So this is Independence

Description: July continuation of So This is Christmas. July 4th is referenced but this is more about Lena's independence.

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-60116532
Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-love-62528539
Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-65219972

Word count: 7,194



Lena had never been in a serious relationship with anyone, and over the course of the months, she realized that things with Kara were serious. She figured she would be content to call herself Kara’s girlfriend, but that escalated into making very concrete plans to move in together.

At the time, Lena had no trepidations, which might have had something to do with the fact that Kara was inside her when they discussed it. They considered May as an option, and then continued to push it back until they settled on the first of July as the ideal date to take the next step.

When it was still a far way off, Lena could romanticize the whole concept and not fall victim to panic.

The weeks seemed to flash by, though, and during the first few days of unpacking, Lena began to spiral.

A big reason was that the start of Lena’s summer had been rockier than the beach where she suddenly found herself treading over broken shells and stones in the middle of the night.

Debris stabbed her in the foot with every step, and she regretted not taking the time to grab her sandals. Fireworks exploded over head, hissing, crackling and sailing off into the darkness. She watched rockets pop and rain down as she brooded over every incident that brought her to this melt down.

Lena should have known from previous experience that her mother would be on her case when it came to move-out arrangements at the end of the academic term. This year was complicated by her graduation and her refusal to be publicly celebrated in all the ways her mother planned.

Kara had attended her formal ceremony and recorded her walk across the stage from the front row.


It should have been a quick affair, with a simple lunch afterwards to congratulate Lena on her success. Instead, her academic advisor took it personally that Lena hadn’t mentioned her connection to Kara or asked the tech mogul to give a speech.

Lena would have glossed over it in later conversations if her mother hadn’t swooped in and chatted with Rhea herself.

She couldn’t be certain, but that event seemed to coincide with the spread of rumors about her relationship with Kara. Her name started to appear in several magazines—not as Lena Luthor with accomplishments in her own right, but as Lena Luthor, Kara’s omega. It made her feel like a kept-woman to see photos of her relationship everywhere along with the latest estimation of Kara’s net worth.

Months ago, despite her growing security in the relationship, Lena believed that their spark would fizzle out like the flaming sparklers that kids carried across the beach in the dark. The fast and explosive combustion would then smolder to nothing but a trail of smoke, like all of her other experiences with dating people.


Not that Lena wanted it to come to that.



She was in love, and it made her heart happy to spend each day exchanging texts with Kara and plotting out their summer adventures. But a lot of factors conspired to make her feel less than carefree.


She had begun her morning early by ripping the tape off her moving boxes and putting away her belongings in Kara’s large, empty house. Kara left before she was up, but tacked a cute love note to the fridge for her to find when she wandered into the kitchen in her pajamas:

Can’t wait to finally come home to you. Looking forward to our first week together.

After reading Kara’s note, Lena had flicked through the news channels and listened to a liberal commentator that tore down a conservative with outdated views on omega’s rights. That had gotten her blood pumping, and she was still in a state of distraction as she unpacked.

Sometime in between watching the news and folding her clothes into a spare drawer, Lena discovered a jewelry box—small and ring-sized. She thought nothing of it as she piled her fluffy socks on top. In fact, she remained undisturbed until the mail arrived about fifteen minutes later.

The first envelope that her hand touched came from her own parents, and it looked like a formal announcement of some kind. Lena tore it open expecting an invitation to a summer sailing event, but the embossed silver lettering made a much different statement:

Please join us for an Engagement Party
Honoring Lena Luthor & Kara Danvers
On Saturday August 10, 2022
At 1 pm, Harbor Town Yacht Club
RSVP by 07.20.2022

Lena stared at the invitation in appalled and open-mouthed silence. After the initial shock wore off, she grabbed her phone and clicked her mother’s number.

Lillian picked up immediately, as if she had been waiting all day for the call. “Lena, what a pleasant surprise. Are you calling to inform me about the wonderful news?”

“No, because the only thing that’s going to decorate my finger is your blood when I fly down there and kill you,” Lena shrieked in hysteria that became worse as a text from Sam popped up on her phone to congratulate her.

“Sometimes I forget you majored in science and not drama with the way you act,” Lillian sighed, no doubt rolling her eyes from Lena’s behavior.

“Mother, this isn’t funny, how many people did you invite to this engagement party?” Lena demanded, exasperated and shrill from the stress.

“Just a few close family members and friends,” Lillian blandly replied, not the least bit bothered by Lena’s reaction. “Enough to book the country club–”

“That’s at least fifty people!” Lena exclaimed in horror.

“Exactly, hardly anyone,” Lillian intoned superciliously.

“Oh god, did you send this out to Kara’s family?” Lena asked, her chin wobbling at the idea of every member of the Danvers family receiving an invitation in the mail.

“Well, they’re about to be your in-laws, so of course I did,” Lillian reported.

“I’m calling Dad,” Lena snapped, coming to the end of her patience with her mother. “I can’t believe the lengths you’d go to trap Kara in a relationship–”

“Trap?” Lillian sharply questioned, for once exhibiting some emotion in her voice other than snide good humor. “For heaven's sake, Lena, it was Kara who came to ask your father and I for your hand in marriage.”

“She what?” Lena found she preferred thinking of her mother as the culprit in this situation. “When?”

“Six weeks ago,” Lillian stated plainly. “I thought she would have already popped the question by now. If I’d known she was going to hesitate, I would have sent the invitations out sooner.”

Lena hung up without saying another word and ran upstairs with the horrible sinking feeling that she had already discovered the ring. Whether Kara had planned for her to find it or not never factored into Lena’s panic. She flung her socks across the room in her scramble to find the box, and then hesitated.

There was a slim chance that her mother was lying, and this was all a maniacal plot for Lena to bring up the question of marriage. For all she knew, the little box held earrings, or some other sentimental item. So long as she didn’t open it, then she could realistically avoid the truth.

What she did next would define the course of the day, and logically it would make sense to leave the jewelry box in the drawer. She didn’t know why she picked it up and frantically searched the house for a place to hide it.

Wandering back down the stairs, she went into the living room first, but Kara didn’t have a decorative candy dish or a lidded bowl of any kind. There was no item of décor to conceal the box. Lena hurried into the kitchen and opened all of the cabinets, getting desperate as she heard the door to the garage suddenly rising.

Kara must have cut out of work early, and at the sound of the door opening up, Lena flung the ring box into the fridge.

“I couldn’t stay away,” Kara called out through the house and hurried into the kitchen to find Lena in the middle of mayhem as she slammed the cabinets shut. “Were you looking for something?

“Tea bags.” Lena faked a smile as she stepped into Kara’s outstretched arms for a hug. “You don’t have any, do you? Maybe we should swing by a store—”

Kara reached over her shoulder and pulled open the one cabinet Lena hadn’t explored. Inside was an impressive assortment of teas that were still wrapped in cellophane.

“I bought these just for you,” Kara bragged and ripped at the packaging on a box of Lena’s favorite brand. “If you press a button on the faucet, you’ll get boiled water. I designed the feature myself.”

As sweetly as ever, Kara chose a mug for her and dropped the tea bag into it to make a cup of tea.


Lena breathed in the fumes from it, her face poised over the drink as Kara looked at her. It would have been an opportune chance to come clean about the invitations, but she settled for nearly burning herself instead. She gulped the weakly brewed tea and moved around the countertop, halting as Kara walked to the fridge.

Lena hurried back in the other direction, sidling up to Kara and setting her drink down so she could grab onto the alpha’s suit jacket. “Hey, why don’t we go out to lunch?”

“Sure, there’s a quiet little place down by the beach, or we can go to my club if you don’t mind being seen on my arm.” Kara stuck out her forearm with a grin and Lena took it agreeably.

“Let me just put on some other clothes.” Lena glanced down at the loose shirt she wore for unpacking and her drab pair of shorts.

She ran back into the living room to dispose of the engagement party invitation and pull clothes out of one of her moving boxes. Kara appeared in the doorway just as she was tugging at the short puffy sleeves on her dress.

Lena didn’t have the chance to glance at her text spam from Sam until they were in the car:

OMG Lena!!! CONGRATS!!!!!

You’re getting married!!

Wait, you’re not pregnant, are you?

Please tell me you let that sexy alpha billionaire put a pup in you!

“Everything okay?” Kara asked as she groaned out loud in reaction to Sam’s ridiculousness.

“I just forgot that my friends invited us to their Fourth of July party,” Lena nervously supplied as she turned her phone off before any more messages popped up on her screen.

She was getting too good at lying, and her stomach lurched as she considered how long she would have to keep it up.

“Why don’t you invite them to ours?” Kara asked, her effortless charm and endless cheer capable of lightening anyone’s bad mood. She side-eyed Lena as she drove and settled her hand on her knee sweetly, as if to offer her comfort. “There will be cook-outs on the beach, but I usually hire food trucks and anonymously donate firework displays, so making the trip would be worth their while.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll invite everyone later,” Lena fibbed, unable to look at Kara’s handsome face when she was being deceitful.

She stared out the window until they passed the turn-off at a very prestigious country club where she thought Kara was going to take her. Instead, they drove down the road leading into town, and Kara pulled into a parking lot next to a large, modern building.

Lena expected a high-end restaurant or some sort of luxury establishment, given the valet service and the expensive cars already in the lot. She readied herself for fake smiles and cocktails with the sycophants that happened to be loitering around the place.

“I know you can handle yourself, but don’t let anyone intimidate you,” Kara whispered as she held open the door.

Lena rolled her eyes at the warning and sauntered inside with an attitude of haughtiness and disdain. “You know I was practically raised in one of these, Kara. I know how to behave.”

“Really? I was a little worried you would hate this place,” Kara laughed, her entire face lighting up as she dragged Lena past the front desk. “It’s just that I spend so much time here with my friends and I want you to be part of that.”

It registered all too late that they weren’t in some fancy club. By then, every alpha in a thirty-yard radius was staring at her like a prize in one of the claw machines. Arcade games lined the walls, and several tables had chess sets or board games with people crowded around them. An entire horde of nerds greeted her in relaxed apparel and official merchandise. A few even wore socks with their sandals. Waiters served gourmet junk food and milkshakes, and the heavy stench of alpha desperation was offset by the sweet smell of pancakes.

Lena actively tried not to dry heave as she made it through the toxic mist of sweat and deodorant.


“Wow, an omega,” squealed an alpha who had absolutely none of the traits that went along with her sex. She was short-sighted, awkward, and breathed through her mouth too much.

Kara placed a hand on the small of Lena’s back and ushered her to one of the booths where menus waited on them.

A beta at the nearest table turned around and checked Lena out as he asked, “How do I order one of those?”

“I’m beginning to understand your warning a little bit better,” Lena whispered to Kara, softly sucking at her teeth as she took note of all the exits.

“That’s not really what I meant,” Kara explained under her breath and opened a menu to share it with Lena. She didn’t elaborate as she smiled at Lena and expectantly glanced at the options.

Lena squinted at the dishes on the menu and smirked at the quirky list.

The Big Bang seemed appropriately named for a dish that contained half the menu thrown together. It came with a large portion of hash browns, eggs, bacon, pancakes, sauteed onions, sour cream, cheese and nachos. The combination didn’t sound appealing to Lena, though she noticed four alphas a few tables down digging into a tray of it.

She skimmed most of the items until she spotted the desserts and zeroed in on the Square Root of Pi. It came with four slices of their best-selling pies and two large scoops of ice cream to share.

“Are you ready to order?” A tall nasally alpha asked Kara, though his eyes were on Lena like he had never seen an omega before.

“I’ll have the Evolution Revolution burger and the Earthquake Shake.” Kara grinned as if that was her usual meal.

“And I’ll have The Square Root of Pi and a cup of coffee,” Lena stated, her smile faltering as the waiter openly scoffed at her request.

“You don’t even look like you know the square root of pi. I can give you a calculator if you want to work it out, though.” The waiter turned to Kara, as if he expected her to share in his snide laugh as he blinked owlishly behind his thick rimmed glasses.

Below the table Kara placed her hand on Lena’s lap and she realized this was what Kara had meant about intimidation.


In all her years at college, Lena had developed a thick skin when it came to alphas assuming she was dumb just because she was a pretty omega.

Lena raised her brows and then sneered up at the waiter as she recited from memory, “1.77245385091. Does the order come with crayons? Because you look like you need some to calculate how stupid you just made yourself look.”

The waiter huffed at that and walked off to the kitchens. Lena sat up straighter and smiled, feeling pleased with herself as Kara’s pheromones curled around her.

“Honestly, if you never want to come back here, I’d get it, but it was hot seeing you put him in his place.” Kara reeked of a flirtatious and proud musk and made no attempt to disguise it. She moved closer to Lena so that their thighs touched and stared blatantly at her lips like she wanted to taste them.

Lena would have allowed it if several sets of envious and curious eyes weren’t locked on them. She was so distracted by where they were that she forgot all about the engagement invitations and the ring waiting to be discovered in the fridge.

“What is it with alphas and gatekeeping everything? If it’s not sports, it’s intellect, and don’t get me started on video-games and fan culture.” Lena motioned subtly to a disagreement taking place between two alphas, who sounded like they were bickering over the lore of some comic book hero.

Kara leaned her elbows on the table to look at the squabble and tried to keep a straight face as she asked, “Didn’t you know alphas lose an inch of their height if they don’t posture over trivial things at least twice a day?”

“From the way they’re acting, you’d think something else is shrinking.” Lena deadpanned, her dry delivery perfect for getting Kara to laugh. She could have happily stayed in that moment all night, except Winn came out of nowhere and ruined it.

“Oh my god, you guys! Congratulations!” Winn yelled, his enthusiasm drawing Kara’s brows together in confusion as he hurried toward their booth.

“Thanks. I know it’s a pretty big step, but I’m really happy she’s here with me.” Kara slipped her arm over Lena’s shoulders without a clue that Winn wasn’t talking about Lena’s recent move.

“Of course you are! Who wouldn’t be when the girl they love says yes—”

“To moving in together,” Lena cut in with a maniacal smile that conveyed she would stab Winn with a fork if he said anything else. She could practically feel him begging to be picked as best man so he could hit on imaginary bridesmaids.

Emotionally she was in no state to handle silencing Winn all afternoon. She still needed time to process, and his confused smile expressed that he hadn’t picked up on her threatening vibes.

“I have to admit, when I heard the news, I figured Kara must have accidentally claimed you,” Winn laughed, still furrowing his eyebrows as Lena glared at him. “You know how things can happen in the heat of passion.”

“I seriously doubt you know anything about the heat of passion,” Lena intoned, falling silent as the waiter returned with two heaping platefuls of food.

Kara accepted her dish with both hands and wide, delighted eyes. She shoved her burger into her mouth, and a loud “mmm,” covered up the sound of Winn’s scoff.

“I go on plenty of dates. I’ve known the temptation of an omega’s neck before.” Winn put his hand on his hip and glanced towards Kara, completely thrown off the topic of marriage. “Tell her.”

Kara put down her burger noncommittally, eyeing Winn and then looking back to Lena. “Winn has a girlfriend. Sort of.We think they’re dating. She gave him her real number, anyway—”

Lena let out a genuine laugh at that, forgetting her troubles temporarily as she imagined Kara giving Winn tips and puzzling over omega behavior.

“I’m going to go play some foosball if you both want to join.” Winn swung around to peer at the game. “Otherwise, I’ll see you at the beach tonight.”

“We’re just grabbing a quick lunch.” Kara slurped from her vanilla milkshake and crumpled her napkin. “But I’ll happily beat you at volleyball later.”

Lena breathed easier as Winn finally walked off. She tasted each slice of her pie while making provocative little noises to keep Kara’s eyes on her. The trick to avoiding the engagement news was in keeping their flirtation going. She slid her plate closer and shared the dessert with her mate, playfully competing over the key lime slice and the banana cream.

She thought it would work until Kara’s other buddies came over to congratulate them.

Ryan, Barry, and Oliver took turns with saying hello. It was evident that they all either received their invitations for the engagement party, or that Winn must have informed them about it.

“It’s weird that people keep congratulating us, isn’t it?” Kara muttered. “I guess moving in together is kind of a big deal.”

“I suppose it shows a level of real commitment,” Lena uttered, then immediately regretted her choice of words.

Kara’s smile brightened and Lena thrust the last spoonful of pie into her alpha’s face to prevent her from saying anything remotely romantic.

They finished their meal, paid the bill, and Kara took her on a tour of the game area.

What should have been a fun interaction became fraught with tension as Lena played her
own game of hide-and-seek with the rest of Kara’s friends.

The second she saw someone smile in their direction, Lena pulled Kara off in case that person planned to approach them. It wasn’t the best way to see the arcade or the range of old games in the collection, and she suspected Kara was becoming a little offended.

“If you’re not into this, we could sit down for a game of chess or—”

“Actually, seeing you in your element is a turn on, and the only moves I want to make are on you,” Lena blurted, and used a highly sexualized scent to lure Kara into the backroom.

It must have been for storage and was clearly marked for employees only. Lena felt bad for her antics, but not bad enough to stop herself from shoving Kara behind a broken arcade game and out of sight as she dropped to her knees.

While news about their supposed engagement traveled through the club, Lena unzipped Kara’s pants and took the entirety of her length into her throat. She was so fast that Kara groaned in surprise and became fully erect in her mouth.

She moaned and slurped as Kara settled her hand on the back of her head, completely in awe of Lena’s voraciousness.

It didn’t take long to leave Kara gasping, and Lena smirked at the sudden hot pulse of seed that throbbed into her mouth. She was almost mad at how wet she had become in a matter of minutes, and she would have kept going if not for Kara pulling her onto her feet to kiss at her lips and neck.

“Oh man, I knew you’d like it here, but I didn’t know how much.”

“As much as I’d love to stay longer, I’d rather you took me home so we can continue what we just started.” Lena took Kara by the hand and let her feel the slick that gathered along the seam of her panties.

It was shameful, but effective, and it was the only motivation Kara needed to suddenly zip up and rush them out of the club and into the car without saying any goodbyes.

Lena no sooner sighed in relief than she slapped at her mate’s hand when Kara tried to turn on the radio. If the news was already out about their engagement, then it could be on any station, and Lena couldn’t take that risk.

“I thought you liked my taste in music—”

“I do, but the only thing you should be listening to is how ready I am to take your cock.”


It was filthier than she intended to be, but Lena couldn’t back track as she raised up her skirt and pulled her panties aside. She lowered her seat just enough to spread her thighs comfortably and brought Kara’s hand to the silky partition of her pussy to play with it.

Kara made a throaty sound of approval as she explored Lena’s entrance with two long fingers. She thrust lazily, content to tease Lena for the entire duration back to the house.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity with Kara touching her, and by the time they pulled into the garage, Lena trembled with a need that couldn’t be faked. She stumbled into the house with a tentative plan to send Kara upstairs while she retrieved the jewelry box out of the fridge and stashed it in a safer location. She never quite got to execute it, though, as Kara’s phone began ringing.

Lena hastened to unzip her dress with all the finesse of a woman on fire. She had to stretch her arm all the way back and just managed to whip out her tits in time for Kara to ignore the call.

“I plan to wait naked in your bed every afternoon when you’re arriving home.” Lena rested her hands under the swell of her breasts, supporting their soft weight in the warmth of her palms. She bounced them for no reason other than to keep Kara’s attention moving right along with them. Her nipples became faintly sore from pinching each one while pouting.

“Maybe I’ll cut out of work just a little bit earlier from now on.” Kara put her fingers together to mime the concept of a little.

Lena returned to her knees on the carpet and pulled Kara’s pants down to her knees. She pressed her face right into Kara’s lap and sucked her cock until it was rigid with need. Thick spurts of excitement made her lips shine and Lena smirked as more of it ran down her fingers. With a hand on Kara’s shaft, she rubbed more of it out and grinned at the guttural sounds that came from her mate.

“I’m a total slut for you, Kara.” Lena lacked experience with throwing that kind of language into the mix, but it seemed warranted given the level of distraction she hoped to maintain.


She sensed that she created a new conflict inside of her kind-hearted mate. Kara’s cock twitched against her lips, and at the same time Lena spotted the guilt on Kara’s face for enjoying it.

“Oh, no, you’re not that.” Kara shook her head, but she was unable to conceal her throbbing hard-on.

“Don’t you feel how enthusiastically I’m sucking your cock?” Lena questioned and put in more effort that caused the blood to rush from Kara’s face and settle southward.

Lena puckered so that her bottom lip caressed beneath the rim of Kara’s cock. She shoved all of it against her cheek, sucking louder and moaning.

She thought for sure that Kara would keep her there on her knees until completion and whined pathetically as her mate pulled free of her mouth. It was so quick that Lena’s lips were still parted in an oral caress, and her eyebrows crinkled together in confused offense.

“Yeah, and it’s—god, it’s amazing, but that’s only because I know it’s from a place of love,” Kara insisted, effectively wrecking Lena’s ploy to keep her distracted with lust and leave their emotions behind for a while.

Lena was at a loss for how to respond and gaped at Kara instead when she cupped her cheek. Kara stared down at her like she was maybe the best thing she ever held in her hands, and the weight of those feelings kept Lena on her knees.

“I can feel it in the glide of your tongue, Lena. In the way you hold my stare and speed up right when my thighs tense or my breath catches. That’s what makes it so wonderful, and I don’t want you to ever think I see it as something demeaning.”

Kara’s sweet words were as close to chastising as they had ever come, and she stroked her thumb tenderly over Lena’s cheekbone.

Anyone else would have reciprocated their feelings, but Lena was too overwhelmed. She gorged herself on Kara’s erection, stopping any confessions or fears from rolling off her tongue by fluttering it wantonly along the hot veins on Kara’s shaft. If she had been desperate before in the club, then she was frantic now, bobbing and slurping on the girthy pole with tight-lipped ambition to render Kara speechless.

It worked in the sense that the only thing to pour out of her mate’s mouth was praise. The downside to that was how Lena’s omega responded, and she rocked on her knees with one hand between her thighs to offset the ache of arousal.

She slipped her fingers over her clit while Kara’s cock was down her throat. They had done this a lot together over the months, and Kara tended to be either assertive or soft at all of the right times.

This was no different, and Kara gathered back her hair with a growl to push deeper. “Keep doing that, Lena. Rub your pussy until you’re soaking wet for my cock. You must be nearing your heat.”

Lena moaned from the direction and swiped her index and middle finger over her clit a little more roughly. Her slick would make a mess if she continued like this, and it seemed that was what Kara wanted.

“I just feel this way whenever I’m around you, and now I’m going to be living here,” Lena gasped, her lips opening over Kara’s glans just to close around it again with more voracity.

Sharing a home with Kara was still daunting when mentioned out loud. They could now rut every day if they wanted, and Lena had switched over to a stronger cycle of birth control because of that. Her pussy spasmed for Kara’s cock, and she needed to push her fingers inside to stop the desperate little clenches from happening.

Kara realized what she was doing and pulled out after a few final strokes against her tongue.  “It’s my turn to make you feel good. I know what you need.”

Kara helped her up with a hand beneath her elbow and picked Lena up to carry her off to bed.

Lena couldn’t wait the additional fifteen seconds for that, and pleaded with every undulation to rub her slick over Kara’s hard abs. To be fair, they weren’t the only hard thing she was restlessly trying to grind on, and the slightest brush of her labia over Kara’s mauve tip was all it took to persuade Kara to stop mid stride.

Kara repositioned her on the staircase with her knees on one of the bottom steps and her backside up so that her pussy was on full display. It would have been wise to grab onto the carpet, and yet Lena’s instinct was to reach between her legs. She held open her pale little lips to show Kara the heated spasm of her cunt and how it dripped with her liquid silk.

“That’s good, Lena, show me your beautiful cunt. I promise to keep you full and satisfied.” Kara thumbed into her entrance just to rub Lena’s glaze around her stiffened clit. She aligned herself with a moan and entered Lena with a quick thrust.


The penetration brought them both pleasure, but it was Kara’s fingers that left Lena breathless. She writhed on Kara’s cock as her mate massaged her clit with the exact pressure to make her tremble. Lena’s jaw went slack as Kara pushed deeper into her entrance the second she began to contract inside. Being full was better than any other sensation, and Lena’s head lolled as Kara started rutting her.

Her cheek scraped on the floor, and she didn’t even mind with Kara thrusting in and out. They both behaved ravenously, and Kara kissed the back of her throat, not once shying away from her accessible claim spot.

“Do you want to dig your teeth into me?” Lena breathed, captivated to a fault by the scratch of Kara’s incisors against her skin. “Pin me down. Bite my neck while you rut me right here on the stairs.”

Kara moaned at those provocations and wrapped her lips around the claim spot, sucking on it without causing damage. “Fuck, Lena, I’ve wanted you so bad. I can’t wait for the day you wear my claim on your throat permanently. Lately it’s all I fantasize about—”

For someone who had spent the entire day avoiding talk of an engagement, Lena had no business coming as hard as she did from Kara’s confession. She made sounds that would have made the neighbors blush if any were remotely close enough to hear them. Creamier slick gushed down her thighs and Lena groaned as her omega practically promised her womb to Kara.

The warm contractions of Lena’s pussy were so powerful that Kara struggled to pound through them. She bit harder at Lena’s neck before her seed emptied against Lena’s cervix, and then she continued to rock forward like she was trying to push it deeper.

They wouldn’t be making it to the bedroom any time soon, and Lena quaked beneath her alpha as she stayed base deep.

When Kara removed the well-hung heft of her cock, Lena groaned at the hot seed that followed it. “There’s so much. It’s all over me.”

Through brief self-control, they made it to the top of the steps and Lena grabbed onto the bannister as Kara stood behind her. Lena clutched at two rungs as Kara charged into her again, thighs striking the soft flesh of her ass.

Intrusive thoughts bombarded her as she shifted her hand onto the upper rail and bent low. She envisioned herself with Kara’s mark on her throat, in heat and having sex.

Would heat sex feel even better when Kara staked claim to her? Her omega wanted answers, and her mind provided more fantasies.

She liked the thought of having Kara’s teeth etched on her throat, foregoing her birth control and taking as much seed as possible in her unprotected cunt. Lena’s libido was reining in her nerves, and she groaned soft obscenities as Kara satisfied her with a rapid pounding.

The soft throaty growls Kara exhaled sent shivers all through Lena, and she backed into her mate with keening whines. She swore she could feel the pull of Kara’s pheromones commanding her to give up her neck and her womb, and the sudden heat of Kara’s palm cupping her cunt almost convinced Lena to do it.

She was dizzy with arousal and fluctuating emotions. Lena’s heart and mind were caught in an argument that her omega promised her cunt could solve.


She gave in to the temptation, delirious from the pleasure that only Kara could give her, and bared her throat as she pleaded, “Mark me, Kara, sink your teeth into me and never let me go.”

It was frankly stupid, and even as the words fell from her, lips she regretted them until Kara latched onto her neck. The sharp sting brought a pleasure Lena couldn’t articulate and she went boneless, falling forward as Kara battered into her cunt with long, hard lunges.

Drool slid from the corner of her mouth as Kara blasted hot ropes of seed into her pussy. Lena’s muscles were still in spasm when Kara nuzzled against the bruise she left behind.

“One day I’m going to do it for real, and I’ll make it so special, Lena, but god am I so proud to see you wear this in the meantime.”

Kara’s hushed words were filled with longing, and she eased herself out of Lena’s twitching entrance before a knot fully formed.

Lena made a pitiful noise and Kara’s arms tightened around her waist to guide her into the bedroom.

“We have about half an hour before we need to head to the party on the beach. Why don’t you rest for a minute while I take a quick shower?” Kara suggested as she helped Lena onto the bed with a lustful glance to her seed-soaked pussy. She blinked through the fog of her desires and flicked her gaze to the drawer where the ring box ought to have been as she postured with a grin. “Don’t go far. I have something special I’ve been wanting to give you, and I think it’s finally the right time.”

The panic that took root in Lena was astronomical, and the moment Kara turned on the shower, Lena leapt off the bed. She fixed her dress as she made her exit and raced down the stairs and out of the house barefoot. It wasn’t a conscious decision so much as her flight response kicking in, even though moments before, she was convinced she wanted it all.

Despite how arousing it was to imagine the hypothetical life she could have with Kara, the very real proposal that was about to happen scared the hell out of her.


What if Kara regretted it later down the line? What if Lena couldn’t cope with having her accomplishments diminished in articles that named her only as Kara Danvers’ wife. What if this was all a huge mistake?

Lena was so consumed by her doubts that she hadn’t realized she was on the beach until something sharp stabbed her toe and the sound of soft waves broke through her fugue state.

What the fuck was she doing, and how did she get herself into such a mess?

It struck her as irony that all of this happened on Independence Day. For a while as she walked, her brain was either empty of thoughts, or bouncing between the lyrics to two songs, Independent Women and Single Ladies.

Did she want to be independent, or did she want Kara to put a ring on it?

The sun set and fireworks began to whizz through the sky, and Lena had no clarity until she heard her name on Kara’s lips.

“Lena, is that you? I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?” Kara rushed at her like this was a rescue mission and touched her face as she continued to be silent and stare at the darkened sand underneath her feet.

“I was trying to be, I thought maybe I was but then…” Lena trailed off as she peered up at Kara’s confused and worried face. The concern in those big blue eyes could have drowned Lena, and she swallowed thickly as all of her confusion bubbled up like a chemical reaction in a lab. “Kara we’ve only been dating for seven months, and for four of those I wasn’t even sure if we were a couple!”

“I know, and moving in was a huge decision, but you’ve only just gotten here. If it doesn’t feel like home yet, I promise it will soon. I’ll get more of those plants you like and–”

“No. No this isn’t about plants, Kara, it’s about you going to my parents six weeks ago and the invitations my mother sent out en masse to everyone we know.” Lena’s hysteria turned her into a frenzied little gremlin, and she swung her arms around in distress while fireworks exploded overhead.

“Oh,” Kara uttered, her eyes widening almost comically as everything fell into place inside her mind. “Ooh, okay. So that explains a lot of weird texts and why Alex called me earlier crying and saying she’s so happy.”

“Kara,” Lena sighed, feeling overwhelmed with emotional exhaustion all of the sudden.

“On the bright side, at least we know your parents really like me.” Kara grinned, posturing like she found the situation funny.

“Kara,” Lena hissed, unable to find the whole nightmare amusing. “Everyone we know thinks we’re already engaged. I’ve spent the whole day trying to work out how I feel about that, and if I don’t say yes, it’s going to be humiliating for both of us. I can’t believe my mother would do this, and I don’t know why you’d go to my parents in the first place when you know for a fact that my mother is insane.”

The rant seemed to sober Kara and she stepped closer to cup Lena’s cheeks in her palm. “Look, this isn’t about everyone else. Forget the invitations and how people might react. I only care how you feel. And okay, maybe I dived into my feelings and just reveled in my love, but I never wanted to make you feel rushed, or pressured or anything like that. What I’m trying to say is, yes, I would give just about anything to propose to you under this beautiful starburst of colors, but I am just as happy to wait until you’re ready for that. You’re the one I want to spend my life with, Lena. When and if we get married doesn’t really matter as long as you love me and want to be with me.”

The heartfelt truth was what finally gave Lena the nudge she needed to accept her own feelings. She loved Kara more than she loved anyone in the past. A new sense of urgency filled Lena, and she grabbed for Kara’s hand as she tried to navigate down the dark beach. “Take me home so you can do this properly before the fireworks end.”

“Why do we have to go home?” Kara asked, stalling Lena’s retreat by still holding her hand.

Lena squinted up at her mate like it was obvious. “Because that’s where the ring is?”

“No, it’s right here.” Kara stated and pulled out a fancy little black box with a gold and silver trim. “I’ve had it on me for weeks just waiting to ask you—”

“Then what’s in the fridge?” Lena didn’t think as she spat out the words and grimaced at the frown on Kara’s puzzled face.

“What?”

“I found a box in my drawer, and I panicked and hid it when you came home early,” Lena explained in a rush, feeling every bit as stupid as she no doubt sounded.

“So the earrings I bought you will be nice and chilled for whenever you want to wear them,” Kara laughed, still in good spirits in spite of all the drama.

Lena groaned at her idiocy and screwed her eyes shut. “Oh god–”

“Lena?”

“This is such a mess,” Lena wailed, her bottom lip threatening to tremble as the anxiety and stress began to take over.

“It’s perfect, just like you,” Kara argued, her ability to spin it all in a positive light nothing short of a miracle. “It makes an even better story to tell people when they ask how I proposed.”

Lena cracked her eyes open to gape at Kara and found her already on one knee in the sand. “You seriously still want to do that?”

“Ye-yeah—of course, I mean I’m trying right now.” Kara raised the little box and popped the lid open to reveal a beautiful diamond with gemstones on either side of it. A small light inside the lid illuminated it, and Kara beamed up at her with pride. “Lena Kieran Luthor, nobody brings me such joy and inspiration as you do. You’re everything I’ve always wanted in a mate, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you marry me?”

Lena whispered a joyful, tearful “yes,” and only much later did she think about how her cunning mother had gotten her way.