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quillscales · 5 months

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Nagito pressed his forehead between Hajime's shoulder blades, his eyelashes fluttering feather-light kisses on his skin. Being so close, he could smell the body wash Hajime used, and as he inhaled deeply, he caught the scent of coconut and ylang-ylang mixed with the tang of sweat.

His hand wandered along Hajime's sides, his fingertips barely ghosting the skin. It still felt surreal that he was allowed to touch Hajime like this.

His eyes lifted a little when he heard the sheets sliding; Hajime moved his head, resting it more comfortably on his arms. Nagito's hand drifted towards his hips, curving inward until his fingers were just inches away from Hajime's navel. There was a soft sigh, and he felt Hajime relax under him; it was hard not to preen at such an accomplishment.

He pressed his fingers a little firmer against Hajime's abdomen, rubbing and massaging the muscles there. This was a gift, truly, Hajime allowing him to put his hand on him once again. Nagito pressed his lips to Hajime's skin; it was barely a kiss, but it was a taste of what he wanted.

His hand slid upwards, tracing along the abs softly cushioned by a small layer of fat. Nagito was sure if he pressed harder, he would feel how firm they were, but he didn't stop trailing up toward Hajime's armpit.

Hajime stirred, "…Don't." was the soft warning he got. It seemed Hajime might be ticklish, and Nagito filed that away for later.

Nagito slowly rose, placing his hand on Hajime's shoulder blade as he sat back on his legs, careful to keep his weight off the man under him, though he was sure Hajime could handle it. He didn't weigh much, and Hajime had so much muscle.

He tapped his finger at the base of Hajime's neck and slowly dragged it down the faint scar he had been obsessing with since he noticed it.

By the time he reached the end, Hajime had stiffed up completely. Nagito removed his hands and looked away.

There was a beat of silence.

"…Ask," Hajime said cooly, his tone calm and detached.

Nagito bit his lip before shaking his head, though Hajime couldn't see that. "…I shouldn't." He whispered. It was something painful, Nagito knew, and he wasn't entitled to everything that was Hinata Hajime, even if he wanted it.

There was a desire to dissect him. To know him completely. To crawl into his skin and understand every aspect of his being.

#continued #fanfiction #fanfic #wip #danganronpa #komahina #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata

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sliebman10 · 1 month

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Ferula

(Continued from Blood Replenishing Potion)

Now that Remus was awake, Sirius scanned him again for broken bones. He didn’t fins any, but he dressed a wide gash down Remus’s arm that looked like it was the result of a hastily hurled curse.

“Ferula,” he muttered and bandages shot out of his wand, winding themselves around the injured area.

Remus was quiet as he did this, watching him with sharp eyes. He slumped against Sirius when he was done. “Thanks, Pads,” he mumbled.

“It’s alright, Moonshine. Just rest,” Sirius said, shifting them, so they were both lying on the sofa.

“James and I were just supposed to be scouting but...the Death Eaters were there, waiting…like they knew…” Remus whispered, as he trembled against Sirius.

“I don’t see how they would have…” Sirius said. But they’d suspected for months that there was a mole. But now wasn’t exactly the time to discuss it. Now he just wanted Remus to rest and heal.

So he said, “Shhh…it’s over now, darling. Just rest.”

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@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #first war with voldemort #continued #ferula

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wiirocku · 1 month

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Acts 4:31 (ESV) - And when they had prayed, the place in which they were gathered together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak the word of God with boldness.

#Acts 4:31 #prayed #place #gathered #together #shaken #filled #Holy Spirit #continued #speak #word #God #boldness

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charmed-redemption · 1 month

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TW: Team Tactics

#rp #active #roleplay #heir of the damned #continued

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maxinawell · 10 months

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also. learned that "were" (of "werewolf") meant man/male, and thus there's another word for woman/female, "wif", whick is the origin of the "wo-" in woman (wif man), and "man" was just. person. this has been my ted talk, thank you wifs, weres, and men. (also wifwolves and manwolves are things. i declare it to be so. because why not)

#werewolf #blehposting #continued #linguistics #etymology #goch language is so interestion

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 year

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Telepathy AU Pt 2

Lena opens her eyes to find herself in the infirmary, with Kara on the next bed over still soundly unconscious. Alex sits between the feet of their beds, her elbows on her knees and her features haggard. She perks up a little when she sees Lena's return to wakefulness.

After checking in on Lena's condition-- just tired (hit by a freight train exhausted, actually, with a headache to match)--Alex gets to meat of the matter.

"We came back to find the place looking like a tornado came through, and you two on the floor." Alex runs a hand over her eyes, betraying how worried they'd made her. "What the hell happened?"

Lena fights a scowl as she looks over at Kara. "She was going to sacrifice herself. Again."

Alex curses. "Son of a bitch," she mutters. "I thought she'd gotten better about that."

"Evidently not." Lena manages to work her way up to sitting. With Alex's help, she makes it, and once there she grips Alex's hand tight. "I had to stop her. This was the only way I knew how."

Alex's eyebrows rocket skyward. "Wait-- you did this?"

Lena nods.

"And the lab?"

At that, Lena hesitates. "I'm not sure what that was. But yeah-- also me."

Once she's sure Lena can remain upright on her own, Alex sits down beside her on the bed. "Jesus Christ."

"I just couldn't let her do it. I--" Her breath catches. "I couldn't let her go."

"I know," Alex assures her, covering Lena's hand with her own. "And thank you."

Together, they gaze at Kara for a long moment. Then...

"Sooooo... how long are we going to keep her asleep?"

Lena's jaw tightens. "Until we can think of a way to stop them."

Alex nods.

"Then we better get to it."

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Lena doesn't necessarily feel good about keeping Kara asleep. Kelly tries to talk her into another course of action, which Lena appreciates but in lieu of another option to contain a Kryptonian, she remains firm in her decision. Alex similarly finds herself unwilling to bend. Not when it comes to her sister's life.

But as the hours wear on, Lena finds herself wondering exactly how she did it. Not just the explosion they're still cleaning up, but putting Kara to sleep in the first place. She hadn't even really thought about it. She'd just reached out in desperation for a way to stop Kara, and-- this was the outcome.

Not only that, but she finds she doesn't have to reapply the spell or charm or whatever it is keeping Kara asleep. Her friend simply sleeps on, oblivious to the world.

But how??

Just as concerning is the way Kara feels both gone and present at the same time. Lena hears the way Kara would reassure her, imagines the tone of her voice, her inflection and expression as clearly as if she were standing right next to her. As though Kara were missing, not asleep.

It makes no logical or emotional sense, and it unsettles Lena. Something just isn't right about the whole thing, and not just the morality of it. It physically feels off.

And it doesn't help that she still has a splitting headache.

It isn't until the next morning that it all comes to a head. She's running another simulation on the backup computer when Kara's voice issues over her shoulder.

"Rao, you're so smart."

Lena pivots so quickly her hair fans out behind her and flicks her sharply on the far cheek. A reprimand fights for dominance on her tongue against the rise of an apology, expecting Kara to be awake and sheepishly standing there.

The command center is empty.

Breathing heavy in alarm, Lena's eyes flick across the room, seeking any remotely possible source of the sound. When nothing avails itself, she taps on her tablet with trembling fingers to pull up the video feed of the infirmary.

There Kara was, still resting.

"Wait. You heard me? You heard me!"

The voice comes again, but Kara's sleeping lips don't even so much as twitch.

Lena quietly reaches for her own wrist, feeling for her own pulse.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Lena," Kara says, sounding exasperated. "It's me. It's Kara. Don't panic, okay?"

Mouth suddenly going dry, Lena fumbles to take a seat at the console, relieving her suddenly shaking legs of her weight.

"Good idea," the voice continues. "That's it. Look, there's no easy way for me to say this, but-- I'm in your head."

"Kara?"

"Yeah, I know. Sounds crazy, but you're not crazy, I swear. I woke up a little after you did? I think? You were already up and about, and I swear I tried to get your attention, but you couldn't seem to hear me. And do not ask me how you can hear me, I have no idea. Best I can figure is that our minds somehow linked when you tried to put me to sleep--"

At that, the ramble cuts off abruptly.

"You put me to sleep!"

Lena winces as the shout sends a stabbing pain through her frontal lobe.

"Oh. Sorry. But-- you put me to sleep."

"YOU were going to noble sacrifice yourself. Excuse me if I wanted you to live a little longer!"

She can feel rather than hear Kara pout. "That's not your decision to make."

"Well, clearly you can't be trusted with it, so I took matters into my own hands." Lena scowls, tossing her tablet onto the table in front of her. "And your sister agrees with me, so."

"You told Alex?"

Suddenly, Kara's voice turns quiet. Lena decides to take pity, and softens.

"What else could I do?" she asks. "I rather like my head where it is, thanks."

Kara laughs, the sound spreading through Lena's mind like a soothing balm. It eases her headache, and she finds herself chuckling as well.

"Who are you talking to?"

Lena turns to see Nia and Alex and Kelly staring at her in a mix of concern and confusion, their bags of takeout all but forgotten in their hands.

Jaw working soundlessly, Lena struggles to find words to fib with, but a little nudge in her mind reminds her she's not alone.

"Might as well do this," Kara urges gently, still sounding like a smile.

Lena sighs.

"Okay."

She rises to her feet and meets her friends' gazes head on.

"You're not going to believe this."

#supercorp #telepathy au #continued #sooner than i anticipated #but hey not complaining

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qqueenofhades · 6 months

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Today in Sins of the Academic Job Market:

"This one-year position will have a start date of September 1, 2024 and is renewable for up to two more years, pending budgetary and administrative approval.

Job expectations include teaching and service. The teaching load for this position is two graduate-level courses per academic semester. Candidates will also be expected to serve as an academic advisor, supervise theses, and participate in program events. The selected candidate will be expected to teach the Program’s core Global and International History course, in addition to electives in their research area."

#hilary for ts #school stuff #i will not in fact be applying #but also we truly wonder why nobody does this for a living? BECAUSE WE CAN'T #also aside from all the other nonsense: who wants an academic advisor who is there for ONE YEAR ONLY #especially for a graduate degree?#and supervise theses?#while being paid 60k to live in NEW YORK CITY #FOR ONE YEAR #what is wrong with some universities #continued #anyway. slight academic rant over.#academia: not even once

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azaasterblue · 1 month

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and if this is how i started my "5 years after aang's death" fic...

Excerpt from Republic City Times BREAKING NEWS: THE AVATAR IS DEAD November 14, 131 AG Avatar Aang, 43, has passed away. In an official statement from the United Republic Council, the Avatar had been battling a long illness for some time, and had informed all world leaders of his condition as it progressed. Sources close to the Avatar say that he was surrounded by friends and family, including prominent leaders in our new Republic: Councilman Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe, the Chief of Police, Toph Beifong, General Suki of Kyoshi Island, and Fire Lord Zuko. Avatar Aang, the lone survivor of the massacre of the Air Nomads, the hero of the Hundred Years War and founder of Republic City, is survived by his wife, Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, 45, and their three children: Lieutenant Bumi of the United Forces Navy, 23, Master Kya, 21, and Master Tenzin, 17. The Avatar and Master Katara’s son, Tenzin, is now the only living air bender. Representatives of the family have asked for privacy at this moment and those close to the Avatar have declined to comment. The Avatar’s obituary, written by Master Katara, will be published in the coming days. There will be a funeral where the public may pay their respects next week. While it is nontraditional, all of us at Republic City Times are wishing the Avatar’s family the deepest condolences. Many of us here at the paper owe our lives to his heroic efforts and all of us are able to write freely without fear of prosecution in the Republic because of his work. Thank you, Avatar Aang. You will be deeply missed. Any efforts regarding the search for his successor have not been announced.

Excerpt from Republic City Times BREAKING NEWS: NEW AVATAR FOUND IN THE SOUTHERN WATER TRIBE December 14, 135 The White Lotus has confirmed that the new Avatar has been found in the Southern Water Tribe. In the four years since Avatar Aang’s death, which was commemorated last month with a number of celebrations across Republic City, an elite team selected by world leaders has been hard at work searching for the next Avatar. Though we were braced to anticipate at least a decade of waiting before the Avatar would be announced, the search was officially declared over just after midnight. Currently, the world knows little about the new Avatar, and according to sources close to the White Lotus, this may remain for several years. Through the White Lotus, the new Avatar’s family has asked for privacy, and will not be disclosing their identities for sometime. However, given public research into the Avatar cycle, it is likely that this Avatar is a girl around the age of four. Avatar Aang’s family has declined to comment on this matter, but is reportedly going to meet with the White Lotus in the Southern Water Tribe the coming days, along with Councilman Sokka, Fire Lord Zuko, General Suki, and Chief of Police, Toph Beifong. People across the world can breathe a sigh of relief tonight knowing that the Avatar cycle has continued, though our solace is not without its complexities and hesitations. We have only known a world with one Avatar, the one who led us into an era of peace. To many, it feels like tonight the sun has finally set on the age of Aang. As a new dawn emerges, it is rational to be worried for what the future holds. To say that she has big shoes to fill would be an understatement. Even so, recent polls have stated that many Republic City residents are cautiously optimistic. All of us at Republic City Times would like to be the first to say, welcome the world, Avatar. We can’t wait to see what you’ll do.

it would have more ofc, but beginning and end of first chap????? idk im procrastinating other stuff bare with me ty

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askcapital · 9 months

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[ << Previous ]

I had fun before, and I do not anymore. I cannot seem to find enjoyment in anything, and returning to the void feels just as boring as staying here. I want to go back to how everything was before her did what she did, but I... I do not know if I am able to anymore. ... Ugh. Maybe I need another coffee...

[ @askdeoxys ]

#pokemon #pokeask #ask blog #ic #continued #capital tag #askcapital #godly midlife/existentail crisis... go!!!!!!!!!!!!

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rico-hyuuga · 1 year

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OP: Into The Unknown

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#rico-hyuuga #rp #roleplay #Continued #ryukyu #Zoro #Inactive #Ended

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asamiontop · 1 year

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Part 1

Part 2:

Lena is miserable.

She and Kara… they had… a moment. A thrilling, knee-weakening few seconds, thick with a promise worth obsessing over. But then they ignored it for the rest of the day.

Or so Lena has tried. After Kara left to dispatch a quick emergency, Lena hefted what remained of her fractured focus onto her assignment.

But she’s a dweller. A thinker. Every time her work or her eyes wander down towards the bottom half of Supergirl’s new threads, Lena’s thoughts dissipate into a lovesick, hopeful mush of less-than-appropriate daydreams.

She heats up without fail each time her concentration slips. Her cheeks flame and her heart does its happy little Kara dance and Lena has to count breaths through her nose to calm herself down. And now that Kara has returned, Lena inevitably glances up to find the superhero side-eyeing her with some sort of sexy smirk from wherever she hovers about the Tower. As if she knows precisely when Lena is spiraling about her.

Damn that finely tuned superhearing.

Mercifully, a minor breakthrough distracts her for the remainder of the afternoon. Chasing a lead, Lena’s focus transforms from wobbly to unshakable. She’s been unmovable for who-knows how many hours now.

That is, until two warm hands fit themselves around her waist and the radiating body of a Kryptonian molds itself to her back. Lena barely has time to startle before a delicious tingle trickles down her spine.

“Lena.” Kara sighs her name like end of a long work day. Which Lena supposes it was. Kara hooks her chin over Lena’s shoulder and it’s innocent but their bodies are suddenly—so close together. “Hi.”

Gathering composure takes a beat longer than normal under these circumstances, but Lena manages.

“Hello, darling.”

The term of endearment isn’t exactly new. The way Kara hums her approval is, however. Hope thumps loudly in Lena’s chest.

“Mmm, hi,” Kara repeats, tilting her head sideways to rest against Lena’s. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Not bad,” Lena lies, as if schooling her erratic heart rate hadn’t been her primary focus for far too many hours. “I developed a way to maximize the resistance of the supersuit without compromising mobility by modifying the weave pattern of the fibers.”

“You’re amazing.” The super grin tucked beside Lena’s skin feels nothing short of genuine.

Lena’s smile is reflexive. They’re close enough that her scrunched up cheek makes contact with Kara’s. She swallows hard and takes a breath.

“It’s mostly geometry,” she demurs. “Math. A computer could do it. As a matter of fact, I’ve written a program to identify the strongest pattern and cross-reference the results against flexibility and mass calculations to find an optimum. It can run overnight and tomorrow morning we should have a feasible pattern to fabricate the suit design I sketched up.”

“Cool beans,” Kara nods distractedly. She takes a deep, lazy breath. “Can I see it?”

“No.”

“Aw, why?” Kara’s pout makes itself known near Lena’s cheek and erases all logical responses Lena might have had to the question.

“It’s not finished yet,” is the best Lena’s got.“Once we have the pattern selected tomorrow, I’ll generate a rendering to show you. It’ll be more representative.”

“Hm,” Kara considers for a moment, lifting her chin off Lena. When she relents, her head drops back to where she’d rested it against Lena’s cheek. “Okay, I guess.”

Smiling fondly, Lena doesn’t expect Kara to bring it up quite so seamlessly. “You kept the boots though?”

Lena chokes. Partially due to Kara’s question but mostly because Kara chooses that exact moment to splay her hands wide over Lena’s waist and press in deliciously with her fingers.

It’s enough to make Lena go temporarily limp.

“I did,” she finally succeeds in saying.

Kara releases a breath that feels suspiciously like a sigh of relief. It catches Lena by surprise. With that brain-melting confidence, Lena had assumed Kara knew exactly what she was doing, flirting like she had. And maybe she does know. But perhaps she, just like Lena, is more invested than she let on. And maybe a little nervous, too.

Endeared, Lena tips her head sideways, reciprocating the way Kara leans into her temple.

“Of course I kept them,” Lena adds carefully, achingly soft. It’s more confession than anything and Kara responds in kind.

“That’s good,” she whispers. Her chest expands on a breath and Lena feels it against her back. Kara turns her head a few degrees and her nose brushes Lena’s cheek. “That’s really good.”

It is, Lena thinks, if her actions inspire Kara to touch her like this. Keeping the boots is the single greatest thing she’s ever done.

“Wouldn’t want you to lose interest,” Kara murmurs boldly, nosing along Lena’s cheekbone and letting her lips carelessly caress Lena’s skin.

Lena reckons her heartbeat must be close to blowing out Kara’s eardrums by now. But the Super seems unfazed, content to keep their faces connected in the most devastating approach to intimacy Lena’s ever experienced.

She wants to answer with something equally brave, a declaration sweeping enough to make Kara understand just how much Lena loves her. Impossible, she wants to say. I could never.

But her vocal chords won’t cooperate, seeing as they can’t choose between forming words or a garbled whimper.

“Unlikely,” is all she manages in the end, and the word crumbles apart on a quiet gasp when the tip of Kara’s reaches the shell of her ear.

Kara hums again, low and pleased, and her confidence is back in full force. Lena finds herself struggling. Struggling to breathe, struggling to remain on her feet, struggling to keep herself from moaning outright and rocking backwards into the cradle of Kara’s hips. It’s all so difficult. Like her brain and motor functions are wading through honey.

“Lena.” Kara’s whisper drips into her bloodstream, her name an exaltation all on its own. Lena’s drunk on it, beyond recovery. Her head drops back, lolling into the hypnotic heat between them.

“Are you done for the day?” Kara asks in that very same tone.

And it makes Lena want to cry because she definitely isn’t. Every cell in her body aches to dissolve into Kara until she’s utterly consumed, except Lena Luthor is not actually capable of leaving her work unfinished.

“Not quite,” she very nearly cries. “I have a few lines of code left to write.”

“I can wait,” Kara offers magnanimously, an implication heavy in the unsaid. Lena wilts with relief.

She nods once and, more courageously than she could ever expect to be, requests, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Kara grins against her. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Lena’s slower to finish than she would like, but it’s hard to complain with Kara wrapped around her like cling film. The Kryptonian has moved her hands and mouth to far less distracting locations, which affords Lena some of her focus back.

Kara’s periodically helpful, softly reminding Lena to remember a semicolon here, reference a variable there. She prods gently each time, her throat bobbing where her chin is propped on Lena’s shoulder.

Soon enough Lena’s finished and putting the computer to sleep. Then she’s turning in the loose circle of Kara’s arms, her composure hanging by a thread, and gazing upward into fond, expectant blue eyes.

“Hi,” Kara greets her.

“Hello,” Lena purses her lips to keep from smiling.

“I’m glad you’re done.” It’s inane but lovable and Lena hums in agreement. Then Kara bows her head, nosing forward and cutting the space between their faces in half. Suddenly Lena can feel her breath in more ways then one and she’s back to the mess she’d been.

“And…” Kara inhales and her lips quirk sideways, coy and cute. Her cockiness is nowhere to be found; it has been replaced by the guileless, earnest Kara who holds just as much sway over Lena’s heart.

“… I’m glad you like my boots,” Kara says sheepishly.

Kara’s timidness gives way to Lena’s boldness.

“I like more than just the boots, darling.”

Lena smiles and allows one of her hands to float up to Kara’s chest. She extends her fingers until they nudge the clasp of Kara’s cape.

“Yeah?” Kara murmurs in wonder. Her arms tighten around Lena’s waist.

“Yeah,” Lena breathes, lost in the sight of her fingertips tracing inward, dipping along Kara’s collar. She’s enthralled by the elegant column of Kara’s neck and can’t help but reach for it when that proud throat works.

The pads of Lena’s fingers graze Kryptonian skin—so sinfully soft—and Lena loses her breath at the way Kara shivers for her. She can’t help but repeat herself. “Yeah.”

“Lena?” Kara ventures. She sounds affected. Lena is distracted by Kara’s crest rising and falling under her palm, but the warmth of Kara’s breath seizes her attention. She glances up and finds Kara closer than before, watching intently, a hopeful smile curling at the corners of her mouth. Their eyes lock and that smile grows. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

“God yes.” It’s more of a plea than an answer and Kara grants Lena’s wish with fervor.

Nearly lost between the press of Kara’s palms on her cheeks and Kara’s lips on hers, a tiny quip reaches Lena’s ears.

“Rao, Lena,” Kara gasps, diving in for another kiss before she can finish her thought. “If it’s gonna make you let me touch you like this, you can design my supersuit however you want.”

The comment is swept away as Kara crowds Lena against the edge of her desk and pins her there with the pressure of her hips.

But the next afternoon, when Lena is wearing a turtleneck to cover up the evidence of Kara’s exuberance, she shows the superfriends a rendering of a suit complete with an entirely sleeveless top for Supergirl. One which would leave Kara’s arms on mouthwatering display.

Realization is slow to reach Kara, but the shoe drops when Alex gripes about the impracticality of such a wardrobe choice for a superhero.

“And let’s not forget the increased vulnerability, Lena. Honestly, I’m surprised you would even consider—”

Understanding sparks between them when Kara’s eyes jump to hers. Lena gives herself away with a slow, sultry smirk. Kara grins back, clearly thrilled by this turn of events, and they’re only broken out of their silent flirtation by Alex’s exclamation.

“Oh come on!” They glance up to find Alex gesturing wildly between them, her face a scowl of dawning comprehension and utter disgust. “Seriously?!”

Part 1

#the boots!#continued #part 2 #supercorp #ficlet

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