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End Simulation - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2019-11-23 00:22:58 +0000 UTC +#breeding kink
Lena fell asleep at some point, entangled in Kara with another full knot swollen in her pussy. Around five in the morning, she jerked awake, but Kara’s comforting presence and scents put her into a drowsy haze. She knew she had to get up, but it was much more difficult to leave Kara’s arms than she expected. She loathed her foolish heart for trying to convince her to snuggle under the covers, and after twenty minutes of silently doing nothing, Lena slid out of bed before the alarm went off.
Her face still glowed from her powerful heat and her hair was crimped with the sweat of sex. She looked like a ravished, hot mess, and had this happened months ago, Lena might have been elated to wake up like this after spending a night with Kara. Instead what she felt was a combination of lasting sexual frustration and scorn.
The oxytocin from sex had yet to wear off, but she was still in a terrible mood as she crept around searching for her heels. She would need to sneak off, or otherwise have to face her conflicted feelings when Kara woke up.
Unfortunately, Kara’s super senses alerted her to every soft footstep and noise in the apartment, and before Lena had even thought to put a light on, Kara was by her side, offering her a warm croissant from France and a latte to go with it.
In the end, she shared breakfast with Kara and several kisses that ranged from desperate to lust-fueled to angry. Kara flew her home afterwards and Lena fell asleep on the way, feverish with hormones.
All of her omega instincts told her to cling to the alpha, while the rest of her wanted to push Kara away. It was like playing a game of tug-of-war with herself and she kept losing ground.
As soon as Kara left, Lena rushed into the shower in an attempt to cleanse herself of the hormonal madness that was wreaking havoc on her body. She scrubbed herself clean in her bathroom under her dual, high pressured shower heads, until she was absolutely certain she washed away every single trace of Kara. She hoped that the lack of scent would return her heat back to normal. To her dismay, these measures did absolutely nothing, except leave Lena feeling so needy that she rummaged through her dirty clothes, just to huff in the lingering aroma of Kara. They also made her late.
She had a morning appointment with Andrea. They were supposed to discuss a joint venture between L-Corp and Obsidian Tech, but the main purpose of the meeting was to gain access to the technology that connected all of National City to a common information feed.
The fact that Lena had suggested meeting at CatCo instead of inviting Andrea to L-Corp had nothing at all to do with wanting to shake up Kara with her surprise entrance. It was par for the course that she chose to wear a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a plunging navy blouse that was better suited for seduction than business. She had every intention of exuding enough sex appeal to daze Andrea into accepting her less than favorable offers, and with her heat as an added distraction, why not take full advantage?
Of course, Kara would see her smiling and laughing, and if Lena could stomach it, openly flirting with Andrea. It would drive Kara crazy and that was reason enough to do it. She would be taking care of two insufferable liars at once.
When she strutted through CatCo for the first time since selling the place, Lena tried to seem as imposing as possible. She threw a glare around at all of the desks, daring any of her former employees to approach. Her omega scents alone were enough to grab their attention and she saw a mixture of desire and loathing on their faces. It empowered her to breeze right into Andrea’s office.
Lena’s lip curled in contempt as she spotted the empty executive desk.
As she caught sight of herself in a mirror, she congratulated herself on how bloodthirsty and intimidating she looked as she scowled. Kara had bruised her mouth with kisses and Lena had worn a scarlet shade of lipstick, which added to the effect.
She could see terror on the face of a poor intern who scuttled into the room to deal with her.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Luthor.” The intern squeaked, cowering behind his clipboard. “Miss Rojas sends her apologies. She may be delayed by up to an hour. You could always reschedule.”
Lena almost made a sudden move just to spook him, but instead she took a seat in Andrea’s chair.
“I’ll wait,” Lena succinctly assured him, and then her eyes swept across the office to where Kara stood leering at her. “Tell Miss Danvers and the rest of the cowards who no doubt sent you in here that I’m not going anywhere.”
The intern covered his nose with the sleeve of his cardigan, all too flustered to be in her presence for even a second longer. He ran off and shut the glass door behind him, but Lena’s scents would still circulate around the entire floor.
Lena knew it would be torture for Kara to spend even an hour of her workday in the same building with her. For once she was grateful to Andrea for being unreliable. She smiled to herself as she picked up the latest edition of CatCo magazine and began to flip through it.
This suddenly felt like the perfect way to take back control and win the game of tug-of-war she was playing with her hormones.
Lena lifted her gaze over the top of the magazine to watch as Kara bashed her knee off the side of a desk and sent papers and pens scattering over the floor. When Kara bent over to pick them up, she had the misfortune of smacking the back of her head on the underside of her chair, the sound of it causing a few of her colleagues to glance in her direction.
No one was bold enough to glance at Lena and she raised her chin with a smirk as she realized it.
Kara’s glasses were skewed when she stumbled onto her feet with an armful of papers that she slapped onto the desk in frustration. She sent a heated, questioning look Lena’s way, and in return Lena only arched her shapely eyebrow.
Even behind the glass, Lena could have sworn she heard the growl that rumbled out of the alpha. It was titillating to face off against this mild-mannered version of Supergirl. She grinned, because for once she was one of the few in the room who knew Kara’s true identity.
Lena deliberately went back to reading, as if the sight of Kara wasn’t enough to get her panties slick with the thought of what her powerful hands could do.
Truth be told, Lena had needed this small victory. It was good for her general well-being to see how she could unsettle not just an entire office, but Supergirl herself. It soothed the rage inside her just enough to awaken something far more dangerous. Her ego.
When her eyes flicked up to find Kara a minute later, her smile froze and tightened imperceptibly.
Nia had situated herself at Kara’s desk and they were huddled together over the computer. Kara’s attention was on the younger brunette, and a new blonde who Lena had never met before.
Lena experienced a stab of something red-hot that suspiciously felt like jealousy, which was ridiculous, because why in the world would she care who Kara rubbed shoulders with at work?
Her green eyes were like sea glass, clear and sharp at first and then much duller.
Nia said something that made Kara smile and Lena wanted to wipe the happiness off her face. Instead, she stood up to stretch, moaning as she did, because she knew Kara could hear it when nobody else could. She pretended not to notice when Kara’s attention shifted back to her.
Lena took the opportunity to bend over to inspect the toe of her shoes, and when she settled back in the chair to fix her stockings, she saw the way Kara hunched over and angled herself away from Nia.
“Hard at work, I see.” Lena enunciated, her intense stare on Kara as she smirked coldly.
It pleased Lena that she could say whatever she wanted and Kara would still be able to hear it. At a casual pace, she moved to the more comfortable beige couch at the center of the room.
“It’s a shame this office has glass walls,” Lena intoned under her breath with a smug, quiet laugh. “I bet you would really like to bend me over the desk right now.”
While playing with the low neckline on her blouse, Lena pretended to watch the news, absolutely content in the knowledge that Kara’s focus was still riveted on her. Lena made it a point to continue touching herself in subtle ways, both to antagonize Kara and because her body was aching all over from her extreme sexual needs.
It would have been easy to call Kara to her side, but she wanted this battle, and for Kara to come to her first without prompting.
Even while experiencing the most severe heat of her life, Lena was a hard ass and took delight in Kara’s clear weakness for her.
“You only brought this upon yourself by,” Lena whispered and pushed her chin out as she remembered the shape and feel of Kara’s thick knot in her cunt. “You were so arrogant last night, but today you send an intern in to deal with me. And here I thought you were a strong alpha.”
Kara’s enfeebled posture changed in an instant and she stood upright. Her sudden movement flipped the keyboard over on her desk with a loud clatter. Nia grabbed Kara by the arm to pull her back into her seat with wide, alarmed eyes before anyone saw how she was acting. Whatever Nia was whispering made Kara frown at her, and she pulled her arm free of her friend’s gasp.
Lena reclined on the couch to side-eye the commotion she was causing. Her fingers slid lower over her blouse, ghosting over a hard nipple just so she could give a genuine, breathy exhale.
“I suppose I should have known that you’re not equipped to deal with my heat as Kara,” Lena taunted. “At least some of your colleagues look like they could be. I wonder which one will come to me first.”
From the corner of Lena’s eye, she watched as Kara swung her head wildly to glare at everyone around her, her lip curling up to bare her teeth in challenge, even though nobody was looking in Lena’s direction.
Lena was being reckless by riling her up, but there was something intoxicating about being able to push Kara’s buttons so effortlessly. To toy with her publicly could backfire for the both of them, but the temptation to carry on proved too much, and Lena rubbed her thighs together to spread her slick between her sensitive folds. The mild friction evoked a quiet moan from Lena just as Kara answered the phone on her desk.
Kara’s fist clenched and crushed it by accident, much to Nia’s horror. They exchanged a few heated words and then Nia held her hands up and walked off to find a replacement phone while Kara stared avidly at Lena through the glass.
Lena wandered over to the balcony, simply because Kara could continue to watch her through solid walls when no one else could. She raked her fingers through her long loose hair and settled down on the gray lounge chair.
Her heat symptoms could have been much worse if not for the alpha scent maskers Kara used at work. Without the potent alpha pheromones in her nostrils, Lena felt less desperate and took full advantage of her moments of improved self-control.
Convinced she could handle touching herself, Lena pulled off her heels and then peeled her stockings down her legs. She bundled up the soft, sheer material and tucked it into one shoe. The thrill of spontaneously doing this to arouse Kara in such a high risk environment was stronger than Lena’s fears of getting caught.
Her delicate fingers followed the contours of her pussy, over the crest and down to her slit. Warmth radiated through her soaked panties, and there was so much thick slippery arousal that when Lena tried to rub the fabric against herself, she had trouble getting traction between the material and her cunt.
Lena hardly had the chance to dip her finger beneath her drenched panties when Kara barged onto the balcony with a stack of papers in front of her lap, likely to conceal her erection from anyone who had watched her enter the office.
The Super was breathing heavy, her eyes were wild and her fingers tore out crescent moons in the files as she tried to control herself. She walked stiffly, in every sense, then tossed the papers aside when she caught sight of the pretty pink of Lena’s pussy that she had exposed to the cool air.
“What are you doing here?” Kara demanded, as if this were some elaborate plan just to drive her into a frenzy. Obviously it was working, because Kara’s fingers were already unclasping her belt and she was freeing her cock with a sense of urgency. The thick shaft pointed at Lena in an almost accusatory manner as Kara pushed her pants down her thighs.
“You can’t just show up at CatCo and taunt me like this.” Kara rumbled under her breath, her alpha pheromones so strong that they breached through the beta scents she used to mask herself. “What if it wasn’t me who found you touching yourself? How would you explain to Andrea or one of your former employees that you’re waiting for me to give you what you need?”
Lena could have openly scoffed at that, but instead she was much more devious. She dragged her panties to the side and moved the garter belt that had kept her stockings in place. Her lower lips glistened and she gave Kara a forbidden view, parting herself to show off the creamy arousal inside of her.
“As you can see, I wasn’t actually waiting for you,” Lena whispered in a ridiculing tone and began a deliberate, sensual tease. She pressed a finger into her tensing pussy and massaged along the snug inner bend where she ached to feel Kara.
With Kara’s girthy cock right in front of her face, and all of the alpha pheromones that overpowered her, Lena swayed back against the cushioned lounge. She had thought after a long night with Kara, her heat would no longer affect her so severely, but it seemed worse than ever and she realized suddenly that she was acting on whims she would never have even entertained before.
Her skin was too warm and bathed in sweat, and she clawed open the buttons on her blouse. As she bucked up to slide her fingers into her pussy, her breasts heaved and her breathing became short and sharp.
“You did this to me,” Lena groaned in aggravation, even with every slow undulation of her hips that filled her pussy up with two of her fingers. “I can’t even think clearly. Somehow you’ve made my heat stronger.”
“Then let me soothe it.” Kara commanded hoarsely and grabbed at Lena’s arms to stop her. She lifted her up as if she weighed absolutely nothing and turned Lena towards the ledge of the balcony before she had the chance to protest the sudden move. “I’ll take care of you, Lena.”
It was a brazen statement that Kara followed up with a sudden powerful thrust that pushed her large cock into Lena’s sensitive, needy cunt right to the base. She spread so easily for Kara that the Kryptonian moaned as if surprised, but then she began to pound into Lena at an unforgiving, frantic pace, her thighs striking Lena’s backside like sharp bolts of lightning.
Kara’s hot mouth latched onto Lena’s shoulder, her teeth precariously close to breaking the skin as she sucked the flesh with a growl so possessive it made Lena’s knees buckle. She wove her hands under Lena’s skirt and pushed it up to expose her ass to the chilled air, then pulled her roughly back into every rapid plunge of her cock as the scent of their mating intensified around them.
The raging hormones inside of Lena wanted it fast and brutal, and warped all of her normal perceptions until she longed for something more depraved than an escapade on the balcony.
Lena fantasized about blurting out her true feelings during sex, just as Kara did the night before, only this time she would see complete distress in the alpha’s eyes when she found out the truth. Her hostility continued to climb and yet the thought of completely breaking Kara’s spirit upset her.
“Harder,” Lena coarsely grunted and scraped her palms on the concrete in front of her. “I want to feel you inside of me, to let go of myself, and forget where we separate.”
Her jaw hardened with tension and she forced herself into an even lower bend. She listened to the sounds of her cunt opening up with Kara deeply rutting her.
In the sweaty collision of their bodies, with Kara’s cock so embedded inside of her, Lena realized how vitally she needed to share this with Kara. Even though she washed the alpha’s pheromones away, surrounding herself in the scent again awakened her animalistic instincts. Her baser drives had her pussy pulsating in demand for Kara’s seed, even before her own pleasurable release.
Lena’s breasts shook and Kara huffed louder in her ear, as if somehow the tight warm squeeze of her cunt was whittling at Kara’s self-restraint.
“Make me take another knot for you. I know you want it,” Lena groaned and turned her head, just enough that Kara could glimpse desire in her eyes and the erotic way she chewed her lip. “You want to get me pregnant,” she accused.
If not for how Kara scrunched her brows in concentration and her mouth trembled, Lena might have questioned it — but too many emotions drifted over Kara’s face, her secret wishes like snowflakes, coming down from whatever lofty place Kara had inside of her head. They accumulated for Lena to see, and she wanted to use all of it against Kara — to get the alpha off by playing around with that little breeding fantasy.
“Claim me,” Lena pleaded in a momentary lapse of sanity, only to feel Kara’s hand firm on her back, shoving her down so that she was kneeling on the lounge.
Pressing her cheek against the cushion, Lena breathed harshly and pushed her ass back towards Kara. Fresh arousal trickled from her cunt down between her cheeks and Kara’s fingers swept through it, touching her in every intimate place before she rubbed her.
Gravelly moans came from Lena’s throat, along with desperate requests. “Fuck me, claim me, I’ll be good — so good on my hands and knees for you, any time of day or any place you want to take me. Give me a baby, Kara. I want everyone to know I belong to you.”
Her shameless begging invigorated Kara to pound into her and hold her at the back of the neck. Kara’s thick cock buried into her pussy and all through her lower belly, she could feel the blunt shape of it plumbing her deeper.
The rich, heady notes of Kara’s alpha pheromones overpowered the beta scent she used to mask her natural aroma until there was no trace of it left in the air between them.
Kara’s natural musk clouded Lena like an invisible fog, pervasive and suffocating as the alpha snarled under her breath and pinned Lena’s shoulders harder into the lounge chair. She was mounting her out in the open and Lena belatedly realized that her own heat must have sent Kara straight into a rut.
Lena had never experienced Kara in one before. They had always been so busy and weeks of absence had been normal, but to have it happen now felt like a hedonistic dream to Lena. Neither of them were thinking clearly, or the least bit reserved about what they wanted, and it was all too perfect and raw.
In a primal haze, Kara seemed more attuned to Lena’s omega needs and the masterful way Kara rocked into her dripping cunt also stimulated her clit.
“Mine,” Kara was growling from between clenched teeth, as if some part of her was still trying to hold back, but she was too deeply overwhelmed by the state of her body. “So - so good, Lena. Letting me breed you where anyone might see.”
Lena greedily sucked in the thick scent that was simply Kara and groaned. “Yes, breed me.” She cried desperately, out of her mind with mating instincts. “Fill my womb, Kara. Remind me how much you need me.”
Her lipstick smeared over the cushion and down her cheek. Lena reached between her own thighs to spread her silken lips so that Kara could see just how obscenely stretched her hole was around her thick cock.
“So ready to be filled,” Kara appraised in a husk, her cock feeling impossibly larger by the second as she reached under Lena to ardently rub at her swollen, neglected clit.
The sensation of Kara’s knot forming was a delicious torment that had Lena moaning wantonly but it was the sensual strumming of her clit that had her velvety inner walls clamping around Kara to pulse and spasm as the blinding pleasure of an orgasm flooded Lena. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered violently. It felt almost spiritual, as though she was flying and falling simultaneously.
Suddenly Kara’s hand was covering her mouth to quiet her groans, and when she opened her eyes, she realized she was flying. Kara had them suspended at least ten feet off the ground, hovering in place as she continued to push into Lena while the intern called out for her far below them.
“Shhh…” Kara whispered, and sank her cock as deep as she could get it one last time before she throbbed inside of Lena. The first spurt of Kara’s seed emptied inside Lena’s eager cunt and Lena squirmed, her rippling muscles attempting to milk the rest out of her as she moaned into Kara’s palm.
“Miss Luthor?” The shy intern called out and pushed open the door to the balcony. “I’ve been told by Miss Rojas that she has to unfortunately cancel today’s meeting.”
The intern faltered when he realized nobody was there. He noticed the smear of lipstick on the lounge and frowned before he walked off with a shrug.
The peril of dangling above a building from Kara’s arms was nothing compared to the experience of recognizing the risk she had entered into with Kara. Between the alpha rut and her brutal heat, her mental clarity came and went. She was susceptible in a way she never had been during any prior heats.
As Kara lowered them both back to the ground, she pulled Lena in closer and the aggression of before was gone.
Kara’s romantic of way of holding her made Lena emotional. It inspired the same pining that she always felt whenever she saw after they were apart for weeks. The same feather-light tingles in her hands and wild thump of her heart. It also allowed her to console herself with a sweet lie. To stare at Kara, and see no one else, not a superhuman, or the liar who had finally broken her — but only her Kara, the person who once singlehandedly restored her faith in humanity.
Kara nuzzled lovingly into the crook of Lena’s neck and peppered the skin with kisses as their breathing returned to normal. They were both disheveled, sticky messes with the fresh glow of mating upon their cheeks, soft as silk and warm as sunlight.
“Better, right?” Kara asked, a hopeful twitch of her lips already pulling them into a smile.
Lena never got the chance to respond as Kara’s cellphone blared to life with an all too familiar ringtone.
“Alex.” Kara hissed and scrambled to reach her phone, which was tangled in her pants. The pants were precariously close to ripping at the seams—a hazard of what they had done mid-flight.
Kara answered the call after a moment of fumbling and shrilly squeaked out, “Hi Alex, what’s up?” She was clearly overcompensating for being caught in the aftermath of a very risky coupling.
Lena shushed her with a warning glare and Kara’s eyebrows furrowed apologetically as she listened to her sister.
“Uh huh, yeah,” Kara stated. “I — I can bring Lena with me. I’ll just — you know, swing by L-Corp on my way there—”
“I can’t believe you ever fooled me. You’re a terrible liar.” Lena whispered under her breath with a quirked, dark eyebrow of judgement. She fixed her blouse the best that she could and pulled her skirt down, despite the fact that her slick had ruined the fabric.
Kara sighed and hung up, then tried to tidy up her own appearance, even though she still had an obvious erection.
“Alex needs us to go to the DEO, like, right now,” Kara huffed out. “So it’s a good thing your meeting with Andrea is cancelled.”
“My meeting might be cancelled, but what are you going to do with that?” Lena widened her eyes to aim them down at Kara’s still firm cock, with the knot that hadn’t lodged inside of her.
Kara must have been dwelling on her anxieties, because she shook out her hands, and after a little while, all evidence of her excitement disappeared.
Their scents were still just as powerful, and Lena knew that Kara might easily find herself aroused again, but it seemed like going to the DEO was unavoidable.
No sooner had Kara readied herself for flight than Alex was already phoning back to ask when they would be arriving. The flight took under a minute and Lena only hoped that her hair looked more windswept than ruffled from sex when it was over.
Everyone that was milling around in the main room at the DEO reacted as if a bomb had hit the place when Kara touched down. The odors of their heat and rut spread fast throughout the facility. Alex came running from the lab and waved her hand to fan out some of the smell. Her dark eyes shot open in distress when she saw the guilt on Kara’s face.
“Kara – I told you to be careful!” Alex shrilly blurted and marched them both into her private office, where she locked the door behind them. “I need to talk to you both and I suggest you sit down for this.”
“Yeah, I’ll stand, thanks,” Lena drawled and crossed her arms while she watched Kara instantly sit. Rolling her eyes at the panic on Kara’s face, she went over to where a needle filled with a green Kryptonite injection was waiting for her. She was about to pick it up, but Alex gripped her by the elbow.
“Seriously Lena, you should sit.” Alex stressed and she lifted the injection to stash it in a drawer out of reach.
Kara cracked first, and her anxious expression was pitiful as she squirmed in her seat, restless from worry and from their potent scents. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I thought you brought us here to give Lena the shot?”
Alex seemed tense, with a hard expression on her face that was directed at Kara. Lena got the impression that she wanted to tear into her sister with criticisms, and that never boded well.
“You can’t get it to work, can you?” Lena sighed in exasperation, ready to put on a lab coat and tweak the formula. She would have to force herself to focus, even if meant keeping Kara close by to relieve her heat symptoms when necessary.
“Oh, I got it to work. It works great.” Alex spat, but her ire wasn’t for Lena. It startled Lena that she received a compassionate frown instead.
Kara chewed at her lips, but words still poured from her mouth faster than water from a fountain. “Okay, so then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that you have super speed.” Alex hissed, her hand sweeping back her hair, which was one of the tells of her distress. “Apparently some of your little swimmers inherited it.”
“What?” Kara balked, wide eyed and confused by the whole situation. “Are you saying that—”
“The bloodwork confirmed it, and the worst part is that we can’t even compare this pregnancy to another similar case,” Alex huffed, gesturing towards the window with her hand as she referenced the other Kryptonian-human couple on the planet. “Clark and Lois didn’t have this experience. Their son still hasn’t developed powers. Granted he’s still just a baby, and there’s plenty of time for that—"
Lena’s face drained of color, which was the only outward sign that she might faint.
How could she already be pregnant? The basic laws of biology had no right to surprise her like this, not when she had devoted so much of her life to studying the human body and genetics.
Then again, Lena was dealing with a speck of alien DNA, and when she thought about it like that, she found it easy to condemn Kara for putting her in this situation. She wanted to lash out, to shout in Kara’s face that this was the last thing she needed because she could never forgive her, let alone share a child with her.
Lena settled for standing very still, until Alex pushed a chair under her legs and urged her to sit down.
She refused to spare a glance at either Alex or Kara, because all her attentions were focused inward. It was far too easy to picture a baby with soft skin, tiny hands and feet, and a blend of her own looks and Kara’s best features.
All of the things Lena said during sex looped in her mind. It had all been in the heat of the moment — the fevered ramblings of a mating-driven omega, but now that she knew there was no easy option, no morning after pill, or injectable contraceptive, Lena regretted every breathy moan and whimper.
Kara seemed to be in awe of the news, but the pheromones in the air revealed she was a proud alpha.
Lena launched herself out of her chair and flew at Alex.
“Let me see your test results,” Lena demanded and ignored how Kara’s soft eyes trailed her everywhere she went.
Alex produced her labs, pointing to the different presence of chemicals in Lena’s blood.
Even though conception had only just taken place, Alex estimated that the little bundle of Super cells had already settled into Lena’s womb, putting the whole gestational timeline over a week ahead of schedule.
Lena felt bitter tears burn at her eyes, not just because she was pregnant, but from all of the weeks she had held them back. She schooled her face before she cried in front of anyone and gave away her inner rage.
For a brief instant, she wondered how long she could go on lying to Kara. It had taken Kara so many years to tell the truth. Lena imagined a three year old child running around, and Kara still blissfully unaware of just how much Lena hated her inside.
“Lena…?”
The sound of Kara’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at the Kryptonian as she fussed over the lab results. There had to be some way forward, another birth control option they hadn’t even considered. It wasn’t too late to fix this, and then Lena could move along with her plans and tell Kara how she felt once and for all, right before she executed them.
“Lena, I — I know this must be a shock to you, but can you—” Kara was on her feet now, and she moved to be by her side. She radiated a muted happiness, the kind that was obvious to everyone, despite how much she tried to tone it down. “Can you say something to let me know how you’re feeling, please?”
“Kara, give her some time.” Alex warned gravely, and stepped in before her sister could try to push it. She guided Kara back to her seat and then came to stand warily at the desk to watch as Lena scrawled out frantic calculations.
“Talk to me,” Alex prompted under her breath, and held her hands up as Lena sent a glare her way. “I mean scientist to scientist. What are you trying to figure out? Maybe I could help.”
“I don’t understand why the Kryptonite failed to work,” Lena breathed out in dismay, although she could wager a guess that by the time she used the injection last night, it was already too late. Her own human DNA combined with Kara’s could have produced offspring with a Kryptonite immunity.
Lena flung her pen aside in frustration and the tendons in her neck strained as she found it impossible to breathe.
The whole fantasy of breeding with Kara was one thing, but the reality of finding out she was pregnant could have killed her.
“I need to get back to L-Corp so I can run my own set of tests,” Lena announced, as if this wasn’t a personal matter, but rather just another problem like any of the others she had solved for the DEO.
Kara took a step in her direction and Lena could have shrieked no at her, but instead she simply sidestepped the alpha.
She was still so weak to the pheromones in the air that if Kara went with her, Lena would spend the rest of the day and night begging to be knotted. Her human senses must have been more susceptible to Kara’s rut.
Unfortunately Kara still managed to touch her and Lena whimpered pathetically, despising how much she wanted that comfort.
Lena jerked away from Kara and stalked off before she could be tempted to give into it yet again, and before her omega libido did more to undermine her.
By the time she stormed out of the DEO, and grabbed an Uber back to her apartment, Lena had gone over a hundred different scenarios. Each one only racked up her worries, yet none disturbed her more than when she considered calling her mother.
Lena promptly turned her phone off before she was foolish enough to go through with it. She stared through the window at the traffic and sighed.
The distance from Kara and that intoxicating rut scent helped to clear her mind. The anger she felt clouded it all over again, but at least she could breathe, even if her heat caused the driver to speed through a red light in his haste to drop her off.
She was grateful to get inside her apartment, but before Lena could relax into the comfort of her surroundings, her eyes went straight to the balcony, and she snarled at the sight of Kara standing there behind the glass, with those ridiculous sad eyes that had no business twisting her up inside, as if this was harder on Kara somehow.
“Go away, Supergirl, I have things I need to do.” Lena muttered, and though her first instinct was to grab the bottle of Scotch on her table, she stopped before uncorking it and slumped slightly.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Kara yelled through the glass, her hand pressing against the cool surface as she followed Lena the best she could from outside.
Lena let Kara stay out there while she poured herself a glass of juice from her fridge. If she pretended, she could almost feel the scorch of the drink she truly wanted at the back of her throat.
Assuming all else didn’t manage to break her, going nine months without her one soothing bad habit would certainly do it.
“Can we please just talk about the baby?” Kara pleaded forlornly, and that was it. Lena didn’t even last a second more. She snapped and charged at the glass window like she might actually go through it.
“No, no, we can’t talk about anything,” Lena shrieked and her eyebrows scrunched in distress as tears welled up in her eyes. She shoved the door to the balcony open, letting Kara and her powerful alpha pheromones into the apartment.
“If you want to stay, then shut your mouth. I don't want to hear another word,” Lena warned in a hoarse whisper, her throat leaping as she held in a sob. “Don’t speak.”
“Lena,” Kara stuttered out, instantly ignoring Lena’s requests and reaching for both of her hands. “Something’s not right. I – I guess – maybe you said a lot of things you didn’t mean when we were – um. You know. Making the baby—”
Lena was livid over Kara’s continuous use of that word and she ripped her hand away. She jabbed Kara in the chest a few times, right over the Super symbol.
Maybe it was the fire in Lena’s eyes, or the pain in the way she clenched her teeth to breathe raggedly through them, but something in that moment flipped a switch inside Kara, because Lena could see the recognition on her face — the tragedy that shifted over the contours, and the way Kara could barely keep her head up.
“Oh.” Kara whispered out – a startled sound that shouldn’t have made Lena reel back from her. “You - you’re really mad at me...”
Kara might not understand the extent to which Lena hated her right then, or even why, but she was aware that she was hated all the same. The devastation that swept through Kara was something that Lena had wanted to see for so long. But she couldn’t handle that it was happening. Yes, she wanted to hurt Kara, but Lena hadn’t anticipated that it would inevitably hurt her in return.
“No, you don’t get to pretend you know how I feel right now.” Lena blurted, impulsive and reckless as salty tears blurred her vision. She stabbed at Kara’s sternum with her finger until Kara dared to back up, and then she grabbed for the front of her suit with both hands. “Don’t retreat from me either!” Lena stated shrilly, conflicted by her raging emotions and the way her body and heart still craved Kara.
“Then tell me what you need, how do I fix this?” Kara’s earnest tone was laced with hurt and Lena’s fists balled against her chest as if she might just swing at her. Kara grabbed for her hands before she could and implored brokenly, “I want to fix this. Please Lena, give me the chance.”
"Stop talking." Lena commanded, her eyes raking over Kara like sharp nails as she pulled her own shirt over her head to toss aside as if it offended her. "Take your clothes off," Lena spat as she circled around Kara, wild and unhinged. "You can either fuck me, or you can leave, but we're not having that conversation."
