Lena's been having some pretty intense dreams lately, and when her heat rejects James, she almost misses the obvious solution until it's too late. (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)
Lena's having a sex dream.
She comes into dream-awareness vaguely, as she always does, and without much control. Lucid dreaming has never been something she's mastered, so she usually just observes and enjoys the ride.
And right now, she's the one being ridden.
It's James on top of her. She can see his kind, inoffensive face wrinkled in pleasure, groaning. It's not very exciting, even in dream form, but it's nice . Placid, comfortable. Expected. Something her mother would approve of...although she really doesn't want Lillian showing up now. Even in dreams.
She knows this a dream, because James is no longer her boyfriend. But it's not bothersome-she sometimes has dreams about Jack, still. In her dream, she relaxes, and pats the thrusting weight of James on top of her, casually. Nice, gentle James. He doesn't go too hard. He never scares her. He's also never made her come, but that's fine. Lena can manage that on her own.
She manages most things on her own.
But it's not James when she looks again, and the accompanying guilty thrill that goes through her is almost enough to wake her up. It's not James on top of her anymore, doing his level best. It's Kara .
Kara, fucking the absolute soul out of her body.
Panting, puffing, thick and full inside her, pulling her legs up and apart. Kara . Kara's weight, bearing her down to the bed. Kara's enraptured, pleasure-stricken face, biting her lip as she looks down at Lena in the same way she looks at a particularly delectable box of donuts. Kara's hips, speeding up and driving between her spread-open legs like a piston.
Kara's cock, erupting in hot, thick spurts inside her.
Lena cries out in shock and comes .
Suddenly, she's waking violently in a tangle of sweaty sheets and gasping, lingering orgasm. The dream is still fierce and fresh in her memory. She's never allowed herself to think about Kara like this in daylight, but under the cover of darkness, she will occasionally stray. This is one of those 'straying moments'.
She bites her lip, closes her eyes. Her hips are still twitching, and her cunt is raw and wet under her seeking fingers. She can almost still feel Kara inside her, thrusting away. She can still see the way her dream's version of Kara wrinkles her forehead when she comes. And the way her arms twitch with restrained power.
Lena takes herself to two furtive, frantic orgasms before she wakes enough to be ashamed of herself.
She cleans herself up in the bathroom, takes a steadying sip of scotch from her private stash, and resolves firmly to never think about it again.
***
She thinks about it all through the next day's work.
When she sees Kara in the lobby at L-Corp, she nearly jumps out of her skin. Her whole body prickles and every hair stands on end. She's sure she's blushing but thankfully, no one seems to notice.
Especially not Kara.
"Lena! Hi! How are you?" Her friend is all bubbles and gushing, delighted to see her leaving work early for once, and she doesn't have the heart to admit it's for the DEO-a side project for Alex.
"I'm-I'm fine. Nice to see you, Kara." She's not trembling. Her thighs are just weak. She'll need to schedule another appointment with her personal trainer.
