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Triggered

Kara is triggered. She is triggered by the smallest of things all the time. This time, Kara is triggered by the way Lena is eating her yogurt at the kitchen island. She wonders if the billionaire does it on purpose, just to get her all hot and bothered. Blue eyes stay fixed on how she flips the spoon backwards to lick the yogurt off like a lollipop. Lena always 'claims' that she eats it that way to preserve her flawless lipstick, but Kara swears that she does it just to torment anyone with eyes.

Lena is absolutely clueless of her girlfriend's attention as she eats her yogurt and reads the news. Her brows furrow at the tiny article hidden deep in the paper that really should be making the headlines. She's so deep in thought that she is eating her breakfast slower than usual, and she doesn't even really taste it. Lena just knows that Kara will lecture her if she skips meals, claiming that 'missing breakfast should a be a crime.' The CEO shifts her weight to one leg. Her knee bends as she mindlessly swivels one leg on the ball of her foot. Lena always has to fidget when she's focused.

Kara is struggling to contain herself because now Lena's hip is popped, and she looks so adorable when she's so fixated. The blonde's eyes graze up from that cute foot to the defined calf up that pale thigh to the point that it disappears in Kara's oversize NCU tee. When she pays special attention, she can see the light marks that her fingers left the night before. To see Lena in her clothes bearing her marks, it's tapping into something so primal for Kara. She lets out a slow and controlled breath, desperately trying to just let Lena exist without pawing at her.

Lena feels the bun on the top of her head tipping. She puts the spoon back into the yogurt cup and reaches up to pull it back towards center. She drags her hand down her hair to rest on her chin as she leans against the table top with her elbows. She taps her lips with her pinky finger as she reads more of the article. Her brows pinch as she digests the new information she reads.

Kara suppresses a moan while watching her girlfriend. She's now convinced that Lena is teasing her on purpose. When she reaches up to toy with her hair, the shirt rides up further, giving Kara a better view of even more pale, soft skin. Then, she has the audacity to lean over on the counter, making that NCU tee barely cover that perfectly squeezable, bitable, full ass. And the smallest finger (that finger that Lena just loves to brag having Kara wrapped around) is toying with those plump lips. Kara practically whimpers as she quietly and softly stalks over to Lena. She sneaks up behind her and hovers, looking up and down that curvy body that tries - and fails - to hide behind her baggy shirt.

Lena smirks to herself when she feels strong hands grip her waist. She lets out a contented sigh as she stands up straight and puts down the yogurt. She smiles when she feels those hands drag their way to crisscross over her stomach. She leans back fully into the hard muscle Kara works so hard to maintain. As she turns to look over her shoulder, she feels Kara's soft lips on her neck. She chuckles slightly when it turns into little nips and nibbles.

"Mmmm. What's got you so worked up this morning?" Lena husks. She wraps her arms on top of Kara's, rubbing them gently.

Kara takes a brief break to mutter against that delectable skin, "You."

Lena chuckles, "Sweet talker. You always say that."

The blonde forces those little laughs to turn into a low moan by latching onto that one specific spot that always jumpstarts her girlfriend's libido.

"Not. Fair," Lena groans.

Kara smirks, "All is fair."

"I regret teaching you that quote."

Kara's hands run down Lena's stomach to her thighs. She rubs slowly up and down, raising the tee up with each pass. She keeps kissing and licking and nipping at her neck. The little noises Lena makes are her favorite sounds. She switches sides when she starts to mutter the true answer between each kiss.