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So, like, is it Lena’s fault if she’s a little tipsy?
Certainly not.
If she’s finishing her long ass week with two glasses of wine and some almost stale crackers as she scrolls through Eve’s Special Toys website on her laptop, well then, don’t judge her.
It’s not her finest moment to be doing this, but after coming off of a terrible breakup (the last and final time, she promises) with her stupid ex-girlfriend, Veronica Sinclair, she just needs to cleanse herself, you know?
And the best way of doing that is to throw away all the toys that she and Veronica shared together and start over from scratch. Whatever, it’s fine. She’s rich and can definitely afford a whole new bottom drawer. She’s on a crusade to have healing ways to pleasure herself that don’t require the presence of another human being; least of all her dumb, cheating ex.
Against medical advice, Lena polishes the wine bottle clean on an empty-ish stomach (five crackers does not a dinner make).
Against financial advice, she clicks Buy Now for the tie-dye red and blue 6-inch dildo with a post-4th of July holiday sale special. With hazy vision, she types out her address on the line and clicks the Submit Order button without so much as another glance.
Her phone that’s now wedged between the couch cushions dings the confirmation email of her purchase, but she doesn’t hear it because by the time she languidly lays down on the couch, her eyes are shut and she’s already fast asleep.
—
Kara hears a knock on her apartment door, the space between her brow crinkling in confusion. She hasn’t ordered any food nor invited anybody over. She hesitates to open the door because she’s new in town and only, like, four people know her,so she knows for a fact that she didn’t invite any of them here.
The knocking continues, so she peers through the peephole of her door and finds a short lady with a courier vest who’s continuing to bonk away at the door.
She opens the door and the lady, face scrunched up like a squirrel that just smelled something bad, hands her a box. “Sign this.”
Kara, very much experiencing deer in headlights kind of shock, peers down at the ripped open box that’s so halfheartedly taped that she’s not sure if she can qualify it as taped shut at all, and the handheld device that the woman is offering. Fleetingly, Kara thinks about the 1999 classic movie, The Matrix, and how this feels very much like a red pill/blue pill moment.
“I didn’t order anything,” she says finally.
“Just sign it.”
Kara remembers that her sister is in the FBI and she should definitely not sign things that aren’t hers.
“No. That’s not—”
“Is this not apartment 3A?”
“It is, but—”
The courier gives up on talking to her and takes the tactic of a vow of silence, shoving the handheld device up higher close to her face and waiting.
Overwhelmed by this courier’s demanding presence, Kara squiggles a line on the device, the digital ink stuttering every other millimeter that her attempt at a signature looks deceivingly like morse code. She could have drawn out SOS, for all she knows.
The courier chucks the box towards Kara and heads out, leaving Kara confused and a little scared. She looks down at the broken box and turns it over to find the address.
There, in bold print, was her address. Above it, though, was the initials LL.
Her face scrunches. “Like Cool J?”
She’s just about to turn the box over again remembering that the taped seam of the box was, very much, not secure. But before she could do that, something falls out from the bottom of the box and drops right at her feet.
Kara’s jaw drops, perhaps even down to the first floor of her building, when she sees what’s at her feet, her cheeks taking on a tint of red very quickly as she realizes exactly what she’s looking at.
You see, there on the ground was a tie-dyed blue and red dildo shrink-wrapped in clear plastic with the American flag printed on the wrap.
—
Lena’s mad.
Oh, Lena’s super duper mad.
Lena, having patiently waited for the Next Day delivery she was promised—having even spent the twenty extra dollars for express delivery—is without her 4th of July sale dildo.
She wouldn’t be surprised if this is the doing of one Veronica Sinclair, perpetual thorn on her side, and terrible juju in her life. How Lena stayed in that vile woman’s clutches is beyond her (it’s not beyond her. Veronica, for all her faults, was a very good lover—arguably even a giver, especially considering that she also gave to everyone else that was outside of their exclusive relationship).
She looks again at the confirmation email, where it shows that the package has been delivered.
This email is a liar, just like her ex-girlfriend, and she is getting ready to sue the shit out of Eve’s Special Toys website.
She scrolls down the confirmation email and sees the attached signature, a strange combination of lines that look a lot like SOS in morse code.
“That’s not fucking possible,” she says out loud to herself, because who else would she say it out loud to? Could have been to the dildo she was meant to receive, but alas, we all know what’s happened to that, don’t we?
With an angry and resigned sigh, she opens her laptop, goes to the stupid website, logs in to her account, presses the Buy Now button, and orders another one.
—
Kara doesn't know who she's pissed off in this world, but the courier has returned.
She's in the middle of finishing her impromptu home workout (to be clear, it's impromptu because she was unpacking some of the boxes labeled Living Room and found workout DVDs totally by accident, and it's a workout but it's Tae Bo) when there's a knock on her door.
Only in her shorts and sports bra, she opens the door and finds a scowl on the courier. The same one who bothered her two days ago. The very same who is offering her the worst red pill/blue pill options in the world.
“Sign.”
Kara frowns and shakes her head. “That’s not mine.”
She glances down at the same box, one with a giant hole on the side.
“You're 3A.”
“No! I mean, yeah! But–”
Her protests fall on unhearing ears, one committed to not moving or blinking. Just waiting and waiting.
Resigned, Kara signs the handheld device. This time it looks more like a drawing of a snake than anything else.
The box gets shoved into her chest and she watches helplessly until the courier leaves. She turns the box in her hand and finds her address on the package slip with the same LL on the recipient line.
“LL Not Cool J,” she mutters.
Something rolls in the box and falls out of the hole.
Kara looks down.
There is another blue and red tie-dyed dildo by her feet.
—
Lena is fucking outraged .
She just watched some random ass neighbor of hers sign for her package! She knows it's her package because she just got the email confirmation. Sure enough, the signature is at the end–this time with an idiotic silhouette of a snake.
Now that she knows what's happened to her packages, Lena can hopefully get the sweet, sweet release she's been craving. No fucking thanks to Veronica.
Lena quickly checks herself in the mirror, knowing that her boardroom look will put the fear of God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit in whoever this neighbor is for having crossed her. She’s got her hair pulled up in a high bun, accentuating the sharpness of her cheekbones and her brows, and her lips are so devilishly red: Her thieving neighbor will pray for mercy for ever stealing from her.
Sure, she’s a recovering ex-Catholic, but sometimes one needs a religious metaphor to deal with their anger.
Her heels click against the tile floors of the hallway until she reaches the front door of her criminal neighbor. 3A must house some degenerate neighbor for willingly and happily accepting packages that aren’t theirs, and Lena considers moving out of this supposedly safe building. Last time she'll listen to Veronica’s suggestions.
With a deep breath, she brings her hand up, curling it into a cold and white-knuckled fist before knocking wildly on the door. Armed with her boardroom scowl, she prepares herself when the door swings open.
In front of her stands a glistening woman whose golden hair is pulled up in a ponytail, clad in only a sports bra soaked with sweat and neon yellow shorts that leave practically nothing to the imagination. Lena’s eyes gluttonously feast on the smooth and tanned skin, tight and sculpted arms, angular planes of visible abs (and a cute innie belly button), strong thighs with faint muscular striations that Lena just knows can easily squeeze a watermelon (or so she guesses) that is presented to her.
On a ragged exhale, the woman lifts a hand up to her head and wipes the sweat from her brow, and says, “Um. Can I help you?”
Lena, against her better judgment (of course, what else?), answers by grabbing hold of the door knob and shutting the door before beelining back to her apartment.
Fuck her til next Sunday if that wasn't the hottest woman Lena Kieran Luthor had ever seen in her entire gay ass life.
—
Kara stares at the now-closed door as she all-too slowly processes what the heck just happened. It seems that she’s just had the sexiest woman she'd ever laid her eyes on stand in her doorway. And then, uh. Not stand in her doorway?
She rushes to open her door, practically yanking it off the hinges, only to find an empty hallway.
She waits for a little while, hoping that the woman changes her mind and comes back. Eventually, she retreats back into her apartment a little bit dazed and a lot bit confused.
—
Lena lasts two days before she accepts that she has to actually retrieve her purchases from 3A, because a woman has needs and the key to satisfying said needs all happen to be with that sculpted goddess that Lena just knows can easily lift her.
This time, Lena has her hair cascading down one shoulder, her makeup impeccably drawn (so fucking what if she had to try three times to do her eye makeup to look smoky and sexy and not like a tired raccoon?), and her lips an exquisite red wine color. She’s wearing a black silk blouse with the top three buttons popped open just enough to give a little hint of the burgundy lace bra that she’s got on, paired with her black high-waisted pencil skirt–the one with the thigh-high slit on the side.
She knocks on the door, her ears perking up when she hears faint movement in the background. She steels herself when the door swings open and she’s face to face with the woman from 3A.
Gone are the gym clothes, now replaced with a dark blue floral patterned button down tucked into a pair of khakis and a brown leather belt, which match the brown leather loafers she’s wearing. To Lena’s absolute delight, the biceps and thigh sections of her clothes seem to bulge from the ill-restrained muscles. God, on anybody else, this would dry her up like California in July in the middle of a drought and heatwave because “IT guy, father of three” chic is just not a thing she finds remotely attractive.
But with her neighbor looking so appetizing, she half-considers investing in some stocks for The GAP.
“You have my dick.”
The woman’s brows fly up to her hairline. “P-pardon me?”
Admittedly, those were definitely not the words she was thinking of saying, but well, desperate times.
“Dicks, actually,” she corrects, remembering she actually bought two dildos.
“Dicks?”
“The packages. You signed for them. But they’re not yours. Stealing other people’s mail is a federal crime. I can have you arrested. Give me back my dicks.”
The woman brings her hands up, as if to settle Lena, so her eyes can’t help but gravitate to hands that seem large enough to more than adequately palm her tits or her ass. She mentally berates herself because, good fucking lord, get a grip, woman.
“Whoa, hang on. I didn’t steal your, um, dicks. The delivery person kept making me sign for them. They were addressed to me.”
Lena shakes her head. No, that can’t be.
“No, that can’t be,” she says out loud.
“That’s—I know, but it’s true.”
Just then, this woman takes a step back somewhere behind the door and rummages through something before appearing back in front of Lena with two very broken looking boxes.
“You opened my mail?”
“I definitely did not open your mail. They came that way.”
She narrows her eyes and inspects the two boxes. She rips the flimsy packaging tape off the top and finds the first dildo.
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because opening someone else’s mail is a federal crime.”
She narrows her eyes further, studying the woman in front of her before glancing down at the address. Huh, well she’ll be fucking damned. She did write 3A in the address instead of 3F.
“What’s your name?”
The woman adjusts her stance, her hands landing on her waist. She looks like a goddamn superhero, and Lena’s very inappropriate imagination crops up with a vivid image of her red and blue tie-dyed 4th of July dildo purchase standing at attention between this woman’s legs.
“Kara. Yours?”
She pauses, wondering if she should lie. But then she thinks about the two dildo boxes tucked under her arm and thinks better of it. This woman has seen too much already. “Lena.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Really?”
Kara snorts a little before bringing a hand to rub the back of her neck, and Lena thinks that that button down shirt has got to be ripping somewhere from the strain it’s experiencing. No way it’s holding up for long.
“Um, yeah. You’re, like, the hottest person I’ve ever met.”
Seemingly realizing what she’d said, Kara startles herself, her mouth closing shut and offering a tight-lipped smile.
That little confession definitely changes things. Lena preens a little, but only on the inside, because she can’t play all her cards in one go. She sizes up Kara in front of her.
“Are you single?”
Kara nods.
Lena takes a step forward, a brow arched, and her mouth drawn in a smirk. “Want to take one of these for a test drive?”
—
Kara thinks that when opportunity comes knocking at her door, that she won’t let it pass by.
So this totally counts as one of those opportunities, right?
“I—okay. Yeah. I do. Sh-should we—like, now? Or…”
“Yeah, like, now,” Lena says, mimicking her. Kara should probably feel some type of way about that, but all of her blood has rushed to her nether regions, not when the very real prospect of having sex with this woman is served up to her on a pencil skirt platter or however the saying goes.
Kara nods. “Your place or mine?”
Lena taps her chin with her free hand before tilting it slightly, her neck muscles stretching, displaying an expanse of skin that Kara would very much like to bruise and mottle with her mouth.
“Why not here? They’re addressed to you, after all.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, surging forward and connecting their lips in a hungry kiss, one arm pulling Lena into her just as she nudges her door closed. Lena kisses back just as hungrily, as desperately. Lena tastes faintly of chewing gum, her lips soft and warm, slightly waxy from her lipstick. The boxes drop to the ground beside them, but Kara cannot possibly care about that right now. Not when arms wind around her neck and tug her down just as a hot tongue invades her mouth.
Her own arms wind around Lena’s middle, their fronts melding into one another as their lips remain locked with one another. She pushes them to the wall, needing more of their bodies to touch and be in contact.
“Fuck,” Lena breathes, turning her head slightly, when her back hits the wall. Kara takes that exact moment to move her mouth down to that same expanse of skin, sucking and licking that column of Lena’s neck. When Lena’s hand grabs hold of the back of her head, Kara takes that as encouragement to keep going.
Kara’s hands roam all over Lena’s body, impatiently trying to untuck her blouse from her pencil skirt.
“Hey—”
Kara stops immediately, her half-lidded eyes opening a bit more.
“Yeah? You wanna stop?”
Lena rolls her eyes. “God, no. I was gonna tell you to be careful about the zipper on my skirt. It snags sometimes.”
Processing this new information, Kara leans to inspect the skirt’s zipper and does her best to carefully unzip it. Except when she goes to do so, it does snag. She tugs it a little to hopefully loosen it, but it doesn’t quite work: She ends up pulling the zipper and ripping it open until she hits skirt, and manages to continue to rip until it’s ripped clean in half down the side.
“Uh…” she winces. “Sorry?”
“I should be really mad right now,” Lena says, somewhat soberly, as she stares down at her now broken skirt. “But that was really fucking hot.”
Lena steps out of the pile of ruined skirt that’s now fallen to the floor..
“You’re also very hot,” Kara comments, her hands traveling down to now-exposed thighs, leaning down to resume her work on the column of Lena’s neck. She surprises Lena by running her hands to the back of Lena’s thighs and lifting her up. Lena’s arms fly up around her shoulders, legs instantly wrapping around her.
“Warn a girl next time.”
“Sorry, yeah,” she offers as she carries Lena towards her couch.
“No, the bed,” Lena says. So she redirects them towards the bedroom, Kara ready to follow any and every single order Lena commands her. Gosh, if Lena said to fly, Kara was going to figure out how to make that happen.
Kara wants to say that she executed the walk to her bedroom in a cool and suave way, but the truth is that she totally walked into every piece of furniture there, almost dropping Lena twice. But her neighbor doesn’t seem to mind, not when Kara can feel her not-so-subtly grinding against Kara’s abdomen.
They make it to the bed and she releases her hold of Lena’s body down onto the mattress, a final squeeze of her ass on the way.
“Strip,” Lena tells her.
Well, she does not need to be told twice. Her fingers make quick work of her shirt’s buttons up until the midway point and then she just rips it apart. No doubt at least three of her buttons are now lost to the corners of her room. It’s fine. She doesn’t care. She’ll buy jars of buttons next time. She then unbuckles her belt before shoving her pants down, only stopping when she’s down to her boxer briefs and sports bra.
Lena regards her, jade green eyes drinking her in and teeth biting down on a plump bottom lip. “I can work with that.”
She watches as Lena pulls her blouse up and reveals a burgundy lace bra that matches the burgundy lace panties she has on. Shoot! That’s so—that’s—that is—
Kara’s mind may or may not be short-circuiting right now.
She gets a handle of herself and begins to crawl above Lena, who happily waits for her in the center of the bed.
Dipping her head down, Kara meets Lena’s lips with hers, their newly exposed skin making blissful contact. Lena is warm beneath her, their bodies undulating softly with one another as they trade open-mouthed kisses. She pulls away slightly just so she can make the journey towards Lena’s breasts. She settles herself comfortably between pale legs, pulling at the burgundy bra to reveal two beautiful tits. She doesn’t hide her surprise when she catches sight of a straight silver nipple barbell.
Gosh, can this woman get any freakin’ hotter? Kara doesn’t think it’s possible, but she hasn’t even tasted her yet, so her expectations could very well be exceeded, and soon.
She can’t wait to put it in her mouth, doesn’t even bother waiting, and just dives right in. Opportunities, right?
Lena above her groans, her hands instantly grabbing the sides of Kara’s head. Kara feels the slight buck of Lena’s upwards to her abs, and she adjusts her abs lower so Lena can do that again.
“Yes, fuck, keep going.” She almost scoffs out loud because, like, no way she was stopping. Instead, she works doubletime to let her tongue slide across the pert nipple in her mouth, purposefully flicking the ends of the barbell.
One of Kara’s hands gropes the other breast, pinching the nipple between her index and middle fingers, excited to feel Lena squirm underneath her. The other caresses the side of Lena’s body, dipping her fingers underneath the hem of her underwear and snapping it lightly against Lena’s skin. Kara soon makes quick work of alternating between Lena’s nipples, giving it her undivided attention and allowing Lena’s sounds to fill the room.
Eventually, Lena starts nudging her shoulders, and Kara follows dutifully. She maneuvers herself slowly down the bed as her lips trail kisses down from Lena’s breasts down to the center of her stomach. She stops at the edge of the lace and kisses directly above it.
“Golly, you’re pretty,” she comments, staring up at Lena.
“ Golly your way down some more, Kara,” Lena instructs. She can’t help but laugh, her warm breath touching on Lena’s skin and making the woman underneath her shiver. She does it again, and Lena actually moans. Well, Kara will have to store that for later. But for now, she wants to follow Lena’s directions.
Kara slowly peels the panties down and completely off of Lena, revealing a trimmed dark patch before finding rouge inner lips for Kara to indulge in. She spreads Lena’s legs and noses against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Kara…” Lena huffs, exasperated, eyes darkening with both heat and desperation.
“Alright.”
Kara takes a finger and carefully runs it through Lena’s visible wetness. It excites her to see Lena like this, a woman she’s known for all of five minutes (at most) reacting this way to her, to her touch. She thanks her lucky stars at this moment for the courier who forced Kara’s hand by not doing her job properly. Then she reminds herself that she should not be thinking about another woman at this time and that she can thank all her stars later on. For now, she’s got work to do.
Her mouth descends upon Lena, tasting her for the first time. She runs her tongue up and down Lena’s inner lips before settling the tip of her tongue against her clit, circling and circling until Lena’s fist is in her hair, tugging it and pushing her face closer at the same time. Kara sinks further in and gets comfortable, enjoying the feel of Lena beneath her, tilting her body slightly so she can tease her with her fingers.
“Oh, fucking shit fuck ,” Lena gasps. Well, Kara will happily take that as a great sign and just keeps going. She works best with positive reinforcement, after all.
Kara‘s methodical in her tongue’s pursuit to find Lena’s pleasure points, and by the groans that’s happening above her, she thinks she’s doing a spiffin’ good job. Especially when she dips two of her fingers inside of Lena and curls it slightly upwards, the tension of Lena’s walls squeezing her until “ Fuu–Kara, I’m coming!”
She holds steady as Lena comes down from her high, her muscles twitching intermittently until they relax, releasing their grip on Kara’s fingers as Lena falls back sluggishly on the bed. Kara knows for a fact that Lena is the sexiest woman she’s ever met, but dang, if that wasn’t one of the hottest things she’s ever witnessed in her entire life.
“Good?” she asks, definitely not fishing for a job well done.
“Fucking excellent,” Lena sighs, her normal breathing coming back to her. “How did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?”
“Discovery Channel.”
Lena freezes in her place, clearly unsure of how to process that particular piece of information.
“I’m messing with you.”
“You’re weird.”
“You just came, Lena. I think my methods speak for themselves.”
“Which you still haven’t told me where you learned from.”
Kara brings herself up to her hands and knees as she hovers above Lena. “I had this college hookup years ago who said that if I had plans to make it out of college alive as a bisexual, I was going to need to know how to eat a girl out like a champion just as much as I needed to know how to give a guy the best head he’s ever had.”
“Where did you go?”
“A state school.”
She’s just about to pounce back on top of Lena when Lena presses a hand up against her chest.
“The dicks.”
Kara tilts her head in confusion, but Lena just grins.
“They’re by the door, darling.”
“Oh. Right. Right. The dicks. The red and blue tie-dyed dicks. Those dicks. The dicks to put in you…dicks. Yes.”
“Singular dick in me, let’s start reasonably.”
Her mind eventually catches up with Lena’s words, which is a surprise, honestly, given her current state. She bolts towards her front door and grabs hold of the boxes, bringing both of them back to the bedroom. Kara pauses at the foot of the bed to just observe how Lena has made herself at home on Kara’s bed, her arms spread out on either side of her, her hair fanning out just above her.
She takes one out of the box and rips cleanly through the plastic before chucking it right by Lena’s hip. She reaches down to her bedside drawer and takes out a small bottle of lube and her harness. Suddenly sheepish, she rises up to her feet and holds up the leather harness with a questioning tilt of her head.
“Oh, abso- fucking -lutely,” Lena says, lifting herself up and reaching out for Kara just to pull her for another kiss. “But first, go give it a wash, please.”
She nods. “Right. Safety first.”
—
Lena watches as Kara exits out of her bedroom, heading towards what she assumes is the bathroom. Sure enough, she hears the water begin to run, and a noise that sounds a lot like…whistling.
Is this woman seriously singing right now as she washes the dildos that Lena bought?
The water turns off and she hears muffled shuffling until Kara reappears back in the room. “All clean,” she says, beaming, like she was doing literally anything else but wash the fake dick in her hand.
She brings herself up to her elbows before reaching across the bed, grabbing the harness and dangling it between them. “Get naked first.”
Obediently, Kara grabs at the edges of her sports bra and pulls up, revealing perfect breasts. (Truth be told, Lena would have found whatever tits were on Kara as perfect). She then hooks her thumbs on the hem of her boxer briefs before tugging them down and fully exposing herself. Lena licks her lips when she sees a trimmed bush of gold between Kara’s legs. With Kara completely naked in front of her, Lena thinks she’s become a true believer of gods because she’s definitely in the presence of one. Or something like that.
Kara then takes the harness and slips her legs through, adjusting it on her body quickly. Lena’s not jealous because Luthors don’t get jealous. And also because she’s known Kara for, like, an hour. So she’s not jealous at all. But the ease in which Kara put the harness on and adjusted it on herself means that someone has laid where Lena is right now and watched the very same thing. Resolute, and not at all indicative of her competitive nature, Lena silently vows to make sure that she’s the best sex Kara has ever had or will ever have.
Kara stands just by the foot of the bed as she fixes the red and blue tie-dyed dildo into the harness, slotting it perfectly in place. A god with a 4th of July-themed dildo between her legs. It should look terrible. It should be terrible.
But it’s just so fucking hot.
Lena sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, kneeling right in front of Kara, looking up at those baby blues darkening at the sight of her face dangerously close to her crotch.
“You look good, Lena. Very good.”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna show me just how good?” Kara asks, a smirk tugging the corner of her now lipstick-stained lips. Oh, okay. So that’s how she’s playing it. Well, Lena is more than happy to play along.
Lena maintains eye contact while she leans forward, until the dick barely kisses her lips. She opens her mouth, tongue darting out and licking the tip. Kara stifles a groan, so Lena does it again, pleased at how affected her neighbor is with one swipe. She continues her ministrations, grabbing hold of the familiar silicone and turning it so she licks the underside only for the tip to land into her mouth.
“Fuh– reak , Lena. Th-that’s—”
“I know.”
Finally, she brings more of it fully into her mouth, bobbing her head, entirely too pleased at how Kara opens and closes her fists by her sides, seemingly attempting to control herself. How cute. She’s gonna change that.
Lena reaches for Kara’s hands and rests them on her shoulders.
“I know you want to,” she comments. Kara nods to herself and her hands grip the back of her head. Still, she doesn’t do much but buck a little. Cute, Lena thinks.
She pushes forward, taking more of the dick in her mouth, gurgling slightly as it reaches the back of her throat. She pulls her head back, and grabs hold of the dildo and wraps her fist around it. She uses her spit to jerk Kara, pushing it into Kara as she does so.
“Gosh, Lena,” Kara huffs. When she gets a clearer image of the blonde woman above her, she catches sight of a solitary sweat droplet making its way from the center of her chest down to catch into her navel. Lena wants to lick it.
So what if she lifts herself up slightly and does just that? Don’t judge her.
It’s worth it when Kara’s eyes widen in surprise and arousal, and she grabs Lena’s shoulder and pushes her back onto the bed. Lena is more than happy and willing to oblige her, laying down in anticipation.
Kara shuffles on her knees towards her, grabbing the bottle of lube from the other side of the bed before resting on her haunches between Lena’s legs.
“You’re very pretty, Lena,” she comments just as she uncaps the lube and squeezes some of the clear liquid in her hand.
“You’re very pretty, too,” she offers, mesmerized with how Kara is pumping herself with one hand while her now free hand runs up and down Lena’s leg.
Kara wriggles herself closer to Lena, tapping the red and blue tie-dyed dick against her labia. Lena moans as a result, because god, that feels fucking nice. Kara does it again, humming in delight when Lena’s legs part a bit more, her hands fisting the sheets.
Lena feels the heat of Kara’s body as she leans over her, the tip of the dick continuing to playfully tease her entrance. She whimpers, eyes trained on Kara above her.
Then, carefully, Kara pushes forward. Lena grabs hold of Kara’s arm right by her head, the other reaching for Kara’s abs. (Her first thought is that Kara’s muscles are so hard and firm. Her second thought is that Kara’s only got a couple of inches in, at most, and it already feels good.) Kara patiently waits, the back of her free hand brushing away the bead of sweat that’s formed on her forehead before it can reach Lena’s eyes.
Fuck Kara for being so thoughtful right now.
She nods, signals for this goddess above her to continue. So Kara does, angling herself so she can push in a bit more. Lena responds by sliding her hands all over Kara’s naked form, ready to let her hands memorize the feel of Kara’s body. She reaches up and tugs Kara’s face down, wanting to kiss this woman. Kara kisses back as she slowly jogs the rest of the dick into her, going a little deeper with each stroke in until they’re finally flush against one another.
Lena shuts her eyes as she gets used to the feeling, sucking her lips into her mouth while she squeezes at the dick now inside of her. Her pussy is definitely full, but as Kara drops kisses all over her face, she might honestly think that her heart is also feeling pretty full right now. She’s not sure how to handle that just yet.
She opens her eyes and finds Kara looking down at her.
“Now that’s a good girl, taking all of me,” Kara says. And god fucking damn it if Lena isn’t even more turned on than she was literal seconds ago. How Kara managed to say the very right and correct thing to unravel Lena so soon after meeting is beyond her, but Lena’s not about to look a gifted horse in the mouth, or however the saying goes. “Ready?”
She nods because she’s so fucking ready. She’s been ready. She was ready the moment she walked in on Veronica Sinclair and some random whore having sex just before their monthiversary dinner.
Kara’s arms wrapping around her shoulders as she presses their fronts together brings Lena out from her reveries and back to the present: They’re fucking. Lena immediately puts her arms around Kara’s shoulders, her legs bracketing Kara’s hips. She pushes up her hips to meet Kara’s increasingly energetic thrusts into her, a slight roll of her hips at the end that’s now driving Lena crazy. This whole thing is crazy, but she’s never felt so alive.
They get into a rhythm punctuated by her whimpers and moans and Kara’s groans and grunts by her ear. The sound of Kara’s squeaking spring mattress beneath them makes Lena think that they’ll have to definitely do this again at her apartment where the bed is better.
Lena brings a hand between them, two fingers drawing circles on her clit while Kara continues to enthusiastically fuck her. Oh, the friction is so good between them, she stops her movements for a moment just to feel Kara’s body slam into hers, her hand arrested between them. Kara places her hands beside Lena’s waist and uses the power of physics to have the bed bounce Lena onto her dick, the squeaky springs getting louder in her ears.
“Ohhh shit, Kara. That’s—holy fucking god —”
She wraps her legs around Kara’s back and hooks her ankles together, her body going rigid as she comes. Holy shit, does she come.
Kara holds her through it all, her muscled body wrapping all over Lena and pulling Lena into her, her own hips stuttering. Briefly, Lena thinks if it’s quite possible to live in this moment and this moment alone. Asking for a friend.
Eventually, Lena’s body buzzes with contentment and she loosens her hold of Kara.
“Wow,” she breathes out, staring right into Kara’s eyes.
“You were so good,” Kara says, planting a chaste kiss on Lena’s lips.
“Did you come?”
Kara smiles shyly and nods. “Yeah.”
She brings a sweaty hand up and tucks blonde hair behind Kara’s ear. “Round two?”
“Abso-freaking-lutely,” Kara beams.
Lena laughs and laughs, drawing Kara back in for a kiss so sweet, she thinks she’s ready to move in.
—
Five months later
Kara opens the door to her apartment and finds her favorite courier with a broken box and the handheld device already shoved at her face.
She signs the screen and accepts the box. “Thanks, Dolores.”
When she shuts the door, the package seems to disintegrate in her hands and out comes a red, green, and white dildo shrink-wrapped into a smaller box the shape of a Christmas tree.
She picks it up and starts the trek to the bedroom. “Lena? Baby?”
“Yes, darling?” Lena pokes her head out from the closet.
“Your dick came in the mail.”