Lena awoke to the scent of Kara's hair. She was snuggled against Kara’s back, one arm wrapped around her, with Kara’s hand covering her own. The girl of steel, asleep in her arms. Even with Kara’s body relaxed, Lena could sense the muscle under her skin. It was a wonder that people didn’t notice her arms when she wore short sleeves or less. Maybe the glasses helped with that, too?
Closing her eyes, Lena remembered the looks Kara gave her last night. So soft, so adoring, so…loved. Things that she associated with Luthor evil – power, control, devious intelligence – made Kara feel loved. It shook Lena to her core. She felt like she was going to wake up one day to find it had all been a dream. Instead, she kept waking up to Kara.
Kara stirred, felt Lena’s hand, and curled her fingers around it. Lena smiled and placed a feather-soft kiss on the base of her neck. “I love you.”
Kara rolled over, eyes bright blue in the morning light. “I love you, Lena Luthor.”
Kissing her then was the most natural thing Lena had ever done. The record stood for less than a minute, until their lips parted and she saw the warm, sweet look in Kara’s eyes. Pulling their bodies together and kissing her again, deeper and longer, was the most natural thing Lena had ever done.
When it was over, an age later and still too soon, Kara scrunched her lips. “We do have to get up.”
“We do,” Lena agreed.
Kara’s eyes twinkled. “One more.”
As they finished breakfast at the kitchen counter, Lena asked, “What do you have on your plate for today?”
Kara grinned. “Actually, I’m supposed to interview you. I’ll be by your office right after your keynote presentation on corporate responsibility.” Mischief lit her eyes. “Thing is, I’ve got you right here. I thought we might get the interview over with now…and spend my appointment with you bent over your desk.”
The breath fled Lena’s lungs and her eyes widened before she got control and raised an eyebrow. “Taking charge, are we?”
For a second, Kara was shy again, before standing and stepping closer. “I see the way you look at me. You admire my strength, you like having it laid out in front of you…” Kara was now very, very close. She slipped an arm under Lena’s and around her back, pressing a firm hand between her shoulder blades. “Would you like to feel it, too?”
Lena licked her lips and tried to retain her wits. “You’ve been taking notes.”
“That’s not an answer.” She’d never seen Kara’s eyes so dark.
Lena managed a smile and put her hand on Kara’s arm – Supergirl’s bicep. “Let’s talk first.”
Kara backed off and returned to her stool. “I’m sorry, did I freak you out?”
“No. At least, not in a bad way. I mean, what woman wouldn’t want Supergirl coming on like that?” She smiled as Kara ducked her head, delightfully embarrassed. “I just wonder, this is something I’ve not seen in you before. Is this a change?”
“Do you still want what we’ve been doing?”
“What we’ve – oh, yes! A thousand times, yes. Were you worried I wouldn’t?”
“A little,” Lena admitted.
“Aww, Lena.” Kara took Lena’s hand and held it to her cheek. “That’s a deep emotional thing that’s never going anywhere. This is just me being sexy.”
Lena smiled and caressed with her thumb. “Good. It means the world to me, too. I must say, though…” She tried to control her widening smile and ended up smirking. “You’re really good at this.”
Kara let go of Lena’s hand and closed the distance again. “I learned from the best.” Her kiss was firm, commanding even, and she didn’t break it until Lena was breathless. Seizing her, she effortlessly hoisted Lena onto the countertop. Her fingers went to the buttons of Lena’s blouse and her mouth to her pulse point. Lena gasped. “No marks, I have that keynote today.”
She felt Kara grin against her neck. “Shame.” She unbuttoned Lena past her bra and cupped her breasts through the fabric. A skim of her thumbs over Lena’s nipples made her sigh. “No one’s going to see down here, though.” Kara allowed a second for Lena to protest, then planted the fiercest kiss of her life just above the edge of the bra. “Fashionable woman like you deserves a matching set.” As she worked on Lena’s other breast, Lena twisted her hands in Kara’s hair. Her legs crossed behind Kara’s and separated again, as though she couldn’t make up her mind. Kara kissed under her jaw. “Something you want, Lena?”
Lena groaned. “How long have you been planning this?”
Kara went bashful for just a second. “Like a week – and it’s going exactly according to plan.” She started down Lena’s neck again, still fondling her breasts, and Lena’s hands went to her remaining buttons. Kara caught them and planted them firmly on the countertop. “You want something, Lena, you ask for it.”
Lena knew how she must look to Kara: dark eyes, flushed chest, shallow breathing, growing aroused. “I want your hands on my skin.”
Kara smirked. “Is that all?”
Lena growled. “You know damn well what I want.”
“I want to give it to you. But first, you have to give me something.”
Lena was suddenly wary of the look in Kara’s eyes. “What?”
Kara reached behind Lena and retrieved her reporter’s notebook. “About your keynote presentation…”