Give me an O - Chapter 8

Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-1-66596789
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-2-67648011
Chapter 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-3-69137515
Chapter 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-4-70887437
Chapter 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-5-72415134
Chapter 6: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-6-74051066
Chapter 7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-7-75377410



Word count: 5,381




Lena endured some rough ruts in the past, and that was without a girlfriend to help her through - but this one promised to be the most difficult of them all, whether due to feelings or her physical bonding with Kara.

For two hours while Kara was in class, Lena sat in bed and stared at her laptop screen with no focus whatsoever. Kara couldn’t skip class, and Lena needed to complete an important paper. All she managed to do was scroll through several reference articles in a distracted and unblinking trance that made it impossible to process the material. She knew she was in deep when the mere scent of Kara’s perfume hit her nostrils and her body reacted.

Her arousal came on with a feverish spite and all of her previous emotional conflicts seemed to be resolved once and for all through her body: she was in love with Kara Danvers, and it made her absurdly weak to think of the dorky smile on her girlfriend’s face.

Lena jittered in place and tried not to overreact the moment she heard Kara’s key in the door. She still leapt up dramatically and hurried to take the books and bag from Kara’s arms so she could affectionately pull her close in a hug.

“There you are! How was class?” Lena asked and tried not to appear as desperately infatuated as she felt on the inside.

Kara wrapped both arms around Lena in clear contentment and nestled in close. “Above average, considering that I’m in heat and had to turn in two assignments. I missed you though. Did you finish your paper?”

Lena cast a hateful sidelong glance at her laptop. “I’ll finish it later. You’re back now.”

She didn’t expect Kara to check out her laptop screen and notice that she had made no amount of progress.

“Wait a minute, there’s nothing there.” Kara pointed at the blinking cursor on Lena’s document and frowned at her. “Don’t you need to turn this in tomorrow?”

“I usually finish my work on the morning right before it’s due. Do you want to take your jacket off?” Lena attempted to change the subject suavely and worked Kara’s coat part way off her arms.

Kara whirled around and stepped out of Lena’s close radius. “You can finish it now and I’ll just study for a bit. We don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize your scholarship.”

“But sex would help,” Lena sniffed with the smallest scrunch of her nose, which she prayed would make her look cute enough to get her way. “I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking about you and everything we did yesterday.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Kara asked with narrowed eyes that zeroed in on Lena’s poorly concealed erection.


The tented fabric of Lena’s pants strained, and Kara’s stern expression softened with the smallest smile on her lips.

Lena prematurely assumed that her pouting worked in her favor, and she was poised to slam her laptop shut to make better use of the bed. She hesitated with arched brows of confusion the second Kara cleared her throat dramatically.

“There’s two things I won’t tolerate in this relationship, Lena. Do you know what they are?” Kara inquired while she slipped out of her coat the rest of the way and slung it over the back of her chair. She stared Lena down and popped the first button of her collared shirt open, then held off on undoing the rest.

“Uh, poor communication?” Lena spat out with vested interest in how quickly Kara freed the second button on her shirt.

It was stupid how the slightest sliver of tanned skin excited Lena’s alpha, and she couldn’t even see Kara’s tits yet.

“And procrastination,” Kara intoned seriously and waited a beat before revealing a hint of lace when she opened the third and fourth button in rapid succession. “Luckily for you, I can help with both of those things. You should start your assignments whenever you get them. I never want us to be put in this position again where we feel rushed.”

“Oh, it won’t be rushed, I’ll get you off so good,” Lena promised with her thumbs already tucked into the waistband of her sweatpants. She had them down around her knees before she noticed that Kara had crossed her arms.

Lena faltered awkwardly with her shirt half raised and frowned at the unimpressed way Kara blinked at her desperation to get naked.

“No, you won’t, because we’re not having sex until you’ve finished that paper,” Kara informed her candidly and pointed to the laptop that Lena ought to have been using.

Lena balked and threw her shirt across the room to posture in her underwear. “But you just said–”

“That I’d help you, not that I’d put out,” Kara laughed and did the unthinkable by cupping her own breasts to squeeze and flaunt them in Lena’s face. “If I let you get your hands on these, it wouldn’t be long before I was melting into the bed and allowing you to knot me, and how much work would you get done when you’re nestled between my thighs? None, because you’d waste all your energy rutting me stupid, and I’d let it happen because I lose all sense when you’re inside me.”

The mental image of railing Kara right into the mattress over and over with a knot as wide as her fist slackened Lena’s jaw. For a pathetically long instant, all she could do was breathe heavily as her hormones raged and she trembled with the need to feel Kara.


“That’s not true. You — you’re too smart to become distracted by how great it would feel being stretched out on my knot—”

“Nice try.” Kara’s mirthful voice was sweet and entreating, and she dragged her seat over to the edge of the bed so that they were face to face when she sat down. “Here’s how this is going to work. For every hundred words you write, I’ll open another button.”

The proposition appealed to Lena, and she motioned to Kara’s shirt with a flick of her fingers. “You only have five left.”

“Then I guess my jeans will have to go next, or maybe I’ll take my bra off,” Kara teased and ran her hands down her body to tempt Lena into lustful cooperation.

“What happens when you’ve taken it all off?” Lena asked, thoroughly captivated by the little game that would help her concentrate.

“If you get to that stage, I’ll show you.” Kara promised and bit her lip flirtatiously. The delectable aroma of her heat would sway any alpha, and she seemed to understand that as she sat forward to let Lena peer down her top. “And don’t even think about cheating by writing nonsense, because I’ll read what you wrote afterwards.”

It could have been an awful arrangement if Lena didn’t have such a good view of Kara’s supple tits and firm nipples. She reached for her laptop without looking at the screen and worked for fifteen uninterrupted minutes. Most of the time, her eyes remained on Kara and her fingers glided across the keys.

Kara opened three more buttons, and Lena wrote a deep and philosophical interpretation of a novel she had skimmed earlier in the semester.

“Your top needs to come off now,” Lena determined with a glance between her laptop screen and Kara’s loosely contained bust.

Kara sensually made good on her promise by pulling the final button open. The pink lace underneath had no hope of concealing the little peaks that Lena wanted to flick and suck. Lena pondered the repercussions of sliding off Kara’s bra, but she was far too curious about the possible rewards at the end of the game.

“Are you going to put your lips on my cock after I’m done with this?” Lena conjectured and flipped through her notebook.

She needed several more paragraphs to complete the paper, and she had nothing left to say with Kara’s tits in reaching distance.

“Is that what you want?” Kara mused aloud and stood up to take a glimpse of Lena’s progress. She must have approved of what she saw, because the pink lace was next to come off, and Lena was stunned that Kara’s panties soon followed.

She thought having Kara naked would be the key to a quick finish, and the only problem was her cock agreed. Lena experienced an intense mortification at the euphoric pulsation that raced up her cock. Creamy seed threatened to pour out of her tip and she groaned miserably at her current predicament.

“Yes,” Lena stressed, tense in all the worst ways to counter the fact that her alpha was too weak at showing restraint. “You can see that I’m working. Doesn’t that count for anything? Shouldn’t I get a little reward to keep going?”

To beg for gratification went against everything in her, yet Lena caved so easily at the sight of those perfectly pert tits and the soft little triangle of curls that sat above Kara’s pussy. She throbbed with lust, and her body all but demanded that Kara submit to her needs since, on some level, this was all her fault. Logically Lena knew that was bullshit, but it made sense in the moment with a hard-on so big she could barely think.

“I suppose I could give you something to keep you motivated,” Kara murmured, the sultry sound bringing Lena’s hips up in expectation.

Kara moved the laptop to tug the front of Lena’s underwear down, and let it rest right beneath the already forming knot base of her cock. She breathed across the swollen glans that looked practically mauve and stopped just shy of kissing it with her glossy lips.

“Maybe physical stimulation isn’t what you need,” Kara uttered and sat up like she couldn’t hear Lena’s indignant sputter as she tried to refute that claim. “As an alpha in rut, my mouth might feel good, but biologically you’re wired to want to be here, aren’t you?”

Kara returned to her seat just to prop her feet on the bed. She spread her thighs and parted the pale pink of her labia to present the shimmery little cavern of her entrance. “This is what you’ve really been fixated on today, isn’t it, Lena? You’d do almost anything if it meant you could come inside my pussy again.”

Lena bit her lip so hard she would have winced if Kara hadn’t begun to clench deliberately. She could practically feel the hot massage of her pussy encasing her cock and moaned as a trickle of seed spilled down her shaft.

“See how tight and slick I am?” Kara knew exactly what she was doing with that question and added to it by dipping a singular fingertip into her silken entrance. “You want to rut me, don’t you? And put all of your warm, thick seed right here? I’ll let you do it if you finish your paper.”

The promise proved shamefully effective.

Lena had never been more focused in her entire life, and she even went above and beyond for her paper. She stroked over the keys with the same intensity she imagined Kara stroking over her cock. She barely paused between paragraphs, and within twenty minutes, she completed all of her work.

Kara hardly saw it as Lena spun the laptop to face her.

Without any other obstacles, Lena grabbed her by the waist to pull her straight onto her lap.


“I’m finally done, and that means you’re all mine now,” Lena growled against Kara’s lips, her tongue demanding entrance while she palmed at the omega’s ass and brought her cunt to the rigid pole that strained between her thighs.

“I was always yours,” Kara whimpered, her lashes fluttering with the first blunt prod of Lena’s broad tip.

Kara raised herself up as she rocked forward and loosely rested her forearms over Lena’s shoulders. She glided across Lena’s shaft to make it slippery with arousal before finally holding still for Lena to buck upwards.

Lena moved her hips with exuberance and groaned at the instant gratification of being inside of Kara’s hot pussy. She pushed into the tempting flutters and clutched tighter at Kara’s waist. Her eyes drifted from Kara’s mouth to her tits, and she kissed both with a lustful indulgence. She puckered her lips around each nipple until they perked against her tongue.

“You like to pretend that you possess more self control than I do, but you’ve needed me all day, haven’t you?” Lena asked with an arrogant jut of her chin that said her mind was already made up.

She angled her hips to take a few slower, deeper, strokes that stretched Kara’s labia and accentuated the stiffened pearl of her clit.

They both watched the gradual submersion, and Lena took it upon herself to thumb over Kara’s sensitive clit with light pressure to make her whine. “You’re so tight, and yet your pussy accepts every inch of me so easily. I remember when it pushed you to your limits to sit on my cock.”

The skillful ministration encouraged Kara to grind into Lena, and she tangled her fingers into the dark ponytail that kept Lena’s hair out of her face. The leverage gave Kara a chance to rock with more momentum, and she shuddered pleasurably at the friction.


“Do you want to do that again, Lena? Is your alpha desperate to test what I can endure now that you’ve had a taste of knotting me in rut?”

The mere mention of knotting increased the size of Lena’s base and she groaned unabashedly into Kara’s throat before sucking ravenously at the tanned skin. She would never bite down hard enough to claim her girlfriend, even though the urge was there whenever her teeth made contact with that special, pristine spot. It would signal to the world that Kara was taken, and the primal need to latch on drove her to perform.

Lena started thrusting upward at a speedier rate to bounce Kara on her cock. The wet smack of their loins rendered them both breathless, and Lena made good use of her stamina by keeping the fast pace despite the quivery spasm of Kara’s oncoming orgasm.

“As your mate, it’s only right that I get to train your pussy.” Lena growled into Kara’s ear, knowing full well that her possessive tendencies brought out the submissive side of Kara’s omega.

“Because it’s yours to have?” Kara questioned with glazed eyes that rolled back with the onslaught of Lena’s thrusts.

Creamier slick lubricated the girthy length of Lena’s shaft and Kara rolled her pelvis with practiced ease.

“What if I can’t take it?” Kara gasped and shuddered from Lena’s deepest strokes.

There was no doubt in Lena’s mind that Kara’s cute little pout was meant to rile her, and she succumbed to her baser instincts by rolling them over to properly lunge into Kara’s cinching heat.

“You will, because you’re my good girl, and you like it when I take command of your pleasure, don’t you?”

Lena punctuated her question by slamming harder into Kara. The force rattled the head board, but nothing felt better than the way her omega held onto her with both arms and secured her thighs about her waist.

“Yes-ohh god, Lena–”

“I love when you call my name like that, so breathy and eager for me to keep going,” Lena divulged, her own voice raspy and raw from the guttural moans of being sheathed in Kara’s pussy.

She wanted to be closer to the omega, to be wrapped up in her so thoroughly that she couldn’t determine where she began and where Kara ended.

Maybe it was the influx of emotions that brought on her climax, or the unrelenting contractions of Kara’s silken walls that pulled it straight out of her. Either way, Lena lurched with a grunt, her whole body convulsing with the pulsations that shot up her shaft.

She powered through the bliss, her alpha unwilling to stop the perpetual revolution of her pelvis when Kara sounded so damn good receiving it. She nipped at Kara’s throat and kissed over her clavicles in her path downward to her girlfriend’s tits.

“What if I stopped right now?” Lena uttered in a fit of madness that her alpha rebelled against. “Would you beg me to continue?”

Whatever seduction she had hoped to execute instantly failed when she pulled out to observe the beautiful cherry hues of Kara’s pussy squeezing internally. Shimmery seed trickled freely from Kara’s entrance, and Lena was set to hold off on pushing it back in with the feverish idea that Kara would plead for more.

“I wouldn’t have to beg,” Kara intoned seriously and snapped Lena out of her hedonistic haze by grabbing the base of her cock. She jerked it towards her mouth with a sly smile and parted her lips as she stared up at Lena with those pretty blue eyes that saw through all of Lena’s nonsense.

Lena was too stunned to move, and her ragged exhales sounded close to a whine once or twice when Kara refused to let her lips grace the tip of her cock. She tried bucking subtly, and even took over holding her cock to guide it to Kara’s mouth, but her girlfriend evaded her attempts with a flirtatious smile.

“Come a little closer, baby. Are you going to suck it now?” Lena didn’t fully comprehend the lesson she was getting until sexual greed robbed her of self-respect, and then it was too late to pretend she was better than that. “What about a kiss? You know how much it turns me on when you do that. Plea—uh–wait, no, I didn’t mean that–”

“Sure you did,” Kara teased and took the sting out of Lena’s hurt pride by swirling her tongue around the brim of her glans. She puckered just enough to leave the tip messy with lip gloss and grinned at Lena’s mortified stench. “My big, bad alpha isn’t used to being weak for anyone, but it’s okay, because I’m just as weak for her, too.”

Lena didn’t require a demonstration, but she was happy to get one. Kara soothed her ego with sensual sucks and popped her lips over the whole circumference of her helmet with a level of determination that captivated Lena with rapturous need.

The flutter of Kara’s tongue coaxed her forward and Lena groaned at the encompassing warmth that bathed her length. She was patient with Kara’s teasing and only stroked her fingers through the omega’s blonde hair in adoration. If she didn’t love Kara, she might have allowed her alpha to take more, but her emotions were greater than her insatiable lust. Somehow that made the act even better, and Lena reveled in the oral attention.

“God you’re so good to me,” Lena murmured, too lost in the velvety sensation of being rubbed into Kara’s inner cheek to filter herself. “You know exactly what to do to get me wrapped around your finger.”

“I’d rather be wrapped around you.” Kara’s sultry whisper was slurred and she gave herself no time to breathe as she gorged herself anew on Lena’s erection. The slurping tug of her lips worked in tandem with her hands, which fondled and stroked all over Lena’s base with the intimate knowledge of where she was most sensitive.

There was no reprieve from the pleasure, and the tension of Lena’s core shortened her breaths. She wanted to savor the moment, to say something that laid bare all of her feelings, but all that came out was a strangled, “Oh fuck, yeah, take me deeper.”

Kara complied with a moan that sent vibrations all through Lena’s cock, and her slurping dedication resulted in a trembling finish. Kara swallowed every drop Lena had to give, and the moment she pulled back to gasp, Lena pinned her to the bed to kiss her like they had never made out before.

She put everything into the meeting of their lips, and expressed her feelings with the tip of her tongue as it glided across Kara’s in slow appreciation. She was in love, and against all odds, it was reciprocated.

That simple realization sustained Lena’s hope and convinced her that nothing could ruin it right up until she showed up at cheer practice to find Victoria going over the drills with most of the squad.

Victoria sneered at her arrival and clapped her hands together to call for a five-minute break. “Okay, everyone, grab some water and shake off the stress of the upcoming competition.”

It counted as mutiny to gather everyone together outside of normal hours, and no one but Victoria would so much as glance in Lena’s direction. They all looked tired, perplexed, and like they had participated in a full cheer session without her.

Eve walked out of the locker room with a frown of confusion on her face. Sam and a few others headed towards the mat just as Victoria decided to greet Lena.

“I thought you would need the day off, since you’re in rut and stupidly in love with your peer mediator.” Victoria sniffed at the absurdity of Lena’s new emotional attachments and pretended to choke on pheromones in the air.

“One thing you should know about me, Victoria: I don’t take time off, and I would never ask the least capable person on the squad to lead it.” Lena slipped her arms across her chest and decided to work her team extra hard for their willingness to follow Victoria’s plot against her. “Practice isn’t over yet. Back into your positions. We’re going to run through our competition routines from the top.”

Due to her years of experience, Lena knew just how much punishment her teammates could handle, and when it would be risking injury to continue. She saw that her squad wanted to bow out from the ongoing practice, but she couldn’t let them leave if she hoped to win first place.

“We’ve already done this,” Winn complained from the front line. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and huffed out an irritated breath that Lena wanted to return.

She could taste the words she wanted to spit at him, and though the temptation moved her forward with a scowl, she restrained her awful impulses for a change and shook her head. “Too bad. Practice just started, and if you can’t keep up, that’s on you. I expect excellence, and I’m the only one here that can push you to it.”

“She would rather push you all off a ledge than take a step back,” Victoria stressed with a combative scent that made it clear she viewed Lena as her rival for the squad's allegiance. “Are you really going to listen to someone who tears you down every chance she gets?”

Some of the cheerleaders shared glances among themselves as if silently trying to gauge how the rest of them felt, and Lena felt bile rise up the back of her throat. “Fall in line, Victoria, or pick a bench. Those are your options.”

“You’re not a drill sergeant, Luthor. The squad can make up their own minds on who to follow,” Victoria hissed with critical narrowed eyes that swept down her in judgment. She scoffed at the way Lena postured and shouldered her way into the spotlight by getting in front of Lena to assess the squad with a grin.

The sound of Lena’s teeth snapping shut ought to have warned Victoria not to push her, but the insubordinate bitch refused to join the team.

Lena ignored her as she called out moves as part of their warm-up, and for the first five minutes everyone listened to her directions.

Things took a turn the moment Lena began to call out specific maneuvers. She gave instructions to the tumblers to perform backbend kickovers, and Victoria contested it to tell them to do back handsprings instead. It set the tone for the rest of practice, with several members of the squad choosing to listen to Victoria out of spite.

“Winn, kick those legs higher,” Victoria demanded, her jaw tense as she barked orders. “Now finish with an aerial–”

“Stick to the choreography we’ve already established,” Lena yelled as a couple of the omegas clashed in the chaos.

Some of them switched out a roundoff, back handspring, and back tuck with a front tuck, roundoff, back handspring, and layout twist.

“She doesn’t believe in any of you, but I do,” Victoria bragged, like she found it all to be a popularity contest without any risks. “Show her what we practiced without her help.”

“You’re pushing them too hard. Someone’s going to get hurt.” Lena gritted out, the tension in her body sparking a headache as she witnessed some of the squad getting sloppy with their landings.

“Blow me, Luthor, the only one hurt here is you. Why don’t you run off to your mediator and let her lick your wounds?” Victoria’s smirk looked positively vicious, and she glanced to see if Kara was present.

For once, the mediator was late – not that Lena had noticed as she clenched her fists.

The taunt would have started one hell of a fight in the past, but Lena’s focus was on her squad and not Victoria’s asinine verbal attacks. Winn overshot one of his aerials, and it put him several yards beyond his spot for catching Eve as she spun in the air with the full belief he would catch her like usual.

“Watch out!” Lena shouted, and she broke into a sprint without even thinking about it.


She skidded between Sam and Winn just as Eve plummeted and used herself as a landing mat to stop her friend from bashing her face against the thick rubber.

The clatter and groans of several other cheerleaders brought an end to practice, and Lena was livid and in pain as Sam helped to pull her onto her feet.

“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid. I would never put any of you in danger, don’t you get that? This squad means more to me than medals. I always put your safety first. Could I be nicer about it? Yeah, and I will be, but that means you need to give me a chance to prove that I can do better, just like I’ve given all of you.”

Not far behind her, Lena heard the distinct sound of someone clearing her throat. She whipped around to the sight of Coach Grant, Dean Danvers and Kara observing her efforts to get through to her squad. Her stomach dropped as she made eye contact with Kara, and she wondered if this would be her final day as cheer captain.

“Well said, Lena.” Kara clasped her hands together and strode across the mat to smile at her. “I think your speech drives home the fact that you’ve changed your leadership style considerably.”

“Have I?” Lena asked out of suspicion and blinked as she realized that Kara was attempting to save her. “I mean – I have. I care about everyone. I really do.”

It brought a grumpy and befuddled frown to her lips to think about all the ways she changed as a person. Caring about anyonewas a precarious business, and she just admitted how she felt with too many witnesses around. She would never get back her tough edge, and she was beginning to regret allowing any of them to see the softness beneath her hard exterior.

To her disgust, some of her friends gathered around and hugged her. Winn even wrapped her in a sweaty hug, and Lena crinkled her nose in irritation—not because he smelled like the bottom of a gym bag, but because she didn’t feel the immediate need to shove him onto his ass.

“I have to be honest, Victoria almost re-arranged my face twice today,” Winn confided in the middle of the embrace and glanced over his shoulder at his offended teammate. “What? It’s true. I want alphas and omegas to fall all over me, but not like this.”

Coach Grant rolled her eyes at the revolting display of affection and blew her whistle to end it. “Okay, back to work, all of you. We have a competition ahead of us, and unless someone is severely injured, I expect you all to keep training.”

Dean Danvers squinted at their coach and pursed her lips together in consideration. “Coach Grant, may I please have a word with you in your office?”

A pensive silence fell over the squad, and Lena immediately took a step forward to follow Coach Grant. The panic she experienced squeezed her lungs, and if not for the reassuring way her mentor met her steady stare, she might have messed up her progress by causing a scene.

“Looks like this could be it for you,” Victoria murmured wistfully and poked at the bruise already forming on Lena’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you hold your breath while we wait?” Lena suggested spitefully and managed to control her temper before she did something reckless to her rival.

Victoria elbowed her way past Lena with a scoff and ventured into the locker room with her head held high. Lena would have enjoyed confronting her alone, but her trepidation went beyond herself and to the rest of her squad. If she lost her place as captain, she doubted Victoria would have their best interests at heart when her primary motivation was to rub it in Lena’s face that she had been replaced.

“What do you think they’re talking about in there?” Eve asked, her usual peppy tone subdued as she glanced between Lena and Kara for their opinions.

“My scholarship,” Lena stated rather stoically and crossed her arms with a wince at the throbbing pain through her arm. “They’re probably working out if I can stay on as captain after all of the friction my leadership caused.”

“They can’t kick you out. Coach Grant would probably quit if the Dean tried to pull that,” Sam confided in solidarity and clapped Lena on the back to try and cheer her up.

After that didn’t elicit a smile or any real reaction from Lena, the squad turned to Kara for guidance.

“You’ve come too far to let yourself get dragged down with negativity,” Kara breathed in her soft and optimistic tone. “We saw how you raced in to save Eve from injury, even though it meant risking yourself.”

“Oh please, anyone would have done the same,” Lena argued, though she lacked her usual bite and felt absurdly vulnerable.

“Victoria didn’t,” Kara pointed out tactfully and lightly brushed her fingertips over the heated bruise forming on Lena’s pale skin. “In fact, she didn’t even seem to sense the danger she was putting her friends in.”

It wasn’t appropriate to shiver lustfully when her girlfriend was showing concern, but that little caress spread tendrils of electricity all through Lena and she exhaled heavier because of it. “Yeah, well, in Victoria’s defense, it’s hard to see with the size of her ego getting in the way.”

“I thought you said you were going to be nicer if we kept you on as captain?” Winn inquired shrewdly and pursed his lips to show his skepticism.

“Did you hear me call her a bitch? This is me being nice,” Lena informed him candidly. She was oddly relieved to see him crack a grin, and she leaned into Kara without any fear of what the rest of her squad might think.

They all remained huddled in front of Coach Grant’s office for a good ten minutes before Dean Danvers finally exited.

The Dean took a parting glance at Lena and departed with a few cryptic but
cheerful words of encouragement for everyone. “Best of luck for competition season.”

Lena practically flew into the office afterwards and spotted her coach polishing one of their more recent trophies.

Cat looked pissed to see her in there and dropped her special cleaning cloth on her desk. “Luthor, you’ll be happy to know that the Dean is no longer recommending you for peer mediation. Now hurry along and get back to work, or I’ll have you polishing these trophies for me after practice. Chop, chop.”