Better Than Drugs
Better Than DrugsAuthor:
Tara Maclay/Kara Zor-LDisclaimer:
You know, I don’t know who owns Superman, or Power Girl. WB/DC/someone in that big mess of a company? And I’m not Joss Whedon or someone who might be able to legally make money off the Buffyverse. Not mine!Summary:
Tara’s girlfriend stops by UC Sunnydale for a visit.Dedications:
Jinni, for bugging me to write FFAs in the first place.Joe's Note:
Second in my 'series' of totally unrelated stories using the songs from Skillet's new album, Comatose. This is a bit of AU for Power Girl’s early years, mostly because she was introduced nine years before I was born and I don’t have the money or patience to track down copies of her origin issues.
'You’re better than drugs, your love is like wine.
Feel you coming on so fast,
Feel you coming to get me high.
You’re better than drugs, addicted for life.
Feel you coming on so fast,
Feel you coming on to get me high...'
Sitting on the edge of her dorm’s roof, Tara looked to her left at where her girlfriend was sitting beside her. "You know, when you told me you’d fly out and see me? This wasn’t what I was expecting."
Kara Zor-L, slowly becoming known to the world as Power Girl, giggled softly. "Well, you knew I could fly. Not to mention I can run fast enough to cause sonic booms. Why would I take an airplane or something to come out here?"
"Yeah, but when you used to fly me somewhere for a date?" Tara waved her hand up and down at Kara's body. "You weren’t wearing white spandex and a cape. It’s one thing to be dating an alien girl with superpowers. It’s something else when you’re dating an alien girl with superpowers that has her own fan club and other superpeople to hang out with."
Kara perked up. "I have a fan club? I didn’t know I had a fan club."
Rolling her eyes, Tara blushed a bit. "Yeah, I signed up for it as a joke. They’re trying to figure out how to get you to meet somewhere to do autograph signings or maybe even an entire Power Girl fan convention. I didn’t think they’d believe me if I told them I was dating you."
"I’ll have to remember that autograph idea." Kara wiggled a bit closer on the lip of the roof and peered down. "Maybe when it comes time for you to pay tuition for sophomore year." The two sat in silence for a moment, watching the students wander back and forth in front of Stevenson Hall. They were attracting a steadily-growing crowd of people who were watching while trying to make it look like they weren’t. "What’s really bothering you, Tara?"
Tara sighed and leaned her head on Kara’s shoulder. Her girlfriend had come a long, long way from the socially-maladjusted Kryptonian who’d landed in Kansas. Sometimes it amazed her at how well Kara could now read people, given how alien her worldview had been when she arrived. "It’s just… you’re famous now. You’re a big famous superheroine with superfriends and a fan club, and I’m just boring Tara in a little college in California. I’m just a little scared…"
"…that I’m going to leave you." Kara threw one leg over Tara’s hips and moved to straddle her girlfriend’s lap, causing an even louder burst of murmurs and a few camera flashes from down below. Oh joy. She was never going to hear the end of it from Kal-L if this made it into the papers. "But I’m not. I’m the same woman you’ve been dating for the last two years. Just… with an alter ego now."
Wrapping her arms around Kara’s waist, Tara’s eyes slowly slid down to the oval cut-out on the chest of Kara’s outfit and the large expanse of cleavage it revealed. The forum for the fan club’s website had entire threads dedicated to worship of the ‘peekaboob’ design. She rather liked it… although Kara didn't have to know that. "I dunno. I thought you had better fashion sense than this."
Kara laughed, leaning forward to kiss Tara softly on the lips. "Yes, because free access to my breasts is such a horrible thing for you to have to put up with."
"Definitely." Tara slowly slid her hands up Kara’s sides and then ran her fingertips over the tops of her girlfriend’s breasts. The blonde whimpered softly and leaned her head back. Feeling a bit more daring than usual, even with the milling audience down below, she slid her hands into the hole and cupped Kara’s breasts.
That produced a louder moan from Kara and her eyes flickered from blue to orange for a moment. Knowing that Kara was having problems with her heat vision, something she’d been programmed by her symbioship to master by the time she arrived on Earth, turned Tara on more than any of the noises the Kryptonian made. "Isn’t this… mmmmmm… a bit public?"
Tara peeked around Kara's body and down over the edge again at the growing crowd before shaking her head. "Last time we had sex in my room, you broke the bed, my desk, and cracked the door. The Housing people were really annoyed. I’d rather be an exhibitionist than explain to Grumpy Bob why I need my sixth bed this semester."
"Mmm, you’re so naughty some times." Kara leaned in to rest her forehead against Tara’s. "I don’t get why everyone thinks you’re so shy and innocent."
Capturing Kara’s lower lip between her teeth, Tara gave it a little tug. "Because they think I’m shy and innocent and so they don’t get to know me. You know better. Although I think it’s all your fault that I’m naughty. You corrupted me…"
Whatever Kara was going to say was cut off as Tara’s thumbs gently teased over her nipples. Abruptly moving her head to the right so her chin was on Tara’s shoulder, there was a soft whoosh and the following burst of heat that Tara associated with her girlfriend’s heat vision. Leaning in to bite the Kryptonian’s neck, she smirked as Kara gave a strangled yelp and the heat grew more intense. "Oh Rao, stop! I’m going to melt the roof!"
Tara tried to pull away but balanced on the edge of the roof, the only place to go was backwards. Clutching tighter at Kara, she tried to stabilize herself but only ended up pulling Kara with her as she fell back towards the red hot roof. "Crap!"
"On it!" Kara took a deep breath and then exhaled hard. Goosebumps spread over Tara’s flesh as a sudden burst of cold seemed to sap the heat straight out of her own body. It took a fraction of a second for her to realize what was going on: Kara had used her freeze breath to cool the roof so that she wouldn’t be burnt by it. Comforted, she allowed herself to fall back onto the roof… and let out a squeal as it gave way and she fell through into the dorm room below.
The ceiling fell away as she plummeted towards the floor, then Tara found the world spinning around until the floor was rushing up at her from behind Kara. She wanted to shout a warning, especially after seeing what the Kryptonian’s body had done after dropping a mere two feet onto her bed, but there was no time before they crashed through the unfortunate student’s bed, then the floor, and she suddenly found herself in her own room. For a moment, at any rate, before slamming through the floor and continuing down to the second floor room below hers.
Kara finally halted their fall, hovering a few inches above the floor as debris from the two rooms above rained down on them. When the dust settled, Tara hooked her legs around Kara’s hips and sat up a bit. Two girls were backed against the wall of the room, a redhead she recognized from the Wicca Group and a short blonde girl holding… a sword? She could feel the magic in the air as the redhead pulled power into herself, and the blonde slipped smoothly in front of the witch as she edged towards them.
"Uh, hi?" Tara offered. "T-t-there’s really a g-good explanation f-f-for this..?"