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Kara needs something to give.
James has started to ignore her more than before, and now he hardly touches her, and when he does, he stops after he is finished, never a second longer, not caring at all about her pleasure.
It isn't until Lena comes over for wine and gossip, and the conversation strays to him, almost inevitably, and the alcohol loosens her lips that she admits James had never once given her an orgasm.
Not on their honeymoon, or any of their five anniversaries, or even that one time he took her home after a date and pounded her into the mattress so hard she had bruises for weeks. It was like the second he finished everything else ceased to exist.
Like she was just a tool for his thirty seconds of pleasure.
As she talks, something in Lena's gaze shifts, growing more and more angry with each word. But there is something else there too. Something almost like jealousy.
Kara knows Lena is a lesbian, and has been with more women in the past month than Kara has been with men in her entire life.
Still, she doesn't expect it when Lena's lips purse and she sets her wine down and scooches closer on the couch.
She doesn't miss the way something low in her stomach swoops at the sight of Lena's smirk or the way her eyes glittered in the dim lamplight beside the couch.
“You know, it really is a slap in the face that that man gets to fuck you whenever he pleases yet he doesn't take care of you.” Her voice is low, with a slight rasp that has Kara curling her toes in her socks.
She moves before she can convince herself otherwise. Lena's lips are soft, so soft, and her skin is smooth, unlike James's stubble that tears at her skin when he kisses her, as rare as it is.
She pulls back after a few seconds of the tentative press of lips and stares into beautiful green eyes that are just inches away.
"Are you sure?" Lena whispers, breath ghosting so gently over Kara's lips.
Unconsciously, her tongue darts out to wet them, and Lena's eyes flick down, sparking with hunger.
It seems she had her answer.
Fingers cradle her jaw as Lena pressed her lips to her neck. "You are so beautiful, Kara.” She whispers against her. “James is an idiot to ever ignore you. I bet you look so fucking pretty when you let go." Kara blushes hard, suddenly self conscious.
But Lena grabs her chin and forces her to meet her eyes. "Look at me, baby. I'm going to make you feel good, okay? You just sit back and enjoy it."
Kara nods, allowing Lena to take her wine and set it next to hers, before gently pushing her back against plush throw pillows. Kara's heart nearly beats out of her chest as Lena moves up her body, her legs bracketing her knees so she is straddling her.
This should feel wrong. She should be thinking about her husband, and the promise she made to remain faithful. But James is the furthest thing from her mind when Lena pulls her shirt off, taking her bra with it, exposing her bare chest to the cool apartment air. Kara can't tear her eyes away.
Lena is genuinely stunning, like a goddess made flesh.
She grabs Kara's hand, bringing it up to her chest. "You can touch, pretty girl. Don't get shy on me now."
The first pass of Kara's fingers over Lena's pebbled skin has both of them sucking in a gasp. Her skin feels like silk, except so much warmer and somehow even softer.
Before Lena can say anything else, Kara takes a risk and pinches her peaked nipple between her fingers.
Lena gasps, clearly not expecting that.
Kara wants to hear her again. To hear all of Lena's little noises. To learn what makes her feel good. The desire comes seemingly out of nowhere, but if Kara really thought about it she would realize she had always thought Lena was attractive. It's just that up until now she assumed that all women thought their best friend was the most beautiful person in the world.
"You learn quick," Lena whispers, her voice still a little breathy. She gently lowers Kara's arm back to her side, only so she can get easier access to ease her shirt off.
Lena has seen Kara naked before, more times than she could count, shopping for clothes, quick changes through an open door. But this was be the first time Lena looked at her like that, with so much barely hidden lust in her eyes.
"You have no idea how badly I have wanted to see you like this. To have you under me like this. To make you come undone and hear you scream my name so loudly you forget about him."
Lena's words stoke a fire in Kara's heart. Her body pulses with genuine arousal. She's suddenly desperate to feel Lena's skin against her, against all of her, and so she makes quick work of her own bra before fumbling with the button on Lena's jeans.
Lena laughs softly at her eagerness. It takes less than a minute before they are both completely bare before each other, the lamplight casting beautiful shadows over creamy skin.
"God, Kara. You are so incredibly beautiful." Her voice is reverent. Her fingers gently skim over Kara's collarbone, every so often dipping into the divot there.
Kara closes her eyes, squeezing her legs together for even the littlest bit of relief. It was honestly ridiculous. Lena had hardly touched her and yet she could feel the tension in her tightening like a spring ready to snap.
"Please," Kara whispers, unsure exactly what she is begging for, but Lena seems to understand just fine anyway. She slides down so she can have better access to Kara's chest.
Her mouth closes over her breast with hardly a warning, wet heat and a wild tongue swirling around her so expertly she moans before she can stop herself.
Lena doesn't move from what she is doing, but she does cast an impressed look at Kara through her lashes. It sends a flash of pride through her.
Slowly, Lena's fingers begin to wander. They trace over the curve of her stomach, the swell of the breast her mouth isn't already attached to, over her arms and lightly scratching at the junction between shoulder and neck.
Kara would never have believed it was possible to feel so much pleasure from another person.
She was more vocal now, letting out little moans every time Lena nipped at her skin.
Eventually, Kara had enough. She let her knees fall apart, and then she lifted her hips ever so slightly until she rubbed throbbing heat against Lena's thigh. She gasps at the contact, unable to stop herself from bucking forward slightly, knocking the sensitive little bundle of nerves James probably didn't know existed against Lena's knee.
It was euphoric, causing her to keen so loudly it surprised even her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassment flooding through her.
But Lena didn’t seem to mind. She slotted her knee more firmly between her thighs, before her hands found Kara's waist and urged her to move again. Kara experimentally rocked forward again, and she had to muffle the resulting moan in a pillow. The change in angle allows her to feel the heat from Lena just inches away as she rubs herself against pale skin.
She startles slightly as Lena reaches up and tilts her chin down.
"Don't hide from me, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds. I want to hear how good I make you feel."
Kara cursed internally. She shifted her hips again, clenching around nothing as she pressed herself firmly against Lena. She is dripping now, leaving a glistening trail of wetness behind.
The ache between her legs is quickly becoming unbearable. No matter how hard she grinds against Lena's thigh, it doesn't fill the emptiness.
Lena had since moved to her other breast, ravishing it with the same amount of attention as the other one.
But Kara can't take it anymore.
“Please, Lena.”
Lena shifts up to press a bruising kiss to the underside of Kara's jaw, her fingers skimming down, pressing into the dips of her hip bones.
“What do you need, baby? Use your words.”
Kara groans, tears of frustration gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“Please… I need you– I need you to touch me.”
Lena smirks. “I am touching you, baby.” Kara levels her with a glare that could melt someone's face off.
“You know what I mean.”
“I'm afraid I don't,” Lena mutters cheekily. “Did you mean… like this?” She cups her face gently and peppers her skin with kisses.
“Or maybe… like this?” She drags a knuckle against the underside of Kara's breast, causing her to moan and arch her back just slightly off the couch. “Is that what you want?”
Kara huffs, “Yes, but that isn't what I meant and you know–” Her words cut off when Lena drags her nails down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, so close to where Kara needs her. She bucks her hips desperately, deeply aware of the wet spot she is leaving on the cushion, but Lena pulls away.
Giving up, Kara shoves her own fingers between her legs, hoping to alleviate even a little bit of pressure.
She manages to get two fingers in, barely getting past the first knuckle before her hand is ripped away.
“Not so fast, sweetheart.”
“Then fucking get to it–” There is absolutely no warning before Lena shoves three fingers fully into her, curling them just so. There is absolutely no resistance, and even Lena lets out a surprised little laugh.
Kara's resulting moan is embarrassingly loud, but she couldn't possibly care less. Not when Lena starts to move, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first, then faster and faster until the couch groans with effort.
She is almost screaming now, the relief of finally being able to clench around something, to feel fingers stroke her inner walls and slip through the overwhelming amount of wetness coating her sex squeezing tears from her eyes.
“God, Kara, you feel fucking amazing. So tight, so desperate for me.” She adds another finger then, and Kara nearly tips over the edge at the borderline painful stretch and the words, but she forces it back. She wants to savor this.
Lena keeps going, nails dragging against that one spot that has her seeing stars. Her voice never disappears, soft praise and murmured encouragement falling from her lips as Kara's muscles tighten.
And then Lena closes her lips around the sweet nub above her entrance and sucks hard, and Kara is gone. Her vision blurs to white as wave after wave of pure bliss crashes through her.
She can distantly hear herself moaning Lena's name as she chases the sensations through the seemingly never ending orgasm.
Lena doesn't stop, fucking her through it and licking at her folds, trying to catch as much pleasure as she can until Kara is pulling away, oversensetive and shaking.
When she finally comes down, her limbs feel like jelly. Lena removes her fingers with an obscene squelch, immediately sticking the glistening digits into her mouth and licking them clean. Kara can't tear her eyes away from the sight.
She feels another flash of heat. She wants to say something, anything, but her voice isn't working. So she settles for pulling Lena forward and kissing her, tongue swiping the taste of herself from her lips.
Lena's eyes find hers. “You were so perfect, Kara.” Her tongue dips down to lick a long line up Kara's neck, feeling her pulse jump. “You needed that, huh? You were all backed up, I could tell. James should be fucking ashamed of himself.”
Kara doesn't have the energy to respond. She feels like she is floating.
Lena drapes herself over sweat soaked skin, pressing gentle kisses to her chest, arms, anywhere she can reach.
Kara stares at the ceiling, still reeling from the high of her first orgasm at 27 from her best friend. Her hands come up to run through Lena's hair, lightly tugging and smiling when it pulls a low groan from Lena's throat.
“Do you want me to-” Lena shakes her head. Her hair drags across Kara's beasts with the movement, making her shiver.
“I already did,” Lena murmurs, her eyes closed, words slightly muffled against Kara's skin. Kara blinks in surprise.
“When?”
“Just after you. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted this. To watch you come apart, knowing that it was me who made you feel like that, I couldn't help it.” Her voice is quiet, almost embarrassed, but Kara just smiles like a fool.
Lena came watching her. The thought of it, of Lena's fingers slipping between her own legs, circling through wet heat as Kara trembled around her, dipping into her entrance just enough to send her hurting over the edge with Kara… it was unbelievably hot.
It takes her a few minutes to be able to actually move, but the second she can she shifts up and flips Lena around so her back is pressed against her chest.
For a moment she gets lost in the scent of her, but then she remembers herself and presses a kiss to the shell of Lena's ear.
“Thank you.” Lena's fingers trace random shapes along Kara's calves. She hums in acknowledgment, head tilting to allow Kara better access. Kara obliges, more than happy to after everything, and sucks a bruise into her neck. Lena groans softly.
“You're perfect,” she whispers.
They sit like that for who knows how long. Most likely long enough that Kara knows James will be home soon.
She takes a deep breath. “Lena?”
The woman in question looks moments away from sleep. “Mhm?”
“What exactly does this mean?”
Lena doesn't speak for a while. For a minute Kara believes she had succumbed to her exhaustion. Then she looks up at Kara, green eyes carefully guarded, “What do you want it to mean?”
Kara looks away. She knows exactly what she wants it to be, she just doesn't know if she can say it.
She wants to do this again. Even just the thought of it makes her tremble with anticipation. She wants to learn Lena's body, to bring her to the edge with her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, and learn what makes her scream.
But she also knows she shouldn't. As much as she hates it, she is still married.
Even if James came home some nights smelling of Lucy's expensive perfume that didn't give her the right to cheat as revenge.
But she also couldn't survive with James only giving her a quick fuck every other day, leaving her unsatisfied and wanting and more often than not sore in places she guessed weren't normal.
She wrapped her arms around Lena, pulling her close, murmuring the truth into jet black hair. “I can't lose you.”
Lena hums. “Well, you don't need to worry. If this was just a one time thing I understand. I'm a big girl. I can handle it.”
Kara shakes her head. “I can't lose this either. You make me feel safe, Lena. I'm actually fucking pissed I didn't see it before. I love you.” The confession startles them both, but Kara doesn't regret it, not when it is the truest thing she has said in months.
Lena purses her lips against tears that threaten to fall. When one escapes and traces its way down her cheek, Kara's tongue darts out and licks the salty drop.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. “He doesn't look at me anymore, Lena. I can't keep going like this.”
“Whatever you choose to do, I will be there, I promise, Kara.”
For a moment, neither of them speak.
Then Kara sighs. “I'm going to divorce him.” She knows deep down it is the right choice. She may have loved him once, and it was more than the sex. James didn't care. And she couldn't force herself to compensate for it anymore.
Especially not after Lena put in the effort to help her, after she brought Kara up to a high she didn't know existed and did it without making it awkward or hurting her at all, she knew James was no longer in her future.
Lena smiles softly. “I have been waiting to hear you say those words for three years. I have been in love with you since before you even met him. You deserve better, always have. If I had known all it would take was to make you come, I would have done it ages ago.” Kara laughs, genuine and bright.
“Well, now that we are both on the same page, perhaps we could hop in the shower and go get a late dinner? Our first official date?” Lena smirks.
“Actually planning on taking you back to my apartment and fucking you until you can't walk, but if dinner is what you want…”
Kara gently swats her shoulder before shutting her up with her tongue.
“Take me home, Lena.”