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Kara doesn’t have the best experiences when it comes to romantic relationships. Brilliant Winn had liked her, but she didn’t feel the same. Rugged, heroic James and Kara didn’t really work out because of her responsibility to National City. Adam had been charming and wonderful but he doesn’t know about her, and she doesn’t want that burden on him. Mon-El had been something interesting, except they were much too different; he was selfish and faulted her for being something that for so long she thought made her what she always wanted to be: a hero.
So really, Kara didn’t think she was lucky when it came to the romance department of things, having run out of people who she thought would understand.
But then Lena and Sam happened.
It was inevitable, with Lena. The woman was gorgeous and brilliant; kind, and not even aware of the fact. She admired and respected Kara and her work, and though she didn’t know back then that Kara and Supergirl were one, Lena understood all the same that underneath her strength and her cape, she is much like Lena: a woman of vision, hope, and desire to live beyond the shadow of her name.
Sam, however, had been a surprise. There had been that pull, when she first met the woman. She thought it was jealousy. Here was a woman with miles of legs, a gorgeous smile, and a grip Supergirl would be proud of, and Lena was introducing her to Kara with such a proud grin that the blonde could only smile back. But Sam is kind too, motherly and warm like she had so much love to give, and gorgeous, like Lena, and just when Kara had accepted she was kind of gay for one woman, she had come to the conclusion that she was pretty gay for two.
Then their first night happened—passionate, wonderful, memorable. Then the conversation with Sam, and dinner afterwards—then many more dinners, surprise lunch visits, brunch invitations, phone calls and texts and smiles and laughter and longing looks. Kara had been a snowball of feelings rolling down a mountain, unable to stop herself from letting the emotions grow as she went downhill in increasing speed, and before she could realize what was happening, she was in too deep, finding home in a set of green eyes and pale skin and chocolate gaze and tan softness.
When Kara first arrived on Earth, she had to learn to adjust to her new home. The Danvers had been helpful and welcoming, but she had to conform to what humans called normal—essentially not accidentally freezing things, or not staring too long that lasers shoot out of her eyes, or not pulling the door out of the frame yet again.
Home then became the Danvers, and Kara Zor-El had to go. She kept her powers hidden, until that one fateful day many more years later that she decided to just be, because what use are these gifts if she doesn’t help anyone?
That had been the rebirth of Kara Zor-El, the heroine—or Supergirl, as Cat Grant had named her. It grew on Kara, on the people she promised to protect, and she had accepted it. Home became National City, and the people of it, hers.
It hadn’t stopped the bouts of longing that crept in at times, in the small silences between the pride in her city’s eyes and the laughter of her friends. She still missed her home, Krypton, all that it was and all that it will never be, missed Kara Zor-El—the Kara that isn’t Danvers and that isn’t Supergirl. Sometimes she didn’t know what that Kara was supposed to be; not a heroine like Supergirl, but not entirely human either like a Danvers, perhaps?
With Lena and Sam, she didn’t have to be any of them. She just had to be, well, whatever she wanted to be. There wasn’t a secret identity she needed to worry about or a humanity she had to uphold, but at the same time she didn’t have to carry the sense of responsibility a hero has. There was no fear of making mistakes—or even the barest hint of them—because she knows Lena and Sam would understand, and at the end of the day she can rest easy knowing that come morning, Lena and Sam would understand, still, and Kara would be home.
Kara doesn’t have the best experiences when it comes to romantic relationships, so yes, she does think it’s funny and she is damn lucky she can hold hands with, and kiss, and hug, and share potstickers with both Lena and Sam—even if all present knowledge would dictate that she would never share her potstickers with another person, let alone two. And she is aware there are many types of love, having learned all about them on Earth. She had heard about romantic relationships—though that had happened after Krypton, considering her home planet isn’t the best example for such, since many marriages had been arranged for the glory of whichever House—and have read about those that involve more than two people. She never really saw herself being part of such relationships, yet there they were, the three of them.
That was all they were: the three of them. There hadn’t been much of an urge to put a label on things. Kara thinks what is most important is that they are there for each other, no matter what, and what they have is a mutual thing that all three of them understand.
It was Lena who said it first, after that first night—they were in Lena’s bed, in the dimness of her room, and the raven-haired woman had told them I love you both and Sam had laughed in disbelief, maybe even cried, before she echoed the words I love you too. Kara held them in her arms, nothing in her being but warmth for the two, and had told them that oh Rao, I love you both, too, and she thinks there really is no need for a label for what they had, so long as they feel it.
//
Some weeks after the night that bound the three of them together, Kara and Lena are over at Sam’s place to help out with Ruby’s art project. Sam is in the kitchen cooking and Kara, Lena, and Ruby were busy in the living room, huddled up on the coffee table. They are building the paper-and-popsicle-stick house for the puppet show Ruby’s class will be having. Lena had been adamant they make it perfect, so she’s quiet, cutting the heavy cardboard with an art knife and lined precision. Kara glances at her every once in a while, biting back a grin every time Lena catches her staring.
The blonde is busy gluing the popsicle sticks together, attempting to get the base of the house down. The three of them work in silence until Ruby decides to speak up.
“So, which one of you is dating my mom?” Ruby asks casually. Kara accidentally flattens the glue gun in her hand and Lena slips from cutting the piece of cardboard, slicing the side of her thumb instead.
“Shit,” Lena hisses as blood spills from her finger. Kara is unscathed, obviously, but she immediately fusses over Lena and puts pressure on her cut.
“Sam!” She calls out as she gives Lena’s hand an x-ray, even though she knows it’s unnecessary. “First-aid kit, please!”
There’s a click, then a crash, then the opening and closing of cabinets before Sam is rushing to the living room with a box. Kara hears her heartbeat race with worry. Sam frowns as she takes in the scene.
“What happened?” She demands as she rushes to Lena. She immediately begins to clean Lena’s cut despite the CEO insisting that she’s fine. The cut isn’t deep, but it did bleed a lot. It’s Kara who answers, glancing nervously up at Ruby who’s looking at her, then at Lena, then to the crumpled glue gun on the floor.
“Uh... Ruby asked which of us is dating you,” Kara says slowly. Sam pauses from placing a band-aid on Lena’s thumb.
“And you accidentally cut yourself?” Sam asks Lena. She doesn’t seem pleased, but Kara knows it’s because she hates it when either of them get hurt.
“I was surprised, ” Lena huffs. The CEO is pouting, but Sam doesn’t seem to be fazed. It makes Lena pout further. “And don’t look at me, Kara broke the glue gun.”
Sam glares at Kara at that. “You what?”
“I was surprised too!” Kara defends. She winces, crosses her arms and shoots Sam a pout as well, and the two puppy faces thrown her way visibly affect her now—she makes a small noise as she packs up the first-aid kit, then looks at Ruby. The girl looks a bit guilty.
“Okay. So I suppose this entails a much-needed conversation,” Sam says with a soft sigh. Leaving the first-aid kit on the table, she gets up to sit on the couch and pats beside her for Ruby. Kara checks on Lena, scooting close to the raven-haired woman to check her wound; there’s a pink band-aid around her thumb that’s printed with hearts. She resists the urge to kiss it, and smiles when Lena threads their fingers together.
“We’re in trouble,” Lena murmurs.
Kara chuckles. “Not yet.” They stay seated on the floor and look up at Sam and Ruby. The tall brunette looks serious but she talks to Ruby in a soft voice. For her part, Ruby seems very much interested, eyes bright and understanding like when Lena would explain to her how certain chemical reactions work when the CEO would bring her to L-Corp’s labs at times.
“You remember what I told you before, when you asked why there were two women holding hands in the supermarket?” Sam asks softly. She runs her fingers through Ruby’s hair as the young girl nods. “This is kind of like that. Love is love, and in the same way it doesn’t see sex, or gender, or race, or social class…”
Sam trails off and shifts her gaze from Ruby. Kara’s heart stutters in her chest when she meets Sam’s eyes. The brunette smiles at her, and when she flicks chocolate gaze beside her, she hears the spike in Lena’s heartbeat, feels the minute squeeze of her hand in Kara’s.
“Sometimes, love doesn’t contain itself,” Sam continues. She wraps her arm around Ruby’s shoulders and Ruby glances at them. Kara gives her a grin. “It can’t. It’s selfless, honey, remember? And some people are lucky enough to find not just one, but two people they love and want to spend their life with.” Sam kisses Ruby’s forehead and Lena squeezes Kara’s hand. “Auntie Kara, Auntie Lena, and I are three of the lucky ones, honey.”
There’s only silence for a moment. Kara hears the rushing of her heartbeat against her ears as well as the racing of Lena’s and Sam’s hearts. This is a big step for them. In the couple of months they have been... this, they haven’t told anyone. Kara hasn’t even told Alex. Ruby is the closest person to Sam who would know, and it would explain why they are all nervous.
“So,” Ruby finally speaks as she glances over Kara and Lena before turning back to her mother with a curious expression. “They’re both your girlfriends?”
Sam chuckles at that. Kara hears the way relief rushes through her body, only to be replaced by a sort of excitement. She glances towards Lena and Kara, a soft smile on her lips—Rao, Kara wants to kiss her—then Lena is squeezing the heroine’s hand. Kara glances at Lena at that, only to see the raven-haired woman smiling at her too, and oh, oh.
“Y-yeah,” Kara blurts out. There’s a relieved chuckle somewhere and Lena leans her head against the blonde’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Lena repeats. Sam laughs as Ruby bounces on her seat.
“That is so cool,” she grins. “I have three moms!”
The three women laugh and Sam pulls her daughter into an even tighter hug. “Yeah, you are pretty lucky, sweetie,” she murmurs as Ruby wraps her arms around her waist. “You two get in here,” Sam adds as she waves for Kara and Lena to stand. The two quickly get up, Kara giggling as she watches Lena join the pile, resting one knee on the couch so she could hug Sam and Ruby. The blonde grins widely, her cheeks almost hurt from smiling, but there’s only warmth and the feeling of home as she embraces the three of them.
“We’re all pretty lucky,” Lena whispers, and Kara thinks there’s traces of almost-tears in her voice. She kisses the top of her head.
“Except you,” Kara teases. “That cut looks deep.”
Lena huffs as she pulls away. “I’m fine,” she mutters, this time lifting up her hand to examine her thumb. Sam reaches to pull her by the hip so she could sit on the couch, making the CEO giggle.
“Ruby, can you get the pizza bagels I made in the kitchen please?” Sam requests as she looks at the young girl. “About time you three took a break.”
Ruby nods excitedly and heads to the kitchen, an extra bounce in her step. The three women watch her go. The brunette hums as Kara sits on the couch on her other side, and the heroine purrs in content when Sam reaches up to put her arms around their shoulders, her left around Lena’s and her right around Kara’s, her fingers tenderly running through black and honey hair.
“So that was… Interesting,” Lena says with a small chuckle.
Kara closes her eyes as she shifts so she is nestled against Sam. “Girlfriends, huh?”
“Label or not, I do mean it,” Sam murmurs. Kara could hear and feel the way her heart slows, relaxed around the two of them, almost in sync with Lena’s, and it’s this cadence that she could always fall asleep to. “I do want to spend my life with the two of you.”
“It’s weird,” Kara whispers. “I never really thought I’d luck out with, you know. Love.” The word makes her fluster, still, but Sam’s lips on her forehead makes her smile. There’s a hand that reaches out for her knee, and without looking she knows it’s Lena. “But here you two are. It’s… It’s insane, and I still think I’m dreaming sometimes, but thank Rao.”
“Must you always be sappy, Kar?” Lena mumbles. “Now the joke I’ve been wanting to say since earlier seems too inappropriate.”
“You’re always the sappy one, Lena.” Sam smirks. “Do tell.”
Kara hears her snort. It makes her smile—the world has only ever known of Lena the Luthor, the businesswoman, but here she has an unfiltered view of Lena the ungraceful dork, of Lena the soft lover, of Lena the romantic. “No.”
“Lee,” Kara encourages.
The raven-haired woman chuckles. “Fine,” she sighs. “I was going to make a joke about how I’m glad it’s my thumb and not… Other…. Fingers.”
Of Lena the inappropriate, it seems. There’s a light swat, and when Kara finally opens her eyes Lena is pouting and cradling her left hand in her right, Sam glaring at her.
“You are the worst,” Sam threatens, though there are traces of barely-held laughter on her lips. “Never speak again.”
Kara chuckles. “Not even to scre—”
“Do not finish that sentence, Kara,” Sam interrupts. “Or you’re going home.”
Kara pouts but Ruby chooses that time to return to the living room, a tray of pizza bagels and a jug of juice in her hands. Kara gasps as she gets up and helps her, putting the tray on the coffee table. She quickly snatches a warm one that’s topped with lots of cheese and bacon bits and practically bites half of it.
“I have another question,” Ruby says as she takes a bagel herself. Sam hums in acknowledgement as she gets two, handing one to Lena. Ruby points to the flattened glue gun and Kara chokes on her bite of pizza. She coughs, rather violently, and Sam chuckles as she hands her the jug of orange juice. The two women on the couch fix their gaze on the blonde and the heroine laughs awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. She puts her pizza bagel down and nervously pushes up her glasses.
“Oh… About that…”
//
Ruby had been very excited about the prospect of having Supergirl as her new mom. It took some arguing, Ruby and Kara against Sam and Lena, for Kara to be allowed to give Ruby a quick trip to the clouds, but the two had whipped out pouts that had the two chief officers huffing and making them promise to take care, or else. Kara had no doubt they would come up with something terrifying for both of them if they get in trouble, like… Like only vegetables for dinner.
The heroine holds Ruby tight as they fly off from the back door. She hears Sam murmur she better get back my daughter in one piece and Lena giggling and kissing Sam’s worries away, before she focuses on the cold night air and Ruby’s excited heartbeat.
She watches Ruby touch the clouds with such awe and wonder that Kara remembers back when she first flew with Alex, her sister all curious questions and tight grip.
They head home after almost half an hour and a tour of National City in bird’s eye view, but she does promise the girl they can go flying again soon. They come back with wind-swept hair and laughter on their lips to Lena making hot chocolate in the kitchen and Sam bringing several blankets and futons from upstairs to the living room. Kara grins at the sight of the coffee table on the side, the couch moved back to the wall, and several dinner chairs in the room.
“We’re making a blanket fort?” Ruby excitedly asks. Sam chuckles and nods, and the girl eagerly takes some blankets from her mom to help her set up. They manage to make a sizeable one that could fit all four of them and then some—Kara’s powers came in handy because they had to hook a blanket to the ceiling so they could put the TV inside the fort—and another half an hour later, they are huddled under their blanket fort and the warmth of several of pillows and each other. They share late night ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, and a marathon of Disney movies— Aladdin , then The Little Mermaid , then Tangled —and Kara is pleasantly surprised that Ruby knows the songs and she finally has someone to sing along with.
They stay up late, much to Sam’s disapproval, but it’s her who pulls the sheets over Kara and Ruby when they have fallen asleep between Sam and Lena. Sam takes their mugs, plates and spoons back to the kitchen and Lena turns off the TV. She waits until the brunette returns, and they cuddle with the dozing pair between them. Kara stirs lightly and scoots closer into the warmth of Lena. The woman kisses the back of her shoulder as she drapes an arm over her and murmurs good night . Sam brushes her hand against hers before lacing them together, and in the dimness of the lamps they had on, they share a smile, and they fall asleep in the warmth of their blanket fort home.
//
With Lena and Sam knowing about Kara being Supergirl, there’s much more worry going around—more than Kara is able to handle.
“We know you can handle yourself, Kara,” Lena sighs as she pulls off Kara’s boots one night at Sam’s living room, after the heroine dealt with rogue aliens. Sam walks in with a tray of three cups of hot chocolate and some cookies and places them on the coffee table. It is late and Ruby is asleep, thankfully, or else she would probably be interviewing Kara right now.
“That doesn’t mean we can stop worrying,” Sam murmurs as she takes the boots Lena has removed and places them on the floor beside the couch. She walks to the arm of the couch where Kara is leaning against so she could unclip her cape. Kara makes a small noise when Sam tugs on it, and she hovers off the couch slightly so the brunette could pull it off. The blonde pouts as she looks behind her, watching Sam fold the red fabric.
“I know, I know,” she murmurs, then sighs in contentment when Sam presses gentle pressure on the knots on her shoulders, enough to dig into her exhaustion. Kara wonders sometimes where she manages to get that strength. “But I’m fine. I can handle myself, I promise.” She reaches for Sam’s hand and kisses the back of it, then sits up so she could pull Lena, who is sitting on the other side of the couch, into a soft kiss.
Sam and Lena relent, as usual—not because of the kisses, they’ll insist, though Kara knows it mostly is, but this isn’t their first discussion and they aren’t about to argue about a matter that isn’t up for debate—so they just cuddle on the couch, whisper conversations about work and the most random of things, until Sam falls asleep against Kara’s shoulder. The heroine carries Sam to her bedroom, then Lena, too, and Kara changes into the pajamas she had kept at Sam’s place before getting into bed with the two. They sleep in Sam’s king-sized bed, Kara surrounded with the warmth of home. She just kicked alien ass, saved National City, and came home to her lovely girlfriends.
She’s more than fine. She’s wonderful.
//
She isn’t fine, the next time. Some deranged Cadmus fan got hold of synthetic Kryptonite. The DEO isn’t able to track the signature before she is sent to the scene, and the next thing she knows she’s barely able to keep herself up and Alex and her team are pulling her out of the area. At least she managed to get the bad guy, she tells Alex, and her sister just tells her she should hold tight because they are going to bake her under her yellow sun lamps at the DEO.
She wakes up, some time later, and she sits up in panic when she realizes that her earlier fight must have been televised and Rao, Sam and Lena must be going out of their minds. She confirms this when she checks her phone and sees multiple missed calls and texts from both of them. Kara leaves the DEO, telling Alex that she had something to deal with.
One of the texts from Lena mention they’re in the L-Corp office, and when she lands on the balcony the sun is almost setting. She hears two familiar heartbeats shift from nervous rhythm to that of relief.
“Kara,” Sam and Lena breathe out. They sprint from where they both sit on the couch and throw themselves at Kara. The heroine is at least recharged enough that she accepts the hug with only a small nervous laugh.
“Hi,” Kara greets. The two pull away from the hug, and suddenly there’s a jab of a finger on her chest. It doesn’t hurt but she does feel it, and she meets a pair of worried glances, red-rimmed eyes that glint with worry.
“We told you to take care of yourself,” Sam hisses. She’s trying to be mad, Kara knows, but her voice cracks in the gentlest of ways. Lena sniffles and crosses her arms. She doesn’t hide the way her green eyes water, and there’s a frown on her lips that Kara wants to kiss away.
“You could have died, Kara,” Lena whispers.
Kara tries to offer them a small smile. “I’m fi—”
“Don’t say that!” Sam exclaims, and she stalks to her desk with a frustrated huff. She sits on the edge of the table, crossing her arms as well, and glares at Kara. “You can’t just- just go off and disappear like that and invalidate the concern we’re feeling. We saw you pass out and fall out of the sky , Kara.” Her voice breaks again but she doesn’t cry. Kara smiles sadly. Sam is the strongest of them, she knows, and she’s beautiful and almost as unbreakable as Kara sometimes and it hurts that she is the one that placed that hurt in her eyes. Kara sighs and reaches out for Lena’s hand. The CEO relents easily, and the heroine pulls her hand so they could walk closer to Sam. Kara reaches out for her hand too.
It’s times like this that Kara, the Girl of Steel, feels the most insignificant yet the most powerful—there will come a time when she would be forgotten, no longer the hero people want, but she is and will remain to be everything to these two women. She feels the rush of their heartbeats, their warmth, and she squeezes Sam’s and Lena’s hands in hers. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” she whispers, voice small, but manages a smile that she hopes is comforting. “I was as surprised as everyone else about the- the kryptonite. But .” She lifts Lena’s hand to her lips and kisses her knuckles before doing the same to Sam’s, and there, Sam almost breaks—she sniffles, just barely, but Kara is able to hear it. “I’m here now, I’m home, and I’m fine.”
There’s resolve on both of their faces, like they want to stay mad at Kara, but the heroine quirks up her lips into one of her goofier smiles—it’s one that never fails to make Lena crack one of her own, and it works; the CEO shakes her head and wipes her teary eyes with the back of her hand, before playfully punching Kara’s shoulder.
“That’s it, I’m redesigning your costume with anti-Kryptonite capabilities,” Lena mutters. She points at Kara. “And if your boss at DEO has problems with it he can talk to me face to face so I can slap him with all the reasons why this- this- glorified cheerleader costume doesn’t help you. Just because you’re bulletproof? ”
“And fireproof,” Kara supplies. Lena glares at her and crosses her arms again, and the heroine throws her arms up in defense. She looks to Sam for help, but the CFO crosses her arms again, too, and levels Kara with another glare. The blonde thinks her eyes are glowing, and it does make her stutter a bit.
“Not funny,” Sam mutters. “God. We’re going to die worrying about you, Kara. You shouldn’t be so reckless.”
Kara pouts at Sam at that. “I wasn’t. I mean. Not really. I knew what I was doing, okay? And I’m fine, Sam. See?” She twirls and grins at the two. “Perfectly fine. Now. Let’s go home? I think I could use a nap.”
Sam stares at her. Kara meets her gaze—the brown in her eyes look more like fire, in the sunset, and it’s fitting because Sam is just that. Kara shifts her gaze to Lena, as if asking for help. The raven-haired woman steps closer to Sam. Kara hears her whisper you know she needs you, us, and the heroine pretends not to hear. Sam finally relents at that, the fire in her eyes softening but they’re still embers, warming Kara inside. It makes Kara grin when Sam nods and mutters fine , and the blonde leans in to press a kiss on her cheek, then Lena’s.
The CEO takes out some of the emergency clothes Sam keeps in her office for Kara to change into so they could use the normal doors. She feels their eyes on her as she takes off her super suit in the middle of Sam’s office, but it’s not with the same heat they usually do it with—when she looks up, Lena’s eyebrows are crinkled with worry as if she’s looking for any bruise or cuts.
“I’m fine, babe,” she says again, and she doesn’t miss the way Lena flusters at the pet name. Kara beams.
They walk together out of the office. If Jess is surprised Kara is suddenly there, she doesn’t show it, she just waves at the three as they leave. They take Sam’s car—they always do, after all, because Sam would insist on driving both of them to CatCo even if Lena had a driver and Kara could fly. Kara asks to take the backseat so Lena takes the passengers’, and the heroine lounges at the length of the seat as her exhaustion catches up with her. She doesn’t notice that she has fallen asleep, but the next thing she knows, Sam is gently shaking her awake, then she is being carried to her apartment.
She feels the familiar softness of her own bed, hears hushed voices, and she yawns and stirs as she feels soft hands tugging her clothes off before they are replaced with softer, well-worn fabrics. There’s a kiss on her forehead, then another, and Kara blinks her sleepy eyes open just in time to pull Lena by her wrist.
“Don’t go,” she murmurs. She thinks Lena smiles at her.
“We’ll be back in a bit, darling,” Lena promises. “We’ll just change, alright?”
The heroine yawns again and nods, then settles in the middle of the bed. She still needs to check with Alex, she knows, but maybe that could wait. She’s just in need of sleep and cuddles.
The bed dips, a few seconds or minutes later, Kara doesn’t know, but the familiar warmth washes over her and she feels arms wrap around her waist. There’s a kiss on her shoulder, then on her forehead, and Kara smiles sleepily. It’s lovely, she thinks, how she has come to know Lena and Sam and all their little quirks and intricacies—Sam likes being the big spoon, always, and she does this thing where she nuzzles the back of Kara’s or Lena’s neck with her forehead as she pulls her little spoon flush to the curve of her body; Lena always slides her cold feet against Sam’s or Kara’s, and it’s Kara who would always say your feet are cold in a grumble but the heroine always, always lets her take all the warmth she could offer. Sam’s goodnight kisses linger, all the time, like she doesn’t quite believe everything is real and Kara often feels like a being revered. Lena’s are softer, tentative, as if Kara or Sam could break with any more pressure, and it’s always followed by an I love you that they always echo, always, even when they had long, exhausting days or fights or even while they slept.
“I’m sorry, again,” Kara murmurs. Sleep makes her voice scratchy. She clears her throat. There’s a comforting hand on her cheek—Lena’s—then Sam nuzzles the back of her neck.
“We know,” Lena whispers. “Did… Did you solar flare?”
Kara shakes her head. “Not really. Close,” she yawns. “I just want to rest.”
Sam hums. “Take all the time in the world, love.”
Kara does. She takes all the time and the love her worlds have to offer. “I love you both, ” she mumbles, and she isn’t quite sure if it comes out in English, but it’s repeated to her nonetheless.
//
She wakes up much later in a tangle of limbs, Sam’s arm over her belly and Lena’s head on her shoulder. She yawns and stretches a bit. It’s still dark outside, and a quick scan of the city with her hearing tells her National City is at peace, for now.
Lena stirs against her. Kara watches her blink away the sleep, dark lashes fluttering against the paleness of her skin. She could count them, had counted them before, one time when she had woken up before either of them and had spent some time just admiring Rao’s own work on Earth. She grins at the drowsy look in Lena’s eyes, like she’s still dreaming, and Kara leans in to kiss her softly.
“Go back to sleep,” Kara murmurs. Lena hums and yawns.
“Are you alright?” The raven-haired woman asks. Kara could only nod. She reaches out and pushes dark hair behind Lena’s ear. The woman’s lashes flutter again, and she cups Kara’s face tenderly. Worry creases her eyebrows and Kara, unable to stop herself, leans in to kiss it away.
“I’m sorry I made you two worry,” Kara whispers. The CEO sighs. It’s heavy, laden with the concern that never really leaves when you’re associated— in a relationship —with a hero, and though sometimes Kara wishes she could make them not worry, she knows they understand. They always do.
“It’s alright,” Lena promises. “Just be more careful next time? I meant it when I said I’ll take a chance on your new suit.”
Kara chuckles and nods. “I’ll give Winn a heads up.” Lena hums. She bites her lip, and Kara watches the way green eyes flick to her lips, before returning to meet her gaze.
“Kiss me again?” Lena offers. As if Kara could say no to that. She grins and leans in, capturing her lover’s lips. A pleased sound escapes Lena, muffled against Kara’s lips, and the heroine giggles when the younger woman pulls her closer by the hip. The action makes Sam stir behind Kara. The blonde hears her before the arm over her pulls back to run her palm over her bicep—goosebumps trail on Kara’s skin and she shudders against Lena.
“This is always a lovely sight to see,” Sam rasps, voice still very much laced with sleep. She presses a kiss on Kara’s shoulder again and leans up a bit to glance at Lena. “Or am I dreaming?”
Kara chuckles. “If this is a dream, I certainly don’t want to wake up.”
Lena shushes her by pulling her to a kiss again. “Go back to sleep, Sam,” she mumbles against Kara’s smile, “we’re a bit busy.” Sam chuckles at that, and Kara moans against Lena’s lips—almost jumps—when she feels the hand on her bicep move down to her waist, only to slide down her stomach.
“Is this okay?” Sam asks Kara. Lena pulls back just enough, as if to check on what’s happening. Sam’s hand is under the blonde’s shirt, over her belly. When the heroine nods, the raven-haired woman kisses her forehead then her lips again.
“Let us take care of you this time, Kara?” Lena offers. As if Kara needs any persuasion, Sam slides her hand up, pushes honey hair to the side, and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the base of her neck. Kara hums, melts into the bed and Lena and Sam’s touches, and gives in. The blonde accepts Lena’s offered kiss, soft hands on her cheeks, and she tugs the raven-haired woman closer to her by the back of her neck. Sam busies herself with pressing kisses down Kara’s arm, moving lower. The blonde groans when she feels Sam lift her shirt and nip her belly—teeth, teeth on soft but steel skin. Before she could say anything, Lena is pushing her on her back, Sam is tugging on her sleep shorts. Lips distract her so much, so do hands everywhere, and Kara’s is still a bit lethargic but her mind is so wide awake and racing with need.
“Much better,” Sam mumbles, and Lena pulls away from Kara’s neck just enough to laugh, and when the blonde looks down, she realizes that she is now very much naked. Sam is shirtless, Kara could see her hard nipples despite the dim light of the room. She reaches out, cups a full breast, and Sam grins at her and leans it to kiss her fully on the lips. Kara moans, squeezes the flesh in her palm, the pebbled bud hard against her skin.
“Catch up, Luthor,” Sam murmurs against the heroine’s lips. The CFO nips Kara bottom lip, making her whimper and grab Sam by the waist. She hears Lena giggle—girlish, teasing—then a flick, and when Kara opens her eyes her room is bathed in red light that makes her heart race.
They decided to install one there, one time, when they spent a lazy weekend afternoon doing nothing and ended up having too much fun (sex) that Kara broke the bed. Sam bought her a new one, and Lena set up the red sun lamp. She did the same to Sam’s bedroom, too, and one time Ruby asked what it’s for, and Sam just said it helps Kara sleep sometimes.
(Kara had laughed at Sam at that, when Ruby had finished asking her questions about how Krypton is the same with and different from Earth, but Lena just pointed out that later, when Ruby had been very far away from them, that well, being well-fucked does help you sleep, and Kara had shut up about it.)
“ Now I can properly mark you,” Lena laughs, and as if Sam wants to test things, she bites down hard on Kara’s lip. It sends a jolt of pleasurable pain down Kara’s spine, makes her eyes roll back. The brunette pulls back and smirks at Kara then she’s pulling away. Kara blinks owlishly, only to focus on Sam and Lena kissing above her—Lena has lost her shirt too, and Kara bites her lip, resists the urge to reach out and touch because her girlfriends are just there, above her, making out like they want Kara to combust from watching.
Someone moans. Kara thinks it’s Lena, and she finally dares to move, reaching out to tease a pink nipple. Lena moans again. Sam pulls back from the kiss to throw a satisfied smirk over at Kara; the blonde mirrors it, proud of herself, and she’s about to tell them to please, don’t stop on my account, but the raven-haired woman is shifting and leaning back down to capture Kara’s lips into a kiss, all tongue and teeth and far hungrier than before. She’s not complaining. It stokes the fire that’s burning in her core, and Sam feeds the hunger—there are Sam’s exploring lips making her way down her stomach as Lena’s soft hands tease Kara’s breasts.
The heroine reaches for dark hair, tugs on it lightly as she growls against full, red lips, all the while Sam busies herself with leaving bite marks everywhere as she makes her way between Kara’s legs.
Kara pulls back with a whimper from Lena’s kisses at the first contact of lips on her cunt, then a hot tongue swiping up her slit that makes her arch her back. Lena murmurs I love you like this under her breath, then she’s kissing down Kara’s neck again. She’s on fire, feels like it, everything is hot and delicious and there are insistent lips and teeth on the sensitive crook of her neck, a hand on her left breast, teasing, tugging her nipple, and Sam is teasing the inside of her thighs with the faintest of nips.
“Please,” Kara rasps. It’s almost too much. She bucks her hips towards Sam but the woman only chuckles and shushes her. She kisses Kara’s clit again—what a tease —but before she could beg some more, Sam is licking down her pussy lips, parting them just enough to tease her entrance with the tip of her tongue. Her moan is swallowed by Lena, who kisses her again and tells her to let us take care of you, darling.
And Rao, do they take care of her. It’s times like this that Kara often feels like all the luck in the universe has blessed her, two gorgeous women here, on her bed, and she’s teetering on the edge of pleasure even if they haven’t really started. Not by a long shot. Sam gives her clit the slowest, gentlest of licks, Lena is feasting on her neck, enjoying the way Kara whimpers and groans underneath them.
They’re out to kill her, Kara thinks. Her right hand threads through dark hair, her left clutching Lena’s hand on her breast. She squeezes and Lena mimics the action, making Kara moan.
Sam is still teasing. Kara tugs on her hair, enough to hear her hiss, but she can’t say sorry—not with pleas and moans on her lips. She doesn’t want to, not when she isn’t given what she wants. And as much luck she feels at times like this, she feels incredibly powerless, at the mercy of Lena and Sam, but it’s so addicting, this pleasure, this submission, and before she could stop herself she’s begging please, Sam, yet again.
Kara almost cries when Sam pulls away because what the fuck, but then she’s filled with a finger, then two, and she almost really cries this time in sheer pleasure and relief as Sam curls her fingers just so. Lena whispers her name against her ear—it’s nothing more than a breath of delight, and if Kara could, she’d open her eyes to look at her, but she can’t, not in this moment when her nerves burn with pleasure and Sam is teasing her clit with her tongue while she fucks her with talented fingers. It’s easy to lose herself like this, bathed in red light and contentment, and she bucks her hips towards Sam, arches her back—she’s falling, too soon, too soon, but she feels Sam crawl up, hears I love you whispered to her in her Kryptonian and there’s lips on her cheek and another on her nipple and Rao, this is how she dies, in the midst of an orgasm, under the touch of the most powerful women in her world.
Kara collapses on the bed, unable to hear anything but the rush of her heartbeat in her ear, unable to feel anything but pleasure buzzing in her fingertips, the tip of her tongue. She whimpers when Sam pulls her fingers out. There’s a kiss on her forehead, and when she finds the littlest of strengths she needed to open her eyes, Lena is looking at her worriedly.
“Are you alright, love?” She asks, pushing back blonde hair away from Kara’s eyes.
The heroine blinks and chuckles, nods slowly. “I’m perfect.” She glances over at Sam who smiles at her in the soft, gentle way she does, then winks and pops her fingers in her mouth.
Tease.
Lena laughs lightly and kisses Kara’s forehead again. “Crinkle,” she murmurs, and she distracts her enough that she doesn’t notice Sam move off the bed. She comes back, moments later, and takes Kara’s wrists. The heroine makes a small grunt of surprise when she notices the red silk ties in Sam’s hands. The taller woman pauses.
“Are you okay with these?” She asks, and Kara melts all over again. She nods. Sam bites her lip and quietly proceeds with her task.
“Here’s a taste of how helpless you made us feel, worrying about you like that,” she murmurs. Kara doesn’t mind, not really, because there’s hunger in Sam’s eyes that makes her skin crawl in the best of ways, but she knows behind that is the concern that never leaves Sam, or Lena. As Sam moves to bind Kara’s wrists to the headboard, Kara meets her gaze and whispers I’m sorry, I love you, and Sam must have meant to ignore her, but Kara doesn’t miss the way she falters in her movements, swallows thickly, and murmurs it’s fine, I just worry.
Sam pulls back to examine her handiwork. “Too tight?” She asks, to which Kara shakes her head. Sam hums and steps away from the bed. She shimmies her shorts and panties off then gestures for Lena; the raven-haired woman skips over Kara, much to her amusement, and lets the older woman take her shorts and panties off, too. Kara could just watch from where she’s tied in the middle of the bed. She hears Sam murmur she’s all yours, shivers with the way Lena purrs, then the raven-haired woman is making her way between her legs. Kara follows her with her gaze, coughs when Lena winks at her.
Sam takes her attention though. “Eyes up, soldier,” the woman murmurs, and when Kara does she’s greeted with the sight of Sam moving to straddle her and oh—
Oh.
Kara isn’t able to react fully, then, because Sam is lowering her cunt to her lips and there’s a broad, hot lick on hers from Lena, and the heroine could only tug on her restraints because holy Rao, this is truly how she dies. Sam’s taste floods her senses; the woman looks down at her with pure hunger, her bottom lip between her teeth. There’s a pause, the barest of nods from Kara, and she whimpers when Sam pulls blonde hair in her hand and hisses eat.
And it’s like a trigger is pulled with that simple word. Kara obeys and so does Lena—the blonde feels a hot tongue over her slit again, teasing her, and she bucks her hips just as she opens her mouth for Sam. She lets her own tongue out to play, but it seems Sam has other ideas. She grips Kara’s hair tighter, making the blonde hiss, blue eyes darken, then Sam is slowly rolling her hips. The brunette lets out a delicious moan when her clit grinds against Kara’s tongue, brushes against her teeth, moans again when Kara does because Lena, oh, Lena is suckling her sensitive bud in her lips, fingers teasing her entrance too, like Sam had, except she doesn’t wait, slips two fingers inside Kara.
She moans against Sam, making her moan, too, and Kara’s apartment walls learn and relearns the way Kara’s name is sang from lips full of praise and awe.
Staying focused is challenging when talented fingers work between her legs but Kara manages, though barely. She keeps her eyes open, watches the way Sam rides her face, the way her back arches and her tits bounce when Kara flicks her tongue against her cunt. Kara thinks her body is a temple and she'll spend the rest of her life worshipping. Sam has her head thrown back, hand buried in honey hair. When Lena hums against Kara's clit and finds that rough spot inside Kara that makes her tremble and scream, the blonde does exactly that—the resounding vibrations pull delicious moans and frantic movements from Sam, who hangs her head in pleasure, grabs the headboard with her free hand and grips for dear life.
“Make me come, Kara,” she whimpers with a soft plea. Kara meets her gaze, dark chocolate laced with fire, and she tugs fruitlessly on her binds again as Lena takes it as a challenge herself—Kara's thighs tremble against the side of Lena's head as the raven-haired woman sucks on her clit harder, curls her fingers as if in an attempt to distract Kara from what she was told to do.
She'll be damned.
It's almost impossible to keep her eyes open but she does, barely, vision of Sam's pleasured face hazy as she laps her clit and pussy lips. Her juices soak Kara's chin and she's a mess, and if Kara could think she would realize she's made a mess of Lena too.
“K-Kara,” Sam chokes out. Kara feels fire on her fingertips, tastes salvation on her tongue, has heaven between her legs and she's flying, though powerless, flying up up up before crashing into the deepest depths of pleasure and takes Sam with her. She screams Kara's name, a prayer, oh god oh god oh god.
Everything goes white for a moment. Pleasure burns in the most delicious of ways and Kara loves this, feeling human, succumbing to her basest of her desires. When she comes to, a whimper escapes her lips as she feels Lena pull out, then there are gentle licks on her core, soft hands on her still trembling thighs, and all Kara could smell is still Sam even if the woman had already rolled over to the side, panting. She kisses Kara's cheek and the blonde chuckles, still delirious.
She feels a lingering kiss below her navel, then feels Lena move up to settle on her other side. She presses a kiss on Kara's cheek too, asks if she's okay, and so casually offers her fingers to Sam for her to clean up. Despite it being a sight she's seen a thousand times before, Kara loses all remaining breath and thought, hazy eyes focusing on the way Sam takes hold of Lena's wrist as if she'd pull away, follows the curl of her lips around pale, shiny digits, the swirl of her pink tongue around them.
Kara is sure she feels the pleasure of it tugging inside her again.
“Kara?” Lena murmurs, and only then does the heroine realize she didn't answer her. Kara swallows thickly and nods, makes a move to reach out for her lovers and frowns when she isn't able to move. “Good,” Lena continues. She pushes back blonde hair that sticks on Kara's face and kisses her forehead. “I'll get us some water.”
Before Kara could make her stay, the raven-haired woman is rolling out of bed and making her way out the bedroom. Kara shamelessly watches her with her gaze on her ass. She hears Sam chuckle and when Kara turns to her, she's smirking.
“Another, darling?” She offers as she drags nimble digits down the inside of Kara’s thighs. And Kara, she’s ever so hungry, so she bites her lip, nods, and gives in. Sam kisses her on the corner of her mouth before she’s taking the space Lena had occupied earlier, between Kara’s legs. She dives in with no pretense, only thirst, laps up Kara’s juices on her soaked cunt and the powerless heroine is left to hopelessly tug on her restraints again, whimpered curses in an alien language on her lips.
“I left for two seconds,” Lena says when she comes back. There’s amusement in her tone, and when Kara glances up she’s placing three bottles of water on the bedside table. Sam pulls away from Kara’s pussy, making the blonde whine.
“She tasted nice on your fingers,” Sam murmurs, leans in to graze her teeth against Kara’s clit. The blonde shudders. “I wondered if she tasted better from the source.”
Lena laughs and kneels on the bed. There’s a plea on Kara’s throat, for Lena to stop talking to Sam so she could get back to work, for Lena to do something. “Don’t you get the answer twice a week in your office?” She smirks. “Don’t think I don’t know, you taste like Kara when I visit.”
Sam swirls her tongue around Kara’s clit once, then pulls back to mirror Lena’s smirk. “That’s not a coincidence.”
“Can we please stop talking?” Kara hisses as she glares at the two. “Let the woman work, please, Rao, I need—”
Lena cuts her off by straddling her stomach, and there’s wet warmth on her skin and Lena’s smirking face above her, soft hands resting lightly just below her breasts. She hears Sam chuckle, feels a tug on her thighs before they are pulled over her shoulders.
“This is okay?” Lena asks, the softness betraying the smugness of her expression. Kara nods feverishly, though it falters when a moan rips from her throat as Sam finally, finally continues, and there’s a hot tongue on her cunt and Lena’s soaked pussy on her abs.
It’s delirious pleasure, all over again. Sam’s tongue is a gift Kara is blessed with, alternating with thirsty licks on her lips and gentle sucks on her clit. When Lena gropes her tits and teases her hard nipples, the blonde tenses with delight, and the raven-haired woman takes advantage of it, rolling her hips and grinding hard against Kara’s belly. It’s a sight that intensifies the razing fire between her legs, and Kara is torn between wanting to close her eyes from the pleasure, and keeping them open just to watch the way it contorts Lena’s features in the most beautiful of ways.
Lena’s movements slowly turn frantic, desperate, and so do Sam’s—it’s like she’s following Lena’s rhythm, every roll of her hips a flick of her tongue and Kara is brought up to the clouds once more, higher and higher, and it’s a high not even flying can bring her.
Lena whimpers her name. Kara tenses, just to give her something, grinds back against her in a way that makes her push her core harder into Sam’s mouth. Her vision is almost blurry but she fixates on the furrow of Lena’s eyebrows, the parting of her lips, feels the tremble of her body despite her lack of powers. She’s close.
“Come for me, Lena,” Kara rasps, and just like that, Lena screams, hands finding purchase on the blonde’s shoulders as she comes and that’s what pushes Kara to the edge too—she arches, tenses, shatters, a strangled moan of both Sam’s and Lena’s names on her lips.
She barely catches her breath, body still tingling, when there’s a gasp and movements on top of her. She opens her eyes, not realizing she’s closed them, and she’s greeted with the sight of Lena above her. Looking down, she notices that she’s on all fours, and before she could ask, Lena is moaning.
“What—”
“Tell her what I’m doing,” Kara hears Sam say. Darkened blue gaze focus yet again on the pleasure on Lena’s face. It clicks then, in her head, and she tugs on her binds with a whine. She sees the struggle on Lena’s face and Kara swallows thickly when she opens her eyes. They’re darker than she has ever seen.
“She’s- fuck, she’s—” Lena moans again. Kara hears a spank, the resounding crack of skin against skin, and Lena drops, forehead pressing against Kara’s. The blonde feels every puff of her breath, feels her quiver. Sam speaks but she doesn’t hear what she is saying—her brain is short-circuiting now, probably—and Lena whines again. “Two fingers i-inside,” she manages, short of a whimpered plea against Kara’s lips. “She’s—god, marking.” The blonde groans at that, the image of Sam fucking Lena from behind while she’s leaving a pretty, purple mark on her ass burning behind her eyelids, and she wishes so badly she had enough strength to rip the stupid silk ties off her wrists so she could- so she could watch properly , or join, or just be able to do something instead of just lay here with the barest idea of what’s happening.
It’s torture, almost, and she feels— helpless.
“Harder, Sam,” Lena begs, and even without her super hearing Kara hears the way her voice cracks. She’s close, already, and the hands on Kara are gone, perhaps now clutching the sheets beneath Kara, and she’s jealous and furious all at the same time. “Just- oh, lick- lick me— there!”
“Take the ties off,” Kara whines. Lena whimpers in reply, hisses close, so close Kara, and the heroine tugs on her binds again and growls. “ Lena.”
There’s a bite on her neck, bordering painful, and Lena shakes above her. She’s coming, and Kara’s skin stings but she doesn’t care, she just wants—
“Ties off,” she growls again, but Lena pants, pushes herself off to the side with a satisfied giggle like she doesn’t notice the frustration in Kara’s voice. The blonde jerks her wrists against her binds, curses the stupid sun lamp that bleeds red into the room, but thankfully before she could beg— demand —again, Sam is moving to loosen her restraints.
They are barely off when Kara takes Sam, pins her to the bed beside the panting Lena, and the heroine barely registers the shock on Sam’s face. There’s a moment of clarity, there, and when Sam nods the frenzied hunger is back.
“My turn,” she hisses, latches lips on Sam’s neck to kiss and lick and mark, hands roaming, teasing, touching everywhere until they reach her destination between the brunette’s legs. She’s dripping and Kara’s fingers slip in easily, and she is rewarded with a moan of her name—an offering she’s dying to take and take and take.
Everything Sam has done had obviously worked her up; she’s already clenching tightly around Kara’s fingers though she has barely started, and she claws down Kara’s back and Rao, maybe that sun lamp isn’t really stupid, because there’s something utterly satisfying about the delicious bite of nails on skin, the red marks that she wears proudly.
Sam is coming with a cry of Kara’s name, too soon for Kara’s liking, and she husks can you take another in Sam’s ear and the woman nods, whimpers please, so Kara continues, fucks the ever living lights out of her until she’s screaming Kara’s name again that all of National City probably heard. Sam quivers, breathless underneath the heroine, and Kara rolls over with a deep breath of satisfaction. She watches as she lays between Sam and Lena, both all contented smiles, and she reaches over to the side to turn off the sun lamp.
The return of her powers is slow, like electricity on her fingertips, but as soon as she is able to focus on her lovers’ relaxing heartbeats, she smiles.
“All good?” She asks. The two laugh, voices tired. Kara grabs two bottles of water and offers them to the pair.
“Back to sleep?” Kara offers when they are done rehydrating. There’s no answer, just Lena grunting as she lays down on her stomach and nuzzling against Kara’s shoulder, and Sam turning on her side so she could hug Kara’s side. Kara chuckles softly, presses kisses on her lovers’ cheeks, before she lets lingering pleasure and sleep take her.
//
There’s wriggling of keys that she hears from the distance, but Kara couldn’t be bothered to take notice of it when she’s wrapped in the most comforting of warmths. She hears Alex’s voice calling for her and she hums in acknowledgement, but then there’s the pulling of the curtains and a shriek that has Kara bolting up from where she lay. She sees Alex, eyes wide, cheeks red, and a second later she’s squeaking and stomping away. Kara looks around in panic, and her alarm increases hundredfold when she sees the sight that Alex has just seen: Lena is on her left, laying on her belly, miles of pale skin on display, dark hair splayed over her, love marks all over her ass and thighs; Sam on her right, laying on her side, hand not so innocently resting against Kara’s upper thigh. The sheets pool around their feet, and the silk ties are still around Kara’s wrists, and she throws them off the bed when she realizes her own state of undress.
Kara, naked, fair skin littered with faint marks, blonde hair messy from- from- well, their activities just hours ago. It’s bright outside, too bright. She blushes hotly and throws a glance over the bed where Sam and Lena stir from their slumber. Kara almost flies off the bed in search for clothes so she could chase after her sister.
“Alex!” She calls out, before the agent could rip the door open and leave. The older woman is blushing, probably as worse as Kara feels, and she doesn’t quite meet Kara’s gaze. Even the blonde herself is looking at the wall behind her. “Please don’t go, I- I can explain, just- just- stay? Sit, please,” she rambles in panic. The shirt she has shrugged on is skewed—it’s not even hers—and she tugs on it nervously with one hand as she gestures to the couch with the other. “It’s- I’ve been wanting to- Please, Alex.”
She isn’t ready for this conversation. At all. Sure, Kara had talked about it with Sam and Lena—not that Lena had anyone to tell, so she said—but having it now, right after her sister just caught her in bed with them? It’s mortifying, and she wants the earth to open up and swallow her whole, except she doesn’t want to, because she can’t leave Lena and Sam with Alex here. They would probably kill each other.
Alex, at the very least, seems to calm down. Barely. She heads to the fridge where she takes a bottle of beer and opens it. Kara barely reacts; she is going to let her sister have whatever she wanted at this time of day if she needs it. Kara thinks she needs a shot or seven of Aldebaran rum herself. She stands at the other side of the table, across Alex, who takes large gulps of her drink.
“Alex,” Kara starts. Her voice is meek and her sister seems to catch the panic in her tone. She sighs deeply, stares at the table in front of her.
“How long has... this ...been going on?” The agent asks. Her voice is a whisper, and Kara is thankful. She hopes Lena and Sam had fallen back to sleep, but the heartbeats far too quick for those in dreamstate tell her otherwise.
The blonde sighs and chews her lip. “A couple of months,” she murmurs. She doesn’t miss the way Alex scoffs, though the older woman tried to hide it.
“And you didn’t tell me?” She demands.
Kara meets her gaze, barely, and she flinches at the betrayal in her sister’s face. This is the woman she so trusted her whole life—one of the very first to believe in her, one of the few who would take a bullet for her despite the knowledge she’s indestructible. Kara’s shoulders sag in defeat. “I didn’t know how to, Alex.”
Alex sighs again. When she speaks, her voice is much softer. “That you’re seeing someone would be a start,” she whispers. Kara remembers how Alex had come out to her. That had been a difficult conversation for her, too, but her sister had managed, and right now Kara doesn’t really know why she waited for so long. It must be the sliver of fear that Alex wouldn’t understand—she’s her sister, she loves Kara very much, but there’s the tiniest chance that Alex would see her differently when she finally tells her about this relationship she has with Sam and Lena, and she fears that. Fears that she’d lose one of the people she can’t live without just because her heart fell for two.
Now that she’s here, she suddenly feels entirely too human, vulnerable, and she desperately wants Lena and Sam to be beside her right now, to face Alex, but she knows this is something she needs out of the way now.
“Is it—” Alex falters, clears her throat. She flails her hands in the air and puffs out a breath, like she’s searching for the right words. “Are you- The three of you?” She settles with.
Kara nods.
Alex nods too, slowly. She sighs again and runs her hand through her hair. At least she isn’t slamming the door on Kara’s face.
At least she’s trying to understand.
“What are you three?” Her sister asks again.
Kara lets out a breath and glances at the curtains that separate them from where her two lovers lay. Now that she’s listening in, she notices that they are, indeed, wide awake, and arguing about whether or not they should go out to rescue her. It warms Kara, feeds her the courage she needs to get through this conversation. “Girlfriends,” Kara smiles fondly, and she meets Alex’s gaze. “They’re my girlfriends, and I am theirs.”
The agent purses her lips. “And you…”
“I love them, Alex,” Kara says in a tone that screamed conviction and sincerity. She’s never been so sure of anything else, and she balls her fists on her sides and lifts her chin, ever brave. She has fought for Lena’s innocence before, despite everyone else doubting her, and she will fight tooth and nail and blood and tears for this if she has to—if it’s the last thing she will ever do.
There’s no trace of emotion on Alex’s face, but Kara could hear her heartbeat, could practically hear her think. “Both of them?” Alex asks.
“ Yes,” Kara answers, quick, sure, bold.
Alex blinks at that, then nods, but she doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments. It makes Kara sigh. She pads to her bookshelf then grabs a book— the book. It’s new but well-read at the same time, pages crinkled here and there, notes written all over the place. Kara hands it to Alex.
“This is… It’s- it’s a book. Obviously.” She laughs painfully. “It’s on, um, polyamorous relationships,” Kara whispers. She wonders if Sam and Lena could hear her from the bedroom. “It’s… I bought it, before- while we- just- just please read it.” She feels frustration claw in her throat, her belly, and she fights the urge to cry. For the longest time, it’s with words that she had used to fight—she had learned in Krypton to exhaust all nonviolent ways of settling a feud, and on Earth the skill had become useful—but for some reason she can’t find the words now. “I love you, Alex, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, but I…” Kara swallows, stares at the book in her hand, waves it a bit, just to do something aside from tremble or break. “I want you to know that I’m happy. That they make me happy. It may be different from- from, you know, what you consider conventional, but- but I think you can understand if you know more, about the… this, and maybe you can accept it- me, us, better, if you—”
Then there are arms around her, a grip so strong that the Girl of Steel almost stumbles.
“You’re crazy if you think I don’t accept you and your- your rich, corporate girlfriends,” Alex mutters against her ear. Kara chuckles wetly at that, and only then does she realize that she’s crying. “This is just surprising to me, is all. But don’t you ever think I love you any less, or that I don’t understand.” Her sister pulls away, and Kara sees that she’s holding back tears too, and oh Rao, isn’t it too early for them to be crying?
“Thank you,” Kara murmurs, and she wipes her tears with the back of her hand. Alex kisses her forehead, and the Kryptonian is glad, so glad, that despite losing her planet so many years ago, she managed to find home here on Earth.
“So…” Alex drawls. Kara chuckles nervously and nods.
“Right. Um.” The blonde gestures blindly to the bedroom. “So, so sorry about what you saw. I…” She puffs her cheeks, feeling them heat up all over again, and Alex just snorts before looking away. Kara catches the muttered yeah, I’m scarred, and she bites back a grimace. “Did you… Want to…” She trails off and crinkles her brows.
Alex nods, slowly, like she’s still really thinking about it. Kara nods as well and pads to the bedroom, hidden by curtains. Pushing them aside, she’s both pleased and disappointed to find that Sam and Lena have dressed—she realizes the shirt she plucked from the bed was Sam’s, and the CFO is currently wearing her pajama top from last night. Lena’s hair is on a side-braid over her left shoulder, and Kara brushes her fingers over it as she looks at the two.
“So… I… Wanted to, uh, introduce you to my sister.” She nervously grins at the two. They share a look before they nod. It doesn’t show on their faces but Kara can hear their quickening heartbeat. She ushers them to the dining room, where Alex is finishing the rest of her beer.
“Alex. You know Lena and Sam,” Kara introduces as she gestures to the two. “Lena, Sam, this is my sister, Alexandra Danvers.” She beams at her lovers, an attempt to calm their racing heartbeats, and sighs when Alex crosses her arms. “Come on, Alex, spare them—”
“I’m going to give them the shovel talk, Kara,” Alex says, before she bobs her head to the side. “So out with you. And don’t use your super hearing.”
Kara pouts at that. She stays put, however, only relenting when she feels a hand on the small of her back and Sam saying it’s going to be fine, honey. So she leaves, stalking to the kitchen with a grumble as Alex stares her girlfriends down in the living room. She tries to look busy: she gets four mugs off the cupboard and gets the coffee going, but she does listen in—because she has a right to. Sam and Lena are her girlfriends, after all.
“Look,” Alex says with a sigh. “I’m going to be honest and say I never expected to give this talk to more than one person.” Sam snorts. The DEO agent clicks her tongue but continues. “I don’t care what relationship Kara is in. What’s important to me is that she’s happy. I don’t think she’s ever been this adamant about something that isn’t about food or being a hero, which is saying something, but do know this.” Alex voice drops, and Kara thinks she hears Lena swallow. “If you hurt my sister, well, let’s just say you’re going to regret it. Big time.”
Kara glances over them as she waits for the coffee to finish, and she sees Sam and Lena nod. Kara is sure they have a lot to say, but she’s surprised to hear Sam’s next words.
“Alright, well, if you’re done threatening our lives with something we don’t plan on doing, I’m going to go make breakfast.” She grins in that teasing way that makes Lena roll her eyes. “Please do stay,” the brunette adds, before she’s walking past Alex to grab some eggs from the fridge.
“It’s eleven,” Alex points out. Sam just shrugs.
“Brunch then.”
Lena doesn’t hold back her chuckle, neither does Kara. Alex snorts, then glares at the blonde.
“You listened in, didn’t you? You sneaky—”
“I didn’t!” Kara insists, pointing to the steaming mugs of hot drink on the table. “I made coffee.”
Lena laughs.
//
Things have been a little easier, after that. Alex still hasn’t looked her much in the eye, though. She’s pretty sure J’onn knows now too, because there is one time when she had been texting Lena and Alex dared ask who she was busy on the phone with—they weren’t sexting, just discussing how Kara wanted a nice hot bath and maybe some…touching, preferably, before or after. Alex groaned and covered her face, muttering why did I ask, and there was another violent cough—it was J’onn, wearing more expressions on his face than Kara had seen before. She threw him an apologetic grin, or more or less a grimace. He was the closest to a father figure she had, sans Jeremiah, and the thought that he saw what Alex saw made her bolt. Almost, anyway.
Thankfully, they don’t talk about it.
Things with Sam and Lena though, have been fantastic. She has almost forgotten how difficult her dating life had been before, because with them, it seems easy, like habits formed out of years of practiced ease.
Usually, on mornings where they come from their respective homes, Sam and Ruby would come pick Lena up, then Kara, then they’d get drive-thru—Ruby and Kara love days like those, because they get to have greasy hash browns and pancakes and Lena would scrunch her nose at them—and Sam would drive Ruby to school, Kara and Lena to CatCo, or just the reporter if Lena is needed at L-Corp.
Sometimes, they stay over at Sam’s, because her house is the biggest and Ruby really loves hanging out with them—a fact Lena is very pleased with, because she loves spoiling the young girl. All movies in the Disney franchise had been watched, and sometimes Kara would catch Lena mouthing along to the lyrics, even if she’d deny everything when she’s confronted.
Sam’s cooking is the best, and Kara finds out that Ruby has the same humongous appetite as her, and over dinner they would stuff their faces with food and Lena would just watch with mild amusement and envy and Sam would look on with concern—and also to check if she needed to bring out whatever back-up dish she had in the oven.
They had invited Alex and Maggie a couple of times for girl’s night, at Kara’s apartment. Those nights are spent with a lot of wine and even more innuendos that had Kara and Lena blushing like tomatoes—mostly because of Maggie and Sam’s amusement; those two had become thick as thieves before anyone else could blink—with Alex torn between drinking the rest of the wine bottles available or probably breaking one against her head when the topic ventures into the filthy.
Kara’s favorite part has to be flying in between CatCo and Supergirl duties just to bring the most random of things to either Sam or Lena. Sam is easier to catch; she’s usually just in her office at L-Corp, muttering to herself about whatever is occupying her time, otherwise Kara would wait at the balcony until she arrives. She brings her favorite treats from the French bakery nearby—sometimes, Kara does fly out to get authentic ones, though Sam knows when she does that and well, she’s not fully pleased most of the time—or sometimes flowers, because those are easier to sneak in since Sam has her office to herself.
(It’s a fact the CFO likes to take advantage of, and sometimes, Kara’s quick visits turn into quickies and well, she’s not entirely to blame.)
Lena’s surprises are a little tricker, because she doesn’t want to alert other employees at CatCo of her “favoritism.” So she usually just sticks to coffee or donuts, though sometimes she has to mask her offerings as gifts to the entire editorial team because of course I’m not trying to kiss Lena’s ass, I’m just really nice, you guys.
(Sam had made a muttered joke about some particular ass-kissing that had Kara choking on dinner, one time, with Ruby at the table, and the poor girl had almost cried.)
Or when she’s particularly feeling cheesy—every other day, Alex would say with a roll of her eyes—she’d slip sticky notes with random smileys and I love you s in the drafts Lena is working on and the contracts Sam would be signing, and well, yeah, some could say she’s the best girlfriend ever to grace the earth.
They are at Kara’s place, one night, because Ruby had a sleepover with a couple of friends at school. They finished dinner, courtesy of Sam of course, and Kara is grumbling over at the table trying to finish her article due the next day. Sam and Lena are washing the dishes while talking about L-Corp financials—Kara couldn’t really be bothered by that—but their soft voices are distracting and her Kryptonian brain isn’t in the mood to write about National City’s plans for renewing the drainage systems.
“You sure I can’t help you two?” Kara calls out, throwing her head against the back of her seat. Her question comes out as more of a whine, and Lena flicks water over her direction. Sam only laughs.
“Finish your article,” the taller brunette says.
Kara most certainly whines this time. “I don’t want to. It’s so much better to go off flying around. Or, you know.” She grins and turns in her seat, waggling her eyebrows at the two. She giggles. “Cuddles.”
Her grin drops when Lena throws her a look. Her eyebrow is quirked up, unamused, and Kara finds herself swallowing slightly. “As CatCo’s CEO,” Lena starts, and her voice takes on that low drawl that’s supposedly threatening but really, when Kara’s mind is in the gutter, it’s nothing but seductive. “That’s not something I want my employees to be saying.”
Kara puffs her cheeks at that and grumbles, defiantly staring up at the raven-haired woman for a couple of seconds. Lena just tilts her head. Kara almost stomps her feet but she relents, facing her laptop again and the half-baked document she has open. She gets back to typing, rather unenthusiastically, and it’s minutes later that she feels Sam’s soft, warm hands on her shoulders and a kiss on her head.
“Want me to make you coffee?” Lena asks as she puts a plate of donuts beside her laptop, and really, what else could she ask for?
(She asks for more pressure from Sam’s gifted thumbs on the base of her neck and coffee—with the alien kick—from Lena, anyway, and she finishes the article well before her deadline, because no amount of work or danger will keep her away from cuddles.)
//
Kara wakes up the next day, her bed empty and her bladder full, so she barges—floats, more or less—in sleepily to the bathroom to pee. She doesn’t flinch when she finds Sam and Lena brushing their teeth by the sink, nor do the two. They greet Kara with a muffled good morning , and when they’re done Kara kisses them and tastes the mint of her own toothpaste on their lips. Sam smacks her ass and tells her breakfast is ready, Supergirl, before she’s excusing herself to get ready because she had meetings early that morning.
Sam’s early meetings turn into a full, busy day, which is rare. Her texts usually get replied to within four hours, at the most—it’s not that she’s clingy, or needy, it’s just that her girlfriends love her and the only reason they haven’t told the world is because everyone would just be jealous of the fact—so by mid-afternoon, while she’s flying back to the DEO, she calls Lena.
“Hey,” Kara greets. “Is Sam with you?” She asks while she makes her way to their favorite coffee shop.
“In body?” Lena replies in a soothing voice that makes Kara smile. “Yes. In spirit?” She hears Lena call Sam thrice, before sighing. “I don’t know. I know I’m a workaholic, but this is insane.”
Kara chuckles. “That rough, huh? So no coffee then?”
“No coffee,” the woman replies quickly. “I’ve lost count how many cups she’s had and I’m pretty sure her hands are shaking.”
Kara hums. “Be there in a few, don’t throw anything in her direction.”
“I’m not liable for my actions when one of my girlfriends is ignoring me,” Lena mutters, but she sighs and tells Kara to take care, I love you, before the blonde is off to get flowers and some tea for the two—Kara is more of a hot chocolate person—and donuts for the three of them.
She lands with a whoosh of her cape on the balcony, arms full with her presents. Lena looks up from where she sits at the couch and smiles at her.
“Hey,” Kara greets with a bob of her head. She glances at Sam, who is glaring at her laptop and muttering under her breath. It’s terrifying how even Kara is unable to decipher what she’s saying, so instead of greeting her, the blonde walks to the couch and puts down the bouquet of red tulips, cups of tea, and the box of donuts. She floats over to sit beside Lena and plants a kiss on her cheek. Lena sighs in content.
“So she looks, uh, intense,” Kara murmurs as she takes one of the cups—green tea with a touch of honey—and hands it to Lena. The CEO takes it with a whisper of thanks.
“Right? Pretty sure she’ll end up shooting lasers sooner or later,” Lena mumbles before taking a sip of her tea. Kara shrugs.
“Maybe she just needs a break,” she suggests, and opens the box of donuts she brought. It has a pair of each of their favorite flavors. She takes a napkin and places the Boston kreme on it. “Hey babe, you should take a break,” she calls out to Sam.
Sam glares at her. “I’m busy,” she snaps. Kara flinches, just barely, but it’s Lena who frowns. The CFO at least softens at that, and she throws the two an apologetic look then runs her hands down her face. She sighs heavily, and when she meets Kara’s gaze she looks so soft and guilty that the blonde offers her a comforting smile. “Shit. I’m so sorry. It’s just- I really need to finish this, and just, you two can stay. I’m sorry.”
Kara shrugs and looks at Lena. “It’s alright,” she tells Sam. Lena quirks an eyebrow at her as Kara just shrugs again, an idea forming in her head. “Take your time, Sam. We’ll… Just be here.”
Sam nods and mouths thank you, then she’s back to glaring at her laptop screen again. Lena chuckles and kicks off her heels, then folds her legs under her so she could lean her head against Kara’s shoulder.
“I’m going to die of boredom watching her,” Lena murmurs against the rim of her cup. “You know why I came here? I just needed to sign a couple of papers that could have easily been delivered to CatCo. I just wanted to make out.”
Kara snorts at that. “You could’ve called me,” she jokes. Lena scoffs playfully as she leans over the coffee table to put her cup down.
“You were busy saving the world. I had hoped Sam could handle my hormones,” Lena explains, loud enough for Sam to hear, as she leans back against the heroine again. Sam doesn’t react, only continues the flight of her fingertips over her keyboard.
“Well,” Kara grins as she shifts in her seat to face Lena. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
Lena smirks at that, lifts her arm against the back of the couch and rests her head against her hand. “Oh? And how do you think you can help, Supergirl?”
The blonde scoffs smugly at that. With the quickest of movements, she shifts them on the couch. Lena lands on her back with a soft, surprised gasp, and Kara hovers over her with a leering grin. “I know a couple of ways you’d like.”
Lena pushes herself up on her elbows as Kara pushes her skirt up to reveal pale thighs. She loves these corporate skirts, easy access and all. The CEO throws Sam a glance. Kara follows her, and she laughs lightly because Rao, how is she still typing on that stupid laptop?
“Eyes on me, Luthor,” Kara demands with a nip on Lena’s inner thigh, and when the woman meets her gaze her green eyes have turned a darker shade.
“Are you going to make me wait, too?” The raven-haired woman asks. Kara shrugs, continues the way she pushes Lena’s skirt higher, higher, until the fabric of her panties are revealed. She licks her lips.
“We’ll see,” Kara says. Lena answers with half a sigh, half a moan, as the blonde gently rakes her nails against the inside of her thigh. Moving slightly, Kara makes herself comfortable between Lena’s legs and leans in to kiss her core over the fabric of her lace underwear. “Had plans, Lena?” She teases. Hands caress pale thighs that tremble under her touch, and Kara hums in satisfaction, nuzzles Lena’s covered cunt.
“I told you I did,” Lena mutters with a roll of her eyes. “There’s just a change on who ’s executing it.”
Kara laughs at that—Lena could be so cheeky sometimes, and it only manages to rile Kara up. She presses an open-mouthed kiss against Lena’s panties again. The woman moans, bucks her hips, and Kara just smirks against her.
“ Kara,” she hisses. The blonde takes pity on her, just a bit, and she tugs the panties off. They’re already damp, and she has half the mind to throw them over at Sam’s direction. She leaves it around Lena’s ankle, then continues her trek up her legs with kisses here and there. Lena glares at her when she teases the inside of her thighs with gentle kisses, leaves a little bite mark on the inside of her left thigh, but it melts away when Kara focuses her attention to where she needed her the most. Pulling Lena’s thighs over her shoulders, Kara busies herself with Lena’s lovely, lovely plan: she gives Lena’s wet pussy slow, broad licks, her taste flooding all of her senses, and the resounding moan that the CEO gives her is enough to make her panic because Rao, Lena should keep it down or they’ll get caught.
Kara remembers how they all started—it was here, in this very office, Sam on that very desk, the reporter across her, and Lena on her knees, under that blessed desk.
Maybe they should do that again, one of these days… Except Kara won’t be on the other side of the desk anymore.
There’s a tug on her hair and a frantic moan of her name. She looks up to see Lena’s beautiful face, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, politely asking for please, more, and Kara obeys. She latches her lips on Lena’s clit and sucks, lightly, as if to tease yet again, and she’s rewarded with another moan that echoes in Sam’s office once more.
“Fuck,” a third voice hisses, and Kara looks to the side to see that they finally, finally have Sam’s attention.
Kara pulls away from Lena, much to the latter’s frustration, with a grin and a wet chin. “Hey babe,” she greets with a satisfied smirk, before diving back between Lena’s legs—she has a task at hand, after all, and now that she’s tasted her, she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish. Still, Kara hears the way Sam’s heartbeat picks up; it’s almost synchronized with the way Lena’s heart is racing, and Kara smiles against her cunt as she continues teasing the sensitive bud that made the CEO squirm.
“I s-said you two could stay, not—” Sam sputters, stumbles through her words, and Lena laughs incredulously.
“We’re busy,” she throws at Sam. Kara chuckles when the taller woman growls, but she doesn’t really move from where she’s sitting behind her laptop and her desk. Kara hears her grab the arms of her seat and grip it, hard, her super hearing picking up the way the material of the chair squeaks, even if Lena’s thighs cover a good part of her ears.
It’s almost as if Sam is… watching.
And Kara will be damned if she doesn’t give her a good show. She reaches up and pulls Lena’s blouse out of her crumpled skirt so she could slip her hands under it. Hands cup lace-covered breasts, and Lena arches her back towards her, hungry and wanting more. Kara easily pushes the material over her chest, taking her hard nipples between her digits and gently tugging on them as she flicked her tongue lightly over her clit. It makes Lena squirm and moan her name, the sound music to the heroine’s ears.
“Kara,” Lena whines. The blonde only hums in responds, then lowers her right hand so she could part Lena’s pussy lips with her index and middle finger. She pulls back, just enough, to glance at Lena’s cunt. She smiles, looks up at the woman, and kisses her exposed bud lightly.
“You’re so pretty like this, Lena,” she murmurs, then she’s slowly licking up her length again. She’s soaked now, her juices dripping against Kara’s tongue, and it’s sweet and erotic that the fire is burning now, on Kara’s fingertips, her gut, and she’s torn between taking her time and just making Lena scream.
Sam’s choked moan is what surprises her. Kara dips her tongue down Lena’s entrance, making the CEO moan her name again, before she’s casting a glance towards the brunette. Her head is thrown back a little, her lips parted and her eyes blown, and when Kara focuses on her she almost comes on the spot.
Sam is touching herself, right hand cramped down her pants, her belt barely removed in her haste. When Kara listens closely she hears exactly just how wet she is, hears what she’s doing—a finger teasing herself, just how she likes it. The blonde hums, then she’s teasing Lena’s entrance with a digit as well, collecting juices on her fingertip then slowly sliding in. Lena accepts her with a moan and a tight clench of her hole that makes Kara curse under her breath.
“More, Lena?” She offers. The woman nods feverishly. Kara complies; she slips another finger, curls them, and finds that spot that makes Lena’s buck her hips against her. The blonde leans in again, kisses her clit, looks up to watch the pleasure wash over the fair woman. Lena is flushed a delicious pink.
Kara rubs that same spot inside Lena as she sucks her clit, and after a small puff of her freeze breath against her tongue she flicks it against the sensitive bud. It isn’t enough to set Lena off, but it’s more than enough to have her sob in pleasure, have her tug harshly on Kara’s hair.
“Please,” Lena begs, her voice cracking in the most desperate of ways. “I’m close, Kara, please.” Kara smiles against her.
“Not yet,” she murmurs. She looks to her side to glance at Sam. She’s still watching so intently, panting now, and a quick peek through her desk shows that she has her legs spread wide, hand working furiously between her legs. Clearly to catch up—not that Kara had plans on making Lena come yet.
Not yet.
She nips Lena’s thigh again, making the woman whine. Another freeze breath, another flick against her clit, and Lena is thrashing, almost wildly.
“ Kara, ” Lena tries again. Kara just hums. She slips another digit inside Lena; her walls clench tightly around her fingers, desperate to keep her in, and she starts a slow rhythm of curling her fingers and brushing against Lena’s spot, over and over again. Lena whimpers, the pleasure bubbling deep inside her, and she hears the same build up in Sam.
“I’m close,” Sam murmurs. It’s loud enough for Kara to hear, along with the please she throws in there, and Kara feels the rush, all over again. It’s not like the rush she feels when she’s flying, or when she’s kicking alien ass. It’s more than that, so much better; it’s the rush of power given to her by both Lena and Sam, when they submit to her like this, and it’s so exhilarating she hears her heartbeat against her ears, together with Lena’s and Sam’s racing ones.
Kara takes Lena’s clit between her lips, sucking, at the same time applying just the right amount of speed and pressure against her spot—months of practice had her perfecting it. Lena is biting her lip, holding back the scream that threatened to spill, but Kara feels the way her body shakes in pleasure. She comes with a choked moan of Kara’s name, and a beat later Kara hears Sam come too, a delicious whimper escaping her graceful lips.
There’s a panicked knock on the door that Kara barely catches, but then it’s being pushed open and Jess peeks in. “Is everything—”
She cuts herself off, and not a moment later there’s a squeak and a slamming of the door.
“Oh my god,” Lena breathes out, but Kara isn’t sure if it’s out of panic or out of satisfaction.
“Oh my fuck,” Sam whines as she throws her head back against her chair.
Kara chuckles nervously as she pulls back with a kiss over Lena’s clit. She pulls out her fingers, slowly, apologizing when the CEO moans out of sensitivity. Kara licks and smacks her lips, then lifts her hand up for Sam. “Clean up?” She offers.
“You’re going to have to come here,” Sam mumbles. “Can’t feel my legs.”
Kara giggles at that. She leans up to pull Lena in a kiss. Lena parts her lips for Kara, and the heroine takes it as an invitation; she kisses her, deeply, lets the woman taste herself on her tongue. She pulls away with a satisfied grin. Lena is still mostly dazed but she’s smiling, too, and Kara pecks her lips before she hovers over the floor over to Sam.
She almost falls on her face when she hears Jess muttering outside. “Was that… Miss Luthor? Under Supergirl? No, that’s… Oh dear, maybe Miss Arias is right, I do need more sleep...”
“You okay?” Sam asks. She’s adjusting her belt now, and Kara nods as she stands beside her. The blonde leans in to press a kiss on her forehead, then brings her fingers to Sam’s lips. The woman parts them willingly and Kara bites her own lip as she drags her index finger against Sam’s bottom one. It leaves a shiny trail with Lena’s juices. She hears and feels the small whimper that escapes Sam, so she pushes her fingers in, lets her fingertips touch her tongue. Sam closes her eyes, moans, then sucks Kara’s digits greedily, her tongue sweeping over and around her fingers that Kara’s knees almost buckle.
“Rao,” she husks. Sam pulls back with a pop and a grin, then licks her lips in satisfaction.
“Well,” she chuckles. “I don’t think I can work anymore after that.”
Kara smiles and runs her hand—the clean one—through Sam’s hair. “I think you deserve a break, love,” she murmurs, then presses a kiss on her lips. “Let me take you home?”
Sam nods. She stretches on her seat just as Kara turns to help Lena with her clothes. There’s a stain on the white couch that’s probably going to be there for some time and she hopes Jess doesn’t notice it. Kara changes into her civilian clothes and helps Sam and Lena pack up with their files, food, and flowers, then they head out of the office when Kara is sure Jess has left, perhaps to get coffee.
They take Sam’s car home, with Kara volunteering to drive because Sam needs a break and Lena, well, Lena only knows how to drive in theory, hence the existence of her drivers (who essentially don’t have to do work anymore, but still get paid because Lena doesn’t want to fire them).
Kara hums softly to herself as she drives. Lena is in the backseat with Sam, who she thinks is dozing—that is, until, she hears a soft giggle and a moan, and when Kara looks at the rearview mirror she almost crushes the steering wheel in her hand with what she sees: Lena kissing Sam’s neck, the CFO’s head thrown back, and—she slams the brakes when she notices—Lena’s hand down Sam’s pants.
“Kara,” Sam moans, and the blonde hears the wet noises of fingers fucking into hot tightness, “I have a big m-meeting tomorrow. Please, mmh, don’t kill me.”
“ You’re killing me here,” Kara hisses, glaring at the rearview mirror, before she huffs and tries to focus on the road. Tries being the keyword, because she can hear each of Lena’s whispered words, every movement of her fingers against Sam’s soaked cunt, and Rao how is she supposed to drive them home in one piece when she’s so, so tempted to look?
“You’re so tight,” Lena whispers, and when Kara glances over at the rearview mirror she meets green gaze and a satisfied smirk. She growls. Lena knows exactly what she’s doing, and oh, oh she is totally going to make her pay soon.
“Lena,” Sam gasps. Kara swallows thickly, glares at the road, almost ignores the honks and the curses hurled from the outside world as she speeds their way home. She hears the ruffling of clothes, lips on skin—the smacking of lips, Lena’s satisfied purr, which only means she left a pretty mark on Sam’s neck.
Kara recognizes the way Sam’s heartbeat spikes, hears Lena whisper say Kara’s name, and she almost crashes the car this time as she parks the car in the driveway. She rips her seatbelt off and turns in her seat just in time for her to see the way Sam arches, the way she clutches Lena’s wrist between her legs, the way Lena leers at her then at Kara.
Hears the way Sam so beautifully moans out Kara’s name, like a prayer.
Kara’s nose flares as Sam’s scent fill the car. They wait for her to come down from her high, open the windows to air the car out, and the blonde mutters under her breath how it’s not fair. Sam promises she can have her turn soon, before kissing her, then Lena, and informs them that Ruby is out for another sleepover. Quickly grabbing her laptop, the CFO heads to her home office to work, again.
“Clearly two orgasms aren’t enough if she’s still functioning,” Lena notes as she watches the woman walk upstairs, and Kara laughs whole-heartedly because no one else gets the chance to see Lena like this—messy and beautiful and unfiltered and crass—just Sam and Kara.
“Let the woman work, babe,” Kara chuckles as she pads to the kitchen in search for possible dinner options. Lena giggles and follows her, stealing a kiss along the way. They work together to fix dinner; Sam may be the best cook in the Milky Way but Lena and Kara can cook too, or at least, manage to make food that tastes fine and is edible without burning down the kitchen.
They let Sam work for an hour and a half—the time it takes for Lena and Kara to finish making something because of all the kissing and food fights that occur while cooking—before they’re dragging Sam downstairs to eat. She can be worse than Lena sometimes when it comes to work.
Kara leaves in the middle of dinner to stop a robbery, then drops by the Luthor’s Children Hospital to say goodnight to kids, and she comes home just in time for dessert.
Sam manages to finish her presentation an hour after midnight, which was something. Kara brought her to bed when she has changed. Lena is already waiting for them on the bed in an oversized shirt of Kara’s, panties, her reading glasses and her science journal of the week, and Sam crawls in muttering about why she ever agreed into being hired as her CFO.
“Because you love me,” Lena says with a giggle. Sam scoffs but mumbles yes I do.
“Are you going to finish that?” Sam asks as she settles on the middle of the bed, making space for Kara to lay in. The blonde tucks herself beside Sam, her head against the brunette’s shoulder.
Lena nods and hums. “I’ll sleep soon, good night, you two.”
Sam yawns, her exhaustion catching up with her it seems. “Night, Lee,” she mumbles, then turns to her side so she could pull Kara in her arms. She kisses the blonde’s forehead tenderly, reverently, and sighs with an air of contentment as she pulls the blankets over them. “Night, Kar.”
Kara bids her good night too, and jokingly reminds Lena to put on socks because no one wants her ice feet on the bed with them, but tells them I love you nonetheless.
It’s Lena who wakes up first in the morning, despite being the last to sleep, and Kara stirs as she’s stretching the remnants of her dreams away.
“Morning,” Kara greets with a yawn. Lena glances at her and grins, her smile bright like the morning, and she moves closer and leans over Sam so she could press a kiss on the blonde’s lips.
“Hi,” Lena greets, then she’s pulling back to kiss Sam’s shoulder too. The woman is still deep asleep, probably tired from work. “You think we should wake her up?”
Kara nods. “Later with breakfast.”
Lena smiles and gets out of bed. Kara gives her an appreciative once over, miles of pale legs on display because of her outfit, before she’s floating out of bed and following Lena with a yawn.
They make some waffles, hash browns, and sliced fresh fruits, and Kara brings the tray of breakfast with cups of coffee to the bedroom. Sam is still asleep when they get there. Placing the tray on the foot of the bed, Kara climbs back in with Lena. The blonde presses a kiss on Sam’s shoulder as the CEO sits on the head of the bed to run fingers through brown hair.
“Wake up, love,” Kara murmurs. They chuckle when Sam scrunches her nose and grunts. Lena taps the space between her eyebrows. “Wake up, Sam, breakfast is waiting,” Kara tries again.
“Also your very sweet girlfriends,” Lena adds with a small laugh as she gently scratches Sam’s scalp.
“If you love me, you’d let me sleep,” Sam grumbles as she hides her face with her arm.
Kara chuckles and kisses her shoulder again. “Come on, Sam. I’m hungry.”
Sam groans, mutters you’re lucky I love both of you under her breath before she’s yawning, stretching, then sitting up, traces of sleep on her eyelids and grumpiness on her shoulders.
“It has nutella inside,” Lena tells her as she pushes a plate of pancakes to her lap, then kisses her cheek. “Don’t be so grumpy, Sam. You did a great job last night.”
Kara nods and hums as she stabs a piece of apple then feeds it to Sam. The woman frowns but she accepts it with a murmur of thanks. “Yeah, and when your meeting is done we can all relax tonight over pizza, potstickers, and some cliche, heartbreaking romcom that’ll make Lena cry.”
“Hey!” Lena huffs. She reaches for her cup of coffee and glares at Kara. “I don’t always cry.”
Sam finally smiles at that, and she gives Kara and Lena a kiss on their cheeks. “Sure. I’m breaking out the good wine though.”
“Oh I love you,” Lena sighs dreamily, and Kara pouts.
“Not fair. I don’t have my Aldebaran rum here.”
Sam smirks and offers a bite of pancake to Kara. “Who said you didn’t?”
Kara grins widely. Rao, really, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be right now.