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“Oh,” Alex says, brows disappearing well into her fringe. She coughs once, whistles soft and low in a long, drawn-out breath. “Oh, wow, that’s, uh—”
“It’s not that impressive,” Kara mutters sulkily, arms crossed. “Don’t look so shocked.”
Linda looks between them—up into Kara’s pinched, surly features, and Alex’s beet-red gape—and then between her legs. “Well, I think it is,” she shrugs, pushing the head down with a finger and watching it bob back towards her stomach. “But, you’re entitled to your own opinion.”
Alex shakes her head as if to clear it, glances back at the tablet in her hand. “Well, we know it’s fully functional, at least. And by functional, I mean you could probably father an entire infantry division. So, don’t, you know,” she laughs awkwardly, glances at a stony-faced Kara with a sheepish little grin. “Don’t go sticking it into places you can’t get it out of.”
Linda hums a little, amused. “I don’t,” she clasps her hands together, swings her feet beneath her from her perch on the sterile bed. “And I won’t. I touch it sometimes—”
“Oh, my god,” Kara hisses, pinching the bridge of her nose. Alex snorts.
“—When it gets too hard, it’s painful,” Linda continues, glancing down between her legs again thoughtfully. “It feels good when I do.”
“Oh, I’ll bet,” Alex snickers under her breath, elbowing Kara’s side. "This is a cringe-fest," she laugh-groans aloud, doubling over playfully. "Bring out the brain-bleach!"
"And sometimes," Linda barrels on, cupping it against her stomach and letting it flop back down, "sometimes, Lena helps, too."
The silence that follows draws out interminably long—long enough that Linda starts humming It’s A Small World under her breath while she lets it flop up and down against her stomach in tune.
Eventually, Kara collects herself enough to cry, “What?” and Alex starts laughing so hard she doubles over in tears.
“Talk!” Kara yells, advancing on her aggressively, red-faced and livid. “What do you mean ‘Lena helps?’ Did you force yourself on her?” she’s so loud, she’s nearly screaming, spit flying out of her mouth in her rage. Linda wipes off a fleck of spittle on her own cheek delicately.
“No,” Linda frowns, brows crumpling together in obvious affront. “Of course not, how dare you? How could you think I’d ever hurt her? I know of consent. I know of assault,” she turns her chin up at her, looks her squarely in the eye. “I’ve read of it, I’ve heard of it. I would never, not on anyone, and never Lena—”
“Then what did you mean?” Kara is all but hysterical, balls her fists up in front of her in clear restraint. “What were you—stop playing with it!—what were you doing with Lena?”
“She helped me, the first time,” Linda says, painstakingly slow, likely confused at Kara’s incomprehension. “Now, she helps me, sometimes.”
“I think what Kara means, Linda,” Alex interjects, bottom lip trembling from the effort of keeping her laughter in check, “is how exactly did Lena start, um, helping you out, exactly? And, uh, how does she—er, help?”
“The first time?” Linda lifts her head to look across the lab, squints thoughtfully at a raised sterile bed in the center surrounded by monitors on stand-by. “I sat there, the first time you brought me here, and she performed the medical exam.”
“Oh, right,” Alex clicks her tongue against her teeth. “We were short on people,” she explains to a quietly seething Kara. “We were raiding that eugenics lab at Alta Vista, we had Lena come down to take a look at her, remember?”
“It started hurting, it was growing so hard. It always hurts when I’m with Lena,” Linda starts swinging her legs again, ignores Kara’s spluttering. “I touched it, to make it hurt less, and she asked what I was doing. I told her it hurt, that she was making it hurt. And then she said she was sorry, and that she could help, if I wanted.”
“What did she do?” Kara cries, clawing at her hair in her anxiety. Alex is laughing so hard she staggers, clutching the desk for support. “What did you make her do?”
Linda straightens abruptly, squares her shoulders back, offended. “I didn’t make her do anything!” she snaps. “You can’t make Lena do anything she doesn’t want to do,” she folds her arms, glaring right up at her.
“So what did she do?” Alex wheezes, hauling herself upright with difficulty. “To help out?”
Linda looks up at her, then back down between her legs. “She put her mouth on me,” she says, prodding at her length absently with the tip of her thumb. “She put her hair up, and she put her mouth on me and sucked it until it stopped hurting. And then I said thank you, and she gave me a kiss, here,” she points at her mouth. “It was very nice. The kiss, I mean. But also her mouth on me. Too.”
“I fucking knew it,” Alex screeches, roaring in clear amusement.
Kara’s face is so red, it glows. “Oh, my god,” she whispers. “Oh, my god—”
“So is this a regular thing, now, between you two?” Alex chuckles, wagging a finger at Linda to Kara’s immense irritation. “Do you still—help each other out?”
“Yes,” Linda says, confused. “That’s—what I said earlier? Lena tells me I can ask for help anytime, and sometimes, when I go to visit her for lunch—” (“—you go to see her for lunch?” Kara yelps indignantly) “—she tells me she misses having me in her mouth, and I tell her I do, too. Sometimes, also, she uses her hand. Like this?” she makes a crude gesture to indicate the motion, and Alex crumples to the ground in hysterics. “And it feels good. It feels very good,” she hums, smiling to herself a little dopily, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“Now, you listen here,” Kara growls, drawing her arm back to poke her roughly in the chest. “You stay away—”
“But, I like it best,” Linda sighs, more than a little wistfully, “when I help Lena out, too, and when she feels good because of me.”
“What?” Kara squeaks. “What, you—you help her? You help her?”
“Yes, sometimes she has long days at work, and people are cruel to her. So, at night, when I go to her room—” (“—you go to her room?” Kara screams) “—I like to make her lie on her back so I can spread her legs over my shoulder, like this?” she mimes the motion amidst Alex’s shrieking, “and then put my mouth between her legs, like she does, but without the length. It makes her feel better. I like to use my tongue, which she also likes.”
“Of course she does,” Alex guffaws, clapping a hyperventilating Kara on the shoulder with more force than intended.
“And sometimes—” Linda leans forward earnestly.
“Oh, what the hell?’” Kara cries hoarsely, turning on her heel. “There’s more?”
“—Sometimes, she likes to sit on my lap, and put it inside her,” she grins, wide and far too pleased with herself. “She likes that best. She says she loves the way it feels when I’m inside her. It feels very, very good when she moves it inside of her, and it feels very tight—”
“What feels tight?” a tired voice asks distractedly, and then suddenly Lena herself is sweeping into the lab, a long white coat draped loosely over her shoulders, and a hefty roll of blueprints tucked under the arm that isn’t tapping away at her tablet.
“Speak of the devil,” Alex whistles, suppressing a fresh bout of giggles. Beside her, Kara flushes an alarming shade of maroon, right down to her throat.
Lena frowns down at her tablet, tilting her head cursorily, clearly inattentive. Linda coughs politely. “Oh,” she gives a start, glancing up sharply. “Oh, Linda,” she says in surprise, smile soft and uncharacteristically shy.
“Hi,” Linda beams, clasping her hands across her knees. The motion draws Lena’s gaze down to her lap and she startles at the sight, blushing prettily.
“Yes,” Alex snorts, wiggling her fingers in Lena’s periphery until she turns to them, face brick-red. “Hi, Lena.”
“And the Danvers sisters,” Lena chokes out, fumbling for the collar of her button-down uneasily. “W-what a surprise!”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Alex hoots.
Kara snaps out of her reverie briefly and lopes forward, reaching forward to seize her none-too-gently by the wrist. “We need to talk,” she hisses through her teeth, glares at Linda over the top of her head meaningfully. “In private.”
Lena gulps.