DOMESTIC FLUFFY MORNING SMUT PLEASE
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She wakes up to the familiar touch of Kara’s fingers trailing over her face.
They’re just passing along the line of her jaw now and it tickles as they move to her neck but Lena restrains herself from reacting. She doesn't want Kara to stop. Kara’s fingers are long and smooth, unlike hers, riddled with scars and calluses. But Lena doesn't mind her imperfections when she knows they're a result of her hard work, when she knows how much Kara loves them. Kara’s thumb is on her lips now, sliding over her bottom lip in a slow caress that she barely even feels it.
“I know you're awake, y’know.”
She can't help the smile that shows this time, the smile that stretches slow at her lips against Kara’s soft touch, can't help the way her body reacts to it, how her heart does. “I know,” she sighs wistfully, “but that doesn't mean I have to open my eyes just yet.”
“Not even to see my cute face?” Kara teases lightly, her voice so soft and so inviting. Her thumb is pressing gentle against the dimple in Lena’s cheek now.
Lena huffs a little, knowing that Kara’s got her there. She can never resist any opportunity to look at Kara, to take in the very pretty sight of her. “Your ridiculously cute face is the only and best reason to open them.” And so Lena opens her eyes and she sighs because god, Kara is so beautiful against the morning sun, naked and ethereal. “Good morning, darling,” she murmurs, reaching up to bury her fingers in tousled blonde hair just as Kara’s hand is cupping her jaw.
“Good morning, Lena,” Kara whispers as she leans down until their lips are just barely touching.
She smiles at the teasing, her heart nearly bursting at the tenderness in Kara’s touch, the thoughtfulness in her dark blue eyes. “Is this going to be one of those mornings?” she asks, adjusting herself to let Kara shift so she can lay between her parted thighs, playfully tugging at her hair.
Kara is chewing a little at her bottom lip and her eyes flutter at the light pulling of her hair. She’s breathing heavily when she finally and slowly nods. “May I?” Kara pauses when she's got her hand on the hem of Lena’s sleep shirt.
“You presume to ask me as if I’ve learned to say no to you,” she answers, teasing as she pushes herself up to help Kara along the way, lifts up her hips to help take off her shorts as well. It's all too soon and all too slow before Kara is finally pressing down on top of her and Lena can't hold back her gasp at the feel of hot skin sliding against her own. Kara’s lips are close and barely touching hers once again, teasing her once again.
She brings her arms up to rest over Kara’s shoulders just as Kara’s hands are cupping her breasts, thumbs flicking slow at her nipples until they harden under her careful attention. “And you presume to say this to me as if I’ll ever stop asking,” Kara teases back in a husky whisper before finally pressing their mouths together.
And Lena moans, her lips parting eagerly against Kara’s as a heavy feeling swoops low in her belly. Her body is trembling when Kara’s hands move to her sides, to her hips, to her thighs, moving over her in dilatory reverence. They don't stay or settle anywhere too long as if Kara can’t seem to stop touching her, as if she’s trying to map the topography of her body, as if she hasn't already done that so many times before. She whines when Kara’s lips leave hers, but then sighs happily when they start pressing to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “Kara,” she whimpers at the slow drag of Kara’s tongue along her throat, throwing her head back to expose more of her neck.