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Lena took a deep, shaky breath. Positive. Positive. She looked down at the bright pink plus sign and back up to her reflection in the mirror. Her smile was plastered on her face without even thinking about it. It was possibly the biggest, happiest smile she had seen on herself, although it was going up against the one that had been a constant on her wedding day, so she wasn’t sure. She grasped firmly onto the stick in her shaking hands, needing the truth it gives her. She’s pregnant. Her mind swam and her heart raced with so so many possibilities and so so much anticipation. The nerves and the excitement blended comfortably inside her, again reminding her of what else is inside her. Unbashful, stunned tears fell down her face and contrasted her huge, uncontainable grin. Her limp left hand slowly placed itself on her stomach, and her scientific brain knew she couldn’t feel her child yet, but her full heart made her gasp softly anyway. She stood there for what felt like hours, and it must have been actual hours because her phone’s buzzing with Kara’s ringtone is the thing that tears her out of the small bubble of their bathroom.

‘Hey Lee. I’ve just finished up at the office and will be home in a bit.’ Lena wiped her tears away quickly, even with knowing that ‘in a bit’ meant 30 minutes as Kara preferred walking to flying when she could.

‘Okay Love. See you then.’ Lena tried to keep her voice as level as she could, but clearly failed.

‘Are you okay Lena? What happened?’ Came her wife’s instant reply.

‘Sorry I just, uh, watched a really sad film.’

‘Awh babe. I’m sorry. Tell me about it when I get home?’ Thankfully, Kara bought into it.

‘Yeah. Yep. I will. Be safe.’

She shoved the test in the lead lined box at the back of her closet (she kept it even after giving Kara the engagement ring) and made up a whole movie plot to Kara when she got home. And if her wife noticed her insanely large smiles and deep breaths to try and tone her excitement, she didn’t comment.

Kara didn’t even comment on her barely repressed squeal when she said no to wine. Kara was ever kind and ever thoughtful, not pushing Lena into admitting anything about her weird behaviour, and Lena’s love for her grew more and more.

Lena decided she’d wait until the weekend to tell her wife, knew her too well, knew she’d need at least a few days to tone down her elation enough to be professional enough for work. So she waited, patiently and painfully waited the 3 days it took to hit Saturday morning.

Before Kara could even wake, Lena got up, peed and grabbed the box she had been sneaking looks at for the whole week.

‘Kara, hun wake up.’ Lena traced her wife’s face with her finger gently. She would’ve felt guilty waking her up on a Saturday, but she hadn’t had a fight last night so shouldn’t be too tired.

‘Mhm morning love.’ She carefully cracked her blue eyes open and a blinding grin took over her face. Kara pulled herself up groggily but the kiss she pushed onto Lena’s lips was anything but.

‘Good morning sweetie. I have a surprise.’ Lena’s body shook with nerves and excitement.

‘What is it?’ Kara’s sleepy smile became more awake and she propped her body up.

‘Here.’ Lena shoved the box into Kara’s hand.

‘Lee... that last time something was in this, it was an engagement ring. What’s this?’ Kara’s soft and curious eyes met hers.

‘Open it.’ Lena whispered with a chuckle.

‘Okay.’ Kara peeled back the lid as if what was inside was gold. In a sense, it was.

A silence overcame both of them as Kara peered in the box, grabbed the stick gently and gasped as realisation hit her.

After more stunned silence, Kara looked up with wet eyes.

‘Lena, you’re pregnant?’ Her smile was growing by the second.

‘Yeah I am Kar.’ Lena’s soft smile grew too, watching her wife’s building reaction.

‘Oh Rao.’ And then a few seconds of nothing before another ‘oh Rao.’

And before another word was said, an extatique shout was let out by Kara and in a flurry, Lena was attacked with a hug so hard, it almost made her breathless.

‘Oh my... Lena. Lena!’ She murmured into Lena’s shoulder as she squeezed her wife, said shoulder turning slowly wetter.

‘Kara, a bit too tight.’ Lena breathed out.

‘Oh Rao sorry. Oh god, is the baby okay? I’m sorry.’ Kara lessened her strength but stayed securely wrapped around her wife.

‘It’s okay Kara.’ Lena smiled into Kara’s broad shoulder at her enthusiasm.

‘We’re going to be parents.’ She heard Kara whisper.

‘We are.’ Lena whispered back.

‘Lena,’ Kara breathed deeply and detangles herself slightly so she could look at Lena sincerely ,’you realise this is everything to me? I love you so much. God I love you so much.'

'I realise Kara. This is everything to me too. I love you profusely too.’ Lena held eye contact and grasped Kara’s hand, placing it in her stomach with a light intake of breath.

Kara closed her eyes and a few more tears ran down her face. ‘Lena.’ She whimpered with unkempt emotion.

Lena pulled her back into her chest, Kara keeping her hand on Lena’s stomach even at the odd angle.

‘This baby, is going to have so much love. And so much culture.’ Lena mumbled into her wife’s hair.

‘Culture?’ Kara pulled back a second time.

‘Everything you taught me about krypton, you’ll teach them. We can speak Kryptonese at home if you want. Whatever part of your world you want to give, you’ll give it. Kara, you’ve wanted your planet to live on, and it does. In you, and in Alex and in me, thanks to your stories. And now it’ll live on in our child. Who can pass it down to their child.’

Kara let out a strangled sob, followed by several other ones and buried her head in Lena’s neck, repeating ‘I love you’ in Kryptonese into her skin about 100 times.

‘I love you too. I love you too Kara.’

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Kara fumbles with her glasses as she stumbled into Snapper’s office.

‘Kara where’s the article I asked you for?’ He barked and glanced at her before going back to paperwork.

‘I put it on your desk yesterday sir.’ Kara replied, tense and nervous as always when facing her boss.

‘I didn’t see it. Find it and bring it to me.’

Kara sighed. She could see her messy handwriting on the page underneath the one he was currently reading but decided to not be smart about it.

‘Of course sir.’ She chirped, somehow finding a way to almost fall on her way out. It was the training Alex had reinforced years ago.

Be clumsy, it’ll make you look human.

Clearly, Alex’s teachings had been far better than either of them expected, as Kara was always tripping over things.

She sighed again and rubbed at her eyes under her glasses, not before feeling a slight strain in them as she forgot her restraint on her powers. Forehead crinkled and shoulders up to her ears, she went back to her overflowing desk.

Later on in the day, a super emergency arose, and with it so did Kara from the private balcony of CatCo in her suit.

She flew to the crime scene, a bank robbery, and handled the criminals quickly and efficiently. However, one of them did make a quite rude comment.

Fuck you, you alien scum. You don’t belong on this earth.

It stung, as every anti-alien insult did, but she shook it off, as Alex shouted at her through the comms that a fire had started on a street and she was needed asap. Alex had heard the criminals words, offered a sharp

Sorry Supergirl

And carried on. Kara knew it wasn’t her fault. But Alex was her sister, and it maddened her when her emotions were short with her, with Supergirl, out on the field.

There were several other incidents in the city that day, leading her to an almost non stop 2 hours of crime fighting.

We can’t see anything else at the moment Supergirl. Come into the DEO to rest.

Kara heard Alex’s hard voice over the comm still in her ear, but she didn’t really feel like going to the DEO. She didn’t really feel like being Supergirl for the rest of the day.

Agent Danvers, can I request to go home instead?

Kara heard Alex sigh.

Make sure to get rest there Supergirl.

Kara knew that was code for use the sun beds that were installed at home. Kara nodded, even though her sister couldn’t see, turned off the comms and headed home.

When she got to the familiar balcony, she sighed for the billionth time today, but in relief. As soon as she touched down, she got through the sliding doors, took off her suit, put her hair in a messy bun and gently removed her necklace, putting the ring that was hanging from it back on her finger.

‘Lee?’ She called out.

‘Hey darling.’ Lena walked out of her home office and into the living room, looking soft in a pair of sweats and one of Kara’s sweatshirts.

Kara didn’t use super speed due to exhaustion, but she might as well have been as she reached Lena quickly, sagging into her body in a hug.

‘Bad day?’ Lena murmured.

‘The worst.’ Kara replied.

Lena rubbed her back soothingly and placed a few light kisses on her shoulder.

‘Chinese?’ Lena asked.

‘Please. I need to lie on the sunbeds for a few minutes before is that okay?’ Kara replied.

‘Of course it is love. I’ll order, you go and get comfy for a bit. I cleaned them just today.’

‘Thank you.’

‘There’s no need to thank me Kar. Now go.’ Lena gently pushed on her.

Half an hour later, Kara was more replenished and was wolfing down her third box of potstickers.

Lena never once looked at her in disgust, only adoration.

After dinner, they went to bed, both tired from the day.

As Lena tucked herself into Kara’s chest and wrapped her arms around her, Kara reflected on her life as she always did before sleep.

She was Kara Danvers. And she was Supergirl. But with Lena, she was Kara Zorel and she was home.

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it’s okay Kara, you tried.

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When Lena was adopted, she kept hold of one thing from Ireland. A small diary her mom had kept. The only words her mother had written were

1993 January 5th- Tuesday

Swimming with Lena x

The day her mother had died. It still stung to open the diary and read those words, but she had sworn to herself to write in it from time to time to keep her mother with her somehow. January the 5ths and most Tuesdays after that were seen as a shitty day for Lena. But, without fail, about 5 times a year, on a Tuesday, she wrote small details of her life onto the worn pages. Most were simple

Had a bad day.

Or a

Saw a cute kitten and smiled.

But no matter how small, she still wrote them down. She didn’t write them in the right date or the right day, just jotted them down, cramming them into the boxes so as not to waste any space.

And then, one random Tuesday, after she had moved to her national city, Kara Danvers flipped her world. The Tuesday entry she wrote that day was

Met a cute girl today :)

Let it be known, Lena never used smiley faces. But she couldn’t seem to stop thinking of the small hint of a smile she saw grace Miss danvers face.

A month later, a unusually small gap between entries, she writes in the diary again.

The cute girl is my friend

And then Lena couldn’t help herself and wrote about Kara more and more in her diary as she got closer to her. One entry read

I like Kara. But I love her as well.

That was after her fight with her over keeping her Supergirl secret. She was mad for a time, but her love was all consuming and overpowering, so she gave up and surrendered herself fully to Kara.

A week later, an entry said

I think Kara flirted with me today. Things are looking up

Two weeks after that, Lena’s entry actually fell on a Tuesday. Fitting, she thought.

Kara kissed me on a Tuesday. I think it might be lucky after all.

The entries continued

Kara asked me to be her girlfriend. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I thought we already were.

Date night was amazing. As always

I met Eliza. She gave me a hug. I love her already

Alex said she loved me like a sister and I almost cried

Kara and I are moving in together. God I love her

This is the night I ask her to marry me

She said yes!

This one may or may not have had a tear stain smudging it.

They stopped after that. For a long time, Lena felt no need to write down her thoughts, simply share them with her wife and bask in the happiness and love she brings her. But she never forgot her mom. Could never forget her. She told Kara about the small memories she had and Kara listened and held her when a tear escaped. But then one day the entries started up again, because Lena had to tell her mom.

Today I found out I was pregnant

This one definitely had tear stains on it

Kara is over the moon. So am I

There was a 9 month gap between that one and her last ever entry.

Today, on a Tuesday, I met my daughter Lily. She’s gorgeous. I love her so much (so does Kara) and it’s only been a few days. I could look at her forever. I wish you had met her. I love you mom x

Years and years later, Lily Dnavers-Luthor found a dusty diary in the loft of her parents house she was supposed to be clearing out for them. When she read it, she cried. She didn’t tell her moms that. She just went down the stairs to where they were sitting, snuggled up together on the sofa like they always were on rest days. She gave the diary to Lena, who recognised the cover immediately. She opened her arms for Lily to dive into, opened the book, and read it out loud to both of them. It was the first time Kara had heard it, and if they all cried a little as they listened to Lena read it... well no one will know.

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She’s a she’s a lady...

And I’m just a line without a hook

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Kara pinned Lena down onto the mattress and kissed her with unkempt force and passion. Kara’s nose pushed against Lena’s slightly to try and get a better angle, but instead made their lips detatch and Kara’s lips ended up on Lena’s cheek. Her cheeks instantly reddened with embarrassment, but Lena only chuckled lovingly and pulled her face back towards her own. Regaining some confidence, Kara moved her hands further up her girlfriends sides and reached the underside of her boob. Lena, impatient as ever, hastily trapped Kara’s hand and guided it onto her left breast, instantly arching into the contact.

‘Impatient?’ Kara murmured onto Lena’s lips.

Lena moved her mouth away to laugh, removing the hand that was on top of Kara’s to swat at her arm.

‘Shut up.’ Lena said in a breathy tone that made Kara remember exactly where her hand was. She gave a firm squeeze, and her body shivered in response to the guttural moan from beneath her. She had never had this casual banter and intimacy when it came to sex, but with Lena it was completely comfortable.

Kara tweaked a nipple, and then the other, and then repeated it until Lena was squirming underneath her and pleading for more.

Tentatively and softly, she trailed her hand over curves until she reached where Lena wanted her, all the while kissing those irresistible lips.

Lena gasped into her mouth at the first brush over her centre, shuddering in anticipation and pleasure.

Kara slowly circled her clit, revelling in the groan Lena let’s out.

Slowly but forcefully, she entered her with a finger. Lena clenched around her and she started up a rhythm Lena matched perfectly with her hips.

‘Kara..’ Lena pleaded.

Kara, never one to let down her girlfriend, added another finger. She kept up the rhythm until she was three fingers deep.

That was, ever the cockblocker, Alex decided to barge in.

‘Kara what the hell are you doing you weren’t answering- oh shit!’ Kara looked back at her sister who now had both hands over her eyes and turning away for good measure.

‘Alex-‘ kara started, very much aware she was still knuckle deep in Lena who’s heart rate was still racing the way she did when she was about to come.

‘Nope. No. No. I am leaving. I do not want to see that.’ Alex blindly tried to find the door handle.

‘Alex... we’ll um talk about this later?’ Kara asked, trying to tone down the obvious breathlessness of her voice.

‘Yep. Whatever. I’m going to the bar. I need bleach. I need to bleach my eyes.’ Kara heard Alex mutter as she made her way to the front door. A few moments later they heard a slam.

‘Where were we?’ Kara twitched her fingers with a mischievous grin and Lena moaned loudly.

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Agent Danvers

So I guess you’re banging my sister?

Lena Luthor

... that would be correct

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This is how I imagine Kara and Lena’s first night together :)

Kara steps out onto the balcony, needing a moment away from the seemingly impossible warmth of her bed she has never had to process before. Her arms ache slightly, but not from any alien fight, and that in itself fills her with an overwhelming sense of joy. She leans on the railing and takes in a lungful of cold air. Emotions swirl aimlessly around her head, not sure where to go. A small noise makes her turn around. Lena looks up at her with bleary eyes, the childlike action falling heavy in Kara’s heart.

‘Lena.’ Kara whispered into the quiet night sky, as if still surprised she is here in front of her.

‘Kara. What are you doing out of bed?’ Lena’s rough, sleepy voice was laced with loving concern.

‘I just needed a minute.’ Kara replied.

‘Oh I’ll just go back then.’ Lena said slightly awkwardly.

‘No. I didn’t need a minute away from you.’ Kara quickly reassured, opening up her arms for a hug to make sure her message was put across.

Lena shuffled clumsily into Kara’s strong arms and was sweeped into a hug.

‘What did you need a minute for?’ Lena murmured into Kara’s shoulder, placing a soft kiss into her skin after she spoke.

‘To think.’ Kara said.

A half answer.

But enough.

Because Kara knew Lena knew. She knew Lena understood what she was feeling. The freedom that comes with happiness and warmth and love. And for both of them it was a lot to take in. After all this time, they had each other the way they wanted.

They both basked in the comfortable silence of their thoughts, each of them drifting back to the other as they always did.

‘Back to bed?’ Lena softly asked.

‘Back to bed.’ Kara confirmed.

Kara’s bed had never felt so warm.

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Lena's wardrobe planning must be a nightmare. Every day she has to account for the fact that this might finally be the day she and Kara fuck in a semi-public space

“Tell me again what this article’s about?”

She asks it innocently, as if she genuinely can’t remember. As if she hadn’t spent an extra 40 minutes this morning dripping in a towel in the middle of her walk-in closet, determined to select the perfect outfit for this very conversation.

The way Kara’s eyes are glued to the exposed lines of her clavicle as she sits down tells her the extra deliberation was entirely worth it.

“It’s just a puff piece,” Kara says offhandedly, taking a seat on the far side of Lena’s desk. Or at least, she tries to take a seat but misses the chair entirely, pitching forward and almost taking half the contents of Lena’s desk with her. It’s only her superspeed that saves Lena’s water jug from its collision course with the ground and Kara rights it with sweaty fingers that leave faint smudges on the glass, blushing.

“Are you alright, darling?” Lena asks gently, biting her lip to keep from smirking as Kara, redder than a fire hydrant, finally takes her seat.

“Fine,” the blonde manages, only a little strangled. “Sorry. Just— misjudged the, you know. Chair.”

“Distracted?” Lena asks coyly, voice dipping a smooth half-octave lower as she arches an eyebrow.

She watches in barely restrained delight as Kara’s throat works. “No,” the blonde manages after a moment. “Just— busy. Articles, deadlines. You know how it is.” She seems to have regained her footing now, smoothing her hands over her slacks before reaching into her purse for a pad and pen. “The article’s another clickbait piece, basically. Dress for success: the wardrobes of women in power. Andrea’s making me write it.”

Kara’s voice drips with so much disgust that Lena purses her lips in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Kara. If there’s anything I can do—”

“Don’t be silly,” Kara says instantly, face breaking into a shy smile. “It means I get to spend the afternoon with you. And your wardrobe has always been very—” she breaks off, hand gesturing in the air between them as though she might be able to pluck the right word out of the ether. “—impressive,” she finishes with a small swallow, eyes delicately averted from the expanse of creamy skin on display before her.

“You think so?”

“Of course,” Kara says quickly. Her still floundering hand drifts back and forth in the air as if to encompass Lena’s general existence. “I’d ask if you dressed up specially for this interview, but honestly you always look like that.”

“Like that?” Lena repeats, a teasing lilt to her tone. She leans back in her office chair, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her dress. This piece, a deep red off-the-shoulder dress with a V-shaped neckline plunging just enough to be borderline workplace inappropriate, had cost more than a small car and been custom-made and shipped to her from an upscale boutique in Paris. Looking now at Kara’s wide eyes and pink cheeks, every last cent of import tax feels absolutely worth it. “Like what, exactly?”

Kara’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click and she stares down at the pad in her hands with such intensity that Lena absently wonders if the offending paper is about to be laser-visioned.

“Shall we start with the questions, then?” Kara says quickly, clicking her ballpoint pen with enough force that it shatters the entire casing. She stares forlornly down at the plastic shards in her palm until Lena clears her throat, passing another pen to the blonde with a wordless smile.

Kara removes the lid from the offered pen with the delicacy and focus of someone disarming a bomb. “I hope you don’t find this insulting,” she says as she turns to a fresh page, finally meeting Lena’s eyes again. “I mean, you’re one of the greatest minds in the country and I’m here to ask you about your clothes.”

“Not at all. Wardrobe planning is an extremely involved affair,” Lena deadpans, tilting her head to one side and relishing the way Kara’s eyes skate the cut of her jaw. “Quantum mechanics is nothing compared to the challenge of pairing the right shirt with the right jacket.”

“Right,” Kara says absently, her gaze fixed on the regal column of Lena’s bare throat. She’d foregone a necklace this morning and pulled her still-curly hair up into a soft bun for this exact purpose; knowing that her natural waves were Kara’s favourite, but knowing too that a dress like this deserved to be unencumbered by loose hair or jewellery to really reach its full potential.

“So, um,” Kara starts before swallowing hard, reaching for the glass of water waiting for her on the desk and downing its contents in one swift gulp. “What’s your, um, selection process? How would you describe your wardrobe requirements?”

One corner of Lena’s mouth tugs upwards. “As a woman in a male-dominated world, I’ve learned to use my wardrobe as a tool. My clothing has to be professional without appearing intimidating, project confidence without audacity. Visual impressions precede all other business dealings; I can tailor my wardrobe to my audience the way I would tailor a speech or a press release. When done correctly, it helps me get what I want.”

Kara is staring at her in rapt attention, eyes flicking rhythmically between Lena’s eyes and mouth. She hasn’t written a single thing on the pad in her lap.

“And of course, I have to be careful in the lab,” Lena continues, leaning forward to fold her hands together on the desk in front of her and squeezing her arms ever so slightly against the sides of her chest. It’s always prudent to take advantage of one’s strengths, and the plunging neckline of this particular outfit leaves no doubt in Lena’s mind as to which of her assets she should be emphasising right now. “I can’t wear anything that could prove dangerous.”

“Do you do that often?” Kara asks a little dazedly, gaze now focused a solid foot below Lena’s face. “Wear things that are d-dangerous?”

Lena smirks. Kara’s eyes are locked on Lena’s chest, following its gentle rise and fall with a tangible hunger. It lights a fire in Lena. “You tell me.”

The office falls utterly silent, the air between them leaden with tension. Kara’s eyes linger at the juncture where pale skin gives way to deep red fabric for one more aching moment before beginning a torturously slow crawl up Lena’s chest and neck to meet her gaze once more.

The blue eyes that lock back onto hers are dark and greedy, pupils blown wide. The sight sets Lena’s heart thud-thudding in her chest and damn the superhearing that has surely picked up on it, damn the owner of said superhearing whose lips quirk up in a barely-there smirk.

“You know,” Kara starts, pausing as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Lena can’t stop her own eyes from dropping heavy to take in the sight and the blonde’s smirk grows another degree. “I think if I’m going to do this piece justice, I really need to see the full picture.”

Lena can do little more than stare in silent confusion until Kara stands, dropping her pad carelessly onto the chair and rounding the desk to where Lena sits. “Stand up?” she asks in a low voice, holding out a hand. “That looks like a dress that deserves to be properly admired.”

Lena swallows hard against her suddenly dry throat, taking the proffered hand mutely and rising a little unsteadily to her feet. Kara steps closer until they’re toe to toe and Lena’s not even breathing as a tanned hand reaches up and gently releases her hair from its bun, letting dark curls fall freely across her bare shoulders.

But Kara’s hand doesn’t return to her side once it accomplishes its mission. It tugs through the curls now tickling Lena’s neck, the backs of her knuckles dragging lightly against Lena’s throat until she can’t restrain a shiver. It continues its wandering, sliding up the back of Lena’s neck to bury itself fully in her hair, thumb extended to rub at the hinge of Lena’s jaw.

“Is it?” Kara asks quietly, and Lena barely represses an honest-to-god whine at the sensation of the blonde’s breath hitting her lips.

“What?” she whispers, feeling Kara’s thumb shift against her skin.

“Is this outfit helping you get what you want?”

Lena swallows hard, the movement causing Kara’s thumb to slip down her neck until it trips to a stop directly over her thundering pulse. Lena takes a deep, decidedly un-calming breath, and tries with her last shred of rational thought to claw back the control of the situation she had at some point so thoroughly surrendered. “You tell m—”

She doesn’t even get the last word out before Kara’s lips are on hers, hot and insistent and perfect and fucking finally, and Lena just. Gives up. Gives up access to her mouth as soon as Kara’s tongue hits the seam of her lips, gives up trying to hold back her moans when Kara licks in warm and wet, starts sucking on her tongue.

Gives in to the desire, years in the making, to smooth her hands over Kara’s biceps, her broad muscular shoulders. Gives in to the urge to crush their bodies together, to finally feel the delicious press of the toned planes of Kara’s frame against every one of her own curves.

The hand not still buried in Lena’s hair begins charting an exploratory path up Lena’s side, across her ribs, and Lena is grateful for the sheerness of the skin-tight fabric that does nothing to dull the burning trail Kara’s palm is blazing against her skin.

Three things happen then in quick succession: Kara’s wandering fingers reach the underside of Lena’s breast and the sudden contact causes her other hand to tighten its grip in Lena’s hair, tugging sharply. Lena gasps, head falling backwards as a low groan rips from her throat at the slight sting. Kara’s mouth drops hot and wet to Lena’s neck, lips and teeth sucking and scraping over her rocketing pulse until Lena’s writhing against her.

“How long have you wanted this?” Kara pants, trailing kisses across Lena’s jaw and down the curve of her throat. “How long could I have been doing this?”

Lena’s eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging tight into firm shoulders as Kara sucks another mark into the skin above her collarbone. She lingers long enough that Lena knows it will bruise and in this dress, with this amount of skin on display and no way to cover it up, the thought sends a thrill through her that has her arching up into the heat of Kara’s mouth. “Oh, I don’t know,” she answers breathily, tugging Kara closer still. “How long have I been dressing like this?”

It’s Kara who moans then, reaching down to hook her hands under Lena’s thighs and lifting her onto the desk, pressing herself tight between Lena’s spread legs. In the back of her mind, Lena registers an inordinate rush of gratitude toward her past self for booking out three hours for this interview and issuing strict do not disturb instructions to her assistant.

“Gorgeous as this dress is, it’s kind of in the way,” Kara pants, one hand sliding under the hem of the offending material to skim up Lena’s bare thigh. “But it looks expensive, I don’t want to rip it—”

“Rip it,” Lena gasps immediately, tugging Kara’s mouth desperately back to her own. Preserving an item of clothing has never been further from her mind than in this exact moment. And as she’d said to Kara, her wardrobe had always functioned primarily as means to an end.

And what an end this was turning out to be.

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