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Kara's eyes swept across the Tower, cataloguing damage that had nothing to do with the building itself.
Alex stood behind Kelly's couch with her arms crossed, calculating. J'onn looked two seconds from pacing. Brainy wore an expression that clearly said I've underestimated Lena Luthor. He had. Nia sat kitty-corner to Lena's sofa, close enough to reach but holding herself back with visible effort.
And Lena—finally home, finally safe after Non Nocere and the entire Lex debacle—was slumped in the corner of her chosen couch. One hand pressed against her forehead like she could physically hold back a migraine. The other was a white-knuckled fist in her lap.
Wrecked. Exhausted. Emotionally drained.
The Super Friends had achieved a precarious peace for the first time in months, and Kara was determined to ensure they maintained it.
Her gaze found Alex, who was already watching her. Kara tilted her head—not the curious puppy tilt, but the silent question they'd asked and answered a hundred times.
Alex squinted back. Are you sure?
Kara's eyes dropped to Lena for a heartbeat before returning to her sister. She gave The Nod.
It had started, as most disastrous Danvers traditions did, with teenage curiosity and a terrible idea.
Alex had found a joint in a college boy's jacket pocket. Kara had found Alex hiding behind the barn, lighting it.
Together, they'd discovered that marijuana absolutely affected Kryptonians.
One puff, and Kara's world had gone sideways and hilarious. Her pupils dilated. Her giggle turned weapon-grade. Alex spent the rest of the night alternately laughing and taking detailed notes on her baby sister's sudden inability to pronounce consonants.
By morning, a legend was born.
Sisters' Night.
No costumes. No missions. No responsibility. Just chemical honesty and questionable snack choices.
Over the years, it became a ritual: talking about the things they'd never say sober, crying about the ones they'd lost, crying harder about the ones they wanted, and laughing until sunrise. A Danvers-brand exorcism of stress.
Others had eventually earned their way in.
J'onn was drafted after a mission that nearly levelled National City. Alex and Kara had shared The Nod across the DEO conference table and declared his attendance non-negotiable. He'd tried to decline, but two Danvers women closing ranks? Even a Martian knows better.
Nia was invited shortly after her mother's death. One look between the sisters, and Kara had taken Nia's hand and flown her home. That night, they'd traded grief for laughter and neon-coloured cereal.
Brainy, a man displaced by a thousand years, earned honourary membership after Kara found him searching the sky for a Legion ship that wasn't coming. He'd tried weed once, decided it compromised his "operational efficiency," and immediately edited his own genome so he could participate without participating. Very Coluan.
Kelly was an admission by affection. Alex loved her. Therefore, invitation issued. Family by extension.
Only one person had never been invited.
Lena.
It wasn't deliberate. Not exactly.
Kara had spent years trying to figure out what she felt for Lena Luthor. She knew it was something. Just friends? It felt deeper than that. A familial connection? Not with the dreams she'd been having. More than friends? Maybe.
From the first day Lena Luthor arrived in National City, Kara Danvers had been in a tailspin.
Confident. Powerful. Gorgeous. Even if Kara were straight—she’s fairly sure she isn’t, though that’s entirely Lena’s fault—she suspects she could still be swayed by Lena “too-attractive-for-words” Luthor. And it threw her. Every. Damn. Day.
Sisters' Night had been her most reasonable outlet—the place she could word-vomit all her thoughts and feelings in the hopes that someone might help her make sense of them.
So Lena hadn't been invited because she was the topic, not a participant.
Alas, Kara still hadn't figured it out.
Now, after everything, they were all together again. All of them wrecked. Sisters' Night felt more important than ever, even if it meant Kara would end up blurting out a whole bunch of stuff she'd been carefully keeping quiet.
She crossed to the coffee table and sat facing Lena. "You're invited to Sisters' Night."
The whole room perked up.
Lena blinked. "I—pardon?"
"So,” Kara began, “A long time ago, Alex and I discovered that—while alcohol does nothing for me—marijuana works just fine." Kara was aware of the others moving slowly but intentionally around them, closing ranks. "Sisters' Night became our excuse to get high and deal with anything that felt too heavy sober. Over the years, everyone's been invited for one reason or another—usually stress, or something big happening in their life." She paused. "You're the last one."
Lena's face cycled through confusion, then something soft, before settling on hurt. "I see. And why, exactly, have I never been invited before?"
Before Kara could stammer a response, Nia piped up. "Because Kara spends most of Sisters' Night talking about you."
"Nia!" Kara exclaimed, darting over to the young hero in a minor panic.
J'onn stepped behind Lena's couch, placing a fatherly hand on her shoulder. He leaned down to murmur, lowly enough that the others wouldn’t hear, "Kara's never quite figured out how or what she feels for you. Sisters' Night has been her sounding board for years. That's why you've never been invited. It's nothing personal." He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze as Kara finished whisper-shouting to Nia about tact, please, for the love of Rao.
Lena stared at the corner of the room for a moment, processing.
Kara reclaimed her seat on the coffee table, grin sheepish but bright. "So. You in?"
Lena tilted her head, feigning consideration. "Will there be snacks?"
Kara exhaled in relief. "So many snacks."
The moment stretched. Kara fiddled with the corner of her cape.
"Alright," Lena finally said. "I'm in."
Nia fist-pumped with a quiet "Yes!"
"Anything I should know?" Lena asked.
"That’s my cue!" Alex clapped her hands together and stepped between the couch and coffee table, nudging Kara with her knee. The Kryptonian floated away to let Alex take her seat. “Rules are as follows. Number one: grab your comfy clothes, an outfit for tomorrow, and any snacks or drinks you want. Then meet back at our intended destination one hour after dispersal." She glanced at Kara. "Where are we doing this?"
Kara bounced to one of the free couches, tore the cushions off, and pulled the frame out into a full bed. "Here! I figured we could have it at the Tower!"
Alex squinted at the sofa bed. "Is this why you begged for pull-out couches?"
Kara grinned, shameless. "Yep! I've always wanted a whole family night!"
Alex sighed—long, deep, affectionate—before turning back to Lena. "Okay. One hour, then back here. Rule two ties into rule one: wear underwear you don't mind people seeing. I'm not saying lingerie, but—" She glanced at J'onn.
J'onn rubbed his temples. "That was one time."
He turned to Lena. "I may have... not prepared myself for catching my pants leg on a table. Whether you care about people seeing your underwear or not, I suggest wearing some."
The Super Friends dissolved into laughter around them. Even Lena had to cover her mouth with a hand to hide her grin. Alex wiped her eyes as she finally managed to continue the induction. "Okay. Besides that, Brainy has air-horn privileges."
"Duly earned," Brainy said with certainty. "If you cannot keep your hands to yourself, you get the horn. I believe it is a reasonable trade." He paused. "Also, Alex, you are—so far—the only person to receive the horn more than once."
"Hey! Kelly was there too!" Alex huffed.
Kelly laughed. "Yeah, but I was trying to move us to bed."
"Not the point." Alex crossed her arms, then continued. "Which leads to the final rule: you're welcome to bone whoever, as long as everyone consents, but take it elsewhere." She gestured broadly. "You demanded we have sleeping quarters here—"
"You're welcome, by the way."
"—Yes, one hundred per cent amazing idea, genuine appreciation to you for funding that—just make sure you use them if needs be."
Lena's lips quirked. "Noted."
"Good." Alex stood, clapping her hands again. "One hour. Go."
The Super Friends scattered.
Kara blurred through the Tower the moment everyone left.
Four sofa beds pulled out and arranged in a square, all facing each other. Extra blankets and pillows stacked within reach. Bowls and napkins stationed at strategic intervals. Water bottles everywhere—hydration was key. She'd learned that the hard way.
By the time the elevator dinged fifty-seven minutes later, the space looked less like a superhero headquarters and more like an extremely well-organised sleepover.
Alex stepped out first, arms loaded with bags. "Show-off."
Kara grinned, floating cross-legged above one of the beds. "I don't know what you mean."
Kelly emerged next, laughing as she surveyed the setup. "Excited for Family Night?"
"Yep!" Kara didn't even pretend to be embarrassed. "I've been hoping for this for years."
J'onn arrived with a single duffel bag and what looked like inner peace. Nia and Brainy came together, Nia juggling three different bags while Brainy carried a single, precisely packed overnight case.
Then the elevator opened again.
Lena stepped out with her chauffeur on her heels, several bags stacked precariously in his arms. She set a massive charcuterie board in the centre of the table and directed Duncan to arrange the rest wherever they’d fit.
"Holy shit," Alex breathed.
Gourmet cheese, four different types of chips, three varieties of cookies, two types of ice cream, brownies, pizza boxes, Thai food, Chinese takeout, a fruit platter that could feed a small nation, chocolate-covered everything, and—
"Is that a fondue set?" Nia squeaked.
Lena shrugged, graceful and unbothered. "I wasn't sure what everyone liked."
Kara floated down to inspect the haul, eyes wide. She turned to Alex. "Why have we never invited her before? We'd save a fortune on snacks." Alex gave her a withering glare that said, ‘You, you’re the reason.’
"I'm standing right here," Lena said, but she was smiling.
"And we're very grateful!" Kara grabbed one of the pizza boxes from a weary Duncan and inhaled. "Oh, that's the good place."
They spread out naturally, everyone gravitating toward their spaces.
J’onn claimed the sofa bed nearest the windows, sitting cross-legged and murmuring something that might have been Martian jazz. Half an hour later, he was flat on his back, humming the same tune at a slower tempo.
Alex and Kelly took the bed to his left, already curled into each other as they sorted through their bags.
Nia and Brainy settled on the third, Nia bouncing slightly on the mattress to test it while Brainy arranged their supplies with geometric precision.
This left Kara and Lena on the fourth.
Lena set her overnight bag at the foot of the bed, then sat carefully on the edge. Kara dropped down beside her—closer than strictly necessary—and offered her a slice of pizza.
"You ready for this?" Kara asked quietly.
Lena took the pizza, considered it, then met Kara's eyes. "I think so. Are you ready?"
Kara's laugh was nervous. "Probably not."
"Comforting."
Alex tossed a grinder their way. It landed perfectly between them. "Stop being weird and light up. We've got a lot to talk about."
They did.
For hours, the Tower filled with the tell-tale sounds of bubbling and coughing, interspersed with voices—sometimes raised, often breaking, occasionally laughing so hard someone couldn’t breathe.
Lena explained Non Nocere with her hands twisting in her lap, trying to articulate the terror of watching herself become something she'd sworn she'd never be. Kara's hand found hers and stayed there.
Kara talked about the lying—the secret identity, the constant fear of losing Lena the way she'd lost so many others. Her voice cracked on "I was trying to protect you," and Lena's thumb stroked across her knuckles.
Lex's name came up, and everyone let Lena tear him apart verbally without interruption. When she finally ran out of words, Alex said simply, "He was a piece of shit and you deserved better," and somehow that was exactly what Lena needed to hear.
J'onn spoke about family—the one he lost, the one he found, the way grief and love are two sides of the same coin. His voice carried the weight of centuries, and when he finished, no one spoke for a long moment.
Nia cried about her mother. Brainy held her and admitted he'd never stopped feeling displaced, even surrounded by people he loved. Kelly talked about the weight of being the person everyone leaned on. Alex confessed she still had nightmares about losing Kara.
And somewhere in the middle of it all—between tears and truth and too much honesty—Alex pulled everyone into a hug that turned into a pile that turned into laughter because someone (Kara) started floating and took half of them with her.
By the time they collapsed back onto their respective beds, something had changed.
The tension that had been choking them for months had finally, finally released.
Several hours, countless revelations and enough weed to put an elephant into a hazy stupor later, the mood had transformed entirely.
The heavy emotional work was done. Now the Tower was filled with the lazy, comfortable energy of people who'd cried together, laughed together, and were now simply existing together.
J'onn was sprawled on his back, humming contentedly to himself, occasionally chiming in with profound observations that may or may not have been entirely coherent. Alex and Kelly were debating whether autumn or spring weddings were superior, but kept getting distracted by tangents about cake flavours. Brainy was explaining something about temporal mechanics to anyone who'd listen, his words occasionally interrupted by Nia's sleepy questions.
The conversations overlapped and tangled—someone would comment on weddings, J'onn would hum in agreement, Brainy would somehow connect it to time loops, and everyone would laugh without quite knowing why. It was the kind of comfortable chaos that came from being too high and too comfortable to care about linear conversation.
And Kara was lying on top of Lena.
Not sitting beside her. Not leaning against her. On top of her.
Lena was stretched out on the sofa bed, and Kara had apparently decided that the best possible position was to drape herself bodily across Lena's torso with her face pressed firmly against Lena's chest.
"Comfortable?" Lena asked, amused, her voice carrying into the general conversation.
"Mmmhmm." Kara nuzzled deeper. "You're comfy."
"I'm being used as furniture."
"Very comfy furniture."
Alex snorted from her sofa. "You two are ridiculous."
"Says the woman who once used me as a blanket for an entire movie," Kelly pointed out.
"That was one time—"
Nia, who'd been half-listening to three conversations at once while tracing patterns on Brainy's arm, suddenly sat up and squinted across at Kara and Lena. "Wait. So, have you guys—?" She made a gesture with her hands that was extremely lewd.
The overlapping conversations stopped. Everyone's attention swivelled to the couple in question.
Kara lifted her head just enough to see Nia. "Have we what?"
"You know." Another gesture, somehow even more explicit.
"No?" Kara and Lena said simultaneously.
The room went silent.
Nia blinked at them, then looked around at the others as if checking she wasn't hallucinating. "Wow. That's crazy." She gestured between Alex and Kelly, then back at Kara and Lena. "Because Alex and Kelly are engaged, and they're not as touchy as you two are."
Everyone looked.
Kara's face was still pressed against Lena's breasts. Lena's hand was absently playing with Kara's hair. Kara's hand was resting on Lena's hip. They were completely tangled together.
"You're just saying that because she's using my tits as a pillow," Lena said dryly.
Kara lifted her head, affronted. "They're comfy! Sue me!" she argued before letting her head plonk back onto Lena's soft and inviting chest.
"I mean, yeah," Nia conceded. "But also... You guys have never?"
"Nope," they said again, in unison.
"Not even a kiss?"
"Nope."
Alex made a strangled sound. "How is that possible? You're literally—right now—"
"We're just comfortable!" Kara protested, muffled against Lena's chest.
Nia leaned forward, eyes gleaming with the kind of focus that suggested she'd just found her new mission in life. "Okay. New question. What's the most—" she gestured vaguely in the air, "—sexual intrusive thought you've had about each other?"
Dead silence.
Even J'onn stopped humming.
Kelly covered her mouth. "Nia, you can't just—"
"I absolutely can," Nia said, unrepentant.
Alex was grinning. "No, no, let them answer."
Kara's face went bright red, but when she spoke, her voice was quiet and clear. "If a millionth of a microsecond between Lena's thighs might kill me instantly... I'd risk it."
Someone—probably Alex—choked on air.
Lena's laugh was startled and delighted. "That ties in well with mine, actually."
Kara's head tilted—there was the puppy tilt. "Yeah?"
"I've always wondered if super speed applies to your tongue," Lena said, meeting Kara’s eyes with a slight smile.
The room erupted.
Alex had to be pounded on the back by Kelly, who was laughing too hard to be much help. Nia shrieked with vindication, bouncing on her sofa bed. Brainy sat up straighter, clearly running probability calculations out loud that no one could hear over the chaos. J'onn's hum turned into what might have been a deep, amused chuckle.
"I KNEW IT!" Nia crowed. "Brainy, I told you—"
"Your predictive capabilities are indeed impressive—"
"Pay up, J'onn!" Alex called over the noise.
J'onn's hum took on a distinctly satisfied quality. "I believe it was you who owes me, Alex. I predicted they would confess before initiating physical contact."
"That's not—that doesn't count as a confession—"
And through it all, Kara and Lena just stared at each other, faces red, breathing a little harder than they had been.
They still didn't kiss.
But something had shifted. Again.
The chaos continued for several more minutes—people shouting over each other, Nia demanding details, Alex insisting they'd "called it years ago," Brainy calculating optimal timing for romantic declarations. It was loud and chaotic and exactly the kind of supportive ribbing that came from a family that loved you.
But gradually, as the laughter died down and the teasing ran its course, the energy shifted. The implications settled in. The comfortable silence returned, but different now—more knowing, more anticipatory.
J'onn was the first to resettle, lying back and returning to his peaceful communion with the ceiling, his hum taking on a distinctly pleased quality. Alex and Kelly exchanged a meaningful look before curling back into each other, their conversation dropping to affectionate murmurs about venues and seasons. Nia yawned and tucked herself into Brainy's side, her voice going soft and sleepy as he continued his explanation in gentler tones.
Which left Kara and Lena in their own bubble.
Lena's fingers were tracing absent patterns on Kara's shoulder blade. They'd shifted at some point—Lena's legs draped over Kara's lap, their torsos angled toward each other, faces close as they spoke in hushed tones that the others had stopped trying to overhear.
Still tangled together. Still not quite ready to name what was happening.
But getting closer.
The high was fading. Kara could feel it in the way her senses were sharpening—Lena's heartbeat getting clearer, the individual notes of her perfume separating into jasmine and something darker. The world coming back into focus.
"Can I ask you something?" Lena's voice was soft, her hand still tracing patterns on Kara's shoulder blade.
"Anything."
"Why didn't you invite me before?" Lena asked. "J'onn said it was because you talked about me, but... I want to hear it from you."
Kara's face went red. "Oh. Um. That. When did he—? Never mind. Uhh…"
"You don't have to—"
"No, I—" Kara took a breath. "For years, I couldn't figure out what I felt for you. I knew it was something. Something big and important and kind of terrifying, but I didn't have words for it. Was it friendship? Was it more? I didn't know how to... I couldn't even define it to myself, so how could I explain it to anyone else?"
She risked looking at Lena, found her watching with soft eyes.
"Sisters' Night was where I went to try to work through it," Kara continued. "I'd get high and everything would get loose and I'd just... talk. About you. About how I felt when you walked into a room. About how your laugh made my chest feel too small. About how terrified I was of losing you." She laughed, self-conscious. "Alex said I once spent forty-five minutes trying to explain the exact shade of green your eyes turn in sunlight."
"Kara—"
"I couldn't invite you because the whole point was trying to figure out what you meant to me." Kara's voice dropped. "Turns out I was just an idiot who couldn't recognise being in love."
Lena's breath caught. "In love?"
"Yeah." Kara met her eyes, steady now. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. I just... all this Non Nocere stuff, Lex, I think it helped me finally figure it out."
Lena's smile was brilliant and a little teary. She leaned in and kissed Kara softly on the cheek. "I'm in love with you, too, you beautiful idiot."
Kara blinked. Then again, and a third time before she managed to formulate the words, “Really? Like—wait—really?”
“Yes, really,” Lena chuckled, “Do you really think I would’ve gone off the deep end so spectacularly if I wasn’t feeling some very big feelings? If this whole thing has taught me anything, it’s that I’m completely, irrevocably in love with you.”
Kara was grinning, eyes slightly watery, hands fidgeting with a desire to reach out and touch, but respectful enough to stay put.
"I was serious, you know," Lena said quietly before Kara could formulate a response, pulling back just enough to speak. "About the tongue thing."
Kara's breath caught. "Yeah?"
"I've always wondered about..." Lena gestured vaguely at all of Kara. "Supergirl. All of it. The biological differences between humans and Kryptonians. What it means, practically speaking."
"Practically speaking," Kara repeated, and her voice came out lower than she intended.
Lena's scientist brain was clearly engaged now, the haziness burning off as she sat up straighter. "I mean, enhanced strength, senses, stamina—those have obvious implications. But super speed? That's..." She trailed off, eyes bright with curiosity. "That has…applications."
Kara found herself leaning in, drawn by Lena's intensity and the honesty that seemed to pull them further into one another’s orbit. "I, um. I've thought about it too. A lot. Like, a lot a lot."
"Have you?" Lena's lips quirked. "What kind of thoughts?"
"Lena—"
"I'm genuinely curious." Lena's hand settled on Kara's knee, fingers tracing light circles. "We could... talk about it? If you want?"
Kara swallowed hard. The room around them had faded to background noise—Alex and Kelly's soft murmurs, Brainy's gentle explanations, J'onn's humming. But here, in this small space between them, the air felt charged.
"Okay," Kara said. "What do you want to know?"
Lena's scientific expression shifted into something more intense. "Start with the basics. What's different?"
"Well." Kara's hand found Lena's hip, not quite conscious of the movement. "Strength is the obvious one. I have to be constantly aware of how much pressure I'm applying. To everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything." Kara's thumb stroked along Lena's hipbone. "A handshake. Opening a door. Holding a—" She stopped, face flushing.
"Holding a person," Lena finished softly. Her hand slid higher on Kara's thigh as Kara shuddered. "How much control do you have?"
"More than you'd think." Kara was hyper-aware of everywhere they were touching now. "I've had years of practice. I can be... very gentle."
"And speed?"
Kara's breath shuddered out. "That applies to... most things, yeah."
"Most things." Lena leaned closer, and Kara could smell the weed on her breath mixing with her perfume. "Including...?"
"Including pretty much everything you're thinking of right now." Kara's voice had dropped to barely above a whisper. "Hands. Fingers... Tongue."
Lena made a soft sound. "And your senses? You can hear my heartbeat right now, can't you?"
"Yes." Kara's eyes tracked to Lena's throat, watching her pulse jump. "It's faster than normal."
"What else can you sense?"
"Your breathing. The way your pupils dilate when I touch you." Kara's hand tightened on Lena's hip. "Your scent changes. Just slightly. When you're—" She cut herself off.
"When I'm what?" Lena's hand cupped Kara's jaw, turning her face so their eyes met.
"Aroused," Kara breathed.
They were so close now, noses almost touching. Kara could catalogue every micro-expression on Lena's face—the way her lips parted, the flutter of her eyelashes, the precise moment her breathing synchronised with Kara's.
"So you'd know," Lena said, "if I was affected by this conversation."
"Yes."
"And am I?"
Kara's eyes dropped to Lena's lips. "Very."
"I know." Lena's thumb stroked along Kara's jawline. "Because I've been wondering for years what it would be like to kiss you."
"Just kiss?"
"That's a good starting point, don't you think?"
Kara was fully sober now—she could feel it in the crystalline clarity of her thoughts, the way every nerve ending seemed to light up wherever Lena touched her. "Can I—?"
"Yes."
The first touch of their lips was gentle. Testing.
The second was less so.
Lena's hand slid into Kara's hair, pulling her closer. Kara's arms wrapped around Lena's waist, lifting her effortlessly so Lena could settle in her lap. The kiss deepened, and Kara made a sound low in her throat that was barely human.
Lena pulled back just enough to gasp, "The super speed thing—"
"Later," Kara murmured against her lips. "We can explore all of it later."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
They kissed again, and this time Kara let herself get lost in it—the taste of Lena, the feel of her, the way she fit perfectly against her. Her hands roamed over Lena's back, pulling her impossibly closer, and Lena made these soft sounds that Kara wanted to catalogue and memorise and—
BRRRRAAAAAAAP!
The air-horn was deafening.
Kara and Lena broke apart, dazed and flushed and breathing hard.
"FINALLY!" Alex shouted, grinning like a maniac. "But also—bedroom!"
Kelly was laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face. "The rules exist for a reason!"
"I called it!" Nia bounced on her sofa bed. "Brainy, I called it!"
"Yes, Nia Nal, your predictive abilities are extraordinary," Brainy said indulgently, but he was smiling as he lowered the air-horn and gave the offending couple his full attention. "However, I must insist you two relocate to the sleeping quarters."
J'onn, still on his back, gave a long, approving hum. "About time."
Kara buried her face in Lena's shoulder, laughing. Lena was red from her chest to her hairline, but she was grinning too.
"I believe," Lena said with as much dignity as she could muster while straddling Kara's lap, "that we've been asked to leave."
"I believe you're right."
They stood—Lena nearly tripping, Kara steadying her—and the room erupted in cheers and applause and wolf-whistles.
"Go!" Alex made shooing motions. "Top floor, last door on the right. I made sure it was the nice room."
"Of course you did," Kara said, but she was smiling so wide her face hurt.
They gathered their bags—somehow—while everyone continued to hoot and holler. Nia was making exaggerated kissy faces. Kelly was giving them thumbs up. Brainy looked satisfied with a job well done. J’onn’s hum sounded suspiciously like a wedding march.
"Have fun!" Nia called as they headed for the elevator.
"Use protection!" Alex added, because she was constitutionally incapable of not being embarrassing.
"ALEX!" Kara's face went crimson.
But Lena just laughed, tugging Kara into the elevator by the hand. "Come on, Supergirl. Let's go continue this conversation somewhere more private."
The doors closed on another round of cheering.
In the sudden quiet, Kara turned to Lena, still holding her hand. "Hi."
"Hi." Lena stepped closer. "So. Top floor?"
"Top floor."
"And then?"
Kara's smile turned soft and genuine and full of promise. "And then we figure out exactly how super speed applies to everything."
Lena's laugh was breathless. "I'm going to need detailed notes."
"I think we can arrange that."
The elevator doors opened. Kara didn't let go of Lena's hand as they walked down the hallway toward the last door on the right.
Toward everything they'd been circling for years.
Finally, finally ready.
The room was nice—Alex hadn't been exaggerating. Large bed with crisp white sheets, soft lighting, a couch by the window. Neutral and comfortable and utterly unimportant compared to the woman currently setting her bag down and turning to face Kara.
"So," Lena said.
"So," Kara echoed.
They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. The weight of years between them—friendship and lies and forgiveness and this, finally this.
"Are you nervous?" Lena asked softly.
"Terrified," Kara admitted. "You?"
"Absolutely." Lena crossed to her, reaching up to cup Kara's face. "But I want this. I want you."
Kara hummed, “And you’re happy for that to happen now? I mean, should we take the night to sober up fully?”
Lena smiled as she stroked Kara’s cheekbone with her thumb. “I’m sober now, and happy to proceed with whatever happens next. Though I’m just as content to leave things here and spend the rest of the night talking, if you’d prefer?”
Kara’s hands wrapped around Lena’s back, “I’m also happy to proceed with whatever happens next. Especially if I get to keep kissing you.”
“Then you should get to it.”
Kara kissed her then, pouring years of want and confusion and finally, finally understanding into it. Lena melted against her, and Kara's hands found her waist, pulling her close.
The kiss deepened. Kara's tongue swept into Lena's mouth, and Lena made a soft sound of pleasure—
Then froze.
There was something different. Not wrong, just—the texture, the movement, the way it felt like Kara's tongue had somehow multiplied, wrapping around her own in a way that shouldn't be anatomically possible—
She pulled back, eyes wide and pupils dilated. "What—?"
Kara's face went red. "I, um. That's—"
"Do that again." Lena's hands tightened in Kara's hair, breathless. "Whatever that was, do it again."
"Are you sure? Because it's kind of—"
"Kara." Lena's voice dropped, husky and demanding. "Show me."
So Kara kissed her again, slower this time. Deliberate.
Lena could feel it now—truly feel it. Kara’s tongue entered her mouth normally, then split horizontally, the single muscle dividing along the centreline to form two supple ribbons that moved independently but perfectly in sync. They moved independently, with perfect coordination—one curling around Lena's tongue in a corkscrew motion while the other explored the roof of her mouth. The dual sensations were overwhelming: the soft, wet glide of one tip tracing the inside of her cheek, the firm pressure of the other stroking along her palate, both working in concert to map every sensitive surface.
It was like being kissed by two people at once, except it was all Kara, all that focused Kryptonian intensity directed entirely at Lena's pleasure.
Lena moaned, pulling Kara harder against her, trying to chase the sensation. When they broke apart, she was breathing hard, lips swollen. "That's—how is that even—?"
"Sublingua," Kara said, shy but pleased by Lena's reaction. Her own breathing was uneven. "It's a Kryptonian thing. The tongue has a secondary structure that can split and—"
"Stop talking," Lena interrupted, her scientist brain temporarily overridden by significantly more primal urges, "and put your mouth on me. Everywhere."
“Wait till you find out what else I’ve got two of,” Kara murmured.
“Later,” Lena said, voice rough. “Right now, mouth, everywhere.”
Kara's laugh was breathless and delighted. "Yes, ma'am."
She kissed down Lena's throat, feeling her pulse jump under her lips. Her hands found the hem of Lena's shirt, and Lena raised her arms to let Kara pull it off. Then Lena was reaching for Kara's shirt, and they fumbled through removing layers between kisses and gasps and soft laughter at their own eagerness.
Bra. Pants. Everything except underwear. Kara lifted Lena effortlessly, carrying her to the bed.
She laid Lena down gently, reverently, and just looked.
"You're staring," Lena said, but she was smiling.
"You're beautiful." Kara settled over her, careful with her weight. "I feel like I've wanted this for so long and didn’t even realise it."
"Then stop being so far away."
Kara kissed her again, and this time there was no hesitation. Just skin on skin, the slide of bodies, the sounds Lena made when Kara's mouth found her breast, when that split tongue curled around her nipple—
Lena arched into her. "Oh my god—"
"Not God," Kara murmured against her skin. "Just Kara."
She worked her way down Lena's body, learning every sensitive spot, cataloguing every gasp and moan. When she settled between Lena's thighs, she looked up to find Lena watching her with dark, hungry eyes.
"Please," Lena breathed.
Kara pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "I've got you."
The first touch of her tongue made Lena cry out. The second, when Lena felt the full capability of that split structure—one tip focused on her clit while the other curled inside her—made her grab for the sheets, Kara's hair, anything.
"Kara—"
It was unlike anything Lena had ever experienced. The two tips of Kara's tongue moved with complete independence—one working her clit in tight, precise circles that had her seeing stars, while the other thrust inside her, curling to stroke against her G-spot with unerring accuracy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, her brain unable to process which to focus on because both were so perfectly, impossibly good.
And then Kara hummed.
The vibration travelled through both tips simultaneously, and Lena's back arched off the bed with a strangled sound that might have been Kara's name. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure building so fast and so intense that she couldn't catch her breath.
Kara worked with focused intensity, paying attention to every reaction, every sound. When Lena's hand tightened in her hair, she added her fingers, dragging her secondary tongue up to join the first at Lena’s clit, and the combination—
Lena actually sobbed. The stretch, the fullness, combined with the relentless attention on her clit made everything white out for a moment. Kara's fingers moved with super-speed precision—not fast enough to hurt, but quick enough to find every sensitive spot, making micro-adjustments based on every gasp and whimper Lena made.
Then Kara crooked her fingers just so, pressing firmly against that spot that made Lena see stars, and everything shattered.
Lena came apart with a broken cry, hips lifting off the bed.
Kara gentled her through it, pressing soft kisses to her thighs, her hip, her stomach as Lena slowly came back to herself.
"That was—" Lena's voice was wrecked. "I need a minute to—my brain isn't—"
Kara crawled back up to kiss her, slow and sweet. "Take your time."
"Not too much time." Lena's hand slid down Kara's stomach, purposeful. "I want to touch you. I want—"
Her hand reached Kara's underwear and froze.
There were two distinct shapes beneath the fabric. Two hard, hot lengths pressing against the material—one positioned above the other. Lena's scientific brain stuttered as her fingers traced the outline of the upper one, then moved lower to find the second beneath it. Both straining against the cotton barrier.
Kara's breath caught. "Lena—" Lena's hand wrapped around both through the fabric, feeling the heat of them, the way they pulsed under her touch. She squeezed experimentally and felt Kara's whole body shudder. "Kara, is that—are those—??" She looked up, eyes wide with realisation and rapidly building curiosity.
“Hemipenes,” Kara managed. “I tried to bring it up earlier—”
"Two?" Lena's scientific brain was clearly rebooting. "You have two—how does that even—the anatomical structure would have to—" She looked up at Kara, eyes bright. "Can I—?"
"You don't have to—"
"Kara." Lena's hand wrapped around one, then the other, experimental. "I'm a scientist. This is fascinating." She stroked slowly, watching Kara's face. "Also, you should see your face right now."
Kara's eyes had gone unfocused, pupils blown so wide the blue was nearly eclipsed. Her mouth hung open, a soft, desperate sound escaping with each breath. Her face was flushed from her cheeks down her neck, and when Lena twisted her wrists just so, Kara's eyes actually rolled back for a moment, her whole body shuddering.
She looked utterly undone. Overwhelmed. Beautiful.
Kara's hips jerked involuntarily. "Lena—"
"Tell me what you like," Lena murmured, working her with clinical precision that was somehow incredibly hot. "What feels good?"
"That—yes, like that—" Kara's head fell back. "Lena, I'm not going to last if you—"
"Good." Lena's grip tightened, her strokes becoming more confident. She leaned down, taking one cock into her mouth while continuing to stroke the other with her hand. The dual stimulation made Kara cry out, hips bucking up involuntarily.
Lena could feel Kara getting close—the way both cocks seemed to swell slightly, the way Kara's thighs tensed, the desperate sounds she was making. She pulled back just enough to murmur, "Let go, Kara. I want to see."
"Lena, I—" Kara gasped, hips jerking. "You should—it's going to—I can't—" But she couldn't get the words out before her control shattered completely.
Kara came with a broken gasp, and Lena's eyes went wide.
The first pulse was substantial—more than Lena had expected. The second was equally impressive. By the third, Lena realised this was considerably more than human norm. Both cocks pulsed in tandem, releasing what had to be at least twice—no, three times—the typical volume, coating Lena's hand, her chest, her cheeks, more still coming—
When it finally subsided, Lena sat back, covered in Kara's release, and let out a breathless laugh. "That's... that's a lot."
Kara’s face went crimson. “I, um—yeah. It’s not really a Kryptonian thing. Just... me, apparently.”
"Hyperspermia," Lena said, still catching her breath. Her scientific brain was already cataloguing details even as arousal continued to course through her. "Given the dual organ structure, the volume increase makes sense." She looked down at herself, then back at Kara with a wicked grin. "We're going to need so many towels."
"I'm so sorry—"
"Don't be." Lena crawled up Kara's body, not caring about the mess. "That was possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen." She kissed her deeply. "Also, I'm going to need to test whether you have a standard refractory period or if that's enhanced, too."
Kara's laugh was shaky. "No need. I'm already ready for round two."
"Excellent." Lena pushed at Kara's shoulder until she was on her back, then straddled her hips. "Because I have ideas."
She positioned herself, taking her time, testing angles. Both of Kara's cocks pressed against her, and Lena made a considering sound. "The logistics are interesting."
"Lena." Kara's hands gripped her hips. "You're killing me."
"Patience." Lena sank down on the lower one, slow and deliberate, gasping at the stretch. The other pressed between them, trapped between their bodies. "Oh—that's—"
Kara's control was fraying. "O–okay?"
"More than okay." Lena started to move, finding a rhythm. Every roll of her hips created friction against both of them, and Kara could feel everything—the heat of Lena around one cock, the pressure and slide against the other, Lena's heartbeat, her scent, the way her breathing hitched—
"I want—" Lena braced herself on Kara's shoulders. "Can you—the speed thing you mentioned—?"
Kara's eyes flashed. "You sure?"
"Please."
Kara's hips snapped up, faster than humanly possible, and Lena's eyes went wide. "Oh my—yes—"
They found an almost brutal rhythm—Kara's super-speed thrusts, Lena meeting her with human determination, the dual stimulation driving them both higher. Kara could feel Lena getting close, could smell it, could hear her heartbeat thundering—
"Lena—" she gasped out. "I'm going to—"
"Do it," Lena demanded. "Come inside me—"
Kara's control shattered. The orgasm hit her like a shockwave, both cocks pulsing, and the sensation of one releasing inside Lena while the other pressed hot between them, coating their bodies, made her vision white-out. Lena came a heartbeat later, clenching around her, crying out Kara's name.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both shaking, both trying to remember how to breathe.
"That was incredible," Lena finally managed, voice wrecked. "But I want to try something else."
Kara looked up at her, dazed. "What did you have in mind?"
Lena bit her lip, then met Kara's eyes with determined curiosity. "Both. I want both inside me."
Kara's eyes widened. "Are you sure? That's—"
“I'm sure. I need to know what they feel like together,” Lena whispered, her voice husky with a need that went deeper than physical curiosity. It was a need to be utterly, completely claimed. Her fingers, slick with their combined moisture, reached between their bodies, guiding both rigid heads, angling them together against her swollen, aching entrance.
“Careful,” Kara murmured, her own body already trembling with the immense restraint it took to hold perfectly still. The muscles in her arms corded with the effort.
The stretch was exquisite — overwhelming but not painful — a profound, burning fullness that stole the air from Lena’s lungs in a sharp gasp as both lengths slid inside.
Kara’s hands clenched in the rumpled sheets, her knuckles white as she fought the primal urge to thrust, to simply take. She held herself in a state of suspended, trembling animation, letting Lena adjust to the incredible intrusion.
“You okay?” Kara’s voice was rough, strained.
“Oh, better than okay,” Lena panted, her voice breaking on a breathless laugh. “You feel—gods, Kara, I’m so full.”
She began to move, a slow, reverent rock of her hips that was pure torture and bliss. Each tiny motion made Kara’s breath hitch. The twin points of friction created a symphony of sensation, hitting Lena everywhere at once—deep and shallow, a full, stretching pressure paired with a sharper, more focused pleasure.
When Kara angled her hips just right, adjusting the delicate pressure, Lena’s moan turned into a choked whimper that went straight to Kara’s core, making her throb insistently.
“I—” Kara tried to speak, to form a coherent thought, but the look on Lena’s face—a perfect mask of half-ecstasy, half-disbelief—stole the words from her. Her features flushed, pupils blown wide with pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” Lena whispered, her hips beginning to move in a wide, desperate circle. “Not until you—”
She didn't finish. Neither of them needed her to.
Kara’s thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, a rhythm that was both punishing and worshipful. Lena could only cling to Kara’s shoulders, her head falling back as she was consumed by the dual sensation. She was being speared open, filled beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the two thick intrusions, the friction a delicious, building fire in her belly. She could feel every vein, every pulse of Kara’s cocks as they moved within her, a symbiotic dance of pure pleasure.
“Kara…” It was a plea, a prayer.
“I know, baby, I know,” Kara growled, her own climax coiling tight. She drove into Lena one last, deep time, burying herself to the hilt, and held there as her release ripped through her. Lena felt the hot, pulsing rush of cum filling her, a warmth that seemed to spread through her very core. The sensation, combined with the overwhelming fullness, tipped her over the edge.
Her orgasm crashed over her without warning, a cataclysmic wave that made her entire body seize. A sharp, broken cry escaped her lips as she shook violently, her nails digging into Kara’s sweat-slicked skin.
Pleasure, white-hot and absolute, radiated from her centre, and she felt a sudden, gushing release as she squirted around Kara’s still-pulsing lengths, the liquid heat adding to the slick, messy friction between them.
For a long moment, they stayed locked together, panting, shuddering through the aftershocks. Kara finally, carefully, withdrew, and Lena groaned at the loss, at the sudden, empty feeling. A flood of their combined release, warm and copious, immediately began to drip out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath her thighs. The sensation was obscene, delicious, a visceral reminder of what they’d just done.
Kara collapsed beside her, pulling Lena into her arms. She pressed soft, lingering kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her temple. “You are… incredible,” she breathed, her voice full of awe.
Lena nuzzled into the crook of Kara’s neck, boneless and sated. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” She shifted slightly, feeling another trickle of cum escape her. “It’s… a lot.”
“A good lot?” Kara asked, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Lena’s hip.
“The best lot,” Lena confirmed with a tired smile. She was quiet for a moment, her mind drifting back to the initial, overwhelming stretch, the feeling of being completely filled. A new, daring thought began to form. “You know… it felt so good, being that full.”
“Mmm, I could tell,” Kara murmured, her lips curving into a smile against Lena’s skin.
“No, I mean…” Lena turned in her arms to face her, her green eyes dark with a rekindled spark of curiosity. “I was thinking… what if the fullness was… different?”
Kara’s brows drew together in question. “Different how?”
Lena’s voice dropped to a whisper, laced with a new kind of hunger. “What if one was here,” she guided Kara’s hand to her wet, sensitive folds, still throbbing from her climax, “and the other was… somewhere else?” Her fingers trailed lower, over her slick skin, to the tight, untouched furl behind.
Kara’s breath hitched. Her eyes searched Lena’s, seeing only sheer, unadulterated want. “Lena… that’s… are you—?”
“I want to feel that, too,” Lena whispered, her gaze unwavering. “I want to feel you everywhere. Completely.”
“Okay,” Kara pressed another kiss to Lena's temple, then reached over to the nightstand. "Let me—we should clean up a bit first." She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the towels Alex had pointedly left there.
"Your sister thinks of everything," Lena murmured as Kara gently cleaned them both.
"She texted me a numbered list with emojis." Kara's face went red. "I'm never going to be able to look her in the eye again."
That got a tired laugh out of Lena. "Terrifyingly thorough."
"You have no idea," Kara murmured as she gently ran the towel over Lena’s skin, cleaning up the sheen of sweat and cum she was coated in.
"That feels nice," Lena murmured.
"Good." Kara set the towel aside and pulled Lena close again, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. They lay quietly for a moment, catching their breath.
Lena turned to face her fully after a while, eyes clearer now, focused. "I want to feel you everywhere. I want you to fill me in every possible way." She hesitated. "Unless you're too tired? I don't want to push—"
"I'm Kryptonian, remember? Stamina for days." Kara's smile was soft.
Kara reached for the nightstand again, finding the bottle Alex had also helpfully provided.
"Your sister is psychic," Lena said dryly.
"She's a menace." But Kara was smiling. "How do you want to—?"
"Hands and knees," Lena said, already shifting into position. "Better angles."
Kara's hands ran down her back, grounding and gentle. "You'll tell me if anything feels wrong?"
"Always." Lena looked back over her shoulder. "Now stop stalling and fuck me."
There was the sound of the bottle opening, Kara warming the lube in her hands before applying it liberally to both appendages. "Ready?"
Lena took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready."
What followed was careful, methodical, and intense. Kara held Lena steady as she positioned herself, taking the first cock into her pussy again. The stretch was already substantial, familiar now. Then Kara's hand guided the second, pressing gently against Lena's rear entrance.
"Breathe," Kara murmured, keeping perfectly still. "We go at your pace."
Lena bore down slowly, and the second cock began to slide into her ass. The stretch was intense, the fullness overwhelming. She'd never felt so completely filled, so utterly possessed. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing at once.
"Oh god," Lena gasped when she was finally seated fully on both. "Oh my god, Kara—"
"I've got you." Kara's hands gripped Lena's hips, steadying her. "You okay?"
"More than okay." Lena began to move, slow and experimental at first. The dual penetration created friction in ways she'd never experienced—every movement sent waves of sensation through her entire body. "I can feel—everything—both of them—"
Kara began to thrust, gentle at first, then harder as Lena adjusted. The coordination required was immense, but Kara's years of careful control allowed her to move both cocks in perfect rhythm, creating a devastating pattern of stimulation.
"Faster," Lena demanded, nails digging into the sheets. "Please, Kara—"
Kara's super-speed kicked in, and Lena's world exploded into pure sensation. The relentless pace, the impossible fullness, the way Kara hit every spot inside her simultaneously—it was too much and not enough and absolutely perfect.
When Lena came, it was with a scream that definitely carried down the hallway. Kara followed seconds later, both cocks pulsing inside her, filling her with that overwhelming volume. The sensation of being flooded in both places at once sent Lena into another orgasm, her whole body convulsing.
They collapsed together, thoroughly spent and absolutely drenched. When Kara finally, carefully withdrew, the evidence of her condition was undeniable—Lena could feel it dripping from both places, pooling on the sheets beneath them.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both shaking, both trying to remember how to breathe.
Finally, carefully, Lena lifted off and collapsed beside Kara on the bed, completely boneless. "That was—I don't have words."
Kara nuzzled into her neck, equally exhausted, dazed and satisfied. "Good words or bad words?"
"Incredible words." Lena reached for her, pulling her close. "Although I'm going to need at least three more rounds to properly test all the variables." A pause, "Also, we're definitely going to need a shower."
"In a minute," Kara mumbled. "Can't move yet."
"Fair enough." Lena stroked her hair, smiling up at the ceiling. "Though for the record? Best research project I've ever undertaken."
“Is that so?” Kara murmured, snuggling deeper into the embrace.
“A split tongue, two cocks and enough cum to drown a whale? Do you have any idea how attractive that is? From both a scientific and personal perspective?"
"I was kind of worried you'd be freaked out."
"Kara." Lena propped herself up to look at her. "I just had the best sex of my life with an alien superhero who can do things with her tongue that should be illegal. I'm the opposite of freaked out."
"Good." Kara pulled her down for a kiss, slow and deep and full of promise. "Because I meant what I said. We can explore all of it."
"I'm going to hold you to that."
"I'm counting on it."
They lay tangled together, sticky and satisfied and completely at peace. Outside, the sun was starting to rise. Inside, everything had finally, perfectly, fallen into place.
Lena traced idle patterns on Kara's stomach. "So. The hemipenes. Do they have enhanced sensitivity, too?"
"Oh no," Kara said, but she was grinning. "You're already planning the next experiment, aren't you?"
"I'm a Luthor. We're very thorough."
"Lucky me."
"Lucky us."
Kara kissed her again, soft and certain. "Yeah. Lucky us."