Chapter Text
Much like the cheery greeting of Jessica, the elevator ride to the top floor of the LCorp building was becoming familiar. And with it came the increasingly present flutter of Kara’s stomach, as she waited for the elevator to rise. It never seemed to give her enough time to prepare and yet plenty of time to let anxiety set in.
The chime sounded as she released the breath she held. Doors opened to reveal Lena seated behind her desk, eyes light and smile artful. “Good day, Kara,” she greeted, charming as ever.
“Hello, Ms. Luthor,” Kara barely choked out, as she approached the desk.
“Kara, what did I tell you?” Lena laughed, the sound of it was so light and captivating that Kara found it a struggle to think. When she did not respond immediately, Lena raised a brow and seemed to will the memories into existence.
“Right, Lena!” Kara smiled shyly and looked behind herself to be sure she had managed to position herself in front of the couch before sitting down and letting her eyes return to Lena. “I had a long night,” she provided explanation.
Lena waved off her worry with a chuckle. “You too?”
~ oOoOo ~
Kara touched down with ease on the balcony outside Lena’s office, her cap tugging forward with continued momentum before finally falling back into place. She marched in through the ready open door to be greeted by the sight of Lena seated on her couch, nearly empty glass of wine in hand.
She had been flying around on a fruitless patrol for nearly an hour when she had gotten the call from Lena.
“You are here late,” she commented as Lena rose, putting her drink aside. “If you are looking for a lift home-”
“Stow the snark,” Lena sniped, closing the distance between them faster than Kara anticipated. Their lips met with such force that Kara wondered if Lena’s would bruise.
Kara could not tell if it was Lena’s demand or the way Kara’s breath left her lungs in the kiss that was the true culprit behind the death of her words. She found she did not care as her lips parted and Lena’s tongue pushed forward, bringing with it heat and the taste of wine. With the loss of her breath, she lost touch of the situation; she forgot who her hands snaked forward to grip by the waist.
And then she was brought shocking clarity as Lena took a step back, breaking contact, drawing a soft whimper of want from Kara’s lungs. “Hands,” Lena indicated Kara’s error, prompting her to raise them in a display of acknowledgement. “Behind your back,” Lena further commanded.
Kara did as told, without hesitation, one hand gripped tightly around the wrist of the other. She was accustomed to needing to restrain herself and with Lena it needed to be explicit. She knew of Lena’s fear of aliens and the extreme power she held as a Kryptonian.
As she watched Lena’s eyes darken at her display, she was reminded that Lena was also drawn to her strength by carnal attraction. The fire inside Kara was always stoked by the wash of hunger over Lena visage, and so Kara played towards Lena’s weakness. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Lena’s. Her super hearing caught the hitch in Lena’s steady breathing and her own guts fluttered excitedly as Lena bit her lip.
And then Kara was made to wait - not that she minded. She watched as Lena adeptly reached behind herself and undid the zipper of her dress. And then in one fluid motion, the garment fell away, to the floor along with Kara’s jaw. It was as much a sight to behold as the first time Lena had bared herself. The commanding stance and unabashed confidence.
The bra went next, exposing hardened nipples to Kara’s aching stare. The removal of the last remaining cover had Kara wishing to drink in the image of Lena forever.
There was no need for words as they simultaneously kicked into motion, Lena slowly backwards and Kara in pursuit on her knees. On her way, Lena kicked off her heels and then got comfortable on the couch. When Kara was in place, Lena hooked a leg over her shoulder.
Arms still firmly grasped behind her back, Kara inched forward, allowing Lena to readjust her positioning until they were comfortably locked together. She kissed her lips lightly to Lena’s core, the first bit of contact earning a sigh from above her. Her tongue pressed forward, spreading Lena, and she hummed contentedly at the taste.
She led with broad strokes, with alternating levels of pressure, her focus being around Lena’s entrance. She sought to build the woman up, but to also savor what Lena gave her in return.
When hips began to lift off the couch, searching for more impactful contact, she switched gears, sucking hard on the swollen clit. The gasp from above and the tightening of fingers in her hair were more than enough encouragement. She had her tongue make rapid circles around the bud, eliciting a continuous stream of moans as Lena rose fast towards her cusp.
As the wave began to crest, she slowed to nearly a stop and just pressed her tongue flat against the bundle of nerves, holding her at that peak. There was a groan of displeasure and Lena began to unconsciously buck her hips. Kara had no way to stop the movement and nipped lightly at the inner thighs. When the panting became desperate, she resumed the movement of her tongue on clit. A few short, quick strokes had Lena arching off the couch, her body tense and twitching, thighs clamped hard against Kara’s ears, until her breath left her and she collapsed.
Kara lazily lapped up her release, smiling all the while. She remained until the hand left her head and the leg fell away from her back. She gazed intently at Lena, waiting for what else was in store.
~ oOoOo ~
Kara shifted awkwardly, trying to remember which side of the couch Lena had been sitting on the night before when Kara ate her out. Her cheeks were suffused with color as she struggled to keep eye contact with Lena, before they finally dropped to her lap.
It had not been the first time they had been physical, nor even the first time in Lena’s office, but the CEO looked at her so much more affectionately when she was Kara Danvers. They were friends and Lena often reminded Kara that the Kryptonian was her only friend. There was only lust when Kara visited as Supergirl. And Lena did not know they were the same person.
The truth was Kara loved Lena’s hunger, but she also loved the soft charm shown to Kara Danvers. And she feared losing either. She wished desperately for the chance to lovingly embrace Lena, but she could not breach the boundaries of their relationship when she was Supergirl, and she could not get up the courage to ask her out as Kara.
“So, the office has you working long hours?”
Kara jerked her head up to once more look at Lena. “Oh, uh, yeah. Snapper does not seem to agree with Cat that I am meant to be a reporter,” she announced, “although, he cannot deny that I am the only reporter you are willing to talk to, and you are hot.” Lena was already grinning before Kara amended by saying, “you are a hot topic!”
“At least you get to talk to someone hot for a living,” Lena chuckled.
“I just wish that I was seen for something other than my connection to you,” she admitted. “Not that I do not like that! I love it!”
Lena raised a hand to stop her. “I get it; you want to be seen for what you bring to the table.” Lena tapped a finger, pointedly, on her desk.
~ oOoOo ~
Kara’s face was pressed against the desk, while Lena’s hands coaxed her legs apart. She had stripped and her bared chest formed to the glass. She could tell how her thighs glistened with her own wetness and she hoped Lena did not connect it to how much she wanted the CEO.
Two fingers played through her folds and she bit back a moan. Lena purred as she brought herself into position behind Kara and centered the head to the strap-on dildo with her entrance. Kara made sure her legs were well positioned to support her and then said, “ready.” Lena would not ask, but also would not start without confirmation.
The start was always slow and almost painful with regards to Kara’s impatience. And then it was not. It was Lena thrusting as hard and as deep as she could, all the while having Kara urging her to go faster.
Lena sank her teeth into Kara’s shoulder, never able to leave a mark, but able to spur reactions regardless. Lena drove forward with abandon, with no need to worry about hurting Kara.
And as she was wildly fucked, Kara slowly built tension in her body and her breathing became erratic. She focused on the hands on her hips and the breath that tickled her shoulder. She loved the way Lena was pressed against her back, the feel of their skin together.
Then Lena roughly fingered her clit and Kara screamed her release, digging her nails into her palms to avoid gripping the desk. After a bit, Lena pulled out, panting.
~ oOoOo ~
“Yes, that is exactly right,” Kara confirmed.
“Well, so, putting me aside, don't you have another high profile friend?”
Kara took a moment to put together who Lena was referring to. “Supergirl?” A nod confirmed her guess. “We know each other, yes.”
Lena continued to smile warmly, but Kara heard the way her heart rate picked up slightly. “And what are your thoughts on the hero?”
“I think she is a force for good,” Kara declared.
“And you don't think that if she felt like it, she wouldn't run humanity from a throne?”
Kara snorted, shaking her head. “Pfft, no, I think the closest she gets to a throne is-”
~ oOoOo ~
Feeling emboldened after her orgasm, Kara rounded the desk and plopped herself into Lena’s desk chair. She clapped her hand down onto her thigh, inviting Lena to join her. The CEO’s breath was still labored, but she sighed and moved to straddle one of Kara’s legs.
Kara made a show of tucking her arms behind her back and then initiated a heated kiss. When air became short, she broke to the side, kissing along Lena's jaw and then down to her throat. Lena's head fell back, letting Kara suck at her pulse point.
“Go ahead and grind,” Kara instructed into her neck.
“Aren't you cheeky,” Lena breathed.
Kara bit down, carefully, rewarded with a hiss. “Only with you,” she retorted.
“Bullshit,” Lena said and then ground herself hard down on Kara’s leg. Kara was intensely aware of the slickness spread over her thigh. That and the heat.
“Rao,” she bit out, letting her eyes close. She was surprised when Lena's hands found their way to her breasts, palming their weight before pinching and teasing her nipples. Her sensitivity after her last organ mixed with the occasional brush of Lena's leg against her own clit, Kara was steadily moving toward her next.
Even as Lena moved her hands to the back of the chair to focus on her grinding, Kara found just enough contact, just the right friction. Wordlessly, but far from silently, they came together. And came apart. Lena collapsed forward, bringing their bodies flush.
~ oOoOo ~
Kara tried to shake the thoughts of Lena sweaty and pressed against her. “-a couch. If she had a throne, it is probably a couch. Or something.”
Lena chuckled, her brows raising. “You think so?” Kara nodded fervently. “Well, then she can't be that bad.”
“Well, what are your thoughts on Supergirl? As a person, I mean. You have met her, right?”
Lena smiled. “A few times. She is,” Lena took pause, seeming to search for the right words, “surprising. She is growing on me.”
“Really?”
“I still do not trust her, fully, but she is kind of sweet. A bit like you, if we are being honest. Maybe that is why.”
“What makes you think she is sweet?”
Lena looked a bit distant. “She has taken care of me on a few occasions,” she responded.
~ oOoOo ~
It did not take long for Kara to realize that Lena’s breathing pattern had become that of sleep. She sighed, lifting the other woman into her arms and carried her to the couch, where she propped her before awkwardly shimmying Lena back into her dress. She redressed herself and then flew them to Lena’s penthouse. When she landed on the balcony, she breathed her thanks to Rao that the door was unlocked.
She got Lena onto her bed and was in the process of undressing her when The other woman stirred. “What are you doing?”
Words did not come easily. “Uh, I was putting you to bed.”
“You broke into my home?”
Kara smiled awkwardly. “With you.”
Lena waved her away. “Stop, before you rip my dress,” she shooed.
Kara frowned. “I will have you know, I am great with my hands,” she scoffed. When Lena quirked a brow, she realized what she could have implied and decided to roll with it. “If you let me, I could show you.”
Kara was caught by Lena’s expression - a mix of worry and want. “If I tell you to stop, you will?”
Without hesitation, “of course.” Lena nodded slowly.
Kara stripped quickly, discarding her suit in a pile by the door. Lena also finished disrobing and turned to find Kara nestled among the pillows, holding a hand out to her in invitation.
Lena crawled onto the bed and settled into Kara, her back pressed against Kara’s front. The position was meant to allow Lena the option of escape. “You have nothing to fear from me,” Kara assured.
Her fingers trailed lightly down Lena's arms, allowing her to adjust to contact. “Are there any areas I should not touch with my hands?”
Lena had been holding her breath. “Neck and face.” Kara nodded her understanding.
She laid her hands flat on Lena's stomach and felt the other woman shiver. She pressed her lips softly to her shoulder as her hands began a slow ascent. As her fingers met resistance at the underside of Lena's breasts, she felt the minute hitch in the woman's chest. “Relax,” she murmured into the flesh of Lena’s shoulder. “This is all about making you feel good.”
Her fingers crested over the swell of Lena's breasts, parting around the hardened nipples. Lena hissed at the near contact. “Then make me feel good,” Lena urged with an impatient gasp.
Kara grinned, biting her lip. Her fingers clamped together, pinching the buds, and she pulled up, revelling in the sharp intake of breath that directly followed. She released, and began a rhythmic kneading of the breasts and rolling of the nipples, with the occasional unexpected pinch, until Lena's breath came in short, shuddering gasps.
And then she moved on, hands trailing back the way they came, and beyond. She found damp thighs, eagerly parted. Her right hand massaged the thigh, helping the muscles to loosen, while the left snaked to the desired mark. Fingers trailed through hot, slick folds and Kara thought of just how long she had waited for that feeling.
She paused with two fingers ready outside Lena’s entrance. “Would you like me inside of you?”
“Yes,” Lena affirmed with a sigh.
The initial push was slow, mimicking the care and pacing Lena used when entering Kara. Lena's back pressed hard into Kara as she accepted the fingers deep within herself. When Kara was as deep as her knuckles allowed, she wiggled her buried fingers, helping Lena to adjust to her presence.
“Ready?” Lena only nodded in response.
Kara slid out until only one knuckle on each finger remained encased in molten flesh. As she slowly returned, she was met by the buck of Lena's hips, sheathing her fully and rapidly.
She could take a hint and began a steady pump of her fingers, in and out. And then she kicked it into an inhuman gear, vibrating her fingers within Lena, causing the other woman to drop her head back onto Kara's shoulder and moan into her ear. The sound was so alluring and Kara got a rush just hearing it.
Kara could feel Lena tighten and flutter around her. She slid her free hand into the space left by her busy hand and as soon as she made contact with Lena's clit, the woman was screaming out her ecstasy. She bottomed out and then purposefully tapped her fingers upward against the inner wall, while rubbing circles around Lena's swollen bundle of nerves.
As Lena came into her hand, body spasming, Kara closed her eyes and smiled contentedly. In her mind, it was the perfect moment.
Finally Lena's body sagged against her and Kara chuckled softly as she removed herself. “How you doing?”
“I think you have ruined me - I shall never be able to match that kind of stimulation without you.”
Kara exhaled a laugh. “Good thing you can always ask for my assistance.” She kissed Lena's shoulder, but then caught herself. “Would you like me to leave now?”
Lena sighed. “You can stay,” she allowed and Kara grinned giddily, trying to contain the rising fit of giggles. They shifted to center themselves on the bed, Kara spooning Lena.
“Goodnight, Ms. Luthor,” Kara mumbled.
~ oOoOo ~
“I could see you guys making great friends,” Kara indicated.
Lena chuckled. “Perhaps.”