(Y/n) chuckled, shaking her head there was no way she would be doing that, no matter how much Lena begged her to.
"Oh come on (Y/n) tell me." Lena pleaded.
" All I will say is Alex was hot. and I mean I've fallen into a volcano type of hot. "
"Did she keep the hat on when you.. you know?"
The chef lifted an eyebrow. "Yes."
" Oh my God that is so unfair. Kara and I literally ordered pizza with a triple side order of potstickers, and you were having hot sex. " Lena complained slumping back in her chair a great big frown across her mouth.
"Well, that sucks you were eating cheesy pizza and I was eating Al.."
" Okay thank you very much (Y/n), no need to be so graphic. " Lena covered her ears.
(Y/n) chuckled. "And you know afterward, we were laying there in bed and you know when everything feels so right and perfect, there are no doubts, no awkwardness, just calm, and a sense that this is where you are meant to be? She turns to me and says the most insane thing ever."
"What was it?"
"She keeps asking me about these lines on her face as if anyone cares she is fucking perfect beyond words, but she asks if they bother me, I had to laugh because they only bother her."
Lena narrowed her eyes knowing how insensitive her cousin could be at times. "What did you say to her?"
(Y/n) smiled. "I told her I love every single inch of her, the lines I told her are just a record of every smile."
"Oh, (Y/n) that is so sweet and lovely of you." Lena gushed.
"Yes well I am like that sometimes, plus I thought the line of Alex are you crazy, they make you look sexy as fuck was a little too blunt and less eloquent."
Lena rolled her eyes. "And (Y/n) is back in the room."
The other woman laughed. "You should just tell her, Kara I mean, tell her all of your deepest fantasies, I'm pretty sure the Supergirl and you on this desk is not just something I've teased you with, it's in that immense brain of yours, also ask her what happened with that guy who ended up in a wheelchair it's driving me crazy I really need to know, my imagination is coming up with all sorts of things, and then I remember it's Kara so I really need to stop thinking wild."
"Kara can be wild." Lena protested.
" Really? What does she do have extra hot salsa with her chips? "
Lena rolled her eyes, after (Y/)'s recent brush with near death at the hands of a crazy Goddess, they had gone back to their old tradition of having lunch together a few times a week, especially since Alex had all but banned (Y/n) from drinking.
"She is your cousin." Lena challenged.
" I know, but I'm the fun crazy one and she is the sensible cautious one I'm probably the most anti-House of El member there has ever been. "
"Luckily now you have Alex." Lena smiled.
The chef sighed dreamily. "I know, I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
" You seriously are gross, you make me totally sick with how sweet you are, I really never thought I'd see the day this would happen. " Lena smiled indulgently, remembering back to when she had been so far away in Paris giving her tales of her recent adventure, she thought this day would truly never come when she saw her happy and settled committed with someone, who was so unlike Alessandro it was crazy.
(Y/n) smirked. "Then there was Alex."
" I've said it before but I'm so glad you moved here and now you can stay here forever with me. " Lena beamed brightly.
"I think Alex would have something to say if I moved I to your office, Lena."
The raven-haired woman rolled her enchanting green eyes. "Why do I even bother trying to be nice to you?"
" Because as I keep saying no one else would have you. " (Y/n) chuckled playfully.
"I would." A strange voice came from behind them, they turned around and Kara stood in the doorway her cheeks flushed red realizing what she had said.
(Y/n)'s eyes glowed with evilness. "Oh Kara, I'm sure you have had her already."
" (Y/n)! " Lena scolded.
"I know don't tease my cousin, sorry Kara come and have my seat I need to get back to work now anyway or I may not make it and after yesterday with Cat, she will be even less happy with me." (Y/n) rose from her seat straightening out the creases in her blue shirt and made her way towards the door. "Have fun you two, don't do anything I wouldn't do." With a wink and a smile, she was out the door before Lena could kill her.
"That doesn't leave much!" Lena called after her with an amused laughed.
Kara blushed. "It really doesn't I've walked in on her and Alex so many times, but I'm in counseling for it so I should be okay in a few years..or so."
Lena laughed, rising from her seat and closing the distance between them, softly brushing the side of her fingers down her cheeks. "I could help you erase the memory if you like."
Kara leaned further into her touch, letting the soothing touch flow through her as she tried to lose the nagging thoughts that plagued her mind on a daily basis.
"What were you talking about?" Kara suddenly asked
"Fantasies."
"What?"
"Alex and (Y/n) have been exploring their sexual fantasies, and between you and me that is where she is going now to get ready for her own little surprise for Alex."
Kara frowned. "Eww Lena gross, I don't want to know what she is going to do to my sister, I really don't want to know!"
Lena smiled retreating to behind her desk again. "Everyone has fantasies, Kara, there is nothing wrong with them."
"Oh, yeah and what if (Y/n) said she wanted to add someone else for a night would that be fair for my sister?" Kara planted her hands on her hips.
Lena tried to hide her smile. "Two things, the first is have you ever met (Y/n)? She isn't an I want to share the love of my life kind of girl, and also secondly, damn you are hot when you are angry."
Kara took a deep breath fighting the heating of her face as she tried to avoid Lena's intense eyes. "Are you sure because I know Alex would be so hurt, and I worry she would say yes to please her."
"Kara, listen to me if there is one thing I am sure of in this life is that (Y/n) adores Alex, and she would do anything to make sure she is never hurt, the other day we were out and this really hot guy decided he needed to introduce himself to her, do you know what she did?"
"No what?"
Lena smirked. "He comes out with this cheesy line, he says I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you before, and she just smiles, pulls out her phone scrolls past the pictures she has of Bear and the sonogram picture she keeps, then she comes to the video."
"What video?" Kara shrugged.
"The one she took without anyone knowing of Alex sparring the other week, so she starts it and with the biggest smile on her face, she says to him, I have, then shows him the video of Alex kicking the ass of this big burly guy, throwing him all over the place, that man was out of there so fast I thought he was a Super too." Lena laughed loudly.
Kara sighed with relief.
Lena watched her, taking in what (Y/n) had said, could she dare ask Kara about her fantasies? Did Kara even have any was (Y/n) right there as well? "Err Kara."
"Yes."
"What is yours?"
"Pardon."
"What is your fantasy or fantasies?" Lena heard her voice quiver.
"Well, I'd love an endless tray of potstickers that never wears down no matter how much I eat." Kara smiled happily, just imagining the thing was making her hungry.
Lena rolled her eyes frustrated. "No, I meant sexual ones."
Kara's eyes darted open wide, her cheeks now blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh....err...well..."
"Don't worry it's okay, I did kind of drop it on you suddenly." Lena smiled weakly, there were moments like this when she wished Kara was as open minded as Alex was for (Y/n), and hey (Y/n) was for Alex, but she knew Kara was slightly less sure of herself.
"No, I have one," Kara whispered.
"You do?"
"Well, it's kinda strange."
"Tell me anyway."
"Well, it sort of involves you and chocolate."
Lena smiled. "Shocking you fantasy does actually involves food."
"Err well, you would be in a chocolate fountain."
Lena felt her mouth fall open, the image coming to her own mind clearly, it may be messy but she would find a way to get Kara her fantasy even if it killed her doing it, maybe Kara would help her with her own then, or to be more specific Supergirl could.
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Alex flipped through the channels finding nothing of interest, a schedule full of repeats and reality tv crap she had no interest in, she smiled luckily (Y/n) didn't either so she was never stuck watching the mind-rotting rubbish.
"Oh Bear, tonight is going to be so boring, why does (Y/n) have to work so late anyway?" She turned to the little dog fast asleep in the basket that they had bought for him, (Y/n) hadn't made any more mention of having to find his owners, she had gotten away with it, smuggled in a cute as pie puppy and got her dream, well a part of it, she just wished she had more money so they could invest in an actual house, not a tiny apartment, she worried sometimes that compared to what (Y/n) was used to with Lena's and here she made comparisons and found her small place wanting.
She poured herself another glass of scotch watched as the brown liquid rolled around in the glass, sadly although she liked the taste still it didn't affect her anymore, nothing could take away the bleak dark thoughts from her mind, they were always there it seemed.
Sighing she fell back on the sofa and settled for a show (Y/n) would watch, a documentary about Indian cuisines, she just hoped she wouldn't get hungry.
knock, knock.
With dramatic effect, she lifted herself from the couch. "I'm coming, wait a minute."
Knock, knock.
"Alright I'm coming I said, jeez."
"You should get one of those intercom things," a sultry voice said, as Alex blinked hard, the light in the hallway was shining a little too brightly, the handyman had managed to install bulbs that were far too bright for what they needed.
"I got an order for Alex," the sultry voice continued, warm and thick, "Is this the right apartment?" Blinking hard coming back to reality Alex finally made out the woman's face, her eyes had been so glued to the low cut cleavage, hidden behind the leather jacket she had wrapped around her that Alex recognized.
"(Y/n)?" She whispered. Why didn't you use your key? "That's my jacket."
Breaking the spell for a moment (Y/n) leaned in closer to whisper. "Just play along, also it was sexier in your leather jacket."
Still not sure what was happening but intrigued, all the same, she moved aside. "Come in." Approving she'd never thought about it but seeing (Y/n) in her jacket was actually very hot, turning around suddenly (Y/n) grabbed her and pushed her down on the chair.
"Rules first," (Y/n) said.
"There are rules," Alex asked in disgust, she really didn't want there to be rules.
"I can touch you," The chef smiled broadly, showing straight, white teeth, "You can't touch me if you do, the show's over. I'd prefer you don't touch yourself, either."
"What the hell kind of rules are these?"
(Y/n) bent down close to her, her voice thick with sultry mystery "My rules."
Alex leaned forward to kiss her only for (Y/n) to move back out of her reach, Alex pouted.
Looking disappointed at the rules, Alex nodded, watching Alex shake her hair loose. Despite the restrictions, she could feel herself grow excited, breathing in short bursts as she watched the woman reach over to hit play on the stereo.
Settled into the chair, Alex watched aptly as the woman started to sway to the music. The beat was heavy, thumping with bass and the woman's voice singing made a sensuous counterpart to (Y/n) as she started to slowly peel off her jacket.
Hypnotized, Alex watched and started to get more aroused, her nipples straining against her shirt. As (Y/n) peeled her top off, she turned around and started to sway her bottom back and forth. The rips in her jeans gave Alex an excellent view of her toned, fit thighs and hips.
"What do you think?" The chef said huskily, her voice sensual.
"Let me guess you used to be an exotic dancer too?"
(Y/n) smiled. "Have you ever met my father? There is no way he would allow that."
Turning around, (Y/n) grinned impishly, bucking her hips and sliding her hands up her thighs. Alex stared at the (h/c) haired woman's stomach, she'd seen it too many times to count but in this situation, it was almost hypnotic to watch as she flexed and moved it sensually.
(Y/n) swayed her hips, her hands slid up her stomach, finally cupping her breasts as she moved to the rhythm. "How do I look?" She asked, voice husky, sensual.
"Amazing." Alex breathed out harshly.
"Thanks," (Y/n) said, her legs coming together as she started to drop lower, still working her hips and thighs, "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked, rubbing her breasts,
"Kind of." But I got to touch you too.
"I know what you are thinking, don't worry there is time for that too." Circling her nipples through the lacy, red bra, (Y/n) started to tilt her head back, face flushed.
After a moment, (Y/n) slid her hands back down, standing straight up and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Almost holding her breath, Alex caught the first sight of her shaved mound, the red g-string covering only a small triangle of smooth, pale flesh. "Hmm," (Y/n) smiled, sliding her pants down lower, "This is fun," she said lifting her eyes up to meet Alex's, wiggling her bottom as the jeans were to tight to pull off right away, "You look excited." Nodding, Alex didn't trust herself to say anything, crossing her legs as she watched, determined to enjoy herself as much as she could.
Pants freed, (Y/n) began dancing again, bending forwards to show more cleavage and holding one hand beneath her breasts. Her long, muscular legs were completely free of blemish covered only by the small butterfly tattoo Alex loved to look at, and her midsection was covered by the skimpiest of g-strings, a matching red to the bra. With one arm, she reached back, and then held out her red bra, dangling it to the side.
"Catch," she said, smiling as she threw the bra to the seated woman. Unable to help herself, Alex smelled the lacy bra, enjoying the heady, female scent of perfume and (Y/n). Grinning, The chef slowly unwound her arm, exposing her bare breasts. "What do you think?" (Y/n) teased, shaking her breasts by moving her shoulders back and forth, "Do you like my girls?"
Face flushed, Alex set the bra down and held the arms of the chair, kicking her leg out as she saw (y/n)'s deep pink nipples. (Y/n) teasingly touched herself, first plucking one and then the other, causing her pert nipples to stiffen lightly.
Alex held her breath, staring as though it were for the first time at a sexy, naked woman's breasts. The curves were spectacular, and the pink, rosebud nipples were perky, looking as if they were begging for a kiss. She swallowed hard, wishing nothing more than to suck them at that moment, she had to remind herself she had done that many times before, this wasn't just a random woman this was (Y/n) there would be other times after too, but it was very hard, it seemed to match her own state of arousal.
(Y/n) stopped dancing for a moment, (Y/n) stood, bringing one nipple to her mouth and extending her tongue, her (e/c) eyes staring enticingly into Alex's darker ones. As she made eye contact, she licked her nipple closing her eyes, groaning in what sounded like pure ecstasy.
Breathing shallowly, Alex felt her own nipples stiffen in response, wishing she could pluck them as she watched the show. She started dancing again, her nipple glistening with her saliva, which nearly drove Alex crazy. She had never felt so turned on by watching somebody, anybody, as much as she felt at that moment.
(Y/n)'s movements became more and more lewd, dropping to the floor and crawling on her hands and knees, bucking her hips, sticking her firm, toned buttocks into the air. "Smack," she said, as she reached back and slapped her own ass. The handprint left on her buttock was a pink outline, and she teasingly ran a finger under the line of her g-string next.
Alex pushed closer to the very edge of the chair, at that moment she thought that (Y/n) would go one step further, but she paused, grinning wickedly. Withdrawing her hand, she stood, dancing slightly once more.
"Are you ready?" She asked, walking seductively towards her. Alex had no idea what she meant, only that, staring at the g-string clad woman, her sexy cute sweet tattoo, her gorgeous pink nipples, Alex was as ready as she could be without exploding.
"Yes," Alex whispered, nodding as she did. The (e/c) eyed woman approached and then straddled the chair, dangling her breasts close to her mouth.
"Remember the rules," she whispered in her ear, wiggling her hips, pushing her own warm center into Alex's pubic area, letting her lips softly touch the edge of her ear. "But I can touch you. Okay?" Alex, staring at the woman's chest, desperately wanting to taste her nipple, nodded glumly and forced her hands to stay still.
"Good," (Y/n) said, reaching out and grabbing softly Alex's hair, pushing her face into her chest, between her breasts. "But I don't think you want me to stop, right?" A muffled no was all she got in response.
"Now it is your turn," (Y/n) said, leaning back and grabbing Alex's shirt. With a smooth, long pull, she freed the auburn-haired woman from her top, freeing her perky, dark-nippled chest. "You're excited," (Y/n) smiled, pressing her hands on Alex's chest, cupping her swollen nipples slightly, trying to hold on to the cool act she had created for herself when all she wanted to do was to have Alex's hands run up the aching contours of her body that right then craved her touch.
"We're only just getting started," she whispered, leaning forward and pushing her chest into Alex's bra covered breasts. The feeling of Alex's breasts pressed into her bare skin was amazing and she desperately wanted to reach up and stroke (Y/n)'s buttocks, to feel her tight, curvy bottom with her hands. Grinding down, the chef started to push her center, thighs spread wide, into Alex's lap. As she did, she reached up and started to caress her chest, leaning back and riding her like she was about to make love. "Oh, yes," (Y/n) sighed, her nipples swelling, "This feels so good."
"You are killing her here." Alex managed to gasp out.
Leaning forward again, letting her lips hover just above Alex's she whispered. "Don't die on me yet Alexandra."
About to explode, Alex shifted in her seat, her legs spread to support (Y/n) grinding on her lap. She wished she could press her thighs together, to squeeze herself at least, and get even a little more stimulation going. Flushed and frustrated, she felt the chef grow warmer against her jeans, the g-string panty covering her pubic mound just enough to hide the pink nether lips from her view. "You know I think this is where my fantasy went, so you should definitely drop the rules now."
Oh God yes! (Y/n)'s libido screamed. "No, you asked for it and you are getting it."
"Okay," Alex whispered, tempted to open her mouth and lick the inside of (Y/n)'s luscious breasts, the memory of the last time stuck in her mind taunting her, the (h/c) haired woman continued the pelvic grinding into Alex's core for another minute, moving her hips in a figure eight, before slowing. As she stopped, she leaned forward and blew into Alex's ear, teasingly. Shivering, Alex felt her nipples start to ache, painfully, with (Y/n)'s chest pressed into hers. Despite the satin cloth of her bra, she was feeling seriously constricted and ached to remove the confining material.
"You look so hot right now." (Y/n) whispered. "Like you would do anything I said, we should definitely do this again but switching roles." She could feel her own excitement growing at the idea of Alex being in control.
Jerking her hips slightly, grinding her bottom into Alex's leg once more. She could feel (Y/n)'s core growing hotter. "Let's take off your bra," (Y/n) said lazily, "I can tell it's frustrating you."
Alex's heart pounded in her chest as (Y/n) reached around, unclasping the bra. Once freed, the agent's head was spinning from the delicious contact with (Y/n)'s chest. Her nipples felt on fire as the (e/c) eyed woman leaned into her, the small brown nubs firmly erect. "Is that better?"
"Yes," Alex whispered, feeling her center start to leak a bit. The stimulation was overwhelming to her, unable to touch herself, and keeping in mind the strict admonishment to not touch (Y/n), she was feeling like she might explode. The chef leaned back again and resumed the grinding, dangling her breasts near Alex's face, reaching up to cup them as she did.
"I can see how excited you are," (Y/n) cooed, moving her hips again in a figure eight motion as she moved her fingers around her pink nipples. They were soft still, getting harder as she worked them with her thumb and forefinger. After a moment, her nipples were sticking out, the pink aureola puckered and the tip nearly a half inch long. The woman started moving faster again, her hips undulating in a sensuous motion against Alex's thighs, while she continued fondling her breasts.
While the (Y/n) in her 'stripper' role continued to grind on her, Alex thought she could feel her heated mound grow a bit damp through her pants. Surprised, she looked up at the other woman's eyes, which were half closed as she continued to caress her breasts and rub herself against her leg.
"Fuck, (Y/n) take my pants off too!" Alex shot out roughly.
(Y/n) chuckled. "That is my bossy stubborn Alex, I wondered where you had gone."
"I'm busy being hypnotized or something wonderful."
(Y/n) got up and looked down at her, her eyes half closed with lust. "Fucking hell Alex I love you so damn much!", Until she had met Alex she had spent her life messing around, playing and experimenting she never knew why, it was only when she finally met Alex Danvers did she understand why, she was looking for something, she never knew she was even doing it but the moment she came face to face with Alex she knew what it was.
A feeling of something otherworldly that only occurred between them when they were together, an explosive magic that began ticking when they were together like this, she'd worried she would always need to move around and play, with Alex, she could play and stay in the same place, it was the most wonderful revelation.
Bending down breathing harshly fighting her own desire. "Get up and go to the bed and lay down."
Quickly, and in a daze, Alex rose to her feet, dispensing of the rule (Y/n) had given her not to touch herself she pulled her pants roughly from her and almost ran to the bed.
staring at (Y/n)'s chest the whole time. The other woman was playing with her nipples, her thumbs and forefingers on each hand plucking and strumming the pink tips. Face flushed, Alex squeezed her thighs together for a moment, her skin hot, the pressure only increasing her screaming desire for sexual relief. The bed covers tickled her back slightly, with only her black satin panties on, she stared up at (Y/n). Alex was torn between plunging her fingers into her center and pleasuring herself with abandon and the burning desire to allow (Y/n) to continue driving her wild.
(Y/n) stopped playing with her nipples, the pink nubs staying fully erect, when Alex squeezed her thighs together. "Am I torturing you?" She asked, grinning slightly. Alex simply, rubbing her thighs together a little, the scissoring motion stimulating her closer to the climax she craved.
kneeling down next to Alex. At first, Alex thought (Y/n) would simply straddle her hips, however, (Y/n) instead laid down opposite her instead. "Spread your legs."
Alex spread her thighs wide, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs, the satin panties already as wet as they could be. (Y/n) then spread her thighs wide, moving in a mirror image of Alex. Scooting closer, (Y/n) then twisted her right leg, placing it over Alex's thigh. "Lift up your leg," (Y/n) whispered, grabbing Alex's left leg and helping to adjust her position. Still stunned, Alex did as the chef asked, her flesh hot where (Y/n)'s thighs entwined with her own. Thus intertwined, (Y/n) scooted closer to her still, pressing her heated center against Alex's own.
Pushing herself up onto her elbows, (Y/n) grabbed hold of Alex's leg, bringing her knee to her chest. Her pussy was aching with need, the contact with Alex's own dripping, satin covered mound was satisfying, at least for the moment. Bucking her hips, she started to move her buttocks around in a circular motion, grinding her center into Alex's satin covered area.
In a daze, Alex arched her back, moaning. "Oh, yes!"
Feeling the chef's center grinding against her was like heaven. Arching her back, Alex started to move her hips up and down, grinding her dripping private area into (Y/n) in response to her sensuous movement.
Despite the satin cloth still covering her dripping core, she felt like she could cum in minutes. Her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in ecstasy, and she grabbed her nipples, squeezing them in time with (Y/n)'s lustful motion. "Oh, (Y/n), yes, YES!" Alex screamed, cumming finally. Never before had she experienced such a fast orgasm, with so little clitoral stimulation. She kept moving, wanting the pleasure rolling through her body to keep going, squeezing her brown nipples rhythmically.
"Wow," (Y/n) breathed, She saw the satisfied look on the dark haired woman's face and felt the sudden burst of wetness flow through the black panties. She started to move faster, harder, loving the wet sensation of their cunt rubbing against each other. However, her g-string started to bother her and after enjoying the movement, she finally stopped grinding and backed away.
"What are you doing? Don't stop," Alex protested, "Keep going."
(Y/n) leaned down letting her lips finally touch Alex's, finally letting her own impulsive take hold. "Don't worry baby, we have forever, but first we have tonight and I've only just started."