Tell Me What You Need, Oh, You Look So Free by Jazzfordshire is an alt-universe, without powers Supercorp fanfic about the erotic journey between the married parents of a little boy, Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor.
Kara and Lena have been married for a number of years. Their son Connor comes first, followed closely by both their high-stress and high profile jobs. Their marriage is tested when they realize that leaves no time to be together. This is the journey Kara and Lena take to reconnect and rekindle the passion they thought lost for good.
Pros And My Favourite Parts
I’ve been a fan of Jazzfordshire for years now. So much so that each new story this author posts on AO3 comes straight to my inbox because I subscribed to their page. This particular tale was completed last year and somehow it got lost in the shuffle. Perhaps it was due to the fact that I usually avoid all human Supergirl stories where she doesn’t have powers. I’m happy to say this was an exception to that preference.
What I loved about this fic was the way the characters actively seek to right the wrongs in their relationship, and to mend the things that have been forgotten or broken. They started together with a strongly intimate connection and tale explains how they get that back after being married a number of years and raising a child.
The best parts put self-love on display as much as the love between them. It’s about asking for what you want and providing support and reassurance when a request is made. Aging is beautiful, sexual connection of all types is glorious, and this fic explores those connections with hot, panting, glee. I’m not normally a fan of erotica but this fic DOES it. The story is beautiful, sensual, and full of sizzling chemistry. You may even learn a few things about various types of play you’ve always wanted to try but were afraid to admit it. There is no shame if you’re with the right person, as Kara and Lena prove over and over again in Jazzfordshire’s tale.
Cons And Heads Up
Absolutely NO cons.
Conclusion
Supercorp has been my OTP from the very beginning, having followed the fanfic since season 2 and the introduction of Katie McGrath as Lena Luthor. People that love the pairing of Kara Danvers, aka Supergirl, and Lena saw the chemistry between the characters right from the start. With the end of the show it remains an untold love story but in the world of fanfic, we can live it over and over in a million different ways.
This is one of many ways with an erotic twist. The narrative was brilliantly planned out. Jazzfordshire perfectly encompassed the emotion and mannerisms of the show’s characters so the story came across as believable and real. It was a well-written and emotional testament to how a couple can change over the years, for worse or for better.
You don’t need to watch the show to enjoy this fic. It is set in a world without a lot of back story, no superheroes or powers. It’s just a couple trying to grow together as they grow older. Simply beautiful.
Excerpt from Tell Me What You Need, Oh, You Look So Free by Jazzfordshire
Chapter 1
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The moving of the clock hands seems as loud as a cannon in the stifling silence of the classroom, and Lena drums her short, manicured fingernails on the arm of her plastic chair as her son’s teacher shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Lena knows her gaze is piercing, her trademark eyebrow quirked, and she has no intention of letting up.
Miss Smythe is young, certainly no older than herself, and quite pretty, if one is into the ‘hot and mean’ type. But she’s a bad teacher, and Lena has long been sick and tired of seeing her son come home dejected and sad because his classroom experience is making him feel worthless. The mutual dislike runs deep between them, thick as fog, and without Kara’s lighter tone to offset it, it’s worse than ever.
“Your partner seems to be running a little late,” Miss Smythe remarks, moving some papers around on her desk and refusing to meet Lena’s eyes.
“My wife,” Lena says quietly, and Miss Smythe startles.
“Excuse me?”
“Kara and I are married,” Lena says, louder this time, intentionally using her boardroom voice. “I see no reason to refer to her as anything less.”
She sees Miss Smythe glance at the sizeable diamond and white-gold wedding band on her left hand, and the woman’s lips purse in a telling way.
“My apologies,” she says, but her voice is anything but sincere. Conner has been quietly complaining all year that his 4th grade teacher ignores him, treats him differently, and it was fairly clear why from their very first meeting before Conner started middle school, when the woman’s first move wasn’t to shake their hands but instead to fiddle with the shiny gold crucifix around her neck.
This conference is technically to talk about the fact that Conner is getting a C in English, his favourite subject, but Lena fully intends to dive into the root of the problem when Kara gets here.
Thankfully, before Lena has to formulate a response to the lackluster apology, the door flies open and Kara enters, waving her hands in apology.
“I’m so sorry, I got held up with a lead and then someone in front of me blew a tire, I got here as soon as I could –“ she pulls out the chair next to Lena, but before she sits down, she leans in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
At the last second, she seems to change course, and instead she murmurs in Lena’s ear a sentence that makes her knees weak.
“I wonder if she knows I had you bent over her desk last week?”
Lena’s sharp intake of breath is audible only to them, but it feels like a sonic boom.
A few moments ago, she had been completely focused – the only thing she was thinking about was their son, and the way his 4th grade teacher seems determined to ignore the fact that he’s being bullied. She came in here ready to make heads roll.
But now, all she can think about is six days ago, when they had arrived early to pick him up from basketball practice and instead used that 15 minutes to sneak into this exact classroom and have a heated quickie.
Kara insisted that propping Lena’s leg up on the desk and fucking her until she had to bite her own wrist to keep quiet wasn’t a tiny act of revenge against the insufferable teacher sitting across from them right now, but Lena knows better.
Kara punctuates the whispered statement with an actual kiss, smiling in a completely innocent way that Lena knows is masking a deep satisfaction at stripping Lena’s composure.
“So, what did I miss?”
“Well, we were waiting for you. I called you both here today because Conner is getting dangerously close to a failing grade –“
Normally, this sentence would make Lena livid enough to light this entire building on fire. She’s read over Conner’s homework, and his teacher’s marking bias is pretty clear. He’s a smart kid. But right now, the conversation seems to fade into white noise, because Kara shifted just so and Lena’s eyes landed on something that sent her brain off the rails.
Kara is wearing one of her looser pairs of slacks, but she’s sitting in a way that stretches the fabric across her lap, and it’s clear as day from the angle Lena is sitting at.
There’s a bulge. Right there, along the length of Kara’s left thigh – the shape of a very distinctive toy.
Kara is packing.
Like magic, Lena’s heart is suddenly pounding in her chest. She can feel a flush taking over her neck, creeping up too obviously over her pale skin, and her body feels heavy with the desire to climb into Kara’s lap and grind – or, even more temptingly, to get on her knees right here in this room, pull the toy from Kara’s pants, and take it into her mouth.
With an enormous effort, she tunes back into the conversation – Kara is very politely asking exactly why their son’s grades are failing despite the fact that he’s been tested at a higher reading level than anyone else in his class – but her attention is taken away again only moments later, when Kara seems to notice Lena’s eye line.
With a tiny smile, she moves her legs apart slightly and leans back in her chair, and it works both to emphasize the solid length that’s now painfully obvious to Lena, and to make Kara look absolutely, deliciously in control. She still has a streak of something black on the thigh of her pants, presumably from when she stopped to help a stranger change their tire, and all it’s doing is drawing attention to the situation.
Lena is thankful that the position of the desk makes it so that Ms. Smythe can’t see anything below their waists, because she can’t stop herself from reaching an idle hand to slide over Kara’s thigh, inching closer and closer until she reaches –
Kara’s sharp intake of breath is practically surround sound, to Lena. The shaft is hard under her fingers, and she gives in to her impulses – she squeezes it gently, and then presses.
Kara’s breath is louder, this time. It’s almost a grunt – her hips twitch under Lena’s palm, and Ms. Smythe looks up from her notes.
“Are you all right, Mrs. Danvers?”
“Fine,” Kara replies, her voice only a little bit higher than usual. Her legs stay open, and Lena’s heart pounds in time with her clit, because there’s only one reason Kara would react like that to such a gentle pressure.
She’s wearing something else, too.
It’s something they purchased years ago, the tiny and perfectly-shaped insert that fits seamlessly behind the harness and against Kara’s clit. It was a throwaway idea that, after they tried it for the first time, became a definite favourite. It lets Kara feel the pressure of her own thrusts, to get her own orgasm out of fucking Lena or even just from the pressure of Lena’s hand or mouth pressing down on the front of the harness, and knowing that she’s wearing it now gives Lena a rush of adrenaline so strong it makes her head spin.
Kara doesn’t meet Lena’s eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of her lips is more than enough.
“I am concerned, though, about the fact that Conner has come home three times in the last month telling us that he’s being bullied, and his teacher is doing nothing.”
The strength in Kara’s voice is intoxicating. She always gets like this when their son is involved, but now, in combination with the firmness under her hand, it makes Lena’s legs ache to spread on instinct.
“We’re here to talk about Conner’s grades -“
“We’re here to talk about our son’s wellbeing at school,” Kara counters, and tingles scatter over Lena’s skin.
The rest of the meeting is excruciating.
She’s sure that Kara is doing it on purpose. She’s exuding confidence from every pore, her usual sunny disposition evaporating in the face of this teacher’s attitude. She’s unrelenting, and fierce, and at the end of the meeting when she not-so-gently suggests reporting Miss Smythe to the Superintendent of the school district, Lena shifts her legs and feels her inner thighs glide together with a telling slickness.
If Kara notices Lena’s uncharacteristic quietness, she doesn’t comment – but when Lena goes to move her hand away from the bulge in Kara’s lap, Kara grabs her hand and presses it harder.
When they leave the school building and head towards the parking lot, Kara is her sunny self again. She grabs Lena’s hand and swings their joined arms, grinning that smile that still makes Lena’s heart flutter. She’s sweet and happy, opening the door to their SUV for Lena with a dramatic, funny sweep.
But, Lena doesn’t want sweet and happy. Right now, she wants – no, she needs – the Kara that was just let loose in that classroom.
Kara invited it, wearing a strap under her clothes specifically to get Lena riled up, and Lena will have her craving satisfied.
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Bits And Bobs
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Length: 56,335
Author: Jazzfordshire
Rating: E
Photo: Photo credit to Mike Ownby
Rating Guide: G= General, T = Teen and up, M=Mature, E = explicit
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Nights of Silk and Sapphire by Amber Jacobs (because of the amount of different types of sex play at work here. You may think of others that I haven’t read.)
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