Giant

Chapter 6: Surrender

We drifted to survive 
I needed you to stay 
But I let you drift away 
My love where are you?

It just happened, the flurry of it.

Kara never meant for that to happen, and she surely hadn’t counted on Lena reciprocating so eagerly. She never let herself even imagine a world in which that was a fathomable thought. But she ended up holding her against the fridge, and she left a handprint in the door because she was wound so tightly, she couldn’t figure out how to let go. She couldn’t remember ever not being able to control herself. And then Lena Luthor existed.

The noises were too much, were so encompassing that Kara couldn’t hear anything else in the world. Just Lena moaning, just Lena pleading, just Lena saying tiny promises and pleas and prayers. And Kara wanted nothing else in the universe other than to only hear that for the rest of her life. She wanted to feel nothing other than Lena grinding into her own hand, to feel her chest pressing against her, to feel nails digging into her neck and back, to feel clenching and begging and the pure wild, filthy kind of thing that she never knew Lena to be but always surely prayed to every god she would be.

Heaving and breathing, Lena groaned in complaint as her support took back her own fingers. Her forehead drooped toward Kara’s shoulder where it rooted around, perplexed as to how this was where she was now, unable to form many coherent thoughts other than how, why, and who cares.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t come over for…”

“I know,” Lena nodded, shoulders drawing large to catch her breath. “That was a lot better than the yelling. Very unexpected, too.”

“Very,” Kara nodded.

“Not in a bad way.”

“No?” she quirked her eyebrow and blushed at the admission from the rather flustered and relaxed girl who made delicious noises when she was being–

“Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Breathless and still tingling, Lena pushed her messy hair from her own face and closed her eyes again, because looking at Kara was just too much of a distraction in all honesty.

They just.

In her.

Right against the.

Her friend.

Estranged.

She.

She did that.

With her.

Lena gulped and tried to keep her head from swirling, to hold on tightly to that high despite such nagging thoughts.

“I think I’ve always wanted to be someone who could throw someone against a wall and make them… you know.” It was almost infuriating for someone to be so damn… so damn… sexy and bashful at the same time.

“Congratulations on achieving that,” Lena chuckled and finally lifted her head. Kara stared back at her, furrowed and confused and completely obsessed.

For a long beat, before she fully relaxed her grip, before Lena remembered that she had legs and that perhaps Kara would put her down eventually, she toyed with the fabric of Kara’s collar, ran her thumb along her chest. It was tiny and it was hers.

“What did we just do, Lena?” the hero sighed, worry lacing her words.

“Don’t– Just… Stop thinking.” Her hands moved to Kara’s cheeks. To her jaw. Lena’s eyes moved to Kara’s lips and she felt a palm grip her hip a bit tighter. “I just want to…”