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Revenge; a dish best served cold. But she’s never been particularly patient.
*
Lena gets herself in trouble, real trouble, and just waits until there’s a swoosh of air and the rattle of metal against metal, and there’s a knight in shining armor saving her from-- from a problem Lena personally devised.
“Lena-- Ms. Luthor,” she says. “Are you alright?”
There was a time, god, there was a time, when those words meant something to her. Meant everything.
“I’m fine,” Lena says, her hand gripping Supergirl’s arm. “I’m--”
“Can I take you home?” she says. “Can I--”
“Yes,” Lena says, smiling as the woman falls so neatly into her trap. “You can take me home.”
*
“So, I fucked Supergirl,” Lena admits to her best friend, after too many mimosas; piles of eggs and bacon gone. She’s proud, she’s so proud that the truth tastes delicious in her mouth.
Kara nods, almost sagely. “I see,” she says with a hiccup, reaching for her glass and swallowing it down.
“I’m going to do it again,” Lena says, feeling reckless. A surge of joy resonating through her. “And again and again until I break her.”
“Lena--,” Kara starts.
“I’m her weakness,” Lena says. “And that’s something. That means something.”
“You might be, but--”
“Don’t take her side,” Lena says, warning.
Kara sits back. Opens her mouth. “You know where my loyalties lie.”
Lena’s lips rise in a smile; cruel.
*
When it happens the first time, Supergirl freezes against her, her limbs in a rigid tension. Frozen as Lena’s lips meet hers. A firm and steady pressure. Lena’s hand wanders to the other woman’s skirt, and her fingers press against the slip of thigh beneath.
“I’m sorry,” Lena whispers, “You can stop me if--”
And Supergirl’s mouth opens as if to speak, but she pushes in instead. Kissing words out of Lena’s mouth, and opening up.
*
When it happens the first time, Lena revels at how sweet she tastes. It’s not just the ease in which it happens, it’s the submission.
*
Teschmacher brings her a coffee and a spreadsheet of calculations. Lena’s daydreaming as she reads them, her fingers against the screen but her mind elsewhere.
The coffee is cold before she touches it.
*
“I’m not your--” Supergirl starts before Lena presses in two fingers, finding purchase through the wetness she finds. Fucks in hard before pulling out and fucking in again.
“I don’t care what you are,” Lena says and fucks in again, her mouth moving in to devour--
*
The sex is good, Lena thinks. Best she’s had in years. Admits that some of it has to do with Supergirl’s power; the strength in her arm and the stamina in her blood. Some of it has to do with how soft she is for Lena, how delicate she holds her. As if Lena is something precious. Something that could break in her embrace.
Most of it has to do with how much, how much Lena hates her.
*
“You know I don’t talk to her now,” Kara says. “You’re my friend and I’m--”
“I respect that,” Lena says. “I appreciate that.” And she takes a long drink of red wine. “But it’s more fun if you keep up the ruse. I need her to know I’m available tomorrow. After lunch. My apartment.”
“I’m not your--”
“You don’t have to,” Lena says, sharp. And then her lips curve up into a smile. “But I’d be so grateful.”
*
Lena eats her out for an hour, at least. Making her come so loud that the apartment seems to shake. Lena eats her out and pushes her hard to a mewling, whimpering sort of place. Pulls away, and watches her writhe against the bedsheets.
How easy this is, she thinks.
How easy this is to destroy her, she thinks.
“Can I--” Supergirl starts and Lena shushes her.
“No,” she says. “You can’t.”
*
It’s six days before she lets Supergirl touch her, and when she does, it’s electric.
Lena’s playing a dangerous game, and she knows it. Because no one, no one has ever made her come like Supergirl can.
*
“What’s your goal?” Kara says over eggs benedict and a monopoly of sweet red berries. “With Supergirl, I mean. She tells me--”
“She tells you what,” Lena interrupts.
“She tells me she doesn’t know what’s happened. What you want.” Kara says, her voice soft as a feather.
Lena shoves a strawberry in her mouth, chews delicately as she thinks. There’s a drop of juice at her mouth, and it rolls down her chin. She lets it linger. “What do I want,” Lena says before dabbing her face with a napkin. She leans back in her chair. “I want her to suffer.”
*
There’s a gang that kidnaps her, threatens all kind of danger and she merely looks at her fingernails; irritated by the interruption in her work.
They’re all destroyed in a tumble that finishes before it starts. A blur of red and blue and golden hair, and Supergirl’s gasping for air before she reaches her. Puts her hands on Lena’s shoulders.
“Are you alright?” she says. She’s worried. She’s actually frightened.
“I need your hands on me,” she says, an act. All an act.
She gets fucked, and properly, on that dirty floor; Lena’s body writhing underneath Supergirl’s. Those neat fingers knuckles deep inside of her. Sliding in and out of her, a sharp rhythm that makes her shiver against the concrete. Makes her whole. Makes her shudder and gasp as she comes, again and again and again.
Makes her consider that this farce has consequence.
*
Kara looks concerned. “You’re going to stop?”
“I’m going to slow down,” Lena says. “I need--”
*
“--I need you,” Supergirl says, landing on her balcony and reaching for her.
There’s a part of her that screams.
There’s a part of her that reaches back.
*
Supergirl stays the night, falling asleep in Lena’s arms and looking so peaceful that Lena’s heart shifts.
This was not supposed to happen, she thinks. This was not--
She gets up, dresses, and goes to the lab. Leaving Supergirl alone.
*
Teschmacher has a discovery for her; a way to debilitate a Kryptonian if they only had a test subject. There’s something gleeful in the other woman’s eyes. “You can get to her, I know you can. You can get her here so we can find out--”
“I’ll think about it,” Lena says.
There’s a pause before Teschmacher looks at her. Says: “Then what was the point of all of this?”
*
She gets home, late, take out in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. She’s going to devour it all, but there’s a body in her bed. As if Supergirl never moved. For hours.
“What are you doing here?” she says. Her heart in her mouth.
Supergirl gets up on her elbows, looks sad. So sad that Lena aches despite herself. “Don’t you know?”
“I--” Lena says.
She’s up and out of the bed, in Lena’s personal space in moments. “Don’t you know what you do to me?” She looks like a woman desperate for air, desperate for aid. Lost.
Lena’s heart races. This was her goal, this is what she meant to have happen. This was her revenge.
“I’m--” she says.
“Don’t you know?” Supergirl echoes, and she leans in close, her cheek against Lena’s. Breathing in slowly. “I can’t manage without--”
“Don’t,” Lena tries.
“I can’t,” Supergirl says; saying the words without saying them.
When they kiss, it burns.
*
“Kara,” Lena says over the phone. “Kara, I need help.”
“Anything,” is the instant reply.
“Kara, I’m falling.”
It’s a moment before: “Falling in love?” It’s so hopeful that Lena winces.
“No,” she says. “I’m just falling.”
*
She had wanted--
She had wanted to be like Lillian.
She had wanted to shut it down, destroy it completely.
She had wanted to break her.
*
“I missed you,” Lena says after Supergirl’s spent a few weeks in Gotham, helping her cousin. “I miss--”
The kiss that follows takes her breath away; makes her knees so weak that she-- that she fully swoons in Supergirl’s arms. It would be embarrassing if she cared anymore.
“Say it again,” Supergirl whispers. “Tell me how much--”
Lena answers it with her mouth, her lips, her teeth.
*
“You’re not serious about the work anymore,” Teschmacher says.
“Hrm?” Lena says. She wasn’t paying attention, after all.
*
“I fucked up, I fucked up so much,” Lena says in an elevator, Kara one step behind her. “I think I love her.”
“Oh,” Kara says, helpfully.
“Don’t tell her that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
*
There’s a tap on her balcony door at sunrise, and Lena’s up on her feet immediately. Halfway there before she’s fully awake. “Hi,” she says, and her hand reaches out.
Supergirl’s smile is bright, brighter than the sun.
TBC