❝ but what if it had just been a misfire, not mistaken identity? but what if there wasn't reason to put on the brakes? ❞ ▶ adapted from here
( the rush of cool air to her legs is enough to make her shiver, rough lines of his fingertips dragged along her thighs only encouraging the goosebumps forming on her limbs. maybe it's the soft grunt of satisfaction she hears as the nylon drops to the floor, or the way the sudden distance feels overwhelming for a moment — as he hovers above her, all kara wants to do is tug him back down, cover herself with his weight, something to keep that pressure against her.
the words don't mean anything, just mumbled syllables in an alien language — pardon the pun — but they sound like something. something good and demanding and urgent, a sound that echoes the way her heart beats in her chest, slamming against her ribs like a runaway freight train.
her brain tells her mouth to ask, but it's quickly muffled by another kiss, rougher this time, more insistent. a lead up to something else, a promise. by rao, he's a good kisser. a fact she doesn't think she'll ever get quite tired of, especially not like this, with her legs stretching to hook around his or his mouth sliding from hers to relocate that soft patch of skin between her collarbone and shoulder. the touch frees her mouth; it's opportunity to whisper, voice a little rough from so many shaky breaths, ) I — oh, what does that mean...? Joder...
( her own pronunciation doesn't quite imitate the rough growl of his voice. the vowels are wrong, the emphasis off, but the intensity, desperation, need — that's all right. )
Edited (i hate html) Date: 2017-06-21 01:33 am (UTC)
( rene's bad with restraint — he's reckless, whether it's in his general life choices or out in the field as wild dog. he's started here with a fair amount of restraint, but he'd let go of that control for a second and it pretty much all went downhill from there. or — shit, uphill, depending on how you look at it. right now, he's feeling pretty good about himself.
he feels like he can't get enough of her lips, her skin, keeping his mouth right at that spot that got him such a big reaction last time. the needy way her legs hook around him, keep him so desperately between her thighs, his hips shifting against her just enough to enjoy some of that sweet, sweet friction. fuck, it's good — and he never would've expected this from superhero barbie, but god damn is he happy to be wrong.
it takes him a second to realize that she's talking, mostly 'cause her voice is all light and airy and shit and he's more than a little distracted, but what she says brings a laugh out of him as he tips his chin up, a grin to his face, a moment of levity in the middle of all this beautiful, beautiful tension. the inflection's not quite right, sure, but there's just something about supergirl letting out an obscenity, even en español, that's incredibly satisfying.)
I said, "Joder — tu es tan caliente," ( he repeats, trying to bury his smile with another kiss in the crook of her neck, drawing his mouth close to her ear so he can translate, voice dropping to low near-whisper, ) Fuck, you are so hot.
( his mouth presses against her neck, the echo of the foreign words reverberating on her skin, throaty urgency in the delivery. and then, a shift, and he's whispering in her ear — fuck, he says, and a sudden shiver runs through her, a tightness in her lap that hadn't been there before. a need, heightened; her hands, left purposeless after offering direction, reach up to tangle in the collar of his shirt, tugging his face back up to hers, his mouth close enough to kiss.
she hasn't kissed him yet, not first. it's sudden, without warning; there's an unspoken wildness to it, the way her body angles up into him while her hands pull him down, focusing on the heat and pressure and friction of his hips pressed insistently into hers. a wanting that kara can't put into words. not to kiss her, not to touch her. it's more than that.
all kara knows is that she wants — well, more. the low groan from the back of her throat barely counts as words, but it's all that escapes in between kisses, lips tingling and head swimming from the contact, until, ) You're driving me crazy.
Oh yeah? ( it's rhetorical, asked with the barest hints of a smirk playing at his lips, teeth giving a small tug at her lower lip, teasing.
as if he couldn't tell that he's driving her crazy by the way she yanks him by his collar — totally hot, by the way, the amount of natural strength he can feel when she does it — to kiss him with a fire as strong as his, a longing in her body as she arches against him, gives a little pull to his push with her hips. it's good.
holding himself up with one arm, his free hand snakes its way down her torso, down lower, sneaking its way between the two of them so rough fingers can brush against the damp, soft fabric of her underwear between her thighs appreciatively, a low hum reverberating from the back of his throat. ) Mmm, yeah, seems like it, Blondie.
( which is to say nothing about him, and the needy, reminding press of his own hips against the back of his hand. aight, fuck it, he's getting a little impatient with himself, even. time to bring back that overeager pace, even if it means sitting up again (sorry), but it's so he can loop his fingers through the waistband of her underwear and start tugging them down 'cause he's over them being in his way. )
( can he tell? she hopes he can. feeling the desperation coursing through her, the desire to touch, to be touched — crazy feels like an understatement. ) Yes, ( is the hiss of a reply, rolling into a low whine at the sudden touch between her legs and its equally quick withdrawal. there's no hiding the buck of her hips, an involuntary chasing response, a demand even as his body pulls away yet again, weight shifting away to let him sit up, further from where she wants him to be.
perhaps the no that escapes her is premature, until faster than kara can even realize it, she's got nothing but dampness and heat under her skirt and a grinning man on top of her to blame. or thank, really. it's a heady feeling, one that makes her wonder if perhaps she should slow down, sit up — but then he's leaning back into her, one leg nestled between hers, and all she can do is roll her hips, a motion slow and deliberate, against the contact.
god, is that good. everything feels good, every touch of his hand, every press of his weight against her, so much so that she doesn't know what could possibly feel any better.
maybe his mouth back on hers. that would be nice. better than nice. too bad it's so far away. )
I — oh, oh. Please.
( descriptive. very helpful. mostly just mewling, needy exhales, punctuating contact between her bare skin and his overly clothed body. )
( and, to be more accurate, rene needs to give himself a minute while he's up here still, to get rid of the flannel, because he's pretty sure he's already sweating underneath it; his fingers unbutton it from the top down, biting his lip as if to concentrate so he can get it off faster. finally, sweet freedom — he's left in a black tank top, but it's better than it was.
he lets out a pleased sigh as he settles back down on top of her, capturing her lips in a single kiss before murmuring nearly against them, ) You want it bad, don't you?
( another rhetorical question, but that's alright. her needy little whimpers tell him all that he needs to know, as does the ease of his fingers circling her clit, slick with her need, even against hips that are practically already shuddering beneath him. it makes another wave of pure, heady wanting roll through him, voice raspy with need. ) You just gimme the word, chica, and it's yours.
( please just tell him to shut up and fuck you, kara. )
( she's never had much of a poker face, never been a good liar or able to downplay her emotions — now is no exception. her eyes follow his movement, a crinkle in her brow betraying her growing annoyance at the process of close and far, his body nestled against hers only to pull back for some practical adjustment. but the removal of the flannel is appreciated, at least; her hands that had once clutched at his collar lift to smooth against the front of his shirt, to quietly admire the outline of his abdomen before sliding up to loop around his neck.
you want it bad, he whispers, smug and knowing and proud; rhetorical question or not, what color hasn't already brought itself to her cheeks blooms in response, a shyness that seems out of place given her own enthusiasm. but it's one thing to want — and want she does, desperately, with every small movement of her body against his — and quite another thing to say it out loud, to put words to that wild beating in her ribcage. all she can manage is a weak, distracted nod, tongue darting out to swipe against her lower lip, mouth suddenly dry.
his hands against her only fuels that tightness in her belly, makes her heart beat staccato in her chest, unsteady and rapid, like a train going off the rails full speed. what does she want? a laundry list of things, increasingly tawdry mental images flashing through her brain, one more desperate than the last — but for now, her hips rock against his hand, encouraging, the motion long past deliberate, almost instinctive. )
I want — ( a pause, a hard swallow, an almost dazed look as his fingers shift just there ) — you, I want you, ohmygod.
( it's not as specific as he might have hoped, but it's something. words. he should feel proud of that. it's not often someone drives her to speechlessness. )
( damn, this girl is so sexy — and she does it without even trying.
probably what makes it even hotter, honestly. rene's seen what this chick's like back in their world — well, his world, anyway, since she came from some kinda different planet or something that he doesn't really get — and she's all bright and sunshiney and a little too damn perky, honestly, even in the wake of kicking a freaky metahuman's ass with her alien powers. it was kinda unnerving. freaked him out a little, even though he'd never say that shit out loud.
this is a whole new side of her he never would've expected. the gasped words, the roll of hips against the motion of his hand, the hard press of her fingers into the back of his neck, the way she whimpers when his fingers brush right there. she wants him, and — ) I want you, too, hermosa.
( it's murmured, carried by a soft groan, as his own need grows even more pressing. if there's one thing that rene doesn't have, it's the time or patience to get the rest of her costume off, let alone his own damn clothes, what with the way she's practically begging him right now and the heady feeling it's giving him — no way in hell can he think of anything else right now.
fuck it. he's gonna have to take his hands off of her for a minute, hard as that is, but it's for a good cause; his fingers unbutton and unzip the front of his jeans and with a grunt he tugs them down over his ass, clinging boxer briefs following after and showing just how bad he wants her. he doesn't like wasting time and he's not about to start doing it now; his hand curls around the base of his cock, his other gripping the cushion next to her head, and he guides himself into her, groaning as he shifts his hips and pushes himself further inside. his now free hand mirrors the other, needing something else to hold on to, lips just barely brushing against hers as he tips his head down, watching her reaction. )
( for the first few seconds, as her hips rock back from the sudden pressure, kara's mind is filled with nothing but white noise, scrambled static; her mouth parts, lips forming a small circle of surprise, slow inhale held for a beat. it takes her a moment to adjust to him, to learn his rhythm — for just those few seconds, there's nothing but silence, her eyes closed, and then, as it passes, a hard exhale, like coming back to life.
eventually, the strangeness passes, replaced by an impossible wave of wanting in her belly; by instinct, her hips roll forward, pressing into him a little more firmly. an encouraging gesture, a metaphorical thumbs up. ) That's — ( a quiet exhale, almost a sigh; hands around his neck pull him closer, enough to close the gap, any further words whispered in between presses of her mouth to his, kisses that serve as both gratitude and demand. ) — you feel — so — good.
( if he asked her now what she wanted, she might not know how to form the words, but her body knew. faster, deeper, harder, more; the feeling of his hands against her skin, in her hair, where she might feel his heartbeat thumping against hers. there's instinct here, too, not to rush — she wants to enjoy this, to savor the way he makes her feel, needy and desperate and alive. )
I won't break, ( words tumbling out, seemingly irrelevant, but the stretch of her leg hooking around his might imply a greedy urgency that she doesn't quite deny. ) I promise.
( she feels real good around him, feels even better once her leg wraps around him and keeps him from losing too much of that sweet, sweet proximity. his movements are slow, steady — purposeful's a better word for it, the way he starts off, relishing in that intoxicating heat with each roll of his hips. he's not trying to rush this, neither.
rene responds well to positive reinforcement, words breathed against his mouth in between desperate kisses that he's more than happy to provide. messy kisses, granted, 'cause he's kind of got a sensation overload going on, teeth occasionally catching lip or tongue, but he's eager, which is what counts the most.
her reassurances make him tip his chin up so he can let out a breathy laugh, corners of his mouth turning up into a smile that she can undoubtedly feel when he tries to stifle it with another kiss. there's a hint of inevitable mischievousness in rene's voice when he answers, ) I ain't gonna go easy on you, sweetheart.
( he doesn't pause at all in the midst of this, still moving in and out and in again, second nature, but he lets himself rest on his forearm, lean more of his weight against her, his other hand reaching to graze against her jaw, even if some of his fingers get tangled in her hair on accident, tugging a little when his hand trails down over the curve of her neck, the soft skin over her collarbone where his mouth so kindly laid claim. )
( there's an undeniable warmth that floods through her, heat that seems to come from the pit of her stomach, impossible to ignore; his fingers trail a line of dizzingly cool sensations along her skin, stark contrast to the fever all over. they tangle in her hair, tug and pull until her neck arches, compliant to his unstated demands without hesitation or resistance. where rene is simply eager to feel, kara's eagerness is to please, to accommodate, encourage each desire-fueled thought that rolls through him.
a shift of her hips angles him just so, pushes against a spot kara wasn't even aware of, and an involuntary whimper slips through her lips at the contact. a gasp, almost a whine, surprised and dazed all at once, followed by words that only come after another swallow, ) I don't want you to. ( which begged the question: what did she want? more of whatever he was willing to give her, more of the seemingly endless variations of sensation that each touch engulfed her with, overwhelming, as constant and unforgiving as the tide coming in to land.
his body moves, too, adjusts to hers, and with it the angle changes again. her back lifts up against him, instinct pulling her leg up to wrap around him a little more insistently, keeping him close. with the effort, her breathing grows a little louder, exhales that carry the soft syllables of her own pleasure, encouraging moans and repetitive approval, murmured as fervent as prayer into the hot air above their bodies.
things like, ) Please, ( things like, ) Yes, ( things like, ) Don't stop.
( mm, fuck, that's a good angle for him, too, makes him moan, low in his throat. there's an innate beauty in the way that she lets go of her inhibitions, and he thinks he'll never tire of the way that she gasps and moans beneath him with each roll of his hips, harder now that he's discovered a way to make her make sounds like that. )
You're so good, baby, ( he murmurs, voice raspy with need — hell, he wants to say it about a hundred more times 'cause it's true. she feels good, her body matches each move he makes like she can anticipate it. her lips, when they're not preoccupied with his in deep, would-be bruising kisses, do a damn good job of urging him further with each nearly-whimpered word.
don't stop.
it's not a phrase that rene hears often, considering his tendency to go overboard in the field, break the rules, do his own thing. here, it's a more than welcome request, 'cause stopping's the last thing on his mind right now. all he can think right now is more, more, more, head swimming as he leans his forehead to touch against hers, fingers splaying over her jaw and her cheek and her neck almost possessively, like it might steady him. he picks up the pace, hips driving faster, harder into her, panting hard with his mouth a breath away from hers. )
( her body practically quakes with each thrust of his hips, her legs shaking as they curl around him, joints locked tight as if to prevent him from pulling too far away. not that it would be possible, not with her hands gripped against his shoulder blades, the curve of her nails leaving half-moon imprints against freckled, tanned skin.
it's almost like sparring, in a strange way, kara realizes. each move of his body, hers parallels; the more she moves, the better it feels, the tighter that ball of need and desire and wanting swirling in her belly gets. it makes something inside her clench, restricting around him as he pushes inside her, slowing his retreat by sheer force. a groan, louder this time, breathed out against his mouth; it trails off into a gasp for breath, a stretch to press her lips to his in desperate attempt for stability, reassurance — even when it hurts, it feels good, how well-matched they are, how badly he wants her in return, how he shows how much he wants her without restraint.
his hand presses into her neck, the callouses of his fingers leaving their imprint behind on pale skin, and kara can barely breathe for how impossibly seductive the touch feels. he calls her baby and she shudders, moans her approval, leans into the sensation with eyes half-open, cries out for more with a strangled exhale. how does it feel so good, she doesn't know; all she knows is that it does. )
I'm so — oh, god, oh god — ( unintelligible babble, a mix of heavy breathing and her own encouragements, and then, suddenly, almost a whisper, almost impossible to hear, ) fuck, oh, oh...
( pain and pleasure seem to so often go hand in hand, rene's found. she's strong as hell (he's always known that), maybe stronger than she knows sometimes, and it shows now in the way that she clings to him, nails digging into his shoulder blades and making him grit his teeth for a moment; even through the sting of them pressing into his skin, it's way too satisfying 'cause he knows that it's kinda self-inflicted — he's making her feel like this, and he's gonna be feeling the impressions of those half-moons embedded into his skin later.
there's a fire burning inside of him, desire running white hot in his veins, fueling desperate kisses punctuated by moans, by the needy press of fingers against her jawline. he can feel the resistance building around him with each thrust as she tightens around him, but it feels damn good, certainly doesn't deter him. if anything, it just drives him to continue, groaning out a soft appreciation, nearly tongue-tied: ) That's right, baby girl — that's it —
( rene's gonna take her over the edge and then some, if he has anything to say about it — even if he means he's gonna have to work damn hard to keep his shit together 'cause this all feels overwhelmingly good and this girl is way too hot for her own good and he's already having a time trying not to let the heady feeling that's making his brain feel like mush overwhelm him to the point of losing control completely.
he bites his lip, brow slightly furrowed 'cause he's so focused on taking her there with each rough rock of his hips, making sure his eyes stay open so he can watch her when he makes her come. )
( he doesn't have to wait long: as soon as the words leave her lips — that word, specifically, fuck, gasped so softly on an exhale, a surprise even to herself — her own climax slams into view without warning, as imposing as a brick wall. her heartbeat roars in her ears, angry and demanding, tempered only by the sound of his voice in her ear, the echo of her own moans, ripped from her throat without hesitation, practically begging; there's no distinguishing sensations any longer, no difference between the possessive grip holding against her neck or the repeated bursts of heat with each rock of his hips, just a burning hot ball of need between her legs threatening to explode at any second.
in the last few seconds, her eyes screw tight, jaw clenched, breath held as if to refuse any release of how good he feels inside her; her hands scramble to his face, slide down his neck, grip his shoulders only to drop unceremoniously to her sides, where they find purchase in the slightly damp fabric of the couch cushions. something to grab onto, to tug, steady and unmoving while her whole body shakes with each passing moment, gaining speed until — )
— fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, god, baby! ( why yes, that was all that and a bag of assorted gibberish chips. unsurprisingly, her climax is loud, signaled by that first strangled cry as her head falls backwards, impossibly strong thighs clamped around his legs; the words don't even register in her head as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her body, her limbs shivering a bit with each aftershock.
it's only after a long stretch of moments, her legs still clamped around him, that kara comes back to; her eyes slowly flutter open, hazy vision focusing on his gaze, the fire burning in his eyes that matches the one she felt in her chest. there's no other way to describe it — rene is sexy, in a way she's never quite known before, a way that makes her feel capable and wanted and desired.
perhaps that's why, after another beat, her mouth curves into a lazy, decadent smile, or why she murmurs, ) I thought I said don't stop...
( her climax is loud and unrestrained and sexy, profanities slipping frantically past her lips as her thighs tighten around him like a vice — so tightly that he can feel each tremor in her muscles after as it rolls through her body. fuck, that right there feels like enough to get him off, but —
rene's an idiot, and he pauses to admire — "gawk at" is probably a better term — her for a second, hips stilling while he's still inside of her, panting with ragged breaths, gaze hawklike as he watches her come down from her high, like he's waiting for something. the okay, a thumbs up, some sign to get the hell off of her.
but no, she reminds him of what she said before, when her voice was all hot and whimpering and needy — that one command he should've leaped at the opportunity to obey. don't stop. if rene were capable of feeling anything but the overwhelming, continually building sense of need, he might feel something like sheepish right now.
but no, the corners of his mouth just turn up into a knowing sort of smirk as his gaze meets hers and then it's back at it; his eyes squeeze shut and he's back to fucking her fast, hard, his hand leaving her skin in favor of gripping at the couch, too, give him some leverage. his brow furrows and there's one final hard thrust into her, groaning a profanity in spanish (perhaps a little less flashy than hers, but hey, hers was hot as fuck) as he reaches his climax at long last, head tipped down as he rides it out.
— a little later, they've both started to come down from all the excitement, rene's head inexplicably coming to lay on her chest at some point — right on top of that giant s emblazoned on the front of her costume — even as it rises and falls, evening out with her breathing as her heart rate returns to whatever stands for normal with a hot alien superhero. it's comfortable, even with the silence that's seemed to wash over the room after a stretch of anything but.
of course, rene's a disruptor, no matter where he's at, what he's doing — it's gotta be genetic at this point, seriously — so he's gotta break said comfort; he's been still for far too long, and he gets restless. so he sits up without a word, pulls the tank top, damp with sweat and clinging to his skin, up and over his head. the next step's standing up and finally kicking off his boots, his socks, and — yeah, tugging down and stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs, at a hell of a time to do it.
he ain't shy. he's just gonna stand, naked as hell in front of her, stretch out his arms over his head before letting them fall lazily back to his sides, and ask with a tip of his head not unlike that of a perplexed dog, ) You care if I take a shower?
( and yet, the unasked question's probably more important: you gonna join me, blondie? )
( his abrupt movement catches her by surprise, her head lifting from its rest against the cushion to watch his (admittedly very attractive) strip show. as nice as what could only be described as post-coital cuddling — not that she was planning on referring to it as such out loud — had been, the allure of a shower was certainly tempting.
with a soft grunt, she swings her legs over the side of the couch, pulls herself upright. her own outfit takes a few less steps — the skirt pulls up over her waist, follows the path of her torso until it slips over her head; the attached bodice and sleeves follow suit a moment later, and the entire costume pools at her feet shortly thereafter, casually discarded. all that's left is her bra, neatly unclasped with a single hand reaching behind her back, dropped to the floor with a quiet exhale of relief.
there's nothing left at that point except a smile, a little more confident this time around, when she replies, ) Maybe I do. ( not that her false minding will stop her from leaving him in the living room, or from heading into the shower herself, turning on the tap and letting it run cool to warm over her skin.
after a moment, kara calls out, loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water, ) Are you coming?
( just as rene's not shy about his own nudity, he definitely ain't shy about watching her quickly de-supergirl, his arms folded over his chest and his gaze blatantly sweeping over now-bare skin. damn, man — he lets out a hard exhale, appreciative. she's something else.
she smiles at him, broad and enticing, and she says that maybe she does mind. clearly a joke, but it still gives him pause 'cause his life's like the epitome of the phrase "rene, no." but he certainly don't mind watching her walk away; the red skirt was nice, but he didn't realize just what was waiting for him underneath.
there's the sound of water hitting porcelain hard, and then her voice, calling for him. his mouth stretches into a grin all for himself in the living room.
it's turned more into more of a sly little smirk once he pauses in the threshold of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe for a second so he can admire the view a little more, water coursing over her, making those soft curls darken as she enjoys the shower. looks like plenty of room for two, or at least rene's about to make some as he steps in there with her, standing behind her, body about a breath away from hers as he lets the water run over his chest, breathing out a sigh as his head tips down, close to her ear. )
( as the water temperature rises, steam floating to the ceiling only to flood the mirror with fog, kara lingers under the stream. her hair soaks quickly enough, blonde curls turned mousy brown strands sticking to her neck, her shoulder, coiling up between her shoulderblades as they rest on her back; the water pools on her skin, draws faint red lines as the heat trails down towards her feet.
she feels his presence before she ever sees him in the reflection of the chrome on the wall, her mouth curving in a warm smile at the sight of his shadow, cast next to hers against the milk-and-honey colored tiles. a welcome intrusion, obviously — even if he opts to stand behind her, where her hands can't quite explore the now bare skin he's decided to show off. )
Hi, ( she finally whispers, turning her face towards him to avoid the spray as goosebumps start to build along her shoulders, a mirrored pattern from his breath ghosted along her skin. ) That was... ( her voice trails off, that earlier shyness creeping in against the quiet, cheeks a little rosier for it. ) ... wow.
( she turns to look at him, a soft smile peeking over her shoulder and — there's something decidedly shy about how she tries to verbalize what just went down that practically astounds him, considering ...
the pleas, the gasps, the tremors in her thighs, the demands for more as her nails dug into his shoulders —
if rene thinks about it too much, he's gonna get turned on again and then he's done for. instead, he presses against her back, lets muscled arms coil around her middle, scruffy cheek pressing against the side of her neck as he dips his head down, brushing a kiss against her shoulder, murmuring: ) I know.
( it's all a bit counterproductive — the closeness won't help him stop thinking about what just happened, nor will it help accomplish a successful shower. but the water feels nice streaming against the top of his head, down along his neck and his spine, and she feels even nicer when she's pressed against him like this; there are no complaints here, potentially a first for rene. maybe she's rendered him relatively speechless this time. )
( she doesn't reply right away. there's a comfortable quiet that lingers amidst the splashes of the showerhead against the tile, the echo of water falling and bouncing off their bodies only to collect and drain in the floor. kara doesn't mind it — the sound of their breathing, slow and in sync, serves as a steady rhythm; the percussion of the pipes in the distance, perhaps only audible for her, accents the space. it's never truly silent.
his body is warm and sturdy against hers, his arms a snug embrace around her stomach, strong enough to lean back into if she closes her eyes for a moment. his mouth brushes against her shoulder, just briefly, and kara shivers involuntarily, a tremor that brings with it the memory of his mouth on hers, insistent and demanding — a memory that she can feel as much as she can remember. if her cheeks weren't flushed before, they were now, red and rosy even amidst the heat of the shower. if he listens for it, he might hear the pace of her heartbeat quicken and skip, just slightly erratic.
a deep breath to steady herself, held by a tightly closed mouth, and kara tilts her face up to the water, letting it splash over her eyes, her cheeks, across her mouth and along the column of her throat. when she's satisfied, more certain that her limbs may not tremble, she lets her chin dip back down, body nestling a little more snugly against his in the process. )
Mmhmm, ( comes his hummed response, eyelids falling shut, relishing the feeling of her wet skin sliding easily against his when she leans back against him. it's easiest to bury the feeling that sensation gives him in another slow kiss, maybe two, pressed against her shoulder.
the water's hot, makes him feel flushed, or maybe it's just the needing heat that's creeping through him already — again. rene can only stand still for so long before the part of his brain that's responsible for his actions tells him that he should feel restless. reckless. down time's an anomaly in the life of rene ramirez.
that's probably why, after a few minutes of just standing there, holding her tightly and letting the water course over them, his hands, still planted firmly against her abdomen, slide higher; palms trace up her ribcage and then over the swell of her breasts, fingers flexing over them and then contracting into a squeeze, thumbs brushing over nipples already peaked from exposure to the air, thick with humidity.
the newness of it sends a thrill through him, makes him bite his lip through her reaction; he anticipates each sharp inhale of breath, each shudder that runs through her that practically makes him shudder, too. he was starting to feel mad at himself for not undressing her completely before, but this? is starting to make up for that. )
( kara had thought she knew what his hands felt like. if she closed her eyes, let the water run over her skin and her mind run unguided, she could still feel the ghost of them pressed against her neck, slid across her thighs. her body still remembered the way his fingers had teased, slick with her own need, before they'd plotted a course along her body.
but this sensation is different. the shower head above offers a gentle spray, warm and unrelenting as it falls against her shoulders, trailing down her sides and back; the water coats his hands as they smooth over her ribs, cup her breasts, fingertips dragging over sensitive peaks that pull a surprised gasp from her lips. it's slow, unhurried — that familiar heat low in her belly only grows as he explores this new expanse of skin, encourages the roll of her head to the side, exposing more of her neck and shoulder to his mouth.
his thumb and index finger pull at one point, tugging just firmly enough to send a sudden jolt through her, and kara shivers again; a soft, keening cry echoes in the quiet, mingling with their breathing, her own slowly picking up speed. )
( rene lets his hands explore this new-to-him part of her body, groping her breasts, thumbs rolling nice and slow over her nipples. it earns him more of her neck, which he won't complain about, either, tongue dragging up to taste skin that tastes sweet, somehow, despite the exertion of what they'd just done, lips leaving a lingering kiss against the side of her neck, and another.
it's soft, almost sweet in contrast to the sudden, sharp way his thumb and index finger pinch and tug just enough, earning him that shuddering reaction as she presses back against him that he'd been looking for.
his lips curve up into a smile, buried in another wet kiss a little higher on her neck, a tug on her earlobe with his teeth before he reminds, lingering there, ) Said I wasn't gonna go easy on you.
Mmmokay, ( is her reply, a dreamy, distracted sigh carrying her approval into the warm, thick air of the shower.
it's a good thing rene's arms keep her in place, curled over her torso as his hands palm over her skin. as they alternate between steady pressure and quick, insistent pulls, her head feels heavy, full, swimming in overwhelming sensations; it remains lulled to the side while she tries to calm her soft, panting breaths.
the contrast between the gentle sweep of his tongue on her neck and the rough grasp of his hands is only highlighted by his teeth pulling at her ear, the growl of his voice breathed out against her skin — if there ever was a question of kara's opinion on his touch, it's settled by the low, decadent groan that rumbles in her throat, the impatient shift of her weight from one leg to the other, slightly sticky arousal slowly pooling between them.
her body adjusts to his almost without thinking about it, hips rocking into his as her back arches, angling into his touch; she'd apologize for it if it wasn't abundantly clear from the growing, firm pressure against the curve of her ass that at least some part of him was enjoying her reaction.
another groan, and her tongue darts out to swipe at her bottom lip, mouth suddenly dry; it ends in words, an unsuccessful attempt at controlling the desperate edge in her voice displayed as she whines, ) Don't tease.
I don't do too good with the whole listening thing, sweetheart, ( comes rene's very matter-of-fact response, as if his behavior in their little team-up back in their universe wasn't enough proof of that.
but he can feel the needy way her hips move, her ass pressing against him in a way that doesn't quite help his own natural reaction to her, each whimper and moan sending a wave of pleasure straight through him, helped along by the warmth of the water against his skin, the humidity in the air, her skin against his. there's a harsh exhale against the back of her neck, pausing as his palms squeeze handfuls of her breasts again, and —
you know what? maybe listening isn't so bad, just this once.
one hand stays right where it is, groping, but the other slides easily down her body again and slips between her thighs, fingers pressing firmly and a low hum escaping him as he finds those fingertips coated with a sticky warmth that's decidedly not from the shower itself. he can't resist the temptation to tease a least a little, though, simply letting his hand wander almost idly back and forth, wanting to earn more of a reaction from her if he can get one, make her squirm a little. )
( his breath coats hot against the back of her neck, the echo of his approving hum rolling over her skin as she shifts, roaming touch nudging her legs apart — it feels good, his motions slower, a little surer this time, as his fingertips drag against the slick curve between her legs. there's familiarity to this gesture; there's memory, too, of the needy, insistent way his hands had splayed out across her skin, a hot contrast to the almost gentle exploration of his touch now.
maybe he doesn't think much of listening, but his hands are closer now to where she needs them to be than they were before, so it's a good start.
as if to indicate her opinion on his question, her hips angle forward again, a hard roll against the brush of his hand; as they pull back, her body settles flush against his front, her awareness of his own need only growing with each back and forth. to steady herself, her hands reach up, one curling over his against her breast, the other wrapping around his upper arm, snaked across her waist, gently pulling his weight a little more snugly against her back, that reaction only more prominently nestled against the curve of her hip.
eventually, so many motions later, her own breaths panting, echoing against the tile, kara lets her head roll back against him, the never-ending spray of hot water splashing against her face and chest. eyes squeezing shut against the onslaught, she groans, ) I want... god, you...
❝ because i've been biting my tongue all week / i keep on talking trash (but i never say anything) / and the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex / and then there is no mystery left ❞ ▶ audio | visual: one, two, three
( this isn't the first time. it's not even the second time, or the fifth, or the tenth — kara has lost track of how many times she's been pulled aside, tugged into dark alleyways or the backseat of a car, found a hotel key in her pocket with only a date and room number in messy block letters, summoned with only a short text and an address.
though the newness has worn off, her heart still beats in her chest, rapid and unsettled, at the smell of his aftershave as his body presses against her back, as his arms wrap around her, firm pressure guiding her chin up, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck to his exploring hands. her breath still catches in her throat as skilled fingers dispose of whatever she'd worn that didn't meet his request, arrange her limbs in whatever fashion preferred for the moment.
they've fallen into this bad habit together, a mess of need and desire unencumbered by the restraints of relationships or feelings — it lays separate beyond whatever kara does in the daylight, under the radar of their friends, colleagues, or fellow vigilantes. it's theirs, and theirs alone.
this time, it's been a few days. maybe a week, maybe two. tonight, he summons her, and she comes as called, black coat over little black dress, left on from a work event downtown, proper and buttoned-up as ever. there's excitement in knowing that what hides underneath is just for this; a thrill in slipping out of the evening's party without catching the eye of her colleagues, crossing town without running into anyone who might question her whereabouts. it leaves her a little breathless, cheeks softly flushed, as her knuckles lift to rap a quiet three-knock salute at the door. )
( rene would be lying if he said he knew what to make of this whole thing with her — with kara, a name that's finally become familiar on his tongue after mentally referring to her as supergirl ever since he met her, since that's all he really ever knew her as back in their universe. ever since that night, the fuck up with her stupid phone, the way she let him keep on kissing her even if he wasn't who she'd envisioned she was talking to, the way their bodies fit together ... shit, man. he can't get her outta his damn head.
which is how and why he ends up wrapping his hand around her wrist, dragging her wherever he can whenever he sees her, pressing her against brick walls in back alleys, keeping her pinned between his body and the leather interior of a parked car he may or may not have picked the lock to get into. makes arrangements — complicated ones, especially for someone like him — for them to meet, spend a few hours at bare minimum together between sheets that are nicer than any he's ever slept on in his life. sheer desperation.
but they keep it casual. rene doesn't do the whole relationship thing anymore — it's — just not in the cards for him again, self-imposed or not. relationships seem like way too much work in a place like this, anyway, when people screw left and right just to get whatever they wished for. may as well get what he came here for, too. he can only assume that kara does the same, which makes things less complicated; while they share a common circle of friends ("friends", allies, whatever), he tries to leave her alone outside of ... this, if he can help it.
"this" being the knock on the door to his apartment, music to his ears after an inexplicable amount of time apart. there's no hesitation to open the door, no hesitation after. his hands go to her waist, pulling her flush against him so he can kiss her hard once she's inside, closing the door behind them with a bona fide slam as he pins her back against it, abrupt and a little messy, but that's how rene generally operates. he takes a second to breathe, gaze sweeping over her face, over her lips, like it's been years since he's seen her rather than days. a breath, and, teasing: ) Took you long enough, hermosa.
( he'll never say it out loud, but he missed her; the fact that he did was probably another self-imposed factor in why it took him so long to text her again. complicated — no bueno. )
( there's something decadently wanton about the way he touches her, possessive and urgent, strong hands wrapping around her waist to press her back against the door. it pulls a shiver down her spine in appreciation, tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip; there's little shyness left in the way she lingers in his grasp, just barely repressed excitement in each quiet, softly shuddering breath, echoing in the lingering silence before he speaks.
when he does, kara smiles, the curve of her mouth warm and affectionate, before catching his mouth in a kiss. this one's slower, deliberate, an opportunity to arch her back and press a little more snugly into him, loop her arms around his neck, take advantage of the proximity that's been missing over the last so many days. when their lips finally part, her reply comes in the form of an apology, carefully offered. ) I didn't mean to keep you waiting.
( or herself, if she's entirely honest. she'd wanted to come back the second she'd left the last time, to withdraw her control and let him ministrate over her existence a little longer, but what time they had carved out had ended. she had gone home, showered, tried to shake the lingering dizzy wanting coursing through her before crawling back into bed. things in this place were less complicated in the universes they called home, but less had never meant no complications at all. she's still beholden to someone else here, still cares for them. this is different, separate — they don't talk about what it means or what it could be.
they don't talk much at all, truthfully.
she doesn't expect that to be any less true tonight, either. not when it's been so many days since the last time his hands have coursed over her skin. no, she's missed that too much, and whether he wants to say it or not, she knows he has too. )
Yeah, but I think you're gonna have to make it up to me, ( rene replies with an air of feigned seriousness, though the smile peeking through the corners of his mouth betrays him. he's supposed to be mr. tough guy, sure, but the way she presses against him so very deliberately, her gaze soft and questioning and innocent in a way that isn't innocent at all, makes him feel a certain type of way. happy that she's here, or something. sue him.
his hands, settled on her hips, draw upwards instead, fingers deft at undoing each button one at a time from the top down. next, those hands draw up to frame her neck, his gaze intense as his thumbs graze towards her collarbones and meet the collar of her dress instead. damn, she's always gotta be so damn covered up all the time? doesn't matter, though — the path of his hands instead follows the curve of her shoulder, urging the coat off and letting it fall to the floor.
it's a nice start, anyway. a quick once-over reveals that the dress stops mid-thighs, and she's got heels on which make her a little taller than him and frankly it isn't really fair, but damn if her legs don't look great. rene's woefully underdressed in comparison, in just a loose-fitting tank top and jeans per usual, but he figures that it don't even matter when they're both gonna end up naked and tangled up in each other in no time.
it's been about five seconds since they've kissed, so rene leans in for another, lingering, hands finding her hips again now that he only has to contend with a dress between his palms and her skin. ) You got any bright ideas how, mami?
( her dress sense hasn't changed — she's always been drawn to modest patterns, well-fitting without revealing too much, classic ensembles that suit her traditional temperament. even though he complains, drags his fingers along hemlines too long for his taste, kara knows there's some enjoyment in it. knowing that what's underneath is a secret, something he knows that others don't — like the matched set, for example, just underneath the cotton fabric of her dress, a surprise he's yet to unwrap this evening.
she'd picked it out the week before, an attempt to tide herself over until she'd have a chance to wear it, some small hidden thrill to soothe the itch he was so good at scratching. metaphorically. sometimes literally, too, if the occasional fast-fading lines between her shoulder blades were any indication.
her coat pools on the floor with a soft thump, tugging her out of her thoughts; kara's shoulders release, lowering as his hands skim across them and then back down along her sides, resting at her waist with a squeeze. it's an unspoken reminder to step out of her shoes, nudging them aside into the growing pile of discarded clothing, her now-bare heels hitting the floor and bringing her down a few inches below him. her glasses, too, unnecessary and almost certainly due to be in the way, are gently slipped off, folded, set aside.
it gives her opportunity to look up at him through thick lashes, painted on a little heavier for the occasion. a contented sigh breathes out into his kiss, the hint of mischief evident in her smile as she murmurs once they've parted again, ) A few, maybe, if you're interested.
( she won't undress for him without being asked, wouldn't think of taking away that particular experience from either of them when his pleasure in it is so obvious, but the reverse is certainly something worth pursuing. like how her hands loosen their grip from around his neck, sliding down the front of his torso, lingering on the lines of his abdomen before skirting the top of his jeans; her fingertips circle around the button fastening, a full rotation and then once more before her thumb pushes at the clasp until it pops open with a soft snap. the zipper, too, comes down, loosening his jeans until they pool at his knees — looking up again, lashes fluttering more purposefully this time, kara whispers, ) I don't think you need those.
( his boxer briefs, however, will have to stay a little longer, a cage for the evidence of his attraction that she's not quite ready to remove yet. )
( the adjustments made are better — no heels, no glasses, no coat; they're needless distractions. the loss of the shoes at least brings her back to his level, lets her peek up at him through uncharacteristically long eyelashes, doe-eyed and beautiful with a touch of innocence that rene knows better than to completely fall for, damn hard as it is not to.
his point is further proved when her hands wander down over his torso, and his gaze remains fixated on hers, watching her expression to try to figure out her play before it happens. but then her hands dip lower, and — shit, yeah, okay, it's pretty hot, having her slowly tease him before easing his jeans down his thighs, leaving him in boxer briefs that cling to his skin, the muscles of his thighs, hard outline of his cock showing off the effect she's had on him already, stiffening even as it's further exposed.
she thinks he doesn't need those jeans of his, and he thinks that her making such a bold move without prompting is sexy as hell. it's even more evidence that she wants him as badly as he wants her, feels that same adrenaline rush when they're together that makes rene feel like he's out in the field, guns cocked and pointed towards a target. maybe it's because of how dangerous all this is — dangerous because of their circumstances, dangerous because of the ever-present, unspoken fear of getting caught.
but rene has never run from danger — he's always ran into the fray, head first and guns a-blazing. ) These ideas of yours are sounding better and better by the second. ( ignoring the fact that he hasn't quite heard them. but he has ideas, too. ) You gonna prove me right?
( kara is many things — fast, strong, incredibly stubborn, inordinately fond of high ponytails and pencil skirts, amongst many others — but perhaps most central is that blessing of invulnerability, bulletproof skin and unbreakable bones. as supergirl, kara has learned to dive in headfirst, to throw caution to the wind, let the cards fall where they may in the pursuit of justice and the american way. as kara, though, that bravery has often been overshadowed by uncertainty; her need to separate the identities has taught her to be cautious in matters of the heart, not to expose herself too soon or too quickly, not to take risks.
this, though? every second is a risk, heart beating wild in her chest every time they come together, adrenaline coursing through her veins with every touch. perhaps it's that adrenaline that helps blend the line between kara and supergirl, lets her channel that faith in her own invulnerability; surrender herself to the red-hot desire that seems to flare up every time she's within arms reach.
perhaps it's that adrenaline that encourages her to answer his unspoken request, to bend down to rest on her knees, loop her fingers around the waistband of his jeans and tug until they fall in a heap on the floor, that strength peeking through for a moment to speed up the process, toss them over her shoulder, out of the way. another look up, another wide smile, and roaming hands coming to rest on the tops of her thighs; kara simply waits, that same almost innocent smile a cool contrast to the implication her position is sure to offer. )
( it happens so quickly that rene nearly doesn't realize what happens, even if in the whirlwind of activity, rene ends up being urged to lift his feet so she can discard his jeans. superpowers, man. he guesses they can be useful in more ways than he'd imagined — like getting rene undressed faster than normal, a damn role reversal if he's ever seen one.
it all leaves him a little breathless, not quite rattled, but a little caught off guard, maybe. definitely not a bad thing, but rene's not used to being the one caught off guard, the one who's lost his cool a long time ago.
kara sits back on her knees and waits, looking up at him through long eyelashes, and his gaze sweeps over her — her hands placed purposefully on her hips where, in this new position, the hem of her skirt rides up. the dress that hides way too much of her that he'd like to see. the patient, knowing curve of her lips into a smile that's far from innocent. god damn.
he's breathing's gotten a little heavy, his heart pounding so loud he can hear it overwhelmingly in his ears. rene groans, feels that pool of desire in his gut tighten, his cock stiffening in his underwear just thinking about her fucking mouth. about her on her knees. fuck.
fighting back another groan, he practically growls out, exasperated, though there's still an air of teasing: ) You gonna stare at it all day, chica? Or are you gonna do something about it?
( the expanse of skin — his legs, his arms, the peek of his abdomen over the waistband of his underwear, shirt riding up a little in the process — leaves her a little breathless. it's not something she gets to enjoy very often; usually, their roles are reversed, with demanding, greedy hands pulling just enough fabric away. in those moments where they're both undressed, her attention is usually elsewhere, focused on the sensations his hands and mouth and body that flood through her mind with each touch.
perhaps a little unfairly, kara hesitates, her gaze and then the palms of her hands sweeping over the bronzed skin in front of her, a light graze over calves and thighs and hipbones, coming to rest on the soft skin behind his knees. in return, his exasperation is hard to miss, both in the growl of his voice and the shadowed outline of his arousal in his boxers, a reminder of why she's opted for this particular position, encouragement to swallow her uncertainties and keep going.
when her gaze drifts back up to his this time, it's accompanied by the rising trail of her left hand, crawling up his leg until they rest at his waist, curling under the line of fabric until it's taut between her fingertips. that same smile remains curved across her mouth, only twinging a bit with repressed satisfaction as her hand guides the fabric over and down, a soft thump echoing under the ragged sounds of his breathing. perhaps there's a little bit of teasing in her voice this time in her reply, just barely above a whisper: ) Is that better?
( she doesn't need his reply to know that it is. no, not when his cock practically bounces out of confinement, or when she hears the relieved exhale that slips through his lips; it's plenty encouragement to lean forward, her now free hand cautiously looping around the base, thumb brushing along the underside in a slow rolling motion, back and forth. her tongue rolls forward too, sweeping over her bottom lip, pushing against her teeth with a little more emphasis this time, before her eyes close and her mouth slips over and around him, slow and careful.
the first few seconds are strange, almost disorienting — remembering not to breath through her mouth, something she'd never quite had to think about; the brush of her lips against her own hand as she rocks back and forth; the twitch of his muscle beneath her hand as it wraps around his leg, an anchor for him as much as it is for her. it takes all the self-control she has not to pull away, to ask if it's okay, to demand some kind of approval or feedback or something to tell her if she had the right idea at all. )
( it's said as rene just — walks right up into s.t.a.r. labs like he owns the damn place.
see, things have been kinda weird since the two of them got back from that city — that totally loco, messed up city that took them away from the people that needed them most and ... asked them to help them. helped them in return. he's got zoe back, all 'cause of them. somehow —
somehow he got caitlin, too.
back here on their earth, things ain't exactly easy. they don't talk about the city to anyone, mostly because they know how crazy they'd sound. they hardly acknowledge it to each other, mostly out of habit and with a desire to fall back into old routines and old lives, and even some new things, too, like walking zoe to school every morning and texting caitlin nite once he turns off the lights to their apartment at night. star city and central ain't close, and they've got more important things to worry about than silly flings and feelings probably only brought on by their circumstances.
that is, until he's laying in his bed, apartment empty and his daughter off camping with her friends for the weekend, and he can't help himself, he just ... buys a train ticket. sits there, feeling like a lunatic, as the train clacks against the metal and his hand scrubs over his face.
here at the lab, now, he feels even stupider, just looking at caitlin a little slack-jawed and wide-eyed, clearly not having thought of what he'd do once he got to this part of his spontaneous trip. )
Oh![ In her surprise, Caitlin nearly drops the sample she's working with.
(It's nothing important—just lab work she's doing as a side project for Julian, a favor from one meta expert to another.)
The sudden shock subsides, but her heart still beats quickly as she turns to face Rene. It feels like it's going to climb up her throat and out her mouth, and it makes a lump that's hard to swallow around and impossible to speak through. Though... that doesn't stop her from trying. The best she manages are a few mumbles and a cough, and she has to set aside her tools to cover her mouth.
The inhibitor cuffs still glow and blink blue around her wrists. ]
Well... for starters, proving our security still doesn't work.
[ It's meant to be a joke, but it's one that comes out a bit half-hearted and nervous.
Nervous? Nervous, why should she be nervous? She tries to think back to the last time they saw each other, and it's hard to place. Since coming back from that city, they'd both settled back into their lives. Their separate lives. Before, they had barely known each other. And after, well. It's hard to explain how they'd become so intimately familiar without explaining the city and what happened. Even with all the craziness in this world, that seemed like a line beyond belief.
She takes a step towards him. Hesitates. Not out of not wanting to get closer, but out of every reserved thought in her past rushing back. ]
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Date: 2017-06-21 01:32 am (UTC)( the rush of cool air to her legs is enough to make her shiver, rough lines of his fingertips dragged along her thighs only encouraging the goosebumps forming on her limbs. maybe it's the soft grunt of satisfaction she hears as the nylon drops to the floor, or the way the sudden distance feels overwhelming for a moment — as he hovers above her, all kara wants to do is tug him back down, cover herself with his weight, something to keep that pressure against her.
the words don't mean anything, just mumbled syllables in an alien language — pardon the pun — but they sound like something. something good and demanding and urgent, a sound that echoes the way her heart beats in her chest, slamming against her ribs like a runaway freight train.
her brain tells her mouth to ask, but it's quickly muffled by another kiss, rougher this time, more insistent. a lead up to something else, a promise. by rao, he's a good kisser. a fact she doesn't think she'll ever get quite tired of, especially not like this, with her legs stretching to hook around his or his mouth sliding from hers to relocate that soft patch of skin between her collarbone and shoulder. the touch frees her mouth; it's opportunity to whisper, voice a little rough from so many shaky breaths, ) I — oh, what does that mean...? Joder...
( her own pronunciation doesn't quite imitate the rough growl of his voice. the vowels are wrong, the emphasis off, but the intensity, desperation, need — that's all right. )
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Date: 2017-06-21 04:56 am (UTC)he feels like he can't get enough of her lips, her skin, keeping his mouth right at that spot that got him such a big reaction last time. the needy way her legs hook around him, keep him so desperately between her thighs, his hips shifting against her just enough to enjoy some of that sweet, sweet friction. fuck, it's good — and he never would've expected this from superhero barbie, but god damn is he happy to be wrong.
it takes him a second to realize that she's talking, mostly 'cause her voice is all light and airy and shit and he's more than a little distracted, but what she says brings a laugh out of him as he tips his chin up, a grin to his face, a moment of levity in the middle of all this beautiful, beautiful tension. the inflection's not quite right, sure, but there's just something about supergirl letting out an obscenity, even en español, that's incredibly satisfying.)
I said, "Joder — tu es tan caliente," ( he repeats, trying to bury his smile with another kiss in the crook of her neck, drawing his mouth close to her ear so he can translate, voice dropping to low near-whisper, ) Fuck, you are so hot.
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Date: 2017-06-21 05:32 am (UTC)she hasn't kissed him yet, not first. it's sudden, without warning; there's an unspoken wildness to it, the way her body angles up into him while her hands pull him down, focusing on the heat and pressure and friction of his hips pressed insistently into hers. a wanting that kara can't put into words. not to kiss her, not to touch her. it's more than that.
all kara knows is that she wants — well, more. the low groan from the back of her throat barely counts as words, but it's all that escapes in between kisses, lips tingling and head swimming from the contact, until, ) You're driving me crazy.
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Date: 2017-06-21 06:34 am (UTC)as if he couldn't tell that he's driving her crazy by the way she yanks him by his collar — totally hot, by the way, the amount of natural strength he can feel when she does it — to kiss him with a fire as strong as his, a longing in her body as she arches against him, gives a little pull to his push with her hips. it's good.
holding himself up with one arm, his free hand snakes its way down her torso, down lower, sneaking its way between the two of them so rough fingers can brush against the damp, soft fabric of her underwear between her thighs appreciatively, a low hum reverberating from the back of his throat. ) Mmm, yeah, seems like it, Blondie.
( which is to say nothing about him, and the needy, reminding press of his own hips against the back of his hand. aight, fuck it, he's getting a little impatient with himself, even. time to bring back that overeager pace, even if it means sitting up again (sorry), but it's so he can loop his fingers through the waistband of her underwear and start tugging them down 'cause he's over them being in his way. )
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Date: 2017-06-21 07:08 am (UTC)perhaps the no that escapes her is premature, until faster than kara can even realize it, she's got nothing but dampness and heat under her skirt and a grinning man on top of her to blame. or thank, really. it's a heady feeling, one that makes her wonder if perhaps she should slow down, sit up — but then he's leaning back into her, one leg nestled between hers, and all she can do is roll her hips, a motion slow and deliberate, against the contact.
god, is that good. everything feels good, every touch of his hand, every press of his weight against her, so much so that she doesn't know what could possibly feel any better.
maybe his mouth back on hers. that would be nice. better than nice. too bad it's so far away. )
I — oh, oh. Please.
( descriptive. very helpful. mostly just mewling, needy exhales, punctuating contact between her bare skin and his overly clothed body. )
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Date: 2017-06-21 08:14 am (UTC)( and, to be more accurate, rene needs to give himself a minute while he's up here still, to get rid of the flannel, because he's pretty sure he's already sweating underneath it; his fingers unbutton it from the top down, biting his lip as if to concentrate so he can get it off faster. finally, sweet freedom — he's left in a black tank top, but it's better than it was.
he lets out a pleased sigh as he settles back down on top of her, capturing her lips in a single kiss before murmuring nearly against them, ) You want it bad, don't you?
( another rhetorical question, but that's alright. her needy little whimpers tell him all that he needs to know, as does the ease of his fingers circling her clit, slick with her need, even against hips that are practically already shuddering beneath him. it makes another wave of pure, heady wanting roll through him, voice raspy with need. ) You just gimme the word, chica, and it's yours.
( please just tell him to shut up and fuck you, kara. )
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Date: 2017-06-21 07:41 pm (UTC)you want it bad, he whispers, smug and knowing and proud; rhetorical question or not, what color hasn't already brought itself to her cheeks blooms in response, a shyness that seems out of place given her own enthusiasm. but it's one thing to want — and want she does, desperately, with every small movement of her body against his — and quite another thing to say it out loud, to put words to that wild beating in her ribcage. all she can manage is a weak, distracted nod, tongue darting out to swipe against her lower lip, mouth suddenly dry.
his hands against her only fuels that tightness in her belly, makes her heart beat staccato in her chest, unsteady and rapid, like a train going off the rails full speed. what does she want? a laundry list of things, increasingly tawdry mental images flashing through her brain, one more desperate than the last — but for now, her hips rock against his hand, encouraging, the motion long past deliberate, almost instinctive. )
I want — ( a pause, a hard swallow, an almost dazed look as his fingers shift just there ) — you, I want you, ohmygod.
( it's not as specific as he might have hoped, but it's something. words. he should feel proud of that. it's not often someone drives her to speechlessness. )
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Date: 2017-06-22 05:12 am (UTC)probably what makes it even hotter, honestly. rene's seen what this chick's like back in their world — well, his world, anyway, since she came from some kinda different planet or something that he doesn't really get — and she's all bright and sunshiney and a little too damn perky, honestly, even in the wake of kicking a freaky metahuman's ass with her alien powers. it was kinda unnerving. freaked him out a little, even though he'd never say that shit out loud.
this is a whole new side of her he never would've expected. the gasped words, the roll of hips against the motion of his hand, the hard press of her fingers into the back of his neck, the way she whimpers when his fingers brush right there. she wants him, and — ) I want you, too, hermosa.
( it's murmured, carried by a soft groan, as his own need grows even more pressing. if there's one thing that rene doesn't have, it's the time or patience to get the rest of her costume off, let alone his own damn clothes, what with the way she's practically begging him right now and the heady feeling it's giving him — no way in hell can he think of anything else right now.
fuck it. he's gonna have to take his hands off of her for a minute, hard as that is, but it's for a good cause; his fingers unbutton and unzip the front of his jeans and with a grunt he tugs them down over his ass, clinging boxer briefs following after and showing just how bad he wants her. he doesn't like wasting time and he's not about to start doing it now; his hand curls around the base of his cock, his other gripping the cushion next to her head, and he guides himself into her, groaning as he shifts his hips and pushes himself further inside. his now free hand mirrors the other, needing something else to hold on to, lips just barely brushing against hers as he tips his head down, watching her reaction. )
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Date: 2017-06-22 05:46 am (UTC)eventually, the strangeness passes, replaced by an impossible wave of wanting in her belly; by instinct, her hips roll forward, pressing into him a little more firmly. an encouraging gesture, a metaphorical thumbs up. ) That's — ( a quiet exhale, almost a sigh; hands around his neck pull him closer, enough to close the gap, any further words whispered in between presses of her mouth to his, kisses that serve as both gratitude and demand. ) — you feel — so — good.
( if he asked her now what she wanted, she might not know how to form the words, but her body knew. faster, deeper, harder, more; the feeling of his hands against her skin, in her hair, where she might feel his heartbeat thumping against hers. there's instinct here, too, not to rush — she wants to enjoy this, to savor the way he makes her feel, needy and desperate and alive. )
I won't break, ( words tumbling out, seemingly irrelevant, but the stretch of her leg hooking around his might imply a greedy urgency that she doesn't quite deny. ) I promise.
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Date: 2017-06-22 06:54 am (UTC)rene responds well to positive reinforcement, words breathed against his mouth in between desperate kisses that he's more than happy to provide. messy kisses, granted, 'cause he's kind of got a sensation overload going on, teeth occasionally catching lip or tongue, but he's eager, which is what counts the most.
her reassurances make him tip his chin up so he can let out a breathy laugh, corners of his mouth turning up into a smile that she can undoubtedly feel when he tries to stifle it with another kiss. there's a hint of inevitable mischievousness in rene's voice when he answers, ) I ain't gonna go easy on you, sweetheart.
( he doesn't pause at all in the midst of this, still moving in and out and in again, second nature, but he lets himself rest on his forearm, lean more of his weight against her, his other hand reaching to graze against her jaw, even if some of his fingers get tangled in her hair on accident, tugging a little when his hand trails down over the curve of her neck, the soft skin over her collarbone where his mouth so kindly laid claim. )
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Date: 2017-06-22 07:54 pm (UTC)a shift of her hips angles him just so, pushes against a spot kara wasn't even aware of, and an involuntary whimper slips through her lips at the contact. a gasp, almost a whine, surprised and dazed all at once, followed by words that only come after another swallow, ) I don't want you to. ( which begged the question: what did she want? more of whatever he was willing to give her, more of the seemingly endless variations of sensation that each touch engulfed her with, overwhelming, as constant and unforgiving as the tide coming in to land.
his body moves, too, adjusts to hers, and with it the angle changes again. her back lifts up against him, instinct pulling her leg up to wrap around him a little more insistently, keeping him close. with the effort, her breathing grows a little louder, exhales that carry the soft syllables of her own pleasure, encouraging moans and repetitive approval, murmured as fervent as prayer into the hot air above their bodies.
things like, ) Please, ( things like, ) Yes, ( things like, ) Don't stop.
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Date: 2017-06-23 01:48 am (UTC)You're so good, baby, ( he murmurs, voice raspy with need — hell, he wants to say it about a hundred more times 'cause it's true. she feels good, her body matches each move he makes like she can anticipate it. her lips, when they're not preoccupied with his in deep, would-be bruising kisses, do a damn good job of urging him further with each nearly-whimpered word.
don't stop.
it's not a phrase that rene hears often, considering his tendency to go overboard in the field, break the rules, do his own thing. here, it's a more than welcome request, 'cause stopping's the last thing on his mind right now. all he can think right now is more, more, more, head swimming as he leans his forehead to touch against hers, fingers splaying over her jaw and her cheek and her neck almost possessively, like it might steady him. he picks up the pace, hips driving faster, harder into her, panting hard with his mouth a breath away from hers. )
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Date: 2017-06-23 03:39 am (UTC)it's almost like sparring, in a strange way, kara realizes. each move of his body, hers parallels; the more she moves, the better it feels, the tighter that ball of need and desire and wanting swirling in her belly gets. it makes something inside her clench, restricting around him as he pushes inside her, slowing his retreat by sheer force. a groan, louder this time, breathed out against his mouth; it trails off into a gasp for breath, a stretch to press her lips to his in desperate attempt for stability, reassurance — even when it hurts, it feels good, how well-matched they are, how badly he wants her in return, how he shows how much he wants her without restraint.
his hand presses into her neck, the callouses of his fingers leaving their imprint behind on pale skin, and kara can barely breathe for how impossibly seductive the touch feels. he calls her baby and she shudders, moans her approval, leans into the sensation with eyes half-open, cries out for more with a strangled exhale. how does it feel so good, she doesn't know; all she knows is that it does. )
I'm so — oh, god, oh god — ( unintelligible babble, a mix of heavy breathing and her own encouragements, and then, suddenly, almost a whisper, almost impossible to hear, ) fuck, oh, oh...
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Date: 2017-06-23 05:21 am (UTC)there's a fire burning inside of him, desire running white hot in his veins, fueling desperate kisses punctuated by moans, by the needy press of fingers against her jawline. he can feel the resistance building around him with each thrust as she tightens around him, but it feels damn good, certainly doesn't deter him. if anything, it just drives him to continue, groaning out a soft appreciation, nearly tongue-tied: ) That's right, baby girl — that's it —
( rene's gonna take her over the edge and then some, if he has anything to say about it — even if he means he's gonna have to work damn hard to keep his shit together 'cause this all feels overwhelmingly good and this girl is way too hot for her own good and he's already having a time trying not to let the heady feeling that's making his brain feel like mush overwhelm him to the point of losing control completely.
he bites his lip, brow slightly furrowed 'cause he's so focused on taking her there with each rough rock of his hips, making sure his eyes stay open so he can watch her when he makes her come. )
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Date: 2017-06-23 06:00 am (UTC)in the last few seconds, her eyes screw tight, jaw clenched, breath held as if to refuse any release of how good he feels inside her; her hands scramble to his face, slide down his neck, grip his shoulders only to drop unceremoniously to her sides, where they find purchase in the slightly damp fabric of the couch cushions. something to grab onto, to tug, steady and unmoving while her whole body shakes with each passing moment, gaining speed until — )
— fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, god, baby! ( why yes, that was all that and a bag of assorted gibberish chips. unsurprisingly, her climax is loud, signaled by that first strangled cry as her head falls backwards, impossibly strong thighs clamped around his legs; the words don't even register in her head as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her body, her limbs shivering a bit with each aftershock.
it's only after a long stretch of moments, her legs still clamped around him, that kara comes back to; her eyes slowly flutter open, hazy vision focusing on his gaze, the fire burning in his eyes that matches the one she felt in her chest. there's no other way to describe it — rene is sexy, in a way she's never quite known before, a way that makes her feel capable and wanted and desired.
perhaps that's why, after another beat, her mouth curves into a lazy, decadent smile, or why she murmurs, ) I thought I said don't stop...
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Date: 2017-06-23 07:09 am (UTC)rene's an idiot, and he pauses to admire — "gawk at" is probably a better term — her for a second, hips stilling while he's still inside of her, panting with ragged breaths, gaze hawklike as he watches her come down from her high, like he's waiting for something. the okay, a thumbs up, some sign to get the hell off of her.
but no, she reminds him of what she said before, when her voice was all hot and whimpering and needy — that one command he should've leaped at the opportunity to obey. don't stop. if rene were capable of feeling anything but the overwhelming, continually building sense of need, he might feel something like sheepish right now.
but no, the corners of his mouth just turn up into a knowing sort of smirk as his gaze meets hers and then it's back at it; his eyes squeeze shut and he's back to fucking her fast, hard, his hand leaving her skin in favor of gripping at the couch, too, give him some leverage. his brow furrows and there's one final hard thrust into her, groaning a profanity in spanish (perhaps a little less flashy than hers, but hey, hers was hot as fuck) as he reaches his climax at long last, head tipped down as he rides it out.
— a little later, they've both started to come down from all the excitement, rene's head inexplicably coming to lay on her chest at some point — right on top of that giant s emblazoned on the front of her costume — even as it rises and falls, evening out with her breathing as her heart rate returns to whatever stands for normal with a hot alien superhero. it's comfortable, even with the silence that's seemed to wash over the room after a stretch of anything but.
of course, rene's a disruptor, no matter where he's at, what he's doing — it's gotta be genetic at this point, seriously — so he's gotta break said comfort; he's been still for far too long, and he gets restless. so he sits up without a word, pulls the tank top, damp with sweat and clinging to his skin, up and over his head. the next step's standing up and finally kicking off his boots, his socks, and — yeah, tugging down and stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs, at a hell of a time to do it.
he ain't shy. he's just gonna stand, naked as hell in front of her, stretch out his arms over his head before letting them fall lazily back to his sides, and ask with a tip of his head not unlike that of a perplexed dog, ) You care if I take a shower?
( and yet, the unasked question's probably more important: you gonna join me, blondie? )
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Date: 2017-06-23 07:51 am (UTC)with a soft grunt, she swings her legs over the side of the couch, pulls herself upright. her own outfit takes a few less steps — the skirt pulls up over her waist, follows the path of her torso until it slips over her head; the attached bodice and sleeves follow suit a moment later, and the entire costume pools at her feet shortly thereafter, casually discarded. all that's left is her bra, neatly unclasped with a single hand reaching behind her back, dropped to the floor with a quiet exhale of relief.
there's nothing left at that point except a smile, a little more confident this time around, when she replies, ) Maybe I do. ( not that her false minding will stop her from leaving him in the living room, or from heading into the shower herself, turning on the tap and letting it run cool to warm over her skin.
after a moment, kara calls out, loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water, ) Are you coming?
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Date: 2017-06-23 10:22 pm (UTC)she smiles at him, broad and enticing, and she says that maybe she does mind. clearly a joke, but it still gives him pause 'cause his life's like the epitome of the phrase "rene, no." but he certainly don't mind watching her walk away; the red skirt was nice, but he didn't realize just what was waiting for him underneath.
there's the sound of water hitting porcelain hard, and then her voice, calling for him. his mouth stretches into a grin all for himself in the living room.
it's turned more into more of a sly little smirk once he pauses in the threshold of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe for a second so he can admire the view a little more, water coursing over her, making those soft curls darken as she enjoys the shower. looks like plenty of room for two, or at least rene's about to make some as he steps in there with her, standing behind her, body about a breath away from hers as he lets the water run over his chest, breathing out a sigh as his head tips down, close to her ear. )
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Date: 2017-06-24 04:28 am (UTC)she feels his presence before she ever sees him in the reflection of the chrome on the wall, her mouth curving in a warm smile at the sight of his shadow, cast next to hers against the milk-and-honey colored tiles. a welcome intrusion, obviously — even if he opts to stand behind her, where her hands can't quite explore the now bare skin he's decided to show off. )
Hi, ( she finally whispers, turning her face towards him to avoid the spray as goosebumps start to build along her shoulders, a mirrored pattern from his breath ghosted along her skin. ) That was... ( her voice trails off, that earlier shyness creeping in against the quiet, cheeks a little rosier for it. ) ... wow.
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Date: 2017-06-24 08:56 am (UTC)the pleas, the gasps, the tremors in her thighs, the demands for more as her nails dug into his shoulders —
if rene thinks about it too much, he's gonna get turned on again and then he's done for. instead, he presses against her back, lets muscled arms coil around her middle, scruffy cheek pressing against the side of her neck as he dips his head down, brushing a kiss against her shoulder, murmuring: ) I know.
( it's all a bit counterproductive — the closeness won't help him stop thinking about what just happened, nor will it help accomplish a successful shower. but the water feels nice streaming against the top of his head, down along his neck and his spine, and she feels even nicer when she's pressed against him like this; there are no complaints here, potentially a first for rene. maybe she's rendered him relatively speechless this time. )
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Date: 2017-06-24 09:17 am (UTC)his body is warm and sturdy against hers, his arms a snug embrace around her stomach, strong enough to lean back into if she closes her eyes for a moment. his mouth brushes against her shoulder, just briefly, and kara shivers involuntarily, a tremor that brings with it the memory of his mouth on hers, insistent and demanding — a memory that she can feel as much as she can remember. if her cheeks weren't flushed before, they were now, red and rosy even amidst the heat of the shower. if he listens for it, he might hear the pace of her heartbeat quicken and skip, just slightly erratic.
a deep breath to steady herself, held by a tightly closed mouth, and kara tilts her face up to the water, letting it splash over her eyes, her cheeks, across her mouth and along the column of her throat. when she's satisfied, more certain that her limbs may not tremble, she lets her chin dip back down, body nestling a little more snugly against his in the process. )
Can we stay here like this for a little while?
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Date: 2017-06-26 12:13 am (UTC)the water's hot, makes him feel flushed, or maybe it's just the needing heat that's creeping through him already — again. rene can only stand still for so long before the part of his brain that's responsible for his actions tells him that he should feel restless. reckless. down time's an anomaly in the life of rene ramirez.
that's probably why, after a few minutes of just standing there, holding her tightly and letting the water course over them, his hands, still planted firmly against her abdomen, slide higher; palms trace up her ribcage and then over the swell of her breasts, fingers flexing over them and then contracting into a squeeze, thumbs brushing over nipples already peaked from exposure to the air, thick with humidity.
the newness of it sends a thrill through him, makes him bite his lip through her reaction; he anticipates each sharp inhale of breath, each shudder that runs through her that practically makes him shudder, too. he was starting to feel mad at himself for not undressing her completely before, but this? is starting to make up for that. )
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Date: 2017-06-26 01:21 am (UTC)but this sensation is different. the shower head above offers a gentle spray, warm and unrelenting as it falls against her shoulders, trailing down her sides and back; the water coats his hands as they smooth over her ribs, cup her breasts, fingertips dragging over sensitive peaks that pull a surprised gasp from her lips. it's slow, unhurried — that familiar heat low in her belly only grows as he explores this new expanse of skin, encourages the roll of her head to the side, exposing more of her neck and shoulder to his mouth.
his thumb and index finger pull at one point, tugging just firmly enough to send a sudden jolt through her, and kara shivers again; a soft, keening cry echoes in the quiet, mingling with their breathing, her own slowly picking up speed. )
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Date: 2017-06-26 06:20 am (UTC)it's soft, almost sweet in contrast to the sudden, sharp way his thumb and index finger pinch and tug just enough, earning him that shuddering reaction as she presses back against him that he'd been looking for.
his lips curve up into a smile, buried in another wet kiss a little higher on her neck, a tug on her earlobe with his teeth before he reminds, lingering there, ) Said I wasn't gonna go easy on you.
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Date: 2017-06-27 02:39 am (UTC)it's a good thing rene's arms keep her in place, curled over her torso as his hands palm over her skin. as they alternate between steady pressure and quick, insistent pulls, her head feels heavy, full, swimming in overwhelming sensations; it remains lulled to the side while she tries to calm her soft, panting breaths.
the contrast between the gentle sweep of his tongue on her neck and the rough grasp of his hands is only highlighted by his teeth pulling at her ear, the growl of his voice breathed out against her skin — if there ever was a question of kara's opinion on his touch, it's settled by the low, decadent groan that rumbles in her throat, the impatient shift of her weight from one leg to the other, slightly sticky arousal slowly pooling between them.
her body adjusts to his almost without thinking about it, hips rocking into his as her back arches, angling into his touch; she'd apologize for it if it wasn't abundantly clear from the growing, firm pressure against the curve of her ass that at least some part of him was enjoying her reaction.
another groan, and her tongue darts out to swipe at her bottom lip, mouth suddenly dry; it ends in words, an unsuccessful attempt at controlling the desperate edge in her voice displayed as she whines, ) Don't tease.
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Date: 2017-07-06 03:07 am (UTC)but he can feel the needy way her hips move, her ass pressing against him in a way that doesn't quite help his own natural reaction to her, each whimper and moan sending a wave of pleasure straight through him, helped along by the warmth of the water against his skin, the humidity in the air, her skin against his. there's a harsh exhale against the back of her neck, pausing as his palms squeeze handfuls of her breasts again, and —
you know what? maybe listening isn't so bad, just this once.
one hand stays right where it is, groping, but the other slides easily down her body again and slips between her thighs, fingers pressing firmly and a low hum escaping him as he finds those fingertips coated with a sticky warmth that's decidedly not from the shower itself. he can't resist the temptation to tease a least a little, though, simply letting his hand wander almost idly back and forth, wanting to earn more of a reaction from her if he can get one, make her squirm a little. )
This what you were looking for, baby?
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Date: 2017-07-08 12:27 am (UTC)maybe he doesn't think much of listening, but his hands are closer now to where she needs them to be than they were before, so it's a good start.
as if to indicate her opinion on his question, her hips angle forward again, a hard roll against the brush of his hand; as they pull back, her body settles flush against his front, her awareness of his own need only growing with each back and forth. to steady herself, her hands reach up, one curling over his against her breast, the other wrapping around his upper arm, snaked across her waist, gently pulling his weight a little more snugly against her back, that reaction only more prominently nestled against the curve of her hip.
eventually, so many motions later, her own breaths panting, echoing against the tile, kara lets her head roll back against him, the never-ending spray of hot water splashing against her face and chest. eyes squeezing shut against the onslaught, she groans, ) I want... god, you...
( eloquent. )
there's blood in my mouth.
Date: 2017-06-23 07:36 am (UTC)though the newness has worn off, her heart still beats in her chest, rapid and unsettled, at the smell of his aftershave as his body presses against her back, as his arms wrap around her, firm pressure guiding her chin up, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck to his exploring hands. her breath still catches in her throat as skilled fingers dispose of whatever she'd worn that didn't meet his request, arrange her limbs in whatever fashion preferred for the moment.
they've fallen into this bad habit together, a mess of need and desire unencumbered by the restraints of relationships or feelings — it lays separate beyond whatever kara does in the daylight, under the radar of their friends, colleagues, or fellow vigilantes. it's theirs, and theirs alone.
this time, it's been a few days. maybe a week, maybe two. tonight, he summons her, and she comes as called, black coat over little black dress, left on from a work event downtown, proper and buttoned-up as ever. there's excitement in knowing that what hides underneath is just for this; a thrill in slipping out of the evening's party without catching the eye of her colleagues, crossing town without running into anyone who might question her whereabouts. it leaves her a little breathless, cheeks softly flushed, as her knuckles lift to rap a quiet three-knock salute at the door. )
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Date: 2017-06-23 08:44 am (UTC)which is how and why he ends up wrapping his hand around her wrist, dragging her wherever he can whenever he sees her, pressing her against brick walls in back alleys, keeping her pinned between his body and the leather interior of a parked car he may or may not have picked the lock to get into. makes arrangements — complicated ones, especially for someone like him — for them to meet, spend a few hours at bare minimum together between sheets that are nicer than any he's ever slept on in his life. sheer desperation.
but they keep it casual. rene doesn't do the whole relationship thing anymore — it's — just not in the cards for him again, self-imposed or not. relationships seem like way too much work in a place like this, anyway, when people screw left and right just to get whatever they wished for. may as well get what he came here for, too. he can only assume that kara does the same, which makes things less complicated; while they share a common circle of friends ("friends", allies, whatever), he tries to leave her alone outside of ... this, if he can help it.
"this" being the knock on the door to his apartment, music to his ears after an inexplicable amount of time apart. there's no hesitation to open the door, no hesitation after. his hands go to her waist, pulling her flush against him so he can kiss her hard once she's inside, closing the door behind them with a bona fide slam as he pins her back against it, abrupt and a little messy, but that's how rene generally operates. he takes a second to breathe, gaze sweeping over her face, over her lips, like it's been years since he's seen her rather than days. a breath, and, teasing: ) Took you long enough, hermosa.
( he'll never say it out loud, but he missed her; the fact that he did was probably another self-imposed factor in why it took him so long to text her again. complicated — no bueno. )
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Date: 2017-06-23 09:13 am (UTC)when he does, kara smiles, the curve of her mouth warm and affectionate, before catching his mouth in a kiss. this one's slower, deliberate, an opportunity to arch her back and press a little more snugly into him, loop her arms around his neck, take advantage of the proximity that's been missing over the last so many days. when their lips finally part, her reply comes in the form of an apology, carefully offered. ) I didn't mean to keep you waiting.
( or herself, if she's entirely honest. she'd wanted to come back the second she'd left the last time, to withdraw her control and let him ministrate over her existence a little longer, but what time they had carved out had ended. she had gone home, showered, tried to shake the lingering dizzy wanting coursing through her before crawling back into bed. things in this place were less complicated in the universes they called home, but less had never meant no complications at all. she's still beholden to someone else here, still cares for them. this is different, separate — they don't talk about what it means or what it could be.
they don't talk much at all, truthfully.
she doesn't expect that to be any less true tonight, either. not when it's been so many days since the last time his hands have coursed over her skin. no, she's missed that too much, and whether he wants to say it or not, she knows he has too. )
Forgive me?
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Date: 2017-06-24 06:36 am (UTC)his hands, settled on her hips, draw upwards instead, fingers deft at undoing each button one at a time from the top down. next, those hands draw up to frame her neck, his gaze intense as his thumbs graze towards her collarbones and meet the collar of her dress instead. damn, she's always gotta be so damn covered up all the time? doesn't matter, though — the path of his hands instead follows the curve of her shoulder, urging the coat off and letting it fall to the floor.
it's a nice start, anyway. a quick once-over reveals that the dress stops mid-thighs, and she's got heels on which make her a little taller than him and frankly it isn't really fair, but damn if her legs don't look great. rene's woefully underdressed in comparison, in just a loose-fitting tank top and jeans per usual, but he figures that it don't even matter when they're both gonna end up naked and tangled up in each other in no time.
it's been about five seconds since they've kissed, so rene leans in for another, lingering, hands finding her hips again now that he only has to contend with a dress between his palms and her skin. ) You got any bright ideas how, mami?
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Date: 2017-06-24 07:39 am (UTC)she'd picked it out the week before, an attempt to tide herself over until she'd have a chance to wear it, some small hidden thrill to soothe the itch he was so good at scratching. metaphorically. sometimes literally, too, if the occasional fast-fading lines between her shoulder blades were any indication.
her coat pools on the floor with a soft thump, tugging her out of her thoughts; kara's shoulders release, lowering as his hands skim across them and then back down along her sides, resting at her waist with a squeeze. it's an unspoken reminder to step out of her shoes, nudging them aside into the growing pile of discarded clothing, her now-bare heels hitting the floor and bringing her down a few inches below him. her glasses, too, unnecessary and almost certainly due to be in the way, are gently slipped off, folded, set aside.
it gives her opportunity to look up at him through thick lashes, painted on a little heavier for the occasion. a contented sigh breathes out into his kiss, the hint of mischief evident in her smile as she murmurs once they've parted again, ) A few, maybe, if you're interested.
( she won't undress for him without being asked, wouldn't think of taking away that particular experience from either of them when his pleasure in it is so obvious, but the reverse is certainly something worth pursuing. like how her hands loosen their grip from around his neck, sliding down the front of his torso, lingering on the lines of his abdomen before skirting the top of his jeans; her fingertips circle around the button fastening, a full rotation and then once more before her thumb pushes at the clasp until it pops open with a soft snap. the zipper, too, comes down, loosening his jeans until they pool at his knees — looking up again, lashes fluttering more purposefully this time, kara whispers, ) I don't think you need those.
( his boxer briefs, however, will have to stay a little longer, a cage for the evidence of his attraction that she's not quite ready to remove yet. )
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Date: 2017-06-25 11:51 pm (UTC)his point is further proved when her hands wander down over his torso, and his gaze remains fixated on hers, watching her expression to try to figure out her play before it happens. but then her hands dip lower, and — shit, yeah, okay, it's pretty hot, having her slowly tease him before easing his jeans down his thighs, leaving him in boxer briefs that cling to his skin, the muscles of his thighs, hard outline of his cock showing off the effect she's had on him already, stiffening even as it's further exposed.
she thinks he doesn't need those jeans of his, and he thinks that her making such a bold move without prompting is sexy as hell. it's even more evidence that she wants him as badly as he wants her, feels that same adrenaline rush when they're together that makes rene feel like he's out in the field, guns cocked and pointed towards a target. maybe it's because of how dangerous all this is — dangerous because of their circumstances, dangerous because of the ever-present, unspoken fear of getting caught.
but rene has never run from danger — he's always ran into the fray, head first and guns a-blazing. ) These ideas of yours are sounding better and better by the second. ( ignoring the fact that he hasn't quite heard them. but he has ideas, too. ) You gonna prove me right?
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Date: 2017-06-26 02:50 am (UTC)this, though? every second is a risk, heart beating wild in her chest every time they come together, adrenaline coursing through her veins with every touch. perhaps it's that adrenaline that helps blend the line between kara and supergirl, lets her channel that faith in her own invulnerability; surrender herself to the red-hot desire that seems to flare up every time she's within arms reach.
perhaps it's that adrenaline that encourages her to answer his unspoken request, to bend down to rest on her knees, loop her fingers around the waistband of his jeans and tug until they fall in a heap on the floor, that strength peeking through for a moment to speed up the process, toss them over her shoulder, out of the way. another look up, another wide smile, and roaming hands coming to rest on the tops of her thighs; kara simply waits, that same almost innocent smile a cool contrast to the implication her position is sure to offer. )
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Date: 2017-07-05 05:18 am (UTC)it all leaves him a little breathless, not quite rattled, but a little caught off guard, maybe. definitely not a bad thing, but rene's not used to being the one caught off guard, the one who's lost his cool a long time ago.
kara sits back on her knees and waits, looking up at him through long eyelashes, and his gaze sweeps over her — her hands placed purposefully on her hips where, in this new position, the hem of her skirt rides up. the dress that hides way too much of her that he'd like to see. the patient, knowing curve of her lips into a smile that's far from innocent. god damn.
he's breathing's gotten a little heavy, his heart pounding so loud he can hear it overwhelmingly in his ears. rene groans, feels that pool of desire in his gut tighten, his cock stiffening in his underwear just thinking about her fucking mouth. about her on her knees. fuck.
fighting back another groan, he practically growls out, exasperated, though there's still an air of teasing: ) You gonna stare at it all day, chica? Or are you gonna do something about it?
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Date: 2017-07-05 06:25 pm (UTC)perhaps a little unfairly, kara hesitates, her gaze and then the palms of her hands sweeping over the bronzed skin in front of her, a light graze over calves and thighs and hipbones, coming to rest on the soft skin behind his knees. in return, his exasperation is hard to miss, both in the growl of his voice and the shadowed outline of his arousal in his boxers, a reminder of why she's opted for this particular position, encouragement to swallow her uncertainties and keep going.
when her gaze drifts back up to his this time, it's accompanied by the rising trail of her left hand, crawling up his leg until they rest at his waist, curling under the line of fabric until it's taut between her fingertips. that same smile remains curved across her mouth, only twinging a bit with repressed satisfaction as her hand guides the fabric over and down, a soft thump echoing under the ragged sounds of his breathing. perhaps there's a little bit of teasing in her voice this time in her reply, just barely above a whisper: ) Is that better?
( she doesn't need his reply to know that it is. no, not when his cock practically bounces out of confinement, or when she hears the relieved exhale that slips through his lips; it's plenty encouragement to lean forward, her now free hand cautiously looping around the base, thumb brushing along the underside in a slow rolling motion, back and forth. her tongue rolls forward too, sweeping over her bottom lip, pushing against her teeth with a little more emphasis this time, before her eyes close and her mouth slips over and around him, slow and careful.
the first few seconds are strange, almost disorienting — remembering not to breath through her mouth, something she'd never quite had to think about; the brush of her lips against her own hand as she rocks back and forth; the twitch of his muscle beneath her hand as it wraps around his leg, an anchor for him as much as it is for her. it takes all the self-control she has not to pull away, to ask if it's okay, to demand some kind of approval or feedback or something to tell her if she had the right idea at all. )
surprise.
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Date: 2018-10-28 06:56 pm (UTC)( it's said as rene just — walks right up into s.t.a.r. labs like he owns the damn place.
see, things have been kinda weird since the two of them got back from that city — that totally loco, messed up city that took them away from the people that needed them most and ... asked them to help them. helped them in return. he's got zoe back, all 'cause of them. somehow —
somehow he got caitlin, too.
back here on their earth, things ain't exactly easy. they don't talk about the city to anyone, mostly because they know how crazy they'd sound. they hardly acknowledge it to each other, mostly out of habit and with a desire to fall back into old routines and old lives, and even some new things, too, like walking zoe to school every morning and texting caitlin nite once he turns off the lights to their apartment at night. star city and central ain't close, and they've got more important things to worry about than silly flings and feelings probably only brought on by their circumstances.
that is, until he's laying in his bed, apartment empty and his daughter off camping with her friends for the weekend, and he can't help himself, he just ... buys a train ticket. sits there, feeling like a lunatic, as the train clacks against the metal and his hand scrubs over his face.
here at the lab, now, he feels even stupider, just looking at caitlin a little slack-jawed and wide-eyed, clearly not having thought of what he'd do once he got to this part of his spontaneous trip. )
I don't ... really know why I'm here.
( and that's not entirely the truth. )
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Date: 2018-10-29 04:08 am (UTC)(It's nothing important—just lab work she's doing as a side project for Julian, a favor from one meta expert to another.)
The sudden shock subsides, but her heart still beats quickly as she turns to face Rene. It feels like it's going to climb up her throat and out her mouth, and it makes a lump that's hard to swallow around and impossible to speak through. Though... that doesn't stop her from trying. The best she manages are a few mumbles and a cough, and she has to set aside her tools to cover her mouth.
The inhibitor cuffs still glow and blink blue around her wrists. ]
Well... for starters, proving our security still doesn't work.
[ It's meant to be a joke, but it's one that comes out a bit half-hearted and nervous.
Nervous? Nervous, why should she be nervous? She tries to think back to the last time they saw each other, and it's hard to place. Since coming back from that city, they'd both settled back into their lives. Their separate lives. Before, they had barely known each other. And after, well. It's hard to explain how they'd become so intimately familiar without explaining the city and what happened. Even with all the craziness in this world, that seemed like a line beyond belief.
She takes a step towards him. Hesitates. Not out of not wanting to get closer, but out of every reserved thought in her past rushing back. ]
I'm glad you're here.