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If you’d ask Lena if she has a type, she’d confidently say no. Because she can appreciate the beauty in every woman she sees, really. She’d take Meryl Streep, but she’d also take Zendaya, Sara Ramírez or Gemma Chan, no type, except maybe someone aesthetically pleasing. If you’d ask her about certain features she likes in women well, she’d describe a muscular body with broad shoulders, defined abs and strong thighs, blonde hair and blue eyes, defined biceps… yeah, she’d describe the love of her life. She’d describe Kara.
If you’d ask her if she is a boobs or ass girl, Lena would always say ass, grabbing Kara’s very defined one is one of her favorite past times after all.
But that’s where Lena is always lying and no one but one person is aware of this lie.
Conveniently, Lena and Veronica don’t talk anymore, their social circles aren’t even the same anymore since Veronica is a criminal and Lena is, well, Lena Luthor. CEO of a twice rebranded L-Corp, CEO of the Lena Luthor Foundation, philanthropist with multiple degrees and one doctorate and also, finally, and most importantly in her own opinion, wife to Kara Danvers.
Kara’s and Veronica’s paths crossed once before and never will again since her dear old friend from boarding school is now in prison. So, there is really no one that can reveal her biggest secret to the world. The one lie she would always tell to not hurt Kara’s feelings.
Lena Luthor is a boobs kinda girl.
She loves Kara’s breasts, don’t get her wrong. She loves that they are firm and that they fit in her hands perfectly, loves how her nipples are so much darker and more petit than her own. Sometimes she’s jealous that Kara doesn’t need to wear a bra beneath a lose sweater and nobody notices, jealous over how well she can run without having to worry about all the eyes clinging to her chest, because there isn’t a lot of bouncing.
But sometimes, just sometimes, Lena wishes that they were bigger. Only a little, maybe a lot. And she does hate herself for it because Kara is perfect, she really is. Literally a Kryptonian goddess among humans.
But Lena loves big boobs so much she can’t help herself sometimes.
That she hasn’t been found out yet is truly a miracle. Andrea knew her in college, inevitably knew of all her hookups in college too. That she hasn’t seen the pattern and teased Lena relentlessly for it must be a blessing from some sort of god.
Even Kara has caught her staring. At women on TV or in the supermarket. Sometimes they joke about the person being really hot and that they’d both shoot their shot if it wasn’t for their marriage, sometimes Lena just points out ‘that’s a pretty scarf’ or ‘a top with a nice color’. Kara doesn’t mind as far as Lena can tell.
And really, that’s just a sign of how healthy and good their marriage is, young as it may be with them being married just close to a year. Kara wouldn’t even begin to think that Lena might be attracted to someone else, they are just too in love.
They are so in love in fact, that Lena asks Kara if she wants to start a family on the day of their wedding anniversary. So in love, that Kara doesn’t even have to think about the enthusiastic “Yes, a hundred times yes,” that escapes her mouth as soon as Lena has asked the question.
They discuss their options later in bed. Lena confesses that she’s afraid of carrying, that she’d rather not if they could avoid it and that adoption feels good to her, since they are both adopted too. They could give a child what Kara got and Lena craved, a loving home with supportive parents.
Kara agrees with the sentiment, but she also has a confession to make. She always craved to have her own child. She’s not even sure why or where this instinctive craving for carrying a baby comes from, she just knows that she’d really like it if she could at least carry the first.
Lena doesn’t protest, finds the idea of Kara carrying their child lovely. She supposes they could still adopt if they ever wanted more children.
They way the pros and cons of IVF and sperm donors, discuss everything Kara remembers about the Kryptonian birthing matrix that also allowed same-sex couples to have children by combining DNA. By the end of Kara’s explanation, Lena is confident that they can recreate it in some way. Kara is thrilled by the potential of having a baby that is entirely them. So thrilled, that she and Lena get out of bed and portal into the Fortress of Solitude, still wearing their pajamas.
They search the archives for anything that could help. Kara is reading through scrolls they have found in a back room while Lena is drawing up a blueprint already, under the watchful mechanical eyes of Kelex. Working with a robot isn’t a first for Lena, but it still amazes her when the little servant corrects one of her calculations, not without apologizing for making her write things down once more.
When Kara finds her again, carrying two scrolls that actually hold explanations on how the matrix worked, Lena is asleep on her blueprint, with a blanket carefully draped over her by the little golden robot.
Kara feels bad instantly and picks her up as gently as she can. Lena is murmuring in her sleep, intangible words until Kara has portalled them home again and put Lena into their bed. Her mumbling is louder in the smaller space of their bedroom, her words making more sense now. Kara can hear ‘DNA’, ‘sequence’, ‘pregnant’ and ‘boobs’ before she kisses Lena on her eyebrow. It always stops the sleep-talking.
They work for a week straight in one of L-Corp’s labs. Lena asks Brainy for his help when the actual building of the device is the only thing left to do. Between the three of them and some small explosions later, they manage to rebuild a device that resembles what Kara remembers almost to a T.
Then testing is the only thing left to do. Different from the Kryptonian version, their machine will only combine the DNA samples of the parents, and after that, they have to be put into a womb for it to actually work. A failed test won’t therefore mean a lost life, just some messed up DNA jumble. They have accounted for both alien and human DNA, so when the first test actually immediately works, Lena and Kara aren’t the only ones to cry. This new invention will change so many lives.
Kelly and Alex have discussed expanding their family for quite some time now, Nia and Brainy (soon to be married) start thinking about it too then.
Sooner than expected, there is a little embryo living inside Kara. Supergirl announces a long mission off-world in an interview with CatCo after they are sure that Kara really is pregnant. Even though she won’t show for quite some time, Lena doesn’t want to risk it, and Kara agrees. They have a whole team of superheroes beside them after all.
Lena has already read 10 pregnancy books by the fourth week. Kara doesn’t have symptoms yet, so she thinks it’s cute that Lena over-prepares, but when she hangs with her head in the toilet, she’s glad for the tip with the ginger ale Lena read in one of the books. She’s glad for it when she bumps boob first into a doorframe and almost bursts into tears because of the stinging pain. Lena explains that her breasts will change and that this change will hurt a little. For now, she places soft kisses all around an even darker than usual nipple, happy to soothe Kara in this way.
Kara’s morning sickness is the grossest thing she ever experienced on earth. Never in her life here had she thrown up so much. But Lena is always there, holding her hair back and rubbing her back until it stops, bringing some ginger ale and on days she doesn’t feel like she has been hit by a truck, even a piece of dry toast.
Lena goes shopping with her when she complains one too many times about her itchy bras that become tighter and tighter as time passes. Lena can see the benefit for both of them in the activity, even if Kara can’t. Kara had worn A-cups before she had gotten pregnant, maybe sometimes B when her period was heavy. Lena still sometimes thinks about the irony of these days, when Kara’s boobs looked the best, but she couldn’t really do anything about it since they were both on their periods and not in the mood for anything more physical than cuddling on the couch and eating pints of ice cream.
Now, they are strolling through the underwear section of one of Lena’s favorite high-end shops. Kara had complained about the expensive models at first, but when Lena had pointed out that they would be the most comfortable since it was the best quality, Kara had smiled gratefully at her. They pick up some soft ones without underwire that wouldn’t irritate her skin or her sensitive nipples. Lena insists on one model with an underwire and soft padding, arguing that Kara needs it to wear beneath her blouse for the upcoming gala they have to attend. It isn’t too uncomfortable when Kara tries it on, so she asks Lena into the changing room for her opinion on the looks.
Lena stares. Long and unabashedly. There is no point in denying it, they both know it. Lena stares.
Kara clears her throat and crosses her arms over her chest. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, this action happens to push up her breasts even more.
Lena has to turn away or else she might have done something that would get them thrown out of the shop.
“What is going on with you?” Kara asks with concern in her voice. Lena can’t have that so she spins back around. Her eyes meet Kara’s for a good second, then they are back below her face.
The bra cups them perfectly, not pushing them up by much but just enough to accentuate the lose flesh. A thousand things Lena would like to do right now flash through her mind. She has to bite her lip and close her eyes to keep herself under control.
Apparently, she takes too much time with calming herself down because Kara speaks again. “If you hate it so much, we can chose another one, it’s just really comfortable. My nipples don’t hurt in this one at all.”
Biting down on her lip even harder is all she can do to stop the moan from escaping.
Kara looks at her questioningly, reaches up to gently brush her finger over her lip to release it. Lena takes a long breath and tries to hold Kara’s gaze long enough to get a sentence out.
“You’re perfect. Just so perfect. The bra is perfect. I just really need to masturbate when we get home or else I’m going to explode.”
“Wha- Rao Lena are you serious?!” Kara exclaims, her head and chest as red as a firetruck.
Lena just shrugs helplessly and averts her eyes once more when Kara begins to tuck on the straps of the bra.
“We haven’t had sex since I got pregnant and you never made a move or even said anything that you were in the mood for it and now you tell me that you’re close to exploding?” Kara asked while she struggles with the clasp.
She huffs out more annoyed then angry and addresses Lena in a much calmer voice, “Can you please open the clasp, I’m ripping the fabric.”
Lena sets her hands down on Kara’s shoulders and kisses her neck sweetly before opening then bra and handing Kara her own back.
“Let’s talk about this at home, it’s not really a conversation to have in public.”
Lena is glad that Kara doesn’t turn around while dressing again. The temptation would have probably made her do something stupid. While Kara finishes dressing, Lena already pays the chosen ones at the register. They leave the store hand in hand, Kara sending many worried glances her way.
All Lena can do to assure her is squeeze their joined hands until they arrive at their car. Barbette, Lena’s driver of almost three years now, opens the back door for them and nods quietly when she’s told to take them home.
Even though the divider between them and Barbette is up, Lena still doesn’t broach the subject of their sex life. Although she probably pays her driver enough, she doesn’t want to make Kara uncomfortable in the car. And maybe she doesn’t want to start a conversation that could possibly start something far more private.
When they arrive at home, the first thing Kara does is throw up in the kitchen sink. Her morning sickness doesn’t really abide the clock, the smallest things can upset her stomach these days.
Lena is by her side instantly, holding her hair back and rubbing her shoulders as she always does. She hands Kara a glass of water when she’s done to wash the awful taste out of her mouth and just kisses her temple gently when she leans over the counter to catch her breath.
“That’s one reason why I haven’t talked about wanting to have sex in the last four weeks. I didn’t want to add any pressure.”
“Have you maybe thought about the fact that it could bring me relief?” Kara asks, not angrily, just curious.
Lena just looks dumbly up at her. She really thought sex would do more damage than good right now. And there was still the issue with her breast sensitivity.
Kara smiles at her gently and brushes some hair out of Lena’s face. “I guess we should refine our communication skills a little. And to start right now, I’m telling you that I’d really like to have sex, even though the morning sickness makes me miserable and my boobs hurt like crap sometimes. I still want you. I always want you.”
She leans down to kiss Lena then, but a finger on her lips stops the movement. “Not that I don’t want to kiss you right now, I do very much, I’d appreciate it if you’d brush your teeth first. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done?”
Kara smirks at the suggestively raised eyebrow.
When she joins Lena in the bedroom finally, they are both already in their underwear. They laugh at the fact that they had the same idea, but soon enough nothing else but their kisses are heard.
Lena would have loved to just look at Kara a little more, but she’s fine with this too of course. Very quickly every piece of clothing is discarded and Lena stops herself once again before diving in.
“Do you want to test out how it feels if I touch your breasts or should I just avoid that area all together?”
Kara looks taken aback, like she herself hasn’t thought about this aspect.
“You can touch them, just be careful please. I still haven’t figured out what feels good and what just straight up hurts.”
Lena nods and kisses her once more before slowly letting her fingers and lips wander lower. Normally, she would have loved to kiss Kara until they were both breathless and ready to move forward, but she cannot hold herself back any longer now.
She feels like Kara’s breasts have been teasing her since she got pregnant. Growing steadily but getting so sensitive in the process that Lena is afraid to even think about touching. The parallel could be drawn to Eve in the Garden of Eden, touching the forbidden fruit which is ripe for the taking.
Lena feels the urge do grab and squeeze, to feel the flesh between her fingers, the weight that her hands could hold, more that they could hold for the first time. She wants to lick and suck and bite, to mark her skin for as long as the red sun lamps in their bedroom shine down on them.
She does none of that. Instead, she carefully brushes her index finger over the skin of Kara’s right breasts. She looks up to check in, Kara has a serene smile on her lips, but she knows Lena likes to have verbal feedback, so she hurries to give it.
“This feels really good it doesn’t hurt at all. Try around the nipples maybe and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Lena eagerly follows the suggestion. The formally rosy areolas have darkened even more over the past month and Lena has to put a lot of focus on not drooling when she swipes her finger over them.
Kara hums lowly in her throat at the contact. Lena pulls pack instantly, afraid that the touch had hurt her.
“Good or bad hum baby?”
“Good, really Good. You can try more if you want to, but you can also go lower. I missed you really much,” Kara sighes at the renewed brushes over sensitive skin.
“I missed you too, I’m sorry I haven’t said anything earlier,” Lena apologizes quietly.
Encouraged by Kara’s words, she lowers her mouth to Kara’s breasts. Starting with gentle brushes of her lips, she slowly closes her mouth around a nipple, not sucking, just gently laving around a stiff pique. Kara moans blissfully, her breaths getting shorter the more Lena indulges in her lust and fixation of her new favorite body parts of her wife.
She spends so much time worshipping her chest that Kara tucks her up a while later, kissing her impatiently before raising her eyebrows.
“Would you be so kind to make me cum now? I don’t want bruises on my chest tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry darling. I’m even more in love with your body today than I was before. You’re just too perfect.”
Lena kisses her again, languidly, to give her words more weight, before she speaks again, “Do you want the strap or any other toys?”
Kara hums in apparent contemplation.
“No, just you would be perfect,” she gives Lena the word back, sacred like she knows how much Lena really means it.
On her way down Kara’s body, she once again stops at her chest but only until her wife’s fingers burry themselves in her hair and push her down gently.
Lena chuckles at the firm directing, kissing her still flat belly instead. “So beautiful,” she murmurs into Kara’s hip, a soft nip making her whine.
It’s the first of many more times Lena gets to learn Kara anew. So many changes with her body open up a whole new level of communication in their bedroom that hadn’t previously existed.
Lena slowly learns to read Kara’s new moods, if she wants to cuddle or if she doesn’t want to be touched at all, if she’s bone-tired and just wants to sleep twelve hours straight or if she’s in the mood for them to stay up through the whole night having fun.
Those nights become increasingly more frequent, especially when Kara reaches her second trimester, the morning sickness slowly vanishes and leaves space for hormonal changes that drive her libido through the ceiling.
Lena isn’t one to complain, doesn’t protest when she steps in the door and is pressed against it as soon as it’s closed again. Sometimes Kara wakes her in the middle of the night because her pajama pants have been a little to tight in certain areas and she needs to relieve some pent up energy.
She has the time of her life, in fact, when they go bra shopping a second time, Kara now at a steady C-cup. They look for breastfeeding bras first before they forge into the comfort section like they did the last time.
Lena feels teased by the little windows in the breastfeeding bra that Kara chooses, almost feels jealous of their unborn child until she remembers that breastfeeding is only temporary but she has access to Kara’s boobs most of the time.
A second later she facepalms at her own thoughts and helps Kara close one of the comfortable ones. Her tummy has gotten noticeably bigger, and even though she can still move around a lot better than most pregnant people her stage, Lena likes to help her with as much as she can.
“How does it look?” Kara asks while turning around, studying herself in various mirrors in the small changing room.
“Magnificent, darling. You never looked hotter,” Lena answers earnestly, and maybe a little too quickly. She hasn’t been looking anywhere else besides Kara’s torso for the last 10 minutes which she now realizes could be a mistake.
Kara just chuckles and pulls her into a gentle hug, Lena’s hands on her baby bump, her cheek resting on a well filled C-cup. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of.
“Somehow I get the feeling that you only love me for my boobs,” Kara jokes when she lets Lena go again, turning around to prompt her wife to open the bra for her.
“Now that’s just not logical because I married you over a year ago, not knowing that you would even carry a child. I was sure we’d adopt if we would start a family, so I can assure you, I love you for your arms, not your boobs.”
Kara laughs with her whole chest at Lena’s little quip; it makes such happiness blossom in her chest that she just can’t help herself but add, “I’ll admit that I’ve been distracted by your breast in the last few month, but what you look like doesn’t matter to me, you know that right? You’d still be the most perfect person to me if you had warts all over your body and a nose the size of Pinocchio.”
“You already got me pregnant, no need to charm me further Mrs. Danvers,” Kara joked while putting her own clothes back on.
Lena stops her from stepping out of the semi-privacy of the changing room with her hands on Kara’s shoulders
“But I mean it and I need you to know that. I’ve noticed that you scrutinize yourself in the mirror lately. But you’re perfect, you’re the most beautiful person, and this pregnancy is just the cherry on top. You’re literally making a new person inside of your body, I can’t think of anything more beautiful than that.”
Tears gather in Kara’s eyes faster than she can blink them away, but Lena is there to brush them from her cheeks when they roll.
“I’m only crying because of the hormones, okay?” Kara rasps out sinking into another soothing hug.
“Of course,” Lena agrees easily, squeezing Kara as tight as she dares with her belly between them. “Let’s get you home and maybe I can give you a massage and foot rubs?”
It’s Kara’s turn to agree, with a grateful smile on her face. They pay and make their way home, only stopping on the way once to pick up some donuts.
The following weeks are simultaneously the most exciting and tiring ones Lena’s ever experienced. They had put off building the nursery up until now, but they get it done together fairly quickly. Kara’s no usual pregnant woman after all. Even though her belly resembles a huge watermelon by now, she’s not deterred from helping with everything.
The first time Alex laughed at her for waddling around with a paint brush in her hand, Kara just flicked the paint in Alex’s face and began to float around from then on out. Floating out of bed in the morning, from the couch to the kitchen, the shower to the closet… any type of space she has to cross she does it hovering like a helium balloon.
She rises to the ceiling to fix a penguin mobile to the lamp, uses that same technique again to attach the curtains to the windows. Lena is thankful for her resilience in this situation, tells it to Kara’s face multiple times that she wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.
Since they have no medical records of Kryptonian pregnancies, they calculated the date of birth like they would for human women. In week 37, Kara looks ready to burst. Her belly looks like a basketball is wrapped up in it, and they both get increasingly worried about the actual birth. What if something goes wrong. If she needs a C-section, they’d need multiple red sun lamps to make it safe for everyone involved.
Lena’s always quick to sooth Kara when she slips into a hormone induced spiral. Kara is soothed by Lena’s touch like she is the hand of a messiah, calming instantly and remaining calm, even when they separate. Needless to say, they have never cuddled more than in these last weeks.
Often, Kara is the little spoon, with Lena’s hands around her midsection, holding on to what soon will be their little baby. Sometimes, Kara lays on her back for a brief moment where Lena can cuddle into her chest. These are the most blissful moment for them, where they discuss baby names, imagine vacation trips they will take with their little girl to show her the world and all the places they want to take her to.
Lena is especially fond of these shared moment when her cheek rests on Kara’s breasts, cuddling into her as much as she dares without hurting her. They haven’t had sex in a while, but Lena doesn’t really mind it, cherishes this new level of intimacy.
One time, Kara’s clothes feel so tight and restricting to her that she just undresses and tosses everything away, plopping down on the bed naked. Lena just smiles at her when she explains it with the most adorable pout, undresses herself and joins Kara on the bed to hold her.
The first time Kara experiences a Braxton-Hicks contraction, they rush to the DEO in under 5 minutes. Lena gets fined a speeding ticket for 40$ but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is that Kara is safe and not in pain, even though it was a false alarm.
When her water actually breaks, they hurry to the DEO once more, this time much slower thanks to Alex’s reassurance that the birthing process takes a lot of time. Kara settles into the med bay with a serene kind of focus, like she is about to treat this birth like one of Supergirl’s missions.
Lena isn’t sure what to do with herself, so she just paces the length of the room every time there isn’t a doctor or Alex present. Through every examination, she holds Kara’s hand, and when the contractions come quicker, they turn on the red sun lamps so Kara can actually squeeze her fingers without breaking them.
They’ve been there for twelve hours when they become mothers to a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
Alex almost cries harder than Kara and Lena herself when the whole delivering process is over and it’s her turn to hold her niece. She’s almost unable to do all the examinations to determine that she is, in fact, healthy, but Kara calms her sister down with the sweetest private dialogue between just them.
“Alex, I want you to meet your niece, Elea Sky Danvers. I’m sure you’ll be the best aunt to my little girl like you were and still are the best big sister I could’ve ever asked for. You always made me feel safe when I was scared and protected me when I was in danger, and I’d like you to do the same for Ellie. Lena and I would like you to be her godmother if you want to.”
Alex is only able to nod frantically, too choked by emotions to get out any words. She holds Ellie with a kind of reverence that makes Lena think they chose the right person to be her guardian.
J’onn surprises them with flying Eliza in, and soon, everyone is there to slowly say hello to the newest member of their mismatched family. One of Lena’s favorite moments happens when Esme gets to hold their daughter for the first time, closing her eyes, to feel the baby’s energy. It’s the first confirmation that their little girl will develop powers, even if they’re not as strong as Kara’s.
After everyone has greeted Elea, after she has passed all the examinations and after an additional twelve hours where Alex monitors her, guides them through the first breastfeeding, they get to take their daughter home.
They take her straight to the nursery and put her in one of the softest onesies they had bought. Putting her in the crib feels daunting. They share one look before agreeing to move the crib into their own bedroom for the first few nights.
Lena picks her up again, while Kara, even though exhausted, picks up the baby bed and carries it into their bedroom. They stare at the sleeping girl like she hypnotized them, drawn in by some thrall that cannot be broken.
“Do you think she will like us?” Kara asks in a whisper, her hands around Lena’s waist.
“Of course, we’ll spoil her rotten. Also, we, particularly you right now, are the ones putting food into her mouth, so she has no choice but to like us.”
“I can’t argue with that logic.” Kara places a kiss on her temple. Lena sags more against her. She doesn’t want to move, doesn’t ever want to remove her gaze from their little girl, but she’s so exhausted that her knees slowly give out without her permission. Kara just pulls her even closer and maneuvers her to their bed. She throws some sleep shorts at Lena and plops down next to her without changing herself.
“Darling you need to change too, your shirt is soaked,” Lena points out without realizing what she’s actually saying.
Kara looks down at her, then up at Lena and laughs shakily, getting up again and vanishing without an explanation. When she returns, she’s shirt- and braless, holding some bottles and caps and Lena can’t understand what is happening in her sleepy brain.
“It’s my breastmilk, I need to pump it, I guess.”
Lena follows her with her eyes, or rather follows the movement of her bare torso moving around the room and collecting everything she needs for pumping. A clerk had explained the machine to them when they bought it, but it’s still weird doing it for the first time.
Kara settles down against the headboard with the machine on the nightstand. She looks at Lena and shrugs before turning the switch and holding the suction cups to her breasts.
Multiple expressions cross over her face in the first second. There is curiosity and wonder and the face you make when something unexpected happens.
“It doesn’t hurt at all. It’s kind of like I always imagined it would feel like if a vampire sucked the blood out of my neck.”
“Seems like your nipples of steel come in handy in this,” Lena jokes and places a quick kiss to her cheek. “You should get the shirt that comes with it next time so you don’t have to hold these.” She points to the suction cups in Kara’s hands, while covering both of their legs with the duvet.
“Should I hold them for you?” she offers, and yeah, maybe it’s not entirely selfless. Even though breast pumping isn’t on top of her most sexy list, there’s still something to be said about cupping her whole hand around these plastic things to help her wife with pumping. It’s an act of service, of devotion and so much love her heart is about to overflow with it.
“Maybe the one close to you? Alex said this could take around 10 minutes and I’m not sure I am that comfortable. Only if you’re not too tired though.”
“I’m wiped, honestly,” Lena admits, but reaches for the suction cup closest to her anyways. “But 10 minutes for you are nothing. How are you holding up?”
“Tired too, but it’s fine it’s for her. I’d do anything for her, for us, it’s a little scary.”
“Yeah, me too. But I think we’ll have to be conscious of ourselves now even more than before. We’ll have to check in more often and see that we’re good. If we’re healthy and well, we can take the best care of her. Promise me that you will call me out on bad things when I don’t see them?”
Lena isn’t sure how the conversation turned to serious all of a sudden, but in her mind, she sees a drunk Lionel in his study at home, pointing his decorative sabre at Lex’s throat because he got an A- instead of an A+ on one of his science projects. She can never become that. She’d rather die than be like this.
“Call me out if I work too late, or if I drink too much. You can’t let me near her when I’m drunk, Kara, promise me please.”
They had talked about the Luthor’s abuse at length in the past so Kara doesn’t need to aske where this is suddenly coming from. She simply drops a kiss to Lena’s cheek and agrees easily.
“I will if you do the same. Call me out when I’m heading into danger without thinking, or putting more on my plate than I can handle.”
They seal the promises with a kiss, breaking away and resting close together.
Parenting, as it turns out, isn’t easy even for a Kryptonian. Kara requires less sleep than most beings on the planet, is able to stay up for days if need be, but nothing could have prepared her for the constant exhaustion that lingers in her bones in the first weeks of Ellie’s life. At least that’s what she tells Lena when she gets up in the middle of the night to sooth the crying baby, to feed her or change her, always without protest, always with a smile on her lips.
In Lena’s opinion, Kara is the best mother on the planet, on top of being the best wife already. She sings Kryptonian lullabies when Lena is too tired to even think about a strategy to put the wailing girl to sleep, she listens for both of their heartbeats when she can’t be with them, even if it’s just a matter of different rooms in the same apartment and she also still finds the time to shower Lena with compliments and positive affirmations, calms her down with a well-timed hug when Lena is about to slip into a baby panic induced spiral and shares her own feelings so openly that Lena can’t do anything but give the same in return.
In a way, they grow even closer with Elea in the middle. There is no destructive behavior from neither of them – Kara even agrees to drink a green smoothie every two days since her breastmilk is all that keeps their daughter sustained for now.
Lena learns a lot about Krypton through all the stories Kara tells Elea, also learns many more Kryptonian words through it. They had decided that Kara would teach their daughter her language by only speaking Kryptonian to her while Lena only uses English.
Of course, there are still struggles, it’s not easy raising a baby, especially not the first. When they have to go back to work, the whole comfortable nest they built in their home comes crumbling down around them. Kara cries so hard when she has to leave for her first day back at CatCo that Lena simply calls Andrea and tells her that Kara won’t be coming today. They agree to work out a lighter work schedule for the reporter, with only 20 work hours in the first four weeks she’s back. Lena can take more liberties with her work, can take a lot of the paperwork home without anyone being able to protest since she’s the boss.
Kara flies home every time she has to pump or breastfeed, which is a blessing on multiple fronts. One, she gets to see her family and is immediately soothed by the view of Lena holding Ellie on the couch, a book in her hands, reading quietly. Two, Lena gets to see her pump, and because Kara comes back from work, there is always this slow-motion moment in Lena’s brain when Kara unbuttons her insanely tight button-up, discarding it entirely to walk around in only her bra until she’s leaving again.
Granted, breastfeeding bras aren’t the sexiest thing there ever was, but Kara’s breasts are still soft and big, and Lena has to often hold herself back from just snuggling so close she would push her daughter out of her wife's arms.
Three, sometimes, maybe more often then not, Kara catches her staring. At first Lena lied and said that nothing made her happier than seeing her two favorite girls together and happy, but Kara is very observant. She sees Lena’s gaze narrow down to a far more specific place. She’s not just watching their daughter, or even Kara holding her, she’s right out staring at Elea’s mouth and where it sucks on Kara’s nipple.
Kara notices, Lena realizes, when she smirks up at her while Lena hands her a cup of tea. And she notices again when Lena takes the empty cup back the kitchen, Ellie now almost asleep in Kara’s arms, close to finishing her meal.
Kara puts her down in the nursery after she’s done and finds Lena in the bathroom. Lena, who is heavily leaning against the sink, staring herself down in the mirror.
Kara leans against the doorframe lazily, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You wanna have sex?” she asks casually, her voice much lower than usual.
Lena’s eyes snap up to catch her eyes, seeing the earnestness even beneath the mirth. Lena just whirls around and presses Kara’s body against the door frame in a heated kiss. They haven’t had sex since Elea was born, content to tend to their daughter’s every need and kind of neglected themselves. Cuddles are a staple in their life of course but nothing more since the birth.
Apparently, Kara is eager as well seeing how Lena is quickly tackled onto their bed only a second later. Lena’s shirt is off only a moment later, Kara already kissing down her neck.
“Is she asleep?” Lena asks in a gasp when Kara unsnaps her bra and palms at her boobs, squeezing maybe a little too hard but the sudden pain makes Lena's arousal spark even more.
“Knocked out. She ate a lot,” Kara confirms, taking Lena’s leggings off in the same breath.
Lena is already breathless, clawing uselessly at the complicated contraption that is Kara’s bra. “Please, please take it off, everything. Please, I want you so much,” Lena whines and can’t even feel ashamed about it since it lands her a very naked Kara on top of her.
Kara makes her cum for the first time without even taking her underwear off completely, just impatiently pushes it to the side and enters her with two fingers. Lena is biting her lip to quiet herself when Kara lowers her mouth to her clit instead and starts moving her fingers again, again, and again.
She’s sweaty, breathless and lost all higher brain functions when Kara finally crawls up her body again to kiss her with so much love that Lena can’t hold back a couple tears from sliding down her cheeks.
“I love you so much,” Lena whispers in between kisses and Kara returns it easily, kissing her tears away and settling down next to her.
When Lena can move again, she flips the switch next to her nightstand that turns on the red sun lamps installed in their bedroom. Kara sighs when she feels her powers vane, but her grip around Lena’s waist tightens without restraint.
The kisses get hotter, filthier again. Soon, Lena is on the way down to her favorite place. Kara’s breasts are so warm and soft Lena just wants to burry her face in them and fade away. There isn’t an inch of skin left unkissed, not one space where her fingers don’t trail over, brush over a dark nipple, carefully squeezing a little harder than what they did during the pregnancy.
Kara is a whimpering mess by the time Lena swipes her tongue through her folds for the first time. She’s more vocal than usual and maybe a little too loud for the sleeping baby in the next room.
“Darling you need to be a little quieter or I’ll have to gag you,” Lena teases. An obscene moan escapes Kara’s mouth at her words. Maybe they should revisit that topic later.
“Fuck Lena I can’t, this is so good. I missed you so much,” she gets out in between two muffled screams prompted by swipes over her clit.
Lena blindly reaches for something next to her while her tongue circles Kara’s clit, finding some sort of fabric. It’s the shirt she previously wore - she tosses it clumsily at Kara’s head.
Kara understands instantly, her moans soon muffled by the fabric. It seems to grant her permission to hold nothing back. Soon she’s gasping and almost screaming at every single contact. Lena is eager to please her, doesn’t stop after the first orgasm, neither after the second.
When Kara finally nudges her head away after the third, Lena kisses up her body again, kissing her still soft belly and hips, and again, her breasts. Kara pulls her further up into a lazy kiss, grinning so much it’s almost impossible to not bump their teeth together.
“Still got it,” Lena jokes after settling down next to Kara, her head resting on her chest.
“Yeah, you do,” Kara chuckles and brushes Lena’s hair back. She buries her fingers in them and scratches soothingly over her scalp exactly how she likes.
“I have one question though, and you can’t lie,” she continues. Lena hears the joke in her voice so she thinks nothing of it, waves for her to go on. “Your obsession with my boobs… is there a reason for it?”
Lena stiffens but the hand in her hair relaxes her instantly. Maybe she does owe Kara an explanation. Maybe she should just fess up.
“Hormones?” she tries instead and is pretty proud of herself for the laugh that escapes her wife.
“Baby, I’m the one with the stretch marks on my belly, I don’t think your hormone balance was really affected be that. Come on, you can tell me everything, you know that.”
Kara is right. There’s no reason to keep this one last secret. Lena is sure she won’t be hurt by the confession, will maybe even laugh at the fact that not one relevant person knows Lena’s secret.
“Let me just tell you that I always love you just the way you are, I wouldn’t want to change anything about you. But I’m, well…,” she trails of and sighs, nuzzling Kara’s neck so she doesn’t have to look into her eyes when she says the next part.
“I love big boobs. I just love everything about them it’s quite insane actually. I had a phase in college... Let’s just say, it’s good that we didn’t meet then because I wouldn’t have even looked at you.”
It’s quiet for a hot second before Kara breaks out into such an unrestrained laugh that Lena can count the second until Ellie wakes up crying, disturbed by the noise. Lena huffs but can’t keep the smile off her face through shrugging back into some clothes. She vanishes out of the room, entering the nursery while Kara is still laughing like a madwoman in bed.
“I will not bring her back into bed before we have changed the sheets so either you do that after you’re done laughing or come join us on the couch.”
Kara’s laugh slowly peters off into gentle occasional chuckle while Elea’s cries subside slowly as well. Lena hears her wife rummage around in the bedroom, probably changing the sheets and getting dressed again.
She joins them on the couch soon after, wrapping an arm around Lena’s shoulder and sliding the other beneath Lena’s that is holding her daughter to take some of her weight. She kisses both of their foreheads, brushing some sleep from Ellie’s eye when she lazily blinks up at them.
“I have to get back to the office to hand in an article, but just to be clear, you wouldn’t be mad if I were to carry another child just so you could play with my boobs again?”
Lena elbows her as much as possible with the baby between them, grumbles something unintelligible under her breath before stringing actual words together, “I wouldn’t mind if that would happen in the future yes. But we haven’t even discussed yet if we want more children and I’m still liking the idea of adoption so that’s a real dilemma.”
Kara breaks out into a laugh again and for the first time, it prompts a smile and a gurgle from the little girl that could be interpreted as a laugh.
Their eyes widen simultaneously but before Lena can reach for any of their phones to capture the moment, Kara speaks again, the laugh not vanishing from her voice. “See, even she thinks it’s funny. She already understands the irony of you ending up with me, a regular A-cup girl. We’ve created a genius.”
“Oh my god, Kara, please don’t make this a thing. I told you that you’re prefect to me just the way you are,” Lena whines, a pout on her lips that could rival her wife’s.
“I know you mean this, and I love you very much too, but every time you say that I just want to start singing Bruno Mars, so I can’t take anything seriously right now.”
Lena groans at her words, shaking her head when she can’t hide her smile. “Go back to work, you dork.”
Kara grins and collects her things, changing back into her supersuit to make the short flight to CatCo. She bends down to drop another kiss on Elea’s forehead, then another on Lena’s lips.
“I’ll be back in an hour or two. Just text me if you need something, okay?”
Lena nods and pulls her into another short kiss. Kara smiles at them and waves before flying out of the window.
A week later, Lena is so fucking grateful that she told Kara about her fondness for bigger breasts when her wife surprises her with a new lingerie set. Kara enjoys the way Lena’s gaze almost burns through her when she undresses in the bedroom, deliberately in front of the mirror so Lena can see everything.
To say they exploit the time Kara is still breastfeeding to have fun with Lena’s preference is an understatement. The possibility that Lena should have told Kara about it sooner crosses her mind briefly when she traces an ice cube around a hardening nipple, but she abandons the thought in favor of leaning down and closing her lips around it instead.