Unencumbered..

Startled from their kissing Kara, although she knows her hand can’t be seen by the waiter under the table between Lena’s thighs, she removes it slowly so as not to cause suspicion, draw attention to it..

The waiter hovering at their table asks if they want anything else from the restaurant. A pudding, a coffee. Any more wine required. As if in tandem both women frantic in their request, ask for the bill, the waiter saying he will return. Kara places her debit card on the table, in plain sight for their server to find, and returns her gaze back to Lena’s, each lost in the window, beauty of one another’s soul..

Eyes skittering side to side at each other, the tiniest of jolt's in their irises, not wanting to look anywhere but in front. To remove, to take their eyes off of one other, a fear of falling, the desire for one another dissipating.. Smouldering, to melt away..

Of course it had to be done.. Kara needing to pay the bill, enter her pin into the card machine. As much as they wanted each other right there and then. leaving the restaurant without paying, was most definitely not on their itinerary. They quickly finish their glasses of wine, Gulping down the remainder, remnants of the delicious fruit. A little buzz in their heads as the alcohol touches the nerve endings of there brains, extremities. Kara grasp Lena’s hand and nods towards the door, exit. Gently pulling the brunette from her seat, their secluded booth.

Strolling down the city boardwalk for their homes. Lena pauses in her steps. Her hands antsy, she fidgets for a moment takes a deep breath. The dragging out. This so blatant need for one other becoming a physical and mental hardship, torture. Can they honestly keep doing this. Clearly they want each other. But never getting pass that wall. That obvious. The awkwardness of asking..

So Lena takes the plunge she asks Kara back to her apartment. Wine reacting to the fresh air, hitting her senses. She feels that little bit more brazen, audacious in her way. Uninhibited. Shoulders high bravery in her words. If she needs to be the unwavering, take no prisoners. No guff, in this moment CEO.. So be it. If she doesn’t do it. Especially tonight, after the things that had been unfolding between them, she will never ask.. Its a Now or never scenario..

A promise of an Unencumbered, uninterrupted return to what they were just doing. A removal of certain, and all clothing, and if Kara so wished, hopefully spending the night. Lost in each others sleep filled embrace. Appealing to Kara’s stomach. Her love of food. An offer of breakfast in bed. A steaming hot cup of tea, or a fresh morning coffee. Pancakes with whatever topping the goddess so desires.. I mean who could resist that right..

A huge smile on her face the blonde without hesitation answers yes. Maybe a little relieved that she, although also desperate to ask, hadn’t taken that high dive. That headlong dash, to the finish line of asking. So they head back to Lena’s home. Kara looking forward to seeing the apartment, penthouse, for many obvious reasons. But also Lena had described the views from her balcony, and panoramic windows, as breath taking..

Surrounded by National Cities Skyscrapers. Apparently some of the most wonderful buildings could be seen from the CEO's.. building, and when the Sun rises, or sets, beautiful colours are scattered across the skies, as we’re described. Like looking at the heavens themselves, a vista of ethereal proportions. Opened up before them, stretching across the wild blue yonder..

The taxi journey to Lena’s home was a very, how u say, intense affair. You could have cut the sexual tension with a chainsaw. If it wasn’t for the cab driver being a front seat away. Waiting until they got back to Lena’s apartment before they practically leapt on one another, hands and mouths undoubtedly everywhere. Exploring each others bodies, inside, and out.. It was a miracle they had gotten as far as they had, respectfully..

Thankfully the cab journey was less than 10 minutes. Although to them that was 600 seconds way too long.. The entire ride spent holding hands across each others laps. Bodies sideways, meshed and jumbled together, on the back seat. Gentle stroking of hair. Staring longingly at one other. Eyes flitting up and down between lips, and neck and on Kara’s part. Lots of staring at Lena’s breast, (not that Lena minded, she could be guilty of the same herself, if questioned about it).. No doubt mapping out all the places they so desperately wanted to cherish, caress and embellish their lips, and tongues on..

A kind of staring that had such intensity to it, an action movie with a bomb, and the saviour needing to disarm the device before it blew up an entire building, deciding whether to cut the red wire, or blue wire, to save the day, would themselves have been proud..!!!.. The kind that only an explosion of titanic proportions, like that of an epic disaster film, where a comet hurtling towards the earth, bent on total annihilation could break them..

and then of course you had to add the journey from the car, to the lift. Up to the Pent house, apartment itself. However long it would take to rip each others clothes off. Because at this point airs and gracefulness have definitely gone out the window, and would have taken way too long. Ravaging a hot, muscular, statuesque being that the blonde goddess was. Doing it publicly and in the lobby of the building she lived in. Had to pass through on a daily basis, as hard as avoiding that thought, deed was. To do so, act on it was probably not a good idea..

The lift, however was a much different story. Lena had the Penthouse apartment, it was hers, and only hers.. A security card and pin needed, that only Jess, (in case of a work emergency) and a select few had..

Another few more forward steps, off of the elevator. Through the double steel encased twin doors.. A long corridor between them that lead to the fire escape. A Set of stairs that had security coded access from the ground floor only. Again only a select few knowing it. The safety of the Billionaire of utmost importance. Their destination of desire, to unrestraint so, so close, you could almost smell it..

Extremely thankful that the CEO.. herself being the only person who has access to the security cameras installed in the lift. Cameras that showed Lena exactly whom was visiting her, and exactly what was going on in there. As soon as the lift doors closed downstairs and the penthouse button pressed. No-one around but them. They practically lunged for one other. Lips, bodies clashing. Hands and arms everywhere. Searching for purpose.. Desperation from the waiting..

Hands threaded through hair, tasking for stability in their closeness. The wanting, and need to now touch, feel each other. Seeming like in those few steps an eternity had been taken.. Now, So satisfyingly Reached, to being Conquered..

Lena ferociously rams Kara against the wall of the lift, their bodies hot and heated. The sexual tension oozing of off them. Fierce and Savage. Filling the tiny space, as they ascended, rise to the apartment. Clothing, etiquette, and being civilised no longer becoming part of their agenda.. To be quite honest the moment of shy, and polite had definitely passed. Their goals, whole bodily domination of one another. To seek out and find. To explore every inch of delicate, delectable piece of skin. To satisfy the need for each other, pleasure and orgasm’s a plenty..

The lift arrives. Dinging. Its destination met. Ground to a shuddering halt. The kind that makes your body jolt as it stops, but your inside, innards don’t. Like when you go over an exceptionally high bump in the road, and your stomach lurches. The doors slowly open, a tidal wave, tsunami of arousal enveloping the corridor.. Lena and Kara, still engaged in their physical affections, Undisturbed in their making out..

Kara having moved to the brunettes neck. Kissing with gentle licks to Lena’s pulse point, the tip of her tongue caressing the flesh, as it softly passes through her lips. Lena, her neck angled to the side, her chin to the ceiling is loving every moment of it. Humming her pleasure, her voice husky with desire. The lifts doors having thought its patrons, cargo have gotten off. The doors begin to close.

The CEO.. quickly lunges, hovers her hand, reaching between the doors stopping them from closing. Kara loses purchase on the brunettes neck, moaning, and grunting her displeasure. Lena Smirks at her, eyebrow raised. She grabs hold of the lapel, where the top of the zip on Kara’s coat is, and yanks her from the wall. Off the lift, pulling her back to her. Kara smiles softly, giggling into Lena’s lips.

They clumsily step across the passageway, entrance to the front doors. Stumbling over each others feet. Backwards, forwards, sideways steps. Any way they can move without breaking away from each other. They bump against the twin doors, Lena scurrying for the bag hung over her shoulder.. Keys, keys, where are those damn keys..!!!.. Scampering, bashing through, around the Mary Poppins of a bag she suddenly has. A bottomless void, where you just know the keys are, and have gone right to the absolute very bottom..

Impatience heavy with eagerness to get these fricking doors open. Their joined weight, embraced, unbroken, as if they were one person. Burdening, against, pushing steel forward. Keys fumbled into their hole. The doors pop open. So involved in themselves and not realising the doors have finally parted. They suddenly fall through the threshold. Its a heavy, awkward fall. Legs twisted, spiralling around each other, its going to hurt, and they know it..

Kara quick thinking, twists their bodies the brunette tight against her front. Arms in a python grip, wrapped around her torso. Toppling backwards she takes the full force of the fall, straight into Lena's front room. The CEO.. quickly straightens, sits up, straddling the tops of Kara’s thighs, lap. She’s ok, but is Kara. Shock horror, eyes wide, mouth agape. She puts her hand, fingertips to her lips, as a seeming like forever silence falls between them..

That is until Kara begins laughing, she thinks its absolutely hilarious. She can see Lena isn’t hurt. Is more worried about her. Laughter mixing, filling into the air of the brunettes home. Echoing off of the walls.. A deep guttural, chest jumping, earthy thick laugh. Almost sounding like a cackle..

Lena has never heard Kara laugh like this before, but she absolutely adores it. Its infectious. Heart warming, and has the brunette laughing a little herself.. Looking down at this goddess of a silly being, she asks if Kara is ok, a giggle in her question. Enquiring why she would do such a thing..

It was Me or You, Kara says, so nonchalantly. Casually. Like its an every day occurrence. Believe me, my body has been put through worse at the gym, training. The aggression, full forcefulness of the blondes classes. The brunette having witnessed, occasionally been put through this torture, can easily believe it to..

Lena smiles. Place’s a hand gently on Kara’s chest.. “Kara Danvers, You are my Hero" she says. Desire in her eye’s, Leaning forward, her hands threading through Kara’s hair, cupping at her cheeks. Steadying her for the drive forward, kisses the goddess.. Mine. Possession of this beautiful, heavenly being hers..

Kara immediately stops laughing, returns the sexual wanting, kissing. Deep almost aggressiveness in their longing for each other again. Their purchase hurried sloppy, tongues, teeth clashing. Bodies dripping with arousal, the need to have one another. To devour..

Lena reaches for the blondes coat, unzipping it as she attempts to wrestle, rip it off of her shoulders, unable to pass it over them, as Kara’s still laying down. Grasp the bottom of the pink skin tight, muscle enhancing. (Torturously lush to the brunettes eyes) body sculpturing top. Fingers fumbling. Impatience in her wake..

Kara realising, knowing like the brunette, she wants this so badly, so much. This is the next step. Undress, nakedness. Their bodies, skin touching everywhere, everything. Nothing holding them back. Exactly what they both wanted. Its happening now, not never..

She Leans upwards, shoulders, torso off of the ground, in a half sit-up position. Neck stretching to stay attached to Lena’s lips, as the CEO.. leans backwards to give Kara room to manoeuvre.

The brunette now able to pass the coat over the goddesses exquisite, heavenly shoulders. Shimmying, sliding it down her very palatable arms, biceps, off of her body. Kara flapping at her sleeves, desperate to remove the appendage, restriction. Its left discarded under her back once her hands are yanked free from the sleeves, cuffs. Her top is lifted, pulled over her head, and arms. Thrown away along with her coat. Slung, sliding across the heavily tiled floor. Their bodies move in tandem, beautifully together. Synchronised in the desire to undress. Rid themselves of the only thing now holding them back.. Clothing..