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there's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think.

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The excitement bubbles under Kara's skin as she awaits the end of the hour.

 

It might have been the longest hour of her life. The anticipation is killing her — along with the doubt and anxiety and soul-crushing fear that maybe she's somehow epically misread the entire situation. That she and Lena aren't about to cross that fine line between friendship and...something more.

 

Kara really hopes she didn't misread the whole thing. Desperately. The aching between her legs needs release and if nothing happens when the time hits, Kara might turn into a murderer.

 

(It was incredibly difficult not to put her toy to use the moment she got home. She was dying inside. She's never felt so unfulfilled, as if an outside force is dragging her in all directions like she's a rubber band but refusing to snap.

 

It took almost all of her willpower to not even sneak her hands down. It probably would only take a few strokes with some dedicated thoughts about the earlier incident — Rao, Lena's voice in her ear — for her to come undone. But she resists the temptation.

 

Kara suspects whatever Lena may have planned will be well worth the wait. Letting that rubber band snap in those moments with her instead of by her own hand would make it that much better.)

 

So, the hour moves slowly. Her getting home took far less than a minute, so there wasn't any commute time to waste the hour. She took a shower — a very cold one — and took the time to wash her skin thoroughly from the mission soot. She paced around the apartment a bit. Ate some cookies. The usual.

 

(Kara doesn't know what to expect, exactly. She's pretty sure that Lena intends to use the comms, but she put on a cute outfit and nice lacy underwear just in case.)

 

She did inspect the third earpiece-looking device for a while. Up close, it looked a lot less like an earpiece, but Kara still couldn't place her finger on what it was. Her current mind assumes some kind of mini vibrator — perhaps a Lena Luthor invention. There doesn't seem to be any way to turn it on, though.

 

Kara ends up turning the comms on five minutes early. It's not that she expects Lena to be there right away, but she just can't wait.

 

"You're early," Lena comments almost the second Kara turns the comms on. "I thought you might be."

 

Kara immediately feels her body turn alert at the voice. Whatever Lena did to her earlier in the day may as well have had a permanent effect. She has a feeling that if they keep this up, Lena's voice is just going to make her horny on the spot like some kind of Pavlovian response.

 

"I just didn't want to be late," Kara answers earnestly. Mainly because she really wants this to happen, and sooner rather than later, please.

 

"Such a good girl," Lena purrs and Kara feels a throb of warmth in her lower belly. "You could never break the rules, could you, Supergirl?"

 

"I break the rules!" Kara defends.

 

Lena laughs lightly. "Only when it's for the greater good."

 

"What was earlier, then?" she challenges. While almost getting off from Lena's meddling during a mission had been exhilarating, it wasn't exactly prime Supergirl behavior.

 

"That," Lena drawls incredibly slowly, her voice as sexy as can be, "was definitely for the greater good."

 

"How so?"

 

"Well, Supergirl needs to be able to focus on important missions," Lena explains, as if she's talking about some kind of business plan. Like this is all perfectly logical. "It's hard to pay attention to anything when you're feeling so needy. What if there was a life to save? I was doing a public service by trying to get you off during some boring data transfer."

 

Another throb. Kara groans lightly.

 

The memory of it is one thing. Lena directly addressing and admitting to it is another.

 

"That's sound logic," she breathes it.

 

"I thought so."

 

"I do have one question," Kara says innocently. At the sound of silence, she continues, "What did you mean by 'release'?"

 

"That was the part that almost did you in?" Lena asks, amused. Kara doesn't dignify that with a response. "Release the USB and come back to the Tower."

 

"No one says 'release' the USB; it's 'eject'," Kara retorts.

 

"You don't eject with a climax," Lena replies. Then, after a thoughtful moment, she amends, "Or maybe you do. Do you?"

 

Kara fumbles her words. "I don't, generally."

 

"Noted."

 

"How did you know?" Kara asks next. She doesn't have to clarify what exactly she's talking about. Lena understands immediately.

 

"You were flushed when you came in. Vitals were showing an increased heartbeat, which spiked when I spoke. And the bed comment? A little on the nose, Kara."

 

"So, your first thought was to make it worse?"

 

"My first thought was to make you come," Lena corrects. "And I was very nearly successful. You would've, if you had been quiet. We would've gotten away with it."

 

Kara lets out a quick huff and groans at the statement.

 

"So, as a punishment, you're going to be silent now," Lena orders. "No moans, cries, or even heavy breathing."

 

Oh, so they're playing games? Kara can do that.

 

"Only if you hold nothing back," Kara fires back before she can think about it. She doesn't regret the demand, though. She knows hearing Lena come undone would be the sexiest thing she will ever hear.

 

"Deal," Lena responds. And then she lets out a slow, low moan.

 

"Rao," Kara gasps at the sound, feeling her clit jump.

 

"Now, now, what did I say?" Lena taunts. "If I hear any more sounds other than answers to my questions, I'll stop."

 

"Lena," Kara warns, "I've been stopped twice today. If you keep me away from coming one more time — "

 

"I have every intention of giving you all the tools you need to have a wonderful, fulfilling time," Lena assures. "Speaking of... Have that little device?"

 

"I do," Kara answers, holding up the small earpiece-looking device. "Let me guess... An especially small bullet vibrator?"

 

"Of sorts," Lena answers vaguely. There's a moment where she instructs Kara on how to place it, and then they're situated and ready to go. "It keeps track of your vitals down there," she explains. "All hot and bothered already, aren't you?"

 

Kara gulps. "It's been a long day."

 

"Well, good thing I'm here to assist you now," Lena responds, voice silky and a preview of the things to come.

 

Yeah. Good thing.

 

Kara bites her lip. "Oh, you liked that," Lena notices. "You didn't even make a sound. Good girl."

 

There's something about Lena calling her 'good girl' that does something unexpected each and every time. There's something about pet names that generally turns Kara off, but that coming from Lena's mouth...

 

"You know, I've always pegged you to be a bottom," Kara admits slowly.

 

"And I always thought you'd be the one pegging me," Lena retorts. The image flashes in Kara's head and she feels more wetness coat her fingers as she places the device. Lena's thought about this before.

 

"You can't just say things like that," Kara whines, trying really hard not to make it sound like a pleasurable whine. It's a complaining whine, for sure.

 

Lena chuckles. "That's the whole point. It wouldn't be such a fun game if I didn't tease you a little."

 

"I thought we would be going with innuendos, not — "

 

"Innuendos aren't needed in a private line. I can talk about how much I want you to peg me without hiding it."

 

Kara bites down on the flesh of her inner mouth to avoid making a sound at that. "Maybe later," she responds steadily. "I'm a bit busy right now."

 

"Are you now?"

 

"Y — "

 

Suddenly, there's a click and her entire body begins vibrating.

 

Kara can't think. It's the most delicious feeling she's ever felt. Whatever Lena's experimental vibrator is, it's doing things to her she didn't think possible. The vibrations are intense against her clit that it's almost far too much and she's rising and holy mother of all things living

 

The rubber band snaps.

 

She comes harder than she can ever remember. Her hips shoot off the bed and the trembling begins in her thighs, rippling through her body along with a burning heat that overcomes her. She has half a mind to throw a hand over her mouth, even though she's already been screaming and has already lost the game. It doesn't do much to muffle her cries as her body spasms at the intensity of her all-consuming orgasm, so she sticks a couple fingers in her mouth and sucks like her life depends on it. It works; the energy put into her moans is repurposed into biting down hard on her fingers.

 

Kara comes down from her high after what feels like an eternity, feeling glorious, yet ashamed at the same time. She's never come so fast in her life. All it took were a few strokes, Lena's voice, and, what? Ten seconds of the best vibrator she's ever experienced?

 

"Did you just come?" Lena asks joyfully. She knows she just did. Kara can picture the stupid smug smirk and raised eyebrow she's wearing as she says it, and resists the urge to groan.

 

She takes a second to regain her voice. Her entire body is still reeling from that. "It caught me by surprise!" she defends.

 

"It's okay," Lena assures, still sounding like she's grinning as wide as the Cheshire cat. "I'll allow it; this prototype is pretty unexpected. And I did start at the highest setting."

 

"Good," Kara exhales. "I'm gonna need a minute."

 

"That epic, huh?"

 

"I'm seeing stars," she answers. "I think it may have taken 'mind-blowing' to a whole new literal level."

 

"Feeling better now that you've come?" Lena asks.

 

"Definitely."

 

"Good, maybe you'll be better at being quiet for the next round."

 

"So, we're continuing the game?"

 

"Of course," Lena responds. "We still have to practice for comms after that terrible failure, Supergirl."

 

"Are you seriously looking to perfect our phone sex for when we're on mission?" Kara asks incredulously.

 

"It's not like I have plans to ravish you with innuendos through a radio," Lena defends. "It's just best to be prepared."

 

Kara groans at the hypothetical of this happening in the future. That Lena has the power to make her go down on her knees just from some careful wording in her comms. She could be an unsuspecting victim at any time.

 

"That's your last allowed sound," Lena interrupts. "Ready to get back on mission, Supergirl?"

 

Kara doesn't think she'll ever be ready. She nods.

 

"If you're nodding, I can't see you," Lena points out. "Unfortunately."

 

"Oh! Yes."

 

"Good girl," she replies. Kara feels another surge of warmth that makes her toes curl, and that's before the vibrator turns on again.

 

When the vibrating starts, it's more subtle. It's almost excruciating how it barely seems to scratch any itches. It's almost like a slow hum, bringing her blood to a slow simmer rather than a boil. Kara closes her eyes, trying to get lost in the feeling. Rolls her hips, trying to chase more.

 

"You know, Brainy put me in charge of your suit repairs and upgrades," Lena converses casually, like she's not torturing Kara right now.

 

Kara takes a couple deep breaths before replying, "You're a good fit. I'm sure your upgrades will be perfect."

 

"I'm sure they will be," Lena responds, very self-assured. "But I was thinking of maybe adding this device to the suit."

 

"This device?"

 

"Yes," Lena says, not clarifying anything at all. "I think it could be incredibly useful."

 

"How so?" Kara asks, trying to drag a little more information. The second word comes out a little high pitched when the vibration turns up a level.

 

"Hmm, don't think I didn't notice you using the friction of your suit earlier," Lena explains. "I wanted to help you beyond the commentary."

 

Oh.

 

Lena's talking about the vibrator.

 

Lena's talking about the vibrator being added to the suit.

 

Kara's toes curl. Her fingers dig into her thigh.

 

"I see you're a fan of the idea," Lena laughs.

 

"Yes," Kara grinds out. "Aren't you supposed to be loud right now?"

 

"I'm a little more focused on you, but if it really matters..." Lena lets out a slow purr, which morphs into a groan. Kara's eyes roll back and she bites the inside of her mouth to prevent a returning noise. "Was that sufficient, Supergirl?"

 

"More than — "

 

The vibrations turn up. Kara gulps down a strangled gasp. She gets the feeling that things will only get harder from here, so she sneaks a hand to her mouth, ready to cover it if needed.

 

"So, how about that data from earlier?" Lena continues casually as Kara is dying inside. "I've been looking it over."

 

"W-what did you find?" Kara asks.

 

"Not much," Lena answers with disappointment. "I've been rubbing through it so fast."

 

Ah, back to the innuendos.

 

"I think it's meant to be, 'scrubbing through it'," Kara points at through her teeth, the idea of Lena touching herself making the heat in her body spread.

 

"Just go with it."

 

The vibrations turn up. Kara screams, "Oh — !"

 

"What was that, Supergirl?"

 

Kara thinks fast. "Oh, yes, I'll go along with it!" she fixes.

 

"Good girl," Lena whispers. "I've been rubbing the data in and out... In and out... I'm feeling so used. Are you feeling used, Supergirl?"

 

Considering that doesn't even make any sense, "Yes."

 

"Pity."

 

"We were so close to something better, earlier, I can feel it," Lena whines softly. "There's just something here that's begging to be released, don't you think?"

 

"Yes," Kara breathes out. She's getting close to the edge. Her breathing is getting more and more erratic and she's struggling to say more than a sentence.

 

Of course, Lena plays around with that fact.

 

"What's begging to be released?"

 

"The data," Kara grinds out, trying to stay steady. The vibrator is making that increasingly difficult.

 

"No, we all know about the data," Lena clarifies. "But what kind of data?"

 

This is evil. Kara is being expected to think of something clever while in this predicament. Lena, knowing, lowers the vibrations, which makes things even worse.

 

"I'm waiting for your thoughts, Supergirl."

 

"The data..." she starts slowly, unable to think properly, "the data is probably something small. But powerful. And...purple?"

 

Lena stifles a laugh. "Purple?"

 

"My favourite vibrator is purple," Kara admits, her voice suddenly sure. "I want to use it on you."

 

"Oh," Lena whimpers quietly. Kara relishes in the fact that this is the first genuine sound that Lena has made this whole time. She's been reserved and controlled this whole time, completely focused on Kara's pleasure and Kara's pleasure alone. Kara doesn't even think she's been touching herself.

 

"It was the first toy I really liked," Kara narrates. She's at a torturous point of being simulated, but the vibrations aren't enough to hurtle her to an orgasm. "I actually bought a completely different toy, and they threw in the purple vibrator for free."

 

Lena is quiet.

 

"I think you would like it," Kara continues, "along with my fingers."

 

Another small cry from Lena. She's quiet, as if she's trying to hold it in.

 

"Louder," Kara instructs. "The deal was that you're supposed to be loud. You certainly should be loud when I use my tongue."

 

"Fuck," Lena whispers filthily. "What's a girl gotta do to make that happen?"

 

"Turn the vibrations up and let me come," Kara demands. "I'll do my best to be quiet. I want you to scream."

 

"Shit," Lena breathes. Kara doesn't need super-tech with vitals analysis to know that Lena is super turned on by this. There's a little bit of shuffling and then a buzzing sound. "Hold on a minute. Let me catch up," she begs.

 

"Okay," Kara agrees stupidly. It's going to be super hard not coming immediately just at the fact she knows that Lena is using a vibrator currently. Lena's next moan makes it even worse.

 

"Talk," Lena requests helplessly.

 

Talking will be really hard when Kara's busy biting on her knuckles to keep from moaning. She drags her hand away a moment just to say, "Lena, I've wanted to go down on you for as long as I've known you."

 

Lena moans at that.

 

"All those times having lunch in your office, I wondered what it'd be like to have you sprawled on the chair," Kara continues. "You'd be trying to work and I'd be busy sucking."

 

"Oh God," Lena gasps.

 

"And you're right," Kara adds. "I would peg you. I have this pink one that makes me think of you every time I use it."

 

"Kara," she whines. "Kara, I need you."

 

And for the first time in the day, Kara has a moment of striking clarity.

 

"You have me," she assures her. "You have me, as long as you want me."

 

"Kara, I'm close," Lena says in between small cries of pleasure. The vibrator on Kara suddenly grows back to its previous intensity. Kara gasps and Lena snaps, "Quiet," before her words are drowned out by her own moans.

 

"Lena," Kara gasps out, "I'm... I'm — "

 

Kara sticks the side of her hand in her mouth, as it's the only thing that proven to make her quiet. She bites down, hard, as the climb to the edge becomes too intense to do anything else. "Kara — !" Lena screams out and that's all it takes.

 

"Kara, Kara, Kara!" Lena is pleading as Kara lets the orgasm flow through her. She cries out through her hand as an intense pleasure grows from her clit to spread throughout her entire body, forcing it into intense tremors. Lena's chanting and moaning only prolongs the feeling, and Kara's mind is blissfully numb as she arches her back and lifts her hips.

 

"Kara, I'm coming!" Lena screams and Kara feels the white-hot heat spread across her body again. Lena cries out in bursts and Kara hasn't heard a better sound in her life.

 

Kara's entire body feels like pudding when she finally comes down. The only things going back and forth between them are harsh breaths as they regain their composure from the intensity of their orgasms.

 

"Wow," Kara mumbles after a couple minutes. "Wow."

 

If she thought that first orgasm was the best one she's ever had, she was wrong. Nothing compares to the high she just felt, coming just around the same time as Lena. The teeth marks around her knuckles are deep, stinging a little; but Kara can't help but feel proud at how well she managed to keep the noises in.

 

"How long would it take you to fly to my place?" Lena asks breathily.

 

Kara feels her clit pulse again — already? — at the thought of them doing this in person. If she didn't desperately need to regain her senses after everything, she'd be flying there already, throwing Lena onto her bed, and licking the cum right off of her.

 

"Give me a minute," Kara regretfully answers. "Then I'll be there."

 

Lena laughs. "Good, because after that atrocious attempt of trying to be quiet, I think this comms arrangement isn't going to work so well."

 

Dammit.