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Lena didn’t know what to expect when walking into the cabin Kara and she were supposed to share. But, it certainly wasn’t what she saw as the wreath- and ribbon-bound red door opened.
“Surprise! Merry Christmas, Lena!!!”
One would think the modest wooden cabin had been turned into some kind of epic winter wonderland by an expert designer because – top to bottom – it was covered in creative, tasteful, nostalgic decor.
In one corner, there was a majestic, real, six-foot-tall Christmas tree with fake snow, fairy lights in all colors, ornaments in every style, and loads of pictures frames containing . . . you guessed it . . . the entire Danvers family.
In two other corners, there were twin beds with unique, whimsical themes announced by two North Pole-themed signs at their heads: Bigloo Igloo and Gingerhead, Gingerbread.
In the final corner, there was a blow-up version of a snow globe which apparently allowed people to crawl underneath it and pretend they were inside it.
And, there were loads of paper wall decorations, mini train tracks looping around and under things, and various little green-, red-, and white-themed accents like floor mats, towels, plates, cups, and window dressings.
Looking around the whole place, Lena stepped inside, felt her heart warm like hot chocolate, and quietly marveled, “Wow!”
So glad to hear and see how much Lena liked everything, Kara smiled big, wrapped the brunette up from behind, and marveled some, too.
“We’ll have to thank Alex for all of this later; it’s Danvers tradition to divide up who brings presents, decorates, and cooks every year, and she got decorating.”
Pleased to hear her second biggest fan had done all of this for them, and happy to feel so snug in Kara’s embrace, Lena just leaned back, basked in the glow of the sunlight and multicolored lights, and sighed in content. Then, couldn’t help but realize something and ask about it.
“Wait, how did she know to decorate for two?”
Flushing some because she got busted, Kara swung them from side to side a little while adorably admitting, “I mayyyyyy have texted her I was bringing somebody new when flying away from Whitey and waiting for you to come join me in Rudolph.”
Words which made Lena smile impossibly more. Especially when she noticed there were stockings with their first initials written in glitter glue and hanging on the fireplace.
“Thank you, Kara,” the loving brunette couldn’t help but gush while happy tears formed in the corners of her jewel-colored eyes.
Sensing all of this might have been a lot for Lena to process, and wanting to offer her space if she needed it, the super moved to lightly hold her belly and made a thoughtful suggestion.
“How about you take the Bigloo Igloo bed so you can have more privacy?”
Marveling again at how her proposed bed had a huge blow-up igloo right in the middle of it and someone could apparently crawl inside it to sleep there, the good witch-scientist covered the Kryptonian’s warm hands with her own. Then, quietly squeaked in excitement, “Okay!”
One precious word which preceded a few endearing things.
Like Lena enthusiastically running over to the bed, diving inside the igloo, and zipping up its mouth until nothing but her hand stuck out expectantly.
Like Kara getting the hint and asking, “Whatcha want, Miss Luthor?”
Like Kara not getting an answer until Lena thought about it and playfully chirped back, “Guess!”
And, like the sweet blonde chuckling and admitting to herself she had no idea what was going on, but deciding to go along with the new game they were apparently playing. All by grabbing up a few spare items here and there, then deciding to test the sweet omega.
“How about . . . this?”
Before plopping a bar of chocolate into Lena’s comically outstretched hand, the doting alpha decided to kiss her warm, steady palm. An action which apparently correlated with how the dear of a brunette squeaked in excitement, swiftly took the item into her igloo without hesitation, and stuck her hand out for another item.
Charmed at how Lena had accepted the first thing so readily, Kara repeated the process, but with a teddy bear wearing a wizard’s robe and donning a snow white, slightly curled beard.
Then, when Lena had the same adorable reactions, the super followed the bear up with a roll of Christmas tree-scented toilet paper, a pair of tacky sweater vest-themed socks, a Santa mug with some hot chocolate packets in it, and – last but not least – a plastic ring topped with a pink, smiling heart she’d found in a box of Cracker Jacks. A snack she’d been saving for later, but decided to rife through to give whatever was inside to her newfound heart.
A ring which made Lena react completely differently than she had with all the other items, such that she got completely quiet in thought, didn’t put her hand back out again, and ultimately asked something from behind the all-black flap.
“Kara?”
Thankful Lena had said something after an almost concerning length of silence, Kara smiled shyly and encouragingly replied with heart eyes, “Yes?”
Knowing how putting herself out there like this was going to be a huge risk, but deciding she wanted to go through with it anyway, Lena took a big gulp before asking, “Would . . . would you, emm . . . would you ever consider . . . pretending to be my wife tonight . . . after dinner?”
Honored beyond words and comprehension, Kara flushed as red as a dark cherry, unzipped the black flap to the igloo, and stuck her hand in to lovingly hold a surprised and elated Lena’s hand. All to lovingly and sincerely ask her through the fabric between them, “Lena Luthor? Would you do me the honor of marrying me here tonight?”
Thrilled to be asked even thought she knew it was pretend, and wanting to see how far her luck could go, the darling of a Luthor squeezed back and dared to ask with heart eyes darting between her ring-bearing hand and Kara’s tanned hand, “Would you mind if it’s wood-themed? I . . . I want to make and jump over a broom. And, do . . . other things with wood.”
Smiling and tearing up at that idea, and wondering what Lena had in store for them, Kara immediately replied, “Of course! Yeah!”
Now motivated to surprise someone more than ever, the gem of a witch-scientist perked up, undid the flap to her igloo, quickly kissed Kara on the cheek, and chirped just before apparating out of there, “Be gone! I have a lot of work to do!”
Words and a kiss which made Kara adorkably freeze up, rub her cheek, and start thinking about how wonderful their first night together was going to be. All before she did as told and left their little cabin to figure out how the hell she could pass the time.
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Only Hundreds of Feet Away
“Jesus . . . Jesus fucking CHRIST, Danvers!!!”
Not in the mood to waste time after so many years of pining, Alex had turned her handheld music player to hardcore rock the minute they crossed the threshold, picked Maggie up, whirled her around, kissed her fiercely, and slammed them both against the wooden wall next to the Latina’s front door. All before they dry humped the shit out of each other and pounded against the wall until the wreath fell off the outside of the door and some pictures fell down inside the little house.
“More like me fucking you for once, Sawyer,” the bold redhead purred while making moves to mark her not-so-secret crush with a Christmas hickey.
Nearly coming inside her jeans right then and there because she, too, had been waiting many years for this deliciously naughty moment, Maggie tried to open her mouth to say something. But, the rest of her body said it for her first. All by puffing out a pheromone call specifically directed at an Agent Alex Danvers and making her dick swell so much it curled against where the spicy redhead had been pressing against her.
Calls which the fiery omega was more than happy to heed, such that she turned off the music, softly put Maggie back down on the ground, looked into her deep brown eyes for confirmation, and unzipped her pants. Then, gently slid everything off Maggie until there was nothing covering the camp owner from the waist down but socks.
“Wow. All of this . . . for me?!”
Despite her otherwise short stature, Maggie’s dick was a little longer than most alphas and about twice as wide. Plus, her knot was already forming. All signs the good alpha had most likely been through a rut in which she’d thought of them mating.
“Merry Christmas, Danvers,” Maggie couldn’t help but whisper with a throat choked up by emotion and heart eyes to match, making Alex do something rare, too: cry.
Crying which led Maggie to go full alpha by lifting up the redhead, kissing her against the wall more softly and slowly this time, and taking one garment off at a time before waddling them over to her dark green, velvety living room couch.
And, crying which turned into giggling and motor-like purring when Alex whipped out a gift she had for her crush: a ream of condoms she’d customized to depict badass-looking motorcycles.
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In the Parking Lot Nearest to Kara and Lena’s Cabin
“Shhh! We have to be quiet and stay out of sight for now, or it won’t work!”
Those were the words Mon-El urgently whispered to the man he’d accidentally joined forces with at the airport – Jack – and another man the Daxamite recognized from the jewelry store they’d visited last-minute on the way there: Steve. All as they crouched behind Jack’s car and waited to pile into Alex’s partly shattered-by-a-tree cabin like clowns waiting to pile into a tiny car.
Skeptical of the whole plan to be squatters in the tarnished cabin until they found the right opportunity to propose to the women who’d left them, Jack rolled his eyes at the dramatics before replying, “We’ll have to find some way to turn the electricity back on if we want to protect our food and balls!”
Not exactly paying attention to the strained banter between the jock and the scientist because he’d been on lookout duty, Steve suddenly whipped his previously binoculars-focused eyes back to dumbly ask, “What about balls?”
Kicking the guy in the ass so hard he dropped the binoculars, cried out, and fell over, Jack took up the slightly dinged spy gear, used his Swiss army knife to make it zoom in even closer than they’d been able to before, and signaled to the guys that it was time to move in.
Movement which involved Mon-El superspeeding all three of their sorry, desperate asses into the middle cabin so they could set up shop and further scheme how to get their ladies back.
Movement which The Great White Fir had been tracking for miles, but had been distracted from because she realized the tree damage on the cabin was her very own ex’s work.
And, movement which Whitey’s ex sensed from deep in the woods where she’d been sleeping because it was definitely not part of her original prank.