What Happens in Vegas...(ends up in London?)

Chapter Thirteen

Warmth tingles at her face, silently asking her to greet the morning sun. She stretches, a smile instantly blossoming into her cheeks when she feels a comforting weight upon her chest. She groans, a happy little noise as she wraps her arms around Lena and pulls her impossibly close. This gorgeous specimen moans, thrusting her nakedness against Kara's equally bare body.

"Finally," Kara's groggy voice murmurs, "I get to wake up with you."

Lena hums, pressing a lazy kiss to her chest as she cuddles even closer. "It is nice, isn't it?"

It's more than nice in Kara's eyes, it's a feeling greater than the best and it makes her want to propose all over again. She's well aware that the first physical attraction has been slowly morphing into feelings but this, whatever she's feeling right now, that makes her chest feel warm while her stomach flutters with excitement and her toes wiggle with anticipation...well, this she wasn't expecting to feel. At least not this early on.

"And I get two more days in a row of this," Kara playfully says, pivoting until she's on her side.

Her heart leaps in her chest, desperately wanting to reach out and connect with this beautiful woman before her. The morning sun is glowing against Lena's pale complexion, her lips slightly swollen from last night and her hair completely wild from their activities and she feels that strong pull of emotion all over again.

Without realizing, her fingertips lightly brush the falling wisps of ebony out of her wife's face before they trace a define jawline. She slowly reaches her chin, her thumb absentmindedly caressing like she's attempting to soothe her. She can feel the heavy weight of those curious green eyes on her, wordlessly questioning Kara's motives but she ignores her and proceeds. Sweeping her thumb a little further up until she is lightly following the path of the most perfect set of lips. She can't even believe how real they are, they are so perfect that she swears nobody could ever paint or sculpt a better pair. Gently, because she's kind of in awe right now, she runs her thumb across a puffy bottom lip and then delicately presses her mouth to continue with her study.

Lena seems hesitant at first, like she doesn't trust why Kara was inspecting her so closely but that doesn't deter Kara. She rests her hand against Lena's cheek, very slowly dragging her lips like maybe she can memorize every indent, every curve, the satin feel of her wife's mouth. When she opens her mouth, Lena's mouth obediently follows the silent command, parting her lips as well so a velvety tongue can dip inside.

Kara's heart is pounding, harder and faster than someone trying to outrun a monster. It's a simple kiss, lazy and full of hesitancy and she's never felt such a strong connection to a lover. Her mind whispers, not even Mike, and this urgency to cry bubbles deep within her.

And the truth is, she's not sure if the tears and the feelings are because she now knows wholeheartedly that what she had with Mike wasn't love. At first it was but not anymore. It was desperation, an obsession to feel wanted, to be loved, and included. All she ever wanted was to be accepted and when Mike offered her that, she clung to it, no matter how wrong they were together.

Or maybe her tears are happiness, maybe she finally feels complete and full. Maybe for the first time in a very long time, she's experiencing the taste of love again. But it's too soon and she can't let her guard down so quickly for the first person who offers her a little affection.

Very slowly, she ends the kiss, even if Lena is chasing her mouth for more.

"I love how warm you are," Lena hums, squirming closer until a leg is slipping between Kara's.

"This room really gets all of the morning sun, huh?"

Lena agrees with another vibrating sound in the back of her throat. "When do we have to meet your sister for breakfast?"