Unencumbered..

So Lena messaged Kara. Even if she wasn’t able to have a work out session, Just seeing her would be special in itself. The blonde had a way about her, that always put the brunette at ease. Lena could be herself, no airs or graces. The CEO.. Boss hat would come off, and she could just totally be, well Lena. She was able to leave the worries of having to run a fortune 500 company at the door, and just make everything about her and Kara and whatever else they got up to when she was around..

Lena wasn’t expecting Kara to answer too quickly as she assumed she would be doing classes, so was surprised when she pretty much answered back straight away. Apparently Kara was in-between sessions, so had a few minutes and being that it was Lena texting her, she just had to answer. Especially as the blonde goddess had, her words, missed her.. Lena mentioned she was, as they spoke, on her way home after having an early work day and inquired if Kara had any room left for a personal session, as she'd had the worst day ever. That she was in desperate need to un-wind, and release some pent up energy. Angst that had wedge itself in her shoulders..

Not one to miss up on an opportunity to be with Lena, Kara instead suggested that she put on some comfortable clothes, as they would have an evening in. That she would come round to her penthouse, with an order of take away from their favourite Chinese, with of course extra, extra Potstickers. That Kara herself knew of a way to get the CEO.. to relax. She wouldn’t say how, only that Lena would enjoy it immensely, and Kara being Kara, it probably involved lots of cuddling..
A night spent laying on the sofa. Talking. Reading a book. Lena curled up in Kara’s body. Legs wrapped around the brunette thighs as she lay between them. Bodies flushed together and Lena’s arms encircling the goddesses torso. Her head rested on Kara’s chest, the sound of her heart beating in her eardrums. Helping the CEO.. drift off to an unwavering and glorious sleep. Her favourite position on the sofa..

Evenings Where Kara would spend the entire night stroking her back in the way that she absolutely loved. Feather light touches running smoothly from the base of her head, down her neck and all the way to her tail bone, and back up. Repeating this motion over and over. fingers drumming along the bumps of her spine..
Words written in her back, Lena having to guess what she was spelling. Which was usually Kara telling her how she was Beautiful. Adored. or the cheeky ones that involved a body part. Kara asking permission if she could kiss, caress it. Her neck, a breast. Moments that had the CEO.. so very utterly, and totally flaked out on the sofa in Kara’s arms. Her later unknowingly being carried off to bed, waking up the next morning Kara spooning her from behind..

Or where they would just watch t.v.. Maybe a Disney film, as they were Kara’s favourites and anything the goddess wanted, that made her happy, Lena would give. To watch Netflix and chill. Which Lena later found out, when those two words were mentioned together Netflix and Chill.. were usually an underlining meaning for basically something that lead to sex..
Not one to complain, as sex between her and Kara, was how you say rather enjoyable. Wonderful, in the biggest sense of the word. Kara had a way of taking Lena, her body in places she never thought possible. A euphoric dizziness. Like her body went into another dimension. Otherworldly. As if it was no longer hers, and belonged to Kara. Of course it help that the goddess that she was. Kara knew where all of, if not most of where Lena’s special buttons were..

The orgasmic inducing ones. The little tingly touches that would cause surges of electricity to scream through her Body. The hairs on the back of her neck, or wherever Kara was touching her at the time to stand on end. The kind that would just rejuvenate the Body.. Mind.. and Soul.. and undoubtedly always put Lena in the mood to jump Kara’s bones, as basically by the time Kara had finished with her magical touches.. Sexual Heat pooling between her legs, around her body to the point of bursting..

Lena had done what Kara had asked. Hair tied in a lazy bun, a few strands hanging lose. She had found her MIT. Sweatshirt. The kind that u purposefully buy oversized knowing its going to be your comfy jumper. The extra long sleeves that would need at least 3 turns up, to be the actual length of Lena’s arms. Sleeves that during the cold winter nights you would smother over your hands, clasped into a fist, keeping u snug. Or if u were extra cold joining the sleeves together at the cuff, and passing your arms between them like a long looping tube. A pair of loose tracksuit bottoms, and the fluffiest pair of socks she could find (probably a pair of Kara’s). It wasn’t often that Lena got to dress like this..

Her L-Corp, CEO.. chosen “uniform”. i.e. tailored suits, pencil skirts, corporate stiff upper lipped blouses. Louboutin shoes where the heels were never below 5 inches. This was Lena’s normal attire. Of course she had to dress the part. She was the Head of a Billion dollar company after all. A certain imagine, impression had to be upheld, maintained. On some days it felt like she would wear suits twenty four seven. She would get up in the early mornings, dress for work, do what seemed like a 18 hour shift, come home eat something if she remembered, or wasn’t too tired to. Then she would go to bed, sleep a couple of hours. Then repeat.. A Twenty four seven cycle.. of Rinse.. Repeat.. Rinse.. Repeat..

It was actually with the intervention of Jess that she took up going to the gym. Her assistant, slash friend had asked, practically begged her to find something to do. A hobby. Concerned that Lena was spending too much time working and not taking any time for herself. Her polite way of saying get a life. So she joined the gym. She’d seen an advertisement in their windows, passing them by a couple of times on her way to the coffee shop. Her way of getting 30 minutes of air. Clear her head and be away from the restraints, and confinements, often claustrophobic inducing four walls of her office for a bit..
That is of course where she met the blonde goddess. She must thank Jess for that one day. As if it wasn’t for the fact that she had pushed her to do something, she wouldn’t have met Kara. Maybe a bonus, extra special Christmas present. She wouldn’t be able to tell jess that she had done it obviously, as knowing her assistant like she does. Giving her a gift for inadvertently pointing her towards Kara’s direction, would be a totally unacceptable reason for the brunette to shower her, in her mind with gifts. So basically a what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her reason for being extra special, spoilt one Christmas..

A cup of Honey and Lemon flavoured tea cooling in front of her on the coffee table. A small plate of Lena’s little indulgence biscuits, an a half read newspaper. Crossword, done in no time at all puzzle next to it. She’d already done the little jobs that had been left gathering dust on a shelf, not being sorted because she been doing nothing but L-Corp work. Some old letters, paperwork that needed shredding. A picture frame that needed fixing. Re-gluing, of a picture she’d taken from her balcony of a Sun setting. She’d come home one evening and found it on the floor, its nail bent and no longer usable. A hole in the wall, with the plaster crumbling away, from where it use to be.
So here Lena was practically drumming her fingers. Boredom bashing at her door. Kara had said she would be to hers by 7pm. It was now 5pm. And time had seemed to be slowing to the point of feeling like it was going to stop. She wasn’t use to being idle, having nothing to do. The life of a CEO.. constantly keeping her on her toes, always on the go. That whole having an early day, starting to being regretted. Especially as she knew how much paperwork. How many projects she left back at the office..

Then she remembered an episode her and Kara had seen on one of their “Homeland” Netflix marathons. Where a young woman who looked remarkably like Kara, was parading herself. Her body, for an interview to be part of a princes harem. They had both agreed the young actress was absolutely gorgeous, and had a body to die for..

Her and Kara had talked about her. With Lena saying the young girl looked so much like Kara, she could have been her. Or at least her twin. The blonde having none of it and no clue what Lena was talking about. Of course she didn’t have Kara’s gym, personal trainer body and tone, and she was a brunette. But Kara just couldn’t see it. Wouldn’t see it. It was ones of those discussions where they spoken about it so much that Lena just had to find the episode again. To see again, for herself how she wasn’t going crazy, and the girl did look like Kara. It also gave Lena a reason to watch the episode again, as she recalled falling asleep towards the end, not knowing its outcome.
A habit of Lena’s that she often did. She remembered there were quite a few episodes of TV series’ her and Kara enjoyed watching together that she hadn’t seen all of. So that’s how she decided to pass the time until her goddess arrived. Take away and a surprise to help her relax, unwind, adorning her door way. Gracing Lena with her heavenly presents. She couldn’t wait..
Kara arriving just in time. The buildings intercom for Lena’s attention, waking her from dozing. She’d started falling asleep on the sofa. A downfall of the brunettes 18 plus, hour shifts. The moment she sat alone, and still for more than 10 minutes she would fall asleep. Buzzing Kara up for permission to enter her private lift. Checking on its personal camera and grinning as Kara had looked up at it..

A huge smile on her face, and enthusiastically waved. Then In the other hand showing, lifting a carrier bag to the camera. The take away, rubbed her tummy, and licked her lips. Clearly letting Lena know she was very hungry, and looking forward to eating. No change there then. She opened her front door. Leaving it ajar, for Kara to enter and went to make herself an the blonde, if she wanted one, a cup of flavoured tea. Started getting the plates and cutlery out to eat with, for their take away..

Kara never one for being quiet when it came to showing her happiness at seeing, spending time with Lena. Like something out of a musical, bust through the twin doors, pushing them as wide as she could. Spinning and twirling as she entered the apartment. Arms and take away aloft (Lena hoping to god its containers holding the contents well) and stretched out. In a melodic voice Doris Day herself would be proud of.. “ Hi honey I’m home.. Professing that she’d always wanted to do that..

Kara set her sights on the brunette. Placed the take away on the kitchen Island. A cheeky smile on her face. Heated contact in their vision, for one another, made a beeline for Lena. Desire and obvious affection for the CEO.. in her eyes. Slid her arms and hands over Lena’s shoulders pulling her in for a tight all consuming, deep breath, taking each other in hug. The kind that has you both taking a huge breath. The weight feeling like its lifting of your shoulders just by being in that person’s presents..
Lena then reached up cupping Kara's smiling face. Gently rubbed her thumbs over her cheeks. Guided her down to her level, and kissed her. Lips softly, slowly gliding over each others before coming away. Said “hello" to her goddess. Looked at each other for a moment longer. Emerald green connecting with Oceanic Blue, the CEO.. pulling Kara in for another more passionate, deeper kiss. Letting the blonde know she had missed her, and was very glad to see her. Happy that she was finally here..

They spent the next couple of hours sat talking at the kitchen island. Chatting about their day. The usual anything, and everything conversations. Lena spoke about the project’s that had been bothering her. Kara listening the best she could. Lots of science-y stuff and unpronounceable words were said. The kind that you have on your prescription tablets, that has about 15 letters in it, that unless your a chemist or doctor you would have no clue what they did and how they worked. Kara spoke of her classes, training sessions. A couple of the clients she had, that she was proud of, as they had come such a long way with their fitness..

The inevitable conversation they always seemed to have about food. About their Chinese. Some items they knew of on the menu and were curious about, and had said they would have to try them on their next take away. The man at the counter when Kara had picked up their delivery. Knowing she was a regular, and thought her and the CEO.. may like to try them. Of course Kara again talked about her beloved Potstickers. Always buying extra for herself, so as she wasn’t to sad when Lena took some, her share too..

Unable to move their vision from one another unless they were taking in mouthfuls of food. Eyes perusing over each others bodies. Although a couple of times Lena had sworn she saw Kara catching the side of her mouth, stabbing herself with her fork, because she was looking at the CEO.. instead of concentrating on where her food was going. Of course Lena knew it was done because Kara couldn’t take her eyes off of her. So she wasn’t one to complain, make fun of the blondes silliness. She’d come close to catching herself a couple times too. So not mentioning it was probably the better idea..

Their Chinese finished, they loaded their plates and cutlery into the dishwasher, waiting on a full load until they could turn it on. Do a cycle. Kara noticed that Lena had started yawning, tiredness in her eyes. Heaviness in her body. She was clearly struggling to stay awake. The day definitely catching up with her. So reminding Lena of her promise of relieving the tension in her shoulders, body. Wanting to know if she was still interested..

The words immense enjoyment still ringing in the brunettes ears. She wasn’t going to say no to it. Curiosity had gotten the better of her most of the day since Kara had mentioned it. Although at this point she was hoping it wouldn’t be anything to strenuous anymore. Her body deciding it was done for the day, and the prospect of sleep on the horizon. Her answer Yes, and curiosity winning. Kara practically jumped for joy in front of her and retrieved the carrier she’d had the Chinese contained in. Lena hadn’t see her place the bag off to one side. Unbeknownst to her it still had something in it. A part off the goddess surprise..

Kara stood in front of Lena, huge mischievous smirk on her face, putting her hand in the bag, then pulling an item out slowly. With a dramatic Da da da.. reveal. A magician pulling a rabbit out of he’s hat kind of dramatic. The CEO.. loved so many of Kara’s child like qualities. It made her that little bit more endearing. Precious to her. The fact that Kara was able to not take the word so seriously. Often wondering if the goddess had ever had a heavy weight on her shoulders. The tribulations of the world pulling her down..

Kara pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Strawberry, Sensual lubricant to be precise. The kind that could be put all over the body, and her guess as it was flavoured, not only would this massaging involve hands. Tongues could clearly be used as well. The thought of tasting her goddess with added strawberry flavourings was definitely appealing to the CEO.. (Kara Clearly wanting to taste a strawberry flavoured Lena too.) A thought she would reserved in the back of her mind for later. As she assumed Kara would be the one doing the massaging..