Tumblr Prompt - Hey, everyone always writes that Kara says she'll replace Lena's underwear when she tears them off during intimate moments but where is the ficlet in which she actually replaces all the underwear. Or established SuperCorp where Kara has a standing order set up to replace Lena's drawers.

"Alright, that's it!"

Lena growls, head bent over the dresser drawer.

"What's it?" Kara questions around her toothbrush.

"No more ripping of the underwear, I'm down to three pairs, and I used to have a whole drawer full!"

"Ripping of the underwear?" Kara turns back to the ensuite to rinse out the toothpaste. "What are you talking about?"

"You! You always rip my underwear whenever you get extra horny, and you always promise that you'll replace them, but obviously you never do!"

"What?! I don't rip them that much!"

"Kara! Look at this!"

Kara peeks her head back around the door to see Lena standing in her bra and panties - with a pair of panties in each hand.

"I literally have two pairs left, plus the one I'm wearing! At this rate, I'll have to go commando soon!"

Kara reaches for the underwear, tossing it on the bed before pulling Lena into her arms.

"I wouldn't have a problem with that."

Lena's only response is a glare that would have left anyone else quaking in fear.

"Okay, okay, no more underwear ripping." Kara pulls her closer but stops when Lena pushes at her shoulders.

"I'm serious, Kara."

"I promise."

Lena raises an eyebrow.

"I do!" Kara laughs before pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. "I have excellent self control."

Kara manages to keep her promise for two whole days.

Because she wasn't lying, she does have excellent self control.

She manages not to break things on a regular basis, despite the fact that everything on earth is so darn breakable.

She can fly without break the sound barrier.

She can land without breaking the asphalt.

She can drink coffee without shattering the ceramic coffee mug.

She can punch bad guys without sending her fist all the way through them.

She does have one weakness though.

Lena Kieran Luthor-Danvers.

It's not her fault, really.

Her wife is the sexiest thing on twelve planets, and sometimes she gets a little distracted. Besides, she knows that her super strength is a super turn on. She can't be blamed for wanting to show off.

She's kissing her way past Lena's belly button, enjoying the way her wife is shivering beneath her, the way fingers are twisting tightly in her hair.

She brings her hands down to Lena's hips, tugging lightly at the material there before her muscles tense to rip of the last article of clothing standing between her and her goal.

"Stop."

It comes out as croak, but it still brings Kara to a screeching halt.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no." Lena assures her breathlessly. "I'm fine, just . . . don't rip the panties."

"What?" Kara's eyes drift down to the black lace.

"Remember? You promised, no ripping."

"Oh, you were serious about that?" She tries not to sound disappointed.

"Yes, I haven't had time to shop for more yet. This is my only free hour today, and I could be shopping but instead I'm doing . . . you know - you."

Lena winks, and Kara grins.

"Right, right, no ripping."

She does, however, use her super speed to shimmy the underwear down Lena's legs before holding them up (intact), triumphantly.

"Better?"

Lena's already tugging her back down for another kiss.

"Much."

"Mrs. Luthor-Danvers?"

Lena looks up from her desk to see Jess standing tentatively in the doorway.

"Yes, Jess?"

"You have a delivery."

Her heart rate immediately speeds up; in her family, deliveries don't often mean good things.

"Kara said everything checked out on it." Jess promises, and if Lena didn't know better, she'd think her assistant is trying not to laugh.

"Oh, well alright, send it up then."

"Of course." Jess steps aside, pulling the door open and calling out - "Alright, bring them in!"

Lena proceeds to watch in shock as interns begin carrying boxes and bags into her office until every surface is littered with them.

"Thanks, everyone." Jess says as they all file back out, leaving alone with the packages.

"What the -" she breathes, looking out over the mayhem. This has her wife's name written all over it, although she can't quite think of what the end game might be. Tentatively, she reaches for the first box, prying it open.

Inside sits several pairs of underwear from her favorite boutique in Paris, a handwritten note sitting on top.

"So you don't have to go commando."

It's Kara's handwriting, and Lena barks a laugh.

She knew her wife had something to do with this. But surely not all of these packages are panties?

She moves to the next one and then the next until she's opened them all and she finds herself surrounded by panties (and a few bras), from her favorite shops around the world.

There's a light thumping on the balcony and she waves Kara in without even turning around. Within and instant, warm arms are wrapping around her waist.

"Does this mean I can rip them again?" hot breath tickles her ear and she shivers before pulling Kara's arms tighter.

"I think I have enough to last a little while at least. At the rate you go through them."

"Oh don't worry, I set up a monthly delivery so you never have to worry about running out again."

She turns to face her wife, fiddling with the clasps on Kara's cape.

"Don't you think that's a little excessive?"

Kara shakes her head.

"I don't think you realize how much I enjoy ripping your clothes off of you."

"Oh really? Well why don't you show me then?"

Lena's forever grateful that Jess has the presence of mind to delay her meetings. Because she's a little too preoccupied to make the call.

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