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Kara had been talking at length but Lena hadn’t heard a single word. Her eyes darted over Kara’s superfluously handsome face, her hair pulled back so her jawline was on full display, and down to Kara’s thick arms dusted with blonde hairs, a watch affixed above her left wrist.

She gestured expansively as she talked, clasping and unclasping her hands, and Lena’s gaze wandered to Kara’s waist where her light blue polo shirt was tucked in, and then below to the buckle of her belt and the subtle bulge visible in her trousers.

Why did she have to come here looking like that today?

Lena tried to focus on Kara’s face, but her eyes kept wandering. Her fingers twitched around the pen in her hand and she dropped it, hoping Kara wouldn’t notice how nervous she was.

“Lena? Are you ok?”

Her mouth fell open. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was stare.

Kara approached, sat casually on the edge of Lena’s desk.

Kara and her arms and her big strong hands and fuck, her bulge, were now tantalizingly close. She picked up Lena’s hand, kissed her fingertips. Leaning in, she said, almost a whisper, “I’ll give you anything, Lena, all you have to do is ask.” She leaned back, her head tilting to the side.

Kara looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped, all she needed was a bow.

Lena’s mouth went dry. Her tongue was perhaps permanently affixed to the roof of her mouth. She squeaked out a couple of syllables before stopping to clear her throat. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to say what she really wanted, so she just put her hands on Kara’s belt buckle and looked up at her, tears stinging her eyes. “Please.”

Kara smiled, warm and loving. Her pupils were blown out and she was looking at her so intensely couldn’t stand it. Kara nodded, her tongue darting out of her mouth for just a moment. She slipped her hands under Lena’s and unbuckled her belt, letting Lena take hold of each side. “Go ahead.”

Lena must have been dreaming. Her hands clenched on the belt, and she let herself focus on the way it felt, the leather smooth, the metal cold beneath her fingertips. She took a deep, stuttering breath.

“You don’t have to be nervous, baby.”

Baby. Kara called her baby.

The word lodged itself hot in her gut and radiated outward until it was crackling beneath her skin. She was intoxicated by it. She’d do anything to hear Kara say it again. She could be good, she could be so, so good, if Kara would just say it one more time.

She let out a hitched breath.

Kara reached out, skimmed her fingers along Lena’s jawline to cup her cheek.

Lena’s face flushed and she leaned into Kara’s touch, quickly dispensing with the pretense that she was anything but absolutely desperate.

Kara rewarded her with a thumb ghosting over her bottom lip. “It’s just me.”

Just.

As if that was not precisely the problem. As if the fact that her best friend, her only friend, was sitting on her desk offering herself up was not currently sucking all the air from Lena’s lungs.

Just Kara.

As if she could ever be just anything to Lena. She was absolutely everything. She always had been.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Lena blurted out.

Kara made a small noise of sympathy, stroking Lena’s hair gently. “You’re not going to lose me. All I want to do— all I’ve ever wanted to do— is take care of you. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” slipped out of her mouth before she could even fully comprehend what Kara had told her.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” Lena said, wringing her hands. “But I don’t know what to do next.”

“Whatever you want to do, baby.”

Lena stared down at Kara’s bulge, swallowing against the tightness in her throat.

“Do you know what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me?”

Lena nodded, uncertain if she could actually get the words out. “I... want to suck your cock,” she said, unable to keep a tremor out of her voice.

“That’s my good girl.” Kara reached down and gently cupped her chin. “Do you need some help?”

Lena nodded.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Why don’t you unzip my pants for me.”

With that reassurance, Lena felt confident enough to proceed. She unbuttoned Kara’s pants with trembling fingers, pulled the zipper down to reveal Kara's boxer briefs and a bulge which could no longer be considered subtle, by any stretch of the imagination. A thin layer of grey cotton was the only thing separating Lena from it. She looked up at Kara again, uncertainty still fluttering uncomfortably in her belly.

Kara took Lena’s hand and placed it on her bulge. “Take my cock out, baby. When you’re ready.”

Kara was so warm beneath her hand. She traced the outline of Kara’s cock through her boxers, ran her fingers up and down the shaft. She found the tip, gave it a hesitant squeeze.

Kara chuckled. “It’s ok. You won’t hurt it.”

Lena rubbed Kara’s cock through her underwear a little more before pulling it out and holding it in her hand. It was different than she expected, softer, squishier, more finely detailed. It was also very close to Kara’s skin tone, and rosy at the tip. She ran her thumb over the head and down the grooves on the underside, releasing the head so it sprang back to attention.

Kara’s dick was just so... pretty. She bent forward and gave the very tip a kiss, and she liked the feel of it so much that she gave another, and another, before stopping to look up at Kara. “Am I doing ok?”

“Baby,” Kara reached down to cup her cheek, “You’re doing beautifully.”

“I am?”

“Of course. Watching you play with my cock is so hot.”

Lena sighed heavily, relief flooding her system. She just wanted to be good. She wanted Kara to like it, to like her.

She’d been in love with Kara for so long it was like a dream to be this close to her now. Now that she knew what it felt like to hold the softest, most vulnerable part of Kara in her hand, to be offered something so fragile as that, she couldn’t go back to the way things were before. She couldn’t go back to pretending.

She couldn’t put all her feelings back in a little box and stuff it down. She couldn't.

So she had to be good. She had to be good enough to make Kara want to keep her.

“You want to try giving me a suck? Would you like that?”

Lena nodded. She took the head of Kara’s cock into her mouth, running her tongue over and around it. It was soft, it was so soft. Soft like Kara’s heart and Kara’s eyes and Kara’s touch and Lena could not get enough.

She took more of her cock, letting it fill her mouth and press gently at the back of her throat.

She wanted more still, wanted to hold all of Kara in her mouth, wanted to feel as full as she possibly could. She was drunk on the feeling, moaning around her. She relaxed her throat, tried her best to take even more, but it was too much and she had to quickly back off, coughing as Kara pulled out of her mouth.

“Take it easy, baby. I know you’re eager and I love that, but let’s try to go slow, ok?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I just don’t want you to get overwhelmed. Why don’t you start with just the tip.”

Lena tried again, this time heeding Kara’s instruction. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, relaxing into a rhythm, bobbing her head, hands clutching at Kara’s hips.

“That’s a good girl,” Kara cooed, placing a reassuring hand on the back of Lena’s neck. “Isn’t that much better?”

Lena hummed her answer around the tip of her cock. She stopped her sucking to kiss along the shaft and down to the base, where it disappeared into Kara’s boxers. She could smell Kara’s arousal beneath the bright scent of her laundry detergent, and she closed her eyes, breathing her in, letting Kara fill her senses.

It was calming to be so surrounded by Kara. Lena felt grounded and safe, for once.

She took Kara’s cock back into her mouth, more than just the tip this time, sucking vigorously. She loved it. She couldn’t believe how much she loved it.

She’d never felt closer or more connected to Kara than right at that moment, with Kara’s soft dick in her mouth. She didn’t want it to end, ever. If she could live her whole life with her mouth gently sealed around Kara’s cock she would.

All of Lena’s problems were obliterated by Kara’s warmth, the pressure of her on Lena’s tongue, the sound of her voice as she spoke sweetly to her. Lena’s focus was singular, her world was reduced; she wasn’t L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor, she was just warm, and full, and connected, and for the first time she felt a modicum of security in that connection.

It no longer felt quite so tenuous and fragile, like the smallest disturbance would shatter it. It felt something close to real, and solid, and Lena wanted to feel more. She needed more.

She tried again to take more of her cock, but the gentle pressure of Kara’s hand on her shoulder kept her still. “Slow, baby,” she admonished gently, guiding Lena to gradually take more and more. “Good girl.” Kara held Lena’s head in her warm hands, softly stroking her cheeks. “Your hair is pulled back so tight. That must hurt. Is it ok if I let it down?”

Lena hummed her assent around Kara’s dick and Kara gently released her hair from it’s bun, running her fingers through it before carefully gathering it to hold back.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

Lena nodded to the extent she could and then went back to sucking.

Kara sighed, lazily playing with Lena’s hair. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Do you think you can take more?”

With Kara guiding her, Lena was able to take Kara all the way to the hilt, until her nose pressed into the fabric of Kara’s underwear. She only lasted a beat or two before she had to back off.

“You did so good, baby.”

Lena wiped her mouth and looked up at Kara, her face flushing with embarrassment. She was sure she looked a mess. Her clit was throbbing and she could feel where her arousal had soaked into her dress. She needed Kara to touch her so badly she was shaking.

Kara cupped Lena’s face in her hands, “I think you deserve a reward. Is that what you want?”

Lena didn’t know what Kara meant by “reward,” but whatever it was, she was desperate for it. “Please,” she said, her hands still at Kara’s hips.

Kara tucked her dick back in her pants and stood, taking Lena’s hand. “Come on,” she said, and led Lena to the couch. She sat, pulling her trousers down past her knees, and helped Lena settle over her, straddling her lap, her dress rucking up around her hips.

Kara put hands on Lena’s thighs, where her muscles were straining to keep her from putting her full weight on Kara. “It’s ok, baby. You can relax. I’ve got you.”

Lena sighed. “I’m trying, I swear.”

“I know it’s hard, but you’re doing so good, baby.” She ran her hands over Lena’s bare thighs. “Try to let your muscles loosen, just a little.”

She took a deep breath and finally allowed herself to sink down into Kara, who gripped her hips firmly and guided her closer until she could feel her bulge pressing against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Does this feel ok?”

Lena whimpered, her clit throbbing almost painfully. She needed more. She needed Kara closer, she needed friction. She needed. She rolled her hips, gasped out at the pleasure that zipped through her as her clit rubbed against Kara’s bulge.

Lena rolled her hips again, more forcefully, and this time when she gasped Kara gasped with her. She pulled Lena close, one hand at the small of her back, the other at her neck.

“God that feels so good, baby. I’m going to start moving, ok? Are you ready?”

“Please, Kara. Please.”

Kara grabbed Lena’s hips, her hands firm and hot on Lena’s bare skin, and began to grind up into Lena, matching her pace.

Lena’s whole body felt liquid and wobbly, and she wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck to try and hold herself steady. At a certain point she couldn’t even move her hips anymore, all she could do was cling tightly to Kara and moan into her neck.

Kara kept rutting up into her, slowly, languidly. It felt so good her whole body was throbbing. She panted into Kara’s neck, letting Kara control her hips, pulling her closer and sliding her back in time with her own thrusts. Lena was soaking. She’d drenched Kara’s boxers, and her panties.

Could Kara tell how wet she was, how absolutely desperate?

“You look so pretty with your hair down and your dress up around your waist. Do you think you can come for me, pretty baby?”

“Y-yes, yes, just please don’t stop.”

Kara didn’t. She kept going, gradually increasing the speed of her hips as she thrust, her bulge rubbing slick against Lena’s clit. She moved her hands to the top of Lena’s thighs, gently moving her legs further apart and pulling her even closer.

Lena surrendered completely, unable to keep her body from going pliant in Kara’s hands. She let Kara hold and support and guide her.

Lena’s belly coiled tightly. Gooseflesh pricked her skin. She whimpered every time Kara rolled her hips, and eventually it disintegrated into a stuttering moan.

“You’re so close, aren’t you, baby?” Kara asked, sounding breathless. “You just need a little help, yeah? Can I touch you?”

Lena slurred something close to yes, and Kara slid Lena’s panties to the side.

“God, baby, you’re so wet for me.” Kara ran her fingers through Lena’s pubic thatch, slipping between her folds to spread her apart and position her bulge so it could make better contact with Lena’s clit. “Does that feel ok?”

“Mhmm,” Lena mumbled, her hands on Kara’s shoulders, at that point struggling even more to keep herself upright.

Kara gave Lena’s clit a couple gentle strokes with her thumb, making her moan.

“You’re so pretty,” Kara said with a roll of her hips. “So pretty.” She rolled her hips again and again, not slowing. “Be a good girl and come for me.” Kara was breathless, her eyes so dark, pupils blown out. “Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

That was enough to put Lena over the edge and she came with a ragged moan. Her muscles locked stiff in Kara’s lap, her back arched, as her orgasm hit her, throbbing outward from her clit, from her cunt clenching around nothing.

“That’s it, my good girl. My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

Lena trembled her way through the aftershocks, clinging to Kara, trying to catch her breath, trying to convince herself this wasn’t all just a dream.

Dream or not, arousal still coiled uncomfortably in Lena’s gut. Her body had been pulled taut like a string about to snap; she was humming with potential energy. She still desperately craved Kara’s touch and she was nowhere near sated.

“You’re breathtaking when you come,” Kara said, stroking Lena’s cheek with the back of her hand. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

Kara moved her hips and Lena was unable to stifle a moan at the friction against her clit.

“You need more, don’t you?”

Lena couldn’t look Kara in the eye, but she nodded anyway.

“I said I was going to take good care of you, and I meant it.” Kara removed Lena’s arms from around her neck so she could kiss her knuckles.

She shifted Lena off her lap and onto the cushion next to hers and stood from the couch. “I’ll be right back,” she said, disappearing into Lena’s private bathroom.

Lena stood too, bleary-eyed, her legs shaking, unsure of what was going to happen next but whatever it was, her clit still throbbed in anticipation, her cunt clenching around nothing.

Was Kara going to fuck her? Lena’s knees went weak at the thought. She’d fantasized about this so many times, in every fathomable position and situation.

Except this one.

She never ever once imagined she’d be standing there in her office with her dress hiked up around her waist and her heels still on, her arousal dripping down her legs, still trying to recover from grinding herself to orgasm on Kara’s soft cock.

Lena’s ankle started to give, setting her off balance, but Kara caught her under the elbows mid-fall, holding her up until she could right herself.

“Why don’t you take your shoes off, baby.”

Lena slipped off her heels obediently as Kara moved in behind her until their bodies pressed together.

Kara put her hands on Lena’s hips and rocked her hips forward. Lena gasped. She could feel Kara’s cock, now hard, against her ass.

Kara kissed her way slowly up Lena’s neck. “How do you want me to fuck you?” she whispered against Lena’s ear. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Lena just whimpered, her whole body trembling.

“Do you want me to bend you over your desk? Or lay you down on the couch?”

Lena’s heart hammered in her chest and her thoughts rushed, wild and frenetic.

“I could fuck you against the wall. Would you like that?”

“I- I don’t know. I just want to feel close to you.”

“Ok, baby. What would make you feel close to me?”

Lena stumbled over her words, but eventually she was able to speak coherently. “Will you hold me? Like before?”

“Anything you want.”

Kara sat down on the couch and quickly slicked her cock with lube, helping Lena back onto her lap, until she was positioned over Kara with the tip of her cock just grazing her entrance. Kara rubbed the head against Lena’s pussy, tapping her clit lightly. “Are you ready, baby?”

Yes.”

Lena let out a hitched breath as Kara entered her. Her dick was big, thicker than she was used to, but fuck it felt so good. She wanted Kara to split her open, to dismantle her, to lay her out piece by piece and reassemble her.

Her breath was caught in her throat as Kara slowly lowered her onto her cock. Lena whimpered at the intense stretch, slumping forward and letting her forehead press against Kara’s.

“That’s it, pretty baby, you’re taking me so well,” Kara said softly, lowering Lena the rest of the way until she was finally fully settled.

“Breathe, baby.”

Lena exhaled slowly. She hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath.

She was so full, she’d never been so full before. She clenched around Kara’s cock, her cunt hot and throbbing. Kara was so deep Lena could feel it in her gut; it was almost too much. She took a slow, stuttering breath.

“Are you ok?”

She nodded. “Can we just... stay like this for a minute?”

“Of course. As long as you need.”

It was too much, too much and not enough because she knew it wouldn’t last. It would be over far, far too soon. Her heart was already aching in anticipation.

Because what then? Would Kara slip away and leave Lena all alone again? She’d been fine with being alone before she met Kara. She was used to it. But now the prospect left her so anxious it was hard to breathe. She could feel her chest begin to tighten and she sucked in a ragged breath.

“Do we need to stop?”

“No, please, I need you. I just... Can you please just hold me for a little while?” If Lena could just stay still she could memorize this moment, this feeling, the fullness in her cunt and in her chest and she closed her eyes as tightly as she could against the thought of ever being disconnected from Kara.

She curled her fingers into Kara’s shirt and pulled, trying to get closer. She needed to be closer. It wasn’t enough.

Kara wrapped Lena in a firm embrace, running her hand slowly up and down her back.. “It’s ok, baby. I’m right here with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Lena let out a single quiet sob, trying to slow her breathing, trying to keep the tears from coming, but it was no use.

Kara took Lena’s face in her hands, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her thumbs.

She exhaled, ragged and stuttering, and Kara held her tighter.

“Lean against me,” Kara directed.

Lena went pliant in her arms, going soft against her, letting her body melt into Kara’s.

“That’s my good girl. Breathe with me now. Can you feel me?”

Gradually, with Kara’s touch and gentle praise to soothe her, Lena was able to slow her breathing.

“There you go, nice and slow. You’re doing so good, my good girl, my Lena.”

Lena’s heart skipped a beat. Her Lena. Kara couldn’t possibly know how much Lena wanted that to be true, how much she ached for it.

“Can you feel me inside you? Can you feel how deep I am?” Kara thrust her hips gently, just once. “You can have me like this whenever you want, all you have to do is ask. Ok, baby?”

“Ok,” Lena said, voice shaky.

It sounded far too good to be true. Kara couldn’t possibly mean that, not really.

Kara held Lena tightly, putting gentle pressure on her back with her palms. “Do you feel close enough now that I’m inside you?” She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to Lena’s.

“I don’t know,” she lied. She did know. She wasn’t sure she’d ever feel close enough. Kara was inside her but part of her still felt miles away.

“Let me know if it’s too much, ok?”

Lena nodded.

Kara looked up at Lena, smile sunshine bright, eyes soft and adoring. She tucked a lock of hair behind Lena’s ear, letting her fingers trace along her cheekbone. “Thank you, baby.”

She started to move, thrusting up into Lena slowly.

“Would it make you feel close to me if I told you that after I make you come I want to take you home and fuck you in my bed?” She punctuated each sentence with a gentle snap of her hips. “Then I want to cook you dinner. And after that I want to have you for dessert.”

Lena swallowed thickly, her cheeks heating at the thought of Kara’s mouth on the most vulnerable part of her. She was at once enthralled and terrified. No one had ever been that close to her before.

But no one had ever been Kara. Kara who trusted Lena enough to let her hold her soft cock in her mouth. Kara who just wanted to return the favor.

Lena had thought about what it might be like to have Kara’s head between her thighs. Of course she had. She just never thought it would actually happen.

“Does that scare you?” Kara asked, hips gone suddenly still.

“Yes.”

“Do you want it?”

Lena turned away, unable to hold Kara’s gaze any longer. “Yes,” she breathed out, afraid to say it any louder.

“Lena.” Kara cupped her face gently. “Can you look at me?”

She shook her head against the warmth of Kara’s palm.

“Baby, listen to me. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not wrong to want. Especially not something I’ve been dreaming about for... years.”

Lena’s head snapped up so she could see Kara’s face. “Years?”

Kara’s eyes were dark and wide, mouth open just slightly, tongue darting out briefly to wet her lips. She stared, brazen and intense, and for the first time it occurred to Lena that Kara might be just as desperate as she was.

“Yes.”

“What else have you dreamed of?”

“I dream about your hands a lot,” Kara said, kissing her palm. “I dream about touching you, holding you, being inside you.”

“Have you dreamed about this?”

“Not exactly... but similar.”

“How do I compare with your fantasy?”

“Having you like this for real is absolutely beyond compare.”

Lena swallowed the sob that was rising in her throat. “You should be careful saying things like that. I might actually believe you.”

Kara frowned, placing her hands on either side of Lena’s face. “I’m serious,” she said, affecting a grave tone. “Nothing could ever compare to being this close to you, to being inside you. Do you even know how amazing you are? You deserve so much, Lena, and all I want to do is give it to you.”

Lena couldn’t even begin to process what Kara said because Kara slowly started to fuck her again, holding her up with arms looped around the underside of her thighs. She kissed Lena’s neck, up her jaw, over the apple of her cheek, and down, stopping very close to Lena’s lips.

Lena held her breath.

“Do you feel close enough now?” Kara whispered against Lena’s lips.

Lena whimpered. She was a mess, she was such a fucking mess she could barely even speak. She just needed Kara to kiss her. “Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I’ll die if you don’t.”

Kara kissed her then, achingly soft and featherlight, close mouthed and almost chaste. It was perfect. She’d just never imagined her first kiss with Kara would happen while Kara was also buried inside her.

It was strange, but it felt right. Everything felt so right.

Kara kissed her so sweetly and god she thought she’d felt full of Kara before, she thought she’d felt the full brunt of Kara’s touch, of Kara herself, but then Kara pressed her tongue inside Lena’s mouth as she snapped her hips, her cock hitting Lena deep, making her vision white out momentarily.

She felt liquid, molten at her core, burning and crackling, her cunt throbbed, stretching around Kara’s cock. Fire roiled in her belly and licked up into her chest, and all Lena wanted was to be consumed by it.

Arousal coiled tighter and tighter in her gut. Every time Kara thrust, she got closer. Kara kept kissing her. She couldn’t keep up, so she stopped trying. She moaned into Kara’s mouth as Kara held her still on her lap and rutted up into her.

It was so good. So good. God she was so fucking close.

Kara thrust again and Lena came, clenching hard around her cock. She whined into Kara’s mouth, her whole body shaking.

She clutched onto Kara as tightly as she could, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her body. Kara fucked her gently through it, swallowing each hitched, breathless whimper that fell from Lena’s lips until she stilled, panting into Kara’s hair and intermittently trembling.

Kara cupped Lena’s cheek with her hand, brushing her sweat damp hair out of her face. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me love you.” Kara pulled her close. “For every moment I get to be near you.”

Lena relaxed into Kara, sweaty as she was. She didn’t care. She just wanted to feel their bodies pressed together. Kara was still inside her, and she was still full, cunt aching, but the slight discomfort was reassuring.

Kara was still there; they were still connected. It was real. It was real.

It was. It had to be real. She buried her face in Kara’s hair, breathed in the subtly floral scent of her shampoo. If Lena could just stay here, like this, everything would be ok.

“Here, let me help you up.”

Lena held on tighter to Kara, grasping the fabric of her shirt in her fists. “No, please. Not yet.”

“Ok. We can stay here as long as you like. I just thought you might be uncomfortable.”

“I can’t really feel my legs right now, but it’s worth it.”

“Lena...”

“Please just kiss me some more first, please.”

Kara did not deny her. She pulled Lena close and kissed her softly. She was sore and full and god she never wanted Kara to stop kissing her. Kara kissed her languidly, sucking on her tongue and her bottom lip, exploring her mouth, running her tongue along the seam of her lips.

She was thorough, and worshipful. She tasted like spring and sunshine and something that Lena had been missing for far, far too long.

Everything about Kara was soft and strong in equal measure. Kara held her firmly but her touch was so, so careful. She’d been deeper inside Lena than anyone ever had, but Lena had never been fucked so gently, or sweetly.

Lena didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want whatever spell they were under to end, but when Kara pulled away she let her go. She didn’t beg for more even though every bit of her wanted to, more than anything.

“Can I take you home now?”

“Home?”

“My apartment— only if you want to, that is.”

“I do want. I really, really want.”

“Good.” Kara stood, still holding Lena, still inside her, and carried her over to her desk, where she gingerly set her down. “Can I have my cock back now?”

Lena begrudgingly agreed, wincing as Kara pulled out of her.

Kara frowned sympathetically as she zipped her pants back up, the metallic clink of her belt as she buckled it making Lena’s mouth water.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Kara said, kissing Lena’s face. “You can have it back as soon as we get home.”

As soon as Lena was able to stand unassisted Kara dropped to her knees, gently rubbing the feeling back into Lena’s thighs. She found Lena’s sodden panties and held them up.

“Do you want these on? They’re kind of, um... wet.”

“Oh,” Lena blushed, covering her face with her hands. “No.” She could feel the heat even in her ears.

“Baby,” Kara cooed, nuzzling Lena’s belly. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” She laid her cheek against Lena’s hip, sighing contentedly. “I love how wet I made you.” She pressed kisses into Lena’s skin, working her way closer to the junction of Lena’s thighs. “Can I kiss you?” she asked, hovering over Lena’s pubic thatch.

Mhmm,” Lena whined.

“God you’re still dripping,” Kara said, low and awestruck. She kissed Lena’s pussy, just once, open-mouthed, lingering with her face pressed into Lena’s abdomen and her lips resting over Lena’s clit. “You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”

She kissed Lena’s belly a few more times before pulling her dress back down, smoothing it over her hips with sure, soft hands.

Kara stood and took a step back. Her trousers were soaked and Lena could just make out a smudge of lipstick on the fly. Kara’s bulge stood out even more prominently now that she was hard.

Lena could barely stand and already she was aching to have Kara inside her again.

Kara caught her staring and chuckled. “I’m glad you approve.”

Mortified, Lena looked away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t be. I like it when you look at me. And you look—”

“A mess?”

“Beautiful. You look really beautiful right now.” Kara picked up Lena’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “You’re pretty as an easter egg in this dress,” she said, feeling the fabric between her fingers.

“Stay right here, ok? I’ll be right back.” Kara was gone with a whoosh of air, and was back just as quickly, dressed in her supersuit, sporting a very subtle bulge.

Lena had seen Kara change many times, but it never ceased to take her breath away. She looked equally as handsome in her suit, her golden curls spilling down over her shoulders, as she did in a button up and slacks.

Kara approached her, removing her cape from around her shoulders and wrapping Lena up in it. “There,” she said with a decisive nod. “Now you’ll be nice and warm when we fly home.”

Lena snuggled into Kara’s cape. It was soft and warm and it smelled like her.

“I don’t let just anyone wear my cape, you know.”

“No?”

“Nope. It’s a family heirloom, intended to be worn only by valued members of the House of El.”

Lena frowned, attempting to remove it, but Kara stilled her hands.

“The House of El doesn’t exist anymore, Lena. It’s gone. Besides, it’s my cape, and I get to decide who wears it.” Kara drew Lena into her arms, kissing her forehead before wrapping her in a firm embrace. “You’re the only one I want to wear it.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Only you. No one else.”

“Will you take me home now?”

“Of course.” Kara picked Lena up into a bridal carry, cape still wrapped around her. “Hold on tight.” She kissed Lena softly, knocked their foreheads together gently. “You know what I dream about, more than anything else?”

“Hmm?”

“I dream that you love me back.”