Red-K Confessions

Pairing: SuperCorp

Rating: VERY STRONG M

Here it is... the Red-K fic no one asked for... Are we sick of these yet? I hope not :)

Lena was working on her eleventh straight hour in her lab at L-Corp. Her latest project, a source of renewable energy powerful enough to run her building, had been fraught with problems all day. She sighed and threw her wrench across the room in anger. It never connected with the wall, and she looked up in confusion.

Supergirl stood at the far end of the room, wrench in hand, tilting her head questioningly.

"Sorry," Lena said quickly, rising to her feet. "I just..." she trailed off as she got closer to the hero, looking her up and down. "New outfit, Supergirl?"

Lena earned a smirk from the hero for her comment. Gone was the signature skirt, and blue spandex. Instead, it had been replaced by a black body suit and cape, crest still gracing her chest proudly.

"Do you like it?" She asked Lena after a few moments of letting the Luthor gaze at her.

Lena raised her eyebrows, and let her eyes rake over the hero once more. "It's a little more mature than the schoolgirl skirt."

Kara walked around the lab table, trailing her fingers across the surface lightly after she dropped the wrench onto it with a gentle 'clink'. Lena turned to follow her slow movements around the room.

"That's not what I asked," Supergirl chastised her, moving closer. Lena swallowed, and straightened up.

"It's not as cheerful as you are. The bright colors suit your personality better."

"Maybe it's my personality that needed a change."

Lena's lip quirked upwards and her eyes narrowed as she considered. "You seem different tonight, Supergirl. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Kara nodded, closing the distance between them with graceful strides. "There is something..."

To her credit, Lena didn't flinch or move away when the hero leaned in, mere inches from her face. But Kara couldn't help the smile that bloomed from the way Lena's heart was racing suddenly from her proximity.

"But only if it's something you might enjoy as well," Kara continued, reaching up to stroke the delicate skin of Lena's cheek.

Lena licked her lips unconsciously. The hero noticed, and ran her thumb across the plump, now slightly moistened lips.

"Depends on what you're asking for," Lena said, as soon as she was sure her voice wouldn't fail her.

"A kiss," the super said simply. "To start with."

"You want to kiss me?" Lena asked, shocked.

"Is that so hard to believe? You are a very attractive woman, Lena."

Lena gave her an appraising look. "You aren't so bad yourself, Supergirl."

Supergirl raised one eyebrow. "Glad you noticed. So... about that kiss?"

Lena didn't respond; instead she gently cupped the perfect cheek before her and leaned in to kiss the other woman. Supergirl hummed in approval as she gathered the young Luthor in her arms, deepening the kiss. She wasted no time, hands on Lena's backside lifting her easily and settling her on the lab table. She got even closer to the CEO, bodies pressed tightly together. Lena moaned when Supergirl's hips writhed against her core.

"Is this ok, Lena?" She whispered against her neck, trailing kisses over the exposed skin.

"God, yes," she groaned out, thrusting back, attempting to get more of the delicious friction.

"Mmm, I can feel how hot you are for me, Lena," the hero teased the skin peeking out between Lena's slacks and untucked shirt. "It didn't take much, like you were just waiting for me."

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," Lena shot back, one eyebrow raised.

"Glad to hear it Ms. Luthor. Does your warm welcome extend to... a little more?" She asked, fingers trailing up the inside of Lena's still covered thighs.

"Oh, I like the idea of more," Lena stuttered out.

"No one's going to interrupt me here, right?" Supergirl asked her. "I don't like an audience."

"No, my staff knows not to bother me in my private lab, except for emergencies."

"Good thing I didn't know about your private lab rules. Or else all you would have is a dent in your wall, instead my fingers exactly where you want them."

Lena's eyes darkened, taking in the sight of the incredibly confident woman in front of her, who was now sliding the aforementioned fingers into the front of her pants, straight into her panties and the waiting wetness below.

"Lena," the blonde moaned when she made contact.

The Luthor couldn't help it, she bucked up against Supergirl's fingers, desperate for something more, anything she could get.

"Patience, beautiful," Supergirl chided her. "I need some room to work."

Lena felt herself be lifted slightly, a cool breeze, and then her naked ass was on the cold table. She hissed in displeasure, but Supergirl shook her head.

"It'll warm up quick enough."

"Superspeed, very handy," Lena remarked.

"What I have in mind will be much slower," Supergirl informed her.

"We can take it slow after, right now, you better fuck me," Lena commanded. The hero's eyes widened in shock. "What? You're the only one allowed to be bold?" Lena asked her with a smirk.

"Your wish is my command, Ms. Luthor." Those warm fingers were back, tips just grazing her most sensitive area, not enough to quench the ache inside her.

"More, please," Lena groaned out, hand reaching around the back of the hero's neck to pull her in for a kiss. She remembered belatedly that she would have no chance of moving Supergirl, but the blonde was accommodating to her unspoken request, and rejoined their lips as she finally moved her hand just right to brush against Lena's pulsing clit. "Mmm," Lena mumbled into her mouth, mind going blissfully blank as she finally got some relief. That feeling turned to ire as Supergirl pulled away again.

"Tease," Lena complained.

"It's only teasing if you don't orgasm, otherwise it's foreplay," the hero countered.

"You talk a big game, but are you prepared to back it up, Girl of Steel?"

Supergirl didn't respond to her taunts. She was distracted by the feel and heat of Lena's desire for her as she wove her fingertips through the CEO's folds. Lena countered by biting her lip, and widening her hips to give the blonde better access.

"So eager," Supergirl remarked. Lena nodded, eyes fluttering shut when one digit slowly slid into her. Her breath shot out in a rush.

"Ohhh," Lena cried, pushing her hips forward to try to take all of her lover in. "You can do better than that," she taunted the hero. The comment must have chafed at Supergirl, because she gave a harder thrust, deep into Lena. The CEO took it in stride, groaning and grasping at the intrusion. "Better."

"You're going to get everything you want," the alien promised Lena. "But at my speed." Her thrust stopped short, turning into a languid caress.

"I thought you were faster than a speeding bullet," Lena complained.

"Faster doesn't equal better."

"When it comes to fucking me, I think it matters," Lena argued

"If you are still having a full conversation, then I'm not doing a good enough job," Supergirl agreed. On the next thrust, she used a second finger, and Lena nodded in approval, head falling backwards as she arched her back.

The next few minutes were sweet torture for the CEO. On one hand, an all powerful superhero was slowly working her towards what promised to be a shattering orgasm. On the other hand, slowly was the operative word.

"Faster," she finally begged, hands clutching the hero's cheeks tightly, their foreheads pressed together.

"I want to take my time with you, Lena Luthor. I want to see every second of you falling apart for me, watch every sensation play across that beautiful face. Tonight, I want you to be mine. Can you give me that, Lena?" Blue eyes pierced through her soul with the desire behind them.

"Yes," she groaned out, opening her eyes so the Super could see the seriousness in them. "Yes, I'm yours. Please," she begged, beyond caring that she sounded so desperate and needy.

"Then come for me, right now," the hero commanded, speeding up her motions and making Lena nearly weep in relief. When that thumb brushed over Lena's rock hard clit, she gave Supergirl exactly what she had asked for, muffling the scream that threatened to escape into that hero's shoulder. She rode the aftershocks on fluttering fingertips, mewling incoherently.

Strong arms held her through it, pressing tender, lover-like kisses against her skin. When Lena finally regained her composure, she leaned back and looked at the blonde.

"I certainly hope you intend to let me repay the favor?" She asked hopefully.

Supergirl nodded. "There are a great number of things I would like to do with you tonight, Ms. Luthor. But I'd prefer a bed, if you are up for a change of venue?"

Lena nodded enthusiastically. "My penthouse?"

"Perfect." She bent down to retrieve Lena's discarded slacks and panties, sliding them up over those shaking legs.

"Redressing me too? My, my, you are a chivalrous one."

"I wouldn't want you to get cold on the flight over there. Don't worry, I intend to take them right back off again. Clothes won't be required for what I have in mind."

"Then by all means, up up and away Supergirl," Lena responded coyly.

The trip was quick, Supergirl having employed her speed to get them there as quick as she dared with the human in her arms. She deposited Lena on her balcony, shaky legs nearly giving out on her. But the hero held fast and steadied her until she could find her feet. Lena gave her a small smile in thanks, and turned around to open the balcony door. As she stepped through it, the hero molded herself against the Luthor's shapely backside, brushing aside dark locks to plant needy kisses along her neck.

Lena gasped and moaned, all forward momentum forgotten as she got lost in the feeling of Supergirl's roving hands and lips. Lena was spurred onward eventually with a gentle nudge from the hero's hips. She kept her eyes closed as she went, which is why she was so surprised when Supergirl pressed her front up against the far wall.

"Oh, this is-"

"Shh," Supergirl shushed her. "Less talking, more fucking." Lena's pants were roughly torn open, and the blonde's finger unceremoniously pushed aside the panties, and slid into Lena's wet heat once again. This time though, there was no teasing brushes or gentle strokes. This was pure need on the part of both of them. And while this wasn't the second round Lena had expected, she couldn't deny the pure lust it filled her with. Having those powerful fingers filling her as she was pressed up against the wall, immobile. Supergirl's other hand rested on the wall above her head, and Lena reached up to cover it with her own. Supergirl nearly growled. She pulled her hand away and used it to rip open the blouse covering Lena's ample breasts, and rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Even with the bra still between them, it was pure pleasure, and Lena canted her hips backwards to get closer to the hero. Supergirl reached inside the cup, repeating the motion on Lena's bare nipple, and Lena nearly came right then.

"More, fuck, more." She requested, and Supergirl obliged. Her thrusts were bruising at this point, but Lena was beyond caring. She needed every inch of this glorious woman against her, around her, inside her. Supergirl bit her ear, not quite hard enough to break the delicate skin, but it must have been close, the sharp sting made Lena hiss, but just as quickly, the blonde was soothing it with her tongue. Whatever her reasons, Lena didn't care, because her body delighted in the rough treatment, and she came with hoarse groan.

Lena's legs were no longer supporting her, which was fine, because Supergirl was there to anchor her. Lena whimpered, and tried to turn her head to kiss the hero, but she felt herself being lifted and carried down the hall. Evidently, the blonde had decided the actually reach the bedroom this time.

She was tossed unceremoniously onto her back, and Supergirl wasted no time stripping off every article of clothing that remained on her body. The blonde looked down at her with clear want and desire across her features. She stalked up the bed on her hands and knees, pushing her hair back as she settled down on her stomach between Lena's legs, her intentions clear.

"I-I can't," Lena protested. The eyes looking back at her burned fire.

"Yes, you can. Just relax. I've been dreaming of tasting you for months now," Supergirl smoldered. Lena nearly combusted right there; the serious lust filled gaze on her, the warm hands dancing over her thighs. She would give the hero anything she wanted in that moment, if it was in her power or not, she'd figure it out. This was a small thing, so she nodded. Immediately, that smirking mouth descended on her dripping need, and Lena couldn't imagine that her spent body could take anymore, but it proved her wrong, clit hardening under the careful mouth and warm tongue of her alien lover.

The hero took her time savoring every inch of Lena, nipping, licking, sucking every fold, every dip, every valley. She grazed over that clit every time, passing glances, not enough to send Lena over the edge, but enough to work her into a frenzy of desire, of white-hot need. This continued for seconds, minutes, hours; Lena couldn't know for sure, all she knew in that moment was what she needed, and it wasn't this careful exploration.

"Goddamn it, stop teasing me," She commanded, fingers lacing into blonde locks and trying to forcefully move the hero to where she wanted her.

"No."

"No?" Lena whined. "Why the hell not?"

"Because you haven't asked nicely. Beg me, Lena Luthor. Beg Supergirl to do exactly what you want her to do with this aching pussy. And maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll show you some mercy."

Lena gasped, almost angered by the super, but realized that the blonde goddess held all the power. The power to keep going, to stop completely. Hell, the power to snap her in two like a toothpick if she wanted. The thought sent a thrill down her spine. All that power, and this beautiful girl was using it to make her cum. That gave the Luthor a power all her own. And when she thought it over again, it wasn't quite such a degrading request to ask Lena to beg.

"Please, Supergirl. Don't leave me like this, I need you. Only you can save me," Lena whispered. She could feel the blonde smirk against her skin.

"Why should I? Convince me, Lena," the hero demanded. "What makes you worth saving?"

"I'm not," Lena whimpered. "I'm not worth saving, but you save everyone, regardless of that. That's what makes you a hero. So be heroic. Don't you dare leave me like this!" Lena's tone rose in defiance.

"And how would you like me to do that, Ms. Luthor?" Supergirl asked her, lips grazing over the inside of Lena's right thigh.

"Your tongue. On my clit, please," Lena begged, more agreeable herself now that the hero seemed to be. Her pleas turned to moans as the blonde gave her what she was so desperately seeking, in the form of more pressure against her swollen nub.

"Yes," Lena nearly sobbed in relief. "More. Just... suck it, please,"

The hero seemed delighted at the continued commands, despite the fact that they were more like feverish whines at this point. She'd held off Lena's orgasm for long enough; with this in mind, she worked diligently, making the CEO's words trail off to incomprehensible moans and shrieks of delight. The blonde looked up, making eye contact as she gathered that bundle of nerves and sucked it deeply into her waiting mouth. Lena stiffened, and her eyes closed tightly, seeing stars behind her lids.

The hero brought her down with gentle strokes and murmured words against the skin of first her thighs, then her stomach, chest, neck, and finally with their foreheads against each one another, as Lena finally opened her eyes to meet the Super's.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," Supergirl said back, amused. She stroked down Lena's cheek, along her arm and lightly danced over her collarbones. She was about to dip lower when she was stopped by Lena's hand.

"Nope."

Supergirl narrowed her eyes at the blatant denial.

"You've done all the taking tonight, Supergirl. Meanwhile, I haven't even gotten a chance to see what you are hiding, or not really hiding that well, under that tight supersuit."

The hero smirked back at her. "By all means, Ms. Luthor. It clasps in the back." She unclipped the cape quickly, and dropped it next to the bed, turning around to let Lena work the closures. She brushed her blonde hair back, looking over her shoulder at Lena's gleeful expression. 'Perhaps the CEO did not think she'd allow her this?' She pondered as the material went slack, Lena's nimble fingers finding the clip and zipper at last. Keeping her back turned, she rose out of the bed gracefully, slipping the top off, and casually letting it fall from her outstretched fingertips. From the way Lena's breath hitched and her heart rate skyrocketed, the simple strip tease was having the desired effect.

She decided to keep going, bending to remove the boots, giving Lena a view of her backside in the tight black pants as she did.

"Will you help me with the rest, Ms. Luthor?" The super asked innocently, looking over her shoulder and biting her lip. Lena was there in a flash, releasing the clasp and pushing them down over strong hips to fall to the floor. Even getting to see the blonde's toned back was a treat for the CEO, and she stroked down the smooth skin and stretched up on her knees, kissing the back of the Super's neck. The blonde moaned and tilted her head, giving Lena easier access.

"There's other things I'd like to help you with," Lena whispered in her ear. Her hand trailed down the hero's collarbone, stopping at the swell of her breast and waiting. Supergirl grew impatient and covered Lena's hand with her own, dragging the palm over her aching nipple. She let out a satisfied hum when Lena curved her fingers to stroke her skin without further prompting. Her movements were tentative at first, then more sure, as she molded her naked front to Supergirl's back. The hero made a contented noise in her throat, and she relaxed against the dark haired beauty.

Lena wrapped her arms around Supergirl, tucking her face into the crook of her neck. This was quite a bit more intimate than she thought their evening would be. She never dreamed from the way their encounter had begun that the blonde would allow her the luxury of a languid embrace. After several long minutes, Supergirl turned in her arms and kissed her slowly. Lena was in pure heaven, fingers weaving themselves into those blonde locks and drawing happy moans from her.

The hero gripped her hips without breaking their kiss, and Lena wrapped her legs around her waist, delighted in the easy strength of her partner. Crawling on her knees, she brought them to the center of the bed, laying Lena down with reverence. The CEO tapped her chest and shook her head.

"Not uh, you lay down Supergirl."

The hero raised one eyebrow and her lip twitched upwards, but she did as Lena asked her, letting the tips of her fingers glide over the smooth skin of Lena's thighs as the woman swung her leg over, straddling her. Lena looked down at her expectant face for a few moments, then grinned and reached over to the nightstand. Supergirl's eyes widened, waiting to see what she came back with, but ended up laughing out loud when Lena settled back, grinning as she pulled her hair back with the elastic she'd retrieved.

"Expecting something else?" She asked idly, biting her lip.

"I'm never sure what to expect with you," Supergirl retorted.

"Says the woman who showed up out of the blue to seduce me. Now shhh. I'm busy."

Lena leaned down over her and kissed her deeply, hands on either side of the hero's head, holding herself up. Supergirl's hands were not idle, sliding up her torso, running along her sides, grazing her back. Lena almost allowed herself to get distracted by the erotic feel, but her needs had been sated, and she was dying to find out just how Supergirl's face would look coming apart for her. Because of her. She trailed the kiss down that chiseled jawline, the leonine length of her sun kissed neck. When her exploration reached the Super's chest, she spent long minutes paying homage to the pert breasts, smaller than her own, but lean, the perfect complement to those kissable muscles.

Supergirl writhed below her, seeking friction she couldn't attain due to their positions. Lena decided that the blonde had spent enough time teasing her, and turnabout was fair play, so she leaned back in to kiss down those abs. Those abs. She moaned out loud as they rippled underneath her hands and lips. Lena couldn't help it. So many of her fantasies revolved around that very feature of her favorite Superhero, and here she was, in touching distance? She almost let out a squeal of delight she was certain wouldn't be dignified given the situation. She'd have to save her fangirling for the next day when she was alone.

Supergirl's eyes pleaded with her as she looked up, and she realized it had been too much teasing for the worked up woman.

Lena moved down further, placing a kiss against the super's sex. The blonde's hips canted towards her seeking mouth, and Lena rested a hand against those spectacular abs as a reminder that she was a fragile human, and immediately Supergirl settled back down, reaching a hand down to lace her fingers with Lena's.

The dark haired beauty squeezed those fingers tightly as she dragged the flat of her tongue across overheated skin. Supergirl was moaning and biting her lip, clearly forcing herself to remain still, in deference to Lena's human limitations. Lena nearly moaned herself when her tongue slipped inside the tight ring of muscles, and found the blonde soaked and swollen with need. Despite her intentions to take it slow, the velvet feel was addicting, and she lost sense of speed and rhythm, nearly devouring the super with her tongue and lips. When Lena made contact with her needy clit, the blonde forgot herself entirely, and her hand crushed the metal headboard like it was made of tissue paper, as she came with guttural yell. Lena didn't even give it a glance. A headboard she could replace, so long as this angel managed to avoid crushing her like that, a little home destruction was perfectly fine as collateral damage. The CEO took her time after that, gentle kisses and sucks drawing her lover down from the high. When she was completely relaxed below her, Lena worked her way back up the satiated body.

She grinned down at the superhero as those blue eyes opened again, stroking the flushed skin of her cheek. "I didn't know you could sweat," she teased. The blonde narrowed her eyes threateningly. She'd show her Luthor who was boss.

Supergirl growled low in her throat and rolled them over, hovering over the Luthor in a predatory manner. She jogged her hips experimentally, finding their centers in near perfect alignment, and Lena gasped and chased the feeling as Supergirl pulled away slightly. "Liked that?" The blonde asked her with a smirk. Lena nodded emphatically. "Good. Me too." With a raised eyebrow, she repeated the motion, watching the play of sensations across Lena's face. She couldn't stop herself from rocking a little faster, getting lost in the feeling of Lena's smooth skin and wetness against her own. This was pure heaven. Rao himself had molded this exquisite woman; that was the only way to describe how perfectly they fit together. They'd both been so worked up that night that it didn't take much. Kara was shuddering above Lena, but she was determined to bring the other woman over the edge with her. She rested one hand on Lena's chest, feeling the fast beat and her sharp breaths.

She ground down a little harder, and the extra friction finally set Lena off. Supergirl followed immediately after, groaning and going slack. She rolled away from the CEO, not wanting to collapse on top of the spent woman, and drew her closer with a contented sigh.

Sleep took Lena over, her exhaustion plowing into her at their last shared orgasm, and she nestled in, secure in arms of steel that held her tight.

The next day found Lena back at L-Corp, in her office instead of the lab this time. As much as she wanted to spend every day working on her projects, today she had some unavoidable meetings and proposals to run through. Try as she might to focus on her tasks at hand, her thoughts continually returned to her night with Supergirl.

A blush rose over her cheeks, thinking about the passion and possessiveness with which the hero had claimed her the night before. With any other lover, Lena would have found it cloying and brutish, but under every action she could feel an undercurrent of genuine care and concern.

'And dare I say it, love,' she mused internally, sighing and rubbing her forehead where an impressive headache was threatening to emerge. Lack of sleep and her missed meals from yesterday were starting to catch up with her, but despite it, she could not keep a small smile off her face. 'Supergirl, indeed.'

Jess' voice came crackling over the intercom. "Ms. Danvers to see you."

"Send her in," Lena replied instantly. A visit from her best friend. How timely. Maybe Kara could help her sort out some feelings from the previous night's escapades.

"I'm so glad you're here," Lena said sincerely, rising from her chair as Kara entered and closed the door shut behind her.

Kara didn't reply, didn't give her so much as a hint of a smile, her usually perky demeanor subdued.

"Kara? What's wrong?" Lena asked, alarmed. She motioned to the couch, but Kara shook her head gravely.

"No. I can't sit down. I-I can't stay long I just w-wanted-" Her stuttering voice cracked. She looked over at Lena, eyes falling down to her neck. "You're hurt."

Lena's brow furrowed in confusion. She pulled out her cell phone, using the camera to look at whatever Kara was seeing. A love bite she hadn't realized was there. Faint, but fairly obvious. Lena groaned.

"I wish you'd have come earlier and pointed that out. I already interviewed a potential new project lead and had a board meeting. Damn," Lena lamented, looking at it with a blush.

"No, not that," Kara said, sounding agitated. Lena looked again, and realized she had the imprint of four fingertips bruised on her collarbone where Supergirl had gripped a bit too hard. Lena touched them gently, reminded of just when she must have gotten them, and grinned.

"Yes, I had quite the unexpected night," Lena informed her, eager to tell her friend. She was dying to tell someone, although she hesitated to say anything at all, not wanting to disturb Supergirl's privacy. But Kara was a safe choice; she was friends with the caped hero as well. "Supergirl paid me a visit. A very... sexy visit," Lena confided with a blush.

"I'm so sorry," Kara replied quietly, eyes filling with tears.

"What are you sorry about?" Lena asked, alarmed by the subject change.

"For hurting you. I never meant to ever cause you pain."

Lena tilted her head. "I'm not exactly sure what you mean, Kara. You haven't hurt me. Like in any way possible. Why would you think that?"

Kara hung her head in shame. "I did. And I ruined our friendship. I shouldn't even have come here, I should leave you alone, but I just can't. Not without trying to explain it so you understand."

"I don't understand. Is this about some article? Did Snapper make you write something negative? I hadn't checked the papers, but Kara, whatever it is, it won't ruin our friendship," Lena promised her quickly.

"No, it's..." Kara couldn't think of a better way to explain. She let her hair down from its ponytail, and started to unbutton her shirt.

Lena froze. Was she about to be propositioned by a second woman in two days? She was not prepared for her only friend to suddenly show up at her office and disrobe. Then again, she hadn't been prepared for Supergirl to do the same, and look how that turned out. She decided to let the moment play out.

When the blue top underneath peeked through, Kara pulled off her glasses, shattering the disguise. Lena was stunned.

"Whoa," Lena said, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "I did not see that coming."

Kara seemed like she had been expecting this reaction, and slid her glasses back on her face. "I'll go now. I am so sorry." She backed away looking down. Lena stopped her with the most commanding voice Kara had ever heard the CEO use.

"Hold on. You are not going anywhere."

"I came to apologize for what I did last night, to beg for forgiveness, but I don't deserve it. I lied to you about who I was for too long, and last night was completely inappropriate."

Lena was still reeling from the sudden reveal. Kara. Supergirl. It was almost too much for her mind to process. The same woman who was a wanton sex goddess just a few hours before, was her very own shy reporter best friend? She couldn't imagine 'Sunny' Danvers punching a criminal, or stopping a rogue alien, but here she was, right in front of her in that blue and red suit. 'Wait,' Lena thought. 'Blue and red?'

"What happened to the black suit?"

Kara rubbed her forehead, as if suffering from some sudden pain. "That was from the Red-K. It affects me, makes me do things I wouldn't otherwise."

Lena's heart crashed through her feet. "You were... drugged? Last night?"

"In a manner of speaking. Red Kryptonite... takes away all my self-control. I say everything I think, no matter how rude or mean. I do... things... I normally would not."

"So last night, with me-?" Lena asked, tears threatening to emerge.

Kara looked at the floor near Lena's feet. "I couldn't stop myself on the Red-K."

"But you wanted to. Stop yourself, I mean. You didn't want...?"

"I never wanted to ruin our friendship by forcing myself on you!" Kara said passionately. "You have to believe me, Lena, if I was in my right mind, I couldn't have, wouldn't have..."

"Forced yourself on me?" Lena asked. "Is that how you see last night?"

"Of course. I remember everything. I broke into your lab, practically tackled you on the table. You deserve so much better than me. Than that." Kara was crying now, her arms crossed in front of her while she tried to hold it together.

"Really?" Lena asked, corner of her lips twitching. "Because I remember an incredibly sexy woman showing up, seducing me, a very willing participant, I might add, and asking permission before she would even kiss me."

"Well, that doesn't excuse my actions." Kara seemed to be on the verge of bolting out the door. Her eyes darted between Lena and the balcony.

"Oh, no," Lena warned her. "Don't even try it. You did enough running this morning when you left me asleep."

"Yet another thing I screwed up. I told Snapper off. My boss. I'll be lucky if I still have a job. And I broke a guy's arm."

"What guy?"

"A thief trying to rob a convenience store."

"Sounds like he deserved it," Lena pointed out.

"No one deserves to be hurt by me. Least of all you," Kara said sadly, looking again at her neck.

"I won't deny that I'm a little sore from last night, but I'm certainly not hurt," Lena promised. "Kara, you were a passionate, considerate lover. You didn't hurt me, and you definitely did not do anything that you need to apologize for. Although, I feel like I should apologize to you."

"What? Why?" Kara asked her, confused.

"Because I don't know Supergirl that well, but I could still tell something was off. You got poisoned, couldn't control your actions, and I enabled something that you didn't want. That's tantamount to rape," Lena grimaced. "I should have stopped you before something happened that you would regret."

"No, Lena, absolutely not! The Kryptonite doesn't make me do anything that I don't already want to. It brings my most repressed feelings and wants to the surface. All the feelings I try not to feel, the anger I have from my childhood, my fears about not being enough, and the desire I try so hard to bury for you."

Lena blinked. And blinked again. "Why would you try to hide that?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Because you're amazing, Lee. You are driven, and a genius, and gorgeous, and I'm... just me. A displaced alien with no social status on this planet. Out of place and awkward. And torn in too many directions, between work, and saving the city, and Alex, and everything. I'm a mess."

"No, you aren't," Lena assured her. "You are just as driven. To prove yourself at work, to protect those you love, and even those you don't know. You might not have been born here on Earth, but you aren't out of place, Kara." Lena had to physically stop herself from running up to Kara at this point. How could that beautiful, powerful woman be so clueless about her own brilliance?

"That's what you see? When you look at me?" Kara asked hesitantly. Lena nodded and gave her a small smile.

"Why didn't you tell me? About who you were, I mean," Lena asked just as hesitantly, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"At first, I wanted to protect you. It's dangerous, it can be anyway, if anyone knew that you knew. But even after it became apparent that you were going to get yourself into plenty of trouble on your own, I still didn't tell you. Because you liked Kara Danvers. Not Supergirl. You saw me, and you said I was your hero. It... it felt like... amazing. Like I could fly even without my powers. And I liked that feeling. A little too much, I guess," Kara said sheepishly. "I tried to tell you so many times, and then I would chicken out. What if you didn't like me after you knew?"

"That would never happen," Lena promised. "There's nothing you could tell me that would make me not like you."

"Really?"

"Really. I've thought you were amazing since the day I met you, Kara."

"Funny, that's the same thing I thought about you," Kara shot back. "Which kind of leads into something I wanted to ask you, about last night."

"What?" Lena asked.

"Bear with me, because I'm going to blush and stutter my way through this," Kara admitted.

"By all means," Lena smirked.

"Last night, when we were, you know, you said that you didn't deserve to be saved. I want to know why you would say that. It didn't sound like a-a just in the moment role-play kind of statement."

"Its the truth. I don't deserve it." Lena said blithely.

"You who makes inventions to help people. The woman who donated nearly a billion dollars last year to lifesaving research. You don't think you deserve to be saved? Maybe you think I don't know about the anonymous donations to the soup kitchens and homeless shelters. Or those prosthetics you developed that can be made in easily in third world countries? But I'm a good reporter, and I'm CatCo's Lena Luthor expert. And I'm your number one fan. You are my hero, Lena."

Lena gave her a full blown smile.

"Well aren't we a pair?"

"A pair of something, that's for sure." Kara let out a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding in. "So we're ok?" she asked after a moment.

"There is one thing," Lena said matter-of-factly. "That I'm still pretty mad about."

"What is it, Lee?"

Lena finally strode closer with purpose. "I woke up this morning, from the best and most unexpected night of my life, and I didn't even get a good morning kiss. Let alone breakfast," she complained with a sly wink.

Kara looked alarmed. "Oh, man, I was at the DEO getting treated and having the Red-K purged from my... Best night of your life?" Kara asked, realizing what Lena had said.

"Yeah, the best."

"You wanted me to kiss you good morning?" Kara added, still clearly dazed.

Lena smiled. She glanced up at the wall clock. "Seems like it's still morning for a few minutes more," she noted, making Kara swallow and follow her gaze.

"Yeah, it's still before noon."

"So?"

"Yes?" Kara gulped.

"Am I going to going to get that kiss, Supergirl? Or was all that confidence from last night chemically induced?"

Kara straightened to her full height. She pulled her glasses off. "Well since all the Red-K is out of my system, I'm afraid my lack of inhibition has gone too."

"Pity," Lena said seriously.

"I guess I'll have to dig deep, and tap into Kara Zor-El's self-confidence instead."

"Zor-El?" Lena smiled at the name. "Kara Zor-El?"

"Yes, the name I was given on Krypton. The House of El, a powerful and proud lineage," she explained, leaving her glasses on the low table as she got closer to Lena. Her steps were measured and sure. "One of the last royal houses in Argo City."

"Sounds like you're quite the catch, Ms. Zor-El."

"Some wouldn't think so."

"I'm not some people."

"No, you aren't. You're extraordinary, Lena," Kara said seriously, now right in front of the dark haired beauty. She reached one hand up to cup her chin, eyes not straying from Lena's. She waited a beat, seeing the depth of Lena's wants reflected back through their gaze. Lena's tongue shot out unconsciously, moistening her lips as her eyes dipped down and back up. Lena really wanted this. Wanted her. Who was Kara to deny her what she wanted? What they both wanted, really.

She let her nervousness and fear of what tomorrow might bring fade away and she crossed the remaining distance and fused their lips together. Lena let out a nearly inaudible sigh at the contact, letting her hands get lost in the blonde tresses as she sought to keep Kara from moving away ever again. As if she could pry herself away from the youngest Luthor. As if she'd want to.

They didn't part until Jess opened the door to find them making out like teenagers in the middle of Lena's office. "Ms. Luthor, wanted to remind you about your meeting- OH! Apologies, sorry," she scrambled back out of the door and it clicked shut behind her. Kara giggled, unable to stop herself at the image of Jess nearly dropping her tablet. The woman must have been six shades of red. Lena grinned back at her indulgently.

"I suppose I should let you get back to work," Kara said sadly.

"I have a few more meetings I can't reschedule, but are you free tonight? I'd like to take you to dinner. A proper date," Lena specified.

Kara's heart soared. "I'd like that."

"Good." Lena leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. "I hope Jess isn't still stuttering out there."

Kara grinned at her as she retrieved her glasses. "I'll calm her down." She walked backwards to the door, wanting to look at Lena as long as possible.

"Careful, you'll roll an ankle like that," Lena warned.

Kara scoffed. "Please. I'd break your floor before I broke a bone. But, point taken. I'll see you later, Ms. Luthor."

Lena's smile was wide and bright, and she bit her lip. That was the last image Kara saw of her as she let the door shut between them. She shot Jess a grin, not that she'd seen, huddled behind her computer screen a brilliant shade a of red. "Ms. Luthor is free now," she called over, drawing the girl's attention. "Have a great afternoon."

"You too, Ms. Danvers," she squeaked out.

"Kara, call me Kara, Jess," she retorted from the elevator.

"Yes, Ms. Danvers."

Kara rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the waves of happiness bubbling up in her. She had a date. An official date. With Lena Luthor, the woman she was sure she was in love with.