Chapter 19
“I'm worried about Lex,” Lena murmured to Kara as the two girls were laying on the blonde's bed. They were staying in Kara's dorm room over the summer while Lena was visiting because Cat was remodeling the penthouse apartment. Cat and Carter were staying at the woman's newly acquired beach house that was about thirty minutes outside the city up the coast, since Cat had decided to buy out the entire top floor of her building and remodel everything. Kara would've stayed with them but she got a part time job at a coffee shop near CatCo headquarters. Noonan’s was frequented by her mother's employees and it was amusing for her to listen to them complaining about Cat's demanding behavior.
Kara turned to look at her friend and took in the slight strain in the muscles around her eyes. “What’s wrong with Lex?”
Lena snorted, “What isn't wrong with Lex, but he's been acting more unhinged that normal. I see him more now since we're on the same side of the country but… The way he's behaving, the stuff he's saying, it makes me nervous, frightened.”
“Is it the anti-Superman stuff?”
“It's not just that, it's all aliens. He accuses Superman of being a god to pave the way for alien invaders to take over or enslave us all.”
Kara snorted and rolled her eyes, “Clark is a jerks and an insensitive ass, but he's too much of a boy-scout to even think about enslaving humans. He grew up here; just because he identifies as a Kryptonian doesn't make him one, he's more human than alien really.”
“Tell my family that, bunch of xenophobic racists,” Lena grumbled. She grabbed Kara's pillow and put it over her face, letting out a scream into the soft feather down. “I'm just afraid that he's going to do something crazy.”
“From what you've told me about Lex, there's a high chance that he will and there won't be anything that you can do to deter him,” Kara said, rubbing her friend's back. “You just have to be prepared to pick up the pieces as best as you can when the dust settles.”
“Yeah,” Lena murmured sadly. She sunk back into the sheets and buried her face under Kara's pillow, hiding from the world.
“Nope, come on, you can’t hide under there, you’ve got to go to camp today,” Kara said, poking her friend under the blanket. “You’ve got to start orientation to train to be one of the counselors.”
“I don’t want to.” Lena’s voice was muffled by the fabric of the pillow, but her words were still clear. Using some of her super strength, Kara hopped out of the bed and lifted it so that Lena had to grab hold of the sides in order to not fall out. “Kara! Put me down!”
“Come on Lena, you’ve been looking forward to working at this summer camp for months,” the blonde said, slowly setting the bed back down. “You went to this camp as a teenager, now it’s your turn to teach and take care of budding little science enthusiasts just like you.”
“Yeah…” The brunette sighed.
“And you know the directors were falling all over themselves to get someone who attended MIT as one of their counselors and instructors.”
Lena grinned, “That is true. Plus if I don’t go, then I’ll have to continue staying here with you and it’s not as much fun now since you don’t float when you sleep. Plus your boobs get in the way, all wiggly and bulky.
“You’re not a delight to share a bed with either,” Kara rolled her eyes, “And I thought you like boobs?”
“I do, just not yours, it’d be like liking my sister’s boobs.” A disgusted look crossed Lena’s face, “Plus they’re too big, I don’t like boobs that big. Prefer something that’s a nice handful that I can grab when I’m-”
“Okay, you can stop, I get the idea, I don’t need to hear about what you’ve been getting up to at MIT outside your robot stuff,” Kara said, her face scrunched up in disgust. “I also didn’t need that image in my head, but it’s there, and now it won’t go away, so thank you for that.”
“You need to get at least some action Kara, so there’s a cheap thrill,” Lena winked, pulling herself out of the bed. She stripped off her clothes and strolled around the room looking for some clean underwear, a shirt and pants. Kara was used to the brunette walking around naked as she changed her clothes so she just rolled her eyes and continued getting ready for her shift at Noonan’s.
“Why did your mom decide to remodel her penthouse now?” Lena asked.
Kara glanced over at her friend, and was relieved to find that the girl was mostly dressed though still missing her shorts. “I think she realized that I was going into my junior year, graduating in two years, so I imagine she wants me to move back in after I graduate. She sold the apartment she bought a few floors down, and told me she’s going to be adding a small in-home gym and increasing the size of my room.”
“And you don’t want to live at home when you graduate in two years?”
The blonde shrugged, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but I would feel really bad. Mom has just starting dating seriously again, and if both Carter and I were living there, she would stop and go back to her drinking, you know how much I hate her drinking habits.”
“Miss Grant could out drink a sailor if she wanted,” Lena agreed as she finished packing her bag. “But I get it. You love your family but you want your own space and you want your mom to get to the point where she isn't worrying about you anymore.”
“I'm pretty sure she'll always worry, but yes. She deserves a life too. And Carter could come stay with me every now and then to give her a break when he isn't visiting his dad, though that doesn't happen often these days.”
“His dad an ass?”
Kara shrugged, “Sort of, I imagine it's a little awkward for Carter to have his dad dating someone only a few years older than his sister.”
Lena winced, “Ouch, midlife crisis. Men are stupid, hence the reason I will never date men.”
“Alright, I'm done with this conversation, do you want to take my truck to camp with you?”
“Don't you need it?” Kara just gave her friend a look and Lena nodded, “Right, I almost forgot, super speed, flight, endless stamina, why do you even have a car?”
“We've talked about this before, cover and so I can haul things around.”
“Whatever, give me the keys,” Lena ordered. “Maybe you can get your girlfriend to give you a lift to work every now and then.”
“With the schedule she keeps at her law firm, not a chance.”
“Speaking of lawyers, have you heard from Lucy recently?” Lena asked as she and Kara walked out of the room together.
“She’s interning at the JAG ethics office this summer since she's currently in law school. Only two years left for her since she graduated early last year and went through bootcamp last summer.”
“I bet she's glad she managed to graduate from West Point early in order to start law school right away.”
“She's plowing her way through school that's for sure, I wouldn't be surprised if she climbs the ranks in the military just as quickly, especially since she'll have a degree from West Point and a law degree from Harvard.”
Lena gave her friend a curious look, “And you're definitely not going to date her again?”
Kara sighed, “No Lena. Lucy will always be my first love and have a special place in my heart, but we're different people now. We're better off as friends.”
The brunette shrugged, “Well, as long as you're sure.” She stopped next to the blonde's truck and gave her friend a big hug, as strong as she could manage, “Bye Kar, I'll see you in a few weeks when I bring your truck back before I head back to school.”
“Bye Lena, have fun, don't traumatized any of the kids,” Kara replied, a small grin on her face.
“Yeah yeah,” the other girl rolled her eyes. “Oh wait, I forgot.” She shifted around in her bag before she pulled out a small box and handed it to her friend, “It's your birthday present, it's early but since I'll be at camp. I worked on it in the science labs at school.”
Kara opened the box and found a small container of bright blue pigment. “It's a new paint pigment,” Lena said, “I made it for you. I might market it in the future but as of now you're the only one with this color. You can use it to make tempera paint, frescoes, oil paint-”
She was caught off by a pair of arms wrapping her in a superhero strength hug. “Thank you Lena,” Kara said, pulling away when she heard Lena’s bones creak, “This is the nicest thing anyway has done for me, you know other than Cat adopting me, you befriending me, Lucy and now Laurel agreeing to date me.”
“Alright alright, I get it, but I better get a painting with this color once you figure out how to use it.”
The alien released her friend and waved her away before jogging to catch the bus to Noonan’s. She could've used a tiny bit of super speed and gotten to Noonan’s in time for her shift since she and Lena talked too long for her to just walk there. She wasn't completely comfortable using her powers where she could possible be seen, not without the safety of an alternate identity so she took the bus.
She got to the shop with a few minutes to spare and quickly grabbed her apron off the rack before taking her spot behind the register. The manager realized early on after she was hired that Kara was the best person to put behind the register since she was friendly and could take and fill orders quickly, something that was valued in the business district.
Kara settled into her routine, noticing a few regulars in line and already marking their cups for when they finally ordered. Her near perfect memory was a huge asset in this job and it broke up the normal monotony of her everyday schedule. Her mother didn't understand her desire to work at a coffee shop, particularly this coffee shop, but she respected them anyway.
The breakfast rush was starting to die down when her mother's assistant of the week raced through the door looking a bit haggard and rundown. The CEO’s assistant rotated out pretty regularly with either Cat firing them or Kara talking her into giving them a different job at CatCo. This was another reason she took this job, she could get a feel of her mother's employees and make her life easier in the process. Her current assistant, Marnie, was a late 20s brunette that was having trouble in her personal life, dealing with an asshole ex-husband and having to face life as a newly single mother. Kara liked the woman and hoped that Cat would move her to a different department rather than just fire her when she grew irritated with the frazzled woman.
“Hi Kara,” Marnie greeted, a relieved expression on her face.
“Hey Marnie, are you here for Miss Grant's latte?” Kara asked, already filling out the information on the cup.
“Yes please,” she stated, “She was in top form this morning and I'm hoping the extra caffeine will calm her down.”
None of Cat's employees knew who she was because the older woman fought hard to keep her private life separate from her public life in order to protect both Kara and Carter. The girl knew that it was more to protect her though, to protect her status as an alien refugee. If the employees that did come into the coffee shop knew who she really was Kara knew that they would never feel comfortable around her. Kara left Marnie standing at the counter and quickly started on her mother's latte before filling Marnie’s usual order.
The frazzled brunette gave her a grateful smile and Kara waved her off with a large grin. A few more hours passed and the lunch rush was starting. Kara looked up in surprise when she heard her girlfriend's heartbeat close to the café and a wide smile crossed her face when she saw the brunette saunter in through the door. She was accompanied by a few men around her age, all wearing business suits. The men all sat down at a table while Laurel came up to the counter.
“Hey babe,” Laurel greeted, leaning on the counter.
“Hey, what are you doing here today?” Kara asked. She glanced towards the guys she came with and saw them all looking over at them. “Office lunch?”
Laurel rolled her eyes, “That bunch hasn't left me alone since I told them that I had the hottest girlfriend in National City. I managed to put them off for months but they found out you worked here and insisted on coming to see if it was true or not.”
“The hottest girlfriend in National City? Really?” The blonde murmured, amusement lacing her voice.
“Oh definitely,” the older girl winked, “Now I know it's getting busy but do you think you can take a small break?”
Kara glanced around for her manager and when she spotted him, he waved her away and she took her apron off. “I can take a few minutes,” she said, grabbing some juice and two of the sticky buns out of the case.
“I don't know how you eat the way you do and look the way you do,” Laurel sighed, pressing a quick kiss against the blonde's lips as soon as she walked around the counter.
“I workout,” Kara smiled, lacing her fingers with Laurel's as they walked over to the table with the older girl's co-workers. It was partially true, she did workout doing crunches and push-ups in her room using the small red sun lamp that Bruce built for her, but also running and flying up and down the California coastline in the dead of night when she couldn't sleep burned a lot of calories.
“I'm not complaining, but I definitely want to see more of this workout toned body.” Laurel's eyes raked over Kara's form and the blonde felt herself let out an involuntary shiver at her dark gaze. She'd have to think about that later, now was definitely not a good time to think about it.
“Are you going to introduce us to your lady friend Lance?” One of the men at the table asked and Kara looked around the table to identify the one who spoke. There were three of them sitting around the table, two brunettes and a dirty blond, though one had dark, almost black hair. All of them had their hair cut at a fashionable length and had it slicked back away from their faces. It was the one with dirty blond hair that spoke; his hazel eyes were assessing her with a jealous gaze while the other two simply look at her with curiosity.
“If you give me a minute James, I would've introduced her,” Laurel said, rolling her eyes. “Kara, these are my fellow associates, James Worthington,” she point to the dirty blonde man, “Derek Shepherd,” the dark haired man with dark blue eyes nodded his head, “And Seth Cole.” The last man had light brown eyes, glasses, and a darker skin tone. He gave a friendly wave when he was introduced and Kara returned it with a bright smile. “Guys this is my girlfriend Kara,” Laurel finished, smiling at the honey blonde.
“So you're the one that caught dear Laurel's attention,” Seth grinned.
Laurel grabbed an extra chair from a nearby table and pulled it over next to the empty chair at the table, motioning for Kara to sit down as she took her seat. “I guess so,” the blonde replied, starting in on her sticky buns, “I'm friends with Laurel's sister, she introduced us.”
“How old are you?” James asked, studying her a bit as she demolished her first sticky bun.
“I turn 20 in a few days,” she replied, glancing at the man warily.
Derek hummed a bit, “So still in school then, what are you majoring in?”
“Double major with art and marketing, and a minor in journalism,” the blonde replied, “I went to a magnet school so I was able to get a few credits before starting college.” They talked for a few more minutes while Kara ate her sticky buns and drank her juice. Her break was up and she stood to return to the counter with Laurel following after her.
“I don't think James likes me,” Kara murmured, glancing discreetly back at the man.
“He's just being weird,” Laurel said dismissively, “His family is supremely wealthy, his father is a former congressman and James is on the same track to follow in his footsteps. He tends to come off as a little snobby, and can be a little judgmental but he's very nice once you get to know him.”
Kara's brow furrowed at Laurel's words. The older girl didn't state it outright, but her tone when she said the word judgmental was heavy; judgmental about people he deemed lesser than him? Working class people, gays, lesbians, aliens, anyone outside the norm? She didn't know how she felt about someone like that having aspirations for a seat in the governing body, having a say in making the laws of the country, but she pushed it away for now. That's another thing she'd have to think over later, but for now a part of her was glad that she never told Laurel who her mother was. She didn't need people like James Worthington leering at her. They could judge her and look down on her with distaste but she didn't think she could handle the lustful, calculating looks.
“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Laurel's voice broke Kara out of her thoughts and she refocused back on her girlfriend. “The bosses told us that one of the companies they represent, Lord Technologies, will be throwing a gala in a few weeks as a grand opening for their new building in National City, all of the associates have to attend and I was wondering if you would be my plus one?”
“I'd love to,” Kara smiled, shooing Laurel back to her table.
Kara finished her shift at Noonan’s a few hours later and headed back to her dorm room, calling her mother's cellphone as she walked.
“Is something wrong?” Cat asked as soon as she answered the phone.
“Sort of,”Kara replied, dodging around tourists ambling down the sidewalk.
“Did any of my employees say anything to you during your shift? I will find a reason to fire them…”
“Mom, calm down, they didn’t do anything, remember that gala for Lord Technologies you told me about?”
“Yes, Maxwell Lord gave me an invitation personally while propositioning me, the prick.”
Kara stifled down a giggle, “Right, well, apparently Laurel’s law firm represents Lord technologies, or a subsidiary of it, and all of the associates have been tasked with attending the gala along with the partners. She invited me along as her plus one, but I don’t know how to act at these things or have anything to wear.”
“Mhm, oh yes, this lawyer that you’re dating, what is it with you and lawyers?”
“Mom…”
“Nevermind, at least with this gala I’ll have a chance to meet this woman you’re dating.”
“Mom!”
“I won’t tell her who I am of course, I know you like your privacy. See if you can get this weekend off and we’ll fly to Metropolis and we’ll both get dresses. I know a few designers that owe me a favor-”
“Mom, I don’t need a designer dress, I just need a dress, nothing fancy.”
Cat sighed through the phone, “Have a bit more faith in me than that Kara. The designers I have in mind aren’t well known but very good. I’m sure they’ll be able to find something in their collection for you, something tasteful but elegant.”
“Alright Mom, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Tasteful but elegant,” Kara mused as she stared at herself in the mirror. “Well, at least it isn’t complicated.” The evening dress her mother picked out for her was a dark blue that shimmered in the light. It was an ankle length dress with a slit all the way up her thigh on the left side. A single strap wrapped over her right shoulder, holding the dress on her body. It was a simple design, nothing fancy as Cat promised, but still beautiful. Her advanced hearing picked up the sound of Laurel’s car, an older corvette, approaching the building and she grabbed the matching clutch and left her room.
The brunette was pulling up to the curb when Kara left her building and Laurel climbed out of her car, her dark eyes wandering up and down the blonde’s frame. “You look amazing,” she breathed, holding her hand out for the blonde.
Kara blushed and allowed her own eyes to take in Laurel’s dress, pausing momentarily at her bare collarbone and the two slits on either side of the dress. Her mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara and Kara wondered if she would end up swallowing sand if she opened her mouth. “Thanks,” she finally croaked, “You look, you look amazing too. Black is definitely your color.”
Laurel smirked, “I do have an affinity for the color, now come, we must get to the gala before the pesky paparazzi show up. I heard some important people would be attending the event, celebrities, politicians, businessmen, Lord knows how to throw a gala.”
The blonde just hummed and climbed into the car, thinking about what her mother had told her about the man. He was young and intelligent, but very wary of aliens. He wasn’t as open with his anti-alien rhetoric as Lex Luthor, but it was still present in his interviews and the technology he developed. Laurel pulled around to the gala venue and handed the keys to the valet for parking and escorted Kara into the building. It was still early so the paparazzi weren’t gathered yet, still getting ready for later in the evening when the A-listers would be streaming for the event. Kara had spent the past few years avoiding the paparazzi so it was a little unnerving to walk right in front of them.
When they walked into the gala, Laurel instantly spotted her co-workers and made her way over to them, tugging Kara along after her. “James, Derek, Seth, you guys clean up nicely,” Laurel greeted.
“Not as nicely as you do Lance,” Seth said, nodding at both women appreciatively, “But I don’t think I could pull off a dress as nicely as your date does.”
“Mhm, we do look amazing don’t we,” Laurel laughed, wrapping an arm around Kara’s waist and bringing the young girl in closer to her side. The four made small talk and shop talk while Kara glanced around the room, half paying attention to the lawyers’ conversation. Her x-ray vision kicked in and she looked through the skeleton of Maxwell Lord’s new building. She could see offices, break rooms, and janitor closets but she encountered large amounts of lead in the walls surrounding what she assumed were the labs. The lead was only faint though, if she concentrated hard enough she could see through it but it always gave her a headache after. She blinked her eyes and her vision returned to the room. More people had come in the room, and it looked like the gala was nearly in full swing. Neither her mother or their host had appeared yet which didn’t surprise the blonde. Her mother did like appearing fashionably late when she didn’t need to get the scoop, Kara already spotted a few CatCo reporters mingling among the crowd, and everything her mother told her about Lord led her to believe he liked to make an entrance.
“I think our host is about to make appearance,” Derek said, nodding towards the entrance. Kara turned and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Maxwell Lord striding into the gala with her mother on his arm.
“Is that Cat Grant?” Seth asked, taking in the shorter blonde woman, “The Queen of all Media, wonder how long those two have been dating?”
Kara would have wondered that as well if she didn't know her mother as well as she did. She took in the slightly stiff posture, the forced smiles and tense look in her eyes. Lord probably ambushed her as soon as she arrived at the gala and to avoid making a scene in front of the cameras, Cat went along with the charade. Kara knew that she couldn't stand the pompous posturing of the CEO, and his anti-alien stance.
“Welcome everyone,” Lord started, gesturing around with one hand, “To Lord Technologies new headquarters here in National City. I'm hoping to be able to change the face of technology here in this city, change the future, the world, make it a better place for people to live together peacefully.”
As the man talked, Kara studied her mother. The woman had de-tangled her arm from Lord's before he started his speech and was slowly making her way through the crowd. Ever the reporter, she was making small talk with the various CEOs, celebrities, and rival media representatives all the while fishing for information without letting them know that's what she was doing.
“What do you think about Lord's speech?” Laurel asked and Kara snapped back into focus.
“He seems like he wants to make a difference but we'll have to see where his loyalties truly are,” the blonde replied, “Making the world a better place for everyone or continuing to pander to fear of those that are different in order to make money.”
James scoffed, “You're talking about those alien freaks aren't you? Why shouldn't Lord take a stand against them, it's about time someone does. This is our world, we were here first.”
“Some might say the same thing about America and the Native Americans,” Kara returned.
“Alright, why don’t we go mingle,” Laurel suggested, leading her girlfriend away.
“Sorry,” Kara sighed, “I just, I really don’t like him.”
“He does take a bit to get used to,” the brunette agreed, “But he’ll grow on you after awhile.” The blonde gave a non-committed hum and refocused on the gala. She remembered everything her biological mother and her adoptive mother had taught her about mingling in a group of strangers at events such as these and worked the room, giving half smiles and making polite small talk.
“Kara, Cat Grant is coming this way!” Her girlfriend hissed and Kara’s spine stiffened and a flood of panic filled her body. “I watched her talk show every day, she’s amazing. I had hoped when I moved down here that I would get to meet her but I didn’t think I actually would.” Laurel was nearly vibrating in excitement and Kara caught sight of the mischievous look in mother’s eyes.
Cat paused momentarily in her steps and assessed the woman her daughter was dating, and smirked slightly at the awestruck look on the young woman’s face. “Miss Grant,” Laurel greeted, “I just, I have to say it is an honor to meet you, I’m a big fan, you inspired me to go to law school.”
“Mhm, I’m glad I was able to serve as an inspiration for strong, future women leaders,” the woman replied, “Who might you be?”
“Oh right, forgive me, I’m Laurel Lance, one of the associates at Harper, Boyle and Carding. This is my girlfriend, Kara Grant,” Laurel introduced.
“Oh yes, Harper, Boyle and Carding, they’ve approached me a few times about representing CatCo or myself in various matters,” Cat commented, pretending that she had never met the blonde girl before. “Of course I have in house lawyers for CatCo matters, being a media company means that it is cheaper to have one on retainer, and I have a personal lawyer for all private matters.”
“Can’t fault the partners for trying,” Laurel chuckled.
“Yes,” Cat smiled faintly, “Now don’t let me keep you. You have a beautiful date, and it would be a shame not to have at least one dance together.” The younger women glanced over to the center of the large room and saw that several of the guests had started dancing to the live music played by the musicians Lord hired for the event. Laurel’s fellow associates were among those dancing, as well as the host himself, chatting up a young, blonde reporter.
“Excellent advice Miss Grant,” the lawyer replied and took Kara’s hand, leading her to an open space on the makeshift dance floor. Kara glanced back at her mother and saw the older woman nod slightly in approval. She gave her a wide smile before turning her attention back to her date. Laurel spun the younger woman onto the floor before pulling her close, her hands running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. “You know you really look beautiful tonight,” Laurel murmured, “When I saw you waiting for me as I pulled up, I wondered if we would actually make it to the gala tonight.”
Kara felt her skin grow warm and pulled Laurel closer to her, one hand on her waist, the other tangled in soft brown hair. “I probably wouldn’t have minded,” she breathed, “But then I wouldn’t have gotten to show up here on your arm.”
“Mhm, yes it was nice to show off how beautiful and amazing you are. The partners were very impressed by you, and I am continuously amazed by how extraordinary you are.”
“You’re extraordinary too Laurel, this was your venue and I was just added adornment to make you look even better.”
“There is nothing about you that could ever be just an adornment,” Laurel murmured, her eyes dark. Kara shivered again from the older woman’s heated stare but did not shy away like she has done in the past, she returned it with fervor, letting her own want and need reflect in her eyes.
“How long do you have to stay here?” Kara asked, her mind committing to something both her body and heart wanted.
Laurel’s breath caught in her throat, “We can leave now if you want.”
“I do,” the blonde murmured, leaning closer to her girlfriend. “Take me back to my room.”
“What about your roommates?”
“Megan went back to Gotham to see a few friends, and Sara is doing the same. I have the suite all to myself.”
“That makes it even better,” Laurel purred, “Let’s get out of here.” The brunette took Kara’s hand and tugged her out of the ballroom. Kara saw her mother send her a measuring look as she left the gala with her girlfriend, and she blushed, ducking her head to avoid the older woman’s gaze.
The valet brought around Laurel’s car immediately, and the woman broke several traffic laws heading back to Kara’s dorm room. The tension continued to build between them, especially with Kara’s hand brushing up and down Laurel’s exposed thigh. The brunette growled and pulled her car into the guest parking for Kara’s dorm. Grabbing hold of Kara’s wandering fingers, Laurel turned and tugged the blonde towards her, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “Your fingers are dangerous,” she breathed when they broke apart, both breathing heavily.
“Let’s head up to my room and see how dangerous I can be,” Kara returned. She could tell her pupils were blown out as arousal and lust rushed through her body.
The two stumbled a bit in their haste to get to Kara’s room. The blonde fumbled a bit as she took the keys out of her clutch with Laurel pressed against her back, trailing feather light kisses up and down her neck. “You’re the one who’s dangerous,” Kara moaned as she finally managed to unlock her door and enter her room. She whirled around and pressed Laurel against the back of the door, pulling her in for a hot, wet kiss. She devoured the older girl’s mouth, tangling her tongue with her own.
Pulling the woman back towards her bed, Kara flicked on the red sun lamp as she went, instantly feeling her super strength leaching from her body. “Are you sure about this?” Laurel asked, her fingers tracing along the edges of Kara’s dress. “I know this, this will be your first time. Are you sure you don’t want something more, wine, flowers, candles…”
“All I need to make this special is being with someone I care about, someone I love,” Kara murmured, her lips grazing over the shell of Laurel’s ear.
“I love you too Kara,” Laurel breathed as she slowly slipped the dress from Kara’s body. Her hands found bare skin, pulling a moan from her blonde girlfriend. Kara’s own hands tugged on the brunette’s dress, loosing the tape holding it up, causing it to drop to the ground. Kicking off their heels, they both fell back on Kara’s bed, instantly coming together in a tangled mess of passion, limbs, and wet heat.
With the red sun lamp glowing in the darkened room, Kara had the stamina and strength of an average human. Sweat drenched her body as she shook with arousal and pleasure, moans and cries escaping her lips as Laurel touched her in places no one else had, causing her to reach heights she never dreamed of, even with her ability of flight. When her mind and body came back to her, Kara flipped the brunette over and tried her hardest to bring pleasure to her attentive lover. The older girl turned out to be a screamer, and Kara had to press their lips together and swallow the screams to keep someone from alerting campus security.
They explored each other with their hands and lips, pulling breathy cries and moans from each other before collapsing in an exhausted, sweaty heap on the bed, instantly dropping off into sleep. The next morning they woke in a tangle of limbs, Laurel still splayed on top of the younger girl, pinning her to the bed. A shiver of pleasure rolled through her body as she felt the press of bare skin against her body and opened her eyes, finding blue eyes staring at her with a beautiful mixture of adoration and need present in the gaze. Laurel could tell that the sheets were still sticky and stiff from sweat and fluid but pushed it aside to focus on her girlfriend.
She propped herself up over the younger girl, placing a hand on either side of her golden blonde head. “So,” Laurel started, leaning down to brush her nose against Kara’s. “Was it what you imagined?”
“No,” Kara whispered, causing the older girl to halt in her actions. “It was better. I didn’t think that I could ever feel like that, so out of control, so free.”
“Mhm, you do know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” Laurel asked, a laugh present in her voice. “Why don’t we see about causing you to lose control again?” Her lips found the side of Kara’s throat, nipping and biting at the skin, pulling a gasp and moan from the blonde.
“I have heard that sex is good for you,” Kara gasped out as Laurel continued to move lower, caressing her breasts with her lips.
“Well then,” Laurel continued, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against toned abs, “We best continue then, for our health after all.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Kara breathed out, her mind already shutting down as pleasure overrode her senses.
Laurel grinned and continued her trek downward, wondering in the back of her mind how she managed to deserve someone as special as the blonde.