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New Territory [Pharmercy Fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Pharmercy

Rating: E

Summary: It's been two years since Angela and Fareeha had been deployed on a mission, since Fareeha had been seriously injured and Angela hadn't been there to save her. Now, Angela asks for some moral support in putting on the uniform once more, and she discovers something that provokes them to get a bit carried away.

Chapter: 1/1

Angela looks over the rough black case with a bit of trepidation. She reaches out to touch it, runs her fingers over the familiar texture, and shivers when she releases a lock. It has been almost two years since she’s worn the uniform, wielded her staff, two years since—

She cuts off her train of thought with a wince. It’s fine, now. Two years is more than enough time to recover, even from—stop it!

“Fareeha!” Angela calls out before she can spiral any further. She needs to do this, one way or another, and Fareeha always manages to make things feel easier.

It’s not long before Angela hears Fareeha’s footsteps enter the door behind her. “Yes?”

“Hi,” Angela says on a long, drawn-out sigh. Fareeha intuitively wraps her arms around her waist and rests her chin on Angela’s shoulder. Angela’s hand moves from the black case to cover Fareeha’s own as she leans their temples together.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Fareeha asks softly, gently as her hold on Angela.

Angela lets out a smaller sigh. “I have to try on the uniform… to make sure no adjustments need to be made before….” Before their first field mission after being medically benched for almost two years—after Fareeha was medically benched for almost two years and Angela had refused to be deployed without her. Angela shakes her head lightly. “Could you help me, schätzli?” She turns her head to place a kiss against Fareeha’s cheek.

Fareeha, meanwhile, freezes for a second as her mouth goes dry. “Help you… put on your uniform?” she asks, feigning a need for clarification when she’s really just processing. She’s seen Angela in her Mercy uniform before, of course, but not only has it been a while; Fareeha has always struggled to hide her reactions to the suit from Angela.

She remembers Angela briefly mentioning slight disdain for the suit. She hadn’t liked the combination of aesthetic with her codename, thinking it pretentious and not wanting to be viewed as such. (Although, Fareeha had called her “Angel,” one day and made the doctor flush bright red. Angela had avoided her gaze for ten minutes, restless and squirmy, and Fareeha stored that information away for later use.)

How was Fareeha to explain, then, that the first time she had ever touched herself had been to the image of Angela in said uniform?

So, she never did, and now her breath is catching just at the idea of seeing Angela in uniform once more. Her responding “sure” is drawn-out because of it, hesitant, which causes Angela to look at her with some concern.

“Well,” Fareeha continues at the questioning gaze, “you’ve just… never needed my help before.” It’s not a lie, even if it isn’t the main reason for her hesitancy.

Angela lets out another shaky sigh and turns in Fareeha’s arms to face her. She runs her hands over Fareeha’s strong shoulders, up her neck and back down her arms, more to soothe herself than anything. “You make me feel stronger,” she admits, “and right now, I feel very… scared.”

Fareeha moves her hands to the small of the doctor’s back, bringing her in securely. “Habibti… you don’t have to do this.” She’s made sure that the doctor knows her options on this, but now she’s afraid that Angela has been simply burying her true feelings on the matter. “You don’t have to go.”

Something hardens in Angela’s eyes, and it catches Fareeha off guard. “I almost lost you, because I wasn’t there, Fareeha. Do you not realize that?” She takes a step back from the soldier, though she stays close and keeps her hands on Fareeha’s shoulders. “I could not possibly put myself through that again. Please don’t ask me to do so.”

Oh. It hits Fareeha then, the underlying cause for all of this. Her left foot aches suddenly, but she ignores it and instead lifts a hand to cup Angela’s cheek. “Then… we won’t go.” Angela’s eyes widen slightly. “Winston, Jack, everyone would understand if I weren’t to return to active duty; they’ve offered it multiple times. I don’t have to go, either.”

Angela gives her a soft, teary-eyed smile. “You would drown without serving, my love, and you know it. I knew from the beginning what it would be like, dating a soldier. I signed up for this.”

Fareeha’s eyebrows crinkle together. She knows, deep down, that Angela is right, in that retiring now would eat away at her inside. But still…

“I’ll be fine, Fareeha. I’m just... anxious, but just having you by my side calms me.” She sighs and steps back into Fareeha, tucking her head under the soldier’s chin snugly.

Fareeha’s lips purse together. “Then I’ll always be by your side. We’ll do this together, and everything will be fine.” Another throb comes from her non-existent foot, and she wonders briefly which one of them she is trying to convince.

Angela pulls back with a soft smile. “Thank you, darling. So, you’ll help me?”

The heat immediately attacks Fareeha’s face again, when Angela gestures to the black case, still on the counter, closed but unlocked. “Of course,” she says, and in her attempt to make sure she doesn’t sound over-eager, she ends up sounded stilted and flat.

Angela cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Fareeha repeats before shaking her head lightly. “Yes, love. Come on, then.” She tugs at the hem of Angela’s shirt before stepping away and opening the case.

She can hear the doctor’s breath catch at the sight of her weapon and uniform, and she ignores how her own breath does the same. She is afraid, Fareeha reminds herself. Now is not the time.

The process is intentionally slow, punctuated by Fareeha poking Angela into giggles on occasion to keep things light. Small kisses are exchanged on necks, shoulders, arms, and cheeks as they maneuver Angela out of her street clothes and into her uniform. By the time they are done, there is a familiar, happy warmth emanating between them.

“Well,” Angela starts, taking a step back, “how do I look?”

Fareeha freezes as she tries to think of the proper way to answer that.

Because Angela looks as amazing as she always has, of course. She is the spitting image of the small magazine poster Fareeha had always kept hidden beneath her mattress as a teenager. Fareeha rubs the back of her neck and takes a deep breath.

“Honestly, Angela, you look wonderful. Beyond so,” she settles on, awe apparent in her voice.

Angela blushes for a moment before standing up straighter, reaching a hand out toward Fareeha in one of her signature poses, and using her Official Agent Mercy voice to say, “The doctor is in!”

Angela’s breath hitches, her arm faltering slightly when she sees Fareeha’s jaw drop and her eyes go dark. She breaths out an Arabic word that Angela has come to know as some sort of curse, though she’s not sure of the exact translation.

Oh.

“Fareeha,” she says in an incredulous, teasing tone, dropping her Mercy voice. “You rather like me as Mercy, don’t you?” She raises an eyebrow and steps back into Fareeha’s space.

The soldier, in response, blushes the reddest Angela has ever seen her. She scrambles to think of the least embarrassing way out of this situation, but her pulse is pounding in her ears and she can hardly think beyond the fact that Mercy is right in front of her.

In her silence, Fareeha’s eyes wander along Angela’s body, and the doctor doesn’t miss it. Earlier dilemma now forgotten, an idea sparks in her head.

“Fareeha,” she repeats, stepping up once more so that their faces are inches apart. She looks up into deep brown eyes and puts on her Mercy voice again, “Do you need me to take care of you?”

This is the stuff of 15-year-old Fareeha’s wet dreams. Her shoulders tense, eyes focusing on Angela’s lips. She only manages to whimper out a soft, “Fuck,” before Angela has pulled her down into a kiss by her hair.

Angela has been known to be stubborn, to talk back, to be a brat, but this is new territory for them. When Angela feels Fareeha’s hands on her waist, she pushes the soldier away until she topples back onto the bed, staring up at her with wide eyes.

Usually, Fareeha was the one to take the lead, and while Angela had her moments, she’d never felt this much control over Fareeha before. Her heart thrums with the rush of power, and she feels her ears and cheeks burning as badly as the space between her thighs. “You’ll need to undress for me,” she continues, Mercy tone faltering for just a moment, “so that we can conduct a proper examination.”

Fareeha sits up and immediately pulls her shirt over her head. She feels like a teenager, fumbling and eager for their first time. Tossing her shirt across the room, she stands in order to start unbuckling her pants, but Angela’s hand on her stomach makes her freeze.

Angela trails the tips of her fingers across Fareeha’s skin, running along the defined lines of her abs and the V that disappears into her belt. She hums softly while Fareeha’s breath hitches. Sliding her hand up into Fareeha’s sports bra, Angela helps her slip it over her head. The doctor’s slim hands then take their time trailing over and caressing Fareeha’s chest.

Fareeha sways a bit in place, jaw dropping with a whimper as Angela lightly pinches one of her nipples. That hand moves to palm and squeeze her full breast, while the other hand pinches the other nipple and tugs. Fareeha cries out a moan as she’s pulled flush against Angela once more. She forces her eyes open—didn’t even realize she’d closed them in the first place—to see Mercy’s gaze inches from her own.

“The problem doesn’t appear to be of the upper body,” Mercy says to her, breath ghosting over her lips. “We’ll have to continue the examination. Please remove the remainder of your clothing now.” And then she’s stepped away again.

God, is this how Angela felt whenever Fareeha teased her, dragged out their sessions? Her head is clouded, only aware of Angela—Mercy—in front of her and the throbbing heat in her underwear. Vaguely, she registers the order she’d been given and moves to follow it, but her body is moving clumsily and it takes her longer than she’d like.

Angela takes the time to admire Fareeha, thoroughly amused by the effect she’s had on her soldier thus far. As she waits for Fareeha to fumble her pants and underwear off, she brings a hand up to hide a smirk she can’t hold back. When Fareeha finally finishes and stands up straight, Angela immediately shoves her back onto the bed once more.

With the way Fareeha lands, her wetness is on display for Angela to see very clearly. “Well, then,” she breathes, just barely managing to hold onto her exaggerated voice. She looks up to meet Fareeha’s frenzied eyes. “It looks like I’ve found the problem. Time to patch you up, don’t you think?” She feels as if she might be laying it on a bit thick, but her partner seems to be enjoying every bit of it.

Fareeha is barely able to let out a groan before Angela is on her knees, kissing her way up Fareeha’s thighs. She slips a hand into Angela’s hair and whimpers, “Habibti, please.”

Angela shudders, but fights against the way she would normally respond. Instead, she reaches up and moves Fareeha’s hand to her side, holding it there firmly for a moment to portray the message. “Now, now, be patient, and you’ll get a treat when all is said and done.”

“Fuck,” Fareeha says through a chuckle, “this is a treat in itself.”

Angela can’t hold back her own breathy chuckle, but when Fareeha continues to keep her hands still, she resumes her previous activities. Slowly, she kisses her way up the insides of Fareeha’s thigh to the source of the rich smell invading her senses. Absentmindedly, she brushes her hand along the metal prosthesis below the soldier’s left knee, but she was thankfully too distracted from her earlier troubles to resurface.

Fareeha is dripping, the wettest Angela has ever seen her, and she briefly makes a mental note to clean the sheets when all this is done. The wetness has smeared along her thighs where they meet. Angela starts licking up the mess on one side while she reaches a finger out to scoop up a large amount of wetness clinging to Fareeha’s lips. Fareeha lets out a moan as she does so, and Angela lets out her own when she sucks Fareeha’s juices off of her finger.

“Don’t worry, Liebchen,” she says, adjusting her position slightly, “I’m going to take care of you now.”

When Angela licks a long stripe through Fareeha’s wet folds, she has to pin the soldier’s hips down. Fareeha moans loudly, obscenely, and it makes Angela exceedingly wet, herself. She leans back in once she has a grip on Fareeha’s hips and goes to work, licking and sucking up the juices that flow freely from her cunt.

When Fareeha quiets down to heavy pants, Angela moves to focus on her clit, using her tongue as she knows her lover enjoys. Fareeha’s moans start up again, desperate now. As she closes her lips around her clit and sucks lightly, Angela hesitantly trails a finger over Fareeha’s entrance. She pulls back just long enough to say, “Is this--?” but Fareeha cuts her off before she can even finish the question.

“Yes, please,” she nearly cries before dissolving into more Arabic. She doesn’t think she’s been this worked up in her life. She’d thought that sex with Angela couldn’t get any more perfect than what they’d already experienced, but this is only expanding her imagination.

Angela moves forward again to suck harshly on her clit as she simultaneously pushes a finger inside of her. Fareeha isn’t usually a big fan of penetration, but when she’s this worked up, she craves it—and Angela knows her well enough to have predicted it.

Fareeha writhes on the bed, clenching her fists in the bed sheets to keep from grabbing at Angela’s hair. She tries her hardest not to buck her hips throughout the doctor’s ministrations, but it’s extremely hard when she keeps glancing down to see Mercy in full uniform, on her knees between Fareeha’s thighs. “More,” she moans out, and Angela is too caught up in pleasing Fareeha now to keep up the charade.

Angela adds another finger inside Fareeha, moving quickly as her tongue flicks over her clit. She digs her nails into Fareeha’s hip and curls the fingers inside her with each thrust. Looking up, she meets Fareeha’s gaze, and she gets to witness the moment when her soldier falls apart.

Fareeha’s eyebrows raise up and her jaw slackens, letting out Angela’s name in a cry of pure bliss. Her back arches, and her hips thrash twice, so hard that Angela can’t hold her down anymore. Then she calms, her thighs twitching occasionally as Angela slows her continuous ministrations.

When Fareeha lets out a sigh, Angela pulls her fingers out of her still-twitching cunt and gently licks up the mess between her love’s legs. She then raises up onto the bed and climbs up Fareeha’s body to lay across her.

She rests her wet hand on the sheets beside Fareeha while her other starts stroking through her straight, black hair. Fareeha hazily turns to meet her gaze through half-lidded eyes and smiles dopily up at her. Angela can’t help but laugh. “Enjoy yourself, schätzli?”

“Angela, you—” Fareeha cuts herself off with a chuckle of her own. “You realize you just fulfilled a fantasy I’ve had since I was a teenager, don’t you?”

Angela, despite herself, blushes brightly. “I might’ve had the thought, but I didn’t know for sure; I mean, I always had my suspicions, but that’s all they were—”

Fareeha cuts her off with a firm kiss. “I love you, my angel,” she says when she pulls back, which rewards her with the sight of Angela’s blush spreading to her ears and neck before she buries her face into Fareeha’s chest. She can only chuckle, before she turns her head and realizes Angela’s hand is right by her face.

Angela lets out a whimper and raises her head when she feels the unmistakable sensation of Fareeha’s mouth around her fingers. The soldier meets her gaze haughtily as she sucks Angela’s fingers clean, her tongue moving deftly around and between the slender digits. When she releases them with a pop, Angela can’t hold back a long moan.

“Now,” Fareeha says as she quickly and smoothly flips them around, “I think it’s time the doctor was taken care of, don’t you, Agent Mercy?”

“Mein Gott,” Angela whimpers before Fareeha sweeps her up in a kiss once more.

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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No “Friend” Left Behind [She-Ra fanfic]

Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Pairing: Catra-centric Catradora, background Glimadora

Rating: T

Summary: Things used to be so much easier... then Adora had to go and ruin everything. Now, Catra's world has been turned upside-down, and she has to figure out how to survive without her... "best friend" by her side. She's a survivor, though. She survives. No matter what. aka Episode 9: No Princess Left Behind from Catra's standpoint.

Chapter: 1/1

Things used to be so much easier.

Like, yeah, it had sucked to always feel like she was simply following behind Adora, when she was never given an actual chance to prove herself. It was never fun to always be on the receiving end of Shadow Weaver’s beratement, either. But at least Catra had known what to expect.

There was a sort of… contentment in routine. Adora would get praised, Catra’d get in trouble, and Adora would be there to defend her and make her feel better afterwards. It was fine.

Thinking about the future used to be easier, too. She’d known what it was going to look like: Adora would end up Force Captain, since she was the favorite, but it would be okay, because Catra would be her second-in-command. Their team would grow more cohesive; Lonnie would learn to respect her like the soldier she was; Kyle would up his game; and she wouldn’t be the outcast anymore. Things would be better. They just had to survive, first.

But Adora had to go and ruin everything.

Stupid, best-friend-stealing princesses, brainwashing Adora into thinking that the people who’d raised her, her family, was suddenly wrong for her. Like, okay, it probably hadn’t been the most… objectively-healthy upbringing, with Shadow Weaver’s mind games and all, but she’d had it a hell of a lot better than Catra had. Shadow Weaver obviously cared for her—albeit in her twisted way—and thought her worthy of a leadership role, even after she’d run away. Hadn’t it been Adora who’d promised her, all those years ago, that it didn’t matter what the Horde did to them as long as they had each other?

So, what did that mean, now that Adora had left her? If they didn’t have each other anymore… was it really okay for the Horde to treat Catra like they had been?

“Adora defected,” she’d said, “and I’m starting to think she had the right idea.” It hadn’t been a lie, as much as she was trying to get under Shadow Weaver’s skin at the time.

But… there was no way the princesses at Bright Moon would accept and forgive her like they apparently had Adora. She wasn’t a secret princess, and she couldn’t use a magic sword to turn into a legendary giant lady. They already had Horde intel with Adora on their side, along with the stupid Princess Alliance they were trying to form.

But Hordak said she was useful. Hordak said she was fit to be Force Captain, that it was not her fault she’d failed to shine so far, but Shadow Weaver’s. Hordak believed in her.

She couldn’t be any good for the princesses… but she could be good for the Horde.

So, Catra stayed, surviving as she usually did, but now with a shiny badge on her chest. She forgot it was there quite often, actually. When light glanced off of it and caught her eye, it served as a reminder that she was where she was needed—where she was wanted.

And, okay, so maybe Scorpia wanted her a bit… too much. So, what if Catra was kind of leading Scorpia on? It’s not like it was Catra’s fault if her fellow Force Captain looked too deeply into the whole… princess-dance-thing. When she’d seen the blush on Scorpia’s face that night, yeah, she’d had a niggling feeling that maybe they were doing a bit too much for what was supposed to be a mission; but, if they were going to convince everyone that they were only there because Scorpia had been invited, it was necessary.

That’s what she told herself, at least.

“Is this what love feels like?” she’d said to Adora, slinging her arm over the weird, purple princess’s shoulder. She hadn’t wanted to admit that it had hurt, and she definitely wasn’t going to acknowledge the sick feeling she’d gotten at Adora’s expression as she’d said it.

Nope. Not going there.

Adora deserved every barb Catra could throw her way, verbally and otherwise. Distracting her so that Scorpia could steal her new… friends away had been an easy enough task. After one night, she’d successfully captured two Rebellion soldiers, one of them an actual princess.

She felt on top of the world.

Finally, she was able to prove her worth. She’d done more for the Horde than anyone had been able to do before, even Shadow Weaver, herself.

Catra smirked down at the unconscious princess held in Shadow Weaver’s Black Garnet trap. “What does she even see in you?” she mused aloud, half-wishing the princess were awake so she could garner a reaction as she twirled Adora’s magic sword in her hand. “You’re weak. You could never protect her. Why would she want you fighting beside her, when she could have me?”

Catra stopped herself, hearing her own tone shift from mocking to angry.

Jealous.

And she was not going go there.

She shook her head, then jumped a bit as the door to the Black Garnet chamber opened. Shadow Weaver stepped through, ignoring her presence as she moved to place her hands on the giant gem.

Catra smirked again. Well, if she couldn’t get a rise out of the princess… this would do.

She laughed loudly, borderline obnoxiously. “Check this thing out,” she said, glancing at her reflection in the blade of the sword. “You’ve got to admit, Shadow Weaver: in a single mission, I inflicted more damage on the Rebellion than anyone else.” She waved the sword through the air, flaunting it obviously. “I succeeded where even you… failed.”

But Shadow Weaver still didn’t acknowledge her. Catra narrowed her eyes before turning back to the sword, trying to think of another line to use.

Before she could speak again, however, Hordak’s voice boomed from behind her. “Shadow Weaver.”

Yes, Catra thought. It was time to hear the praise she’d rightfully earned.

“I commend you on the capture of the Princess of Bright Moon. Queen Angella has been given until the morning’s moonrise to surrender herself to our forces.”

Catra smirked. She would surely be commended once all of her work had been reported.

“Thank you, Lord Hordak,” Shadow Weaver replied. “I thought you would be pleased with my work.”

Catra’s heart fell.

No. Surely, Hordak would call her out on the obvious lie. It had been her plan; Shadow Weaver hadn’t had a clue of what Catra had been doing.

But that wasn’t what happened. “You have proven your worth to me... today.” The screen cut off as suddenly as Hordak had appeared.

…What was that?

“Your worth?” Catra nearly screamed. “I’m the one who brought back the Princess of Bright Moon, not you!”

“You’re under my command, Force Captain.” That title had never sounded so demeaning to Catra before. “Therefore, anything you manage to do right is credited to me.” She reached out and snagged the sword from Catra’s now-slack hand.

Catra clenched her fists. She could feel her heart pounding harshly in her chest. “So, I do all the work, and you get the glory?”

“Sometimes, that’s just the way of things,” Shadow Weaver said, her tone as patronizing as the palm she placed on Catra’s cheek.

As if she were a child.

Catra had no words. It wasn’t like she could go straight to Hordak and try to correct him. She’d be seen as nothing but insecure, wanting attention and praise… and even if that was what she craved, she’d be damned if she let Hordak know that.

She stormed out of the Black Garnet chamber. Pacing the halls of the compound, she had to seriously fight to not simply lash out and scratch the walls around her. She didn’t even know how much time had passed before alarms starting ringing throughout the compound.

Catra clenched her fists. Without seeing anything, she could already tell what was happening. She should have been expecting it, honestly; of course, Adora wasn’t going to just wait for the Bright Moon Queen to hand herself over.

She reluctantly made her way back to Shadow Weaver’s chamber. “Do you want me to go get her?” she asked through gritted teeth to her commander’s back.

“No,” Shadow Weaver said, facing the captured princess. “I’ve already ordered teams to capture Adora and the princesses she’s arrived with. Without the sword,” she summoned it out of the shadows on the ground as she spoke, and Catra only just noticed that the princess seemed to be awake, “I’m sure they’ll return successfully.”

The Princess of Bright Moon grunted from her prison. “You’ll… never… win,” she managed, glaring up at Shadow Weaver from her knees.

Shadow Weaver chuckled, leaving the sword on the ground as she turned her attention to the princess. “We’ll see about that.”

Shadow Weaver left the room with short orders to guard the prisoner. Catra nodded with a solute, but slouched as soon as the doors closed. She then glanced over at the princess, who appeared to have fallen unconscious once more.

Catra hummed derisively. Weakling.

Light bounced off the sword on the ground, catching her eye. She studied the distance between the sword and the prisoner before moving to pick up the weapon. “Even if you can’t move much,” she said aloud, even though she knew she wouldn’t get a response, “can’t risk you getting your hands on it.” Catra walked over and leaned the sword against the wall beside the door, as far away from the princess as possible.

Catra sighed, moving to lean against the wall, herself. She wasn’t good enough to get credit for her work, but was apparently good enough to be trusted with a high-value prisoner.

Whatever.

Soldiers returned with Adora within a half hour, and Catra couldn’t help but sulk a bit as she immediately called out to the princess.

“Glimmer!” she yelled as the soldiers walked her to be restrained. “Glimmer, I’m here!” Catra narrowed her eyes at the nonresponsive princess. “Don’t worry, everything will be okay. I’ll save you!”

Catra scoffed and rolled her eyes. What do you see in her?

She heard a click as the restraints latched around Adora and the table was raised. “What have you done to her?” Adora asked her roughly.

Before she could say anything in return, however, Shadow Weaver reentered the chamber. “Leave us,” she ordered the soldiers as she placed a hand on Catra’s shoulder.

Catra wasn’t expecting another order, especially the particular one that came from behind Shadow Weaver’s mask.

“Report to the Force Captain barracks and pack your things.” Another mission? “Now that Adora is back, there’s no need for you there.”

If Catra’s heart had fallen before, it was now in the pit of her stomach. “Seriously? After everything I’ve done for you, it’s still her you want?”

“I said, go!” Shadow Weaver ordered, barely letting her finish speaking as she tossed her by the arm.

She… honestly couldn’t say she was surprised. Even when things had been easier, she’d known Adora was the favorite. She’d known Adora was the one Shadow Weaver wanted and believed in. But still… locking eyes with Adora across the room, her chest stung with the feeling of inadequacy.

Shadow Weaver ignored her, turning back to Adora and the princess.

Ugh. How could this happen?

Catra made a split-second decision, seeing Shadow Weaver’s attention elsewhere. She discreetly picked up the sword and held it to her chest as she exited the chamber.

Once outside, she leaned against the wall, breathing a bit heavily. There was no way Adora could escape from Shadow Weaver in the condition she and the princess were in, and yet… as she watched her reflection in the blade of the sword, Catra couldn’t help but feel that same belief in Adora she’d always had.

It was annoying.

But, if her old… friend did manage to escape the Black Garnet chamber, well. Catra knew what she would do.

Now, Catra is walking with determined steps. Adora knows the Fright Zone, but Catra does, as well. She knows the most likely route Adora would try to take for her escape. Besides, even over the alarms still blaring, she can hear Princess Glimmer’s screams of pain.

“Glimmer, what’s happening?” she hears Adora say worriedly. Catra starts walking toward their voices, unknown feelings bubbling up in her chest.

“I don’t know! I can’t teleport!”

“What?”

The sheer amount of… concern in Adora’s voice sets her off. She can’t really help it; Catra’s had a history of being overly dramatic when she’s upset. So, she starts dragging the blade of the magic-lady sword against the wall as she approaches them.

As she steps out of the shadows, she sees Adora’s eyes narrow. “Catra,” she hears, in that voice she used to hear every day. It was different, though—harsher, in a tone she’d never heard before.

Catra growls, her own gaze hardening as she steps closer to the pair. She glares at the protective arm Adora has around Glimmer, angry at the fear in both of their eyes as she points the sword at them.

She takes a slow, deep breath, before turning the sword over. She extends her reach further, holding it out for Adora to take.

Adora stops, eyes widening a bit in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Take it,” Catra replies, not lessening her gaze one bit.

Adora looks unsure, and Catra ignores the pang in her stomach at the sight. “This is not because I like you,” she says adamantly. This was only so that she could keep her position as Force Captain, so she could truly prove her worth to Hordak, not Shadow Weaver’s.

This has nothing to do with loving Adora.

Absolutely nothing.

Adora’s eyes turn sad for a moment, and Catra feels sick. Glimmer watches the both of them warily, but Catra keeps her eyes on Adora as she reaches out to grasp the sword.

“Catra,” she starts, “I—”

“Just…” she takes another deep breath and looks away, “get out of here.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Adora glance to Glimmer, then raise the sword. “For the honor of Grayskull!” she pronounces, whatever that even means.

The light that shines from Adora and the sword as she transforms is blinding, so Catra quickly decides to use it as her own escape. By the time She-Ra has taken Adora’s place, Catra is hidden away in the shadows once more.

She watches as She-Ra slashes through the door barring them in, as she and Glimmer turn back to look for her. Catra holds her breath as she sees Glimmer reach out to briefly hold Adora’s hand in… comfort.

Bile rises in her throat, but Catra swallows it down along with the rest of her feelings. Adora escapes with Princess Glimmer, and she has nothing left to do but return to her commander.

It doesn’t matter, she tells herself. It doesn’t matter that things are different, now, or harder. She’s a survivor; that’s what she’s always done. Even without Adora… she’ll survive.

Even with her broken heart… she’ll survive.

#spop #catradora #spop fanfic #catradora fic #catra #no friend left behind #complete #oneshot

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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Of Course [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp, background k*ramel but it’s not a thing i promise (mostly a Lena case study)

Rating: T

Summary: Of course. Leave it to Lena Luthor to have the kind of luck that has her newly-found mentor betraying her, kidnapping her, and forcing her to marry the prince of Lena’s nightmares—the one currently courting Kara Danvers. As if she hadn’t already had enough trouble throughout her entire life trying to denounce herself of the Luthor brand, she was now being forced to participate in the takeover of the world. Of course.

Chapter: 1/1

Of course. Of course. Leave it to Lena Luthor to have the kind of luck that has her newly-found mentor betraying her, kidnapping her, and forcing her to marry the prince of Lena’s nightmares—the one currently courting Kara Danvers. As if she hadn’t already had enough trouble throughout her entire life trying to denounce herself of the Luthor brand, she was now being forced to participate in the takeover of the world. Of course.

She hated how good the red dress she’d been given looked on her. She hated everything it represented in that moment, and she hated that it was touching her body. If she’d had any say in the matter, however, she never would have picked such a bright red. And the crown. Lena rolled her eyes as she glanced at the offending garment in the mirror. How terribly gaudy.

When the guards came to retrieve her for the ceremony, she felt her mask slip into place, the one she kept up around people like her mother. She took a deep breath before following them down the hall of the spaceship—and that was taking some getting used to, as well—and into the main chamber. Rhea was waiting for them with a nauseating smirk. One of the guards held out a hand to Lena to escort her to the altar; she could barely hold back an eyeroll as she scoffed, “Yeah, I’m good.”

And then, she was holding hands with the one thing that stood between herself and Kara—well, she supposed in this present moment that there were some decidedly larger things standing in her way. As much as she knew and understood that she had to work with this Mon-El, she couldn’t quite quell the slight ache in the pit of her stomach at the physical proximity to him. She shook her head ever-so-slightly to force herself to tune into what the alien woman before her was saying.

Right when Lena felt as if she were going to puke, Cat Grant decided to make a surprise reappearance and save her marital status for the time being. She couldn’t help but glance over at Mon-El as they were being escorted back to their chambers, and Lena felt Cat Grant’s words echoing in her ears.

The next thing she knew, they were escaping—and rather successfully, at that. When she finally found a purpose for that terrible crown, she stumbled a bit, because Mon-El had gone and said something stupid like, “I see why Kara loves you.” So, of course, Lena had immediately been reminded of the fact that the love she received from Kara was not the kind she wanted. Her jealousy flared, and it was difficult to force herself back into the current moment. She mustered up a, “Likewise,” in return before continuing their escape, telling herself to refocus on the situation.

And then Kara showed up, and Lena immediately felt that stupid, dopey smile that she always got around Kara take over her face—but then Mon-El was stepping forward, and Kara wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. Lena’s expression fell quickly. She saw Kara glancing back and forth between the two of them like a confused puppy.

“Uh, Kara Danvers sent me to get you,” Kara rushed to explain.

Surprisingly, the words weren’t what broke Lena; it was the way Kara immediately turned to look at Mon-El as if he put the sun in the sky. Lena suddenly felt completely exhausted. She looked down at her shoes as she made a hasty exit, accidentally brushing shoulders with Kara on the way out.

Kara did nothing.

But her mother was here to save her, supposedly. That was something, possibly. She never knew if she could really be off-guard with Lillian and be safe simultaneously.

As they walked to complete their escape, Lena’s mind immediately went back to Kara. She shouldn’t have been so disappointed. She wasn’t dating Kara. In fact, Kara was most certainly dating someone that was the complete opposite of Lena, so there was no way she would ever even have a chance, if that was Kara’s type.

Plus, there’s the whole fact that Lena had known that Kara was Supergirl for months, now, and Kara still hadn’t informed her, herself. Every time they had another intimate moment—both with Kara and Supergirl—Lena would start thinking, this is it. She’s going to tell me. But she had been left disappointed every time.

Sometimes, she considered simply confessing to Kara that she knew; God knew the poor girl needed one less secret to—“What are you doing, Mother?” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could control them, but her stomach was rolling intensely again as she was transported back to Earth without warning.

“Humans only, dear,” Lillian replied, before contacting Alex and telling her it was okay to fire the positron cannon that would evaporate the Daxamite Mothership… and everyone on it.

It took Lena a moment to process the words. She felt as if all the breath had left her, as if she were going to implode with emotion—anger at her mother’s prejudice, longing for Kara, anxiety for her safety… But Kara would figure something out. Supergirl always survived, even when it wouldn’t seem as if Kara Danvers could. She prayed she would find a way out of this, as well.

Her heart skipped as someone else was transported to the warehouse. When only Mon-El appeared, however, all her breath left her with a shrill, “Where’s Supergirl?”

“Supergirl stayed up there!” Mon-El said. Lena had never wanted to throttle him more severely.

But then the cannon itself exploded. And well, Lena went a bit numb after that. She didn’t remember much about how she got to her apartment, past the paparazzi and up the elevator; but she was somehow aware enough to strip out of the red dress, scrub her skin clean under a scalding hot shower, find clean clothes, and pour three glasses of whiskey.

Eventually, she stopped downing each drink in one go and took a glass to the couch. As she sat down, she noticed that obnoxious red mocking her from her peripheral vision. She studied it harshly, as it now lay rumpled on the floor. It was useless, now. It had no power over her. Lena narrowed her eyes as she started to contemplate whether to donate the dress to charity, sell it for money to use as a donation to charity, or burn it.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and her mother, of all people, stepped through. Half-drunk and heartbroken, she only had about 12% control on what she said, for a while. But once Lillian proposed her idea for the lead dispenser…

This was the second time Lillian had been kind to Lena in a row, but she still couldn’t fully trust her. After all, she had tried to get Kara vaporized. She didn’t really care about how Lena felt.

However… it was a good idea.

Of course, this meant that Lena had to see Kara again, very soon—much sooner, in fact, than she really was comfortable with. But she wanted to make sure that she was giving full disclosure, lest she be suspected as the villain once again. So, she and her mother met with Superman and Supergirl to tell them about their idea for the device.

Seeing Kara was difficult, extremely so. She looked exhausted, and that crinkle looked like it might have become permanent. Lena’s heart ached for her, even more so when she saw the moment Kara realized that she might have to sacrifice Mon-El for the sake of the planet. Her jealousy at Kara’s feelings for him was dampened down by the incredibly uncomfortable feeling of causing Kara pain.

Kara told them to go ahead in developing the device, though. Lena wanted so badly to reach forward and grasp Kara’s arm in comfort—but she wasn’t Kara right now. She was Supergirl, and Lena Luthor, as Kara knew her, would not reach out to Supergirl like that. So, she resisted the urge, feeling sick at the entire situation.

Something in her gut told her to make sure only Kara could switch on the lead device, and she was proud of her instincts for a moment when Lillian tried to activate it before they had planned. Always so hasty. It was one of her few predictable traits. Lena fought hard to hide a smirk at the small win. She would take it, though.

It’s unfortunate, Lena thought, that Kara ended up having to use the device, after all. As much as she loathed the frat boy out of jealousy, he didn’t deserve this—and Kara most definitely did not. Kara could never do anything to deserve such heartbreak; Lena was sure of it.

She desperately wanted to reach out to her over the next week, but she had no clue how to do so. What does one say to their best friend/love interest who just lost their slightly-emotionally-abusive significant other because he was part of a race of aliens that were trying to take over the world? Eventually, she decided that she would let Kara have some space.

However, the day after she made this decision, Agent Danvers stopped by her office (Lena had returned to work the day after the entire fiasco, of course). She looked almost nervous as she took the offered seat in front of Lena’s desk. “How can I help you, Agent Danvers?” she started. “I’ve already given my statements to the relevant departments regarding the… Daxamites.” Her voice had caught ever-so-slightly before the name of the alien race that had kidnapped her. She loathed the way it still affected her so.

“Oh, no,” Alex replied with an awkward laugh, “that’s not what—um, I’m here on more… personal business?” Lena raised an eyebrow, relaxed back in her chair, and motioned for the elder Danvers to continue. “It’s about Kara.”

Lena sat forward immediately, at that. “Is she all right?” She almost cringed at the slightly desperate tone in her voice, but Alex didn’t point it out.

“No, yeah, she’s fine! Well, I mean… I guess it really depends on how you define ‘fine…’”

Lena held back a huff. “Alex, what’s going on with Kara?”

Alex seemed to deflate in front of her. “Well, you know that she was dating that Daxamite, Mon-El… who kind of ended up having to leave the planet. And I’m pretty sure she’s told you some things about their relationship, which is—er, was—pretty, uh, turbulent, to be quite honest. So, she’s just kind of… lost?”

Alex leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. She ran a hand through her hair and finally met Lena’s gaze. Lena held back a flinch at the open way in which Alex was looking at her, the high-intensity emotions making her uncomfortable.

Alex sighed a bit before continuing. “You’re… the only other one who was there, with her, with…” Him. She didn’t have to say it, but she gestured vaguely off to the side, anyway. Lena nodded to show her understanding. “So, I think you’re really the only one who she’ll be willing to talk to, right now.”

Lena felt the beginnings of a blush coming on. She sat back a bit in her chair, opposing Alex’s stature. She shook her head. “She hasn’t reached out to me once. I’m not sure you’re right with this.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Kara is… such a giving person that she never wants to burden anybody else with her problems. She has a really hard time asking people for help.” It made sense, Lena realized. Who else could be so selfless to become Supergirl? “But I promise you. I know her. You’re her best shot at healing, right now.”

Lena bit her lip in thought, swiveling back and forth in her chair a bit. “I wouldn’t even know what to say, or how to behave… whether to text her or call her, or…” Her brain was kind of going into overdrive, short-circuiting at the thought of seeing Kara before she had fully processed how to feel about her.

“Honestly,” Alex interrupted, “all you have to do is show up at her apartment around at least a vague resemblance of a dinner time, with at least five cartons of takeout, and she’ll either eat it all in one bite, collapse crying into your arms gratefully, or kiss you.” She gave a light chuckle at her joke, but Lena had to force herself not to choke at the image.

“Five cartons of takeout. Got it. Wait.” She leaned forward again, palms flat on the desk in front of her. “What kind of takeout? Chinese? Italian? Thai? Pizza?” She had only been to Kara’s apartment to hang out a mere handful of times, and it had definitely been a while since their last get-together. Lena could feel herself becoming increasingly frazzled.

“Literally anything, Lena. You know Kara. You’ve seen her eat.” Alex laughed more openly this time, which helped Lena let out a more genuine chuckle in response. “So, are you down?” She was much more relaxed, now that Lena had become decidedly less tense.

Lena said, “Yes, of course,” before she gave it a single thought. It didn’t stop there, either; words that she couldn’t stop just kept tumbling out of her mouth. “I’ll go over to her apartment tonight, then.” Her heart raced as the reality sunk in.

“Okay.” Alex smiled widely. “That’s great. Thank you, Lena. I really appreciate it. And, um,” she shifted in her seat, “I also wanted to know… how are you? I mean, are you processing everything okay? Did you need someone to talk to?”

Lena immediately thought of the glasses of whiskey she’d been looking forward to drowning herself in that night. She didn’t know how to respond, but Alex continued talking with a kind, serious tone.

“I know we’re not close, or anything, but it appears that our lives are going to be intertwined in some way, no matter what. I’d like to be your friend. I guess what I’m trying to say,” she jokingly rolled her eyes at herself as she smiled, “is that I’m here if you need me.” Alex tucked some of her red-brown hair behind her ear, in a move that instantly reminded Lena of Kara.

Honestly? Lena had no clue how to act in response to such open kindness. She had fumbled her way through these kinds of situations before, with Kara, but for now, she was at a complete loss for what to say.

But Alex didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes shined with understanding. She knew about Lena’s relationship with her mother, how she had never been given kindness without the expectation of something in return. It was clear that she was being patient and letting Lena work through her emotions to say what she wanted to say.

Lena’s heart felt… fuller.

“I…” Lena coughed to clear her throat a bit. “I think it goes without saying that I greatly appreciate the offer, Alex. And I would truly love to be your friend, as well.” She found a smile slowly growing on her face at the prospect. “I, um… I’ve been coping. Probably not in the healthiest of ways,” she looked down at her fidgeting hands, “but I’m… managing. It was definitely a… difficult experience.” She looked back up to Alex with a shrug and a hint of a smile.

Alex hummed, mirroring Lena’s posture. “It was… a very emotional time. Nights are hard. If you ever find yourself in need of some company,” she said as she pulled out a business card, writing her personal number on the back of it, “feel free to call me, any time. It helps to talk about what happened with someone who shared in the experience, sometimes. I’m sure Kara would love to talk with you too, though. It’s completely up to you, but here.” She handed the card to Lena, who took it with a hint of astonishment.

The Danvers sisters were like no one else Lena had ever met.

“Thank you, Alex,” she said softly, with as much genuineness as she could inflect in her words. “This really means… so much to me. Thank you.” She looked up at Alex’s blurry figure to realize that her eyes were starting to tear up. She hastily blinked the wetness away and smiled openly at the agent in front of her.

“It’s really no problem, Lena. I should let you get back to work, but I mean it—call me any time.” She smiled again as she stood, but paused a bit before she moved away. “Um… you’re probably used to this from my sister, but—can I hug you?”

A laugh escaped Lena’s throat before she even realized it was there. She found herself standing and walking around her desk, into Alex Danvers’s open arms.

Honestly, it wasn’t quite as nice as one of Kara’s hugs, but it was wonderful all the same.

Work was a blur after Alex left. She’d been so distracted about going to see Kara for dinner that she didn’t really remember doing anything else besides telling Jess to free up her schedule beyond five o’clock that evening. The next thing she knew, it was 6:30, and she was carrying two bags containing a massive amount of pot-stickers and other assorted Chinese foods down the hall to Kara Danvers’s apartment.

Her heart was beating rapidly. When Kara opened the door almost immediately after Lena knocked, she wondered if the Kryptonian had been able to hear it pounding against her chest.

“Lena! Hi!” Kara said, looking slightly bewildered to see her, but smiling widely nonetheless. “What are you doing here? I mean, not that you’re not welcome here, of course—come in!” She waved her in, continuing to ramble as she did so. “You’re welcome here any time, I hope you know that—well, I mean I guess you do know that, since you came over right now without asking—which is totally okay! I love that you came! Honestly, I—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupted gently. She could feel the adoring smile on her face, that same stupid one she got when Kara showed up on the Daxamite ship. “I honestly just wanted to see you. I’ve missed you, and a lot has happened… I just wanted your company. Obviously, I’ve brought compensation-slash-bribery, as well.” She held up the bags of takeout, which Kara scrambled to take for her.

“Oh, trust me,” Kara replied as she set the food down and went about grabbing forks, “while food is always accepted and appreciated, bribery to spend time with you is never necessary.” Kara paused after she seemed to have gotten all of the necessary equipment. She took a quick, deep breath that moved her shoulders as she stood and fully met Lena’s gaze. She smiled softly before opening her arms, and Lena gratefully fell into them.

Honestly, there was nothing like a hug from Kara Danvers to make her feel both vulnerable and invincible simultaneously. She could feel herself practically melt into the embrace, her heart calming against Kara’s strong chest. Kara had her right hand between her shoulder blades, and her left hand was slowly, softly, comfortingly moving up and down her lower back.

She wished she could have this every day.

Eventually—probably after longer than what would normally be appropriate—Kara released Lena from the warmth of her arms. She looked down at Lena with a soft smile. “Would you want to watch something while we eat? Or we could talk and catch up a bit?” she asked as she started setting the boxes out by the couch.

Lena’s heart started to quicken again at the prospect of talking—any time she talked to Kara, it seemed that she spilled her emotions out all over the floor. She would rather not take over the night like that quite yet, not when she truly had missed Kara’s healing presence and company. So, she followed Kara to the couch and suggested that Kara pick out a movie for them to watch.

Halfway through the movie, however, Lena noticed that Kara wasn’t even looking at the screen; she was just staring at some point in space in front of her. She reached out and touched a hand to Kara’s shoulder, ever-so-gently.

The superhero didn’t jump, but she did turn to face Lena very quickly. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” Lena asked before worrying her lip. “Of course, considering the recent events, you’re most likely not okay.” Lena sighed at herself, withdrawing her hand. “I mean to say—how have you been? I’ve wanted to check in on you for a while, but I didn’t quite know how.”

Kara simply stared at her for a moment, before her face slowly crumpled as a sob escaped. Lena reached out again immediately, bringing Kara close to her and holding her tightly as she cried into her chest.

When her sobs died down, Lena didn’t stop rubbing her hand over Kara’s arm or holding her in place. She felt them both relax into each other. It was… content.

“Thank you,” Kara nearly whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.

“It’s no bother at all, Kara,” Lena assured her. “You’ve been there for me countless times. I think it only makes sense that I be here for you, as well. Besides,” she cleared her throat a bit, causing Kara to shift so that she could see her face better while still laying against her, “I’ve been… struggling with some of these events, as well. I think, maybe, we could be there for each other, right now.” It came out as more of a question, but Kara was smiling at her, so it couldn’t have been too bad.

“That would be perfect, Lena. Honestly, you’re about the only person I can fully tolerate seeing right now. I can’t even be around Alex for too long before I get… tense and agitated. But with you, well….” She smiled before snuggling back into her embrace with Lena.

She had to hear the way Lena’s heart was fluttering, even without using super-hearing.

Speaking of superpowers…

“I know you’re Supergirl,” came out in a whisper before she could stop it. Apparently, some part of her had decided that she was going to confess her knowledge of Kara’s alter ego today. It would have been nice if the rest of her had been given a warning.

Kara’s head shot up off of Lena’s chest. “Wait, what?” she said with a forced scoff. She waved her hand through the air. “Lena, come on.”

Lena stared at her flatly before reaching forward and yanking down the column of buttons on her shirt, parting them to put the Supergirl emblem on full display. Kara was left agape for a long moment.

“I’ve known for months now, Kara,” Lena confessed gently. “I was waiting for you to tell me, but after almost losing you, I—” Crap. Here she was again, drowning the floor in her word vomit. “I knew that I just had to be as truthful with you as possible, to have the best relationship with you that I could possibly have before something happens to take it all away.” She rolled her eyes at herself before looking down at her hands. “I’m trying to stop holding everybody that cares for me at arm’s length.”

Kara didn’t say anything. Lena saw her glance over to the television, where the credits of the movie were rolling. Kara turned the television and DVD player off before turning to Lena and finally speaking. “It’s late. Do you want to stay over tonight?”

At the mention, Lena couldn’t stop a yawn from stretching her mouth open. Kara giggled and continued, “Yeah, you’re tired. Let me get you something more comfortable and less tear-stained to wear. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch, but I get the feeling that…” she paused, causing Lena’s breath to stop as well. Kara bit her lip and sighed. “I think we both might sleep a bit better with someone else next to us. Don’t you think?” She fidgeted with her glasses as she waited for a response.

Honestly? The offer sounded absolutely wonderful. Sleeping with Kara next to her would probably make her wake up feeling amazing. She felt a bit of guilt at not sharing her feelings for Kara, as well—as if she were taking advantage of her by accepting her offer. But, honestly, Kara had offered, and Lena would never do anything that Kara was uncomfortable with.

“I would greatly appreciate it, Kara. Thank you,” she finally responded, softer than she normally would. She saw a warmness cover Kara’s expression at the sound of a message meant for her ears only.

Soon, Lena had changed into a pair of Kara’s sleeping pants, which hung low on her hips and past her feet, and an oversized t-shirt Kara claimed had magical powers.

It smelled like her.

They got into bed once Kara turned the lights off, facing away from each other. Lena was suddenly surrounded with that same smell of Kara, and she wished she could stay here every night.

She heard Kara turn over behind her. “Hey, Lena?” she said softly, as if Lena could have fallen asleep so quickly.

Lena turned over to face Kara, in return. “Yes, Kara?” she replied, just as softly.

In the darkness, Kara was just barely outlined in the silver-blue moonlight peeking through the window blinds. Her glasses were off, but Lena still saw Kara Danvers. And she was absolutely beautiful.

Then Kara lightly placed a hand on Lena’s jaw, catching her completely off guard. It was the most intimate touch Lena had received from her to date. It took her breath away.

Kara stroked her thumb over Lena’s skin before continuing. “I want you to know that I love you. So much. And if it hadn’t been for…” she paused, closed her eyes, and shook her head. Lena placed her own hand over Kara’s to hold it in place and show that she understood what she meant. Mon-El. “…well, who knows what could have happened by now with us. But now, things got so… so messed up, and I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t wait for me.”

Lena was extremely confused. A roller coaster of emotions ran through her at the mini-speech Kara gave. She gripped Kara’s hand tighter, but the superhero was still talking.

“I don’t want you to wait for me to get my head together and waste your time on me. I just want you to do whatever makes you happy. Okay?” She looked at Lena with her eyes shining gray in the moonlight.

“Of course,” Lena whispered with another squeeze to Kara’s hand on her jaw, “but, just so you know, I’d wait forever for you and still be happy just to be your friend.” She gave a small smile, which Kara immediately returned.

Kara shifted to press their foreheads together, and Lena could feel the pull of her lulling her to sleep. They brought their hands down off of Lena’s face to meet between them, their feet tangled slightly at the other end of the bed.

Of course, it was the best night’s sleep Lena had ever gotten.

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fic #lena luthor #of course #complete #oneshot #i don't even know how many times i said of course in this fic #but tbh i use it a lot anyways

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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Patriarchy [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Rating: M

Summary: When Lena playfully puts her hand around Kara's throat during a heated make-out session, something changes that Kara can't quite describe.

Chapter: 1/1

Tags/Warnings: Dom!Lena, Sub!Kara, light bdsm

When it started, Kara didn’t really know that something was starting, at the time. She’d been kissing her way down Lena’s neck, as per usual during the little free time they had. And, okay, maybe Kara had been teasing Lena a little too much (she couldn’t resist seeing the usually-stoic CEO become so flustered). But suddenly, Kara was on her back and Lena was above her, pressing her hand into Kara’s throat. Her eyes had been blown black, a feature that had shined as the heiress reached up with her free hand to let her black hair fall free from its bun.

Now, Kara had obviously known that she could have easily sat up, pushed Lena’s hand aside, and resumed control of the situation. They both had known. And yet, neither of them had been quite willing to do it.

Instead, Lena had grinned wickedly down at Kara—probably in celebration at getting the upper hand on a superhero—before letting out a low, gravelly command that had sapped all of Kara’s stubbornness immediately.

“Fuck me.”

Which, I mean, obviously, Kara did without question. She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that her thighs had been soaked without Lena having ever touched her. At least, not that night.

But Kara couldn’t stop thinking about that night for weeks afterward. It drove her crazy. She had gotten to see Lena within those three weeks, sure, but they both had been too exhausted on the nights they had spent together to do anything too… physical. By the time they could schedule some real time together, Kara was surprisingly on edge.

Even Alex ended up pointing this out, the day before their date was scheduled. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she had asked Kara for the sixth time that day. “I know punching things is, like, your job, but you’re getting just a bit too into it for you to be okay.”

Kara had shaken her head as she flew across town for another fight. “Yup, I’m fine. I promise. I just feel—tense.” She had punctuated this last word by landing (literally) a punch on the alien currently running from the police. “Oh, and I really just want to get to my and Lena’s date tomorrow.”

Alex’s groan had carried through Kara’s comm. “Got it. Okay. Gross. Moving on, now….”

But Kara had already apprehended the alien and was flying to a new crime scene.

Now, Kara was in an alley near the L-Corp building, changing out of her Supergirl costume and into her date-night attire. She really had no idea why she was so nervous; she and Lena had had more than a handful of dates over the past several months, were in an established relationship that was going really, really well. But something just felt… different.

Different, indeed, was Kara’s first thought as she walked through the door of Lena’s office. The lights were dimmed, and Lena had already made her normally-glass walls shift to opaque. They had complete and total privacy, once Lena dismissed Jess for the night—well, except for that giant window behind the CEO’s desk that overlooked the entire city. Other than that, 100% private.

Lena was leaning against the front of her desk, right leg crossed over her left. She was wearing a black dress, one that was known amongst them to drive Kara absolutely crazy with the amount of arm, leg, and cleavage it exposed. She had a half-empty glass of red wine in her left hand, and her right arm was slung over her stomach. Kara gulped just inside the closed doorway, as Lena did nothing but stare at her, blank-faced. Her eyes trailed slowly over Kara’s body, causing the short, lightweight dress she was wearing to suddenly feel suffocating.

“I’d like to try something, darling.” The blonde subconsciously straightened her back at the tone in Lena’s voice; that particular pet name was usually reserved for their most intimate, quiet moments. “Well, I’d like to talk to you about something. And then, we can see if we want to try it. Together.”

Kara nodded as Lena took a deep breath. “Yeah! I mean,” she stumbled, stepping further into Lena’s office, “we can talk about anything you’d like! What do you want to talk about? I’m a really good listener.”

Kara didn’t miss the small, fond smile Lena gave her. “I know you are, love. Could we, uh,”—for the first time that night, Lena herself looked nervous as she cleared her throat— “I would like to sit on the couch with you. Please.” She waved her hand in the general direction of said couch, and Kara took her cue quickly.

“The other night,” Lena said—or, rather, let out in one deflating breath—as she sat down, “something… different… happened. Are we in agreement on that?”

Kara felt her heartbeat quicken and fought hard not to listen in on Lena’s, as well. She immediately knew what Lena was talking about, and suddenly the way Lena’s legs were crossed ever-so-delicately in her direction was nearly overwhelming. She could only manage a nod in agreement before forcing her eyes back up to Lena’s own.

“I would like to hear your opinions on it. On… what happened.”

You mean how Niagara Falls decided to jump across time and space to suddenly be located between my legs? was Kara’s initial thought. It’s not what she said, thank Rao. Instead, she just said nothing. At all.

Lena slowly reached a hand out to cover one of Kara’s own. “Did it make you nervous?” Well, that one was easy; she shook her head yes. Lena’s eyes widened a bit before she continued. “Did it scare you?” There was a small moment of hesitation with this one, but Kara nodded once again. “Oh, Kara, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to do anything to make you uncomfortable, and I especially didn’t mean to scare you—we won’t do anything like that again, I promise—”

“Wait, what? No!” Kara was interrupting before she fully realized it. Her hand turned over to grasp Lena’s tightly in assurance. “We don’t—I mean—yeah, it scared me, but you scare me all the time! Wait, I don’t mean—ugh!” Seeing Lena’s confused and worried expression, Kara moved to hold both of the CEO’s hands in her own. “You excite me. And, yeah, it’s a little scary sometimes, but that’s because this is all just so new to me. Honestly, that night, it…” Kara blushed heavily and stared down into her lap, “it drove me insane. I’ve never felt like that before, so… powerless, but also… safe and completely comfortable? I don’t know.”

When she looked back up, Lena was looking at her with those same, black-hole eyes that made Kara’s mouth go dry. She can hear the other woman take in a shaky, grounding breath before that torturous smirk starts slowly growing again.

“So, you want to try again?”

“Yes,” Kara replied, this time without hesitation. She was completely lost in Lena, her heart beating so fast that her chest felt numb.

“Do you want to try more?”

“Yes,” and Kara didn’t know just how much she wanted more, didn’t even think that more existed until now.

Lena’s lips were hovering just centimeters away from Kara’s, now, an ultimate distraction. “What would you like to try?” The words came as a soft wind across Kara’s face that nevertheless startled her, breaking through the haze a bit.

“Uh,” she stuttered, “I’m—I’m not really sure?”

Lena softened a bit, reaching out to toy with Kara’s hair gently. “That’s okay, darling. We should… we should have a safe word. Something you can say if I start to do something that you’re not comfortable with, something that I can hear and know to immediately stop.”

“Potstickers!” Kara blurted out.

Lena’s lips spread in a genuine smile. “Let’s try for something that you’re not a huge fan of, babe.”

“Oh, okay,” Kara said, giggling lightly. “Um, well, how about… patriarchy?” It came out as a question.

Lena smiled at her for a moment longer, pressing an adoring kiss to Kara’s nose. “That’s perfect, love. Now.” She withdrew from Kara completely and stood, walking back over to resume her position in front of her desk. The mood instantly changed, and that feeling was back in Kara’s chest. The tone that Lena set with her next words sent chills down Kara’s spine: “That dress is lovely on you, darling, but I need for you to take it off.”

Kara stared at her blankly for a beat. “Just… just take it off? Right here?”

Lena hummed a bit. “Actually, no. Forget that. Stand, and come here.”

“Okay, I can do that.” Kara obeyed, standing before shakily walking around the couch and towards Lena. When Lena held her palm up, Kara stopped in her tracks, three feet away. “Okay, do I…?”

“Kara, darling,” Lena said, and oh how that pet name was taking on such new connotations as Lena waltzed over to the taller woman, hips swaying tantalizingly, “a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will do, for now, unless you don’t understand. Then, just be patient. I’ll tell you everything you need to know to follow orders.”

Orders. The word should have brought up associations with the DEO, for Kara, but instead it set her body on fire.

“Yes, Lena.”

Lena stopped a foot away, wine glass back in hand as she studied Kara. “Now, slowly, take off that dress.” She raised the glass to her lips and watched Kara expectantly.

So, this is… a thing now, Kara thought to herself. She swallowed her nerves and refused to break eye contact with Lena while she slid the side zipper down past her hip. As she let one strap fall, then the other, she bit her lower lip gently and greatly appreciated the effect her little show was having on the Luthor in front of her. When the dress dropped softly to the floor, Lena’s eyes followed it before slowly trailing back up Kara’s body.

Lena purred, “Good girl,” and Kara has trouble staying upright. She wasn’t wearing matching underwear—as often as they had sex, Kara never assumed that it would happen—and though her underwear was a pretty red lace, her bra had unicorns on it. She always felt embarrassed when this happened, but Lena never mentioned it. Not in a poor light, at least. She still treated Kara like she was Aphrodite. It was kind of perfect.

Lena bit her lip, drawing Kara’s attention from her internal monologue. She went to ask what was wrong, but remembered Lena’s instructions at the last minute.

Lena spoke after another beat, her voice softer, as if they’d pressed pause on the situation. “Remember, if you’re ever at all uncomfortable…”

Kara smiled softly at her girlfriend. “Yes, Lena.” That smile dropped when Lena replied.

“Stand in front of the window.”

Kara gulped. She looked to the window in question. Logically, she knew that no one could see in, even if she was right against the glass; the only other building in the city as tall as L-Corp was CatCo., but that was facing the opposite side of the building. No one would be able to see through the balcony floor, because only she and Clark could do that trick, so… really, it was safe.

It was exhilarating all the same.

Kara paused so long that Lena began to look worried, so she shook her head at herself before obeying her orders. She slowly walked over to the balcony window, trying to put a sway in her step like Lena tended to have. When she reached the glass, she turned around and looked to Lena expectantly.

Lena’s eyes were taking her in hungrily. Honestly, Kara’s underwear was almost useless, at this point. Then, Lena lowly growled out, “No. Turn back the other way.” Kara did as she was told with no hesitation. The sound of Lena’s heels clicking across the floor caused her stomach to flutter with anticipation. She could see dark hair and striking green eyes in the reflection in front of her, directly behind the image of her own partial nudity. Her breath caught in her throat.

Lena slowly pressed against her back, until Kara’s body was pressed flush against the glass of the window. She was shaking under Lena’s touch, roaming hands teasing endlessly. “You can see them, can’t you?” Lena whispered slowly into her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut in response, but Lena growled out, “No. Keep them open,” and she couldn’t disobey. Her eyelids flew back up, and she was looking out onto the balcony, with the sky and National City beyond. “You can see everyone, right?”

“Yes, Lena.”

“Good. Because we’re going to give them a secret show.”

Kara sucked in a sharp gasp as Lena firmly pressed her palm between her thighs, fingers grazing over her clit. Lena’s lips found Kara’s shoulder as she let out a moan at the wetness she found there. She bit down, hard enough to make sure Kara felt something from it, before abruptly taking three steps back.

“Now, I’ll be right back. When I do return, I want you naked in this same spot, do you understand?”

Kara shivered. “Yes, ma’am,” she breathed out immediately. “I mean—yes, Lena,” she corrected.

Lena hummed behind her, before walking back up to place a soft kiss on the back of Kara’s neck. “I like it,” she nearly moaned, distracting Kara so much that she hardly recognized that Lena had disappeared into her private bathroom.

After a couple deep breaths, Kara hurriedly stripped out of her remaining clothing. She kicked the garments off into a corner and fluffed her hair up a bit before turning to face the window anxiously. When the bathroom door opened again, Kara resisted the urge to turn around. Before she knew it, Lena was against her back again, with significantly more skin exposed.

“Now, darling, ready for the performance?” Lena purred into her hair.

Kara couldn’t deny the whimper that escaped her lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, there was a hand on her ass and something vibrating very quickly against her clit and holy—

After Kara came with Lena’s fingers in her mouth and that magical vibrating toy deep inside her, she decided that not being in control wasn’t such a bad thing, sometimes.

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Backwards: Changes, Part 3 [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Rating: E

Summary: Following the events of Naughty, Lena and Kara get the results of a pregnancy test, and, well, they're not too sure how to feel about it. They've done everything backwards until now, so why not have a baby before they've even lived together?

Chapter: 1/1

Part: 3/? (Prev / Next)

This was… good. Things were good. If Lena really thought about it, things were pretty much perfect.

She wasn’t ready for a baby. Regardless of her own personal qualms with furthering the Luthor line, she and Kara had only actually been together for just over a month. They weren’t even living together yet; this was no time to have a child.

But if that was the case, then why didn’t it fill Lena with relief when Alex explained that her body was still adjusting to her change in physiology and therefore wasn’t guaranteed to behave consistently with Kryptonian patterns? Why did the breath she let out at the words “not pregnant” sound like a disappointed sigh instead of a happy chuckle?

Why did she suddenly feel like crying?

Confused as she was, Lena was the first one to respond. “Thank you, Alex,” she said stiffly. She couldn’t even look at Kara right now; she knew exactly the expression that would be on her lover’s face, because it was the one she’d had when she’d realized Lena was not excited at the possibility of being pregnant. “We’ll call if anything else happens.”

“Hey, any time,” Alex replied, clearly and understandably unsure of how to console the two of them. When Lena had first called, she’d sounded like being pregnant was the last thing she wanted, and yet now they were both openly moping about the results. “I’m… sorry if you guys wanted a different outcome.”

Lena opened her mouth to brush it away, ask Kara to take her home so they could curl up in bed and talk all this out, but Kara beat her to it.

“We didn’t,” she said lowly, almost coldly, before reaching out to grab Lena’s hand. “I’ll take her home so she can get some rest.” Then she pulled Lena to her feet and started walking them toward the door without another word.

Lena’s jaw was agape at Kara’s grossly patriarchal display of power. She glanced back to Alex apologetically before turning to glare daggers into the side of Kara’s head. She didn’t say anything, just silently let Kara walk them to the window and fly them back to her apartment, but oh was she fuming.

Kara landed them on the balcony, and Lena immediately took her hand and pulled her inside. Once they had both stepped through the balcony doors, Lena dropped Kara’s hand, spun around, and smacked her palm against Kara’s cheek. Kara, for her part, acted like she actually felt it, while Lena decided to ignore the stinging pain it brought her hand.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, Kara. This is not Krypton, and I am not just some omega for you to tug and order around. The alpha stuff is only for bed. Is that clear?”

Kara bristled. Lena noted the fists clenched at her sides, how they trembled as Kara huffed through her nostrils. Kara squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then forced out a breath through her mouth and relaxed her hands. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” she said, stilted but sincere. She opened her eyes and warily met Lena’s own. “I’m just… upset. Which is no excuse, obviously, but. Can we sit?”

Lena walked over to the loveseat without saying anything, and Kara dutifully followed. Even though she was decidedly mad at her partner, Lena just wanted them to be physically close, right now. This strange empty feeling had been growing inside of her ever since the results of the test left Alex’s mouth, and she craved Kara’s Kryptonian warmth more than usual. Still, she sat facing Kara on the loveseat with her knees pulled up to her chest and silently waited for her explanation.

“We haven’t talked about it,” Kara started, “really talked about it, at least—having kids. But it’s…” She stopped, took a breath, then looked Lena right in the eyes. “It’s super important to me. Not right away, not immediately, and I totally get it if you’re not ready. We’ve known each other for a long time now, but we’ve only really been dating for, like, a month.”

The rambling was nice, if Lena was being honest. It reminded her that this wasn’t just some alpha-male douchebag; this was her Kara, who just so happened to occasionally display such qualities. She knew Kara hated when those behaviors came out just as much as she did.

“I just have to know, Lena. I have to know if you’re going to want kids one day. It’s… kind of a dealbreaker for me. But,” Kara kept pressing on, as if she were afraid of what Lena would say if she was actually given a chance to answer, “even if you wanted kids but don’t want to be pregnant, I totally respect that, too, and I know there are a bunch of options for couples who can’t get pregnant themselves, but if you don’t want that either, I feel like I just need to know—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupted, lifting her mouth from where it had been pressed into her knees, “I’ve always wanted to be pregnant. I’ve always wanted kids.”

She took a deep breath, because that was true. Lena had always wanted kids, but she’d always been terrified of creating another Luthor.

“I’ve known I was a lesbian for a very long time,” she continued, seeing that she’d successfully caught Kara’s attention. “So, I always figured that when I found the right woman, if she didn’t want to be pregnant, then I could have her baby. We’d choose a sperm donor together, and we could have a little mini version of the woman I’d fallen in love with. That way, I would never have to worry about… passing on the Luthor gene.”

Kara’s face fell at that admission, always wanting to reassure her of her goodness, but Lena didn’t want to see it and pressed on. “But honestly, Kara, when Alex said that I’m not pregnant, I—” her voice caught in her throat. She looked everywhere but at Kara. “My heart broke, and it’s because I want to have our child. I don’t want a mini you-and-some-stranger, I want to look at our baby and see each of us in their face, in their voice, in the way they act.”

Lena had been trying, since Kara came into her life, to sincerely believe that she was not inherently bad because of her Luthor bloodline. She really had been. But no matter how hard she tried to believe that, there was a deeply-buried part of her that was still afraid of that side of herself.

But Kara.

Kara was sunshine in a person. Kara was the most genuine, loyal, loving soul Lena had ever met. There was no possible way that any child of Kara Danvers’s could be anything but good.

And in this case, Lena’s faith in Kara outweighed her fear of her Luthor heritage.

Lena finally looked up to meet Kara’s gaze. “Move in with me,” she said, and Kara’s eyes went wide. As she continued to speak, Lena slowly started moving from her current position, unfurling her legs. “You were right when you said that we’ve known each other for a long time now, and if we’re being fully honest, I’ve been in love with you almost as long as I’ve known you.” She moved onto her knees and started scooting closer to Kara in the loveseat. She coaxed Kara to turn towards her, bringing her legs up onto the cushions and leaning her back against the arm rest. Lena sat straddling Kara’s knees as she said, “We’ve done everything backwards until now, anyway. Why try to fix what’s not broken?” She started crawling up Kara’s body until her knees were on either side of the alpha’s hips and their faces were inches apart.

“So,” Lena continued, her voice breathy and her eyes darting back and forth between Kara’s eyes and lips, “move in with me, and let’s make a baby.” She cocked an eyebrow as she waited for Kara’s reaction.

Kara, for her part, was trying her very best to keep up with this barrage of information coming from Lena’s mouth whilst simultaneously being mounted by said woman of her dreams. First having to process that Lena definitely wanted kids, wanted her kids, then that she wanted to live together and—the biggest bomb—start making them, Kara was undergoing quite a rollercoaster of emotions.

“Make a baby?” she repeated dumbly, shaking her head in an attempt to think more clearly.

Lena hummed affirmatively, placing a quick, light kiss on Kara’s lips. “Or two.” Another kiss. “Three tops, though.” Another, but she moved one hand into Kara’s hair and the other around the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. Kara let out a shocked moan before moving her hands to Lena’s hips and returning her kiss.

Lena reached down to slip Kara’s hands off and interlock their fingers, bringing their hands above Kara’s head on the armrest. She pulled away to look down at her and almost lost her breath—Kara looked so beautiful like this, with her face flushed, golden curls splayed out on the cushion, chest moving heavily even though she’s superhuman. Kara could easily flip them over faster than Lena could blink, but she was letting Lena have this control.

God, Lena loved her.

“Is that a yes?” she asked once she’d found her voice again.

Kara let out a breathy chuckle, then a giant smile took over her face. She squeezed Lena’s hands gently before saying, “Of course it’s a yes. This apartment needs to be more livable, anyway. I’ll spice it up for you.”

Lena laughed, briefly pressing their foreheads together. “I want this place to feel like home… like you.” Their smiles softened, and Lena leaned down to kiss Kara again. “Until we find a bigger place, at least.”

Kara gasped as she felt Lena undoing her belt buckle, then once more when Lena used that opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth. She let out a drawn-out moan at the feeling of Lena’s tongue languidly moving against her own. Soon, her cock was pulled free of her boxers and pants, standing proud as Lena’s hand slowly pumped up and down the shaft.

“So,” Lena said as she moved her kisses from Kara’s lips to her neck and ear, “you said that Omegas are super fertile, but can only get pregnant while they’re in heat. However….” She nipped at Kara’s jaw, then sucked long and slow at her pulse point before continuing. Kara moaned at the feeling of her tongue, struggling to listen to what Lena was saying. “Alex said that my body is still adjusting to being an Omega. By my logic,”—wait, when did Lena take her own underwear off?—“that means you should just fuck me raw constantly, and it could happen either way.”

With that, Lena quickly lined Kara’s cock up with her pussy and slowly, smoothly sunk down until her ass hit Kara’s thighs. She moaned at the sudden stretch and could feel her pussy clenching around Kara, whose hands were shaking in Lena’s own as she let out her own groan.

“Fuck,” Lena whined under her breath before raising her voice. “You’re going to be good and stay right there, aren’t you darling?”

Kara growled, so low that Lena felt the vibrations in her own chest, but she nodded. They had only used condoms before, and while Kara loved the feeling of Lena’s mouth around her cock, this was at least ten times better. It was hell, not being allowed to press her hips deeper into her omega, but heaven seeing CEO Lena in her element.

Slowly, Kara’s hands relaxed and stopped trembling. Lena then let go of them and slowly sat up, hissing as she adjusted to the new angle. Kara held her breath with the effort to stay still.

Lena looked down at Kara and raised an eyebrow. Seeing her good behavior, Lena pushed Kara’s shirt up above her chest and started lightly trailing her fingertips along the skin of her chest and stomach. “Here’s how this is going to happen,” she said, slowly starting to rock her hips back and forth on Kara’s cock, “I’m going to ride you until I come, and then,” she rose up and slammed back down, “you’re going to fuck me until you fill me up with your come and your knot.”

Slapping sounds filled the room as Lena started bouncing on Kara’s dick. The occasional “fuck” or “yes” slipped out between the panting breaths each of them released. With every thrust, Lena slammed herself down harder, until she was letting out a low whine with each one.

Kara hesitantly moved her hands from their place clutching the armrest to offer them for assistance. “Can I help?”

“Fuck, yes,” Lena exclaimed, grabbing Kara’s hands and moving them to her own hips. With that, Kara gripped Lena and brought her slamming down onto her dick with more force than Lena could ever generate on her own. One of Lena’s hands reached out to claw at the back of the loveseat as Kara pounded into her pussy over and over again. She’d always loved rough sex, but ever since her first heat, she’d needed things harder than ever before. Kara always knew exactly what it was she needed, though.

Lena reached down to rub quickly at her clit, and within seconds, she was coming with a high-pitched moan, her thighs clenching and pussy throbbing. Kara brought her up and down a few more times before letting her catch her breath. Lena was now hunched over Kara, her hair hanging down like a dark curtain surrounding them. Kara reached up to cup Lena’s cheek, running her thumb along the soft skin beneath her eye.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, prompting a soft smile from Lena. That smile was quickly replaced by a gasp, though, as Kara suddenly flipped them so that Lena was on her back with Kara on top of her. “I can’t wait to see the beautiful babies you make me.” Before Lena could say anything, Kara flipped her over onto her stomach, then drew her back by her hips until she was on her knees.

Lena let out a long moan and stretched, rubbing her wet pussy along Kara’s dick. “Fuck, Kara, breed me, knot me, please.”

Kara could see half of Lena’s face, see how her cheeks were flushed pink with more embarrassment than lust. She moved one hand to rub soothingly along Lena’s back. “Shh baby, you’ll get what you want.” With her other hand, Kara lined her cock up with Lena’s dripping pussy. “You’re always such a good girl for me,” she said before swiftly thrusting in to the hilt.

They both moaned loudly, but Kara didn’t give either of them time to get comfortable before beginning a fast, hard pace. “I’m gonna fill you up with my—my seed,” she said between thrusts, hand still secure in the middle of Lena’s back. “Fuck, and we’re not gonna waste a drop with my knot. You’ll feel so full, baby, so good.”

Lena whined into the armrest of the loveseat, keening back into Kara’s every thrust. She already felt so damn good, but she only wanted more. She could feel the beginnings of Kara’s knot growing at the base of her dick, too. “Yes, baby, my Alpha, please fill me up, I need—” her plea choked off with a half-sob as Kara’s cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck!”

Kara leaned over, putting one hand on the armrest to keep most of her weight off Lena as she kissed the space between her shoulder blades. “You’re gonna look so fucking sexy, pregnant with our kid,” she murmured into Lena’s skin. She continued pumping her cock in and out, groaning as Lena’s pussy started clenching around her. “Fuck, baby, take it.” Kara reached down with her free hand to rub at Lena’s clit from the side, the way she liked, one, two, three times. “Take it all… Lena!” she groaned as her knot slid into Lena’s pussy with a slick pop.

Lena let out a high moan as she came around Kara’s knot. It was a completely different sensation, feeling Kara’s come inside of her. She whined, grinding back weakly against Kara as she settled through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Kara gently laid them down flat, taking caution not to jostle the tight seal between them. She pressed kisses all along the back of Lena’s head, neck, and shoulders. Occasionally, she’d feel Lena’s pussy clench around her cock, and her hips would gently press a bit deeper into her. Gradually, this built into a slow, passionate third round.

Their movements were limited with the knot, but every time Kara pressed so deeply into her, Lena wanted to cry with the emotions she was feeling. Kara was wrapped completely around her, kissing her gently and whispering the sweetest words and god—Lena had never felt so fucking loved.

When she came again, it was with a long, low moan that matched Kara’s own. Her full belly pressed into the mattress made her feel unbelievably content. Tears fell, but Kara knew immediately what they were for.

“I’m going to treat you like the queen you are for the rest of my life,” Kara said as she gently kissed and wiped Lena’s tears away. “I’m going to give you all of the love you’ve always deserved and then some, forever.”

Lena chuckled softly, a loving smile on her face as she glanced back at Kara. “Is this you proposing?” she asked jokingly.

“Yes.”

Lena’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly. She turned to see Kara as best as she could. “Kara…”

“I’m joking,” Kara cut in immediately, sunshine smile and belly laugh proving so. “No, Lena, when I propose to you, it’s really going to make you cry.”

Lena’s heart skipped a beat, but she raised an eyebrow to cover it. “I’ll take that as a challenge, Miss Danvers.”

Kara leaned in, smile turning cocky. “Challenge accepted, Future-Miss-Danvers.”

Lena turned away and covered her sudden blush with a cough. “I don’t believe you can call me that until you’ve actually proposed.” She wiggled her hips slightly in retaliation, making Kara hum a laugh and nuzzle the back of her head. “Besides, I have two doctorates in my name already; you should at least consider hyphenating.”

Kara tilted her head. “Danvers-Luthor, huh? Mm… no.” She leaned down and over until Lena met her gaze. “Luthor-Danvers. Much better ring to it. It’s decided.”

Lena barked out a laugh. “You still haven’t proposed, you know.”

Kara smiled, eyes lighting up at Lena’s happiness. “It’s only a matter of time now, baby.”

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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Naughty: Changes, Part 2 [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Rating: E

Summary: Nearly a month after Lena's physiology changed her into an Omega, she goes into her second heat at the most inopportune time.

Chapter: 1/1

Part: 2/? (Prev / Next)

Lena’s hand gripped Kara’s arm tightly, nails digging in—not as if it would hurt, obviously, but as a warning. Because, honestly, they’d talked about this; when in public, especially at L-Corp events and affairs, Kara was not her Alpha. Lena could not be an Omega. While they’d both agreed not to hide their relationship itself, if anyone caught so much as a hint at the sexual habits of the city’s hero and/or supposed villain, their public and private lives would be over for good.

So, in public, no growling or shoving Alpha pheromones down Lena’s throat, and Kara would get the highest of rewards behind closed doors. That was the deal. Hence the warning Lena was giving Kara, because she’d learned early on that Kara did not like being in the dog house. With a bit of warning, then, she would probably stop her antics.

But Kara didn’t seem to be listening.

The event was an annual fundraiser for her children’s hospital, no less, as if Kara had wanted to pick the most inappropriate place to be stubborn.

Lena could feel her underwear starting to soak through just from the smell of Kara’s pheromones and gripped harder onto Kara’s arm. As soon as the small group of sponsors she’d been attempting to chat up for donations had pledged and walked away, Lena turned and hissed, “You need to stop. Now.” Honestly, she wished there’d been more fire behind her words. Sometimes she wasn’t very fond of her new biology and the way it took over.

“I’m trying,” Kara replied. Her voice was a whisper forced out through gritted teeth. “You’re about to go into heat. You’re the one who needs to stop.”

Lena couldn’t deny the spark that shot through her body at the mention. Had it been a month since her first heat already? And… would it feel the same as before?

She couldn’t tell if she wished for the affirmative or the negative.

Nonetheless, they were still in public, and apparently Lena was causing them trouble. “How do you stop it? I’ve never tried before.”

“You just have to calm down,” Kara said, a bit more evenly even with the crinkle between her brows. “You can’t think about… what you want to think about. Focus on the fundraiser.”

That was much easier said than done, Lena thought, as it wasn’t actually much of an explanation. She thanked whatever powers may be that they were in a somewhat secluded corner now, because Kara was starting to sport a tent in the front of her pants. It twitched a bit, and Lena’s mouth watered. Her fingers squeezed around Kara’s arm subconsciously. It twitched again.

Kara huffed. “Maybe I should go,” she said, voice strained once more.

“No,” Lena let out in a near-whine before she could even think, clinging to the front of Kara’s dress shirt. “No, don’t go, I can… I can try.”

I can try to make it fit, but no promises. Lena suddenly remembered the first time she’d given Kara a blowjob, when she was half-hard after an orgasm a couple weeks ago. It had still been so wide that Lena’d been afraid it wouldn’t fit in her mouth. God, how good would Kara’s dick feel against the back of her throat when she was at full length during her heat?

Lena swallowed and cleared her throat before speaking again. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Damn right I am,” Kara said lowly, something the old Kara would have never said, in that tone that made Lena’s thighs tremble. So unfair, and she would chastise her for all of this later, she was sure. “I’m going to go back to my apartment and wait for you. I’ll expect you there when you’re done.” Kara stiffly leaned down to kiss Lena’s forehead. They both inhaled deeply before Kara pulled away and started walking to the exit.

Lena immediately felt the loss, her hands dropping back to her sides. It took her a few minutes before she felt steady enough to resume walking, carefully stepping from group to group to make sure the fundraiser was still a success. She She’d be damned if she let her hormones get in the way of the hospital, but the rest of the night was honestly a blur. She assumed it went well, and even remembered getting a few more large donations, but if you asked her who she’d spoken to that night? The first thing out of her mouth would probably be “Kara.”

So, when she finally gave her closing speech and bid everyone a good night with safe travels, she raced to her office to grab her things so she could get home. Jess had been long gone for the night, so she unlocked the door and let herself in, starting to beeline for the purse on her desk—but she wasn’t alone.

There, she saw a naked Kara Danvers, slowly jacking off on her couch. Kara’s eyes met hers as soon as she walked through the door. Lena shivered, not able to keep from glancing down at the cock that was still growing harder and bigger in Kara’s hand. She vaguely registered the breeze coming through the open balcony doors and figured that must have been how Kara got in.

“I thought you were going back to your apartment,” Lena whispered, brain quickly going hazy as her hormones spiked again.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Kara replied, voice filled to the brim with her Alpha tenor. “Honestly, I wanted to fuck you downstairs in front of everyone, show them just how much you belong to me.”

Lena pictured being bent across the table in the board room, with Kara fucking her from behind and the board members staring right at them. Somehow, it thrilled her, and a part of her wished Kara had just done what she wanted in the first place.

“Now,” Kara said, picking up a throw pillow from the couch as she stood. She took a few steps toward Lena, back straight and chin strong. Her hard dick swayed with each step before she stopped in front of her, throwing the pillow down at Lena’s feet. “Get on your knees and let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Lena whimpered and immediately did as told. This was what she’d been thinking about all night, since Kara had left, and of course her Alpha was so kind, so considerate to cushion her knees while she serviced her. She could feel her mouth and pussy both watering immensely and had to swallow as she studied Kara’s dick. Now mere inches away, Lena could barely keep herself from grabbing it herself. However, she knew that Kara was always very particular about what she said during these scenes, so she sat still and looked up at her Alpha to await further instructions.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, just slightly teasing even as she couldn’t hold back another whimper. She held her mouth open then, sticking her tongue out invitingly for Kara’s cock.

Her Alpha groaned and shoved a hand into Lena’s hair—she’d kept it down tonight, because she knew that was how Kara liked it—with a look that made Lena melt into the rough touch. “I like that. Keep that up. Such a good girl. I know this is what you want, with how you’ve been teasing me all night. Goading me on without even realizing what you were doing.”

Lena was legitimately panting, torn between watching Kara’s mouth as she talked and the leaking dick in front of her face. Everything had shifted from earlier that night; there was no longer any trace of the frustration she’d felt earlier. Instead, she wanted nothing more than this, for her Alpha to thoroughly take her. She was leaning forward before she realized what was happening, but Kara stopped her.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Kara asked as she tightened her grip on Lena’s hair.

Lena bit her lip and looked up to meet her Alpha’s eyes again. “Please, Daddy, my Alpha,” she nearly breathed in desperation, “please fuck my face.”

She barely had time to open her mouth again before Kara’s cock pushed past her lips. It wasn’t slow, either; Lena gagged as the tip immediately hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered up, but she took it in earnest, meeting Kara’s eyes in challenge as she sucked around the base of her cock.

“Fuck,” Kara groaned. It really was a pleasure to hear her curse in these moments. “You’re such—a good—girl,” she huffed out between thrusts. Lena moaned around her cock while her own pussy dripped and throbbed.

Lena let her body go slack, throat relaxing and giving in to Kara’s manhandling. Her thighs were starting to twitch, and her pussy clenched with each of Kara’s thrusts down her throat. When her Alpha realized that she had relinquished all control to her, Kara groaned again.

“You’ll do whatever I want, won’t you? Fuck,” she stared down into Lena’s wide, watery eyes, “you’re just my pretty little s-slut—” Kara seemed to cut herself off, freezing for just a moment as her own eyes widened. They hadn’t discussed dirty talk like this, and the concern Kara was showing only made Lena want her more.

So, she hollowed her cheeks around Kara’s dick and sucked.

Kara tossed her head back and hissed before fucking Lena’s throat again, holding her still by her hair. “Fuck, that’s right, princess, you’re gonna—you’re gonna swallow all my cum like the little slut you are, you got that?”

Lena whimpered, pressing her tongue to the underside of Kara’s cock and sucking again in response.

“Ah, fuck, Lena!” Kara’s gripped tightened almost to the point of real pain and pulled Lena until her nose pressed into Kara’s skin. Lena moaned around Kara’s cock as it filled and stretched her mouth; she could feel each pulse in the back of her throat and the accompanying streams of cum shooting into her stomach. She honestly didn’t realize that she couldn’t breathe until Kara pulled back in a panic.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she rushed out, kneeling down in front of Lena and wiping the tears from her cheeks as she caught her breath.

All Lena could pay attention to, however, was the wet, still-hard cock bobbing between Kara’s legs. Mind in a haze, she didn’t realize she was reaching out until she already had Kara’s dick in her grasp. Kara hissed in response, so she squeezed the base tightly.

Kara growled lowly and shoved a hand into Lena’s hair once more, gripping harshly and pulling her close. “You’ll do exactly as I say, understand?”

Lena whimpered, clenching her thighs. “Yes, Daddy.”

Kara licked her lips at the title. “You’re going to stand up, undress, and step out onto the balcony.”

Lena froze, meeting Kara’s eye in shock. “I—you—” she tried to fight through the haze that came with her heat, but she couldn’t seem to find her words.

“Green, yellow, red?” Kara didn’t seem to be having any of the same kind of struggle, clear-minded eyes studying her with focus and concern and God, Lena loved Kara so much.

“Y-yellow,” Lena managed, and while normal, human Lena knew that needing to slow down shouldn’t and wouldn’t ruin what she and Kara had, her Omega biology was caught between her innate trust in Kara and a great fear of disappointing her Alpha.

But, of course, Lena had no reason to worry; Kara stroked her hair gently and spoke in the most soothing tone Lena’d ever heard.

“No one is able to see you out there unless they have super-sight, I promise. The only building that rivals yours in height is CatCo, and it faces the opposite side of the building. Plus,” one of Kara’s hands moved from her ear to Lena’s cheek, who immediately leaned into the touch, “I’ll be right there with you, as nekkid and vulnerable as you.” Kara grinned when she succeeded in getting a laugh out of Lena. “Regardless of all that, though, if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to do it. I can certainly find other ways to give you a thrill.”

And while the mischievous spark in Kara’s eyes left no doubt in Lena’s mind that she could do exactly that, her Alpha had perfectly managed to sway her fears and give her proper reassurance.

“I love you,” Lena breathed out. She could feel the starry expression on her face as she looked at Kara, but she didn’t care one bit. As Kara’s grin widened to a happy smile, Lena continued, “Green.”

Kara’s eyebrows twitched up ever-so-slightly before Lena was suddenly engulfed in Alpha pheromones once more. She bit her lip as she—a bit reluctantly—left Kara’s grasp and rose from her knees. She didn’t move away from Kara before lowering the zipper of her dress and dropping it to the floor, so Kara was left directly in front of the results of her ministrations.

“Good girl,” Kara breathed as she stared, cold breath brushing over Lena’s clit and making her shiver. “Now…” she trailed off and looked up at Lena expectantly.

Lena bit her lip again before nodding. Kara smiled and stood, seemingly waiting for Lena to make the first move.

Lena put her hands behind her back like she knew Kara enjoyed and slowly walked out onto the balcony, making sure to put extra sway in her steps for the Alpha behind her. When she reached the railing, all the sounds of the city night hit her at once. Her nerves returned a bit, the cold of the wind and the metal railing not helping much, but then—

Of course, her Alpha was so good. Lena immediately relaxed, letting out a low moan as Kara stepped up behind her and pressed the full length of their bodies together. A living sun, Kara enveloped Lena in warmth on many levels, with her erect cock now sliding against Lena’s wet folds.

“Now, khuhpi’zhor,” Lena was still getting used to occasionally hearing the foreign language on her Alpha’s tongue, but the sound dripped down her spine like honey, “you’re going to bend over this railing and let me fuck you for the world to see.”

After what Kara had said to her just moments before, she knew her words were now just part of the show, but they still succeeded in making her gasp and arch back into her Alpha. Kara stepped back, pulling Lena’s hips with her. Lena rested her forearms on the railing as she bent over, not even feeling the cold with the tip of Kara’s cock teasing her entrance.

“You’re so good for me, Lena, such a good girl,” Kara whispered right in her ear, biting and tugging at the lobe to make Lena whimper.

Lena heard a rattling, like a plastic wrapper, from behind. Was that why Kara had sent her out first? She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, not only at the momentary loss of Kara’s presence against her as she donned the condom, but at the different feeling as her Alpha’s cock returned to slide against her pussy. It didn’t help that she knew it would be difficult to be satisfied without feeling Kara come inside her, but—and she swallowed, grinding back against her Alpha at the memory—she hoped that Kara’s knot would be enough to bring her sudden heat to an end.

She hadn’t taken it since the last time, and Lena had to admit that she wanted to feel that good again.

The only warning she got was a hand on the small of her back before Kara pushed inside her, slowly filling her until Lena felt her hips against her ass. They both let out low groans. The sounds of the city suddenly hit Lena once more, and she forced her eyes open to look around her.

Kara’s breath was right by her ear again. “I know what you’re thinking. Can they see this?” Kara slowly, torturously started thrusting, drawing a continuous stream of gasps and whimpers from Lena’s mouth. “Can they see Lena Luthor getting absolutely ravaged by Supergirl, of all people?”

The hand moved from Lena’s back to her hair, where it grabbed and yanked her head backwards. Lena gasped and then moaned, legs spreading and chest digging into the railing. Kara’s pace quickened.

“I want them to see the face you make when you come,” Kara huffed out through her movements, voice getting louder and firmer. “I want them to hear you scream, calling me Daddy like the slut you are. Rao, I can’t wait to come inside you.”

“Oh, my God,” Lena gasped out as her orgasm took her completely by surprise. “Fuck, yes, Kara!”

When had her Alpha’s knot grown? She didn’t know, but it was now sliding into her with a pop, before Lena could feel the disappointment, and then Lena saw stars in addition to the ones in the sky as she was pushed immediately into another orgasm. She definitely screamed, and with the amount of attacks on her life, Lena briefly hoped no one truly got concerned—very briefly, though, because Kara’s knot stretched her and filled her so deliciously that she couldn’t focus on anything but her Alpha.

“Fuck, that’s it, Lena,” Kara growled as she rutted against Lena’s ass through her own orgasm, arm wrapped around her Omega’s waist. “Take it all, I love filling you up…” she trailed off, slipping into that beautiful language as she placed soft, soothing kisses along Lena’s cheek, neck, shoulders, and back. One distinct word Lena could hear repeatedly was zhrymin, but she had no idea what it actually meant.

“I love you so much,” Lena breathed, reaching back for her Alpha.

Her legs were suddenly very weak, but Kara knew just how to hold her so that she was comfortable and wouldn’t be jostled with the knot inside her. Within seconds, they were slowly floating over to the couch in Lena’s office, where Kara gently laid them down without causing Lena any pain. It was only then that Lena realized she’d been whispering, “My Alpha,” and variations of it almost constantly.

Kara’s arms wrapped warmly around her waist and chest, making her feel instantly secure. She pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and whispered, “I love you.”

As Lena’s heat crashed to an end, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drooping.

Lena was deliciously sore the next morning. Kara wasn’t in bed behind her (and she honestly didn’t remember getting dressed or coming home from the office), but she could smell cooking breakfast from downstairs. A smile instantly took over Lena’s face—Kara wasn’t just the perfect Alpha, but the perfect girlfriend, in general.

It almost made up for the fact that she’d now have to deal with her period, she thought to herself as she pushed the covers aside. With her first heat, when she’d gone over two weeks without even knowing where the torture was coming from, she hadn’t even realized the delay in her cycle. The day after Kara had ended it, though, it had arrived with full force.

Kara had explained that it was normal for Omegas; it was so Kryptonians could tell immediately whether a pregnancy had taken hold or not—in cruder terms, whether the Omega’s heat had been “successful.” Lena supposed it made evolutionary sense, along with everything else she’d learned so far.

On her way to the bathroom, she stopped at her dresser and picked out an older pair of underwear to change into, knowing the pair Kara had put her in would be stained dark red by now. She stepped into the bathroom and dropped her underwear to the floor… and they were clean.

Well, they weren’t clean, Lena surmised as she studied the piece of cloth. There was definitely some of her wetness holding slick to the underwear, but… not a spot of blood.

It was so far from what Lena had been expecting to see, based on the wetness she’d felt between her thighs, that it took her a moment to really process it.

That couldn’t…

Surely not…

It didn’t mean…

“Kara!”

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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Strange: Changes, Part 1 [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Rating: E

Summary: Lena knew there was something different about Kara--well, aside from being an alien. Lena was used to being "on edge" around Kara, but it had gotten to the point where all Kara had to do was walk into the room and Lena's underwear would be soaked through. Something very strange was happening to Lena, and Kara Danvers was the one with the answers.

Chapter: 1/1

Part: 1/? (Next)

Lena knew there was something different about Kara—well, aside from being an alien. Lena’d had that one figured out for a while now, as Kara Danvers just wasn’t actually all that skilled at keeping her secret identity a secret. She’d decided to keep quiet about it until Kara felt comfortable enough to tell her, herself.

It wasn’t even about Lena’s feelings for her. Lena had known lust and love alike, had been so in love that she felt like she was dying, and while Lena definitely loved Kara with every part of her being, that wasn’t what caused this feeling either. No, this was something else.

Something about Kara… made her tense, although that wasn’t exactly the right word. Not anxious, either, even though she did always feel as if she were waiting for the pin to drop, holding her breath for something. It wasn’t even necessarily anything bad, just… strange.

Once Lena noticed and started speculating more on this Kara-induced feeling, she started noticing patterns, as well—she was Lena Luthor, after all—and quite a few of them. For instance, almost like a menstrual cycle, the feeling would get stronger for almost a week out of each month.

Also, during that week, Kara always avoided her for at least one day, sometimes even two or three. Lena wouldn’t even receive a responding text from her on those days, and, considering that the only other times that had happened before were times when Supergirl had been put out of commission, it was an interesting factor.

Everything started crossing into mind-boggling territory when certain… other kinds of feelings started coinciding with this strange tenseness. While Lena was used to damp patches in her underwear when Kara would unwittingly show off her muscles or make suggestive statements, she most certainly was not used to her thighs clenching, clit throbbing, and underwear becoming soaked at her mere presence. She loved Kara and was extremely attracted to her, yes, but for her to not have to say or do anything to cause this effect on Lena….

Before she could study this particular phenomenon more, however, Kara’s disappearances drastically increased. By that point, Lena had become closer to the rest of Kara’s friends, and so would regularly be in contact with Winn and Alex. She knew, then, that Kara wasn’t injured or in danger whenever she made dodgy excuses to cancel plans, but the superfriends made sure not to tell Lena any more than was passably polite.

Instead, in Kara’s absence, something else started happening to Lena. Like lust and love, Lena had also known loneliness before. When Kara’s silence stretched from days to weeks, however, Lena’s entire body was wracked with such painful emotion that all she could do was curl up in bed and cry for hours. She hadn’t done that since boarding school, and yet this wasn’t even the same feeling. As she cried, her thighs clenched and her pussy gushed, squeezing around nothing. She felt… empty, but not in the way she’d previously experienced with depression. This was innately sexual, and it was honestly horrifying.

Why was Kara causing all of these strange feelings? This couldn’t be normal, right?

No amount of masturbation helped. Nothing would satiate the sudden craving Lena seemed to have for the Girl of Steel. By the sixth day, Lena was snapping at Jess—Jess! Of all the undeserving people—for the most trivial of things. By the twelfth, Lena had Jess cancel or reschedule all meetings that couldn’t be had over the phone.

On the sixteenth day with no word from Kara, Lena got so desperate that she forbade anyone, Jess included, from entering her office for two hours. Then, she fucked herself until her desk chair was ruined, and she was able to definitively say that even four fingers weren’t enough to make her satisfied. She felt like she was losing her mind, honestly. She spent half an hour of that time silently sobbing as she desperately tried to make herself orgasm, but even though she was aroused beyond believe, nothing could send her over the edge.

The seventeenth day was thus spent as the first sick day Lena Luthor had ever taken. When she woke up, she knew immediately that she had to see Kara, no matter what it took. After calling Jess to let her know what to do in her absence, Lena opened her balcony doors before sitting down on the bed and pulling up her texts with Kara.

I know your secret. Come to my place to talk. I know you can get here quickly.

She typed it out and hit send quickly. Honestly, using Kara’s secret like this would probably normally make her sick to her stomach, but there were too many other senses firing off for her to notice anything of the sort. It felt like she had no choice—she was completely falling apart, and it had something to do with Kara Danvers. Lena needed answers.

Not even thirty seconds later, just as Lena had expected, Kara appeared to float above the balcony railing. Also to be expected, she looked like she was hesitating to approach for a multitude of reasons. She wasn’t wearing the suit, but instead was in Kara Danvers attire without the glasses.

Unsurprisingly, Kara’s arrival brought with it a new wave between Lena’s thighs. Lena could see Kara’s eyes flit to the way her fingers clenched the bedsheets she was sitting on. “Kara, I need answers,” she said, more desperately than she’d intended.

Kara fell softly to the ground, crinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she stepped up to the balcony doors. “Lena, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t because you were a Luthor, or because I didn’t trust you, or anything like that, I can…”

Lena’s eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head. “Kara, this isn’t about Supergirl, I’ve known that for months,” she rushed out. She was squirming on the bed; how could Kara not tell? “I need to know what you’re doing to me.”

The crinkle grew deeper. Kara opened her mouth as if to talk, but as soon as she stepped into Lena’s bedroom, she quickly raised a hand to cover it. The other hand flew to grab onto the doorframe, as if Kara had been knocked back, and a high-pitched whining noise erupted at the same time Kara said, “Oh, Rao.”

It took Lena a few seconds to process that the whine had come from her own throat, as she was now on her knees, on the floor, wanting to run to Kara but not having the strength in her legs or control over her body. How could she smell Kara, especially from ten feet away? And so suddenly, too. Had the wind outside been keeping it from her before this moment? All it did now was intensify the throbbing between her legs and her desperation. “Kara,” she whined again.

That seemed to kick her into some kind of gear, at least, as Kara quickly shoved her hands into her own hair and moved back out onto the balcony. “Fuck!” Lena was too distracted to even be surprised at the curse coming from Kara’s mouth. “I’m so sorry, Lena, I’m so, so, so sorry. I’ll be right back. I’ll fix it, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

…and then she was gone. Lena couldn’t hold back the sudden sob that came at the realization that Kara had flown away. The next thing she knew, she had fallen onto her side in the fetal position, and she just wanted everything to stop. “Please,” she sobbed to no one.

Ten seconds later, the floor shook as Kara quickly and roughly landed on the balcony once more. The concrete cracked beneath her feet, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention to that. She ran over to Lena, immediately babbling out information.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about how that would look or feel to you when I left, that was so stupid of me.” She knelt down beside Lena and started unwrapping a small package in her hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d have to deal with any of this here, and I’ve almost forgotten it all! I’m so sorry I brought you into this, I’m so sorry.”

“Kara…” Lena wanted to tell her to stop apologizing and either fuck her or give her some actual answers—preferably the former—but Kara kept talking.

“If you take one of these pills, that should still be a sufficient dose without being enough for—well, an alien. It’s a suppressant, it’ll help.

“Hopefully,” she added under her breath as Lena slowly reached out to take the pill. Nothing was making any sense, but she trusted Kara with her life, so she would follow her instructions.

When their fingers brushed, Lena gasped, and Kara tensed up. “Take it now, Lena,” Kara said—no, ordered. There was something about her tone that had Lena complying immediately, even through the haziness her brain was under. She popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry before Kara could even hand her the bottle of water she’d brought, as well.

Even though she knew better than to expect instantaneous relief, Lena couldn’t help but whine when the pill didn’t take effect immediately. Kara bit her lip at the sound, and that was it—Lena couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

As soon as she moved, though, Kara jumped up and to the wall opposite her so quickly that Lena almost didn’t even see her move. “Lena, for your own safety, I have to leave until the suppressant kicks in,” she said almost robotically.

Lena saw red. “No,” she nearly growled, chest tightening at the thought of Kara disappearing again. “You can’t leave, please.” Her tone quickly dropped back to the desperate whine it was earlier. She still had no clue what was going on, and whatever this “suppressant” was, it still wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry,” Kara said for the thousandth time. “Even if I tried to explain now, you wouldn’t hear or understand me. Your mind is too one-tracked right now. I’ll be back in half an hour. I’m so sorry.”

Lena found herself at a loss for words, as it did look like it was physically paining Kara to be moving away from her. When Kara flew away, Lena collapsed back onto the floor, no energy left to do anything but trust that Kara was right when she said it would be fixed soon.

Honestly, when Lena woke up, she thought it had all been a long, possibly-fever-induced dream. She was in her bed, and she physically felt pretty close to normal—but no, her balcony doors were open to the setting sun, and there was a note on the pillow next to her.

Alex said your body isn’t used to this much “up and down,” so it’s understandable that you’d need to rest up. I hope it’s okay that I picked you up to put you in bed—I didn’t want you to wake up sore from sleeping on the floor :( I kept my hands in respectful places! I promise! Pinky promise!

Anyways, let me know when you’re awake and ready to talk, and I’ll come back and explain everything. I’m sorry, again, for letting this happen to you in the first place.

Alex also…

There had been quite a bit of erasing and rewriting done here, Lena could tell.

…said that there are some non-disclosure forms you need to sign regarding you-know-what, so just be prepared for those, I guess. I’ll explain more about that when I get there, too, I promise!

Kara certainly seemed full of apologies and promises today.

So, text me! Or call me, or whatever you want to do! :)

-K <3

If anything, Lena had more questions now than she had to begin with. Nothing was making sense, so she hurried to find her phone. I’m awake now. Short and simple, surely the complete opposite of the conversation she was about to have with Kara. No sooner had the “delivered” sign popped up on her screen did the aforementioned alien appear on her balcony once more, this time clad in Super-gear.

Lena furrowed her eyebrows in suspicion. “How…?”

“Nothing!” Kara blurted out immediately. Her eyes were wide, and they started dancing around the room. “I mean, uh….”

“Kara,” Lena said with an even tone, “That… medicine you gave me helped incredibly, but I’m still very tired. I would appreciate if we didn’t play any games today.” She gave Kara a soft smile, hoping to convey that she wasn’t upset. One of the blessings and curses bestowed upon Kara was her sensitive nature, one whose subtleties Lena had made sure to learn how to navigate.

Kara blushed a bit, but she nodded firmly before taking a hesitant step through the balcony doors.

They both let out audible sighs of relief when nothing of significance happened.

“Honestly, I was a bit worried that the medicine would still be too strong for a human… so I kind of….”

“…Stuck around to keep an eye on me?” Lena finished when Kara trailed off. Her blush deepened, Lena smiled at her again. “That’s sweet, Kara. Thank you. Now, can you explain what’s been going on?”

Kara’s face settled into a more neutral expression as she nodded once more. Lena motioned for her to take a seat next to her on the bed, but Kara seemed to hesitate and sat down in an armchair instead.

“So… you know I’m Supergirl, so you must know I’m from Krypton.” Lena nodded. “Well, things are—were… different there. Er,” she blushed again, looking at the ceiling, “reproduction-wise, I guess? We don’t really define ourselves by male and female, but more on a, uh, an Alpha, Beta, Omega dynamic.”

Lena could feel her eyebrows furrowing again as she tried to process this new information. “Okay… and what defines those classes?”

“Well, a couple different things.” Kara cleared her throat, and she suddenly wouldn’t look Lena in the eye at all. “There are different pheromones that we emit. Each class emits a different kind and responds to others’ differently, too. And then, there’s, uh….” She reached up as if to fiddle with her glasses, which weren’t there, and instead pushed her hair behind her ear before nearly whispering, “Genitalia.”

Oh.

“How so?” Lena really didn’t mean to keep pushing, especially when Kara was obviously uncomfortable, but she was naturally curious, and Kara wasn’t exactly being forthcoming with the information.

Kara cleared her throat again before speaking in what sounded like a very carefully-controlled, even tone. “Alphas tend to have penises, Omegas tend to have vaginas, and Betas can have either.” She softened a bit, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Really, it’s almost as fluid as sexuality, but that was how the majority… operated.”

Oh. Things were starting to click together in Lena’s mind. She could feel herself jumping to conclusions, getting ahead of Kara, so she started to ask, “And which are you?” Before she could finish, though, Kara was already answering.

“I’m an Alpha.”

There was that fucking tone again. Kara lifted her chin with the words and everything. Lena felt a shiver run down her back, and while it was nothing compared to what she’d felt before taking the pill, she still took care to calm herself down. Only half of the story had been explained so far.

“So, what does all of this have to do with me?” The question hung in the air for a heavy moment, and with Kara’s suddenly-apprehensive expression, Lena suddenly felt as if she had been sentenced to death row with her brother.

“Well… I would have asked my cousin, but he’s a Beta, and so he never even noticed anything about it. He didn’t know this system existed. So, I had to ask my mom—well, not actually my mom,” Kara hurried to correct herself, “but a virtual recreation of her, a database of her knowledge and memories. While you were sleeping, I went and asked her if there had every been anything like this before. She reminded me of this…” she scoffed, a bit incredulously. “There was this story—I thought it was a fairytale! A story told to kids at bed time! I mean, it was basically our Romeo and Juliet.

“Daxam and Krypton were enemy civilizations. Their culture, their nature, their beliefs were all entirely different. But a Kryptonian girl fell in love with a Daxam boy. The only thing was, Daxam didn’t have Alphas or Omegas. They were more like humans, except definitely freer in their definitions of gender.”

Kara took a breath and finally glanced at Lena for a moment. There was something different in the way she looked at Lena now, she was noticing—Kara looked almost reverent, and while she was used to the gaping goldfish kind of expression from her when she was being flirted with, this was definitely something new.

“Anyways, their love for each other was so strong—they were soulmates, which, I guess I should have explained, is also a thing that we have.” Kara paused, swallowed, and cleared her throat before continuing. “Some people have multiple, some people stop looking after the first one they find; it’s all up to the individual, really, but I’m getting off track again.

“Because they were soulmates, the Daxam boy started to change. Obviously, they loved each other no matter what their genitalia was or what the Kryptonian girl’s pheromones were telling her, but the Daxam boy… started turning into an Omega. Because the Kryptonian girl was an Alpha. His physiology itself changed in response to his feelings for her.”

…Oh.

“…as well as, um,” Kara looked down at her lap and was blushing the brightest now, “her feelings for him.”

Fuck.

Lena’s underwear was starting to feel damp again. “So this thing that I’m experiencing, that I had to take the medicine for…?”

“…Is your first heat,” Kara answered, meeting Lena’s gaze with a flushed face and pupils blown so wide Lena thought of black holes. “I guess your body has been preparing for it for a while, but I couldn’t smell anything off about you. I knew something was different, something was strange, but…. Now, you’ll give off ridiculously strong pheromones that any Alpha within ten miles will be able to smell. And literally all you’ll crave is sex—particularly,” she cleared her throat, “sex with one person. Your… soul mate. It’s… honestly, I’ve heard it’s ridiculously hard, if not impossible, to be satisfied with anything else during your heat.” Her voice cracked a bit on the last word.

They were both starting to fall apart again, Lena could feel it. She was… very confused about everything, yet she also felt like she was starting to understand. Whatever was happening, it was because she was in love with Kara… and Kara loved her back.

Lena’s thirst had done her in. A part of her wanted to laugh about it. Most of her, though?

Her eyes darted down to Kara’s lips, back up to her eyes, then down to the bulge that was just now becoming ever-so-slightly noticeable under Supergirl’s skirt.

Most of her was craving Kara’s dick.

As if she could read Lena’s mind, Kara jumped up from her seat and moved across the room, like before. “Lena, please wait, I could seriously hurt you!”

That made Lena pause from getting up from the bed. Kara took her silence to mean she was listening once more.

“I’ve never mated with anyone before, let alone an Omega in heat. If I go into a rut—” A what, now? “—then I could lose all the judgment and control I’ve worked so hard to gain, and I could literally crush you when—uh, in the, uh, moment.”

Honestly, she had a point. Lena pursed her lips as her mind leapt ahead of their conversation. She got up and started pacing, far away from Kara, as she thought. “Kryptonite is the only thing that weakens you, right? But it’s not lethal to you in small doses…. What if we were to build something that emitted a low level of kryptonite radiation? Or at least something that would mimic it….”

She really didn’t think anything of it until Kara blurted out, “You’d have a high-tech, specialized machine built with top-secret alien materials just to have sex with me?”

Lena stopped pacing and met Kara’s gaze, feeling her face match Kara’s with a blush of her own. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, and she didn’t let herself hold back. “Kara, I think it’s quite obvious by now that I am very much in love with you, and that this isn’t just in regard to sex. I would move heaven and earth for you.”

That blindingly wide smile slowly stretched across Kara’s face in response. “Well, I can literally move earth for you, if you really wanted me to,” she teased. Lena couldn’t stop herself from smiling back, even if she wanted to. “In any case, though, uh, Alex actually already had a room like that made? It’s not for sex, though! It’s for sparring! Training stuff, you know. I told you, I haven’t, uh,” Kara chuckled, “had any experiences with anyone, so.”

Mine.

The thought surprised Lena, and it must have shown on her face, because Kara’s crinkle returned momentarily. However, the thought also sparked that delicious, slow burn between her thighs again. Was this an Omega thing, too?

“I just have a couple more questions,” Lena said, trying to keep from sounding so breathless, but failing.

“Anything,” Kara answered eagerly.

“Will the suppressants keep working if I just keep taking them?”

Kara winced, and that guilty look was back on her face. “I—it—it’s hard to tell? It varied from person to person back on Krypton, as far as I know, but I have no idea if things will be any different for a human. Some people could only use it to get through work or school, but then it’d wear off and not work again for a while. It worked so well on some others that they would basically not have their heat at all, though, but, uh… if they don’t work, and you try to just push through your heat without being—ahem—satisfied, then you run higher risks.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, which Kara took to mean to continue. When she did, there was weight to her tone that hadn’t quite been there before now. “There’s a higher possibility of ovarian cysts and other cancers of the reproductive system. You could suffer a psychotic break or fall into a deep depression. There have even been historical accounts of Omegas committing suicide because they just… wanted it to end, and it wouldn’t.”

Lena contemplated this information. It… scared her a bit, honestly, thinking back to how she had felt when Kara had flown away so suddenly earlier, when she’d felt so empty that she’d just wanted it all to stop. She could understand where those Omegas had come from, and she did not want to feel that way again. Kara’s crinkle was small now, but it was clear that she was starting to worry about Lena. “Okay. You have another suppressant pill on you, right?”

Kara nodded and pulled the rest of the dose out of a hidden pocket on her suit.

“Let me take it now. If it doesn’t work… well, then I’ll ask my second question.”

It wasn’t working.

Lena could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, the literal heat between her thighs. The first pill had knocked her out quickly, but this one still hadn’t had any effect after fifteen minutes.

She was seated on the bed again, with Kara in the other armchair, further away and trying to control her breathing. Lena gripped the sheets tightly as she looked up at the Alpha—her Alpha, that strange voice insisted—and said, “I think I’m ready to ask my second question, Kara.”

Supergirl’s head snapped up to meet Lena’s gaze again. It seemed like she was holding her breath now—did she even need to breathe? Lena would ask later; this question was more important.

“Those days you’d disappear and wouldn’t reply to my messages… was that because you wanted to fuck me so badly but thought you couldn’t?”

Kara gasped, and that hidden bulge started to make its appearance again. “M—I mean, maybe?”

Lena looked back up to Kara’s face. “Did you have to run off and take care of yourself? Did you think of me each time you did it?”

Kara’s hands clenched on the arms of the chair she was sitting in, and a low, barely audible, honest-to-god growl came from her throat to resonate throughout Lena’s entire body.

“Kara, I love you, but now I need you to take me to that room and fuck me.”

Superspeed was a marvelous thing.

...but flying was a mistake.

They unfortunately didn’t realize this until they were already in the air, since Kara had acted so quickly to pick her up and get her to the kryptonite room. Luckily, the rushing wind around them helped to dampen the scent of each other’s pheromones, but they each suffered their own torture, being pressed so tightly against one another for the duration of the trip. Kara pushed her flight speed as fast as she could without risking injury to Lena in order to get them to the room as quickly as possible.

When they finally arrived, Kara landed next to Alex—at what appeared to be Winn’s desk?—placed Lena next to them, and used her superspeed to run back to the window. “Alex, J’onn, you have to keep me away from her until you open the sparring room.”

“Kara!” Alex shouted in shock, the delay in her reaction obvious. Kara was so hyped up that she didn’t even realize how quickly she’d been moving and talking.

“How come I can’t be trusted to help keep you from her?” Winn mumbled indignantly, even as he sat stock still in his chair.

Lena could see Kara’s fists clenched at her sides, and she didn’t notice the audible whimper escaping her throat until it was too late. She was already posed to take a step forward, toward her Al—Kara, but a firm, gentle hand on her arm stopped her.

A fierce growl rang out, echoing in the chamber they were in. Lena whined again, her thighs clenching together. Her knees were starting to shake—god, this was bad. Alex’s hand on her arm felt so wrong. She tried to squirm out of her grip, but Alex wasn’t having it. Kara continued to rumble out warnings, despite her previous orders to her sister.

“What the hell is going on?” Agent Danvers said, exactly as an older man—presumably this “J’onn”—said the same. He stepped in between Kara and Lena, and Lena had to force back a whimper at the fact that she couldn’t move to see around him due to Alex’s grip.

“Alex, I need you to take her to the sparring room.”

That goddamn tone. Alex practically had to hold her up at this point. She just barely managed to focus in time to see Agent Danvers give her sister a firm nod of acknowledgment. Then, she was being dragged through this… government facility? If she weren’t so completely and thoroughly distracted at the moment, Lena would probably normally be taking everything in with rapture. Maybe, if she were lucky and things went as she currently had planned, she would have half a mind to pay more attention upon her departure.

For now, though, she was content to fight back the whimpers and gasps caused by her thighs rubbing together as they walked. She was sure to be thoroughly embarrassed around Alex after today—she had definitely never planned on being this… open about her sex life with her. And yet, here they were, with Lena soaking through her underwear and trembling to her core, hungry for Agent Danvers’s sister’s dick. What a biography this could make one day….

Suddenly, the hand on her arm was gone. She was in a dark room, now, and Alex was pressing buttons on a tablet on the wall. The dim lights overhead shifted to a familiar green—Lex’s cackling laughter echoed in the back of her mind for a split second—and then Alex took her wordless leave.

There was nothing in this room to even look at, so Lena had nothing to do but wait, squirming as she was.

The door burst open not a moment later, and it was as if Kara momentarily forgot the purpose of this room in the first place, as if she had tried to use her super speed to get to Lena, before being quickly reminded of its impossibility. At this realization, she looked up and met Lena’s eyes, her excited grin contradicting her hungry gaze.

Then Lena whimpered, and that grin completely disappeared.

She felt like she was falling—and maybe she was, but how did Kara still manage to catch her without superspeed? Her darling, she was so good, her arms felt so good around her….

Lena clenched her hands around the fabric of Kara’s suit, desperately trying to bring her closer. Her nose was pressed into the crook of Kara’s neck, and oh, that must be those pheromones Kara had told her about. Lena let out a growl—pitiful, compared to Kara’s answering one—and bit into Kara’s shoulder, hoping that it would make her do something.

Indeed, Kara took the signal for what it was and picked Lena up by her thighs, walking over to the nearest wall. Lena, groaning at the feeling of Kara’s erection pressing against her center, wrapped her legs around Kara’s hips and arms around her shoulders just as her back slammed into the wall.

Then, Kara’s mouth was covering her own. As much force and power as there was behind the kiss, there was still a hint of gentleness, as if she could still break her, that made Lena’s heart swoon and pussy throb. It was rough, but Lena craved it, partly wished that Kara had just fucked her with all her strength back in her apartment instead of weakening herself.

…However, as Kara ground their hips together and squeezed her thighs, Lena knew that it wouldn’t matter. Kara would give her exactly what she needed.

Kara suddenly pulled back with a growl. “Fuck,” she shouted. “I forgot to… ugh!” She let go of Lena’s left leg, which dropped to the ground, and slammed a fist into the wall above Lena’s head.

Lena whimpered, and while it was more out of arousal than any kind of fear, Kara still softened and immediately apologized. “I forgot to tell you about a really important aspect of this, and I’m so sorry I forgot and for keeping you waiting….” She gently lowered Lena’s other leg until both of her feet were on the ground, then raised a hand to brush it through Lena’s hair.

Lena couldn’t help but lean into the contact, pressing a hard kiss to Kara’s wrist and taking a deep breath.

“There’s, like, a ridiculously high chance I could get you pregnant.”

Lena froze, her lips parting slightly in surprise against Kara’s skin. By the time she met Kara’s eyes, she was already rambling out further explanation.

“Alphas are just always really… potent, I guess. I didn’t think about it when you asked about the differences before! I don’t know why! Oh, I guess,” Kara’s blush had deepened to a bright red by this point, “there’s also, um, that Omegas tend to be… really fertile, as well. As in, like… twins and the like were not uncommon between Alpha and Omega couples on Krypton. My mom had a twin sister. And when I was eight, I remember my class in school had two pairs of twins and three sets of triplets, which I always thought was funny, but the professor struggled with it, obviously—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupted, trying her hardest to push through the haze and focus on what she was learning. “Do you know if human contraception will work?”

Kara grimaced, looking at the ceiling and then back at Lena. “…I don’t. It’s never been tested before, obviously.”

“Not even condoms?” Lena asked with a raised eyebrow. If Kara was about to try to pull some straight boy bullshit on her….

“Well, the only thing about that is…” at Lena’s glare, she quickly carried on, “it’s not me! You’re going to want me to—to c-come inside you. Omegas… it’s a part of the craving. And sometimes, it’s not possible to be satisfied unless… that happens.”

This… this was important. Lena could think clearly enough to recognize that. “Kara, you cannot do that. Do you understand?” Kara nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Lena had to be sure. “No matter how much I beg or cry or—” she paused for a shiver as she imagined, just for a moment, letting Kara come inside her, and honestly, she’s a lesbian and shouldn’t even want that. And yet…. “You can’t, Kara. I can’t risk it. Not yet. Please, promise me.”

The fact that she’d implied she would allow it to happen in the future didn’t really register until after Kara voiced her promise, but she didn’t really have time to focus on it, anymore. Kara was kissing her again, and those strong hands were running down Lena’s back to her ass. She could feel Kara getting harder, and it was the last straw. She was much too hot—she needed both of them naked with Kara’s dick inside her, now.

And Kara—wonderful, perfect Kara—only needed to hear Lena’s choked-out “please” to understand what she needed. Soon, they were both laying on the ground, bodies too heated to react to the cold metal against their newly-exposed skin. It would have been embarrassing in any other situation, she supposed, but Lena’s wetness had dripped to cover her inner thighs almost down to her knees by the time Kara ripped her underwear off.

When she saw Kara’s dick, Lena was honestly conflicted—she wanted it inside her, but she also wanted to taste it, to feel it, to hear what Kara would sound like if Lena were to have it deep in her throat. But Kara soon had a condom on and entered her swiftly, and Lena knew nothing would beat this feeling.

Kara’s dick stretched her, that was certain, but it was delicious. That emptiness she’d been feeling immediately went away, replaced by a new hunger: to be thoroughly fucked.

With each thrust, Kara increased her speed. Lena’s moans were timed with the wet slapping sounds of Kara entering her over and over again. “Faster,” she gasped, and Kara obeyed. “Fuck, yes!”

Kara growled in response, gripping Lena’s hips tightly and lifting them up off the floor. She held them aloft and, with each thrust, pulled Lena’s body to her. Kara hit her so deep that Lena thought she saw stars for a moment. The pure strength her Alpha showed, the way she so easily manipulated her body even when weakened… Lena would have to create a plan to wean Kara away from the Kryptonite room, to train her control when she came…

Oh, god, that craving Kara talked about hit her full force at the thought. Lena could feel Kara’s thick cock rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust, and she knew she was going to come soon. “Right there,” she nearly yelled.

Kara let out the most languid moan Lena had ever heard in her life. “Fuck, Lena!”

Lena came silently, imagining the feeling of Kara’s come inside her, how full it would feel. When her body started to come down from the high, though, she immediately whimpered in disappointment, a feeling akin to the emptiness from before wracking her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around Kara’s hips, locking her ankles together to try to pull her in deeper, even though she felt as if that weren’t possible. “God, Kara, I need more,” she sobbed, running her hands through her Alpha’s golden hair and pleading with her. “Fill me, please, I need you….”

Kara’s chest rumbled with an inaudible growl. She buried her face into Lena’s neck and lightly gripped the skin there with her teeth for a moment. For some reason, it immediately gave her a sense of calm, albeit small in the moment.

Kara then pulled back to look her in the eyes. “You know I can’t do that, Lena.” That tone was there, but not commanding; instead, it was comforting. Lena could physically feel it washing over her, and it made her melt into Kara’s embrace. “There is something else I can do, though.”

Lena could feel the desperate look of hopefulness on her face. Kara’s hips, seemingly involuntarily, thrust forward once before speaking again.

“If I… hold back long enough, a sort of knot forms at the base of my….” Kara trailed off with a blush.

“Your cock, Kara?” The look on her face in response made her pussy clench around the aforementioned member. However, she then felt her own eyes widening as Kara lifted a hand to her throat and lightly, but firmly, pressed her into the floor. She could still breathe perfectly fine; Kara wasn’t applying any pressure whatsoever, and she was constantly watching Lena’s expression to make sure this was okay. Lena gave a small nod to give her a clear green light.

She never thought she’d see a wicked grin cross Kara Danvers’s face, and yet here she was. “They gave us some very… detailed sex-ed on Krypton. A lot of Alphas and Omegas like to get rough, apparently. I couldn’t really imagine the appeal until now.”

Lena moaned. She felt more wetness spill out around Kara’s cock, the base of which was, indeed, starting to swell into a knot the size of Lena’s fist. She pulled Kara’s hips closer to hers, and feeling just the very start of that new stretch nearly made her come again.

Kara applied just the slightest bit of pressure with her thumb and forefinger on either side of her neck, cutting off the oxygen to her brain while still letting her breathe. “Not yet,” she ordered in that tone. Lena couldn’t help but obey, even though her thighs started trembling from the effort of staying still.

Kara leant down to kiss her, slowly and deeply. Lena moaned into her mouth as their tongues rubbed together. After a moment, Kara started slowly thrusting into her again, as slow and deep as their kiss was. Lena pushed her hands into Kara’s hair again, pulling her closer and digging her heels into her back.

Kara growled and pulled away, but she didn’t pull out. “You need to learn to be patient, Lena. But not today.”

That tone really was going to be the end of her.

Kara pulled out smoothly, grabbed Lena’s thighs, and turned her over onto her stomach. She then tugged her up onto her knees and entered her swiftly from behind. Lena barely had time to gasp before Kara filled her again, but the sudden sensation of being pounded into by Kara’s thick cock made her scream. She couldn’t form coherent words, only moans and whines that eventually all changed into screams.

Every thrust, Lena could feel Kara’s knot growing, and the thought of it only made her wetter. Kara was in complete control over her body, though, with a brutal pace that left her shaking with her ass in the air. She was being completely manhandled, but she didn’t mind one bit.

“Are you ready, Lena? You ready for me to really fill you up?” Kara growled from behind her.

Lena could only let out a low whine in response, her face half-pressed into the pillow and tears streaming down her face.

The pain only lasted for a split second before the stretch itself took over, and fuck, Lena was sure she had never felt so good or come so hard in her life. She was pretty sure she screamed again, but she honestly might have blacked out, so she couldn’t be positive. She’d ask Kara later, she noted.

Oh, Kara. Her perfect Alpha. She was currently pressed against Lena’s back, shallowly thrusting every couple of seconds as she rode out her own orgasm. Next time, Lena decided, she wanted to see Kara’s face when she came.

It took her a few moments of silence to realize that Kara’s knot did seem to satiate her craving, at least for now. Every time Kara moved, she could feel herself stirring up, but it was no longer overwhelming. She felt more in control of herself than she had in weeks.

It was time to have some fun.

From what Kara had said so far, it seemed that Omegas tended to take on the submissive roles, but, well… she was Lena Luthor, after all.

“Kara, my Alpha,” she said with a soft moan, “let me ride your dick.”

Kara growled and complied immediately.

Strange as all of this was, Lena definitely couldn’t complain about how it turned out.

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Divide: Chapter 1 - Happy Birthday [Overwatch fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: eventual/slow-burn Pharmercy

Rating: T [subject to change]

Summary: Maybe if she had been born back When, she could have had a normal childhood, but Fareeha knew better. Born into the Omnic Crisis after most of humanity had been forced to hide in the Undergrounds, a "normal childhood" now meant choosing a division to join at age twelve and there learning how to best serve humanity. Fareeha had always known that she was born to lead and protect, so there was only one choice for her: Overwatch division.

But the road to victory is a tricky one, Fareeha has to learn. Just applying to Overwatch in the first place brings multiple obstacles for her, and there is still more to come. When the pressure is put on the youngest generation to save the world, will she be able to step up and lead like she had always dreamed of doing?

Chapter: 1/? (Next)

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

Fareeha had known she was going to join Overwatch since… well, she’d always known. In this world, it was the best way to help people, and that was all Fareeha wanted to do.

Her mother had told her that the motto of the police force back When had been “to serve and protect.” Ana had said that she’d kept that in mind on every mission, that her goal was to serve and protect all the humans and good omnics in the world, especially Fareeha. So, of course, Fareeha wanted to do the same.

Her mother’s stories were not meant to inspire her to join Overwatch in any capacity, much less its armed forces. They were always tinged with warning, instead. “I want you to have the childhood my mother had back When, one free from the worries of war.” She’d said that one often. “You can join any of the other divisions, whichever you wish, just not Overwatch.”

Once Fareeha reached the age where she knew how to talk back, her response was usually, “I don’t want to be a useless kid! I want to help people!”

Ana would shake her head and say to ask again when she was older, closer to the admission age. “Next year.”

Every year.

Fareeha received top marks in all of her classes each year, excelling in every subject, but putting more focus into her physical education than most of the children her age did. She would never settle, always pushing herself until she had the highest score or the fastest time in each activity. She prided herself on the fact that she could intimidate most of the boys her age and older.

A shadow started to creep up on her, though. As she got older, she started noticing more and more that the majority of compliments given her were comparisons to her mother.

“You’re going to outrank your mom someday, aren’t you?”

“I bet Captain Amari’s proud you want to follow in her footsteps, huh?”

“Are you planning on becoming a sniper, like her? I’m sure you’d excel at it!”

Fareeha quickly learned to smile and brush off these questions with answers one would expect of a small, ambitious child. She never told anyone that no, in fact, her mother did not want Fareeha to follow her path at all. She would probably not even sign off on her admission to the Overwatch academy when Fareeha turned twelve, if she let her apply at all.

So here she was, two weeks away from her twelfth birthday. With it being so close, all of her teachers had been asking her, lately, if she’d filled out her division application yet. “I’ve had it filled for months,” she’d answered, smiling at their praise and best wishes instead of telling them that it still didn’t have her mother’s signature.

With classes done for the day, Fareeha stopped in the tunnel outside the door to their dorm. She stared down at the application in her hands, turned to the last page where, at the bottom, the signature line lay. Fareeha forced herself to take a deep breath when she noticed that her hands were starting to clench and crumple the paper. Now holding the application packet gently by the corner, she swiped her free hand over the ID reader and entered the dorm.

“Mama?” she called out as she kicked off her shoes.

“Hello, habibti, welcome home!” Ana said, much closer than Fareeha had been expecting.

She turned to look and saw that her mother was sitting on the couch in the living room. She must have had a strange look on her face, because Ana quickly started talking again.

“I just have something to talk to you about, Fareeha. You’re not in trouble. Come sit.” She patted the space next to her on the couch.

Her tone was serious, but not angry, so Fareeha believed her. Serious was often not much better than angry, however, not in this world, and so believing didn’t help her relax. Nonetheless, she sat down next to her mother, holding the Overwatch application to her side so as not to draw attention to it. “Are… you leaving?”

The sadness in Ana’s smile was the only answer Fareeha needed, but she replied anyway. “Unfortunately so, habibti.” She wrapped an arm around Fareeha’s shoulders and pulled her close to kiss the top of her head. “So, you’ll be on your own for a while, but you can always go stay with Nahla’s family, if you’d like. I’m sorry I’ll miss your birthday, Fareeha, especially your twelfth.” She ran a hand through Fareeha’s hair and kissed her head again.

Fareeha, meanwhile, honestly wasn’t very surprised. It had been almost two years since her mother’s last deployment, yes, but she was used to having to say goodbye with a moment’s notice. She was used to the missed birthdays and staying alone.

“If we had lived back When,” Ana used to say before she left, “there would be so many different people who could take care of you in my absence. There was a foster system that would take in kids without parents, but in the Undergrounds, if something happens to me, you and our friends are all you’ll have, until you join a division.”

Fareeha had learned early on how to take care of herself, how to find Nahla’s family’s dorm on her own if she was truly in need of something. So, no, she wasn’t surprised. Instead, she realized that this would be the last chance she had to ask for her mother’s signature before her twelfth birthday.

Fareeha stared straight ahead as she slowly said, “What if I joined a division, instead?”

Ana’s arm tensed around Fareeha’s shoulders. “And which division do you want to join?” She slowly pulled away so she could look down and meet Fareeha’s eyes. “I’ve heard excellent things from your teachers; you could have your pick.”

Fareeha could tell that her mother already knew what she was going to say. She was trying to be hopeful—she could see it in her eye, hear it in her tone. But she knew that this was what she wanted, even what she needed. Fareeha was born to help people, and this was the best way to do that.

So, Fareeha said, “Overwatch,” and held out the application.

The silence stretched on for what felt like forever, but once Ana spoke, Fareeha wished it had never ended.

“You are not joining the Overwatch division, Fareeha.”

At the shocked look on Fareeha’s face, Ana stood up and turned away, crossing her arms.

“But…” Fareeha faltered, looking down as her clenched fists rumpled the paper of the application again. “You said, every time, that I could ask when I was closer to the application age. I’m turning twelve! I can apply now!”

Her mother shook her head, still turned away. “You can choose any other division, Fareeha, but you are forbidden to join Overwatch, armed forces or otherwise. I will not sign the application.”

Fareeha heard a small tap. Looking down, she saw that her last name, where she had signed it in her best penmanship possible, was now smudged beyond recognition. She didn’t know when she’d started crying, but that was the last straw.

“Why?” Fareeha stood up. “You know I’d be good at it. I’d be the best soldier! I could even be a captain like you! My teachers say I’m a natural-born leader. Why won’t you let me join?”

Ana turned her head ever-so-slightly in her direction. “I’ve told you many times, Fareeha. You need a normal child—”

“Nobody here can have a life without war!” And she was sick of pretending that it was possible. Ana turned to fully face her, at that. “The omnics control most of Above, and who knows how long it’ll be before the only humans and good omnics left on the planet are in the Undergrounds? And what if the omnics find them? Nobody here can forget about those things! I can never have a normal childhood!”

Did Ana think she didn’t wish things were different? Didn’t she know how much Fareeha used to wish that they had lived back When, or far in the future after the battle for humanity had been won (if it could be won)? She could have grown up knowing her father, with all three of them being together instead of him being… wherever he was. Maybe she could have been a musician or one of those school coaches when she grew up.

But that wasn’t the world they lived in.

“This is my normal childhood. Normal children choose a division to join, and some normal children have to train with Overwatch to protect and serve the good of humanity.” Fareeha planted her feet, stood her ground like Ana had taught her. Chin raised to her mother, she held out the tear-stained application packet once more. “Please, Mom, sign for me. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Fareeha could feel the tears streaming down her face as she pleaded. Ana had to see how much she wanted this, how much this meant to her. She’d do anything if Ana would just—

“I’m sorry, Fareeha. You don’t want this life.”

Her mother wouldn’t look her in the eye as Fareeha’s arm dropped back down to her side. Ana reached down behind the couch and pulled out a duffel bag Fareeha hadn’t noticed.

“I have to leave now, habibti. I’m sorry I don’t have more time.” She slung the duffel strap over her shoulder and started walking towards the door. “You don’t have to choose a division right away, Fareeha; you know you have until you turn fourteen, so just… take your time and think about which of the others you’d like to join, instead. I’ll be back in about a month.” Ana opened the door. “I love you.”

Fareeha didn’t answer, tears streaming down her face and application crumpled in her hand. She felt… betrayed, by her own mother, and didn’t know how to form words around it.

After a moment, Ana sighed and left, shutting the door behind her.

Fareeha collapsed to her knees. It knocked the breath out of her and released the first sob. She sat there for a long while, crying over her wrinkled Overwatch application.

Why couldn’t her mother understand, being an Overwatch agent herself? Everyone else seemed to think that Captain Amari should be encouraging her daughter to join the same division, so why was she so against it? Did she just not want Fareeha to be happy?

After having punched the ground a few times and leaving her knuckles slightly bloody, Fareeha resigned herself to a small dinner and an early bedtime.

Fareeha’s best friend in the Egyptian Underground was the complete opposite of her mother. Nahla would help her train, encourage her to push herself, and dream about the day they would enter the Overwatch divisional academy together. She was outspoken and persuasive, but not in the authoritative way Ana was.

Nahla wasn’t very physically strong, but she was the smartest person Fareeha knew. She could find a way to engineer anything into working condition, even with the limited Underground resources. She could also talk her way out of anything, which is what helped her get special parts she needed for her big “projects.” A majority of these projects ended with explosions of some sort, but injuries were a rare occurrence.

But she was always there for Fareeha, always knew how to cheer her up or comfort her. So, a week after her mother’s departure, when a knock on the door led to the worst news possible, Fareeha knew where to go.

It usually took her an hour to make her way through the maze of tunnels and reach the complex Nahla’s dorm was housed in, but this time she made the trip in forty minutes. Nearing the right area, Fareeha picked up her pace, sprinting and squeezing through a crowded corridor until she came out on the other side. She skirted around the edge of a circular junction and found the correct connecting tunnel to take her to Nahla. Just a few minutes later, she was outside the al-Sayed dormitory.

The door was already open, and both Nahla and her mother, Hadeer, were waiting for her with tears streaming down their own faces.

Of course, Fareeha realized. Nahla’s older brother, Seif, was an Overwatch agent on her mother’s team….

The three of them held each other as they cried.

The next day, all of Fareeha’s teachers asked her where her father was, and when she replied with, “the Canadian Underground,” they all bore the same look on their faces.

Yeah, that’s right, she wanted to scream at them in place of their silence. I haven’t talked to him since I was three years old, I can’t remember what his voice sounds like, and he’s probably not even alive anymore!

But she didn’t do that. Instead, she took their condolences and offers of help if she “needed anything” in silence. No one offered her a room, though, because no one had one to give.

That evening, she determinedly took her application packet to the divisional information complex, where she put on her best “adult” face and approached the first available agent. “Hello,” she said after he introduced himself, “I have the application for the Overwatch division filled out, except for the signature page. It got a bit stained and, therefore, un-sign-able.” Her words sounded stilted to her, but she kept going through her grimace. “Would you mind retrieving for me a clean signature page so that I may turn in the application on my birthday?”

“Overwatch?” the man called Amr asked a bit incredulously. “Well, I suppose you do fit the part.” Fareeha assumed he meant her physical fitness and decided to take it as a compliment.

He held out his hand for Fareeha’s application, so she handed it over. It was still flipped to the signature page, so he quickly turned to the front. His eyes widened immediately. “Miss Amari, I see. Trying to follow in your mother’s… well….” Amr seemed to recognize too late how badly he’d misspoken, but Fareeha tried not to let it bother her.

“I want to protect and serve the good that’s left in the world. Since my mother is—gone,” she hadn’t expected to get so choked up on that word, “and my father is unreachable, I am independent and will sign for myself. I’m not trying to follow in my mother’s footsteps; I’m trying to make my own path, to finish what she started. To do more.”

The look Amr was giving her right now was one of pity, and Fareeha hated it.

“Look, kid, I don’t want you to make a choice this big when your emotions are running high. Why don’t you take the…” he quickly checked the application again, “week left until your birthday to really think about it, and if you still want to join, I’ll give you that clean signature page.”

Fareeha’s fists clenched again. She was so sick of adults telling her what she wanted and didn’t want. But the day had been exhausting, putting up with everyone’s bad energy, and so she didn’t feel like fighting with him. She merely nodded and left to begin the half-hour trek back to her dorm.

Her dorm. Only hers.

Fareeha told Nahla about the entire incident the next day, when all the different Egyptian complexes’ classes met in the main hall for lunch. She had expected Nahla to make fun of Amr, sympathize with her, and encourage her as always to keep her head up and remember that they’d be in Overwatch together, soon.

Instead, Nahla was looking strangely at her food, her brow furrowed. “I’m not joining Overwatch division anymore, Fareeha,” she said slowly. “My brother—and your mom—died. My dad died fighting years ago. They were murdered, all of them. My mom, she doesn’t have anyone else. There’s no way I could risk my life like that, now that it could mean I would leave her alone.”

Nahla took a breath, seemingly avoiding looking at Fareeha’s wide eyes, and continued. “I’m going to join the AgriSci division, make sure I can keep my mom and everyone else fed. And I think you should join another division, too, something like Education so you could be a fitness instructor, maybe…”

Fareeha couldn’t stop the tears this time, either. Not even her best friend was on her side, anymore, it seemed. No more Team Nahleeha taking Overwatch by storm together. Her mother was right—once she was gone, Fareeha really was on her own.

“You can do what you want, Nahla,” Fareeha said with as much coldness and venom as she could muster in her voice, “but I’m joining Overwatch, and I’m ending the Omnic Crisis, once and for all. I’m going to help save humanity. You’ll see.”

She didn’t wait for a response or even look at Nahla before turning to walk out.

When her birthday came, she didn’t even bother going to classes. The first thing she did was go back to the divisional information complex and head straight for Amr.

“I would like a blank signature page for the Overwatch divisional application, please, sir,” she said, firmly but politely.

Amr looked down at her with shock in his eyes for a moment, and then Fareeha could see him contemplating the situation and her seriousness. She made sure not to flinch even the slightest, meeting his gaze head on. It took a moment, but eventually, Amr sighed and walked to a back room.

Minutes later, he returned with her application and a blank signature page. “If you’re truly sure this is what you want to do, Miss Amari, then who am I to stop you?”

Amr led them over to a desk, where he picked up a pen and passed it to her. Fareeha quickly placed the paper on the desk and signed and dated the appropriate spots, not caring so much about her handwriting this time. She then removed the old signature page from the packet and replaced it with this one, pressing the micro-staple in the corner to attach it.

Fareeha held the completed application out to Amr. “Thank you for your assistance. If you could please turn in this application for me, I would greatly appreciate it.”

Amr nodded once. “Of course, Miss Amari. Best of luck on your acceptance into the program.”

Fareeha stayed and watched as Amr placed the application in the 3D scanner, where it manifested a digital copy onto the holo-board behind it. Amr opened a handheld menu and quickly entered his information, and Fareeha soon saw the application fly off towards a destination labeled, “OVWSWZ.”

Amr turned and only then noticed that Fareeha hadn’t left. “All right, Miss Amari, I’ll contact you whenever they respond to—”

The holo-board dinged behind him, making him jump a bit. He pressed a button on the holo-menu, and the message opened only to his eyes. He blinked, and the white disappeared from in front of his face; he was now staring at Fareeha with a slightly astonished look on his face. “Well, then.” He cleared his throat. “Congratulations, Miss Fareeha Amari. You are officially an Overwatch divisional trainee. You depart tonight at 2300.”

Fareeha felt the shock slowly fade away after a few moments, but with everything that had happened the last few weeks, she couldn’t really muster up a smile. Happy birthday, indeed.

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Ruined [Pharmercy fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Pharmercy

Rating: E

Summary: The nanites running through Angela Ziegler's body have slowly suppressed the effects of her heat cycle to the point where she hasn't actually had one in years. That all changes when Fareeha Amari joins their unofficial organization.

Chapter: 1/1

So far, at least in Angela’s opinion, things had been going relatively well at the newly-but-not-officially-reformed Overwatch. The flirting that had always been tossed her way in the old days had calmed down significantly, as had Angela’s own reactions to them. Over the years, her nanites had slowly repressed her heat until it was practically nonexistent. This was (thankfully) accompanied by a dulled sensitivity to others’ pheromones.

There used to be a time when Angela would nearly crumble from an Alpha’s command at the right time of the month. It had been extremely frustrating to deal with, especially once she became a doctor—which happened relatively early in her life. She was grateful for the nanites’ work, really.

Now, everyone treated her more like a Beta; less teasing and outright flirting, no more Alphas suddenly becoming overprotective of her. She knew that agents like Winston, Lena, and Jack had always respected her, but it somehow felt as if she was respected more, now. They were more willing to let her be their field medic, with her new-and-improved Valkyrie suit (although that could have been due to the lack of other options for medical support at this stage of redevelopment). She felt stronger.

Then they received a new recruit that ruined everything.

Angela was always up early, before the sun most days. She started the morning coffee and would always drink at least two cups before heading back to the med bay. Looking through the various forms that littered her desk, she spotted a new file with a familiar name.

Angela opened the folder in shock, reading over the basic info on one Fareeha Amari. Jack had mentioned a possible new recruit, but he had neglected to mention that it was Ana Amari’s daughter joining them.

The last time Angela had seen Fareeha, the world had been so very different. Fareeha had barely been a teenager. Angela had been distracted by the glamour of the beginnings of Overwatch. Ana had been alive.

Angela shook her head at herself. Fareeha was a grown adult now—and a very well-accomplished one, if her file was true. She might not even remember Angela, for all she knew.

She wondered if Fareeha had grown to have that same gentle power that her Beta mother had emanated, once upon a time. Ana had always been charismatic, putting everyone at ease instantly. Maybe having another Amari around would be a good thing; if she was anything like her mother, maybe things wouldn’t implode, this time around.

Angela scolded herself. She remembered the bickering arguments the Amari women would get into. Fareeha was her own person, and Angela shouldn’t compare her to Ana. She couldn’t even imagine living under the weight of that shadow.

A few hours later, Angela was getting antsy—unusually so. Nothing had happened to disturb her routine for the day, but she couldn’t stop bouncing her leg or tapping her pen. She decided that she would put in an hour or so at the gym that night, after the majority of the crew had gone to sleep.

She stayed away from coffee for the next few hours, but she never felt any less anxious. In fact, it was becoming increasingly harder to concentrate on her research.

A knock on the med bay doors brought her out of her haze. Athena automatically opened the door for Jack, and a faint smell entered the bay from the hallway.

Angela slightly scrunched up her nose in delight. “Is someone cooking?”

Jack stopped on his way in, head cocking to the side. “No. No one’s cooking anything. Look, Amari Junior is here. She’s being shown around the place right now, but she’ll be over soon for your examination.”

Angela nodded, chewing on the end of her pen. “All right. I will be ready for her. Thank you.” She went back to her tablet, hearing the med bay doors open and shut again.

An hour later, Angela was about to give in, standing to go for a quick jog when Athena announced that “Captain Fareeha Amari” was at the door.

Angela nodded to herself, setting her things down and stepping around to the front of the desk. “Let her in, Athena.”

The bay doors opened, and Angela collapsed against her desk. The smell from earlier had returned, but overwhelmingly so. It felt as if every nerve in her body was tingling in pleasure.

It was desperately obvious to Angela that Fareeha Amari was no Beta. Honestly, she wasn’t even quite sure Fareeha was an Alpha—never in her life had Angela nearly come just from an Alpha’s presence.

It was still strange to realize what had just happened. Angela was… dazed, to say the least.

It was quite clearly Fareeha that had caused Angela’s all-day energy—Fareeha, the Alpha like no other, who had just sent Dr. Angela Ziegler spiraling into her first heat in six years.

She was still so far away, Angela realized. Her body was aching for Fareeha to come closer, but the soldier stood frozen in the doorway. Angela could see how tense her muscles were from her place against the desk; of course she had noticed the stench of Omega pheromones filling up the room. Was that why Jack had looked at her so strangely, before?

Angela didn’t even have the spare energy to shake her head at herself—she could only close her eyes, the rest of her focus put towards not throwing herself at the newest Overwatch recruit.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” Fareeha said, voice only the smallest bit stilted. “Should I come back at another time?”

How does she have that much control? Angela knew that the majority of Alphas would not be able to resist the urge to abandon all logic and claim the Omega in front of them. Fareeha, however, flushed and tense, was being a complete gentleman.

Fick.

“No, I’m,”—Angela choked on the smell of Fareeha as soon as her mouth opened, chocolate and rocket fuel and salt and coffee and— “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” Her hands were gripping the edge of the desk so tightly, she wasn’t quite sure if the edge was cutting into her fingers. “Please, Athena, help C-Captain Amari reschedule for later today.”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

“I will see you tonight, Doctor,” Fareeha rushed out in one breath, before turning tightly on her heels and exiting the med bay. As soon as the doors closed behind her, Angela released the whimper she’d been fighting this whole time.

She was beyond wet. She had soaked through her underwear and pants, so much so that she could feel the slickness pooling between her crotch and the desk. Now alone, she couldn’t help but shift her hips a bit, grinding her clit against the hard surface.

Angela let out a low moan, clenching her thighs together. Before she put any more thought into it, she muttered for Athena to enter Do Not Disturb protocol and entered her bedroom.

Nothing was enough. She easily stretched to accompany four fingers, but Angela forced herself to stop after the sixth orgasm had done nothing to alleviate the effects of her heat.

“Athena,” she gasped, trembling on the bed with her fingers still inside of her, “emergency suppressants.”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

It took three and a half hours for Angela to stand again, the suppressants finally taking effect enough for her to regain control over her body.

She felt ridiculous. Now that her head was clearing up, she was realizing more and more just how much of an embarrassment she’d made of herself.

And poor Fareeha. No one should have to deal with such… unprofessional behavior—from their doctor, no less. How could she gain Fareeha’s trust after that scandal?

“Dr. Ziegler?”

“Yes, Athena?”

“It is almost time for your rescheduled appointment with Captain Amari. Are you feeling well enough to attend?”

Angela turned on the shower and took off what little clothing she still had on. “Yes, I believe so, Athena. Keep the appointment as scheduled. I’ll take the supplements before she arrives.” Hopefully, the normal pills in addition to the emergency dosage would keep her hormones balanced in the presence of her new patient.

It wasn’t until Fareeha walked into the med bay for the second time that day that Angela realized she hadn’t gotten the chance to actually look at her. She had definitely grown. Her black hair was held in the same style, cropped just at her broad shoulders. The udjat underneath her eye was both new and familiar, and Angela reminded herself to not compare Fareeha to her mother.

Indeed, the similarities stopped there, as Fareeha’s frame was much taller—stiffer and sturdier than Ana ever stood. Her entire energy was something unique. No wonder she’d had such a reaction earlier.

So far, so good, she encouraged herself as she gave a small smile and slowly met up with the captain. “I really do apologize for what happened earlier. I assure you, my behavior is never usually that out of line. It was completely unprofessional, and it will not happen again.”

There was only the faintest of blushes across Fareeha’s face as she sat down on the examining table. “It is no concern of mine, Doctor. I trust you.”

And for some reason, the openness with which the captain said the words that eased Angela’s greatest worry completely overcame the suppressants.

Angela couldn’t hold back the squeaky whimper this time, as Fareeha was now only three feet away instead of twenty and was so perfect—

Fareeha jumped to her feet, facing Angela with her back perfectly straight. She couldn’t hear either of their breathing; it was like waiting for the pin to drop. Angela’s entire body was tensed with the urge to wrap her legs around the captain’s hips and feel teeth against her neck.

She groaned at the thought, and Fareeha’s pupils blew wide open. Her left hand was clutching the cushion atop the examination table. Angela felt wetness start to slowly drip down her thighs as she imagined that grip in her hair, around her throat. Her underwear was surely ruined. She was ruined.

Her knees buckled underneath her. She couldn’t even fight it as Fareeha moved forward, grasping Angela’s forearms and keeping her from crashing to the floor. Everything was hazy, the smell of Fareeha clouding everything around her. Her face was now buried into Fareeha’s neck, and the soldier was impossibly still.

Angela couldn’t help the deep breath she took; she couldn’t really control anything her body was doing now. It started with her nose and ended with her mouth opening against Fareeha’s skin, trying to learn as much of the captain’s smell as she could.

The hands on her elbows tightened, and then Angela was biting Fareeha’s collar bone.

With a growl, Fareeha shoved Angela back against the med table, pinning their hips together and faces coming within centimeters of each other. Angela nearly came at the feeling of the Alpha’s bulge pressed to the front of her pants.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, and she couldn’t quite tell whether English or German had left her mouth.

She heard strained Arabic in reply, felt Fareeha’s sweet breath against her lips and the throbbing heat pressed against her. “I never do this with strangers,” she continued in English. “I’ve never wanted this so badly.” She kept her hands flat on the desk behind Angela.

“We can’t,” Angela nearly whispered, though she had no idea how or why. “I’m—I’m your doctor. We can’t do this.” Oh, yes. That was why.

Fareeha let out a growl so low it made Angela shiver, but—to the doctor’s amazement—she stepped back. She placed her hands gently on Angela’s shoulders and pushed her away. Angela felt a high-pitched whine leave her throat at the lack of contact. Her thighs pressed together, causing her to squirm.

“I am sorry,” Fareeha said without making eye contact. “You are right. I suggest that I wait outside the door while you… take some suppressants.” The way she paused made it clear that Angela was free to do whatever she needed to in order to lessen her heat, which made the doctor’s ears burn a bright red.

Nonetheless, she was right. Maybe a fresh dose—perhaps more than the normal amount? —would keep her heat calm enough to finish this examination, at least. She would have to work on a more long-term solution, but for now, she nodded. Fareeha left immediately and stiffly.

Angela’s entire body was on fire. She wanted nothing more than to slip a hand into her underwear, but if earlier was any indication, she would find no relief that way.

It wasn’t unheard of for an Alpha to have such strong pheromones that they would cause Omegas to spontaneously go into heat. But it had never happened to Angela before, and she honestly hadn’t expected it to. There was something about Fareeha that was stronger than her nanites in affecting her. That was terrifying.

She asked Athena for another dose of emergency suppressants. They at least seemed to kick in faster than they had earlier, so Angela had Athena call Fareeha in quickly.

They didn’t last long.

Angela’s hands wound themselves in Fareeha’s thick hair as she was slammed onto the examination table. The captain’s tongue against hers made her dizzy, and she couldn’t control the grinding of her hips against Fareeha’s bulge.

Fareeha pulled her mouth away from Angela’s, reach up to tug her head back by her hair. She trailed slick, open-mouthed kisses down Angela’s neck before saying, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

And it was that—that concern Fareeha still had even through her rut-clouded mind—which made Angela know she was 100% sure she wanted this.

“Bitte, fuck—fuck me, Fareeha,” she whimpered, her Omega taking over after years of dormancy.

The captain responded with a growl against her throat and the sound of zippers being undone. Angela was suddenly flipped, bent over the table with Fareeha’s cock against her ass. She let out a wanton groan at the feeling of her thick shaft gliding between her pussy lips. She could feel how far down her thighs her arousal had already spread.

Fareeha thrust half of her cock into her with one harsh thrust. Angela’s moan was almost a sob; it had been so long since she’d been filled, and even then, she’d never been filled like this. She could already feel Fareeha’s knot pressing at her entrance, before the captain drew her cock back out to the tip. Angela felt like she couldn’t breathe, but then she gasped in a deep breath as Fareeha slammed her thick cock back inside her, stretching her so deliciously.

The pace was furious after that. Fareeha’s thighs slapped against Angela’s ass with every thrust. Everything she said was exactly what Angela wanted to hear.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that? I love seeing you under me. You like having me take care of you, malak? Do I feel nice inside you? You’re going to be even more full soon.”

Angela moaned loudly, arching her back to try and take Fareeha deeper inside of her. “Please, please, liebe, Alpha, bitte.” She was almost incoherent, and she could feel drool starting to escape the corner of her mouth. Fareeha pressed her head down into the table as she fucked her, smacking her on the ass and forcing another groan out of her.

“That’s good, habibti. Come for me.”

Angela screamed as she came around Fareeha’s cock, clenching tightly around the shaft as the captain upped her pace once more, blindly rutting into the doctor’s pussy. She reached around Angela’s hips and pressed her thumb to the Omega’s clit, causing another orgasm to take Angela’s body.

By the fourth orgasm, Angela was desperate to be filled. Her pussy constantly clenched around Fareeha’s cock, trying to milk anything from it—but her Alpha was strong.

“My Alpha, liebe, bitte, fill me, knot me, I want—” she broke off into another sob as Fareeha grasped her hips and swiftly pushed her knot past Angela’s entrance. Suddenly, she could feel the captain’s warm come spurting deep inside her, making her see stars.

Angela went limp on the examination table, and Fareeha on top of her. The captain pressed feather-light kisses against the back of Angela’s neck. They both periodically let out low moans as more, smaller orgasms continued to happen.

Angela felt Fareeha’s hot breath on the back of her neck. “Doctor, I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but could I treat you to dinner?”

Angela let out a bark of laughter, turning her head to meet Fareeha’s gaze over her shoulder. She studied the captain for a moment, her heart full. “My Alpha,” she whispered, testing it out with a non-heat-crazed mind.

Fareeha’s smile would have knocked her off her feet, had she been standing. It was a wide, brilliant grin that only made Angela want more.

Her hips were shifting before she fully realized what she was doing, and that grin dissolved into that delicious Alpha expression once more. Still knotted, Fareeha began thrusting shallowly into Angela’s full pussy, growling, “Mine.”

Angela whimpered and arched her neck. “Yes, please, yours Alpha.” When she felt the piercing pain and pleasure of Fareeha’s bite, she came again, lost in the pleasure she hadn’t even known she'd been craving.

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Schlaflose Vogel: Chapter 2 [Pharmercy fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Pharmercy

Rating: M

Summary: Angela doesn’t need to sleep very much. Fareeha, on the other hand, isn’t getting nearly enough. Caught between her duty as a doctor and her feelings for the Egyptian captain, Angela has to navigate her new role within Overwatch and her loneliness, while Fareeha struggles with a secret (or two) that could cause a lot of grief to the people she cares about.

Chapter: 2/2 (Prev)

Ana Amari was alive, and Fareeha was the only one who knew.

It had been almost a month since Ana’s letter came. It kept her up most nights, and she was afraid that it was beginning to become noticeable to the other members of the New Overwatch. The last thing she needed was a dip in her performance, now that she’d finally been able to have her lifelong dream recognized, but sleep simply eluded her.

Mostly, she didn’t know what to do with this information. Part of her wanted to tell Comm—Jack, or even Winston, as her superior officers. Another part of her just wanted to tell somebody, just to share the burden.

The largest part of her won out, though, and kept her from selfishly spilling her mother’s secret. Instead, here she was, lying awake and anxious at three in the morning. She had an appointment with the doctor at 0830, too, and she knew if Dr. Ziegler noticed how tired Fareeha was, she would say something.

A familiar, fluttering feeling took over Fareeha’s chest at the thought of her—she’d thought Dr. Angela Ziegler was the most beautiful woman in the world the very first time she’d laid eyes on her, and that sentiment had never gone away.

Ugh. Maybe she needed to take a walk.

Her clock read 0308 when Fareeha finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a lightweight, long-sleeved t-shirt. A jog, instead, maybe; exhausting her body sounded like it might work. She slipped on her running shoes and left her room, taking care to tread lightly until she got away from the dorms.

Time seemed to slow as Fareeha ran, succeeding—at least for a bit—in clearing her head. After a long while, she slowed her pace until she was walking as she had originally intended. The coolness of the complex Overwatch was currently housed in left the sweat to dry on her skin and clothes instead of evaporate, and she was actually starting to feel a bit chilly.

It was with this realization that Fareeha finally started to take note of her surroundings. She couldn’t help but let out an incredulous breath of laughter, as of course her subconscious had taken her directly to the good doctor’s med bay.

She shook her head at herself. How had a silly teenage crush morphed into such a sickeningly sweet, unrequited love?

Fareeha sighed before stepping forward. In any case, she was positive she was the earliest appointment the doctor had that day, and surely Dr. Ziegler wouldn’t mind her coming in a bit early to get it out of the way… right?

That fluttering feeling came back, an annoying reminder. Fareeha took a deep breath before stopping in front of the med bay doors. “Athena,” she called out, “I’d like to see Dr. Ziegler, please.”

“Yes, Captain Amari,” Athena answered immediately. “Dr. Ziegler is available.” The doors opened, and Fareeha tried her best to keep her chin high as she walked through.

Fareeha had been about two seconds away from a full breakdown when Angela had asked for the full story. The only thing that had grounded her was the fact that the most beautiful woman in the world had been wiping her tears.

So, okay, she probably shouldn’t have been so forward with the hot tub invitation, but something about Angela’s reaction told her that she wasn’t in the wrong. It had seemed like the doctor had been dropping hints since Fareeha walked in, and although she could very well be misreading things… if there was even the slightest chance that the woman she’d been in love with since she was sixteen could want to be with her, Fareeha wasn’t going to let her mother get in the way.

The day passed in a blur. She took Angela’s advice and kept the day for herself, but she ended up spending most of her time in the gym working off her excited energy, anyway. She made sure to shower, washing herself twice to be safe.

That night, she was ready at 2230, in swim trunks and a dark blue bikini top. She studied herself in the mirror for a while, particularly focused on her tattoo—the one she’d gotten not only as a reminder of her mother’s lessons, but in her memory. Was it a lie now, this mark that the doctor had caressed so caringly?

When she next glanced at the time, Fareeha had three minutes before she was supposed to meet Angela. She frantically ran around her room to collect her towel and shoes. As she reached for the door, Athena began speaking to her.

“Captain Amari, Dr. Ziegler is—”

Not paying attention in her hurry, Fareeha opened the door right as Athena said, “outside,” and there, in fact, stood Dr. Angela Ziegler with her hand raised to knock. They each jumped back about a foot before laughing nervously.

“I’m sorry to intrude—”

“I didn’t mean to scare—”

They stopped stumbling over each other’s words and laughed again. Fareeha noticed that Angela now had that same adorable blush she’d had earlier in the med bay. She could feel herself smiling widely—it was the same smile she always seemed to get around Angela. She gestured for the doctor to speak first.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sweet smile. “I thought it would make sense for us to walk together, since we’re only a couple doors away from each other.”

Fareeha felt her heart flutter once again. She was adorable. “Of course! I would love to walk with you.” She tried to tell herself that she was locking all thoughts of her mother away in her room as she shut the door behind her. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hard to focus her attention on Angela when she was right next to her.

As they started walking, a silence fell over them. Fareeha found it strange—not the silence itself, but the fact that she didn’t feel the need to end it, at least for the moment. She glanced at Angela out of the corner of her eye to try and garner whether she was feeling the same way, but she couldn’t see well without being obvious.

Angela broke the silence after a few moments, anyway. “How was the rest of your day, after our appointment? If I may say so, you already look like you’re feeling at least a bit better than before.”

Fareeha turned to face her now, heart warming at the sight of Angela’s soft smile. She gave one of her own in return. “Well, I took some good advice from my doctor and took a break today.”

“Oh, really?” Angela said, shock and slight disbelief apparent in her tone. “What did you do all day, then?”

Fareeha faced forward and scratched the back of her neck. “Ah, well I wasn’t working, which was the true intention, so…”

Angela giggled, a hand coming up to hover over her mouth. “You were in the gym all day, weren’t you?” When Fareeha only pursed her lips in reply, Angela let out a full-on laugh. “You soldiers, you’re all the same. You can never just sit still, can you?”

Fareeha scoffed, indignance overcoming her slight embarrassment. “I don’t think you can be one to lecture me on that, Dr. Ziegler. If I recall, you were in need of a break for yourself, as well. At least I actually did no work today.”

Angela hummed as they approached the gym doors. “You do have a point there.” The doors opened automatically for them, and Fareeha let Angela through first. “How chivalrous,” Angela teased, causing Fareeha’s face to turn a deep color once more.

With Angela in front of her now, Fareeha finally took notice of what she was wearing. As they crossed the empty gym to get to the spa doors, Angela’s thigh-length coverup dress barely covered her ass, and her long legs were completely on display. Fareeha had to quickly stop herself from bumping into Angela from behind, as she’d accidentally started staring.

Angela offered her a distraction by opening the spa doors and announcing, “Here we are!” The spa was small and clean, but not very well used, true to Angela’s testament. Everything still looked brand new, but the complex was decades old.

The hot tub was rather large, and not currently bubbling. Fareeha had to admit that the steam rising from the water made it look extremely inviting.

Then Angela placed the towel she’d been carrying on a nearby chair and lifted her coverup over her head. Underneath the white mesh-like material was a gold and black bikini. Fareeha felt like she was sixteen again, ogling her crush from across the room.

Angela cleared her throat, jerking Fareeha out of her daze. She lifted her eyes back to Angela’s face, which was now glowing as red as her own probably was. Part of her was sorry, and she voiced as much in apology, but… “You’re just so beautiful. I’ve always thought so.”

Angela bit her lip and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “I appreciate it, Fareeha. And really, I don’t mind at all.” Fareeha’s jaw went a bit slack at the pointed look Angela gave her.

There was no way she could be misreading all of this, right?

Angela turned away from her and walked to the hot tub, setting the dial on the wall beside it to fifteen minutes and waiting for the machine to start. When the water began to bubble and splash, Angela stepped down into the hot tub. She sank down until her shoulders were covered and, with a relaxed-sounding sigh, floated over to sit on the bench.

Fareeha was quick to follow, placing her own towel next to Angela’s and nearly running into the water. She hummed lowly as the warmth enveloped her. Fareeha followed Angela’s lead and dropped to immerse herself up to her neck, sitting on the opposite side of the circular tub. She leaned her head back for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of her muscles relaxing.

“Thank you for this, Angela,” she said with her eyes closed. “I never would have come here if not for you. I really needed this day, apparently.” When Fareeha righted her head and opened her eyes, it wasn’t to what she expected.

Angela had a very determined look in her eyes. She tilted her head when Fareeha met her gaze, and then she was slowly moving closer to her. Fareeha sat up straighter in the tub, shivering as the air hit her shoulders. “Angela?” she said, but she didn’t receive an answer.

Instead, Angela maintained eye contact with her as she moved closer, placed her hands on Fareeha’s shoulders, and straddled her lap. Fareeha felt like she couldn’t move, not even breathe, or she might shatter this dream she had found herself in.

“Fareeha,” Angela said so softly, hands traveling up to rest in her hair. “Tell me to stop.”

“And if I don’t want to?” Fareeha didn’t know how she was able to speak when she couldn’t feel herself breathing, still. But that was okay, because Angela was kissing her.

Fareeha’s hands quickly grabbed onto Angela’s hips, even though her brain had yet to catch up with what exactly was happening. Sixteen-year-old her probably used this as a fantasy, and yet here she was, living it?

She moaned as Angela’s hands pulled her close to kiss her harder. Fareeha’s grip tightened on Angela’s hips, causing her to grind down onto Fareeha’s lap.

How is this happening? was the thought that made Fareeha pull back, as much as she just wanted to enjoy this before it disappeared. “Wait, I… why?” she stumbled out breathlessly, struggling to focus with Angela’s hands still running through her hair. She couldn’t help but glance down to Angela’s kiss-swollen lips every few seconds.

“Well,” Angela said softly, hands moving to tickle the baby hairs at the nap of Fareeha’s neck as she talked, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Honestly, it’s been going on for quite some time, but I just realized that you feel the same way. And we’ve both been so blind,” Angela let out a small laugh, “that I knew you weren’t going to do something any time soon, so… I took it upon myself. I hope you don’t mind…?”

“Are you kidding?” Fareeha said incredulously. She felt a moment’s hesitation, but something told her to dive in head first. “Angela, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen. You do know how incredible you are, right?”

The look Angela gave her in response was probably the softest Fareeha had ever seen. Angela brought a hand back up to cup Fareeha’s cheek and slowly leaned in to kiss her once more. She could feel Angela inhale deeply as they kissed, before she pulled back and breathed, “I love you. Make love to me,” over Fareeha’s lips.

Fareeha got to watch in awe as Angela came above her, riding her fingers and gripping the edge of the hot tub. With the way she sang her name, Fareeha knew she had to hear it again. She lifted Angela from the water and shakily walked over to lay her down on one of the lounge chairs nearby. The second time Angela came, Fareeha came with her, grinding against Angela’s thigh and moaning against her mouth.

After their heartbeats started to calm, Angela bit her lip and looked up at her. “Would you… like to come stay with me tonight?”

Fareeha took in this sight, of nearly-naked Angela wrapped in her arms, pupils wide and lips swollen. The only thing she could think of that would make her happier would be waking up next to her.

“I’d love to,” Fareeha whispered against Angela’s lips.

Needless to say, they both slept very soundly that night.

The next morning, Angela and Fareeha sat down for breakfast together, politely greeting the other agents in the room. They hadn’t been worried about anyone being suspicious, so they were just trying to act as normal, wanting to see how long they could keep this to themselves.

…But then Hana walked in.

“Hey, Ange, ‘Reeha!” she greeted loudly, making a beeline for the coffee pot. “Did you sleep well? I bet you slept as well as me, ‘cause I had the best midnight workout—oh, wait. No, that wasn’t me. I couldn’t work out because you guys were! That’s right! Pretty loudly, actually. Anyways,” she took a sip of coffee from her procured mug, “you’ll have to let me know how the spa was, although I’m not quite sure I’ll want to use the hot tub, anymore. See you later, though!”

As Hana left, Angela and Fareeha were blushing madly. Torbjörn guffawed, along with Reinhardt, who lifted his own mug of coffee in a congratulatory gesture through his laughter. Lena let out an, “It’s about damn time!” on her own way out, and Satya had a small smile on her face as she took in the whole scene, herself. Angela and Fareeha worriedly looked to Jack, but his expression was blank as he silently tilted his own cup their way before taking a bite of his food.

Fareeha turned back to Angela with a smile and covered her hand with one of her own. Angela met her gaze with an airy laugh and shook her head as she turned her hand over to squeeze Fareeha’s.

Ana briefly came to mind, but it was different from before. For once, a bit of hope lit up in Fareeha’s chest. Angela returned her feelings, and now her mother was alive to see their future together. Soon, she would be able to tell not only Angela, but the rest of the agents about her mother’s return. Overwatch was back, and they were going to save humanity from this second Omnic Crisis. She was surrounded by people who cared for her, and she cared for them.

Everything felt brighter.

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overstimulatethis · 5 years ago

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Schlaflose Vögel: Chapter 1 [Pharmercy fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Pharmercy

Rating: M

Summary: Angela doesn't need to sleep very much. Fareeha, on the other hand, isn't getting nearly enough. Caught between her duty as a doctor and her feelings for the Egyptian captain, Angela has to navigate her new role within Overwatch and her loneliness, while Fareeha struggles with a secret (or two) that could cause a lot of grief to the people she cares about.

Chapter: 1/2 (Next)

Angela rarely slept. It wasn’t a worrisome thing; her body simply required less sleep because of the nanites she’d developed. Combined with the fact that she desperately needed the extra time to complete her work during the day, she actually had a slight distaste for sleeping. Because of this, though, Angela often found herself with a lot of quiet time around the Watchpoint.

For instance, it was almost 0500, and Angela was already showered, caffeinated, and working through the day’s research. She’d been sitting in complete silence in the med bay for over half an hour, and was expecting it to continue for at least another two hours. If she were being honest with herself (and she usually wasn’t, with these things), it got lonely sometimes. But, again, she didn’t usually entertain those thoughts.

Angela was truly surprised when Athena announced Captain Fareeha Amari was entering, not even at 0530. She tried to ignore the strange blip in her chest. It occurred every time the captain showed up, and it was becoming a nuisance. Before the recall, the last time Angela had seen Fareeha Amari had been when she wasn’t even 21, the young Egyptian a mere 16. When Jack had first informed her a year ago that Fareeha would be joining the unofficially-reformed Overwatch’s ranks, Angela had not expected… well, Fareeha.

She should have known better, looking back; she remembered the Amari daughter as a rambunctious girl, anxious to follow Ana’s and Overwatch’s footsteps and protect the world. However, there couldn’t have been any way for Angela to not be surprised by the tall, built, frankly-gorgeous woman she had grown into.

And here she was, surprised yet again, though not for a very good reason. When Fareeha walked through the med bay doors, Angela was taken aback by the captain’s appearance. Her normally-radiant skin was now dulled. There were unmistakable bags hanging dark under her eyes. If she was being excruciatingly honest, Angela also got the sense that Fareeha hadn’t showered in at least a few days.

As her training helped her to cover up the strange emotions Fareeha brought out in her, so it did with keeping her reaction to herself. Instead of frowning in concern, she smiled brightly at Fareeha and waved for her to sit on the examining table.

“Well, good morning, Captain,” she greeted, smile kept in place as she adopted a teasing tone. “You’re here a bit early for your appointment, aren’t you?” By about three hours, if Angela remembered correctly.

Fareeha’s brow furrowed before a stream of words came out in a rushed breath. “My apologies, Doctor—I didn’t mean to be an inconvenience—I didn’t even think—I was awake already, so I thought—I’ll come back later.” She stood very suddenly and stiffly, in the perfect soldier’s form, excepting the way she avoided Angela’s eyes.

It was admittedly strange to see the captain so… out of it, for lack of a better phrase. She was definitely sleep-deprived, if the dazed look in her eyes meant anything. It was concerning, to say the least—not only as Fareeha’s doctor, but as… a friend?

(When Angela had first joined Overwatch, she had made sure to keep everything professional. She was barely an adult, yet had been treated as one for years already. She was Overwatch’s primary care physician first, and she couldn’t let feelings get in the way. Now, though… if Overwatch was to be different this time around, maybe Angela could change along with it?)

Angela quickly stepped forward to keep the taller woman from leaving the med bay. She softened her smile. “You can call me Angela, and you’re no inconvenience, Captain. You were my first appointment of the day, in any case.” She tried to brush past the failed ice-breaker. “Please, sit, and we’ll get you taken care of. We’re just here for a routine checkup, is that correct?”

It took Fareeha a moment before she moved to sit again, slowly nodding as she did so. She still wouldn’t quite meet Angela’s gaze. It seemed to the doctor that even the tattoo (that familiar, yet distinct tattoo) under Fareeha’s eye was faded with exhaustion. Once she was settled, Angela set to work.

“How have you been feeling lately, Captain? Any complaints?” she asked smoothly as she powered up the bio-scanner. As she input the necessary information to take Fareeha’s vitals accurately, she waited for an answer, but none came. Angela looked back over to see the captain with a faraway look in her drooping eyes. “Captain?”

Fareeha shook her head, as if to clear it, and her eyes focused back on the doctor. “Fareeha,” she said.

Angela couldn’t help the raised eyebrow she gave in reply. Nonetheless, she instructed the bio-scanner to proceed as she said, “I’m sorry?”

Fareeha shook her head again, her eyebrows furrowing the same way they had earlier. “No, I’m sorry. You can call me Fareeha, and, um….” She ran a hand back through her unwashed hair—a nervous habit Angela had only witnessed a few times in the past year. “I haven’t been able to get to sleep very easily, lately.” She quickly dropped her hand, remembering that she wasn’t supposed to move while the bio-scanner looked her over.

Angela made a small, neutral hum as she waited for the machine to process the data scan, trying not to give away the fact that she’d suspected correctly. “How long has this been happening?” she asked after quickly analyzing the results. The captain’s blood pressure was a bit on the high side, for her healthiness. There were other signs that also indicated that Fareeha hadn’t slept in... at least two weeks? That couldn’t be right.

“About a month, now,” Fareeha hesitantly replied. By the way her eyes widened afterwards, Angela assumed that she hadn’t quite succeeded in keeping the shock from her face, this time.

Angela leaned against her desk, giving the other woman her full attention. She fought to make her face more neutral before speaking. “What happens when you can’t sleep?”

Fareeha looked away again, passing her hand through her hair once more. “I get… tense. I can’t get comfortable, no matter what I try, and my mind is just….” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a frustrated breath. “It’s constantly racing. By the time I’m exhausted enough to fall asleep, it is morning.”

Angela’s chest ached. She held her breath as she watched her own hand reach out—almost of its own volition—and land on Fareeha’s wrist. “What’s going through your mind that keeps you up? Is there anything you’d like to talk about, Fareeha?” Sensing the captain’s hesitation, she continued quickly. “I’m not just saying this as your doctor or therapist. I can just be a… friend.” There was that word again.

Fareeha was studying her with such an intense look that Angela almost had to look away. She forced herself to stay still, though, for some reason determined to show the captain that she was there for her. After a very long moment, Fareeha broke the gaze.

“Thank you, Angela. I appreciate it. But it is nothing in particular—just racing thoughts about anything and everything.”

She was lying, Angela was positive. She didn’t really know how to proceed, though. It was a clear rejection of her offer—should she push, as her doctor? Or respect her privacy, as her friend? And this was with ignoring those other feelings….

“Fareeha, I don’t want to push, but I can’t truly help you if I don’t have the full picture,” is what is ended up saying. She figured it was a compromise between both of her stances.

The sound that escaped Fareeha next nearly broke her heart. Caught between a sardonic laugh and a sob, she said, “God, Angela, I can’t even begin to explain how much I wish I could tell you.” As she curled her fingers in her hair, tears started escaping. Before Angela realized what she was doing, she lifted her other hand to wipe tears away from the udjat with her thumb.

It wasn’t until she met Fareeha’s wide-eyed gaze that she snapped her hand away. Taking a step back as smoothly as she could, she cleared her throat. “If you ever change your mind, the offer is always open.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed—combined her with her embarrassment over the too-soft touches, it sounded like too much of a proposition to her. “If you ever need an ear, or a shoulder, or a licensed physician and psychologist,” she recovered lightly with a smile, “don’t hesitate.”

Fareeha swallowed, cleared her throat, and then smiled in return. “Thank you, Angela. I appreciate it.”

Angela allowed herself to bask in the glow of the captain’s smile for only a moment before forcing herself back into doctor mode. “For now, I can give you some nonaddictive sleeping supplements to take; they’re mostly melatonin, but the nanites have improved its effectiveness. In about 90 percent of cases, patients see results the first night. Is that something you would like to try?”

When Fareeha nodded, Angela turned to a cabinet by her desk. She entered the passcode and prescription information on the screen next to the cabinet door, and a labeled bottle popped out with two weeks’ worth of supplements. She walked back over to Fareeha and handed her the bottle. “Take two tonight, right when you get into bed, and come see me in the morning so we can discuss its results.”

Fareeha nodded, glancing over the label. “Yes, ma’am,” she replied. Angela was happy to see a small smile still remaining on the captain’s face.

“Might I also suggest you take the night for yourself? There is a spa next to the gym that is impeccably clean and yet hardly used, if ever. Why don’t you take a trip to the hot tub for about fifteen minutes and try to relax before bed?” Angela started to file away the results of Fareeha’s scan as she talked, since nothing else had been cause for alarm.

Fareeha laughed. “I have no time for relaxation, Angela. I don’t believe anyone on base does.”

Angela shook her head. “Everyone on this base could do with a bit of downtime. It’s not good for their health to be working nonstop.”

“Everyone, including you?”

Angela looked up to see Fareeha with a smirk and an eyebrow raised in her direction. She breathed out a chuckle. “I am the only exception, actually. My body literally does not need as much sleep or relaxation as the rest of the team.”

Fareeha’s eyebrows dropped to create a crease between them. “It does not mean you shouldn’t take a break simply because you don’t need to. How about this…” She stood up from the examination table and pocketed the medicine. Angela gulped as the captain was suddenly closer once more, now hovering five inches over her. “I will visit the hot tub tonight, if you join me.”

Angela knew her face was on fire immediately, but she could not move her eyes from Fareeha’s. The captain’s smile widened into that open grin that always took Angela’s breath away, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Verdammt noch mal, even with stringy hair and tired eyes, Fareeha Amari was stunning.

What was happening, though? Was Fareeha flirting with her? Or was this her accepting the friendship she’d offered, albeit in a different way than Angela had been expecting?

“Okay.” Scheisse. Her body was seemingly not her own around Fareeha. But she couldn’t regret it, since that smile shone even brighter in response.

“Let’s say we meet there at 2300?”

It was still a bit later than the doctor in her wanted for Fareeha, but she could use the extra time to finish some work, anyway. She agreed, and then Fareeha was leaving the med bay.

She didn’t realize that she’d frozen stock-still until Athena spoke to her. “Doctor Ziegler, you have not moved in ten consecutive minutes. Do you require assistance?”

Angela shook herself out of her daze. “No, Athena, I’m quite fine. Thank you, though.”

She returned to her seat at her desk, picking up Fareeha’s file and staring at her name. What had she gotten herself into?

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