‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’ - kara
Teeth nipped at Kara’s neck. Hard, enough to bruise a human. Hands roamed over warm skin, like fire beneath golden glow. Arousal and warmth in her own stomach, butterflies. More skin, more love and tender touches. More lips and soft gasps and moans-- she wanted more, more and more. Greedy, needing, wanting, aching.
Kara’s words stilled her mapping of the skin of Kara’s neck, the pulse points and the freckle behind Kara’s ear. The fingers tracing at the edge of Kara’s collar, slipping the cardigan away to reveal more warmth and goosebumps. It stopped, and Lena’s blood froze in her veins.
“I will eventually. My brother and my father ruined all their relationships. Why would you be different? Because you have something to hide? That didn’t work for Lex.”
There was an edge to her voice, anger. Not directed at Kara but at herself, at her name and the tainted blood in her own body.
Too close, too close emotionally and physically. Too close to spilling the truth. “Kara, before this goes any further, I have to tell you something.”
She pressed a kiss to the place she had just bitten. Begging for forgiveness through sex, how very Luthor. Sex was a weapon or a bargaining tool, according to her father Or else it was simply a way to forget and ignore the pain, according to her brother. Never was it an act of love or intimacy. No matter how much she wished it be about love and affection, it never would be. Not for her. Not without work that required a very patient partner that she would never deserve nor obtain.
So she forced herself to pull away, to pull Kara’s cardigan back into place. Stared in the middle-distance to keep from looking at Kara’s face. Took time to adjust her own blouse and grab onto Kara’s hands. “I know. About you, and how amazing you are. How beautiful and strange and wondrous.”
Fingers danced against her love’s cheekbone. “Lex spent time in Smallville. He grew up with a man that he loved, Clark Kent. Loved him obsessively, but then was too intrigued by his secret. He failed to see the humanity in Clark and it drove them apart. Lex would often get drunk and call me and yell about how strange his friend was. Rant and rave about carvings in caves and his car roof being peeled off.
“You came in here with Clark and I knew right away. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t push. That I wouldn’t become my brother, that I wouldn’t pry. I didn’t want to hurt you. But I will, eventually. I’ll find some way, on accident, to tear at your soul and rip out your heart.
“I’m a Luthor, Kara. And Luthors and Supers never end well. There is no stuff of legends, only pain and hatred.” Lena was going to fall and stumble and sink into darkness, and even with strength and flight, how much patience would Kara have to help Lena rise out of the darkness? She had to make herself worthy of Supergirl. And beyond that she had to make herself worth of Kara Danvers.
But could she? Could she defy genetics and her name and the fact that her family had been down this road before?
