Beautiful kind of pain

It was easy to get back into the mood they had inadvertently built earlier. Her whole body fell in rhythm with the song, hips slowly moving as her arms draped over Lena's shoulders, hands finding their way into her hair, pulling just slightly, teasing.

She nipped at supple lips, the intensity building up the more she got into the actual lap dance. She grinded her hips harder, her very little clothing feeling more and more restrictive. Turning around, she leaned against her girlfriend, taking her hands in her own and dragging them up her body and onto her chest.

Just a quick song selection in her phone, and she was ready to go. Lena wad about to get the full lap dance they both missed out on earlier.

Turning off some of the lights and dimming some others as she went, the agent in disguise slowly made her way to the woman sat in the middle of the room. She left her phone on the coffee table, before stepping right in front of her girlfriend.

The fire from earlier that had since been quelled by being otherwise occupied with the mission, came roaring back to life with a vengeance. Eyes closed as she kissed Lena thoroughly, flashes of the woman's face inside that private room came forth, and it gave her a wicked idea. One further fueled by her own desire.

Switching their positions, she pressed Lena against the door, holding her in place firmly with her own body.

"Go drink a glass of water, then find a nice, comfortable chair to sit on. Not the couch, and not the bed." She instructed, nipping at the woman's neck with enough force to leave a mark. "I'm just gonna step into the bathroom for a moment. Don't you dare fall asleep."

Her hands found their way to Lena's face, cradling her jaw lovingly and pulling her in for a kiss.

"Gotta love how your inhibitions go out the window after the fifth drink." She teased, easing into the road and towards the hotel she had booked for the night. "But I think that can be arranged, I don't have to be back until the day after tomorrow, so I'm not in a rush."

The hotel was a little ways off, in the heart of the city, but hidden enough to be discreet. It was pretty nice, even had a few stars to its name. The check in process didn't take too long, and Alex was immensely glad that she had left her black polo and cargos in the back of the SUV, otherwise they would've gotten more than a few judging stares.

And she was also still bothered from their earlier adventure.

Putting the car on park, she got out of it, walking to the other side to help her girlfriend inside. "Come on, my drunken princess, before we attract any attention."

"Wait for me outside, I'll be there in five minutes tops."

She made the drive from the safe house back to the club in exactly five minutes, and relief flooded her when she saw the familiar figure right outside the strip club.

She made good on her word, but what the bastard never expected was for said girls to show up armed to the teeth. Their targets scorted out through a back door, the rest of the clientele didn't even realize what had just taken place, and as smoothly as the undercover agents had entered the place, they vacated it like shadows.

And all the while, Alex hadn't been able to stop thinking about Lena. Because she was worried, of course. So once J'onn sent them home for the night after a short debrief, Alex was free to go. First thing: calling her girlfriend.

It still wasn't easy to talk about those kinds of topics so openly, she was still too nervous for such conversations, but Lena had a way to push her to throw her boundaries and insecurities away. With Lena, Alex felt comfortable and confident, cherished and desired.

Just before they could get too carried away, Vasquez' voice came in through the comms, givinf the green light to go after their guy.

The sounds in the background faded to static, and then there was only the feeling of Lena's body underneath hers, the music in tune with her heartbeat.

Turning back around, she disregarded the no touching rules that didn't apply within the room if Alex didn't want them to, and put Lena's hands straight on her ass.

"Alright, I'm just not gonna ask about how it is that you handle business." She said, a little surprised. She wasn't bothered by the idea of Lena going to a strip club, she just had never imagined her to be the kind to have dealings with the kind of people that celebrated a successful investment by visiting a strip club. "I'll trust you're aware of who those men you were with truly are."

The next words out of Lena's mouth had her chuckling heartily despite of the bizarre situation they had found themselves in. "Of course I'm working. Sometimes we just have to adopt less than orthodox personas."

The rooms in the back were at least on thr high end of things. Small but nice, decorated tastefully and with low lighting to set the mood. The sound system took up the far corner and a lone, plush chair sat in the middle of the room.

Before Lena could speak, she pressed a finger against red lips and forced her towards the chair to sit down. She then went to fiddle with the sound system, picking a random song anf making her way back to her 'client'.

She straddled Lena's lap, and in the distance, her dignity cried out.

Then she made the mistake of looking at Lena's forever red lips. She was so screwed.

It almost felt wrong to be looking at the woman so shamelessly, in spite of the fact that it was actually her girlfriend under the disguise. Knowing the woman as well as she did, though, Lena was well aware that the wordless attention hadn’t gone unappreciated. It was hard to move her gaze away from Alex’s hips as she sauntered away, but eventually the crowd managed to get enough in the way that she turned her attention back to the table, only to be bombarded with chuckles and playful banter about the woman’s inability to keep herself from “fucking the waitress with her eyes.”

Although it wasn’t a long time before Alex was back at the table to deliver her drink, with the added fact that she hadn’t seen the woman in over a week, it felt like eons. Lena was just barely able to keep herself in check enough to not pull the woman in for a desperate kiss that she knew she needed before she was whisked back home on the private jet. “Thank you,” she said, just loud enough for her girlfriend to hear, offering a small smile to her. “You’ve got beautiful eyes yourself. Granted, it’s pretty difficult to stay focused on them.”

“Aw, are ya a sweet thing?” Alex cooed, wrapping an arm around Lena’s shoulder, her free hand playing with the buttons of the woman’s shirt, chest pushed even further against her side. Playing the role had become all too easy suddenly, but the dread of possibly messing up the operation still lingered. 

Knowing many eyes were on them, she used the attention in their favor, playing up the part and knowing the men surrounding them would encourage the interaction. Men were gross.

Fortunately, Lena hadn’t been much of a person to discuss her personal life with members of the board - or anyone she worked with, really - so when her eyes shamelessly raked over the figure of her undercover girlfriend, she had no fear of being judged or scolded by the group she had immersed herself in. Although, seeing as they had brought her to this particular establishment, she was certain that adultery was the least of their concerns, even in their own lives.

It took a moment for the words to process as Lena worked through her brain to try and figure out how much she liked the blonde on Alex. She settled on it being nice for a while, but greatly preferred the woman’s natural color. “Whiskey, neat,” she replied, as if the woman didn’t already know that would be what was ordered.

Used as she was to the appreciating looks from her girlfriend, Alex still felt herself flush from the blatant attention, the shameless lust in the woman’s gaze. Experiencing it in public was a new experience, though, and Alex was surprised by how much she was already enjoying it.

Focus on the mission, Danvers!

Still, nobody said she couldn’t have some fun with it, after all, she had a role to play.

“Oh, classy girl, I like that. Be right back with your drink, gorgeous.” And so she went to retrieve Lena’s drink, noticing the cat calls and appreciative words thrown Lena’s way as Alex sauntered away.

When it came to smaller details of their jobs, Lena and Alex often didn’t delve too deep. Especially, for Alex, when it came to an undercover case. One of which she had been working diligently on for the last few weeks, and had even taken her out of town for the last week or so. Lena had been fairly busy herself, dealing with a board member that seemed to be using company resources for illegal activity. She yet to find any definitive proof of it, though, so it had taken some time to weasel her way into his good books and inner circle that spread far outside of L Corp. It went without saying that, when he offered to take her out for a night, along with his entourage, there was no way she could say no.

Of course, she hadn’t been expecting the “night out on the town” to be in a completely other town. Nor did she expect to be brought into a high-end strip club. Not that she was complaining, of course. 

As they stepped into the building and made their way over to a small private booth toward the back, Lena’s eyes skirted around the place, making sure to keep completely aware of her surroundings. She was fairly certain that at least a few of his private clientele met him here for transactions to be processed, so the more she could gather about the building, the better. 

All plans to keep focused on her own mission flew out the window, though, the second her eyes locked with those of their waitress. 

This certainly explained why Alex didn’t want to get into the nitty gritty of what this job was that she was working on.

There were very few instances in which Alex didn’t like an assignment J’onn gave her. Going undercover as a stripper slash waitress was pretty high up there in the list of things she never wanted to do. Ever. Again.

The blonde wig kept getting into her eyes, the almost non-existent leather shorts kept trying to become underwear, and her boobs were literally spilling over the cups of her skimpy bikini top.

She missed Lena, she had already given four lap dances, which was aggravating enough on its own, and the case kept dragging on. It was hell.

Still, as the call came over her comms that her targets had just arrived, she straightened her back, put on her best coy smile, and sashayed her way to the private booth at the very back of the building. It took all her years of training to stop herself from reacting when she found familiar green eyes staring back at her as she deposited their usual drinks on the table.

“Hello, gentlemen, I see you brought a new friend tonight.” Alex said, winking while she cried on the inside. “What can I get you, hot stuff?”

It was still scary to realize how deeply she felt for the other woman, how much she needed her hands on her skin and her lips against hers. How deeply and irrevocably in love she was, and knew would be for a great while.

Perhaps for the rest of her life.