Supergirl POV

"Lena," moaned the super, while Luthor's fingers gently massaged her center. The T-shirt tugged tensed her arms down, unable to grasp anything, forced to subject herself to the dark creature's whims.

If there was a hell, this was it, burning her inside, leaving nothing left, no reason, much less common sense. Infinite desire that it sprouted, and took everything.

Her heart beat wildly close to her, like a zebra fleeing a lion, preparing her for what was to come. And her brains, expecting chaos, dictated orders to the rest of her body, moving it to the past few years' experiences. In a battlefield; tense and hard, the muscles chewing on themselves, growling violence. The mind quick as the agile shadow of a boxer, dodging the fist. With the entire combat schedule in her eyes, and a nuclear bomb between her legs.

It was a mess. Her heart and her brain had little sympathy for each other.

"Hey, calm down," asked the brunette, taking her fingers from the blonde's flesh, since her gasps gave away her mental state. "Stay with me now, forget the rest, just stay with me." The brunette glued their foreheads together. And without breaking the contact, she wrapped her legs around the super's waist, and held her shirt and top so that she could take her arms out. Supergirl took a deep breath, propped up on her elbows, free of the clothing that limited her.

It was hard. How many times did she not want to forget the world, even for an instant, but it was like a shadow; the responsibility in her neck all the time, brooding in her ear.

She shivered in a cold sweat, although some parts of her body burned.

"It's okay, we're together, that's all. Stay with me," Lena whispered, hugging her gently.

Light shivers of tension spasmed through her body, not understanding what battlefield this was. Her heart was beating wildly, ready to pump her veins of strength, her lungs pulling in even more oxygen to pump into her muscles, ready for war. It wasn't just any war, like the others. This was...

Was this a war?

They fought wars with hugs?

Wasn't it a war?

Wasn't she on a battlefield?

Slowly, she slid her elbows down, collapsing with the brunette on top of her. Relearning to breathe with the other's chest as a teacher. The air came in through her nose, but left it through her mouth, as if there was too much inside her, and she urgently needed to let it all out.

"Lena," she called, helpless, even from herself. "What are we doing?" Was the question.

"Love," was the answer she got, though it wasn't the question.

Make love. Not war.

But try to tell that to someone who has lived blood, at least for the past six years.

Luthor's lips touched hers, and little by little in that madness, her heart raced again, but in another way. Her fingers intertwined. And only love had been the answer inside that chaos. The kisses exchanged without pulling away, unable to break the hug, trapped in the personal prison they were for each other. And only the panting between the long and tender kisses added to the beating of their hearts.

Amidst the darkness, she opened her eyes, and again, for what?

One green, one blue, flanked by the perfect face of the perfect woman for her. The broken moonlight, framing the entire silhouette of that black angel. That in a corner smile, and a silent request disarmed her defenses. The brunette slid one of her legs into the center of the Kryptonian.

No matter how difficult it was. Only she persisted in the arduous task of loving such a complicated alien.

Slowly, Luthor comes and goes, stimulating super's sensitive spot. Embraced while the slow movement stirred what had no way back.

Never had; never.

From the second, she crossed on those eyes with blue and green, behind that damn table.

"Lena," she called sly.

"Kara..." gasped the brunette too, when she felt something wet on her thigh.

Damn Lena, why did you have to do this?

Supergirl lifted her leg a little more to support the other, but unable to give her full attention. After all, she was in the same boat, victim of the same back and forth. Lena branded her neck as their breathing expanded uncontrollably, and something else crept out of the shadows, ready to take them. With little else to do, she squeezed Lena's hips, sliding her hands over that curve behind the brunette, on top of her legs, that she liked so much, helping on the back and forth, a little more intense. On that terribly pleasurable scene, of the brunette clinging to her, the friction of her breasts rising and falling behind her shirt, the gasps of pleasure between them, and the wet heat building in the coming and going.

Almost.

A little more.

The familiar electricity invaded her entire body, along with Lena's writhing in the embrace. Breathing hard, laughing a little, occasionally exchanging knowing looks, as they always did.

Lena bit her lip with a mischievous look.

"Lena wait." A long and delicious kiss had silenced the super. When she was caught by the brunette's fingers down there once more. "Wait," a desperate moan cut her speech when she was invaded. Staring into her eyes, in an endless hunger for pleasure.

"So wet, look how easy it was to be inside," Smile Luthor, entering and leaving halfway.

Rao, from where this woman come?

Able to destroy you with a single look, a single word, a kiss. Another dip in the shadows, with that mouth glued to hers. What an angel, what a devil.

What a dark paradise, what a shining hell.

It was hers, and she couldn't admit it, didn't want to, even with Lena literally inside her.

Thoughts were swept away with the movement between her legs. Slowly from tip to bottom. The wet sound below bounced along with the waves with each slow penetration. God in heaven, this woman would kill her, not blinking her gaze of pure doom, smiling at how altered she made her. But during the yummy back and forth, she left, and bit her lip again, knowing exactly what that do it to her.

Lena gave her a passionate kiss, and kissed her nose tip, her cheek, her jawline, her neck, trailing little marks on her battered muscles, and taking more time in the nightmare mark, running her tongue dragged down her womb. She bent her knees to give it more room; full access there. As if she needed permission, when that throbbing thing had always belonged to her.

One last look burned across her face, before being invaded again by Luthor's tongue between her lips, but not in her mouth. Immediately her head fell back, her back arched, and whatever jutted from her throat, there was no dialect nor words that could translate.

"Lena," she moaned in despair, when she felt her smile, a damn smile because of what they were doing, because of what she provoked.

The brunette moved up the movements in the blonde's swollen pleasure bud, making her grab that black hair, which she liked so much.

DAMN IT!

She was completely hard inside her mouth, with her eyes closed. Swallowed by her black angel, devoured by her curse. With nowhere else to run or hide, surrendered to the fire of that hell.

WHAT A FUCKING SCENE!

"Moan for me," Lena pleaded, just before penetrating a finger all the way to the bottom without warning. "So tight, as always," she laughed, before the back-and-forth slips free, and goes back to sucking the blonde's nerve bud.

It was too much, and she was already moaning out of control, if there ever was any. Lena devoured her whole, taking everything she could, sucking on her, penetrating her. Reminding her of what she wanted to leave behind. That was her mind, but her body didn't give a damn about the heroine's celibate vows.

Her chest rose and fell violently, her legs trembled, and her mind blurred into what was about to come. Supergirl grabbed Lena's free hand as it cupped one of her breasts. Almost begging for what she would have. Crossing eyes in the blue and green of her end. And that end would not come, because:

"Look at me, Lena," she asked, leaning on her elbow, when Luthor had closed her eyes. The brunette smiled, and she intertwined her fingers, returning to the service she had started, and maintained eye contact, which the super loved, and which heated her even more during the pleasurable act.

It wouldn't last much longer, not in the insane intensity of that gaze.

Coming and going, sliding it in so easily, allowing herself that weakness.

Hell of women.

Lena.

Lena.

"Lena," it was all she could say. She, she, and she, her true and complete darkness. "LENA!" She screamed as a whirlwind of chaos invaded her, and Lena drank all of it, not leaving a single drop of that mess wasted.

Satisfied, Lena crawled to snuggle with Supergirl. Lena's face tucked into her neck, hugging her.

She felt her body relax with hers on, and slowly adjust to a perfect fit. Supergirl entwined with her dark angel, who smiled and closed her eyes. It didn't take long for her to surrender herself to the shadows of sleep. With the woman she loved.

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Hey Supercorps, how it was today's chapter?Lena and Supergirl, finally!!! But for how long, after all, they are at war, and the world needs the Last Hero, so as Lena.Hey, check out my Twitter, I make some arts from the fic: @Yukyytto.A enormous wolf hug in you all, and see you in the next Within.