Chapter Text
Lena stood on her balcony, one hand resting on the railing, the other slowly swirling a glass of deep red wine. The city below gleamed in the night, lights in windows and on rooftops illuminating the sky, blotting out the stars overhead. Only the moon was visible, a waning silver crescent rising over the horizon. An ambulance wailed somewhere in the distance, and Lena sighed. She took a mouthful of wine, letting it wash over her tongue for a moment before swallowing it down.
She was waiting.
Ordinarily being patient was not a problem she had; being the female CEO of a notoriously wicked foundation had taught her the virtues of waiting - waiting to be taken seriously as a woman in the business world, waiting for the reputation of L Corp to change in the eyes of the public, waiting to be seen as something other than a villainous Luthor. No, waiting was not a problem. But tonight, it was an irritation. Just another thorn in her side after a heavy day of press conferences and yet another run-in with her mother. She needed a release, and sooner was always better than later. But she would wait.
She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the railing. She dropped her head and ran her free fingers through her hair, pulling out the pins that held her bun in place. The bun fell free. She raked the length of it away from her face, sighing in relief as she massaged the tension from her scalp.
A heavy day indeed. She’d even been looking forward to today, press conferences and unpleasant mother meetings and all. Kara had been scheduled to interview her again. She’d said she wanted to do a spotlight on Lena herself, an outline of her journey to rebranding the Luthor name. It was going to be a lengthy interview, Kara said, so Lena had suggested that they meet over lunch. Not only would it have been a nice change to get out of the office, but she wanted to spend time with Kara outside of a work space. Yes it was still for work, and yes it was just an interview, but Lena couldn’t help but feel excited at the chance to see Kara in a more casual setting and possibly get to know her better there. With everything else going on that day, seeing Kara’s bright smile and hearing her sweet voice would’ve been a welcome respite.
But then Kara had cancelled last minute. Very last minute, in fact. Lena had already been at the restaurant when she got her call.
“I’m so sorry, Lena.” Kara had clearly been driving down the highway, though why her windows were down for a phone call, Lena couldn’t imagine. “I’ve got an emergency to handle...for work.”
Lena understood, of course, and let Kara know as much.
“Another time, then?” she’d said, masking the disappointment in her voice effortlessly.
“Definitely,” Kara said, and hung up.
There was no use in releasing her reservation since she had already left work for lunch, so she had eaten alone. She browsed a news feed idly as she ate. Nothing too unusual, she noted. Supergirl had been busy, saving a semi from plunging into the waterway after it jackknifed on the interstate. No one had been harmed, of course. She watched the video clip with a small smile on her lips. Someone had captured Supergirl in the act. She’d saved the semi just in the nick of time, catching the body of it just as it began to slide over the edge of the bridge. She had ignored the applause of the crowd, flying to the cab and freeing the unconscious driver trapped inside. She delivered him personally to the stretcher before they loaded it onto the ambulance. The video ended on Supergirl’s profile, her mouth and eyes set seriously as she watched the ambulance drive away.
Lena’s stomach fluttered just a little remembering it. She knew that serious expression well. It was how Supergirl’s face looked when they were alone together, when they both knew what was coming next. It was a refreshing look, so different from the nervousness and intimidation that all her previous lovers had shown before they went to bed with her. The seriousness made her feel normal, and desirable, and so unlike a Luthor. It was the thing that made her completely lose herself.
So she was waiting. Soon the next emergency would be handled with grace and strength and skill, and then it would be her turn.
She finished off her glass of wine and turned to go back inside her apartment when she heard the familiar sound of a fluttering cape. It was almost silent, and when she was less used to it she hadn’t been able to detect any sound whatsoever. But she heard it, and she felt herself relax at the sound, a smile touching her lips.
She turned.
“I was wondering if you were going to keep me waiting all night.”
Supergirl already had her arms folded, as was her standard pose, but her eyes were amused.
“Well, car-jackers aren’t going to imprison themselves, you know.”
“No,” Lena acknowledged. “I don’t imagine they would.”
Supergirl looked her up and down. The sweep of her eyes was subtle enough, but Lena felt pierced through, as though she was looking at more than her body.
“Are you sure you’re up for this tonight?” Supergirl asked. “You seem tired.”
Lena tilted her chin, somewhat irritated at the assessment. “I’m fine.”
Supergirl didn’t seem shaken by her brusque tone. She stepped forward, moving to stand toe to toe with her. Her hands gripped her shoulders gently, urging them to release their tension.
“Long day for the CEO of L Corp, then?”
Lena smiled, feeling the weariness of it and not caring that Supergirl saw. “You could say that. I had to talk to my mother, for one. And I got stood up at lunch. I’ve had better days.”
Supergirl blinked, and her eyebrows creased. But she didn’t say anything else. She took the wineglass from Lena’s hand, placing it on the ground, and then swept her into a deep kiss. She lifted her by the backs of her thighs and Lena wrapped her legs around her waist, throwing her arms around her neck, returning the kiss hungrily.
This. This is what she waited for. This is what made waiting worth it.
Supergirl carried her inside, moving effortlessly. Her hands ran the length of Lena’s back, holding her closer, pressing their bodies together. Lena tangled her fingers in her hair, gripping the back of her neck. She bit down on her lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make Supergirl moan.
“Sit down,” Lena murmured.
Supergirl complied, sitting them on the mattress. She tugged at the backs of Lena’s knees, dragging their hips closer together. Her lips trailed along Lena’s throat. She nipped at the tender skin, making Lena gasp a little, then swirled her tongue across the marks to soothe the pain. Lena’s hands slid beneath her cape, fumbling to undo the clasp on the back of her uniform. It came free, and she tugged the material down her shoulders, grunting a little in exasperation. She leaned down, her teeth catching Supergirl’s earlobe.
“I thought we agreed you would just come naked so we could avoid all this nonsense,” she growled.
“Must’ve slipped my mind,” Supergirl replied, the wit in her tone drowned out by how breathless she suddenly sounded.
She wrapped her arms around Lena’s waist, twisting to the side to switch their positions. She kissed her neck again.
“Here, I’ll take care of it for you.”
She stood, and began disrobing. Lena propped herself up on her elbows, watching with burning gaze as Supergirl bared her lean, toned body. She tried, but she failed to stop herself from biting her lip. Supergirl was wearing that expression, that seriousness soaked in heat, never breaking eye contact. As the last article of clothing dropped to the floor, Lena sat up. She slid to the edge of the mattress and pulled Supergirl in to stand between her legs. She kissed her torso, applying her tongue liberally, tracing the lines of her. Supergirl gasped, swaying slightly, her hand on the back of her head. Lena smiled, relishing the affect she had over this otherworldly woman, this superhero .
Her smugness was short-lived. Supergirl’s fingers slid beneath her chin, lifting her gaze upward, and she leaned down and caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Her arms wrapped around Lena’s back and she lifted her up as if to carry her again but instead just dragged her bodily up the mattress, laying her so she rested over her. The manhandling took Lena’s breath away. She could feel the raw power in the way Supergirl moved, in the ease with which she hefted her entire body weight. This woman could crush her on a whim. The idea roused the masochism in her. It excited her up in a way that no human could.
They kissed passionately, their bodies moving together in waves. Lena couldn’t stand the barrier separating their bodies, their skin. She began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Supergirl noticed and she reached up, stilling Lena’s hands.
“Want me to do that?”
Lena knew what she meant, and nodded.
Supergirl gripped the seam of her shirt and jerked it ever so slightly. The buttons tore off with a ripping noise, scattering on the floor. Supergirl pressed her body down against Lena’s, their skin meeting. Lena locked their mouths together again, tongue slipping past her lips. She lifted her hips, grinding against Supergirl’s leg. She could feel her wetness growing. Supergirl pulled her blouse off the rest of the way. She kissed across Lena’s chest, down the soft skin. She hooked her finger beneath the material of the bra and ripped it away too, clearly no longer in the mood for waiting. Her mouth moved on Lena’s breasts, massaging the nipples with her tongue, grazing them ever so slightly with her teeth. Lena arched, moaning, twining her fingers through her blonde hair.
Supergirl’s hands were on her back, holding her up as she arched, bringing her body closer to her moving mouth. Her eyes were closed. She moved her ministrations downward, kissing across Lena’s torso, tracing the lines of her with her tongue. Her hands were undoing the clasp of Lena’s pants, dragging them down her hips without missing a beat. Her mouth was warm, its movements skilled. Lena bit her lip, remembering the feeling of it between her legs. She wanted to beg, but she didn’t dare. She could only stand to give Supergirl so much power.
She needn’t have worried. Supergirl’s mouth found her moments later, and Lena couldn’t help but gasp aloud. She tightened her grip in Supergirl's hair, pulling her closer. Supergirl seemed happy to oblige, her hands locking around her thighs. She met Lena’s grinding hips with her tactile tongue, making the heat grow in Lena’s low belly. She was hungry, her mouth wet and pliant. She traced patterns against Lena, heated circles and figure eights, making her writhe. And when Lena was too demanding, she pressed her tongue flat against her, sending a spasm of what felt like electricity up through Lena’s body. Lena couldn’t have stayed quiet if she wanted to. Her moans and sighs and gasps filled the dark air.
Supergirl pulled away for a moment, but before Lena could protest she felt her slip her fingers inside her. Her jaw locked and she threw her head back at the sensation of fullness.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
Supergirl moved slow at first, fingers sliding a steady rhythm in and out. She dropped her head back down, her mouth finding Lena’s heat again. Lena bit her lip, her hips pulsing in time with the thrust of Supergirl's fingers. She looked down for a moment at her lover. Her head was bowed, blonde hair splayed out across her skin and the sheets, and for a moment, Lena saw someone else. Kara’s name was suddenly on her tongue, the heat growing exponentially as she imagined Kara between her legs instead. She shut her eyes tightly and dropped her head back again.
It isn’t her. You can’t think like that.
Supergirl’s pace was growing faster, and more rough. She had clearly learned exactly what Lena liked, and she executed with perfection. Her fingers punched into her with every thrust, making the whole bed rock. Lena was struggling to keep her tremors under control, fighting the instinctual movement of her body as the temptation of release grew stronger. Supergirl seemed to notice and she looked up, her mouth wet, a smile resting on her lips.
“Come for me, Lena.”
Fuck.
She couldn’t resist any longer, and Supergirl’s low, commanding voice was just enough to tip the scales. She came with a loud cry, arching off the bed as the heat in her abdomen released in shockwaves of pleasure, thrumming hard through her body. Supergirl held her hips down, but still her whole body shook with spasms. Her voice was guttural as she rode out the final waves, unintelligible sounds streaming from her lips unchecked. She collapsed, breathing hard, a short, breathless laugh on her lips.
She shivered as Supergirl withdrew her fingers, licking them clean and wiping her mouth as she crawled up the bed. She placed a kiss on Lena’s lips.
“Was that alright?” she asked.
Lena smiled, closing her eyes. “You could probably say that, yes.”
Supergirl touched the side of her face and kissed her cheek. Her gentleness after the fact always surprised Lena.
She rolled out of bed and began getting dressed. Lena watched her, torn between wanting to ask her to stay and the guilt of picturing Kara while Supergirl fucked her so well. She chose silence, and when Supergirl gave her a smile and left through the balcony door, she fell asleep, against her better judgement, thinking of Kara.
Later that week she was interrupted in the middle of writing a press release when her secretary called.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Kara Danvers is here to see you, ma’am. I told her you were busy but she insis-”
“Let her in.”
She only had a moment to compose herself before Kara stepped in, looking more than a little bashful. She was carrying a plate with plastic wrap across the top of it.
“Hi,” she said.
Lena couldn’t help herself from smiling widely. “Hello, Kara. What a pleasant surprise.”
“I wanted to apologize for the other day,” Kara said. “I feel really bad about bailing on you.”
Lena waved her hand, “Oh, you don’t need to apologize. I understand work emergencies, believe me.”
Kara adjusted her glasses, giving a nervous grin. She lifted the plate in her hand.
“Well, I just wanted to give you this as a, um, token of my sorrow...my sorriness...ah...here. It’s for you.”
She handed the plate to Lena. On it was a piece of chocolate cake, complete with chocolate frosting and what looked like the remnants of some writing on the top in yellow icing.
“It was Winn’s birthday yesterday,” Kara explained quickly. “I wanted to make you something but I only had enough ingredients to bake a cake so I thought I could just bring you a piece. I probably should’ve just made you your own, or some cookies. I didn’t know what you liked. I’m sorry, this must seem so half-assed…”
“Kara,” Lena cut in. She felt her heart swelling as she looked at this beautiful, frazzled, nervous woman who had gone out of her way to deliver a piece of cake as an apology to her. “Thank you. I love chocolate cake.”
“You do?” Kara asked, clearly relieved. She laughed, adjusting her glasses again. “Oh good, I was worried you might not.”
“You didn’t have to bring me anything at all, really,” Lena said.
Kara waved her hand, nodding quickly. “Oh, well, I wanted to anyway.”
Lena smiled softly, meeting her eyes, somewhat overwhelmed by the genuine goodness being shown to her by this single human being. Her heart sped up a little. She wanted to say something. Well, she wanted to say a lot of things, none of which were relevant or appropriate for the situation at hand. But the quiet between them was not uncomfortable, and she felt words wouldn’t do the moment justice anyway. She was vaguely aware that she’d been looking into Kara’s eyes for longer than usual, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Kara broke the moment with a quiet laugh. She tucked a nonexistent stray hair behind her ear.
“Well, I should get going. I’m supposed to be running an errand for my boss. But would you want to meet later, maybe, to get that interview?”
Lena looked down, smiling, coming back to herself. “Yes, of course. I would love that.”
“Okay,” Kara said. “I’ll call you, and we can find a good time.”
Lena stayed standing for a while after Kara had left, looking at the slice of chocolate cake.
She was practically humming with good energy that night. The memory of Kara’s visit stayed with her, as did the warm feeling. Kara had called later that day to schedule a meet-up over the weekend. Only a few more days and she’d be able to see her again. Tonight she was happy. And she wanted to see Supergirl.
There was no waiting this time. Supergirl was on her balcony before she had a chance to put her phone down.
“Must be a quiet night,” Lena remarked.
Supergirl shrugged. “Must be.”
Lena moved to her, putting her hands around her waist, kissing her softly a few times. She leaned into it, her fingers tangling in Lena’s hair.
“You seem to be in a better mood,” she smiled between kisses.
“I am,” Lena said. “I get to see someone this weekend.”
Supergirl raised an eyebrow, “Oh? ‘Someone,’ huh?”
“Don’t tell me you’re the jealous type,” Lena scoffed.
“Oh no, no,” she said. “I’m happy for you and your mystery girl.”
Lena pulled back a little. “I never said it was a girl.”
Supergirl seemed unperturbed. “Well, is it?”
“Maybe.”
“Hmm,” she smiled. “Sounds like intuition is another superpower of mine.”
“Shut up,” Lena murmured, silencing her with a kiss.
Their kisses were soft and slow at first, a little playful and teasing. Then it was as if Supergirl remembered why she was there, and she pulled Lena closer, one hand on her neck, the other on the small of her back. Her lips moved with meaning, her tongue brushing Lena’s as she tilted her head and drew her in. Soon little moans were interspersed throughout their kissing, heat blossoming between their bodies. Lena pressed Supergirl back against the railing. She ran her tongue across her upper lip, then sucked on it slowly. She felt as much as heard Supergirl catch her breath, and felt a deep rush of satisfaction.
Supergirl’s arms wrapped around her and without warning her feet were lifted from the balcony floor. For a moment she thought Supergirl was picking her up as usual, but then she realized that the ground had dropped away. She gasped, breaking the kiss, watching with a mix of horror and awe as the buildings that had loomed around her shrank away below. She looked up at Supergirl who was watching her steadily.
“I’ll keep you safe,” she said.
Lena believed her. She kissed her again.
Their bodies intertwined in the night air as they rose through the clouds. Supergirl carried them higher than the light pollution could reach, and when Lena tilted her head back, eyes open, sighing as Supergirl kissed passionately along the length of her neck, her heart practically stopped. The stars were bright - no, that wasn’t a good enough word for them. They were wild, and their light was a storm across the black sky. It was like the heavens were singing. The song was one she didn’t recognize, and it woke both fear and wonder deep in her chest.
“Gods,” she whispered.
Supergirl looked up, and followed her gaze into the sky.
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
“I’ve never seen them like this.”
“All you ever have to do is ask,” Supergirl whispered, pressing her lips back to Lena's neck.
Lena’s eyes rolled back a little and she cupped Supergirl's cheek, bringing their mouths together, kissing her hard. She guided her hand, pushing it beneath her shirt and against her breast. Supergirl took her cues, teasing and caressing until Lena moaned into her mouth. Then Supergirl ducked her head, pulling Lena's blouse open further. She kissed across the skin of her chest, down into the curve of her breasts. Her mouth was passionate and hungry, leaving bruises in their wake that spurred Lena’s heartbeat into a frenzy. A warm breeze swept around them, making Supergirl’s cape snap out behind her. Lena felt weightless, lightheaded. She touched Supergirl’s cheeks, signaling need, and Supergirl responded with alacrity, pulling their chests back together and kissing her deeply.
Their bodies intertwined, Supergirl’s thigh pressing between her legs. Lena rolled her hips hard, grinding against her, moaning at the feeling of friction. She was hardly able to control her movement, only obeying the demands of the heat that roared. Heaven burned above, and the earth shimmered below, and they were the fire in between.
“I want you to make me come,” Lena gasped. “Please.”
Their eyes locked and for a moment, a long, heavy moment, Lena wished she knew her name. Not Supergirl, not her Catco brand, but her name. Something she could cry aloud as she climaxed, something she could murmur or groan or sigh. Something real. Something like “Kara.”
Those thoughts were buried as Supergirl slid her hand down Lena’s body, pulling her skirt up to her hips. She pushed Lena’s underwear to the side and pressed her fingers against her wetness. Lena made a loud, breathy sound, pulling their mouths together.
Supergirl groaned. “You’re so wet,” she said, the words slipping out like she couldn’t stop them.
“This is what you do to me,” Lena whispered. She reached down between their two bodies, guiding Supergirl's fingers and pressing two of them inside herself. Supergirl shuddered, moaning, clearly overcome by her boldness.
Their mouths and tongues interlocked and Supergirl pulsed inside her. Lena had both arms wrapped around her neck, holding on for dear life. Pleasure rushed through her in waves, the sensation of being filled again and again and again. She kissed her for as long as she could manage but soon she was completely consumed by the feeling of Supergirl inside her and she buried her face in her neck, making small, desperate noises.
The heat between them was incredible. They were both panting, their bodies shaking, twisted together in a dance punctuated by beating hearts and the pulsing of fingers. Lena ground her hips down against Supergirl’s hand, fucking herself as much as she was being fucked. Supergirl moaned, biting the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. The pain blended seamlessly with the pleasure.
Lena could feel herself nearing the edge. The movement of Supergirl’s fingers was intense to the point of extremity. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Supergirl thrust deep and hard into her and her head fell back. She could feel the tension in her neck, the rigidity of her muscles, the breathless tremors that came before release. For a moment, she opened her eyes. The stars were wild. They blazed. They screamed aloud, cried out a safety that only the wilderness could know. She heard her name, moaned into her ear.
“Lena.”
She came then, in an eruption of warmth and endorphins. It coursed through her veins, striking her brain, making her arms and legs feel like they were glowing. She didn’t think: she let go. She slipped out of Supergirl’s grip and she was falling, the air roaring so loudly it sounded like silence. Her spine still arched as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her, her eyes clenching shut until she forced them open again. The sky spun above her, a kaleidoscope of blinding light and endless darkness. Somehow, she felt no fear, only exquisite freedom.
Then there were arms beneath her neck and her legs and she was being pulled from free-fall, safe in Supergirl’s arms. Supergirl was terrified. Tears gleamed in her eyes and she was talking so fast her words stumbled over themselves.
“Fuck Lena I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I wasn’t holding you tight enough, I’m so sorry I dropped you, are you alright? I’m so fucking stupid, I’m sorry Lena -”
Lena touched her mouth, stilling her lips.
“You didn’t drop me. I let go.”
“You....” Confusion, shock and anger flashed across Supergirl’s face in rapid succession. “You let go? Are you… are you crazy? What if I hadn’t caught you!?”
“You said you’d keep me safe,” Lena returned. “And I knew you would.”
Supergirl’s mouth hung open as she struggled to process what braincells Lena could possibly be missing. Lena stroked her cheek, kissing the corner of her lips.
“I’m sorry I scared you. But that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
Supergirl sighed and Lena could practically feel her muscles relaxing.
“Well, we’ll see if I ever take you flying again, you fucking maniac.”
Lena laughed and put her arms around her neck, pulling in close to her chest.
“I promise I’ll hold on tight this time.”
Still, Supergirl’s grip on her body didn’t loosen once as she flew her back home. She placed her gently onto the balcony, clear relief showing in her face that she’d gotten her back safely.
“I swear, Luthor, if you ever try to pull something like that again…”
Lena laid both hands against her chest, feeling a little guilty for scaring her so badly.
“I won’t.” She kissed her gently. “I promise.”
Supergirl tucked an errant strand of hair behind Lena’s ear, sighing deeply.
“Good. I wouldn’t want…” She paused, hesitating on the words she seemed to want to say. “I wouldn’t want L Corp to lose its CEO.”
Lena blinked at the unexpected end of her sentence. Then she nodded, and laughed a little.
“That’s fair enough.”
Supergirl looked in her eyes, running her knuckles down Lena’s cheek.
“Sleep well, Lena” she said.
She kissed her forehead and, with a gentle squeeze of her fingers, she turned and flew from the balcony, disappearing quickly into the lights of the city and the darkness of the night.