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Ice clinked in full, sloshing glasses while everyone cackled at some lewd joke. Two dice tumbled across the table and Alex leaned into Kelly’s side. Lena listened to all the joy and merriment as shadows danced on the wall behind her. Late evening in a good game night held only one disappointment: Kara had disappeared.
Not without reason, no the blonde hero was down the hall coaxing a hesitant Esme back to sleep. About half an hour ago she had appeared: clad in cotton-candy-pink unicorn pajamas clutching a teddy bear, begging for water and perhaps a second story.
Alex was about to insist she return to bed when Kara, patient to no end Kara, swept the girl up in her arms and said:
“Certainly, water and a story coming right up.”
The words squeezed a squeal from Esme, and everyone chuckled. Lena listened to the movements in the kitchen—the opening of a cupboard, slide of a plastic cup, cold tap water spilling into the vessel, a small thank you.
The two of them—partners in hijinks and shenanigans —disappeared down the hall, hushed voices debating the merits of various picture books. Esme was well aware she didn’t need a cup of water and a story, but she also knew her aunt would give in. If Kara, for some reason, didn’t succumb to fluttered lashes and a whine, Lena would.
Tonight, though, Kara had succumbed first. And now Lena watched as her wife carried the six-year-old down the hall.
Even from the living room, Lena could hear giggles and the low timber of Kara’s silly monster voice as she read Esme’s favorite story, A Monster Goes To School.
“Your turn, Lena,” Alex said.
Lena bit her smile and rolled. She moved her token six pieces and bought Park Place. Alex whistled and Nia smiled. Down the hall, if Lena listened closely, she could hear Kara making sound effects and Esme’s drowsy giggle.
The game played on, and Lena reclined in to the plush sofa, nursing her scotch.
…
“It was huge. As big as your head, and they came in all sorts of flavors—there was one like grape, one like bacon; my favorite was a flavor somewhere between blue raspberry and pineapple. When we went to the fair, my father bought me two at least. Oh, and the rides! Krypton had incredible rides. They were all based on watching a screen while the seats would move and air would blow on your face—like the Star Wars one at Disney, but so much better—and,” Kara’s ramble cut off as she noticed the figure in the doorway.
“Hey you,” Lena said softly.
Esme was basically asleep, her eyes shut, one small hand gripping Kara’s as the blonde sat cross-legged on the floor next to the bed.
“Telling her about the New Year’s Festivals on Krypton?” Lena asked.
“Yeah,” Kara said sheepishly, “she likes it, and it feels nice, telling someone who… I mean, like, I’ve told you and Alex. But someone with…child like wonder? It’s a little different. I still remember going as a kid and everything being huge and bright and I just like… to tell her.” Kara looked at the floor, pressing the bridge of her glasses up her nose. She watched Lena’s feet move from the doorway until her toes tapped her shins.
Kara looked up and found Lena’s smile—genuine and deep.
“That’s wonderful,” she whispered, “and I’d love to come next time you tuck her in, but it’s nearly eleven and Kelly wants us to leave but is too polite to say it.”
“Oh,” Kara laughed, relieved by Lena’s easy acceptance, “of course, let’s get going. I just need to grab my jacket. Are you good?”
“Are we walking home?”
“I thought we might,” Kara said.
Kara and Lena often walked home from game night, it was about a forty-minute walk, but typically, it was warm enough. Before they’d gotten together, Kara had walked everywhere, but Lena “‘I’m-Famous-And-Hated” Luthor couldn’t. It was just Kara adored walking, and so they found times they could sneak it in. If anything happened, Kara was always ready to fly them out of danger.
Lena learned she loved it too. The warm air and city noise. Walking with Kara’s hand in hers. Seeing birds take flight from telephone wires and stopping to buy a late night snack from a street vendor.
Lena also loved Kara’s chivalry. She insisted on walking on the outside of the sidewalk. She grabbed Lena’s hand whenever they approached a puddle. And when they got home, Kara always made the same joke: ‘well this is me, can I have a goodnight kiss?’ And Lena would kiss her. ‘Oh you wanted to come in, I don’t know, that’s quite a lot for a first date.’ And Lena would kiss her again. ‘Wow, you certainly drive a hard bargain, just this once.’
Game Night usually also meant they’d been drinking, and so often they’d stumble into bed and make slightly sloppy love on their pristine sheets. And in the morning, as the sun peaked through the curtains of their penthouse on the 46th floor, Lena would press her face into Kara’s neck, able to actually breathe.
“Then let me pee,” Lena whispered, pressing a kiss to Kara’s cheek.
When she came out of the hall bathroom, Lena found Kara and Alex talking by the door. Kelly had turned in. Kara was leaned casually up against the kitchen doorframe, a snug blue sweater under her rain shell. Tight jeans and black boots. Her hair was in a bun and she looked delectable. She held a Tupperware full of brownies and Lena’s coat.
Lena took the coat silently and pulled it on.
“And that’s why I’m never trusting Thompson to run a database check again.” Alex finished with a shake of her head.
“Well,” Kara said, reaching above her head with her free hand. “It’s late, I think we are going to head out.”
“Get home safe,” Alex said, hugging her sister.
“Of course,” Kara said firmly.
Lena got a hug, and they were off, taking the elevator out and heading onto the street.
As they walked back to their apartment, Lena leaned heavily into Kara, the taller woman wrapped an arm around her wife. They didn’t say much, just shared a peaceful silence as they passed street corners and streetlamps. Finally, after ten blocks, Lena coughed to clear her throat.
“Fuck me with the strap tonight?” Lena asked.
Kara was silent for a moment, but in her mind she pumped her fist.
“Sure. Want to be tied up?”
“Not tonight, just, want you to fuck me. Maybe from behind?”
“I can do that.”
And then they were silent again, until they came to their building’s door, a gold and glitzy revolving number that Kara always liked to crowd Lena into—sandwiched in the same small segment Kara could press her hips against Lena’s, solid and suggestive.
The elevator was hell, and as Lena fumbled her keys, Kara bit her tongue in frustration. Finally, once they got inside, Kara had Lena up against the wall, she was vicious and thorough in her attack on Lena’s neck.
Once their jackets were removed, Kara’s strong hands were under Lena’s thighs, lifting her. The hero carried her wife to their bedroom—the master suite all the way down the long hall with its deep green walls and dark navy sheets. She tossed Lena on the bed and began stripping her clothes while Lena did the same.
Finally, Lena lay on the bed, flushed and bare, a finger teasing her slit while Kara gathered their favorite strap-on from the chest in the closet.
“Put it in,” Lena said urgently into Kara’s ear.
“I am,” Kara grunted in her ear as she lubed up the silicone shaft.
“Now,” Lena urged.
“Here,” Kara said as she slipped in. Lena groaned. It only took six minutes for Lena to cum. She came with a moan. Kara kept going, surprisingly close to her own orgasm, until Lena tapped her back twice—their sign for Kara to pull pout.
“Sorry, do you need?” Lena said, vaguely, jerking her hand towards Kara’s center. Kara shook her head, loosening the straps of the harness.
“I’m okay, that was good, I just—I mean, unless you want to go again?”
Lena shook her head.
“Sorry, I’m having a one and done night, but you should, I mean you must be close.”
“Let me ride your face?” Kara asked, “I mean, only if you feel up to it?”
“Get up here, Supergirl.”
And Kara did, she came on Lena’s tongue only a few minutes later. Staring at the space above the headboard, pinching her features into a tight knot of pleasure as her body released extra slick onto Lena’s reddened face.
Soon they were cuddled under the sheets, Lena’s head on Kara’s chest, the lights off, both staring at the ceiling.
“I like our sex life,” Lena whispered. “I like that it’s not always romantic, and we can just…get off and go to sleep.”
“I like that, too,” Kara said.
“I like our life right now. You have CatCo and the DEO. I have LCorp. We have friends, and Esme. I like that you do the dishes and I pack your lunch. I never thought I could have this, and I love it.”
Kara’s fingers played with the wedding band on Lena’s left hand.
“I love it, too. When I got here—to Earth, I mean—I thought I’d lost everything, but now it’s, well, it’s absolutely perfect, Lena.”
“Really?”
“Truly.”
…
Monday came two days later; Monday came much too early, and Monday found Kara staring at the ceiling. There was no Lena beside her in bed because Lena loved to get an early start on Mondays—which was utter depravity in Kara’s book. She could hear Lena in the kitchen, sipping a black coffee and reading the paper. She closed her eyes and pleaded with her alarm clock to somehow elongate the five minutes granted by her snooze button.
She was exhausted, and a drowsy sleep returned easily. So easily, she could swear no more than ten seconds passed before the infernal device on her bedside began blaring once again.
“Lena!” She called.
She could her Lena setting down her paper and coming down the hall. Her wife appeared in the doorway, then casually leaned against it.
“Yes?” Lena asked, looking at Kara, who had pulled the duvet over her head.
“No work today. Let’s fly to Spain. Drink Sangria on the beach. Wear skimpy bikinis.”
“Kara, I’d sunburn.”
“Lena, I love you.”
“Kara, you know you want to turn in that article on interspecies adoption.”
“Lena, shhh.”
Kara smashed her face into her pillow, and did not move until the bed dipped, and a gentle hand began caressing her back.
“I’ll make pancakes if you want, I have some extra time this morning.”
Kara considered this. Lena made the best pancakes. Kara still wasn’t sure what the best part of their first time was: the five orgasms she’d had that night, or the pancakes she’d gotten the next morning. Lena used pearl sugar and vanilla and lemon, and they were always so, so fluffy. There was little on Earth Kara wouldn’t do for a stack of Lena Luthor-Danvers’ pancakes.
Finally, Kara sat up. And suddenly Kara felt something she’d felt a handful of times. She stilled immediately, Lena looked at her—
“Lena, move, please, just—“
As soon as Lena stood, Kara was out of bed and across the room, throwing herself in front of the toilet in the en-suite. She wretched silently twice before a torrent of vomit loosed itself into the bowl.
“Kara!” Lena said, rushing beside her wife. She grabbed a hair tie from the vanity and began putting Kara’s hair up into a messy bun.
Finally, it stopped and Kara leaned against the wall, heavy and breathing hard.
“I did not enjoy that,” she said, looking at Lena.
“Of course not, Sweetheart,” Lena said, gently pressing a cool palm against Kara’s jaw.
“It was gross and bad.”
“Throwing up isn’t fun. And you barely ever do it.”
“I should, um, flush the toilet.”
Lena flushed it for her, and frowned slightly as a tear fell down Kara’s cheek.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying, it was just a lot first thing in the morning.”
“It’s normal to cry when you're sick, Kar.” Lena said.
“Yeah, but I mean, I fight monsters and this was just a bit of throw-up.”
“Well, it was actually a fair bit of throw-up, and you don’t throw up—ever. Besides, all those super powered muscles regurgitating something can’t feel overly pleasant.”
Kara looked at the floor.
“So perhaps no pancakes, I’ll make them this weekend. Maybe some porridge and tea?”
Kara nodded.
“And maybe we can call Alex while we eat and see about med bay running some tests?”
Kara shook her head.
“It’s nothing, Lena. If we call Alex and then my whole day is going to be spent in med bay. If it happens again, then sure. But I’m sure this was just a one-off.”
Lena looked less than certain. But Kara was sitting up, and she could watch her at breakfast. If she still seemed sick, Lena would insist they call, but she didn’t feel like fighting the stubborn hero this early.
“Okay, but first sign of trouble at work, you call me.”
“Of course,” Kara said.
…
One concession, Lena insisted her superhuman wife make was that she let Lena drop her at CatCo on her way into LCorp.
Kara didn’t really mind taking the car, sure she preferred a quick flight, but she also liked saying hi to Frank. She liked reclining on Lena’s shoulder and dozing while the CEO got a start on emails. When they arrived at CatCo Lena grasped her hand and signaled for her to pause.
“Kara, if you feel anything out of the ordinary, call me. Nothing on my schedule today can’t be rescheduled. You,” she paused to peck the blondes crinkled forehead, “are always my first priority.”
“I know, and I wouldn’t be going into the office if I didn’t already feel tons better, but at the first sign of trouble I’m calling you. Promise.”
“Okay, go get ‘em, Supergirl,” Lena said, gently pushing her wife towards the car door. Kara smiled at her and left.
…
“Well Mr. Evans if that truly is the case I’m afraid there’s no way forward for a deal between Nuetech and LCorp…yes, but as I said…no you misunderstood,” Lena was talking in the phone facing the large windows in her office which overlooked her private balcony and all of National City.
She didn’t notice Kara standing silently by the door, arms full of take-out, waiting for her wife to conclude the call.
“If you would like to we can have you speak to legal again in the morning, but I must be honest I don’t see a path towards forward at this time…of course…goodnight,” Lena hung up and placed her phone in its cradle on the desk, she dropped her head to the smooth glass surface and groaned. The dramatic action earned a stifled chuckle from Kara.
Lena’s head shot up.
“You, what, why are you here? I mean this is lovely and too perfect, but when I called to say I’d be late you were in your pajamas and—“
“And,” Kara said, cutting off her haggard wife. “ I thought about you here late, on a Monday, probably having worried about me all day after I threw up, so I changed out of my PJs, picked up takeout, and brought you dinner.”
“I love you,” Lena said, already coming around the desk to grab the warm bag and spread its contents on the coffee table by the sofa.
“Mmmnn,” Lena moaned at a sinful register, “this is delicious, it always is, but gosh, I needed this.”
Kara smiled bright and broad; she shifted on the couch, grabbing one of Lena’s stocking clad feet and dragging it into her lap. She ignored her potstickers to rub her wife’s feet, delighting in the soft sounds of pleasure Lena made.
“Mm, thank you, Darling, but you should eat too, you must be starving.”
Kara shrugged.
“I ate two freezer pizzas as soon as I got home and you just, you look so tense. I like making you feel good, Lee.”
“Well, I appreciate that, but I also think you really need to eat potstickers,” Lena said with a twinge of a pout.
“Oh ho!” Kara cackled, “you want to sit in my lap and hand feed me potstickers, don’t you?”
Lena nodded, setting her mostly eaten plate on the low table and scooching over on the couch. Kara scooped her up, and soon she was straddling her wife’s lap, her skirt bunching up a bit as the legs of Kara’s denim jeans rubbed against her inner thighs.
Kara opened her mouth and closed her eyes, waiting for Lena to deposit a dumpling. Which she did, placing a finger under Kara’s jaw to close her mouth. Finally, once Kara had chewed and swallowed, she pressed a kiss to her pursed lips.
They did this a while before Kara laughed.
“I remember our wedding night,” she whispered into Lena’s neck. “How neither of us had gotten to eat at the reception…too busy dancing and singing, laughing—feeling up your ass in that dress. And so you had the brilliant idea to order us Chinese takeout. And I ate forty-seven potstickers—“
“AND YOU PASSED OUT STILL WEARING YOUR DRESS SHIRT!” Lena interrupted. It was one of her favorite stories.
“That I did. And you refused to eat potstickers for six months.”
“I’d been looking forward to getting laid, Kara. It was our weddingnight.”
“Pshhh…we did it in the morning. And that afternoon on the jet. That night, the morning after…the night after that morning we did it so much you had to tap out.”
“Kara!” Lena hid her face in her hands. “It’s the principle.”
“I’m just saying we made it work. That’s you and me, we always make it work. We are the perfect team.” Kara’s hand had begun to rub up and down Lena’s waist. “There’s nothing we couldn’t do.”
Lena smiled.
“I need to pack up, but then maybe we can go home?” Lena asked. Kara smiled and nodded.
“I’ll text Frank and get the food packed up.”
“You never want to text Frank.”
“I don’t want to waste time asking you to let me fly you home tonight, I just want to get into the car and snuggle and then get home to the apartment and snuggle. It was a lot today. I don’t like being sick, I don’t like that you worried.”
Lena paused in righting her skirt and picking up her shoes.
“You didn’t do it on purpose,” she pressed a quick kiss to Kara’s mouth. “And it hopefully won’t happen again, if it does, we have a plan.”
“That we do,” Kara said, grinning slightly from her spot on the couch.
…
They ended up having sex. Something about cuddling in the car, and Kara’s tender caring that evening, lit a fierce want in Lena’s lower belly. Just as Kara was about to brush her teeth, Lena grabbed her and kissed her. They didn’t even manage to get completely underdressed.
Kara’s top stayed on, while Lena’s was shoved up to her armpits, so Kara could suck two erect nipples. Lena pulled Kara’s sweats down just enough to finger her. With Kara underneath her, she positioned three fingers inside her wife and used her whole body to push them in. Her thumb rubbed the Super’s clit, and in five minutes she was squirming and working to keep her legs apart.
“So close,” Kara wheezed. “So fucking close, Lena. Another, give me another finger. Give it to me.”
Lena obliged and soon Kara was coming, hard enough she squirted a little, wetting Lena’s sweats.
As she came down, Lena leaned over her face, murmuring loving nothings and gentle compliments.
“Such pretty girl, so gorgeous when you come, I can’t believe you're mine,” she pressed against Kara’s jaw.
Once their heart rates had returned, still tangled together, Kara spoke:
“Always make me feel so good, I mean you, you always make me feel so good. Better than good. Perfect.”
Lena smiled.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yeah, maybe, can I grind on your thigh?”
“Yeah, just let me,” Kara said, moving her pants down to her shins. “This good?”
Lena nodded as she rolled onto her back to pull her pajama pants off, it wasn’t sexy, but it was quick.
“Here,” Kara said, gripping her hips and setting a rhythm.
Lena looked glorious, exposed breasts and heaving chest, her slick center moving against Kara’s strong thigh.
“Mm close.”
“Let go, Lena, be a good girl for me.”
Lena came.
They got their clothes back on—including a new pair of sweats for Lena—and brushed their teeth.
Just before climbing into bed, Lena paused:
“I’m setting my alarm for half an hour later, so don’t wake me up if you see it’s past the normal time for it to beep at me.”
“Mmmhm,” Kara grunted, already succumbing to slumber.
“Goodnight, Darling,” Lena said, wrapping an arm around Kara and kissing her neck. “I love you.”
…
The next morning Lena Luthor-Danvers’ alarm did not sound because at 6:00am Kara found herself staring into the white of the toilet bowl again, emptying her stomach and feeling that horrid pressure behind her eyes.
Lena jumped out of bed when she realized what she was hearing. Again, she tied up Kara’s hair up. Again, she paused considering what to do, but this time they had come to an agreement.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to Kara.
She grabbed her phone from the bedside and called Alex.
But the time she’d returned to the bathroom, it had gone to voicemail. She sent a text:
Kara vomitted, bringing her in, please advise.
The phone rung in Lena’s hand five seconds later, Alex’s profile picture replacing the text conversation.
“Lena! Is she alright?”
“She threw up yesterday and today—“
“I also threw up on Sunday,” Kara said quietly from her position in front of the toilet.
“Apparently she threw up Sunday, something she neglected to mention,” Lena said, stroking her wife’s back.
“Bring her in for sure then. I have no clue what it could be, she’s barely been out in the field the past couple weeks. And everything she has seen has been very typical.”
“Okay, I can drop her on my way to LCorp, I would come in, as well, but I have some things this morning that would be hard to reschedule. I’d rather finish them up and be available if she’ll need care at home the next few days,” Lena paused, “unless you really want me there, Kara.”
“I’m all good,” Kara said with a rough voice.
“Okay, yeah, please drop her off, and I’ll head in now to get all the tests prepped. Give her some water and electrolytes this morning. If she can manage it, a simple breakfast would be good.”
“Porridge again then,” Lena said, “Thanks Alex, expect her in the next two hours.”
“You got it.”
“Hear that Kara? We’re going to fix this. And as soon as I’m done with my meetings, I’ll come over. Oh, Love, I’m sorry you feel awful.”
Kara leaned away from the toilet to slump against the wall.
“Well, at least we know I’m not pregnant.”
Lena laughed.
“I’d say no chance—seeing as I don’t have the parts to make that happen, unless you’ve been having a scandalous affair.”
Kara laughed this time.
“Nope, I’m horribly faithful, besides have you seen my lady? She’s so hot other people don’t even compare.”
“I’m glad,” Lena said, pressing a kiss to Kara’s forehead. “Now let’s get you a Gatorade and see what sounds manageable for breakfast.”