Hi everyone

Here it is: a new Supergirl story directly from my pen. This time with a happy ending, I promise ;-)! I would love to hear your reviews and whether I should continue writing.

Love, sombaf

Chapter 1

The anger from James's rejection still courses through Kara's body. She feels herself vibrating, her blood boiling with rage. Who does he think he is? She is Supergirl, the strongest person in the world. Stronger than Clark Kent. And James rejects her? She storms out of the club, slamming the door so hard it nearly comes off its hinges. The night is cool, but Kara's body still burns with fury. She tears off her dress, throws her head back, and shoots into the sky with a scream filled with hate. For a moment, she hovers above the city, watching the pitiful, weak humans as they walk the streets, hearing their conversations, arguments, and discussions. She needs to control this all-consuming, boiling rage, calm her racing thoughts, and slow her rapid breathing. Kara closes her eyes, focusing on the city's noise, searching for a specific sound.

There it is, that one heartbeat. It stands out from all the other sounds, unique like a snowflake. It usually beats in a regular, slow rhythm, just like now. Kara listens for a moment and feels the tension leave her. Just seconds ago, she felt restless, driven, and infinitely hateful. But the longer she listens to the soothing rhythm of that one heart, the more her rage seems to dissipate and vanish into thin air. Kara feels a magical pull towards this one heart, this one person. She loves hearing it beat a little faster, a little more irregularly, or skip a beat whenever their eyes meet.

Without consciously guiding herself, she finds herself flying towards her. Kara lands on the spacious terrace; the window is open, welcoming the cool breeze after a warm spring day. She leans against the window frame with her arms crossed, watching her. She is bent over her laptop at the kitchen counter, typing and scrolling through documents and blueprints with her left hand, holding something small and square in her right. The table is strewn with papers, screwdrivers, and other tools. Somewhere, there's a glass of wine.

Lena is barefoot, wearing tight black yoga pants and a loose gray knit sweater. The neckline is so wide it has slipped off her right shoulder, revealing her perfect, pale skin. Her hair falls over her left shoulder, as it does most evenings. Kara takes a deep breath and smells the unmistakable scent of Lena's fruity body lotion. Until now, Kara has always resisted the urge to touch her. But not today. No matter how wrong it might be, today Kara needs to feel her, to feel Lena's skin under her fingertips. Kara feels her usually steely self-control slowly but inevitably slipping away. She feels an uncontrollable desire for this one woman, in whose presence the whole world becomes silent, where Kara always finds this unique calm when everything becomes too much. Be it as Supergirl or as Kara Danvers.

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Lena has been working almost non-stop for days. She hasn't slept enough and hasn't eaten enough. She can't make a breakthrough on her latest project, a kryptonite shield for Supergirl's suit. Frustrated, she takes another sip of red wine before throwing the small device across the room with a furious "Damn it!" When the expected crash of it hitting the floor or a wall doesn't come, Lena looks up, confused.

Supergirl stands at the end of the room, holding the small technical device in her hand. She tilts her head slightly, an unusually critical sparkle in her eyes.

"I hope that wasn't important, Miss Luthor," she says, her voice deeper and huskier than usual.

Lena slowly rises from her chair, a hint of concern on her face. "That was supposed to help protect you…why are you here? And what's with this new suit?" Lena nods towards the black suit Supergirl is wearing today, a stark contrast to her usual colorful costume.

Supergirl twirls once, the black cape fluttering slightly. "Do you like the new look? I thought it was time for a little change. Something darker… something more serious."

"It's… different. What's going on, Supergirl? You don't seem like yourself." Lena steps closer, her eyes full of concern.

Supergirl smirks, a hint of arrogance in her smile. "Who says I'm not myself? Maybe this is the purest form of me. The unrestrained version."

Lena shakes her head slightly, her mistrust growing. "You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Supergirl. I understand that it's sometimes difficult. But this suit… this isn't you."

"Sometimes, one needs to reinvent oneself. Maybe now is my time." Supergirl takes another step towards Lena, her presence almost overwhelming. "Do you know what I think, Miss Luthor? I think you need a change too."

Lena studies her for a moment. "Change can be good, but not if it means losing yourself…"

Supergirl smiles, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, believe me, Miss Luthor: I've never been more myself than I am right now." She steps closer to Lena.

"What do you want?" Lena asks.

"What if I said I want something only you can give me?" Her voice is soft, enticing.

"And what would that be?" Lena asks cautiously, her heart beginning to beat faster as Supergirl comes even closer.

"Let me think…" Supergirl whispers, raising her hand to gently touch Lena's cheek. "How about a kiss?"

Her proximity is captivating, and the air between them vibrates with unspoken tension.

"A kiss?" Lena asks, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Why so shocked? You're a quite desirable woman, Miss Luthor," Supergirl replies with a flirtatious smile.

Lena looks at her thoughtfully. "Thank you, I guess."

"You're very welcome. So, about this kiss?" Supergirl suggests, indicating her lips.

Instead of responding, Lena gently grabs Supergirl's face and pulls her in, closing the distance between them with a determined yet tender kiss. Supergirl smiles broadly and returns the kiss with an intensity that surprises Lena. Suddenly, she lifts Lena into her arms and carries her to the sofa. She gently sets Lena down and then kneels between Lena's open legs.

Lena looks at her expectantly, her breathing already quickening in anticipation. Supergirl gently strokes Lena's thighs as she slowly moves closer. With both hands, she carefully removes Lenas Yoga Pants and underware, her eyes still locked on Lena's face, seeking permission.

"Is this okay, Miss Luthor?" Supergirl whispers, her voice rough with desire. Lena nods, and Supergirl pulls her down for another passionate kiss. As their lips part, Lena looks directly at Supergirl and softly says, "Lena…please call me Lena."

Supergirl smiles gently and begins her tender exploration. Her tongue teases at first, then becomes more confident, playing with Lena's most sensitive spots. Lena gasps softly, grabbing Supergirl's hair and pulling her closer, encouraged by every touch that drives her closer to the edge of pleasure.

Supergirl pauses, pulling back slightly and letting her tongue slowly and torturously glide over Lena's most sensitive spot. "Patience, Lena," she murmurs, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want to savor every second."

Lena moans and lifts her hips slightly, a silent plea for more. "Please, Supergirl…" she begs, her voice full of longing.

"I want you to beg," Supergirl demands, shifting her kisses to Lena's inner thighs, teasing the skin there but withholding fulfillment. Her hands massage Lena's hips, heightening the anticipation.

"You're driving me crazy," Lena pants, her fingers tightening in Supergirl's hair.

"That's the plan," Supergirl whispers before finally returning to Lena's wet center, her tongue applying more pressure. Lena moans loudly, her body arching with desire.

But once again, Supergirl slows her movements, keeping Lena on the brink of relief without giving her the final push. "Supergirl, please…" Lena pleads, her body trembling with frustration.

"Just a little longer…" Supergirl replies quietly, her eyes glinting with pleasure. "I want to feel how much you want it."

Lena gasps, her breathing becoming erratic as Supergirl moves her tongue again with unbearable slowness. "Please…" Lena moans again, her hands now gripping the sofa cushions tightly.

Finally, Supergirl relents, her movements becoming faster and more intense as she holds Lena tightly while she reaches her climax. "Cum for me, Lena," she murmurs, her voice a command.

Lena lets out a soft scream as relief washes over her, her muscles tensing and relaxing in quick waves. Supergirl holds her close, kissing her gently and letting the final tremors subside.

As Lena recovers, she smiles weakly and looks gratefully at Supergirl. "That was…."

Supergirl stands up, a satisfied smile on her lips. She kisses Lena gently before saying, "I have to go. Take care of yourself, Lena."

With these words, she turns to leave. Lena reflexively grabs her hand. "Stay."

Supergirl turns one last time and smiles. "I can't. Thank you for… everything. Thank you." She kisses Lena once more on her swollen lips, brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, and disappears into the night.