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After visiting several LuthorCorp branches in Europe with Lex and spending a stressful week in Metropolis with her mother, all Lena wanted to do was see Kara.
Going from seeing each other almost daily to not seeing each other at all was always a challenging transition for her during long holiday breaks. This winter, the two of them had texted frequently while they were apart and Kara had called on Christmas Eve, but Lena still felt her best friend’s absence acutely.
(In moments of weakness, when her mind wandered down a certain path, she allowed herself to believe that Kara missed her just as much.
She listened closely to the smile in Kara’s voice when she said that she could easily imagine Lena getting along with Eliza. She took note of all the things Kara insisted Lena would love about Midvale, like the mom & pop bakery that always gives the Danvers a discount or Alex’s favorite place to go surfing.
According to Kara, it wasn’t a matter of if Lena was going to visit but a matter of when.
But eventually, after reveling a bit in the daydreams of mutual longing, Lena would come back to reality and remind herself that that’s just how Kara is.
She’s unlike any other alpha Lena has ever met.
Kara doesn’t think she’s superior to omegas and betas and she couldn’t care less about acting tough and aloof. She probably wants all of her friends to visit her hometown if they can--not just Lena.)
So instead of returning to school on the Sunday morning right before classes start, like she had previously planned, she arranged for her family’s private jet to take her back to National City three days earlier.
During her long journey back to campus, she convinced herself that immediately seeing Kara wasn’t a big deal at all. It wouldn’t seem too weird or too clingy or overly rude.
But now with her eyes boring into the door right in front of her, she’s not so sure.
Kara has shown up to Lena’s apartment without warning so frequently that it’s almost routine at this point. Sometimes it’s to study, other times it’s just to hang out. She’s even brought Winn and James along with her a couple times.
Despite logically knowing that they’re close and despite all the reassurances from Kara that there really isn’t anything that could ruin their friendship, Lena still can’t help but second guess her actions when it comes to Kara. If anything severed their connection… she’s really not sure what she’d do.
Lena looks down at her phone. She opens the text thread with Kara and the last thing that Lena received was a selfie with Brian Dox and Nia Nal making silly faces in the background. There’s a text right below it that says, “Hanging out with these goobers! Wasn’t the same without you!!!!!!”
A small sense of ease passes through her and Lena rolls her eyes at herself. She’s being ridiculous, ruminating over something as trivial as this.
Besides, Kara always tells her it’s okay to loosen up and be a bit more spontaneous.
Surprises don’t always have to be a bad thing.
She combs her fingers through her hair and quickly checks her makeup in her phone’s camera. She takes a deep breath, shoves down the remaining flecks of anxiety, and knocks on the door.
She waits patiently… knocks again…
And nothing happens.
Lena can see from her side of the peephole that there’s a light turned on inside. She frowns. Maybe Kara and Alex were both out of the apartment and they just forgot to turn off the lights before leaving?
She unlocks her phone and dials Kara’s number.
“Hi, hello, howdy! You’ve reached Kara Danvers. I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you-”
Undeterred, Lena dials another number.
Alex picks up after a couple of rings and when she answers, there’s music and noisy chatter in the background. “Hello?”
“Hey Alex, I just arrived on campus and I wanted to know if--” Someone shrieks and a group of people laughing cuts through. “Wait, where are you?”
Alex makes an apologetic sound. “Sorry-- it’s probably hard to hear. I’m at a party right now.”
“A party? Since when do you-” Lena catches a familiar voice asking Alex who’s on the phone with her. “Is that Sam?”
“Uh… yeah.”
Lena raises an eyebrow. “Are you guys on a date?”
“.....maybe.”
Lena hums in amusement. “Took you two long enough.”
Alex sputters out a few disgruntled phrases and it makes Lena laugh.
“We definitely need to talk about that later. But first, do you know where Kara is?”
“She said she was staying in tonight. Did you text her?”
“I tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. I don’t think she’s at the apartment either. I knocked and there wasn’t an answer.”
“Huh, that’s weird…” Alex says, in a thoughtful tone. “Oh! She’s probably just at the gym. She’s been going a lot more this week since it’s been helping with her symptoms.”
“Symptoms?”
“She’s in the middle of a pre-rut.”
Lena can feel her cheeks warm up. “Oh, that makes sense.”
“She told me this morning that she still has a few days until her rut, so she should probably be fine,” Alex assures her. “If you’re comfortable with being around her right now, you can always use the key we gave you and wait for her inside.”
Lena’s been around Kara while she’s been in pre-rut before. Once during their freshman year and twice during their sophomore year.
Aside from Kara feeling a little restless and constantly snacking (more than usual), she didn’t become hostile or show any signs of aggression. Lena never got the impression that Kara was simmering under the surface like some of the other young alphas she’s seen in pre-rut.
It’s doubtful that Kara’s symptoms would abruptly change from the last couple years, so Lena’s not worried about that, but she does want to double check about using a key that was only meant for emergencies.
“Are you sure? I can always come back tomorrow,” Lena says, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s alright. She’ll probably go back to the apartment soon anyways.” There’s another yell and it sounds like someone’s calling for Alex. “Hey listen-- I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon, okay? Before we both get too busy with exams and stuff.”
“That’d be great,” she says warmly. “Sorry to bother you on your date.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I hope you have a nice night. Tell Sam I said hi.”
“Thanks, you too-- I’ll let her know.”
Lena ends the call and puts her phone into her pocket. She pulls out her set of keys from her purse and holds onto the only one with a novelty key covering. It’s a smiling green alien that Kara left on before giving it to Lena.
She unlocks the door and walks inside.
The light that Lena noticed from the outside was coming from the light fixture hanging above the kitchen table. She sets her jacket and purse down onto one of the chairs that circle around it.
It’s silent inside the apartment except for the ticking clock that hangs by the fridge. She fiddles with her phone and considers calling Kara one more time. She should at least send a text to give her a heads up.
But suddenly, she hears a quiet groan coming from the other side of the apartment.
Lena stills. “Kara? Is that you?”
There’s no response, so she leaves the kitchen to investigate, heading towards Kara’s room.
The door is slightly ajar and there’s a dim light shining through. Her eyes try to adjust to the darkness as she walks past Alex’s room and past the bathroom.
Just as she’s a couple feet away from Kara’s bedroom door, Lena gets a whiff of something in the air that makes her stop dead in her tracks.
It’s definitely Kara’s scent. A familiar mix of her sweat and the shampoo she always uses… but it’s different.
It’s heavier. Spicier.
And it’s starting to make Lena’s heart race.
She covers her nose and mouth with her hand and takes a step back. Kara must be further along in her pre-rut if her scent is this strong. That’s probably why she didn’t answer the door or pick up her phone.
But before Lena can turn around to rush out of the apartment and never speak about what she just discovered (and how delicious it smelled), she hears Kara moan something.
Something that causes her to completely freeze up.
Lena’s name.
She doesn’t move for a few long, tense moments. How does Kara know that she’s here? Did Alex tell her in the short span of time between hanging up and Lena entering the apartment? Did Kara actually say her name or was it just her imagination?
She waits for more words, but nothing else is said.
Curiosity gets the better of her and without a second thought, she advances forward, peeking through the gap of Kara’s door.
What she sees in the room makes her jaw drop to the floor.
Kara didn’t hear Lena entering the apartment (or her loud gasp) because she’s sitting at her desk and wearing the fancy noise-cancelling headphones that Lena got her for her birthday. (Kara complained that they were too expensive and that she couldn’t accept, but Lena had insisted.) The headphones are connected to the laptop in front of her and from Lena’s vantage point, she can see Kara’s profile and only a partial view of the screen.
But she knows exactly what Kara’s watching.
Sam posted the video during the summer, right before they went back to school. It’s a bit shaky from Sam laughing and Lena trying to swat her away. Sam spent most of the 30-second clip telling Lena to stop being a grump. They were at the beach and and she wanted to go into the water. Lena was wearing a new swimsuit and a grimace the whole time.
Back then, Lena was annoyed at Sam for making the video public since she didn’t consider it to be very flattering, but now…
Lena can’t form a single opinion about it or even remember where she is.
All she can focus on right now is the earth-shattering sight in front of her, just a few steps away: a completely naked Kara jacking off.
She looks beautiful and unguarded and it’s like a scene pulled straight out of one of Lena’s dirtiest fantasies.
Lena isn’t religious at all, but she thanks every higher being above for not putting armrests on the cheap desk chair and awarding Lena with an unobstructed view of Kara’s right hand wrapped around her thick, blushing cock.
Lena becomes quickly aware of how wet she is as she listens to the slick noises coming from the steady up and down motion. There’s a bottle of lotion behind the laptop and Kara must’ve used a generous amount on herself.
Her dick is bigger than Lena had guessed (or rather, hoped)-- and in this moment, Lena feels like she’d do just about anything for it. She’d drop out of college for it. She’d give away all of her inheritance money for it. She’d lower herself to the ground and get on her hands and knees for it.
Lena’s mouth waters at the thought of Kara stuffing her mouth and making her choke on the length. She’d do her best to make Kara feel powerful and suck on her like her sole purpose in life was just to serve and pleasure her alpha.
Would Kara be totally present and alert or would she lose herself in the sensation? Would she cup Lena’s face and call her a good girl?
After she finishes, Lena would swallow every last drop and look up with the most grateful expression she could muster, lick her lips, and then ask to be properly filled. She’d beg Kara to hurry and to not make her wait. She’d say that she was aching for her.
But god… what would it even be like for Kara to be inside of her like that… pumping relentlessly… gripping firmly onto her… feeling the dangerous, rumbling growls as she claws at Kara’s muscular back… both of them exchanging confessions about how long they’ve thought about fucking each other…
Lena takes another deep inhalation of the alpha’s pheromones and her insides twist with hunger and desperation. Her eyes dart back and forth from Kara’s hand to the rest of her gorgeous body. There’s just so much to take in and commit to memory.
Lena would’ve been a liar if she said that she had never wondered what Kara would look like without any clothes on. Of course she’d noticed how defined Kara’s arms were and she’d gotten glimpses of Kara’s toned abs whenever her shirt rode up a little while stretching, but seeing the reality of it all is something else entirely.
And when Lena looks at her face, it’s almost as if Kara is in a hypnotic trance.
Her eyes are glazed over and she’s breathing heavily. She doesn’t look away from the screen for even a second. Every time the video replays and gets to the point where there’s a healthy shot of Lena’s cleavage, she bites her lip. It’s easy to tell, even in the low light, that Kara’s chest and cheeks are flushed pink with desire.
Kara can’t hear her and Lena’s still shrouded by the darkness of the hallway, but she does her best not whimper pathetically. She had no idea that Kara thought about her in this way. Learning that Kara watches videos of her to get off feels so surreal. This whole time she thought things were one-sided, but the proof is right there in front of her.
And it’s the most erotic thing Lena has ever seen in her life.
Through her hormone-addled haze, she realizes that it’s not too late to leave and forget that she ever saw this. She can pretend that she changed her mind after calling Alex and that she just went home because this whole situation is breaking so many unspoken rules of trust and privacy.
What would Kara say if she caught Lena staring at her like this? Like some pervert? What would happen to them if Kara unexpectedly sensed Lena’s presence and turned her head towards the doorway? She’d feel so violated and so disgusted with Lena. Kara is a loving and compassionate person, but she’d never forgive Lena for something like this. There would be no coming back from it and their friendship would be over.
The thought of not being friends with Kara makes her queasy, and she knows that the right thing to do would be to leave the apartment as soon as possible, but her omega body is reluctant to budge with how horribly turned on she is. She wishes that she wasn’t so affected by the alpha pheromones.
(Or so entranced and captivated by Kara in general.)
There’s a whine and Lena’s attention snaps back to Kara’s face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth agape. Lena’s name tumbles out one more time and she starts to rub faster.
Oh my god, she must be close. Lena can practically feel her blood buzzing with anticipation. C’mon Kara… just let go… you’re almost there...
Kara looks down and lets out a soft grunt as she points her cock towards herself. Her release shoots out in strong spurts-- painting her tense, quivering abs with sticky fluid. She squeezes and yanks and then gradually slows to a stop. Her hips thrust up weakly into her hand and the last vestiges of cum spill over onto her thumb.
After being so tense and wound up, Kara slumps down her chair with a sigh of relief. She uses her left hand to slip the headphones off her head and leave them around her neck. She sits still in the silence as she tries to gather herself.
From her spot in the hallway, Lena is paralyzed with fear and can feel the panic start to well up inside of her. She waited far too long and now Kara will definitely hear her if she moves. She doesn’t know what to do. Whether she reveals herself or whether Kara notices her first, the outcome will be an absolute disaster. Kara will be angry and upset and Lena deserves all the vitriol that’ll be thrown at her.
She could’ve turned around immediately when she figured out what Kara was doing. She could’ve left at any moment, but she didn’t. She stayed and watched in secret without Kara’s consent. She willingly ignored the rational voice in her head that told her to make the right choice and she can’t blame everything on her hormones. She knew better and it would be wrong and downright childish to deny that.
She destroyed their friendship and now she has to live with the consequences.
Kara yawns loudly and scratches lazily at her chest, sleepy from the intense pre-rut orgasm. She frowns at the mess on her hand and stomach and leans forward to grab several tissues from the box on her desk.
Once she’s done cleaning herself up, the dirty tissues get tossed into the nearby waste basket. She takes off her headphones and places them down next to the laptop, neatly wrapping up the cord. She goes to close the window of the website, but her hand pauses over the laptop’s touchpad.
Something flickers across her face.
She lifts up her chin and sniffs the air.
Lena holds her breath and hopes that what she thinks is happening isn’t going to happen after all. She hopes that a miracle will take place before her very eyes and that Kara will suddenly pass out in her chair until the morning, allowing Lena to quietly make her escape. She wants--more than anything-- to find out that Kara didn’t actually pick up on potent pheromones from her painfully aroused best friend and that there won’t be a huge fallout between them.
Kara furrows her brow and sniffs again.
The chair slowly swivels around.
When their eyes lock, Lena knows right away that this moment marks the beginning of the end.