Right here, right now!

“Th-thank you…”

If it wasn’t for your super hearing, you wouldn’t have heard her say it at all. High enough now to be out of sight of the public, and with your outer aura staving off the cold, you slow your flight and look down at her. Whatever words you were about to say vanish from your mind as Supergirl untucks from your neck and kisses you.

It feels sweet and innocent, even as she presses against your lips with a trembling passion and full of the warmth of the sun. Before she can pull away you begin to kiss back, tightening your hold on her. Kisses flutter between the two of you as you drift amongst the clouds. You haven’t had a chance to come down from the fight, and the adrenaline hammering through your veins is only supercharging your arousal and desire. Your fingers spread and contract, feeling all they can in their current hold. You want to feel more, to kiss her deeper, rip off those modesty shorts and anything else in the way of making Supergirl your girl.

You make the move for a little more, holding her in the kiss and opening your mouth to trail your tongue across her lips. She gasps and pulls back, her eyes open in sparkling blue, but her mouth doesn’t close as she leans back in, a soft murmur reverberating through her throat as she lets you raid her mouth, turning the kisses hot and passionate. You gently release her legs, feeling her own flight kick in as she drifts up right without releasing your neck or lips. Once corrected, you pull her tight against you, one hand roaming up and down her back under her cape, while the other makes its way under her skirt, grabbing a fistful of her pert ass, kneading the soft flesh through her shorts.

She makes an adorable squeak as you do, pulling out of the kiss though making no attempt to get out of your arms, let alone letting go of you or getting your hand off her ass. But her eyes her watery, uncertain, scared. As flushed with arousal as she is, you don’t want to **** anything here.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning in slowly, giving her time to pull away or tell you to stop before you kiss her neck, making her moan and shiver, her hips rolling her ass into your palm. “If you want to stop, we can stop. You want to talk, we can talk. Or… we can keep going. You just tell me what you want.”

Supergirl looks up at you with those shining blue eyes, tears brimming at the edges as her lip trembled.

“Help me.” She pleads, and you understand what she means.