The Best of Both Worlds - Part 2

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Lena had no concept of how sore she would be after having sex with a superhero until she woke up the next morning. She had a sudden new awareness of her muscles when she stood and hunched over clutching at the night table. It inspired her to text Kara right away to request they take up spinning classes again, and then she hobbled into the kitchen to find Supergirl waiting on her.

It was startling to see the alpha standing next to a chair like she was too uncomfortable to sit down. Supergirl jerked to her full height at Lena’s entrance and then her lips twitched with the beginnings of an explanation. “Lena, I just wanted to check on you after last night—”

“I’m good,” Lena lied and stepped forward to grab a carton of juice from her fridge. Her leg cramped up in the process and it took a lot of acting to pretend like Supergirl hadn’t wrecked her.

Elegance escaped her as she fumbled with two glasses and filled them both up with juice. She held one out to Supergirl in the hopes that the alpha would just drink instead of calling her out on her behavior.


“If last night was too much for you—“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lena laughed and drank her juice with a cocked eyebrow and a dimple in her cheek from the sourness. “I’m in heat and we have no time to waste.”

“About that,” Supergirl began, with one hand positioned on her hip and a hesitant expression on her face. “We could probably accomplish our goal quicker if you let me knot you. I know it’s a whole other level of intimacy you didn’t bargain for—“

“I’ve never let an alpha do that,” Lena blurted in honesty and thought back to her recent relationship with James Olsen and how often she had to outright remind him to avoid knotting. He had measured up as more of a beta, so the knot wouldn’t have been much of an extra stretch, but Lena had a few principles about sex that she would compromise for no one, not even Supergirl.

Supergirl’s surprise was written all over her face, but what caught Lena off guard was the way she exhaled quietly, as if her alpha was relieved to hear it.

“Consider this a topic like your real identity,” Lena announced sharply, her suspicious eyes narrowing at the alpha as she set her glass of juice down a tad roughly. “Don’t ever ask me again, or your donation of DNA can be given in a cup.” She settled her right hand on her hip and raised a demanding eyebrow. “Are we clear?”

Lena’s clipped tone prompted Supergirl to blink and clear her throat.

“Crystal,” The Super stated, with enough decency to at least look chastised for being as territorial as every other alpha.

“Good, then it’s time for you to leave,” Lena uttered, entirely in no mood to dance around the awkwardness of Supergirl loitering in her apartment when all she wanted was to sit on an ice pack and swallow a couple of Advil.

“I thought since you’re in heat…” Supergirl trailed off with pinched lips, and Lena tried to remain cool and unaffected by the scent of her irresistible pheromones.

“The whole point of doing this is so that I can remain on as CEO. I still have work to do, with or without an office,” Lena murmured, less aggravated as she caught the way Supergirl seemed to fidget with her fingers. It was a nervous tick she had only seen a few times when the Super was stressed, and it confused her to see it now.

“Come back around five,” Lena whispered, much softer despite the way her eyes tracked every move Supergirl made. “I’ll be ready for you then.”

As Supergirl nodded and turned to stride off, Lena received a text and her face lit up as she noticed Kara’s picture. She plucked up her phone with enthusiasm and read the sweet message that her best friend had sent.

Just your daily reminder that you are the best CEO at any of the companies in National City and you deserve nothing but respect and admiration. You certainly have mine. – K.

Her finger was hovering over the letters, but before she could consider how to reply, there was a knock on the door. She checked her security cameras to see Kara standing outside in the cutest pale blue sweater with a collared shirt that was sticking awkwardly out at the top.

Lena opened the door so fast her hair whipped back and she grinned when she realized Kara was holding out a bouquet of purple plumerias. The bashful smile on Kara’s face was almost as adorable as the way she stretched her neck to stand at full height without posturing.

“I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time,” Kara blurted, and then hung back from the door as if she wasn’t planning to stay.

Lena reached out to grab ahold of her by the arm and pulled her inside before the polite alpha could argue.

“I have a phone call at ten, but that gives me an hour to enjoy your company.” Lena breathed and inhaled Kara’s pheromones, which were softer than Supergirl’s, but still so enticing that her mouth hung open when the alpha walked by.

“Breakfast?” Lena questioned and stepped back behind the counter in search of the Advil bottle.

“I actually just ate, but I’d love a cup of coffee,” Kara replied and stationed herself in front of Lena’s high end coffee machine.

“Make me one too,” Lena smirked and then swallowed down two of the pain meds that her sore body needed after going several rounds with Supergirl.

“What’s that?” Kara asked with a flick of her hand towards the Advil bottle and her eyebrows lowered in worry. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Just a slight headache,” Lena admitted, and then chastised herself inwardly for telling yet another lie.

Kara’s concern was almost as aromatic as the coffee, but the alpha refrained from asking anything else and changed the topic entirely. “So I have a draft of an article written up about your relationship. Maybe we could go over it together and I can ask you a few questions that I think will be on everyone’s mind?”

The oddest sensation of guilt settled in Lena’s stomach. Kara must have spent all night trying to smooth out a story that would sound better than the one the board carelessly gave.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Lena uttered without thinking, and then smiled wider in appreciation of her best friend. “You’re the most compassionate person I know.”

Kara laughed the compliment off but she blushed so prettily that Lena openly stared. She wasn’t entirely sure how long her eyes were on Kara, or how soft her own smile had become, but the moment Kara glanced her way, Lena dropped her gaze and helped herself to one of the cups of coffee.

“Alright, lay it on me. I don’t expect you to hold back any punches,” Lena informed her friend and wrapped both hands around her mug to steady herself for the tough questions ahead.

Kara chewed her lip for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and eyeing Lena to make sure she was ready. Lena gave the subtlest nod, and Kara set down her phone to record the conversation.

The alpha opened with a question Lena had been asking herself all morning. “Being the CEO of a multi-billion tech industry, your reputation for hard work and dedication is fast becoming legendary. Are you sure you’re ready to have a baby when your career is just taking off?”

“This isn’t a question alphas are asked,” Lena rebuffed immediately, and from the way Kara’s lips quirked at the corners, it was safe to say her friend expected that.

“True, but alphas aren’t the ones who typically sacrifice their careers to raise kids.” Kara countered, and Lena tried her damnedest not to smirk at the way Kara’s apologetic eyes tried to convey how unfair she knew this line of questioning was, or how biased against omegas.

“I’m not expecting Supergirl to hang up her cape, so nobody should be expecting me to step down as CEO,” Lena uttered, the words coming out of her mouth like she had rehearsed them in her mind. “I’m more than confident that between us we can raise a baby without compromising our work or our relationship in the process. Millions of couples do this every day, and so will we.”

Kara flipped a page in her notebook and squinted thoughtfully before asking, “What do you say to the people who are concerned that being in a relationship with Supergirl will distract the Hero from protecting National City?”

“I think that’s a narrow minded and selfish view of the situation. We don’t expect our police officers, fire fighters, surgeons and politicians to abstain from relationships.” Lena’s tone was sharp, but there was a tremble to her voice as she avoided Kara’s curious eyes. “Can we stop for now?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s uh—that’s good enough for me to uhm—write the rest,” Kara murmured, pausing the recorder and pressing her lips together as her eyes lingered on Lena. “Something on your mind?”

Lena sighed, her smile tense and unable to hide the conflict of her heart. “Here I am
preaching about Supergirl’s right to date whoever she chooses and our relationship is a lie. I’m the one prohibiting her from finding a relationship by entangling her in my deceit of the City.”

“She’s the most powerful alpha on Earth. I don’t think she’d do anything unless she really wanted to do it,” Kara reasoned easily, and moved to pour herself another cup of coffee with an obscene amount of sugar. “But I—I am wondering, and you can tell me to shut up if I’m stepping over any boundaries, but do you want to have a kid right now? If the board wasn’t pushing for it, would you still want to start a family?”

Lena might have consciously been avoiding that question, and maybe it was her heat or her foolish heart that compelled her to speak the truth as she followed Kara to the kitchen.

“Honestly? With the right alpha?” Lena’s anxiety spiked as she stared in longing at Kara, her lips parting to whisper a breathy, “Yes.”

Kara dipped her chin to her chest and Lena worried that her friend was thinking the worst of her for this charade she was pulling.

“You must think me a monster for saying that, for being willing to go through all of this to secure my role as CEO—”

“No, in fact I — I understand what it’s like to do what you believe is the right thing, even if it means living a double life,” Kara croaked out, her eyes shimmering with deep and complicated emotion. “When I first met you, I knew you were special. And as I got to know you more, I knew I wanted to keep you in my life forever, so I never told you, because I’ve been so afraid of losing you, Lena. So afraid, but it isn’t right for me to keep this from you. I need you to know, Lena, that I’m—I’m S—”

Lena’s lips were on Kara’s before she could stop herself, feather light and trembling as she cut off the apology she was sure would spill from Kara’s mouth.

“It’s okay,” Lena whispered as she pulled back, her heart hammering in her chest as she finally confessed, “I want you too.”

Kara burst into high pitched, uncontrollable laughter, then fell into a complete stunned silence with her mouth agape. She surged forward to kiss Lena again, holding either side of her face with both hands.

Their lips mingled and Lena tasted not just the expensive coffee, but a pleasantly icy flavor that belonged to Kara. She savored it and tipped her head back as the alpha surprised her by kissing down her neck and opening the buttons on her night shirt before leaping backwards in a sudden panic.

“Wait—we need to wait,” Kara insisted comically, like she was saving herself for marriage. The cringe on her face brought a mischievous grin to Lena’s and she prowled forward to grab Kara by the front of the shirt.

“Are you worried about Supergirl?” Lena asked, feeling the smallest stab of guilt that her happy heart was slow to acknowledge.

“You have no idea how worried,” Kara chuckled, her laugh gaining volume along with a warble of terror.

“Oh, what, do you think she’s going to beat you up?” Lena joked, and watched Kara nod, just to shake her head as if she was terribly confused by the whole situation.

“I mean, I would beat me up right now, for a whole lot of reasons—“ Kara leaned against the counter with both of her hands stretched out to grab either side of it. “We need to talk, Lena—"

Lena sobered up a bit upon hearing Kara’s more serious tone and narrowed her eyes to question, “About Supergirl or about us?”

Kara seemed all prepared to answer her, but then her phone began to ring, and in her aggravation she ripped it from her pocket and snapped at whoever was on the line. “What? I’m with Lena right now. I came over to interview her.”

Lena could overhear Alex as she gave a good enough reason for contacting her sister. “I’ve got the list you wanted. No less than twenty four hours later into this whole situation between Supergirl and Lena, and there’s already been three hits taken out on her life. I intercepted them all and the DEO is dealing with it. You can’t—ahem, you can’t publish this information, but it is safe to say I can confirm just what you suspected: anyone who is publicly involved with Supergirl is in extreme danger.”

“Yeah, but I’m a Luthor,” Lena butted in and leaned over the phone to press the issue with Alex. “I keep the assassins in this city in business. Without me, this would be a boring first quarter for them.”

“See?” Kara squeaked and there was a smug air about her as she added, “I told youLena would say that.”

“I really hope you know what you’re doing,” Alex sighed in resignation, and for a conflicted moment, Lena couldn’t tell if she was the one being addressed or if it was Kara.


“I’ve survived this long, I’m not about to run for the hills just because a group of idiots found a new reason to hate me.” Lena drawled, and then the line went dead. She squinted at Kara with a hint of remorse for hijacking her conversation and placed her hand over the alpha’s in apology. “I’m sorry. If I’ve caused any rifts between you and your sister--”

“Don’t worry about it, she just worries a lot.” Kara muttered, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling, even though her shoulders slumped. “I guess I do too,” she whispered, like the weight of the world was thrust upon her shoulders.

“I’m a big girl, Kara, and I know what I’m getting myself into.” It was supposed to be a comforting reassurance that Kara didn’t have to worry about her. Though from the way Kara’s sad eyes met hers, Lena doubted she had put her friend at ease. “If this is too much for you, I’ll understand. We can just forget that we—”

“No, no that was—Lena, that meant everything to me. I’m not going to just forget it.” The firmness of Kara’s voice was so resolute that Lena’s stomach went a little funny. The alpha turned to face her, and the scent of her seemed stronger for a moment. “I don’t want to forget it.”

“I don’t, either,” Lena admitted, and all the hope she had been reserving filled up her chest until she felt as light as air. “Why don’t you come by tonight and we can have dinner and talk?”

“T-Tonight?” Kara stuttered in surprise, her wide eyes startled behind her glasses.

“Around eight o’clock?” Lena suggested, praying that Kara wasn’t about to flake on her now that she was making a move. “I know it’s a little last minute—”

“Great is eight,” Kara blurted, her cheeks turning a vivid and splotchy red as she laughed in embarrassment. “I mean I’ll be there—here, at eight. I should go. Gotta finish this article so it can be printed tomorrow.”

Kara was rambling, so flustered that she moved towards the balcony before about turning to rush towards the door.

Lena found herself alone and staring at the place that Kara had occupied, but she didn’t have the time to dwell on her best friend’s odd behavior.

She rushed through a shower, brushed her teeth, and threw her hair into a messy bun while dialing into the conference line where she would be talking to the board.

One benefit of working from home was that no one could see the blush on her face or breathe in the scents of her heat.

She listened while Anthony White made a few insane proposals related to promotion and marketing, though her attention span was diminished with two sets of alpha pheromones in her apartment – the softer fragrance of Kara, and the dominant notes of Supergirl.

Somehow she zoned out enough that Anthony had to repeat her name twice. “Lena? Lena? Did you hear what I said about making a public appearance?”

“Public appearance?” Lena asked uncertainly and rubbed at a muscle in her neck that felt kinked.

“With Supergirl,” Anthony clarified with a gruffness to his voice, like just thinking of the superhero was bringing out his macho side.

“This is the time to feed the press,” came another voice, belonging to Jonathan McConnell, a cantankerous board member who was always in contempt of Lena’s plans. “Don’t you want to go out with your mate? Make some reservations, feed the rumor mills a little bit—“


Lena wasn’t sure what she found more repugnant, the fact that McConell was talking to her like she was his granddaughter, or the fact that he was actively encouraging her to perform publicity stunts.

“I’ll get Miss Luthor a reservation at the Rainbow room,” Anthony offered, as if the entire matter was settled and Lena had agreed. “How is seven o’clock tonight?”

“I actually have plans—“

“Rearrange them,” McConnell gruffly demanded, leaving no space for argument. “You need to be seen with Supergirl. I understand keeping your relationship a secret for her sake, but now that the cat’s out of the bag, you should be seen on Supergirl’s arm at every opportunity.”

Lena wanted to argue, but the board was so excited about their scheming that she couldn’t get a word in edgewise. She was aggravated by the fact that they tried to make it out like they were doing her a favor by green lighting her relationship with Supergirl.

When the call ended rather abruptly with Anthony announcing that he had booked the table, Lena let out a snarl of frustration and resigned herself to the two unpleasant texts she would have to send out. She had only just asked Kara to come over for dinner so they could talk about their feelings, and now she had to cancel to go on a date with Supergirl.

“This is a fucking mess,” Lena grit out as she frantically typed a message to Supergirl.

We have a problem. Corporate booked us dinner reservations at the Rainbow Room for 7pm. If we don’t attend they’ll suspect something.

She hit send without worrying about it and then paced while she tried to compose a heartfelt message to Kara that wasn’t just a litany of apologies.


The board just blindsided me by reserving a table at 7 to have a public dinner with Supergirl. I’m sorry, Kara. I hate to do this, but can we reschedule?

Lena’s hopes sank faster than a flooding ship when she received a two word reply: Of course.

Supergirl never even bothered to respond to her and it put Lena in a foul mood as the day dragged on. She completed all of her work and spent the afternoon pampering herself – not for Supergirl’s sake, or because they were going on a date, but to avoid the guilt that gnawed at her when she thought about her complicated situation.

A better person would have canceled plans with Supergirl and told the board the truth, and yet Lena was still clinging to the idea that she could handle juggling the lie. She wondered if it would compromise her friendship with Kara, or any other relationship they might have explored if not for the decisions Lena had made.

After soaking in the bathtub and agonizing for so long that her fingers pruned, Lena dried herself and put on a short dress with one ruffled shoulder and a pair of black patent stiletto pumps to match. She gathered her hair up and nearly stabbed herself in the ear as she pushed in her earrings.

All in all, she looked presentable and like a woman in love, even if she was still waiting on Supergirl to accept the dinner invitation.

She set out for the restaurant without hearing back, and pondered all of the headlines she might read in the morning paper if Supergirl stood her up.

The waiter who greeted her seemed to know that Supergirl was expected, because he craned his neck behind Lena very blatantly and frowned when he asked, “Are you alone?”

“No,” Lena blurted in anger and repeated herself one too many times, “No, no, Supergirl is on her way. She should be here any minute.”

She followed the waiter to the table, and just as she was about to sit down, Supergirl came out of nowhere just in time to pull out her chair.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it,” Lena remarked and turned to see the alpha wearing a very different kind of suit—impeccably tailored with a silk tie in Supergirl’s signature colors.

Lena stared for far too long to be considered polite, and then cleared her throat as Supergirl’s hand remained on her back while tucking her into the table.

“I had to deal with some very bad people today,” Supergirl admitted and then curled her lip comically like she was trying to hold back colorful language. “Apparently the fact that we’re dating has made you much more of a target than I ever foresaw. Don’t be surprised if we barely get through appetizers before I need to whisk you off to safety.”

Supergirl’s mood shifted after a second, and then she disappeared only to return with a bouquet of red and blue flowers.

Lena wasn’t sure what to do with them at the table, but she knew their pictures were going to be plastered everywhere within half an hour. From her peripheral vision she could see the blatant way people gawked with their phones out, and the not so subtle flash of one or two of them going off before waiters diligently put an end to it.

Lena sniffed the flowers with a small, strained smile on her lips and then set them gently down.

“So, other than dealing with assassins, how was your day?” Lena asked politely.

She was acutely aware of how everyone in the restaurant had collectively held their breaths to try and eavesdrop.

Supergirl looked just as uncomfortable at being at the center of attention, and opened her menu with a sigh that almost scattered the petals off the flowers. “Yeah, it was mostly classified stuff. Do you know what you want?”

Lena chewed her lips and eyed the crowd gathering outside the restaurant and trying to peer through the window at them.

“Privacy,” she murmured, her gaze flicking back to Supergirl before she opened her own menu to peruse the selection. “Well, since I might die before the main course, how do you feel about starting with the dessert?”

“Let’s have dessert and get our entrées to go,” Supergirl suggested with a glance over her shoulder at a thick-necked alpha that was snapping a photo with an actual camera. He clearly thought he could be inconspicuous by standing behind a leafy plant and shuffled a few steps to the left when he noticed he had been spotted.

“Great, so we’ll try everything on the dessert menu,” Lena informed the waiter, who was hovering at the ready to tend to their every need.

As awkward and weird as it felt, Lena reached out to hold Supergirl’s hand. A strange tingle went through her fingertips when they touched, and it put Lena more at ease with showing physical affection.

Her heat was still raging, and the scent of it broke through the splashes of coverage perfume that she wore. She breathed in Supergirl’s pheromones as they responded to her omega arousal with scents that no human alpha possessed. It came at her in drifts, like a breeze off the ocean.

“I almost forgot, I bought these for you.” Supergirl coughed and handed Lena a very big and very crinkled paper bag.

Lena peeked inside of it to find a fancy box of Parisian chocolates and a whole bunch of pregnancy tests.

“You do know how human reproduction works, right?” Lena squinted and rolled the bag shut before some nosy person could check out its contents. “It will be weeks before we can find out if I’m pregnant.”

“Weeks, right, I knew that.” Supergirl licked her bottom lip and nodded while glancing sideways at the heaping tray of desserts that the waiter brought over. “It’s just good to be prepared for when that time comes.”

“And you thought bringing this to a date was the right move?” Lena questioned with enough disbelief that Supergirl blinked back at her with a small, sheepish smile.

It made Lena question a few things, and she waited until their table overflowed with different cakes and desserts before tactfully asking, “Had you ever been with a human before me?”

Supergirl’s fork paused mid lift and the chunk of tiramisu wobbled as she met Lena’s curious eyes. She swallowed before sitting up straighter, her own eyes shifting to the table.

“Would that matter?” Supergirl asked, eating the forkful so fast that Lena missed it.

“A simple yes or no would suffice,” Lena retorted and took a stab in the dark when the Super still remained silent. “I’m not bothered if I’m your first.”

“My first?” Supergirl squeaked, her ears turning a vivid scarlet that might have been mortification or anger. It was difficult to tell with the potency of her alpha pheromones, and Lena rubbed her thighs together because her heat wasn’t making things easy.

“Human,” Lena reiterated around a mouthful of pie, a little amused by how sensitive the alpha seemed about the topic.

“Well I—” Supergirl began, viciously digging into a slab of brownie that was drizzled in warm chocolate. “I’ve dated someone in the past, but they weren’t human.”

There was a level of self-consciousness about the alpha that intrigued Lena, but before she could comment on it, Supergirl posed her own question. “Am I the first alien you’ve dated?”

“As far as I’m aware,” Lena murmured, savoring the taste of a caramel tart by sucking on her spoon. She noticed the way Supergirl’s eyes darkened as her lips locked around the silver, and she quirked a brow suggestively.

Supergirl averted her eyes and made a play for the strawberry cake that Lena had been coveting.

“Would you still be interested in seeing someone if they came out to you as one?” The alpha asked and then stuffed some cake into her mouth, which in turn covered her lips in an excess of cream.

Lena wiped it away with the pad of her thumb as she gave the question her serious consideration. “It depends entirely on the person. I wouldn’t reject someone outright for being an alien. I’d just prefer them to be honest with me from the start, but I would understand if they were afraid because of what Lex did to Superman.”

After sticking her fork into the piece of strawberry cake to share it with Supergirl, Lena paused and thought back to her earliest days in National City. She had idolized Supergirl then and truly believed they would never find themselves at odds—that they would become trusted partners in keeping the City safe and even confidantes.

“To turn the situation around, I thought you might tell me your human identity in the beginning,” Lena admitted with a blush as she remembered being in Supergirl’s arms on more than one occasion. “I’ve always understood your need to keep that secret. I hoped you would come to trust me, but then I realized in your case it’s more complicated than just building trust.”

Supergirl frowned, her eyebrows curved downward as seemed to think over Lena’s comments with seriousness. “I just want to put your safety first,” she whispered and peered around at all of the onlookers who pretended to be minding their own business the second her head went up. “It’s what’s best for you and now what’s best for our future children—I mean baby.”

On some deeper instinctual level, Lena’s omega responded to that with a desire to be bred.

In hindsight, she would realize that it was one of many moments when she should have felt conflicted and guilty when factoring in Kara, but didn’t. It seemed her omega and sex drive had an awareness that she lacked in mental acuity.

At the time, she tried not to melt in her hormones over Supergirl’s words and said nothing about the comment related to children, plural.

Supergirl took her hand, and for a fleeting minute, Lena allowed the contact. She even experienced a genuine warmth towards the alpha that she didn’t have to fake.

“On the subject of safety,” Supergirl continued in a softer and discreet tone. “I thought it would be a good time to discuss your recent experiments with Harun-el. I’m sure you realize that because the baby will be half Kryptonian, you shouldn’t be anywhere near the stuff, let alone stockpiling it at L-Corp—”

Lena’s mood shifted, slow at first because of the alpha’s pheromones, but then Supergirl’s manipulation hit her.

“Is this the real reason you agreed to help me?” she hissed in outrage, her teeth forming perfect rows that were a threat, despite how close she seemed to smiling. “You think you can police my activities at L-Corp?

“No—no, no, that’s not it at all,” Supergirl argued in distress and reached out to try to placate Lena with touch. “This is just a biological fact of Kryptonian life. I wasn’t sure you had thought out all of the particulars—“

“I’ve built you entire Kryptonite shields, and you think I haven’t thought about how to conduct my research safely?” Lena’s tone soured and she shoved her chair back fast to pass her credit card off to the waiter without any thoughts about how that would look. He ran off with it as Lena left the table and stormed through the restaurant.

At any time, Supergirl could easily rush after her, though that didn’t stop Lena from being dramatic.

She reached the door, the waiter delivered her card to her on a small silver tray, and that was when she recognized her mistake.

Everyone was observing her behavior, which meant without question it would all get back to the board of L-Corp. She only hesitated to return to the table because that would seem like groveling, so she had no choice but to step outside – but what happened next brought her to her knees literally.

Someone grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced Lena down onto the cement. They slipped a silk bag over her head as a noxious bomb went off somewhere above her.

She felt like she might be sick inside the confines of the fabric as her ears rang from the noise of the explosion.

A pair of rough hands began zip-tying her wrists together, but then there was a rush of air and Supergirl was close by.

Lena could only sense what was happening based on the scent of sweat and the grunts of her attacker.

She might have fainted from lack of air, because when Supergirl lifted the silk bag from her head, there were three men sprawled out in front of the restaurant window and a whole throng of people watching the events, including a team of DEO agents who had shown up to help.

Supergirl put her arms out and lifted Lena, bracing her with one hand at her waist and the other under her legs.

“We’re going to fly off now, but first kiss me,” Supergirl demanded and then bent forward so their foreheads touched.

“Why should I kiss you when you do nothing but piss me off, and you know very well that it’s against our rules?” Lena rasped, a little slow on the uptake as cameras flashed around them.

“Everyone is watching us,” Supergirl intoned while inclining her head in their direction.


With that motivation, Lena brought her lips up to barely caress over Supergirl’s mouth. She regretted it as the kiss instantly soothed her.


Supergirl tasted familiar to her tongue, but given how shaken up she was over the assassination attempt, she failed to figure out why. She tucked herself into the alpha’s chest during their short flight back to her penthouse and tried to put the kiss out of mind.

She was still shaking when they landed on her balcony, and it had nothing to do with the chilled air that had whipped at her face.

Adrenaline and panic fused with her heat to make a volatile cocktail, and she stumbled out of Supergirl’s arms only for the alpha to materialize in front of her before she had taken a full step.

“Lena,” Supergirl whispered, her remorseful tone enough to flare up Lena’s anger.

“No, no don’t you dare ask if I’m okay or if I’m sure I want to go through with this,” Lena prematurely snapped.

She moved to step around the alpha and found that she couldn’t because the infuriating Super was blocking her path with those mystic blue eyes that seemed to hold so much hidden emotion.

“I’m fine.” Lena bit out, feeling anything but fine, though her pride wouldn’t allow her to voice that as she forced the glower on her face into a smile that was at best a frosty representation of mild hostility.

“Good, then you won’t mind me double checking.” Supergirl’s firm tone left no room for argument and the alpha unfairly used her dominant pheromones to subdue Lena into listening for once.

Lena hung her head with a sigh and waved a dismissive hand through the air for the alpha to get on with it.


Wasn’t it bad enough that she was jittery from the surprise attack? Did Supergirl really need to make her worse by lightly brushing her hair out of her face to take a look at her neck?

The feathery touch along her throat where the bag had been sent a different kind of shudder through Lena when the alpha’s thumb rubbed at the delicate skin. She raised her chin in what she hoped was defiance, but that brought their lips precariously close.

Lena realized her mistake when Supergirl’s fingers pushed into her hair, and just when she worried the alpha might try to kiss her, Supergirl dropped to her knees to inspect Lena’s legs with much too gentle a touch for an examination.

“You were pushed down pretty hard, does it hurt here?” Supergirl asked, stroking over Lena’s knee, then up higher to tease along her thigh. The alpha was breathing heavier, huffing at the intimate scents of Lena’s heat, and when she gazed up at her, it was with more lust than concern in her eyes.

The Girl of Steel was hot for her and Lena’s omega took control of her actions as she tangled her hand in glorious blonde hair and rasped, “Having a grazed knee isn’t going to stop me from getting on all fours, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

The hairs on Lena’s arm tingled with anticipation as Supergirl rested a hand on her upper thigh and continued to stare up at her.

Lena had no qualms about moving right on to hardcore sexual acts after her brush with death.


Call it maladaptive behavior, but she and Supergirl competed to see who could get her panties off faster.

The harsh sound of the material ripping just soaked her pussy in glistening slick and the junction between her intimate lips was a soft coral pink with arousal. She placed a finger in between them and Supergirl’s tongue followed with a ravenous lick.

Her clit was in Supergirl’s mouth, and the contrast of cold and scorching temperatures opened her up to out of this world sensations. She tossed her head back in feverish abandon, so full of hormones that her face was a scorched red across her cheekbones. Twinges of sensitivity made her hands gravitate up to her nipples and she played with them through her dress.

The sight of Supergirl’s face framed by her thighs gave Lena a dangerous thrill of power. She rucked her dress up with complete disregard for the price of it and threaded her fingers through golden hair to tug the Super’s mouth away.

 
Lena shivered at the way the alpha’s cheeks shimmered with her arousal and she watched in awe as Supergirl waited for her to tug her face back to her cunt.

“I want you to devour me like one of the desserts we left behind,” Lena rasped, seductive and assertive as her breath hitched.

Supergirl’s skilled tongue licked her devotedly and Lena moaned when the Super praised her with a throaty groan without stopping for a second.

To have control of someone so powerful even for a moment was unlike anything Lena had experienced and she whispered deviously, “I want to hear The Girl of Steel say all of the filthy thoughts she keeps to herself.”

Lena wasn’t prepared for the alpha to pull her mouth away immediately with a wet smack of her lips.

“You need a strong alpha to breed you because you’re in heat,” Supergirl breathed, her pupils wide and wild with passionate appetites. She buried her face into Lena’s pussy like she had never eaten anything so sweet and fluttered her tongue against her clit like nothing else mattered in the world.

The brisk glide of Supergirl’s tongue was pleasuring Lena so much more because of the candid words she whispered at intervals.

“The board was wrong to demand you get pregnant, but it’s about time you have my pups,” Supergirl husked, far from ashamed of herself as she sucked Lena’s clit until painfully aroused.


Rather than finishing her off, the alpha put on all fours and unzipped her dress, kissing at her exposed shoulders and holding her jaw so that she would have to look forward at herself in the panel of glass that led to the balcony.

“All of the fanfare tonight at dinner must have really gone to your head,” Lena accused, her voice as shaky as her arms that could barely hold her upright as Supergirl pounded straight into her.  She grunted at the suddenness of it and how the alpha withdrew ten seconds later to stare down at the gape her cock created.

“Rrosh fah,” Supergirl uttered and pushed her low to the floor with her cunt open. The easy spread of her was shameful and she imagined that the alpha could see as deep as her cervix after pulling out.

“We should go to the bedroom,” Lena whispered as she sank down on her forearms. Despite her suggestion, her omega had other plans when Supergirl’s pheromones became more sexually aggressive.

Lena’s submission went beyond her downward pose, and the thunderous growl of Supergirl meant she was fully aware of it too. Some scents were meant to be reserved for mates, and others were scandalous regardless. They would never make it to the bedroom with the way her pheromones begged for sex.

She hid her face as Supergirl inhaled the wanton aroma that called for the alpha to do filthy things and whined when the Super took advantage of her position to lightly smack her cunt with the flat of her palm.

Full submission could take years in any relationship, so to submit so completely must have stunned Supergirl and brought out every hidden desire of her alpha.

Lena’s groan was just as guttural as Supergirl’s when the alpha slammed into her roughly at a speed so inhuman that all she could do was brace her hands against the shiny floor.

The alpha’s hands were on every inch of her, moving at the speed of light to tweak her nipples and grab her curves as she fucked her harder than the night before.

Lena’s core muscles tightened like springs being coiled and she pressed her cheek to the floor when Supergirl's left hand gripped at her shoulder to pull her back into every rough thrust.

“Do you like that I get to have you without protection?” Supergirl asked, her teeth scraping at Lena’s earlobe as she bottomed out harder and harder.

“Yes,” Lena keened, her voice a soft whisper as she admitted a secret she would have preferred to keep.

The little affirmation was not enough for Supergirl, who bit at her neck as if to compel her to say more.

“Yes, I like it,” Lena whined in obedience and Supergirl rutted into her slick cunt with noisy smacks.

The furious crash of Supergirl’s hips against her ass would leave her even more sore the next morning, but Lena pleaded for that like a promiscuous omega. Lena’s breasts were already jiggling from the thrusts and Supergirl gripped them both like they belonged to her.

The added sensitivity from her heat meant her nipples ached and she mewled when the alpha played with them.

“You want me to fill you with my seed,” Supergirl groaned, clearly on the cusp of it and getting off on the knowledge that Lena enjoyed her cunt being used.

They were frantic together, with Lena pushing back to take even more of a pounding while Supergirl held onto her tighter, pulling her close to fuck into her rippling inner muscles with abandon.

The lightest brush of the alpha’s fingers against her clit sent Lena’s cunt into sporadic spasm so powerful that her cry of release came out strangled.

She kept her head up in the throes of orgasm and Supergirl buried her face into her hair and pitched her hips forward as her cock throbbed. Warm seed flooded Lena’s cunt, and despite the need to keep it inside, Supergirl pulled out to see her creamy entrance coated so liberally.

“Come here,” The alpha growled out, and flipped Lena onto her back with one hand. She pulled Lena by the hip and slid straight back into her still clenching hole with a satisfied moan, “You need more.”

The assertive dominant tone of the Super kept Lena’s heart rate up and she nodded in agreement, her lips parting to rasp, “Fuck me.”

She tore at the suit the alpha still wore and moaned when Supergirl ripped it off herself, literally, to reveal toned muscle and tanned skin that Lena’s greedy hands smoothed over.

Supergirl’s mouth was on her neck, finding a fine line of biting down without marking her, and both of the alpha’s hands controlled the motions of Lena’s hips.

Her cunt encased all of Supergirl’s cock, and Lena whined when she realized that it had thickened in circumference. She had never taken a knot, but she knew how they looked, and Supergirl’s girth was close to that size even without the additional swell at the base.

The seed on her thighs was like milk, and it spilled over the floor as Supergirl came again with a thrust that rammed it deep into Lena.

“Oh fuck,” Lena whined, her head jostling as Supergirl pumped her full of seed.

“You don’t want me to knot, because you want me to come inside of you over and over again,” Supergirl groaned and fisted the lower part of her shaft just to push out more seed inside of Lena.

She wasn’t sure if the Super actually believed that or if it was all part of a seduction to feed into her heat. Either way it worked, because she came with a shuddering moan and pinpricks of bliss colored her vision in hazy hues. The extreme convulsion of her inner muscles begged the alpha’s cock to stay deep and she whined when Supergirl cradled her lower back to stand up with her still secured on her erection.

Lena couldn’t voice the truth even as her mind drifted to it, that the only knot she longed to split her cunt belonged to Kara and she would never let anyone else have that privilege. Not even Supergirl, in all her powerful glory.

She was on the bed before her eyes blinked open. For a fraction of a second as she focused, she thought she saw a flicker of a smile that belonged to her friend on the Super’s mouth. Then it was gone, and she was face first in her pillows while Supergirl rutted into her tender hole like she had the right to take it with such demanding strokes.

“You fuck like you’ve needed this more than I have,” Lena grunted, her jaw slack and speech slurred as she strained into the mattress, helpless in her arousal. She was heavy with lust and the desperate scent of her kept Supergirl harder than steel. Lena’s pussy lips would be rubbed raw from such vigorous mating and she gyrated into the alpha to grind her clit into the solidness of Supergirl pushing ardently into her with quicker lunges.

Her natural slick was everywhere, massaging back into her cunt, and she moaned from the sensational friction. She bit down on the bed sheet as Supergirl slammed into her and bent forward to pin her.

“Maybe I have.” Supergirl breathed into her ear and sucked on her earlobe, confusing Lena with tenderness that was so different compared to the rough jolt of her hips.

It made her feel safe, wanted in ways she never had, and Lena reciprocated by placing her hand over Supergirl’s where it palmed over her breast.

“Take what you need, then,” Lena huffed and pressed down so Supergirl’s fingertips bit into her. “Make good use of me.”

She saw herself with an outsider’s eyes in that moment, so full of the Super’s cock and taking it like it was all she was meant to do, like having sex and breeding with an alpha was her job. It should have infuriated her that this was in her occupational description, that she had allowed anyone to reduce her to this, but her omega reveled in it and her cunt was so good and tight around Supergirl.

The encouragement gave Supergirl free rein of her body and they tangled in the sheets when the alpha rolled them onto their sides to hike Lena’s leg up. With her thigh hanging over Supergirl's hip she could see the intimate and obscene stretch of pussy, the scarlet way her inner lips were forced apart as the alpha charged her cock into her welcoming warmth.

Supergirl’s girth was verging on too much, and there was no sign of a knot forming.

“Lena, Lena I—” The breathy moan was cut off when Lena’s omega relented with a fresh deluge of liquid silk to ease the pressure of her cunt as the alpha bucked. Supergirl sank her teeth into her shoulder, stifling her own cry as ropes of seed emptied in powerful jets to fill her clenching tunnel.

The bite never broke the skin, but it certainly broke something within Lena as she thrashed and screamed, uninhibited and wild in the throes of an orgasm that threatened to turn her world black for a moment. Her cunt might never recover from taking such a thorough fucking and the alpha seemed to delight in that when she squeezed at Lena’s breasts like she wanted her to remember the feel of her fingers long after she was gone.

Lena’s skin was glistening from sweat and excitement and her hair was messy as she drooled into her pillow, still jerking from the pleasure that blurred her vision. She wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, and that was the only reason she weakly whined when the alpha pulled out just to push back inside her sex swollen cunt.

After so much mating, she was very sensitive to every thrust, but she had no desire to stop even if she was already limp in the bed.  Her fantasies were of Kara sliding inside of her and stretching her with a colossal knot, and because her hormones were tricking her into believing that was her current reality, she would sooner black out than bring an end to their night.

Supergirl’s cock penetrated deep and Lena groaned a request, “Stay inside of me and pretend you’ve given me your knot.”


It aided her imagination as she fondled her clit, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she thought about Kara whispering sweet affirmations in her ear. She gave it to herself rough, with her fingers working twice as fast to keep up with the phenomenal sensation that came from fooling her body into believing she had Kara’s knot inside of her.

“Kara, Kara,” she sobbed out in satisfaction, her cunt trapping Supergirl’s shaft in its carnal embrace.

If she wasn’t in such a rapture, she would have questioned why Supergirl went rigid and shot an excess of seed into her depths.

The line between reality and fantasy merged when she heard Supergirl’s words in Kara’s voice, soft and instant as she pushed Lena’s hand aside to cup her cunt. “I love feeling you come around me. One more time, Lena, please.”

How could she deny such a sweet plea? Her whole body thrummed from the rutting and now she was melting into the bed while Supergirl flicked her clit so quickly her entire pussy vibrated. The sopping slick sound was filthy and she could do little more than crane back as every muscle in her body strained like wires.

Humans weren’t supposed to experience these levels of pleasure. The cry stuck in her throat as she opened her mouth and her pulse reached a tempo she couldn’t even hear as her blood rushed through her veins. Everything went white hot and still for a precarious second and then she quaked so violently and gushed so profusely that her thighs and sheets were saturated in her exhilaration.

She felt weightless despite the way her heavy limbs refused to move on command. Lena was breathless and buzzing with endorphins, and she was pretty sure she had found a new kind of orgasm that nobody else on the planet was aware existed. It was only a shame that Supergirl pulled out to check on her, because that was when her high started to dissipate and she remembered that Kara wasn’t here.

“I think I should let you rest now. You’ve had enough tonight,” The alpha whispered, her fingers caressing the side of her temple when she tucked Lena’s sticky hair behind an ear. “Can I get you anything before I go?”

Lena shook her head, her tongue too thick to move, and even if it could, she was so thirsty that it was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She expected the alpha to rush off and leave her in a dazed and sated state, but she returned a moment later with a bottle of water and a cold compress.

“Just in case,” Supergirl murmured, already fully dressed and put together, though not in the suit she had worn. Her cape billowed out behind her when she moved around the room. She glanced down at Lena’s cunt, unable to help the way she admired the mess she had left behind, and then she was gone.

Lena remained in bed for a good ten minutes, her body made of jelly and her mind still pleasantly foggy from all of the fucking. She forced herself up to drink the water, and immediately regretted standing up to stretch when her back cramped.

Groaning as the dull ache of being rawed by the Super began to take its toll, she hurried to the shower so that the warm water could ease her muscles. She soaped up and washed her hair until the scent of Supergirl was faint on her skin, and dallied for an extra five minutes under the hot spray to avoid the tedious task of stripping her bed and getting clean sheets.

When she stepped out of the steam and gathered her robe, she discovered her bed not in the disarray she left it, but adorned with fresh linen and sheets. Even her pillowcases were clean and new, and she half laughed at the gesture as she spotted a folded piece of paper on her vanity.

Lena lifted it to read the short message inside, confused by the emotions it evoked. The last thing you need to worry about is falling into a clean bed after the day you’ve had. Hope you sleep well.

She didn’t want to dwell on it, though she still uttered a quiet, “Thank you” to the empty bedroom. By the time she brushed out her hair and tugged on pajamas, it was already after nine at night and she picked up her phone as she bit her lips and tried not to over think what she wanted to say to Kara.

I know it’s late, and that we still need to talk. My life is beyond complicated and I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to take some time, but can you just come over anyway?

Kara took a minute to respond after the message switched to read, and Lena’s heart skipped as she saw the dots which meant her best friend was typing.

Mind if I show up in pajamas?

Lena laughed as she replied with a heart emoji and Not at all. Sleepover?

Half an hour later to the minute, Kara showed up in old fashioned blue button-up pajamas with a pillow tucked under her arm. She stood for a minute just admiring Lena, her chest heaving like she was hoping for another kiss. Her brows scrunched together behind her glasses and she broke eye contact for a second as she stepped through the door.

“I’m so glad you could still make it tonight,” Lena uttered apologetically and glanced over her shoulder at the empty apartment. “I’m sorry I had to rearrange our plans.”

“Don’t—don’t apologize to me, Lena,” Kara stuttered with her hand out and hunched over as though she was the one who was sorry. “There’s a lot we need to talk about, our relationship included, but after today and the attack at the restaurant, all I want to do is hold you. You’ve been through a lot. Would you—would you be okay with that?”

Lena softened and gave up on any attempted pushback when she saw the concern in Kara’s eyes. “More than okay,” she whispered and stuck her thumb out in the direction of her bedroom.

Even after all of the filthy things she had done that night, she felt strangely innocent and shy as she led Kara into her master suite. She had put on a tank top and cozy pajama bottoms, though she often slept in the nude, and even those articles of clothing made her feel underdressed.

When she came to the bed, Kara stood back several feet and waited for her to lie down before she slipped in next to her.

As awkward as it was at first, after she turned off the light, Lena cuddled into Kara and breathed out a quiet laugh when the alpha’s arm looped around her waist.

“This feels nice,” Lena whispered and found a sweet spot, which was as close to Kara as possible with her arm tucked around her goose down pillow.

She wanted to say more than that, to engage in some conversation, but Kara’s fingers stroked through her hair and it felt so good that she shut her eyes.

Pleasantly adrift in her exhaustion, she dreamed that Kara was whispering the most beautiful things to her in the dark.


I love you. You are so precious to me. I just want to protect you from all that is terrible in the world.