Supergirl POV

Warm, the old intoxicating peace of being with her. Her sleeping body curled up against hers as usual.

Lost in that sensation, her skin, her heat, her breathing so calm, her face perfectly encased in her neck, so close to her, everything else just disappears. Without realizing it, she closed her eyes, distributed small kisses on the brunette's forehead, as she had always done. Leaving the scent alive again in her memories.

Another day, what day?

"Damit," cursed the blonde. Waking up in the middle of the night to lose sleep sucks. Lena mumbled a little in her arms. "Sorry, get back to sleep. It's still dark."

"It's always dark here at this time of year." She mumbled sleepily, settling into the embrace.

True, they were close to the poles, which justified the ice at one end of the island, and on the nose of the jet. But said nothing of two naked women without freezing there. Something with part of the electromagnetic field of lunar sand. Yes, these islands were kind of weird, but nothing in this world was normal after all. Like this relationship between the...

"Lena," she called, stroking her glossy black hair. "So, is... I mean, At Velvet Moon." The super felt the other's body tense. Lena really hated that event, but Supergirl needed an answer. "Why did you leave the fort, and didn't come back while I was there and, I thought, it was because of that night and the red kryptonite, that you didn't want to see me, that's why you left, and... why did you; why didn't you come back to see me? When I woke up..." Super's hands were sweating, and her stomach churned in fear of the answer. Those months were the dog days.

"I'm a commander, I have a lot of things to do." Lena replied calmly.

"Lot of things to do at Jaw fort?" That droplet of poison ran without permission.

Lena left the hug, sitting down towards the waves.

"Yes, that's right, in the Jaw fort." She said without looking at her. Her voice had changed, if before it had no salt or sugar. Now it was heavy with total indifference.

"Lena," she called, but the brunette got to her feet.

"Commander Luthor, Supergirl." She said ironically, with an arched eyebrow over that beautiful face. She turned and rang to walk to the jet. "Oh no, the nose froze," she said of the black metal monstrosity, with a white tip. While the super was left sitting alone, naked, and with the taste of sand in the back of her throat, having to swallow the brief explanation.

Supergirl curled up on that red cloth. How could she answer like that? In those three months, that she couldn't even eat, with the upper part of the body sewn to the lower. She had almost died, yes, so the least she expected was a brief consideration from the other, a little; attention.

But as she had said, nothing had ever happened between her, Supergirl, and the very single Commander Luthor. Except maybe for slips between her, Supergirl, and the dark angel Lena Luthor.

Your doom in the shadows.

She heard the engines start, and she really thought they would leave her once more. That was how it worked once they got what they wanted from each other. That's all, and nothing else.

But there was more, in every look, touch, caress, kiss. That never changed, never.

GO FUCK YOUR SELF!

There was no way this could work from the beginning. For six years, she knew that. It would never work between them, that it didn't, and never would, even if she went back in time, even if she didn't know about that night in Lena's room, even if she hadn't peeked in that fucking window. Because...

She held her legs and the screaming urge to run into the jet, and have the commander to herself again; but if she wanted to go, so be it. Better be alone, because anyone with her would be destroyed.

The turbines turned off, and from outside she heard the Luthor's angry roar. Supergirl ran to the top of the ramp and heard many insults uttered to her sister.

"I'll kill you Alex!" screamed the furious brunette, hiding her face in her arms over the glowing controls, and without the turbines turning on.

"What happen?" asked Supergirl, curious, but with a big smile inside, seeing the "COMMANDER" angry that way.

"I designed this jet for high maintenance of components. General Danvers, who likes to fly it, has turned off the automatic updates. I must have called back when I used autopilot."

"AND?" Said, not hiding in her voice the amusement at seeing the other out of her mind.

"It's updating now. The autopilot doesn't work." She said in a grimace that the super had to hide the extraordinary urge to laugh, and the cry of thanks to her sister.

THANKS SISTER, YOU ARE AWESOME. She thought happily. Before taking a pair of pants over her head, and a scream from the commander referring to her total nudity inside a corporate vehicle.

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Commander Luthor POV

Her taste still inhabited her mouth, which made Luthor bite her lips inward, running the tongue's tip, clinging to that sensation as much as possible, from hours ago, as if afraid to forget about it at some point. But even if she tried to forget, she knew it wouldn't work, because she tried, and had never been able to forget it.

What a hell of a woman, sweet hell of a woman. Reminded her tongue.

The commander remained in the pilot's chair without turning once. Even though it hurt not to look at her, she couldn't meet those sapphire eyes, not when the truth threatened to climb out of her stomach.

"We can't keep doing this; it was the last time." Said the super behind her, fastening the belt.

"Promise?" questioned the unquestionable heroine.

"It's a promise." The firm voice, which a few hours ago moaned uncontrollably.

Wasn't the first time one of them said that, and not for the first time she laughed inwardly at the slipup again. Of the promise that had always been broken, a promise never kept, not by her or the other. A fucked-up situation.

The Warhammer fort commander, founder of the Supercorp alliance, in the corners having sex with the majority partner of the company. Where the cold-blooded, completely professional CEO had gone. They defenestrated her from the office the day Kara Danvers set a foot in that room. To fall straight away into Supergirl's arms.

What the heck of shit thinking!

Damn, the shoulder croaked the pain without the adrenaline from before.

Okay, she had the commander to help with that. FUCK, she still passed out like a late-night drunk after rolling down the bluff at the beach roadside, where she'd done her extracurricular activities in the sand. And maybe she really was a drunk, because her hangover headaches were slamming the door.

SHIT!

Always like this, after each one of these mistakes, been almost impossible to concentrate, and keep your body cool. Impossible to think logically with the bluff right there to throw herself again. Unfortunately, she would gladly roll that descent, with earth and roots and rocks to crash into, and fall into that wonderful lap.

HOLY SHIT, FUCKING BRAIN!!!

"Commander," she called, that voice so sweet, and so helpless. The blonde took a seat in the copilot's seat next to it.

Luthor dared to look at the next chair, starting with the super's hand on the armrest, almost touching her fingers. She wanted that touch again, but nothing could happen between them. She walked nervously over the blonde's arm, pausing for a moment at the slight bruises on her neck that didn't belong to the nightmare that pulled the corner of her mouth up. Luthor couldn't face her, not when her object of desire lay above that chin.

Reddish from her lipstick.

"Commander," she called heavily in her voice.

Once again, lost in the sea of ​​sapphires.

It looks like the promise would once again be broken. Not for the first time in record time. Not for the first time, feeling the commander's mask slide to the ground, when she leaned towards the other, in the same magnetism imitated the movement, closing her eyes, for what was impossible to deny.

The seats creaked with the new weight distribution. Her heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught as she felt the other's breath on her thirsty lips.

Out of nowhere, the jet's emergency broadcast call went off.

The two women jumped back.

"Accept call," she said reluctantly, frustrated. It made a holographic screen in the glass.

"Commander," That goofy voice, just like her sister. Alex's face appeared.

"Danvers, I'm going to kill you. Did you know you left the update disabled, and it's updating now? I'm practically stuck here with Supergirl. I don't know how long the system update will take. How long has it been since you shut down?!" she scolded the communicator.

"Shut up and listen to me. You're going to complain about Microsoft update, with fucking windows 11. Now seriously, you have to see this." Alex typed something, and her face went to the corner, and a second screen opened with an image of four blurred dots. "This was taken right now. The intelligence is checking, and Mustafar fort is sending the live access." A third screen occupied the center, with what appeared to be one of Earth's panoramic satellite cameras. Frame by frame they were enlarged, up to four objects at high speed out of focus, little by little the image improved, until:

"Alex, what the fuck is this? How?!" Supergirl despaired, jumping from her chair.

The image, increasingly clear, presented the reason for the exasperation in the blonde's voice.

Four flying objects, and well identified. One green, one white, one black, and one blue.

Red Daughter, Powergirl, Overgirl and Supergirl.

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Hey Supercorps, how it was today's chapter? What a mess these two, Commander and Super, after all, and Alex doing what she do best. But what happen now, with four other supers? Tell me what you think.

A great wolf hug, and se you on the next Within.