Supercorp- One shots

"Please"

A slight bite of wind came sweeping into the bedroom, and with it came the inevitable swell of warmth in Lena's chest. "Darling," she addressed the flutter of cape and heavy footfalls behind her, but when she turned to grace her visitor with a growing smile, the sight that greeted her back stopped her cold.

Supergirl had come to see her, a familiar enough occurrence, but the jagged red spiderwebbing across her countenance and the complete lack of Kara Danvers in the darkened blue gaze made for an entirely new experience.

"Oh my God, Kara, what happened?" Lena rushed forward despite her misgivings, the desire to reaffirm her beloved's solid presence more natural to her than self-preservation. A grip of chilled steel took hold of her throat. Gasp swiftly stifled, Lena clawed at the hand pressed so firmly against her hastening pulse. All to no avail. "Kara, what—"

"No," said Supergirl with Kara's voice in a tone that Kara Danvers never could have used with Lena. "Not. Kara." Her grin was broken up by the streaks of red, resurfacing to run even deeper along her handsome face.

Lena never stood a chance. Not when she was struggling against the ardent intentions of a bona fide god, a being of celestial means who was now pressing Lena down into her own bed.

"Kara, wait," Lena panted out. At this point, her panicked efforts to break Supergirl's grip had done little more than leave scratches on her own neck. She clasped onto Supergirl's wrist instead, tugging at it in an equally futile gesture. "No, Kara, please."

"I like hearing you beg," Supergirl said, her grin crooked as she straddled Lena's hips. "And for the record, she does too."

She tore at Lena's shirt with an artless snap of the wrist, reducing the garment into frayed strips of satin. Lena couldn't help the shiver when the cold hit her bare chest, nor stifle a tiny whimper when Supergirl's eyes darkened at the view. It brought a warm flush to her cheeks, realizing that her nipples must be stiffening without her consent under that hungry scrutiny.

"Dirty girl. Not wearing anything underneath your clothes." Supergirl pressed Lena into the mattress more firmly by the throat, the fingertips of her other hand skating down Lena's chest in a light caress. "Almost like you wanted this."

Lena wanted to protest, but any earnest effort to do so unraveled into a simple whine when Supergirl started kissing down her chest. An actual moan was wrenched free when a warm tongue passed over a nipple. Supergirl worked slow, even lazily, lavishing Lena's chest with a gratifying attention, every languid swipe of her tongue echoed between Lena's legs in slight sensation.

Nothing could have stopped Lena from crying out when teeth grazed around her sensitive peak for the first time, nor kept her hips from jumping when Supergirl started to suck.

"Rao, you feel so good, just squirming under me," Supergirl said, voice suddenly heavy and harsh. "Got me so hard, so fucking quick."

There's a slight rustle and a metallic clink, a familiar combination that sharply refocused Lena's scattered attention. She tried to scramble away, a whimper clawing up her throat as the grip around it tightened. Supergirl recognized Lena's struggles with soft shushing sounds, kissing Lena's hair even as she continued to fumble with her own belt.

"No, Kara—" Lena froze when Supergirl growled down at her. She swallowed hard before continuing, "Supergirl. Please... Don't do this."

"And you're sure you don't want this?" Supergirl dragged her hand up the inside of Lena's leg, pausing just under the hem of her pyjamas shorts. "Are you wearing underwear?" Lena didn't answer, eyes squeezing shut, and Supergirl's tone was already triumphant. "How's this? If you are wearing underwear, I'll stop everything and let you go."