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Lena's driver pulled over in front of the restaurant and tapped the partition, waiting until his boss replied.
“Yes, Sebastian?”
“We're here, Ms. Luthor.”
“Give me a few minutes.”
“As you wish, Ms. Luthor.” the man replied courteously, before stepping out of the car and waiting by the door. He stood with his back to the car. For obvious reasons.
Meanwhile in the car.....
Kara pushed up the material of Lena's dress as her lips sought after Lena's pulse point, biting down on that spot Lena always shivered with pleasure from. The stunning CEO sat straddling Kara's lap, digging her fingers in blonde hair, pushing the head closer to the hollow of her neck.
“Baby, we have to...” Lena hissed when Kara's fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, pressing roughly and pulling her harder onto Kara's lap. “We have to...” she searched her brain for the words, for what it was they had to do but all rational thoughts flew out the window as soon as Kara began playing with her earlobe, her teeth latching on and a breathless chuckle tickling her ear.
“What's wrong, Ms. Luthor? You're normally much more articulate than that.” Kara whispered.
“Kara, we're already so late. I hate being late to things.”
“Well, you're the one on my lap.”
“I should get off,” Lena finally rationalized, her mind slowly seeing clearly, “We can continue this once we get home.”
Kara groaned, “That's hours away.”
Lena's eyes closed from the pleasure when Kara bit down on her neck, she dug her nails in blonde hair, pulling Kara’s head back so she could find that talented mouth once more. She kissed her feverishly, breaking the one rule she gave Kara when they had started this in the back of her car.
Kara chuckled into the kiss, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to kiss you so I don’t smudge your lipstick.”
“You’re not.” Lena hurried to say before kissing her again.
“Just admit you can’t resist me,” Kara gave her one of her signature shtit-eating grins that Lena happily removed with her own lips, kissing her deeply. But Kara’s grin never faltered as she continued to speak, “See? You’re whipped.”
“I married you, you idiot. Of course, I’m whipped!” Lena exclaimed, her frustration for having to continue this conversation and not carry on their kissing was reaching a higher level.
“Oh, you’ve been whipped much longer than that, babe.”
Lena backed away slightly, rolling her eyes in the process, “Oh, please! Like you’ve been perfectly fine and in control around me!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you! Ms. I-flew-here-on-a-bus!”
“That had more to do with me accidentally saying I flew there than you being... Well, your beautiful gorgeous sexy-CEO looking self.”
Lena arched an eyebrow, smirking knowingly, “My beautiful gorgeous sexy-CEO self?”
“Well, yeah, you know,” she shrugged as though it was obvious, “The whole tight skirts and blazers and those almost see through shirts that you wear. It's a thing. And don't even get me started on that eyebrow of yours.” Kara rolled her eyes.
“My eyebrow?” Lena was now barely able to control her amusement.
Kara nodded seriously, “Oh, yeah. That thing is deadly.”
“And you're sure you're not... Whipped?” Lena asked, her smirk growing more and more knowing.
“Me? Oh, I'm a lost cause. There's no hope for me. I was whipped way before the I-flew-here-on-a-bus incident.”
Lena giggled, “Kara, that was only our second meeting.”
“I know. But I'm gonna get on the cheesy train here and say something that you're gonna roll your eyes at, ok?”
Lena tried to press her lips tightly to hide her smile, “I feel as though I already know where this is going.”
“Lena Luthor, I was whipped from the moment I walked into your office and saw you for the first time.” Kara declared dramatically.
Lena couldn't for the life of her roll her eyes. Usually she did when Kara made those sappy comments that one only ever hears in clichéd romcom movies. But she couldn't for the life of her roll her eyes now. All she could do was fall helplessly more in love with Kara Danvers.
She bent her head down, capturing Kara's lips with her own gently. Gone was the rushed and feverish makeout they were previously having and what was left now was a soft loving kiss between them. Lena broke the kiss just as gently as she had initiated it, leaning her forehead onto her wife's.
“I love you.” she whispered helplessly.
Kara smiled, “I love you too, Mrs. Danvers.”
To that, Lena finally did roll her eyes, pushing off of Kara's lap, “I'm still not taking your last name.”
“No?” Kara pouted, her devilish smile hidden behind that pout, “How about Danvers-Luthor?” she tried, fixing her shirt and smoothing the wrinkles as Lena did the same with her dress, “Fine, I'll settle for Luthor-Danvers, even though it's obvious you're supposed to go alphabetical order and my last name should obviously be before yours, but fine. I'll settle for Luthor-Danvers.”
Lena finished fixing her hair, “We are not discussing this now when we're already so late to dinner.”
Kara sighed, shaking her head with a smile on her lips.
Lena turned to her, “How do I look?”
Kara grinned, “Like the prettiest most gorgeous most...”
“Kara!”
“What?” she shrugged innocently, “You asked!”
“I meant, how do I look as in does it look like we're late because we've been making out?”
“If by that you mean do you look like the prettiest most-”
“I can’t believe I fucking married you.” Lena exclaimed, shaking her head incredulously before opening her door and exiting the car.
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They walked in the restaurant hand in hand, looking at where Alex and Sam might be seated. They found them at a window table and rushed towards them.
“We apologize for being late. Like I said on the phone, the weekend traffic caught up with us, it seems.”
Lena looked down at the table with various empty plates and leftover food. Two bottles of wine - expensive wine she noticed - were left on the table, each half finished. Alex herself was just wiping at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, finishing off the last bite of her steak.
Lena nudged Kara from beside her, and Kara hurriedly cleared her throat, “Umm yes, traffic. So many cars everywhere.”
Lena internally groaned at her wife's incapability to lie. She was about to comment something, add more information to further verify their story, when she noticed both Alex and Sam get up from their chairs.
“Oh, that's alright, Luthor.” Alex replied, her smile deadly, “Dinner was great.” she said as she held up Sam's coat so she could slip her arms through it, “Thanks for offering to pay, Luthor.”
Lena's eyes widened, looking at the amount of plates on the table and the two bottles of wine - very expensive wine.
The agent stepped closer, “Oh, and next time when I call you and you're stuck in traffic ,” Alex gave her a dangerous stare, with Sam beside her barely holding on to her giggles, “make sure you actually end the call before going back to making out with my younger sister.” she winked before walking away with Sam, who gave her a guilty sorry look.
Lena felt her cheeks heat up at the notion of Alex having heard them in the car. She was sure she tapped the red ‘end call’ button just before Kara...
Fuck.
Kara leaned sideways to her ear, her eyes not leaving the retreating forms of her sister and her girlfriend, “I don't think they believed our traffic story.” she whispered discreetly.
Lena sighed, her exasperation - as well as her sexual frustration - boiling inside of her. She opened her clutch, grabbed a few hundred dollar bills before looking up once more at the wine bottles, noticing the year on one of them.
1982 Château Léoville-Poyferré.
She had to at least admit, they had great taste in wine. She sighed as she grabbed another few hundred dollar bills, putting in some more just in case before leaving them held underneath one of the plates.
“We're going home.” she declared, already walking away.
Kara's eyes widened, “What? We're not gonna eat?!!”
Lena turned around to face her wife, “Would you rather be here eating food or unzipping that dress of mine the way you wanted to earlier.” she whispered seductively.
Kara's mouth opened and closed, her eyes still looking like a deer caught in headlights. She turned her head to the table, a small whimper escaping her lips, before turning back to Lena and looking down at the dress, only to look back at the leftover food on the table.
“Are you really having a hard time choosing between me and food, Kara??!!”