Archive of Our Own

When Lena wakes up in the morning, the first thing she realizes is that she’s not alone. She’s on top of something, soft and sturdy. She can tell that it’s bright, too bright in the room, so she squeezes her eyes tightly. Moves her face forward, just a little bit, and discovers that she’s pressing her face against someone’s neck.

Softening when she realizes she's in the right place and she's safe, Lena breathes in this familiar scent. Kara sleeps soundly and softly and so quietly and oh—perhaps Lena begins panicking a little when it fully hits her, that she’s skin to skin naked against Kara. Heart beating fast, hyper aware of Kara’s bare body touching hers.

It takes a long moment to adjust to this reality, her inner ordeal disappearing as she relaxes.

Being with Kara Danvers is safe and comforting, but it also excites Lena, leaves her elated. Unbalanced and grounded at the same time. Kara is home, familiar and expected, but with so many layers that Lena never tires of uncovering.

It’s the first time they’ve slept together naked. Memories from last night rush into Lena’s mind and she just lies there. Content but overwhelmed, processing everything. She curls around her best friend, long limbs tangling around Kara’s, her leg slipping between Kara’s legs.

Sometimes it gets a little suffocating and too-hot when she sleeps with Kara, but she doesn’t mind running a little hot if it means never having to wake up alone and cold on Winter mornings. Sleeping with Kara is like having her very own heater.

(If only Lena could carry her favourite person around with her in her pocket wherever she goes. Her very own personal heater.)

Lena sighs, satisfied. Kara’s—soft. Very soft, the kind of soft that calls for numerous kisses and cuddles and laughters and hugs and touches, so Lena happily melts and squishes her face against Kara’s neck even more and—

“Lena,” Kara mumbles, strained and sleep-heavy, a hint of a smile in her voice.

“Mm,” Lena acknowledges, nosing against Kara’s throat. Out of sheer fondness, she presses an open-mouthed kiss to Kara’s jaw, wet and warm and playful, then nips at her skin.

Kara yelps a little, startled, fingers in Lena’s hair.

“Lena.”

“Kara,” Lena answers with a smile, voice low and teasing, and Kara sucks in a breath.

“Attacking my neck like a starving vampire the very first thing in the morning,” Kara murmurs with a chuckle. “Good morning to you, too. Are you done?”

“Mmh.” Another nip. “No. I think I lost my pillow.”

“You’re on me. I believe I’m your pillow right now.”

Lena’s quiet for a moment, considers. “I… also might’ve lost my blanket.”

That makes Kara laugh. “Okay, okay. I can hug you.” Big, strong arms wrap around Lena, and a gentle hand runs up and down her spine, warm and protective. “You should come with an instruction manual, Lena. In the mornings, my g—you get bitey.”

At that, Lena’s heart pounds, and she finally pulls back to look at Kara properly. Her lips part before she repeats what Kara had said, her voice soft.

“My what?”

The moment seems to hang in the air, half formed in the morning light.

Kara’s cheeks turn rosy. “My girlfriend.”

Lena beams. Yesterday really happened, huh. They confessed to each other, and slept together. It all happened.

This is no dream.

Kara chuckles, quiet. She’s grinning, and then cupping Lena’s face in her hands, soft and delicate. Her gaze, her touches—make Lena feel treasured and loved.

Then, Kara’s thumb starts moving, pressing against Lena’s cheeks, light and playful, causing Lena’s mouth to stretch into different shapes and lines. Her action turns into something teasing really quick.

It’s clear how much this seems to entertain Kara in the way that she laughs when she lightly squeezes, pinches Lena’s cheeks.

Lena arches an eyebrow, just staring, while Kara keeps going and going and giggling to herself, murmuring, wish you could see your face right now, so cute, Lena you’re so cute, until—

Lena bites Kara’s finger.

“Rao!” Kara yelps a little, laughing even harder. “See? Bitey. Girlfriend gets bitey in the mornings.”

Flushing, Lena smiles and tucks her face under Kara’s chin.

“Girlfriend was provoked into biting,” Lena murmurs, and Kara hums in acknowledgement as she starts stroking Lena’s hair. Gentle, gentle. Lena thinks she’s about to burst into a shower of sparks at how warm and giddy she feels—how Kara makes her feel. “I have to get up soon… are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Kara responds, squeezing Lena. “But I want to keep cuddling.”

“I can… stay for a couple more minutes.”

“Ten minutes,” Kara negotiates confidently, as if her opponent isn’t some clever and witty successful billionaire businesswoman.

Lena laughs. “No can do. Five.”

“Eight! Take it or leave it. Take the amazing deal while it’s sizzling hot.”

“Five, darling.”

Kara huffs and relents. “Okay, five.”

Two cups of coffee, freshly brewed, made by Kara. Toast with butter on their plates, thanks to Lena.

Lena and Kara move around in the kitchen in silence, listening to the hum of the world, birds singing loudly outside Lena’s open balcony, and someone honking their car in the distance. There is no rush, no pressing concerns, no demanding work to be done.

Nothing to do but exist softly and quietly, sip, and bask in the presence of each other.

“Is toast your usual morning breakfast?” Lena asks, taking a quick nibble at her slice. Kara sits behind the kitchen counter and Lena stands next to her, smoothing down her blouse and pencil skirt before putting on her black blazer.

“I like toast. I eat pancakes with some eggs,” Kara replies, “when we have them.”

“Do you like pancakes?” Lena pauses mid-tying her hair up into a high ponytail. “I will buy you pancakes and eggs.”

Kara's lips curl into a smile. She takes a sip of her coffee. “I can buy pancakes and eggs, too, Lena.”

“I know.”

It’s quiet.

“Strangely, I’m kinda craving for some waffles right now,” Kara says, almost absently.

“I’ll buy you a waffle machine,” Lena decides.

Silence falls around them again, something intimate and comfortable. Lena watches Kara while Kara eats and dresses herself. A new piece of toast hangs out of Kara’s mouth while she fixes her necktie.

Under the kitchen lights, Kara’s eyes, clear blue waterfall, sparkle. Her hair, some errant strands from the bed, makes Kara look so much softer around the edges, like she’ll smudge into the scenery if they’re not careful. The sharp curve of Kara's jaw and the way her biceps strain against her button up decide to take up residence in Lena's thoughts and—

“Something bothering you about the way I eat?” Kara asks, a smile tucked into the corner of her cheek.

Lena grins, lazy and shameless. She slips on her wristwatch.

“Lena,” Kara tries again, amused, and her cheeks turn a little red. “Do I look that good when I eat toast?”

“Yeah,” Lena answers bluntly, leans against the counter and touches Kara’s tie. Plays with it between her fingers, easy and casual, just simply delighting in the way her girlfriend gets shy.

“Oh.” Kara fake-coughs, shoots a brief, curious glance at Lena. Visibly blushing, visibly adorable. “Thanks.”

“I have to head out now,” Lena says, tugging lightly at Kara’s tie. Then, unable to stop herself, she tugs with a little more force this time, and Kara lets herself be pulled in. Lena catches Kara’s lips in a good morning and goodbye kiss, tasting coffee and toothpaste.

They’ve already kissed, it’s nothing new. This time Lena knows what to expect, she knows what Kara’s lips feel like, and yet it’s still like a revelation. The morning sunlight reaches them through the windows and Lena raises her other hand, strokes her fingers along the soft hair at the nape of Kara’s neck, sighing against her.

Kara smiles against her lips, and Lena can’t help but smile back; she feels like she’s young again, excited over the simple things, over little touches and kisses, over doing mundane tasks together.

The plainest of joys. The reality that Kara is hers. Cooking, washing the dishes, cleaning. All is still new and exciting. They do these tasks together, or for each other. Lena feels filled with sunlight to the brim.

“Thank you,” Lena says when they separate, voice low, husky. Each time Kara blinks, it gets slower.

“Don’t know what you’re thanking me for, but sure,” Kara responds quietly, draws Lena down for another kiss, longer and wetter and deeper this time. Lena melts, knees going a little weak, her hand going to Kara’s shoulder to steady herself.

“I… I still have a hard time believing this is real. I’ll see you later?” Lena whispers against Kara’s mouth. Hopeful, hopeful. “I love you.”

Over six years of wanting, yearning, and loving this woman. It’s a new day and it surprises Lena, how these three words slip out of her mouth so easily. Naturally and unrestrained. She doesn’t get the chance to feel weird about it, to wonder if they’re moving too fast, because Kara starts smiling and she’s opening her mouth—

“So do I—difficult to believe, but it feels right. Us. I love you, too,” Kara says back, hushed.

Personally speaking, Lena thinks Kara is at her hottest when she has something set in her mind, a goal to reach. Planning strategies or methods and then deciding what to do, to complete the objective.

It’s about that serious, focused, intense stare and furrowed eyebrows to emphasize it. Once she has successfully prevented or de-escalated a situation and she’s switched back to Kara Danvers without the suit, her hair is a bit of a mess but an attractive one that reminds Lena of what she looks like after sex.

Having said that, nothing beats Kara in the early stages of preparation. When she’s moving around or just staying still—researching what needs to be discovered and all the different ways it takes to get that information, investigating every little detail, whether it’s for her Supergirl duties or CatCo.

As both Supergirl and the Chief Editor of CatCo, she has a certain quality to her; she looks like she’s in control. Tender-hearted and golden retriever like, but that quality is still very much felt. It’s really, really appealing. People who attempt to get in her hair are usually those who mistake her kindness for weakness, and weakness is not what they are going to remember, if they dare try to take advantage of her kindness.

Right now, Kara’s leaning over Alex’s shoulder, analyzing the information that’s been handed to them on Alex’s tablet. Lena, on the other hand, stands across the room, running some calculations on her own tablet.

“Want me to handle it?” Kara asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s standing tall and firm, ready to be on the move.

Alex hums, scratching the side of her head. “Nah, don’t worry about this one, Brainy’s on the task. How about you catch up on some rest.”

That focused, hard stare expression immediately dissolves into a cute pout. The quick switch makes Lena smile. Fond, she feels fond.

“You sure, Alex? I can help Brainy speed up the process—oh, ow!”

“I said no. Also, crinkle,” Alex explains, arching an eyebrow, “and that didn’t even hurt. Dramatic.”

Kara huffs. She opens her mouth, about to protest—

The elevator opens. Kelly, J’onn, Brainy, and Nia come into view.

“Hey, guys,” Nia walks-skips towards them, with a milkshake in her hand. “Oh—Alex, you’re here. Alone with Kara and Lena. That’s always fun.”

“I know, right?” Alex barks out a laugh, before turning around to greet Kelly in a hug.

“Hey!” Kara whines, mouth gaping. “What do you guys mean by that?”

Alex and Nia only shrug, teasing smiles on their faces. It doesn’t need to be explained. Kara already knows, she just gets cute and flustered when called out about her tendencies to easily get lost in a bubble with Lena.

“So, Lena, how did that meeting with one of your clients go?” Nia asks, sitting on the table and sipping on her milkshake.

“They ended up dropping the deal,” Lena answers with a sigh, setting her tablet down. She rubs her forehead. “Don’t know why, they wouldn’t say. Very disappointing news, but I’ll live.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you want to see and touch my biceps?” Kara asks in a really sincere, sympathetic tone.

Lena completely stills. She thinks about it very seriously, then nods.

“Yeah—”

“Oh my god,” Alex groans, squinting her eyes at the two. “Kara’s biceps aren’t going to magically fix your problems, Lena.”

Kara gasps, stepping into Lena’s space and moving behind her, holding her hips.

“Lena, don’t listen to her, she doesn’t understand us,” Kara says, peeking over Lena’s shoulder to look at her sister.

Alex rolls her eyes, but it’s fond. It goes quiet for a bit.

Lena and Kara share a look.

So.

Everyone’s here. Well, this is it, it’s the perfect time. It’s been two days since they both confessed to each other, since that night at Lena’s penthouse. They agreed to take things slow in regards to their relationship, since slow and unhurried worked out for them. Now, they have the chance to share the news about their recent development with their friends.

Alex and Kelly already know, but the rest? They should know, too. The big surprise.

Kara searches Lena’s eyes, seeking confirmation, and Lena nods.

“Okay, guys. Guess what, you’ll never believe this. Lena and I are a couple now,” Kara announces proudly, nodding hard, hand in hand with Lena.

Everyone stops moving. Stares at them.

“Uh,” Nia says, scratching her cheek, “a couple of… what?”

Alex snorts, knowing.

“A couple. We are a couple,” Kara repeats slower, and raises their hands in the air as if this is supposed to explain everything.

They’re met with silence. Nia, Brainy, and J’onn only keep staring at them.

“What Kara is saying,” Lena steps in kindly, “is that we’re together. We’re in a relationship. We have feelings for each other.”

All mouths closed, no one speaks. All blank expressions.

Until J’onn breaks the silence, finally speaking.

“Wait, hold on a moment,” he says, face intense, eyes going wide. “You two? Together? I mean—this is great news.”

Lena flushes a little, but nods. Kara’s positively grinning, and now J’onn looks elated, a genuine warm grin on his face. Brainy is watching in absolute shock while Nia is unmoving, seeming to decide how to react.

“No way. Wow, I can’t believe it,” Nia says with a weak voice, a delicate hand on her chest. She’s trying and failing to look surprised. “An unbelievable thing happened. Who could have known this would be the outcome?”

Lena sighs, she’s about to retort, but then two hands grab her shoulders and it’s—Alex? Nia joins in, this time with a wicked smile on her face, and suddenly Lena’s being lifted in celebration, only to be passed off to Kelly and Brainy like she’s a cat.

“Hoorah!” Brainy says with enthusiasm, all too happy to participate in the celebration.

“What the, guys—” Lena yelps, trying to wriggle her way out of their hold—it’s not so easy when Nia’s using her powers, “Put me down! I’m not like a cat to be passed around!”

She looks to her girlfriend for help, but Kara only watches the whole thing in amusement, endeared. Traitor.

“You are absolutely like a cat,” Alex says, laughing when Lena breaks free and immediately hides behind Kara, fingers clutching at Kara’s cape. “Oh no, not the dagger eyes. The way you’re looking at me right now—should I sleep with one eye open tonight?” Alex raises her hands in the air in surrender, not even looking remorseful. “I apologize. Let me make it right, properly hug you this time. Come here, pspspsps—”

At that, Lena visibly glitches.

“No hugging. Hug me, and I’ll hiss,” Lena threatens and regrets her words so fast, realizing that she’s really not helping herself here. Alex is grinning at her, and Lena sighs, unimpressed with her antics. Kara only strokes Lena’s hand for strength.

“Listen, I’m happy for you two,” Alex breathes out a chuckle, her gaze softening. She nods at both Lena and Kara. “I know how these people feel. I wish I could say we’re all surprised, but we’re not. And I have to say, it’s really cute how you guys announced your relationship. As if this new development would shock our friends.”

“Wait. Huh?” Kara finally speaks with raised eyebrows, looking at everyone. “It’s really not that surprising to you guys? What.”

“Dude,” Nia snorts, hands on her hips, “no, it’s really not. All these years with you two dancing around each other? It was like watching a ‘will they, won’t they’ slow burn series in real life. I’m not kidding. I’m glad that you guys figured it out—that you two being a thing is finally, officially on the record.”

Laughter is etched into their corners and Lena’s filled with warmth, a light flush sitting underneath her skin. When she turns to look at Kara, she finds her girlfriend’s eyes already on hers.

It’s a little dizzying—Lena thinks, as she comes to a quiet realization.

There’s a new levity to Kara’s gaze now, happiness and affection bubbling out of every pore, and something that couldn’t have been there before. It has only been a couple of days and Lena’s already addicted to the way Kara looks at her. Open and uninhibited. She hopes she never has to learn what it’s like to miss the warmth in Kara’s eyes brushing over her like the gentlest touch, hopes that the sparkle in them would never fade away.

Alex

Hey Lena

You up for some drinks?

What are you doing right now

Lena

Alex

Uh yeah. Nevermind

And in case you were thinking of explaining, I don’t think I want to know what’s going on there in the laboratory

Lena

But what if I do explain?

Alex

But what if you don’t

Exhaustion makes itself known in Lena’s body on a Friday in the middle of November. Her eyes sting from staring at equations and her tablet screen for many hours and her muscles ache from standing up all day, moving around in her laboratory.

Now that she’s finished one one of her goals in her latest project and is ready to move on to the next one, she thinks she could use some rest to recharge her energy. Perhaps, an appropriate amount of time and actual sleep in her own bed sounds so much better than a cup of coffee, which in other circumstances the latter would always win.

But a cuddle with Kara appeals to her more.

Lena’s stubborn, but she knows her limits, knows when to stop working or else she gets sick or stressed out.

It’s 9pm when Lena makes her way to her penthouse, abandoning her personal laboratory. She thinks Kara’s there—knows this with confidence, actually. They haven’t spoken about officially moving in together, but Lena knows the topic will come up sometime in the future, sooner or later.

They’re on the same page.

It's been a long, gradual process of Kara’s things turning up everywhere and anywhere, from her clothes being put in drawers and hung up in spare closets, her toothbrush now standing next to Lena’s in the holder in her bathroom, her shampoo and conditioner in the shower cabinet, and Lena’s once barren kitchen filled with an abundance of food and snacks.

It just feels—natural to see her favourite person in every part of her life, living with her, eating with her.

When the elevator opens, she enters inside her home. The familiar scent of Kara’s fabric mixed with her daily used cologne reaches Lena’s nose. The lights are open and so is the balcony door. Lena steps out of her heels and peels off her coat.

She grabs a too-big sweater (Kara’s) in one of the drawers in her bedroom, and changes out of the rest of her clothes to put it on. Releasing her hair from the grip of her hair tie, she sighs and enters the study area as she massages her scalp.

There’s her girlfriend. Blonde hair down her shoulders, the swivel of Kara’s seat covering her body. It’s cold in here, Lena realizes. Cold just enough to make her goosebumps appear.

Quietly padding towards Kara, she crouches a little to touch Kara’s shoulders, greeting her with a soft:

“Hi.”

Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck, sneaking a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek from behind, then to the back of her ears. Sighing, content, Lena’s mouth stays in Kara’s hair for a moment. There’s something about Kara’s scent that Lena really loves.

“Oh, hey.” Kara turns her head a bit, to try to meet Lena’s gaze. “You’re home. I have my earphones in, didn't hear you come in at all.” Lined with lead. She plucks them out, a soft grin forming on her face.

“Mm, that’s okay,” Lena sighs, her words muffled against Kara’s shoulder, “knew you’d be here.” Unable to help herself, she peppers a kiss to the exposed skin where Kara’s neck and shoulders meet before nuzzling her neck, putting her lips there, too, before pressing her nose against it.

Kara sighs. Lena knows what that sigh means. Her girlfriend likes what she’s doing.

“Are you done for the day? Did you finish?” Kara says quietly, and lifts her hand. Touching the side of Lena’s head.

“Yeah,” Lena murmurs. There’s still much work to be done, but progress has been made. That’s enough.

“That’s good,” Kara says. She turns her gaze back to her work. “You know, if you came any later… I was going to fly to your laboratory, lift you up to my shoulders, then take you home.”

“Lift me up just like that?” Lena breathes out a quiet laugh. “Like a sack of potatoes if I said no?”

The best part of coming home, Lena is quick to discover in her relationship with Kara, is having Kara waiting for her, and only her. It gives Lena a sense of purpose she's never really felt before.

Kara blows out a breath, something like a huff. “Yeah, probably. No overworking under my watch. Sorry.”

“Mmh.” Lena extracts herself away from her girlfriend’s body to stand properly so she can see her well.

In front of Kara is a laptop and an empty cup of coffee. She’s working on something, probably for CatCo or something Supergirl-related.

“Kara?”

“Yeah?” Kara responds distractedly, eyes on her task.

Lena’s face burns a little, when she asks:

“Can you hold me? For a little bit.”

“What?” Kara cranes her neck, snapping her attention back to Lena.

She blinks and blinks, and determination leaves Lena along with growing embarrassment. Coming home to see Kara, disturbing and distracting her girlfriend during work.

“Lena, you know I miss you, too, but um…” Kara gives her a conflicted look. Lena watches how Kara’s hand travels to the back of her neck, rubbing the skin there. Her mannerism, whenever she’s nervous or thinking hard. “I sort of have an important task to work on.”

“I know—can I just sit on your lap? Just… to cuddle. Nothing else, I promise,” Lena reassures her because she’s too exhausted to do anything other than hugging her girlfriend.

Wetting her lips, she rubs her hands together, her too-long sleeves almost fully covering her hands catching Kara’s gaze.

Kara’s silent, but Lena can see how her expression twists into something defeated.

“Okay, c’mere,” Kara sighs, smiling. “I’m glad you decided to take a break.”

Lena grins, sleepy soft. Kara scoots in her seat to make room for Lena, and Lena carefully climbs over her lap, folding her knees so she can fit against her comfortably. Kara’s free hand presses on the small of Lena’s back, pulling Lena closer to her body. Lena snuggles up to her, tucks her face in Kara’s chest, her arms wrapping around Kara’s lower back.

It’s good. It gets even better when Kara presses a kiss to Lena’s forehead, her hand rubbing Lena’s back gently. Lena pulls away just a bit and tips her chin up, lets herself be read, gaze tender. And just like that—Kara gives Lena what she wants, closing the distance, kissing her.

Cupping Kara’s cheeks, Lena strokes her skin. Soft, intimate. She chases in a daze when Kara pulls away.

“Lena, I can’t be distracted,” Kara murmurs, chuckling, and presses her lips to Lena’s a few more times before shifting her focus back to her work.

“Mmh, didn’t mean to try and distract you. Not my fault you’re so kissable,” Lena snickers and closes her eyes, nuzzling Kara’s neck. Raspberries and rain and—home.

This is home, in the arms of her favourite person. This lovely, kind-hearted woman who understands her on a level nobody has before. Someone she knows she can trust without fear of being judged and who will stay to work things out when things get hard.

Lena feels completely comfortable, safe to be vulnerable. With Kara, there’s no need to lock off certain parts of her, whether that be her habits, her sometimes crippling anxiety and worries, or her wants and needs.

She hears quiet typing on the keyboard and computer mouse clicking. Feels the press of Kara’s lips every now and then, planting kisses to Lena’s skin.

Lena smiles, fists Kara’s shirt, and sighs contentedly.

Alex

Anyone free and wanna do something? Food and drinks? Movies? Anything

Kelly's gone out of town for a bit to visit an old friend. I'm bored

Kara

sorry, can’t right now

lena and i are working on a mission together, helping j’onn with something

she’s so cute :(

i’m gonna. explode

Alex

No probs

What’s in the suitcase

Kara

bunch of important paper files and

snacks :)

Alex

What

You put snacks in the suitcase? Why? What if it gets messy?

Kara

it won't and it's for the mission of course

it’s an essential thing for the team members

team members = me and lena

Alex

Yeah, okay, but why does it need to be in a suitcase and not like a soft bag that’s easier to carry?

It doesn’t seem practical

Lena would agree

Kara

i just asked her and she said she doesn’t agree with you. she’s got some of her stuff inside that we need for our investigation. snacks are just a plus

why can’t snacks be stored in a suitcase alex??

it’s lena’s suitcase by the way, she agrees with me that having snacks inside it is a very normal and reasonable thing

Alex

Sure, I bet you had something to do with that

She’d never put snacks in her suitcase filled with important files if it weren’t for you

Kara

wow

suitcase snack disliker

Lena

Anti suitcase snack.

Kara

suitcase snack hater, boo!!

Alex

Whatever

Grill me, I live for the adrenaline

Lena

Alex.

Why is it always my face being used as memes.

Alex

Because you are a living walking meme, my friend.

There are times when Lena forgets herself in public.

“Lena, I’m begging.”

“Mm, what?” Lena says distractedly, turning to look at Alex and blinks.

It’s a Friday night and Lena and Alex are spending some time together at a local bar, a welcome break from their hectic lives. There’s a TV in front of them, attached to the wall. The news is on, playing a clip of Supergirl in different angles, carrying a massive submarine above her head.

Kara Zor-El’s face is neutral as she lifts up the large weight. Unaffected. Effortless. Her big strong arms. Strong jawline. Then, suddenly the news cuts to her being interviewed. Kara is nodding as she listens to her interviewer speaking, with her arms crossed over her chest, the sinewy muscles of her biceps bulging under the movement.

“I just want you to know you’re the least subtle person on the planet,” Alex says airily as she swirls her beer and observes Lena, a hand on her chin.

That’s not right. Least subtleness is a Kara thing. Lena squints.

“Subtle about what?”

“One day I feel like you’re going to end up with rumours of you cheating on Kara with Supergirl. Look around you. Can you not look like you want to gobble my sister up for like five minutes? It’s very distracting and it’s making the people around us look at you weird,” Alex explains, glancing beside her, and when Lena follows her gaze she sees the two women sitting near them avert their eyes quickly. Huh. Alex adds, very quietly, “You’re Lena Luthor. They literally can't tell if you're plotting something nefarious and want to destroy her as a Luthor or you just—actually want to fuck her.”

Oh god.

Lena clears her throat, blushing.

“I’m. I’m not looking at her like that, Alex,” Lena says smoothly, and takes a sip of her cocktail. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend in a very normal way. It’s not my fault she’s on the news. Right in front of me.” Alex gives her an incredulous look, and Lena doesn’t back down one bit. “What? What am I supposed to do? Not look and appreciate? If people think I want to destroy her as a Luthor, that’s on them. That's old news to me.”

Alex stares at her as if she’s recalling an event. “I’m sorry, who am I talking to right now? Lena or Kara?” She snorts and strokes her beer. “You sound like my sister. You’re glowing, it’s actually kind of terrifying.”

And—yeah, that sounds about right.

Lena shoots Alex an easy grin, not even going to deny it.

She’s the happiest she’s ever been.

Nia

ayo we’re about to drop the sickest album ever

support us

Alex

Nice

Sure, drop some merch while you’re at it

Kara

omg you guys look so cool!!

you having a slow day over there?

Nia

yeah

i got told off for blasting songs too loudly :(

what are you up to, kara

Kara

eating lunch and watching lena work at her office

guys, lena’s so cool

Nia

lena’s always cool

Alex

What did she do this time

Kara

this time?

nothing

i’m just saying she’s cool

i think it should be said every day, even when she's done nothing

Alex

Kara, one day we're gonna have the talk about your overflowing praises every time Lena literally does and says the most normal things

But today is not that day

Lena

:)

Kara

haha hi lena you’re so cute

Lena

<3

Nia

wait are yall really about to flirt in front of my salad cause i will leave this group chat

you two are literally together right now, texting in the same room

Alex

Do it, leave

It's too late for me but save yourself, Nia

Kara is beautiful. So beautiful; everywhere she goes and everything she does—she’s beautiful beautiful beautiful.

Such as right now, with the way the afternoon sunlight shines on her, sharp jawline, the loose fall of her hair in the wind, clear blue of her eyes framed by thick lashes. They’re standing together side by side on Lena’s office balcony, enjoying the view of the city.

Little things like this are important to them. Because of their busy lives, any chance they get to spend time together, they take it, and that includes midday lunches when they’re both available. It’s a tradition of sorts for them, to take a breather in the sunlight on Lena’s balcony. It leaves both of them happy and relaxed.

It always warms Lena’s heart, the way Kara relaxes and tells her about her day, asks Lena about hers while playing with her hand.

They lean their elbows on the balcony railing. It’s a little past 1 pm and Kara’s playing with Lena’s hand. The sky is a rich fervent honey yellow and blue, the moon visible and pretty behind the clouds. Kara’s cape flutters lightly, the soft wind blowing across them.

When Lena turns her eyes back to Kara, she finds Kara gazing at her with a warmth that makes Lena blink in surprise. The way she looks at Lena, eyes solely on her, unwavering, makes Lena’s heartbeat run just a bit faster in her chest.

“What is it?” Lena asks, amused, tilting her head. “Something wrong?”

“Hmm?” Kara blinks. Then, she licks her lips, breathes out a chuckle as she shakes her head. “Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

Red lips curl into a smile. “You look at me everyday, darling.”

Kara pouts, nudging Lena’s shoulder with hers. She keeps her shoulder pressed against Lena’s, both of their elbows still resting on the railing.

“Okay, and? What’s the issue,” Kara murmurs, voice low, “just wanna look at you always.” There’s that gentle look in her eyes, the one where she looks at Lena like she’s everything she’s ever dreamed of.

And—she squeezes Lena’s hand before leaning in, capturing Lena’s lips with her own. Kara kisses Lena, slow and lazy and sweet. There's something utterly disarming and overwhelming about the way Kara kisses.

And—Lena feels so content and loved, wrapped up in Kara’s warmth like this, knowing that this is how Kara wanted to spend her break—with her, curling into each other and savouring every second of warmth that seeps from one body to the other, like it was always meant to be.

They stay in this bubble like they have all the time in the universe. Affection floods Lena's chest as she feels the stretch of Kara’s smile.

Nose bumping together, Kara pulls back. Lena watches her girlfriend with hoodied eyes and pink cheeks.

“I should return back to CatCo now,” Kara says quietly, her hand touching Lena’s wrist. Caressing Lena’s skin with her thumb. Gentle, slow. “I’ll see you later? This time, I’ll make dinner.”

Lena shivers, nods softly.

“Okay. Be safe.”

Days pass in a blur.

The glow of the neon lights outside Lena’s penthouse seeps through the balcony glass door, creating shadows and bouncing off every reflective surface. The glass table in the center of the living room brings the light with it as Kara sets her suit jacket down to the arm couch.

Lena stands in the kitchen, filling herself a cool glass of water. They’re both in their formal wear and they’re a little tired from a gala event they attended, one that Lena had no choice but to make appearances, fortunately accompanied by Kara as her date. She drank a couple glasses of wine earlier, the buzz of wine still present in her veins.

It rains heavily outside, Lena listening to the water tap tapping against her windows. It’s calming, soothing. She’s gotten rid of her high heels and she’s barefeet in the kitchen in her black thigh high slit dress, which she’d like to get out of soon.

A song plays, then, coming from Kara’s speakers.

Suddenly, Lena finds herself being turned around, no longer looking at the sink. She’s facing Kara. A hand on her wrist, Lena’s tugged forward gently, and then Kara’s arms are wrapping around Lena’s waist.

“Oh—Kara. What are you doing?” Lena asks, her arm instinctively curling around Kara’s back so that her hand is on Kara’s shoulder.

“Dance with me. Indulge me for a bit,” Kara answers, smiling widely, teeth on full display. Radiating her charm and gentlewomanly comportment.

They begin to sway.

Stay with me, darling. Let us lose ourselves in the moonlight. Lena recognizes the song playing. The tune, the singer, the lyrics.

Three weeks into their relationship, Kara Danvers, Lena discovers, loves to dance. She loves to dance while eating, or cooking, or when there's a song playing in the background. They sway gently in the kitchen, Kara staring down at Lena’s hips, fascinated like she loves the way her hands feel and look on them.

“Golly,” Kara breathes out, tilting her head slightly. “You’re so pretty. Beautiful. Cute. All the lovely things.”

“Darling…” Lena laughs, cheeks pinking. “Aren’t you a real poet, my love.”

Kara looks into Lena’s face. Her smile is wide and lazy. She starts humming, not singing, and they slow dance like high school sweethearts at prom. Kara is warm against her, and the light scent of her cologne fills Lena’s nose, and Lena’s—struck struck struck. Struck, not for the first time, by how much she feels like home.

The physical intimacy of it all, however small it is, is enough to bring a rise of Lena’s chest and tightening emotion up in her throat. Not bad emotions. Good. All the lovely things. A quiet overwhelming thing happening to her in the kitchen.

“Kara,” Lena murmurs, shivers a little. She threads her fingers in the long strands of blonde hair at the base of Kara’s neck.

The clear blue of Kara’s eyes draw Lena in, swirling with specks of reflection from the soft kitchen light, unblinking under Lena’s gaze.

“Let us lose ourselves in the moment. Lose ourselves as we both find,” Kara softly starts singing along to the words, “that there's nothing you could say that would make me go away.”

Lena’s heart slows slows slows down to a pleasant, heavy rhythm.

She finds that she can’t look away, though to be fair she could never anyways. Her girlfriend’s voice is beautiful. Kara looks so pretty and handsome, her hair tied up into a loose ponytail. Eyes shining and piercing, lips inviting and pink. Crisp white shirt with rolled up sleeves, navy blue suspenders and bowtie. Her gaze flickers down to Lena’s lips once, then twice. She’s embarrassed at being caught when Lena laughs, less so when Lena places her palm on the side of Kara’s neck, fingers winding their way through blonde locks.

With a fond sigh, Lena cups Kara’s chin with her other hand. She leans in, her mouth soft and sweet and gentle, when she touches her lips to Kara’s. Kara’s lips stretch into a smile against hers.

God, what Lena would do to pause time.

This is Kara. Her Kara.

Lena doesn’t quite have the words to describe this woman. She’s tender-hearted and delightful and just so Kara. She’s the highest highs of life and pulls everyone she knows away from their lowest lows. She saves stray cats and dogs from the rain. She fills their home with plants because she says Lena needs someone to talk to when she’s gone. She decorates every room with polaroids and photo frames and places sticky notes of positive affirmations on Lena’s work spaces. Believe in yourself. Don't give up. Embrace your mistakes because you learn something new. Remember to drink water. Look away from your screen, rest your eyes for at least twenty minutes. Some would call this corny. Lena calls it heartwarming and sweet and thoughtful.

When they separate, their faces are still close. Kara smiles, tender. Lena returns it and splays her hands on Kara’s chest.

The song fades into the next in Kara’s playlist. As soon as the song starts playing, Lena recognizes the beat. It’s a much older song, timeless. Fade Into You by Mazzy Star.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Lena murmurs, resting her head on Kara's shoulder.

“Be Lena Luthor,” Kara responds quietly, mindlessly rubbing Lena's sides.

Lena shivers.

In this world, it’s only them. Just them lost in each other, gently swaying to the music. These moments are Lena’s favourite; she likes it when Kara’s just with her and no one else. Just Lena and Kara, Kara and Lena.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew. Fade into you.

Lena closes her eyes in bliss and contentment as she listens to the music and just—lets herself feel. She can't really articulate the varying raw emotions coursing through her veins. They continue swaying. Back and forth, bare feet on the cold floor.

This is love. It’s love, but it’s also being able to feel so much, thankful and grateful for being alive, for being here at all. Not only that, the astounding thing is—the universe is billions of years old and Lena somehow managed to exist at the same time as Kara Danvers. And in a similar strange, wonderful happenstance, she gets to exist in Kara's space. Gets to love her, and be loved by her.

How lucky. How incredible.

Lena’s happy, happy, brims with happiness; she knows that happiness is not a state but specific moments and that’s okay—it doesn’t take the value of it. She grabs and holds onto them, taking comfort in the fact that she knows her place in the world, and feels like she belongs.

A week passes.

Lena

Kara, I’ll be coming home late. I have to travel a bit to have a chat with a client about a company deal.

You’re going out to see Alex later for sisters’ night, right? I won’t see you until morning.

Kara

not today, our plans have changed. something came up, alex has to cancel ‘cause j’onn needs her help later for a really important time-sensitive case

Lena

Oh. So you’ll be heading straight home after work?

Kara

yeah

i’ll probably just read a book, eat, then sleep

Lena

Mm, okay. I’ll most likely be back home at around midnight, so don’t stay up waiting for me.

Kara

oh, that late? you would leave your sad girlfriend alone and uncuddled in bed? :(

what if i helped you with your travelling. superspeed you to places

Lena

It’s fine, Kara. Travelling isn’t an issue, so just get comfortable at home and catch up on rest.

And what do you mean by sad? What’s wrong?

Kara

my day’s just kinda going poorly

i made an espresso shot and forgot to put a cup in the machine. then i accidentally spilled my coffee and stubbed my toe on my chair, accidentally breaking it. there was a bit of a mix up between my coworkers, an honest miscommunication that somehow resulted in a heated argument?? finally, in our afternoon meeting one of the new guys were being rude and just asked me if i'm the secretary

these are all just minor inconveniences, i know it’s not that serious

i think all i need is a good nap later

Lena

Darling, I’m sorry you’re not having the best time right now. I hope it gets better as the day progresses. I’ll try my best to get back as soon as possible—I’ll also buy you some food along the way. How does that sound?

Kara?

I’m sorry, I have to put away my phone for a bit. I’ll catch you later, okay?

Kara

aw i mean, like i said lena it’s not that serious but i appreciate your words!! all i need is a good nap :)

and it’s okay, don’t buy food cause i have leftovers from last night. i’ll be fine, don’t let me distract you. i hope your meeting goes well!

Despite them having a chosen designated place to live in, where they eat and sleep together, on some days Lena stays at Kara’s loft. It’s a little chaotic—their living arrangements since Kara still has most of her items in her own home, but it’s not that complicated.

Lena’s okay with sleeping anywhere, as long as she’s with Kara.

When she gets home, it’s late. Just two hours before midnight. Opening Kara’s door with one of Kara’s spare keys, she enters and immediately gets rid of her heels.

She hangs her coat on the coat hanger and sets down her handbag on the table. The lights are already on, but dimmed. She doesn’t know if Kara’s asleep, there’s no sound coming from the other side of the loft, so she does everything quietly, preparing to get comfortable. In the bathroom, she changes into more cozy wear and wipes away her makeup, carrying out her night routine.

When everything’s done, heading towards the bed, she sees that Kara’s actually been awake all this time. Her girlfriend’s in bed, reading a book with earphones on.

“Oh—Lena!” Kara says, the moment she notices Lena. She sets down her book and earphones.

“Hey,” Lena greets, slipping into bed to join her girlfriend.

“How did your meeting go?”

“It went perfectly. I’m excited for what’s coming from the connection I made,” Lena answers, loosening her hair tie and letting her hair down. She slips the tie over her wrist. “Have you eaten, my love?”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Kara says, grinning, small and soft. “And yeah, I have! Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

Kara nods in acknowledgement. Lena looks at her, considering.

“So, about your texts earlier,” Lena mentions, and smoothly places a leg over Kara. She straddles Kara’s hips, her palm flat on Kara’s abdomen.

“Oh, about that.” Kara flushes, shaking her head. “Lena. It’s not a big deal. I was just being dramatic.”

“Darling,” Lena murmurs, tilting her head. She tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks at Kara, then begins unbuttoning her shirt. “Don’t say that. I’m really sorry you had a bad day. Do you want to see my tits?”

Kara completely stills, jaw going slack. It takes her a moment to respond.

“That's—that’s been scientifically proven to help,” she replies slowly, nodding gravely and paying close attention to Lena’s deft fingers as they go down each button. “That would be very thoughtful of you. Therapy is expensive. Looking at your, uh—”

Lena waits for Kara to say it. Kara’s mouth closes and opens. Closes and opens again, her face going red. How cute. For someone who says words like ‘golly’ and ‘heck’ it’s unsurprising to see her girlfriend struggle to use language that rests on vulgarity.

“My…?” Lena prompts, delighted. She halts her unbuttoning, causing Kara’s face to drop.

“Your, your ti—” Kara tries again, and she’s looking to her left and right, before deciding to finally go in for it, “—your honkers...” Her voice is weak. “Honka honkas. Bazookas. Chachas. Tig ol' bitties. Jugs. Tatas. Hadonkadonkas—Lena, noo, stop laughing!”

So fucking cute. Lena's breathless from laughter, terribly, terribly endeared.

“Right,” Lena drawls, smiling. She arches an eyebrow, deciding to tease her more. “But I recall you mentioning something about being dramatic earlier. Do you really need this?”

“I absolutely do!” Kara nods her head, fast. “Not being dramatic. My day was truly awful, the worst day ever. Only your gazongas can fix me.”

“Oh my god.” Lena chuckles, heart warm warm warm, gaze fixed on Kara. “Dork. I adore you so much.”

She resumes her task. When Lena reaches halfway through her shirt, the curves of her breasts peek out visibly. Big, strong hands are suddenly on Lena’s thighs. Stroking, slow slow slow, and then squeezing.

Kara’s throat bobs, anticipation in her eyes. After the last button is unbuttoned, Lena has her shirt completely open now, the piece of clothing sliding down her body. Kara’s jaw goes slack and her breathing turns slow when Lena’s shoulders and breasts become uncovered, heavy and hanging open to the air.

Lena smiles, her stare heavy-lidded. She cups Kara’s face in one hand, thumb stroking her cheek. Kara’s breathing alters. She is so responsive to Lena, and it really makes Lena feel good about herself. Pleased that even though Kara’s seen her plenty of times like this, plain and bare, she still has the power to render Kara speechless and make her gawk.

“Is it helping?”

“It’s, it’s helping,” Kara croaks out. She clears her throat. “Would help more if I get to touch.”

“That’s all I want,” Lena purrs, tilting her head to the side and letting her hair cascade down her shoulders. Her hand travels down, and she rubs her palm just under Kara’s neck. “To help.”

Kara releases a shaky, excited exhale. Her eyes sweep over collarbone and some freckles, the expanse of creamy skin and the rosy tips of Lena’s nipples. Without wasting any more time, Kara fills her hands. Palming Lena. Cupping the ample flesh, kneading, and thumbs teasing Lena’s nipples to tight, sensitive points.

Lena smirks, soft. Bites her bottom lip as she abandons her shirt while Kara touches her. Shirt on the ground, Lena leans in to bring her mouth to Kara’s ear, drops her voice to a low and scratchy whisper that she knows will lift the hairs on the back of Kara’s neck.

“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“I—Lena, you don’t have to,” Kara says. She swallows, throat bobbing.

“Mmm,” Lena says, and she presses her lips to Kara’s jaw, “but I want to.”

Touching Kara’s face with her hand, she kisses Kara, and the kiss turns filthy fast. Hot and dirty, all open-mouthed. Lena relishes in the way Kara’s breath hitches when she slides her hand down Kara’s throat. One of Kara’s hands finds purchase on Lena’s ass, giving it a nice, tight squeeze before bringing Lena closer to her.

Lena is acutely aware that she’s the only one naked here—half naked—but she doesn’t care though. She doesn’t mind being exposed, vulnerable like this, when it’s only Kara who can see her. For a long time, Lena's struggled with being insecure with her body and it’s something she still works on. Slowly, she’s learning to be happy in her skin, comfortable. Very slowly, but surely. Knowing how attractive Kara finds her—Lena knows she doesn’t need Kara to validate these feelings, but it does give her a nice boost whenever Kara’s eyes linger too long, or when she touches her.

Kara’s hand grasps at the soft flesh of Lena’s breast, palm fitting around it perfectly. She licks into the hot, wet space of Lena’s mouth, swiping her tongue along the roof, drinking in the soft sound Lena lets out when Lena begins to roll her hips.

The kiss turns languid and deep. Lena’s tongue slides lazily against Kara’s, her fingers curling around the back of her neck. Just keeping her there in place as she tastes more, while she lets herself be touched and touched.

When they separate, they’re both panting. The glimpse of Kara’s blown pupils makes the breath stutter in Lena’s lungs. The way Kara looks at her, eyes wide and glazed, sends a shiver through Lena’s body that goes straight to her clit.

Lena licks her lips, lets herself stare just a bit more.

“Lena, um, my apartment walls aren't that great,” Kara breathes out a chuckle, a cute blush on her cheeks. “Sound proof issues. If we continue, my neighbours might hear.”

How thoughtful and sweet.

“Mmh.” Lena smiles something innocent. “If we continue, then I guess they’ll know how well you fuck me later,” she murmurs, soft and dangerous. “The most well-loved and well-fucked woman on earth? She exists, and she’s right here.”

Lena will just send out generous apology gifts later.

“Rao,” Kara whispers, going boneless and staring at the ceiling, letting out a choked sound. “Lena. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Good things, I hope?” Lena laughs, low and throaty, causing Kara to swallow heavy and giving Lena’s ass another firm squeeze. Warmth stirs between Lena’s legs, a tightening in her belly. She helps Kara out of her shirt, an easy and smooth task, then leans in, kissing Kara’s jaw.

Kara’s head turns to the side, allowing Lena’s mouth to explore lazily. Travelling south even further, Lena cups Kara's breast, her lips grazing Kara's nipple. When she licks, Kara's entire body tenses. Lena hums contentendly against Kara's skin and closes her mouth around her nipple, suckling at it.

“Lena,” Kara sighs. She turns undone, little by little, from small touches and whispered words.

Going down, Lena kisses and nips at Kara’s abdomen, and drags her tongue slowly along the ‘v’ of her hips. As she spends her mouth there, her fingers toy with the waistband of Kara’s sweatpants.

“Lena,” Kara says her name again.

“Mmm. Yes, Kara?” Lena answers innocently. She takes her time as she lavishes hot and wet kisses and bites, playing with Kara’s waistband every now and then. She hears Kara breathe shakily, and can feel Kara’s hips going restless, shifting against the sheets. “How are you doing? Is this helping—am I still helping?”

“Great,” Kara responds, voice tight. “Really great. Would be so much greater if you went faster, I think.”

She attempts to help Lena, to speed up the process with her own hands. But then Lena nips particularly hard at Kara’s skin, which she knows has no effect on Kara, but still Kara listens and stops.

“No,” Lena confirms with a husky rasp. “Stay still, and then I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”

Kara groans weakly.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, Lena,” Kara says very very quietly, sighing and covering her eyes with her arms. That mere sentence makes Lena go weak a little, makes her feel desired and more than a little desperate. She trusts Kara, and knows Kara will only love and treat her well. “I will say, this is very therapeutic to me. Was I having a bad day? I already forgot.”

“What bad day?” Lena agrees heartily. She smiles against Kara’s abdomen, presses a loving kiss. “Let me turn your day into a good one. I had a great time at work, secured some important deals, and now I'm going to go down on my hot girlfriend.”

And with that, Lena finally peels off Kara’s sweatpants as she descends, her open mouth scorching a damp trail down Kara’s thighs. Tossing the garment to the side, Lena comfortably re-settles herself between Kara’s legs.

“Lena…” Kara whispers.

Lena flashes a sultry grin at Kara before she leans in, tongue sweeping through Kara’s folds. She gives Kara’s clit a gentle, suckling pressure. Kara goes wild—she closes her eyes, breathes and arches, rolling into it. A soft moan rises up her throat, and she reaches out, threading her fingers into Lena's hair; an encouragement to keep going, yeah, this is good, don't stop.

Kara’s other hand rushes to grip the white sheets, clutching and releasing while Lena licks firm circles around her clit and stroking Kara’s abdomen slowly with her hand. Heavy breathing and sloppy sounds of Lena eating Kara out fills the room.

“Lena,” Kara mutters, half under her breath. She can’t keep her hips still; they twitch and lift upwards to meet the glide of lips and tongue. “Lena. You’re so good. More, baby.”

Baby.

Lena half sighs half moans, positively preens and melts at being praised. Her eyes drift shut, tasting Kara as she flattens her tongue, savouring her. She touches her, and touches, switching to fingers and thumb. Kara is—so wet.

“I’m, I’m close,” Kara says, voice sand and rough. She’s shaking now. Her calves tremble and her breath is coming in quick, short bursts. She gasps out a rambled, “You’re—so good, how are you so good—Rao. Lena, Lena—”

When Lena puts her mouth on Kara again, giving her a hot and wet suction, Kara lets out a raspy groan. She pants anew, shifting restlessly beneath Lena.

Their eyes meet along the length of Kara’s body.

And then Kara tenses, tugs at Lena’s hair just a little harder.

And Lena—she’s relentless, and revs it up further. She sucks and sucks while Kara’s body goes taut, spine arching and her thighs shaking.

Kara falls back against the sheets with a long, drawn out moan, Lena’s name thick on her tongue. While she catches her breath, Lena starts pressing little kisses on Kara’s thighs through the tremors. Delicate presses of lips, coated with Kara’s arousal.

Her fingers, too, are slick with Kara’s arousal. Interesting.

It takes a moment for Kara to regain her bearings, and when she does, she looks at Lena.

Lena smiles. Eyes locked with Kara’s, Lena licks her fingers, tasting Kara on them. Licking what she can, just to see.

Kara groans, actually groans, and just lies there. The reaction Lena receives is priceless.

“Lena,” Kara whispers, folding her arms over her face. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how attractive you are? I don’t think you do. How does anyone get any work done near you, Rao—”

“You’re adorable.” Lena breathes out a laugh, glows with self-satisfaction. She knows she looks messy—hair tousled, her lips and chin wet with Kara’s come. When Kara beckons for her to come to her, Lena wipes herself using the back of her hand before following obediently.

“You are a menace sometimes,” Kara murmurs, before pulling Lena into a lazy, deep kiss.

They stay like that for a while, trading little kisses as their hands wander. It isn’t long until Lena finds herself panting and breathless and on her back, looking up at Kara. It’s silent between them as Kara helps her peel off the rest of her clothes.

“Wait, Kara. Before we start, I might’ve gotten something for you,” Lena says, voice shaking a little when she looks at the drawer. “So. We’ve been dating for a month now and… well, I got you a gift.”

Anniversaries are quite odd, Lena thinks. She’s had partners who would get mad if she didn’t remember one month anniversary and also the ones who only cared about a year spent together. The thing is, Kara is different from those people, and she’s different in every way. So Lena wants to treat her specially and give her plenty of special days.

She wants to do something because she wants to and not because she believes it’s something she should do.

“A gift?” Kara questions, watching Lena. Surprise and confusion in her features. “You got me something?” Then, her lips tilt into a soft frown, and she licks her lips, scratches her cheek. “Golly, it’s been one month already, huh. I’m sorry, I don’t have one for you. I thought you didn’t want any gifts for the small things, I could get something—”

“Kara.” Lena shakes her head, palm on Kara’s shoulder. She squeezes. “It’s okay. This isn’t about—exchanging gifts. Don’t fret.” Silence. A small smile tugs at Lena’s lips. “Open the nightstand drawer. Let’s just say it’s more of a gift for the both of us.”

Kara nods once slowly, blinking. Lena watches Kara move and reach for the drawer, opening it. As soon as she sees what’s inside, Kara’s head snaps up to meet Lena’s gaze, eyes wide.

A couple of seconds pass. Lena is unable to stifle her hopeful expression.

“Lena.”

“Yeah,” Lena says, face starting to burn from the way Kara looks at her. She can’t tell if it’s positive, if Kara would be opposed to it or not. “It’s already open. I opened the package some time ago—and wanted to make sure it came in perfectly.” Silence. Lena licks her lips, hands getting fidgety. “It’s okay if you don’t want to wear it—”

“You want me to wear it?” Kara asks, then, voice a little strained.

The blush on Lena’s cheeks darkens. “Yes,” she answers simply. She clears her throat. “Yeah, I’d like that. But only if you want to. We don’t have to use it—”

“Lena,” Kara says, and a smile forms on her face. It’s small, and not innocent. Not innocent at all. “Yeah, let’s use it. I got you.”

With a final nod, Kara stands.

“Let me try it out in the bathroom first, I’ll be back.”

And just like that, Lena’s left alone for a moment in the silence. She shifts to lay on her front on the mattress, hugging the pillow in front of her. Nose and mouth buried in the fabric, cheeks flushing as her heart pounds fast. Anticipation in her veins.

And then—

Kara comes back to Lena faster than expected, leaving Lena to think that she used superspeed.

When their eyes meet, everything goes still.

“Is it okay?” Kara asks, a touch shy.

She stands, bare and criminally sexy like this, her blonde hair falling over her broad shoulders, breasts on display. Lena's eyes travel down to Kara's torso and abdomen, those perfectly defined muscles. Under is that beautifully sculpted adonis belt.

Kara starts to shift and Lena’s eyes follow the movement—the flexible straps are wrapped around her hips and ass, the harness situated comfortably. Kara’s hand goes down, touching the sky blue toy and holding it in a curious touch. It’s slightly curvy and made of silicone. And the way her hand wraps around it, a secure and casual fist—fuck, oh god.

Mouth dry, Lena feels incredibly parched.

“Yeah. Okay,” Lena answers, a little out of breath.

Kara kneels on the bed in front of Lena, and Lena moves to sit up. Her girlfriend, wordlessly, reaches out and delicately tucks an errant strand of hair behind Lena’s ear.

Lena’s heartbeat quickens, and she thinks of saying something—anything—but any ongoing thought is melted when Kara leans forward.

Kara’s kisses feel like molten lava, slow and searing. Lena closes her eyes and lets herself be burned and kissed. Before she knows it, she’s lying on her back, her hands on Kara’s shoulders, neck, back, travelling where they can reach—

When Kara’s mouth travels down, she goes for Lena’s throat. Teeth grazing against Lena’s sensitive skin, finding her pulse. Bites, a clamping of teeth—pulls at the skin. It jolts through Lena, elicits a broken whimper out of her, and Kara doesn’t stop. She sucks and sucks, bruising up Lena’s jaw. Then smoothes Lena’s skin with her tongue. Slow, slow.

A hand cups Lena’s breast, squeezing and unsqueezing deliciously. When the kisses stop, when Kara pulls back and takes that warmth with her, Lena opens her eyes, a protest ready in the back of her throat.

It dies the moment she sees the look on Kara’s face. It’s—so gentle it cuts through the heat in the room. It’s quiet suddenly. The desperation lulls considerably, but it does nothing to calm the heat scorching underneath Lena’s skin. Kara’s hands roam on her body, touches becoming reverent. It feels like—she’s savouring this, like she wants to take her time with Lena.

“Hello. You’re gorgeous,” Kara says, smiling, unbridled affection in her eyes. The compliment sends butterflies through Lena’s stomach—a radiant warmth scattering across her skin. And then— “I,” a kiss to Lena’s forehead, “love,” a kiss to her nose, “you,” she ends with a soft kiss to Lena’s lips.

And oh. It’s just a couple of words and kisses and—

Lena sort of wants to cry. She wants to cry, but she doesn’t know if Kara will understand it if she does. Kara Danvers cries at normal things, such as grief and heartbreaking films and bleak values, and also cute animals and thoughtful gestures, and Lena—Lena cries because—because she wants to crawl inside her girlfriend’s body and live there, Kara wrapped around her like a blanket and, and—

Lena swallows, licks her lips.

“I love you, too,” Lena returns quietly, soft and sincere. It’s all she can say at this moment.

Kara kisses the side of Lena's face, the underside of her jaw, the freckle there, and then down further. Just this—lips and hands trailing all over Lena’s skin, like seas without maps, touching and pressing in adoration, until they all meet at Lena’s heart.

Kara flattens her palm, and rubs, just feeling Lena’s heartbeat. Then, her eyes roam over the curves of Lena’s breasts, her hand following after it. She cups Lena’s chest, thumb rolling against the hardened pink tips of her nipples, pulling a quivery exhalation from Lena.

They share a look and—

Kara bends and her mouth engulfs one breast, lips closing around one nipple and fingers circling the other. She runs her tongue in tight circles, hot and wet, not breaking eye contact and fuck, fuck—

“Kara,” Lena sighs, her hand finding the back of Kara’s head. When the toy pushes against Lena’s inner thigh, Lena’s hand tightens in Kara’s hair. She swallows, as heat floods in her lower belly. “Kara…”

Kara hums, closing her eyes. When she bites down gently, then sucks, Lena’s breath hitches.

Lena feels dizzy with the sensation of Kara’s tongue and lips against her skin. While Kara spends her time on Lena’s breasts, the tip of the dildo nudges against Lena’s leg again.

Lena squirms on the mattress, pressing her thighs together.

“Don’t tease, darling,” Lena says, voice breathy and constrained. “Don’t think I can handle it. Want you, let me give myself to you now.”

“Hmm,” Kara hums indulgently. “I’ll think about it.”

“Kara—” Her sentence is sharply interrupted; Kara thumbs at Lena’s clit, and a moan slips out of Lena’s mouth, caught off-guard.

“Okay. I’ve thought about it,” Kara replies, circling lightly and slow slow slow on Lena’s clit. Lena knows she’s soaking wet, can tell by the way Kara’s thumb is so slippery-wet on her. “And no.”

No. No? Arousal coils all through her, mind turning foggy. Lena’s so turned on it almost hurts—

“Kara.” Lena almost sobs, hips restless. “But. Don’t you want me—”

“Baby,” Kara murmurs. “I have to get you ready for me first. Wanna prep you good. Don’t want to hurt you, it’s pretty thick.”

“It’s okay if it hurts, I want it to stretch and burn a bit,” Lena tries again, wanting and wanting, feeling terribly empty. She’s trying to be reassuring, but she can’t tamp down the bratty edge to her voice. “It’ll fit. We’ll make it fit.”

“Lena.” Kara pauses, gaze locking with her. “I know you can be patient. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

And—oh my god.

“I—yeah. Yeah,” Lena says, lower lip wobbling. “Yeah, I’m—I can be good for you. I’m good, am I good?”

Kara smiles. “That’s up to you, isn’t it?”

“Kara—”

And with that, Kara slips a finger inside Lena. A soft, shaky sound rises up Lena’s throat.

“What do you want, Lena?” Kara asks, as she languidly thrusts in and out of Lena, watching her closely. She’s taking it slow—painfully slow. Watching Lena the entire time, eyes flickering between her face and where she’s pushing her finger. Crooking it as she works for Lena, and fuck—god, there’s no doubt that Kara knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I want to be your good girl,” Lena whispers.

“That’s cute,” Kara tells her, voice low and captivating, then adds the second finger.

The stretch is apparent, and Lena moans, throws her head back, body arching on the bed. Kara thrusts them in and out, while Lena clenches around her fingers. It’s two fingers and—she feels like she’s breaking apart, and she tries not to lose her mind. It doesn’t hurt, doesn’t burn, but it feels—good.

“Is this okay?” Kara asks, careful, careful.

“Yes. More,” Lena requests, absolutely shameless.

Kara complies after a minute. The third is added, and she drives in and twisting torturously slowly, stretching Lena out.

“Feels good,” Lena manages, entire body shuddering. She takes deep breaths as Kara begins to kiss her neck and shoulder. Gentle and sweet. Then, there are teeth sinking into Lena’s skin, marking her up.

“Rao. You’re soaking wet,” Kara murmurs against her throat.

“Just for you,” Lena replies, biting her bottom lip.

Kara takes her fingers out of her. She reaches for the lube in the drawer, then uncaps the bottle. In the silence, the sound of it opening is loud. It makes Lena shiver, heat coiling in her lower belly, knowing what’s about to come.

“Always use lube. Life, laugh, lube,” Kara jokes a little, rubbing a portion with her hands, before spreading it on her shaft.

There's a charming lazy little half smile on her face as she works her fist up and down slowly to make sure it’s all slicked up and—fuck. God. Lena is losing her mind.

“Spread your legs for me,” Kara says, voice soft.

For her, of course. For her, anything. Lena exhales quietly, a long shuddering sigh leaving her lips. She shuffles until she’s even more exposed than before.

Kara touches Lena’s thigh, just staring, and staring. Her eyes are hooded and her pupils swallow up the blue of her irises.

“Kara,” Lena murmurs, face burning. It’s a lot—being looked at like this in this position. She feels a tight throb of heat deep in the pit of her belly.

“You’re so beautiful. Just admiring the view,” Kara breathes out. She hovers above Lena, then, one of her hands next to Lena’s head. “Can’t blame your girl.”

Lena feels the head of Kara’s shaft nudging her entrance. Not entering. Just there. Rubbing against her slowly, making Lena lift her hips a little, aching to be fucked and filled already—

“Kara,” Lena says again.

Kara only smiles, and rubs more insistently. Lena squirms against the mattress, wanting Kara to plunge inside already. It doesn’t happen. Kara only presses in, still not going inside, just circling and rubbing the head of her tip against Lena and—

It’s simultaneously the greatest and the worst thing that’s ever happened to Lena.

“Kara—”

Then Kara pushes in, only just enough to make Lena’s breath hitch in her throat before pulling back and rubbing the head of her length against her hole again. Lena makes a choked sound. Kara doesn’t go further.

Lena, on the verge of losing her goddamn mind, wriggles her hips, tries to fit the tip inside her.

But Kara pulls away.

“You’re, you’re teasing me,” Lena says weakly, managing to speak with coherence. Shaky hands squeezing Kara’s biceps, Lena verges on blabbery, “Still teasing me. Even though I’ve been good. What if I throw you out of the apartment and fuck myself silly with the blue dildo.” A pause and something like a pout. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck myself and make you watch. What then?”

“Impatient and needy. Rao.” There’s a small smile on Kara’s face—she’s amused. “Lena, you’re so cute. And desperate.”

Lena blushes, pink travelling down to her neck. She looks away, embarrassed, and there’s a very strong if that’s the case, then why don't you fuck me about it heavy on the tip of her tongue. But then a warm hand cups the side of her face, bringing her eyes back to Kara’s.

“Don’t look away, pretty,” Kara says, and presses a kiss to Lena’s lips. “I think you’re ready now. Are you ready for me?”

“God, yes.”

Lena’s wet, so wet, positively dripping, and as such, Kara should easily slip into her. In spite of that, however, she struggles to enter her: Kara’s moving, slow slow slow, her girth causing the taut muscles of Lena’s entrance to protest the stretch. Pushing the tip in, she’s met with resistance.

Pushes some more, and more, then the whole head slips inside—

Lena exhales sharply. Kara completely stills, her hands on either side of Lena’s head, a worried look on her face.

“Too much? Are you okay?”

“I’m—I’m okay.” Lena lets out a quivery sigh, and she rubs soothingly over the nape of Kara’s neck and shoulder. “It’s—thick. And the lube is a little cold. That’s all.”

Kara nods, intent on watching Lena’s face. She’s so gentle and tender—it’s heartwarming. The way Kara stares at her, the dark intensity in her eyes right now.

It's shockingly intimate. The sheer sensation as she pushes her shaft slick with lube inside Lena and watching her reaction, thrusting in languidly.

It burns, lightning surging through Lena’s veins. Kara mouths at Lena’s neck, and bites. Dulling some of the pain. Lena sucks in a breath and rakes her nails on Kara’s back as Kara enters her, sinking inch by inch.

Every part of her is lighting up at the stretch, lighting up that it’s Kara inside her—and that’s without the complete and utter feeling of being filled.

They both watch Kara slide it in, Lena's eyebrows scrunching and her mouth parting. Her ears and cheeks are a violent, hectic pink. Lena is barely breathing with the heat and pressure of Kara surrounding her, her whole body feels like kindling, and the sound she makes when Kara is all the way inside of Lena is something Lena has never heard from her own lips before.

All the way in.

Her gaze snaps back up to Kara, eyes soft. She gurgles, all words lost.

“Breathe,” Kara says. She leans down and the angle of the toy shifts as she does.

Lena’s trying—she shuts her eyes, her chest is rising and falling rapidly and sweat coats every bit of her skin and oh god Kara's shaft is inside of her and she feels like she's about to break in half and her heart is going to beat out of her chest and—

“Hey,” Kara speaks, giving Lena a moment to adjust. “Breathe, Lena. Speak to me.”

When Lena’s eyes flutter open, her vision is blurry, but it clears fast.

“There you are,” Kara whispers, before pressing her lips to Lena’s forehead. “Are you still with me?”

“Kara—” Lena says and stops. Trying to adjust to the fullness stretching her, splitting her open. Seconds later, she answers, voice breathy, “Yeah. Yes. I'm—'kay.”

Kara hums, pressing a kiss to Lena’s chin. Cheek. Nose. Eyelid. She keeps going like that, stopping sometimes to look at Lena, her gaze simmering.

It’s almost unbearable, and Lena is aware of the sheer vulnerability she’s allowing herself in this moment. It’s the way Kara has Lena like this, how her body is covering hers, heat radiating off her skin, staring down at Lena like there’s nobody else in the world except for them.

“You can move,” Lena manages, moving her hips a little.

“Okay,” Kara says, and nods. “Hey, Lena?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Lena softens and huffs out a small chuckle, lifting her hands up to cup Kara’s cheeks.

“I love you, too.”

Kara starts moving, and a sound, high and shivery, slips out of Lena’s mouth.

“You’re doing so well for me,” Kara whispers, and that makes Lena liquify—the praise sending a purr of satisfaction through her. It oozes into Lena’s mind, clouding her head in the thick of it. “Look so pretty like this.”

Kara draws her thick shaft, slowly out of Lena and presses back and god—the give of Lena’s entrance takes them deeper with less resistance from all the lube and heat and come. Lena shivers and writhes on the sheets, mouth open in a state of perpetual bliss, whimpering high in her throat.

“Kara,” Lena breathes. Head spinning. “God. Oh my god.”

Kara cups Lena’s breast and kisses her, slow and purposeful. Lena melts, melts like sugar into liquid heat. Kara doesn’t stop thrusting. She’s slow, and careful, but she doesn’t stop. She touches Lena like she’s made for it—like she’s trained for it, like she knows it.

“Can you feel it, too?” Lena asks, when they separate.

“Yeah,” Kara murmurs, a soft noise in the back of her throat. The pressure tugs—the press of the base against Kara’s clit. She times her next thrust, sinking deeply inside Lena as she closes her lips around one of Lena’s nipples, curling the flat of her tongue around it. Swirling enticingly.

Her girlfriend drags her tongue across the tip of Lena's sensitive nipple, grazing her teeth across her skin, and Lena breathes, raking her hands up Kara’s arms, fingernails digging into her skin hard.

Kara pulls back until she’s all the way out of Lena, causing Lena to whine, clenching around the empty air. The slickness of the lube and her own come drips down Kara’s shaft.

Then—

Kara bites down at the same time she plunges her length back into Lena, and Lena makes a staggered gasping sound as if—as if she’s forgotten how to breathe, one hand desperately clutching at her pillow.

“Doing so good, baby,” Kara breathes as she angles her hips, thrusting into a spot in Lena that has Lena trembling and twisting.

The drag of Kara’s shaft along Lena’s walls is so good, so perfect, searing and wet as Kara pulls out. Lena bites her lip so hard she thinks she can taste some blood on her tongue.

“Kara.” It’s the most coherent thing Lena’s said in a hot moment. In a daze, she gazes at Kara, mouth parted, her lashes wet and her face flushed. “Harder.”

“Harder?”

“Yes,” Lena says, desperate. Wets her lips. “Want it harder.”

“Lena,” Kara says, swallowing heavily. Her pace is still slow, strokes slow. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“You can be rough with me. Wreck me,” Lena requests, stroking Kara’s cheek softly. Sometimes, she wants to feel thoughtless and small. “I won’t break, I can take more. Please.”

After a few seconds of consideration, Kara sets a faster pace from there, barely giving Lena a chance to catch her breath, and god if Lena doesn’t love it, jaw slacking, mouth open. Her hand on the pillow twists in her grip while Kara marks her up some more—her neck, her collarbone, anywhere her mouth can reach.

“F—uck, fuck—” Lena feels like a live wire, like everywhere Kara touches her is burning white-hot and the pleasure courses through her like electricity. Kara messily thumbs at her clit, and the moan Lena lets out is guttural. She’s close, so fucking close already—

The world goes foggy.

The next thing Lena knows, she’s coming—and coming hard. Back lifting up away from the sheets, every muscle contracting, seizing tight as she soaks Kara’s shaft. There’s so much moving, a lot of mouth; they’re making out wild and desperate and wet and at some point they’re not.

And then the next, next thing Lena knows, her hand is on Kara's chest—she's pushing Kara gently until Kara’s back hits the mattress, until she can climb over her lap. Kara watches her silently, letting Lena maneuver them both, cupping a handful of Lena’s bare ass in the process.

“Kara,” Lena murmurs, sinking down on her lover's shaft. “I want to hear you say it again. Tell me I’m good.”

“Lena—” Kara's voice shakes at the pressure. “You’re beautiful, and so good,” she says, groaning when Lena buries herself fully. “My beautiful girl.”

The intonation of Kara’s voice is heavy, with an intentional husk to it, that has Lena quivering in need. Lena clenches around Kara’s shaft, and it’s—amazing. She’s never felt this full before. But it’s not enough. She wants Kara in, deep, fucked so hard that Kara’s skin scratches against her nails, so rough that she can feel the phantom heft of Kara’s length for days.

Wriggling her hips, Lena can feel her thighs dripping with wetness—her arousal and sweat. She’s intensely aware of Kara’s eyes on her.

Kiss-bitten lips curl into a smile. The thing about Luthors is that they know how to put on a damn good show. This is just for them. Only for them. Lena is far from a people pleaser, but when it comes to pleasing the people she loves—her partner in this case—she'd do the most.

So she leans back, throws her head, and makes pretty unfiltered noises for Kara to drink up. She moves, slow and sensuous hip movements, circling and stroking. Bounces on Kara’s shaft, then settles with Kara in deep and fully before palming her own breasts, grinding as if she’s giving a lap dance.

And Kara—Kara is breathing deep and shaky. Enamoured by Lena, Kara’s hands are wandering and grabby—she touches Lena’s thighs, her hips, her breasts, as she watches Lena writhe on her.

“Lena,” Kara says, voice ragged. Thick with want. Lena knows she’s not the only one who wants, not the only one who wants to be consumed.

“Mmm—fuck,” Lena keens and closes her eyes, lifting herself up then taking the full length of Kara, filling herself and riding her girlfriend. She goes faster and faster, loses herself in the feeling, in the way she fucks herself so deep into Kara.

Their skin slaps with the force of Lena’s movements—she isn’t particularly fast, but she drives herself down fast and hard each time and—

Kara swats her ass and—oh!—Lena jolts and bounces up and down faster, and meets Kara’s mouth all messy, uncoordinated.

“God, fuck…” Lena whimpers against Kara’s lips, and she's tightening herself around Kara, riding her until she’s gasping knocked-out breaths, until her breasts are bouncing with exertion. When they separate to breathe, the sight of Lena’s breasts catches Kara’s attention, captivated. “Stretching me out. Feels so good.”

“You sound so pretty,” Kara whispers, both hands on Lena’s hips to steady and support her. “Perfect, pretty.”

Lena whines, lungs burning and muscles exerting, and her forehead falls to Kara’s shoulder. As she takes in Kara, she can see Kara’s shaft reappearing and disappearing and god—fuck, Lena’s getting close again, the heat in her lower region tightening.

“Kara, Kara—” and then she finds herself biting Kara’s shoulder hard, possessively, and comes just like this, impaled on Kara’s shaft, the pressure and different angle so intense that Lena lets out a shivery and broken moan.

—

Here and now, things turn a little blurry, the heady scent of sweat and sex in the air.

Lena’s quickly losing track of how many times she’s come. Her palms are clammy with sweat, her skin flushed and scorching hot.

“Face away from the headboard and get on your hands and knees,” Kara says, and Lena finds herself already moving, thoughtless and automatic. “Spread your thighs apart, there’s a good girl.”

Kara takes two handfuls of Lena’s asscheeks and spreads to see better, then nudges her tip against Lena’s entrance. Waiting for Kara to settle, Lena looks down at the sheets, ready for more as she bites her bottom lip, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Kara squeezes and kneads her soft flesh, just hard enough that Lena makes a shaky sound at the end of her next breath.

With this new angle, Lena realizes, with some horror and thrill, that there’s a mirror in front of them, attached to Kara’s closet door. She can see them both, Kara lining herself up and rubbing her tip against Lena’s entrance.

Fire and need coils desperately in Lena’s belly, and she swallows, rips her gaze away.

“Kara?” Lena says when Kara isn’t moving, and pushes back against her. “Kara.”

Kara hums under her breath. Lena can feel Kara’s shaft, thick and wet, nestled between her cheeks. Nothing still happens.

A dissatisfied whine mewls from Lena’s throat, “Kara.”

“That’s me. Stay still, baby,” Kara murmurs and Lena does, only just lifting her ass up in the air to give Kara better access. There’s a low hum of approval, and Kara cups Lena’s cheeks in her palm, squeezing.

Then—

Kara shoves her shaft back inside Lena. “Okay? Tell me how you feel,” she inquires quietly, stroking Lena’s back, tender and unhurried, palm flattening with sweeping slow touches. Lena feels undone by the possessiveness of it. Feels touched in a way that goes deeper than skin on skin.

“Yes—keep going, I’m okay, it’s good, it’s you. F-fuck,” Lena stutters, breathy, and Kara begins to fuck her again. Hands clutch at the sheets, white-knuckled as Lena takes it all, Kara giving it to her in short, quick strokes—“Fuck.”

Their moistened skin claps wetly with the friction. Along with their laboured breathing, it’s filthy-sounding, loud in the silence of the loft.

“Do you think you can come like this?” Lena asks breathlessly.

“Not easy,” Kara says, voice tight, “but I can try.”

For a very brief moment, Kara’s length slips completely out of Lena’s entrance, thrusting in the open air. The mistake is quickly rectified. Lena feels Kara fit her hands on either side of her hips, gripping the juncture of her thighs, and Lena needily rocks back onto Kara—drunk on this particular angle.

Kara moves, quick and dirty, pounding into Lena in deeper thrusts now. Fingers dance across Lena’s spine in soothing circles.

It’s obscene, but it feels so fucking good. Lena tries to spread her legs even further to take Kara in deeper, losing herself in the sensation—how full, how good. Her toes curl as the coil in her lower belly begins tightening once again. The burn of pleasure is slow. Gradually searing through her bloodstream and heating up her entire body. White-hot goosebumps prickling at her skin.

Lena lets out another moan—too loud, too loud—when Kara thrusts particularly hard, fitting herself fully inside, and their gaze locks through the mirror. Lena quivers, watching Kara back, and thinks to herself, yours yours yours.

Kara gathers Lena’s hair into a makeshift ponytail, curling it around her fist, but she doesn’t pull. Lena knows what her girlfriend’s thinking about, what she wants to do. Can read her so well.

“Pull it,” Lena encourages, breathless.

“You want—” Kara says, and pauses for a brief moment, “you like having your hair pulled?”

Fingers tenderly stroke Lena’s hair, gentle, gentle, and Lena shudders at the affectionate touch, only to cry out when Kara grips her hair and yanks her head back, simultaneously thrusting deeply into Lena.

“Ah—fuck,” Lena moans, blissed out.

They meet eyes in the mirror again. Kara’s bicep glistens. The defined muscle lines on her arms, thighs, and abdomen. Her hair is pulled back and tousled, framing her pleasure-twisted features. Eyes heavy with hunger. She’s wild and attentive, and she understands that Lena wants to take more. Can take more.

In the reflection, Lena can see herself, too. See how disheveled her hair is, how her lips are shiny and slick, kissed-red, cheeks pink—just how wrecked she looks. Kara's gaze is focused on her—and only her.

A lazy, pleasured smirk crawls onto Lena’s face at the attention, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

Then—

Kara fists Lena’s hair tighter, pulling her head back until they can both see the pale and vulnerable arch of Lena’s neck through the mirror, the line of marks Kara had sucked earlier already deepening from pink to red.

And as if on cue, Kara bends over slightly against Lena and begins mouthing at the curve of Lena’s neck, sucking and leaving gentle licks wherever she bites.

Lena’s entire sanity dangles by a single thread. She thinks her knees and arms are about to give out, head bowing and she’s slumping a bit—

Kara takes her by the chin, forcing Lena to look up, in the mirror, see herself getting fucked deep and well. It takes all of her will not to close her eyes, not to drag her gaze away, because she wants, needs to see this, Kara’s full, undivided attention, her whole focus just this, just Lena and the way she’s falling apart.

Two fingers touch Lena's lips. Presses in, then, as if seeking access and permission.

“Open,” Kara says, voice low.

Arousal pulses hot hot hot through Lena's veins. Remaining eye contact, Lena’s mouth falls open and she sucks on Kara’s fingers obediently.

“Good, that's good,” Kara breathes, her composure cracking slightly. She gently inserts her index and middle fingers into Lena’s soft, wet mouth, sliding in and out languidly.

Lena rubs the flat of her tongue with Kara’s bare fingers and god, fuck, Kara’s gaze is so intense and Lena feels pinned—

“Pretty,” Kara murmurs, breathing into Lena’s ear, and pulls her fingers out of Lena’s mouth, “look at yourself, beautiful. See how good you take me?”

“Hahh,” Lena gasps and trembles, high and breathy sounds rising up her throat on every pounding thrust, “ah, ah, ah—”

Her head falls back against Kara’s shoulder.

Kara takes this as an invitation—she fits her hand around Lena’s throat. Not squeezing, just to hold. Lena shivers and feels overwhelmed, tears beginning to prick at the backs of her eyes as Kara fills and fills and fills her.

“You’re so pretty like this. I love getting to see you like this,” Kara tells her in a hushed whisper. “Getting to touch you this way. Mine.”

“Yours,” Lena agrees and sobs, unable to keep herself still properly—almost writhing on the bed, scrabbling at the sheets, at anything she can get her hands on. “S’good. God. Kara, fuck.” She sounds drunk in her ears, syllables slurring like they’re too wet for her tongue to carry properly.

Kara fucks into her; a thrust so deep and so right, Lena cries out. And another. And another. Steady and powerful. Holding Lena’s chin, Kara turns Lena’s face and kisses her, sloppy and filthy, open-mouthed. Not quite kisses, just slick mouths. Tongues against each other, slippery.

Lena’s next moan hitches in her throat and she’s holding onto the bed sheets, dragged closer and closer to another orgasm. Every slide seems to come in faster and harder and Lena is so deliciously full, so perfectly stretched, and her knees dig deeper into the mattress with every frantic thrust. She’s sensitive, it’s almost too much so—

“Kara,” Lena whimpers, and her voice doesn’t sound her own. She's not even sure she exists beyond the points where Kara is touching her, where her come is dribbling down Kara's shaft and Kara's mouth on hers.

Kara lets go of her throat. Suddenly a hand is between Lena’s legs, and Kara starts rubbing Lena’s clit, fingers persuasive causing Lena to completely shut down, head dropping to the mattress as she fists the pillow tightly for some balance. Somehow Kara speeds up even more and Lena’s going to, she’s going to—

It hits her all at once, white-hot pleasure burning through her veins, lower belly twisting with unbearable heat.

Lena comes with a strangled moan, stifled slightly by the sheets, and she clenches so hard around Kara’s thick length, building some resistance. Still, Kara easily pistons in and out of Lena’s entrance in deep strokes, and she’s murmuring praises that turns blabbery—

“Rao. My sweetheart, sound so pretty, so gorgeous, love you with my whole heart. My baby girl—”

Through the hazy cloud of Lena’s post-orgasmic bliss, Lena’s lying completely on the mattress on her front, body boneless, ripples and aftershocks continuing as Kara chases her own orgasm, one hand slipping under and groping Lena’s breast, the other wrapping itself around Lena’s hand.

“Lena, Lena,” Kara pants, her forehead against the back of Lena’s neck, “Lena—”

And then Kara half moans half groans, her thrusts turning messy, wild and desperate. The bed springs creak and the headboard taps gracelessly against the wall. Eventually, Kara slows and then stops. Collapses onto Lena’s back, breathing hard. Kara’s fast heartbeat and her comforting weight—Lena can feel it all. She shivers.

They both stay like that for a long time. There’s a wet press to Lena’s shoulder. A small kiss. Carefully, gingerly, Kara slides out of Lena. Lena isn’t really sure what happens next, because suddenly she’s on her back—someone has flipped her over—and Kara’s next to her. Reassuring, safe, home. No longer wearing the strap-on.

Kara tucks the messy strands of hair behind Lena’s ear softly, and kisses her temple. Vision blurred, Lena’s eyes are watery. Kara wipes away the few tears that roll down Lena’s cheeks.

A little embarrassed, Lena hides herself under Kara’s chin and snuggles her body closer to her. Makes herself smaller and tucked in.

“Lena?” Kara prompts, a hint of worry in her voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Mm.” When Lena can speak, she says, words slurred: “Think you fucked every thought out of my head. ‘M okay. You were perfect. ‘Feel thoroughly ravished and extremely sated.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Kara laughs quietly, and kisses Lena on the forehead once more. “Thank you for the gift.”

The world is fuzzy, cotton-lined. Honey slow.

Lena feels all sticky and messy with sweat and come. She lies in Kara’s arms, glassy-eyed. Spent. Vacant. Fucked out.

She has no idea how long they stay like this. In fact, she can barely even feel time. At this point, everything has faded to nothingness; Lena can barely feel anything except her and she doesn’t care. She only wants to feel Kara. Hands pressed against Kara’s abdomen, Lena burrowing her face into the warm spot where Kara’s neck meets shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” Kara murmurs, stroking her hair, slow and gentle. “You’ve done so well. I’m so proud of you.” She whispers sweet things and tender confessions of affection as they both come down from their highs, basking in the aftermath of their post-orgasmic bliss.

-

Lena isn’t sure how much time has passed. She finds herself moving, being handed a cold glass of water and coaxed to drink. She drinks and drinks—until there isn’t anything left to drink, and then she’s standing up, her hand in Kara’s—

Kara leads Lena to the bathroom and turns the shower on, the temperature warm-hot when they both step under the water. She helps clean Lena up, pressing her fingers into the marks left by her grip, washing the sweat and bodily fluids from Lena’s skin.

Rubbing Lena’s back, Kara kisses her nose. It’s soft and warm, a gesture of comfort and love more than anything else. Water trails down their bodies and Kara presses their foreheads together. When they meet eyes, Lena feels every part of her crack open. Her mind clears.

“I love you,” Kara whispers, and it sounds reverent. It’s both exhilarating and tender, and it settles into every part of Lena and fills her up.

Lena brushes her lips against Kara’s, water falling across her shoulders and trickling down between them. She goes up on her toes and kisses her. Tasting Kara’s smile, tasting their future together, and it’s so, so sweet.

“I love you, too,” Lena murmurs and pulls back, her expression unguarded, eyes brimming with affection. “You make me feel so good. And not just—not just right now. Always. You make me feel—like all the things I do matter. Like I matter.”

She feels so happy, so unbelievably glad that she’s with someone that cares for her so deeply, that treats her like she’s precious beyond what any language can describe. That Lena’s allowed the privilege to love this woman.

Kara breathes deep, and smiles. She kisses Lena’s temple, soft and sweet, before resuming her task.

They don’t say anything more.