This fic is NC17. No warnings. Just girls gettin it on.
rirenec, I hope you enjoy. If I am not rewarded by Kara/Kendra smuggler fic, I will be heartbroken.
Kara and Kendra's secrecy has everything to do with the frat regs, nothing to do with them giving a shit what people think.
The XO and the CAG are fucking. La-dee-da.
The first time was—the first time was hot and quick and tempestuous.
Kendra had confronted Kara in her office, bitching to her about something or other—about Kara needing to get her shit together unless she wanted to be sent straight to hack—and Kara responding, "Go fuck yourself."
Kendra walked over to Kara, yanked her up by the collar, and slammed her against the wall. Though several inches shorter and smaller in frame, she overpowered Kara easily. What she lacked in size she made up with in the tight precision of her movements.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are," said Kendra, "and I don't know why people continue to fuck with me when they know I absolutely do not take shit. My patience for bullshit is non-existent, my tolerance for insubordination, lacking."
Kara didn't hear the words, only saw the swell of the woman's dark pink lips, the movement of Kendra's neck when she swallowed. It seemed strange to Kara that a woman could be so perfectly built. She'd found herself staring at Kendra before, the woman's face beautifully-rendered and magnetic.
"Do we have an understanding then, Kara?" Kendra asked.
"Yes, Sir," Kara'd said, saluting, still pinned against the wall, enjoying the closeness, the intensity, the feeling of heat escalating between her legs.
Kendra released Kara and stepped back, breaths heavy with the effort of her reprimand. But for a brief moment when the XO's eyes flickered downwards, lingering a half-second over Kara's chest—Kendra kept her attention on Kara's face.
"Was there something else, Sir?" Kara asked. She cocked her head to the right at a slight angle—an invitation than a question.
The tension between them was a plesant sort of oppression. The tightness of Kara's duty blues. The tiny office. The air heavy with potential energy. The sight of Kendra—obviously gorgeous, but also strong, fearless, sharp. Even with the uniform on, Kara could see the curves of her body, the rise and fall of her breasts under her jacket, the outward bend of her hips, tapering to her thighs.
"Are we really going to do this?" Kendra asked.
Kara walked toward Kendra until they were only separated by half a foot. She licked her lips, reached her hand up to Kendra's face, stroked the woman's cheek. "You should know by now that I have no restraint."
Kendra reached up, grabbed Kara's hand, pulled it from her cheek, down her neck, to her chest. "Can I trust you to keep this between us?"
Kara unfastened the buttons of Kendra's uniform, her movements methodical and calculating, almost teasing. Underneath the jacket, Kendra wore a single tank top, thin and fraying. Reaching under the bottom hem, Kara slid her hands up Kendra's rib cage, reached under the XO's bra, rested her fingers on the soft, round flesh at the side of Kendra's breasts.
"What if I said no?" Kara asked. "That you couldn't trust me? Would you really want me to stop doing this?"
She took a step closer, leaned in for a kiss, loved the way Kendra's eyes closed in anticipation, the way she tilted her head up in welcome.
As soon as their lips touched, the low hum between them crescendoed immediately into a whirring cacophony of clashing heat, teeth, tongues. Kendra moaned into Kara's mouth and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in hard. Kara's arms grabbed Kendra roughly under her bra and short, clawing at the skin as she pressed their bodies together.
Kara used one hand to unbutton her trousers, push down the waist until they fell to her ankles. Next Kara did the same to Kendra, so they were both standing in the center of the CAG's office in dark gray briefs, slacks bunched down their legs.
It had been entirely too long since Kara had been with a woman, and the feel of Kendra's desperate hands on her back and neck, clutching Kara tightly and frantically, was ecstasy.
Kara reached a hand around and grabbed her ass hard, pulling her forward, reducing any space between their bodies to none. Their bare legs, already trembling, touched; their stomachs and breasts pressed together.
Kara stepped forward, pushing Kendra back until she crashed into the desk. She lifted Kendra up and sat her down onto the surface, spread the XO's legs widely. She grazed a hand down Kendra's belly to her briefs, teased a finger along the wet fabric before pressing her whole palm to her cunt, causing Kendra to jerk her hips forward and press into Kara's hand.
They were still kissing, a frenzy of chaotic tongues. Kendra reached behind Kara into her briefs, her palm on Kara's bare ass, pulled her in so they could feel each other's cunts. Kendra hooked her legs around Kara, and they rubbed themselves against each other.
Kara broke the kiss and dragged her tongue along Kendra's neck up to her ear, bit the skin hard. "You like this?" she asked. "Do you want me to fuck you?
"Yes," Kendra moaned, "gods, please. Now."
"What, Kendra? What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
Kara pushed Kendra to the center of the desk, splaying her legs further, causing papers and staplers and folders to fall to the floor. Leaning over Kendra, admiring the sight of her body sprawled before her, Kara hooked her finger into Kendra's panties and pulled them down.
"Hurry up," Kendra said, "now," reaching up to to grab Kara's collar and pulling her down on top of her. They kissed, forced their bodies together, and Kara ran her hand up Kendra's legs to her thigh, then to her wet cunt, sliding in two fingers roughly, then three. Kendra thrust her hips upward, fucking Kara's hand.
Kara slipped her free hand into her briefs, rubbed herself off while finger fucking Kendra. In minutes, Kendra's body started to jerk more quickly, and Kara increased her pace. She was close herself, the throbbing whirring between her legs increasing at the vision of Kendra's shaking body.
"Come for me," Kara said, fucking her hard, adding a fourth finger, stretching Kendra, her own release only seconds away. Kara felt the prickling heat in her body, rubbed her clit furiously.
Then Kendra was thrashing underneath her, moaning sweetly, her cunt clenching and pulsing over Kara's fingers as she came. Kara rubbed herself faster and harder until she was coming, too.
"Fuck," Kendra said.
"Mm," said Kara, using her hand to shove things off the desk, making a place for herself to sit.
She traced a finger along Kendra's belly, downward.
"Thank you. Gods I needed that," Kendra said.
"Thank you," said Kara, still high from coming. She knew then that this would not be the last time.