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Lena Luthor couldn't believe it.

Not the part where her lawyers mentioned the defamation suit against AO3 for all of the real-person slash featuring Lena (The Gays™ had made her queen of it, apparently). Or the part where, in the course of reviewing the evidence of the defamation suit, she stumbled upon a fic about her and Supergirl having athletic, mindblowing sex on Lena's desk. No, it was who had written that (really, really hot) smut that made Lena Luthor do a double take. She hadn't noticed it initially. The first time she read it, she'd dismissed how the writing had a familiar quality. The sign of a talented author, she rationalized. The second time she noticed the word choices and pacing. This author had somehow captured Lena's private fantasy - what she would say to Supergirl, the clothes she wore, how her body would react to the beautiful Kryptonian's touch...Unsurprising; the Internet's full of talented – and, based on the fic I've read for the third time today, wonderfully depraved – writers. Study someone long enough, you'll learn how they tick. Intrigued, and wanting more, she clicked the author's bio to see if should couldn't understand what made kd4LL tick.

She found herself disappointed. For the amazing prose she'd read, kd4LL's bio was sorely lacking the same attention. All it said was "Fan of potstickers and beautiful, powerful women". Lena went to close the tab, then paused. Her emerald green eyes flicked back across those seven words.Wait. Fan of potstickers? kd4LL? K.D. for L.L. Lena shook her head. By all accounts it was an absurd thought. Yes, there were moments when she'd look at Lena that Lena felt maybe Kara was as attracted to Lena as Lena was to Kara, but Kara Danvers openly pining for Lena Luthor? Only Kara would think kd4LL was subtle... But. Why would Kara write about me and Supergirl, though? I guess her and Supergirl do look pretty simila- oh. Lena closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. How had she not seen it? Kara Danvers is Supergirl. A smirk spread across Lena's face. This was going to be fun.

For a moment, Lena toyed with not going through with it. Then she remembered how kd4LL had described the moist heat of Kara's breath on Lena's neck and dialed the blonde reporter's number. Kara was mid-potsticker binge when her phone rang. She picked it up and answered with a muffled, "hello?"

“Kara, I need your help,” The instant she heard it was Lena, Kara knew she'd made a mistake. On any other day it would fine, except...

That morning an author she'd never heard of - SGsddy1212 - had gifted her a fic on AO3. She'd ended up reading it because it was about Kara. Not Supergirl, but Kara Danvers. She didn't even know that people knew her name when she wasn't wearing the suit, let alone fantasized about her. Here it was, though: this was a story about Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor; about how Lena had told Kara about one her Supergirl fantasies; and about how eager she was to indulge in those fantasies with her close friend Kara Danvers. Kara closed the tab once the story got to a particularly explicit section in Lena Luthor's office. You could only get so aroused reading slash fiction at work, she reasoned, before you were breaking at least a few dozen laws. Sneaking off to the storage room where she'd caught Mon-El, she stole a moment to relieve the warmth that had been building inside her. It was an admittedly long moment, since her stomach was grumbling by the time she got back to her desk. She'd ordered twice the usual amount of potstickers, figuring an old-fashioned binge would be the perfect distraction from what she'd read. It had worked until she heard Lena's voice. Now the warmth was beginning to creep back in.

“Wha-uhm...what's the problem?” There was silence on the other end of the phone. Had Kara been paying attention, she would've heard how Lena was struggling to keep the excitement and amusement from her voice.

“It's a sensitive situation. I'm not sure I can really tell you over the phone. Can you stop by?”

Inwardly, Kara groaned. Not now. Not when she was so keyed up. Damn SGsddy1212. This was Lena, though, and how could she say no to a tight skirt and green eyes? She agreed to meet in fifteen minutes at the dark-haired CEO's office. "So then you'd get here around 12:12?" The words sent a wonderful shudder through Kara.

Lena was sitting in her chair when Kara walked in. “Kara, have a seat. I'm just about to finish up reviewing some security footage.” Lena said, gesturing to the couch. Something was off. The way Lena had talked on the phone, it sounded like something sinister, but Lena was smiling. Relaxed, even. If was really in trouble, why was she acting so flirty? Kara shook her head. She's not gay. Stop thinking everything's about her trying to get in your pants. She planted herself on the couch. “You sounded really worried on the phone, everything okay?” Lena smiled, then tapped the screen of her Surface. She'd cued up an audio file to play in exactly three minutes at a volume only someone with superhearing could distinguish. Then she stood and calmly walked over to the couch to join Kara.

“Have you ever heard of real-person shipping?” The comment took Kara aback.
“N-no, what's that? Is that like...human trafficking?”

God, she's so cute even when she's lying to me. “No,” Lena said with a smile, “it's when someone on the Internet writes about two real people being in a relationship, or 'ship'.”

“Oh, well that sounds positive!” Kara half-muttered, a light crimson entering her cheeks.

Lena regarded her for a moment, resisting the urge to bite her lip. Kara had lied to her time and again. Right in this very office. It was fun to be in on it without her knowing. To watch her fidget in her seat.

“Unfortunately, one of these real-person shippers might have taken it too far. They wrote something on a website that...hit too close to home. I think I might have a stalker.” Lena sold it with just the right amount of amused worry in her voice.

“O-oh. God, that's terrible, Lena.”

Lena gave her a sad smile, reaching a hand across the couch to take Kara's hand.

“Thanks, Kara.”

She squeezed Kara's hand and then let it go...admiring how beneath the softness was a firm tangle of muscles that she'd never quite noticed before. Lena had to pull herself back from a daydream about what those muscles could do to her. She cleared her throat. “Have you heard of Archive of Our Own?” Lena could hardly contain herself as she saw the panic hit Kara.

“, I don't...know...about that. At all.” Kara glanced away.


“N-nope. Don't's not something I've heard about.”

“Well, this person named kd4LL wrote about me and Supergirl. Together.”
“As in...”
“It's a bit too close to the truth.” Lena suppressed a laugh at Kara's slow, unfocused blinking. Kara's mind was spinning. Oh Rao...Lena wants to fuck me, er, Supergirl. But wait-

“Lena, you're not dating Supergirl,” blurted out Kara. Then realizing her mistake, she added, “b-because she would've told me. Because Supergirl and I are really close friends and I-I'm sure she'd be flattered-”

Lena just checked her watch. Any second now...

Kara didn't realize at first she was hearing Lena moaning. The blood pounding in her ears had thrown off her superhearing. Then a loud groan emanating from the Surface on Lena's desk caught Kara's attention. She glanced over to it, then back at Lena. Lena took the opportunity to close the distance between them to a few scant inches.“Lena you might want to turn that...I mean...I-is sounds”

“Me. Enjoying your words.”

Kara's jaw dropped. Every word she knew left her in a blind rush.

“Right, kd4LL?”

“Me? Pffft. I- W-who's kd4LL? I don't know what AO3 is. Or that it's called it that and I-I mean, what's-how could-it's not even...I mean, Supergirl...”

“Would be the only one who could hear an audio file played at subsonic volume.”

Lena closed the distance between them until Kara's soft lips touched her own. Neither moved for a long moment, then Kara retreated slightly.

“I...should go...” She went to stand, but Lena put her hand on Kara's chest, her palm resting between the blonde's bosom. If Kara wanted to, she could have overpowered Lena and left.

If Kara had wanted to. Instead, she put up no resistance as Lena pressed Kara back into her seat. She didn't resist as Lena's hand began to slide down toward her skirt. And she didn't resist as Lena's hand slid up Kara's inner thigh.

“I really liked the one about the desk.” Lena bit her lip. Kara let out a small gasp as Lena's fingers grazed the entrance of her womanhood. “Every night this week-” Lena's voice was a low growl dripping with lascivious intent, “I've enjoyed myself to it.” Lena's fingers found their way inside Kara. “Imagining you-” Lena worked into nice, slow rhythm, “-pumping in-” Kara's breath went ragged, “-and out-” Kara was so close. She could feel the tension rising, the heat building. “-until you make me...” Kara leaned toward Lena, waiting for her to turn the word into reality, only for Lena to pull back. "Please..." Kara panted. Lena let out a small sigh, her lips curling upward. “If only, Kara, Supergirl were here...”

And then Lena was on her desk with Supergirl floating over her.

“That was an evil thing you did, tricking me like that”. Kara did her best to make it sound authoritative, but it came out low and husky. "Well, what can I say?" Lena arched an eyebrow, "I'm a Luthor".