Supergirl leaves with Harley

While Supergirl was no blushing virgin, she hadn't really been with that many, and none of her three forays into french kissing had ever gotten anywhere near as hot as this.
The one in College had ended with her breaking the guys nose, James had just been the once under the influence of red kryptonite and while she'd made out with Mon-El many times, he tended to want to rush on to, as he called it, bigger and better things 'Oh my Rao! I feel like I'm burning up, and how can a tongue in my mouth feel this good, it's not like I wasn't born with one in there, then again, I wasn't born with hands on my butt, and they feel pretty darn good too, I should touch her ass too. Rao, that's one nice ass, I mean butt, ahh, who cares, I'm groping a woman's ass at a bar and I don't even know her name...' her thoughts get less coherent as the make out session keeps going, and as Harley's hands gets bolder.

Supergirl lets out a groan of disappointment as Harley pulls back "Hey supes, how the hell do you walk around in that suit anyway, it's on so tight that I can't get my hand under it, and I really want my hand on your skin"

"Um" Supergirl's pupils are so blown that her irises are more black than blue, the lost look on face making looking even more dazed than she was "I can show you, just, not right here" She looks around, surprised that no one seems to be looking at them besides a bored looking bartender.

"Hell yeah, lets blow this joint" Harley grabs Supergirl's arm and starts pulling, almost falling over as it takes Supergirl a moment to realize she should follow along and not just be an immovable object.

As they exit the club, the activity in the control room seems to calm down:

Blaze shakes her head, looking a bit annoyed "Pity they left, I'd have loved to lend them one of my private rooms here, with a bottle of XXX and a chest full of toys, I'm sure it'd been a video for the ages"

As they exit the club, Harley heads straight for the parking area across the road "I got my bike over here, you don't mind do you, I know some people are nervous getting a ride on one?".

Harley puts on a bubble-gum pink helmet, and hands Supergirl the neon green spare "Um, no, my sister has a bike, so I'm used to being a passenger on one, and I don't scare easily, but maybe I-umf" any objections Supergirl had to taking a ride on a motorbike with a stranger, in her super-suit vanished from her head as Harley pulls her into another heated kiss, this time plunging both her hands into Supergirl's hair and kissing her with a fierceness that would've bruised a human.
"Ok" is all she says as she puts on the spare helmet as she watches Harley climb on the bike, then quickly following suit 'This smells weird, nice, but weird, kind like holding onto... um, I guess I should just call her Harley until I remember to ask her her name... holding onto Harley here, she seems really fit for a human, is that speciesist? Rao, this bike is a lot less smooth than Alex's bike, so noisy and, um, vibrating... ooh' Supergirl grabs tighter hold of Harley and closes her eyes, just enjoying existing for the rest of the ride.

Some time later they arrive at a fenced in house at the edge of what once was the affluent part of town, but has fallen into decrepitude over the last few decades. While the gate seems to have fallen of, the garden looks surprisingly vital and completely and utterly wild and the house itself, though it's bordering on a mansion, seems to have last seen a coat of paint towards the end of the last century.
"Home away from home." Harley parks the bike near the entrance to the dark house "Don't worry about the outside, it's the inside that counts you know, and inside it's homey, warm, and it's got the biggest and softest bed I've ever slept on."
She grabs Supergirl and gives her another kiss, this time caressing the diamond S of her suit, and what even through the solid material, seems to be nipples of steel. "Come on supes, lets get in and get of"

'Rao, I don't think I've ever been this turned on, hell, my seat felt sticky when I jumped of the bike. I'm not sure how I'd have managed to stay sane if that trip had been any longer. Dang, this looks more like a haunted house than a home, does she really need all this space alone, and how can she afford it, and oh, do I care about that, we're entering the bedroom and that really is a huge bed' Once again, Supergirl finds her thoughts trickling out to nothing and drowning in just the feeling of Harley pressed against her, their hands roaming each others bodies and clothes, trying to make it more of the former and remove the latter.