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“Sorry I'm late,” he said.
As he briskly removed his quilted jacket and shakes the rain from his hair, droplets fling onto the white tablecloth. A few lands in the half-empty breadbasket, the contents of which are no longer steaming as they had been when the waiter first brought it to the table.
“I’m Michael Matthews,” he said, extending his hand to her.
Kara scoffs, rolling her eyes at the gesture—a bit too proper for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to account for the weather in rush hour traffic. Not to mention that now he's interrupting wherever the night had been headed with the beautiful stranger at the bar, the one Kara has been eye-fucking the whole time she’s been waiting for him. If it weren’t for her sister meddling in her love life, or rather lack of, then she wouldn’t have to deal with this man right now, but then again, she also wouldn’t have had the pleasure of seeing the gorgeous brunette she can’t seem to get her eyes off of.
She shakes Michael’s outreached hand, anyway, hoping he doesn’t mistake the flush in her cheeks and cold sweat on her palms as a side effect of his presence.
“Kara Danvers,” she said, taut. For one horrific moment when he hesitates, she suspects he might bring her fingers to his lips, oblivious to her annoyance. Much to her relief, he releases his grip and narrows his eyes at the open bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket between them instead.
His brow arches. “Oh,” he said, frowning at the centrepiece, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive for a first date, I trust?”
It’s not just his words, but the screech of the chair and stench of cheap cologne that makes her wrinkle her nose. Sighing, she looks over and catches a glimpse of the pretty green-eyed woman at the bar again, who appears to be enjoying herself, giggling and brushing up against the man she entered with. He is sporting a classic tailored suit and slicked-back hair, smiling down at her fondly, as he drapes himself over her shoulder.
But she doesn’t miss the way the brunette’s attention keeps drifting away from his stubbly beard and shapely forearms and back to her table. Her gaze flickers between Kara and her intruder.
Kara stifles a laugh. She wasn’t much invested in being set up with her sister’s co-worker to begin with. But she does find it a little funny, now that he’s finally here, that he’s intruding on his own date.
Her admirer is clearly still interested, setting her sights now on Kara’s bare legs. Sucking in a breath, Kara steels herself before crossing her knees. Her fingers twitch, but she fights the instinct to stop her skirt from rising at the side where the slit reveals her thigh. She clenches her thighs as she leans forward, and offers up a lovely view of her breasts, not at all for Michael’s benefit.
It’d be a shame to let this outfit go to waste at any rate.
“You’re in the clear,” Kara said, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping from her tone. “It was a gift.”
His unkept brows disappear behind his fringe. “Someone you know?”
Not yet.
“Nope,” she replied, folding her arms, pointer finger tapping against her bicep.
He waits for her to elaborate.
Cocking her head to the side, she opts for playing dumb instead.
“Well, I guess we owe our mysterious onlooker a thank you,” he remarks after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
“My,” Kara corrects.
His lips press together in a tight line. “What?”
“You were nowhere to be found,” she reminds him. “So, she is my mysterious onlooker, no?”
His pupils dilate, jaw unclenching. “She?”
She stiffens and nods, loathing how much she can anticipate his next response.
“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”
“I wouldn’t say that” she counters, sighing at his baffled expression.
It’s 2021, Michael.
“I’m bisexual.”
It takes a few seconds for her words sink in and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, morphing into one of delight, as he glances around the restaurant, like a dog sniffing out his new favourite toy.
“Would you—”
“I need to use the ladies' room,” she snaps, cutting off what was sure to be another request for a threesome from a straight man.
It’s not that she has anything against them—threesomes, or straight men in general. But she certainly won’t be entertaining anything with this one anytime soon, alone or with a partner.
Michael’s mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish washed up on the shore. She might have thought he was mildly handsome under different circumstances.
Kara straightens her spine and walks tall away from their table. Her neck tingles as she passes the brunette woman, who is still nursing the same glass of whiskey, and her entourage. The sting of her green eyes tracking her trajectory prickles every inch of Kara’s exposed skin.
Kara hastens into the ladies room and blows out a deep breath once inside. She blinks at her reflection and rights her skirt and makes sure she’s alone before shamelessly adjusting her breasts. Her palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering her own.
She could leave if she wanted. Just scribble her number on a paper towel for her new crush and then sneak out the back. Then start a nice warm bath once back in her apartment, teasing herself with her favourite rabbit vibrator. Dragging out her orgasm until she comes, fantasizing about those dark straight hair tangled through her fingers and soft rose kisses between her thighs.
With a sigh, Kara runs the cold water in the sink, but just as she’s about to splash her flushed face, the door swings open, startling her. She gasps and clutches her chest. The green-eyed beauty in the mirror holds eye contact with Kara as the door clicks shut behind her.
“Hello,” she said, calm and sweet with a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and Kara’s nipples harden beneath her stare.
Momentarily forgetting how to speak, Kara’s mouth snaps shut. The other woman’s lips curl into a soft grin, closing the distance to lean around Kara and turn off the faucet.
“I’m Lena,” she said, resting her hip against the counter, tugging her hair to one side to expose her neck and angling her body towards Kara in the process. Kara’s breath hitches, as she imagines running her fingers down Lena’s clavicle.
Kara swallows. “Hi,” she said. Lena arches a brow with such precision that Kara's convinced she must have practiced that look at least a dozen times before. She clears her throat before adding, “I’m Kara.”
“Hi, Kara,” she murmurs, as a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for Kara’s next move.
Kara wipes her palms on her skirt, before wriggling them together. “You have a fine taste,” she murmurs and immediately regrets it. Lena’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her ruby painted lip to stifle her laughter. “—in wine!” Kara finishes quickly, blood rushing to her cheeks again.
There’s a startling contrast between how controlled she is when men fawn over her, to how quickly she is reduced to a pool of mush when she is caught in the sights of a pretty lady. If Alex was here, she’d tease the crap out of her. Lena licks her lips and all at once the only thing Kara can focus on is how her mouth looks as inviting and red as the wine poured into her glass, empty and abandoned at the table.
Along with her date.
There must be something in her expression that’s easy to read, because the next thing Lena said was, “How long before you need to get back?”
Kara could tell her that she’s already planning an escape route, maybe even invite Lena to come home with her. But the low huskiness of Lena’s voice and flash of danger in her eyes spark Kara’s curiosity past the point of no return. How far would they be willing to go here?
Kara’s heart quickens, as she lifts her chin and musters up the courage to say, “However long it takes.”
Lena’s eyes widen a fraction, apparently taken aback by this sudden forwardness. Kara wonders if she has made an awful mistake.
She isn’t left wondering for long.
Time speeds up. One moment Kara’s feet are steady on the floor and the next her backside pressed up against the sink while ridiculously soft fingers roam her torso, reaching upwards to trace her jaw, asking for permission. Kara releases a shuddering breath and words escape her, before she’s frantically nodding into the kiss, hands skimming up Lena’s silk blouse to knead her warm flesh.
Kara swallows Lena’s moan as she moves to ruck up Kara’s navy skirt. “Can I—”
“If you don’t, I will,” Kara admits.
Lena beams at her and she melts into a puddle under her touch. “Up,” she commands and then adds, teasingly, “I want to see how fine my taste is.”
Kara buries her face in Lena’s neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point and nipping at her shoulder before obeying, hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves Kara’s mouth when her bare skin hits the cool metal.
Lena shushes her, a gentle, “I got you,” passing her lips, breath tickling her chin.
Kara’s stomach swoops as Lena glides between her legs. She tugs the dip of her top down like she’s unwrapping a present and swirls her tongue around her nipple like it’s her favourite flavour of ice cream.
Kara hisses at the sudden scrape of her teeth. “Wait—”
Lena stills, instantly pulling back to check her over. “What’s wrong?”
“The door—” she pants. “Is it locked?”
Lena’s smile is predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against Kara’s ear. “But isn’t it hotter, not knowing if that inconsiderate boyfriend of yours will come barrelling through here only to find my tongue buried deep in your cunt?”
Her moan is feral and yeah, maybe she should explain that Michael is most definitely not her boyfriend, but she’s not going to ruin this moment.
Their eyes meet again, mouth tumbling after. Lena’s determination rolls off of her in waves, searching every inch of her skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make her shudder and gasp. Kara’s skirt doesn’t even look like a skirt anymore, tucked up above the swell of her ass and her top down exposing her pebbled nipples to the air. Lena rolls one of them between her forefinger and thumb, sucking the other into her mouth with kitten licks and nips.
“You’re not playing fair,” Kara mutters, as Lena draws her lips away with a pop, rewarding her with a seductive smirk.
“I don’t like rules.” The confession rolls off her tongue like it’s the world’s dirtiest secret. “But I do like keeping track of the ones I break.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Kara groans while arching her back as Lena slides her soaked lace panties down her legs and stuffs them into her purse.
Instead of removing her clothes, Lena sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, babe.”
Kara’s head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of her knee.
“That’s it,” Lena cues. Her praise does wonders to Kara’s body, sending a shiver straight to her clit. Kara briefly wonders if this is the work of some benevolent God, given that she was praying for this exact scenario not five minutes earlier.
She’ll worry about which religion to convert to later.
She looks down just in time to catch Lena in the act of sliding two fingers past her lips, sucking and coating them in spit. It’s probably not necessary, given that Kara is practically vibrating with arousal, but Lena makes a show of it and she’s such a pretty picture like this.
Hell, she's certainly not going to stop her.
Lena’s smile is coy when she catches Kara ogling her, like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through Kara’s mind.
“Relax,” she said between quick breaths as she presses in closer. Kara grips Lena’s free hand. Lena flips it over lacing their fingers together, causing Kara’s heart to halt and stutter against her ribs. “We’re both going to enjoy this.”
Lena’s nose brushes up against Kara's clit, breathing her in and sending small puffs of air over her centre. Then, she pauses, leaving Kara wanting for a moment. Lena waits right up until Kara begins to squirm, until a soft please leaves her lips. And then, as if that’s what she was waiting for, one long finger slips inside Kara with ease, the familiar pressure causing Kara’s eyes to roll back.
It’s been too long since anyone has done this for her.
Lena presses a chaste kiss to Kara’s clit before diving her tongue between her folds, humming and vibrating against her. Kara is absolutely up the wall with need, each new sensation igniting a white fire in her veins. She explores Kara’s cunt just like she explored the rest of her, thoroughly mapping her entire body with mouth and tongue and fingers.
Lena drags this out, until Kara is dripping and pleading for her to return her attention to that bundle of nerves, before sliding another finger inside, curling at the knuckles and playing Kara's g-spot like a piano key. She learns fast, discovering where to apply more pressure each time Kara lets out the most embarrassing noises, and exactly how much it takes to make Kara sing. Her toes curl as Lena finds that sweet spot again and again.
“Hush,” Lena murmurs from above her clit, causing her to jerk against Lena’s mouth. “You don’t want anyone bursting in here to check on us now, do you?” Kara involuntarily clenches down on her fingers and she feels Lena’s smirk sweep across her inner thigh. “Or perhaps you do,”—tsk-tsk—“Naughty girl.”
With those words echoing in her mind, Kara’s orgasm builds inside her. Every thrust of Lena’s fingers, and every twist of her tongue brings Kara closer to release.
Kara threads her fingers through Lena’s hair as delicately she can manage, but when they tighten and tug in spite of her care, Lena’s movements grow more eager. She rolls her tongue harder against Kara's clit, crooking her knuckles deeper.
There’s a sharp knock on the door and Kara gasps, the jump sends her right over the edge. She tightens and snaps, riding out her orgasm on Lena’s face, biting her fist to muffle her screams. Her vision whites out and legs shake. Lena slows her pace, gently licking around Kara's folds as she comes down from her high.
The deep voices behind the door grow louder and more urgent. Kara nearly panics but Lena takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Just give us a minute, we’re dealing with some girly issues if you catch my drift.”
Kara might have laughed if she wasn’t so exhausted.
Once the footsteps fade away, Lena rests her head against Kara’s thigh, looking through her lashes. “You good?” she asks softly.
Kara nods and she smiles back at her, standing to help Lena pull her skirt back down and right her top. Kara thinks about asking for her panties back but decides it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Lena again.
She hops down and reaches for Lena’s hand, stilling herself. “Will I be able to return the favour?”
Lena cocks her head, licking the taste of Kara from the seam of her lips. She tries not to, but Kara can’t help the shiver that travels up her spine at the sight.
“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Lena asks, coy.
Hesitating only a moment, Kara replies, “Actually I was asking if you’d like to come home with me.”
Lena's smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”
Kara bites her cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a public restroom counter.”
“That’s fair.” She hums. “You’re going to break that poor boy’s heart, you know.”
Kara's nose wrinkles. “Doubtful, we’d only just met.”
“So did we,” Lena counters.
Kara leans forward, lacing their fingers together. “And do I have the power to break your heart, Lee?”
Lena catches her lip between her teeth. “I think It’ll be me who breaks yours darling which is why I’m going to have to pass on that offer to go home with you.”
Lena presses a kiss on Kara’s cheek, untangling their fingers and exits the restroom, leaving a very confused Kara behind.