The soft glow of the television illuminated their faces in the darkened apartment, casting dancing shadows across the walls as snowflakes drifted past the window. Lena nestled deeper into Kara's embrace, the weighted blanket draped across their intertwined forms, providing warmth against National City's winter chill.
"Are you comfortable?" Kara whispered, her breath warm against Lena's ear, causing a pleasant shiver to travel down her spine.
"Perfect," Lena replied, her voice a contented sigh as she adjusted herself against Kara's solid frame.
The movie played on, some indie film they'd both been meaning to watch, though neither was paying it much attention now. Lena's focus had shifted entirely to the sensation of Kara pressed against her, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the subtle strength in her arms.
"You know," Lena murmured, tilting her head to look up at Kara's profile, illuminated by the flickering light of the screen, "I never thought I could have this."
"Have what?" Kara asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along Lena's arm.
"This peace. This feeling of belonging." Lena shifted, turning slightly to face her. "With you."
Kara's eyes softened, the blue in them deepening as she gazed down at Lena. "I've always wanted you to feel that way with me."
The confession hung between them, delicate as the snowflakes outside. Lena reached up, her fingertips tracing the line of Kara's jaw. The movie faded to background noise as Lena leaned in, pressing her lips against Kara's in a kiss that started gentle but turned into full-on need.
Kara's breath hitched as they parted, her eyes fluttering open to reveal pupils dilated with desire. Outside, the snow fell harder, creating a cocoon of privacy around their apartment, the world beyond their windows fading into white noise.
"I've waited so long to tell you," Kara whispered against Lena's lips. "Every day, watching you across the conference table at meetings, seeing you work in your lab, I'd think about bringing you home, just like this."
Lena shifted slightly in Kara's lap, suddenly aware of a firm pressure against her lower back. The realization sent a rush of heat through her body, settling low in her abdomen. She moved experimentally, feeling Kara's subtle reaction—the tightening of fingers against her waist, the barely audible catch in her breath.
The television cast its blue glow across Kara's features, highlighting the sharp contours of her cheekbones as her eyelids fluttered. Lena studied her face, memorizing the details—the scar above her eyebrow, the golden flecks in her irises that appeared when caught in certain light.
"What are you thinking about?" Kara asked, her voice husky with emotion.
"How much time we've wasted," Lena replied, her hand sliding slowly down Kara's torso, feeling the taut muscles beneath her sweater. "All those nights I worked late at L-Corp, when I could have been here with you."
The weighted blanket shifted as Lena moved, her body turning more fully toward Kara, her thigh brushing against something firm between them. The contact made Kara inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly before darkening with unmistakable want.
"May I?" Lena asked, her fingers pausing at the waistband of Kara's sweatpants, her eyes searching Kara's face for confirmation.
Kara nodded, her lips parting slightly as her eyes fluttered closed. "Please," she breathed, the single word carrying years of longing.
The movie continued to play, forgotten dialogue providing a soundtrack to the moment as Lena's fingers dipped beneath the elastic band. She gasped softly as her hand encountered warm, velvet-smooth hardness. With gentle movements, she freed Kara from the confines of her clothing, her breath catching at the sight illuminated in the television's glow.
"You're beautiful," Lena whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she wrapped her fingers around Kara's length, feeling it pulse beneath her touch.
Kara's response was a soft whine breathed into Lena's ear.
Lena moved with deliberate slowness, each gesture measured as she shifted her position. The weighted blanket slid to the floor as she rose to her knees on the couch, straddling Kara's lap. Their eyes met, an unspoken question passing between them, answered by the slight nod of Kara's head, the gentle pressure of her hands guiding Lena's hips.
The soft fabric of Lena's silk pajama shorts slid easily against her skin as she removed them, the cool air of the apartment raising goosebumps along her exposed thighs. Kara watched her with reverence, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.
"Are you sure?" Kara whispered, her voice trembling slightly, thumbs tracing small circles against Lena's hipbones.
Lena answered by lowering herself slowly, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt Kara's warmth press against her center. The contact sent electricity through her body, making her fingers tighten where they gripped Kara's shoulders. With deliberate patience, she sank down, taking Kara inside her inch by inch, their foreheads pressed together as they shared the same breath.
"Oh," Lena whispered, her voice barely audible above the movie's dialogue. Her eyelids fluttered as she adjusted to the fullness, to the exquisite pressure that made her thighs tremble.
Kara's hands settled on her waist, steadying her, thumbs drawing soothing circles against her skin. "You okay?" she murmured, concern threading through desire in her voice.
Lena nodded, finally fully seated in Kara's lap as her shaft was buried to the hilt.
"Just wanna stay like this for a bit." Lena says breathily, panting as she adjusts to Kara's size.
"We have all the time in the world," Kara whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Lena's face with reverent fingers. The snowfall outside had intensified, blanketing National City in silence, creating a private universe within their apartment walls.
Lena closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of fullness, of connection. She could feel Kara's heartbeat, strong and rapid, echoing through her body where they were joined. The television cast alternating patterns of light across her bare thighs, across Kara's flushed face.
After several moments of stillness, Lena began to move—not the urgent, desperate rhythm she had imagined in countless late-night fantasies, but something gentler. She rocked slowly in Kara's lap, small movements that sent waves of pleasure through them both. Kara's hands found purchase on her hips,
guiding but not controlling, responding to the rhythm Lena set. Their breathing synchronized, shallow and quick in the quiet room.
"You feel incredible," Kara murmured against Lena's collarbone, pressing feather-light kisses along the delicate skin there. "Better than anything I've ever dreamed."
Lena rolled her hips in a slow roll, feeling Kara twitch inside her. The movie played on, forgotten scenes washing over them in blues and golds as they moved together. Occasionally, Lena would glance at the screen, trying to maintain the pretense that they were still watching, but her attention inevitably returned to Kara—to the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, to the small sounds catching in her throat.
Lena shifted slightly, changing the angle, and gasped as Kara pressed against a spot inside her that sent sparks shooting up her spine. Her fingers dug into Kara's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indentations that would fade within moments on Kryptonian skin.
"There," she whispered, repeating the motion. "Right there."
Kara nodded, understanding immediately, adjusting her hips to maintain the pace and angle.
Kara's hands trembled slightly as they supported Lena's weight, guiding her movements with a gentleness that belied the strength Lena knew lay beneath the surface. The television cast kaleidoscopic patterns across their intertwined forms, the characters on screen continuing their fictional lives while Lena and Kara created something real and profound in the privacy of their apartment.
"I can still follow the plot," Lena whispered against Kara's ear, a playful smile curving her lips as she maintained their slow, deliberate rhythm. Her inner muscles clenched around Kara, drawing a soft gasp from the Kryptonian.
"Multitasking," Kara managed to reply, her voice strained as she fought to maintain her composure. Her hips made subtle upward movements, matching Lena's pace. "Always... impressive."
The snow continue to fall as the two started refocusing onto their movie, content with the feeling of intimacy between them with kara still inside lena.
The warmth between them contrasted with the frost gathering at the window's edge, creating a private sanctuary amidst the winter night. Lena's body responded to each subtle shift, each tiny movement causing ripples of pleasure to cascade through her. Though they were ostensibly watching the film, their attention remained divided—caught between the story unfolding on screen and the more intimate narrative developing between their bodies.
"What's happening now?" Kara murmured against Lena's shoulder, her lips brushing sensitive skin as she nodded toward the television.
Lena tried to focus, her mind struggling to process the dialogue as Kara's length pulsed inside her. "The protagonist is... reconciling with her estranged father," she managed, her voice catching as Kara made a particularly well-timed movement. "Though I suspect she'll regret it by the third act."
Kara smiled against Lena's skin, the vibration sending tiny shivers along Lena's spine. "Always the analyst," she whispered, her hands drifting up to brush against the underside of Lena's breasts through her thin camisole. "Even now."
The characters on screen moved through their scripted emotions while Lena and Kara remained perfectly still for long moments, connected in the most intimate way possible, savoring the fullness and warmth. Then Lena would shift slightly—ostensibly to get more comfortable, to reach for her water glass on the coffee table, to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear—each movement sending fresh waves of sensation through them both.
"Do you think they'll end up together?" Kara asked, nodding toward the screen where two supporting characters shared a meaningful glance across a crowded room.
Lena rocked on Kara's lap to get more stimulation.
"This is nice," Lena murmured, her head resting against Kara's shoulder as she focused on the screen. "Just being connected like this."
Kara nodded, pressing a kiss to Lena's temple. "I never knew it could be like this—so intimate without being rough."
"I've always thought intimacy was about passion and urgency," Lena confessed, her fingers tracing patterns on Kara's forearm. "This is something else entirely."
The movie reached a quiet scene, the soundtrack softening as the protagonist wandered through snow-covered streets. The parallel to their own snow-enclosed evening wasn't lost on either of them. Lena shifted again, feeling Kara respond inside her with a subtle throb.
"It's like we're connected on every level," Kara whispered, her breath warm against Lena's ear. "Physically, emotionally... I can feel your heartbeat around me."
Lena's muscles tightened involuntarily at the words, drawing a soft gasp from Kara. The television's light played across their features—highlighting the flush spreading across Lena's chest, the tightness in Kara's jaw. The snowfall outside intensified, blurring the city lights into hazy constellations.
"I can feel it too," Lena replied, her voice hushed as if afraid to break the spell between them. "Every heartbeat, every breath."
On screen, the protagonist made a decision, the camera lingering on her determined expression. Lena felt a similar resolve building within her own body—a slow-burning need that had been simmering beneath their gentle connection. She shifted again, this time with more purpose, feeling Kara's length press against that perfect spot inside her.
"Lena," Kara breathed, the single word carrying a question.
"I think," Lena said, her voice steady despite the tremor building low in her abdomen, "I'd like to finish this movie properly."
Understanding flashed in Kara's eyes, her hands tightening around lena's hips as she flipped them over so she was on top. Kara began to thrust slow but hard at first. Fucking into Lena, watching her eyes roll back into her head through hooded eye lids.
Lena's fingers traced the contours of Kara's back beneath her shirt, feeling the play of muscles as they tensed and released with each thrust. The apartment filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, punctuated by the muffled dialogue from the forgotten film and the
Kara's movements gained momentum, each thrust deliberate and deep, pushing Lena further into the cushions of the couch. The television's glow caught the sheen of sweat forming along Kara's collarbone, highlighting the defined muscles of her forearms as they bracketed Lena's body. The movie continued in the background, its dialogue fading into white noise beneath their synchronized breathing.
"Look at me," Kara whispered, her voice tender despite the increasing urgency of her movements. "I want to see you."
Lena's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kara's gaze. The raw emotion she found there—devotion, desire, and something deeper that neither had fully voiced—made her breath catch. Kara's hips maintained their rhythm, each stroke hitting precisely where Lena needed her most, as though they'd been lovers for years rather than minutes.
"I need you, Kara," Lena breathed, the words escaping her like a prayer, her fingers digging into the solid muscle of Kara's shoulders. "I need all of you."
The confession hung in the air between them, crystalline and perfect as the snowflakes accumulating against the windowpane. Kara's rhythm faltered for just a moment, her eyes widening with understanding of what Lena was asking for. The television cast a cascade of soft blues and ambers across her features, highlighting the single tear that escaped down her cheek.
"Are you sure?" Kara whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, even as her hips continued their steady motion, never breaking their connection.
Lena's answer was to wrap her legs tighter around Kara's waist, drawing her impossibly deeper. "I've never been more certain of anything," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I want to feel you completely. No barriers between us."
The snow outside had transformed the world into a silent, white canvas, cocooning them in their own universe where nothing existed beyond the press of their bodies, the shared breath between them, the overwhelming trust binding them together.
Kara's movements became more deliberate, each thrust deeper than the last as her control began to fray at the edges. The television's light played across the planes of her face, catching the moment her expression shifted from concentration to something more primal. Lena could feel it building within her own body—that telltale tightening, that exquisite pressure spiralling outward from where they were joined.
"Lena," Kara gasped, her voice strained as her rhythm faltered slightly. "I'm close... I should pull-
"Stay," Lena interrupted, her voice commanding despite its softness. "Stay with me. Inside me."
Kara's movements became more deliberate, each thrust deeper, more purposeful. Her eyes never left Lena's face, watching with reverent attention as pleasure transformed her features—the parting of full lips, the flutter of dark lashes against pale cheeks, the slight furrow of concentration between perfectly shape
"I need you, Kara," Lena repeated, her fingers threading through blonde hair, cradling the back of Kara's neck. "All of you. Everything."
The snow outside had transformed National City into a silent wonderland, the usual urban cacophony muffled beneath a blanket of white. Inside their apartment, the only sounds were their synchronized breathing, the subtle creak of the couch beneath them, and the distant murmur of the forgotten movie.
Kara's thrusts deepened, each movement now carrying the weight of their shared decision. The television's glow caught the beads of perspiration along her hairline, illuminating the tendons in her neck as they strained with exertion and restraint. Lena felt herself opening further, accepting Kara completely as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity.
"I'm so close," Kara gasped, her voice barely audible above the film's swelling soundtrack. Her rhythm faltered slightly, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining control. "Lena, I—"
"Let go," Lena whispered, her fingers tracing the sharp line of Kara's jaw. "I want to feel you. All of you."
The quiet encouragement was all Kara needed. She buried her face against Lena's neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her hips maintained their perfect rhythm. The television cast a kaleidoscope of colors across her trembling shoulders, highlighting the powerful muscles now tensing beneath her skin. Outside, the snowfall intensified, the flakes swirling in hypnotic patterns that mirrored the building crescendo within their bodies.
"Lena," Kara breathed, her voice breaking on the name like a prayer. "I can't hold back anymore."
Lena cradled Kara's face between her palms, bringing their foreheads together so they shared the same breath, the same space. "Then don't," she whispered, her voice tender yet commanding. "Give yourself to me completely."
Her hips stuttered, then pressed forward with renewed purpose, burying herself completely within Lena's warmth. A soft, broken sound escaped her lips—not quite a moan, something more vulnerable, more honest—as the first pulse of her release flooded Lena's depths.
"Oh God," Kara gasped, her voice breaking as she buried herself deeper, her hips stuttering yet never stopping their motion. "Lena, I'm—I'm—"
"Oh," Lena gasped, her eyes widening at the sensation of Kara's warmth filling her. The television's light caught the exact moment realization dawned across her features—the parting of her lips, the flush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, visible through the thin fabric of her camisole.
Kara didn't stop moving. Her hips continued their rhythm, more erratic now but no less purposeful, each thrust sending another wave of her release deeper inside.
"I can feel you," Lena gasped, her voice breaking on the words. "God, Kara, I can feel everything."
The burning feeling of Kara's release flooding her depths triggered something primal within Lena. Her body responded instinctively, inner muscles clenching around Kara's pulsing length as if determined to draw every last drop deeper inside. The television's light painted abstract patterns across their joined bodies, highlighting the tremor in Lena's thighs, the arch of her spine as she pressed herself more firmly against Kara.
"Don't stop," Lena pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper as her fingers tangled in Kara's hair. "Please, don't stop."
Kara, despite the trembling in her limbs and the overwhelming sensation of her own release, maintained her rhythm—slower now, but with a deliberate pressure that hit exactly where Lena needed her most. Each thrust pushed Kara's warmth deeper while simultaneously pressing against that perfect spot inside Lena's tight pussy.
Kara's movements grew more precise, angling her hips to ensure each thrust pressed firmly against that swollen spot inside that made Lena's vision blur at the edges. The weight of Kara above her, the fullness inside her, the warmth spreading through her depths—it all converged into a perfect storm of sensation.
"I've got you," Kara whispered, her voice hoarse but steady as she continued to move within Lena despite her own release. One hand slipped between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves where they were joined. "Let go for me, Lena."
The sensation sent Lena spiraling over the edge, her body arching off the couch as pleasure crashed through her in powerful waves. Her fingers clutched desperately at Kara's shoulders, nails leaving crescents that would fade within moments on Kryptonian skin. The television's light caught the exact moment—her head thrown back, dark hair spilling across the cushions, lips parted in a silent cry.
"Kara," she gasped, the name breaking into fragments as her inner walls pulsed rhythmically around Kara's length, milking the last drops of her release. "Oh god, Kara."
Kara continued to move inside her, gentler now, guiding her through the aftershocks that made her thighs tremble and her breath catch.
The snow had transformed into a gentle curtain outside, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow that complemented the television's flickering light. Kara held herself above Lena, arms trembling slightly as she gazed down at the woman beneath her. Their bodies remained connected, neither willing to break the profound intimacy of the moment.
"You're beautiful," Kara whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair from Lena's flushed face. "So beautiful it hurts sometimes."
Lena's eyes fluttered open, emerald green meeting azure blue in the dimly lit room. Her lips curved into a smile that held no trace of her usual guardedness. "That was..."
"I know," Kara replied, understanding the words Lena couldn't quite form. She lowered herself carefully, shifting to the side so they lay facing each other on the couch,still connected. The forgotten movie cast its soft light across their features as Kara reached for the weighted blanket on the floor, draping it over their intertwined bodies.
"I can still feel you," Lena whispered, her inner muscles fluttering around Kara's softening cock. "Inside me."
Kara brushed her lips against Lena's forehead, breathing in the scent of expensive shampoo and something uniquely Lena. "I don't want to pull out yet," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Is that okay?"
Lena nodded, pressing herself closer into Kara's embrace. "More than okay, darling."
They lay in comfortable silence, the movie's dialogue washing over them unheeded as they focused on the sensation of being completely joined, completely vulnerable with one another. Kara's hand traced idle patterns along Lena's thighs, both smiling as they drifted off to sleep in their new found intimacy.