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evilsnowswan · 4 years

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The Lake

Summary: After everything is said and done and Lex is finally defeated, Kara invites Lena to Sand Point Lake in Midvale. Out of all the places on earth she could be, a lake in the middle of nowhere doesn’t even make Lena’s Top 100, but it’s Kara who’s asking, so does she even have a choice? A.k.a. a fluffy Supercorp beach day.

Chapter One is POV Lena. Chapter Two POV Kara. They're both gay and dumb.

Loosely inspired by @lisamar1exo‘s glorious summertime supercorp art.

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The Lake | Chapter (2/2): Two (Kara) | COMPLETE

Jumping was almost like flying and the cool water felt wonderful on her hot skin. Floating on her back, feeling wonderfully weightless, Kara looked up at the blue sky.

Oh, how she loved swimming. Always had. Back when Eliza had taken her to the pool two times a week to learn properly—after the first time and, at least, for the next ten times after that, minimum—she had told her that she wanted to live there and meant it. When she dove under, the world went blissfully quiet and blurry, giving her ears and eyes a much needed reprieve—before she had to come back up for air, because even Supergirl couldn't breathe underwater.

She could hold her breath though. Pretty long too. Longer than Alex, anyway.

The only damper on her mood was that Lena had stayed behind on the beach, choosing not to go for a swim with them. Kara knew not to pry or push—that did get you nowhere with Lena—but she couldn’t understand how Lena could stay behind and read a book when there was something as magnificent as this lake right in front of her.

Then again, there were a lot of things she still didn’t understand about Lena. Not fully, anyway. But Lena had come back; back to the good side, the right side, the only side; back to her. She had made the right choice when it counted and come through at each and every turn ever since. Not just for Supergirl, but for all the Superfriends. Hadn’t it been for Lena, Eli’s adoption might have fallen through and Kara didn’t even want to think about what that would have done to Alex.

So, there were a lot of things she was grateful to Lena for too.

And the rest?—They’d work it out eventually.

Eliza always said, good things took time and, if you wanted something to be good, you had to put in the time, the effort, and the love. Just lots and lots of love.

The important thing was that Lena was her friend again. And that she had come today.

“Again?” Nia’s head popped up next to her, and Kara laughed. “Or do you surrender, Supergirl?”

“Never!” Kara kicked her legs and dove, somersaulting underwater, so she was the right way up again. “I don't bend, I don't break, and I don’t decline a challenge!”

Before she could make good on her word, though, there was an ear-piercingly loud whistle from the beach that startled them both. Alex.

“Ugh! A clean cut right through your eardrums. Every. Time.” Kara covered her left ear with one hand while waving with the other, so Alex wouldn’t whistle again. “I mean, she knows I have super-hearing, and she still does… THAT!” She complained as she and Nia paddled for the shore. “It’s like she enjoys torturing me.”

When they reached the beach, Alex was waiting for her, feet in the wet sand, hands on hips, and eyebrows raised. “Finally, Kara!” she huffed, giving her a look. “Don’t think I wouldn’t have gotten in there to get you, because I would have.”

Nia chose that moment to quietly duck out of the conversation and sprint for her towel. Traitor.

“I heard you whistle, Alex.” Kara whipped wet hair out of her eyes, pushing it over her shoulder. “We came right in.”

“Hmph. I called you. Twice,” her sister said. “Maybe you need to get your super-ears checked. Now, c’mon, Kara, people are hungry and the cooler needs some—gentle!—touching-up.” Alex wrapped a beach towel around her shoulders like a cape, then guided her towards the grill and the little group huddled in the shade behind it, a firm warm hand on her back. “Argh, Kara! I know you can’t physically turn blue or anything, but you’re practically gelid.”

Tying Alex’s towel around her neck, Kara sniggered.

She tended to the cooler first, then grabbed the apron—‘Will cook for kisses’ embroidered on it in swirly lettering—from the beach chair and tied it around her waist.

Humming along to the tinny song on the portable radio, she fired up the grill with her heat vision as Kelly and Alex brought over rubbed steaks, sausages, ears of corn, and buns and set everything on the folding table by the grill.

“I hope everybody brought their appetites!”

Of course, she could have just heated up their food instead, but where was the fun in that? The grill always meant hot dogs, burgers, and steaks. It was a perfect late afternoon for that. Eliza had also forced salad and veggies on them. And there was enough potatoes au gratin left over from when Kelly had made them yesterday to make a nice side dish. Kelly, just like Eliza, always made extra. Somewhere in the cooler, too, were also a nice peach cobbler and whipped cream, Kara knew, but Alex would keep her eagle eye on that—at least until she had made sure there was something green in both Eli and Kara first.

It had taken her more than a few tries over the years, but Kara now knew how to get the grill to the perfect temperature quickly—without setting the charcoal or the meat ablaze—and she was mighty proud of that.

Satisfied with today’s work, she rubbed her hands, meaning to call out to Alex for the burger patties and more plates, but when she caught sight of Lena stepping out from the shade into bright sunlight, carefully balancing two platters on her arm like a waitress, the word ‘Ready!’ collided with her heart on the way out, and both got stuck in her throat.

Lena smiled a little self-consciously as she approached, but was swinging her hips regardless—or perhaps that was just how she walked? Normally?—Kara had never seen her walk in a bikini before, or do anything else in a bikini, so how was she supposed to know what the regular amount of hip-swinging was. For Lena. In a bikini.

“Alex said, you were probably ready for these now?” Lena held out both platters—one carrying beef patties, the other… peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.

Kara could have kissed her. Kissed her on the cheek.

She was starving. As if to confirm, her stomach gave a loud rumble, and she felt herself blush as Lena laughed.

“Spot on, huh?”

“Perfect timing,” Kara conceded, not meeting Lena’s eyes and instead taking the patty-platter from her to set it down on the folding table, next to the sausages and steaks. She then grabbed three sandwiches, stacking them on top of each other, and took a healthy bite, mumbling around a mighty mouthful of sticky, sweet, and soft, as she asked, “D’you wanna ‘elp?”

“Pardon?”

Kara swallowed. “You could help, if you like?” Sandwiches in hand, she gestured to the grill, then off to where the rest of the equipment sat. Stuff she didn’t need. Like gloves. “There must be another apron back with—”

Biting her lip, Lena stepped closer, but shook her head. “Wouldn’t want to ruin everyone’s dinner,” she laughed, “but I’ll watch you work, if you don’t mind showing me how it’s done.”

Her voice was deep and rich, like fresh maple syrup with a heavy molasses flavor that you didn’t get with even the darkest store-bought syrups, and it seeped into Kara’s bones with a treacherous warmth.

“Uh,... Uh-huh, sure, I mean… yeah. Absolutely!”

Kara crammed the rest of her sandwiches into her mouth and wiped her hands on her apron, eager to give them something else to do. When she picked up the patty-platter, Lena stepped even closer, better to see what she was doing.

“So, first, we sprinkle garlic and onion salt on the patties,” Kara explained, as she worked, her heart beating fast and her hands feeling cold and clammy, despite their proximity to the heat. “Then a few splashes of Eliza’s special sauce.” The meat was still raw, yet, normally, her mouth would already be watering at this stage. Watching the sauce sizzle, Kara was, however, positively parched and felt a little nauseous. “Just don’t ask me what’s in it. Eliza would kill me.”

“Then I won’t ask,” Lena said, watching intently over Kara’s shoulder, her breath tickling Kara’s skin. “But it smells positively divine.”

Oh, Rao. Kara had to use all her remaining willpower not to botch the task at hand and to keep her focus on the food in front of her. “N-never press down on the burger,” she said. “You’ll squeeze all the juices out.”

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“No-no… we… wouldn’t. Erm, and only flip the patties once—like, about three minutes, three and a half tops, on each side.” Lena leaned into her shoulder from behind and Kara almost dropped the patty she was turning. “And, and finally, we toast and butter the buns,” she finished a little breathlessly, glancing around for the aforementioned items.

“Mmmm,” Lena hummed. It vibrated through Kara’s shoulder blades and sank right into her bloodstream, making it hum at the very same frequency. “Buttering buns… I can do that.”

She stepped away and Kara automatically took a step back, too, to compensate for the dwindling attention and closeness.

Lena laughed, swooped in and gave Kara a peck on the cheek, pointing to her apron with the dinner knife in her hand. “Thank you, Kara.”

Oof.

She’d missed this.

She’d missed the easy laughs, comfortable closeness; the hugs.

She’d missed Lena.

When the burgers and buns were ready, Kara set a few aside on the now empty sandwich platter and Lena brought the other platter of food back into the shade, where she was greeted with hoots and hollers, and cutlery banged on camping tables.

The gang was hungry.

Kara watched her go, eyes drawn to the halter tie around her neck, her lower back, and butt. Dark green was a good color on her and the high-waisted bottoms—well, if anyone could pull those off, it was Lena.

“Tell them—tell them to let the burgers rest for a minute,” she called after her. “So the juices can redistribute into the meat!”

Her explanation was met with a roar of laughter from the table. Even Lena threw her head back, laughing. The sound made something in Kara soar with delight, even as part of her didn’t exactly appreciate being the butt of a joke she hadn’t meant to tell and didn’t quite get.

“Oh, hardy-har-har,” she hollered at all of them, rolling her eyes. “I’ll keep the hot dogs for myself then.”

“Over my dead body you will, Kara Danvers!” Alex shot back, and everyone laughed again. “Come here and get some salad while it’s fresh.”

Kara made a face. Salad. Why would she eat leaves and cold veggies, when she could fill up on warm bread and seasoned meat, and be rounding off her dinner with delicious dessert instead? She shook her head. Humans were so weird sometimes.

“Kara! I know you can hear me,” Alex warned, and Kara could, she just actively chose to ignore her big sister and focused her attention on the sausages and steaks, throwing them on the grill with a flourish. They wouldn’t cook themselves, would they. Salad could wait.

When she was done with the meat and the corn, and everything sat, piping hot, on plates and buns, she simply lifted the entire folding table and carried it over to where everyone sat—laughing, eating, and chatting happily.

Feeling a deep fondness for everyone assembled around the largest camping table in her family’s possession, Kara sank down on the only remaining empty chair—opposite Lena—and looked around at them all for a moment, before digging in herself.

She felt so happy, so elated, her heart brimming with joy, she even let Lena feed her some salad from her own fork across the table—everyone laughing and cracking jokes—as Kelly was doing the same with little Eli sitting on her lap, at the other end of the table.

“Cobbler! Cobbler! Cobbler!” Kara chanted when everyone was done with their main course and salad. “Peach cobbler and cream!”

“Cobb’er, cobb’er, cobb’er!” Eli parroted, slapping his little hands flat on the table. Alex let out a groan and Kelly laughed leniently, adjusting Eli’s bib and ruffling his curls. Eli stopped to look up at her, rubbing his face and smearing ketchup all over it. “...Cobb’er? Mama?”

“Cobb-l-er,” Kelly corrected, a wipe always at the ready. “Peach cobbler. With whipped cream. Yum.” She tugged his shirt down and rolled up the sleeves a little more, wiping his hands as she went.

“Yum!” Eli said, slapping the table for emphasis, then rubbed his small belly.

“Yeah, Eli, my little man,” Kara said, grinning. “Super yum.”

Eli gazed at her for a moment, then turned to his other mother. “Cobb’er, Mommy. Super yum!” He looked at Alex with the intensity of a little bird expecting to be fed—and to be fed the good stuff. Immediately.

Kara snorted, hiding her face behind her hands as Alex’s murderous glare swung her way. Whoops.

Laughter filled the warm air once more.

“Alright, alright,” Alex said, raising her hands in defeat and pushing her chair back. “A round of super-dessert coming right up. Kara? A hand?”

Alex’s cobbler had come out of the oven looking as good as any cobbler on the cover of a fancy food magazine. Out of the cooler, Kara turned her heat vision on it for only a second—and the smell was an amazing blend of spices and sweet. It smelled just the way late summer should smell.

“Who’s ready for peach cobbler?”

Anticipation making her smile, she assembled dessert dishes and spoons, some mismatched napkins, and carried the cobbler and napkins over to the table. Alex followed with the dishes and utensils, and proceeded to fill their dishes, one by one, before taking her seat.

Kara pouted. “Did you forget the whipped cream?”

Alex raised an eyebrow at her. “You know something, Alex,” she said to herself out loud, “you really can bake.”

“That cobbler looks delicious.” Lena said quickly but quietly, ducking her head as Alex shot her a pleased smile.

“Really, dear,” Kelly said, stopping Eli from grabbing a handful of warm cobbler and shoving it into his mouth. She handed him his dinosaur spoon. “You outdid yourself. That’s quite a cobbler you made.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s awesome, you’re awesome.” Exasperated, Kara got to her feet again, dashed back to the cooler and returned to the table a split second later—in a whoosh that sent everyone’s napkins flying, carrying the stainless mixing bowl with fresh fluffy whipped cream and a box of vanilla ice cream tucked under her arm.

“Now, who wants whipped cream, who wants ice cream, and who wants both?”

Nia’s hands shot in the air for both, Lena politely requested ‘just a little bit of whipped cream, please. Thank you, Kara.’ (Kara ignored the modest quantifier and served a super-good dollop), Alex decided on ice cream, Kelly picked both, and Eli asked for whipped cream on his ice cream and promptly began spooning it up, ignoring his cobbler altogether and squishing it as he went.

“What do we say?” Alex prompted and Eli looked up, whipped cream everywhere. He frowned, then his face split into a wide smile. ““P’ease?”

“Please and…?”

“P’ease and thank you!”

Kara laughed. “You’re very welcome, Eli!” She spooned liberal helpings of both ice cream and whipped cream on her own cobbler and sat back down, grinning at Lena, who seemed to be scanning her dessert for its every compound with her narrowed eyes, head tilted.

“This is my favorite,” Kara supplied. “It’s not fancy or anything,” she said, blushing a little as Lena lifted her inquisitive gaze and hefted it on her. “All you need is fresh fruit and pantry staples, but it’s amazing!...And it’s best with whipped cream and ice cream.”

Kara dug in, taking care to get some cobbler, ice cream, and whipped cream on her spoon, and Lena copied her, her spoonful much more reasonable. Kara watched as her green eyes lit up, savoring the warmth with the cool and creamy contrast on her own tongue, and grinned.

“You like it, Lena?”

Lena was sitting very straight in her chair and only eating ridiculously small bites at a time, but the pink in her cheeks and badly concealed smile gave her away.

“The secret is in the cinnamon,” Kara said after another big spoonful. “You wouldn’t think peaches and cinnamon went well together, but they do.”

Lena laughed, put her spoon down, and reached for the napkin tucked under her dish, dabbing at the corners of her smile, before she nodded. “It’s wonderful, Kara.” She cleared her throat. “Can you believe I’ve never tried it before? Because I can’t. It’s... delicious.” She raised an eyebrow and gestured with her hands, light reflecting off her bracelet.

Kara smiled broadly, listening to Lena listing crazy elaborate desserts she had had at fancy restaurants before and hated, her heart skipping along happily in her chest. Lena discovering new things was adorable; Lena discovering new things she liked was Kara’s most favorite thing ever. She loved making her friend happy.

After dessert was polished off, a sense of drowsy satisfaction settled over them. They sat, full and content for a while, until Alex declared it was time for Eli’s nap and Kelly got up to clear the table. Lena hastened to help, so Kara reluctantly got to her feet too, kicking Nia—sleeping with her eyes open or deep in thought—under the table to rouse her.

“You with us, Dreamer?” she asked, and Nia started, quickly grabbing random items and carrying them over to the large IKEA bag they used for anything and everything dirty that would need a good scrub and a merry-go-round ride on the dishwasher back home later. Perhaps it was Kara’s imagination, but Nia seemed to be avoiding her gaze and, at the first chance she got, hurried after Alex and Eli, claiming a nap in the tent was just what she needed.

Frowning, Kara looked after her. Well, that was… odd? Shrugging, she proceeded to clean the table with a dishrag, got another soda for herself, a ginger ale for Kelly, and a sparkling water for Lena from the cooler, and sat back down, resting her head on her hands to watch Lena read.

Lena was happily sitting there, bag on her lap, looking over some L-Corp papers, the kind of stuff that, frankly, made Kara’s brain hurt. She flipped through a few pages, biting down on her thumb, her brows knitted together in concentration. Kara tried to get a glimpse of what she was working on—complicated graphs, long text with very few paragraph breaks—but upside down it made even less sense, and she didn’t want to distract Lena or break her concentration. It probably was important.

Kara sipped her drink, listening to the radio, and quietly chatted with Kelly about her new job at the clinic, a private practice specializing on care for traumatized patients—humans and aliens alike—which she really loved. Fairly quickly, however, the topic changed to Eli and his gardening and jam-making adventures with Grammy, and Kara laughed heartily, picturing a laughing Eliza, delighted Eli, and frazzled Alex in the kitchen.

“Out like a light,” Alex walked up to Kelly, wrapped her arms around her from behind, and kissed her cheek. She chuckled lightly. “Both of them.”

Kelly took Alex’s hands in hers, lifting one to her lips for a kiss. “Thank you, love.”

Aww. Watching her sister and her wife be adorable together always made Kara’s heart swell, ready to burst with joy and happiness for Alex and her little family. Sometimes the happy rush would be followed by small pangs of something not entirely unlike sadness. A kind of longing that, Kara thought, had to be only natural. A refugee on Earth, she had lost everything, everyone: her planet, her people, and her family; and, even though she had a family and friends now that she loved to bits, part of her would always struggle with feeling like she didn’t belong. Sometimes she lost her footing, forgot her place in this world, that was all.

“Oh!” Kelly exclaimed, bringing Kara back to the present as she stood to hurry over to the radio and turned it up. “I love this song!”

She danced in the sand, lightly swinging from side to side, lifting her arms up over her head and twirling on the spot, before she held her hands out for Alex to join her.

The radio circled through a couple fast and slow songs, Kelly and Alex danced, and Kara tapped her foot in time with the music. Lena did not look up from her pages.

Sucking on her lip, Kara’s eyes swung from Kelly and Alex to Lena, and back again. The song changed once more. A relaxed tune came on. Upbeat. Reggae. Something Eliza and Jeremiah would have, once upon a time, danced to barefoot in the garden while she and Alex watched, mortified.

“Hey, Lena?!”

Lena made a low sound in her throat to signal she had heard, but her eyes remained glued to her work.

Kara took a deep breath. “D-dance with me?”

That got her attention; head snapping up, mouth slightly open. “What?”

“Dance with me,” Kara said again, her voice steady this time around, even though she felt her face grow hot. Lena’s cheeks colored too.

Lena swallowed, then burst into laughter, laughing high in her throat. “Really? Oh, I’m sorry, Kara. I—I don’t dance.”

“Not ever? Or… just not... with me?” Kara felt her face fall a little, but she wouldn’t give up so easily.

“No, no.” Eyes wide, Lena reached for her across the table, but stopped herself halfway there, her hands flat on the surface. “It’s… I just don’t dance. Ever. With anyone. Not if I can help it, anyway.”

“Is that so?” Kara stood grinning, moved behind Lena, and put her hands on her shoulders and massaged lightly. Lena leaned into her touch, her skin growing warm under it, making the air between them smell somewhat flowery and spicy. Bolstered by the music and the way Lena’s heart rate picked up—her heartbeat loud in Kara’s ears—Kara bent down to whisper in her ear. “What if I told you I really wanted to dance with you? Would you turn me down too?”

Lena took a deep breath through her nose. She opened her mouth, closed it again, pressed her lips together, and shook her head softly.

“Well, come on then, song’s almost over.” Kara purred, delighted when Lena reached back and took one of her hands.

“Your funeral,” she mumbled as Kara led her into the light and the warm sand, closer to where Kelly and Alex were still dancing—but not too close—staying well within earshot of the radio.

Kara started moving, pulling Lena with her. She kept a hold on both her hands to keep Lena from covering her face in embarrassment as her cheeks glowed even brighter, the heat behind them glowing bright red against her pale skin. Kara was pretty sure she’d never seen something more endearing, more beautiful.

“See?” She laughed. “Not that bad, is it?”

“The worst.”

No, she didn’t mean it. In spite of her protest, Lena was enjoying this, growing bold enough to move more freely, swinging her hips to the beat. Intertwining her fingers with Kara’s, she smiled—easy and open—and Kara felt a hot hook sink into her middle, the pull so sudden and so strong, she nearly lost her balance and her count.

Oh. Oh.

Rao.

The music changed to a slower song, their movements slowing with it, but hearts going in the opposite direction. Kara almost went deaf from listening to them, their joined drums clashing with the music and nearly drowning it out completely. All she could hear was Lena and all she could see was Lena too, enraptured by this glorious beauty dancing right in front of her, dancing with her, her ears and eyes and heart so full it hurt.

Stepping back, she dropped her right arm, letting go of Lena’s left hand, and raised and opened her left, coaxing Lena into an underarm turn. They actually managed to pull it off, but stumbled when meeting again, Kara moving at the same time Lena stepped forward, and they landed in a scrambled hug, entangled, finding themselves in the sand.

Kara—in her miserable attempt to save Lena from the fall—had, somehow, come out on top, in spite of her best intentions.

“Oh God! Hey, uh, Lena?” She spluttered, her arms and legs—no, her whole body—useless jello that wouldn’t budge. “Sorry, I—are you, uh, are you okay?”

Lena blinked up at her, her eyes so dark they were no longer green and her gaze so hot and heavy, Kara could practically feel it latching onto her skin, bringing it to a boil.

“L-Lena?”

Kara swallowed and licked her lips, pressing her palms into the sand on either side of Lena’s head harder. Heat crawled up her spine when Lena’s eyes zeroed in on her mouth. Her chest expanded in a shaky breath, blotches of red blooming on her pale skin like wildflowers, and Kara felt overwhelmed by the sudden urge to shower their pistils in kisses.

Lena opened her mouth, hesitated, waited.

Kara could feel her body heat everywhere from her waist down and swallowed again; swallowed thickly against the heartbeat heavy in her throat. Oh, Rao, help her. What were they doing? Even in her wildest dreams she hadn’t dared to imagine—okay, maybe in the wildest of them, she had… shamefully, guiltily, hopelessly—but, but the reality of it?! The reality of coming to terms with that and with this; coming to terms with the sheer, unfathomable truth of her body pressed to Lena’s, of Lena moving under her—

“Your hair smells nice,” Lena whispered, twirling a strand around her fingers and playing with it. “I like it.” Each breathless word was music sung low in her chest, falling and rising, slipping into a dialect that sung of comfort and safety, love and trust.

Kara couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.

Soft hands on her neck pulled her head down and hot breath parted her lips. When Lena’s lower lip was dragging across them, wordlessly giving permission and begging it, Kara closed the distance. In less than a beat, the crackling spark turned to flame, warm flashing hot, and Kara was kissing Lena and Lena was kissing her back—hungrily, messily, gloriously.

Lena tasted sweet like cinnamon. Kissing her felt like burning sunlight, warm and fuzzy, but Kara felt it in her belly first. Getting lost in Lena’s ravenous kisses, letting her explore and claim every inch of Kara she wished, Kara wanted to wrap herself around Lena fully, protectively, relishing how she felt against her, warm and soft, and, oh, so good.

So, so good.

Lena let her beachy hands roam freely, leaving tingling trails all across her shoulders and back, rough and soft at once, and Kara deepened the kiss, something raw burning in the center of her chest.

Lena gasped into her mouth with a soft moan, her teeth sinking briefly into Kara’s lip, sending another kind of pleasure zipping through Kara’s body and eliciting sounds from her mouth, she didn’t even know she could make, low and feral, heat burning in her throat and settling in her groin.

She liked how that felt. She liked that Lena liked her like that.

Kara cupped Lena’s face—willing to sacrifice anything, everything—and kissed her again, making the kiss long and heavy with the unspoken, dreams and desires fizzling into the sand around them.

(Ooh-la-la. Fin.)

#supercorp fanfic #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fluff #my fic #fic: the lake

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A new idea I had for a ‘fic’ which I’m going to write between chapters of my multi-chapter fics. A series of Supercorp one-shots. Each chapter will be based on a word (or words), going through the alphabet. For instance, this letter is A and the words are ‘Affection’, ‘Awkward’, ‘Accident’. Obviously those were chosen by me but I want you guys to be the ones to choose! So if you have a word you want to be included let me know and I’ll decide which to use (up to 4 I think?) or maybe do a poll to make the final decision. Tooth-rotting fluff, angst, drama, hurt/comfort...all will be included. Hope you guys like this chapter! Let me know if you like the idea for the general fic. :) Lena stared hard at the door in front of her. It was just a door, she had nothing to be afraid of. It was just a door. A door leading to Kara’s apartment and an evening spent alone with the object of her affections. Not that Kara realized that. Lena glanced down the hallway, wondering if it was too late to back out. The evening was supposed to be a ‘girls night’ as Kara had put it but Alex and Maggie had both pulled out at the last second. Kara had called Lena an hour or so earlier, pleading with her not to cancel too. She hadn’t had the heart to say no but the thought of being alone with Kara for an entire evening was unnerving, to say the least. She heard the sound of hurried footsteps and then Kara opened the door, smiling nervously. “Not thinking about running off, were you?” Lena blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I just mean you’ve been hovering outside of the door for over ten minutes now,” Kara answered with a small smile. “So I was wondering if you’re having second thoughts.” “Oh. No. No, of course not.” Lena forced a smile to her face, trying to shrug off her nerves. “How did you know I was out there?” “Uh…” Kara looked panicked for just a split second. “I heard you. Obviously. How else? It’s not like I can see through walls. Anyway, come in! I already ordered pizza so it should be here soon. You got here just in time. I was just about to look for something for us to watch.” Lena trailed into the apartment behind Kara, listening to her ramble on. She hardly minded. There were few things she liked more than listening to Kara talk. Perhaps listening to Kara laugh or watching her smile. Working with Kara, hugging Kara...anything involving Kara really. “Lena?” “Huh?” Lena blinked at Kara, surprised to see that Kara has stopped and was now waving a hand in front of her face. “Sorry, what?” “I asked if you want a drink,” Kara replied, her brow furrowing in confusion. Lena couldn’t help but think the way she did that was adorable. “You look spaced out. Is everything okay?” “Yes. I’m fine. I was just thinking about a project at work. I’ll have a glass of water, thank you.” “Coming up!” Kara answered cheerily before she spun on the spot and made her way to the kitchen. “No work tonight! Tonight is supposed to be about the four of us relaxing, remember?” “There are two of us,” Lena remarked, slipping off her jacket and shoes. “This is less like girls night and more like date night.” There was a sudden smash from the kitchen and Lena felt a shock of panic. With her heart in her throat, she hurried for the kitchen. “Kara! Are you alright?” She’d half expected to see Kara being attacked but she felt a wave of relief when she saw Kara relatively unharmed. There was glass at her feet though, along with a puddle of water soaking into the fluffy baby blue socks she was wearing. She noticed it had splashed over Kara’s pajama pants too. “Are you okay?” Lena quickly moved toward Kara, taking hold of her forearms to help her over the water. “Did it cut you?” “I’m fine,” Kara answered, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “It just slipped out of my hand, that’s all. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” “Don’t worry about that. Go and change out of those wet clothes.” Lena said, taking control of the situation. “I’ll clean this mess up in here.” “But I should…” “No buts.” Lena interrupted in a tone that left no room for argument. “I’ll be fine. Hurry up and get changed, the pizza will be here soon.” Kara stared at Lena for a moment before a bright smile blossomed on her face. She stepped forward, hugging Lena tightly. “Thanks, Lena.” Lena watched Kara leave, her heart racing in her chest. She wasn’t sure she would ever grow tired of Kara’s spontaneous hugs. She pressed a hand to her chest, taking a deep breath to gather herself before she turned to the mess on the floor. ---- “I’m stuffed,” Kara muttered, her voice slightly muffled by Lena’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’m ever going to eat pizza again.” Lena swallowed thickly, distracted by the way Kara’s fingers were gently playing with her hair. “We both know that’s not true. You’ll probably be eating more in an hour.” Kara hummed in acknowledgment at the response but she was distracted by the way Lena’s heart was racing. She hadn’t noticed it before but now that she was focusing she could hear it. “You okay? You seem a little bit tense.” “Am I?” Lena’s voice came out higher than she’d intended and she grimaced. She cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Just...I mean...there is something I want to ask you about. It’s a little awkward.” Kara sat up slightly though she kept her arm around Lena’s shoulders. She was intrigued by what could be so ‘awkward’ that Lena wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Awkward? No way, you can ask me anything. You know that. Just ask me.” A small smile tugged at Lena’s lips and she ducked her head slightly to hide it. “Are you...like this with Alex? And your other friends?” Kara blinked innocently. “Like what?” “I mean this...tactile?” Lena finally met Kara’s confused gaze and briefly bit her lip. “I mean...the hugging, the hand-holding, the...hair thing you were doing earlier. I was just wondering if it’s normal for you.” “Oh…” Kara felt her stomach plummet at the question. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry, Lena. I didn’t mean to make it weird. I just…” Lena caught Kara’s arm as the reporter started to draw away from her. “Don’t. I’m not saying I’m uncomfortable. It’s just a question, Kara.” Kara swallowed thickly at the response and tried to ignore the worry niggling at her. “Well...with Alex, yeah. Kind of. Not usually with my other friends.” “So I’m...different?” “Not in a bad way!” Kara hastily explained, her eyes widening for a moment. “I like touching you. Wait, wait...not like that. That came out wrong!” Lena relaxed slightly, smirking at Kara growing increasingly flustered. “Oh?” “I-I just mean I’m...an affectionate person.” Kara finally managed to say. “Alex is too...with the people she loves, at least. So I’ve never hesitated to think before I do things like this. If I feel comfortable enough with the person. But Lena, if I ever overstep, I want you to tell me.” “You haven’t overstepped,” Lena answered, her smile softening as she looked at Kara. She wasn’t sure Kara ever could overstep. “I was just curious. You know my background. The way I was brought up wasn’t like the way you were. Hugging and physical displays of affections weren’t something the Luthors offered. They offered a roof over my head and security. Not affection.” She saw outrage flash across Kara’s face. “It’s okay. I accepted that. Kara…” She reached out, taking Kara’s hand as Kara bowed her head. “Kara?” She noticed a drop of water...no, a tear fall onto her wrist. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “I’m not upset.” Kara’s voice cracked, suggesting that she was. “I’m...upset for you. Sometimes I really want to hit your mother in her….dumb face.” Lena managed a soft chuckle as she watched Kara quickly swipe a hand over her eyes. When Kara looked up, her eyes were still a bit watery, somehow making them look even bluer. “What I’m trying to say is I’m still not very good at this.” She held up their joined hands. “Showing affection. Even if I want to reciprocate.” Kara shook her head in amusement. “I don’t agree. I happen to think you’re very good at this. People show affection in different ways. You show it by...worrying about me when I drop a glass of water. Hugging me when I walk into a room. It’s different for everyone.” “Thanks, Kara.” Lena shuffled closer to Kara, resting her head on her shoulder. She felt a light kiss dropped to the top of her head but didn’t question it this time. Accepting affection from Kara was like basking in the warmth of the sun after hours in the cold. Being with Kara was like coming up for air. As much as Lena craved more than what Kara could give her, she was willing to settle. She would welcome whatever Kara had to offer.

#Supercorp #Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor

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Isn’t that supposed to be a secret...?

THE FINAL DAY OF SMUT *cough* I MEAN SANVERS WEEK IS HERE. Soulmates AU. I’ve never written one, and this one involves some sweet first time sex. THANKS FOR READING GUYS.

@404artnotfound deserves an award for editing my bullshit guys.

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Alex thinks it’s dumb.

Soulmates.

The fact that she apparently can’t lie to her soulmate. And that fact that, for some reason, it was still the social norm to date while you searched for said soulmate. Why should she have to suffer through painful relationships with people she doesn’t truly connect with when she can tell within minutes of meeting them whether they are her soulmate or not.

She thinks it’s stupid, but at the same time she’s almost glad that the fucked up rule the universe decided to impose was so easy to test. Because she only has to suffer for as long as she’s willing to put up with it. Which admittedly, isn’t long at all.

It’s not her first boyfriend. She finds out when he asks her if she’d like to go to prom with him. Cause she most definitely did not. He was stuck up and kind of rude, but he was the popular guy, and Alex was determined to be accepted as normal.

So she accepts with a chaste ‘sure, I’d love to’ and it’s hardly an hour after he takes her home when she sends the break up text. What’s the point in bothering if he’s not her soulmate? Lying is exhausting anyhow, social standards be damned.

It’s not her third boyfriend, when she is in college, who asks her if it’s okay when he takes her shirt off for the first time. Because no, she doesn’t want him to take her shirt off, she doesn’t want to give him that part of her. But she should… shouldn’t she?

So Alex nods shyly, lifting her arms to let him pull the material away from her skin and leave her lying in her sports bra and jeans.

The relationship doesn’t last far enough that he can get her pants off.

It’s none of them. None of her relationships ever turn out to be her soulmate, because she can lie to them all with practised ease. Things take a turn for the worst, or perhaps it’s something good, when she is recruited by the DEO. Now, when she meets someone in a bar, or at work, she has to lie about who she works for. In the first five minutes of meeting someone, she’s can tell whether they are her soulmate or not. It’s easy, if a little depressing at times.

Until there’s some meddling local cop on her crime scene, that is.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Anyone ever tell you all you Feds sound the same? It’s like you all watch the same bad movies at quantico.”

The cop, Detective Maggie Sawyer, introduces herself and flashes her badge. Alex sets her jaw and nods, as she asks for Alex’s badge in return.

“Agent Danvers, DEO-”

Wait, what?

Did she just say DEO?

She’d also just flashed her actual, official, DEO badge as well, instead of shifting it to the secret service setting like she is supposed to.

She wasn’t supposed to say that.

Why couldn’t she lie?

“Uh…” Maggie frowns at Alex’s frozen form, waving a hand in front of distant eyes warily. “Isn’t that supposed to be a secret there, Danvers?”

Alex unfreezes at the implication that Maggie knows who the DEO is anyway, and she relaxes somewhat.

“Uh- yeah it’s supposed to be but-” as you’re a part of the science division, I decided I could trust you.

She can’t force the second half of sentence out of her mouth. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she wants to recognise that it’s because it would be a lie. But she can’t. She can’t because Maggie is a cop, and Maggie is a girl and this can’t be happening. She has to go.

“I have to go.”

Thank God that isn’t a lie. Alex turns on her heel and walks away as quickly as she can without it turning into an all out sprint. Kara watches her go with her mouth gaping wide, having heard everything that had just transpired.

“J’onn…” She mutters into her earpiece.

“Yes, I heard it, Supergirl. Thank you.” He responds in her comms.

She manages to avoid Detective Sawyer for one whole day, despite an almost run in at the warehouse they stormed trying to find the darned Kryptonian on the run. Her streak is over when an unknown number calls her cell and she picks it up without thought.

“Danvers.”

“It’s Sawyer.”

Her heart drops to her stomach, nerves churning sharply in her gut as she mutters out some form of response into the phone that isn’t quite English, or any other language that is.

“Want to see how us local cops do it?” Maggie asks her, and Alex finds herself agreeing readily. Maggie tells her the time and place before hanging up, and Alex is left standing in the control room, clutching her phone to her ear long after Maggie hangs up.

Kara finds her like that a few moments later, and slips the phone from her grasp before gently wrapping her in a hug.

“It’s a lot to take in, but it’s going to be okay.” Kara whispers into her ear, hugging her as tightly as she dares with her superhuman strength. Alex nods into her neck, trying to will the tears in her eyes to go away. She finds herself rambling into Kara’s skin as they hug, her pent up emotions coming surging out as she admits to herself that this is happening.

“You know it makes sense?” Alex laughs wetly, trying to ignore the way she trembles. “When I look back at all my pasts boyfriends and… and best friends.”

Kara hums comfortingly, rubbing at Alex’s back gently as she tries to compute far too much emotion for one singular day. A lifetime of repression and denial releasing like a dam.

“Vicky Donahue?” Kara asks quietly, and Alex laughs a little harder, pulling away from the hug to wipe her eyes.

“That obvious, huh?”

Kara shrugs and squeezes her shoulder lightly.

“You’re taking this way better than most would.” Kara diverts the topic, not wanting to spark a fresh wave of emotion that Alex might not be prepared for right now. Alex shrugs and nods, smiling at her sister softly in a way that is only reserved for her.

“I think it was something I knew deep down and just wasn’t ready to deal with.” Alex admits quietly, looking down as she scuffs the concrete floor with her shoes.

“You going to tell her?” Kara asks in the same quiet tone, mindful of the agents working busily around them. She earns a laugh out of Alex with that.

“It’s not like I can lie to her.” Alex grins with watery eyes, and Kara returns it wholeheartedly.

“Good luck.” Kara whispers, hugging her one last time before skipping away to where Winn is beckoning her over. Alex feels a light squeeze on her shoulder and looks up to see J’onn smiling softly at her before he wraps her in a hug as well.

“We all love you, no matter what.”

God, Alex thinks she’s done enough crying today for the rest of the year.

She meets Maggie at the address she had sent her, and if she rolls up on her Ducati to try and impress the pretty girl, no one has to know. Maggie smiles at her, and mentions her own bike as she leads Alex to the entrance of a dive bar populated by… aliens. A short misunderstanding and one reach for her gun later, they’re stationed at a bar table with a beer each.

“I don’t strictly date aliens, for the record. Though I do like them more than most people,” Maggie sighs heavily. She's showing no outward signs of realising that Alex is her soulmate and it’s almost a shocking revelation for Alex to realise that Maggie is being voluntarily truthful with her from the get go. It’s not something she’s used to seeing in this kind of work.

“Why is that?”

“Well after my parents kicked me out-”

Maggie cuts herself off very suddenly, her eyes wide in disbelief. She’s staring down at her beer for a moment before her eyes snap but to Alex.

“Uh- that was. Sorry.” She flaps her hand awkwardly. “That was an overshare, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay.” Alex interrupts her, smiling gently and placing a hand over the one Maggie has resting on the table. At her soft gesture, Maggie’s eyes blow wide again and she tilts her head, as if studying Alex.

“Are you-”

“Yeah I think so.” Alex blurts out quickly, eager to get it over with.

“So the DEO blurt wasn’t intentional?” Maggie is looking at her with amusement now, and Alex can’t help but grin.

“No, I was supposed to tell you I was secret service.” Alex admits, not even bothering to attempt to lie. She knows it’s fruitless now. Maggie laughs softly, fiddling with the label on her beer bottle.

“Didn’t think I’d have one, to be honest.” Maggie admits, and Alex finds herself nodding.

“I think everyone thinks that at some point.” Alex agrees. “I’m glad I do, though…”

“Yeah, me too.”

As her relationship with Maggie progresses she realises just how extensive this whole ‘can’t lie’ thing is. It’s not something that you learn about as child in detail. You just get told that you are incapable of lying to your soulmate because you’re connected on a deeper level to everyone else.

So, three entire months into their budding relationship, Alex is really beginning to freak out over how she can’t keep her mouth shut around Maggie. The fact that Maggie can’t either is somewhat comforting. What isn’t comforting is that Maggie has been out of the closet way longer than Alex and seems to have much better control of her libido. Alex… does not.

“God, Kara.” Alex groans into the fabric of the couch. “What am I supposed to do?”

Kara grimaces and rubs Alex’s back comfortingly.

“Listen, I would tell you if I knew.” Kara sighs. “But you remember what happened... with Lena.”

That earns her a laugh from Alex. It had taken Kara four tries to get the full story out, and when she had finally explained to Alex that she had walked straight into Lena’s apartment for the first time and basically yelled to the heavens that she wanted to have sex with her, Alex had almost hyperventilated from laughing too hard.

“Yeah but Lena found it endearing and then admitted she felt the same way.” Alex responds glumly.

“I have no indication that Maggie is going to felt the same way about this, and the kind of stuff I want to blurt out is…” Alex blushes and averts her eyes from her little sister. “It’s far from endearing.”

Kara grimaces in response and moves to hug Alex properly.

“Alex, seriously. She’s your soulmate, I think that even if she isn’t ready to take that step with you, she isn’t just going to run away.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Kara confirms with enough confidence for the both of them. “Now go, you’re going to be late.”

Alex smiles shyly and nods, almost to herself, before picking herself up off of the couch and smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in her shirt.

“You look fine.” Kara tells her. Kryptonian’s may not be psychic, but she sure as hell can read Alex’s mind most of the time. Alex shoots her a grateful look as she gathers her phone and jacket before heading to the door.

She makes it back to her apartment with a few minutes to spare, but she only manages to pace her apartment once before there’s a knock at the door. Maggie smiles at her when she answers it, dressed beautifully in a blue and grey flannel and a pair of sinfully tight jeans. Though, Alex thinks that she’d be attracted to Maggie in a garbage bag.

“Hey you.” Maggie greets her, drawing Alex’s eyes back up from her legs, and she tries hard not to blush when she catches Maggie’s smirk, indicating she’d caught Alex checking her out.

“Hey.” Alex responds, stepping aside to let Maggie in. After the door clicks shut and Alex turns to face the shorter woman, she gets tugged into a soft kiss.

“Hey.” Maggie whispers against her lips.

“You said that already.” Alex points out cheekily. Maggie swats her arm playfully before simply pulling her back in for another kiss, wrapping her arms delicately around Alex’s waist. They fit comfortably together, Alex finds, with her arms resting on Maggie’s shoulders and wrapped around her neck. It’s the perfect position for Alex to press her forehead against Maggie’s and just exist in her space. It's one of her favourite things to do, and Maggie had pretty much noticed immediately after she started doing it.

“We going to stand here all night? Or are we going to order dinner?” Maggie asks after a long silence, broken up only by a short gasp as Maggie finds herself pinned against the kitchen island behind them. Alex hums in response, not really knowing the answer she wants to give.

“I’m fine with either, to be honest.” Maggie admits. “Though if we're going to make out, maybe we can move to the couch.”

Alex bites back a groan as the images of previous heavy handed make outs flash through her mind at the thought. She kisses Maggie again before nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“Dinner. Then making out.” Alex sighs. Maggie nods and pulls her phone from her pocket, keeping one arm around Alex’s waist.

“What do you want to eat?”

“You.”

This stupid fucking universe and it’s stupid fucking soulmate rule. She knows Maggie can probably feel the heat rising in her cheeks where one is pressed against her jawline, and the thumb rubbing small circles at her waist freezes at the outburst.

“God, Maggie, I’m so sorry.” Alex groans into her neck, tightening her hold on Maggie’s frozen shoulders. “That was so forward, it just kind of came out and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Alex pulls back now, making to step out of Maggie’s personal space and let her process everything Alex is trying to say. But Maggie tightens her hold on Alex’s waist, ditching her phone on the counter so that she can wrap her other arm around her to, and groans quietly into Alex’s hair.

“You’re killing me, Danvers.”

That… was not the reaction she was expecting.

“What?” Alex pulls her head back enough to see Maggie’s face.

“Do you think I don’t want that?” Maggie asks incredulously. “God, Alex. I want you so much.”

“You do?” Alex asks, mirroring Maggie’s incredulous tone.

“Of course I do.” Maggie smiles gently, kissing Alex chastely before she continues. “I just know this is all new for you- I was trying to move at your pace.”

Well now Alex feels stupid.

“But if you keep spouting lines like that…” Maggie continues, a blush rising in her own cheeks now. “I’m going to have a hard time controlling myself.”

Alex frowns. “What, that worked?”

Maggie nods, biting her lip.

“That was a terrible line.”

“What can I say, Danvers. Most things you do turn me on.” Maggie admits with a shrug, and suddenly Alex doesn’t feel so self conscious anymore. She lets her hands roam, pushing underneath Maggie’s flannel to splay across her ribs, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin.

“Thank God.”

Maggie raises an eyebrow in question.

“Your dimples should be illegal.” Alex tells her seriously, earning herself a hearty laugh. “I’m being serious. Every time you smile it’s like-”

Alex mimics an explosion, making Maggie laugh even harder. She presses her face against Alex’s collarbone as she calms down, before pulling back and looking Alex directly in the eye.

“So if that’s the case, maybe I could…” Maggie trails off as she takes Alex’s hands gently, leading her away from the kitchen counter and towards Alex’s bed and oh, this is happening now.

“Yep, I’m definitely okay with this.”

Maggie looks at her mischievously, eyes narrow and smile growing. Her dimples are on full display after a moment and Alex rolls her eyes.

“Cheeky.” Alex mutters, leaning forward to kiss Maggie, but meeting empty air.

“Was that a pun?” Maggie starts to giggle, despite her hands moving to lift Alex’s shirt away, followed closely by her own. “Oh my God, Danvers.”

“Maggie.” Alex groans. “I thought you were trying to seduce me.”

“Not if you’re going to make puns in bed.” Maggie tries to act serious, her frown given away by the hint of a grin she can’t manage to hide. She busies herself by working on Alex’s jeans, removing them just as Alex’s legs hit the mattress.

“I like puns.” Alex teases, sitting down and shuffling further back onto the bed and watching hungrily when Maggie pauses to pull her own jeans off before joining her. Their lips rejoin as Maggie straddles her waist, but Alex doesn’t stay put for long. She breaks away to nip at the skin in her reach, trailing down Maggie’s neck and to her collarbone where she leaves a hickey that is definitely intentional and- shit- she forgot that she can’t lie about that anymore.

“May I?” Maggie pants out, fingers trailing the side of Alex’s bra gently, and Alex can’t agree quick enough. Alex feels like barely a moment passes before Maggie has lost hers, as well as the pair of boyshorts she had been sporting and fuck, if Alex couldn’t contain herself before, God help her now.

“Jesus, Mags.” Alex groans, touching her everywhere, from Maggie’s shoulders down to her ass, and back up to run her palms softly across pert nipples and Alex wants to record the sounds that Maggie makes and listen to it on repeat for the rest of her life. Or better yet, she’ll just never stop enticing these delicious sounds from the source.

Maggie’s thigh is pressing insistently between her legs, giving her pressure in all the right places and it’s making it hard to think. But Alex gathers all her remaining brain power to force her hips to stop rolling, to anchor her hands at Maggie’s hips and roll the pair of them over gently.

“I think I already told you what I want to do.” Alex mutters shyly, kissing Maggie to try and hide her nerves a little.

“Hey, you don’t have to.” Maggie brings her hand away from Alex’s hips and to her face, framing her cheeks gently to look into her eyes. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to, and that’s not a lie.” Alex grins and winks despite herself, and Maggie rolls her eyes.

“If you’re sure.” Maggie nods, and kisses Alex before letting her trail kisses down her body, stopping briefly on both of her breasts.

“You might have to help me a little.” Alex tells her, settling between her legs smiling at Maggie’s obvious arousal. “Tell me what I’m doing right…”

“Will do.” Maggie pants, swallowing dryly. Alex decides to touch first, dragging one finger slowly through Maggie’s folds, earning herself a small whimper. She draws circles from Maggie’s clit to her entrance, gathering her wetness on the way.

Her first touch with her tongue is a moment Alex will remember for a long time. Maggie moans long and low, one hand coming to tangle in Alex’s short hair, and the other gripping harshly at the sheets. After a few exploratory licks, she draws her tongue in one long glide from her entrance to her clit and settles on a rhythm that has Maggie whimpering.

“Fuck, Alex.” Maggie gasps, fingers tightening slightly in Alex’s hair.

“Yeah?” Alex lifts her head a little, revelling in Maggie’s slight whimper at the loss.

“So good.” Maggie confirms before pleading for Alex to continue. Alex doesn’t think she could ever get enough of this. The way that Maggie feels beneath her, the way she sounds, the way she tastes. It’s all so intoxicating and Alex wants to do more, has to do more. She brings her hand up, circling two fingers around Maggie’s entrance in question.

“Fuck.” Maggie swears, her hips beginning to roll along with Alex’s tongue. “Yes, please Alex. I want- I want your fingers.”

Alex grins against her, easing one finger into her slowly to feel her way around. An experimental curl of her finger has Maggie gasping out a long string of swear words and Alex things she could honestly could spend a lifetime coaxing these noises from her soulmate. On her next thrust, she presses another finger in, earning herself another breathy moan.

There’s a few awkward moments of Alex stalling, trying to find her rhythm. But when she does, Maggie’s cries grow a little louder, and the hand in Alex’s hair grips a little tighter, and she thinks that Maggie might actually be about to come.

And Alex isn’t a little proud of herself.

She’s a lot proud of herself.

“Alex, can you-oh-” Maggie stammers, trying to focus enough to give Alex a little instruction, not that the girl needs very much. “Can you suck? On my cli-FUCK.”

Alex complies readily, and happily, and she’s rewarded greatly when Maggie swears loudly and cums, her hips rolling harshly. Alex continues to lick softly, unsure on how much Maggie needs to help her wind down. Maggie taps on her head gently after a few long moments of heavy panting.

“I’m good.” She breaths, smiling down her body at Alex. “Thank you, Alex.”

Alex crawls back up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips gently and letting Maggie taste herself on her lips. Maggie groans, wrapping her arms around Alex’s shoulders and pulling her down into her side.

“You don’t need any help.” Maggie sighs, smiling when Alex blushes deeply and hides her face in her pillow. “Seriously!”

“Don’t tease.” Alex groans, and Maggie chuckles but pulls Alex’s face up to look into her eyes.

“Alex, I can’t lie to you.” Maggie smiles. “That was amazing.”

Alex only flushes deeper, but she keeps her face out of the pillows so that Maggie can kiss her.

“And if you give me five minutes, I’m definitely going to return the favour.” Maggie continues, wiggling her eyebrows. Alex groans softly.

“God, soulmate sex is amazing.” Alex giggles then, reaching up to kiss right over the top of Maggie’s dimples.

“Good thing you’re in for a lifetime of it.” Maggie murmurs in response, and Alex melts into her embrace.

“Good thing, indeed.”

#sanvers #sanversweek #sanvers week #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #smut #day 7 #soulmates au #day7

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