"Oh my God, Kara," she says, moving to Kara's lap. They had decided to eat on the sofa. "Happy birthday, my beautiful, sweet, soft, smart, strong, light and love of my life," she says tenderly, cupping Kara's face and brushing their lips together as she speaks. She kisses Kara's teeth when Kara smiles widely, causing them both to laugh. "I almost forgot; I’m sorry," Lena adds, kissing her again.
Kara hums happily into the kiss; it still feels like she’s kissing her for the first time.
"Thank you, love. But you didn’t forget, Lena. You rented the biggest venue, threw me an awesome party, brought my friends from other Earths, ordered a giant delicious cake in my favorite flavor, decorated with my favorite flowers, gave the DJ a playlist of all my favorite songs, danced with me all night, and even had fireworks spelling 'Happy Birthday, Kara.' Maybe I don’t remember all the details, but I’m sure we had fantastic sex when we got home. And that was only last night! You’ve been watching dumb cartoons with me all day today without complaining about how they’re lowering your IQ and didn’t lecture me when you saw I ordered two large pizzas and then ate the leftover cake." Lena listens attentively, smiling and chuckling.
"I know, but I've never forgotten to tell you happy birthday on your actual birthday before, and I wasn’t going to start today. I will keep telling you happy birthday every year for as long as you have me," she responds. Kara doesn’t miss the hint of sadness in Lena's eyes.
"Don't you mean 'til death do us part'? Our vows and bond are unbreakable, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers. I will make sure of that." Then she doubts herself. "I am making sure of that, right?" she asks, feeling a pang of concern that she might have been neglecting her wife somehow.
"Yes, Kara, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's just..." She shrugged with a huff. "You are..." she continued, this time gesturing at Kara and unintentionally sliding her shirt up slightly.
"I am what?" Kara was confused.
"Beautiful. You're beautiful. Forget it, darling. Can we go lay down on the bed, please? I'm tired of the sofa." Lena got up from Kara's lap and started walking to their bedroom.
Kara just watched her walk, furrowing her eyebrows. She wasn’t forgetting it.
"Lena," she circled the bed to lay next to her. "Please, tell me what you meant by that. What's going on?"
"It's stupid," the sadness lingered in Lena's eyes.
"It can't be stupid if it's making you feel bad. Why did you say that as if we're breaking up?" Kara could cry just at the thought of that ever happening.
Lena took a deep breath and turned to look Kara in the eyes.
"You haven't aged a day since the first time I saw you all those years ago. We could be sixty years old, and you would still look twenty-five. What's gonna happen when you start waking up next to a gray-haired, wrinkled lady? I mean, I already have these," she squinted her eyes and pointed to the sides of her eyes, "crow's feet, and this fat in my belly that just won't go away no matter how healthy I eat or how much I work out, while you have your amazing abs. Time is passing by so fast; soon I will have wrinkles everywhere. I guess the point I'm trying to make is maybe we didn't think this through."
It was starting to sound a lot like Lena was regretting their marriage.
"Think what through, Lena? All I could think about when we said 'I do' was how much I fucking love you. My first thought every morning when I wake up next to you is how I love you even more with each day that passes. Do I not make you feel loved? Am I failing as a wife? Please tell me because I don't understand why you would imply that I would ever leave you." Kara was hyperventilating now, mumbling what sounded like curses in Kryptonian. Lena had learned enough of the language.
"Shush, shush, come here," Lena said. Kara didn’t think twice before burying her face in her wife's neck, breathing in her natural scent.
"I love you. Do you still love me?" she didn’t know what she would do if Lena said no.
"I love you, Kara. You're the love of my life; I said it before. I felt it when I first met you that you were the one for me. But why am I the one for you?"
"Why are you doing this, Lena? I don't understand. We were okay, and it's my birthday. We should be making love, not questioning it."
Lena's chest ached. Kara was right. She was an idiot. She opened her mouth and let her insecurities ruin their day.
"I'm sorry," she hugged Kara with all her strength. "I saw you talking to Diana last night, and it hit me. It hit me that you should be with someone like her, someone who can live many lives with you. It hit me that I am aging, and one day you won't be attracted to me anymore, and it broke me." She sniffed, trying hard not to let her tears fall.
Piercing blue eyes emerged from their hiding place, locking straight onto her soul.
"Diana Prince is not Lena Luthor." A strong hand grasped Lena’s jaw, holding her face still before Kara kissed her hard.
Kara kissed her so intensely and for so long that, when they finally pulled apart, Lena was gasping for air, her lips swollen and wet. She bit her lower lip, watching the Kryptonian’s arm muscles flex as she pushed herself up to sit on her heels between Lena's legs. Instinctively, Lena's legs parted wider, and her wife began undressing her delicately, despite the intense lust burning in her eyes.
Lena remained silent, letting Kara undress her, feeling the heat intensifying in her lower belly. Once she was completely naked, Kara—still fully clothed—returned to her mouth, delivering more oxygen-depriving kisses. Their tongues danced together, and then Kara trapped Lena’s tongue between her lips, sucking on it. For a brief moment, Lena worried Kara might taste her lunch, knowing her wife always had fresh breath, even after eating a full head of garlic. But she quickly stopped overthinking when Kara’s long red tongue came out to lick her lips, followed by gentle bites. It was so erotic, and Lena was desperate for more. She adjusted her legs, trying to grind her needy pussy against Kara’s strong thigh, but Kara floated, levitating just an inch above, holding Lena’s hips down with enough force to leave bruises. The pressure turned her on even more.
Lena almost came when that unholy tongue licked from the base of her neck back up to her lips, stopping with a loud kiss. Her whole body was covered in goosebumps, her nipples erect, and her core hot and starting to drip.
"Kara," the name escaped from Lena's mouth in a breathy whisper.
"I've seen entire galaxies and auroras in space that would be jealous of the colors of your eyes. I've worked with some of the smartest people to ever exist and fought intelligent villains that were definitely a challenge, but none of them come even close to how brilliant you are. I've seen constellations up close, and none of those rocks we call stars can compare to the so-goddamn-kissable freckles on your neck. I've crossed worlds with camps full of flowers, and none of them smell as good as your skin; none of their petals are as soft as your breasts. I can fly above the clouds and still not feel as high as when I eat you out. I can hear seven billion people's voices at the same time, but only yours gets my full attention. I could go around watching people naked all the time with my X-ray vision if I were a creep, but I only do that with you because no one catches my gaze the way you do. I can eat my weight in candy and never taste something as sweet as your mouth."
Lena was pulling at the collar of Kara's pajamas, trying to lower her down. Her words, along with wandering hands touching every part of her body she mentioned, had her head spinning, but Kara didn’t budge. She kept talking.
"I've rescued tigers that would kill to have the stripes you have on those mouthwatering hips that I love bruising, marking them with my fingers as a signature that they belong to me. Kryptonite running through my blood is painful, but it's your nails not being able to scratch my back when I'm deep in you with the strap that pains me the most, because I wish you could mark me as well. We've been to the most expensive hotels with the best pillows, and we have some of the same pillows in this bed where I love making you scream in pleasure, but they can't compare to this belly you hate. This belly is my favorite pillow to cry on when I'm sad and my favorite bridge to cross to get to the patch of hair that glistens with slick when you're as turned on as you are right now."
"Please," Lena ached for Kara to press her body against hers again, but she kept talking.
"I've been under the yellow sun lamps a thousand times, but they're not as good at recharging me as your arms. I never feel stronger than when I'm in your embrace because I'm holding my whole world." Lena's eyes lit up even more at this statement. "I've been immobilized by an alien octopus, yet I didn't feel as trapped as I feel when your legs wrap around my head or my waist. I could stay subdued to you forever." Kara slowly turned Lena around, face down, grabbed her by the hair, and lowered her mouth to her ear. "Do you have the slightest idea of how sexy I find it when you're doing mundane stuff like removing your earrings, letting your hair loose from a tight bun, or putting on your reading glasses? Fuck, you look so sexy with glasses." Lena shivered, and Kara brushed her lips against Lena's back, making her shiver even more. "I once heard someone say that they loved the way the sun reflected in the dew-damp leaves, but I could only think about the sweat glistening on your back when you're riding me in reverse." Lena moaned, biting the pillow. "And these," she continued, grabbing Lena's ass cheeks, "I can touch lava and not feel a thing, but I get so hot when I palm and feel the cute little dimples decorating your butt." Lena smiled; she knew cellulite was normal, but the way Kara described it was so nice to hear. She thought every woman putting too much aesthetic concern into cellulite should hear it, but quickly brushed the thought away. These words were reserved for Lena only.
Lena moaned again when Kara parted her cheeks and licked from the entrance of her vagina to her anus.
"I'm a big fan of music, as you must know by now, but nothing compares to the sound of you moaning in total sexual ecstasy." Lena was trembling; Kara wasn't holding her anymore, but she was so turned on, she couldn't turn around. The only movement she could make was pressing her pelvis against the mattress, seeking self-pleasure. Kara continued down below to her calves and feet. "When I met you and I was just your friend crushing on you, I couldn't decide whether I liked you more in suits or skirts until I noticed your biteable calves and pretty, delicate, worthy-of-worshipping feet. My X-ray vision betrayed me, and I made up my mind that I like you the most in your birthday suit."
Lena was about to come from grinding against the mattress when Kara turned her around again to face up.
"I've been following orders from many people for a very long time, but it's your steps the only thing that would make me follow behind like a puppy. And this is only the way I'm physically attracted to you, Lena. I've taken lightning to my chest that could never compete with the way you make my heart feel when you say you love me."
"I love you," whispered Lena, finally feeling Kara pressing against her again.
Kara smiled and sneaked a hand between Lena's thighs, moving slowly, green eyes rolling back, mouth agape in breathy moans.
"So let the years come; we've fooled space and time more than once, and we'll fool human nature if that's what you want."
Cumming, Lena moaned, "Yes!"
"Happy birthday to me."
