boots upon the boarded steps leading out of the sand and finally came face to face with it. Her heart thumped wildly in her throat when she tapped her knuckles loudly on its sunbathed wood. Moments later, Lena swung the door open and smiled, leaning against its weathered frame.
Suddenly, all of Kara's words abandoned her. She stood there, stunned into silence.
How could you be any more beautiful since the last time I laid eyes on you?
Kara wondered how many more times this would keep happening after they spent any amount of time apart… or if it would never stop happening at all? If every time she greeted this woman her heart would pound like that then she'd surely forget that she even knew how to speak to begin with. It suddenly struck her that this was what her sister must feel every time she came home to her wife.
I'm in the right place.
I just know it.
Kara was quick to regain her senses and instead of words, she chose to take the last step up into the threshold of the small house and greet Lena with a long kiss. A soft sighed floated into her mouth and suddenly everything in the world was right again. When their lips parted, Lena laid her temple upon the rhythmic drumming of the muscle beneath Kara's chest.
"I've missed you." Lena said sweetly.
The way this woman could unburden her of all worry and woe just by saying such things… It unraveled the very strands of Kara's DNA and disassembled her completely, because she believed her. They stepped inside and kissed again, arms wrapping tightly around waist and shoulder.
I need to tell you something…
The door behind them shut with a -click-.
I love you more than life itself.
"I- I've missed you too, darlin'." Kara said it easily enough, though it wasn't exactly the admission she had planned on. Maybe it was best to warm up to it, as those three little words seemed to have dug their heels in at that particular moment. She had just gotten there, anyway. Kara knew she had time, and that the opportunity would present itself eventually.
Lena smiled and looped the strap of Kara's duffel off her shoulder, and the blonde leaned once more to kiss her upon her dimpled cheek. There came then another quiet, relieved sigh when a hand ran down the length of Kara's bicep. Lena was mapping the feel of her inch by solid inch as if she were a treasured thing and had been without her for far too long.
"You know, it was so hard to focus while I was in China… because all I could think about was the next time you would touch me." Lena's voice was sultry, and seductive. A fingertip plucked at the blonde's lower lip, compelling her to come forward again.
Kara grabbed her up in a way that was firm and resolute, and pulled her closer. Feeling wanted like this was intoxicating. "Is that right?"
The more possessive the blonde allowed her hands to be, the more the woman in them seemed to respond. Kara couldn't be sure, but this was what she felt like Lena craved most of all from her: Her confidence. While Kara desired the soft and affectionate parts of Lena, she felt that Lena in return desired the rough, passionate, and devastatingly strong parts of herself. The fact that she had realized they were both beyond willing to give these parts of themselves over to one other without hesitation settled any lingering dispute she had in her mind about how she felt. Not that there was much to dispute to begin with—Kara was hopelessly devoted to her. They were the sun and the moon; Two separate beings from entirely different backgrounds that complemented the other so flawlessly. They existed in perfect and immovable harmony.
Lena trembled faintly in Kara's embrace as she seemed to rally herself together in order to speak again. "I have something for you."
Curious, Kara thought. Lena almost seemed nervous for a moment. The blonde furrowed her brow then and blinked her understanding at the slightly smaller woman in front of her.
"Come with me." Lena said as she turned out of Kara's arms and led her up the nearby narrow staircase by a hand.
Once in the small bedroom upstairs, Lena placed a crushed velvet covered box onto the bed and gestured at it for Kara to open. Kara soon obliged her and opened its top, revealing a black leather harness and silicone strap-on that lay inside.
"What do you think?" The dark-haired woman asked with a tentative sort of patience.
Kara took her time looking over the objects with sincere interest and turned her head to look back at Lena. "I think that if this is something you want, chances are I'm gonna enjoy it." She knew she must have been a few shades of red by then judging by the heat that rushed into her cheeks and onto the tops of her ears.
"Okay, but it does come with a condition…" Lena slinked her way up to Kara's front and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, drawing her forward, "You know I love it when you fuck me, right?"
Kara's skin gathered tightly with goosebumps then as Lena's lips brushed the shell of her ear. The blonde nodded after a struggling for a split second to swallow past the large lump in her throat which she momentarily mistook for her heart.
Lena continued, "This time… I want you to make love to me."
Kara withstood the uncontrollable shudder that leapt upward through her spine, but only barely.
"Would you do that for me?" Lena asked.
Kara, lightheaded enough to feel faint, licked her lips and replied, "I don't think there's a single damn thing in this world that I wouldn't do for you."
The spark behind the kiss that followed was enough to stop her heart. Kara let loose a moan as Lena's lips glided over her own in a slow waltz, somehow softer than ever before. It was blissful, agonizing rapture to be kissed in such a way. Kara thought to herself, forget about food, forget about water, forget about work, or going home, or doing anything else ever again… It should be this and only this forever. A fire underneath her skin raced as Lena's tongue danced over her lower lip. The lithe, raven-haired woman was silently and expertly working her open like a well-guarded safe full of precious treasure—but little did Lena know that she had already stolen her heart.
Kara breathed her in. Nothing felt safer, nothing felt more right. Their hands moved unhurriedly over one another until they were both standing in naught but their skin, their clothes but a small hill of debris at their feet. All that was left was the chain hanging from Kara's neck which glinted beautifully against her tanned skin. It was as if Kara had been spelled. Did Lena possess some powerful and intense magic to make her feel this way? Had she fallen in love with a witch? All of her vulnerability had been scattered to the wind and pulled out to sea, somehow. She thought that she should feel more nervous, more anxious even, to be standing here naked and still as the night. Even if Lena were some sort of enchantress, the blonde knew that her feelings were her own.
Kara dared to smile while she stepped through the remarkably well-fitting harness. She noticed the phallus that came with it was fair in girth and accurately ribbed in life-like fashion as she placed it through the center ring and then cinched the leather tight at her hips. Suddenly, she felt a world of difference in how she held herself once she straightened and stood with it affixed to her body. Kara remarked inwardly about how she didn't feel strange at all—not like she thought she would—and that it even made her feel sort of powerful. Not in the way that she would be powerless without it, but it opened a door inside of her that led to something which apparently had always been there.
All she had ever needed was a key.
Lena took a step back and laid her willowy figure down on her side in the middle of the bed. The air in the room must have vanished then, because Kara had to will her lungs just to rake in a single breath.
"Lena, you are so beautiful." The words fell from Kara's mouth and hung in the air as she stood motionless for a moment, awestruck at the sight in front of her. She really is like a painting… Kara affirmed silently to herself as her gaze traveled the length of the dark-haired woman lying in the bed. She was almost Rubenesque in form, her skin supple at her waist where she propped the top half of her torso to sit up by an elbow. With a knee bent and an arm draped over the round prominence of her hip, Lena was slender but voluptuous at the same time. The swell of her breasts and the smooth, tenderness of her thighs made Kara's mouth water more than anything she had ever known. This curvy, arcane goddess had the full command of her attention, as well as her heart.
"You are too, Kara. I could look at you for days." Lena admitted shyly.
"Even with this?" Kara asked, gesturing her eyes downward as she wrapped a hand around the strap-on. Lena racked her body with a shiver when Kara touched it.
"Aye—" Lena said as she sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. "Especially with that."
Lena hooked a finger around the silver chain on Kara's neck and pulled gently, beckoning the blonde to come closer and onto the bed with her. Kara followed slowly and sat on her knees in front of her then. Her heart thundered rapidly as she leaned down and began trailing kisses from one of the smaller woman's ankles up to a knee, and then she palmed the curve of a calf and started drawing her in like rope. She pulled Lena into her lap and gave a great sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" Lena asked, capturing Kara's blue eyes.
Kara took in another deep breath and released it with a shiver, "I am more than okay."
Lena looked as if her heart had cracked wide open. Dainty hands bracketed Kara's jaw on each side and Lena began pouring kiss after kiss onto her lips. They were slow and gentle, with deep breaths in and out. When her hips shifted upward and slotted her center against the soft silicone between them, a quiet whimper slipped into Kara's mouth.
The blonde tremored with an exhale and pulled Lena against her by the waist, dragging her up and along the strap-on again. She did this over and over until a warm wetness spread over her lower abdomen where the phallus rested erect and at attention, and Kara knew then that the lubricant still resting in the box at the end of the bed was ultimately unnecessary. Lena was far beyond the point of turned on. She glowed in Kara's lap from the last remnants of golden sunlight passing over the skylight above them.
Kara lifted her slightly and reached down to grip the silicone between them with her other hand, angling its tip ever so slightly into the soft, slick flesh between Lena's legs. She began to run it back and forth over Lena's clit slowly, making her jolt slightly with the pressure. Their lips paused over one another as their bated breaths bathed them in a warm rhapsody.
"Kara, please…" Lena's voice was wrecked with want, jumping slightly again when the sensitive nub between her legs was given another patient swipe.
The word "powerful" now failed to describe what Kara felt. She had never been stronger; physically, emotionally… She would walk through fire, cross the harshest of deserts and swim entire oceans for Lena and whatever remained of her she would give willingly, even down to her last breath.
With her hand still on the pliant shaft below, Kara dropped her hips and pushed the tip inside. Lena tensed for a short moment with a quiet, clipped whimper and then took in a breath as if she had just re-entered her own body. Slowly, she pushed herself further onto Kara's cock and reveled in the feeling of her cunt being stretched and filled by her.
"Fuck—" Kara muttered quietly into the hollow space of Lena's neck. They paused there, shakily breathing each other in.
It was the most natural feeling in the world to Kara; being inside of Lena like this. The soft sigh that rolled out of the woman in her arms felt holier than the inside of any church Kara had ever entered. Lena was her sanctuary and she'd endeavor to spend the rest of her life worshipping her, mind, body, and spirit.
With each of her hands grasping the tops of Kara's defined shoulders, Lena lifted up carefully, drawing at least half of the strap out of her and then brought herself back down onto it. A long moan followed. She did it once more and then her hands propelled upward into beautiful golden tresses, her fingers tangling there with light scratches into Kara's scalp. Lena began to climb and descend onto Kara in a rhythm that mimicked the slow and gentle up and down bounce of a saddle.
Kara wanted to swim naked in Lena's warm exhaled breaths for an eternity. She couldn't put her finger on how exactly, but she felt like they belonged to her. Like they had always meant to belong to her. Now that the universe had flung them together in what was likely the most unexpected and unlikeliest of meetings ever known, Kara wouldn't dare to forsake her good fortune. Not in a million years.
Several minutes of mind-bending, passionate sexual reverie passed between them as Lena rode Kara toward oblivion. All of the sudden, Kara hiked her hips upward in a spike on one of Lena's descents, making the dark-haired woman cry out.
"God-! Oh, God do it again…"
In an instant, every millimeter of muscle and tendon on Kara's body worked in determined unison as she rocked her hips firmly upward into Lena again. A slight -smack- came from beneath them as the skin from the tops of Kara's thighs met the insides of Lena's.
"Yes—" Lena moaned. Kara bucked hard into her again. "Take it, it's yours."
Lena's words brought a deep growl out from the middle of Kara's chest, and in the very next moment Lena was suddenly on her back. Kara had raised them up with her knees and collapsed forward on top of Lena on the bed, which elicited a surprised yelp from the smaller woman beneath her as soon as her back had hit the mattress. The blonde then raised her knees higher on the bed to leverage her hips as she brought them into Lena again and began a surging rhythm of pushing into her hard, and slow. Kara buried her face back into the crook of Lena's neck and positioned an ear at her mouth, where quiet sobs and pleasured keens escaped between small, ragged breaths.
Their hands found each other, quickly interweaving their fingers together. Kara raised them above their heads and pushed them into the mess of pillows at the headboard as she drove into Lena. The muscles in her core burned, and small beads of sweat began to form between the shoulder blades on her back. Clumsy forehead touches and broken, whimpering kisses kept her grounded.
Just like their first time, Lena's moans began to stagger higher in pitch and eventually reached a melodic staccato in time with Kara's thrusts. Her legs began to shake. Lena then hiked her knees as high as they would go and crossed her ankles together over Kara's lower back. To her benefit, this shifted her hips into a tilt which allowed the strap to plunge into her deeper.
It was almost too intense. Kara didn't possess a single doubt that she could make Lena orgasm like this and quickly remembered that she had agreed to make love to her instead of fucking her until she was boneless, so the blonde began slowing the movement of her hips and winded them back down to a meager, less earth-shattering pace. She released Lena's hands above their heads then and placed one of her own on a thigh that was wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Relax baby, let me love you." Kara whispered, kissing Lena on the overwhelmingly sharp slope of her mandible. A soft, agreeing mewl floated up and out of Lena's throat and her eyelids fluttered helplessly. She ran her tongue over her lips then and nodded, catching her breath.
Dangerously closer than ever to speaking those three, world upending words, Kara made a split-second decision and chose to wait for a finer, less vulnerable time to say them. She wanted not for her passion to be the driving force behind them, but the truth of her heart.
She tilted her gaze down toward the small, thin space between their bodies and watched as she backed her hips away, drawing out the strap until maybe two to three inches remained inside of Lena. The woman beneath her moaned then with a glorious quiver as Kara began caressing that sacred spot which had a way of unraveling her like a spun wool doll.
"There's my girl…" Kara said, pistoning her hips in a calm, repetitive and slow motion.
It didn't take long for Lena to bellow her release on the side of Kara's face. The entire length of her from toe tip to crown snapped taut and her heels dug into the blonde's sacrum, pushing the strap deeper inside and trapping it there. Lena's back arched sharply before it bowed again, over and over in rapturous convulsions until their waved intensity began to finally subside.
The blonde hovering over her shook hard enough to vibrate the mattress beneath them. She was witnessing magic, unbridled in its purest form. Seconds away from coming undone herself, Kara desperately wished to continue moving her hips. The strength and willpower it took to remain still as Lena fell apart underneath her while she was still sheathed deeply inside of her was almost too much to bear.
Kara had watched Lena being ripped from her body and thrust back into it with a shockingly powerful orgasm and now that the raven-haired woman had blinked her way back to reality, she unlatched her undoubtedly aching fingers from Kara's biceps and dragged them along the sweet, rolling hills and valleys of her brachioradialis, flexors, and smaller radialis muscles of her forearms. It was a slow and tender stroll along precious sinew and fiber, and Kara devoted every firing synapse of her mind to cataloging and memorizing each touch from the woman she loved. For she did love her madly, and with every thundering beat of her heart. It would take little to nothing to break open wide and empty every inch of herself into the woman below her now.
Lena wet her lips in a mad attempt to speak, "Don't stop, please."
Nearly breathless, Kara roiled her fists into the quilt beneath them and her elbows dropped flat on the mattress, bracing Lena on either side just above her small, pointed shoulders. She knew that she had about three, maybe four pumps left in her and she was going to make each of them count. The blonde groaned in anticipation and backed her hips away, pulling out of Lena almost to the tip. Then she rocked forward, hard and careful, all the way back into her. This made Lena cry out in heavenly chorus with Kara and her hands, frantic to find a hold once more on the shuddering frame above her, anchored themselves to the tall trapezius muscles that sat atop Kara's collarbones just in time for the next thrust. It rocked her forward, and a strangled moan lurched its way into the underside of her jaw. Lena ran her hands down from the lateral trapezius muscles of Kara's shoulders and then sank her nails into the vertical, triangular shaped ones on either side of her spine.
"Cum inside me..." Lena said in a hurried gasp before Kara could buck into her again.
Kara jolted at the words and jutted her hips twice roughly into Lena before she fell apart. She pushed as far forward as her knees could take her and her back bent splendidly into an arch where Lena clawed. Painted black nails scraped perfect red lines down the smooth rigidness of it as Kara peaked. If their souls had indeed left their bodies, they might have lingered in their divinity for a moment above them before reentering their mortal coils, with neither woman being none the wiser.
Panting exhaustedly, Kara's limbs finally gave out and she collapsed onto Lena. Every inch of their sensitive skin was arcing into each other with a charged surge of electricity. Heavy breaths fell languidly onto flushed cheeks and for a moment, Kara wasn't sure where she ended and where Lena began. Their tangled limbs were wrapped delicately around each other as if they were creeping vines over long forgotten tombstones. They were perfectly enmeshed this way, and it was everything Kara could do to keep from bursting into tears. The overwhelming emotional toll on her body begged to be let out from behind her stinging eyes. Instead, she collected that feeling and chose to stow it temporarily beneath her ribs for a time where she could gather Lena's full attention and use her words. When she would tell her:
I love you.
Kara felt like she owed the woman so much more than just her tears, anyway. She would have thrust a fist inside of her own chest to rip out her still-beating heart, just to offer it to her. It belonged to her, this she was more sure of than anything else. Lena had breathed life into her, and Kara would repay her any way that she could—if ripping her own heart out were even possible. She had not yet seen the world beyond as Lena had, but she longed to give it to her in abundance. She would rope the moon and drag it down to earth for her, whether she had asked for it or not.
The bones inside of her limbs felt heavy as she slowly shifted to lay alongside the warm body next to her. Blue and green eyes smiled at her tiredly then, and Kara was content to fall endlessly into those bewitching pools. Within them she could see fields of green blanketed with wild heather, deep blue locháns and small, tender smiling faces of children that looked just like her. Dark haired and beautifully dimpled.
For now, Kara resolved to save her confessions for the right time. The night had not yet fallen, and they still had much to catch up on... If only they could get themselves out of bed, first.