A small note: Supercorps, forgive me for missing a week without a chapter, but the college's last work decided to go wrong on all fronts. Since I made all the code wrong, discontinued softwares, and even the college server crashed when I was delivering it. But I'm here, and there's a little more to tell from Luthor and Supergirl, someone save those two.

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Lena POV

The waves in the background, with the muffled gasp of kisses, never left time for air. Wanting her for so long, Lena couldn't take another inch of distance, and wouldn't allow any more air to take place between them.

The highest and clearest shattered moon painted the skies, while below them, the ground was red and silver. The sea shimmering in the glow of light, and the shadows painting their bodies.

Lena stared into those sapphire eyes she loved so much. Six years, and she still had that lost puppy look. Without letting go, she took off her jacket, then lifted the shirt up to her neck. And there she saw the complete picture. Not just the monstrous gap from years ago, but the countless bruises, big and small, on the left side of her chest, completely purple. Commander Luthor got enraged. She was there, watching each of those wounds inflicted on her angel. Doing nothing about such violence.

The super looked away, and Lena knew why, how she hated herself for delegating such an enormous burden to her, the last hero, the one who couldn't stand any unreasonable failure to defend the world she'd committed herself to.

Enought.

Not now, now it was just her, and her angel, the woman she loved.

Lena pulled the blonde's face, and kissed the small cut on her lips, and every mark from the pain. As if she could feel every one of those bruises digging into her Kara. Slowly, she climbed up on that battered body.

"Hurts?" she asked before advancing farther into the Kryptonian's lap. No, nodded in response. Like a huge nightmare, and none of them could wake up from it.

She tossed the long blond strands behind her neck and filled it with kisses, stopping only when something else screamed in her heart, an insane urge to freeze time, and stay there forever, even if it was inside the nightmare. She circled her arms around super's head, who responded by sinking deeper into the embrace.

Love you. It echoed inside her, but nothing came out of her mouth, besides her tongue, welcomed in the mouth of the other. They were really lost, wishing the nightmare had no end, and that they could stay that way forever.

Follies that only the deepest of the heart can understand, and we mere mortals can only accept that if the world is crazy, the heart is way crazier.

Lena let herself be carried away by the other's silent requests. Passage to her tongue, which sometimes left her lips to venture into her neck. Her uniform slipped into the sand, leaving her black T-shirt. The super laid her down in a caress embrace, full of affectionate kisses.

A long time had passed just in those kisses, but even though hours passed, each end and beginning of affection seemed less than a second, like dreams, intense, and yet insufficient. Not even six thousand years would be enough for what they built on looks, gestures and biting lips, like an ember fanned over time, until creating a flame.

Promises made, never reaching such hope sooner.

So even if late, even outside the cruel reality, she would have for herself what they denied, for a nonsense.

The super wanted to drive her crazy. It could only be, groping one of her breasts over the top of her shirt, and nibbling on the other side, with the fabric and one last piece of clothing in front. She squeezed her hair, while her body filled it between her thighs, fitting perfectly.

Once again, the hands of the super followed her belly to her heat center. Her back arched. Flashing that bruise and something hot as her pleasure oozed from the wound. A small pained moan froze the blonde once more.

But before any ghastly red memory could take the Kryptonian, Luthor hugged her.

"Lie down," she whispered in her ear. "Let me make you," what a picture under the lunar sky, and the waves. The girl of steel, overcome by a whisper.

Kara complied with no protests. Letting Lena do what she wanted.

The laces of the super wet boots were a little stubborn, which made them both laugh. The pants and underwear were simpler, leaving only the blue T-shirt on her lover. And her own, which she didn't have plans to withdraw.

"Lift your arms," ​​she asked, and as soon as the blonde did, she pulled the blue fabric along her top until it passed her head, but kept it tangled up in her strong arms, laying her down afterwards. "Don't tear it," she said, with a silly smile, and receiving a rather annoyed smile from the other.

She sat down on super's lap, completely helpless, and thought about what Kara saw, as she looked completely mesmerized by her body framed in the shadows. Lena tossed her dark hair to one side, and slowly lay down, enjoying every gasp, every second plunged into her lover's sea of ​​sapphires.

Lena kissed her, and swore to feel the same electricity, the way with the super's hands tensed with every thrust of hers, but limited by the blue fabric, they couldn't hold her. And taking advantage of that, she went down doing what she wanted. The blonde was panting, which made her give more attention to where she was. Sucking one of her breasts while her fingertips victimized the other.

But it was nowhere near where she wanted it, not yet.

Rao, that damn scar.

Did it still hurt? Such a monstrous mark, testament to the nightmare's life.

No; she shook her head.

Tonight was hers, only hers, only her Kara.

She pushed away the thought. Kissed the entire length of the unhappy memory. Every touch was pure fire, the super's skin burned against hers. That heat was shared, that she felt her belly give somersaults, just hearing the moans, the gasping, the burning of that fever of unbridled desire. She gave another little kiss on her stomach, running the tip of her tongue around her navel, lowering her hand to her pleasure center.

It pulsed, burning in liquid fire.

Completely yours, Kara was yours.

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From the writer:

Hey supercorps, how did we get today?

Tell me, after all our Supergirl is not in her best state, physical, mental and emotional. And Lena...someone hold this woman. Perhaps way lost than our Super.A big wolf hug to you guys for getting here. Soon there will be more chapters, way more, I'll see you in the next Within XD