Something about her predator’s gaze makes Kara freeze, but with anticipation, her heart leaping. Lena’s scent has intensified, like heat off of a hot coal, burnt cinnamon and apple. Kara knows what she’s done. It was a challenge of sorts, and the reward has her panting, taking in lungfuls of Lena’s reply. She’s testing the limits, unconsciously following the omega instinct to nip at Lena to get her attention, to be bratty, but she can’t help it. She thinks to pull Lena’s hair again, gets as far as flexing her hand to do so before Lena growls suddenly.
Unlike the fish in the water, it’s a wholly different command, a sexual one, and it has Kara instantly dropping to her knees in the sand, hands on either side of Lena’s waist as she turns her neck to the side in submission.
It’s so fast, Kara’s brain hasn’t fully caught up with the action yet. All she knows is that Lena, horrified, jumps up from the log. Kara turns her head back to Lena at the movement, a pang striking through her so soundly, it rings like a bell.
“Where—?” she starts, but Lena’s already backing away.
“I’m so sorry,” she hisses quickly before disappearing into the night.
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*casually sidles up to you* “You know, not to brag, but uh I’m pretty talented myself.” *coolly pulls on the collar of my leather jacket like the badass that I am* “I can fit your Tupperware full of leftovers into an already crowded fridge, babygirl.”
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