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

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Kara, I-"

Kara shakes her head, her lips moving too fast to speak as she takes Lena's hand and guides her to stand from the couch. She is about to drag the woman toward the bedroom but Lena takes control, deepening the kiss, her tongue probing like she's claiming ownership while she ushers Kara out of the living room.

They make it to the hall before Lena becomes too desperate and slams Kara against the wall. Kara releases a shuddering breath against red painted lips while determined fingers unfasten the buttons on her blazer. She latches onto Lena's cheeks, pulling her in closer as the kiss becomes more frantic and urgent, needing to declare their love for one another this very second.

Lena whimpers into the kiss, roughly shoving the jacket off strong shoulders. "I love you so much," she professes, swallowing the moan that slips out of Kara's mouth without her permission.

Kara's fingers leap to the zipper running down Lena's back and yanks it down without much care, inspiring the brunette to press her body further into Kara's. In a haste, she tugs the dress all the way down Lena's body until it's over her thick bottom and tumbling all on its own to her ankles. Kara immediately gropes a naked bottom and forces that flesh against her body.

Lena groans her approval, her fingers moving quickly to release the many buttons down Kara's white blouse. Their lips move in sync, desperate and urgent as Lena yanks the blouse down well-defined shoulders and Kara shimmies to help free herself. Swollen lips disappear, traveling down to kiss the swell of exposed breast above a white lace bra, motivating Kara to sink her nails into Lena's bottom and thrust her even closer.

Lena bites down on the top of Kara's breast while her fingers work to free Kara from her jeans. And tonight, there aren't any words spoken, just heavy pants wordlessly begging for more, accompanied by desperate kisses and articles of clothing being removed.

Kara abruptly spins them around when her pants are around her ankles. Lena appears mildly concerned for a split second when Kara's mouth disappears but it's only so she can kick away her pants. And then she's surging forward again, bruising their lips as she shoves her tongue into Lena's awaiting mouth. Kara palms a milky white thigh, then guides that leg to wrap around her waist. When she feels the heat emitting from the woman trapped against the wall, she exhales a dirty moan and deepens the kiss even further.

The kiss becomes messy and sloppy but she doesn't care, she needs to be closer to this woman.

She urges Lena's other leg to curl around her waist and then she slams Lena into the wall and bites down on her bottom lip. The brunette mewls, clawing at every inch of Kara that she can get her hands on. That's when Kara lifts Lena away from the wall and carries her into the bedroom.

The room is dark but the curtains are open this evening and the lights glowing for London dimly light up the space. Kara easily finds her way through the room, her heart aching knowing this was never meant to be her room with Lena. She shoves that thought aside and gently lays the woman down on their bed.

A bed that was meant for another.

She swallows down those emotions and focuses on removing the black thong beneath her. Except, her movements are slow now, the exact opposite of what happened in the hallway and her partner notices right away. When Lena is completely naked, Kara sluggishly removes her own bra and underwear, hopelessly trying to ignore the sudden mood change.

"Kara," Lena softly mutters, cupping her cheeks and demanding all of her attention. When ocean blue irises meet soaked green, Lena whispers, "I love you. I want you and only you."

Sadly, Kara can't find the courage to say anything back, so she slowly dips down and gently brushes her lips against Lena's. As her body gradually rests on top of her lover's, they both shiver from the intimate contact.