#maykara

Hands up (and down my body)

[AO3] {MayKara, rated T, ~1K}

Summary: May gets tricked into wearing a "sexy cop" costume. Kara appreciates it enough to follow instructions.

Notes: From a random prompt generator: May dressed up as a sexy cop for Halloween and Kara keeps surrendering to May by saying 'I've been very bad, you should arrest me.' This fills the "Verbal Bondage" square in my MCU Kink Bingo Card.

Sneak-Peak:

“Well, you are a cop and you’re sexy. It all checks out.” Fuck, she didn’t intend for her voice to come out that breathy, and yet here they are.

“Does it?” May’s voice is sinuous and dangerous, and Kara shivers while she watches her girlfriend slithering on the couch towards her, and she refuses to think about how stretchy and pliable the material of her costume looks, or how she believes May always looks dashing in uniform, but this is something else.

When she is closing her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of May’s gaze and the heat of her palm on top of her thigh, the bell rings sharply, followed by two loud thumps on the door.    

They meet for the first time over a dead body.

Technically, it’s not the first time. And technically, to be dead you had to be alive in the first place, and May isn’t sure she would call Ward anything other than an automaton - therefore, he can’t really be dead.

“You’re one hell of a girl,” Mel says to Kara, who’s still standing in the corner of the room with a pistol in her hand.

Kara looks unsure of what to say or do. May smiles at her, the wry sort of smile she saves for the people she respects. “We’re not going to get mad at you for offing him, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Kara relaxes slightly. “He forced me to.”

“I really don’t need the story. He’s dead, you’re alive, and you haven’t shot me yet, so I’m assuming you’re on our side”

“I’m sorry I kidnapped your agent.”

“Brainwashing is a hell of a drug. Is Morse okay?” Kara nods. “We’ll still have to talk about that, but no harm, no foul.”

Kara still looks suspicious, but Mel holds out a hand encouragingly. “We’ll take care of you. No brainwashing allowed, promise.”