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Lena woke with a strange feeling of weightlessness. She sighed as she opened her eyes, letting the blur of sleep fade as she stared at the ceiling. She pondered how she had gotten home for a moment before the memories came into the forefront of her mind. She inhaled sharply and her head fell to the side to find a still sleeping Supergirl beside her.
They had parted in the night and the alien lay curled in on herself, one arm propping her head from under her pillow while the other arm was clutched tight to her chest. Her mouth was slightly agape and she breathed softly. It struck Lena just how peaceful and serene she looked. How human.
And she had felt it the night before. She could tell how meticulous the alien was with every move she made. Her touch was so gentle, so perfectly respectful. Lena frowned as she watched the woman sleep.
She wanted so much to hate the touch. It went so against everything she stood for, to allow someone with such overwhelming power to have control. And yet, the memory of Supergirl’s hands on her, fingers in her. Just the memory had her short of breath. And none of it felt invasive.
It had her thinking of their first time.
~ oOoOo ~
Lena had told Supergirl off, after being confronted about her mother’s involvement in heading Cadmus. Lena wanted to blame Supergirl somehow, to make her the villain for infecting the Luthor name with more atrocities. And even after she helped Supergirl thwart Lillian, she still wanted to curse the hero.
And Lillian had made it a little easier for her. As an extra measure, she had laced the Medusa rain with Red Kryptonite. It had taken hold slowly, but as Lena sat in her office, drinking to help soothe her sorrow at having put her mother away, Supergirl had burst in.
“What a lovely sight,” she had cooed, in a mocking tone Lena had never heard from her.
Lena put her drink aside. “I would rather like to have a night to myself,” she informed the woman, standing and folding her arms over her chest.
Lena was startled by the cold laugh that rang through her office. “I am sure you would,” the hero replied. “But I am here to inform you that you have no say.”
Lena noted the dark look in the hero’s eye and her stomach twisted a little in panic. “And let me guess, you came here to boast about how you told me so,” Lena tried to direct things toward learning the alien’s motives.
“Oh, no, dear Lena,” the hero chuckled and in the span of time it took Lena to blink, they were face to face, the hero’s expression smug. Lena, despite herself, started and made to step back, but found the couch behind her and promptly fell into a sitting position. “I am here to set the records straight.”
Lena, still jarred by the unexpected turn of events, just blinked. “What?”
“See, you were, and are, right!” There was an eerie glee to the way Supergirl spoke and it sent a shiver through Lena. “You are right to fear me, the superior being.” Lena’s heart dropped into her stomach. She watched a cruel smile overtake the alien’s visage. “I love the sound of your heart rate jumping and that spike of fear I can smell on you,” she bit her lip at the end, breathing deep.
“Fuck you,” Lena spat, retaining enough sense to be offended.
“Now there’s a thought!” Lena’s throat seemed to close up. “I bet you taste as good as you smell.” As Lena thought she would be sick, Supergirl’s expression faltered. “Damn, the party poopers are here.”
Superman and the Green Martian flew in and a blurred brawl began. It led outside and Lena lost track of events, even as Agent Alex Danvers showed up to be sure she was alright.
She was debriefed and informed of Red Kryptonite, as well as its effects on Supergirl. Alex was insistent that whatever had transpired, it was not Supergirl.
It was days before Lena saw Supergirl next. It gave her hate time to flame up. To blaze and consume. And as the fire slowly died, it was replaced by the haunting desire to know what it felt like to have Supergirl’s hands on her. Her tongue on her. To be subject to the alien’s raw power. It was in her dreams. It plagued her at work. And it drove her wild.
So when the hero graced her with a visit, Lena was caught between whether to thank or curse her stars.
The alien knocked on the glass door to her balcony and even as she was let in, would not meet Lena’s eye. “Ms. Luthor,” she meekly began, “I-” she faltered, “I do not know how to begin to apologize,” she rushed out.
Lena could not stand the way Supergirl spoke. It made it so hard to hate her, but it also made her yearn for that display of power. She waved off the apology. “I was told you were under the influence of some radiation,” Lena relayed.
“Yes, that is exactly right. I did not mean what I said,” the woman insisted hastily.
“So, you don't want me?”
The blank look the alien worry almost was enough for Lena to grin. “Wait, what?”
“You seemed quite ready to ‘taste me’, if I recall,” Lena intoned.
“Well, I mean, you are totally my type, but I would never do anything you did not want,” the flustered woman assured.
“I don't think you can promise that,” Lena rebutted, venomously.
Supergirl looked desperate. “I can prove that I am not that person, the one that you fear.”
Lena raised a brow at the perhaps unintentional invitation. “And how do you propose doing that, exactly?” She approached the woman, eying her closely.
“I-”
Lena cut her off. “Could you keep still if I were to, say,” she reached out, her fingers inching toward the woman's face, “touch you?”
Supergirl nodded shakily and Lena’s fingers made light contact, slowly tracing the line of the woman's jaw. She took a step forward, and her heart fluttered at the alien’s sharp intake of breath. Her hand traveled further until fingers hooked around the back of Supergirl’s neck, and she pulled their faces close. “What if I were to kiss you, could you keep your hands from touching me?”
“If that is what you would want, of course,” the alien vowed.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” As Supergirl nodded, Lena noted the effort made to not seem too eager.
Lena took a breath before she let herself press forward, melding their lips together. She could not say what she had been expecting, but the soft give of the lips beneath hers and the warmth of the breath was marvelous. Without directive, those lips parted and Lena’s tongue surged forward into the hot mouth. She suddenly felt ravenous and was kissing with ardor, and the alien kept pace, giving as much as taking. It was not a battle, but she tasted blood. It was a dance, lips and tongues entwining, gliding together, sating each other's hunger.
When she finally broke away, her head was light and her chest heaved with a need for air. She noted the way the woman’s fists were tightly bunched and rigidly held at the alien’s sides. Her own hand was still locked in the hair at the base of Supergirl’s scalp and she tugged down. There was a moment of resistance, where nothing happened, before she watched realization play over the blonde’s face and her head fell back to expose the length of her throat.
If Lena weren't already short of breath, the action would have robbed her then and there. She kissed the neck and sucked fiercely, earning a needy moan that vibrated through her lips. Teeth met that perfect stretch of skin and she bit down hard, and Lena felt a rush as the woman's chest shook with a catch of breath.
She pulled away, noting the skin was pristine, as if untouched, the glisten of saliva being the only indication of what had just transpired. She released the long blonde hair and the head righted itself, blue eyes blown, staring intently down into hers.
Lena was forced to wet her lips. “If you want me to continue, I am going to need this suit off.” She took a step back to allow Supergirl room and to grant her the chance to make up her mind.
The alien flushed madly. “I have never done this with anyone,” she admitted.
Lena was taken aback. “Really?”
“Well, my cousin aside, the only Kryptonians on this planet are criminals and the humans who know me either don't know ‘me’,” she pointed to the S on her chest, “or are family.”
Lena was surprised by the open response. “And you have never just pursued someone as Supergirl?”
The blonde snort-laughed. “No! That would be really complicated.”
Lena chuckled wryly. “Well, let me make things simple. I do not care who you are. I do not want to know you. I want to fuck and then have us go our separate ways.”
The alien’s eyes darkened. “I think I can manage that,” she replied. Lena watched Supergirl discard each item of clothing and did not care that there was no sense of show about it. There did not need to be. She wanted the hero out of her clothes and that was generous enough.
And before long, Supergirl stood bared in her office, in front of her desk. The fully glory of her was astonishing and Lena was not inexperienced. Many had sought a night with her, or her money. She had seen many bodies, of all sorts, and she wished it was not Supergirl that made her wet just from looking. She swallowed and attempted to steel her nerves.
Closing the distance between them, her fingers unconsciously found their way to taut skin over well defined abdominals. Her palm lay flat, fingers splaying, as her eyes continued to rove. From collar bone to pert breasts and down passed her hand. “You put some real effort into grooming,” she noted aloud when she saw the woman's bare mound.
“Kryptonians don’t have hair anywhere but their heads,” the alien corrected.
“Interesting,” Lena acknowledged. She began to circle the woman, her hand shifting to the woman's back. Dragging a fingernail up the woman's spine drew out a shiver and Lena grinned in pleasure. She was surprisingly responsive and the CEO loved that.
As she returned to the front, she was greeted by the sight of cheeks suffused with color, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip between teeth, and fists clenched. “Have you ever had anything inside you?”
Those eyes snapped open. “Why do you ask?”
“I need to know what you are comfortable with and to what extent. Fingers?”
“Fingers are fine,” the blonde whispered.
“Good,” Lena husked. She stepped into Supergirl's space, her clothed chest brushing against the alien’s bear chest. Her fingers found the inside of the woman's thigh, marveling at how slick she found it. “Ready?”
“Rao, I was ready twenty minutes ago,” the blonde breathed.
Lena moved her hand up, cupping the hero firmly. She was pleased to see the blonde’s eyes flutter and the slight quirk of a smile. There was no need for further preparation, the hero’s sex was dripping and Lena needed no further encouragement.
She pushed two fingers in slowly, revelling in how Supergirl whimpered. It was so hot within her, so tight. She almost did not want to pull out, but then, “please, fuck me as hard as you can.”
She swallowed as she felt herself become wet. She drew her fingers out and then suddenly drove home, startling a moan out of the hero. “Yes! Again!”
And she did. Again and again. She did not pause or cease, pistoning with all her might, the butt of her palm striking against the blonde’s clit. She reached around and gripped one of the hero’s ass cheeks with her free hand, pulling them close. The woman's head fell onto her shoulder as she continued to thrust.
Her nails dug into pliable flesh and she felt powerful muscles grip her fingers fiercely. It was so tight she realized that if she pulled out, there was no way she could get them back in, so she just tried to wriggle them as best she could while Supergirl's body went rigid, her hips jerking forward to get better contact with Lena’s palm. There was a continuous string of moans, like a song in Lena’s ear.
As Supergirl came down from her orgasm, her knees gave out, but she kept her word and instead of reaching out, she sank to her knees, her head lolling back, a tired but blissful look coloring her expression. “Thank you,” she breathed, and Lena felt her stomach twist. She did not want to acknowledge how endearing Supergirl could be.
“You think you have the energy for proper thanks?”
She had caught Supergirl's attention. “What would you like?”
Lena directed her to sit on the ground with her back against the center of the couch. She hiked her skirt and drew her panties down, kicking them off toward her desk. “You had spoke of wanting a taste,” Lena reminded. She had the hero lean back and tilt her head up, and then, with a hand on the back of the couch, Lena put first one knee and then the other on either side of Supergirl's shoulders. She shifted forward until the apex of her legs was over the blonde’s mouth, the soft brush of lips informing her of her success.
She looked down to see bright blue eyes glimmering up at her, a twitch of a brow asking if she was set. “Whenever you are ready,” she declared.
She remembered the heat of that tongue from when they kissed, but against her center, it was something else. It ignited such an intense flame and she was consumed from within. She had not even realized she was rolling her hips until her clit struck the woman's nose, making her gasp and rock harder. “Fuck!” She lost sense of herself as she screamed her release. All she knew was heat, friction, and pleasure. Pure ecstasy. Mind blank and body alight.
Gripping the back of the couch with both hands, she rode Supergirl's face through the first orgasm and straight into the second, its rise coming almost as readily as the last. The hero hummed happily and it vibrated through her core, tipping her over that edge, to fall into the abyss of pleasure.
Finally she ceased her movements, the blonde continued to lap and suck, keeping her at a very nice spot. “You were pretty good,” Lena commented.
“I was just along for the ride,” the hero returned, snorting at her own joke.
Lena rolled her eyes and lifted herself away from the hero. She tugged her skirt back down and smoothed it out as best she could. Supergirl rose and dressed in the blink of an eye.
“Now, remember, if we ever do this again,” Lena began, “it is just physical.”
Supergirl looked hurt. “Right, can't risk thinking of me as a person,” she spat. Lena felt the sting and saw the regret in the blonde’s eyes, but there was nothing else to be said. Supergirl left.
~ oOoOo ~
So much had changed since their first time. Lena had tried to keep things distant, impersonal. The way Supergirl stubbornly strived to go beyond her expectations. She strove to meet all of Lena's needs and it did not go unnoticed.
Supergirl stirred beside her. “Morning sunshine,” Lena greeted and could not help but chuckle.
“Lena?” The hero seemed confused, but then she shot up. “Ms. Luthor, hi- er, good morning.” Lena rolled her eyes. “Oh Rao, I am going to be late for work!”
“Work?” Lena cocked a brow in question.
“Uh, you know, protecting the city, and doing good.” She nodded, as of to agree with herself. “Important stuff.”
“Right, well, best not be late for the early morning hero work,” Lena chuckled.
The blonde was out of bed and dressed in under a second and Lena could just shake her head. She cleared her throat, getting the hero's attention. She motioned with a finger for the blonde to approach, and continue until she was close enough for Lena to kiss. “To get me through the day,” she explained.
The woman looked both delighted and flustered. “Right, see you later!” She was at the door when she turned back. “Whenever you need saving… or help… with whatever.”
“I look forward to it.” And then she was gone. What a mess Lena had made for herself.