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“Jesus fuck, Kara,” she mutters.

Lips split into a smile against her throat, followed by a nip of sharp teeth. “Don’t go fucking him, now,” Kara drawls. “Isn't that what I’m here for?”

Kara slides off the narrow desk, bare skin squeaking against the wood. She’s too captivated by the sight of Lena on her knees to register the indignity of the sound. Barely taking the time to hitch up her pants, she leaves them unbuttoned as she reaches into her leather tote. Her fingers close around the girth of Lena’s favorite dildo, pulling it and its leather harness from the purse.

Lena’s intake of breath is faint but audible. It sends a fresh thrill of desire through Kara. She turns, lifting the dildo teasingly. “Seems as though you want it too.”

Rising smoothly to her feet, Lena tucks her fingers under the hem of her black t-shirt and draws it slowly upward. Ivory skin reveals itself inch by sensual inch, and Kara watches the show she knows is just for her. Lena’s abs are firm but undefined, speaking to a strength softened by tender flesh.

Kara loves Lena’s skin. She’s mapped every inch of it, knows its every curve and freckle, and the strings to pluck that would make Lena cry with ecstasy, if Kara would only play them. She won’t be fiddling with those strings tonight. No, tonight she plans to simply bang Lena’s lights out.

“Pants too,” Kara instructs, tilting her head to one side expectantly.

Lena smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”

Electricity sparks down Kara’s spine, reigniting the fire in her belly. “Ooooh, ma’am,” she echoes. “Careful, I could get used to that.”

A bark of laughter answers her. “As if you don’t get ma’amed enough as the only daughter of the infamous Kent family,” Lena drawls, shimmying out of her slacks.

Kara saunters up to her lover, licking Lena’s lips probingly before kissing her deeply. “Not from you I don’t,” she murmurs fiercely. She reaches up, and grips Lena tight by the back of the neck, pulling her close. “Now sit.”

Lena’s chin tilts puckishly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Watching her lover settle onto the mattress, Kara takes her time shedding her own clothes. She tsks a little when she slips her panties off, and a trail of arousal pulls away with them. “Look at the mess you made of me.”

“Oops,” Lena smirks unrepentantly. “My bad.”

Kara dangles the harness from one finger tantalizingly. She arches an expectant brow. “Do you expect me to put this on myself?”

Obediently, Lena slinks off the bed and onto her knees. Accepting the harness from Kara, she orients it deftly before holding it open for Kara to step into. Kara places a hand on the top of Lena’s head to steady herself, and keeps it there even as Lena draws the harness up her thighs to her hips. Long, dexterous fingers fasten the buckles and tighten the straps until they cup Kara’s thighs and ass snugly. Before leaning back onto her heels, as is her custom, Lena bestows a kiss on the divot where the base of the dildo will soon find its home.

Kara makes a show of securing the dildo to the o-ring, twisting it until it sits just right. Only when she’s satisfied does she survey the room to select just how she’ll be claiming her prize tonight. The disheveled desk to her left is a tempting choice: she wants to bend Lena over, press a hand against her bare back and drive into her from behind until the neighbor pounds on the wall to make them stop.

But where her own fucking was quick and desperate, Kara wants to take Lena in a different direction. In the end, she tilts her chin towards the bed once more. “On your back.”

In moments Lena is spread out before her on the rough motel comforter, her naked form like a vision from god. Kara drinks her in, swallowing thickly. The only thing that could make her wetter would be Lena’s wrists shackled in her own handcuffs. But there’s nowehere to anchor them that would make the addition worthwhile—even if Lena agreed to it in the first place.

They’ve built something here, within the dingy walls of this motel room, but Kara isn’t sure it’s trust. Not yet.

Kara climbs onto the mattress, crawling up the length of Lena’s body until she straddles her lover’s hips. Propping herself up on one arm next to Lena’s head, Kara reaches down to test the waters, and pulls her fingers away sopping wet.

“Looks like we won’t be needing to pull out the lube tonight.”

Craning her neck up to an uncomfortable angle, Lena claims a kiss. “Rarely do, with you.”

Kara grins. “Then let’s get busy.”

The dildo’s girth is firm, and wide enough to make Lena moan as Kara deftly carefully slides home. This first insertion she takes her time, allowing Lena’s walls to loosen and relax as the shaft disappears inch by inch inside of her. She knows the gentle care won’t be enough to satiate Lena when a callused thumb rubs across Kara’s nipple—if Lena has enough bandwidth to tease Kara, then Kara hasn’t done her job right.

Almost as soon as the thought flashes across her mind like a challenge, Kara sees the last inch of the dildo disappear inside her lover, bringing their hips flush. With a ravenous grin, Kara meets Lena’s eye. “I hope you’re ready.”

“Get on with it—ah!”

Lena’s retort bites off with a gasp as Kara withdraws all but an inch of the dildo and then drives it home with a powerful thrust of her hips. Clamping her lower lip between her teeth, Lena whines, eyes squeezing shut. Kara studies her lover’s features for a moment to ensure the reaction is one of pleasure, and is rewarded when green eyes open hazily. Kara thrusts again, and Lena’s voice lowers to a grunt and a lurid moan. Grinning, Kara starts up a fierce but steady pace, lowering her head to capture Lena’s panting lips.

“You’re doing so good,” she murmurs against Lena’s damp, gasping mouth. “Such a good girl…”

“Harder,” Lena huffs. “Please, I— ngh!”

The sound that escapes Lena when Kara immediately adjusts sings through Kara’s veins. For a moment, Kara cups Lena’s right breast in her hand, only for Lena to reach for her fingers, interlacing them with her own. Lena draws their joined hands to the mattress next to her head, and the unspoken invitation ratchets Kara’s arousal even higher.

Barely slowing her pace, Kara shifts to clasp Lena’s other hand. She lets her weight press onto Lena’s hands, pinning them in place. As she thrusts, she gazes into Lena’s eyes, watching her partner climb closer and closer to climax. She marks the way Lena’s pupils dilate, eyes half-lidded, and registers the minute squirming of her hips to the ridges of the dildo to scrape just the right spot.

Other nights, Lena might reach between them to rub her clit in an effort to speed the process, and other nights, Kara might let her. But with nearly all of Kara’s weight currently pressing onto their joined hands, Lena couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Lena is trapped. Lena is hers.

Kara bends her elbows, licking the beaded sweat from Lena’s neck, earning a curse.

“Fuck,” Lena breathes. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

Kara loves the sound of Lena begging. She thrusts faster, harder, until her abs burn and ache. She keeps going, nibbling and suckling the column of Lena’s throat, her lips, the corner of Lena’s sharp jaw. Soon, Lena’s panting lifts into short bursts of a tortured whine.

“I’m close,” Lena warns, eyes clamped shut. “Kara—”

“Fuck yeah you are,” Kara returns. She squeezes her fingers on Lena’s, returning her white-knuckled grip. “You’re so hot, baby. Come for me, come on—”

Kara gives a savage thrust. Lena’s wails, hips rutting into Kara’s as every muscle in her body locks tight. Kara continues to pump her hips, relishing the sudden resistance caused by Lena’s walls clamping around the dildo. Feeling a little devilish, Kara frees one hand and reaches between them, rubbing fiercely at Lena’s clit.

Lena thrashes her head, keening as new waves of pleasure wash over her. Breathless, Kara brings her now cum-slick fingers up to Lena’s lips. Lena barely has a chance to flick out her tongue to taste before Kara leans in and steals what’s left of her breath with a rough kiss.

Slowly, both thrusts and kisses slow and gentle, allowing Lena to come down from her climax. When Kara pulls back to look at her lover, Lena still quivers beneath her, quaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Dazed green eyes blink up at her, offering a small smile.

Kara knows what she needs.

“You took every inch and then some,” she purrs. “See for yourself.”

Lena cranes her head and looks to their joined hips, where the dildo still sits deep inside her. She groans pitifully, petering out into a whine. “Jesus…”

“Him again,” Kara tuts. She smirks. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

“That was amazing—mfph,” Lena grunts when Kara steals another kiss. Kara grips Lena by the wrists and pins her once more. She enjoys having this strong, beautiful, dangerous woman at her mercy. And, even more delectably, Lena seems to enjoy being trapped even more. Her hips begin gyrate against the dildo inside her.

“Hungry little thing,” Kara remarks bemusedly, gazing down at her lover. “Already wanting more…”

Lena squirms, and this time her wrists twist in Kara’s grip. “What,” Lena counters puckishly. “Tired already?”

The challenge rumbles through both of them, and Kara nearly comes right then and there. She smirks. Say what she will about Ma and Pa Kent, but she will give them this: they didn’t raise her to be a quitter.

“Jesus fuck, Kara,” she mutters.

Lips split into a smile against her throat, followed by a nip of sharp teeth. “Don’t go fucking him, now,” Kara drawls. “Isn't that what I’m here for?”

Smiling softly to herself, Lena sinks into the moment, letting it fill every inch of her. Lex is gone. So is her mother, about which her feelings are decidedly more mixed. Their world is, if not safe, at least stable. Since Lex, their foes have been petty in nature, and fewer in number. The city rebuilds, and so too do they.

Nia and Brainy have finally confessed and committed to their feelings, finding a new equilibrium as a couple. And Alex remains as devoted to Kelly as ever, with Esme rounding out their family. The trio were happy and whole, blending seamlessly as they navigate life together.

And Lena... well. Lena finds herself the focus of someone's attention, and smiles as Kara Danvers-- Supergirl to the world, officially-- approaches with a beaming grin of her own.

"Hey," she greets, moving smoothly into Lena's space. Lena welcomes the proximity, acutely aware that a few months ago it would have been unthinkable. "You okay?"

Lena straightens, leaning forward to press her lips to her girlfriend's. Kara returns it readily, her mouth warm and gentle.

"Just fine," Lena purrs, knowing Kara would hear even over the loud music.

Kara arches an eyebrow. "Only just?" she teases.

"More than," Lena congenially amends. She leans back against the bar once more, and Kara follows, tucking herself against Lena's side. Lena threads an arm around Kara's waist, letting her thumb brush lightly against Kara's side.

The touch is casually intimate, and becoming a regular occurrence. Though she couldn't have imagined it before, it turns out Kara craves physical contact just as much as Lena. Together, it works out.

"Don't tell me you're done already!" Nia calls on her approach, tugging Brainy along behind her.

"Just taking a moment," Lena promises. Alex and Kelly join them, with Kelly wiggling her phone at them.

"Good timing! I want a picture!"

Lena knows the photo will find its way to James, but she knows he won't begrudge the way Kara sidles in close, pressing her cheek to Lena's as they all crowd together.

"Everyone say cheese!"

Kara's fingers tighten against Lena's side, tickling to elicit a laugh from Lena just as the camera snaps a click. In retaliation, Lena throws two fingers up behind Kara's head, and Kara crosses her eyes and sticks out her tongue.

With each snap of the camera they all dissolve into greater silliness, until they're all giggles and laughs.