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Lazy mornings are Lena's favorite, especially because they're something she's never had until Kara.
They usually start like they do this morning, with Kara slowly waking up, her deep breathing turning shallow as she brushes her nose against Lena's sleepshirt, nuzzling deeper into her shoulder as she sighs softly with content. Then her hips start rocking and Lena feels an immediate answering pull low in her belly—an undeniable and inescapable conditioned response.
"Good morning," she says, reaching back to slip her fingers into Kara's silky hair, the growing smile on her lips softening the sleep-rasp of her voice.
"Mm," Kara responds, rumbly, hips stuttering forward, the arm around her waist holding her in place.
"Want something?" Lena asks.
"Mmhm."
"Gonna do something about it?"
"Mmhm."
Kara slides her hand up to cup at her breast, thumb brushing across her sensitive pierced nipple. Lena's breath hitches and she arches into the touch, squeezing her thighs together when Kara tugs lightly at her piercing and her clit throbs in response.
Kara huffs the way she does every time Lena reacts to her touch, like she can't believe how sensitive and easy Lena is. Like she can't quite believe that she's the one to make Lena sound like this.
Lena feels her ears go hot but lets herself gasp and whine for Kara to hear. She'd learned early on that Kara doesn't need much to feel good too—just the sound and feel of Lena losing herself to the pleasure that Kara's giving her.
She still thinks it's an unfair trade sometimes, taking and taking as much as Kara is more than willing to give, but the way Kara just looks at her with her pupils blown out when she's naked under her, the way she shudders as she slides her fingers between her legs and finds her wet, the way she whispers a vehement Fuck and rocks her hips forward unsteadily when she sinks her fingers in… Those reactions do more to convince Lena than anything Kara could ever say with words, so now she doesn’t shy away from showing how good Kara is making her feel. She pushes eagerly into her touch, knowing that asking like this, taking what she wants like this, is exactly what Kara wants from her. She moans and whimpers and, on more than one occasion, leaves raised red scratches on Kara’s back, digs her nails and teeth in and wraps her legs around her waist to urge her deeper, faster, harder.
And without fail, Kara obliges, spurred on by her reactions.
This time is no different. The moment the gasp leaves her lips with Kara’s thumb teasing at her nipple, Kara hums a happy, satisfied noise and repeats the motion. She plucks and pinches at one nipple, then the other, until Lena is writhing and balling her fist in Kara’s hair, tiny hungry sounds slipping past her lips.
“Please,” she whines. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Kara laughs.
Lena releases Kara’s hair and grabs her wrist instead, dragging her hand down between her legs since she’s pretending not to get it.
“Touch me properly,” she says, lifting her hips up into her fingers. “Please.”
She can tell Kara notices how wet she is even through her underwear when she lets out a low moan. She kisses the back of Lena’s neck and slides her fingers along the wet spot at the seat of her underwear over and over until Lena’s sure her fingertips must be just as soaked.
“Don’t you want to be inside?” she asks, the breathiness of her voice betraying how much it’s not so much a question as it is begging for Kara to just fill her up already.
“God, yeah,” Kara murmurs. She tugs at the waistband of her underwear along her hip, dragging it down slightly until Lena obliges and kicks them off. Then her hand strokes across her belly and back down between her legs again, cupping at her firmly enough that Lena sinks her teeth into her lower lip as the throbbing of her clit eases the slightest bit from the pressure.
Kara slips her fingers further and Lena’s breath hitches so hard she almost gives herself hiccups. She can feel how easily Kara’s fingers move through her, becomes even more aware of just how wet she is by the way Kara swipes through her and over her clit in one easy motion.
Kara groans and buries her face into Lena’s shoulder.
“God,” she says, voice rough and muffled against her sleepshirt. “You’re so wet for me.”
Lena doesn’t even get a chance to respond, doesn’t even get to nod or whimper or shiver before Kara sinks two fingers in in in with a slick sound. All she manages is a gasp at the stretch, at how fucking filling it is to have Kara inside her like this, the gravity pulling her thigh down and keeping her from spreading her legs as she lays on her side only making everything feel tighter.
She clenches around Kara’s fingers, thighs squeezing around her hand as she tries to— as she struggles—
Kara somehow pushes in deeper and her palm bumps against Lena’s swollen clit. She squirms with a breathy whimper, hips bucking into and away from Kara’s hand in a jerky motion.
She wants it, wants more, but the feeling of Kara’s palm nudging against her where she’s so tender is almost too much. She’s too sensitive and it feels so good it almost hurts.
“Fuck,” she manages on an exhale. “God, I—”
Kara pulls her fingers back the slightest bit and pushes deep again. The rough drag of it takes Lena’s breath and words away in one fell stroke.
Kara hums a pleased note.
"There you go, baby," she says. "Take it nice and deep."
Once more, the press of palm against clit threatens to overwhelm Lena. Combined with the effect of Kara's soft encouragement, she whines helplessly, one hand twisting the sheets, the other falling to rest against Kara’s forearm.
The sensation of wiry muscles shifting under her fingers as Kara fucks into her ramps up her arousal even further. Every time Kara moves her fingers or shifts her palm, Lena can feel it happening outside and in, knows exactly how every twitch and flex translates to each deep thrust.
The tension building in her stomach is slow yet inexorable, a growing weight compounding with each heavy stroke of Kara's fingers, with each messy mash of her palm.
All too soon, Lena feels orgasm threatening to spill over.
"I'm—"
She doesn't manage much more, teeth gritting from the effort of not coming just yet, blunt fingernails digging into the skin of Kara's forearm.
Kara nuzzles a smile into the back of her neck, a kiss that's mostly teeth.
"Want you to come," she says simply. And suddenly there's a third fucking finger stretching Lena's cunt and stuffing her full—delicious and spectacular, barely sinking in past the second knuckle with her on her side like this—and Lena's coming so hard she goes lightheaded, forgetting to breathe.
Distantly, as she shakes and bucks against Kara, she can hear herself moaning loud—probably even louder than she thinks with the blood rushing in her ears—but she can't stop or stifle it. Not when she's seeing stars behind her closed eyelids and feeling the entire galaxy rushing through her.
By the time the stardust finally settles, Kara's softly but insistently rocking her hips into her ass.
"Hi," Lena says, soft and loose-limbed.
"Hi," Kara responds, a warm palm spreading possessively across her belly as she ruts up into her. "Want you to take my cock now," she says.
Lena's clit throbs. Heat lances through her as her whole body comes alight from Kara’s wonderfully crude word choice.
“Fuck,” she says.
“Mmhm,” Kara agrees.
Changing positions is quick and easy, but the hardest part, as always, is adjusting when Kara regretfully frees her fingers from between her legs and Lena finds herself suddenly empty.
The second hardest part is waiting for Kara to strap up as she lays there with her cheek and chest pressed to soft sheets, her still-wobbly knees threatening to give out when her hips stutter with aftershocks and her swollen clit strains against air.
Blessedly, Lena eventually feels the bed dip and melts just a little further into the mattress, ready to be taken care of.
Kara kneels behind her, shuffling forward and sliding a hand up the back of her shirt like she can't stand to not be touching for any longer.
"Ready?" she asks.
Lena sways back on weak knees, a soft whimper caught in her throat. Her sleepshirt slips up and pools around her waist, the cool morning breeze wafting in from the open window a soothing balm to the heated skin of her lower back.
Kara laughs and scoots even closer.
Lena shudders when she feels her thick strap nudging gently but firmly against her cunt.
An unexpected pause the span of several heartbeats.
"Are you… are you aware you have back dimples?" Kara finally asks, voice strained.
Lena quivers, hot and shy and spread and so ready for Kara to press in already, brain struggling to form any coherent response when what she wants is right there—
"Baby?" Kara prompts, squeezing her hips.
Lena instinctively rocks them back into nothing. Impatient, eager.
Desperate.
"It– It may have come up once or twice before," she manages, words stumbling out on a heavy tongue.
The hands at her hips slip up her sides, then down her back until they settle just below her waist, thumbs pressing and stroking warm at her lower back, no doubt just over the dimples.
It's good. It feels good. Kara's touch is comfortable and tantalizing, but as she opens her mouth to say so, all that escapes is a hitched gasp as Kara pulls her onto her strap without warning.
It's thick and filling and the drag of it as Kara easily sinks in takes her breath away. She quivers and whimpers, fingers clenching and unclenching against the sheets as she tries to find purchase on something—anything—to ground her in this moment of pure sensation.
“I think…” Kara begins, slowly, slowly pulling back, strap moving heavily inside of Lena. “I think I might be jealous of the fact that somebody else may have gotten the chance to have you like this.”
She abruptly slams her hips forward and Lena groans into the sheets, ears and neck burning hot.
“Jealous of the fact that somebody else may have touched you here”—Kara fits her thumbs to her back dimples, rocks her hips back—“and fucked you like this.”
The bite to Kara’s words coincides with her thrusting forward again, grip tightening possessively around Lena as she grinds deep, and god. Fuck.
Lena can’t— She can’t— She’s not so much breathing as she is rasping for breath from how much she’s feeling, how much Kara is turning her on, how much Kara’s jealousy is working her up.
“I— Um—” she stutters out between gasps.
“But I do it better, don’t I?” Kara says, pressing her upper body forward, forcing Lena harder into the mattress.
The shift in angle is— Her strap slips deeper, hits something that just—
“I fuck you better than anyone else has or ever will,” Kara says, voice smug and low right by her ear, and suddenly Lena’s clenching around thick silicone, a breathy noise slipping out of her as she comes again, seeing white behind her closed eyelids.
For a long, long moment, her whole consciousness feels like it's floating in space, her mind fully drifting up and out and away as her body lays prostrate on the sheets, anchored to reality by Kara's weight against her back and her cock thick and unyielding in her clenching cunt.
As she remembers how full she is, she tightens around the strap again in a wet little stroke and another aftershock of pleasure rolls up her back. She knows she's still moaning wordlessly, can feel the sheets damp with spit against her lips, but she can’t help it when—
Kara doesn't let up.
"You can come for me again, can't you?" she says by her ear, more observation than question.
Lena hiccups an acquiescent noise, legs fully liquefied from two back-to-back orgasms.
And verging on a third.
Kara fucks her slowly and gently all the way through this time, letting Lena feel the entire length of her cock dragging out and pushing deep in measured strokes.
It's tender and deliberate, lovemaking in adagio, coaxing Lena so carefully into another orgasm that it feels more like an extension of the previous than an entirely new one.
She sighs into it, hard nipples and aching clit pressed to the sheets, wetness coating her inner thighs.
Kara presses soft kisses across her neck and shoulders as she trembles and shakes and comes down, one warm hand trailing up and down her side.
“I love you,” she murmurs over and over between kisses, lips against Lena’s skin like she’s trying to imprint the words onto her body so she can’t ever forget it.
Lena arches back into her, body tightening convulsively around her strap again and again as if in response.
“Love you too,” she says, releasing the sheets with one hand to reach for Kara’s and tangle their fingers together.
Like this, with Kara’s weight on top of her and her strap inside of her and their fingers interlocked, she feels completely enveloped in a cocoon of safety and love. So completely that she doesn’t realize she’s dozed off again until Kara’s nibbling affectionately at the shell of her ear with a smile hanging on the curve of her voice.
“Falling asleep again, baby?” she asks, squeezing her fingers.
“Mm,” Lena hums, eyes closed as she catalogs her body parts in a post-doze haze. Waking up to the fullness of Kara’s strap still inside her is perhaps the most wonderful thing about falling asleep after an orgasm.
“Did you want to go to the farmer’s market?” Kara asks. “It’s still early enough that those pastries you like shouldn’t be sold out yet.”
“Mm!” Lena blurts, eyes snapping open. “Want pastry.”
Kara laughs and hugs her tight before carefully pulling out and rolling off of her.
“This is why I’m gonna marry you,” she says matter-of-factly as she frees herself from the harness. "We share a similar fondness for baked goods and morning sex."
Lena's heart does the same little wobbly babump it does whenever Kara mentions marriage or a future together, but what she says with narrowing eyes is, "Don't think I didn't notice the way you ordered those things."
Kara bats her eyes innocently and shrugs, messy wet strap bobbling comedically in her hand.
"I may have listed sex after baked goods," she starts, a cheeky grin spreading across her face, "but we both know you always come first."
Lena rolls her eyes and gets up to get ready to head out, a deliciously achy soreness making itself known between her legs.
"First of all, I've felt the way you shudder when you're inside me—you're obviously the one coming first," she says, patting Kara's cheek. "And second, you're so lucky I love morning sex and you."
She leans up to kiss her before slipping past to hop in the shower.
A couple beats.
"Hey!"
Lena's laugh echoes against tile, hot water sluicing down her body and steam rising to fill the bathroom. When Kara joins her in the shower moments later, she loops her arms around her neck and kisses her deeply.
Yes, she thinks, smiling against her mouth when Kara squeezes her ass. Lazy mornings are her favorite.