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End Simulation - Chapter Two, Short Preview
🕑 Added 2019-11-10 13:29:34 +0000 UTC*Just a short note to say that based on poll responses, I'm writing this now, and it has reached 2,000 words. Should have more to share soon.
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It was deranged to entertain the notion that she might have fallen asleep and that all of this was an elaborate, heat-fueled nightmare, but for a good twenty seconds that’s all Lena could think about: how there might be the smallest possibility that she hadn’t just begged Supergirl to knot her over her desk. Even with the knowledge that she had, and the horror of now having to deal with the consequences, Lena could feel her body responding to the gentle touches Kara doled out. She was slicker than a water park, and Lena grit her teeth together to try and at least force herself to appear composed and unaffected while she was dying inside.
The adoration in Kara’s eyes made Lena want to gouge her own out, because it pained her to see it. This ridiculous Kryptonian, who had spent the entirety of their friendship and flirtations lying to her, had no right to look at Lena with such shining emotion. Especially when it was all Lena had wanted, up until she had found out Kara and Supergirl were one and the same. And now here Kara was, stuck inside Lena, looking at her with love and concern, and it was just too much.
Lena exhaled all of the air in her lungs until she was dizzy and heartsick. She pressed her hand against her forehead, blocking out the sight of Kara, who hovered over her like she was contemplating flying Lena off to the DEO at any second. For a few alarming seconds, Lena got a strong mental visual of herself wrapped up in Supergirl, bare-assed in flight over National City. That brought her right out of her brief silence, and then a complex plan developed in Lena’s heat-rattled mind.
If she could convince Kara that this regrettable tryst had everything to do with her heat, and not the overwhelming attraction between them, then there was a slim chance that she could salvage the faux friendship. Then Lena could double down on her efforts to save human and alien-kind alike.
“Follow my finger.” Kara whispered, waving her index finger in front of Lena’s face, “Is it blurry?” She asked, her voice full of worry.
“Kara I’m not concussed.” Lena grunted out. “I’m just—” A stupid, horny bitch. As her mind filled in the blanks, Lena tightened her lips and forced herself to smile.
It looked more like a grimace, and the longer she had to gaze at Kara’s face, the more she wanted to slap it.
“I’m just going to be honest,” Lena stated sharply, then remembered she had to contain the roiling emotions that were bubbling under the surface of her skin. “Kara, as you’re aware, I haven’t taken a mate in many heats, and because of that, this one has hit me like an eighteen wheeler. I believed if I dabbled with the virtual reality lenses that I could take the edge off. When you appeared on the balcony, I thought it was part of the program.”
