When Kara opens her eyes, all she can see is red. All she feels is vitriol; anger at her family, her friends, Red Daughter, Crisis, Lex, and Lena.
Mostly though, she is angry at herself. How could she be so pitiful, so scared to tell Lena who she really was? How could the mighty Supergirl be so weak?
Well, no more. She would fix things with Lena. She would make her understand. She would burn the world for Lena, if only she asked.
The blonde moves to the rack of clothes in her bedroom. She must see Lena. Today. She cannot stand to go another day without Lena by her side. Kara SuperSpeeds through every piece of clothing in her room, but nothing is good enough. Lena deserves better than the mousy librarian look Kara sports. She'll just have to shop around, maybe even get a haircut while she's at it. (She regrets the bangs, and thankfully they've grown out enough to flow almost seamlessly with the rest of her hair.)
Kara dresses in jeans, loafers and a short sleeved red shirt. This will do until I buy a new wardrobe. Kara leaves the apartment destined to reach the mall, forgoing her Supersuit, phone and tracker. No emergency will deter her from her goal.
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The first thing Kara does at the mall is get a haircut. She has to bring the small piece of kryptonite she keeps hidden in her floorboards since Sol makes even her hair follicles Super.
"What can I do for you today," a petite redhead in a smock asks.
"A need a new look. Something bold and eye catching, but mature." Kara sits in the seat, gazing at the woman through the glass in front of her. Her leg bounces repeatedly; she feels impatient and restless waiting for the stylist to examine her long locks.
Kara is sure to keep her glasses on. She has to remove her ponytail to get the cut, but she wouldn't be so dull-witted as to remove her whole disguise, as mediocre at it seems. It wouldn't do for her super-secret to get out the day she plans to win Lena back.
"Hmm. A shoulder length bob would fit you nicely. I can cut the excess length to match where I can see these bangs have grown out," the stylist suggests.
"Let's do it."
When the stylist turns to gather her comb and shears, Kara flips the lid of the lead-lined container. The effects are instantaneous. She feels nauseous and a bit lightheaded, but the minuscule amount isn't enough to significantly harm her in the hour it'll take to get her cut.
"Sit back. Let's begin."
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The minute the stylist puts down her shears, Kara closes the kryptonite case and lets out a low sigh of relief. The prickling under her skin was starting to really annoy her.
"How do you like it?" The redhead asks, turning Kara in the chair to face the mirror.
Kara stands, looking this way and that as she cards a hand through her mid-length locks. The hair has retained its bouncy nature, thick curls sitting right at Kara's shoulder. In the mirror, she sees a flash of red running through her eyes.
"It's great, thanks." Kara states, paying quickly and moving to exit the store.
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The first few stores Kara enters are woefully plain; nothing catches her eye. Blouses, skirts, and dresses are an absolute no go, too similar to the style she wants to leave behind. The fourth store, however holds promise. As Kara enters, a sales person greets her.
"Welcome to Snazz. My name is Sebastian, how can I help you today?"
"I'm looking to refit my wardrobe. No blouses, skirts or dresses." Kara replies sustinctly, wanting to spend as little time as possible shopping. It's becoming harder and harder to navigate interpersonal conversations.
"So a more masculine look? We have a great selection for that. Follow me," Sebastian beckons, leading the blonde to a section filled with chinos, dress pants, button ups, polos and casual blazers.
Kara wordlessly flips through the options, selecting several tops and bottoms in neutral colors that she can mix and match.
"Would you like for me to set up a dressing room for you, miss?" Sebastian inquires, returning to her side and relieving her of the rather large haul on her arm.
"Yes, please."
In the dressing room, Kara tries on outfit after outfit, discarding styles that don't fit her right and exchanging sizes that don't fit. While she peruses, she keeps track of what she will wear to see Lena later. A pair of dark brown chinos make the cut, as does a tight knit short sleeved cream polo. The shirt is patterned with light and dark brown rectangles, accentuating Kara's trim waist.
Kara exits the dressing room, looking for shoes to match her ensemble. She spots a pair of casual white dress sneakers that go with the flow of her outfit perfectly. A new brown belt completes the look, as well as a black one to go with her other choices. Kara returns to the dressing room, looking into the mirror. She looks good. Strong. Capable. So unlike her deferential self of yesterday. In the mirror, she sees another flash of red behind her glasses. This time it crawls onto the skin around her face, dashing once, twice, three times before retreating back. Soon, the red will take over completely. Kara brings her purchases to the counter.
"How did you find everything, miss?"
"It was fine. Could you box that up for me instead of the bags?" Kara would rather fly all of this home than take the bus full of sweaty, whiny humans.
"Of course. Could I interest you in a watch or jewelry to complete your look, we have a new—"
Kara cute the man off. His voice is beginning to grate on her nerves. "Yes, that's fine, whatever goes best. Please, let's move this along."
"Yes, my apologies." Chastised, Sebastian rushes to grab a minimalistic watch. The band is brown, while the bezel is a gold tint with a white dial. He also throws in a gold Venetian chain, happy to have a customer unconcerned with price.
The blonde pays hastily, feeling the tendrils of red itching behind her eyes. She grasps the box and exits the store. On her way out, she stops to a vendor selling perfumes. She ignores her more typical fruity scents, reaching for a vanilla, honey, and sandalwood cologne. With her last purchase, she exits the mall, finding an alley close by to take off from.
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By the time she makes it back to her apartment. It is nearing lunchtime. Kara laments at the amount of time it took her to shop.
No matter. Lena will be mine by tonight.
Kara sets about ordering Chinese for lunch, placing a double order of potstickers as she sets her new clothes to wash and boxes the old.
By the time Kara finishes lunch, the old clothes are in the back of her closet to be dealt with later, the new are pressed and hung up, and the outfit she will wear to see Lena is laid on the bed.
Kara decides to shower, wanting to be at her best later. She spends a lot of time under the blisteringly hot water berating herself for her misgivings.
You shouldn't have lied. You'll be alone forever. You'll never get her back. You called her a villian; she'll never forgive you. She'll never love you—
Over and over the thoughts run through her mind, until the Super finally reaches a breaking point, lashing out at the shower wall to her right, leaving a hole behind.
I lied to protect her. I'll make her forgive me. She'll see, I did it to protect her. I'll never leave her again, she can't make me, no one can.
With that final thought, Kara turns the water off and exits the shower, leaving even more damage in her wake. Stopping to peer into the mirror, she sees spiderwebs of red crawling down her neck. She looks imposing, standing tall with her back straight, so unlike Kara Danvers.
She dries off, shaking her head quickly to expel the water. When she re-enters her bedroom, the phone she previously left behind is ringing. A photo of Alex lighting up the screen. The blonde answers, not wanting to call too much attention to her meddling sister.
"Hello?"
"Kara, hi, are you okay? I've been calling your phone all day." Alex sounds concerned, but with a hint of reproach, as if Kara has to answer to her.
"I'm fine. I don't have to answer just because you call," Kara huffs shortly into the phone.
"It's unlike you to not answer, Kara, I was just worried about you," Alex replies disapprovingly.
"Well, don't. I'm a grown woman, Alex. I don't need my big sister checking in on me all the time," Kara is losing patience rapidly, itching to end the call.
"Whatever. Don't try to call me the next time you want to cry about Lena," she says hotly. Something is off about Kara, she knows it, but she can't help but pick at her sore spot.
"Don't worry, I wont." Kara retorts, ending the call by crushing the phone in her hand.
Oops. Oh well. One less annoyance to worry about.
Kara drops her phone into the trash bin. She uses her hearing to reach out to Lena. She's at Luthor Corp and her heartbeat is steady. Kara listens just long enough to feel assured that nothing is amiss. Nothing would anger her more deeply than Lena upset or in danger.
Before Kara sets about getting ready, she dons her Supersuit to pick up some of Lena's favorite tea brand and scones from Dublin, a bouquet of plumerias from Hawai'i, and lilies from Japan. Kara believes their mix should carry Kara's message perfectly: apology and new beginnings.
Once back in her apartment, Kara sets the scones in the oven to keep warm. She dresses in her outfit, applying her new cologne, and clasping the watch and necklace before tying her shoes. She forgoes any makeup, only pausing to apply a sheen of chapstick to her lopes. A final check in the mirror imbues the hero with a sense of finality.
She will forgive you. She will see you. She will love you, too.
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Lena huffs, entering her penthouse and slamming the door shut behind her. The day has been long and tiring. She has just about had it up to here with Lex. All the good work she's does, the progress to her social life, and her hopes of making lasting changes to the world all slipped down the drain the moment he revealed Kara's identity.
Lena is mad, furious, with everything. Once again, the universe has managed to screw her over. No matter how good she tries to be it'll never be enough. Lena feels a prickle behind her eyes, but refuses to let the tears fall.
You are a Luthor, and Luthor's do not cry. Don't be so weak.
Walking further into her apartment, Lena kicks off her heels and sets her bag down. She moves to the kitchen intending to reach for a tea bag, when there is a knock at the door.
Fuck. Who the hell could this possible be?
The brunette breathes in deeply, trying to imbue herself with a calmness she hasn't felt in months. Looking through the peephole, the brunette sees none other than her old friend and ex-lover Andrea Rojas. She unlocks the door, hoping she can shoo Andrea away quickly.
"Lena, hello. Could I come in to talk?"
"I'm sorry, now's not really the time, Andrea." Lena says shortly. As much as she wants to just shut the door in Andrea's face, she does still owe her foe not delivering a big scoop on the night of Kara's Pulitzer.
"Please, Lena. I just want to talk," Andrea pleads, leaning further into the door.
"Okay, come in."
Andrea walks in, coat on her arm and looking across the expanse of Lena's apartment. "I like it in here, Lena"
"Andrea, please. What do you want," Lena asks crossly. I need this to be over with.
"I, I know I messed up when we were younger. I'm sorry, I really am. I wanted to know if we could at least try to be friends again, Lee." Andrea coos sweetly, reaching out to rub a hand down Lena's arm.
The business women bristles, shaking off Andrea's hand. "I don't want that, Andrea. We can work together, but I don't want to be friends." Lena says hotly.
She's done giving chances, letting people lie and scheme and walk all over her.
"So why did you ask me to buy CatCo? C'mon, Lee, you didn't want to reconnect at all?" Andrea doesn't back down. She wants Lena's friendship, yes, but she also wants Lena to pay up her end of the bargain.
"No, I didn't. Like I told you, it was no longer beneficial to me."
The Latina walks closer, "That's complete and utter bullshit. Tell me the truth—"
"Leave, Andrea. We were friends, once, but don't mistake me when I say we will never be friends again," Lena is nearly seething, hands clenched and heart thudding rapidly. "I want you to leave."
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Kara has just bypassed the front desk of Lena's building, running inside and up the stairs while the doorman's back is turned. She slows her pace once she has climbed several floors, not wanting to jeopardize the flowers and food she's brought Lena.
As she exits the staircase at the top floor, her ears pick up the rapid thumping of her loves heart. She expands her hearing to the brunette's apartment, never breaking her stride.
"I want you to leave."
The blonde overhears what seems to be a heated argument between Lena and another person. The facade of calm Kara has held to cracks as she pounds on the door of Lena's apartment.
The moment Lena opens the door, Kara slips in dropping her load to gaze at the spaces inhabitants. She doesn't expect to find her boss here, but she doesn't like it one bit.
"Leave." She states brusquely, staring into Andrea's cool blue eyes.
"Excuse me?!"
"You heard me, leave." Kara feels the tell tale prickle behind her eyes. She needs Lena to herself, without any distractions.
"Where do get off? I am your boss! You can't come in here and—"
Lena cuts the irate women off, less than thrilled to see Kara, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, Lena. To talk," Kara says, smiling coyly.
"I don't want to talk to you; as a matter of fact, I want you both to leave." Lena is losing patience, overwhelmed with a cascade of emotion.
Kara turns her body, blue eyes connecting with green, letting the next round of red pulsate for Lena to see. She speaks slowly, "I want, to talk. Make her leave. Before I do."
Lena's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. What the fuck is this? The threat in Kara's words leave no room for misinterpretation. Something is wrong with her; this isn't Kara.
"Andrea, you have to go," Lena grabs Andrea by the arm, ushering her to the door.
"We aren't done talking, don't think this is over!" Andrea shouts, slamming the door behind her.
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Lena presses her forehead to the door, mind running for possible explanations of Kara's behavior and the odd etchings on her skin. She breathes out slowly before turning around.
"Kara, what's wrong with you," she cuts to the chase, too weary to mince words.
"I am infected by a substance called red kryptonite. It reduces me to my baser urges and emotions. I am the real me, the one you wanted to see all along," the blonde proclaims, spreading her arms widely, as if basking in Lena's presence.
Lena stops to take a good look at the woman in her house. She looks good; different, but good.
Nowhere is the mousy reporter she's known, or the self-righteous super she was revealed to be. Standing before her is an imposing figure, back straight, broad shoulders and biceps on display through the thin material of the polo. The brunette stops her roving eyes, staring at Kara's face when she processes that Kara's hair is down and short, with her glasses nowhere to be seen. This strange amalgamation of Kara Danvers and Supergirl is confounding.
"Like what you see?" Kara smirks, making to close some of the distance between their bodies.
Lena feels a flush crawling up her cheeks at being called out. "What? No! You just said you were "infected." Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the DEO—"
"Fuck them. They ruined everything. They wouldn't let me tell you. They never trusted me; they said they'd wipe your mind if I told you. I couldn't—I won't let that happen. I'll raze them to the ground if they try to hurt you." The blonde stops walking just a feet from Lena, close enough to touch but giving the illusion of space. Her body is coiled tightly, as if ready to pounce.
The business woman can't believe her ears. The blonde sounds insane, cussing and spitting vitriol she never knew Kara could carry. She takes a step back, then another.
"Don't be scared Lena. I'll never hurt you. I never let anyone hurt you." Kara murmurs, following after Lena.
"You hurt me! You hurt me worse than anyone else. Worse than the Luthors, worse than all my other petty friends and—"
A whispered "Don't say that," is drowned out by the brunettes enraged tone.
"—nothing you do can make up for it. You broke me, you broke my heart. Do you fucking understand that?! You can't—"
"Don't say that!" Kara roars, backing Lena into the door and bracketing her head with her arms.
Lena's heart hammers in her chest, her breath fastens and she feels almost faint. Without her heels, Kara stands several inches taller than her. Kara is so close, encompassing all her senses.
"I'm sorry. Don't be scared," Kara trails a finger along Lena's jaw, then presses it back against the door, "I never meant to hurt you. I'll never do it again, I swear it to you. I was pathetic, scared. I let others control me, let them tell me what to do. No more. You are everything to me, I will do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness."
Stunned, Lena remains silent, head bowed and eyes closed.
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When Lena opens her eyes, all she can see is red. Kara's eyes are alight, scarlet veins throbbing under her skin across her body. The light is visible on her arms, highlighting the strength Kara posses.
Despite her fear, the shorter woman can hold out no longer, raising her head high and demanding the truth. "The mighty Supergirl was scared? Of what? How could you possible expect me to believe this? Tell me why you lied, why you did this to me!"
"I love you. I love you more than anything. I'll do whatever you want to prove it. Let me in, Lena. I can't—I won't go on without you. I want you. I need you." The blonde pleads with conviction.
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There is no way. "You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I'll, I'll beg, if you want me to. Think of it: a Kryptonian, on their knees for a Luthor. How prolific it would be, to have the mightiest warrior in galaxy kneel for you," she supplicates, leaning down to whisper in the brunettes ear.
"This is the red kryptonite talking. You're sick, you'd never say this, you'd never love me. Is this some sick joke? Dangle yourself in front of me, humiliate me, again?" Tears collect in viridescent eyes.
A wave of self-hatred washes through Kara. How could I hurt the woman I love so badly? How could I be so pompous and cruel?
Kara wipes at the tears in Lena's eyes, placing a kiss over both eye lids before she draws Lena into her arms.
"I'm sorry," she says in a hushed voice, "I'll never hurt you again, baby. I'll prove it to you. I love you not in spite of our differences, but because of them. I love you more with every inhale I take. You are the best part of my days, the only thing that keep me sane. You are kind, beautiful, intelligent, cunning, honest, gracious, and caring. Rao, what I wouldn't give to have you all to myself, babygirl," Kara stokes on hand through Lena's hair while the other wraps tightly around her waist.
The brunette is trembling in her arms, grasping tightly to the fabric covering her chest. "Do you know what I would be doing right now if I didn't have you? I'd be crushing this world under my heel," the reporter growls.
The blonde softly cups Lena's jaw, using the hold to raise her head. She bends down slightly, pressing her forehead to the brunettes. "You center me. You guide me. You make me feel seen and understood. Let me do that for you, i :zhao. Please, let me love you."
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Strong hands hold Lena's face, positioning it to rest against Kara's forehead. The hold Kara has on her face is soft, gentle in a way Lena has never had the fortune of knowing. It's difficult to believe these hands can destroy buildings with a single tap or stop bullets midair.
Kara's words sound like her deepest fantasy. But, this is real life. This isn't a land of fairytales and happy endings.
"I don't know if I can forgive you. You hurt me, terribly. You made me feel like nothing; like just another Luthor, like—"
Kara can't bear to hear Lena's gasping reply, "Shh, it's okay. I know I fucked up. I hate myself for doing this to you. I can fix it, baby. I can fix us. We can be better than before; more, in every way," she asserts strongly.
"I...I don't know if I can trust you," Lena whispers with quivering lips as her tears fall.
Kara clenches her jaw. This is...frustrating to say the least. But it will be worth it. Anything is worth it for Lena Luthor.
"You don't have to. Let me earn your trust. Just give me a chance, I swear to you, I will never forsake you again. I do better; be better. Give me a chance, Lena, please."
The brunette stands against the door, wrapped in Kara's arms mulling the offer. It's everything she wanted with Kara and more. The temptation is boundless, and for once, Lena gives in.
"Okay," she rasps. "Show me how much you care."
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"Show me how much you care."
It's the sweetest melody Kara has ever heard. She seizes Lena by the thighs, hoisting her up and urging her to wrap lithe legs around Kara's waist. She careens forward, pressing her lips hotly to her love's.
Stepping backward, Kara makes her way to Lena's bedroom, intent on following through with her promise. She ambles, not wanting to spook Lena by using her powers. She may be willing to try, but I can't press my luck.
When her legs hit the bed, she sits with Lena in her lap hands roving across Lena's clothed body. These will have to go.
Lena is the first to pull away, lungs burning from a lack of oxygen. The reporter isn't deterred, moving to lay hot kisses across her face, open mouthed kisses down her neck, and sucking on the beauty mark she loves oh so much.
Neck arching to give more room, the brunette tangles a hand in the nape of Kara's neck while the other clutches a muscled shoulder.
"Rao, Lena, you're simply intoxicating," Kara groans.
The blushing businesswoman doesn't reply, only ducking her head to hide in Kara's shoulder.
Kara's laugh is like a deep rumble in her chest. "Oh, baby. Don't be shy. You are far too gorgeous to be bashful about your looks."
"I'm not shy! This is just a lot. I never imagined you'd feel this way about me."
"Well, no need to imagine now. This is real, and I'll be here to prove it. Always," she assures, hand stroking Lena's back.
In her calmer state, Lena finally comments on how different her companion looks compared to the last time she saw her.
"Your hair, you cut it. And, and the clothes—"
"You like it, don't lie."
"You do look rather dashing," Lena flirts, voice like silk. "I'm just interested in your new look."
"I got them for you. I wanted to look good for you." She states plainly.
"You didn't have to, darling."
"Of course I did. You always look stunning, dressed to the nines. I needed to match. The librarian look was getting old anyway," comes the flippant remark.
A sheepish admittance, "I like you in everything, Kara."
Leads to a seductive proposition, "How about nothing?" And a squeeze to Lena's ass.
It's at this moment Lena remembers just how compromising the position they are in. Her skirt is rucked up around the tops of her thighs and her hair has long lost its sleek style.
"You first." She prompts. She may be on her way to forgiving Kara, but she won't do anything Kara isn't willing to do herself.
Kara stands, turning to deposit Lena onto the bed. "Of course, wouldn't want you to miss the show."
Kara first toes her shoes off while pulling her shirt over her head. She flex's just a bit, enjoying the enraptured expression on Lena's face. Next, she unbuckles her belt, undoing its fastenings and sliding her pants down slowly. The blonde undoes her watch last, letting it drop onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
Left in just her underwear and jewelry, the Kryptonian is a sight to behold. Lena doesn't know exactly where to look, Green eyes roam across tan skin, up to broad shoulders, down washboard abs and long legs. The red in her veins is still there, arcing across almost the entirety of her body before disappearing once more.
Kara's forwardness is a surprise. The brunette doesn't expect to be grabbed by the ankle and pulled to the edge of the bed. She squeals, surprised by the action.
The look on Kara's face is almost predatory. "Your turn, baby. Can I..."
Lena nods, standing to allow Kara to undress her. Kara tilts her head, very similar to an unamused puppy. She tips down to press a kiss to Lena's forehead, dragging her hands up the shorter woman's sides.
"I need you to say it, Lena. Tell me yes."
"Yes, Kara. Undress me."
Though visibly excited at the prospect, Kara takes her time unwrapping Lena's body like a treasured gift. First goes the once tight ponytail, now loose and messy. Next is the silk burgundy top. Kara is careful not to rip the delicate material. There will be time for that later. Last to go is the form-fitting black pencil skirt. As attractive as it is on Lena, it will look much better on the floor. Kara lays kiss after kiss on every uncovered piece of flesh.
Once the businesswoman is left in nothing but her underwear, the blonde kneels in front of her, pressing kisses to the skin of her stomach. Pale hands twist in blonde hair, soft and unhurried.
"Can I take these off," Lena hears as Kara hooks her fingers into lacy black panties.
The answering, "Yes," is quiet and breathy, but a positive confirmation nonetheless.
The Kryptonian pushes Lena to sit on the edge of the bed. Kara's next request takes Lena by surprise, though at this point she should expect the unexpected with Kara Danvers.
"Can I eat you out?" she asks earnestly, gazing up at Lena with dark eyes.
The affirmative answer is almost hurried, "Yes, yes."
With the final layer between Lena's wet heat and Kara's mouth gone, the blonde wastes no time diving into Lena's cunt. Kara licks and sucks with fervor, wrapping her arms under Lena's legs and pressing her hands into her hips.
Lena's soft moans turn in loud gasps as her lover shows her continuous care and attention. Kara groans, the vibrations doing wonders for Lena's approaching orgasm.
For all her bravado, Kara can't help but praise Lena like a devout follower to a goddess. She plunges her tongue into the brunettes puckered hole, drinking the sweet nectar from its source.
"Rao, baby. You taste divine. I can't get enough of you. I could do this for hours."
It's safe to say that Kara was prepared to make good on her word. She brought Lena to three climaxes before Lena tapped out, calling for a break to recharge.
Spread on her back, Lena huffs out a laugh. "Wow. Didn't know you had that in you."
"Yeah? It's a lot more where that came from," Kara says, sucking hickeys onto the soft skin of Lena's belly.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by before Lena makes a stuttering request to try something else. "Can—can we use—I want to try..." she starts, voice dying several times before giving up on her request.
"Breathe. Use your words, pretty baby. Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask." Kara purrs.
I...I want you to wear a..a strap." she stutters almost embarrassed at the request. It's something Lena has used before with casual flings and previous lovers, but something about asking Kara in this state is daunting.
A hard kiss is pressed to her lips. "Dear Rao. You have one, here?"
"In the bottom drawer of my nightstand." Lena points to the one on the left.
Kara slides off the bed and opens the drawer, but pauses. "Which one?" Please say the red please say the red please say the red.
"The red one."
The aforementioned toy is girthy and long, curved and with realistic veins. Kara steps into the harness, tightening the strap until it sits comfortably over her own clit. She picks up the quickening pitter-patter of Lena's heart. She grins deviously.
"What?" She asks, glancing up at her love.
"Nothing!" The brunette spits out, looking away quickly.
Kara crawls onto the bed and on top of Lena, pressing two quick kisses to her lips. "Aww, you like me in this? Don't worry, you can have a repeat performance whenever you like."
Kara resumes kissing Lena's awaiting mouth. They lay like that for a short while, Kara's weight pressing down on Lena comfortably, the strap resting heavily against Lena's thigh. Before long, the blonde is lowering down the shorter woman's body, leaving wet kisses in her wake. When she reaches her breast, she stops to nip at twin peaks, tweaking them with one hand while her mouth alternates between them. By the time Kara has had get fill, Lena's chest is covered in a litany of love bites.
Moving on, one hand supports Kara while the other travels down Lena's body. Two fingers swipe at Lena's center, gathering its juice before circling her clit. Pale hips stutter to life at the action, arching upward for more contact.
"That's it, baby. Show me how much you want it," Kara praises, fingers dipping back down into Lena's center to thrust slowly.
"Rao, you're so tight," she moans, "gotta open you up, don't want to hurt you."
"Kar, please," comes a soughing voice, breathy and wanting.
Rao, I like that.
"Say that again."
"Please, please Kar," Lena begs. She didn't think Kara would be one to like that, taking control. Lena is finical about control. Power and dominance are so necessary to her as a Luthor. She had so much of before Crisis, and now it's been taken by Lex; the company is no longer hers, Non Nochere has taken a turn for the worse, and she has to police her actions, her words, at every interval because if she doesn't, it'll cause unnecessary attention to the fact that this world isn't right.
Kara has taken a lot of her control by lying, deceiving her for three years by subterfuge, treating her differently at a moments notice as she slipped from Kara into Supergirl.
But, maybe this is a way to get some of that back. Kara says she won't lie; that she'll do anything for her. Maybe this meeting of bodies has had an unconventional start, but Lena intends to make it work in her favor.
"Please, Kara, fuck me." She moans in a soft sultry voice.
This woman will be the death of me.
Without further ado, Kara uses one hand to guide the strap into Lena, sinking in inch by inch until their hips meet. She can feel her loves fingers digging into the impenetrable skin of her back, scrabbling for purchase as she adjusts to the size of the strap.
"Oh God, you're so big, Kar."
The blonde moans in response, starting a slow pace that gradually picks up speed.
"Faster, please, Kar."
Kara shifts her weight back, kneeling between Lena's legs, hands on her hips to control the flow of their bodies into one each others. Lena moans, the new angle is hitting her spot just right. With every thrust, the strap drags at the front of her G-spot perfectly.
"God, Kar. Please, dont stop, don't stop—"
"I won't," Kara assures bearing down into Lena to tip her over the edge.
"Kara!"
She looks magnificent.
Lena's head is thrown back on the pillow, back arched, and pale body shaking. She looks so beautiful in ecstasy. It takes a few moments for her to come down, tight muscles loosening as she settles back comfortably onto the bed.
"Good?" Kara asks.
"Great." Lena sighs.
"...wanna go again?"
Lena releases a boisterous laugh. "Yeah, let's go again. Lay back," Lena says, pulling at Kara's muscular arms. A crinkle appears between blonde brows.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to ride you."
Kara goes willingly, allowing Lena to maneuver her body as she pleases. The blonde is positioned against the headboard, sitting upright as Lena climbs into her lap. Tan hands grab possessively at a pale waist, urging Lena to mount her hips.
"Don't pull me, Kara." Lena chastises.
Red flickers behind blue irises.
"Let me do it, okay? This angle, it's tighter," she explains.
"Sorry, baby." Kara loosens her hold, no longer pulling but still maintaining the physical connection she wants.
Lena pauses as she adjusts the strap at her opening, preparing herself for its intake. As she starts to sink down slowly, she stop every inch or so, moaning at the stretch.
Kara wants so badly to thrust up into Lena, to be fully connected, but she doesn't, if only so that Lena doesn't call a quits to their coupling. Instead, she starts pressing kisses to Lena's face and neck, hands rubbing her hips and thighs.
"Rao, look at you," she mutters, "does it feel good?"
Lena nods, dropping the last inch to fully sheath the sizable erection.
"God, yes. Give me a moment," she replies, breathing heavily.
Kara waits, impatient to be moving inside Lena again.
When the brunette starts off at a soft rock, she almost wishes the strap was part of her, just so she could be inside Lena herself.
"That's it, babygirl. You're taking me so well. Keep going," she praises. The slight increase in her loves heartbeat is angelic.
"You like that? You're so good, Lena. Absolutely perfect," Kara commends.
Lena's pace quickens, more than receiving to the praise. The smooth, consistent pace is replaced with reckless abandon. Maroon eyes zero in on Lena's chest. Kara's hands move to pale breasts, playing with rosy nipples. The moan Lena releases is almost pornographic, loud and deep.
When Lena's hips start to stutter, tan hands grasp greedily at her ass, dragging her body up, down, up, down, up, down.
Kar?"
"Yeah, baby," Kara grunts, she may be super-powered, but controlling her strength is hard work.
"I'm so close," she whines.
One hand relinquishes its hold coming forward to circle Lena's clit hard and fast.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes," Lena keens loudly, voice rising in pitch as she releases.
The hero pulls Lena's shaking body closer, tucking a head of damp hair beneath her chin. One hand hold Lena's head to her while the other strokes soothingly along her spine. She lays a series of kisses along her sweaty hairline.
"That's it, baby, you did so good."
Lena's recovery takes longer this time. She inhales Kara's smell deeply, trying to memorialize this moment. Maybe this isn't the end, though.
"Kar?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you do something for me?"
"Anything. You know that."
"Make love to me," comes the hushed request.
Kara moves Lena's head from her neck, pressing their foreheads together. Azure eyes bore into green, until Kara presses their lips together softly.
She rolls Lena onto her back, never removing the toy from her body. She starts a slow pace, hips jogging unhurriedly.
Lena wants Kara closer, never mind the fact that there's hardly any space between their bodies as it is. One arm is around Kara neck, the other is around a tan waist, arm crooked upward and palm wide, flattened against Karas shoulder blade.
"Slower, Kar, please," she whispers.
Kara slows even further. She drops onto her elbows, pressed chest to chest with Lena. The sedate speed she moves in causes her hips to drag salaciously.
"Stay like that, Kar."
"I got you, baby. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," she soothes.
I'm not going anywhere.
It's the straw that break the camels back. One tear escapes Lena's eye, then another, and another, until a steady stream of tears is slipping down Lena's face and into her hair.
Kara pauses. She doesn't know what to do. The red tells her to ignore it, but her heart tells her to stop and check in, to make sure Lena is okay, that she hasn't hurt her.
"I :zhao, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No, God, no. It's just a lot; it's overwhelming."
"Do I need to pull out?" Rao, I don't want to stop.
"No, keep going."
Kara starts moving again at the glacier pace she'd been in before. She kisses the salty tear tracks on Lenas temples, then moves up to kiss her closed eyelids before tucking her head into Lena's shoulder. The slow grind of hips is consistent and goes on for some time. Kara is building Lena up slowly. She wants this round to last.
The orgasm building in Lena is going to be a show stopper. She appreciates Kara making this round last. She knows once she crests this final hill, she won't be able to ignore the enormous elephant in the room.
On the next stroke, Kara's pelvis drags over Lena's clit at just the right angle.
"Right there!" Lena cries.
Kara hits the spot again, and again, and again. Stars explode behind Lena's eyes. The world goes white and all sound deafens.
Zhao?
Baby?
Lena.
Lena!
Sea foam eyes blink open. It takes a moment to focus on Kara's worried form hovering over her.
"Yeah?" She murmurs.
"That good huh?" Comes the cocky response.
"Shut up."
Kara's deep chuckle rumbles in her own chest.
"Again?" She asks.
Lena kisses Kara's brow, "Not again, you tired me out." She admits.
When Kara goes to pull out, Lena tightens her arms around the sinewy body above her.
"Just a few more minutes."
Kara pulls out slowly, enraptured at the form beneath her. Once she's out, she quickly unbuckles the strap and harness, dropping them over the side of the bed before rolling Lena on top of her to rest against her chest.
"Rest, i :zhao," Kara coos.
You can relax around me. I'll protect you.
Lena concedes for the moment, content to let her guard down while Kara lays beneath her. She rests her head above Kara's heart, letting its beat lull her to sleep.
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When Lena awakes a few hours later, Kara is still beneath her. It seems Kara has been awake this whole time, carding her fingers through Lena's hair, scratching lightly at the scalp before dragging deft digits from roots to ends.
The businesswoman decides to lay there a while, basking in the comfort she feels. Half an hour goes by before Lena builds the courage to speak. When she's ready, Lena pecks the pink lips in front of her before she dismounts Kara entirely, leaving the bed to grab the polo left sitting on the floor. She pulls it on, inhaling Kara's scent before climbing back onto the bed.
Lena twiddles her fingers, prolonging the moment of peace before a large hand engulfs hers.
"What's wrong, my love?"
"I want you to let me cure you."
"What? No. I like me better this way. I'm not weak. I'm strong, confident. Puny Kara Danvers couldn't be honest with you. I can. I will. I—"
Lena grabs Kara's cheeks, stroking soothingly, "I know how you feel. But I fell in love with Kara Danvers. Faults and all."
"So you don't love me like this? We just—"Kara's voice raises, not quite a yell, but not the soft tone she had earlier. Lena isn't deterred. She knows that even like this, her Kara would never hurt her.
"I would never have let any of this happen if I didn't love you. Why do you think I was so heartbroken by your dishonesty? I loved you and you betrayed—"
Kara rips her face from Lena's hands, turning away to sit with her legs hanging off the bed. The kryptonite coursing through her veins gives the appearance of red Lichtenberg figures across the whole of her body. Kara fists at her hair, leg thumping murderously on the floor beneath her feet.
"I know what I did. You don't have to remind me. I apologized. I pledged myself to you. I'll never hurt you again. I'll do anything for you, but please, don't make me do this."
A tentative hand traces the figures on her back before Lena wraps her arms around Kara's midsection. She rests her chin on the blondes left shoulder, whispering pleadingly into her ear.
"I can't be with you if you won't get cured."
The alien tenses, immeasurable strength coursing through her veins. The weight at her back reminds her of just how fragile her lover is. How one wrong move could end in catastrophe. Calm down, don't hurt her. Breathe, dammit. Don't hurt her.
Kara stays silent, trying to calm herself before she makes a mistake she can never return from.
"How will I ever know this is real if you never get off the Red?"
A hot tear falls from the reporters left eye. It drips down a tanned chin onto an ivory arm.
"Go make the cure."
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It takes Lena two days to manufacture a cure in her home lab. She extracts a blood sample after Kara uses a fingernail to break the skin on her forearm.
"Don't worry, it'll heal."
Separating the red kryptonite from Kara's blood is simple. Synthesizing a cure using the extracted sample is a bit more challenging. It takes hours just to fully analyze both components. It takes even longer to run simulation after simulation of each hypothetical formula. Lena will not give Kara anything less than a 100% success rate.
(At this time, Kara proposes going another round. She presses her front to Lena's back, running her hands up the sides of Lena's thighs before grabbing her ass.
"Think of it as my going away gift."
"How about you go find something useful to do."
"You're useful."
"Kara."
"Fine.")
Once she devises the perfect formula, she sends Kara on an errand to procure any materials she doesn't have access to in the lab.
"Go in through my private service entrance. Get the Thallium, a canister of Xenon, and pure Calcium. Get in, get out."
"I know how to be discreet. I have a fucking secret identity."
"I'm going to let that pass because of the Kryptonite. Go."
Making the serum takes some time, of course. The process requires several rounds of distilling, filtrating, heating, and cooling. In the end, the scientist succeeds, removing a competed serum from the centrifuge.
"Okay, darling. Here it is," Lena says, voice calm and reassuring.
Kara watches her with her arms crossed, still bitter about the situation.
"I can't force you. If you love me, and you want to take the first step to making us work, you'll take it. That's all I'm asking."
The blonde bites her lip, carding a rough hand through her hair. She breathes in and out deeply, one, two, three times. She holds her hand out, beckoning Lena forward. Lena walks closer, hand outstretched to drop the vial in Kara's open palm. As Lena loosens her hold, Kara grabs at her hand, trapping the vial between their palms. Her other hand shoots to a pale throat. Though her airway is unconstricted, the action is unexpected, and the brunette tries to jerk out of the grip. But what is a human to an invulnerable alien?
Kara pulls her in close, pressing their bodies together tightly. She looks sinister, crimson eyes alight. "Stop struggling. Listen to me. I am doing this for you. You have one chance, i :zhao. No more try's, no more ultimatums. You're mine and I'm yours, RedK or not."
The 'Goodbye' kiss the blonde plants on Lena's pink lips is bruising, harsh and possessive. The petrified brunette follows along, without much choice. During this whole escapade, she hadn't been truly frightened by Kara. Maybe she looked past the sliding scales of anger, irritability, indignation, guilt, desire, and passion earlier, but the veil has certainly been lifted.
She must be far gone on the RedK. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will happen.
Kara releases her throat, takes the vial from her hand, and walks to the cot. Sitting back, she tips the vial back like a shot. The effect is almost instantaneous, scarlet eyes widening then slamming shut.
It isn't until her body melts into the gurney that Lena lets out a series of shaky breathes, pressing her fingers to her throat. She moves to sit in a chair away from the cot, scared of what Kara may do when she wakes but not wanting to leave her alone.
It isn't long before shes slouching in her seat, nodding off to thoughts of a buff blonde beauty.
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The slumbering scientist rouses minutely when her body is lifted from the uncomfortable position it was in on the chair.
"I'm sorry," she hears a whisper, "I'm please forgive me."
"Kar?"
"Ye—yeah. It's me, I'm sorry. I'll leave, you probably hate me." She says, placing Lena lovingly on her bed. Kara's voice wobbles dangerously, sounding close to tears even to Lena's exhausted ears.
Lena reaches forward to grasp at Kara retreating form. She tugs at the hands she's managed to grab, "Stay, please," she insists.
"No, I don't deserve it. I took advantage of you; I hurt you—"
"You didn't. Not really."
"How can you say that?! What choice did you have but to indulge me?"
"I could've said no. You were gentle with me up until the end, and even though you were forceful, I'm not hurt. Please, stay."
The blonde relents, sitting stiffly on the bed. Lena tugs at her hand, urging Kara to lay with her. She lays flat on the bed, allowing Lena to crawl onto her trembling form. Tentative arms wrap around the brunette, hugging her closer as the tears fall.
"Rao, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Lena. I heard your heart. I didn't mean to scare you!"
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You weren't yourself, I know that. I won't hold it against you." Lena soothes.
"But I was! The RedK brings out the anger, and guilt, and—and, hurt that I shove down. It's me without morals, without compassion. My deepest darkest secrets amplified to a thousand."
"But...are you honest? Was anything you said, anything we did, real? Or was it a joke to yo—" Lena goes to ask, before Kara sits up abruptly, cutting her off.
Lena is positioned straddling Kara's lap, a mirror of their position a couple days ago, "Of course it was! It was all real. I would never lie about that, about my feelings for you." the morose reporter states earnestly.
"You love me?"
"With all my heart."
"I love you too, darling. It's like you said: You're mine and I'm yours, RedK or not."
Lena presses a kiss to Kara's salty lips. Pulling back, she continues,
"I know we have some things to work through. But we have time, Kara. I'm not going anywhere," she assures.
"You promise?" Kara whimpers.
"Always."