SuperFamily One-Shots

Solita*

Asterisk means that there are no powers as follows and this is slightly mature.

Ooh, I got the keys, baby
Yeah, ride with me, baby (it's PRETTYMUCH)

Lena dangled her Ferrari keys by the ring from her index finger when Kara pressed her up against the back of the door, biting her lip down in a grin. "Want to go for a ride?"

"I definitely want more than that," she growled as they could both feel the heat between them.

Down the street, Alex was making out with Sam, leaned slightly back against her own sleek ride of her motorcycle. She moaned when Sam thumbed the trace of her jawline where she was gripping the lapels of her leather jacket, grinning mischievously when she pulled back.

"I know a way to get you more energized."

"After from being in a club for a good—" Sam checks her watch with a flick of her watch "—two, almost three hours, you want more energy?"

"Hey, if it's to do what we're doing," Alex kissed her softly this time, biting down on her lower lip to tease her when she pulled back with a moan, "then we're going to need it." She holds up her motorcycle keys with an evil grin, raising her eyebrows at Sam's inquisitive look.

The bigger they be, baby (yuh, yuh, yuh)
They ain't richer than me, baby

Kara was entranced by the two, maybe five seconds she saw of the penthouse before Lena was on her, pushing her back into the door and closing it that way. "Penthouse looks amazing."

"Wait 'till you see the bedroom," Lena husked, immediately reciprocating her hot, needy kiss, jumping up on her waist when the blonde's hands groped her ass then her thighs, securing their grip there as she held her, finding the way to the kitchen counter before the actual bedroom was found.

Hola, mami (hola)

You got me losing focus (yeah!)

When Lena first saw Kara in the middle of a club, she thought she was dreaming. She and Sam decided they needed a night out after winning a tremendous battle with Edge Tech, so Sam called the sitter, and with a little bit more makeup touch-ups, they were out at one of the local clubs. 

And of course, the first woman she saw, she was definitely attracted to her.

The woman was at the bar and had short, wavy blonde hair that stood up, probably thanks to some hair gel. The messy, yet attractive look went devilishly well with her button-up that had the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, frayed jeans, and black-framed glasses perched on her nose. She thought she looked a bit familiar, but couldn't put her finger on it.

When she looked back at Sam, her eyes were somewhere else amongst the flashes of club lights around the room. "You okay?" she asked loudly over the music.

"There's a hot redhead at your twelve," she said in her ear, bending down a bit to look in her direction. Said woman had an asymmetrical burgundy hair cut, wore a white shirt tied in the front, a red and black flannel wrapped around her waist, black pants and combat boots, and a leather jacket on top to finish the look. She was talking with some friends at a booth, laughing at what one of them said.

"All girls." Lena took note of what her friend said with an eye-roll, leading her friend to the bar, near where the blonde was. Now that she was closer and a bit quieter as they were farther away from the music and dance floor, she could see that the button up was tight around her biceps and God she was drooling already.