nevervalentines:

#13, supercorp 

“following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck“

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Lena gave her the key weeks ago. She’d folded it into Kara’s hand casually, like it didn’t mean anything at all.

“Just in case you get home before I do,” she’d said, blasé. She turned away then, so Kara couldn’t see her face, but she caught the pinking of Lena’s ears anyway. “It’s not a big deal.”

Kara let her lie. Sometimes the best way to put Lena at ease is to let her believe she’s fooling anyone.

(She’d caught Lena up in a kiss regardless, cupping at her jaw, reverent. Cradled the key gentle in her palm, careful not to crush the metal in her hand as Lena tangled both hands in the hem of her shirt.)

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