Lena's fear of elevators began when her older brother – Lex – tricked her into riding Disney's Tower of Terror at the tender age of six.
But, the day she became the CEO of LCorp, she came upon something which could make her feel better about elevators.
Or, technically, someone.
"Good morning, Miss Luthor! I'm Kara Danvers, Head of Security. You called me about getting you hourly metrics on the security of your private elevator and an escort for up and down each day. Remember?"
Absolutely remembering the conversation because something about it felt pleasantly different, Lena nodded quickly. But, not just because she agreed to the question; she was also privately agreeing to her assessment of the rather delicious-looking blonde.
Damn, she's hot.
Something Lena apparently spent too much time contemplating, though, given Kara awkwardly cleared her throat and asked with a smile, "Cat got your paw?"
Realizing she'd made a faux pas by not shaking Kara's outstretched hand right away, Lena took the blonde's hand awkwardly and with far too much enthusiasm before replying, "Sorry, sorry! It's just, uhh . . . there's a lot on my mind today. You know?"
Remembering how Lena had anxiety and had become CEO after the loss of her whole family in an accident, the head of security decided to have mercy on her. Specifically, gently held her by both shoulders and encouragingly said, "It's gonna be a great first day, Lena. You watch!"
Smiling widely over being truly happy for the first time in awhile, Lena flushed hard, looked down at the floor, looked back up with just as much sheepishness, and asked in the most adorkably cute way possible, "You . . . you really think so?"
Finding that reaction endearing because the youngest Luthor was characteristically reserved in her expression and notoriously private, Kara puffed out her chest alpha-style before confidently answering, "Yep! And, who knows? Maybe there's a prize waiting inside your elevator for you."
Deeply intrigued despite how her parents and therapists had tried all sorts of prizes with her, Lena couldn't help but get excited to the point of hopping up and down and clapping her hands three times in rapid succession. All before genuinely asking, "What is it?!"
Finding Lena impossibly cuter and hotter in person, but having no idea of what to say without getting fired for flirting or accidentally lying to the billionaire, Kara quickly had to fumble through her thoughts until she came up with something.
"Well, I, uhh . . . well, you see, it's, uhh," she tentatively began while desperately trying not to bite her lip or have an aneurysm.
Words which her secret celebrity crush was apparently hanging onto every syllable of, such her bicolored eyes shone brightly like two freshly polished gemstones.
And, words which the otherwise badass lady didn't want to have to keep repeating, such that she eventually had to go with something.
"You get to hold my lucky charm!"
Kara nearly kicked herself internally when realizing what she had in her pocket. Well, before Lena got far too invested, ran to the elevator, and shouted, "I'M GONNA BEAT YOU, KARA!"
An exclamation the sweet and surprised blonde already felt herself getting comfortable mixed with alarmed over, such that she couldn't help but start running and shouting, "WAIT FOR ME!!!"
Words Lena absolutely didn't heed, such that she just barely managed to beat the woman whose powers matched her own in intensity, suddenly turned around to block the doors in the sexiest and most confident way possible, and finally replied with a single bead of sweat dripping down her temple.
"Well, I beat you fair and square! So, where's my prize?"
Finding herself again hurtling toward an aneurysm over a pretty lady town™, Kara gulped hard and tried to find her footing in more ways than one. Then, based on how she started to smell pheromones coming off one or both of them, hurriedly snuck the prize inside Lena's nearest hand before she could think twice.
To both of their surprise and elevated horniness, Kara hadn't just jammed anything into Lena's pale, strong hand.
She'd just forced her lucky condom into the hand of her boss.
Specifically, her unopened, kryptonite-laced, DEO experiment-made condom.
A condom both ladies couldn't help but freeze up, stay silent, and sweat over the whole elevator ride up 73 floors, but for different reasons.
Well, until the heavy awkwardness in the elevator suddenly ended with a proverbial ding.
Then, Lena suddenly tripped over herself a little, but picked herself up off the elevator floor before awkwardly seeing herself out and waving over her shoulder as she hobbled away.
Signs which Kara absolutely would have taken as her getting fired later on, if not for one very important thing.
Lena smelled turned on.
—
Throughout the rest of the day, Kara was waiting on pins and needles to see when, if, and how Lena addressed the condom situation.
But, for better or worse, the proverbial disciplinary call never came.
Instead, it seemed Lena couldn't get enough of her presence, such that she was buzzed up and down to address all sorts of "security" needs the young CEO had.
Like the brunette needing a pep talk, a snack, or a hug before her first press briefings, staff meet and greets, and board meetings.
Like the good witch just wanting someone to talk to or appreciate the silence with while she was walking from place to place.
Little calls here and there which made Kara's heart not only calm, but start beating fast in a new kind of way. All because she realized she didn't just have a crush on Lena for her body; she was also starting to get glimpses into what her heart and mind were like.
Glimpses which she started craving more and more over the coming days.
And, by the grace of the gods, glimpses which Lena kept giving, such that she'd fill the darling blonde's on duty hours with them. Then, mark the end of their days and evenings together with a rather special tradition.
"Thank you again for all the luck you give me, Kara. I don't know how I'd do this without you," the brunette would say a variation of each time they'd clock out together, right before slipping the not-so-little, shiny square of black and green plastic back into the blonde's hand.
"Charmed," Kara would routinely reply with dimples and heart eyes on display, just before squeezing the bicolored-eyed queen's hand in a mix of support and desire for something more.
But, for reasons which eluded them, they'd always part ways instead of doing more, despite feeling the need to kiss, grab each other elsewhere, and have sex.
Well, until one evening when Lena was working late to make up for a mistake she'd made and couldn't stop beating herself up about.
"I hope it's okay for you to stay late tonight, Kara. I'll make sure you get paid handsomely for the overtime and get extra time off. But, completely understand if you can't," Lena called downstairs to tell the woman who'd quickly become her favorite companion. All while in the middle of crunching numbers and rewriting a proposal to increase the value of LCorp's stock, which had slightly plunged over one slip of the tongue she'd made mid-press conference.
A slip which stemmed from how she was going into heat mid-briefing.
Specifically, how one look at a blissfully unaware-of-her-condition Kara made her cunt squirt into her lingerie, her hand dive into her pocket to massage the faded-from-rubbing plastic square, her knees buckle, and her mouth say "fuck" instead of "stock" like it was supposed to.
Things she'd only done in the privacy of her office and mansion bathrooms before, when she'd feel similar needs come up.
But, things which apparently weren't working for her body like they used to in that moment, almost like it was trying to tell her something.
"Enough with this foolishness; go get your woman and a room!"
Naturally, Lena couldn't just stop doing her job to go ask her security guard to fuck her. So, she did what she could to "land the plane" as gracefully as she could, only to get caught up in a scandal which she'd accidentally caused.
A scandal which Kara had not only been so sweet about after, but apparently was willing to stay late over, such that she replied with a chipper tone despite being tired, "No problem, Lena. Just let me know when you're done; I'll be here!"
Words which, as innocent and professional as they were, made Lena's heat kick into full gear and pants soak accordingly, such that she didn't just stop doing what she'd been doing.
She decided that, for the first time in her life, she'd ride an elevator alone on purpose.
All to surprise and, hopefully, seduce the woman she couldn't stop coming over for months.
—
While Kara was listening to music, handling some administrative work, and chomping on a leftover powdered donut to quell her hunger for dinner, a distinct, loud alarm sounded.
Specifically, the one indicating something was wrong with Lena's private elevator.
Feeling incredibly nervous because she'd grown to love LCorp's CEO and it wasn't like the brunette to ride an elevator by herself, Kara couldn't help but turn on the camera to figure out what the hell was happening to the machine she'd so carefully monitored for months.
Turning on which . . . well . . . led to another sort of turning on.
All because Lena was not only lying on the floor, leaning up against one wall, and holding the golden railing with one hand, but completely naked, sweating, and touching herself with her other hand. All while saying something the camera thankfully picked up on, too.
"Kara . . . baby . . . please," the sex-starved omega couldn't help but rasp as she came all over herself again for what looked like a second or third time, based on how many puddles of slick there were.
Words and puddles which made Kara's clit harden, then suddenly make way for her huge dick to push its way out, such that she suddenly found herself going from non-rut and relaxed to dick-out, rut-ready mode in three ragged, progressively deepening breaths.
"Shit," she couldn't help but growl in a mix of pain and desire while holding her crotch and watching Lena do the same thing with hers. Well, until it was time for Lena to come again and scream Kara's name in the process.
Hearing and seeing all of that Kara spurred to action. So, naturally, she flew out of her security room and up to where Lena was apparently stuck between floors 73 and 72. Then, opened the door with her superstrength and took in the marvelous sights and smells behind it.
Sights and smells of Lena being in heat which not only made Kara leave even deeper hand impressions as she gripped the elevator's heavy metal doorway, but become so erect her boner blew open her pants for her, much to their shock and delight.
"Come 'ere," a hazy-eyed Lena quietly but confidently whispered while crooking her index finger.
A soft and strong command which Kara couldn't help but follow, such that she found herself being moved to sit on the ground and watching Lena sit on her haunches, take off her remaining clothes, and start rolling the condom neither of them had had the courage to open onto her huge, pulsing, veiny, angry red shaft.
At first, Kara nearly came into the shiny green, kryptonite-laced condom when she felt Lena wrap her arms around her neck, straddle her, and tremble while moving to sit on her dick. But, somehow she didn't. Maybe because the gentle witch couldn't help but check in with a soft kiss and whisper against her ear.
"Is this okay, darling? Are you . . . are you okay?"
Surprised Lena was asking her those questions because she wasn't the one impaling herself with a small tree, but unable to speak because she felt she'd shoot her load if she did, Kara just nodded and pumped out soothing pheromones. Then, curled herself against the sweet witch even more, such that their already-sweaty, heaving breasts pressed against each other and she slid in more.
At first, Lena almost became the one to come too soon because Kara's shaft not only hugged her every inner curve, but she could feel every pulsation of the huge vein which ran all the way down the underside of said length. In other words, she almost came because she could feel the likeness of Kara's heartbeat against the likeness of her own: that which made her g spot tremble and pulsate, too.
"You . . . you okay?"
Once Kara became the one to check in, she couldn't help but quickly nod her head while her eyes were shut and reply, "Y-y-y-yeah! Good."
After that, our two lovebirds would just cuddle and adjust to each other in heavy, slick, and expectant yet calm silence for several beats.
Well, until the elevator suddenly dropped a full floor and made them not only cling onto each other in surprise, but join together in every way but knotting.
"Shit," Lena couldn't help but whisper her favorite swear word to try to calm herself, now that her fear of elevators was coming back.
Sensing Lena's fear, and knowing she probably deserved a better first time than the elevator, Kara couldn't help but pipe up, "It's okay, Lena. We can, uhh, stop. Maybe take this back to my place after we get our things and go, if you're feeling up to it?"
Old Lena would have absolutely said yes to that proposal. But, New Lena – the one whose heat could not be quelled with the usual tactics – had something to say.
"No."
Confused a bit, Kara couldn't help but take a final swallow of air before asking in disbelief, "No?"
Feeling emboldened by Kara reciprocating her feelings and being inside her like that, Lena felt a fiery sense of competition mixed with need arise in her bones. Feelings which compelled her to sassily, confidently pose a challenge.
"Tell you what. We'll fuck against the walls here, and progressively knock the elevator down until it's on the ground floor again. The wall we're against is mine, and the opposing one is yours. If we're on my wall when we get all the way down there, we'll go to my place. If we're on yours, we'll take this back to yours. We'll switch sides every five to ten floors. Deal?"
Genuinely surprised Lena was willing to face her fear in this new way, and thinking of how hot it would be for them to tear apart the private elevator, Kara felt her pupils dilate all the way, her tongue lick her bottom lip, and her knot start to form. Then, nodded and rasped before diving in for a passionate kiss, "Okay."
A word Lena barely had time to register before Kara was on her feet, lifting her pale ass into the air, and whirling them around to slam it into the wall, pinning her against her wall in the hottest way imaginable.
"God, Kara," Lena couldn't help but gasp in surprise and satisfaction. Especially because it turned out her blonde lover was a quick study whose strong, deep thrusts matched that pace.
With every thrust, Kara knocked them down a floor, such that they made a loud banging sound against the wall, deepened the dent there, made the lights flicker, and made the elevator creak in a way she would have been terrified of in the past. Thrusting which she would have come over by the seventh floor down, only to be surprised out of it. All because Kara suddenly whirled them around and started fucking her against the other wall, then sped up in the process.
Knowing she wasn't going to last long, and not wanting to fight it, Lena just held on tight and listened to the predictable sound coming from where they were making the elevator slam into the wall outside of them mid-fucking.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
Kara would switch walls every few "bangs" and keep the same pace, but add something different.
Like suckling her neck in time to pumping into her.
Like kneading her ass as they moved against each other.
Like kissing and nipping at each of her shoulders.
Like popping each breast into her mouth and suckling it until the nipples tingled.
And then, mid-suckling, taking her clit into her fingers and playing with it.
"KARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That was the only word Lena could get out when she suddenly came all over Kara and whichever wall they were on, such that a few wild things happened all at once.
One, Lena's mid-come burst of magic accidentally ripped the condom open, such that Kara was suddenly fucking her raw.
Two, the feeling of her freed head meeting Lena's cervix made Kara feel so turned on and feral that she couldn't help but come before she was able to stop herself.
Three, Lena was so surprised to feel rope after rope of Kara's hot seed shoot at her that she not only came again mid-orgasm, but screamed in surprise, pleasure, and relief.
And four, Kara felt so caught off guard by Lena screaming like that that she accidentally yeeted the entire elevator out of its tunnel with her superstrength, then made it fly out into the middle of the lobby floor, skid across the floor until a parade of sparks followed them, and shatter the entirely glass front entrance, triggering the main security alarm.
Deeply scared about Lena's condition and the implications of them being knotted by accident now, Kara couldn't help but freak the fuck out, pun intended.
"LENA?! LENA, OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?!?!"
At first, Lena didn't answer because she was in a wonderful headspace and the wind had been knocked out of her gorgeous lungs. But then, she started laughing wildly, such that Kara became the one to get quiet.
Well, before she couldn't help but giggle, too, and ask with a big smile, "What's so funny?"
Something Lena couldn't help but triumphantly spread her arms out over and reply to with the same gusto, "We did it! We really destroyed my fear!"
Recognizing that delicious pun, Kara couldn't help but squeal and tickle her love until they flipped the banged up box they were in over a few times mid-playing. Then, couldn't help but ask the question on both of their minds.
"Your place, or mine?"
A question they'd ask over and over again for three months.
Well, until it was time for Lena to replace Kara's "lucky charm" with things besides condoms.
A key to what had become their house.
An engagement ring.
And, hilariously small replicas of the Supergirl belt, cape, shoes, and suit. All which proceeded their absolute favorite charm of the bunch.
A positive pregnancy test.