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Kara Danvers vs Diva Cup

Summary:

“Uh, a um,” she rolls her head back as far as it can go and takes a deep breath before once again meeting Lena’s gaze. “It’s a diva cup, my diva cup, well, part of my diva cup. The rest of it is still,” she flaps her empty hand around the vicinity of her lower stomach and Lena follows the movement with her eyes, “inside me.” She whispers the last part out through gritted teeth.

 

or

 

Kara is just trying to be more environmentally conscious. It backfires in a spectacular fashion. Lena is a really super good friend.

Notes:

This is essentially 10 thousand words of lead-up.

Chapter Text

She could’ve sworn she had only rested her eyes for a few moments but the darkness that meets her as she blinks herself awake says otherwise. It takes a few moments for Lena to gather her bearings, lifting herself slightly into an upright position against the back of her couch and looking around at her living room, dimly lit by the lights of National City seeping through the windows. 

 

The stack of papers she had been making her way through when she’d felt the need to rest her eyes, just for a moment, now lay across the seat of the couch, the pages no doubt out of order. Groaning, she stands and rights her glasses on her face before reaching to rearrange the papers, her final tap of them against the glass of her coffee table is echoed by a knock on her apartment door. It’s not late but it’s also late enough that she knows the knock could have only come from one person, Kara.

 

Lena often wonders whether she should feel ashamed for the way any grogginess or grey emotion she feels is instantly replaced with an extra hard thump of her heart and thrill up her spine at the prospect of seeing her best friend but every time her thoughts head in that direction the other little voice in her head sings a light song of ‘Kara time’ loud enough to drown out anything else.

 

Quickly placing the document back into her briefcase, Lena heads down the hall toward the entryway and pulls the front door open to the sight of her best friend in her cardigan and tight jeans looking all types of disheveled. 

 

She had opened it just before Kara could knock again, and she can feel the air shift as her raised fist drops down as the wood swings away from her. 

 

“Kara darling we didn’t have plans did we?” she asks. 

 

Kara lightly laughs and shakes her head in the negative, bouncing up onto her toes and twisting her hands together. 

 

“No no we didn’t, I uh, just need a little help with something.” Her face holds its smile but her cheeks redden a little. She had obviously flown to Lena’s, her hair in light disarray and her cardigan collar folded back over her shoulder. 

 

Lena smiles at the woman. She loves it when she can help Kara. Usually outside of work hours her help comes in the form of offering synonyms or professional grammar when the reporter’s mind has all but turned to goo after a big day chasing bad guys. 

 

“Of course of course, come in.” She stands aside to allow her friend to enter. 

 

Kara smiles and ducks her head slightly as she steps through the threshold. Both women stop at the edge of the kitchen where Kara’s eyes finally lift from her feet to look around the apartment and at Lena. 

 

“Oh I’m so sorry were you asleep? I can go if you want, I think I can sort this out by myself.” 

 

Lena removes her glasses and runs a hand through her loose hair before looking up to peer at the blonde questioningly. 

 

“I really don’t want to inconvenience you Lena, if you were going to bed or something I can totally leave.” She gestures around her at the dark space at Lena’s continued confused stare. 

 

“Oh darling no, I wasn’t heading to bed, it’s still a little early, even for an old hag like me.” She winks. 

 

Her apartment, dark where they stand, separated by a wall from the lights of the city, appeared as though Lena was settling in for the night. 

 

“I just lost track of time,” she steps past Kara to flick a light switch on in the kitchen. Dim lighting emerges from around the rangehood and kitchen islands baseboards and sets a warm glow across Kara’s nervous features. 

 

“I’m always happy to help you, what’s the issue?” 

 

Kara adjusts her weight from one foot to the other.

 

“I just, uh, you wanna go sit down?”

 

“Sure, c’mon.” Lena replies, taking a moment to study Kara before turning to head to the couch.

 

She leads them into the lounge, stopping to turn on a side table lamp and a larger standing one in the corner. Kara follows behind and waits for Lena to take a seat before she sits down, a cushion away from her, in the slightly rumpled spot Lena had just risen from. 

 

“It’s not a big deal really,” her hands raise to amplify the statement “and I can totally go if you’re like tired or whatever, I could probably ask Alex to help,” her eyebrows drag down a little at the idea and Lena hears her murmur “oh god that would be so humiliating” under her breath. 

 

“It’s so dumb, I’m so dumb, I was going to go to the tower but then I remembered I’m like banned right now, mandatory vacation leave or whatever so then I thought okay yeah I’ll just solar flare, they don’t need me anyway but Lena,” Lena likes the way Kara emphasises her name, “there’s nothing happening in National City at the moment, like no bad guys, no kittens up trees, no melting ice rinks,”  Kara is babbling at this point, her hand motions becoming more and more flailed as she goes so Lena reaches out and grabs them. 

 

Kara pauses as her hands are stilled. Lena tries to pull back her smile as much as possible, she tilts her head and raises an eyebrow at the blonde. “You’re rambling dear.” 

 

Kara pulls her hands away and brushes imaginary lint from her jeans. “Sorry, I just,” she lets out a heavy agitated sigh and then flops back against the couch, slumping down as far as she can before covering her face with her hands.

 

“I don’t mean for you to stop,” Lena says with a light laugh, “I was just concerned you weren’t breathing between words.” 

 

Kara removes her hands and smiles at her friend, “Alien remember, don’t really need to.” She looks smug about the fact and Lena finds it incredibly endearing. 

 

“I apologise then, as you were.” She gestures for Kara to continue. 

 

“Oh right yeah, anyway then I realised I probably shouldn’t blow out my powers because what if they need me for something and also I’m meant to be back in two days and I can’t always tell how long it’ll take for me to recharge,” she stops and takes a breath, Lena knows it’s more for her sake and not for Kara herself. “So I went back home and tried googling it but that was useless, everything just told me to relax or get someone to help me, like, you try relaxing when this is happening to you and there was no way I could get Alex to come over and help with this,” she loosely gestures along her body and Lena feels more lost than she did thirty seconds ago. 

 

“I’m pretty sure I tried all of the other suggestions, most of them were stupid variations of each other and didn’t work but finally I thought I had it! I think I celebrated too soon though because of course then it broke and I panicked more.” 

 

Lena is utterly confused. She didn’t want her powers? Was she in a fight with Alex? She had broken something? Kara had spitfired a behemoth of a monologue at her yet had managed to completely omit any context. 

 

“…eventually I ended up here and please say you can help Lena! I really really don’t know what else to do.” Kara had finally finished her rant and was now laying on a thick layer of puppy dog eyes at Lena. 

 

“Kara I’ll help with whatever you need I promise darling, but first you actually have to tell me what you need help with.” She says. 

 

Kara’s pout is instantly drawn back into her mouth and her eyes widen at Lena. She squishes herself back into the couch cushions and once again covers her face with her hands. 

 

“Myue difva gup iz stoch” she mumbles out into her palms. 

 

“Pardon?”

 

Kara tries again, still mumbling into her hands. 

 

Lena reaches over and attempts to pry the woman’s hands away from her face, only able to pull both ring and pinky fingers off to uncover Kara’s worried eyes.

 

“I can’t understand you darling, take your hands away and try again.”

 

Kara searches over her face for a moment without moving. Lena offers her a compassionate smile and encourages her with a light nod of her head. 

 

Kara groans into her hands before standing up and digging into the pocket of her jeans. Lena is presented with a light pink piece of silicone. The material is smooth on its surfaces and shaped like a shallow cup, the bottom side has a slight tag, not very long, and the top edges of the item are jagged as though the silicone has been ripped. 

 

Lena attempts to reach for it but Kara retracts her hand before she can grab it. 

 

“And what am I looking at Kara?” She asks. Kara has returned to not meeting her eyes and rocking on the balls of her feet. 

 

“Uh, a um,” she rolls her head back as far as it can go and takes a deep breath before once again meeting Lena’s gaze. “It’s a diva cup, my diva cup, well, part of my diva cup. The rest of it is still,” she flaps her empty hand around the vicinity of her lower stomach and Lena follows the movement with her eyes, “inside me.” The blonde whispers the last part out through gritted teeth. 

 

Lena’s eyes go wide. That was not what she was expecting this whole show to be about. 

 

She looks again at the small piece of silicone in Kara’s hand as she tries to compile all of the information given to her. 

 

“Your menstrual cup is stuck? Is that what you’re saying?” 

 

Kara huffs and puts the broken piece back into her pocket. “Yeah, so can I?”

 

Lena must have missed something she’d said while mulling over the situation. 

 

“Hm?” She stretches her eyebrows up in an attempt to widen her eyes and wake herself up from her stupor and glances back up at Kara’s face.  

 

“Can I use the red sun lamps at L-Corp? I reaaallly don’t want to explain to Alex why I need to come in during my time off.” She at least seems to have calmed from her nervous rambling. 

 

“We don’t have any at L-Corp.” Lena replies. 

 

At Kara’s furrowed expression Lena continues.

 

“I had all of the industrial strength ones sent to the DEO for training purposes.”

 

Kara drops herself back onto the couch after Lena’s explanation. 

 

“Oh Rao, I have to do this all over again with Alex?” Lena can’t help but chuckle at the way Kara’s younger sibling petulance peaks out in her pout. 

 

While Lena had indeed handed over all of L-Corps red sun lamps to the DEO a number of months ago she did have another one. Plugged in beside her bed. A physical result of wishful thinking and many nights of tinkering with their larger counterparts after maybe one too many glasses of whiskey. She isn’t sure how she would explain it to her friend. The lamp itself is innocent enough but its location in Lena’s bedroom, on her bedside cabinet is less so.

 

Kara stands back up from the couch muttering kryptonian under her breath, turned away from Lena. Eventually she straightens her back and clenches her fists at her sides before turning around to her friend.

 

“Okay yeah I can do this, I’m just gonna do it. Gonna go right up to her,” she swings one hand up as though pointing to an invisible Alex, “and tell her I need to use them. It’ll be fine, pffft, she probably won’t even ask why and then I can sort this out, go home, and forget today ever happened.” she begins towards Lena’s balcony doors and Lena knows she only has a few seconds to stop her before the blonde flies off into the night.

 

Screw her own embarrassment, Kara was feeling enough of her own and would most likely gloss over the whole ‘red sun lamp in Lenas bedroom’ thing in her excitement to deal with her issue. 

 

She releases her bottom lip she had been worrying between her teeth and speaks.

 

“Kara wait.” 

 

Apparently hellbent on doing this before chickening out Kara either doesn’t hear Lena or ignores her and continues towards the balcony doors. The sliding door has barely managed to move more than a few inches before Lena has caught up with her friend and is gripping onto her shoulder to stop her. 

 

“Kara, hold on.” She releases the blonde and lets her turn around.

 

“There aren’t any lamps at L-Corp but,” for a nanosecond doubt crosses her but she powers through, “I have one here.”

 

“You do?”

 

Lena’s ears heat up at the question but she continues.

 

“It’s small so may not be as powerful or effective, but yes I do and you can use it if you wish.”

 

Kara’s worry completely vanishes within seconds and she grabs at Lena’s arms to bring her into a hug.

 

“Oh my god Lee! have I told you how much I love you recently?” she jostles them from side to side, almost vibrating in her glee. 

 

Lena laughs, patting her friend on the back. “You have but it never hurts to hear again.”

 

“I love you I love you I love you!” The breath is pushed out of Lena’s lungs as Kara squeezes her tighter and Lena has to wriggle herself out, stepping back slightly and pulling her head down through Kara’s arms before completely disentangling and sucking in a breath.

 

Kara completely releases the last of her hold on Lena in realisation and starts rubbing soothing circles on her back as Lena continues to gasp for air.

 

“Rao I am so sorry Lena! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to I just got so excited.” 

 

Lena gestures her hands to tell her not to worry and sucks in a few more deep breaths. A short few seconds later she feels her blood pressure reduce and finally stands up straight.

 

“I’m fine darling really, I think I breathed in my own spit more than anything.” she explains with a breathy chuckle.

 

“Are you sure? Do you need water? tea? sit down sit down, I’ll go get you something.” She guides Lena back to the couch but the brunette grabs her hand before she can walk away.

 

“I don’t need anything, I’m truly fine Kara.” she smiles. 

 

Kara checks over her face for any sign of a lie, after finding nothing she sighs and untenses her shoulders.

 

“Maybe you should have all your lights as red sun lamps when I’m here, would mean that wouldn’t happen again.” Kara seems a little shy as she speaks and Lena understands that while it wasn’t a catastrophic example, one of Kara’s biggest fears of hurting her family with her powers had just almost come true.

 

“But then I wouldn’t get to be nicely squished by my alien best friend in her hugs now would I?” she pokes Kara in the ribs as she speaks.

 

“Nicely?”

 

“Your hugs are very nice Kara, I always welcome them.” Lena happily smiles back in response to Kara’s own reserved one.

 

“In that case,” she once again pulls Lena up into a hug. It’s a much lighter one than the last but as they settle into place against one another she momentarily tightens her hold and Lena can’t help but sigh at the feeling. Kara responds by burrowing her face into the crook of Lena’s neck where she speaks her next words into.

 

“You’re really the best, you know that?”

 

Lena giggles at Kara as she stresses her words with another squeeze.

 

“I’ve been told once or twice, yes. You’re the best too Kara, I hope you know that,” her fingers dig into Kara’s back as she speaks.

 

They pull a part after a few more moments, both smiling. It seems as though Kara has finally dispelled her nerves, her posture less rigid and her eyes easily meeting Lena’s as they stand in silence. 

 

She had obviously had a bit of a rough day panicking over the stuck diva cup. Lena wants to laugh at the thought of Kara trying to fix the problem, probably stress eating a tub of ice cream, deliberating over whether to embarrass herself in front of Lena or Alex over the matter. Alex is a qualified doctor, and in Lena’s mind, the obvious choice in lending a helping hand. She’d probably have the right tools and experience but Lena can also understand the off-putting idea of explaining the situation to a sibling or allowing them to help with it.

 

Her thoughts begin to turn to confused questions as she considers them. Kara had said that involving Alex would be embarrassing but the way she had spoken had not implied she expected her sister to actually aid her. She had only mentioned Alex as the woman would have to allow her access to the DEO training rooms or medical bay while Kara was on ‘mandatory vacation’ and, for the time being, stripped of her access privileges. Kara didn’t need help, she just needed red sun lamps. Lena’s eyebrows draw into a confused frown.

 

“What?”

 

“Oh, I just realised I still don’t quite understand what’s going on,” Lena watches as Kara closes her eyes and grimaces, obviously expecting to explain everything again but Lena keeps talking before she gets the chance. “I know that this is your last resort, and I understand the predicament you’re in, but,” she pauses to see whether Kara knows where she’s going with this, she doesn’t seem to, “why exactly do you need the lamps to help with this?”

 

Kara adjusts her glasses to stall, looking down at her feet for a moment.

 

“uh well, I think it ripped because uh, I’m, uh, too strong…?,” Lena still doesn’t quite understand until Kara adds on, “down there.” with a purposeful glance down at the problem area and back to Lena.

 

“oh.”

 

Kara rubs at the back of her neck as Lena unfortunately catalogues that information in a well used manila folder she keeps in her head. It’s a thick file full of all things Kara Danvers, and has a bold stamp of ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ across it and an embellishment of a lip stick kiss in a shade Kara had once complimented Lena on. 

 

“Uh yeah so that’s why. I literally don’t have any other options that aren’t lethally embarrassing or out me as an alien.” She takes her hand from the back of her neck and pokes Lena in the clavicle. “Have I mentioned you’re the best?”

 

The poke focuses Lena and she rolls her eyes at Kara’s coy smile. “We may have recently exchanged that shared sentiment yes.” Kara beams at her in reply.

 

Lena brings her hands together and wrings them out to think “Right, here’s the plan: why don’t you go test out that red sun lamp and then come back in and we can watch a movie while eating the best potstickers in the city?”

 

The way Kara’s eyes light up at the mention of her favourite food should be eye-roll worthy but it always makes Lena smile.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Of course Kara, I skipped dinner it seems and I’m sure you can find some space to eat?” it’s of course a goading question, there’s never a doubt on whether Kara has space for any cultures version of dumplings.

 

“Uh duh, I always have room for potstickers, I am so in.”

 

“Wonderful,” Lena drops her hands “you go, I’ll order.”

 

“Awes Lee! thanks so much.” Kara turns and walks away, only getting a few steps past the couch before stopping.

 

“Uh where is it?”

 

Lena had for a sweet moment forgotten where her apprehension had arisen from and feels her heart rate rise as the situation rears its head. 

 

“Oh yes, follow me,” taking a deep steadying breath she walks past Kara in the direction of the hallway, “it’s just in my bedroom down here.” She hopes Kara is too focused on the near end to her turmoil to notice Lena’s state.

 

Luckily Kara doesn’t question and follows Lena down the hall. She didn’t need to show the way, Kara had been in her room countless times but she continues on, opens the door, flicks the light on, and steps into the room with her. Kara looks to her for further direction and then glances over to the out of place ceramic tiled lamp on her bedside cabinet. It doesn’t look anything like the industrial sized ones at the DEO; it’s designed to be nondescript, small dark blue tiles border a simple daisy made out of smaller tiles on its base, the bulb covered by a neutral linen lampshade. 

 

“It’s that one,” she points at it needlessly, “it’s a touch-base so just tap anywhere on the tiles and it’ll turn on. I have done the math but obviously no testing so I’m unsure how long it will take for it to affect you.” 

 

Kara walks over to it and peers down the hole in the top of the lampshade to look at the bulb before bending slightly to admire the design on the base. “Alex and I had touch lamps back home! They always seemed like magic to me, I blew so many bulbs turning mine on and off over and over again.” Both women laugh at the story as Kara touches the base and the room takes on a warm orangey glow.

 

“Oh wow.” Kara quietly says.

 

“Can you feel its effects?” Lena asks.

 

Kara contemplates for a moment, stretching her hands out and tilting her head to the window. “I don’t think so, I can still hear everything.”

 

Lena knows that due to the compact size of the lamp it had a reduced capacity level and its effects would be weaker but she hadn’t contemplated the possibility it wouldn’t work at all. 

 

“Well hopefully in a few minutes you’ll feel something.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

They both stand on their respective sides of the room in wait. Kara continues listening to the motions of the city below them, her eyes glossing over occasionally as she focusses on a particular sound for a period. Lena watches her, wondering whether the effects will show physically. She shuffles onto her left foot and Kara looks over to her at the movement.

 

“Why do you have this?” she asks.

 

Of course Kara would ask, Lena was ignorant to think she wouldn’t. Thinking quickly she replies.

 

“It’s supposed to be a birthday gift for you. I’ve just been testing the bulbs lifespan. It also does a pretty good job at mood lighting.” she reaches behind her back and turns off the main lights in the room, thankful that the dimness covers her growing blush. 

 

Technically she hadn’t told a complete lie. She had convinced herself while making the lamp that if she gifted it to her super-powered friend as a birthday gift it would alleviate any guilt that had sprouted from the origin of its desire-fuelled invention. This lamp was actually one of two, the other sitting neatly wrapped up on her home office desk waiting for her friends birthday to roll around. Kara didn’t need to know that part though. 

 

“It’s so pretty Lena,” Kara gushes “and a really nice gift, like a really really nice gift. I can’t believe you’d do this for me.”

 

“Of course I would Kara, you’re my best friend.” Lena feels the little devil on her shoulder roll his eyes at her answer. 

 

Kara keeps smiling at her but something catches her attention and she again tilts her head toward the window. 

 

“I can’t hear anything! It works!” she claps her hands together lightly a few times.

 

“I’m glad. If you’re up for it, at some point I’d like to test its effects on you? I don’t want to gift you something that barely does anything or completely strips you of all yellow sun radiation.” 

 

“Totally Lee, I mean I’m off for the next two days so we could try after I deal with… this.”

 

Lena smiles at her friend. Kara was not only a helper at heart but also a busy-body, someone who would offer to undergo scientific testing during her first time off in years just because she doesn’t know how to sit still. 

 

“How about you enjoy your vacation time without the threat of me prodding you with needles and we set a later date?” Lena offers.

 

“I can be free whenever then, let me know.” 

 

Lena tilts her head forward in a thank you and Kara removes her glasses. 

 

“Yep, totally deaf outside of this room.” Lena can’t help but laugh at how excited the blonde seems at the realisation. She watches as the superhero squints her eyes and looks around the room testing her x-ray vision. A slice of fear digs into Lena as Kara glances over her bedside cabinet, the possibility of having those items found is mortifying. 

 

“No x-ray either!”

 

“Wonderful dear, how about I let you get yourself sorted then and I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Internally she sighs in relief. 

 

“‘kay thanks Lena, be out in a minute.” Kara replies and Lena exits the room.

 

 


 

 

Twenty minutes later Kara still hasn’t reappeared and Lena is becoming more and more nervous. She doesn’t want to intrude on her friend during this awkward time but the possibility that the lamp is causing harmful side effects keeps swirling through Lena’s mind. 

 

Kara’s safety is much more important than a brief moment of awkwardness so Lena walks down the hall and knocks on the bedroom door. She hears a slight ruffle come from the room and then Kara, slightly more disheveled than the last time Lena had seen her, opens the door. 

 

“Hi.”

 

“Are you okay? are the sun lamps working okay?” Lena asks, looking Kara over and then at the lamp.

 

Kara groans and leans over to drop her head onto Lena’s shoulder.

 

“I can’t get it.” she whines dejectedly into the fabric of Lena’s shirt. 

 

“What do you mean?” Lena asks.

 

“Like, I get a grip but I still can’t get it to budge.” She steps back and runs a hand over the flyaway hairs on top of her head.

 

“Are the lamps not strong enough then? Or too strong?”

 

“No I think they’re perfect, I uh, can’t move your bed or anything.” Lena laughs at the image of Kara struggling to shift her king bed.

 

“So what’s happening then?” she asks.

 

“I dunno, I think I’m just too tense and it doesn’t help that half of the thing is already ripped off.” her shoulders shrug at the end and Lena puts her hand on one to pat it.

 

“Maybe a shower would work? Might get rid of some of your tension?”

 

“You think?” Kara asks.

 

“Couldn’t hurt to try. Clean towels are in there already, go ahead.” she points her head in the direction of the ensuite. 

 

“Okay yeah, I’ll give it a shot.” Lena pushes her in the direction of the bathroom lightly and then heads back to the lounge. 

 

 


 

 

Another 20 minutes go by. Lena hears the shower running and then turn off twice in that time but Kara still doesn’t exit her bedroom. She sighs, knowing she is most likely about to meet with a rather exasperated Kryptonian. Once again she makes her way to the bedroom door and knocks. 

 

“Uh one mo.” Kara calls through the door.

 

Finally the door opens and Kara appears, hair damp around the edges with her shirt back on but only a towel around her waist. 

 

“Anything?”

 

“No.” she sighs. “It’s like it’s stuck or something. I think I’m just going to have to leave it in. This will just be my new way of life, walking around with half a stupid diva cup stuck up me. That’s what I get for trying to be more environmentally conscious.” Pessimistic Kara was a scarce occurrence, Lena had only seen the woman like this after important missions had failed or Snapper had managed to dampen her writing confidence. 

 

“Oh we’re already breaking out the dramatics are we?” Lena smirks, “You’ll get it out, we just have to come up with another plan.”

 

“I’m outta plans Lee, I’ve been trying different things for six hours now. It’s not coming out.” she huffs.

 

“Well I haven’t been planning for six hours, maybe I’ll come up with something.”

 

“There isn’t anything I haven’t tried. Unless, do you have any small tongs? like the tiny ones you see at sushi places?” 

 

Lena’s face contorts in surprise at Kara’s suggestion, though the blonde follows through with a smile that shows she’s only joking and Lena laughs and hits her in the shoulder.

 

“I don’t have any tiny tongs I’m sorry darling.” She says through her smile.

 

“I’m all ears then Miss MIT Problem Solver.”

 

Lena thinks over the predicament for a while. Even under the red lamps Kara’s strength would be higher than an average female, her rigorous workouts and regular use of them would easily put her in the 99th percentile of strength and alongside the fact that the lamps only dampen her powers, not completely erase them, she most likely had an incredibly strong pelvic floor. Kara had mentioned that the silicone was ‘stuck’ though, not that she was still too strong. 

 

“Is it painful when you’re trying to remove it?” she asks.

 

“uhm, like a little?” Kara squeaks, “like there’s one angle that I have to avoid otherwise it’s fine.”

 

Lena continues to ponder. 

 

“And are you currently menstruating?”

 

Kara manages to flush further than she had been at any other point so far during the evening.

 

“no, I was like, practicing? the box said that you should.”

 

So she shouldn’t be tender any more than regular. Another question comes to Lena and she stutters over it in her brain before committing and asking.

 

“Could lubrication be the issue then?”

 

Kara groans and covers her face with her hands.

 

Lena,” she takes her hands away to shoot her with an embarrassed glare, “you can’t just ask people that.”

 

Lena refrains from rolling her eyes. “You’ve mentioned that it’s stuck and it slightly hurts when you shift it, possibly lubricating the cup may help it move easier and dislodge.” She keeps her voice friendly and neutral and tries as hard as she can not to think too much about Kara and Lubrication at the same time.

 

The blonde appears to mull the idea over a little. “Well have you got a gallon of lube somewhere around here then? Because this baby ain’t shifting without a lot of it.” Despite Kara’s near crassness she can’t hide her discomfort. Her face is still bright red and she’s picking at the edge of the bedroom door that she leans slightly against. 

 

“Do you have a gallon of lube just laying around at home Kara?” Lena toys. 

 

“har har Lena. Okay I’ll get dressed and fly out to get some.”

 

“Kara.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You don’t have your powers right now and we don’t know how long they’ll take to come back, it’s night out, no sun.” Lena explains.

 

Kara once again slumps spiritlessly.

 

“Baby oil? Vegetable oil? Butter? I’ll take butter right now Lee, I’m serious.”

 

Kara’s puppy dog eyes stare into her own but Lena only laughs at the suggestion.

 

“Kara darling, that’s an infection waiting to happen.”

 

“I knoooww,” she whines.

 

Lena doesn’t want to say what she does next but she knows she has to.

 

“It’s not a gallon but,” she looks over to her bedside cabinet and then back to Kara “top drawer.” She manages to catch the way Kara’s eyes widen in understanding before she pulls the door closed to escape the conversation. 

 

 


 

 

Their food delivery had arrived during their conversation so Lena takes the elevator down to the reception desk to pick it up and give Kara some time. 

 

She knows that in the months to follow they’ll laugh about this, maybe even share the story with their friends, but currently Lena can’t help but feel a small level of concern for her friend. There are of course alternatives. Alex is not a completely ruled out idea, she’s just been put to the bottom of the list for embarrassments sake. The agent would most likely know how to remedy the situation, and the DEO without a doubt would have any and every tool, drug and technology they would ever need to use. So Lena isn’t entirely unaware of the hilarity of the evening, she has no doubt it will all pan out and that thought eases her worries, more than anything it’s her empathy for her best friend that has her stomach wound tight. 

 

By the time she is placing their food on her kitchen bench another 10 minutes have elapsed yet Kara still isn’t out. Deciding the blonde may want to take a break if she has yet to be successful Lena finds herself once again knocking on the bedroom door.

 

Kara doesn’t answer the first knock so after a handful of seconds Lena knocks again. This time she hears the sound of her showers glass door rattle and she then recognises the sound of the shower running. Slowly, she opens the room door, giving Kara time to tell her to stop if she’s not in the bathroom like Lena suspects.

 

After no warning comes from inside the room Lena lets herself in and glances around. Kara’s shoes are on the floor beside the side of the bed the sleeps on when she stays over and her pants are in a ball on the bed. 

 

Lena walks over to the ensuite and knocks on the door.

 

“Kara darling? I’m just letting you know the food is here if you want to stop for a moment and eat?”

 

She can hear Kara huffing through the door and over the sounds of the shower.

 

“Thanks Lena, maybe food will help.” she finally replies.

 

“Nothing then?” Lena inquires.

 

“now it’s,” lena hears her grunt again, “now I can’t get a grip my fingers are too slippery. Are we still a no on the tongs? what about chopsticks? or tweezers?”

 

“I think we should refrain from using any kitchen utensils or otherwise until we’re truly out of options.”

 

“Leeenaaaa.” is whined through the door.

 

“Come darling, eat something while we think on it.”

 

“Fine.”

 

Lena smiles and walks away but is stopped by Kara’s voice.

 

“Hey Lee? You still there?”

 

“Yes darling.”

 

“Could you pass me my pants?” she sounds shy at her request.

 

Lena giggles.

 

“Do you want to put your jeans on or would you prefer some sweatpants?”

 

“Sweats please.”

 

“Okay give me a second.”

 

 


 

 

A few minutes later Kara finally emerges from Lena’s room. She has opted out from wearing her blouse and is instead in her cardigan which is buttoned as high as it can go with its V neck design, leaving the top her light blue sports bra sticking out above it. The sweatpants she has borrowed from Lena are technically actually her own sweatpants but Lena’s repeated use of them has slightly lightened the grey of them over time. 

 

She pads over to Lena on the couch wordlessly and plops herself down. While she pulls some of the couch throw blanket Lena is under over her own legs Lena leans over to the coffee table and grabs the blondes portion. Kara takes it from her with a quiet grateful smile. 

 

“Right Supergirl, what are we watching?”

 

Kara takes the offered remote from Lena and begins to scroll through their options. She settles on a concert movie of NSYNC and chances a mischievous smile at Lena before pressing play.

 

“Terrible choice but fine, if that’s what you want.”

 

Kara squirms on her spot with glee and leans her body towards Lena, getting herself comfortable to watch the film they’d both watched together many times before. 

 

“You’re the best Lee.” she says through a mouthful of potstickers. 

 

Lena pats her knee in joking exasperation. “I know I know.”

 

Usually when they watch this Kara sings along and dances in her spot, or if they’ve put it on as background noise as they cook Lena is gifted with a full in person performance from the excitable alien. Instead though, tonight Kara barely even hums along to her favourite songs.

 

Halfway through Kara stands to put Lena’s leftovers away in the fridge and Lena takes the chance to pause the film and follow her into the kitchen.

 

She can almost hear the way Kara’s thoughts are bouncing off the inside of her head. Her tense posture has returned, so has the crinkle between her eyebrows.

 

“Have you tried jumping jacks?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Lunges?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Squats?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“hmm.”

 

“I promise you Lena I’ve tried everything.”

 

“An orgasm?”

 

Kara chokes at the suggestion and whips around to stare Lena down.

 

Lena” she whisper yells.

 

“What?” she asks with a shoulder shrug. “The contracting may help dislodge it.”

 

Shifting awkwardly on her feet Kara replies quietly “tried it.”

 

Lena smiles, “Didn’t work at all?”

 

Kara rolls her eyes, more at herself than Lena, “Just couldn’t, ya know, get there.”

 

“Have you tried running?”

 

Kara loosens slightly at the steer away from that topic. “Yeah.”

 

Lena tries to think of other things. Goes over every outside the box and inside the box suggestion she can in her head but comes up with nothing new.

 

“We may have to call Alex then.”

 

Kara eyes go wide and she grabs at Lena’s upper arms.

 

“No no PLEASE Lena, I don’t want to call Alex.” she whines.

 

“I’m sorry darling I just don’t think there’s much else we can do.” she tries to placate. 

 

“There will be something. I have time, it’s not like this thing can poison me or anything so I’ll just keep going.” her words are rushed and high pitched, and her grip on Lena bares down.

 

“Alex won’t judge you darling, and she’ll have the right tools. She’s also a doctor and has probably seen things like this dozens of times before.”

 

“Lena please, Alex cannot be the one to help me with this. I’ll die of embarrassment.”

 

“Darling it will be fine, I’ll make sure she never mentions it again.”

 

Kara whines in defeat. “Why can’t you just help me then?”

 

“I uh -what?” Lena stumbles over her words, anything else she has to say vanishes from her mouth.

 

“You already know about it, we have a lamp here and you’re probably as smart as Alex when it comes to medical things, you’re always helping her in the medical bay.” Kara sounds resolute on this option, her gaze pierces into Lena’s in a silent plea and Lena can feel herself start to fold.

 

“Would you be comfortable with that?” she finally asks.

 

“Of course Lee, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

 

“You know I’d be,” she gestures low on Kara’s body.

 

“Getting all up in my business? Yeah Lee, I know.”

 

Lena’s eyebrows raise in surprise at the blonde. This was not at all how she had ever fantasised about getting this close to her. She’d pictured a heat of the moment kiss leading to hot steamy sex, she’d imagined finally confessing her feelings and being swept off her feet and carried to bed, she had even let herself fantasise about Kara confessing her own feelings first and then Lena absolutely ravaging her in response. But definitely not this. Not that this was anything more than a friend helping a friend during a medical event. But still. 

 

Finally she replies. “I, yeah, okay.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yes Kara, I am happy to help you.”

 

Kara squeals and, as she had done the last time Lena had offered her help tonight, pulls her into a hug. 

 

“The actual best Lena.” she says.

 

Kara breaks the hug eventually and lets Lena go. Neither move though, both evidently going over the idea in their heads. Kara speaks first.

 

“I guess we should just do this then?”

 

Lena nods. “Yes I suppose so, now?”

 

“I guess so?” apprehension is suddenly visible all over Kara’s body and Lena notices it instantly.

 

“Are you sure Kara? we don’t have to.” she says.

 

Kara just shakes her head and plasters on a smile. 

 

“I’m sure I promise, I trust you Lee.”

 

Lena watches her for a moment and then replies.

 

“Okay let’s do this.” she turns and heads for her bedroom, Kara trailing behind. 

 

 


 

 

They find themselves standing on either side of Lena’s bed in silence a few moments later. Lena only just now realising she isn’t sure how the mechanics of this will go. 

 

“Are your powers still dampened or do you need some time?” she asks eventually. 

 

Kara listens for a moment before scanning over Lena with her eyes.

 

“No x-ray vision or super hearing, I think I’m all good to go.”

 

“Okay you get comfortable I’m just going to wash my hands.” she says and walks to the bathroom.

 

She spends extra time scrubbing at her hands and cleaning under her nails, mostly to give Kara time to situate herself before she reenters the room. Drying her hands on the small towel by the sink she spots the bottle of lube with its lid flicked open on the shelf. She grabs it and then knocks on the bathroom door to signal she’s coming back out. 

 

“Come in.”

 

Slowly Lena opens the door and peers over to Kara who is laying on the bed. She walks in and puts the bottle in her hands down on the side table before looking back at her friend.

 

“Kara.”

 

“Uh yeah?”

 

“I need you to take your pants off if you want me to help you.”

 

The blonde flushes and quickly stands up from the bed.

 

“Oh duh yeah, pfft, I knew that.” Lena only just has enough time to spin away before Kara is stripping the grey sweatpants down her legs. She listens as the woman fossicks around behind her and waits for her cue to turn around. 

 

“Uh yeah I’m good.”

 

Lena’s first sight is on Kara’s sock-less feet. She’d been wearing socks when they entered the room and for some reason the fact that she’d taken them off for this felt like something to Lena. She stops her eyes from slowly drawing up Kara’s body and instead snaps them straight to her face.

 

“Still okay?”

 

“Yep.” Kara’s eyes are firmly planted on the ceiling. 

 

“Okay, I’m going to get on the bed now okay? I’ll have to kneel between your legs.” She explains her action for both Kara’s and her own sake.

 

“Yeah okay.” Kara replies. 

 

Lena kneels up onto the bed and shuffles as far up as Kara’s locked together knees allow. She taps one lightly.

 

“Kara darling, you’ll have to move your legs for this.”

 

Kara doesn’t reply with words, instead she lets out a high pitched affirmative hum and opens her legs for Lena to move forward. 

 

“Thank you.” Lena has not yet looked down to the area she will be working on, worried that once she does she will freeze or drool, neither are good options. 

 

She shuffles the last distance and finally looks down. Kara’s skin is as golden tanned here as she is everywhere else and Lena’s eyes can’t help but catch on a small, well maintained thatch of short blonde hairs. She looks back up to Kara’s face to check on her and swears she see’s Kara’s eyes quickly dart away from her face and back to the ceiling. 

 

“I’m going to apply some lubricant to the area now okay?” she controls her voice to as close to professional as she can.

 

“Uhuh.” Kara replies with a slight nod. 

 

Lena reaches over and picks up the small blue bottle from the side table. Flicking the cap back open she then squeezes a small dollop onto her left index finger and drops the bottle onto the bed beside her. 

 

She collects herself with a deep breath and then lightly places her right hand on the middle of Kara’s inner thigh as a silent warning. The leg slightly shifts under her and slides open a further few inches. 

 

Kara is a pretty pink. Light and bright and so incredibly her. Lena can’t see her clit at this angle as it’s tucked away but she know’s it’d be just as sweet. Her breath catches as she realises her thoughts, and a quiet tremor of doubt regarding the smartness of the whole situation travels over her but she pushes through and continues. 

 

She leans forward slowly, allowing Kara the time to stop her if she wishes but the blonde makes no move to. With a quick reassuring squeeze to Kara’s thigh she finally makes contact. She brushes against her gently, making sure to touch nowhere but around the edge of Kara’s opening. She sweeps along the bottom curve first before moving to the top and then down each side. Kara stays silent the whole time but Lena can feel the tension in her thigh. She pulls her hand away after she’s applied enough to be satisfactory. 

 

“Kara?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Are you still okay?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Okay.”

 

She picks up the bottle of lubricant again and applies it to the whole length of her forefinger. 

 

“I’m going to feel for it now okay? But I need you to try to relax as much as you can.”

 

Kara laughs lightly at that and finally finds more than one word.

 

“I’ll try but it’s kinda hard knowing you’re about to, ya know.”

 

Lena chuckles too.

 

“I know, but it might hurt if you’re too tense. Take a few breaths for me.”

 

Kara does as she says and Lena watches her chest push in and out at each breath. 

 

Again she squeezes Kara’s thigh before she brings her index finger back to Kara, lightly resting just outside of her. Slowly she pushes forward, stopping at her second knuckle as Kara sucks in a tight breath. She waits for her to release it before moving forward again. Just as she reaches her third knuckle she feels the brush of rough edged silicone against the tip of her finger.

 

“I can feel it.” She says quietly, glancing up to Kara.

 

She expects the blonde to still be staring straight up but instead she meets her eyes. Kara’s jaw is tense but she looks trustingly back at Lena.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yes, it’s just,” she shifts her finger around, feeling along the jagged ridge, “really wedged.”

 

Kara laughs, “yeah it is, it’s okay if you can’t ge-“ she cuts herself off with a sharp inhale. Lena had found a spot that seemed less adhered to Kara and had attempted to pull it away from her further, in the process bending her finger slightly and pressing her knuckle against the front of the tight cavity. 

 

Lena freezes and again looks to Kara’s face just in time to watch her release her breath and cheeks to tinge a deeper pink. 

 

“I’m so sorry did that hurt you?” Lena asks worriedly.

 

“Uh no, nope. I’m all good.” she replies. 

 

She tracks over Kara’s face, checks for her crinkle or any fear but finds nothing more than slightly widened shifting eyes. 

 

“Okay, I’m going to keep going then alright?”

 

“Yep.”

 

She returns her attention to the feeling at the tip of her finger. Slowly adjusting her wrist she again traces the circumference of the cup, searching for something she can grip with her nail or pull against. The lip of the cup is most likely up against Kara’s cervix and Lena doesn’t want to hurt the woman but she does need to feel more of the cup to orient herself.

 

“I’m going to up a little higher.” She says. She doesn’t look up to her friend, her gaze stuck on the duvet of the bed just past the woman’s right hip. Kara doesn’t reply but also doesn’t stop her so Lena continues.

 

Slowly she moves higher, trying to ignore the way the rest of her hand presses against Kara’s warm flesh as she presses deeper against her. 

 

“You have a high cervix.”

 

Kara’s left hand lightly smacks against Lena’s arm.

 

Lena.” it’s a light and giggly scolding and Lena laughs back.

 

“Sorry darling. I’d say it’s as high as mine even if that helps.” 

 

Kara hides her face behind her hands again and groans. 

 

“I’ll have to check it out sometime.”

 

Lena quirks her eyebrow and smirks at her friend. Kara’s hands instantly drop from her face as her own words register.

 

“oh my gosh Lee, I don’t - I didn’t mean - oh rao.”

 

Lena chuckles at Kara’s embarrassment and rolls her eyes to assuage her panic.

 

“What did you mean then Kara?” she can’t help but taunt the woman, thankful for something to keep their minds off what’s happening below Kara’s waist.

 

“I don’t know Lee,” she groans, “I’m very flustered right now.”

 

“Why’s that?”

 

Kara glares at her and then gestures toward where Lena’s left hand is.

 

“Because you’re, ya know…” she says.

 

“Inside you?” Lena can’t control the way her finger lightly presses harder against the silicone that she had been slowly probing around throughout their conversation. 

 

“Oh my gosh Lena!”

 

Despite the flush of pink that has travelled from Kara’s cheeks down her neck onto her chest she seems much more comfortable with the situation after the light teasing. She has settled her upper body more comfortably against Lena’s pillows instead of her previous tense plank-like position and her arms lay loosely at her sides. 

 

“Sorry dear, couldn’t resist.” Lena laughs softly.

 

She can feel the way the top of the cup slightly curves in at the rim and carefully attempts to pull at the silicone there. The material bends slightly under her ministrations but she isn’t able to properly grip it. She moves back down and repositions her wrist so her forearm is facing the bed. Lightly, she pushes against the front curve of the material and tries to pull it down with the pressure still applied, hoping it’ll slide down with her finger and away from where Kara’s muscles grip it. It doesn’t work and her finger slides off the material onto the soft flesh below it. She tries again, moving her finger back up and pressing while pulling down, this time from a different angle. Again from another angle her finger falls away from the silicone. She tries over and over from every angle.

 

With a huff she stills her finger inside Kara and looks up to her friend. 

 

Kara is looking down at her with her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and eyes blown wide. The image sends tingles of heat all throughout Lena’s body and she struggles to dampen the shiver that threatens to break free. She is obviously misreading her friends expression, it’s her own stupid hormones and fantasies that are misconstruing her friends nerves as arousal so she takes a steadying breath before she speaks.

 

“I can’t quite get a good grip on it.” she says.

 

Kara releases her bottom lip and focuses on Lena’s face.

 

“Need some chopsticks?” she asks.

 

Lena swats at her thigh and rolls her eyes.

 

“Definitely not. But I may need to use another finger. Is that okay?” her own cheeks tinge red at the question. 

 

Kara’s eyes widen a little at the suggestion but she nods her head with permission.

 

“uh yeah okay.” 

 

Lena nods and slowly withdraws her finger, unable to stop herself from watching Kara’s face as she does. She see’s Kara’s eyes flick down to watch the movement and Lena feels her body warm up under the attention.

 

Her finger slips free and she quickly goes about applying lubricant to her middle finger in an attempt to ignore the way the air of the room feels cool against her finger, compared to the warmth it had just been experiencing. 

 

This time she can’t make herself not to watch her fingers as they slip inside the blonde. She justifies it as needing to see what she’s doing so she doesn’t hurt Kara but once the tips of them have slipped in there’s not really any need. She allows herself to watch until she’s up to her second knuckle before looking away and up to Kara. 

 

She finds Kara still watching the motion. Her lip is again drawn into her mouth and her eyes are darker than Lena has ever seen them. She attributes it to the dim lighting in the room, courtesy of the red lamp.

 

Finally her fingers reach the hilt and she stills, giving Kara a moment to adjust. She settles her gaze back onto the duvet as she waits. Kara lightly exhales out her nose not too long after and Lena takes that as her sign to continue. 

 

She resumes her previous technique, this time with one finger as much under the ridge as possible while the other presses and pulls. She makes her way around the circumference doing this, starting from the bottom curve, going up each side, and then finally attempting against the front. Her first pull against the silicone from this angle is a little harder than the previous ones, her frustration getting the better of her, and the movement has Kara’s hips lifting up off the bed slightly. 

 

Both women still, Lena’s gaze comes back into focus against the duvet under the realisation of Kara’s movement but she doesn’t dare look to her friend. A moment later Kara’s hips drop back to the bed, and out the periphery of Lena’s eye she sees her hand clench lightly at the bedding.

 

“Did I hurt you?”

 

“Uh nope.” it comes out high pitched and strained and Lena has to look at her friend to read her emotion. 

 

Kara is once again focused on the ceiling above her, her lips pressed in a fine line against her teeth.

 

“Are you sure?” Lena asks.

 

“Definitely.” Kara replies tightly.

 

Lena watches her for a moment, waiting for Kara to say anything else but she doesn’t. Out of instinct or perversion or fascination Lena looks back down to her hand for the first time in a few minutes. She can’t help but note that Kara’s spread her legs a little further while Lena has been working and now her clit is visible to Lena’s eye. She tries not to think too hard about it when she notices that Kara’s body is showing signs of arousal. 

 

Breathing out harshly through her nose she continues. She pushes and pulls, tries to swivel the silicone around to get some of the lubricant from her fingers under it. Finally it budges, just slightly and Lena tries again. Pushing at the material to make it twist again and pulling slightly against the front of it. She has to bend her fingers a little to really dig in but slowly the cup pulls away from Kara’s flesh.

 

Lena celebrates too soon, grinning up at Kara who looks back at her, she’s about to speak when the silicone slips from her fingers and suctions back against Kara’s muscle. The movement makes a muffled sound from within the woman and they both laugh shyly at one another.

 

“I almost had it!” 

 

“Yeah I felt it move.” Kara agrees. 

 

The reminder that Kara has actually been able to feel Lena’s movements this whole time shouldn’t be as jarring to Lena as it is but it makes her feel something deep within her stomach. 

 

Lena gives herself a moment to think.

 

“Kara? I need a little more space to work with here, could you maybe uh…” Lena pauses, unsure whether this would be some kind of line crossed.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Can you bend your knees?” Lena asks, cheeks pink. 

 

The proposed position would provide Lena with more space to work with inside Kara, change the pressure against her fingers, but it would also be much more revealing for the blonde. 

 

Kara’s eyebrows raise at the suggestion but slowly she bends her knees and plants her feet against the bed, dragging them up along the duvet as her thighs part further. 

 

Lena takes extra care toward not looking down, no matter how much she wishes to. 

 

“Uh, that good?” Kara asks awkwardly. 

 

“Perfect.” Lena replies.

 

Kara’s movements have slightly shifted Lena’s fingers inside her and she pulls them back a bit before pushing forward again to feel for the cup. She feels Kara tighten around her from the motion, it’s quick, light, barely a flutter but Lena catches herself about to let out a responding moan. She flushes, and tries to refocus on the duvet and the feeling of silicone against her. Unknowingly, her grip that has remained on Kara’s thigh throughout this whole ordeal holds tighter. Kara must notice as she brings her own hand down to cover Lena’s.

 

It gets her attention and she looks to the contact then up at Kara’s face. Her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted and her jaw is slightly raised. It hits Lena like a tsunami then, that Kara is potentially enjoying this as much as Lena is, as intensely as she tries not to. She wants to explore it but she knows she shoouldn't, can’t take advantage of Kara like this, so instead she tries her best to regain her composure and find a place on the silicone to tug again. 

 

She experiments with different angles and pressures, swivelling her hand as she goes. She has her hand tilted and fingers hooked against the left side of the silicone and when she tugs her pinky finger lightly brushes against Kara’s clit. The blondes responding breath is laced with a light moan and Lena feels liquid heat drop into her core.

 

She shifts her positioning, making sure not to touch Kara there again, and again tugs. Kara’s hips lift off the bed and then bare down softly against Lena’s hand. 

 

When she looks up at Kara she meets her gaze, it’s dark and nervous but so so alluring. Kara’s hand squeezes Lena’s. The moment hangs heavy and Lena weighs her options. Taking a deep breath she internally declares ‘fuck it.’ She trials a less friendly movement inside the blonde, pulling her fingers back, running the tips of them against her front wall, not a long enough distance to be completely out of bounds but enough to be more pleasurable than helpful.

 

Kara’s hips again tilt and she lets out a sigh, closing her eyes and rolling her head to the side against the pillow.

 

Lena swallows the forming lump in her throat. Her heartbeat has skyrocketed and pounds loudly in her ears as she repeats the motion. Kara’s hand over top of hers flexes. 

 

“Kara?”

 

“Mhm?” it’s airy and warm and Lena wants to swallow it with her mouth. 

 

“Do you wan- should we, revisit the uh,” she hopes Kara knows what she’s saying, doesn’t think she has the strength to actually say the word. 

 

“Hm?” her head lolls back to look at Lena.

 

“You said that you tried but couldn’t uhm, do you want-“ she’s cut off by Kara tightening around her fingers again.

 

“Yes yeah, okay sure.” she coughs a little as she tumbles over her agreement.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Mhm, contractions and stuff, you said it.” Lena can’t believe this might be happening. 

 

“You sure?” she has to check.

 

Lena.” It has to be the hottest way someone has ever said her name, especially as it’s coupled with Kara rolling her hips, taking Lena’s fingers deeper. 

 

“okay okay.” she whispers it more to herself than Kara and finally glances down to see her best friend spread open for her. 

 

She pulls her fingers back slowly and then pushes them back in at the same pace, watching as Kara parts around her. The silicone cup is in her way but she makes do, repeating the motion. Kara squirms beneath her.

 

She does it again and again until she’s built up a rhythm. Kara shifts on the bed, sliding down and in the process bringing her knees higher, spreading her legs open further. 

 

Lena can’t stop the moan this time. The visual, the feeling, is too much, and the way Kara echoes it back a moment later is enough for Lena to feel like she’ll explode. 

 

Her fingers twist inside the blonde, curling them she pushes against the hot muscle as she brings them back out to the first knuckle. 

 

Kara whines. Her spare hand goes to grip the pillow by her head and her hips grind down. 

 

Lena pushes back in harder than before and her palm collides with Kara’s clit.

 

fuck. 

 

Hearing her best friend swear like that, in that tone, has to happen again so Lena doubles her efforts. Her palm stays against Kara, grinding in circles as her fingers plunge in and out.

 

She knows she shouldn’t but she can’t stop herself from finding the inside of Kara’s knee with her lips. Her skin is hot and slightly salty with perspiration and is easily the best thing Lena has ever had her mouth on. She kisses it again, wetter this time and lets her tongue come out to drag along it for a moment.

 

Lena.” Kara moans. She’s louder now, less restrained and Lena nibbles at the skin of her lower inner thigh in response. 

 

The wet sounds coming from in between them are obscene and Lena looks down to watch their source. It’s the most hypnotic sight of her life, Kara has flushed a deeper pink and her arousal and the lube have begun to coat Lena’s hand and down tanned thighs. Kara’s hand has left the pillow by her head and is now pushing her cardigan up her stomach. It seems as though she can’t keep it still, stroking and petting at her own stomach as though she wants to reach higher but is holding back.

 

Lena moans at the sight and Kara again squeezes around her. The pressure brings Lena’s fingers back to the slightly forgotten silicone and she feels it slip as she presses against it.

 

“Are you close Kara?” she adds an extra level of breath to Kara’s name. She grinds her palm harder as she speaks.

 

“rao Lena, m’close.” Her hips begin to meet Lena thrust for thrust; back and forth and then down into the mattress every other stroke making Lena’s fingers press harder against her front wall. 

 

“fuck Lee, harder.” Lena follows the instruction, intensifying her strokes and grinding her palm harder in circles. She brings her mouth back to Kara’s leg and bites down. Kara responds with a whimpering moan so Lena bites again, an inch over from the last, and sucks the skin into her mouth. She releases it with a pop and soothes it with her tongue and then a light kiss.

 

“That’s it darling, you’re doing so well.”

 

Kara’s head twists back into the pillow and it muffles her heavy moan. Lena can’t keep her eyes off her. She can feel Kara’s body preparing for her orgasm, clenching against her fingers and hips beginning to lose rhythm. Her cheeks are pink and her skin is glistening with sweat. Her eyes are tightly pinched shut and her wet lips are parted, allowing her sweet little breathy moans to slip through with every pump of Lena’s hand. 

 

“Lena, I’m gonna-“ Lena does an extra strong drag against the little spot she’d noticed Kara reacted more intensely to and the blondes words are cut off in a shuddered moan.

 

“Lena, fuck.”

 

Finally Kara’s body goes rigid, her chest arches up off the bed and her face smooshes harder against the pillow. Her hips bare down as she releases another long heavy moan, it turns into a broken gasp as Lena hits the perfect spot inside her again.

 

Lena watches in awe at the way her friends writhes on the bed, little wisps of her hair have escaped her ponytail and stick to the sweat on her face. Around her fingers, Lena feels muscle spasm and clench against her, and Kara’s hips stutter and falter mid air, before finally breaking and dropping back to the bed.

 

Remembering the whole point in this exercise at the very last minute Lena feels for the most promising part of the silicone and tugs it between her two fingers, the extra lubrication and movement from Kara’s orgasm finally help the cup break free. She pulls it lower but doesn’t yet remove her fingers, the selfish part of her wanting to feel every last second of it. 

 

Eventually Kara’s body softens, her eyes open and she shifts her head to look at Lena with a shy smile. Lena returns it, not being able to stop the way it shifts into a smirk as she notices Kara’s hazy expression and uneven breathing.

 

“Okay?”

 

“Rao Lena, I - yes okay.” her voice is thick and breathy as it shifts into a light laugh.

 

Lena chuckles softly. She watches Kara slowly regain her bearings and feels her fingers hold onto her own hand.

 

“Did you get it?”

 

It reminds Lena of their task and she breaks away from her trailing thoughts.

 

“Oh yes, here,” she goes to wiggle her fingers out but Kara gasps and her hand flies down to grasp Lena’s wrist before she can. The muscles around Lena contract again and she stops her movement.

 

A few moments later Kara releases her and offers a shy breathy laugh.

 

“sorry, just, rao.”

 

Lena feels a sweeping of pride run through her at Kara’s giddy sigh. Finally she musters the mental strength to remove her fingers and the cup, feeling another fleeting tremor within her friend as she slips free.

 

She holds the problem item up in triumph with a coy smirk and raised eyebrow for Kara to see. 

 

Kara looks to the object but her gaze slips to Lena’s fingers where she registers their slick covered gleam and her face contorts in some sort of emotion Lena can’t identify. Kara doesn’t reply verbally but she does give Lena a thankful smile.

 

Lena’s heartbeat has begun to return to normal and her brain starts to fire on all cylinders again. She takes stock of their positioning and the way Kara hasn’t moved from her splayed arrangement. Seeing her friend is most likely still a few steps behind her in recovery she reaches behind herself blindly to grab for the throw blanket she keeps at the bottom of the bed. She draws it up and places it over Kara’s legs and hips and backs away off the mattress to give the woman some space. 

 

“Where are you going?” she asks, lightly pouting at Lena.

 

“I’ll go back out to the lounge so you can sort yourself out.” she replies. She’s being polite, conscientious, doing the right thing in the event of one friend fucking free a stuck diva cup in the other friend, but boy does it feel like the worst thing Lena has ever offered to do.

 

“Nuh-uh,” she pats the empty space beside her on the bed, “c’mere.”

 

Despite the pull to do just that, Lena pauses, this was decidedly beyond the bounds of normal, to lay in bed beside your pantsless friend as she comes down from an orgasm. An orgasm Lena had given her. Oh god Lena had just made her best friend, her crush, Kara, come. She flushes. 

 

Kara only stares her down, waiting for her to join the bed so Lena does. She walks around to the other side and slides on, maintaining a respectful distance from the blonde, carefully propped against the pillows and hands placed over her stomach. She feels her wet fingers touch the back of her right hand and her breath lightly catches. 

 

“mm much better.” Kara doesn’t have the same reservations about keeping any distance between them and shuffles up closer to Lena sluggishly. She reaches out and grabs Lena’s left hand, either not noticing its wetness or not caring, and pulls it over and behind her before finally snuggling into Lena’s side.

 

Lena surreptitiously wipes her hand on the edge of the duvet behind Kara’s back and then rests it against the blondes shoulder, chuckling.

 

“I should have known you’d be a cuddler after sex.”

 

Kara hums and lightly pokes at Lena’s side.

 

“Shuddup. You just saved me from a humiliating experience with Alex and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, we both deserve a cuddle.”

 

Heat drops to Lena’s core and she’s glad the red sun lamps mean her friend can’t easily hear the way her heart thumps wildly in her chest at the admission. She grips tighter at Kara’s shoulder and jostles her.

 

“One of the best huh?”

 

Kara slaps her stomach in admonishment and leaves her hand there.

 

“mhm.”

 

“Interesting.”