Fighting Fire with Fire

Rating: Explicit, GP Kara.


Description: Kara makes a timely rescue, and the woman she saves tries to kindle a relationship with her. Lena, her wife, is all too ready to put an end to the woman's advances.


Tags: Sweet dork Kara, Firefighter Kara, Nurse Lena, Kara POV, Jealousy (Lena), Romance, comedy, fluff, Domestic/married Supercorp, GP Kara, cream pies, Smut, Oral (Kara), fingering, Car sex.


Word count: 9,436

At the age of seven, with gaps in her teeth and crooked bangs, Kara Danvers figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Two firefighters visited her school, and she returned home that day with a flimsy red hat and a coloring book with a dalmatian on the cover. For the rest of that year, she was obsessed with dalmatian puppies, dressing in clunky boots, and putting out fires — including her mother’s coconut scented candles, the family barbecue, and the crackling log at Christmas time.

Most kids would change their minds about what they wanted to do when they grew up at different points in their teens and twenties, but Kara was committed and steadfast about her goals. Her desire to do good came from an intrinsic place—from personal experiences of love and loss, and her hope of preventing other tragedies. Those factors motivated her to become the best firefighter she could be. Before she went through any formal training, Kara put herself through a rigorous physical preparation. As soon as she turned eighteen, she was ready — and with a little more formal education under her belt and plenty of encouragement from her sister, she rose through the ranks from rookie to lieutenant in no time.

Right before her promotion, she ended up in the hospital after hurting her arm during a building collapse. It suspended her from duty for two weeks, but that turned out to be her lucky night. She met a nurse named Lena Luthor, and by the time she was admitted for x-rays, Kara knew she could fall in love.



That fateful night, she had smiled at Lena as she entered the room and tried to sit up straighter as she cradled her arm, though all it did was emphasize something else Lena hadn't been expecting.



A bulge that was definitely not meant to be there.

Lena seemed unable take her eyes off the visible outline, and in lieu of a normal greeting, her eyes widened and she blurted out, “I see you’ve brought your hose with you.”

“If you like that, you should see my other one. I’m Kara, by the way.” Kara smiled at the deepening blush of Lena’s mortification. “Are you here to give me a sponge bath?”

“You’re lively for someone who was trapped under the rubble of a burning building,” Lena intoned through a smile and lifted her penlight to shine it into Kara’s eyes, as if to stop her from staring expectantly into her own. “No sign of concussion–”

“You should tell me your number just to be sure. You know, to check my memory.” Kara’s handsome face went a long way in convincing Lena to actually recite those digits.

Their first date was a week later, and at the two-month mark of their relationship Kara shocked her by proposing. Life was short, and they both saw that in their line of work. There was no doubt in Kara’s mind that she wanted to spend the rest of hers with Lena by her side.

They were teased mercilessly by their friends for getting married seven months later, but nobody could deny how perfect they were as a couple. Lena was smart, and beautiful, and one hell of a flirt, but under it all she had the biggest heart, and Kara adored her for it.

On the days that Kara wasn’t rushed out of bed to the sound of alarm bells at work, she woke up to the prettiest woman in the world. Lena slept in nothing but the bedsheets and her wedding ring.

A week before their three-month anniversary as newlyweds, Lena stirred with a smile on her face while Kara was still half asleep and spread eagle beneath the sheets.

Lena moved her hand under the blankets to stroke Kara’s erect cock and stir her into fully awakening.

“Good morning to you,” Lena commented and lifted her eyebrow as Kara groaned and immediately rolled over to partially climb on top of her. They kissed languidly, and Kara licked across her bottom lip before sliding her tongue into her mouth.

“Best morning, I love you,” Kara mumbled, still drowsy but eager to reciprocate.

She covered Lena’s jaw with light kisses and worked her way down towards her breasts as she reached between Lena’s thighs to find her wet.

While other couples liked to start the day with a fresh pot of coffee and something to eat, they both preferred orgasms.

Lena opened her legs as Kara pushed two fingers between her pussy lips and brushed her clit.

The foreplay was cut short due to Kara’s emergency phone going off. Lena knew the drill, and as Kara flung herself out of bed with a frustrated groan, she hurried into a robe and ran downstairs.


Kara would be dressed and out the door in under sixty seconds, and that gave Lena hardly any time to grab her breakfast.

Lena snatched a pre-packed lunch she made the night prior and a flask of coffee that she kept on hand in case Kara was called off in the early morning hours. Kara hurried to the door in her suit, and Lena hurried to see her off, and pushed the items into Kara’s hand as she leaned in for a fast kiss.

“I’m so sorry,” Kara barely breathed out.

“Go! And be safe! Call me the minute you’re back at the Station,” Lena demanded.

It was never easy leaving like that, but Lena understood better than most what it was like to feel called to do good. She lingered at the door until Kara turned around a corner and drove out of sight.

The fire truck had already been dispatched to the location, and Kara met the rest of her team on the streets in front of a ten-story school building. They needed all hands on deck to evacuate the students and staff safely.

Teachers and children stood in rows outside, and the administrators hurried to gather head counts. With a chain of command already established, Kara spoke to her captain for information on the lay-out of the building. She wasted no time in bringing together another group to enter the south-east side.

The fire had started on the seventh floor and was already spreading through the sixth and eighth. Kara knew every second counted as she assessed the stairwells and hurried up them with good men and women behind her.

She motioned for them to search the rooms on each floor, knowing that her captain Jon already had the ladders up to the eighth and tenth floors.

It was imperative that they safely evacuate anyone who had been trapped above the blaze because they were the ones who might not make it out.

The closer they came to the sixth floor, the more smoke billow around them, and if not for her safety gear, their lungs would have burned from the acrid heat of it.

Her team escorted teachers on the lower floors out of the premises. Only James remained by Kara’s side, and with fast reflexes, he shoved her out of the way of a falling beam.

The fire ravaged the wood, licking and splintering it as the weight of the building began to threaten the structure’s integrity. Metal bannisters were too hot to touch, and Kara shouldered her way through a door after testing to make sure it was safe from any backdraft.

The windows in the room had already exploded from the heat and she doubled back to see that James had located a child who was barely conscious beneath blankets where he must have been hiding.

“Get him out of here!” Kara commanded, ready to follow them when she heard an unmistakable metal clang that wasn’t caused by the inferno.

The noise disoriented her as she stumbled into the hallway, returning to the worst of it with the determination to check again before heading out.

The sixth-floor ceilings were barely holding on as fire spread out above her like frantic, bright waves that defied gravity.

Adrenaline kept her pushing forward through the thick smoke, and the further she went, the louder the noise became.

It hit her all too late that someone must have gotten trapped in the elevator, and she barrelled ahead against her own safety to grip at the metal doors with her thick gloved fingers.

“Stand back, I’ll get you out of here!” Kara yelled and used her axe to wedge into the metal doors.

She grunted as she tried to pry them far enough apart to get her hands inside, and then it was all down to her own muscles to shove the doors aside as fast as she could.

The heat made it difficult, and the debris that fell all around her added pressure for Kara to hurry. She strained against the elevator doors, her teeth clenched and arms aching from the force she used to wrench them barely two feet open.

The elevator had dropped below the landing, and in the corner with wide panicked eyes was a redhead who looked ready to faint. Mascara ran down her face in jagged streaks and Kara crouched down to stick her hand through the gap she created.

“You’re going to be okay. Take my hand–”

“I can’t!” The woman screamed, curling in on herself as the elevator groaned and shifted several inches with a screech.

“What’s your name?” Kara asked, trying to stay calm to put her at ease.

“Jenna,” The redhead wailed, practically on her knees as smoke began to fill the small enclosure of the elevator.

“Jenna, you can do this! Get up and grab my hand. I promise I’ll get you out of here.” Kara’s pep talk was more fierce than friendly, but the firmness of her tone shook Jenna out of her terror and she sprang up to take hold of Kara’s gloved hand.

“Climb up, that’s it,” Kara instructed as she pulled Jenna by the arm and grabbed hold of her by the elbow to yank her the rest of the way.

Kara staggered as Jenna latched onto her in fear. She thought nothing of it as she scooped the woman into her arms and hurried down the flight of stairs.

“You did great, Jenna, just keep your face hidden and we’ll be out of here soon,” Kara promised, her own heart racing as she heard the creak of floorboards warping with the heat.

She avoided the fallen beam almost blindly in the thick smoke and used her shoulder to feel the wall as she took a turn down the hallway and towards the next stairwell.

Flames chased her out of the fifth floor, but by the third, she was able to see again.

James and the rest of her team were already heading back in to find her when she made it to the second floor, and they led the way down to the first and out of the building where everyone else was waiting.

“You were supposed to be right behind me,” James griped, his hand finding Kara’s shoulder with enough weight to convey how grateful he was that she wasn’t stuck beneath burning rubble.

“Couldn’t leave anyone behind,” Kara breathed as she came to a stop by the designated safety zone with Jenna still in her arms. She attempted to set her down and was surprised to find Jenna still clinging to her by the shoulders.

“Uh, ma’am, you’re safe now,” Kara politely reassured her, but Jenna latched on harder and sniffled.

Kara sighed and placed a comforting hand onto her back. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be just fine.”

“Thank you,” Jenna stuttered with rosy cheeks and gasping breaths. “Thank you for saving me. I thought—I can’t believe you found me—I was so sure I was going to–”

“Not on my watch,” Kara soothed and finally stepped back from Jenna. She whipped her helmet and breathing apparatus off to reveal her flushed and sweaty face. “Let the medical staff check you over, okay? They’re right there waiting for you.”

Jenna seemed taken aback after seeing Kara without protective gear. Her eyes shined with gratitude and she coquettishly flipped her hair off her shoulder. With the number of EMTs crowding around them, Kara missed the marks of attraction and went about her normal business.

She headed back to the station to wash up and eat a hot meal with no expectations of seeing Lena until after their shifts ended. It came as a surprise when she no sooner sank into her chair than her wife ran into the office of the fire station and embraced her.

“I saw the news, and you forgot to call—"

Kara threw her arms around Lena’s shoulders and soothed the fright that had taken root. She hadn’t anticipated that any more than she anticipated a string of reporters setting up shop outside of the station and featuring her as “local hero” of the year.

Lena took deep breaths and hugged her tighter until the initial panic wore off. “I watched that school building collapse on Channel 10 this morning, and I just assumed the worst because I couldn’t reach you.”

Nia stepped out of the bunk room and smiled at them. “Come on, Mrs. Danvers, you didn’t think we’d let anything bad happen to our lieutenant, did you?”

“You forget the reason I first met her was because of a situation like this,” Lena intoned wryly and turned to catch Kara by the chin to look her dead in the eye. Tremors worked their way through her bottom lip and fingers as she leaned closer. “I had no way of knowing you were safe.”

Kara crumbled under the weight of Lena’s concern and shifted in her seat to pull her wife onto her knee like they were back home and not in the middle of the station.

“I’m sorry,” Kara whispered sincerely and grasped at Lena’s waist to feel the warmth of her skin. She traced a thumb beneath the fabric of Lena’s blouse and pressed her forehead to her wife’s with a sigh. “It all happened so fast, and I think the adrenaline had me moving on auto-pilot. I won’t forget again.”

“You had better not, or the only hot situations you’ll find yourself in will be at work,” Lena warned, her narrowed eyes issuing threats that they both knew would never come to fruition.

Kara laughed in spite of the blush that changed her tanned complexion. She went in for a kiss that Lena was more than happy to reciprocate, and neither of them pulled back until Nia cleared her throat to remind them she was still there.

“So, uh, I heard you baked us brownies for a job well done. Can I have some, or are we all being punished for Kara’s bad behavior?” Nia pointed her thumb toward a Tupperware container and took a step closer to them like a child trying to steal treats.

“Punishment does have a nice ring to it,” Lena mused with a teasing smirk. She inconspicuously moved on Kara’s lap to rub her backside against her cock. “I suppose I could give them to somebody else, or put them in the trash–”

“Whoa, hold on there, Kara is still in one piece.” Nia raised her voice like she was in the middle of a hostage negotiation and dived dramatically to pull the lid from the Tupperware.

The chocolatey aroma might have made Nia groan, but that wasn’t why Kara also made a noise.

While her friend grabbed a treat, she had to sit perfectly still while her wife slid her hand down her thigh to pet her forming erection.

It was a mercy when James and their captain walked in, because Lena stood up to snatch the container out of Nia’s hands and offered them some of the baked goods.

“None for Kara, though,” Lena stipulated slyly and encouraged James to take another.

“How is that even fair? I deserve at least a whole batch to myself,” Kara complained and stood up at a delay when she was sure it wouldn’t be obvious that she was half-mast.

She tried to grab the container from James, and he dodged her with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, you can have a muffin,” Jenna cooed from the doorway and walked in like someone had personally invited her to join them. She held a large tray of freshly baked blueberry muffins and stopped shy of handing them all to Kara. “I just wanted to pop by and say thank you again for rescuing me this morning. I figured you worked up an appetite after carrying me down all those stairs.”

Lena zeroed in on the interruption with a squint and a tightened jaw. “Who’s this?”

“Miss Jenna McClean, second grade teacher at Lane Elementary,” Jenna replied and put her dainty hand out to Lena. “And who might you be?”

“Mrs. Lena Danvers, R.N. and Kara’s wife,” Lena recited her titles with emphasis and pride. She snatched the container of brownies out of James’ hand and shoved them into Kara’s without even glancing at her. “I bake her treats on a daily basis.”

Kara blinked as she went from having no snacks to holding a whole tray of muffins and a large Tupperware of brownies. She would have liked to eat something but her hands were full so she could only stare down at the nearest brownie that looked like it was glistening with chocolate and a stripe of peanut butter through the top.

Jenna smiled shrewdly and lowered her hand without ever touching Lena. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a business cart. “I have a side business with a five-star Google rating. Maybe you can hang up your apron, because I plan to spoil all of the firefighters at this station for a very long time. It’s one of the ways I can say thanks.”

“You really don’t have to do that,” Kara protested just as she finally figured out how to hold the tray so she could grab a muffin.

She popped it into her mouth because it was easier than opening a container to take a brownie, and she only felt guilty when she caught sight of Lena’s offended glare.

Nia chomped the top from a muffin with eyes that went wide from enjoyment and then cut Kara off before she could insist that Jenna didn’t owe them any sweets. “Kara, we don’t turn down any favors at this fire house, least of all when they involve a kind lady who’s offering to bake for us.”

“Listen to your friend,” Jenna uttered with a flirtatious glance up at Kara and reached out to take hold of her muscular forearm. “There are plenty of other things I’d like you to taste. Besides, you deserve some extra special treatment for all of your heroics.”

“And rest assured she’ll get it, at home,” Lena seethed and positioned herself so that her glare was unmissable. She slid her hand into Kara’s back pocket and pressed herself closer.

Kara realized all too late what was happening, and by then she had already wedged herself between them both.

She motioned to Nia with her eyes to take the food out of her hands so she could do something, but her friend was too busy enjoying the drama that was unfolding.

“Well, I’ll be sure to keep her satisfied until then.” Jenna’s smile was laced with fake sweetness as she stared at Lena and took her hand back. She stayed in Kara’s proximity and made it awkward for everyone else who was gathered around for a muffin. “If you tell me your favorite thing to eat, I’ll make it for tomorrow.”

Kara tried to shift the pan of muffins in front of her like a buffer zone as she felt Lena’s fingers curl possessively to grab her ass cheek.

“Oh—that’s uh-kind of you, but–”

“It’s not something you can cook,” Lena bluntly stated, her smirk victorious if not sexually charged as she tipped her head up to see the sweat beading on Kara’s forehead.

Jenna pursed her lips together in offense and Kara unceremoniously chose that second to dump the baked goods on the table.


“Family recipe,” Kara explained, though her laughter was weak as she waved off Lena’s blatant innuendo.

Kara motioned to the press all gearing up with cameras outside the station and saw an opportunity to gently encourage Jenna to leave before Lena found a way to mention their sex life again.

“You might want to head out before this circus gets started. They’re never usually like this.”

“Oh, that’s my fault,” Jenna bragged, her smile directed to Lena before she fluttered her lashes at Kara. “I informed them about your acts of selflessness and bravery.”

Kara clenched her teeth in discomfort as she glanced through the window at the reporters speaking into microphones and giving the live news.

She had helped out hundreds if not thousands of people during her career and never received this kind of over-the-top fanfare for it. Being in the spotlight made her uneasy, but she didn’t want Jenna to feel snubbed.

Kara shrugged off the attention and left all of the baked goods on the counter for her colleagues to enjoy.  “I was just doing my job.”

Jenna clutched at her chest and sighed at that. “I should have known you would be modest, too. You’re just a well-rounded and wonderful person, aren’t you?”

“She really is incredible, and that’s why I said yes when she proposed to me,” Lena cut in and stepped in front of Kara to smooth her hands down her shirt and fuss with her collar.

Kara couldn’t hide the smile that brightened her face any more than Jenna could hide the jealousy that flared her nostrils.

James finally finished his second brownie and grabbed another as he walked over to Jenna with a polite smile and ushered her out of the kitchen. “Ma’am, the firehouse is going to get crowded with the turnover of shifts. Why don’t I walk you out?”

Lena gloated by side-eyeing Jenna as she raised herself onto her tiptoes to kiss Kara in front of everyone.

Kara knew it was a way for Lena to mark her territory, and she played into it by looping her arms around her wife’s waist and lifting her up. She loved the playful shriek Lena let out as she threw her over her shoulder.

“You heard James. My shift is over, and that means we’re going straight home.”

It might not have been the candid shots the press hoped to get, but Kara thought it was hilarious as cameras flashed around them.

Lena only sulked for a few minutes until Kara casually reminded her that everyone would see it, and that included Jenna.

Miraculously that made it all better.

Kara took her truck home and Lena drove on ahead of her. They both parked in the driveway, and it was a race to see which one of them could dash inside faster.

Despite pulling in second, Kara was the first through the door, and she lifted Lena back into her arms on the threshold. Lena grabbed her face and kissed her with an audible moan of lust.

“Now it’s my turn to thank you for being everyone’s hero,” Lena husked and tore at the buttons on her blouse to present Kara with her two favorite rewards.

Encased in a black lace with her nipples peeking through the fabric, Lena’s tits were such a distraction that Kara nearly tripped on the doormat. She locked up behind her while holding Lena and walked to the stairs without incident.

“Oh gosh, have I ever told you this is best way to unwind after a stressful day?” Kara stared appreciatively at her wife’s cleavage and marched up to their bedroom.

She couldn’t bear to lift her face away from the wonderful swells right beneath her nose and kissed at Lena’s neck on the way down the hall.

Above their bed hung a natural pampas grass wreath and a frame with the phrase “Stronger Together” in cursive writing—both of which had the habit of falling from the wall whenever Kara spent intimate time with her wife.

“I might have noticed that my boobs help you relax the week after we started dating,” Lena intoned and unsnapped her bra to toss it aside in the general direction of their hamper.

Kara gaped at the perfect creamy skin and the scarlet tones of Lena’s nipples. She pressed her lips to one and grabbed the other, moaning just from the sensations of Lena straddling her as she sank onto the bed.

“What else did you notice?” Kara asked in breathless amazement and worked at the buckle on her pants without unseating Lena.

“That you were hard about twenty minutes into our first date.” Lena clawed the belt the rest of the way off and shifted just far enough to get rid of Kara’s jeans.

They hurried to discard their boxers and panties and Lena made herself comfortable again in Kara’s lap.

If Kara hadn’t developed a straining erection before, she certainly had one now that she could feel the smooth texture of Lena’s cunt and the light strip of the softest hair above it. Lena began a pleasurable grind over Kara’s long cock, sheathing it in her pussy lips in back-and-forth friction.

“God, you’re especially hard right now.” Lena gasped as the head of Kara’s cock rubbed her clit out of its tender little hood and massaged at her opening.

Kara experienced an explosive pressure from the lowest part of her shaft, the build-up to a much needed moment of sexual relief. She bucked with the gentlest of hip motions as Lena continued to slide over her.

“You can take credit for that,” Kara moaned, curling her fingers into Lena’s hips to take control of her undulations.

The slippery glide against her girth was slow and teasing, and she took deeper breaths to make it last.

“I have since the moment I met you,” Lena whispered, her grin nothing short of smug as she pressed her breasts into Kara’s face on every rock forward. “Do you have any idea how affirming it is when I can make your throb in your pants just from sending you a heated look across the room?”

Kara’s spine went rigid as Lena sank lower to envelope the plump glans of her erection. It nestled into the tight space of her cunt without permission to sink in fully and she pumped her hips in increments to breach her wife’s silken opening.


“Sometimes all it takes is the thought of you. I’ve pitched more tents at the Firehouse than I have in nature.”

“And you haven’t sent me a single picture?” Lena scolded as though disappointed and rolled her pelvis more firmly to keep Kara’s tip trapped against the flutter of her entrance. “To think all this time, I could have been sending you nudes for inspiration.”

Kara’s eyes fell shut in pleasure and she grabbed fistfuls of Lena’s ass to encourage her to grind harder on her shaft. “God, I never thought–”

“About seeing my tight pussy glistening and ready to take your cock?” Lena teased, lifting herself up just enough to give Kara a glimpse at the heated colors between her inner lips. “My knees up so I’m perfectly spread? I’d probably start touching myself, Kara. I could send you clips when I’m knuckle deep.”

There was only so much Kara could take, and she hit her limit for teasing as her cock convulsed expectantly. She groaned as she pulled Lena onto her shaft and slotted herself inside as the first pulse of seed blasted out of her.

It took hardly any effort to shift positions, and Lena was soon on her back with Kara between her thighs, thrusting through her first climax. The carnal clamping around her cock was sublime, and Lena’s pussy stroked her to powerful orgasm. Kara charged her hips forward until she exhausted her urges and started all over again. Her spine straightened and bowed, and she was huffing heavily when she finished.

“You’re so good to me, Lena — and so good at taking my cock.”

Kara could never quite believe the silkiness of Lena’s arousal or how she stretched inside for more. The quivering space inside Lena’s cunt clenched to stop Kara from pulling out, and she groaned as her wife raised her knees.

Lena locked her ankles around the back of Kara’s thighs, and the leverage gave her the ability to lift upward.

Sounds of pleasure stuck in Lena’s throat as she spread herself with Kara’s girth. The wet noise of their merging became louder as they synchronized.

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” Lena rasped, scraping her teeth over the tanned skin of Kara’s throat where her pulse thumped the fastest. “Your ability to stay hard has spoiled me, Kara. I’d be so disappointed if you didn’t come inside me at least three or four times.”

“You love having a full pussy, don’t you, Lena? Is that why you married me, because I can give you that every day?” Kara knew that wasn’t the real reason, but she adored how flushed and breathless Lena got whenever she acknowledged that she was insatiable.

The quickened spasm of Lena’s rippled walls brought Kara’s hips forward, and she ploughed through her wife’s intimate heat knowing the friction would heighten her climax.

“You’re so sexy when you’re about to come.”


Kara fixated on the tension of Lena’s jaw and her glazed expression as she canted her head back and began to tremble.

Hastening her thrusts, Kara shook the entire bed with the power of her quads as she slid in deep. She sucked at Lena’s nipples, popping her lips off one to kiss the other as Lena’s whole chest heaved with a moan.

“Come, baby, I can feel how desperate you are for it.”

Excitement ran down her spine from the scratch of Lena’s nails on her shoulders and she claimed her wife’s lips with a kiss as her cock jerked in another release. The flood of warmth pushed Lena over and she quaked in Kara’s embrace.

Some of Kara’s seed spilled out of Lena as she moved to re-position on her side. Lena raised her leg up, and Kara supported one of her knees as they came together again. The slick fusion was breathtaking and Kara groaned as she pushed in up to the base.

Kara kissed a sensitive place on Lena’s neck and leaned over to brush their lips together. “Feels so good when I get to finish inside you.”

The pale triangle of Lena’s pussy was fuchsia from the force Kara used. The opening to her cunt was a dark hollow whenever Kara pulled out. Warm seed appeared with every little clinch inside.

“Will you rub my pussy?” Lena spread her legs to make her clitoris more accessible and Kara slipped her hand onto it as she continued to thrust.

Kara’s coordinated touch started to have an immediate effect on Lena, who moaned and craned her neck in satisfaction. She stroked over the sensitive little node of pleasure, watching it brighten to a swollen red.

Lena gasped and squinted her eyes shut, her lashes concealing them from view as she shook from another fast release. “This is one of the many reasons I knew you were a keeper. No one has ever made me orgasm like you do.”

Kara slipped her cock into Lena’s fresh hot slick and pushed the head of her cock in deep. She rutted into Lena’s cervix until they groaned together at the limits of their coupling.

“Seeing you in the throes of pleasure is almost better than feeling my own,” Kara admitted in a broken whisper, her glans hitting the restrictive space inside Lena’s cunt with the slightest thrust.


The pressure against her tip made her restless, and her thighs rubbed into Lena’s backside as she stayed entirely sheathed.

“Even when I do this?” Lena asked and seduced Kara by using the tight muscles of her channel to squeeze her length. She turned to look her wife in the eye, her lips parted and plump from all their kissing. “I think this feels better than watching me get off. Your breath gets so ragged when I work my cunt for you.”

“You know I can’t resist that.” Kara groaned against Lena’s shoulder, her teeth nipping at her skin as she tried to hold off. She would be spent after this, and she didn’t want to end so soon, even though she would be ready for round two in half an hour.

“Then stop trying and give me what I want.” Lena grinned and slipped her arm back to hold onto Kara’s thigh as she gyrated to stimulate them both. She worked Kara’s erection with practiced ease, barely letting her thrust as she backed into her with quicker contractions.

The noise that came from Kara would have shamed her if she wasn’t so lost in the sensation of Lena’s silk massaging her cock. She crooked two fingers to spread arousal over Lena’s clit and rubbed into the rigid bead with the kind of finesse that brought sweet tension to Lena’s core.


“You first, baby, let me feel you come on my cock.”

It spurred a competition between them to see who could make the other come first, though they both knew there was no real loser in the game. Their frantic desire to get each other off ended so fast that it was hard to say who came first—if it was the sudden intense throb of Kara’s shaft that coaxed Lena’s walls into spasm, or if the intimate contractions pulled the pleasure right out of Kara.

All that mattered was how they clung on to one another in that moment, hedonistic and drunk with emotions as they groaned and shook together.

In her post-sex euphoria, Kara forgot all about the stress of the day – and her timely rescue of Jenna McClean.

Lena left for her night shift, and Kara turned on the TV without expecting to see herself on the local news channels. The press coverage included an in-depth interview with Jenna, who called Kara her “personal hero” and recounted her ordeal with tears in her eyes.

Later, Jon texted with details of a ceremony that would honor the department’s heroics. Kara figured it would be a small event with the staff and students from the school.

Two days later, Kara was wholly blindsided as she walked into an auditorium with Lena on her arm.

“I thought you said this was going to be casual,” Lena whispered under her breath at the sight of dozens of parents in their best clothes. “Oh, wow, is that you?”

A life size cut-out of Kara in uniform stood front and center by the stage. The door was decorated in a giant red and orange balloon arch, and fire hazards dangled everywhere – including so many white streamers that it looked like the room had been toilet papered.

Lena still seemed to be fixated on the embarrassing cut-out of Kara. “I have a feeling that Jenna is going to keep that after this ceremony ends. She probably special ordered it herself.”

“Oh gosh no,” Kara breathed out in horror and cringed as everyone began looking in her direction.

Her colleagues stood in a line where everyone could talk to them before the formal ceremony started. Children presented each of them with a gift basket and hand-written cards.

Jenna shrieked in excitement as she noticed Kara and hurried over to collect her. “Ahh, the guest of honor has arrived! Kara, please come with me. Your… Lena can take a seat anywhere in the audience.”

The jut of Lena’s chin was sharper than all the knives they stored in the kitchen at home.

Kara struggled as Jenna linked their arms. She kept her grip on Lena’s hand in an attempt to pull her along with them. “I would prefer she was with me–”

“There’s no space on stage.” Jenna faked a pout and waved to the photographers who were happy to blind them all with a few quick flashes.

Dazzled and disoriented, Kara stumbled along with an unnaturally strained smile. She scanned the audience for Lena to find her sandwiched between a tall man with a moustache and a teenager, who seemed more interested in staring at her legs than the stage.

Lena looked miserable, but the second she caught Kara’s eye she sat straight and gave her a thumbs up and a genuine smile.

“We’re here to honor these brave heroes that risked their lives to ensure there wasn’t a single fatality—”

Kara blanked Jenna’s speech and mouthed I love you to Lena.

She became so transfixed on her wife that the second Jenna pushed a microphone into her face to ask how she was able to get there so fast on the morning of the fire, Kara didn’t hesitate to brag.

“Honestly, I owe it to my wife, Lena. She makes sure that my boots are by the bed every night and that a thermos of coffee is always waiting for emergencies like the one we faced the other day.”

“That’s sweet, but she’s not the one risking her life.” Jenna simpered by batting her eyes. Her inappropriate flirtation would be obvious to anyone who watched. “You’re the one who suits up every day and stands in the literal line of fire—”

“I might be the one endangering my life, but my wife is the one saving it,” Kara insisted with pride. “As an RN at NC Hospital, she’s patched me up plenty of times.”

Jenna snatched the microphone back before Kara made the whole event about Lena. She stroked Kara’s bicep and hummed into the mic, “You’re so humble. Let’s give these heroes a round of applause to show our gratitude.”

Kara had the feeling it wasn’t gratitude that Jenna wanted to show her when she leaned closer to give her the perfect view down her top.

It wasn’t intentional on her part when her eyes widened at the sight of Jenna’s cleavage. By the time Kara snapped her head up, Lena looked furious and prepared to intervene.

That would have been preferable to what happened. Jenna latched onto Kara’s arm and dragged her around to make introductions to friends who were like clones of each other.

“I’d like you to meet my besties, Tiffany J. and Tiffany Y. I told them all about you—”

Kara shook hands with anyone who approached her as they moved through the auditorium.

She craned her neck in search of her wife and breathed out a relaxed sigh as she spotted Lena near the buffet.

“Why don’t we swing by the buffet? I’m craving carbs and something sweet.” Kara smiled as her eyes skipped to Lena and she changed direction mid stride, nearly dislocating Jenna’s arm in the process.

Jenna managed to keep her hold on Kara and laughed as she tugged her over to a section with chopped up fruit and baked goods.

“Why don’t you help yourself to my melons? They’re the juiciest here,” Jenna intoned salaciously and lifted a plate to hand to Kara.

“Not from where I’m standing,” Lena scoffed loud enough for a few people to let out a startled laugh. She wandered closer with a loaded plate filled with pasta salad, brisket, and several cupcakes. “Darling, I already made you a plate. I know how big your…”

Lena paused to let her eyes fall to Kara’s crotch and then she flicked them back up with a smile. “Appetite is, and a little scoop of fruit like that won’t satisfy you enough.”

Lena motioned to Jenna’s chest and stuck out her own as Kara gaped at the pointed little peaks of her nipples.

“Golly, those look good.” Kara exhaled in a rush and grabbed a cupcake by the frosting as she realized she said it out loud.

“Afraid she’ll choose something different if she gets the chance?” Jenna sniffed bitterly and sidled up beside Kara with her friends to block Lena from her wife.

“You must have amazing stamina. I can’t believe you carried Jenna down all those stairs without stopping,” Tiffany J. marveled as she rubbed her hand along Kara’s arm and gripped her bicep.

“How often do you work out?” asked Tiffany Y.

Tiffany fluttered her fake lashes so fast that Kara worried one would fall into the buffet.

“Ah—I uh—keep active when I can,” Kara deflected and tensed as she felt someone’s fingers hook into her belt from behind.

She spun around with a pinched expression that shifted straight into a grin as Lena pulled her out of the group and straight into her arms for a kiss. They kept it chaste in front of so many strangers, but it made a statement that Kara was happy to back up as she slipped her arm around Lena’s shoulders.

“There you are. We were starting to think you’d left without us,” Nia called from a table as she waved them over to join the rest of the crew.

James was elbow deep in brisket as he spied the frosting on Kara’s palm and shot her a smirk as he side-eyed Lena. “Were you putting out a different kind of fire?”

“More like thinking of burning a witch,” Lena quipped with a glance towards Jenna who was still stared in open longing at Kara.

“We were talking about heading to O’Leary’s after this to shoot some pool and have a real celebration. You two in?” Nia asked as she leaned across the table to steal one of the cupcakes that hadn’t been ruined.

“Well, I have a reputation to uphold, don’t I?” Lena teased with a raised brow that she directed to James.

“There’s no way you’re beating me this time. That was a fluke.” James puffed himself up with pretend bravado and laughed.

“We’ll see about that.” Lena chuckled and snuggled into Kara’s side. She winced a second later as a message came through on her phone. “Shit, I have to go. My friend Sam needs me to cover the end of her shift.”

Kara was poised to leave with her and extended a hand to help Lena up. “We can reschedule–”

“No, go have fun. I’ll meet you all there as soon as I can.” Lena cupped Kara by the cheek and drew her in for another soft kiss before she hurried out of the event.

They were both oblivious to the way Jenna’s whole mood lifted. Kara had no idea which rookie opened their mouth and invited her along to the bar.

All she knew was that one minute it was just her group headed over to O’Leary’s, and the next Jenna popped up right behind her.

Kara slid onto her usual stool and Jenna took the one that belonged to Lena whenever they went out.

“Did I tell you I was married before?” Jenna asked conversationally and poked her finger into a bowl of free peanuts.

“Uh, no—but I hardly know you.” Kara winced and glanced around at her buddies for help, though they were all inconveniently distracted with ordering pints.

She went out of her way to flash the wedding band on her finger and propped her hand on her chin to keep it in blatant sight.

“That’s why we’re getting to know each other better,” Jenna intoned and slid a pint over to Kara.

“Great, let me show you the pictures of our honeymoon.” Kara whipped out her phone to scroll through an album of Lena sunbathing. “This was when we first arrived in the Bahamas. Isn’t Lena beautiful?”

“Oh she’s something alright.” Jenna muttered around the rim of her glass. She nursed her fruity daiquiri while she leaned into Kara’s personal space under the guise of genuine interest.

Kara gulped at her beer when she felt Jenna’s shoulder rub against her own and tried to keep the conversation flowing as she showed snapshots of Lena and the resort they’d stayed at. “The water was so beautiful there–”

“Kind of like your eyes.” Jenna commented with a smile, and pointed to the next picture that popped up on Kara’s phone of a sandcastle. “Please tell me you built
that? It’s so adorable.”

“Hey, whoever goes to a beach and doesn’t play around is missing out.” It was an innocent statement, and Kara was too happy to realise how it could be taken as she flicked through some of her best memories.

Jenna hummed softly and leaned heavier into Kara’s side so that her perfume clung to the fabric of her shirt. “Everyone needs a little fun from time to time.”

“Right?” Kara laughed, belatedly realising that Jenna wasn’t talking about the kind that could be had in public. She downed the rest of her beer in four large mouthfuls, and another appeared next to her without asking for it.

Kara assumed it was from her friend’s, and got to the bottom of three more glasses in a matter of two hours. She was buzzed and loose lipped as she tried to play pool, her aim missing the mark as she pocketed the white ball instead of one of the solids.

“Wow, see this is why we’re not playing darts.” Kara chuckled, and leaned her hip against the pool table as James laughed at her atrocious failure.

“You just need a few pointers. Here, I’ll help you. Try not to grip it so hard.” Jenna insisted, and took the liberty to circle her arms around Kara to help her angle the pool cue. She slipped her hand over Kara’s, then lower to stroke the end of the wood suggestively.

Kara jerked out of Jenna’s grip like she’d been tasered and sent the white ball flying off the pool table and into a pitcher of beer. It frothed and foamed over the table and was enough of a distraction that Kara didn’t notice that Lena had entered the bar.

Lena honed in on Jenna from across the room and strutted over with a menacing energy. Her tight blouse was open three buttons and her black mini skirt grabbed the eyes of all Kara’s colleagues as she passed.

Kara still felt a little too intoxicated to find her own jealousies as she also stared at her wife’s ass with open admiration. She slurred Lena’s name in excitement. “Lehehna—“

Lena touched her cheek and peered at her pupils with a knowing hum. She pulled a pool stick sharply from the rack and moved around the table as she engaged in a stare-down with Jenna. “You and me, right now.”

“You’re challenging me?” Jenna asked like she enjoyed the thought of competition.

“Challenging suggests a fair fight. I’m going to wipe the floor with you because you won’t keep your hands off my wife.” Lena gathered the balls back into formation and lifted an eyebrow at Jenna.

Kara’s colleagues hooted and whistled as Lena put Jenna in her place.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, Mrs. high and mighty. Or maybe I should be saying Miss?” Jenna snorted derisively and positioned herself to take the first turn by scattering the balls across the green felt. She scratched in the back right pocket, and Lena smirked as she retrieved the white ball and lined up a good shot.

“Definitely Mrs.” Lena came over to shamelessly feel Kara’s biceps up in front of everyone. “These are mine.”

Kara blinked through her inebriation to smile at Lena and laughed louder than necessary at her wife’s sense of humor. “You got that right.”

Her face seemed to have a permanent blush from drinking too much and she hiccuped a few times as Lena sank another fluid shot.

“You think a game of pool is going to scare me off?” Jenna mocked and succeeded in getting a striped ball into a middle pocket.

“Well, I could take you outside afterwards and kick your ass.” Lena shrugged and chalked up her tip before annihilating the home wrecker with several perfect shots.

“Winner,” James declared and hoisted Lena’s arm up like it was a boxing match instead of pool.

Kara slipped both of her arms around her wife and pressed kisses to her neck and any inch of skin she could reach. She glanced over to where Jenna was stewing in rage. “Just for the record, I’m very happily married.”

Lena pulled her by the shirt to the door and unapologetically stole her from the after party. “We would stay for another game or two, but I would rather get laid. Have a good night, everyone.”

Kara blushed at her wife’s bluntness and didn’t even glance back at Jenna or her team as Lena pulled her out to the car.

She thought they would go straight home, but Lena bent over the front seat and opened Kara’s zipper.

No one was in that part of the parking lot, and Lena took advantage of the privacy to suck on the tip of Kara’s cock. Her mouth made it nice and wet, and she stroked down over the thick rippling of veins that covered Kara’s girth.

“I want you to fuck my cunt very hard, Kara, right here in this dimly lit parking lot. Can you do that?”

Kara’s buzz wore off as Lena was very forward about stating her wants. She groaned and nodded as she moved the silky curtain of dark hair away from Lena’s face. “Yes. God, yes.”

The hot pucker of Lena’s lips enveloped more of her helmet and Kara’s pelvis lifted with the intense suction. She exhaled raggedly, her face flushed from arousal instead of the alcohol, and stared down at her wife, completely captivated by her oral skills.

Lena held her attention with her eyes while she fluttered her tongue around the thick rim. She moaned and forced the glans towards the back of her throat with every sensual pull.

Kara rocked in her seat, desperate to push the rest of her cock into Lena’s mouth.

Lena knew the precise moment to stop as Kara’s fingers tightened in her hair, and she sat up to rasp, “Not yet, hold off a little longer.”

“You know I have the stamina to go again–”

Kara pouted, unable to stop her slight whine as she tried to guide her tip back between Lena’s lips. She huffed in frustration as Lena placed chaste little kisses to the broad circumference instead. Lena smeared lipstick and arousal all over her glans without accepting it into her mouth.

“I want you completely desperate when you push into my cunt, Kara. The moment you slide in, I want all of your self-control to disintegrate, and you’re not there yet.”

Lena teased the tiny divot that beaded with pleasure. She tongued it gently as she stroked Kara firmly, and then sucked her deeper, rubbing the entire tip against her silken inner cheek as she bobbed her head.

Kara’s head fell back as Lena worked her up without any intention of letting her come. She groaned at the blissful teasing that had her cock straining for release.

Her plump tip was a tormented and glistening purple when Lena finally released her, and rivulets of seed trickled down her pulsing shaft as if it wept for mercy.

“Do you like my skirt, Kara?” Lena asked out of the blue as she redirected Kara’s attention to the little slip of fabric that rested high on her thighs. She slid a finger along the hem of it, seducing Kara with a glimpse of her bare pussy beneath it. “I wore it just for you.”

“You walked in ready to lead me out here so I could I fuck you,” Kara wheezed as her cock jolted in excitement.

She didn’t think about their location as she cracked her door open to get out, then reached over to drag Lena onto the passenger seat and position her on her knees.

“I wanted everyone to know that you’re mine, and now you’re going to prove it, aren’t you?” Lena goaded with a smile and shivered at the first covetous touch of Kara’s palms pushing her short skirt up.

The pale globe of Lena’s ass was perfect for Kara’s hands to squeeze. She admired the vivid pink of Lena’s glistening slit for all of two seconds before she buried her tip inside of it.


“You’re the best wife ever.” Kara groaned and locked her hands on Lena’s hips as she pushed in deep.

“I’d better be your only wife,” Lena warned with faux concern in her voice. She bent forward on the leather seat and moved her skirt to rest higher around her waist.

Kara lunged while staring down at her wife’s pussy, spread wide open from her
thrusts. Lena’s inner lips caressed down over Kara’s shaft and the deeper wet warmth constricted around it.

“Nothing is more pleasurable than thrusting into you and feeling that you’re this wet.” Kara smoothed some of the liquid silk around Lena’s clitoris and played with it.

She knew what Lena liked and rubbed her until her pussy clenched in earnest from a nearing orgasm.

“Please pound me. Make the car rock.” Lena rested on her knees and placed her hands on the door to prepare herself.

Kara had been in this situation with her wife before, where she sensed a lustful zeal within Lena that needed to be satisfied.

It wasn’t entirely all about Lena marking her territory, either, no matter how she behaved at the bar in front of Jenna. Lena’s desires went deeper than that, and Kara was more than happy to show her wife that she reciprocated her feelings.

“You’re the only one I want, Lena. You and your tight little pussy are mine forever.” Kara sped up, her thighs smacking against Lena’s ass.

The momentum shook the car with hardly any effort, and Kara went harder so that
Lena’s gasps and moans could be heard over the squeak and groan of the car bouncing.

“You promise?” Lena curled her fingers into the leather seat to leave imprints of her nails as she turned to glance at Kara.

Even in the dark Kara could see Lena’s lust blown pupils, and the heavy weight of her lashes keeping her eyes lidded.

Kara combed her fingers through her wife’s dark hair and gripped at the roots to pull her back for a kiss. She bit and sucked at Lena’s lips and tongue and slammed into the sopping apex between her thighs as chastisement for asking a silly question.

Lena’s knees threatened to give out and Kara helped them by leaning over her wife to place a hand against her lower back.

She groaned at the cinching ripple of Lena’s cunt. Kara worked her two fingers into the slippery crease of Lena’s pussy to manipulate her clit.

The sudden vice-like spasm around her shaft was the signal Kara was waiting on.

Just as her wife fell into the bliss of orgasm, Kara bucked for all of five seconds. She gave it her all so that as her own climax hit, her cock erupted right against her Lena’s cervix.

Seed pumped out of her and into Lena’s pussy, and Kara continued her slow pelvic motions with the thought of getting her wife pregnant.

It had been a while since they bothered with condoms and Lena never took birth control.

“I want to start a family with you,” Kara admitted as she settled against the seat and gathered Lena closer for a kiss.

She reached down to rub Lena’s breasts through her blouse and continued to massage her pussy to keep all of the seed inside. Lena’s tender opening was overflowing with Kara’s pearlescent release, and she pushed it deeper with two of her fingers.

She stroked the back of Lena’s entrance and hoped the pleasurable inner spasms would make her seed take in her wife’s womb.

“Can you imagine how many women I’m going to have to beat back?” Lena groaned and not just from the subtle motions of Kara’s fingers inside of her. “It’s bad enough that they can see you’re the perfect partner. What do you think it will be like when you’re also an amazing parent?”

Kara chuckled and slipped her fingers in deeper to feel the warmth of her seed filling Lena’s cunt. “It’s nothing that we can’t handle together. I know what I want in life, and that’s always going to be you.”