MADC Chapter 11 A Competitive Dual (Patreon)

Evening, Kara’s Apartment, Metropolis

For several painfully long seconds, nobody moved. The TV continued playing in the background, forgotten entirely, its shifting light flashing across the walls of Kara’s living room while some actor shouted dramatically about an explosion nobody in the apartment was paying attention to anymore. The lights were low. Outside the broad windows, Metropolis glittered beneath the evening sky, thousands of windows burning like distant stars.

And directly in the middle of it all, Kara simply stared at Zack and Galatea. Her blue eyes were impossibly wide, her mouth opening, but nothing came out.

Zack was the first to snap out of the shock, as panic seizing him instantly. "K-Kara!" He stammered, scrambling so quickly he nearly tangled himself in the throw blanket on the couch. He fumbled desperately to restore some semblance of dignity, clutching his discarded shirt while trying to figure out what possible explanation could make the situation look less incriminating.

Galatea, meanwhile, remained sprawled comfortably across the cushions. The platinum-blonde Kryptonian made only the bare minimum effort to acknowledge the interruption, her pale blue eyes narrowing slightly as she looked toward Kara. Her face carried the unmistakable annoyance of someone whose evening had been going perfectly well until someone else decided to show up.

Kara's eyebrow twitched, her face rapidly changing color. She had known something like this might happen eventually; Galatea wasn't exactly subtle. From practically the moment the clone decided Zack mattered to her, she had hugged him whenever she pleased, dragged him against her for attention, rested against him during movies, and teased him endlessly without a shred of embarrassment.

Kara had seen all of it. She had even become accustomed to it.

But this? This was Galatea moving forward without her. The realization produced a sharp, unpleasant twist in Kara's stomach. She had thought the three of them were figuring this out together. And while Kara was off doing her duty as Supergirl and saving a multi-million dollar satellite, Galatea had decided to skip several steps ahead.

"Are you kidding me?" Kara finally demanded, her voice tight.

Zack immediately lifted both hands. "No! No kidding! Definitely not kidding, actually. This is a very serious situation and I think everybody should just... remain calm."

Neither woman looked at him.

Zack slowly lowered his hands with a sigh. "Okay. Great. Nobody's listening to me."

Kara marched farther into the room, her red cape swaying sharply behind her with every step. "You can't just do this, Tea!"

Galatea tilted her head, perfectly relaxed. "Do what?"

Kara stared at her incredulously.

Galatea's expression remained neutral for another second before the corner of her mouth curved into a lazy, provoking smirk. Kara hated that smirk, specifically because Galatea only wore it when she knew exactly what Kara meant and intended to make her say it out loud anyway.

"You know exactly what!" Kara snapped.

"Apparently I don't."

"Yes, you do!" Kara made a frustrated noise, pointing a finger toward Zack. "You can't just go further with him while I'm gone!"

That finally wiped the amusement from Galatea's face. Her brows rose slightly. "Why not?"

Kara froze. "Because—" She stopped. Her thoughts stumbled over one another in a chaotic rush.

Because why? Because it wasn't fair? Because Kara had wanted to be there? Because she was jealous? Because some naive part of her had imagined that whatever happened between the three of them would follow a perfectly balanced, polite schedule where nobody felt left behind?

None of those reasons sounded particularly heroic, but every single one of them felt true.

Kara crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Because we're supposed to be figuring this out together."

Galatea stared at her for a long moment, then let out a sharp laugh. "Oh, come on."

Kara's eyes narrowed into slits. "What?"

"You're being ridiculous."

"I am not being ridiculous!"

"You absolutely are." Galatea finally rose from the couch, uncoiling her tall frame and deciding that if they were going to argue, she might as well give Kara her full, undivided attention. She stood without a trace of Zack's mortification, utterly unbothered by the fact that her bra was discarded on the floor, and her bare chest was exposed in the dim light.

That alone made Kara's face burn twice as hot.

Galatea folded her arms below her bust. "Nobody established any rules, Princess."

Kara blinked. "What?"

"No rules," Galatea repeated smoothly. "Nobody said I couldn't kiss him. Nobody said I couldn't fool around with him. Nobody said we needed your permission before doing anything."

Zack leaned forward from the cushions, tentatively raising a finger. "Okay, maybe we should actually establish some rules now, because—"

"And," Galatea continued, completely cutting him off, "Zack never told me to stop."

Zack paused, his mouth slowly snapping shut.

Kara's gaze whipped toward him like a lightning strike. Zack instantly regretted existing. Looking between Galatea's smug expression and Kara's deeply wounded eyes, every primitive survival instinct he possessed shouted that any answer he gave would be the wrong one.

"I..." He swallowed hard. "Well..."

Kara's expression tightened, her hurt deepening.

"Hold on!" Zack blurted out, raising both hands defensively. "Before either of you interpret anything from my face, I would like it officially put on the record that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing!"

Galatea snorted. "Obviously."

"Thank you, Tea. Very helpful."

Kara turned back to her clone, her voice dropping into a quieter, pained register. "You knew I liked him."

Galatea's sharp expression softened for perhaps half a heartbeat, a flicker of genuine guilt crossing her features. But then her competitive streak surged right back to the surface. "And you knew I liked him."

"That isn't the point!" Kara clenched her jaw, frustrated by how impossible it was to win an argument with Galatea when her own emotions were such a tangled mess.

Galatea took a step forward. "You were gone in space, Kara. I was here, and I was free to do as I pleased."

Zack finally pushed himself upright off the couch, deciding that allowing this argument to continue unchecked was going to result in structural damage to the apartment. "Okay, girls, that’s enough."

Neither of them even blinked, far too busy glaring holes through one another.

Zack's brow furrowed. "Can both of you stop fighting and talking about me like I'm not standing five feet away?"

Galatea ignored him entirely, her blue eyes locked onto Kara. "You know what I think? I think you're mad because I did something you were too scared to do."

Kara stiffened, her spine going rigid. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You heard me." Galatea took another deliberate step closer. "You've been dancing around him since the day he showed up in your life." Galatea held up a hand, counting off on her fingers. "You held his hand for hours because you wanted to 'investigate the bond.' You practically tackled him in the park. You cuddle him in bed. You stare at him whenever you think he isn't looking, and you get visible attitude whenever I touch him."

Zack slowly turned his head to look at Kara. Kara’s eyes darted nervously toward his, their gazes locking for a fraction of a second before she flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.

Galatea pressed her advantage mercilessly. "And every single time something actually starts happening between you two, you panic."

"I do not panic!"

"You literally flew to the Arctic because you got embarrassed!"

"That was completely different!"

Zack scratched his cheek thoughtfully. "I mean... she kind of has a point about that one, Kara."

Kara whipped around to glare at him. "Zack!"

"Sorry!"

Galatea gave a triumphant little nod. "See?"

Kara looked between the two of them, raw betrayal written across her face. "You are both terrible."

"I apologized!" Zack pleaded, holding his hands up.

Galatea's smirk sharpened to a dangerous edge. "Face it, Princess. You're mad because I was bolder than you."

Kara glared at her. There it was again, that condescending nickname Galatea used whenever she wanted to twist the knife.

Galatea leaned in closer, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief now that she had found the exact nerve to press. "In fact..."

Kara immediately knew she was going to hate whatever came out of her clone's mouth next.

"...I bet if you ever actually got Zack alone, you wouldn't even know what to do with him."

Kara's hands curled into tight fists at her sides. "I would too!"

"Sure you would."

"I would!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Kara closed the distance until the two Kryptonians were nearly nose-to-nose, the air between them practically buzzing with heat. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Galatea looked her up and down, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "I just don't think Miss Girl Scout has it in her."

Kara's embarrassment instantly mutated into raw, offended determination. "Girl Scout?!"

"If the cape fits."

"You think I'm scared?"

"I think you're adorable when you're trying to act tough."

Kara's cheeks burned. Deep down, she was painfully aware that Galatea was baiting her, every rational thought in her head told her to step back and walk away. Usually, she had the discipline to ignore it. But the past ten minutes had relentlessly chipped away at her control, stoking the quiet, lingering fear that Galatea really was more confident, more attractive, and better for Zack than she was.

And worst of all was the tiny, infuriating voice in the back of her mind asking if Galatea might actually be right. Would she hesitate? Would she overthink everything and ruin the moment?

Galatea caught that brief flicker of insecurity across Kara's face, her smirk turning utterly victorious. "Knew it."

Kara snapped. "I can prove it!"

Zack's head jerked toward her in shock. "Wait, prove what?"

Galatea's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. "Oh?"

Kara turned toward Zack with absolute, unyielding focus. Instinctively, Zack took a cautious step backward. "Kara?"

She kept advancing.

"Kara, you're looking at me really intensely right now..." He took another step back, but his legs hit the edge of the sofa and there was nowhere left to go.

Galatea stepped aside, watching with open, delighted amusement. "Don't back down now, Girl Scout."

Kara shot her clone one final, furious glare. Then, propelled by a potent cocktail of jealousy, embarrassment, petty competition, and feelings she would undoubtedly die of mortification over tomorrow morning, Supergirl made perhaps the second most calculated decision of her life.

She grabbed Zack by the shoulders and shoved him backward onto the cushions.

"Whoa!" Zack yelped, his eyes widening as he hit the couch.

Before he could recover, Kara climbed over him, straddling his lap with one knee settled on either side of his hips. Her bright red cape pooled around them like a curtain over the dark fabric of the sofa. Her blonde hair fell around her face, slightly disheveled from the speed of her movement, framing a expression that was blazing crimson yet fiercely resolute.

For one brief second, Kara hesitated, her breathing shallow. But as she looked down into Zack's startled eyes, her gaze softened and she leaned down, pressing her lips firmly against his.

The kiss started clumsily, carrying far more nervous, frantic energy than the bold movement that had thrown him onto the couch. Zack stiffened beneath her, his hands hovering uncertainly near her waist, caught in a mental crossfire over whether touching her would encourage her or make the situation explode entirely.

Then Kara kissed him a second time.

This time, it was slower, deeper, and far more deliberate. Her eyes fluttered closed. The noise of the city, the flickering TV, and the petty argument faded away, replaced by the simple, overwhelming realization of how good it felt to touch him.

Zack's overwhelmed mind finally gave up trying to process the chaos and surrendered to the moment. His hands settled gently against her waist, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss.

Kara inhaled sharply against his mouth, a tiny shudder running through her. Her fingers tangled into his shirt, anchoring herself to him as she sank into the heat of the kiss, completely forgetting Galatea was even in the room.

...Until a shadow fell over them.

Galatea stood right beside the couch, watching. The smug, teasing smirk was still there, but beneath it lay something new, a sudden spike of surprise, quickly followed by a sharp prickle of jealousy. She had pushed Kara to act, but seeing Kara actually holding Zack, hearing the soft noises slipping from her throat, was entirely too much.

"Alright, that's enough of a solo act," Galatea purred, her voice low and dangerous.

Before Zack could even register the words, Galatea leaned down and captured his mouth from the side, effectively sandwiching him between both Kryptonians.

Zack let out a muffled gasp as he suddenly found himself overwhelmed by two stunning, super-powered women. Kara, fully suited in her uniform, refused to give up ground, as she push Galatea and then deepened her kiss with competitive ferocity, while a bare-chested Galatea pressed herself against his flank, her lips sliding from his mouth down to his jaw.

"Tea—mmph!" Zack tried to speak, but Kara pulled him back into another breathless kiss, her tongue tangling with his.

Galatea clicked her teeth in irritation, shifting her focus to his neck. Her lips traced a burning path along his skin, nipping sharply at his collarbone before soothing the sting with a wet drag of her tongue. Zack groaned at the dual sensation, his hips twitching helplessly as Kara held his head between her hands, taking complete control of his mouth while Galatea worked her way down his chest.

Every shared breath, every trace of saliva, and every touch was a territorial battle for his attention. Kara kissed him with a fiery, desperate sweetness, trying to prove Galatea wrong, while Galatea countered with raw, possessive intensity, biting his lip and pulling him flush against her bare skin.

Trapped beneath both of them on the small living room couch, Zack could only hold on for dear life, his senses completely overloaded as the two blondes fought desperately over every inch of him. It was then that they switched as Galatea took over his lips and Kara began nibbling and biting his skin.

The heat in the room spiked instantly, the air thick with heavy breath and the sudden, electric shift in control. Zack, overwhelmed by the sensory rush of two } Kryptonians fighting over him, finally stopped playing defense.

His hands, operating on pure instinct, moved. He slid one palm up Kara’s back, his fingers digging into the tight material of her suit before slipping around to cup the side of her breast. At the same time, his other hand gripped Galatea’s exposed hip, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip above her thigh, pulling her down flush against him.

A sharp, ragged moan escaped Kara’s lips right into his mouth, her eyes snapping wide in shocked delight. She shuddered as his touch sent a jolt straight down her spine. Galatea let out a low, throaty groan, her head dropping against his shoulder as his fingers kneaded her skin, her breath coming in hot, shallow hitches.

"Zack..." Kara whimpered, the last remnants of her shy, timid self burning away under the sudden wave of intense heat pooling in her stomach. Her skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending hyper-sensitive to his touch.

Fueled by a sudden, desperate need to feel him against her bare skin, Kara broke the kiss and scrambled back just enough to reach for her suit. With clumsy, urgent hands, she unfastened her cape, tossing the red fabric blindly onto the floor. Her fingers fumbled briefly with the zipper on her chest before yanking it down, peeling the top half of her Supergirl uniform off her shoulders and letting it drop to her waist, revealing her smooth, pale skin and the twin breast beneath. She then pushed her red skirt down, leaving her long slender legs free and revealing a cute set of panties.

Galatea smirked through her heavy breathing, her blue eyes dark with desire as she watched her other self give in. "Now you're getting the idea, Girl Scout," She rasped.

Without breaking eye contact with Zack, Galatea reached down to unbutton her jeans. She popped the fastener, shoved the denim down her legs in one fluid, impatient motion, and kicked them off the edge of the couch, leaving herself stripped down to her thong.

She immediately straddled Zack's leg, pressing her bare heat directly against his thigh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him into a hard, filthy kiss.

Kara didn't wait for an invitation. Driven by a surge of pure possessiveness, she leaned over Zack’s opposite side, her hands sliding over his bare chest, her lips trailing fiery, wet kisses along his jaw line before latching onto his throat.

Zack gasped, his hips bucking upward as his hands roamed freely over both of them, palms tracing the curve of Kara's waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Galatea's thighs. The couch felt far too small for the three of them, every movement a friction of hot skin, tangled limbs, and desperate, breathless moans as the two women melted completely under his touch.

Meanwhile the girls were still competing against each other as Galatea refused to let Kara’s sudden ferocity deter her. While Kara continued to devour Zack’s mouth, Galatea’s hand slid aggressively down his bare chest, her fingers digging into his skin before diving straight for the waistband of his pants. She let out a low, triumphant hum against his jaw, her breath hot and demanding. With one swift, effortless tug, she yanked his trousers and underwear down to his knees, freeing his cock, already rock-hard and pulsing from the sheer sensory overload of two Kryptonians handling him.

Kara broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, her eyes wide as she looked down to see Galatea’s fingers already wrapping securely around Zack’s shaft and then began pumping Zack’s cock, causing a loud moan to escape from Zack’s lips. A sharp surge of possessive jealousy flared in Kara’s chest. She refused to give Galatea the satisfaction of being the only one making him groan.

"My turn," Kara hissed, her voice thick with competitive desire.

Shifting her weight, Kara slid down his body with a surprising grace. She unceremoniously shoved Galatea’s hand aside, replacing it with her own. The contrast was electric as Kara’s grip was firm, warm, and desperate, while Galatea leaned over Zack’s shoulder, her heavy, bare breasts pressing firmly against his arm as her tongue licked and nipped at his earlobe.

"You're so hard for us, Zack," Galatea whispered, her voice a sultry, husky vibration that echoed straight through his skull. "Do you like it when we fight over you? Do you like knowing we both want to break you?"

Zack couldn't form words; he could only let out a choked, ragged groan as Kara leaned forward and took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive rim with a desperate intensity, determined to outdo whatever Galatea had done. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight, wet heat of Kara’s throat gripping him while Galatea’s hands wandered relentlessly across his upper body, pinching his nipples and kneading the muscle of his inner thighs.

Galatea, however, wasn't content merely sharing the sidelines. She shifted her body, straddling Zack’s chest so her dripping pussy covered thong pressed firmly against his ribs. She looked down at Kara, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

"He needs more than just a mouth, Kara," Galatea purred. "He needs to feel how much we want him."

Reaching down, Galatea gently caught Kara by her blonde hair, pulling her head up. For a heartbeat, the two women locked eyes, the air between them crackling with an intense mix of sibling rivalry and raw, unadulterated lust. Without needing a word, an unspoken understanding passed between them.

Kara moved to the head of the couch, pulling Zack’s head onto her lap. Her fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp while she leaned down to capture his lips in a deep, bruising kiss. 

Simultaneously, Galatea shifted back, pushing her thong away then positioning her slick entrance directly over his lap. She guided his thick shaft to her center, the wetness of her heat glistening in the dim light of the living room.

With a sharp exhale, Galatea slammed herself all the way down onto him.

Zack let out a loud, guttural shout, burying his face into Kara's throat as he found himself encased in Galatea’s scorching, tight depth. Galatea threw her head back, her spine arching as she began to ride him with a violent, rhythmic intensity. Every downward plunge sent a shockwave straight through his nervous system, her internal muscles gripping him like a velvet vise.

Kara refused to let him forget her presence for a single second. As Galatea hammered down on him from above, Kara slid her hand between Galatea’s legs, her thumb vigorously stimulating the clone’s clit while her other hand gripped the back of Zack's neck.

"Look at her, Zack," Kara commanded against his mouth, her voice dripping with heat. "Look at how she takes you... but remember who brought you home."

The scene devolved into a dizzying blur of blonde hair, golden skin, and raw, super-powered passion. Galatea moaned loudly, her bare breasts bouncing with every heavy, punishing thrust, her body squeezing his cock with a strength that threatened to bring him over the edge instantly.

Driven beyond his limits, Zack reached up, his fingers digging into Galatea’s hips to guide her down even harder, while simultaneously pulling Kara down by her collar into a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. He was completely caught in the crossfire, sandwiched between two goddesses who were no longer fighting each other, but competing to see who could shatter him first.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum!" Zack gasped out, his voice cracking beneath the pressure.

"Do it," Galatea groaned, her pace turning frantic, her pussy clamping down on him in powerful, rhythmic waves. "Fill me, Zack! Give it all to me!"

Kara shifted, sliding her fingers down to circle the exposed base of his shaft, adding her own intense friction to Galatea’s relentless rhythm.

The combination of Galatea’s tight, pulsing heat and Kara’s guiding hand snapped the last thread of his restraint. Zack stiffened, his back arching clear off the couch cushions as a loud cry ripped from his throat, shooting thick, hot ropes deep inside Galatea’s core.

Galatea screamed, her own orgasm triggered instantly by the hot pulse inside her. Her walls clamped around him violently as she collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling and drenched in sweat.

Kara leaned over both of them, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Zack’s burning forehead. She slid her hand down between her own legs, her desire still humming, looking at the tangled pair beneath her with a hungry, breathless satisfaction.

Galatea remained draped across Zack’s chest, her breathing heavy and ragged, the scent of sweat clinging to her skin. She let out a long, shaky sigh of content, her body still twitching around Zack’s softening cock as she absorbed the last of his heat.

The peace, however, was short-lived.

Kara hovered directly over them, her blue eyes dark with an unyielding hunger. Watching Galatea claim the victory of the first climax had only fanned her competitive flame. She refused to settle for being second best; she wanted to dominate the moment, to prove her passion was far more overwhelming than her clone's.

"You think you won just because you got him to blow first?" Kara whispered, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

Without warning, Kara grabbed Galatea by the shoulders and shoved her off Zack with a sudden burst of force. Galatea landed on the floor with a soft thud, looking up with an unbothered smirk. Kara didn't give Zack time to recover. She surged forward, straddling Zack’s lap and pinning him back into the couch cushions.

She looked down at him, her expression a fiery mix of possessive affection and raw lust. A brief flicker of concern crossed her mind as she wondered if Zack could handle another round, considering he was still human. But her worry vanished the instant she saw his cock, fully erect and pulsing once more. The fact that he could keep pace with them without breaking shocked her and sent a thrill straight down her spine. From what Kal had told her, he usually needed a red-sun light generator just to safely navigate intimacy with Lois, yet Zack was holding his ground.

She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. With a sultry lick of her lips, Kara hooked her fingers into her pink panties, tearing them off in one swift motion. She guided his thick head directly to her entrance.

"My turn to be filled," she breathed. She skipped foreplay entirely using Galatea and Zack’s fluids as lubricant. Gripping his shaft, Kara lined him up with her soaking wet center. With a sharp, guttural groan, she slammed herself down, impaling herself on him in one fluid, powerful motion.

Zack gasped, his eyes rolling back as Kara’s scorching heat encased him. Her grip was entirely different from Galatea’s, hotter, tighter, and frantic, pulsing around him as if trying to pull his very soul into her. Kara threw her head back, her blonde hair whipping around her shoulders as she began to ride him with a ruthless, demanding rhythm.

Galatea didn't stay on the floor for long. She scrambled back onto the sofa, sliding up behind Zack so her bare breasts pressed flat against his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw before biting down sharply on his shoulder, driving his senses into complete overdrive.

"Look at her, Zack," Galatea whispered directly into his ear, her voice vibrating through his neck. "Look at how she's shaking. She's so desperate for you, it's pathetic."

Kara caught the words and snarled, instantly accelerating her pace. Her bare chest heaved, slapping against Zack’s chest with every punishing downward plunge. She grabbed his hands, forcing his arms up and pinning his wrists to the sofa so she held complete control over the rhythm.

"Shut up, Galatea!" Kara cried out, her voice breaking as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. "He's mine! I'm the one who loves him!"

The living room dissolved into the sounds of wet, heavy friction and the loud, unrestrained moans of two goddesses fighting for dominance. Kara hammered down on him, her internal muscles clamping around his length in tight, violent spasms. Zack was trapped in the crossfire, his body a playground for their rivalry. Driven by instinct, he reached back with one hand to squeeze Galatea’s hip, pulling her closer, while his lower body surged upward to meet every one of Kara’s desperate falls.

The friction reached a fever pitch, an intolerable heat building between them. Kara’s movements turned wild, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. She was right on the brink, her entire frame trembling with the effort of holding him inside her.

"I'm... I'm going to—!" Kara cried out, her eyes fluttering shut as her climax seized her. Her pussy clamped down around him like a velvet vice, pulsing in powerful, rhythmic waves that milked his length relentlessly.

The sheer intensity of Kara's release shattered Zack's last bit of restraint. He let out a deep, guttural roar, his spine arching off the cushions as he shot another heavy load deep into Kara's core. The hot spray hitting her inner walls sent Kara straight over the edge a second time, her breathless scream echoing through the dark apartment.

As the overwhelming waves finally began to settle, Kara collapsed forward onto Zack’s chest, her heart hammering wildly against his ribs. Galatea leaned over his shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss on the side of his neck with a victorious smile.

"See?" Galatea whispered against his skin. "We work so much better when we stop fighting and just use you."

Kara shifted slightly, turning her head to look up at Galatea with a tired, flushed, but intensely satisfied smirk. The rivalry between them wasn't gone, it never truly would be, but for now, the absolute exhaustion of their lust brought a heavy, steaming peace over the room.

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For a few long minutes, the only sound in the living room was the heavy, synchronized breathing of the three lovers and the dull murmur of the television continuing to play to an empty room. Kara lay completely prone against Zack, her cheek resting over his heart, listening to the rapid, steady thudding beneath his ribs. Her body felt wonderfully heavy, every muscle melted into a state of total, blissful exhaustion that she rarely ever experienced.

Behind them, Galatea hadn't moved either. Her bare torso was pressed against Zack's chest, her chin resting lazily on his shoulder as her fingers idly traced tiny, absentminded circles across his collarbone.

"You're remarkably durable for a human," Galatea purred quietly, her voice still rough and husky from her climax. Her warm breath fanned across Zack’s ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his neck. "Most men would have probably been broken in half by round one."

Zack let out a weak, breathy chuckle, his chest rising and falling beneath Kara. "Honestly... I don't even know how I'm still conscious. My brain feels like scrambled eggs."

Kara shifted slightly, turning her head to look up at him. Her face was still flushed a delicate pink, her blue eyes soft and contented as she offered him a small, tender smile. "Are you okay, Zack? I... I know things got a little out of hand."

"A little?" Galatea teased from behind, letting out a soft laugh that vibrated against Zack's spine. "Don't act innocent now, Girl Scout. You practically tackled him into the sofa."

"Because you pushed me!" Kara shot back, though there was no real heat in her voice this time—just playful, familiar banter.

"And yet, you didn't hear him complaining, did you?" Galatea smirked, leaning over to press a soft, lingering kiss to the side of Zack's jaw before looking up at Kara.

Kara rolled her eyes, but a genuine smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She reached up, her fingers gently tangling into Zack's dark hair, brushing a stray lock away from his forehead. The possessive edge that had driven her earlier had settled into something warm, deep, and comforting.

"No," Kara murmured, her gaze locking onto Zack's green eyes with an undeniable softness. "I guess he didn't."

Zack smiled back, reaching up with a tired arm to wrap around Kara's waist, while his other hand reached behind him to rest on Galatea's bare thigh. "For the record... I definitely don't mind."

Galatea let out a satisfied hum, shifting her weight to snuggle closer into his back. "Good. Because now that we've cleared the air... this is how things are going to be."

Kara leaned down, resting her forehead against Zack's, her breath sweet and warm against his mouth. "She's right, you know. We're not going back to hiding how we feel. Or competing behind each other's backs."

"So... a truce?" Zack asked, looking between the two identical, stunning faces framing his vision.

"A truce," Kara agreed softly, before leaning in to give him one last, sweet, unhurried kiss.

"For now," Galatea added with a wicked wink, closing her eyes and resting her head against his shoulder.

Entangled together on the small apartment couch, surrounded by discarded clothes and the quiet hum of Metropolis outside the window, the three of them finally drifted into a peaceful, heavy silence, the unspoken bond between them solidified at last.