Chapter 1
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. This never happens. They got away, how did the bad guys get away? She’s Supergirl for Rao’s sake! Catching bad guys is all she does!
It’s not really a question; she knows why. It’s the reason she’s out here trying to let off steam in the first place. She had visited Lena as Kara earlier in the day. She can’t even remember the lame reason she used to interrupt the busy CEO’s day, that detail lost to the energy that now radiates from her chest. What isn’t lost is the feel of Lena’s hand on her knee.
Kara could never tell if the touches were just innocent friendship. She only knew they had been increasing in frequency; along with the winks and the mischievously sexy smirks that left Kara gaping like a fish or awkwardly laughing at the ground. She was over it!
Kara wants to blame it on her super senses, this intense reaction her body has to Lena’s touch, but she knows it’s a flimsy excuse. She touches people all the time and never feels this way.
So here she finds herself, pacing, the adrenaline showing no signs of letting up. She could fly a lap or 48364 around the world. Or, she could try and find Alex and have her talk her down, but Alex will be mad she was out alone with no back up, no comms. Besides, she can’t exactly explain why she’s this wound up, and talking is the last thing she wants to do.
She’s already in the air before she realizes she’s made a decision. She’s already at Lena’s apartment balcony before she’s confronted what that decision is. And, she’s already knocking on the glass door, not paying attention to the force she uses as it rattles under her knuckles, before she questions if this is a good idea or not.
And Lena, Lena is already aware of her presence at her door, face scrunched in confusion, before she has time to realize she’s here as Supergirl, not Kara. And, Lena has definitely not been flirting with Supergirl.
What.
The.
Lena’s hand is reaching for the handle, opening the door and Kara has absolutely no plan. The adrenaline is still there overriding all reason. The door is open and Lena has to take a step back, as if she can feel the energy coming off the figure in front of her.
Lena takes in the sight: the broken tiles of her balcony where Supergirl must’ve landed a little forcefully, the opposing expressions flitting across the hero’s face; caught and wild, sure and questioning. Muscular shoulders tense, and her chest heaves with labored breaths; that symbol rising and falling with the movement.
Hesitantly, “Supergirl, is everything alright?”
Kara surges forward, pinning Lena to the nearest wall with her body; thighs, hips, chests pressed against each other. She has her hands splayed on the wall on either side of Lena’s head. Her forehead falls to Lena’s shoulder, chest still heaving, eyes shut. Fighting an inner battle and obviously losing as her hands form fists against the wall pushing into plaster. She has absolutely no idea how she got here, and what Lena must be thinking.
Lena. Oh Rao, she must be terrified what in the universe ...
Kara goes to pull away, wanting to explain though words still feel far off.
She stills when she feels Lena’s hands on her waist, squeezing, asking Supergirl to stay.
“Lena ..." Why does it sound like she’s begging?
“Kara,” she breathes her name and Kara freezes, looks up into deep dark eyes, watches as Lena searches her face, “I ..."
She knows. But, how?
Does it matter how she knows?
Kara decides to continue with the theme of the night and leaves reason behind. Relaxing her hands to cup Lena’s face, she dips her head to meet Lena’s parted lips with her own.
Lena sighs into the kiss, like she’s been waiting for this. That thought spurs Kara on, her right hand sliding into Lena’s hair gently grabbing a handful and tugging to open Lena up to her. Lena gasps at the action. Kara takes advantage and licks in to massage Lena’s tongue with her own; both moaning at the contact.
This isn’t how Lena pictured Kara to be, but she can’t think about it too long. She gets lost in the kiss as Kara’s hands travel down her neck, fingertips playing across her collarbones, grazing past her breasts. Lena’s hips rock forward and without warning Kara has both her hands behind Lena’s thighs, lifting.
Lena gives a breathless yelp as her legs automatically wrap around Kara's waist, her arms drape over shoulders, and her fingers tangle in hair. Kara carries her to the bedroom; directions mumbled into lips.
Lena bites her lower lip, sucks it gently into her mouth. Kara growls and presses Lena against the next available wall; the kiss broken by the force of it. “Careful, we might not make it to the bedroom if you keep that up,” is breathed against Lena’s neck.
"And that's a problem because?"
Kara bites down where Lena’s neck meets her shoulder, sucking at the same spot, intent on marking her. She smirks when Lena continues her directions, sounding desperate.
The way Kara lays her down onto the bed so gently, controlled, steady, is the opposite of how things have been going up until this point. It makes her feel light, safe, wanted. The energy is shifting from a lust-filled craze to something more tender. Something inside Lena tightens at the idea.
Kara senses it, and pulls back to look in Lena’s eyes. “You okay?”
Lena just nods, breaking eye contact to gather Kara’s hair up and place it over one shoulder.
It’s an unexpectedly affectionate gesture that has Kara dipping her head down to kiss Lena’s temple. She feels Lena relax under her.
Satisfied that Lena is indeed okay, Kara get's up with a “One sec.” In the blink of an eye she’s off the bed, throwing off her boots, stripping her suit to the floor, and returning on top of Lena. Lena laughs and strokes her hands through Kara’s hair pulling her back down to kiss her, slower now, hands traveling down to settle on her biceps, “Maybe you can help me with mine?” is whispered against lips.
Kara moves to allow Lena to sit up and raise her hands. She’s surprised to feel her hands tremble a little as they reach for the hem of Lena’s sleep shirt. She slowly lifts the shirt, eyes drinking in the newly exposed skin. Tossing Lena’s top to the ground she hooks her fingers in the hem of her pants and underwear, pulling down and shuffling backwards to the foot of the bed until Lena’s legs are freed.
Lena is pleased to see Kara’s eyes can’t pick a place to focus on, eyes dilated with lust.
Kara crawls over her and wastes no time in crashing their mouths together, settling between Lena’s legs so every bit of skin that can touch, is. She rocks her hips into Lena who answers in kind; gasping into the kiss as her body chases Kara’s. Lena’s hands grasp Kara’s hips, pulling, urging Kara on, enjoying the friction, creating a rhythm.
“Kara ..." Lena pants.
Kara swallows the rest of her sentence, flicking her tongue to lick the roof of Lena’s mouth causing Lena to let out the most delicious sound. Kara lifts her hips, ignoring the whine she receives, so that her hand can skate down Lena’s soft abs, fingers dipping down to explore, separating wet lips so she can massage every inch of silk skin she finds.
Kara breaks the kiss to inhale sharply, stunned by how good Lena feels, how wet she is. For her.
She rests her forehead on Lena’s, eyes closed, intent on taking in this moment while she lazily traces shapes against Lena. She can hear Lena’s heart beating wildly, feel her breath puff across her cheek, and smell her arousal. She melts at that whimper, and those tilted hips silently asking Kara to touch her where she needs to be touched.
Lena scratches down Kara’s back. She would be delighted by the shiver she receives in return, but there is no awareness of anything but the coiling pleasure between her legs.
Kara sinks two fingers slowly into Lena until she is buried to the knuckle, pausing to allow Lena to adjust to the feel. She moves her lips to graze down Lena’s neck, leaving light kisses as she lowers her hips behind her hand to push her that tiny bit deeper, causing Lena to wrap her legs around her, hooking at the ankles, drawing her closer.
Kara shifts back onto her knees, shivering again at the feel of their nipples brushing. She circles her thumb over Lena’s clit lightly, increasing pressure each time.
“Yes! Fuck ... . Kara ..." Lena’s hips push up for more.
She hasn’t moved her fingers inside Lena except for the movement caused by Lena’s steady rocking. She can feel Lena begin to pulse around her and for the first time she worries about hurting Lena; thinks she could have already she's felt so out of control. Her hyper aware senses work against her, overwhelming. Lena must sense her mental withdrawal because she feels hands on her cheeks, thumbs wiping across cheekbones, eyes connecting in an intense gaze. Bodies slow, no movement but their breathing.
Lena’s hands brush back through Kara’s hair and pull gently, guiding Kara’s lips back down to her own, feeling a release of breath against her lips before they connect. Lena tries to convey her trust with the kiss, rocks her hips up to let Kara know, whatever it is, it’s okay.
Kara moans at the action. Giving up on thought and trusting herself she moves her fingers again so they meet Lena’s hips; slow and deep. Kara’s thumb restarts a similar circular rhythm on her clit that has Lena throwing her head back onto the pillows, eyes shut and mouth open, gasping at the rush of sensations.
Kara pulls back, to sit up on her knees between Lena’s legs, so she can see Lena come undone. Without thinking Lena pulls her knees up, feet flat on the bed, opening herself up more to Kara. The scene below her makes Kara breathless and stunned. She glides easily against Lena, hears her hitched breath, feels her walls clench around her fingers, and watches her neck strain and hands grip the sheets. She thinks she could come from this sight alone; definitely feels how wet it’s making her.
Her thrusts have slowed, shallow movements still deep inside Lena, fingers curling slightly. Most of her focus is on Lena’s clit, speed and pressure gradually increasing until Lena pants, “There ... there ... o-oh, my God!” and Kara obeys. Lena falls over the edge back arched, and collapses back to the bed, thighs squeezing together to keep Kara where she is. Only when she relaxes does Kara pull out and climb up the bed to fall beside her as she recovers.
Lena peeks out from under the forearm draped across her face with a smirk that turns into a laugh.
It’s infectious and Kara has her own smile spread across her face, “What?”
“Oh, just ..." Lena’s eyes scan her body, “Not how I saw my night going.”
“Yeeeeaaaah. I didn’t exactly plan this either.” Kara flops onto her back so that she’s staring at the ceiling instead of Lena’s piercing eyes, “But, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it, haven’t been thinking about it. Not exactly how I saw it happening though ..."
“And,” Lena scoots closer to Kara propping herself up on her elbow, hand coming out to trace patterns on her stomach, “how exactly did you see this happening?”
“Hah, oh Rao, did I say that? Um ..." Kara takes a second then finally turns to look at Lena again.
“Um, well, you know I - Kara Danvers me, would ask you out. Or, you know maybe I’d invite you over for a movie night, to avoid the paparazzi that follows you around.” She smiles at the ceiling again, and finds Lena’s hand on her stomach to take it in her own, lightly playing with her fingers, “To be honest I wasn’t socialized to be romantic so I’d probably fumble through giving you flowers, and trust me you do not want me making you dinner, so I’d get take-out.” Kara bites her lip, face scrunching up into a frown, “This is sounding pretty lame ..."
Lena laughs lightly and gives her hand a squeeze, “No, no. Trust me I’m not much better. This is sounding nice, low pressure. Go on, please.”
“Well, as confident as I am in super hero mode, I don’t think that would translate here. So, even though I would probably be thinking about kissing you the whole time, I would wait to the very last second. And, I can’t not kiss you cause I’ve been wanting to for so long so I made a bet with myself; no pot stickers for a week if I chickened out. But sex? Honestly I think I tried to not think about it... Didn't want to ruin our friendship even with thoughts.”
“‘For so long’ huh?”
Kara blushes in the dark, still not making eye contact, “Well ... yea. Have you seen you? I mean - you’re lips - with that lipstick - who wouldn’t?”
There’s no immediate reaction from Lena so she turns to see a shocked expression on her face “Oh, I’m scaring you off aren’t I ... it’s okay if this was just sex for you, Lena, forget I said -”
“No! I just - really?”
“Yea, I mean,” Kara hesitates, wonders if she’s giving too much of her feelings away, ultimately deciding she doesn’t care, “you’re gorgeous Lena, and smart, and confident, and compassionate. A little stubborn, but we can work on that,” Kara gives her a playful smirk. It eases the tension Lena had felt building inside her. She’s not used to affection, uncomfortable with it, even.
Despite not wanting to get too serious, Lena has to ask, “Can I ask you something?” Kara nods, “I think I already understand why but I just, need to hear it from you I guess.” There’s a pause for Lena to steel her nerves, “Why didn't you tell me you were Supergirl?”
Kara knew she’d have to explain someday, she just never imagined it’d be under these circumstances. She doesn't feel as vulnerable as she thought she’d feel, almost like this is the exact right moment to be explaining this. She takes a deep breath and shuffles to be on her side so they’re face-to-face before answering.
“I like what we have, or well what we had, as Kara and Lena. You told me you never had a friend like me before, well I’ve never had a friend like you before. I never really got close to anyone who didn’t know about my powers, and the people who know - you were just a nice respite from all that ... I wish I had something less selfish to say, like it was for your protection or I was told I couldn’t, but everything was secondary to not wanting to lose you, lose the way you liked me for all my ... perfectly normal human qualities.”
It’s not the answer Lena was expecting and she’s left speechless. She doesn’t try to answer with words, but instead lifts a hand to Kara’s cheek and leans in to give her a kiss. This kiss is innocent, meant to reassure. The amount of emotion flowing between them is a little overwhelming and Lena would be lying if she said she wanted to bask in it.
Instead, she’s eager to get back to something she understands. She breaks the kiss, pushes Kara onto her back and lays over her to slide one leg between hers.
“I know you didn’t come over here, all worked up - which was hot by the way,” lips begin to explore muscular shoulders, traveling up a taut neck, to find a spot just behind Kara’s ear that makes her hum, “just to get me off and talk.”
The deflection is obvious to Kara, but Lena is right, she’s still incredibly worked up and the slight friction provided by Lena’s thigh is already driving her a little mad. Her hands jump into action, grasping Lenas hips and pulling her in closer, and she turns her head to capture Lena’s lips in a needy kiss. Lena smirks at how easy that was until Kara’s tongue licks along her bottom lip and all thoughts leave Lena’s mind, replaced with just as much need as Kara.
Kara flips them so she’s on top, never breaking the kiss, and she maneuvers so that she’s straddling Lena’s hips.
Lena pulls back, “Excuse me,” she huffs, “I already let you top tonight.”
Kara gives her a husky laugh and leans down to kiss the corner of her mouth. “You let me watch you fall apart, let me return the favor," lips drag to kiss along Lena’s jaw. “Touch me, Lena,” Kara brings her lips back to Lena’s in a bruising kiss, all hunger.
Lena doesn’t think she’s ever heard anything more sexy and forgets about her protest. She reaches down between them to find Kara soaking and ready for her. Kara moans at the light touch. She pushes up and leans back to hold herself above Lena, giving her a full view of what she is doing to Kara.
The sight has Lena breathing heavy, shaky breaths. She circle Kara's entrance with two fingers before pushing in. Lena closes her eyes at the feel.
“Uh uh,” Kara pants, “You’re ‘spose to watch, open your eyes, Lena.” Kara doesn’t wait to make sure Lena obeys, closing her own eyes and throwing her head back as Lena pulls out and pushes back in, starting a rhythm as Kara grinds down on her fingers.
Lena did obey. Eyes open, she takes in muscular arms, perfect abs, bouncing breasts, and achingly sexy half parted lips. She loves the way Kara is taking what she needs from her. Her body responds, left hand going up to hold Kara’s waist, her own hips lifting.
“My clit,” is all Kara can get out through her pleasure.
Lena pulls out and gives all her attention to stroking Kara’s clit, finding the right movement when she pushes just to the side and back above her clit. Kara lets out a “Yes” on an exhale and Lena is driven to repeat the motion, relishing her name on the Super’s lips. Kara freezes above her, hips faltering, letting out one last high pitched moan before letting out all her breath and falling on top of Lena, head tucked into the crook of her neck.
Lena extracts her hand to bring both arms around Kara to hold her as best as she can, trying to catch her own breath, sort of stunned at what she just experienced, eyes closed already reliving it.
Kara takes a minute to come down before she asks, “Can I maybe ... stay here? I think it’d be irresponsible to fly after that.”
Lena laughs, grateful for the levity; it doesn't feel like unhealthily ignoring something huge, just a mutual understanding that this was big, too big to tackle just now. “Well, I wouldn't want anything to happen to National City’s resident hero. If only because the press would be a nightmare.”
Kara lifts her head to give her an incredulous look.
“I see how it is, Ms. Luthor.” She returns the playful smile now stuck on Lena’s face.
They stare at each other, expressions softening before Kara admits, “This may not be how I envisioned this happening, but it feels right. Is this - I mean I know there’s a lot we should talk about, but was this okay, are you okay?”
Lena brings her hands up to the back of Kara’s head, guiding her back down to her shoulder, running her fingers through silky locks. Closing her eyes and savoring the moment.
“I am.”
