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Mondays were still the worst day in history years later, but for entirely different reasons.
Lena smiled when she felt her girlfriend’s lips on the back of her neck. She let out a sigh when Kara used her icy breath in that particular way that always made her lose her mind, and tilted her head to give her better access. Kara brushed the dark hair aside with one finger and continued with her work, tracing a trail of soft kisses from the back of her neck to her bare shoulders, giving attention to every little mole.
With her heart beating rapidly and her skin burning beneath the Kryptonian’s touch, Lena felt quite awake. She thanked whatever deity might exist for waking her up that way, but she wasn’t quite as grateful for the fact that she had a meeting scheduled with Human Resources like every Monday, followed by a confrontation with the decrepit board of elders. She didn’t want to leave that bed for the rest of eternity. Leaving the most beautiful person on the planet in that room to argue with old misogynists was not her ideal plan.
Yes, Mondays were the worst, she decided when the blonde’s teeth grazed her skin.
She turned to face the culprit responsible for stirring up her hormones. Sky-blue eyes shone with love as they met her gaze, her mouth curved into a soft smile. Her hair was tousled, just as Lena imagined her own probably was. Kara caressed her bare skin beneath the sheets, their legs still intertwined, and kissed her on the lips.
“Happy anniversary, zhao,” she murmured, her voice husky with a mixture of desire and sleep.
Lena returned the smile, raising a hand to caress her cheek. Her fingertips traced meaningless little patterns all the way to her cheekbone.
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
Kara’s crinkled nose brushed against Lena’s cold one, and their breaths mingled. The green-eyed woman could still feel traces of icy breath against her lips, making her shiver. Finally, their lips met in a brief but meaningful kiss that left the CEO wanting more.
“Have I told you in these three years how beautiful you are?” The Kryptonian’s words, soft as velvet, sent Lena’s heart into a frenzy. Three years after their first date, the blonde still had exactly the same effect on her.
From the way the corners of Kara’s lips lifted ever so slightly, looking almost smug, it was obvious that she was noticing every little reaction her words and touches were getting from Lena. Oh, Lena wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smile away with a bite.
“Only a few times… per day.”
“And, by any chance, have I ever mentioned how much I loved you, love you, and will love you?” she continued with her usual sweetness.
“Not enough, no,” Lena teased, clicking her tongue as her hand wandered to the back of her girlfriend’s neck. “Maybe you should remind me, just in case I forget.”
“In that case, I should remind you. I’d hate for you to forget.” She slowly leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips just to tease her, and Lena groaned in protest.
“That would be quite a tragedy.” Lena’s fingers tangled in the blonde curls, and she pulled her closer so their lips could meet in a lingering kiss. Their hands moved with familiar confidence, knowing exactly where to linger. They only parted when they needed to breathe, both of them catching their breath with flushed cheeks.
“I love you, Lena,” Kara said for the millionth time. Lena had stopped counting long ago, but it felt just like the first time she had said it after a night of games that had ended in the CEO’s bedroom (Lena had found a more entertaining use for those red light lamps her brother guarded so jealously).
Lena felt as though she could tear open her chest, take out her heart, and place it on a silver platter for the woman in front of her.
“I love you too, Kara,” she replied with certainty, also for the millionth time.
They leaned in for another kiss, but Kara’s stomach had other plans. It rumbled through the silence, drawing both women’s attention. Lena laughed, accustomed to her favorite alien’s voracious appetite, and kissed her flushed cheek. Kara smiled somewhat shyly.
“What if I fly to Paris and get us those croissants you liked so much on our last trip for our anniversary breakfast?”
“Actually, that’s a wonderful idea. I’m starving. But you’ll have to be quick, Supergirl. I have a meeting in an hour.” She spoke while stretching to point at the time on the clock beside Kara’s bed.
“Great, I have fifty-nine minutes to spare.” She winked as she stood, revealing her bare body. Lena’s gaze, as always, fell on her sculpted abs. She allowed herself to admire her for a moment, biting her lower lip.
“I have a couple of ideas about what to do with that time,” she said, lowering her voice to a dangerously seductive tone.
“Oh, zhao. I only need a minute for that.” Kara’s tone matched Lena’s, and the CEO forced herself to stay composed. The Kryptonian’s smile grew, and she flew out through the balcony once she had changed into her suit at super-speed.
Damn smug alien, Lena cursed inwardly.
Her chest swelled. She loved her so much.
Kara didn’t take long to return with a box of croissants and a couple of coffees from Colombia. She changed into a sweater and a pair of pants fitted to her legs, put on her glasses, and sat down to have breakfast with her girlfriend. Lena, on the other hand, used her time away to get dressed in a skirt and a white blouse, ready to face the day. Judging by the blonde’s gaze at the first few undone buttons, it had been a more than perfect choice.
“So… what’s the plan for today?” Lena brought the cup to her lips, carefully blowing on it so she wouldn’t burn herself.
“You mean after work, after you help Brainy with that secret project, and after you look after Esme?” Kara asked while stuffing herself with food, which earned her a warning look that made her swallow everything with a guilty expression. She slowed down after that.
“Yes, exactly. I still don’t understand Brainy’s secrecy. Do you know what it’s about?” She held out a glass of water so Kara could finish swallowing. The blonde thanked her with a bright smile, then laughed nervously and scratched the back of her neck.
“Who knows! Why should I know? I definitely don’t know anything!” She cleared her throat while staring very intently at her drink. Then she fiddled with her glasses in that way that always made the green-eyed woman raise an eyebrow (Kara was nervous, but why?).
“Kara, you told me Brainy told you to ask me. That’s why I’m asking.”
“No, I have no idea. I’m just a simple messenger! Yes, a messenger who has no idea about anything! Anyway, back to our date, I was thinking of something quiet. A candlelit dinner?”
Lena looked at her for a moment far too long for it to be casual. Kara tried not to fidget beneath her gaze, forcing a smile. She let out a quiet sigh when the green-eyed woman decided to let it go and turned her attention back to breakfast. She recognized her girlfriend’s odd behavior, and knew that if it was something important, the Kryptonian would tell her.
“Sounds perfect to me. After all, there’s nothing better than dinner and then curling up with you.”
“The perfect date.” She winked mischievously, trying to hide her nervousness. She was grateful Lena couldn’t hear her Kryptonian heart going crazy. “I’ll prepare everything for when you get back. I’ll be busy all afternoon with… things. So I’ll be back late.”
“I’ll probably be back late too, so don’t worry.” Lena leaned over to kiss her cheek, hurrying to reassure the alien.
“It’s not easy being a superhero with a secret identity and the genius CEO of a billion-dollar company, huh? But I think we’ve found a good balance.”
“Don’t forget that we’re also aunts to a wonderful little girl who probably won’t let me leave until we’ve watched all the Narnia movies. And now that I think about it, that’s actually your fault.”
“That’s our life, darling,” she teased with an exaggerated sigh, smiling fondly at her. “You can’t blame me for wanting the girl to have good taste. Alex was probably making her watch true-crime shows. True crime, Lena! She had never seen Disney or Pixar! That’s unacceptable!”
“A crime against childhood.” Lena rolled her eyes with affectionate exasperation, and one of those thoughts that had been occurring to her more and more often took over her words before she could think about it. “When we get married and have children, you can teach them however you want, but until then, you have to respect Alex’s parenting, even if you think it’s boring.”
It was too late to take it back when the blonde stopped her hand halfway to reaching for more food, completely petrified, her eyes wide. She tried to recover quickly, attempting to disguise her reaction with an exaggerated laugh. Lena noticed everything, which made her internal alarms go off.
She had noticed the way Kara reacted every time she mentioned the future: she froze, avoided eye contact, fiddled with her glasses. It wasn’t the first time it had happened.
That certainly wasn’t encouraging.
“Look how late it is!” she exclaimed, glancing at her wrist, even though there was no watch there. “I have to go. I’ll see you later for our date, zhao.”
Kara stood, wiped the crumbs from her face with her forearm in an inelegant gesture, and leaned down to give the stunned Lena one last kiss. Then she walked to the door and left, aware that she couldn’t fly to work. Green eyes watched her figure in silence, storing every detail away to analyze later.
Doubt pricked at Lena’s mind, but she decided to avoid it for now.
After all, it was their anniversary, Kara loved her, and she had a long day ahead.
(...)
The second reason for concern came at lunchtime, while Lena answered emails with one hand and used the other to spear a piece of lettuce from her salad. She was drafting a passive-aggressive message, impatiently chewing the vegetable, when a notification appeared on her screen. She was used to it, since she had enabled Google notifications to alert her every time her girlfriend got herself into some kind of trouble as a superhero (she needed to stay informed; she was a woman concerned about the health and safety of the love of her life).
She clicked on the news article about the Kryptonian fighting a group of muggers (seriously, Lena couldn’t comprehend the level of stupidity some criminals possessed in all their splendid humanity to even think about going up against Supergirl), skimming through the article. The writing could wait; her girlfriend, perhaps not. Everything seemed apparently normal, until she scrolled down the page and saw the pictures of the fight (well, calling it a fight was being kind; it had been a beating). Then something caught the CEO’s attention, and she zoomed in on a close-up photograph of the superhero, hovering in the air.
When Kara flew, she did so with a certain ease, as if the air itself were holding her up, not with the rigidity she displayed in the photograph. Lena quickly realized that wasn’t her girlfriend at all; it was the Martian, J’onn, pretending to be the blonde for reasons she didn’t know. But why?
Thinking that something had happened to the Kryptonian (even if she would have been the first to know), she quickly grabbed her phone and sent messages to Kara’s phone and Alex’s. The messages were sent, but they weren’t received. A single check mark mocked the green-eyed woman, who grunted and patiently waited for it to change. Worry formed a knot in her stomach.
When nothing changed, she decided to ask Brainy and Nia, who didn’t take long to answer.
Nia (12:22): hi lena 🙂 don’t worry kara is fine!! i’ll tell her to text you as soon as she can
Brainy (12:25): Greetings, Lena. Kara is in optimal condition; there is no reason for alarm. J’onn’s presence was merely a strategy. I will contact her if that provides you with peace of mind.
That did not reassure Lena, but an answer, even if it was rather vague and suspicious, was still an answer. She moved the device away from her sight so it wouldn’t suffer the consequences of her emotions, and rubbed her temple, already anticipating the headache. Uneasy, she decided to let it go. There was nothing else she could do but wait. She could track Kara using the server they used to know where Supergirl was during missions, but she respected her girlfriend enough not to do so (it wasn’t a matter of life or death, because if it had been, she wouldn’t have hesitated).
She returned to her previous task, becoming even more aggressive in her wording for no real reason, when her phone vibrated with a notification. Lena dropped everything she was doing and took it into her hands. Her face lit up when she recognized the Kryptonian’s contact name.
Kara (13:03): yes, i’m fine!!! sorry, i don’t have much signal, we’ll talk tonight!! but don’t worry, i’m fine!!! alex is with me!! love you ❤️
Lena felt that same feeling again, the sense that she was missing something important, dangerously reminiscent of the past. She didn’t want that, so she pushed it to the back of her mind. She trusted Kara completely. She sighed before returning to work and replied:
Lena (13:04): Alright, take care and say hi to Alex for me. I love you more ❤️
(...)
The only light in the laboratory that was on was the one shining over Brainy’s head, hunched over himself as he wrote something in a notebook. He had his back to the door Lena entered through, feeling the sterile scent and the cold. The green-eyed woman approached silently through the shadows, looking around in search of the reason she was there. Everything seemed to be in order, so her frown deepened with every step.
“Brainy,” she greeted him when she was close enough, making the alien jump and look at her with wide eyes. Then he regained his composure and raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“Lena, how are you? What is the reason for your visit? Do you require my assistance with something?” he inquired curiously, and because of the sincerity practically radiating from every pore of his body, the CEO blinked in confusion.
“You asked Kara to tell me to come.”
Brainy didn’t break the eye contact they were maintaining. He searched her gaze for a few seconds. Then he shook his head, pressing his lips together. Lena’s day grew stranger with every passing second.
“I don’t remember asking her to do that,” he admitted, picking up his tablet from the desk and pressing a few buttons. Lena watched him, feeling her mind speeding up and the bad feeling tearing through her insides.
No, she trusted Kara.
“Maybe you forgot,” she tried to defend her girlfriend, but received no answer. Brainy was too busy staring at the screen.
Lena devoted herself to analyzing her friend’s expression as he typed things that were beyond her knowledge. Brainy’s face went from confusion at first, then, after a few seconds, to a guilty grimace (which lasted barely a heartbeat), before finally settling into his usual indifferent expression (although that glimmer of guilt was still present in his eyes). He pressed the tablet against his chest, lifting his chin.
“Of course, yes. I did ask Kara to request your help. I had completely erased it from my memory.”
Lena wanted to believe him, she really did. But she knew Brainy almost as well as she knew Kara, and she was fully aware that the alien was blatantly lying, judging by the hesitation in his tone. But the question was: why?
“Then, what did you need me for?” She raised an eyebrow, testing him.
“I needed…” He looked around in a way that wasn’t nearly as subtle as he seemed to think. “You to help me organize the laboratory and the solutions. Alex was here and left everything in a complete mess.”
Lena searched for answers in Brainy’s gaze, but he suddenly no longer felt brave enough to maintain eye contact (another confirmation). A few seconds passed that felt like years, and finally he answered.
“Alex, huh? When?”
“Yesterday.”
“Yesterday we were busy all day with the flying alien battle.”
“I meant the early hours of yesterday,” he corrected himself successfully, and the CEO pressed her lips together at the quick and acceptable answer.
“What did she do?”
“I don’t have that information.”
Lena grumbled inwardly, clenching her hands. The whole situation felt out of place, strange. As if they were somehow playing with her.
No, she told herself. It had been a long road, but she trusted the Super Friends. They didn’t deserve for the green-eyed woman to start doubting them after everything they had been through.
Especially Kara. She trusted her blindly, and if Kara had said Brainy needed her, it was probably true. Brainy had conveniently forgotten making the request. These things happened. They had busy lives (even if something told her that the alien didn’t forget things quite so easily). So what if everything looked like a poorly constructed lie? They were telling her the truth. There was no need to overthink it (her Luthor instincts were aching inside her, but she had learned to suppress them after a great deal of therapy).
With no reason left to keep questioning and distrusting her own friends (but, above all, her family), she sighed:
“Alright. Where do we start?”
(...)
The warmth of the blanket over her legs and the body practically resting on top of hers (Esme’s head against her chest, her torso pressed against her side as if she were afraid Lena might disappear), along with the gentle heating and dim lighting, overwhelmed Lena. Her chest swelled with so many emotions that she feared she might be having a heart problem. With one finger, she caressed the little girl’s face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She imagined a little creature with Kara’s eyes, with that big, genuine smile. She imagined her with dark hair and a mixture of mannerisms (Kara’s puppy-dog eyes, Lena’s raised eyebrow, Alex’s fighting technique, J’onn’s calmness). The image was vivid in her imagination. So vivid that she thought she could reach out and touch her if she stretched out her hand.
The television was on, playing some movie that Esme had insisted on watching (and Lena could never say no to whatever her goddaughter and niece asked of her). Lena felt her shirt grow damp where Esme’s open mouth rested, but strangely, she felt an even greater affection for the little girl. Lately, she had noticed that those little details only increased her desire to have her own little disaster to cuddle with every night.
She sighed, suppressing a smile that turned bitter at the memory of Kara’s reaction that morning. Could she sacrifice her desire to become a mother if that wasn’t what Kara wanted? Could she sacrifice her desire to get married if that wasn’t what Kara wanted? Her thoughts fell like an uncontrollable cascade, mixing together and creating a gray cloud over her head.
That train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Alex’s keys and the door opening. Alex stepped inside quietly, probably suspecting the state she would find her daughter in. As she walked toward the living room, she found them on the couch.
“Hey, sorry I’m so late. I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble,” she said, slipping off her jacket and leaving it on a coat rack.
“No, she was an angel,” Lena dismissed it with a wave of her hand, ignoring the cloud hanging over her head. “Except when she tried to fit her fist into her mouth. I think she spends too much time with Kara.”
“Yeah, I think she’s starting to be a bad influence. You should keep an eye on your girlfriend,” she muttered as she approached to take Esme into her arms. “I’ll take this little devil to her room. I’ll be right back.”
Alex disappeared with Esme in her arms, leaving Lena alone with her chaotic thoughts. She ran a hand over her face, feeling the exhaustion of the day hit her. She waited patiently until the other woman returned.
“Well, I think it’s time for me to go,” she stood up, making her way toward the exit. Alex accompanied her. “Can I ask you something before I leave?”
“Not without a lawyer,” she teased with a smile that vaguely reminded Lena of Kara.
“It’s about Kara.” Her seriousness made Alex frown.
“What’s going on with her?”
Lena paused, thinking about what to say and what not to say. She pressed her lips together, and after a few moments, she answered:
“I’m just a little… confused. Has she ever mentioned wanting to get married or have children?”
“Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
“Alex, please.”
The woman blinked in confusion at the question, though resigned herself to giving an answer. She shrugged as if it were of little importance, unaware that the green-eyed woman was beginning to spiral into a crisis.
“That girl grew up watching Disney movies and romantic comedies, of course she wants to get married and have children. She has a ridiculously idealized idea of love that your perfect relationship hasn’t managed to destroy.” The corner of the redhead’s lips lifted. “But that’s something you two need to talk about, don’t you think? I think that even if biology isn’t on your side, you’ll find a way.”
Lena almost felt relieved by Alex’s statements.
Almost.
Because the insecurities her last name brought with it rose from the ashes, creating a fog that clouded her logical thinking: what if Kara wanted everything, but not with her? What if that was why she was so wary whenever they talked about the future? Maybe she had stopped loving Lena that way, and wasn’t telling her out of pity. The possibilities were endless, each one worse than the last.
She forced herself to take a deep breath to push those thoughts away, and slipped her mask back into place in front of an unsuspecting Alex. She nodded in a deliberate motion and forced a smile that never reached her eyes. Since she wasn’t standing in front of the only Danvers who might have noticed her lies, Alex failed to notice her true state of mind.
“Thank you, Alex. I think I’ll be going now. I have my anniversary date waiting for me at home.”
“Of course, goodbye. I’ve kept you long enough. Happy anniversary, by the way! I hope you have a good time.”
“Thank you. Say hi to Kelly for me.”
“I will.” Alex smiled sincerely, and as she raised her hand in farewell, her wedding ring gleamed beneath the artificial lights.
Lena turned and left, feeling her stomach sink as she couldn’t stop thinking that her future could never look quite as bright.
(...)
All the oddities of the day could have been mere coincidences, even with so many of them. There were no real reasons to be paranoid. Then Lena arrived home and found Kara with a flushed face, hurrying to open the door for her with a certain nervousness.
“Zhao!” She quickly wrapped her strong arms around her, immobilizing her. Lena could see over her shoulder that the table still wasn’t decorated with candles. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Lena frowned, pulling away to look at her seriously.
“Did you lose your powers?”
“What? No, I was… busy.” She stumbled over her words, shifting nervously as her gaze darted from side to side.
“Busy with what? And why did J’onn cover for you today?” She raised an eyebrow, making the Kryptonian even more nervous.
Kara seemed to have trouble coming up with an excuse. Lena could see the way her brain was working, coming up with all kinds of lies in a matter of seconds.
“I was doing some cleaning, I had my headphones on, and that’s why I didn’t hear you. J’onn covered for me because someone stole some Kryptonite today, and Alex was afraid it might be used against me.” She forced a smile that the green-eyed woman immediately deemed fake. “But that doesn’t matter! It was a false alarm, and now we can have our anniversary date without any interruptions.”
“Of course, yes. You’re right.” Lena murmured, not entirely convinced, and took a step toward their shared bedroom, deciding to ignore the turmoil in her gut. “But I’m going to change first. Esme drooled all over my shirt.”
“No!” Kara intercepted her, taking her by the arms with her eyes wide. Lena frowned at the gesture. “You don’t need to. You look beautiful like that.”
“Kara, I’m tired and uncomfortable. I want to change before we have dinner.” The green-eyed woman was beginning to grow irritated, feeling her emotions starting to overwhelm her.
She tried to sidestep her and continue on her way, but the Kryptonian stepped in front of her again, insistently.
“I’ll bring you your clothes, you don’t need to go in.” She laughed falsely, and all of Lena’s alarm bells immediately went off. Then, because of their proximity, she noticed a detail she had overlooked. She took Kara’s shirt between her hands, bringing it closer, and buried her nose in the woman’s collar.
When she pulled away, her expression was so cold it could have frozen the entire apartment.
“That’s not your perfume,” she murmured.
Time seemed to slow down; the silence was fatal. The CEO’s hands dropped the shirt, as if being close to the blonde were physically painful. Kara took a step forward at the same time Lena took a step back.
“Wait, no. I can explain.”
“Are you cheating on me?” Her voice was harsh, her heart beating wildly.
The blonde’s expression could only be described as terror. She tried to take the brunette’s hands, but Lena pulled away.
“What? No.”
“I’ve been ignoring all the signs, but they were there: Brainy not knowing I was supposed to come, your disappearances, the perfume. God, it’s so obvious now!”
“No, Lena. For Rao’s sake. I would never do that. Just listen to me, will you? We’ve been through this already, it’s a misunderstanding.”
Lena looked at the closed door to their bedroom. She felt the urge to ignore Kara’s warnings and simply go in out of sheer curiosity and frustration. What would she find in there? Would her girlfriend’s mysterious someone be there, barely dressed, recovering while hiding from Lena? She could find out just by pushing the alien aside (Kara never used her powers against Lena without consent).
But the doubts and fears rooted in the trauma of being a Luthor paled when green eyes met blue. She could see Kara’s desperation, the love that still filled her eyes as she looked at Lena. She knew with certainty that the Kryptonian was a terrible actress; this had to be real.
She decided to turn around, taking a seat on her couch while controlling her breathing. She lifted her chin and looked at her girlfriend, who was still standing there in confusion.
“Alright. Explain yourself. I’m listening.”
Recovering from her initial surprise, Kara hurried to sit beside her, running a hand through her loose hair.
“Okay, so, all of this is a little long to explain. But basically, I spent the whole day trying to make tonight perfect. I swear, it was harder than you can imagine! Alex came with me to go shopping, and that’s why I have this perfume. We tried a few things, and I haven’t showered yet because we also went to buy food for dinner! Besides, I was too busy getting everything ready so it would be perfect in our bedroom. That’s why you weren’t supposed to go in there. I have a surprise there for you, and it’s not finished yet.”
Lena nodded to herself, recognizing the truth in her girlfriend’s words. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and relief grew from her stomach, spreading throughout her body. Everything was beginning to make sense.
“And what about avoiding the future?” Adrenaline made her speak. She forced herself to maintain eye contact, even as she felt her voice beginning to crack and herself growing smaller and smaller. “Every time I mention wanting to marry you or have children, you completely avoid the subject.”
The blonde’s face turned red, and a shy smile grew on her lips. She slid her hands over Lena’s and looked at her with so much love and sincerity that Lena almost cried.
“Lena, I want everything with you. I’m sorry I made you think otherwise. Honestly, I get a little nervous when it comes to the future, but it’s not because of you and I…” The Kryptonian babbled unintelligibly, her ears turning red, and huffed in frustration at her own inability to explain herself. “You know what? I don’t think words will be enough to convince you. Why don’t I show you instead?”
“What…?” Lena’s question was interrupted when the blonde tugged at her hand to make her stand and guided her toward their bedroom.
When she opened the door and turned on the lights, Lena found the room filled with flower petals, some inflated heart-shaped balloons and others deflated, photographs of the two of them (on their first dates, game nights, with their friends and family) stuck to the walls, and a box in the corner filled with decorations that hadn’t been put up yet. The only thing she could hear was her heart pounding against her chest as she thought about how deeply in love she was with that woman.
She stared at everything with her mouth open, and by the time she turned to face Kara, she found her kneeling with a shy smile.
The world stopped for both of them.
“Lena…” Kara began, her voice trembling. She brought one hand (also trembling) to the pockets of her pajama pants and pulled out a velvet box. Lena brought a hand to her mouth in surprise. “I was supposed to have a whole speech rehearsed, but I think it’s better if I improvise. I wanted it to be perfect, but I don’t think there’s a better time to show you how much I love you than now. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted you to be my wife. When I started getting to know you better, I realized how easy it could be to love you. Now I can’t imagine doing anything other than loving you. I want to be everything to you, and I want you to be everything to me. I want the bad, the good, I want absolutely everything if it’s with you.”
“Oh, Kara,” the green-eyed woman sobbed.
“I thought I knew what love was, then I met you and realized how ignorant I was. But I love learning how to love you the way you deserve, and I hope I can keep doing so until death do us part.” The Kryptonian finally opened the velvet box, and a red-and-blue band gleamed beneath the light, surrounding a diamond ring. She looked up hopefully, tears clouding both their eyes. “So, Lena Luthor, will you marry this girl who traveled across space to find you?”
The answer she received was a passionate kiss filled with tears, emotion, but above all, love. Kara had to hold onto the box so it wouldn’t fall as Lena slid her hands through the blonde’s hair, their mouths meeting in a battle neither of them intended to win.
When they parted, breathing heavily and wearing smiles bright enough to rival the jewelry, the Kryptonian rested her forehead against the brunette’s so they could catch their breath.
“Is that a yes, love?”
Lena let out an uninhibited laugh, filled with uncontrollable joy.
“Don’t call me love. Call me Mrs. Danvers.”
That declaration was met with another kiss.