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jedifighterpilot2727 · 6 years ago

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So... how about some Taylington smut? Or sexy time- or however you want to write it!

Lol finally found the ask that inspired the #Taylington smut!! Hope this is what you wanted!

Lexi just wants to take Taylor out for nice dinner, but Taylor has other plans!

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The Paint Fight

It has not been a good day.

Lexi wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s been a bad day; but it was most certainly not on the spectrum of good.

Overwhelming, to say the least.

Long, certainly.

Mind-numbingly exhausting, perhaps.

Definitely not a day she would like to repeat anytime soon.

In fact, if she could erase the day from her memory and pretend like the day is just starting the moment she gets home, she would be more than fine with it.

Fortunately, there is light at the end of the tunnel - it’s Friday, and she’s on her way home. Plus she’s almost positive that she can convince Taylor to let her take them out to a nice, quiet dinner. Somewhere expensive and private, where she can spend some long overdue time with her girlfriend.

The new space travel project has been taking up every spare moment her time for the past few weeks; so between that and Taylor’s new gallery opening coming up next month, they’d been hard pressed to find time together. That was all going to change this weekend though, they’d both agreed to take a break from their prospective projects and spend some quality time together.

Needless to say, Lexi was looking forward to it.

So much so that by the time she parks her bike, rushes past the doorman and makes it through the short elevator ride to the top floor, she’s practically bouncing.

Quickly, she rotates her key in the lock - pausing half a second for the retinal scanner to do its work until she hears the click.

The moment she steps inside, all of the remaining tension leeches of her, and she feels her shoulders drop as a contented sigh flutters past her lips.

It always hits how odd it is for a place to just smell like home. When they’d first started dating, Taylor had always smelled like - well, Taylor - like an art supply store had been outside in the rain and left to sun dry. She’d always loved that smell; but she loved it even more now that it had somehow blended with Lexi’s scent to form something that was uniquely them. Where Lexi feels like she and everything she loves just … belong.

It sounds like home too, the pop-happy playlist that Taylor tends to listen to when she’s making ‘fun’ art drifting down the hall.

She gives herself just a moment to let it all sink in, a smile tugging at her lips for what feels like the first time since leaving that morning.

“Honey! I’m home!” she calls out - the same cheesy greeting that she’d given the first time she’d come home to find Taylor already there. Taylor had rolled her eyes, of course, and teased Lexi about it, but it had quickly become a sort of tradition. So much so that even Taylor had picked it up for when she was the last to come home.

“I’m back here!” Taylors voice sing-songs down the same trail as the music, and Lexi’s grin widens.

She doesn’t think coming home to Taylor will ever get old.

Still grinning, she turns to hang her messenger bag and coat on their designated hooks by the door, and toe off her ankle boots onto the mat. Unfortunately, she catches sight of herself in full length mirror that Taylor had insisted on putting up in the entry way.

She looks like …

Well, she looks like she’s spent the past 10 hours in a working laboratory.

Which is exactly what she’s done, but it isn’t exactly how she wants to greet her girlfriend.

“I’ll be there in just a minute!” she calls out, stalling for time.

Her braid is beyond repair; either from the safety hat at the lab, her bike helmet, or both - strands of dark brown hair are sticking out every which way, and it’s evident after a few attempts at fixing them that the effort is futile. Instead, she releases the tie holding it all together and runs her fingers through it before pulling it back up into a ponytail.

Her glasses are so smudged that the light is reflecting off of them and she can barely see her eyes. Frowning, she takes them off and digs out the corner of her undershirt to clean them off. After a few tries, she’s finally satisfied, and settles them back on her nose before tucking her shirt back in and straightening her suspenders.

The suspenders had been Taylor’s idea - one that had started out as a half joke and ended as an emphatic must-have after Lexi had tried them on. The thought of her girlfriend’s face in the dressing room that day is enough to make Lexi smirk, and on impulse, she undoes the second button on her white dress shirt, effectively ditching her polished work look for something slightly more roguish.

She takes one last look in the mirror to make sure the rest of her is presentable; from her tailored black pants to her quirky red socks.

Finally convinced that she fits the weekend dress code, she turns down the hall to find Taylor.

Their apartment is a cute little two-bedroom condo in the art district - fulfilling Taylor’s wish that it be within walking distance to the main strip of art galleries but also ‘not too extravagant, Lex, something small’; and also Lexi’s wish for something secure and quiet (and also her secret desire to make sure there’s enough room for Taylor to have a room for an art workshop).

It was difficult to convince Taylor that a two bedroom where both rooms had large windows over the river front was ‘not too extravagant’, but Lexi had cheated slightly by enlisting the help of Taylor’s dad - who also acted as their real estate agent.

Unsurprisingly, he was more than on board with helping Lexi give Taylor her dream apartment, and he gave the place an excellent pitch on their initial walkthrough. Between Lexi and Mike, Taylor was unable to resist the condo’s renovated but rustic charm, and within a week they were signing the papers and moving in.

Taylor refused to let Lexi buy the building outright, and Lena refused to let Lexi live anywhere that wasn’t vetted by her security; so in a show of bipartisanship, L-Corp Real Estate had bought the property. It still feels weird, writing out a check to her mother’s company every month (a small portion of which goes straight back into Lexi’s trust fund), but it makes Taylor happy, so she lives with it.

She would do a lot of things if they made Taylor happy, she realizes without surprise.

The thought warms her heart, and she smiles as she heads toward Taylor’s makeshift art studio.

She can hear the music loud and clear now, and her grin widens as she reaches for the door knob.

The sight on the other side of the door is enough to render her speechless - Taylor in worn out overalls and a sports bra, pants legs rolled up over her bare feet.

It’s enough to stop her in her tracks, but really, she should have expected it - Taylor has developed quite the penchant for wearing overalls lately, (admittedly, she usually pairs them with more clothes.)

What she doesn’t expect is a missile of yellow paint to hurtle into her her chest, leaving a mustard colored explosion across her torso.

Stunned, she looks up from the stain to find Taylor staring at her, open-mouthed.

“Oh my god.” Taylor breathes, looking back and forth between Lexi’s face and the stain. “I’m so sorry!”

“I mean … I don’t really mind, I just … what are you doing exactly?” she squints around the room to see a semi-circle of canvases spread around the room and Taylor holding a paintbrush covered in yellow paint.

“Oh! It’s an abstract study in random color patterns.”

“So you’re throwing paint across the room?”

“I mean … strategically.” Taylor concedes. “Wanna try?”

“Oh no, you know I’m not really artistic! I mean outside of coloring pages I guess.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re chicken.”

“Chicken? I’m not chicken, I just don’t want to ruin your masterpiece!”

“You’re not going to ruin it! Just come on, one little flip of the wrist.”

“I regret that I must cordially decline.”

Taylor narrows her eyes accusingly.

“Spoil sport.”

“I am not a spoil sport!” Lexi scoffs, stepping closer.

“Mmm, seems to me like you’re a spoil sport.”

“Oh really?” She moves even closer, effectively stepping into Taylor’s space.

“Yeah,” Taylor nods, a smirk teasing at the edge of her lips. “For sure.”

Lexi’s hands settle on Taylor’s hips, and pull her close.

“Would a spoil sport do this?” She dips her head to capture Taylor’s lips with her own, effectively silencing all trash talk and not stopping until she elicits a moan from the other woman.

Without breaking the kiss, she reaches for the paintbrush in Taylor’s hand, tossing it onto the drop cloth covering the floor.

Taylor responds immediately - arms wrapping around Lexi’s neck and tugging her closer.

It’s easy to get lost in the kiss, the feeling of Taylor’s lips pressing against her own and the heady swipe of tongue in her mouth.

She lets herself free fall for a few a long minutes before she regains control of her facilities enough to move again - reaching her fingers into the palette behind Taylor and gathering up a scoop of paint to smear it across Taylor’s cheek.

The result is like if a bucket of cold water splashed over them, with Taylor immediately jerking back to stare at her incredulously.

“Who’s a spoil sport now?” Lexi teases with a grin.

“I can’t believe you!”

“What?” Lexi shrugs. “You wanted me to paint! So I painted!”

“Yeah! I didn’t mean me!”

“Well, to be fair, you didn’t specify.”

“Didn’t specify?”

“No, you didn’t.”

Lexi’s laugh dies off when Taylor’s paint covered finger makes contact with her nose.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Ooh, payback’s a bitch.” Taylor teases.

“You splashed me first! I just retaliated! It was self defense!”

“You’re really going to use the self defense excuse?”

“Because it was!” Lexi protests.

“Oh really?” Taylor mocks before swiping across Lexi’s neck, some of the paint sticking to the collar of her shirt.

“Alright, okay; that’s taking it a little far, don’t you think?” She tries to capture Taylor’s hands to prevent further attacks, but her girlfriend dances away with a laugh.

“A little far? Don’t you think you should have thought of that before you attacked me?”

“Attacked you?” Lexi blinks comically before continuing to circle Taylor around the room. “I thought we established that I acted in self-defense.”

“It can’t classify as self-defense because technically I splattered you on accident.”

“Ohh, you’re saying all this was an accident?” Lexi gestures to the yellow smear across the front of her shirt.

“Mmhmm! Like I can’t say that this -“ She grabs another brush, dipping it in bright red paint before flicking it at Lexi. “- is an accident. But before, that was definitely an accident.”

Maybe it’s the kiss from before, or maybe it’s the way Taylor is looking at her now, but Lexi feels a heat rise in her belly, even as the paint soaks into her shirt.

“That’s true,” she says, stalking once again in Taylor’s direction. “You definitely can’t call what you just did an accident.”

Without warning, Taylor takes off to the opposite corner of the room, but Lexi reads her cues - easily able to intercept her - and she wraps her arms around Taylor’s, pinning them to her body and lifting the other woman off the ground.

“Lexington!” Taylor shrieks with laughter, her legs curling up as she gives into Lexi’s momentum to swing them around.

Only the sheet beneath them slips, and they tumble forward - a giggling mass of limbs and wet paint.

When they finally land, Lexi finds herself slotted between Taylor’s hips, and she gasps at the contact, but it’s swallowed up by Taylor’s mouth - hungry and searching.

Minutes, or hours pass - she can’t be a hundred percent sure - her only thought the next move of the kiss; like some sort of erotic chess game. Eventually, she braces herself before reaching up to undo the clasps on Taylor’s overalls.

Taylor sighs, a soft, contented sigh that stutters into Lexi’s mouth with hesitant release. Lexi can’t help but sink into the warm arms around her, cupping a hand around Taylor’s jaw and using the touch to draw them closer. She should feel bad for the paint she knows is getting in Taylor’s hair, but she’s too love drunk to stop, the intoxicating feel of Taylor’s lips against her own is too much to resist.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she feels Taylor’s ankle hook around the back of her knee, but she doesn’t give it much thought - not until their weight shifts and she finds herself tumbling over as Taylor flips them. She manages to catch herself from landing flat on her ass, the palms of her hand skidding in the paint - hands that she immediately brings to rest against Taylor’s hips as the other girl straddles her; bracing against Lexi’s chest.

“You know, this brings an all new meaning to the term ‘paint fight’” Lexi grins evilly, but falls silent when Taylor moves to unbutton her shirt.

“And you’re wearing entirely too many clothes.” she counters, and Lexi can’t argue, especially since the bib of Taylor’s overalls has fallen down, effectively leaving her in just a sports bra from the waist up

As soon as the last button is undone, Taylor growls frustratedly; fingers tugging at Lexi’s undershirt.

“This needs to come off.”

And again, Lexi can’t exactly argue, (nor does she want to), so she pushes herself up; letting Taylor tug the tank to over her head.

Of course, the moment they’re evenly dressed, she seeks out an edge - relying on quivering ab muscles to hold her in a crunch position as she reaches for Taylor’s sports bra.

As soon as it’s off, Lexi latches on; covering Taylor’s nipple with tongue and teeth; unwilling to let go even as they fall backwards. Taylor’s hands brace somewhere above Lexi’s head before moving to her shoulders, but Lexi cant’ bring herself to mind the slick of wet paint against her skin.

“Lex.” Taylor gasps, and she immediately pulls back, head thudding against the floor. “Too many clothes.”

The complaint sends Lexi into immediate action, as she flips them again and kisses her way down Taylor’s torso; following with her fingers and leaving multicolored paint flecks in her wake.

She meets resistance at Taylor’s waist, encumbered once again by the overalls, and swiftly she pulls both them and the underwear beneath over Taylor’s shapely legs.

“Fuck, Lexi.” Taylor breathes, fingers fisting in Lexi’s ponytail, and Lexi wants nothing more that to bury her fingers in wet heat, but one glance at her paint covered fingers nixes that option.

Instead, she uses her hand to spread apart Taylor’s folds before licking a long stripe up her center.

The sounds Taylor makes as Lexi makes contact with her clit should be illegal, and the hand in her hair tightens almost painfully.

“Fuck.” Taylor repeats, and Lexi takes it as both encouragement and a command, effectively burying her face in the warm heat of Taylor’s core. She’s been doing this long enough to know exactly what her girlfriend likes, and she doesn’t waste time, pressing her tongue in slow circular motions against Taylor’s clit before fucking her with her tongue in long, slow strokes.

Taylor’s feet lock behind her shoulders, and Lexi drops her hands, slipping underneath her girlfriend’s ass and offering soft squeezes as she brings her up to meet her mouth.

The curses and pleas falling from Taylor’s lips paired with the clenching of her hand in Lexi’s hair is enough to spur Lexi on, and she doubles down on her efforts.

It isn’t long before Taylor is squirming beneath her, and she can feel her girlfriend’s thighs clenching even more tightly around her head. Carefully, she slips one hand from Taylor’s ass to press a thumb against her clit as her tongue reaches far and deep.

The act is enough to send Taylor over the edge, and she barely has time to brace herself before the hand in her hair tightens almost unbearably and the thigh around her head clench down hard enough to render her immobile.

It takes a few long seconds of Taylor’s inner muscles fluttering around her tongue before the grip on her loosens and her girlfriend is rendered boneless.

“Fuck, Lex.” Taylor repeats, and Lexi can’t help but grin as she pulls back to regard her girlfriend.

“Good?” she questions with a knowing smile, and Taylor slaps her shoulder.

“Payback’s a bitch, you know.”

* - - - - - - - - -

“Sorry.” Taylor breathes some time later. “I know you were wanting to go out to dinner.”

“Pfft, dinner?” Lexi scoffs. “I already ate.”

The back of Taylor’s hand smacks against her shoulder, and she laughs.

“No, but seriously; we can order something. I’d much rather be here with you than out at some stuffy restaurant.”

“True,” Taylor concedes. “We can’t exactly stop to make out in the middle of a restaurant.”

“Exactly. See, staying home has its benefits.” Lexi punctuates the point by leaning down to cover Taylor’s mouth with her own.

A long moment later, and Taylor pulls away - the hand on Lexi’s chest firm but reassuring.

“Okay, but I am actually hungry though.”

Lexi can’t help but laugh at that; pulling away to reach for her phone.

“Does pizza sound okay?”

* - - - - - - -

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell buzzes in the other room.

“Pizza delivery?” it asks, and Lexi rushes naked to answer.

“Yeah, send it on up.” She instructs the doorman, searching around for something to cover herself up.

Taylor is one step ahead of her though, stepping into the kitchen wearing nothing but Lexi’s boxer briefs and white shirt - now splattered with paint.

“You’re going to answer the door like that?” she asks teasingly, and color rises on Taylor’s cheeks.

“Is that a problem?”

“I mean, no? You might give the pizza delivery person a heart attack though!”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Taylor informs her, and while the pizza delivery person may be okay, Lexi finds herself frankly incapacitated - unable to form complete sentences as she watches Taylor take their order from the person at the door. Even more so when Taylor turns to face her.

“See? No one had a heart attack!”

“Speak for yourself!” Lexi teases, reaching for one of salad boxes.

The look Taylor gives her is enough to send her spiraling into a vortex of want, and she groans.

“Woman! Please! At least let me carb load before you look at me like that! My body needs nutrients before round two!”

Taylor’s smirk is downright evil.

“Technically, it would be round three.” she corrects before waving the box of cinnamon sticks under Lexi’s nose. “Besides, we could always start with dessert if you think a sugar rush will get you kickstarted.”

“No.” Lexi says firmly, almost wavering at the pout that crosses Taylor’s face.

“No?”

“No. First I’m going to eat this salad.”

“And then?” Taylor smiles coyly.

“And then I’m going to eat a piece of pizza - maybe two - actually you know what? Make that a definite two, I’m starving.”

“What next?”

“Well, then we’re going to eat cinnamon sticks.” Lexi answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Taylor frowns.

“I mean, okay, I guess.”

Lexi feigns surprise.

“Oh sorry, did I forget the part where I lick icing off your fingers and then pin you against the wall and fuck you until you scream my name?”

“Is there any way I can convince you to skip steps one through three?“

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The art gallery is closed - everything from the sign on the door to the dim lights says so; but Lexi knocks anyway, almost startled when the door immediately opens.

“Hey!” Taylor’s face fills the doorway before it swings wide, Lexi letting herself be pulled into the space. “You made it!”

Lexi feels her brow crinkle.

“Of course! I said I would!”

“Yeah, but you were also talking about how slammed you were earlier - you didn’t even stop for lunch.” Taylor’s tone is accusing, and Lexi winces under her glare.

“No, but you’re way more important than lunch. Besides, now I’ll have a ginormous appetite when I take you out for your celebratory gallery opening dinner.”

“Technically it doesn’t open until tomorrow.” Taylor laughs, but Lexi just shrugs.

“So? I’ll take you out twice then! Besides, I’m sure that tomorrow we’ll end up going out with our parents - tonight can be more of a … private celebration.” she wiggles her eyebrows, and Taylor shoves at her shoulders playfully.

“Lex!”

“What? I have a thing for artists! I thought you knew that by now!” she laughs before trying to sneak a peak around the corner hiding them from the gallery. “While we’re on the topic, am I the muse for any of these pieces? Are there any dirty nudies of me anywhere that I should be prepared for?”

Taylor blushes prettily and Lexi’s eyebrows shoot to the ceiling.

“There are nudie portraits of me, aren’t there?” she demands, but Taylor shakes her head.

“There are no dirty pictures of you, I promise.”

Lexi narrows her eyes.

“Then why are you blushing like that?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Taylor teases before reaching for her hand. “Come on, if we want to make our reservations, we need to get started.”

“What makes you think I have reservations?” Lexi tries to look appalled, but cracks under Taylor’s knowing look. “Okay, fine, I have reservations, but they’re flexible, so we have plenty of time, don’t rush.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Taylor protests. “I don’t need reservations at a fancy restaurant.”

“I know you don’t, but if I can give them to you, then why shouldn’t I?”

Taylor doesn’t seem to have a response for that, instead staring at her for a long moment.

“I love you, you know that?” She asks finally, and Lexi grins.

“And I love you too.” Lexi agrees, bending down to press a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “Now show me all the pieces you’ve been working so hard on.”

* - - - - -

It’s the first time that Taylor has done an entire gallery for just paintings, and Lexi can’t lie; she’s pleasantly surprised.

She knew Taylor was good, but this, this is on a different level. There’s everything from acrylic to watercolor, and the inspiration varies from the landscape outside their bedroom window, to a coffee shop they once visited in Paris.

It’s all strikingly beautiful, and Lexi finds herself marveling at just how talented her girlfriend is.

“Wow.” She says for what feels like the fourteenth time, and Taylor frowns.

“That’s what you keep saying.”

“I’m sorry! You know I almost failed art history! I don’t know the correct terminology to tell you that I think 90% of your work belongs in a museum!” she shrugs. “But it does though! I mean look at this -“ she turns to point at the painting of the Parisian cafe. “Just looking at that takes me back to exactly how I felt that day! And I’m sure it makes other people feel that way too! - I mean hopefully it doesn’t make them feel like they want to make out with you under the Eiffel tower, but similar!”

Taylor’s frown shifts slowly into a grin, and before Lexi can brace herself, Taylor is using her grip on Lexi to pull her down for a quick kiss.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me what this next piece makes you feel like.”

They round the next corner, and Lexi is confronted with a giant canvas banner - at least ten feet wide, and no doubt as long - covered in a smattering of acrylic smears that seem to be dashed haphazardly across the sheet.

It’s stunning, to say the least - if not for its sheer size, then at least for it’s seemingly random color pattern - nothing making sense, but working together in a cohesive pattern; one that leaves her eyes flitting around for the next spark of color. There’s a larger concentration of paint towards the middle, but other than that it’s a diffuse canvas.

“Wow.” she breathes, and Taylor’s elbow connects with her side. “What?”

“I thought we agreed that you would try and be more descriptive.”

Lexi grins sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just - wow. I mean where did you have room to put this? Did you have to paint it here?”

She would swear she sees Taylor blush in the low light.

“Ah, no? I painted it at home.”

Lexi’s brow crinkles as she turns back to study the piece again.

She spots the faint outline of a handprint slightly off center, and finally, it clicks.

“Is that …?” She trails off, unsure exactly, of how to ask the necessary question.

Taylor hums beside her.

“Mmm-hmm”

Lexi turns to stare at her in incredulous disbelief.

“So you’re saying that you planned on us having paint sex so that you could hang our … product up in your art gallery?”

“Product?” Taylor scrunches her nose. “I prefer masterpiece.”

“Tay.”

“No, I didn’t plan on us having sex on the canvas. That was unexpected. I was just planning on hanging up whatever paint drips were on it. But, you have to admit, we added a certain … flair.”

“Flair?” Lexi deadpans. “I’ve been scrubbing paint off myself for two weeks!”

Taylor barks a laugh.

“Sorry!”

“I mean, don’t be sorry, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” Lexi concedes, draping an arm around Taylor’s shoulder and turning them so that they’re both facing the paining. “Besides, I have to admit, we look pretty good.”

“Pretty good?”

“I told you, I don’t know a lot about art critique.”

“You know, this place is deserted, I could give you a little tutorial session in the back room.” Taylor winks suggestively, but Lexi’s stomach picks that particular moment to growl.

“Sorry, no lunch.” Lexi winces self-consciously, but Taylor only laughs.

“Perfect, I can get you fully fed before I ravish you this time. Maybe we’ll even make it to the bed.” She winks, and Lexi whines, suddenly regretting her choice of a five course Italian meal for dinner.

And the next day? When everyone stops to ooh and ahh over the abstract canvas?

Well, Lexi hopes it’s dark enough that her blush doesn’t give her away.

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fernwehbookworm · 6 years ago

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Broken Hearts- Chapter 13

Smut Warning: after the page break.

I waited at the back of the really long line. It was already dark and the live music was streaming out onto the street from the bar. The bar was one of those places that didn't have a name, it was supposed to be the new hip spot, and I was dreading it.

It felt like a rock had settled in my stomach. I was catching a couple of glances from people as they saw I was alone. Shifting my weight from foot to foot I was fighting the urge to leave. I know that I wanted to be with Lena but I had never been with a woman. On top of that, this was Lena Luthor. A very important, very powerful women. Once it was out everyone would be talking about it, our relationship would be everywhere. I feel panic welling in the back of my throat. My heart pounds against my rib cage. Then there is a hand on mine and all that goes away.

"Kara? Are you okay? You look like you're about to be sick?" Lena looks so concerned. But all that I was feeling goes away when I look at her.

"I'm great, now that you're here."

"Good, but you don't have to wait back here. Come on." She pulls my hand and I trail behind her. She's wearing a black skirt with a black blazer and red blouse. I had seen the outfit before but this time they cause a new knot in my stomach. We make it to the front with grumbles following us the whole way up.

"What are you doing. Get to the back of the line." The large bouncer grumbles. Lena straightens her back and takes on a cold air about her. She just stares at the man. A chill goes up my spine seeing her like that. I clear my throat.

"Umm, this is Lena Luthor." I nod toward the women standing just in front of me. A look of recognition passes over the man's face.

"Of course Ms. Luthor. I am so sorry. Please, go on inside." The man bows his head and unclips the velvet rope. She grabs my hand and leads me in.

It's dark inside but that's because most of the lights have been dimmed for the live performance happening on the stage at the far end. Everything is sleek and modern. The black bar top is as clean as the tables. White couches counteract the darkness and allow places for groups to gather. White, standing, lighted tables are scattered through the bar, providing most the light. This bar evidently has very high standards, everyone is dressed so well.

"Lena," I whisper a little harshly. She turns around, confused.

"How expensive is this place?"

"I asked you out. So I pay. Stop worrying that pretty little head of yours. We also never talked when I could spend money on you so I am going to take advantage of that." She puts a finger to my lips before I can protest.

"Now. I know you're hungry so let's get some appetizers."

Once the loaded bar chips arrive, Lena orders a glass of some very expensive red wine for herself and turns to me to ask what I want.

"Oh, just water is fine," I say.

"No. Get her a Riesling." the bartender leaves and she turns to me.

"I told you I was paying. Now stop trying to get out of it."

"Lena. I can't get drunk on human alcohol. I metabolize it too fast." I drop my voice to a whisper, Luckily the music keeps us from being overheard.

"But you can still enjoy it. So, enjoy it." I smile and nod.

The bartender returns and we take the food and wine to a loveseat in a dark corner away from other people.

"So business first? Or pleasure?" Her eyes seem to darken and it makes me gulp.

"Business," I say as I pull my notebook from my purse. I pull the pencil from the tight bun of my hair.

We talk. It's mostly just getting what Lena went through in her own words since I went through it too. There is a casual touch on my arm, my leg touches hers.

I know I can't get drunk but something about Lena just clouds my judgment. The notebook is soon forgotten and Lena's cheeks are pink from her third glass of wine. She's telling me about all the work she had to catch up on and how she had to explain to the board about her disappearance.

"And now I'll have to go home to an empty house." she sits back, away from me, at the thought. I grab her hand with one of mine and use my other to lift her chin so she looks at me.

"Who says you are going home alone?" I say and her eyes sparkle with her smile.

"Is Kara Danvers trying to take advantage of a poor drunk woman in a bar?"

"First, you are far from poor, secondly if we go back to your place it would have to be consensual with all your security. Thirdly I am more than happy to tuck you in safe and sound if that is what you want." Lena leans in to whisper in my ear.

"I don't know if I can wait until we get back. And if we do, those sheets better be so tangled there is nothing left to tuck." A shiver runs down my spine.

"Okay. You call the car and I'll pay the tab." I move to stand but Lena grabs my hand and presses her black card into it.

"I told you, I asked you out. I pay." So I take her card up to pay while I hear her call Dave. I meet Lena at the darkened entryway. The bouncer's back is to us, blocking most of the door. She holds her hand out to me. I can see people with cameras camped across the street. They can't see us yet.

"Are you sure?" I ask. This was our last chance not to since someone must have told the press Lena was here. Luckily the bar has a pretty strict policy against letting them in.

"Yes Kara, I am sure. Are you?" Her hand still extended towards me but worry creeps into her features.

I take a deep breath and wordlessly twine my fingers in hers. We proceed to the entrance and the bouncer lets us out with a bow of his head. A shout goes up from across the way an I see flashes as the small crowd tries to cross the busy street. Dave is waiting with the door open and I slide in first with Lena close behind.

"Take us home Dave. Oh, and you may want to put the sound suppressor on." She tells the man as he closes his own door. He nods and rolls up the divider. The music in the front fades until even I can barely hear it.

"So what now?" I ask.

"Well we have done this sort of thing before so I think you know." she teases as a hand grazes my thigh.

"No, I mean about the pictures. What can I expect?" She looks at me a moment as if asking if I really want to do this now so I just give a slight nod.

"Well, it will be rumors first. Those pictures will be too dark and too blurry for any real news outlet. Then if we continue doing things out in public we will be followed more and more. Eventually, a major newsgroup will pick up the story and every detail of our lives will be examined." I stop her.

"Every detail?" Worried about my false history.

"Don't worry, your records are airtight. I tried looking into you before when you and Clark came to my office. I thought it so strange you two knew each other that..." she stops mid-thought and I know she's figured it out.

"Clark Kent is Superman." She just stares ahead. I nod sheepishly.

"I thought we had no more big secrets?" She looks at me a little dumbfounded still.

"It wasn't really my secret and I didn't think I could tell it. But since you are wonderfully smart it saved me from either betraying my cousin or maybe having to lie to you."

"That's it right? No more big secrets?"

"Nothing purposeful. I am an open book to you."

"Okay then. Where were we?" her hand continues its path up my thigh from where it paused earlier.

When we stop outside of Lena's building she has to hurriedly pull her skirt back down and I have to fix my hair. It was a really intense make-out session that would have been very embarrassing if it had taken just a few more minutes to drive and Dave found us in the middle of something else. I am still pulling my hair back when Dave opens Lena's door and holds out a hand to help her. I think I catch a knowing glint in his eye but his demeanor remains unchanged from his usual serious self.

Lena twines her fingers in mine and pulls me towards the door. Her doorman opens it for us and we step into the elevator. The keyhole is missing that used to be there and is replaced with an eye scanner.

"Wow, high-tech," I say.

"Well, I had to up the security since the break-in. By the way, it will work for you also, same for the emergency stair and the balcony doors." She scans her own eye and the elevator begins moving.

"Should I be worried that you somehow got my retinal scan?" I ask.

"Don't worry. I got them from your sister. She has access also for emergencies. Now can we stop talking about eyes." Lena turns back to me and grabs both my hands.

She has to look up at me even in her heels. Her lips are just a breath away and I nod. Then she lifts her weight further up to her toes and meets my lips. I back her up to the wall of the elevator. I can feel the floor pushing against my feet as we rise. With ease, I lift Lena from the ground and she wraps her legs around me. She must have turned the ring off before we left the car because she feels so fragile to me.

I can feel Lena's hands tangled in my hair. My hands slide from under her thighs to under her shirt. Lena's skin feels searing hot under my fingers. She parts from me to take a breath but I continue under her jaw, my teeth grazing the skin as I work towards the hollow of her neck. I grip her thighs again to move her higher up the wall. I can hear Lena's heart thudding in her chest. I pull away for just a moment.

"You should turn the ring on. I don't want to hurt you."

"Not yet." Lena pulls my lips back to hers.

The elevator dings open and I carry her through the apartment. It was nice having my powers for this. Everything was so sharp and I was so attuned to Lena's body. Every touch brought a new reaction. Making it to Lena's bedroom was easy. We both shed our outerwear on the way, shoes were kicked off. Lena pulled my hair out of its ponytail and removed my glasses, I hear them clatter to the floor. I can tell she wants to get my clothes off as much as I want to take her's off but she made the mistake of not turning on the ring.

I put her on the bed and can feel her tugging at my shirt but I pull her hands away and hold them both in one of mine. She makes a sound of protest but I ignore it. I lift her own shirt up over her head, only releasing her hands long enough to remove it. I try to remove her bra but become so frustrated that I break the catch in the back and both the straps so it just falls off her. Her breath quickens at my show of strength and I can feel the heat between her legs on my stomach.

Instead of trying to undo her skirt I just rip it off entirely. Lena's hands are still trapped in mine, pinned above her head. I rip her lacy panties off too and she lays completely exposed beneath me. Lena's cheeks are flushed with alcohol and anticipation. I force myself to slow down and be careful.

I meet her lips again, wrapping the fingers of both my hands in hers. Then I kiss down her neck and to her chest. I take one nipple into my mouth and feel it become hard. I carefully graze my teeth against the sensitive flesh and feel Lena's legs tighten around my waist. I move to the other nipple and do the same. This time I move my own hips so the fabric of my clothes moves against Lena's lower lips. Something between a gasp and a moan escapes her mouth and it encourages me further.

I continue peppering wet, open-mouthed, kisses down her smooth stomach. I have to relinquish her hands as I work lower. My fingers trace the same path as my mouth did, raising goosebumps in their wake. I kiss the inside of her thigh as my thumb trails into her slit. I gasp at the moisture I feel, her hips jerk slightly as my thumb moves over the little bundle of nerves. When I find her entrance, Lena lets out a small cry of a woman in need of release. I insert one finger slowly, painfully slow. I feel her clenching her muscles in search of release. Once my finger is in as far as it goes, I curl it slightly and begin just as slowly to pull it back out.

Her hips buck at my slow movements, so with very little effort, I pin them down. I look up and meet her dark eyes and continue my slow menstruation. I see her reach for the ring on her right hand. In the blink of an eye, I've reached up and removed the ring and slipped it on my own hand. Then her hips are pinned again.

"No Lena. You missed your chance. Now we are going to take things nice and slow" my curved finger hits a spot that causes a moan and I know I've found it.

I don't know why I was worried before, I was so attuned to Lena's body and her reactions to everything I was doing. The fingers of my free hand wander up, trailing lightly against her skin. I find a nipple and knead it under my palm.

"Kara..." She moans into my ear.

"Had enough?" I look into her green eyes.

She bites her lip and nods. I add another finger inside her and pick up the pace of my pumping. She gasps and I feel her fingers tighten into fists on my shirt. Her gasps turn to moans that grow louder and louder. I feel her walls contract around my fingers, I feel a slight pressure on my shoulder and I realize that she is biting it. Then she begins to relax and I slowly pull out of her. When her eyes open again I purposefully stare into them. I stick both fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. She kisses me gently and shuts her eyes again and settles against the pillows. I roll to one elbow to look at her

"Kara that was amazing, but I can already tell I am going to be sore tomorrow."

"Sorry, but I am not sorry right now. Everything was so sharp and clear about you, I couldn't give that up."

"You just liked being in control. I think you might have a Daddy kink you haven't told me about." Lena props herself up to face me.

"Daddy?" I ask, my eyebrows stitch together.

"Oh, you don't know." She bites her lip and looks down the length of me.

"Please, enlighten me," I say.

"Maybe another time, right now though I want to focus on what I want to do to you. Okay?"

"Okay." I smile and lean in and kiss her. I reach and turn the ring on. A soft red light fills the room. Lena pulls away and gives me a questioning look.

"I think we have pushed our luck far enough with my self-control." Lena clasps my hands in hers and rolls on top of me.

"Good because I like being able to actually leave marks on you, I mean, I just bit your shoulder hard enough to hurt my teeth and there isn't even a mark." I try to look sheepish but she just laughs and kisses me again.

It's slow and hungry. Her tongue makes it past my lips and explores my mouth. I feel her teeth pulling my lower lip. Lena sits back and pulls me up with her. She finds the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, then in almost the same movement she has unclasped my bra and removed it. Lena pushes me back down into the pillow to continue kissing me. I unbutton my own pants and shimmy a little to start removing them. Lena breaks away from my lips to help pull my pants the rest of the way off. Once free of the constraining fabric she kisses me again, the warm flesh of her chest presses against mine.

Lena moves to nibble at my ear, I kiss her neck until she moves back down my own, she sucks slightly at each kiss. At the nape of my neck, she sucks hard and I know it will leave a bruise. Then she continues her journey down and pulls my breast into her mouth. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of my nipple. I gasp for a breath and dig my nails into her back. Once finished with the one she moves to the other.

Lena trails open-mouthed kisses down my taut stomach. She stops just above where I need her most. My hands have tangled in her black hair, she looks up and licks her lips as she stares into my eyes. I bite my own lip as I stare back, silently begging her to continue. She obliges after a long second, dipping her head down. I feel her tongue at my entrance, her breath is hot, she runs it up through the moisture between my legs and finds the swollen nerves. My muscles tighten and my abs clench. Lena swirls her tongue around it and I hear her name escape my lips. My fingers tighten in her hair.

She replaces her tongue with her fingers and moves her mouth back down. Her tongue enters me and my hips jerk towards her. Over and over, her head begins to bob up and down, her fingers working in time with her tongue. I feel myself rising, climbing, and its better than flying.

"Fuck, Lena, fuck. Oh, Lena, I'm almost there." The words have the opposite reaction to the one I want. She slows down. Lena takes her tongue away and slides a finger in, then brings her head level with mine.

"Pay back's a bitch." She whispers before I can protest she kisses me again. I can taste myself on her lips.

Her hand moves just enough to keep me on the edge but not enough to let me fall over the cliff into release. I try to move my hips but it isn't enough to persuade her to move. Lena continues to kiss me deeply. I protest into her mouth but she ignores it. Several minutes pass and then she begins to move again, to my great relief. It's short because my muscles soon begin to contract and Lena holds my head to her chest as pleasure racks my body. When I relax again I turn my head and kiss her lazily on the mouth.

"I love you Lena Luthor." I settle into her arms as she wraps them around me.

"I love you too, Kara Danvers." I grin as she kisses the top of my head.

We lay there as the minutes tick by. Her warm body the most comforting thing in the world. It felt like home, better than my memories of Krypton. I feel safe and happy. I know it is a cliche, but cliches have to have truth to them. Lena Luthor is my new home.

Chapter 14

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #brokenhearts

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 6 years ago

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The Paint Fight

Soo . . . a bunch of people were asking for this, but if you don't like, don't read! #Taylington smut lies ahead! hence the rating change!! (also, it's more fluff than smut, but still, it's there!)

Lexi just wants to take Taylor out for nice dinner, but Taylor has other plans!

It has not been a good day.

Lexi wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s been a bad day; but it was most certainly not on the spectrum of good.

Overwhelming, to say the least.

Long, certainly.

Mind-numbingly exhausting, perhaps.

Definitely not a day she would like to repeat anytime soon.

In fact, if she could erase the day from her memory and pretend like the day is just starting the moment she gets home, she would be more than fine with it.

Needless to say, Lexi was looking forward to it.

So much so that by the time she parks her bike, rushes past the doorman and makes it through the short elevator ride to the top floor, she’s practically bouncing.

Quickly, she rotates her key in the lock - pausing half a second for the retinal scanner to do its work until she hears the click.

The moment she steps inside, all of the remaining tension leeches of her, and she feels her shoulders drop as a contented sigh flutters past her lips.

It sounds like home too, the pop-happy playlist that Taylor tends to listen to when she’s making ‘fun’ art drifting down the hall.

She gives herself just a moment to let it all sink in, a smile tugging at her lips for what feels like the first time since leaving that morning.

“I’m back here!” Taylors voice sing-songs down the same trail as the music, and Lexi’s grin widens.

She doesn’t think coming home to Taylor will ever get old.

She looks like . . .

Well, she looks like she’s spent the past 10 hours in a working laboratory.

Which is exactly what she’s done, but it isn’t exactly how she wants to greet her girlfriend.

“I’ll be there in just a minute!” she calls out, stalling for time.

She takes one last look in the mirror to make sure the rest of her is presentable; from her tailored black pants to her quirky red socks.

Finally convinced that she fits the weekend dress code, she turns down the hall to find Taylor.

Their apartment is a cute little two-bedroom condo in the art district - fulfilling Taylor’s wish that it be within walking distance to the main strip of art galleries but also ‘not too extravagant, Lex, something small’; and also Lexi’s wish for something secure and quiet (and also her secret desire to make sure there's enough room for Taylor to have a room for an art workshop).

She would do a lot of things if they made Taylor happy, she realizes without surprise.

The thought warms her heart, and she smiles as she heads toward Taylor’s makeshift art studio.

She can hear the music loud and clear now, and her grin widens as she reaches for the door knob.

The sight on the other side of the door is enough to render her speechless - Taylor in worn out overalls and a sports bra, pants legs rolled up over her bare feet.

What she doesn’t expect is a missile of yellow paint to hurtle into her her chest, leaving a mustard colored explosion across her torso.

Stunned, she looks up from the stain to find Taylor staring at her, open-mouthed.

“Oh my god.” Taylor breathes, looking back and forth between Lexi’s face and the stain. “I’m so sorry!”

“I mean . . . I don’t really mind, I just . . . what are you doing exactly?” she squints around the room to see a semi-circle of canvases spread around the room and Taylor holding a paintbrush covered in yellow paint.

“Oh! It’s an abstract study in random color patterns.”

“So you’re throwing paint across the room?”

“I mean . . . strategically.” Taylor concedes. “Wanna try?”

“Oh no, you know I’m not really artistic! I mean outside of coloring pages I guess.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re chicken.”

“Chicken? I’m not chicken, I just don’t want to ruin your masterpiece!”

“You’re not going to ruin it! Just come on, one little flip of the wrist.”

“I regret that I must cordially decline.”

Taylor narrows her eyes accusingly.

“Spoil sport.”

“I am not a spoil sport!” Lexi scoffs, stepping closer.

“Mmm, seems to me like you’re a spoil sport.”

“Oh really?” She moves even closer, effectively stepping into Taylor’s space.

“Yeah,” Taylor nods, a smirk teasing at the edge of her lips. “For sure.”

Lexi’s hands settle on Taylor’s hips, and pull her close.

“Would a spoil sport do this?” She dips her head to capture Taylor’s lips with her own, effectively silencing all trash talk and not stopping until she elicits a moan from the other woman.

Without breaking the kiss, she reaches for the paintbrush in Taylor’s hand, tossing it onto the drop cloth covering the floor.

Taylor responds immediately - arms wrapping around Lexi’s neck and tugging her closer.

It’s easy to get lost in the kiss, the feeling of Taylor’s lips pressing against her own and the heady swipe of tongue in her mouth.

The result is like if a bucket of cold water splashed over them, with Taylor immediately jerking back to stare at her incredulously.

“Who’s a spoil sport now?” Lexi teases with a grin.

“I can’t believe you!”

“What?” Lexi shrugs. “You wanted me to paint! So I painted!”

“Yeah! I didn’t mean me!”

“Well, to be fair, you didn’t specify.”

“Didn’t specify?”

“No, you didn't.”

Lexi's laugh dies off when Taylor’s paint covered finger makes contact with her nose.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Ooh, payback’s a bitch.” Taylor teases.

“You splashed me first! I just retaliated! It was self defense!”

“You’re really going to use the self defense excuse?”

“Because it was!” Lexi protests.

“Oh really?” Taylor mocks before swiping across Lexi’s neck, some of the paint sticking to the collar of her shirt.

“Alright, okay; that’s taking it a little far, don’t you think?” She tries to capture Taylor’s hands to prevent further attacks, but her girlfriend dances away with a laugh.

“A little far? Don’t you think you should have thought of that before you attacked me?”

“Attacked you?” Lexi blinks comically before continuing to circle Taylor around the room. “I thought we established that I acted in self-defense.”

“It can’t classify as self-defense because technically I splattered you on accident.”

“Ohh, you’re saying all this was an accident?” Lexi gestures to the yellow smear across the front of her shirt.

“Mmhmm! Like I can't say that this -“ She grabs another brush, dipping it in bright red paint before flicking it at Lexi. “- is an accident. But before, that was definitely an accident.”

Maybe it’s the kiss from before, or maybe it’s the way Taylor is looking at her now, but Lexi feels a heat rise in her belly, even as the paint soaks into her shirt.

“That’s true,” she says, stalking once again in Taylor’s direction. “You definitely can’t call what you just did an accident.”

“Lexington!” Taylor shrieks with laughter, her legs curling up as she gives into Lexi’s momentum to swing them around.

Only the sheet beneath them slips, and they tumble forward - a giggling mass of limbs and wet paint.

When they finally land, Lexi finds herself slotted between Taylor’s hips, and she gasps at the contact, but it’s swallowed up by Taylor’s mouth - hungry and searching.

“You know, this brings an all new meaning to the term ‘paint fight’” Lexi grins evilly, but falls silent when Taylor moves to unbutton her shirt.

As soon as the last button is undone, Taylor growls frustratedly; fingers tugging at Lexi’s undershirt.

“This needs to come off.”

And again, Lexi can’t exactly argue, (nor does she want to), so she pushes herself up; letting Taylor tug the tank to over her head.

Of course, the moment they’re evenly dressed, she seeks out an edge - relying on quivering ab muscles to hold her in a crunch position as she reaches for Taylor’s sports bra.

As soon as it’s off, Lexi latches on; covering Taylor’s nipple with tongue and teeth; unwilling to let go even as they fall backwards. Taylor’s hands brace somewhere above Lexi's head before moving to her shoulders, but Lexi cant’ bring herself to mind the slick of wet paint against her skin.