Chapter 4
For hours, Kara has been struggling to complete an article about the new children's hospital that Lena has sponsored. Her hands tremble so much that she repeatedly makes typing errors. She feels cold and feverish.
"Kara?" Kara nearly falls off her office chair, knocking her half-full coffee mug off the desk in the process. "Shit… Lena!" exclaims Kara. "Oh God, Kara, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"
Kara feels like a deer caught in headlights. She has been avoiding Lena for days. As Kara Danvers, she feels insecure. Lena would despise Supergirl if she knew that it was just Kara behind the facade. She would never have gotten involved with Supergirl if she knew it was Kara. Just Kara. That she, Kara Danvers, has nothing in common with the confident woman who lands on Lena's terrace in the sexy black suit at night and elicits sounds that would make the normal Kara blush.
"Lena…what are you doing here?" The sharp undertone in Kara's voice does not escape Lena. "Kara, what's wrong? You really don't look good. Are you sick? Should I drive you home?" Lena notices that Kara looks even worse than on her last visit. The small beads of sweat on Kara's forehead, her dull, red eyes, and Kara's tremor really worry Lena. She is deeply concerned for her best friend.
"Leave me alone, Lena. I really don't have time." With these harsh words, Kara stands up and brushes past Lena out of the office. She needs to get out of here, away from Lena. She needs distance. Lena's intoxicating scent awakens memories of past nights and Kara can barely suppress the urge to touch her. "I have to go, Lena. I'm sorry." Lena stops and watches Kara leave. She feels thrown back a few hours, to when Supergirl had said the same words to her. It seems all the women in her life are turning away from her. Lena shakes her head, also turns around, and leaves the now-empty office. Should she call Alex and ask what's going on with Kara? Or would that be too intrusive? She stares at her phone. Alex Danvers doesn't like her, that much is clear to Lena. And she doesn't trust her. The Luthor surname typically brings rejection, especially from nationals, like Alex. Lena is also aware that the FBI monitors and checks on her now and then. But so far, she has never given Kara's sister even the slightest reason to doubt her. And yet, Alex seems to hate her. So no, calling Alex is definitely not an option. Lena exhales heavily and heads to L-Corp.
Kara slumps on her couch, eyeing the red liquid on the coffee table. She should throw it away. But with the red stuff in her veins, she feels so alive, so strong and confident. All her doubts seem erased. "I am nothing without you…" Kara mutters. With trembling fingers, she reaches for it and turns the vial in her fingers. The last vial. After this, she would either have to go back to the DEO and get more, or stop. But why stop when it feels so good? Snorting, she sets the container back on the coffee table and runs her hands desperately through her hair. Her circulation has been erratic for hours. Her pulse is much too fast. She closes her eyes and leans back to let the wave of nausea pass. But this time it doesn't work. With the last of her strength, she runs to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. The gagging seems endless, and Kara feels like she might die. When she finally recovers slightly, she collapses on the cool bathroom floor and curls into a ball. Lena. She misses Lena so much. The exhaustion of withdrawal mercilessly grips her, and Kara falls into a fitful sleep.
The ringing of her phone awakens Kara, and she curses her super hearing. A human would have just continued sleeping, but Kara hears the faint ringing of the phone in her bag throughout the apartment all the way to the bathroom. Groaning, she gets up. Annoyed, she realizes that her bones ache from sleeping on the hard stone floor, and a new wave of nausea forces her to her knees. She holds on to the toilet seat with one hand and presses the other to her mouth. Cold sweat runs down her back. It takes minutes before she recovers, but the caller is persistent and the phone is still ringing.
"Hello?" Kara notices that her voice is hoarse.
"Kara? Did you...sleep?" Alex sounds concerned.
"Yes… uh… no… just a short power nap."
"Kara, where are you? We have emergencies, bank robberies, shootings, and so on. What's wrong with you? J'onn has been covering for you as Supergirl for over two weeks…"
Kara stops listening to Alex. She sits on the floor, leaning against the couch, and stares again at the vial with the red liquid. Normally, she only took a half dose, but last time the effect didn't last long enough. Kara closes her eyes. She should throw it away.
"Kara? Kara, are you listening? Cat Grant is also asking for you! And J'onn can't cover that visit for you!"
"Yeah Alex, okay. I'll stop by Cat's. Everything is fine. Don't worry."
With these words, Kara ends the conversation and once again eyes the vial. Last dose, this time not just half, but a whole one - and then she would end it. It's actually surprising that no one at the DEO has noticed the missing vials yet.
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Lena's day was exhausting, not just because of the many meetings, but also because she could hardly concentrate in the sessions. But as the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company, one can afford these lapses. After leaving work early, she sits with a glass of wine and a magazine on her white sofa. A breaking news alert on TV suddenly captures Lena's interest. Supergirl has thrown Cat Grant off a balcony and caught her just before the deadly impact. Just as Lena wonders whether she now has to worry about Supergirl as well as Kara, she hears the familiar dull thud on her terrace.
"Miss Luthor…" Lena sees an unfamiliar sparkle in her eyes. Is she going to throw her over the railing too? Out of reflex, her gaze drifts back to the still-on TV. „Vultures," Supergirl snorts. "That bitch Cat Grant really thought she could control me. Someone had to show her what true power is." Lena can't see any sign of Supergirl's usual warmth and kindness in that moment. The gentleness that had enveloped her on previous evenings, to which Lena had hopelessly succumbed, seems swept away. But instead of following her instinct and stepping back, Lena moves forward.
"Supergirl…" Lena's voice is gentle, but firm. The blonde steps closer to Lena until their faces are just a few millimeters apart. "What?" she hisses. If Lena weren't a Luthor, she might have recoiled by now. But her poker face is perfect even now. Lena has seen too much of this soft, gentle core on the many evenings Supergirl has visited her in the past weeks to be intimidated by the hard shell the blonde superheroine is currently displaying.
Lena lifts her hand and gently touches the flushed cheek of the blonde. "What's wrong, honey?" she strokes with her thumb gently over her tanned, warm skin, and Kara closes her eyes. With this one touch, her racing thoughts fall silent. The unbridled anger she felt just moments ago dissipates into nothing. Kara leans slightly into the touch and opens her eyes. The world stands still when she looks into those concerned green eyes. "Lee…" Kara's voice is hoarse, broken. A single tear escapes her eye, and Lena kisses the salty corner of her mouth. "There you are," whispers Lena, a wave of relief flooding through her.
Kara rests her forehead against Lena's. How much she wishes that Lena knew who she really is. That in this moment, she could be more than just this version of Supergirl in the black suit, who seduces Lena time and again. But that wish would probably forever remain unfulfilled. One last time she has come here, to Lena. To the saving arms of Lena, after she once again wanted to see the world burn, after rage had completely consumed her again.
"What do you need?" murmurs Lena. Very softly, so as not to break the moment of absolute silence between them. The answer is brief and so simple. "You." Kara kisses Lena, as if it were the last time they could feel each other. A hungry, demanding kiss with the promise of so much more. With ease, Kara lifts Lena, who swings her legs around Kara's waist. "Bedroom?" asks Supergirl between hot kisses. "Second… doo… door… left," replies Lena, barely able to form a complete sentence as the blonde's hard fingers massage her buttocks and she buries her head deep between Lena's breasts, distributing wet kisses.
Lena is gently set down and, in one fluid motion, turned around. Supergirl pulls down the zipper of her dress, which reaches down to Lena's buttocks, and unfastens the clasp of the black bra. Then she slides her fingers under the dress and under the fabric of the bra, where she massages Lena's full breasts. "You are beautiful, Lena Luthor," she whispers into Lena's ear and kisses her on the neck. The last clear thought Lena can form is the realization that this all-powerful goddess, who nearly killed Cat Grant an hour ago and could tear Lena apart without much effort, can be so gentle and so sensual—and that fact makes Lena incredibly wet. She, a Luthor, has tamed the beast in the Super. As Kara penetrates her with her index and middle fingers of her right hand and bends them slightly, Lena's mind is void of all thoughts. She somehow missed when the blonde superheroine took off her dress and underwear. It doesn't take long before Lena comes loudly and hard for the first time, seeking support in the strong arms.
Supergirl turns her around and kisses her softly before gently pushing her onto the bed and kneeling in front of her. She pulls Lena forward by the thighs and licks her lips. "I can't…" Kara silences Lena with a kiss before working her way down her cheekbones, her neck, over her collarbone to her breasts. Lena braces herself on her arms. "I want to taste you." Just those words would have almost given Lena her next orgasm, and she moans loudly as she feels the hard tongue at her wet center.
Kara enjoys the taste of Lena in her mouth and the sounds she elicits. She takes her time, exploring every millimeter. Lena has thrown her head back and is muttering incoherently. Kara smiles. She loves feeling how close Lena is to climax, listening to the sound of her racing heart, and hearing it skip a beat at individual touches. She feels Lena's walls clamp around her fingers, curls her fingers, and sucks hard one last time to give Lena the deserved orgasm. Kara looks up and watches as Lena's body arches. She enjoys the breathtaking sight as wave after wave of pleasure courses through Lena's body. How Lena Luthor, in all her beautiful glory, cums because of her, Supergirl.
It takes minutes before Lena recovers. She has leaned forward and is lying over Kara's shoulder. Kara has pulled her very close, sitting between her legs and drawing large circles on Lena's back with her fingertips. Lena slowly leans back and places her hands on Kara's cheeks. Lena has noticed how much gentler and more considerate Supergirl was this time. How a spark of desperation, sorrow, and pain lay in those touches. On Supergirl's first visit, she was teasing. A lightness accompanied her; it was more a one-night stand, a satisfaction of drives. But this time was different. Somehow, Supergirl has touched Lena's soul, and she is sure that the blonde superhero feels the same.
Kara sees the fatigue and exhaustion in Lena's eyes. Without words, Lena pulls Supergirl into bed with her, and for the first time, Kara lets herself be drawn in. Just once more she wants to hold Lena. She pulls the blanket over Lena's naked body, presses a kiss directly to the spot behind Lena's ear, and whispers a "Good night, Lee," before wrapping her strong arms around Lena. Lena moves even closer and relaxes. Just sleep a little, just close her eyes for a moment before she will talk to Supergirl, Lena decides, and falls asleep with a smile on her face as she hears the pet name Supergirl murmurs into her ear with a sleepy voice.
Are you still with me on this one;-)?