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Lena's Secret update
🕑 Added 2016-12-01 18:14:35 +0000 UTC Kara didn’t mean to act like such a Catholic schoolgirl, really she didn’t. It was just that sometimes it seemed humans thought of nothing but sex. “T-turned on?”Lena sat down on her desk, her handcuffs still wrapped around Kara’s neck so that she pulled the Kryptonian nearly on top of her. “Oh yes. That’s what was so… frustrating about all this. That woman was chaining me up and throwing me against the wall, and even though I wanted to just…” Lena gnashed her teeth. “I also couldn’t help but think that if you were doing that, it would be just a little perfect.”
Kara blushed. She couldn’t help it. “I mean, I… wait, my sister?”
“She was the one who put the handcuffs on me.” Lena smiled at her. Kara didn’t know how, but Lena had two entirely different smiles that just happened to share the same lips and the same teeth. One smile was warm and personable and shockingly affectionate for being her public face, greeting colleagues and business partners, but never with so much warmth as she did Kara.
The other smile was the one she was displaying now. Dark, dangerous, but not cold like Lillian’s. It was feverishly warm. Kara felt like she would burn up before those teeth Lena flashed ever managed to close around her neck.
The first smile she could almost say no to. The second? Not a chance.
“Are you not in the mood to play with me?” Lena asked, teasing Kara with just how helpless she was.
Times like these were why Kara was not a good liar. How was she supposed to think? “I’m still a little mad at you… on Alex’s behalf…” she admitted weakly. Lena’s thighs were closing around her waist.
“We fought. Now we can make up. Don’t you want to make… up?” Lena asked sadistically, tilting her chin up to Kara’s mouth. Her back was arched, her head drifting back, offering her entire body up to Kara’s gaze.
“I, uh, oh…” It felt a little disloyal to Alex, contemplating certain intimate acts with Lena right after Kara had convinced her not to smear Alex or Alex’s girlfriend. But she was Lena’s girlfriend. And she was eager to put the spat behind them and get back to being as shockingly happy as Lena could make her. But oh, would that leave Lena thinking she wasn’t serious about what she’d said about Alex and Maggie?
A natural disaster would be really helpful here in making up her mind, since saving lives always came first, but National City was so quiet. It seemed the loudest sound in it was Lena’s racing heart. Rao, why did Lena have to want her so much?
“Maybe you could give me five minutes to convince you?” Lena offered, looping the cuffs through Kara’s hair, her hands flowing with teasing fingertips over Kara’s face. “Or fifteen? You have, on occasion, been very easy to convince…”
As she kissed Kara, her hands began unbuttoning Kara’s blouse, Kara could think of just about nothing but giving into Lena, surrendering to her, submitting to her, and she giggled as she thought of how odd it was that she’d been the one to tie Lena up and say certain things the other night. Lena laughed too, relieved that the fight was over, her fingers dipping into Kara’s parted collar to feel…
The layering of Supergirl’s costume.
In a flash, Kara had Lena spun around, pushing her facefirst into the wall to keep her from seeing, holding her in place as she reached with one hand to hold shut the opening that revealed the topmost stroke of her family’s crest. She wasn’t thinking, she just knew she had to keep Lena from seeing it, the same as anyone.
It struck her a half-second later what she’d done.
“Lena, I am so--!” One-handed, she worked her buttons back into their holes, or at least some hole, she wasn’t sure about the order. “So sorry!”
“No, no, that was wonderful!” Lena gasped. “Oh God, have you been working out? I can’t move at all.”
Kara moved in quickly to grab hold of Lena’s body with both her arms, holding her still that was, which was a little more believable than being able to completely manhandle Lena one-armed. “Yes, I—Pilates. And I was on a crash diet. Smoothies.”
“Mmmm. And you play rough… I can’t get loose at all, can I?”
Was Lena… talking dirty… to herself? “No,” Kara said, trying to sound firm. “No, you can’t!”
“I don’t have a—“ Lena struggled against Kara, somewhat half-heartedly. “I don’t have any hope of escape!”
“Nope!”
“No matter how much I struggle.” Lena was breathing hard. “No matter how much I squirm?”
“Uh-uh.”
Lena pushed back against Kara, hard, and mostly worried about her hurting herself, Kara pushed in on her, pressing her against the wall by using her own body to check her. It just made Lena grind harder against her. Especially her… lower anatomy.
Did she want Kara to spank her? One of the lines in the letter had been “You’re not a villain, but you are a very bad girl”.
Kara rested her elbows against Lena, holding her in place that way while she reached into her blouse and rebuttoned her buttons into their correct holes. “You’ve been a real bad girl, Lena. I can’t let you go.”
“No, you can’t. You can’t.”
“But…” Kara said, realizing that she’d managed to work herself into restraining her girlfriend with a full Supergirl costume on under her clothes—clothes being something that didn’t tend to survive a Lena Luthor sex tornado. “Since I’m such a good girlfriend, I’m going to let you have one thing. One nice thing.”
“Just one?” Lena asked, rolling her body against Kara as lovingly as she’d perform a song. Rao, she had a nice ass. What kind of illogical contradiction was it that the nicer the ass, the more someone was supposed to spank it? Not that Kara didn’t want to, but with the goal of keeping her clothes intact and not at all torn off her body in mind…
“One,” Kara insisted, so firmly she might’ve been Supergirling. “Then I’m going to tie you up and… and make you go to your room to think about what you’ve done!”
“Ooooh… is daddy angry with me?”
“Daddy… loves you very much,” Kara ventured. She really didn’t get the Earth’s obsession with daddies. “But you have to learn your lesson.”
“One nice thing…” Lena lowered her forehead to the wall, taking a deep breath as she relaxed a little in Kara’s grip. “Why don’t you reach into my pants and see what you’ve done to me?”
Kara put her hand at Lena’s belly, felt her breath, and then moved her hand lower. Sometimes, she wondered if Lena felt the same way she did. Lust, yes, but only as a chaser to the intimacy, the romance. She never thought of this as fucking. It was just getting close to the woman she adored.
She reached under Lena’s panties and felt her warmth, felt her fingers gripped like Lena was embracing her, and the soft sound of Lena’s tightness being parted was like a musical elixir, champagne music, something for her fingers to dance to.
“Oh God, Kara… oh my God…”
Kara pressed her face into Lena’s hair and kissed the back of her neck. “I love you, Lena. I love you so much.”
“I love you…” Lena gasped, pressing her cheek to the wall, smearing her lips over the cool paneling. “Oh, Kara…”
Kara felt Lena go taut around her fingers—always so violent, so hard, never soft or gentle, not at the core of her. It was like she was trying to break Kara’s fingers with her orgasm. Kara wrapped her other arm around Lena’s midsection, holding her as she went limp and her breath couldn’t stay inside her. She withdrew her fingers and felt how wet they really were, how they dripped. And she kissed the side of Lena’s face that she was presented with, her hair and her ear and all the wonderful profile of her, that could make Kara fall in love with her every time she saw her.
Lena got her feet back under her quickly, she always did, but Kara kept holding her, both arms wrapped around her from behind, resting her chin on Lena’s shoulder. And Lena reached back, over her head, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck, and it was almost like they were dancing.
Kara let the moment stretch as long as it would, but finally Lena let out a shuddering sigh that told her it was over. She tightened her grip, turning the embrace briefly into a hug, then let go of Lena. “I have to go,” she said. “I need to check on Alex.”
“Tell her I am sorry,” Lena said. “About her friend being hurt.”
“I will,” Kara promised. “And she’s sorry about trying to arrest you. She just maybe doesn’t know it yet.”
Lena smiled. “Speaking of knowing things, whatever your exercise regimen is, please keep it up? I really enjoyed having you bench-press me. And I think I’ll be enjoying it a lot more.”
The second smile again.
“That wasn’t a bench-press…” Kara said. Helplessly. “I have to go…”
New rule: whenever possible, do not wear things under your clothes around Lena Luthor.
Does that include underwear? a distinctly familiar-sounding part of her inner monologue asked.
