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Lena stood with her hand on Kara’s locked doorknob, teeth set lightly on her lower lip, and replayed her memory of Kara giving her a key. “Please use it,” her girlfriend had said. “I want my home to be your home. Don’t convince yourself that it’s just for emergencies.” Kara had grinned that open, slightly bashful grin which never failed to warm Lena’s heart. “I like my apartment best with you in it.”
Alright, that was clear enough, and the door wouldn’t be locked an hour before game night unless Kara wasn’t home; Lena showed up early every week now. So really, the sensible thing to do was to let herself in and start setting up for game night, since Kara might not be home for a while longer. It went against Lena’s instincts—if it were her penthouse, she'd want Kara to ring the doorbell first before letting herself in—but Kara had made her preference clear. Lena put the key in the lock, opened the door, and had her coat halfway off before a hoarse groan made her freeze. “Kara?” She shut the door and hurried further inside, shrugging out of her coat and dropping it without a thought. She heard more now: deep, shuddering, throaty gasps, sounds of wood and metal straining rhythmically—
Lena froze again, just short of Kara’s bedroom, as a moan so breathy and ragged it verged on a growl made the curtains shiver. Kara was… was… well, she was moaning with more lust than Lena had thought a person could bear, and, by the sound of it, she was rutting her bed within an inch of its life.
Every instinct in Lena’s psyche told her that this was a private moment and she shouldn’t intrude. There was, however, the matter of last Wednesday: the one time Lena had dared to touch herself under her desk at L-Corp, Kara had heard—from halfway across the city—and promptly intruded with a telephone call. The results had been… comprehensively fabulous. Ordering Supergirl to bring her a change of panties had felt pretty great, too, to say nothing of Kara taking her on her desk as soon as she’d arrived. To watch Kara now, even to join in, struck Lena as fair play. Then there was the scientific angle: what in the universe made Kara growl as if possessed? Could it be replicated with a partner? And why hadn’t Kara shown this side of herself in bed? With a mental mutter about curiosity and the cat, Lena stepped around the corner, intending to lean casually against the wall, arms folded, eyebrow arched—
Her knees nearly gave out at the sight before her. Thrown over the familiar patterned comforter was a black waterproof bedcover—not the blue one Lena was coming to know intimately. On the center of the bedcover was some kind of cushion. Tied to the top of the cushion were a wand vibrator and a strap-on harness. The whole arrangement was firmly anchored in place with the aid of Kara’s under-the-bed restraint set. Well, that explains the restraints, Lena’s single functioning brain cell observed. I always wondered why she had them if she never brought anyone home. The rest of Lena stood stunned in the bedroom entrance and stared as the love of her life—knees parted, hands planted, back arching and flexing, not a thing on except the sweat streaming down her face and making every rippling muscle glint in the evening light—rode the living daylights out of the biggest dildo Lena had ever seen—and she couldn’t even see most of it. Kara’s eyes were half-closed, but white-hot light flickered through her lashes with every clench of her muscular core. She was panting and growling as much as she was moaning. Lena might’ve been scared if she hadn’t been utterly fascinated—and then Kara came.
Ah, it’s some kind of shape-memory dildo. It had to be, to stay that big around after being subjected to the most intense orgasm Lena had ever seen—and, comparing the volume of fluid which escaped between the Kryptonian’s legs to the considerable amount already in evidence on the coversheet, this was far from the first time. So reported the analytical part of Lena’s brain; the rest was entranced by the sight of her darling Kara Danvers splitting at the seams with pleasure. If tigresses orgasmed, surely this is what it would look like: eyes flashing, fingers clawing holes in the bedcover, sweat-sheened biceps and triceps standing out in lightning-strike relief, pelvis battering a hole in spacetime as she ground the poor, defenseless cushion into the bed. “Sweet Christ…” Lena breathed.
A deep, primal, throatily-feminine growl, thoroughly pleased yet thick with hunger still unsated, reached Lena’s ears, followed moments later by a waft of chill air. A smile grew on Kara’s face. She let her head hang, unfocused eyes staring blankly at the bedcover as sweat fell in droplets from her brows and nose.
The scientist in Lena noted that Kara’s self-awareness was returning. Sneaking away was probably impossible now. The only thing to do was make a good first impression. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said, “You’re a wonder, Kara Zor-El.”
Kara looked up sharply, eyes showing a little fear and apprehension, but more than anything she looked flushed with exertion. Her chest heaved with every breath; she clearly didn’t have much capacity available for feeling embarrassed. “Lena…” It came out shaky, rough, like she’d just won a crocodile-wrestling marathon.
Lena knelt on the loveseat at the foot of Kara's bed, leaned forward, and simply rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s. Good god, her skin felt almost feverish. Lena bit back a concerned question; if Kara was unwell, she would say so, and if she was healthy then Lena didn’t want to imply otherwise. A lighter thought tugged her lips towards a smirk: “Thanks for the key,” she said huskily.
Kara, finally recovered enough to look bashful, smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're not shocked."
"More like awed, fascinated, and hot under the collar."
At that, Kara pushed back and sat up on her knees, hips jerking when her clit brushed the still-buzzing wand. "I..." Now she did look embarrassed. "Lena... I need to... it would be best if you left me to myself until game night." She ran her hands down her sweat-sheened face, treating Lena to the sight of a stark naked Supergirl, inner thighs slick to the knees, swollen red lips twitching hungrily around the base of a blue dildo, looking for all the world like—
“Lena, my eyes are up here.”
Lena jerked her attention upwards, though several of her thoughts remained between Kara’s legs.
"Lena, I need to come at least twice more and then shower before the others get here, and if you're here keeping me excited—"
“Could I help you finish sooner?”
Kara’s lashes fluttered and her hips rocked against the cushion. At the touch of the wand, she gasped and sought more pressure. “M-maybe, but I don’t want to risk not finishing—”
"Understood. Carry on, Supergirl."
"Thanks." Kara closed her eyes, bit her lip, and sent her hands to her breasts. Lena tore herself away and went to check on the living room.
Kara's hair was still dripping from the shower when she emerged into her living room. Even in her plain shirt and sweatpants, or perhaps because of them, she looked to Lena as fresh as morning dew and clear as seaside sunshine. "I'd say you clean up nice," Lena offered with a friendly smirk, "but I liked you just as much before."
Kara didn't quite meet Lena's eyes. "Thanks," she muttered. "I'm, um, sure you have questions, but I don't want to start and then get interrupted. Just... don't get handsy tonight like you did last week. Keep it at our classic cluelessly-platonic level."
"Okay." Lena certainly had questions, but she could wait; their friends would arrive any minute now.
"And absolutely no kissing my neck or ears tonight."
"Promise."
The next evening, as twilight filtered through the high windows of Kara’s living room, Lena’s favorite alien shifted self-consciously beside her on the couch. “So.”
It took every once of Lena’s self-control to not arch an eyebrow. She was determined not to sexualize this topic unless Kara did. Instead, Lena offered a gentle smile. “That.”
“Yes.” Kara glanced down and breathed.
“I already haven’t freaked out,” Lena reminded her softly.
“Thank you. It’s just… a little… I mean there’s talking about sexuality and there’s admitting that mine is actually, materially different from everyone else’s.”
Lena leaned closer and covered Kara’s hand with her own. “Sweetheart, I already know that you’re different from anyone else I will ever meet. I knew that even before you told me you were Supergirl—but that’s not the reassurance you need. Kara, do you realize how much I’ve enjoyed dating an alien? I relish learning about you. You’re fascinating to me. Whatever you’re about to tell me about yourself, I’m going to be thrilled to learn something new.”
“Um, gosh…” Kara gazed fixedly at Lena’s hand on hers. “I guess… that does kind of make it easier…”
Lena pulled her hand back and propped her head against it, elbow on the back of the couch. “Tell me something new about Kryptonians.”
“Yeah. So, um… part of the reason our culture was…” She paused, started over. “We were very… what I mean is, ritual was a central… thing, for us. Formality and dignity and custom were part of everything we did. Part of the reason for it was that our bodies are more… cyclical than humans. It was so weird to get used to hearing humans talk about ‘periods’ as something specific to women and fertility. Every Kryptonian ever born had several different periods with different lengths and purposes. There was a growth cycle, an energy cycle, a rest cycle, a romance cycle, a learning cycle, a wisdom cycle… everything.”
Lena’s smile grew. “Is that why Rao’s light is so central to Kryptonian culture? You likened the cycles within yourselves to Krypton's cycles of days and seasons?”
Kara’s jaw dropped. Lena had just time to wonder if she’d inadvertently spoken sacrilege before Kara said, “Did… you think of that just now?” Tears welled in her eyes. “That’s exactly how we conceived of ourselves.”
Lena nodded. Her next deduction dragged at her heart: “And when you came to Earth—”
“It was like psychological Groundhog Day. Every day, I felt exactly the same as I had the day before. I was terrified that my grief would stay fresh and piercing forever.”
Lena reached out and stroked Kara’s hair. “I’m so sorry, honey.”
“It got better after a while. I think it ended up being a bit like interplanetary jet lag.”
“How long did it take?”
“My rest cycle came back in a few days. The more psychological ones took months. They were all more subtle, though.” Kara laughed at herself. “Sometimes I wonder if my wisdom period ever came back.”
Lena grinned. “I don’t know, it might explain more if it’s working properly.”
“The cycles aren’t between poles, just whether I’m at my best or not.”
“You brought it up, sweetheart.”
“Like I even needed to, Miss Resident Genius—and yes, ‘I flew here on a bus’ was at the low end of that cycle.”
Lena smirked. “That goes without saying.”
“Right. So. Some of the things that changed under Earth’s sun… my energy cycle is gone, or maybe overwhelmed by all the solar energy in my body. My…” Kara trailed off, blushing. “The period that’s most like what humans mean by “period” is… I don’t bleed and it doesn’t have exactly the same kinds of… but, um, the more direct sunlight I get, the… the more my, um… symptoms… resemble… heat.”
Lena looked blank. “Heat?” Her mind offered up a connection: “As in, what some mammal species…” There was no point in finishing the question when Kara’s ear-steaming blush had already answered it.
Kara tried words anyway: “You know… increased, um, arousal, elevated temperature, and… assertiveness…”
Lena arched an eyebrow. “You were certainly asserting yourself over that strap-on.” Kara buried her face in her hands, but Lena caught her and pulled her into a hug. “Kara, it was amazing. Breathtaking. Whatever else your period is, however much or little I’ll ever interact with it, know this: I found you hot yesterday. You don’t ever need to feel embarrassed about it with me.”
“Thanks.” Kara sighed and leaned into Lena’s shoulder. “It’s just… the really in-heat part only ever lasts a day, but it’s been so difficult trying to keep it secret. Can you imagine going to work in an open-concept office with your body on fire to fuck? There was one day I had to call in sick, and piss off Cat Grant, because I couldn’t bear to sit burning in my chair for eight hours wishing I could drag Lucy Lane into a bathroom stall and—” She froze and went red all over. “I’m so sorry, I—”
“Don’t be. You hadn’t even met me then, Kara, and I trust you. You don’t need to pretend she’s not hot.”
“Sorry. That was mid-July, too, and I had it bad. Maybe the worst part is knowing that the more I enjoy this planet’s glorious sun, the worse my heat's going to be.”
“Worse? Does it feel bad?”
“No, it feels… you know when we’re in bed, and I’ve been teasing you, and you’re hot and soaked and ready to have fingers inside you right this second? It’s that, from the moment sunlight hits your skin in the morning until you wear yourself out or the next day—and I’m still hot and bothered the next day, just not burning for an orgasm.”
“And yesterday was the day, and you were trying to wear yourself out before game night.” Lena paused. “Just out of curiosity, how many of the times you ran out on me were actually for heat and not Supergirl?”
Kara couldn’t meet her eyes. “Two.”
“Kara.” Lena was all seriousness. “Do you understand that I would absolutely love to help you wear yourself out?”
“I do now.” Kara bit her lip. “Do you understand that I could kill you by accident?”
“That you could, yes. How likely is it?”
Kara pursed her lips. “Honestly… it’s probably manageable. We could start with you holding a toy for me and work up to… more intense things.”
“Speaking of intensity,” Lena said, “my cursory understanding of mammalian heat is that it’s more about receptivity and presentation than about assertive behavior. Yours is different?”
“Apparently. I guess I have a heat cycle but not a presentation instinct. All I really know is that all that burning arousal needs an outlet. It feels like my body is turning into a star, like my muscles are all pouring heat into my blood, and somehow I know that the only way to quench the fire is to come a lot. Maybe that part’s similar to an Earth mammal heat, but from there, it's…” Kara paused, brow furrowed. “No, the whole frame of this discussion is wrong. I’m not an Earth mammal. I’m a Kryptonian. The whole notion that males fuck and females get fucked is very much an Earth thing. It was moderately common on Krypton for people to have their preferred sexual role shift with one or more of their cycles. It was also common for a woman to be… appallingly direct and assertive about her sexual desires, judged by American standards. On Krypton, I wouldn’t have felt “in heat” at the peak of my fertility cycle, but it would’ve been completely normal for me to feel turned on and to want to mount someone. So, here, when I’m in my supercharged heat, at no point do I go, ‘Gee, I should get someone to take care of this for me.’ I get myself off the way I want.”
Lena found she had to clear her throat before her voice would work. “I… wow. Um, you mentioned that getting more sunlight changes the… intensity?”
“Yes. The hot feeling, the level of arousal, and how much I need to come before I cool down all seem to depend on how much sunlight my skin absorbs.”
“So the thing with Lucy was especially intense because it was summer?”
“Yes. How much I’m outside matters, of course. Clothing matters.” Kara ducked her head. “Last summer I only went sleeveless when I knew I’d see you.”
“It makes that big a difference?”
Kara wet her lips. “Let’s just say… it’s… really just as well that I live in the mid-latitudes.”
Lena arched an eyebrow as her sharp mind grasped the implications and ran with them.
“A month-long honeymoon?” It’s a shocked gasp, a surprised squeak, all wrapped up in precious innocent curiosity. “Can you even be away from—”
“I’ve already arranged it with Sam at L-Corp and Alex at the DEO. J’onn will put in regular appearances as Supergirl, and Alex will be able to reach us if only a Kryptonian will suffice. We’re off the hook, Kara.”
“Wow. And our own private tropical island…” Kara snapped out of her daydream. “Lena, if it’s on the equator, and we’re there for a whole…”
Lena’s smirk smoldered with cunning. “You proposed to a Luthor, honey.”
Kara blushed scarlet and covered her eyes. Lena opened her mouth to speak, but Kara held up a hand. “No, wait, let me guess: you’ve been planning this since the moment I told you about my heat—"
“Accurate.”
“—and you’re going to suggest that I wear the bare minimum of clothing, just to be sure I get as much sun as possible.”
“When there are others around to see, yes.”
Kara rolled her eyes, then aimed a smirk of her own at her fiancée. “I just want to state for the record: having me on top of you is not a substitute for sunscreen.”
Lena basked in the beach sand’s warm, firm embrace. “I don’t normally say this,” she murmured to the sky, “but I am so glad I’m rich.”
Kara laughed. “It’s pretty great, not gonna lie.” She sat up and stretched decadently, treating Lena to a view of sun-drenched skin and muscle. The Kryptonian’s only attire, a sheer blue bikini top and skirt, served solely to keep Kara from feeling exposed. Neither the sun’s rays nor Lena’s gaze had any difficulty reaching the skin beneath.
Lena’s beachwear was another matter. She had fully intended to spend their private time nude, but Kara had pointed out that a single sunburn somewhere sensitive could spoil the month’s climax. Silver lining: the look on her wife’s face when she saw what the new black bikini did for her breasts.
Besides, she loved feeling Kara take it off.
That’d happened so many times in the past four weeks that Lena worried the clasp might wear out. Then again, Kara probably would’ve torn it off in impatience yesterday if it’d been tied on. Lena felt intimately attuned to Kara’s arousal cycle: their wedding had been the day after Kara’s heat, and the Kryptonian had plenty of smoldering desire left with which to ravish her beloved. Then, settling down to a sparky simmer, warm in every delightfully Kara way. Playful, teasing, dorky, daring, languid at times but with a subtle increase in dominance with each passing day. On their visits to the mainland—where Kara wore white and as little as she dared—the Kryptonian grew handsier, more willing to display intimate affection in public. Whether that was the cycle or an increase in confidence, Lena didn’t know. She’d find out whether the confidence remained during the next cycle; for now she was loving Kara’s firm hand on her butt when they walked, on her back while they danced, around her waist as they sat and watched another stunning sunset from the four-poster bed on their private islet’s beach.
“I am so, so blessed,” Kara whispered.
Lena tucked her head into Kara’s neck and watched the orange and red glory unfurling before them. “Is there a little of Rao in our sunsets?”
Kara was quiet, and even quieter when she answered, “Yes.”
Lena snuggled closer. Her alien wife felt warmer every day now. “I’m so glad I got away from the office.”
“Me, too. Those new designs look brilliant, Lena.”
“Thank you for keeping an open mind about bringing a little work on our honeymoon.”
“I got some good writing done, too. A month on an island is a long time for just sightseeing and sex.” She took a breath. “Speaking of…”
“Speaking of—”
“Jinx!” Kara squeezed Lena’s shoulder. “Tomorrow’s heat day.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Calm before the storm, I guess.”
Lena lifted her head to meet Kara’s eyes. “Hey. However tomorrow goes, I’ve had the time of my life, and I’m going to keep on having it with you. If something turns out to be too much, or doesn’t feel good, just say so. I am not going to feel disappointed.”
“Thank you.” Kara’s smile wavered. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to just sleep tonight. I’m starting to feel like an unstable jenga tower.”
“Certainly.” Lena stretched to press a kiss to Kara’s brow. “Your body, your rules.”
“You’re wonderful.”
Lena slid lower in the bed and grinned up at her wife. “I know.”
Kara gasped, feigning shock. “You know?”
“That ace reporter from Catco thinks so, and I hear she has excellent taste in sources.”
Kara laughed and slid down to cuddle. As she adjusted the sheet over them, Lena saw what daylight had masked. “Dear Rao.”
Kara froze. “What did you say?”
“You’re…” Lena found it a struggle to form words. “Remember when… you said your heat felt like your body was turning into a star?”
Kara looked down at herself, stared slack-jawed at the faint red-gold glow emanating from beneath her skin. When she held up a hand to shade her bicep even more, Lena saw the glow of individual muscle fibers through her skin. “You’d better put on more sunscreen,” Kara said finally. “Everywhere.”
Lena needed a few extra moments to remember where she was. The morning sea breeze, the gentle roll of their private lagoon’s shallow waves: those were familiar, but not the sensation of hot, soaked-through fabric against her back. Why fabric and not Kara’s body… right, she had put on a robe because their mingled sweat might dissolve her sunscreen, and if Kara really was radiating sunlight…
Kara’s arm tightened around Lena—hot even though the robe. Kara drew in a breath, deeper and rougher than usual, and Lena shivered against her. Kara stirred, breathed deep of Lena’s hair, and murmured, “Yes or no?” as her fingers found the lapel of Lena’s robe.
“Good morning to you, too.” Lena teased.
Kara stiffened. “My patience is a limited resource today. Don’t make me waste it. Please.”
Lena bit back a sultry retort. “Sunscreen one more time,” she said instead, “and then yes.”
“It says to wait ten minutes before getting wet,” Kara said resentfully, then sighed an unexpectedly chilly breath and threw back the sheets. “Maybe it’s for the best. Gives me time to eat something.”
Lena gawked, first at the orange glow radiating from beneath Kara’s bare skin, then at Kara’s words as her mind processed them. “You’d skip a meal?“
“I’m hungry for exactly one thing.” Kara tossed the sunscreen at Lena and then dug into her bag of snacks.
“So it’s started?“
Kara twisted, and Lena found herself staring into glowing-hot eyes. “Lena Luthor, you’re my favorite genius on any planet, but I swear if you ask one more silly question…”
They ate a light breakfast sitting back-to-back in the sand; it was the only way Kara could keep her eyes and hands on task. “Do you remember your promise?”
Lena forced her attention away from the ever-growing scent of sweat and sex wafting from behind her. “I’ll vocalize any pain, and say ‘Kara, stop’ if anything worries me.”
“Thank you.”
When Kara seemed to be steeling herself, Lena took the initiative. She scooted from behind her wife, threw off her robe, and knelt astride Kara’s thighs. The Kryptonian’s body was so hot now, Lena felt it even before they touched. “Kara Zor-El,” she declared, “fuck me now.”
Kara surged up from the sand and threw Lena over her shoulder. Lena squealed and clutched at whatever of Kara she could as her wife raced to the water and deposited Lena in the surf. An instant later Kara was straddling her, pinning her wrists against the wet sand, glaring gloriously down at Lena. As Lena stared back, breathless, a wave broke over them—and Kara let out the most guttural, primal sigh of relief Lena had ever heard.
“Glad to be cooling off?”
Kara groaned and hung her forehead against Lena’s. “You have no idea. I was always afraid I’d crack my tub if I tried to take care of things there.”
“You know my penthouse has a pool. Help yourself.”
“I will.” Kara grasped Lena’s wrist and directed it between her legs. “Warm me up.”
“Do you even need it?” Lena’s fingertips found slick-coated lips already engorged, hot, and parted.
“I want it.”
That was all the reason Lena needed. She stroked the length of Kara’s opening, and Kara shivered from head to toe. “So sensitive,” Lena murmured, taking it as permission to press her middle finger inside—“Fuck, you’re burning inside.”
“Is it—” Kara’s walls clenched tight around Lena’s finger. “Too much?”
“No. It’s like a hot tub.”
“Cool—ooh, I like that… oh, and that, too,” Kara moaned, as Lena eased two more fingers into her heat. “No clit yet,” Kara warned.
“I know, babe.” Lena drew her wife down into a kiss as she began working her fingers. Another wave broke over them, and Kara purred into Lena’s mouth. “This is so nice,” she whispered against Lena’s lips.
“Mm-hmm. Same time next month?”
“I won’t… won’t hold you to that. You haven’t really seen—ohhh, but you will soon if you keep that up,” Kara sighed, as Lena began teasing her hood with the heel of her hand. Lena sent her other hand to caress the length of Kara’s muscled back. Through her palm she felt Kara’s skin burn even hotter, her breathing deepen even further. The Kryptonian’s sex clenched more forcefully, rocked more demandingly into Lena’s hand. When Kara clenched so tight it hurt, Lena withdrew her index finger. Kara nodded and kept riding; two fingers seemed to be plenty today. In another minute she was moaning Lena’s name, clawing fistfuls of sand at either side of Lena’s head. Lena knew it wouldn’t be much longer. She directed more pressure, more attention to her wife’s clit. Kara gasped, her hips snapped—
“S-stop, stop,” Kara said.
Lena withdrew her fingers, nearly gasping at how chill the ocean breeze felt after Kara’s sun-fire heat. “What’s wrong? Or do you need the strap?”
“I need you.” Kara grasped Lena’s flank and slotted their bodies together—and fuck, there was no friction at all, Kara was so wet. Lena threw her free leg around Kara and clung to her broad back as the Krypronian set about making her own friction. “I still—” Kara broke off in a throaty growl of lust. “I still want—need—to clench around something… but I couldn’t… your wrist… and I really need to…” She worked one hand under Lena’s shoulder, hugging Lena against her breast as she rutted her clit against Lena’s thigh, and came. She cried out through her shudders, not slowing at all, and as Lena dug in her fingers and came against hard Kryptonian quadricep, Kara growled, gasped, and climaxed again while the ocean waves crashed over them. Finally Kara’s hips stilled, and she let her head hang alongside Lena’s, catching her breath. Lena clung tight and tucked her face into her wife’s neck.
With a final, ragged sigh, Kara laid Lena in the sand, then sat back and threw her wave-soaked hair over her shoulders. The sight of her— breathless, flushed, naked, powerful—left Lena lost for words.
“Wow,” Kara murmured, a smile spreading across her face.
“Agreed.”
“I’ve never… I’ve never felt this satisfied so early in the day.”
At that, Lena felt faintly affronted. “Don’t tell me your heat is over already.”
“Not even close.” Kara grinned. “Just feeling amazing.” She leaned down and kissed Lena, warm and inviting, eager to share her afterglow. Lena lost herself in it—until Kara’s hips began rocking slowly against her thigh.
“Now the strap-on?” Lena prompted.
Kara’s hips twitched in anticipation. “Yes, please.”
Lena arched a brow. “Then one of us needs to go get it.”
“Always a catch,” Kara sighed. She started to rise, then paused. “If I go get it, I have to go to the bower and back again. Two trips…”
“Ah, and my sunscreen is soaked with sweat and seawater. You’re right, Supergirl: better carry me to the shade.”
Kara grinned her inner-goofball grin and swept Lena up into yet another bridal carry. Under their beach bower's canopy, she set Lena down and threw a cover over the bedsheets. Lena lubed up a strapless dildo and started putting it through her harness; Krypronian hands helped her finish in record time, then tackled her onto the bed.
“I need you.” Kara’s voice trembled as she stared down into her wife’s eyes. “I need you, Lena, now, I need you inside me so bad…”
“Then take me.”
Kara’s eyes flashed—literally flashed— and Lena had just enough time to wonder if she’d spoken her epitaph before Kara pinned her wrists to the bed. Kara transferred both wrists to one hand and sent the other to guide the head of the dildo between her lips. She sank onto it smoothly, taking it all into her hot, dripping sex with a hungry sigh. Then her expression settled, and she locked eyes with Lena. “I know,” and Lena heard the self-control in her wife’s voice, “that you’ve enjoyed it when I’ve… been possessive. Would it be alright… if I got… rough?”
Lena answered with the most direct, definite, demanding gaze she could muster. “Kara Luthor-Danvers, you'd better.”
Kara dove on her, gripping Lena’s wrists tighter and fisting a hand at her scalp to force Lena to bare her neck. Lena felt powerful hips bear down on the shared dildo at the same time teeth nipped at her jawline. Then Kara’s mouth sealed over her pulse and Lena was gone, lost, as her Krypronian wife worked her like an extension of the strap-on which flexed inside Lena with every clench of Kara’s muscular core. Delicious fire bloomed in her scalp when Kara pulled, in her nipples when Kara pinched, all over her back, shoulders, arms, sides when Kara scratched with those lovely hands—for Kara had relinquished Lena’s wrists to grasp both of Lena’s breasts, and now seemed to relish the desperate way Lena clung to her.
“Dominant streak much?” Lena gasped between orgasms—hers, Kara’s, both? It hardly mattered anymore.
“I mean, I knew I liked being on top, but having you all mine—” her hips rocked, a growl tore from her chest, and for this round she pinned Lena’s wrists in her irresistible hands, trapped Lena’s eyes in her searing blue-white gaze, and never let go. Kara came again before Lena was close, and now she took time out from her wild ride to try manipulating Lena’s end of the dildo with only the clenching of her own sex. The bulb inside Lena found its mark, drew a gasp, and Kara grinned eagerly. “Can I make you come just like this?”
Lena took deep breaths. “Doubtless, but not right now.”
Kara’s smile softened, and her steely grip around Lena’s wrists turned to gentle silk. “Break time?”
“Yes, please.” Kara slid off Lena’s strap and helped her sit up. “Burned off your need for a while?”
“A little while. Lunch?”
“What time is—no, I don’t want to know.” Lena peeled the harness down thighs coated with more mingled sex and sweat than she’d ever seen in her life. “Shower, hydration, and food.”
Kara made an ‘oh’ face. “We, um, might have to shower facing away, like at breakfast…”
“Only if you can’t behave while I finger you,” Lena answered with a smirk.
Kara smirked back. “If I let you lead in the shower, can I straddle your leg for the rest of the break?”
“You certainly can.” Lena raised a brow. “You know, I missed out on you playing with your breasts that first time. Will I get a show?”
“For you?” Kara took Lena’s cheeks in both hands and kissed her. “Always.”