Mercy Graves

Indie Supergirl RP | 21+ | Selective

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Mercy smiled, glad to know that she’d been successful and that Lena was up for more. “You can do anything you want,” she promised, meeting Lena’s gaze. She didn’t mean to sound needy, but she had to admit that she did - far from the confident voice she’d had when she’d first pressed herself against Lena in the kitchen. But that felt like a lifetime ago, back before she’d let the full emotion of this in.

“I’m yours, Lena,” she added, reaching up to stroke Lena’s cheek. “Completely.”

There was a very brief moment where Lena thought about how strange this was since she knew for a fact that Lex and Mercy had had sex many, many times. And then the moment was over and Lena was determinedly focused on  the here and now. 

She pressed Mercy into the mattress for a moment, resting her weight on top of hers, enjoying the skin to skin contact, before she slid downwards. Mercy’s neck was first and Lena took her time there, peppering her skin with kisses and the softest of nips, exploring every inch of her to see what she liked the most. 

She rested her weight on one hand while the other ghosted along Mercy’s hip before working itself up to her chest. She brushed her thumb over her nipple before sliding back down again, mapping the planes of her stomach as she let her mouth slide past her collarbone. 

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Lena was so gentle even as she took control, and it was immediately clear that this was going to be very different. The soft brush of her lips, the way she took her time exploring, the surprising addition of her hands... it wasn’t the quick but functional sex Mercy was used to.

She probably should have given Lena the same treatment, she realized. And she would, later. For now, she closed her eyes and focused on Lena’s touch, everywhere at once.

Maybe the most unexpected part was that the sounds coming from her - quiet ones, little gasps and embarrassing whimpers - were so real after the faked reactions she’d performed for Lex. She almost wanted to tell Lena that she’d outdone her brother on yet another count, but that would ruin this moment and she needed this.

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She felt amazing. Weak and limp but amazing nonetheless. “It was perfect,” she murmured before leaning up to kiss her again. She gently pressed Mercy’s shoulder, pushing her sideways to get her flat on her back. 

“Can I–?” she asked as she stilled her hand, simply resting it on her shoulder. “Can I touch you?” 

Mercy smiled, glad to know that she’d been successful and that Lena was up for more. “You can do anything you want,” she promised, meeting Lena’s gaze. She didn’t mean to sound needy, but she had to admit that she did - far from the confident voice she’d had when she’d first pressed herself against Lena in the kitchen. But that felt like a lifetime ago, back before she’d let the full emotion of this in.

“I’m yours, Lena,” she added, reaching up to stroke Lena’s cheek. “Completely.”

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Lena was always exquisite, but she got more and more so the closer she got to the edge. Mercy added another finger and focused her attentions on the spot that had drawn Lena closer to her.

She lifted up her head, tempted to keep kissing but deciding that she wanted to watch Lena. She wanted every reaction. Every gasp, every breath, every shift in Lena’s face. She’d waited too long to look away now.

“Lena.” Her voice wasn’t quite as shaky as Lena’s, but the emotion and need made it softer and breathier than usual. There were so many things she wanted to say - that she loved Lena, that she looked amazing. Promises that weren’t Mercy’s to make. She held off, not wanting to risk ruining this moment with more tears. “Don’t hold back, Lena. Let go.”

She was clinging to the edge, trying to make this last. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to live here, in this exact moment, for the rest of her life. Her whole body was on fire, her heart hammered painfully in her chest, her lungs struggled to remember how to breathe, and her whole world was just Mercy. 

But Mercy was relentless (was Lena even surprised? She always had been. Probably always will be.) and Lena was, after all, only Human. And the command, soft and gentle and full of affection, pushed her over. How could she not let go when Mercy asked her so nicely? So sweetly. So affectionately. 

She let go and everything was so sudden, so intense, that she lost herself for a moment. When she finally remembered how to breathe, she felt lightheaded. She relaxed her grip on Mercy’s shoulder, letting her hand fall limply to the bed. She opened her eyes and it took her a moment to focus on Mercy’s face. God, she loved her. Lena wanted this for the rest of her life. 

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Mercy wrapped one arm around Lena to hold her close, her other arm joining it once she’d finished stroking her through her orgasm. “You are just incredible,” she whispered.

She wanted so much right now - for Lena to do something about her own need, to make Lena come again and again, to do whatever it took to make sure they never had to leave this bed, to leave this bed but take Lena with her to some secret place where they could escape any hint of the past...

But why do anything when she could just stay in this moment?

“Are you okay, princess? That wasn’t too much?” She kissed Lena once she appeared to have regained control of her breathing.

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Lena arched into Mercy’s touch, her heart hammering erratically in her chest. Mercy was amazing. And the emotion behind it–it just made it so much more intense. 

When Mercy’s fingers hit an especially sensitive spot, she gasped and clung to Mercy hard, digging her short nails into her shoulder with one hand while the other held onto the pillow. She was close now, her pleasure building quickly. 

“More!” She was begging again, her voice breaking as speech became more difficult. “Mercy–!” 

Lena was always exquisite, but she got more and more so the closer she got to the edge. Mercy added another finger and focused her attentions on the spot that had drawn Lena closer to her.

She lifted up her head, tempted to keep kissing but deciding that she wanted to watch Lena. She wanted every reaction. Every gasp, every breath, every shift in Lena’s face. She’d waited too long to look away now.

“Lena.” Her voice wasn’t quite as shaky as Lena’s, but the emotion and need made it softer and breathier than usual. There were so many things she wanted to say - that she loved Lena, that she looked amazing. Promises that weren’t Mercy’s to make. She held off, not wanting to risk ruining this moment with more tears. “Don’t hold back, Lena. Let go.”

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Lena was actively moving now, shifting her hips to meet Mercy’s fingers. She moaned softly and anchored herself by clinging to Mercy’s shoulder, trying not to get off too quickly because she didn’t want to admit that she was so easy that a little bit of tongue and a few minutes of fingers moving gently would be her undoing. 

“I–” she began, startled by the fact that Mercy asked. Lena wasn’t exactly used to it–one night stands were always impersonal and self serving for both parties involved–and most men just assumed that Lena wanted what they wanted. God, Lena wished that they had done this so much sooner. 

“Anything. Anything you want. Just–don’t stop,” she moaned. 

“I won’t stop,” Mercy promised. “Not unless you tell me to.”

She’d been about to move back down to her previous position, but Lena was holding onto her now and the last thing she wanted to do was pull away. There would be plenty of time for exploring later. For now, she just wanted to see Lena through this. She kissed her way down Lena’s neck again, her hand moving faster to meet Lena’s enthusiasm. She stole a glance at the younger woman to make sure there were no more tears before continuing her kisses, her lips tracing the curve of a breast.

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It was downright embarrassing that she was still crying. But Mercy–god, Mercy. She was everything. More than everything, really. And Lena was hers. She always had been, in a way, but now it was so much more. So much better. 

She bit her lip to muffle a moan as Mercy’s fingers slipped inside of her. Lena couldn’t remember a time that she was this aroused this early on in sex. There hadn’t even been any foreplay and yet Mercy’s fingers slid into her smoothly. If it were anyone else, Lena would be stopping them, backing them up, warming herself up. 

“Mercy,” she moaned as she shifted her hips, opening herself up to give her more access. The leisurely pace was driving her wild and she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore, lost in the sensation of it all. 

Mercy began to move faster and harder now that Lena seemed to be okay. Hopefully she was. Mercy couldn’t help feeling a little bit lost - there hadn’t been sex that involved any sort of emotion since her high school boyfriend, and Lena was so many emotions all at once. She was nothing like Lex, who’d slept with Mercy a few times out of scientific curiosity before declaring pleasure a waste of his time, and she wasn’t like the long line of strangers Mercy had gone home with during her years with Lex. She was someone who knew the best and worst of Mercy and loved her anyway.

It wasn’t hard to see why Lena was crying. Mercy almost wanted to cry herself.

“Do you want me to stay where I am?” she asked Lena softly, kissing her ear between sentences. “Or should I give going down on you another try? Because you taste amazing.”

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This had been a good choice, Mercy decided at the feel of Lena’s hand in her hair. Whatever she was doing was clearly working, from the sounds Lena couldn’t quite muffle to the way she couldn’t keep her hips still. And god, she tasted amazing.

But then something changed in the sound of Lena’s shallow breaths and Mercy lifted her head up to see that she was crying. She replaced her tongue with her fingers so that she could move back up Lena’s body, putting her head on the pillow beside her. “Hey,” she said softly, fingers trailing slow circles over Lena’s clit just to make sure that Mercy kept her promise not to tease. “Please don’t cry, Lena. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” She kissed Lena’s cheek. “Talk to me, princess. Do you want me to stop?”

Mercy was pulling away and Lena let go of her hair, not wanting to hurt her or be too demanding. She whimpered at the loss of contact for only a moment before Mercy’s thumb was gently keeping her promise. 

God, she was ruining this by crying. It wasn’t that she was sad–she was just overwhelmed. Vulnerable. Happy. She loved Mercy and having her back in her life after all this time was just so… much. 

“Don’t stop,” she begged as she turned to face the older woman. She swiped at her tears and laughed a little. “It’s just–you. I didn’t even realize how much I missed you and now…” she trailed off, her eyes closing and her hips rolling for a moment, her body aching for Mercy’s touch. “I’m just not used to someone caring. Treating me like I matter. So please–don’t stop.” She kissed Mercy again, shifting the pace a little from soft and needy to a little desperate. Maybe that would be enough to keep her from crying during sex–who the hell did that? If Lena found herself in bed with someone who started crying, she would pull away and let them get their shit together before continuing just so she wouldn’t have to deal with it. 

But Mercy wasn’t like that. Mercy cared. Mercy didn’t want just a quick fuck, she wanted Lena. 

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Mercy fought back the flare of rage that shot through her at the thought of Lena’s past partners not caring. How dare they? How could anyone get so close to such perfection and not treat her the way she deserved?

She wanted every last one of them dead, but more blood on her hands would just make it more likely that she would be taken away from Lena.

“You matter more than anyone,” Mercy promised. She decided to stay where she was - there would be time to use her mouth again later. Right now, she wanted to stay close while she gave Lena everything she needed. She kept up the movements of her thumb before slipping her fingers into Lena, hoping that would make up for the lack of her tongue. “Don’t you ever forget that. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She nuzzled her face closer to Lena’s for another kiss. “You’re everything.”

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Lena couldn’t breathe as she watched Mercy strip. She was gorgeous. Stunning, really. And Lena Luthor was a mess beneath her, her heart fluttering pathetically while her lungs burned in a vain attempt to catch her breath. She reached up nervously, fingertips grazing the side of Mercy’s bra with something more like scientific curiosity than anything else for a brief moment. It was almost the same exact one that Mercy had taken off of her only moments ago. It might even be the same style and brand. 

That thought, and all others, vanished when Mercy removed the last scrap of fabric from Lena’s body, leaving her breathless and open and desperate beneath her. At the question, Lena shivered a little, wary of what was to come. What would Mercy want to try? Lena was no prude and she trusted Mercy but not knowing wasn’t something she enjoyed and she was going to ask for clarification and then–

And then Mercy’s tongue was between her legs and literally nothing else mattered anymore. One hand slid down to grab a handful of Mercy’s long hair to keep her gently in place while her other covered her mouth to muffle the startled moan of pleasure. She hadn’t been expecting Mercy to be so forward, promises aside. But this was exactly what she wanted and Lena was self conscious only because this was so intimate and she felt so vulnerable. With a stranger, it was much easier not to care what they thought. With Mercy? It was everything. 

But Mercy said–trying something new. Mercy hadn’t known she was bisexual until she was almost thirty. Mercy was trying something new with Lena. Did that mean–? “You’ve never–?” Lena managed as she tried, and failed, to keep her hips from rocking slightly against Mercy’s face. 

It was a lot to take in all at once. Mercy was bi because of Lena. Mercy had experimented because of Lena. Lena was bi because of Mercy. Lena was who she was because of Mercy. And now–and now there was this moment and Mercy’s tongue between Lena’s thighs and she found herself crying, overwhelmed by it. She loved her. She wanted her. Mercy loved her. Mercy wanted her. 

This had been a good choice, Mercy decided at the feel of Lena’s hand in her hair. Whatever she was doing was clearly working, from the sounds Lena couldn’t quite muffle to the way she couldn’t keep her hips still. And god, she tasted amazing.

But then something changed in the sound of Lena’s shallow breaths and Mercy lifted her head up to see that she was crying. She replaced her tongue with her fingers so that she could move back up Lena’s body, putting her head on the pillow beside her. “Hey,” she said softly, fingers trailing slow circles over Lena’s clit just to make sure that Mercy kept her promise not to tease. “Please don’t cry, Lena. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” She kissed Lena’s cheek. “Talk to me, princess. Do you want me to stop?”

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“You…?” Lena questioned, surprised. In her mind, Mercy had known everything she was doing. She had known how gorgeous she was. She had known how wonderful she smelled. She had known… everything. But Mercy was a person regardless of how Lena might have seen her and she was starting to realize that it was that much more comforting to know that Mercy was only Human like the rest of them. 

“Oh.” She stared, almost naked and flushed with arousal, up at Mercy in wonder. Lena had taught Mercy about herself. And maybe that meant–maybe that meant that Mercy loved Lena just as much as Lena loved Mercy. Maybe. Maybe it was real. Maybe it was good. Maybe it wasn’t as fucked up as she feared it would be. 

She leaned up and pressed her lips against Mercy’s, kissing her slow and deep, taking her time. She could never get tired of this. Except–except she was embarrassingly turned on and desperate to be touched. “Please, Mercy? Don’t tease.” 

Mercy kissed her one more time, smiling against her lips. It was okay. They were okay. They didn’t need to stop. “No more teasing,” she promised. “Just let me...” She reached back to unzip her dress, wanting to put herself on more even footing with Lena. Once she’d tossed the dress to the floor, she returned her attention to the other woman, bending down to place kisses on her chest and stomach as she stripped away the last of Lena’s clothing.

She paused for a moment - not to tease, but to consider her next move. “I want to try something I’ve never done before,” she said softly, raising her head up just enough to see Lena again. “Tell me if it’s not working, okay?” She’d only been with a handful of women, most of whom she couldn’t even name at this point, and tasting any of them had seemed far too intimate even if some had done it to her. But Lena, Lena was safe and home and a person Mercy knew inside and out,

She settled herself between Lena’s legs, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. God, she could smell Lena so clearly from here, could tell exactly how aroused Lena had been all afternoon. No more teasing, waiting had been enough. The first swipe of her tongue was light, but when Lena didn’t protest she probed deeper, wanting more of her.

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Lena’s hips lifted to press against Mercy, instinctively seeking friction. She felt like she was on fire as Mercy undressed her, leaving her chest bare. The way Mercy touched her–softly, slowly–felt so intimate that Lena found herself choking back tears. Who else knew her and cared about her this much? No one. Mercy had helped make her and Mercy loved her and Mercy was touching her and it was embarrassing how good it felt. 

At Mercy’s instruction, Lena shivered. Would Mercy be disgusted if she told her what she had imagined doing to her all those years ago? Would Mercy laugh if she found out that Mercy was the only one Lena thought about when she let Roulette take her virginity in a public shower of all places? Or would Mercy be pleased? Had this been what she always wanted? Had she spent years getting close to Lena, pulling her apart and putting her back together, just to have her like this someday? 

No. No, Lena didn’t believe that at all. Whatever had been between them before was platonic on Mercy’s end. It was only time and distance that allowed Mercy to see her as an adult now, to see her as someone to be desired. That had to be it. 

“I–” she managed, swallowing hard. Although she was far from shy in bed, confessing her desires that she had had when Mercy was with Lex was uncomfortable. But this was Mercy and, if Lena couldn’t trust Mercy, who could she trust? 

“I dreamed that you… that you would realize that I was the one you cared about. That you would find me alone in my room and…” And do things to a fourteen year old girl that would land her in prison. Not sexy. Not something Lena wanted to talk about. 

“Or I would go to college and… meet you there. Away from everyone else. And you’d show me–everything. The way you taught me about everything else.” The hand that had clutched the pillow was now over Lena’s face, hiding her blush. “It took… several tries to get things right with other people and all I could think about was how it would have been so much easier–so much safer–with you.” 

Maybe Mercy hadn’t thought that question through. She’d meant it to be sexy, but Lena had been so young and vulnerable when she’d first wanted this. Mercy had been imagining the older, more experienced Lena from the time when she had first felt attraction towards her.

She brought her hands up to cup Lena’s face and kissed her deeply, wanting to make sure she was okay, that the things Mercy had inadvertently brought to the surface weren’t too painful. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to see Lena’s face. “Maybe we should just focus on tonight.”

It would be so much easier if they were strangers meeting now, although without their history, Mercy might not be in bed with a woman at all. “And while I like your college scenario, I was almost 30 when I slept with a woman for the first time. I’m pretty sure you would have been the one teaching me. I mean, you pretty much did.” Maybe this was best, trying to match Lena’s vulnerability. It might kill the mood even more, but if it helped emotionally, it might be worth it. “I thought I was straight for a really long time, you know. It wasn’t until you told me about yourself that I realized that bisexuality was real.”

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Gorgeous. Beautiful. 

Mercy had called her that before but never… never like this. Never like she might actually be the only person Mercy was looking at. For the first time, Lena didn’t feel like she was sharing Mercy with anyone at all and it felt unreal, honestly. 

She was anchored back to reality when Mercy’s hand found her hip and fingers twisted in her hair to hold her still. She tried to lift her head up but the grip Mercy had on her held her gently in place and Lena was eager to do anything Mercy might ask of her. Like keeping her head against the pillow despite the fact that she desperately wanted to look at Mercy. 

Somehow, the fact that Mercy was still fully clothed while Lena was wearing only her underwear made it feel so much better. She felt like Mercy owned her in this moment and she was, surprisingly, okay with that. More than okay, really. Especially with Mercy’s lips sliding down her neck. 

“Mercy,” she managed, her voice breathy. She reached up to curl one hand gently at the nape of Mercy’s neck while her other clutched the pillow beneath her head tightly. “Please.”

The begging was almost too much. Nobody had ever needed Mercy the way Lena had and now, in this new context, it left her barely able to form a coherent thought.

But Lena wanted more, and Mercy wanted more. She gently tugged on Lena’s hair, exposing more of her neck to teasing kisses. But she couldn’t stay there long, couldn’t deny Lena whatever she needed.

She released Lena’s hair and adjusted her position, now on her knees over Lena to allow her more movement. Mercy paid no attention to her dress for now - the short black skirt riding up her hips to reveal just a hint of the black underwear that looked so much like Lena’s - far more concerned with undressing the woman under her. She wrapped her arms around Lena and eased her back a few inches off the bed to allow her better access to the clasp, and then set her back down, pulling the bra out of the way.

“You’re going to get everything you want, princess,” she promised. “Tell me what you used to dream about when you thought about me.” She slipped just one finger between Lena’s waistband and her skin, just a hint of what was to come. “I want to make all those dreams real.”

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Lena kissed Mercy in return, clinging to her desperately as she tried to pretend, even for a moment, that she had some control over this. But Lena had had no control when it came to Mercy since the first day she met her, back when she was just Lex’s girlfriend, the prettiest girl Lena had ever seen and just another reason to envy Lex. 

“I’ll buy new ones if they break,” Lena said dismissively as she slipped her shirt off and tossed it somewhere on the kitchen floor. She was doing this. She was really doing this. She felt a little shy, suddenly, and she wondered if Mercy liked what she saw. Lena had learned from her, after all, and she was worried that she had failed her in some way. But before she could let herself think about it for another second, she stepped away and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor before she led the way to the bedroom, dressed in only a bra and matching panties. And Mercy was behind her, fully dressed. 

(Was Lena sure that this wasn’t a dream?) 

The bed was freshly made, as always, and Lena tugged Mercy back down for another kiss, backing towards the bed and dragging Mercy with her. 

Mercy liked this more confident Lena very, very much. There was no need to worry that she’d misread the situation now that Lena was leading her forward. She abandoned her shoes along the way to the bedroom and followed Lena onto the bed.

“You’re gorgeous,” she told Lena, taking a short break from the desperate kisses before stealing another. “Just unbelievably beautiful.” She lowered herself over Lena, one hand caressing the bare skin just above her hip, the other tangled in Lena’s hair. Mercy began brushing a line of kisses down Lena’s neck, still not sure if she wanted to take this slowly or just devour Lena. All she knew was that she needed this, and she’d been waiting for it for far too long.

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Lena shivered and surrendered without any more hesitation. 

At the insinuation that she might not want to feel and taste and experience every single thing that Mercy had to offer, she shook her head violently. “God, please,” she begged. The thought of being used relentlessly, taken and desired, by Mercy made her bring their joined hands to the buttons of her shirt in invitation. 

She fumbled like some inexperienced fratboy who was halfdrunk and had never undressed someone before but she did manage to undo three buttons, exposing her black bra and a few inches of her stomach. 

Mercy turned Lena around to face her, leaning in to kiss her as she took over on the buttons. The bra underneath was almost identical to Mercy’s own, just a little bit of proof that she’d truly mattered in Lena’s life. She’d had an impact. Even now, all these years later, Lena didn’t shop or dress without thinking about her advice.

“Bedroom?” she suggested, finishing with the buttons and tugging the bottom of the shirt out from Lena’s waistband. “I have a feeling we’ll end up breaking those glasses if we stay here.”

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Lena’s whole world was Mercy in this moment. This was everything she had ever wanted and she was, quite honestly, overwhelmed by it all. She leaned back against her and shut her eyes, focusing on what she wanted and not what she should be doing. Like locking Mercy out and keeping herself safe and not welcoming her into bed. Or wherever else she wanted to be. 

“You… you want…?” Lena asked, feeling incredibly flustered. She had no idea what to do with her hands so she fiddled with the wine glasses, trying to center herself. She wasn’t about to fall apart like a girl out of a romance novel who just wanted to be ravished. She was better than that. 

“We could always drink later,” she added. 

Maybe that had been too much. Mercy had no problem with leaving Lena speechless, but there was that nagging voice inside reminding her that she wasn’t good enough for Lena. That Lena probably didn’t fantasize about her anymore, now that she was nothing but a failure.

Not to mention that Mercy kept seeing photos of Lena with her high-profile boyfriend. Maybe Lena wasn’t even interested in women anymore. Maybe that had just been a boarding school phase.

Mercy brought her hands to Lena’s, easing them away from the glasses before something ended up breaking. “What I want,” she said, threading their fingers together, “is to pick up where we left off this afternoon. I want to kiss you again. I want to get you out of those clothes so I can see and feel every inch of you.” She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against Lena’s ear. “I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”

She let that linger for a moment, giving Lena a few seconds to process. “If that’s what you want,” she added. “I know this is complicated. If you just want to talk over a glass of wine, I understand.”

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Mercy had considered letting herself into Lena’s suite, but she thought better of it. Invading Lena’s space seemed like a great way to scare her off. Especially after the badly timed hack earlier.

Instead, she waited in the lobby, confident in the even shorter dress she’d chosen for tonight, looking even more regal than she had in Lena’s office because this time, she knew she was welcome.

Lena, on the other hand, looked considerably less put together than she had before, and Mercy wondered how, exactly, she’d made it through the rest of the day, not to mention meetings.

She crossed the lobby slowly, giving Lena plenty of time to look her over, before meeting her with a smile. It was hard not to touch her yet, but Lena was a public figure, and being noticed together would be the quickest way for Mercy to get herself caught. She waited until the elevator doors closed before slipping an arm around Lena’s waist. “I hope the rest of your day wasn’t too terribly boring.”

It felt almost dreamlike when they entered the elevator and Mercy’s arm was around her. She still smelled the same. That perfume–Lena had stolen it once, a bottle nearly empty, and she had been very, very ashamed of what she had done in the dark of her bedroom after spraying it on her pillow. 

She didn’t quite make eye contact as she hit the button for the penthouse, afraid that she wouldn’t make it inside if she let herself look at her too long and sex in an elevator was absolutely unacceptable. Lena was more careful than that.

“It was fine,” she replied, sounding needlessly breathless. God, the things this woman did to her. The doors opened again and she slipped out of Mercy’s grip and opened the door. She had to get herself together. She had to look more presentable and not like a lovestruck teenager who had no idea how to behave around her crush. 

“Help yourself to whatever you want,” Lena said as she stepped out of her shoes. “I have wine and scotch in the kitchen, whiskey in the living room.” She picked up her shoes and headed deeper into the suite and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it tumble past her shoulders. Her shoes went in the closet and, without looking back for Mercy, she opened a cabinet and pulled out two wine glasses. Normally, Lena would go for something harder but she didn’t trust herself to drink anything other than wine. She didn’t think that she could handle herself if Mercy was in the same room as her when she was anywhere beyond tipsy. 

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Mercy couldn’t help smirking at how flustered Lena was. It was almost more adorable now than it had been when they first met - that particular Lena was flustered by just about anything. But the woman she watched now was unflinching in the face of powerful men and alien invasions.

She wasn’t powerful to the rest of the world, but maybe making Lena Luthor blush was all the power she needed.

“You know what I want,” she practically purred as she came up behind Lena. She set her hands on Lena’s hips. She was sure that Lena had an exquisite wine collection, but that could wait. They had all night. They had however long this lasted.

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Leaving was going to be difficult. Not because Mercy was a wanted criminal - she was good at evading capture, and it didn’t hurt that she knew the ins and outs of this building so very well. But Lena was so tempting and so needy and it was very hard not to imagine pressing her against every surface in this office, taking her over and over.

But they both had work to do, and Mercy had a feeling that a little bit of waiting would only make this better.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess,” she said, leaning in to kiss Lena one more time, lingering a bit more than she had originally intended. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

She headed towards the hidden back entrance to the office that she herself had installed for Lex, the panel of the wall that slid aside and led to a staircase that was carefully walled off from the rest of the building. She glanced back and winked at Lena, fairly sure that the other woman already knew about it - after all, Lena knew her brother, and she’d probably scoured the entire building for his secrets before making it her own.

Lena whimpered. Lena Luthor, CEO, commonly known as a complete bitch, whimpered as Mercy kissed her. And again when she pulled away. Needy. Soft. Pathetic. 

Before Lena could say something else, Mercy was disappearing and Lena only managed to give her a soft, hesitant wave. 

Work swallowed most of Lena’s thoughts for the rest of the day but, in the still moments, she always came back to the feeling of Mercy’s lips on hers. On the feeling of her being so… so close. 

By the time everything was over and done with, Lena was reeling with it all. What did it mean? Was it sincere? Did Lena really want this or was it just a holdover from her previous crush? Was she just desperate for any sort of attention that she was more than happy to let Mercy give her what she needed? 

She had worked herself up by the time that she entered the hotel lobby and tried not to look as frazzled as she felt. She used to feel like this often–she would stay up too late and drink too much coffee to wake herself up only to have to bring herself back down with alcohol. Except, this time, she wasn’t jittery due to caffeine and the person she was fixated on was a lot more dangerous and a lot more enticing. 

Lena looked across the lobby and her heart stopped for a moment. Would there ever be a moment where she didn’t find Mercy beautiful? She was pretty sure there never would be and yet she was still surprised by it. God, she was pathetic. 

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Mercy had considered letting herself into Lena’s suite, but she thought better of it. Invading Lena’s space seemed like a great way to scare her off. Especially after the badly timed hack earlier.

Instead, she waited in the lobby, confident in the even shorter dress she’d chosen for tonight, looking even more regal than she had in Lena’s office because this time, she knew she was welcome.

Lena, on the other hand, looked considerably less put together than she had before, and Mercy wondered how, exactly, she’d made it through the rest of the day, not to mention meetings.

She crossed the lobby slowly, giving Lena plenty of time to look her over, before meeting her with a smile. It was hard not to touch her yet, but Lena was a public figure, and being noticed together would be the quickest way for Mercy to get herself caught. She waited until the elevator doors closed before slipping an arm around Lena’s waist. “I hope the rest of your day wasn’t too terribly boring.”