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It had felt like hours since Lena had left the room, allowing Kara to stir in her thoughts and cool down as she took her time in some other end of the apartment doing Rao knows what.
No amount of straining would have allowed her to hear anything other than the soft rush of traffic outside, or the occasional creaking of wooden floorboards as Lena moved around in the other room.
It was its own unique form of torture, leaving Kara to sit patiently and barely stop herself from whining if she felt it was taking too long for the other woman to return. She might never admit it to anyone other than Lena, but she hated the waiting game almost as much as she loved it.
Her favorite— and simultaneous least favorite part— was the delayed gratification. The way Lena made her wait, keeping her on edge for what felt like hours before ever allowing her what it was that she so desperately wanted.
The feeling grounded her in a way, keeping her in the present as her body burned with the need to be good. To wait only because Lena had asked it of her. To be good because it was all that Lena wanted from her.
Lena understood that need to be good and forget better than anyone, because she too still had her days where remembering was a constant burden, something her mind wouldn’t let her escape. Ordinarily it was easy enough to sink inside of herself and ignore it until it went away. Try not to pay too much mind to the crippling fear of not being enough. Never getting it right. Then the sickening feeling of being hurt again. Being lied to again. Or, given her luck, being kidnapped— shot at— or thrown off a balcony, again. So, yes, Lena knew very well what Kara needed. Lena needed to forget by taking the reins, and Kara needed to forget by handing them over.
Since she and Lena had become…whatever they were…the brunette would take one look at her and replace those haunting memories of failure, or loneliness, or disappointment with something new, something better. Helping her to forget all her troubles, even if it was only for a little while.
So that was why Kara was splayed out on the bed in Lena’s fancy apartment. Practically glowing against silk sheets with a ridiculously high thread count. Bathed in the warm light of a red sun lamp— making her feel achingly human. Giving her the freedom to have what she needed.
She needed to forget.
Forget the weight of the cape, and the loss of her parents, and the thickening silence of the phantom zone that had nearly driven her mad. Forget everything that had ever hurt her or made her bleed, and instead just focus on the soft words coming from Lena’s perfect mouth. Focus on the feeling of the brunette slipping between her thighs. Focus on the way she made Kara feel safe underneath her capable hands.
The floorboards creaked again, the bedroom door slipping open to reveal Lena’s still fully dressed form. Though she looked much less like a CEO then, and much more like a lace dressed wet dream that Kara had conjured up in her head. Her red painted lips curled into a smirk as she walked further into the room, green eyes never leaving Kara’s bound form while stalking closer to the bed.
“So good and patient for me.” The brunette hummed as she finally crawled onto the mattress, kissing her way up each leg, intentionally avoiding the place between the blonde woman’s trembling thighs as she leaned over her.
“You’re shaking.” Lena whispered, her lips just an inch away from Kara's stomach then, a teasing smile ghosting against her skin with the words. “Is there something you need?”
Kara whimpered pathetically as she attempted to twist her wrists out of the silk ties that kept her in place on the bed, unable to squirm very much when Lena was still leaning over her lower half— keeping her still.
“Please Lena.” She breathed, lifting her head to look at the brunette between her legs.
Lena hummed in contemplation, fingers stroking soft skin as she watched Kara practically vibrate in anticipation.
She had been teasing her before she had left to the other room, bound her to the bed just to blow softly on her clit and kiss around her stomach and thighs for the better part of 30 minutes. Lena could see the result of her teasing still dripping down between Kara’s spread legs, pretty soft and pink glistening skin. All puffy and flushed with arousal. She smiled when she heard Kara whine again underneath her breath.
“My good girl. You’re so good for me Kara.” Lena whispered reverently against the woman’s inner thigh, green eyes peering up and watching the way she inhaled sharply at the sound of being praised. “I’ll give you what you need.” She promised. “Don’t I always?”
Her thumb was barely there, a ghost of a touch as it slipped through plentiful wetness, but the soft brush against Kara’s clit was enough to make her cry, throwing her head back against the soft pillows that had been placed so carefully beneath her.
Kara could feel Lena smile against her skin again as she moved to circle the pad of her thumb over the apex of her thighs, content to watch her hips rock against the motions.
“So good for me.” The brunette whispered, pressing a kiss below her navel. “I should give you my fingers shouldn’t I? Fuck you like you deserve?”
Evidently the quick nod of Kara’s head hadn’t been a sufficient enough answer, causing the brunette to lightly slap her inner thigh.
“Please!” Kara cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as her hands curled into fists. She felt like crying, like she might start actually pleading and begging and whimpering if it meant that Lena might give her what she wanted.
“Tell me you deserve it Kara.” Lena said softly, kissing the spot she had just struck, even though the ache would disappear the moment the lights switched off and the curtains opened again. “Tell me you deserve to feel good.”
This was the hardest part of the game— the part where Lena demanded that she admit she was worthy of being given something good, worthy of feeling good, worthy of being loved and pleasured and cared for by someone.
Kara Zor-El Danvers could fight the most evil people in the universe, she could lift multi-hundred ton spaceships, she could survive the death of her home planet, she could overcome being trapped in the phantom zone— but she could barely bring herself to say she was worthy of something like pleasure .
As if knowing she’d gotten herself lost in her head again, Lena brought her mouth down against her, swirling her tongue around the top of her clit until Kara was gasping into the air of the room and stuttering out incoherently.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me Kara.” Lena murmured against her, unwilling to part from the feeling of her lover’s warmth against her face, or the soft tremble of her thighs against her cheeks. “My good girl deserves something good. Who deserves all the good in the universe.”
She redoubled her efforts then, alternating between long licks and gentle kisses, doing what she knew would bring the blonde to the edge before she backed off and started all over again. Lena wasn’t above edging Kara into insanity when it was necessary to prove a point, Kara knew that well enough to understand what the brunette was doing— and it only served to make her melt even further into Lena’s touch.
“O-Okay…” The blonde whispered finally, looking down at the woman between her thighs with desperation written all over her face. “I deserve it.” She said softly. “I-I deserve to feel good.”
Lena barely gave her time to finish her last sentence before she was pressing two fingers in at once, curling them upwards to match with every stroke of her tongue.
If the red sun lamps hadn’t been on, Kara surely would have ripped through the soft ribbons that held her arms to the bed— wanting to weave her fingers into Lena’s dark hair to pull her impossibly closer to her body. Instead, all she could do was gasp, clutching the wooden slats of the headboard as Lena gripped her thigh with one hand and pleasured her with the other.
It didn’t take long until her gasps made way into stuttered whimpers in kryptonian, barely comprehensible sentences that grew higher and higher in pitch by the second.
Lena was certain that her neighbors might hate her in the morning, but she was far too enamored with Kara’s desperate cries of pleasure to care what looks she might receive in the downstairs lobby once the day came and went.
“Lena…” Kara breathed, growing impossibly tense underneath the other woman’s touch. Lena didn’t need to look at her to know she was close, but she opened her eyes anyway, peering up to watch the way Kara’s muscles strained, the way her back arched into her touch, the way her hair fell across the pillow beneath her head, the way her hips rocked against her.
One last press of her fingers was all it took for the dam to burst, leaving Kara to fall apart beneath her— trusting Lena to pull her back together again once she stopped trembling.
The blonde grimaced as the sunlight fell into her eyes, grumbling in displeasure before quickly turning away from the window and hiding her face in the neck of the person laying beside her. Gaining her powers from the sun didn’t necessarily mean that she enjoyed being woken up by it so early in the morning.
Lena’s chest rumbled with laughter at Kara’s movements, her hand trailing up to run through golden strands of hair, bringing her lips down to press a kiss to the woman’s temple. “We’ve been in bed for the past 12 hours now, Kara.” the brunette reminded her. “We should be getting up soon.”
“Five more minutes.” Kara replied with a huff, snuggling further into Lena’s warm embrace. She heard the woman laugh again, unable to stop her own smile at the sound of it— even as her eyes remained shut.
“Alright,” Lena said. “, after all, who am I to deny my girl what she needs?”