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It starts as a necessity at first. Well, a necessity if we’re pretending that Kryptonians need to get warm or can catch colds.
The day had been beautiful, and Kara had dragged her on a walk in the park near Kara’s place. It had been a day of laughter and ice cream and feeding the ducks until the sky had suddenly turned dark and ferocious, drenching them both with rain.
They hurry back to Kara’s, stumbling and giggling for the entire walk over. When they finally arrive, Kara says, “We need to get out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold.” Which makes sense of course, but then Kara reaches for the hem of Lena’s shirt, and all sense leaves Lena’s mind. Kara does it casually with no hesitation and no awkwardness in her gaze or movements, so Lena doesn’t question it either.
Kara helps her take her top off, and then her fingers move to the button on Lena’s jeans. “Wet jeans are tricky to take off,” is all she says as explanation, and Lena kicks off her shoes, so the jeans can come off all the way.
She’s standing in Kara’s kitchen, shivering in her black bra and tiny thong. She expects Kara to get her a towel and some dry clothes, but instead, Kara takes her own shirt off, revealing skin. Lots of skin. Inches of smooth, tan skin and muscle. The pants are next, and before Lena can get her brain to start working again, Kara walks to the bathroom.
Lena follows, watching dumbly as Kara turns on the shower. “Here, get in and get warm.”
“But what about you? You should go first.” Lena protests.
Kara waves her hand dismissively. “No, you’re gonna get sick, Lena. You need to warm up.”
“But this is your home.” They stubbornly stare at each other, neither backing down.
“We could just shower together?” Lena asks tentatively, looking away to hide how nervous she is. But Kara doesn’t seem to think twice about it; she just brightens and hops in.
Kara’s shower is surprisingly spacious, considering the small size of her apartment, and they both easily have room to stand. Unfortunately, (or fortunately for Lena’s lust-addled brain) the spray from the shower heads only covers so much area.
Lena is not standing under the spray, hesitant to get too close to Kara, but Kara has no qualms about closeness. She grabs Lena’s hand and pulls her closer with a quiet, “Come here.”
For a minute, they stand together under the hot water, slowly warming themselves up. Then, Kara reaches over to squirt some shampoo into her hand. Lena jumps when she feels hands in her hair, expecting Kara to wash her own hair. She almost purrs at the feeling of strong hands in her hair, massaging her scalp. She closes her eyes and enjoys the moment, knowing it is never going to happen again.
And then Kara takes it a step further and gets soap. She forgoes a washcloth and instead uses her hands to gently scrub at Lena’s skin, starting at her neck and moving down. Lena can feel Kara’s breath on the back of her neck, her hands on her sides, her stomach, her everywhere.
Lena can feel herself getting wet, feels that coil of heat low in her stomach. She’d been savoring the touch, ignoring that Kara had finished cleaning all of her body minutes ago and is now just letting her hands wander, but now Lena steps away. She needs to summon all her willpower and not beg Kara to fuck her against the wall.
“I haven’t added conditioner yet,” Kara protests, so Lena steps back into Kara’s arms and lets Kara do as she pleases.
It’s Kara’s turn to step away when she’s done rinsing out the conditioner, but Lena stops her. “Where are you going? I haven’t returned the favor yet.”
Kara blushes prettily as Lena gets some shampoo herself. But Kara doesn’t turn around. Kara stays facing Lena, leaving Lena to start massaging Kara’s hair while they stand face to face. Kara’s eyes slip shut so at least they’re not staring into each other’s eyes, but Lena feels how intimate the moment is regardless.
She moves on to conditioner and soap. Her fingers tracing over the defined muscle of Kara’s arms and shoulders. She suppresses a moan when she hits Kara’s chiseled abdomen and feels Kara shiver in return as Lena nears her underwear. She gets on her knees to wash Kara’s legs, marveling at thick thighs and soft skin. But then she makes a mistake.
She’s on her knees in front of Kara, and she glances up.
She looks up at Kara’s face, and the sight takes her breath away. Kara is staring at her with such intensity, bottom lip captured between her teeth, hands clenched at her sides. Lena feels her underwear flood as if they weren’t already drenched before, and she whimpers.
That seems to shock Kara out of her trance because she shakes her head and moves away. Kara shoots her a quick smile before saying, “I’m gonna get towels.” And then she leaves.
They don’t talk about it. Obviously, it’s perfectly normal to platonically shower with your friend from time to time, Lena rationalizes, so there is no need to talk about it.
It doesn’t happen again. Until it does, of course.
This time they’re baking. It’s Lena’s birthday, and Kara decided that they just had to make a cake together. Kara also just decided that instead of putting the flour in the bowl, it was going in Lena’s hair. And down her tank top. And all over her face.
“I didn’t know you could get any whiter.” Kara cackles. And while she’s busy laughing, Lena gets her revenge. She pours some flour over Kara but doesn’t stop there. She adds some sugar, and oil, and for good measure cracks half a dozen eggs all over Kara’s body.
“Lenaaaa,” Kara’s trying to act angry, but she can’t stop smiling. “Fine, I guess I deserve that. Let’s get cleaned up.” Kara says, pulling her towards her shower.
Lena’s a little more prepared this time, so she’s not completely shocked when Kara starts stripping. She’s still stunned speechless at the amount of skin, but she’s able to follow Kara’s lead, stepping into the spray when she’s down to her underwear. This time she stands right next to Kara immediately, no encouragement needed.
She has definitely not been wearing fancier undergarments since their first shower. At least not consciously. But subconsciously? Well, she might be wearing her favorite pair.
She can feel Kara’s eyes linger on the burgundy lace, and perhaps it’s that look that makes her roll her eyes and say, “There’s even flour in my bra, Kara!” She sticks her fingers in her bra, grabs a pinch of flour, and throws it back at Kara’s face.
But Kara rises up to the challenge. Her hands come up to the clasp at Lena’s back, and she asks, “Can I?” Lena nods speechless.
Kara unclasps the bra, before moving her hands to the straps and sliding them down. She tosses the bra out of the shower, but she doesn’t stop there. Her eyes don’t waver from Lena’s, but her fingers linger down her sides and to her panties. “Can I?” She repeats.
Lena nods again. Is this really happening?
Kara kneels down to take off her underwear, her mouth right where Lena wants her. She can feel Kara’s breath against her, and it takes all of Lena’s willpower to not tangle her fingers into Kara’s blonde locks and shove her face between her thighs.
Kara stands up and goes through the motions of shampoo and conditioner and soap. Her eyes travel down Lena’s body and then her hands follow. And this time Kara’s hands feast. This time she doesn’t shy away from Lena’s breasts. She soaps them up, gently caressing and brushing her fingertips against Lena’s nipples. She washes the insides of Lena’s thighs; she turns Lena around and washes her ass. Lena just barely stops herself from arching her back and thrusting her ass back into Kara’s hands. She controls herself because yes Kara might be feeling her up, but they are friends. Platonic friends. And friends help each other wash the places their platonic friend can’t reach. Or something like that.
Instead, she turns to face Kara, and she slips her hand between her thighs. To clean obviously, but she can’t stop the moan that arises when her fingers brush her clit. She bites her bottom lip and looks up at Kara. Kara whose eyes are unabashedly staring at Lena’s hand as they work.
Lena can feel her ample slick starting to drip down her thighs and heavily coat her fingers. She raises her hand to wash it off in the shower stream, but Kara intercepts it before she can. Kara grabs her wrist and raises Lena’s fingers to her own mouth. She takes Lena’s slick soaked fingers inside and sucks.
Lena’s not sure if it’s Kara or her who moans at the sight and the feel. Kara starts swirling her tongue, cleaning her fingers of every last drop. And then Kara opens her eyes and stares at Lena with blown pupils.
Lena takes a step towards—and she reaches for the shampoo. “Turn around,” she husks. Because she can absolutely not handle looking into Kara’s eyes a second longer and not kissing her.
Lena thinks she’s been forward and obvious in her desires, so it’s Kara’s turn to make a move. But Kara doesn’t, and they finish washing in silence, minds racing and hands wandering.
Lena hates to say it, but it becomes a thing. She knows if anyone ever found out they’d send her straight to therapy, but she’s helpless. She loves the feeling of hands in her hair and on her body. She revels in the warmth and affection of someone taking care of her.
They start making excuses to shower together.
Kara, it’s late. Showering together will be quicker.
Lena, we need to save money on my water bill.
Kara, think of the environment!
It’s ridiculous. Lena knows it. Kara knows it. But they keep doing it anyway: showering together and then spending the night wrapped around each other.
And every time Lena is left with an ache in her clit and ruined underwear. Her nipples seem to be permanently hard when she’s around Kara, and she’s not sure how much more she can take. How many more times can she come around her dildo or with her vibrator, while screaming Kara’s name, before she gives in.
(It doesn’t occur to her that she can give in, that Kara would very much welcome it.)
But Lena doesn’t want to ruin their relationship. They have a good thing going (despite the lack of partnered orgasms), and Lena cannot lose the one good thing in her life.
But then again, Kara stares at her way too much.
She’s in her own apartment for once and getting ready for bed when Kara calls her.
“Lena, hey! What are you up to?”
Lena immediately smiles at Kara’s voice. “Just about to take a shower and go to bed.”
“Oh, me too!” There’s silence for a second before, “Do you want to come over?”
Lena lets out a laugh, “Kara, I just said I’m going to shower and sleep. I’m ready to call it a day.”
“I mean you can come here and do that. I have a shower and a bed.”
Lena raises an eyebrow, knowing where Kara is going with this, “Yeah, and so do I.”
“But I’m not at your apartment.”
Lena’s heart is pounding. Kara has never clearly asked her to shower with her without a pretense. It’s always just happened out of convenience or an excuse. And Lena thinks this is it . I can’t let this moment go. “You know my shower has two shower heads.”
She can hear Kara’s breath hitch, “I’ll be right over.”
Kara arrives within a half hour, and when Lena opens the door for her, Kara’s jaw drops. Her eyes roam over Lena’s body, incapable of focusing on one spot.
Lena’s changed into something very difficult to get out of. She’s wearing a black corset that’s laced up the back with matching garter belt and stockings.
“What are you wearing?” Kara chokes out.
Lena shrugs, playing it coy, “I found it in my closet and wanted to see if it still fit. I can’t seem to get it off now though.” That’s a lie. Lena laced it up herself and could easily take it off. But Lena has made up her mind about how this night will go, and she is going to pull every trick she has out so Kara will finally fuck her tonight.
“I can help with that.” She sees Kara gulp, her eyes lingering at Lena’s cleavage.
Lena walks towards her bedroom and tosses a flirty smile over her shoulder. “My hero.”
Kara gets to work unlacing, and when the corset comes off, it falls to the floor. Lena bends to pick it up, sticking her ass out, swaying a bit so she brushes against Kara.
She stands up and sits on the edge of the bed. “Do you mind helping with my stockings too?” She raises her leg up and gives Kara a smile. Her breasts are on display and she knows Kara hasn’t moved her eyes away.
“Of course.” Kara manages to choke out and kneels in front of Lena. Kara takes her time, unclipping the garter belt and rolling the stockings down her legs. She reaches for her underwear last and rips them off, all gentleness and patience gone.
Lena’s breath catches, and she knows she’s leaving a wet spot on her sheets. She needs to come now, but Kara stands up and moves towards the bathroom, taking her clothes off on the way.
I’ve never had to work so little to get someone to undress me and work so hard for someone to fuck me.
Lena follows her into the shower, “As I mentioned, there are two shower heads with different settings for intensities. They’re also detachable. And there’s jets on the sides as well.”
“Why haven’t we showered here before?” Kara looks wondrous, inspecting the different gadgets.
“Well, I didn’t think you could handle it,” Lena says coyly.
Kara exclaims and starts waving her arms around, “Handle it? Lena, this is heaven and a dream. It’s better than potstickers!”
“The shower itself, yes. I’m sure you can handle that. But the things I do in this shower?” Lena smirks at Kara and raises an eyebrow, “I wasn’t sure you were ready.”
She sees Kara’s gaze darken, her eyes traveling once again over Lena’s body. “Show me.”
Lena shivers in anticipation, grabs the showerhead, and sits on the shower bench. She makes sure Kara is watching her before she spreads her legs.
She swears Kara whimpers. “You can have a closer look if you’d like.” And Kara drops to her knees in front of her.
Lena hums, “I bring toys in here too sometimes. A few waterproof vibrators, suction cup dildos I can attach to the wall or this bench.”
“How big?”
Lena quirks an eyebrow and hums again in question.
“How big does my strap have to be to satisfy you?”
Lena chuckles, “It’s not always about size, Kara. It’s about technique and connection. And…” she meets Kara’s eyes, “I’d probably come for you if you just sucked on my nipples.”
She sees Kara lick her lips, watches her eyes flicker down.
“Lena,” Kara whines. She’s fidgeting now, clearly impatient.
Lena tilts her head and smiles. “Come take what you want, Kara.”
And that’s all Kara needs before she’s pulling Lena’s face down for a kiss. It’s immediately open mouths and tongues in each other’s mouths. Kara kisses her and kisses her until her lips and her clit are swollen.
Kara moves to her neck, biting and then soothing with kisses. Kara leaves marks down her chest, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking, while a hand comes up to play with the other.
Lena buries her hands in Kara’s hair. Her hands have been there dozens of times before, but now they’re keeping Kara’s face pressed to her chest, and Lena feels like she’s touching Kara for the first time.
Kara moves down further, buries her face between Lena’s legs, and swipes her tongue through once. “Are you always this wet when we shower together?”
“Yes,” Lena breathes, watching Kara between her thighs, unable to look away.
“And then do you go home and get yourself off while thinking of me just like this?” She punctuates it by sucking on Lena’s clit.
Lena’s breath hitches and she whimpers out a yes .
Kara hums and the vibration against her clit makes her hips jump up.
“As much as I liked how you taste off your fingers, this is much better.” And then Kara dives in and doesn’t stop until Lena’s coming in her mouth.
When Lena finally opens her eyes after coming down, she sees Kara smiling at her. “We were being ridiculous, weren’t we?”
Lena snorts, “Platonically showering with your friend is just a bit ridiculous, yes.”
Kara reaches for Lena’s hand and plays with her fingers. “All our showers from now on will be one hundred percent romantic. No friendship here.”
Lena laughs. “Come on, you idiot. it’s my turn.” Lena stands up, pulling Kara to her feet and into the rest of forever.
Bonus:
“I’m sorry, how did you and Lena get together?”
It’s a sister’s night, which has included Kelly for months, and now includes Lena too. It’s Lena’s first one, and Alex had wanted to know the story of how they had, as Alex puts it, “got their heads out of their asses.”
Kara turns red in remembrance. “Well, we showered together once. And Lena is really nice to look at and she felt really nice and it was just...really nice, so it just kept happening.”
Alex looks at her incredulously and then turns to Lena. “And you didn’t find this ridiculous at all?”
Lena shrugs, “Oh I did. But when a hot girl is stripping in front of you and feeling you up, you kind of just go with it.”
Alex turns to Kelly then, looking for support. But Kelly just shrugs too, “I’ve been there.”
Alex chokes on her beer, “What??”