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Lena ends the video call and flops onto her lab stool, releasing a held breath.
It's a good day.
The smile on her face starts small, then grows wider and brighter as her elation builds.
She's done it.
The new, adaptive Earthsuit she's been developing for the imminent visit of the fully-aquatic ambassadors from The Divine and Wondrous Depths of Our Spherical Water Planet Floating Beautifully in Deep Space—as translated into English—is finally ready for production.
It's a great day.
And the only thing that could possibly make it any better is…
Ten minutes later, after sending a text to Kara announcing that she's on her way home, Supergirl swings by and enthusiastically offers to give her a ride.
Lena, of course, accepts.
—
Forty minutes and a refreshing and much needed shower for both of them later, Lena pulls Kara in for a kiss, though she's smiling so hard it's difficult to actually keep their mouths together.
"Someone's happy," Kara observes, pressing her own smile to Lena's rounded cheek.
"Very," Lena gushes, playing with the baby hairs at the back of Kara's neck. "I was worried we weren’t going to be able to finalize everything in time but… we fucking did it."
“You mean you did it,” Kara says, nudging their foreheads together.
Lena snorts and pulls back slightly to catch her eye.
“Hardly. I love how much faith you have in me, Kara, but developing something this important and technical is not something any one person could manage on their own. This was entirely a team effort.”
Kara considers her words, then nods.
“You’re right, of course. It was wrong of me to say that and minimize the efforts of everybody working with you.”
Lena smiles and kisses her again, all further thoughts of work quickly evaporating with the taste of Kara on her lips and another idea tickling her brain.
"Speaking of not minimizing someone's effort," she begins.
Kara hums an acknowledgement as she kisses her jawline.
Lena tilts her head to give her more room. "You know how you always tell me I don't need to do anything for you in return, that what I do for you is already enough?"
Another hum as Kara mouths at her neck.
"I don't want to minimize the effort you're putting in. I want to acknowledge it, but I don't know how to acknowledge it when I don't know when and how I'm doing something for you."
Kara licks up her neck and takes her earlobe into her mouth, and whatever tenuous grasp Lena has on her very fragile leap of logic wobbles dangerously.
"So what if…" Lena starts again, trying so hard not to lose her train of thought with Kara sucking on her earlobe. "What if you- fuck— Um. What if you counted your orgasms. For me."
Kara scrapes her teeth gently over the earlobe in her mouth before releasing it to ask, "You'd like that?"
Lena feels her heart pound somewhere between her legs, excitement building.
"Yes," she admits. "I'd like it a lot. I wanna know when you… Wanna know when and how and. Yeah."
Kara pops her head up and looks her in the eyes, a grin quirking at her lips.
"Well. If you'd like it that much…" she says, dipping in again to kiss her cheek. "You know I'd do anything for you."
A thrill runs up Lena's spine and she starts walking them back towards the bed, more than ready to have Kara’s hands on her. They tumble gracelessly onto the sheets and Kara wastes no time crawling on top of her, blanketing her body with her own as she keeps one thigh between her legs.
She shivers when Kara slips her hands under her shirt to stroke up her sides.
Kara stiffens, then relaxes again.
"Fuck," she says softly on an exhale. "One."
Lena feels a jolt rush through her. She squeezes her legs together as best she can with Kara laying between them.
"Really?" she asks incredulously, scratching her nails against Kara's back as her cheeks heat up. "Already? Just like that?"
Kara buries her face into her neck with an affirmative hum, shuddering slightly.
"Two," she mumbles, lips brushing skin, hands squeezing gently at her waist.
"Oh my god," Lena breathes, shy and charmed and amazed.
"Yeah."
"And you're the one who's always saying I'm easy for you," she laughs. "How many more do you think you'll have?"
She feels the way Kara's smile rounds out her cheek.
"Okay, so maybe I'm projecting a little," she acquiesces. "And I'm honestly not sure since I usually lose count, but… I'm excited to find out."
Her fingers tease just below the waistband of her leggings and Lena eagerly lifts her hips in answer to Kara's unvoiced request, quickly helping her peel them off.
Only for there to be a long pause when she notices Lena's underwear.
They're not lacy or fancy by any means—just comfy, black, cotton boy briefs—but Kara still stares and stares and stares, one hand stroking at the skin of her thigh.
"These— You—" Kara starts haltingly. "You look so good in these."
"They're just regular underwear, Kara," Lena notes with amusement.
"Maybe so, but." Kara slides her hand up her thigh and curls her fingertips under the waistband, tugging them gently downwards as she leans in. "These look so good against your skin."
She presses a kiss to her hip.
"You look so soft," Kara says, speaking with her mouth dragging and brushing at Lena's skin as she trails kisses around her hip bone. "So pretty for me."
Lena squirms and sighs, feeling every word like a gentle caress to heated, sensitive skin.
When Kara makes her way down—one warm palm spreading possessively over her belly, kisses growing increasingly wet, tongue flicking in little circles—Lena whines and tugs at Kara's hair.
The hand on her stomach flexes slightly and Kara pauses, Lena's underwear pulled taut in her fingers.
"God," she mumbles into her skin. "Three."
"Three?" Lena asks. "How?"
Kara nuzzles her lower belly.
"The way your stomach's twitching under my hand," she explains, sounding overwhelmed. "Fuck, baby."
Lena's hips rock up unsteadily, excited by Kara's words, by her reactions and her expletives and pet names.
"Yeah?" she asks, voice breathy even to her own ears.
Kara's eyes flutter shut and she groans into her skin.
"Four."
Then anticipating Lena's question:
"I like when your hips buck, when you get nice and breathy for me. God, this is just gonna be me showing my whole ass, huh?"
"Jesus," Lena says, ears and neck hot. "I never knew. You've never said anything or even hinted at how I was making you feel."
Kara nods, mouths a wet kiss just above the waistband of her underwear.
"I couldn't," she murmurs. "I just let them wash over me and try not to stop for too long when you make me feel crazy like this. I need you to feel even just half as good as you make me feel."
"God," Lena breathes. She lifts her hips up, asking wordlessly for more. "I'm still not sure I entirely get it, but… I’m beginning to think it really is something of an equal exchange."
"That's what I've been saying."
Kara finally pulls her underwear off, pupils swallowing the stormy blue of her eyes. A hungry noise is all the warning Lena gets before she dips forward and fits her mouth right over Lena's cunt.
Her groan rumbles against her clit, tongue dragging wet and warm and firm, and Lena bucks almost violently, chasing the intense pleasure.
"Five," Kara says between her legs, barely intelligible. "You taste so fucking good for me, baby."
And then she stops talking. Just licks and sucks and flicks her tongue with just the right amount of pressure over Lena's aching clit, over and over, again and again, until she's arching her back and clutching at Kara's head to hold her still as she rocks up and rides her tongue because it's not quite enough and she just needs—
Kara’s hands find her hips, fingertips brushing over her sensitive hip bones as she moans—
Lena gasps and comes, jerkily grinding against Kara’s tongue as she rides out her orgasm and then several shaky aftershocks that have her fingers clenching tight in Kara’s hair.
“Six. And seven,” Kara announces once Lena releases her. She licks her lips, pupils blown as her eyes trail slowly and appreciatively up her body. “I don’t think you realize just how sweet you sound when you come.”
“God,” Lena says, flustered, running her fingers through Kara’s hair to make up for the death grip she’d had on it earlier.
“Want to hear it all again,” Kara decides, sitting up to take her shirt off and help Lena pull hers off too.
She lays on top of her, sighing softly with contentment when they're skin to skin, then slides her hand down to cup gently between Lena's legs. As if a puppet responding to the tug of its strings, Lena’s hips lift into her touch.
"Eager," Kara observes breathlessly, cheeks pink.
Lena squirms, squeezing her thighs around Kara’s hand.
“Why don’t you see just how eager I am for you?” she hears herself say, some part of her still functioning enough to tease Kara.
Kara’s breath hitches and she rocks unsteadily downwards, tucking her face into the crook of Lena’s neck.
“Eight,” she mumbles against her skin, shuddering.
“Fuck.”
The tension in her lower belly grows tighter as Kara's pleasure ramps up her own arousal. Lena rolls her own hips sympathetically, a soft whine slipping past her lips.
“Fuck,” she echoes as her hands find Kara’s waist, gripping hard as she tries to ground herself. “I think I— I think I get where you're coming from a little better now.”
“Mmhm,” Kara replies. Her fingers press deeper and Lena can tell when Kara feels how wet she is when she sucks in a ragged breath.
“Nine,” she says, sounding a little dazed as she draws a slick stroke through her and spreads her wetness over her swollen clit. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me.”
Lena digs her nails into Kara’s waist, clit throbbing, cunt empty and aching, and as if the feel of her nails sinking into her skin had been all the encouragement she’d been waiting for, Kara slides her fingers low and slowly slowly eases two of them in.
Lena struggles to catch her breath, losing it in little hitching whimpers as Kara stretches her with her fingers, sinks all the way in to her knuckles.
"Ten," she realizes Kara is gasping against her neck. "Fucking ten. Ten ten tenten ten—"
She cuts off, shuddering and breathing hard for as long as it takes Lena to adjust to the fingers inside of her. Then, Kara presses a lingering wet kiss below her ear, huffing a quiet laugh when Lena goes a little limp, and says, "You feel so good around my fingers, baby. How could I not come inside you when you're so wet and hot and perfect for me?"
Lena clench clenches, a hiccuping little noise slipping out of her lips as her body tries to tug Kara deeper, aroused beyond belief.
Blessedly, Kara starts fucking into her without any more prompting, thrusting deep and steady. Lena feels herself winding up tight tight tight from the rasp and drag of her fingers moving in and out, from the palm of her hand nudging her clit again and again and again. She squirms and whines wordlessly, rocking her hips up as much as she can to meet each thrust, craving the press of Kara's palm against her throbbing clit and the stretch of her cunt with every delicious filling stroke.
There's a moment where Kara pushes deep, curling her fingers up, and Lena can hear the way it makes her own moans pitch higher, can't help it when it makes her back arch and her hips weak and—
"Come for me," Kara growls into her neck and Lena jerks, tension pulling taut and snapping like nylon thread. A shocked sound bursts from her lips as she comes, chest heaving for breath as pleasure bleeds through her body like an explosion of ink in water, silky tendrils and thick curls filling every part of her until she's stained with Kara.
When she regains awareness beyond the pleasure and remembers how to make her limbs work, Kara's gently shuddering on top of her, lips pressed to her neck, hips rocking languidly into her own hand. Not rushed and jerky like she's chasing her own orgasm, but like she's already caught the wave of it and is just riding the mellow swell of aftershocks in.
"Eleven?" she ventures softly, smiling and running her fingers through Kara's hair.
"Mmhm," Kara sighs, another little tremor shivering through her. "Jesus, that was pretty. I love when you come on my fingers."
Lena hums, a warm flush rising to her cheeks when her body responds predictably to Kara's praise, clenching around her fingers in a wet little stroke.
"I like coming on your fingers," she admits, then more shyly, "I like when you can feel how you're making me feel."
Kara finally untucks her face to kiss up her jaw and over her cheeks, making Lena giggle as she starts adding exaggerated mwah sounds.
"See?" Kara pauses to say. "That's what I love."
Lena furrows her brow slightly. "Wait, what?"
Kara carefully pulls her fingers free and Lena tries not to whine when she feels the newfound emptiness like a bruise. Kara wipes her fingers on the sheets then tangles their fingers together.
"I love when you show me how beautiful you are when you're feeling good. I love when you let yourself moan and whimper even if you feel shy for feeling as much as you are, when you stop thinking and let your body take and take and take what it wants. I want you to forget how to speak and I want you to lose control until all you can feel is pleasure."
Lena squeezes her hand, cheeks hot.
"Oh," she says quietly. "I mean, I guess I already knew that peripherally but. It's still hot to hear you say it again because it's still amazing to me that you can feel so good just from making me feel good."
Kara nods. "It's a fair trade. Though if I'm being honest, sometimes it feels like I'm getting the better end of the deal."
"What?" Lena asks, eyes wide. "In what world—"
"Baby, I got—what? Eleven? Eleven, at least, if some of them weren't actually several smaller ones in a row. To your two." She furrows her brow. "It feels like I'm cheating sometimes. Or like I'm greedy and selfish because I get to come so many times when you let me touch you, and all you get is two—"
Lena leans up and kisses her to stop her from spiraling.
"Hey," she murmurs, nuzzling their noses together. "No. You're not greedy or selfish, okay? I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like that."
Kara opens her mouth to protest, but Lena shakes her head.
"We work. We fit together in a wonderful, magical way. Seeing the way you experience pleasure from bringing me pleasure is nothing short of miraculous to me, but I love it and I wouldn't change it for the world."
She pauses to tenderly cup her cheek, and Kara leans into her touch.
"I love you," she continues softly, "and I love how you love. I love how your body works, and I love that you love me enough to teach me how to make you feel good."
Kara's eyes look a little damp, and her voice sounds watery when she quietly says, "Thank you."
She drops her face to Lena's shoulder and sniffles.
Then less than a second later, she asks, "Can I make you come again?"
Lena laughs and kisses the side of her head.
"I take back what I said about you not being greedy," she jokes, releasing Kara's hand so she's free to do what she needs to prepare for another round. "You're so greedy."
"And selfish?" Kara asks, grinning as she pushes herself up and grabs the strap in the bedside drawer.
Lena rolls onto her side and props her head on her hand to watch appreciatively as Kara steps into the harness.
It's a new one they'd gotten recently—a cute burgundy harness with pastel pink accents that Lena had thought would look good on Kara. Paired with the shimmery, dark blue dildo standing proudly at attention in the O-ring and her ridiculous physique, she looks positively super .
"Sooo selfish," Lena pouts, reaching out with her free hand to make a grabby motion at Kara. "Like why are you over there when you should be inside me?"
Kara's jaw drops slightly, eyes going unfocused.
"Uhhhh. Number," she mumbles, swaying where she stands.
Lena grins, feeling more than a little like the cat that got the cream now that she's more aware of the effect she has on her.
"Twelve, I think," she says. "And I think you should have lucky number thirteen inside me."
Kara almost trips, which is a considerable feat considering the fact that she's right next to the bed and hasn't moved.
"Jesus fuck," she says, cheeks flushing adorably. "If you keep talking like that it'll be far past that before I'm even touching you again."
"Awww," Lena says, not at all contrite. "I'll behave."
"Uhuh, sure you will."
Kara clambers back onto the bed, cock bobbing with an appealing weight, and Lena's mouth waters.
"Sure I will," Lena echoes, sitting up and wrapping her fingers around Kara's strap.
"Oh. Hi," Kara says.
"Hi," Lena says, smiling. She squeezes gently and pulls her closer by the cock. Kara follows the tug of her hand, lips quirking up in a grin.
"So this is what a pan feels like," she jokes.
Lena lets out a short, shocked laugh, then rolls her eyes affectionately.
"Ha ha," she says flatly.
She readjusts, getting on all fours and crawling closer to Kara, eyes darting from the silicone between her legs to her increasingly flushed face.
"Um…" Kara says.
Lena smirks and takes the tip of her cock into her mouth, reveling in the slight stretch of her jaw and the soft but firm texture of the strap against her lips.
Kara doubles over at the waist, hands flying up to clutch Lena's head.
"Shit," she gasps, clearly overwhelmed but fingers still moving gently, gently, as she runs them through Lena's hair.
Lena huffs a laugh around silicone, pulling off to catch Kara's eye.
"Don't come," she says, and Kara whines.
Lena feels a deep sense of satisfaction wash over her when she takes Kara into her mouth again—deeper this time, silicone deliciously heavy against her tongue—and notices the way her breath starts coming in quick and short puffs, the way her thighs start shaking.
Lena tries to ignore the way she's affected too, but she can feel how fucking wet she is. She can't stop the way her attention keeps getting pulled to the empty ache between her legs, the way Kara's cock is laying thick on her tongue perfectly sized to solve that ache, the way her subtly bucking hips mirror the way Lena's grinding against air, desperate to be taken and fucked and filled.
Lena moans around the strap in her mouth, blinking bleary eyes up at Kara—whose reddened face is scrunched up in concentration as she tries not to come.
Fuck.
She bobs down one last time before pulling completely off of Kara's cock, licking her lips.
"Should be good and ready now," she says, voice rough.
Kara blinks and nods, watching mutely as Lena repositions on her back with her knees bent and beckons her forward.
"Come show me how you're gonna make me come again," she says.
Kara shivers and finally opens her clenched jaw to bite out, "You're not making this easy for me, are you?"
Lena bats her eyelashes innocently, ignoring the eager throb of her clit when Kara shuffles forward on the bed and slides her hands around her ankles to spread her bent legs.
"Where's the fun in that?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady with Kara coaxing her legs higher to make more space for herself as she moves closer and closer. "Everything's a little better with desperation."
The tip of Kara's cock nudges against her cunt and Lena instantly whimpers and arches, ready for Kara to sink in as deep as she wants.
Kara raises an amused eyebrow.
"'Desperation', huh?"
Lena feels the back of her neck go warm with embarrassment and tries to hide it by grabbing a pillow and sticking it under her ass to keep her hips up.
"Shut up and fuck me already."
Kara grins and wastes no more time, gripping her hips and pulling her onto her cock as she thrusts in deep and slow, feeding her inch by excruciating inch until Lena is clutching weakly at the back of Kara's thighs, breathy little gasps slipping out of her with every incremental stretch of silicone.
Kara groans softly.
"Sorry, that's thirteen," she says, broad shoulders trembling as she places a hand on her belly and grinds into her. "I love the way you sound when you take my cock for the first time."
Lena clenches around her with another whine, the deep thrust hitting something inside her that makes her soul feel like it’s leaving her body, cunt stretching around thick silicone and the tight press of their hips stimulating her clit.
Kara doesn’t let up the second she notices Lena's reaction, just keeps her legs pressed back as she fucks into her, warm palms on the back of her thighs just under the crook of her knees.
The angle is absolutely devastating. Her cock keeps stroking deep, and the drag of it on the way out is just as heady as the promise of it sliding all the way in again. The tension in Lena's belly winds tighter and tighter with every thrust, the sensation of being stuffed only compounded by the way she can't squeeze her thighs closed with Kara holding her open.
"I— I'm—" she stutters between gasps, reaching for Kara with increasing urgency, trying to keep her fully inside and filling her up.
"Gonna come, baby?" Kara asks, rocking into her with a slick sound.
Lena's hair drags against the sheets as she tosses her head, feeling so so much and yet not quite enough, stammers devolving into whimpers because she just—
"Let me hear how sweet you can sound for me," Kara says, and she sinks deep, rolling her hips again and again and again until Lena's breathless from her cunt stretching to accommodate how thick she is, from the way each rocking motion pushes their hips close enough to nudgenudgenudge her clit—
Lena comes with a high whimper, feeling so spread and stretched she can't help it.
"Fuck," she hears Kara say through the blood rushing in her ears, jerkily rocking into her with stuttering hips. "God. Fucking ffffourteen."
Lena finds the back of Kara's thighs and digs her nails into the trembling muscles there, and the extra bucking thrust it spurs sends her into another bout of aftershocks.
"Jesus. Fifteen," Kara hisses, breath coming in rasps. "Look at you being so good and pretty for me."
Another aftershock jolts through her from the praise, from the obvious pleasure Kara is feeling too. They rock together, into and against each other in a feedback loop of trust and love, giving and taking equally in their own perfect way.
By the time Lena finally remembers that she has a body and that she's not just a floating consciousness experiencing waves of bliss, Kara is stroking the back of her thighs and cooing soft sympathetic noises at her.
"Hey, baby," she says with a smile. "Are you back?"
"Mm," is all Lena manages, still clenching around her cock in little pulses.
Kara chuckles and maneuvers Lena's legs down until she can lay on top of her like a warm, girlfriend-shaped weighted blanket, moving carefully so she doesn't jostle her or have to pull out.
Lena hums a happy sound and nuzzles closer, trailing her fingers down Kara's sides on the way to loop weak arms around the small of her back.
Kara's breath hitches and she shivers hard on top of her.
"Mm," she mumbles almost dreamily as she relaxes into her again. "Sixteen."
Lena feels an answering echo of pleasure swirl low in her belly.
"Sensitive?" she asks, running her fingers down Kara's sides again.
Another hitched breath and full-body tremble, an obvious reply.
"Seventeen," Kara says on a shaky exhale, hips rolling slowly.
Lena clenches reflexively around her strap but can't help but repeat the motion once more, enthralled by her reactions.
The buck of Kara's hips is a sharp, jerky thing this time. It threatens to turn Lena's brain to mush as silicone moves slick and easy inside of her, as Kara goes tense above her and then loosens up again, moaning softly into her neck.
"Eighteen," she says, barely more than a whisper. "I'm just gonna keep… if you keep doing that."
"Fuck," Lena breathes, her own hips nudgenudging up of their own accord. "Are your sides normally this sensitive?"
Kara shrugs.
"Maybe? I dunno," she says. "Feels really good right now though, probably 'cause you were so pretty for me and now I just. Keep replaying every time you whimpered or moaned for me. And with you touching my sides a little it's…"
She trails off contemplatively, moving her hips in a languid swivel before she finishes in a shy, wondrous tone. "Think maybe I'm just coming from anything at this point."
"Jesus," Lena hushes, and maybe it's the combination of Kara's words and the way she's been gently fucking into her with every brush of Lena's fingertips, but a deep pleasure suddenly fills her belly—a wellspring of satisfaction that she doesn't even realize she's been tapping into until it's abruptly overflowing.
She gasps and clutches at Kara's waist, clenchclenchclenching around her cock in little flutters as a sweet, unexpected orgasm radiates through her.
"Ohmygod," she says, blood rushing to her ears as she blinks unseeing eyes at the ceiling, still trembling. "Didn't know that one was gonna happen."
Kara chuckles and nuzzles her cheek.
"I get it," she says. "It's like being at the moment right before an orgasm, then tipping into it. But there's no build-up or warning and it happens so quickly it feels unreal."
She pauses to pepper little kisses over Lena's face, making her giggle, then continues.
"One second I'm just looking at you and touching you. The next, you shiver under my hands and that feels so gratifying to me that I can't help but come," she says. "It's the absolute best feeling in the world, baby. I wouldn't trade it for a fucking thing."
Lena flushes, hiding her face in Kara's shoulder.
"Oh," she says softly. "Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me for that," Kara says with a smile on her voice.
"I know," Lena mumbles. "But now I'm shy."
"Hi Shy, I'm Kara."
Lena headbutts her shoulder. "Awful, absolutely awful. You're the worst."
"I love you. You're adorable," Kara replies without missing a beat, completely unbothered.
Lena sighs a long-suffering sigh.
"I love you too," she says, voice petulant even as she softens and settles into post-sex cuddles with Kara, who's still deep inside of her.
The room goes quiet, aside from their synced breathing.
Then, Lena gently clears her throat.
"So, um. I am acknowledging your efforts," she announces. "Great job!"
And then she slaps a gold star sticker on Kara's ass.