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Kara’s begun to hate her heats.
The way they sneak up on her, subtle until they’re not. How they leave her unfulfilled after they’re gone.
She used to think they could be fun, but even now that things between her and Lena have been smoothed over and the alpha’s more than willing to help instead of looking at her like she’s plotting bloody murder, her heats aren’t as fun as they could be.
Mostly it’s because, despite Alex’s best efforts, no existing contraceptives work for her. She can take suppressants, of course, and before she and Lena began to sleep together, she’d been doing so, but the side effects — mood swings and days of depression when her heat cycle should be — are kind of a big turnoff. Suppressants make her sluggish, too, her super-fast reflexes slowed to a crawl. When the alien menace of the week punched the living lights out of her during a heat a few months back, Lena suggested she stop using them. Alex sided with her, shocking everybody.
Sure, at least she’s got Lena to help out, and that’s nice. It’s amazing, actually, the usually tender, attentive alpha surprisingly demanding when Kara’s on her heat, but no matter how good the stretch feels, Lena cannot fill her up .
Feeling the condom swell with Lena’s cum makes her go crazy with yearning. The omega inside her is left clamoring for more, its instinctual need for breeding never satisfied.
Kara doesn’t really know where her breeding kink comes from. She hadn’t even had a name for it until she and Alex talked about it. Well, Kara talked, and Alex looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“You’re an alpha,” Kara says one evening over a massive triple cheeseburger. “How come you’re so squeamish about this stuff?”
“I’m not squeamish.” Alex munches on a forkful of kale, and makes a face. She calls it ‘healthy eating’ and ‘monitoring my cholesterol intake’, but Kara knows it has to do with Kelly, who Alex is so obviously dating even though she says they aren’t there yet. She goes to get herself another beer, pretending not to notice when Alex steals a handful of her fries.
“I’m not,” Alex resumes as Kara rejoins her at the table, “but you’re my baby sister.”
“So I can’t have kinks?”
“No! Yes! I mean—” Alex groans. “I don’t need to hear about them.”
“Gee, thanks for the help.” Kara makes to gather what’s left of her food and move to the living room, pausing when Alex gives her fries the look of an agonized lover.
Kara wants to hold the grudge, she really does, but Alex’s pleading look is one she can’t say no to.
Sighing, she sits back down and pushes her fries across the table.
“Have you talked to Lena about it?” Alex tears open a packet of ketchup with absolute delight. “She may be able to help with a contraceptive. Or find a way to reduce the suppressants’ side effects. L-Corp’s labs are better than anything the DEO can offer, as much as it pains me to admit it.”
“Lena almost murdered me not too long ago,” Kara reminds her matter-of-factly. “I’m ready to tell her I love her, but…”
“...but not that you have a thing for being covered in her cum?” Alex interrupts, unpleasantly smug.
“ Alex! ”
“Hey, you wanted to talk about it, not me.” Alex dodges her fry-repossession attempt with ease. “Might as well go all in, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re gross.” Kara’s patented death-glare has no visible effect. Alex merely laughs, and blows her a greasy, ketchup-smeared kiss.
“Love you, too, sis.”
In the end they talk it out, mostly like adults. Mostly with Kara’s faced tucked firmly in the crook of her elbow, or pressed to the table. The wood is cool against her burning cheeks. That feels nice.
Alex helps her make a list. It’s called “telling Lena about my breeding kink: pros and cons,” and by the time they’re done, it’s well past midnight.
When Kara stands, stretching into a yawn, she feels better. She’s still scared to tell Lena about it, but Alex helped put things into perspective. Looking down at the paper she’s been writing her thoughts on, she’s surprised to see that the pros of speaking with the alpha far outweigh the cons.
“Thanks,” she says to Alex earnestly, after a slow exhale. “There’s chocolate cake in the fridge if you want it. And you’re welcome to the guest room. It’s very late.” She’d planned to eat the cake for breakfast, but since her sister helped, it’s fair to share.
Alex’s squee of unadulterated joy follows her all the way to bed.
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Kara introduces Lena to the idea over food.
(because of course she does.)
The restaurant is newly opened, a glamorous venue crowning one of the tallest skyscrapers downtown. Kara’s colleague Charles, who curates the food column, tried to get a reservation, but was told the next available spot was a year and a half away at best.
After she mentions she wants to talk about something important, Lena has Jess call the maitre d’, and they get their reservation for that same evening in five minutes flat.
Determined to look her best, Kara rips through her closet in search of the perfect dress, and two hours before Lena’s due to pick her up, calls Alex in to help her choose. She’s never felt this close to a nervous breakdown.
“The red one,” Kelly tells her without hesitation when Kara holds up the two dresses she’s torn over. “Definitely go with the red.” Kara’s glad she’s tagged along, because her sister hasn’t been much help.
“Are you sure?” It’s Versace, and Lena had it tailor-made for her as an early birthday present. “Isn’t it too much?”
“Too much?” Alex saunters back into the bedroom, snarfing down chocolate chip cookies, almost as fast as Kara normally does. “Kara, they ask a hundred bucks for a glass of water in that place, the least you can do is wear Versace.”
“They do ?”
“Not quite, but close.” Kelly laughs, snatching the bag of cookies away. Alex makes to protest, but is silenced with a quick peck on the lips.
Not dating, uh? Kara mouths in her direction while Kelly isn’t looking, getting a middle finger in return.
“Go get dressed or you’ll be late.”
She sticks her tongue out, and Alex throws a pillow in her general direction.
When the limo pulls up in front of her apartment, Kara knows Kelly had been right. Lena’s driver, who’s the epitome of blank-faced politeness, actually gapes, and it takes Lena clearing her throat for him to remember he’s supposed to hold the car door open for Kara.
“So sorry, Miss Luthor,” he mutters, touching the brim of his hat. “Miss Danvers…”
“I can’t fault you too much, Damien. After all, she’s stunning.”
Kara feels her collarbone heat up.
“It’s true you know.” Lena’s hand rests on the exposed part of her back briefly as she slides into the seat next to her. “You’re gorgeous.”
“You are, too.” She’s wearing a dark burgundy suit, and the shirt underneath the jacket is sheer, see-through lace of the same color, the collar hugging around Lena’s neck tightly, like a choker. Kara can’t explain how Lena manages to infuse something as delicate as lace with so much dominance. “Also, if you keep touching me like this, we’ll never make it to the restaurant.”
“And that would be bad, why?” Green eyes glitter, and the hand trails further down her back. “I could have you for dinner instead.”
Kara can’t be sure without openly staring, but she thinks the front of Lena’s pants has tented ever so slightly.
“That’s… tempting. But we really need to talk first.”
Lena pulls back, face suddenly guarded.
“Kara, is it…?” Preemptive hurt is making her lips tremble slightly.
“Oh Rao , no! It’s nothing bad! Maybe a bit embarrassing...”
Lena’s expression softens.
“You know you can tell me anything, right? But we have both had our share of trust issues, so we can just have dinner if you aren’t ready. I wanted to try this new restaurant anyway, you just gave me an excuse to do it sooner.”
“I do want to talk about it.” Her next heat is little more than two months away — she kind of has to. “Although, a few glasses of wine would help.”
“Anything you want, Kara.” When Lena looks at her this way, like she would reach up and give Kara the moon if she just asked, she always melts a little.
They’re halfway through their meal — Kara’s never tasted anything quite as good as the food they serve here — when Lena reminds her of why they’re here in the first place.
“So, you wanted to talk about something?” Lena splits the last of the Jacques Selosse between their glasses, and before she’s put the empty bottle down, a waiter has appeared at her side with a full one.
Kara lifts her full glass to catch the light, and hides herself behind the bubbles, vying for time.
Her cheeks feel hot, and she’s sure it’s not solely the wine.
“Uh, yes.” She puts her glass down. Picks it up again. Drains it without thinking, and the bubbles tickle up her nose. The maitre d’ had reserved them a corner table, and the discreet lighting affords a reasonable level of privacy. Still, Kara lowers her voice and leans forward a little.
“It’s, uhm. About my heat.”
“Is it close?” Lena asks, immediately concerned. “I thought— but, nevermind. I can take off whatever days you’ll need me, Kara.”
(I always need you.) Aloud, she says, “Not too close. About two months from now. But, uhm. I was wondering if you’d be willing to look into a contraceptive that’d actually work so we can… not use… we can go without…” Her eyes slip from the vertiginous view beyond the reinforced glass to the plate where what’s left of her dinner is quickly growing cold. “You know,” Kara finishes weakly, picking up her fork and pushing a bite of filet mignon around the dish.
“So I can come inside you,” Lena clarifies for her. “Without wearing a condom.”
Kara nods, and there’s a sharp inhale from across the table. An intake of breath that’s held for several seconds, as though Lena is trying to process what she’s just been told.
“I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have—” Kara begins in fits and starts, aware all of a sudden that the talk of contraceptives may lead to other uncomfortable conversations. For example: ‘have you ever thought about having kids?’
“Stop.”
Lena’s voice is rough, like a fishbone’s jammed inside her throat. When Kara gathers herself enough to raise her eyes and discover what expression she is wearing, she finds Lena staring back round-eyed, jaws working overtime. As she watches, Lena’s pupils blow out a little, darkening her eyes.
She smells different under the layers of her perfume. Cautiously hopeful.
“I know you’ve been having… difficulties…” Lena blinks slowly, hand crawling across the table until their fingers meet. “I’ve been wanting to say something for a while, but with everything that’s happened, I was afraid you’d feel I was intruding.”
“Lena, we’re sleeping together.” She’d been arguing along these same lines before Alex made her see reason, but in her defense, Kara’s never pretended she can’t be a hypocrite.
“I know, but—”
“I would like your help. Alex can send what files she has. She’s been trying to come up with a contraceptive that would work for years, but what we’ve tried had horrible side-effects.”
“Like the suppressants.” Lena doesn’t mention Kara’s latest stint in the DEO infirmary. She doesn’t have to. “I’m happy to help.” Kara’s fingers are squeezed a bit more firmly. “I don’t know whether I can figure something out in two months, but—”
“I can wait.” Relieved, Kara leans back into her chair. “Besides, there’s other holes you can fill in the meantime.”
She doesn’t know where the words have come from, but they cause an immediate reaction.
A foot is slipped between her parted knees, under the hemline of her dress. It’s already quite short, and when the flat of a Ferragamo grinds against her sex, the fabric rides up further to expose her thighs.
Kara’s never been so glad that fancy restaurants prefer to use floor-length tablecloths.
“We’re going home now.” Lena is speaking not to her, but to the waiter, who’s manifested by the tableside as if conjured out of thin air. Kara’s never been more aware of her body, and how it quickens for the alpha, but Lena asks him to pack the untouched bottle for them like nothing filthy is going on under his nose.
Meanwhile, she’s pushing insistently at Kara’s aching cunt, a gleaming smile curving her lips.
By the time he returns with their bill, Kara’s positive her panties are 99% slick, and when the heel of Lena’s stiletto catches on her clit, she has to clamp a hand over her mouth, stifling a whimper.
“I’m sorry,” she titters for the waiter’s benefit as he looks her way. “Too much champagne, I think.”
“That’s why we’re going home, honey.” All of a sudden the insistent pressure disappears. Lena’s standing next to her chair, sharp-eyed and imperious. It’s so fucking hot when she lets her dominant side out. Kara wants to climb her like a tree. “Come on.”
Giggling still, she makes a show of swaying out of her chair and pushes her hip against Lena’s side as they walk out, mouth smearing rouge all over her jawline.
They glide by the maitre d’, and Kara winks over the shoulder of Lena’s tailored suit.
He looks about to have a stroke.
“You know, if you keep this up, they’ll never have us back, right?” Lena teases with a grin that crinkles her emerald green eyes. “You sure you want to give all of that heavenly food up?”
“For what you’re going to do to me once we get back to your place, I’d give up all the food in the world.”
“Liar.”
But her smile widens, and Kara’s groped all the way back to the car.
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This time, the heat gives Kara a bit of warning.
She calls in sick to work, and lets Alex know that she won’t be patrolling the city for a few days.
Her sister texts back almost immediately. The heat is a handful of days earlier than expected, but Alex reassures Kara that won’t be a problem. As she often does, she’s planned ahead.
Usually, she’d ask Lena to pick her up, but the alpha had to leave on an urgent business trip. Qatar or something. She’d offered to stay home, but Kara had made a point of telling her she would be fine.
She has the time to get to Lena’s penthouse and let herself inside with the spare key she was given before the cramps really hit. She kicks off her shoes and totters to the couch, where she curls into a ball to wait them out.
Eventually, things get better, and Kara is able to sit up. She’s feeling dizzy and can only breathe in shallow bursts, but is almost back to normal.
It won’t last.
What time she has before the next wave of heat sickness comes is spent exploring Lena’s place. Just because the alpha isn’t around, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a contingency plan of her own.
There are alpha-scented toys laid out on Lena’s bed, and even though they leave her inner omega indifferent, she’s aware of a drifty, pleasing smell all around her. It’s Lena , so pervasive it’s almost like the alpha’s standing next to her, and yet a little faded from her week-long absence.
But, combined with the Hitachi wand and the ridged dildo Lena got her as a substitute, it may just be enough.
In the bathroom, fragrant candles and calming bath bombs are waiting for her in case she desires a soak in Lena’s enormous Jacuzzi, while the freezer is packed with Ben & Jerry's to the rafters.
Lena really thought of everything.
It will be hours before things get so bad Kara will need any of it, so she wanders back into the living room. She pulls out a book from the small bag she packed, and sits down in a sunspot, feet tucked under her ass.
It’s easy to lose herself in her novel, and when the warmth of the sun spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows makes her sleepy, Kara puts the book down to take a nap.
She sleeps in fits and starts. It’s not the deep sleep that makes her limbs grow heavy in the small hours of the morning, but she’s not really awake, either. Aware of her surroundings, yes, in a distant, dreamlike way. Whenever her eyes slit open (she has to keep them mostly closed against the burnished glare of a later summer sun), Kara’s body does all it can to shut down. She’s tired , but not in the life-sucking way Kryptonite poisoning makes her.
Her head feels heavy, and although she has a vague idea that these are the first real symptoms of her heat, she can’t prevent her eyelids from dipping.
When she comes to with a start, the sun is a fading red glint against the chrome and glass of the downtown skyscrapers. There’s a crick in her neck from the awkward angle, and she spends a few minutes fighting to regain her bearings.
Hunger pushes her into alertness, but before she drags herself toward the kitchen, Kara forces herself to check her phone.
She gets back to Alex, reassuring her everything is fine, and checks in with Nia. This isn’t her first solo patrol, but Kara feels compelled to ask whether there’s anything she needs. The Superfriends never tire of telling her it’s alright to share the burden, but it still doesn’t chase away the guilt.
She’s supposed to be the Girl of Steel, but as shivers chase her into the kitchen, she doesn’t feel like it much.
Two pints of ice cream later, Kara feels better. Good enough that a Netflix marathon with her legs tucked against her chest sounds like an excellent idea.
Kara makes it through four episodes of some obscure sci-fi show before her head is lolling to the side, and yawns nearly split her face in two.
She falls asleep again, and dreams that Lena’s back from her business trip only so that she can tell her they are breaking up.
This time, waking up isn’t a slow process. With a strangled sob, she claws her way awake, blinking in surprise when she discovers she’s somehow made it to bed.
She’s lying smack in the middle of it, and it’s a mess of sweat-soaked pillows and twisted sheets. Here, Lena’s scent is much more prevalent.
“Lena,” Kara buries her face into the nearest pillow, her eyes stinging with tears. “ Lena !” She’d messaged her to let her know she is at her place, but the tick next to the WhatsApp text had not turned blue. She grabs her phone, which she somehow remembered to bring along, and sends another message.
When it fails to deliver, Kara starts to cry for real. She’s cold, but her front itches with heat, and Lena is thousands of miles away.
(possibly with another pretty omega on her arm).
She’s being unjust. Unfair. They’ve not spoken about love yet, but they’re a couple in all but name.
Lena loves her. Is in love with her.
Despite all the debris still sitting between them.
Standing on shaky legs, Kara stumbles to Lena’s wardrobe, going for the pile of old MIT hoodies she knows the alpha keeps at the bottom.
She pulls out as many as she can find, clutching them to her chest like hard-won prizes, and climbs back into bed. It’s not the same as having Lena hold her, but being surrounded by soft fabric helps. Traces of Lena’s light perfume tickle her nose — something elegant and flowery, like bottled spring — and her shivering subsides.
Her bones stop trying to shake out of her skin, and Kara’s eyes come to a rest on the new toys Lena bought her.
Before she realizes what she’s doing, Kara’s put the Hitachi wand between her legs. She aches there, and the sudden pressure makes the throbbing go from dull to sharp in seconds. A low buzzing fills the room, and Kara grinds her hips up into it, seeking some sort of release. Mostly, she’d just like to slip into a heat-induced haze for a few hours and forget everything else.
Kara doesn’t even bother taking her clothes off. She shucked out of her jeans the moment she arrived at Lena’s anyway, and the comfortable sleep shorts she put on are soaked in seconds. Not much of a barrier after that.
It doesn’t take long, and a familiar tightness settles in her gut. Kara flexes her abs, chasing a climax that won’t come. Little starbursts explode, searing white behind her eyelids, and she thumbs the Hitachi to the highest setting. The vibration is almost angry. Loud, as if wasps have found their way between the sheets.
With a tortured groan, she pulls the shorts down and out of the way, gasping when the cool air of the room hits her dripping sex.
Holding the vibrating wand in place one-handed, she brings the alpha-scented dildo to her nose, inhaling deeply.
Her omega isn’t thrilled by it, but Kara wills herself to feel excitement at the girth. She likes a good stretch when she’s in heat, and Lena made sure to buy something that’s just a bit too big for comfort.
With the way she’s gushing, Kara doesn’t think working it inside herself will be much of an ordeal.
But, when she tries, without bothering to coat the flared head of the dildo in anything other than arousal, her body resists. The muscles of her opening clench shut, and when she attempts to work the silicone cock past them, searing pain scorches her spine.
Her body, it seizes . Every muscle, every last one of her bones revolt. It’s all that she can do to throw the dildo across the room before the pain becomes too much. Too crippling.
After, Kara can only lie in the nest she’s made of Lena’s borrowed clothes, lathered in cold sweat. Kryptonite poisoning is bad, but the betrayal of her own body is ten times worse.
Frustrated tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to allow herself that sort of relief.
Instead, she twists around until she’s lying on top of the Hitachi wand, hips rolling into it. A muscle in her jaw jumps as she drags her slit over the vibrating head of the massage wand. Back and forth. Back and forth. She closes her eyes against the downtown lights, gleaming like a smattering of precious stones on the velvet of the night, and can almost picture she’s riding Lena’s cock. Her hips mimic a figure eight, lazy at first, then progressively frenzied as release slips further away.
When Kara bears down with too much enthusiasm, the wand’s motor gives an agonized screech. The buzzing climbs in pitch, stuttering to a halt before resuming, louder than before.
And then it just... Stops .
Reaching down between her body and the mattress, Kara flicks the switch on and off a couple times.
Nothing happens.
She forgot to turn on the red sun lamps.
Fuck.
The wand joins the discarded dildo with a clatter, and Kara twists around, pulling a pillow on her face. She screams her exasperation into it (a small courtesy to Lena’s neighbors), then flings that away as well. The bed is methodically undone. The pillows thrown at the four corners of the room. The sheets and folded duvet kicked down to the floor. In the end, Kara slumps in the middle of the mess, sobbing into one of Lena’s shirts.
The bedroom is a natural disaster, but she’s too exhausted to spare it more than a fleeting thought.
By the time she falls asleep again, it’s nearly 5 a.m.
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She dreams of Lena again, calling her name, over and over. Of Lena touching her, pressing the flat of her hand to her brow with infinite tenderness. Like she cares.
“Kara, honey,” she’s cooing in her ear, knuckles rubbing along her jaw. “Kara, wake up.”
Wait.
Maybe this isn’t a dream.
Lena’s fingers push under her chin, tilting her head back to expose her neck. Fingers linger at her pulse point, and dream-but-maybe-not Lena mutters something to herself. She sounds unhappy.
“Kara, I’m back. I’m home.” Soft lips nuzzle her cheek. “Can you open your eyes for me?”
She gives it her best shot, and screws them shut with a low hiss when light assaults her senses.
It’s too bright.
Kara throws an arm across her eyes with a whine. Lena moves in for a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, and the protests are cut short. Then, she leaves for a while, and the glare that’s making Kara’s eyes begin to water dims.
She wanders to the edge of sleep again, but never quite crosses into it. Whenever she dozes off and the bed seems to fade from underneath her tired limbs, she jolts herself awake. She clings to daylight in sheer stubbornness, and regrets it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Pain made it easier to stay vigilant.
Possibly-real-but-who-knows Lena returns. Kara hasn’t realized she’s curled up into a ball until she’s forced to change positions. She tries to swat Lena’s hands away, but she’s too bone-weary and the alpha is too strong.
Kara whines again, hoping it will make Lena stop, but it doesn’t. Next she’s stripping off her sweat-soaked clothes, and she does not relent until Kara’s shivery and naked.
Kara has a brief chance to feel pure, undiluted hate — because how dare she? — and then she’s wrapped in something — oh. Oh .
Lena has stripped, too, and as their bodies fit perfectly together, she combs ropes of damp hair away from Kara’s face.
“There we go.” She kisses her, and it’s over so quickly Kara thinks maybe she’s imagined it. “There’s my girl.” It’s warm, tucked against Lena’s chest, safe. Even if she still reeks a bit of airport.
“You’re back.”
Finally, Kara cracks one eye open. The curtains have been pulled close, banishing the morning light from the bedroom, and Lena’s turned on the red sun lamps. In their lambent glow, the forest green of her eyes catches fire.
Kara lifts a trembling hand, and her fingers curl in the hinge of Lena's jaw, just below the ear. Soft, baby hairs wind around her fingertips. It's force of habit, or perhaps gravity. Kara has learned long ago that Lena is the axis her entire world revolves around.
“Of course I’m back. Where else would I be?” Lena noses along her cheek. Her lips skirt down to her neck, and when she comes to Kara’s pulse, she sucks on the spot lightly.
“I dreamed—”
It doesn’t matter. Lena’s back. She’s home.
It means…
Sleep drains from her like water, and even though her thoughts don’t clear, Kara’s more awake than she has been in hours.
She’s the one to kiss Lena this time around, tentative and seeking, as though she’s forgotten all about how kissing works in one week’s time. Lena doesn’t seem to mind the slow pace. She’s gentle. Patient.
When Kara’s hands trail from her shoulders down to her breasts, she pulls back, panting slightly.
“Wait,” she whispers, before kissing Kara’s chin.
“Lena, I need—”
“I know. Just—”
When Lena reaches for the pile of her discarded clothes, Kara assumes she’s looking for a condom. Instead, she pulls out a pill bottle.
Her eyes go round.
“Is that—? Did you—?”
“It’s why I flew to Qatar on such short notice,” Lena rattles one pill onto the palm of her hand, holding it up for Kara to examine. It’s small. Unassuming. Normal. Kara didn’t know what she expected. “One of L-Corp’s medical research labs is in Doha, and when I figured out I wasn’t getting anywhere on the contraceptive alone, I asked them if they’d help.”
“And it works?”
“The lab tests came back positive, but of course we couldn’t run a clinical trial because…” Lena shrugs.
“Because I’m the only available test subject.”
“Yes.”
“So, it’s possible the pill won’t work.” Kara doesn’t allow herself to feel disappointment. It’s more progress than the DEO ever managed.
“Unlikely, but we can’t discount the possibility.” Kara makes to pluck the pill from Lena’s hand, but before she can, the alpha’s fingers curl around it.
“Kara.” Her tone is so serious it gives Kara pause. “There is a chance you will get pregnant. Are you sure, you—?”
Kara has to resist the urge to roll her eyes a little. Instead, while her fingers work Lena’s fist loose, she focuses on the practical.
“I appreciate you letting me know about the risks.” When Lena’s hand doesn’t uncurl, she settles for closing her fist on top of the alpha’s. “But aren’t they the same risks every woman has to account for? Sometimes things just… don’t work out the way we want them to, but I’m tired of feeling like something’s missing every time I go through a heat.” A stricken expression crosses Lena’s face, lightning quick. Kara cups her cheek, and hurries to reassure her. “Don’t even. You’re perfect. I just want—”
“But what if—”
“I’m fed up with holding back just because I’m Supergirl,” Kara continues, and it feels so good to let it out. “I’m Kara Danvers, too. Kara Zor-El. And it’s not like we’re being irresponsible.” She taps a finger on Lena’s closed fist to underline her words.
“Okay.” Lena’s hand slowly unclenches.
“So how does it work? I just take it, and...” Kara gestures vaguely to the crux of her thighs.
“We’ll have to wait thirty minutes to an hour before I can fuck you.” At the words, Kara gasps, biting her lip. “For the chemicals to take.”
“Well, then.” She takes Lena by the wrist, tugging her closer. “I hope you haven’t got anything planned, Miss Luthor?”
Lena only smiles.
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Turns out Lena has a pretty good idea of how she wants to spend their next hour.
Kara’s tipped back onto the unmade bed, kissed within an inch of her life, and then some. Meanwhile, Lena’s hands are everywhere .
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the reason for my trip,” Lena mumbles into her mouth, one hand playing with Kara’s breasts. It takes a moment before she can reply. Lena’s rolling one stiffened nipple between thumb and forefinger, soft, barely-there touches and harsh tugs. Whenever she gets a little rougher, heat shoots down to Kara’s core. Her body burns. Her thoughts, too.
“It’s okay.” She pushes forward, needy and impatient, sighing as Lena’s thigh slips between hers. “You didn’t — ah —“ Lena’s started grinding back and forth, and Kara’s slick smears all over alabaster skin. “You didn’t want me to get my hopes up.”
“Mmm….” Lena wiggles down her body, and when she settles in between her open legs, spreading them further, there’s no more room for talking.
Lena kisses into her trembling thighs like she’s charting a rediscovered territory. Slow and purposeful, stopping when she comes across a mole or blemish to lavish it with attention. It’s working Kara up, and she finds herself regretting that she doesn’t scar.
Then, Lena spreads her open and dives in with her mouth. The heat scratching underneath her skin multiplies, until Kara feels like she’s burning with the fierceness of a star. It’s messy, down between her thighs, and Lena’s tongue lapping at her slit makes it more so. When the alpha zeroes in on her clit, sucking it into the velvet heat of her mouth, Kara’s hips jump, but the real surprise comes when Lena’s tongue slips lower.
Kara expects her to thrust lightly inside her — she’s done it before, and it drives her absolutely feral — but at her opening, Lena doesn’t even pause .
No. She works her hands under Kara’s ass, spreads her cheeks wide. And then she. She .
“ Fuck .”
Kara knows what rimming is , of course. She’s not an idiot. She reads fanfic (not that she’d admit it under torture) and she’s watched porn. Plus, they’ve done anal before.
But Lena’s never used her—
She never .
When the alpha’s tongue flicks over her asshole, soft and wet, her entire body clenches . Lena circles her a couple of times (and Kara’s really thankful she took a shower before heading to her place), then works her tongue inside a little bit.
Just the tip at first, and when she moans, voice as thick as if she swallowed wet cement, the sound vibrates up Kara’s spine. She can’t help but rock her hips a little, and Lena clearly takes it as a sign that she’s enjoying it.
Which. Not wrong.
“I’m gonna come.” It’s a small miracle she manages the warning, breathless as she is. Lena doesn’t reply, only redoubling her efforts. Her tongue circles faster, slick and hot, parting the puckered hole to reach deeper inside.
The result is a gush of fountaining slick, a strangled shout. Lena’s hands anchor her thighs in place as she slowly works her way back up, gathering everything she can.
“Kiss me,” Kara whimpers hoarsely, pulling her the rest of the way up, until she’s fully on top. She’s barely over her first release, and already yearning for another.
It doesn’t help to feel how hard Lena has gotten. Her erection is caught between their bodies, and when the alpha’s hips pump forward on a reflex, pre-cum pools on Kara’s belly.
“Kiss me,” Kara repeats, and Lena does.
Kissing Lena, she’s discovered, is like eating ice cream. Too much, too fast, is enough to give her brain freeze, but Kara cannot help herself. She kisses Lena in the same consuming way, with equal hunger, and emerges from the crashing of their mouths lightheaded.
Disoriented.
“Can I—?”
She looks down between their bodies. Lena has cupped herself, thumbing the purpling head until pre-cum spurts from it in a pearl-colored, copious flow. A lovely vein runs along her length, throbbing with excitement whenever Lena runs her hand along it. “Can I be inside you, Kara?”
This is a first time for them both. WIthout barriers. Just the slide of flesh on flesh.
“Fuck, yes.” Kara’s nearly undone from watching her line up. “Fuck me hard, Lena.” And then. “ Breed me.”
Wow. Okay. She’d meant to tell Lena about the breeding kink, but not like this.
She wants to amend her words. Tries to. But then the stretch begins, and Kara cannot think. She can just take it .
Lena’s eyes have gone jet-black. It’s possible the alpha wouldn’t hear her even if she tried.
“Oh God, Kara.” Lena falls forward, and moans into her hair. Her spine is bowed and shaking in an effort to go slow. To sink in inch by inch and let her adjust. “God, you’re so hot inside. I—” Her voice begins to break.
Kara thinks she understands what Lena means. It feels different, without the condom in the way. Every ridge, every small vein on Lena’s cock beats the tempo of the alpha’s heart against her walls. She bends her legs, locking her ankles at the small of Lena’s back.
“Don’t stop.” Kara pulls at Lena’s hips, urging her on. “I want it hard, baby. Please.”
“Fuck.” Lena’s shuddering above her, torn between giving in to the instincts Kara can read on her face, and being gentle. “Kara, I—”
“C’mon, Lena.” She jogs her hips, and as Lena sinks inside her a little more, a groan is wrenched from them both. “C’mon, I know you want to give it to me deep.”
Something seems to snap inside of Lena. Reticence, perhaps. Her eyes are wild, and she surges forward, burying herself into Kara to the hilt. Her hips smack into Kara’s, and she’s got time for one ecstatic cry before Lena pulls back. Drags her cock almost all of the way out, and slams forward again.
She fucks Kara like she’s a woman on a mission. Hard and fast. Relentless. The sheer amount of hunger written on her face borders on savagery.
There’s a certain little spot, deep inside her cunt, that Lena’s hitting with each thrust. The other times, with the rubbery wall of the condom sheathing her, the overall effect was dull, if pleasurable.
Not so now.
Now, an unstoppable pressure is building inside of Kara. It causes her to tighten around Lena’s girth whenever the alpha bottoms out. Like her cunt is trying to grasp her, hold her in.
“Take it.” Lena groans the words into her neck, over and over, teeth worrying at her skin. They’re veering dangerously close to mating bite territory. It’d be okay for Kara if she broke skin.
She can feel the moment the alpha’s climax starts down into her blood. Lena’s hips jar into hers, and a violent twitch traverses her length. Hot jets explode from her seconds after that, cum filling Kara’s dripping cunt with nowhere else to go.
Because the alpha’s knot has popped, and she works it in ferociously, so that no drop of her seed is lost.
“Take it!” she roars above Kara’s head, and that’s what snips the last tethers of her own self-control. A cry of bliss rips from her throat and she comes. The world winks out of existence, a black curtain dropped over her eyes, and it feels like it’s the hardest Kara’s ever come.
Probably is.
Lena falls on top of her, filling her again, and all Kara can do is wrap quivering arms around her sweat-slicked back. She’s clenching and unclenching for a long time before vision returns.
She blinks Lena into focus, and hopes the slow-growing smile curving her lips doesn’t look as dopey as it feels.
“That was—”
“Amazing,” Lena completes. They kiss, and it tastes somewhat musky. Of sex. Of them .
“Can we do it again?”
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The contraceptive doesn't work.
They find out one morning, when Kara throws up the stack of pancakes she wolfed down for breakfast all over Lena's terracotta tiles.
They run tests, simply because Lena wants to rule out food poisoning (she still cannot believe Kara isn't susceptible to that), and find out Kara's entering her sixth week.
"I feel like I failed you." Lena's sitting with her head in her hands when she says that, voice rough with emotion. "I was so sure…"
"You didn't fail me." Kara reaches out, brushing strands of hair from Lena's furrowed brow.
When the alpha lifts her gaze, she looks at once awestruck and also ready to chew nails.
"Do you…? Are you…?" She wets her lips, unable to continue.
"I'm not mad." Kara circles Lena's desk and takes her hand, guiding it to her belly. Lena's heart is beating so fast, Kara can feel it vibrate through her skin where they touch. Long minutes crawl by, with Lena rubbing her thumb back and forth across the fragile skin of Kara’s inner wrist. Her own pulse hammers there, so loud it echoes in her ears.
It's too soon for Lena to feel anything, but it's the intimacy of the gesture that Kara craves. "And, yes. I want to keep it, if you do, too."
Lena can only nod, speechless.
"The DEO…" she begins after some time. "They won't—"
"Fuck the DEO. They guarded Earth without me before, they can do it again." She's pretty adamant about it. After her world died, part of Kara had resigned itself to dying with it. She'd never considered having children, not when she had so miserably failed to protect Kal-El. She didn’t feel like she’d be worthy. That she could be trusted with the responsibility.
Now things have changed.
They tell Alex together that same Friday, over Game Night. Rather, Kara tells her while Lena tries to hold on to her composure in the background.
They’re in between rounds of Trivia Pursuit when Kara clears her throat and calls out across the coffee table.
“Hey, Alex. Guess who’s going to be a perfect aunt?”
The rounded-eyed, panicked expression on her sister’s face is absolutely priceless.