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She’s drunk. Really drunk. Probably the most drunk she’s been since college when Lex had made her drink with him and hadn’t let her stop until two and half bottles of whiskey had been poured. She glances at her ransacked bar cart and can’t even begin to tell how much she’s had tonight. She could still use more. The scientist in her decides to rear her head at that moment, reminding her of the long term ramifications and discomfort that could arise and even cautiously admitting that enough of the oh-so-comforting liquid could kill her. She’s only human, after all.
She laughs, loud in the silence of her empty penthouse. She’s a genius and a philanthropist and she’s only human and Kara, sweet, sunny, lying Kara is a super-powered alien. Typical, she thinks, the bad guys keep winning. And there’s the sadness she’s been trying to drink into submission for months. Her jaw clenches as she sets down her glass. No, not sadness. Anger. She understands anger. Better than anyone in the world. Anger at Lex, anger at Lillian, anger at Eve and Andrea and Kara and a whole world filled with horrible people doing horrible things. She picks up Lex’s journal and keeps reading, translating his code almost subconsciously now that she’s figured it out.
Unbidden, her mind flashes the image of Supergirl standing awkwardly in the balcony doorway, handing the journal to her like this one act of subservience could make up for her years of treachery. “For a friend like you, there are no boundaries.” Lena sneers remembering how earnest the super was, all Kara Danvers, even behind the suit. No boundaries. Lena wonders how far she could push that, just how low will Kara, no, Supergirl , go? She’s drunk. Really drunk. She pushes the signal watch before she can talk herself out of it.
“Lena! Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Supergirl appeared with a whoosh of air before Lena could even finish pouring another drink. Faster than a speeding bullet, her mind supplies. She shakes her head. “I’m not in danger,” she says softly, bracing herself before turning around. Supergirl immediately relaxes, a confused smile on her face. “Oh, well, you know if you want to see me you can just call, right?” And then she has the nerve to walk closer and smile like she belongs there and Lena finds herself lost for a moment staring, trying to piece together the Kara Danvers she had spent years learning to care for and the superhero who had gotten under her skin time and time again.
“I guess I still can’t believe it,” she says, when the silence has gone on too long, “My best friend is an all-powerful being from another world.” She can’t quite muster the smile she was going for, and it comes out more like a grimace that she covers with her glass of scotch. Kara ducks her head with a shy smile and Lena remembers how endearing she used to find it. The ‘aw, shucks’ act is a lot less cute coming from someone you know could rip you in half in less than a second. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty strange since you’ve known just one side of me for so long,” Kara says with a shrug and a little laugh, like it hadn’t occurred to her and didn’t much bother her. Rage hits Lena so hard it almost knocks the breath out of her. How could Kara have no idea what was going on? Was she clueless? Willfully blind? Or did she think she had Lena so wrapped around her finger that it wouldn’t matter?
Kara must finally sense the turmoil because she looks up and goes still, scanning Lena’s face like she’s looking right through her skull and into her thoughts and what she finds has her eyes crinkling in concern. “Lena… what’s wrong?” She’s so goddamn compassionate, so good, such a hero and just looking at her is making Lena want to dig into that invulnerable skin and figure out how to make the kryptonian feel Lena’s woefully human pain. Instead of screaming at her like she wants to she downs her drink and sets it behind her. If the only thing Kara saw in her was her Luthor name then she would play the part, let the chips fall where they may.
“How can I ever look at you the same knowing you as two separate people who were both so willing to lie to me?” Her voice is icy, controlled. Lillian would be proud. “You humiliated me,” and Lena hates herself for the way her voice rises until she sees the way Kara’s face crumbles inward, like she’s been hit. “I know. I know, I-“ “Do you even know how that feels?” The silence between them hangs loudly in the air for a moment, with Kara’s helpless and lost expression the only answer.
Lena laughs cruelly. “Of course you don’t, how could you? Who could ever hurt a god?” Kara’s eyes are filled with sympathy, her forehead furrowed. “Lena, how can I make this better?” Lena wants to snap at her. Wants to tell her that she can’t and kick her out of the lonely penthouse so that she can go back to her planning without pretending that everything is okay between them, but her mind is still spinning with no boundaries, no boundaries . “You can kneel.” She says it like a command, something taking over her. Kara’s eyes widen in shock for a moment, reading the implication, knowing what it means and wondering why but then her expression shifts. She’s Kara Danvers, world famous reporter, connecting threads that Lena doesn’t even understand herself.
Then, to Lena’s shock, she does it. She kneels slowly and carefully, every movement deliberate and without breaking eye contact, that look of determination on her face that she’d worn so often as Supergirl. Looking down at her Lena feels a pulse of want ripple through her. A Luthor with a Super on her knees before her, possibilities stretched taut between them. Lena knows how she would proceed if she weren’t dealing with bulletproof skin, sees Kara bound up in red ropes, flushed and bent over, covered in bites and scratches and handprints and made to beg for more, a willing sacrifice to all of Lena’s hurt and anger. Lena sighs, and it sounds like a shaky exhale. She never would have known she wanted this until it was right in front of her, but now that she has it she intends to take full advantage.
She steps closer to the kneeling hero, making her pretty blonde head tilt up further to keep eye contact and she grabs that perfect jaw, digging her nails in a little. She feels Kara tremble, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. That won’t do. As vicious as Lena feels, she’s no monster. “I’m going into my room to change and grab some things. If I come back out here and you’re gone I’ll know you don’t want this, and I’ll expect not to hear from you again,” she’s offering a way out, but Kara’s eyes light up with panic at the suggestion and Lena already knows it won’t be taken. “If you do want this, I want you unclothed and on your knees, waiting for my instructions. Is that clear?” Kara licks her lips. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispers testingly. Lena hums in satisfaction. “Good.” Without another word she steps away, releasing her hold and not missing the way Kara leans forward to chase her touch.
Lena takes her time undressing, luxuriating in the power still thrumming in her veins. The black silk of her robe feels cool and perfect on her skin, the hem of it brushing against the top of her thighs. It’s been a long time since she’s played, and even longer since she’d felt this empowered by someone’s submission. She’s a powerful woman, she’s had people begging to be on their knees for her for about as long as people have been hoping for her downfall. But this… this is the most powerful woman in the world, the woman she hates and can never forgive but who will do anything to be forgiven. She contemplates her open case of gadgets and again regrets she can’t use them all, but she smiles as she realizes: pain is not the only way to break someone.
Kara is kneeling facing the couch with her hands on her knees and her head bowed when Lena comes out of the room. Her civilian clothes are folded neatly on the coffee table, her glasses sitting unassumingly atop the pile and when she looks up, hearing the CEO enter she looks… different. Somehow both Kara Danvers and Supergirl, and somehow also neither. Someone new. Someone laying her desires in the hands of a Luthor. “You’ve decided to stay,” Lena can’t keep her surprise out of her voice and Kara quietly answers her unspoken question. “I want to make this right.” Lena just barely suppresses a scoff, opting instead to place the unlocked case on the couch and settle herself beside it with her legs crossed, the picture of control.
“You will refer to me as Ms. Luthor or as Ma’am, you will follow my instructions, you will not speak unless asked to and if at any point you are uncomfortable and want to stop you know where the door is. Am I clear?” Kara is flushed from her ears down to her chest but her voice remains steady. “Yes, Ms. Luthor.” Lena hears that phrase a million times a day but from Supergirl … power swirls into her almost as much as lust. “Good. Now… touch yourself.”
It’s a risky first move, one that could easily drive the super away but Lena decides she doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter to her if Kara stays or not, as long as she doesn’t try to come back. Kara lets out a shaky breath, hands twitching on her knees before her right hand slides slowly up her inner thigh. Lena follows the fingers ghosting up endless skin with her eyes, but just before they meet their goal she tuts in disapproval. Kara stops, unsure. “You’re not usually so desperate, are you? I want you to show me how The Girl of Steel relieves her tension after a long day of saving kittens.” Lena smirks as she sees Kara shudder, bringing her hands up to run her fingertips gently across her neck, along her collar bones, up her waist.
Kara’s breathing gets increasingly shallow as she teases herself and she starts to lose her gentleness. Her hands squeeze and her fingers twist and pull and her nails drag along her abdomen. It’s like watching a fall in slow motion, and it makes Lena want more than anything to see the crash to the ground. When one of Kara’s hands finally dips between her legs while the other grabs roughly at her chest Lena almost moans with her. She looks like a goddess like this: her knees spread wide on the plush carpet, her back arched and her head thrown back. Under different circumstances Lena might feel the need to worship at such an altar, but now all she feels is the urge to pull this god from the heavens and subject her to the worst parts of humanity. “Tell me when you’re close,” Lena says casually. Kara’s lip trembles when she replies, “Yes, ma’am.”
It doesn’t take long. Lena wonders if the kryptonian is always this easy or if she’s worked up having an audience. “ Ms. Luthor ,” Kara gasps. Lena hums like she hadn’t been paying attention, like the woman falling apart in front of her is the least interesting thing in the room. “Did you need something?” Kara just whines, her fingers making quick circles and her thighs trembling. “Are you about to come ?” Kara moans loudly in response and Lena wants to see it, more than anything, but this isn’t about her pleasure. No, this is about making Kara suffer. “Stop.” Supergirl obeys immediately but her eyes and mouth are wide in disbelief. “Come here,” she orders sternly. Kara, still breathing hard, makes a move to stand but thinks better of it, crawling on her hands and knees and Lena feels heat swirling through her at the sight.
When Kara gets close enough Lena pulls her black case onto her lap and opens it, watching the super’s eyes widen. “Pick one.” Kara’s eyes bounce up to meet hers, and then back down, looking at every item like it might jump out and bite her. “I’ve never-“ her cheeks burn with shame and she ducks her head low, “Ms. Luthor, can you please choose for me?” Lena finds herself shocked for the second time. What was Kara doing here? How much experience did she even have? What if she didn’t have any ? But Kara isn’t trying to leave, isn’t even saying she doesn’t want to use toys, only that she hasn’t before.
Lena sighs, turning the case around and considering her options. She runs her fingers along all of her familiar gadgets and picks up the rabbit, one of her favorites. She sets the case aside and contemplates the top of Kara’s head. If she’d never used a toy before… Lena leans further back in her seat and spreads her legs wider. “Come up here,” she instructs and Kara looks surprised for only a moment before she stands on shaky legs and settles with her knees on either side of Lena’s hips and oh , this was a mistake because Kara is warm and open and her forearms are bracketing Lena’s head against the back of the couch. Lena takes a deep breath, laying her empty hand on a firm thigh, and switches the rabbit on to the lowest setting. She presses it against Kara’s abs and she’s close enough to see the way her pupils dilate and hear the tiny stutter in her breathing.
Lena takes her time mapping Kara’s torso, tracing every line and curve slowly, looking back and forth from the exposed skin in front of her to Kara’s face. That lip is back to being worried between teeth and Lena remembers watching her do the same thing over her laptop when she would sit in the corner of Lena’s office, writing the next big article. Her anger comes back to her and she switches the vibrator off, bringing it up to Supergirl’s mouth with a harsh command, “ Suck .” Kara hesitates for only a second before she obeys, taking soft silicone into her mouth and still not breaking eye contact as she takes it as far down as the ‘ears’ will allow her and slowly goes up again. Lena watches the toy disappear and reappear from lips shiny with spit, Kara’s head bobbing with the movement and arousal courses like poison through her veins.
She pulls the toy away with a slick pop and turns it on to the middle setting, pressing the tip of it between Kara’s legs and relishing in the way she gasps at the contact. Kara’s whole body is tense, her eyes finally closing as she takes in the new sensation. Lena wants to be more forceful, to take what Kara’s offered but… she can’t stop staring. She glides the toy smoothly up and down, watching Kara’s abdomen twitch with her effort to stay still and silent. “I want to hear you,” she murmurs. It’s too soft, too polite, but Kara complies anyways, a moan falling from her lips on her next shaky exhale. Lena presses lower, just barely brushing against Kara’s entrance but then her hips buck, encouraging. “Ms. Luthor, please,” she gasps and Lena doesn’t deny them any longer. The toy slides easily inside, the ears pressing against Kara’s clit and making her moan loudly. It’s all Lena can do to hold the rabbit upright as Kara starts to roll her hips, chasing her pleasure.
Lena forgets what she’s doing, why she’s doing it. The only thing that matters is the woman above her whose moans are getting higher and higher pitched, her movements more frantic. Lena wants to touch, wants to kiss every inch of the skin in front of her, wants to be touched and kissed in return. “I’m close, ma’am,” Kara chokes out, and Lena comes back to herself. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.” Kara’s eyes open, glassy and wanton, as she nods. Lena grabs her hip to still her with the toy all the way inside and in the same breath flips it to its highest setting. Kara cries out, trembling as she tries to hold herself back from that edge. Lena watches carefully, and just before she knows Kara won’t be able to hold back any longer she pulls the toy out abruptly, shutting it off and bringing it back up to parted lips. A few tears fall from blue eyes but Kara moans softly when Lena starts to push and pull the toy from her mouth.
It’s not enough, Lena needs more. She drops the toy onto the floor beside her. “Get down,” she says roughly and Kara does it immediately, maybe even using her superspeed, looking up with wide glazed eyes. Lena knows she could ask for anything right now, and it would be hers. She opens her robe, and makes herself move slowly to take in the hungry way the super is looking at her exposed skin. “Is there something you want?” she asks lowly. Kara swallows, looking up from where she’d been staring between her legs. “I want… I want to make you feel good,” her voice is hoarse and the skin around her eyes is tight with desperation. Lena wants to give in, badly, but she purses her lips as if she’s considering. “That doesn’t sound very convincing to me.” Lena may want to give in, but she needs to see Kara’s pride crumble.
The barest hint of resistance crosses Kara’s features. There it is, Lena thinks. She runs her hands down her own body, just the way she likes, and sees the way Kara is distracted all over again. When she reaches between her legs, Lena doesn’t hide her moans. She’s wetter than she’s ever been, she’ll think about why later, and every one of her movements send sparks up her spine. Kara watches closely, raw hunger clouding her features until she’s finally not content to just watch. She licks her lips. “Ma’am, can I use my mouth on you?” Lena moans at another swipe of her fingers but shakes her head. “Try again.” Kara swallows but her desperation gets the better of her. “Ms. Luthor, please, may I make you come,” she whines, completely undignified and it’s perfect.
“That’s better. Go on then, and hands to yourself.” Lena moves her hand away and that’s all the invitation Kara needs. The first exploratory swipe of her tongue makes Lena gasp and, encouraged, Kara becomes relentless, seeking out all the ways she can pull more noises out. Lena fists her hand in those golden tresses to keep her close and Kara doesn’t even flinch, single-minded in her task. Kara’s eyes are closed, focused, but Lena watches her anyway, enjoying the super losing herself.
She’s been worked up since she first saw Kara kneeling for her, but she makes herself hold back. She wants to enjoy this. “Slow down.” Kara makes a muffled noise of protest but complies, easing her motions into long strokes. She opens her eyes, and she moans when she sees Lena watching. Even with the languid pace, Lena feels herself approaching the edge. Her eyes close and her head falls back and she couldn’t stop the moans rising in her if she tried. Pleasure tightens in her gut with every slow pass of Kara’s tongue against her clit, and then she wraps her lips around it, sucks, and Lena sees stars behind her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, rolling her hips for more of that impossibly good feeling. The edge approaches fast and hard and Lena tumbles over it, crying out and shaking with the force of wave after wave crashing over her.
When she gets too sensitive Lena pushes Kara’s head away from her. Both of them are breathing hard, and Lena can see Kara’s pupils blown wide and her thighs squeezing together to ease the pressure she must be feeling. Lena grabs another toy. No vibration, and it’s much bigger than the rabbit. She holds it in front of the kryptonian’s mouth and doesn’t even need to ask before Kara is giving her what she wants. She looks so much more obscene: naked and on her knees, taking the toy down to just shy of the base. Lena could watch her all day, but that isn’t what she’d been planning.
“Turn around, hips up and elbows down,” she says roughly. Kara’s lost every ounce of defiance, obeying unquestioningly. Lena lets herself stare at just how wet Kara is as she gets down on her own knees behind her. It’s not the most comfortable, but she prefers the idea of this god come to earth being taken on the floor, lowly and human. “Look at you,” she breathes, “National City’s darling, presenting herself like a good little slut.” Lena pairs the cruel words with the slide of the toy against Kara’s clit that makes her whimper, whether from shame or pleasure Lena doesn’t know or care.
She presses in carefully at first, but Kara pushes back, takes all of it and Lena no longer has the patience to be gentle. She grips the super’s hip hard enough to bruise if she were human and sets a fast pace, in and out and in. Kara is making sounds like she’s losing her mind and her elbows slip from under her, leaving her face pressed into the lush carpet and yes, this is what Lena had wanted. “If only the world could see their hero now,” her voice drips like poisoned honey, “getting fucked into the carpet and enjoying every second of it. You can posture as much as you want. In the end you’re no better than us dirty humans.”
Kara moans louder, arching her back for more, deeper. “Lena,” she sobs, “ please, I, fuck, I need to come.” Lena feels dizzy. The world’s most powerful woman, powerless by her hands. She wraps her arm around Kara’s body, finding her clit to bring her higher, higher. “Come,” she orders. Kara screams as she topples over the edge. Her body is trembling and she’s clawing at the carpet like it’ll hold her together while she falls apart. It’s beautiful, and Lena knows this image will be burned into her memories to get her through more long and empty nights.
When the shaking subsides, Lena pulls the toy out carefully and Kara collapses, curling into a fetal position and… she’s crying, tears falling silently at first but then she takes a shuddering breath that comes out as a sob and then it’s like she can’t stop. Lena drops the toy in her hand and sits back, watching. She should feel triumph for breaking the unbreakable, Kara is feeling her pain and justice is served. But seeing her best friend curled up in shame… It’s not at all what Lena wants anymore. Tears prick in the corner of her eyes. What is she doing?
Lena crawls close enough to reach Kara’s face, brushing blonde hair from her sweaty forehead and when those beautiful blue eyes open to meet hers Lena feels her own tears fall. “I’m sorry,” Kara chokes out, still sobbing. Lena sits back and opens her arms and Kara crashes into them, pressing her face to Lena’s neck. “I know you are. I’m sorry too,” Lena murmurs, petting her hair, “I thought I wanted to hurt you but more than anything… Kara, I don’t want to lose you.”
They stay there, letting the tears wash away the hurt and anger as dawn starts to lighten the penthouse windows. Lena is hyper aware of all the places their skin is touching, not with the same rising heat as before but with a quiet warmth. They’ll have to talk about this, what it means for them going forward, but for now Lena hopes she’ll never have to let go again. “Lena,” Kara murmurs, pulling away and looking at her with the softest expression Lena had ever seen from her, “can I kiss you?” Lena sobs. She doesn’t deserve the kindness in those eyes, but if she only has this one chance then she’ll take it and spend every day becoming someone who does.
“Please,”
she whispers. Kara’s lips are soft and warm, like the sunlight on their skin.