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You love and hate work parties. 

There's really only one reason you love them, and it's because you get to see Lena dressed up in elegant gowns or other debonair outfits that make her more breathtaking than usual. 

On the other hand, you hate them because it means her attention is mostly on possible work partnerships. Not to mention it means you have to dress up too. 

This party is particularly dreadful because you're not quite sure where you stand with Lena at the moment. Ever since your first(and last) escapade in her office, there hasn't been a single discussion of what your relationship is now. Of course she's still your boss, but is there really nothing more? She's been more touchy with you since then, though it's usually only in the privacy of her office. Which you totally understand! It would be a bad look if it got out that the CEO of L-Corp was sleeping with her secretary. 

Still, is that all you are to her? A hookup?

In the days prior to the party, you're swamped with preparations. Every waking moment you have is spent making a guest list of potential future business partners and calling the ones Lena approves to invite them. When you aren't doing that you're making catering calls, calling for reservations of a venue-including several backups just in case, setting appointments for interior designers to decorate the party area, etc. etc...

There's hardly enough time left for you to even consider what you're going to wear. Lucky for you, someone was keeping that in mind.

"So, what are you going to wear?" Lena asks excitedly when you bring her the almost completed guest list for her review. 

"Probably something I've already worn. Maybe that brown dress from last time," you sigh tiredly. She helped you pick it out so technically she already approves of it. Besides, you don't have any time to go out and find a new one. Even if you did, there's not really room in your budget this month for something nice enough to be able to fit in at a party filled with upper class socialites.

"Oh come on, surely you have something else. Maybe in maroon? Or burgundy?" She sets the tablet down, hardly glancing at it just so she can look up at you.  

You pause, raising a brow at her. 

"Why?"

"Not until you tell me if you have a dress in one of those colours," Lena mirrors your brow and you close your eyes to try and remember what's all in your closet. 

"I don't think that I do," you finally say after a moment of thinking. 

"If I got you something, would you wear it?" When she stands with an eager smile growing on her face, your tired mind tries to piece together what's going on. 

"Lena, you don't have to buy me any-"

"No, but I want to get it for you," and when you open your mouth to argue she simply asks "yes or no?" 

It's clear you aren't going to win this, so you comply. 

"Yes," as soon as the word leaves your lips her smile grows until the skin next to her eyes starts to crinkle. 

"Are you going to tell me why now?" You trail behind her as she starts to walk out of the office with her phone in hand. 

"You'll have to see," she cheekily smirks at you over her shoulder and you find yourself sighing again. 

By the time the day of the party arrives, you're already ready for it to be over with. 

Arrangements have all been made; Lena has approved the guest list and chose from the variety of venues you booked, in a few hours three different caterers would be setting up so that everyone's preferences could be satisfied, the interior designers were already working on the venue, everything is set in motion for a fluid and efficient party. 

Yet, for the first half of the day you flit about anxiously trying to make sure everything is perfect. You almost get to the point of passing out from the stress when Lena sends you home. 

"Go home and relax for a while, you've already set up everything perfectly. I can handle the rest from here," she assures you and holds your shoulders with her hands in an attempt to ground you. 

"But-!" 

"No buts. Besides, you have to be at your apartment to accept your package when it arrives," Lena starts to push you towards the elevator so you don't find an excuse to try and stay. 

In all honesty, you had pretty much all but forgotten that she was getting you a dress. At the mention of it, your eyes go wide and you try to tell her she really didn't need to get you anything but she simply waves you off and says she'll see you later. 

You're unable to relax or rest at all when you get back to your apartment. For the hours leading up to the party, you go back and forth between pacing and sitting on the couch with a bouncing knee or two. You almost call to check on the operations at the setup of the party but Lena seems to have some form of telepathy because you get a text from her saying you better not call and pester anyone, and that everything is okay. After that, you manage to start zoning out but quickly fall out of it when there's a set of knocks on your door. 

Turns out, it wasn't only a dress Lena purchased for you. 

You have the whole ensemble set out across your bed when you call her.

"Lena, you didn't have to get me all of this," you worry at your lip with your teeth as you try not to panic at how much money she probably spent on you. 

"Do you like it?" Her voice is quieter than you expected, but you don't make her wait for an answer. 

"Yes," your voice is soft too now, but only because you're starting to overthink and it's the only way you can stop yourself from asking what this means. 

"Will you wear all of it?" 

"I already told you earlier that I would," you groan and brush your thumb over the sumptuous fabric of the dress. 

"Perfect! I'll see you then," she hangs up before you can complain to her about the small fortune she must've wasted on all of this. 

You're not even sure you could call it a dress, it's so fancy it would be blasphemous to call it anything other than a gown. You're thankful for its full sleeves with the weather starting to get colder outside and the near floor length, but you wonder if it'll be diminished by the slit on one side that goes up to about mid thigh. You don't think you'll be outside too much so it shouldn't be too bad of a feature. The neckline is sweetheart and you assume its so it can show off the dainty heart-shaped diamond pendant necklace that also arrived with the gown. You tried to entertain the idea that it was another kind of gemstone that wasn't as pricey, but knowing Lena you'd be dumb to think she'd do anything less than above and beyond.

The last piece of it all is a pair of unassuming black heels. You're thankful that they aren't too tall that you would be uncomfortable and clumsy the whole night, but upon turning them over and finding they're red bottoms you swear you're going to curse your boss out when you see her later.

'Christian Louboutin's?! Lena!!' You think exasperatedly right before you start to scream into your bed sheets until you start to feel your throat go raw. 

It isn't until you try the dress on you realize there's built in support for the bust so you don't need to worry about a bra. It fits you so perfectly you wonder if she got your body measurements from you at some point but you can't remember ever giving that to her. The only issue with it is that you find you can't wear panties with it due to the visible line it leaves. 

After you eventually get ready, the shoes are the last piece to complete the look. You decided not to go too dramatic on the makeup so as to not take away from the rest of the outfit, electing to go with a simple cat eye for eyeliner and lipgloss. You struggled with your hair for a while until you found a style that complimented the whole ensemble, but once you find it you start to feel more and more confident in the fitted burgundy dress. Once you step into the heels, you can't help but look at it all pieced together for a moment. 

You're staring at yourself in the mirror when a call comes through. 

"Are you almost ready?" Lena asks. 

"Lena," you say slowly, not looking away from your body in the mirror, "I'm going to kill you." 

"What? Why?" She laughs and it crackles out into your apartment. 

"Louboutins!! Lena-!" You start and her laugh grows louder. 

"I can't wait to see them on you. Anyways, are you ready yet?"

"Well, yes. But Lena-" you really need to talk with her about this but she cuts you off again. 

"We're in a car outside waiting. Just come down when you're ready," Lena's laughter dies down but you can still hear the amusement in her voice. 

"'We'?" You think but realize too late you said it out loud. 

"Hi!" Kara's voice comes through the speakers of your phone and you quickly find out who 'we' is. 

"Hi," you reply hesitantly, stepping away from your mirror so you can get your belongings together. 

So they're riding together. So what? It's not like the two of you are together or anything. 

"We'll be waiting!" Lena offers before the call drops. 

You don't waste too much time. You spritz yourself with perfume and put a sample size in your clutch in case you need a touch up later. You also make sure to shove your keys and wallet in along with it in case you need to buy a taxi ride back later. On the elevator ride down, you feel your heart start to race. You fret over if you actually look good or not and then your worries about the party come back and you find your grumpiness regarding Kara fade away. 

Upon reaching the ground floor and walking outside, you find Lena leaning against the car. She looks up from her phone and her jaw drops for a moment before she quickly picks it back up to awe at you. 

You find yourself doing the same about her. She's in a burgundy three piece suit and black heeled booties, her stunning jet hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her lips are painted to match her suit. And your dress, coincidentally.

"I think I did a pretty good job," Lena grins after she's able to find words, nodding down at your body. 

You break from your stupor to roll your eyes, "yes, congratulations. But did you really need to spend a million dollars to do so?"

"It wasn't anywhere near a million sweetheart-"

"Still! You didn't need to spend so much on me," you lift your hand to gently fiddle with the diamond heart and she takes a few strides towards you to take a hold of your hand. 

"I wanted to. And you like all of it, don't you?" She watches as your eyes struggle to pick one of hers to focus on. 

"Well- yes, but-"

"Then that's enough. So long as you're happy, nothing else matters," she uses her other hand to rub a thumb along your glossy lips before pulling away. 

Before she's able to open the limo door for you, Kara opens it from the inside with a big toothy grin. Distantly, your brain makes a quiet note of how her dress is a deep navy blue. Nothing even remotely matching the color of yours and your boss' outfits. 

"You guys look so cute!" Her tone is genuine, but you still have your reservations. 

Before you can thank her, Lena nudges you to get in first all the while saying, "I know, right?" 

The limo pulls off as soon as Lena closes the door behind her. She and Kara break into conversation quickly after and you find yourself zipping your lips. It's a nice reminder, they're best friends and you're just a secretary.

Lena glances over at you a few times when you don't join in at all and either finds you playing on your phone or looking out the window, seemingly trying to avoid all eye contact with her. Closer to the destination, she catches a very brief look of disdain on your face pointed at her friend when Kara rests a hand on her arm in the middle of a big laugh and suddenly she sees the full picture.

You're jealous.

Lena's unable to hold in the small huff of amusement at the realization. Still? She's sure you've realized that you match with her suit, so why are you still jealous? What wasn't she making clear? Overall, she finds it a bit silly so she only plays into it further. It's a little mean, sure. But she wants to see what you'll do. Will you drop another coffee mug? Maybe this time you'll 'grow a pair' and just kiss her. Lena finds herself eager to find out what the outcome will be. 

She laughs harder at Kara's corny jokes and even places a hand on her thigh at a particularly stupid one. Lena peeks open an eye and sees the fiery glare you set upon it. It's very brief again, if she had looked a second later she would have missed it. You sharply turn your gaze back outside the window and she watches as you purse your glazed lips, crossing one leg over the other as you pout. 

It's cute, Lena thinks. 

You don't wait in the car a second longer when the car pulls up to the venue, eager to depart from the two love birds. You quickly open the door and immediately head towards the entrance without looking back. The paps don't even pay any mind to you when Lena gets out of the car a moment later with Kara, the two of them bombarded with flashing lights and questions as they fall behind trying to make it inside. 

When the two of them eventually make it inside, Lena's eyes search for you. You're talking with some of the businessmen of a company she's been wanting to purchase and she takes a moment to read your lips to find you're making the merger pitch to them. They're hardly paying attention, too busy focusing on your lips and body but Lena appreciates your effort. She swoops in to save you and for a few seconds you get to be thankful for it, their attention switching to your boss as she talks business with them. 

Until Kara comes over with two champagne flutes, handing one to Lena before sipping on the other. You politely excuse yourself and search for someone else to talk with. Is it too early to say you're desperate for a drink?

Kara hadn't really been sure what to think when Lena whispered the plan in her ear while you all were still in the car. She'd taken one look at you and knew you were uncomfortable with their closeness, maybe even a little irked as she watched your tongue slide along your teeth when her friend touched her thigh. But when you had strutted away to leave them to deal with the paparazzi she decided she was in.

Her and Lena had been together a few times but never became anything official so it was intriguing to see her friend so head over heels for someone as sweet as you. Someone who works so hard to make their boss' life easier but would rather quit than profess their love, that would drop a mug out of distraction when her love interest was being flirty with someone else. Kara sees it though. She finds herself liking the way your unhappy eyes flicker between the two of them somewhat discreetly, how she thinks she might see your eyes go watery for a moment before you turn and walk away. 

You try a few more times to work on resources and welcoming guests, but each time you're quickly flanked by the ravenette and her blonde companion. Eventually you give up and head for the drinks. 

You really are too cute. 

At the bar, you find you're too thrown off your game to even know what to order. The bartender comes around two times and both times you struggle to pick something. On the third go round, someone walks up beside you and orders. 

"And one more for the pretty lady," she adds. 

Your eyes go wide as you snap your head to the side to observe whoever it is. 

"You didn't have to-"

"You didn't know what to get, right?" The woman asks, tipping her head down so she can make eye contact with you easier. 

Your mouth gapes for a moment, you find you're too flustered to provide an answer at how enticing her eyes are. She seems familiar but you can't quite place her right away. 

"Right," you say stupidly after a moment, "sorry."

"No need to be sorry dear, it seems like you're having a tough night," she looks away when your drinks are set on the counter and you look down to study the honey coloured liquor. 

The two of you sit in silence until she speaks again. 

"You work for Lena Luthor, right?" 

You nod, trying not to look to depressed. 

"Yes, I do," it's then that you realize who you're talking to and you feel a little ashamed at not having noticed sooner. Her hair is one of her more striking features as it compliments her olive skin, the length of it well past her waist-it's dark and thick and glossy, sometimes she has it in two braids but tonight it is worn down. Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell she takes very good care of it. Her deep chocolate eyes are already focused on you when you look back to her, turning into crescents from her smile when she catches the recognition on your face. 

The woman is another CEO that Lena has been trying to collaborate with for ages: Nova Locklear. 

"Miss Locklear, I'm so sorry I-" you turn fully to face her in full preparedness to beg for her forgiveness. 

"Don't even worry about it," she chuckles and waves away your worry with a casual shoo of her hand. 

"I could tell you were upset when I walked up. I promise I won't hold it against you," she winks at you when you deflate and bring a hand up to your chest so you can feel your heartbeat calm after your almost full blown panic. 

"Thank you," you sigh as you wilt more. You bring the drink up to your lips and manage to hold back a wince at the sting when you take a sip. 

"I was hoping I'd see you," Nova comments when you set the glass back on the bar top. 

"I think I'm supposed to be saying that," you giggle and feel your face grow warm when she matches it with her throatier laugh. 

"Why? Because your boss wants to work with me?" 

"Well," you look away cheekily before looking back with your brows raised and a sheepish smile on your face, "maybe."

She rolls her eyes before they settle back on you in a way that has you growing warm. 

"'Well'," she mocks teasingly, "I'm more interested in you." 

You point at yourself dumbly in shock, "me?"

"Yes, you," she lifts the hand she doesn't have over her glass to adjust the necklace on your neck, letting a nail gently drag against your skin as she pulls away. 

You shiver at the sensation and lick your lips to try and regain yourself. 

"Why would you be more interested in me?" You take another sip of your drink, this time a bigger one in hopes it'll help boost your confidence in talking with such a powerful woman and potential business partner for Lena. 

"I've seen what you can do," Nova doesn't turn away to drink, instead watching you ponder over her answer while she looks over the rim of her glass. 

Across the room, Lena finds herself growing agitated. You were supposed to be getting huffy over her and Kara but there you were, being wooed by one of the few other business women in the room. Lena's sure you're going to work the potential partnership of companies into the conversation- like the good little worker bee you are- but she can also tell that that isn't what Nova's intention is. 

You play along with your drinking partner and rest your chin on your hand while looking up at her through your lashes. 

"Hmm, not sure what you mean. Maybe you're talking about my boss," you nod over your shoulder in the general direction of where you think Lena is but Nova doesn't let her eyes leave you. 

"Nope. I mean you. I don't think your boss has been forwarding my emails to you like I asked," she shrugs and finishes her drink off. 

"What?"

"I've been trying to recruit you since the day we met," Nova lifts a hand to call the bartender back and you search her face for any sign of deceit. 

"I'm not lying," she adds when she catches your now guarded look. 

"Why would she keep something like that from me?" You ask when you can't find any hint of a lie. 

"Because she knows I'd make you happy."

"Excuse me?" You frown at the odd comment. 

"I could tell by the way you looked at her how you felt-even back then. She already knew then too, and yet she just dragged you along. I called her out for giving you false hope and told her to let you come work for me. That I would appreciate you properly," she ignores the bartender when he sets her refill on the bar, her focus solely on you. 

You don't know what to say, so she continues. 

"And look at you now. She's dressed you like you're hers, heart necklace and all. And yet she's still off playing house with her blonde 'friend'," Nova breaks her focus to look over her shoulder and across the room. 

You follow her gaze and it lands on Lena. And Kara. 

They're engaged in a discussion with a group of people you recognize-CEOs of conglomerates and other business entities you had invited with the sole purpose that she could network with them. What sticks out to you most is the way Kara is rubbing circles into Lena's back with one of her hands. 

You turn back to face your drink with a bitter taste in your mouth. Nova gives you a moment to find your words, watching gently while you swirl the liquid left in your glass before you throw the rest back without so much as flinching. 

"What's your point?" You grumble crankily after carefully setting your glass back down, trying very hard not to slam it. 

"I could make you happy," she uses a finger under your chin to draw your gaze back up to hers. 

You notice the ways her pupils are dilated, how her eyes flit around your face as she looks over features. 

"And what if I eventually ended up liking you too? Would I find myself alone at a bar while a business lady tried to woo me with pretty words?" You can't believe you're seriously considering her offer, but when your lip starts to wobble at hearing how Lena knew how you felt you push away the feelings of guilt. 

"I'd write up a contract and hand it over to HR for review myself," she promises, cooing when she sees a tear prepare to escape your waterline. 

You pull away briefly to sniffle and wipe the tear away, mindful of your eyeliner. 

"I need to think about it," you clear your throat and when you look back at her she's got a soft smile on her face. 

"As long as you need," she slides her business card over to you and you take a glimpse at it before hiding it in your clutch. 

"If you go out to dinner with me tonight I'll do the partnership with Miss Luthor," Nova offers almost jokingly after a moment of comfortable silence. 

You give her an incredulous look in response, she only gives you a serious one in return. 

"Just dinner, no tricks or games," your tone is disbelieving but she holds her hand out for you to shake. 

"I swear. I'll even sign off on it if you have a napkin." 

You reach for the napkin holder on the bar and place one next to her still outreached hand. She pulls an engraved pen from her waist coat and signs her name elegantly, in regular print she writes: 

Just dinner. No tricks or games-in return for a partnership between L Corp and Hanwi Industries.

You reread it three times and even check her signature just to make sure there is no foul play. For one extra measure, you take a photo of the napkin before folding it and carefully placing it in your clutch just in case it should be damaged or go missing. 

"Thorough. One of the things I find most admirable about you," Nova hums when you look back up at her. 

"Corny," you deadpan but when she leans closer your face grows warm. 

"I bet you like that," she smiles coyly and you pout at how easily you're succumbing to her. 

Lena cannot believe what she's seeing. She's not sure what you had her write on that napkin, but she doesn't have a good feeling about it when she sees the warmth in your cheeks or the way Nova is getting so close to you. Kara follows her friend's gaze, shocked when she sees you so close with someone else. She quickly finds herself eavesdropping from across the room. 

"What would you like to eat?" Nova asks. 

You look up at the ceiling as you contemplate your options. Should you say something outrageous? Something difficult? You suppose you want her to prove her interest in you so you pick something you don't think she usually has. 

"Spicy thai," you finally come up with. 

She immediately pulls her phone out and goes to the map app. 

"Is there a place near here?" 

"I dunno," you giggle and she laughs along with you. 

"I mean, if you want I can book us a flight to Thailand but I don't think you'd have time to pack-"

"No!" You gasp amusedly, shocked at her offer. 

"There's a place on the corner of Fifth and Rodney," you take the phone playfully from her hands and put the address in so she can see how far it is. 

"They're going to dinner," Kara informs Lena after listening long enough. 

Lena's head snaps to the side so quickly that her friend worries she may get whiplash. 

"Dinner?" She asks incredulously. There was no way she heard Kara correctly just now. 

Only Kara nods and Lena frowns at the knowledge. What part of matching outfits and diamond heart necklaces were you not understanding? 

"Shouldn't you let Miss Luthor know you're leaving?" Nova asks when you stand from your stool, preparing to depart.

"I suppose so," you sigh and look over to find her eyes are already on yours. 

"If she happens to convince you to stay, I'm willing to reschedule our dinner so she can still get her partnership," Nova nods down at your clutch with her signed napkin contract  inside. 

"And now you have my number, if you should ever need or want to call me," she dips her head before finishing off her second drink. She stands and adjusts the watch on her wrist. 

"Why are you talking like I'm not leaving with you?" You tilt your head in confusion. 

"Just in case," she shrugs, dropping a kiss to your forehead before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "she's finally looking at you like how you look at her." 

She plants two more pecks to each of your cheeks before telling you she'll wait downstairs for ten minutes before she leaves. You're frozen at the tidbit she whispered to you and only come back to yourself as she's walking away. You shake away some of the fuzziness and prepare yourself to go tell Lena you're leaving. Only, when a firm hand wraps around your upper arm you find you won't even have to walk all the way over to her. 

"It seems we need to have a talk," you look up to find Lena glaring at Nova's back before her peeved expression shifts to you. 

It isn't until she's pulling you alongside her out of the party hall that you realize she's really strong. It's a little hard to keep up with her brisk pace in your heels, but her grip on your arm keeps you from tripping. 

"Lena-" you try to start, unsure of where this is going. 

"Save it," she seethes and doesn't speak again until she's shoving you into an empty room far away from where the party is still taking place. 

You don't get to look around long, but you notice it's another big room and the only piece of furniture is a long conference table in the center. 

"What was that?" Lena's tone is accusatory and you wonder if that click you just heard was her locking the door. 

"What?" You ask breathlessly, unsure of what she means. 

"You were about to leave the party to go to dinner with Nova Locklear." It's not often you find yourself under Lena's ire, and with the way it's burning you now you realize you'd rather keep it that way. 

You don't even question how she would know that because of how her anger is stressing you out. 

Instead, you fumble with your clutch to present her with the napkin. 

"She said if I went to dinner with her she would do the partnership with you," you manage to ramble out, proud that you didn't stutter once. 

Lena hardly even glances at the napkin before stalking towards you. You don't know what else to do but match her pace backwards so she doesn't run into you, but eventually the back of your thighs hit the conference table and you yelp at how close she gets so quickly. 

"Why would I want that?" She hisses and your mouth gapes like a fish as you struggle to find an answer right away. 

"I- I thought you wanted to work with her-"

"Tell me," Lena starts, saying your name exasperatedly, "what do you think this was for?" 

Her fingers wrap around the pendant that previously rested on your chest bone and lifts it so you can see it clearly. 

"I don't know- I thought maybe it matched the dress or something," your voice goes high pitched as you struggle to figure out what's going on. 

She was starting to confuse you. If that necklace or the matching outfits meant something, why hadn't she just said so? Why keep letting Kara be so touchy with her? 

"And the matching outfits?" Lena tries again, her brows so high they almost reach her hairline. There's no way you're this clueless, she thinks. 

"I don't know Lena! You never told me anything! What was I supposed to think?" You cry out, feeling frustrated tears start to well up. 

She takes a step back, shocked at the tears starting to roll down your cheeks. When you start to hiccup and the tears don't slow, she moves back into your space to try and wipe them away for you. 

"All this time I just thought you were shy. Ever since that day in my office, what did you think we were?" Lena asks softly this time. 

"Just a boss and a secretary," your voice cracks with a sob and you try to sniffle up the snot that is threatening to escape your nose. 

"Honey," she coos and pulls a handkerchief from her jacket pocket to help collect your tears, holding over your nose for you to blow. 

"I thought that whole thing was us getting together," Lena explains and you shake your head. 

"That's not how that works," you mumble and frown up at her. 

"I'm sorry," she sincerely apologizes, "I should have been more clear with you after."

You nod and look over her shoulder with a pout on your face. 

"Yeah, well, it's in the past I guess. We can talk about it tomorrow," you watch as her face shifts to one of confusion at your words. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm going to dinner with Miss Locklear." You had meant to say it with more gumption, but with the way her gaze turns scrutinizing you find it comes out meek. 

Lena studies your face for a moment, like she's waiting for you to say you're joking. When you don't, her brows furrow and the corners of her lips turn down. 

"No, you aren't," she squints at your expression when you don't let it go. 

"Yes, I am," you lift your chin in defiance and she raises a brow at your audacity. 

"No. You aren't." She repeats once more, slower this time with a more assertive tone. 

"You haven't given me a reason to stay," you stick by your front and continue on to say "besides, she said she could make me happy. So far tonight you've made me cry. Twice. Why shouldn't I go with her?"

"You're serious?"

"Deathly," you nod carefully. Her gaze is turning dark in a way you haven't seen before, you're starting to feel like maybe you should be treading a bit more cautiously. 

Her expression breaks into something akin to humor and she starts to laugh. It starts as a chuckle, but builds into a dry and loud laugh. It honestly scares you a little bit because this is a new side to her you haven't experienced. 

"Lena?" 

Your voice brings her out of her faux amusement and when she looks back to the dark look is back. 

"You're mine," she steps back into your space until you almost fall back onto the table. 

"Am I?" You ask softly, eager to know but scared to push her. 

"A custom made dress, for you. A heart diamond pendant from Tiffany's, for you. Me in a matching suit, for you. Would you like me to write it out for you?" Lena looks at incredulously and her face gets close enough that you can feel her words come out as she speaks against your cheeks. 

"I don't know, would that stop you from flirting with Kara?" And finally your jealousy slips. She had been much more verbal with her disdain of you and Nova, but you had only side eyed her interactions with her friend. 

"Is that what this is about? I was just doing it to mess with you."

You roll your eyes and try to push her away from you, only she doesn't budge so it only leaves your hands resting on her shoulders. 

"If you're allowed to do it, then I can too. At least I'm doing it to help you, Nova is someone you've been wanting to collaborate with for ages," you start and you feel your face start to get hot with frustration. 

"Besides! You and I aren't official, I can go to dinner with whoever I please!" You finish with a huff and your words finally push Lena over the edge. 

"Let me make this very clear," her hands come to rest on the table behind you, trapping you between her and it with no easy way out. 

"You were mine the minute you confessed, and I was yours the moment I informed you that I reciprocated. Period. There's me spelling it out for you. The only way you're going to get more official than that is when I buy you a ring, but unless you're ready to have my last name and be put up in my penthouse I think we should take it slow." 

Your first reaction is to shrink at her tone, but at the mention of having her last name you feel your cunt throb. Lena has a very short period of worrying that she's being a tad overbearing and it's quickly washed away at the sight of your pupils dilating. You like when she talks like that, don't you? She leans even closer to you and you're unable to run. In fact, you have to adjust your hands on her shoulders so you don't fall back onto the table. Your mouth is cutely agape when another idea hits her. She kisses a feather soft trail up your cheek until her lips reach your ear. 

"Maybe I should get you a collar with my name on it next. That way there's no room for confusion," her teeth nip at your earlobe you're unable to hold back the moan that leaves your mouth. 

She pulls away to look over your face and finds unadulterated need written all over your face. Lena wonders how she could've missed that this is what you wanted all along. 

"You just want me to own you, don't you?" She can't believe how quickly you nod at her assumption. Then again, all of this is happening because of how bad you want her and how bad she wants you. She's excited to bring up something else she had intended to save for later, but decides it's better to present it to you now. 

"I got you one more thing for tonight," Lena comments, lifting one of her hands from the table to take hold of your jaw. Your lids flutter at the firm way she grabs your jaw and Lena has to hold back a groan at the way your eyes go moony at her possessive hold. 

She nudges your thighs apart with one of her knees, she adjusts you so that you sit on the edge of the table and she can stand between your now parted legs. Next she pushes away the fabric of your dress where the slit is with her free hand until she can grab your bare leg, lifting it to rest against her waist. You wonder if you're about to get a reenactment of what started all of this but find your head lolling back when she grinds into you and you feel that she's packing. What Lena hasn't noticed yet is the fact that you aren't wearing panties. It isn't until you're clutching tightly at her shoulders and cursing loudly at the grind of her hips that she looks down to find that you're bare. 

Immediately upon discovering this, the hand on your jaw slips down to your neck and lightly squeezes to bring your attention back to her face. 

"You haven't been wearing panties at all tonight?" Her eyes look a little wild but it's hard for you to focus on something other than the clothed bulge still pressed against you. 

"Uh huh," you nod and roll your hips to get more stimulation, unabashed at the way you're probably ruining her pants. 

"You could see the lines from under the dress so I couldn't wear them," you explain when her hand goes a little tighter. 

She lets go of your leg to slide her hand up your thigh, dragging her nails the whole way until she reaches your cunt. Lena moves her hips back enough so that she can feel you. You almost whine at the loss of her against you but she shushes you with a tsk. She curses when her fingertips glide easily against you, your slick quickly coating her hand the more she moves it. Without warning, two of her fingers plunge into you.

"Lena!" You gasp, wanting to throw your head back but find yourself unable to when the grip on your neck shifts to grab the hair at the base of your neck to hold you in place.  

"Is this for me? Or her?" She seethes and curls her fingers when you clench around them. 

"You!" 

"Is it? Weren't you just about to leave me to go to dinner with her? With Nova," Lena mocks the way you had said her name like it was your saving grace. She watches the way you struggle to keep your eyes open with her fingers fucking you, so she pulls them away. 

You shake your head as best as you can and try to explain yourself but her hands leave you completely and you only find that you want to complain at the loss of her. Before you can get too far in your groveling, you notice she's undoing her belt and pants. She only pulls them down enough that she can pull the strap out and use the wetness on her one hand to stroke it. 

"Please," you whisper and hope it's enough. It isn't. 

"Beg," Lena uses her hold on the strap to push it through your folds, barely holding back a grin at the way your eyes flutter at the sensation.

"Please Lena, need you so bad. Please, please, please," you could write hundreds of books on how much you want her but all words except the simplest evade you now. 

"Hm. You don't really sound like you do," she tilts her head to the side and watches with amusement as you struggle. She slides the strap down until the head of it teasingly weighs against your opening before it glides back up to bump your clit. 

"Lena! I only want you, always. Please! Need you to fuck me," you cry out and feel yourself start to heave and gasp at not receiving more stimulation. 

Your hands leave her shoulders so you can grab at your chest through the dress. Without really meaning to, you entice her even more when you lie back on the table. It was a mix of wanting to be able to look up at her and wanting to lay back, but it also allows her to look down at you fully and appreciate the need written all across you. 

"Show me how much you need it," Lena instructs, the hand not holding the strap coming up to brush under your breasts. 

Your first act is to lower the front of your dress. As if waiting for permission, you do it slowly while looking up at her and continue until your chest is fully exposed. Your nipples peak at the exposure of the cool air and she watches with a sharp stare when you pinch one of them between your fingers. Your other hand goes down to your cunt where you struggle to not grab the toy and shove it inside of you. Instead, you circle your clit with your middle and ring fingers.

"Lena," your head lolls back for a moment until you lift it back up so you can watch her instead. 

"I need you so bad, it's all I ever think about. Do you know how many times I imagined you bending me over your desk?" Your fingers speed up and she can hear the way you get wetter the longer you touch yourself. 

What you don't say is how you always thought that's what she was doing whenever Kara came by. And sometimes, you really think they really were. Lena seems to get a certain kind of flush on her face during and/or after intimate sessions, you saw it the last time the two of you had been together. Thinking back on it, you swear you've seen it on her a few times after she and her friend left her office. As your mind starts to slip into a different territory, the words decide to escape from your mouth before you can stop them. 

"I just want you to look at me the way you look at her."

Lena's eyes soften and you turn your face to the side so you don't have to see her expression. Your hands stop moving against yourself as a blanket of discomfort falls over you. She coos your name and uses a gentle hand to turn your face to look at her. 

"There's a different look I reserve for you," her thumb brushes against your cheek, "the one for her is one of friendship. The one that I have for you, the one I try to save for when you aren't looking, is one of possession."

"Because I want you to be mine, fully. My love for you is addictive and once you give me permission, it will be all you know," Lena leans down so that her lips are a breath away and the closeness means you can feel the weight of the strap against you again. It's hard to even consider it though given what she just told you. 

"I want to be yours," you whisper. 

Her lips descend onto yours. The hand that had been on your breast moves up to hold the back of her neck, encouraging her to kiss you deeper. When she rolls her hips, you whine into her mouth and feel the way her lips curl into a smile. She pulls back enough so she can look down at you while she teases.

"Just mine? Not anyone else's?" Lena's fake pout almost has you rolling your eyes, but the way the head of the strap catches on your hole again has the thought melting from your mind.

"Only yours, for as long as you'll have me," your hand tightens on the hair at the base of her neck as you try not to adjust your hips so that the toy slips inside. You use your other arm to lean up on your elbow as you try to kiss her, desperate to feel her pillowy lips on yours again. 

She allows it momentarily, her free hand sneaking down so that she can thumb at your clit. You jolt in surprise and the kiss is broken. Your mouth drops open when she presses hard circles around it until you start to tremble. 

"Do you want it?" Lena grows more confident and in turn more mean when she thrusts the toy against you. She speeds up the movements around your clit until your back arches at the mixed sensations. 

"I want you to stop being mean to me," you complain and this time you don't stop the way you shift your hips down. You time it just right and the strap slides into you, not very far though with the way she stops moving completely. You decide that if she's going to play dirty, then you should too. 

"Don't you want me Lena? You say you like me, but I had to go out and find attention elsewhere tonight. Is that what you'll do if we get together? Nevermind, do you know if it's been ten minutes since we've been in here? Maybe Nova is still-"

Your words finally push her over the edge and she thrusts the rest of the length into you.

In a short series of quick and efficient movements, she has you pushed down onto your back, your thighs pressed up against her sides. The position doesn't allow her to be able to see you fully, so she adjusts you so her hands can press at the back of your knees until they're up by your shoulders. Now, your breasts are pushed together and with a quick glimpse down she's able to see your pussy stretched out over her strap. 

"You're mine," she watches as you nod at the statement, but it isn't enough. 

"Say it."

"Yours! I'm yours Lena!" Your voice is a little choppy with the way it's interrupted with each thrust of her hips, but she enjoys the way it hitches on the syllables of her name. 

"Only mine?" Her hips slow and your thighs twitch as you try to keep her moving against you.

"Only yours," you moan, "please, Lena! Don't stop!"

She doesn't torture you any longer and builds up to a harsh pace, making sure to thrust hard enough that a slapping sound starts to echo out into the large room. Your chest bounces with each slide in and her eyes jump from the movement back up to your fucked out face at finally getting what you needed. She watches as your mouth stays open in a perpetual state of bliss, a little bit of drool pools at the corner of your lips. You're too focused on something else to even think about swallowing it away. 

Lena leans down so that she's able to be closer to your neck, desperate to leave you with another gift to help you remember this moment a little longer. Her hips don't stop moving and she groans at the way your cries come out right next to her ear. She starts off slow, dropping little pecks and licks against the now dewy skin of your neck. When you tip your head back further in wordless permission, she lets herself begin to suck hickies into the exposed areas. She makes sure that the several she leaves are all in very noticeable spots, that way no one gets any ideas about flirting with you. 

In the end, it almost does look like a collar. Each hickey is about an inch apart from the other and they all somewhat line up around the base of your neck. It certainly helps that framing each mark is some of her lipstick. By the time she's done, you're ready for her lips to be elsewhere. 

"Lena," your voice trembles and jumps with her thrusts, but you manage to get the rest of the words out. 

"Kiss me, please?"

It's a simple and sweet request that she immediately grants. Her hips thrust all the way forward so that you can feel the strap press against the deepest part of you before the movements halt. It helps her focus on the way your spit slicked lips eagerly dance with hers. In a moment of neediness, you slip your tongue out of your mouth in hopes of meeting hers. She responds in kind and the two of your tongues swirl together until she pulls back enough to watch the string of saliva connecting you stretch and break. Lena's eyes move back up to look at your expression and starts to thrust again at the utterly debauched gaze she finds. 

"You look so pretty," she grunts out when your eyes roll back. 

You try to respond, but she picks up the pace again and your breath is knocked out of you. Instead, all that comes out are gasps and noises that vaguely sound like words. Lena doesn't mind, she finds it endearing. You look like a piece of art that she both wants to hide away for her eyes alone as well as shows off to the world, to display the love she has for you. And in this moment, there is no denying that you're fully hers. The hickies on your neck suit the heart necklace, and the redness of them is only brought out more by the color of your dress and the burgundy previously painted on her lips. She looks up to find some of it had made it onto your lips as well, but it had beautifully smeared in the roughness of it all.

There is nothing in this world more stunning than you, Lena thinks. 

You wish you could hold onto her, but the way your legs are pressed against your chest doesn't allow for such a thing. You make do by digging your nails into the wood of the table and watch through teary eyes as Lena's lovesick eyes study you. It's a look you've imagined on her face since the moment you realized you fell for her. 

She sits up and coos away your cry at the disappearance of her closeness. She doesn't pull away completely, only just enough that she can see all of you again. She keeps one of her hands on the back of your knee while the other moves down to softly tease at your clit. Lena curses when it slides away at how slippery you are, letting her fingers go down to feel the way you're stretching around the toy with each thrust in. You clench around the strap at the added sensation but she only pushes into you harder so that her pace isn't slowed. Her fingers make their way back to your clit and push down through the wetness so that they can circle. 

"Lena!" You cry out and she groans in return. 

Earlier she had contemplated adding a ribbed base so she could cum too but decided against it so as not to be too distracted from you. She finds now though that she might not even need it, your pleasure fueling her own. The sounds of your coupling fill the room and it's not even a worry in Lena's mind about the two of you being caught. She made sure to pick a room far enough away, and even then she's sure Kara is making sure no one gets too close. 

With the way your breathing is picking up and your thighs start to shake in her hold she knows you're about to reach your peak. 

"Talk to me, sweetheart. Want to hear you," she purrs. 

"-'m gonna cum!" You damn near scream. She giggles at how exasperated you sound and speeds up her fingers on your clit. 

"Yeah? Who are you going to cum for?" Each of Lena's thrusts has the strap fully pushing into you so that it pokes at your cervix. It's at the verge of being painful but you find that you don't mind it when she's the one doing it. 

"You! Lena! You you you!" Your back is starting to hurt at the hardness of the table but with one more careful thrust of her hips and circle at your clit your release wipes away all thoughts. Knowing you've reached your peak lets her focus on her own for a moment, grinding against the base of the strap until she clenches around nothing, cumming with you.   

There's a mostly peaceful set of minutes where the only sound is each of your breaths, but you find that you came so hard you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You don't even realize when she pulls out of you, too focused on your come down. It's not until she's readjusting your dress that you float back to your body. 

"I don't think I can walk," you murmur when she tries to sit you up. 

"That's fine, I can help you," Lena hums but then gets a funny thought, "or I could get Kara to carry you?" 

Very quickly you lose your sleepy face and you shoot a hard glare her way. 

"Or I could call Nova," you frown and she sighs. 

"Sorry, I'll stop teasing," she presses a gentle peck to your temple and wraps her arms around your shoulders. 

It's then that you notice she's resituated herself so that the strap is tucked back into her pants and she looks mostly back to her regularly composed self. Minus the blush across her cheeks and satisfied smile. 

"Does this mean I'm your girlfriend now?" Your voice comes out a little insecure but Lena supposes it is only her fault for not being more verbal about this earlier on. 

"Yes, and I'm yours. No one else's," she adds at the end and grows warm at the way you melt in her arms. 

"Good," you nuzzle your face into her chest to bask in her warmth. 

Lena finds herself hoping this is the beginning of forever with you.