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The sun gradually ascended into the barren skies of National City, basking the high-rise architecture and surrounding area in a golden haze. Very few people were awake to see the true beauty of the sunrise, how it turned a sleep-drowsy city into a bustling, crowded scene, or the way in which the silence of the night was instantaneously broken by a miraculous symphony of birdsong.
Lena Luthor was well accustomed to the wonders of the steadily waking city.
Even before the abrupt, unplanned gift of motherhood, Lena had spent many a night working until the blinding rays of sun penetrated the bulletproof glass of her penthouse apartment, swathing her room in a rich yellow.
Of course, after Lily was born Lena had almost immediately switched from greeting the sunrise with her workload to being rudely awoken by the shrill screams of a new-born infant.
Lily had undoubtedly become the most important person in Lena’s life the second she was born. She clearly recognised the importance of balancing her workload in order to always be there for the child, therefore making the necessary adjustments to her life to do so.
This meant drastic changes in her work environment, personal life, and certainly her time management.
It was, by all means, worth it in every way possible. By sacrificing her intensive, unhealthy work schedule, Lena was able to experience the firsts in her daughter’s life as they happened one by one.
Instead of being cooped up in her office, Lena was the sole witness to Lily’s first word.
Rather than having meetings with stingy business men for numerous hours of the day, Lena was there when Lily took her first precarious steps, wobbling like a new-born giraffe as it begins to stand up.
Lena would do anything for the youngest Luthor, including getting up at ridiculous times in the morning to meet an overrated hero with a stifling god complex. Hence why she found herself, sheets pulled tight over her eyes, blocking the piercing rays of sun as an over-excited near replica of her leapt up and down on the bed beside her.
“Mommy, mommy c’mon get up mommy get up,” the child practically screamed at her.
“Just five more minutes sweetie,” Lena replied, her voice thick with sleep and disuse.
Lily huffed, going suspiciously and unnaturally silent.
The CEO was about to pull the sheets away from her face when, without warning, Lily jumped high into the air and landed with a sickening thud atop her mother’s stomach.
It goes without saying that Lena was in pain. Upon her daughter colliding with the soft alabaster skin of her stomach through the thin sheets, Lena let out an emphatic groan, curling inwards to reduce the impact.
She fell back onto the bed with a squeak of discomfort, going limp.
In a split-second decision, Lena had established in her mind that it was time for one of her lessons.
When Lena was young, her mother had not taught her wrong from right in the best of ways.
Sure, Lena was well enough off anyway, but not without a vast amount of trauma only bearable through years of therapy.
She was determined to not be on the same level as Lillian, and treated her daughter with utmost respect, even during her creative ways of teaching her how to behave in an appropriate manner.
“Mommy are you ok?”
Bright green eyes full to the brim with worry peeked over the top of expensive bed sheets, perfect replicas of Lena’s own.
She took a deep breath and chose her words carefully.
“I will be fine. However, Lily, you need to be more careful before you do something like that again, you could hurt me, and we don’t want that do we?”
“No mommy,” the little girl hung her head, eyes pointing downwards.
“So, what do we do when we accidentally hurt someone darling?” Lena prompted, her face serious.
“We apologise. I’m sorry mommy,” Lily said genuinely. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lena smiled, her teeth glinting in the sun.
“I forgive you, now let’s get up and have some breakfast, shall we? We have a super day ahead of us.”
Lena expertly lifted Lily into the air, holding her as high as she could while the girl did her best attempt at a Supergirl pose.
“Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s Lily Luthor, about to eat her most important meal of the day,” Lena started in her best mockery of a reporter as she placed her daughter down at the kitchen island.
She grabbed the nearest spatula and held it in front of Lily’s face like a microphone.
“And what is our favourite superhero having for breakfast today?” She inquired, barely keeping a straight face.
“Pancakes!” Lily said, playing along by speaking into the ‘microphone.’
“Pan- again?”
Lily nodded.
Lena tossed the spatula into the air and caught it again with ease.
“Well then pancakes it is,” she said, and got to work.
Once Lena had finished cleaning up the kitchen and the syrup-covered youngster had been given a swift bath, they left the house.
Much to Lena’s horror, Lily had insisted on wearing her Supergirl-replica costume, one that the CEO herself had created with the closest materials she could find to that of Supergirl’s own.
In hindsight, she should have known that the child would practically live in the costume, but it still felt mildly embarrassing to have to walk down the street with a mini Supergirl, knowing the girl of steel herself would have to see it in a few hours.
(And if she secretly wished that Supergirl would indeed notice the effort gone into making the costume, that was no one else’s business but her own.)
They walked several blocks, hand in hand, Lily practically vibrating with sheer excitement. In her free hand, the youngest Luthor clutched a plush toy dog with possibly the cleanest fluffy white fur on a children’s possession to date.
The girl took great pride in the maintenance of her toys, and they rarely ever broke, even though Lena had never explicitly punished her for making a mess or breaking things.
She swung their joined hands between them, hopping up and down over the cracks in the pavement.
Lena just smiled, safe in the knowledge that her daughter was happy with something she had planned for her.
Arriving at the location of the meet and greet, Lena was already greatly overwhelmed. Despite them waking extra early to beat the queues, it was already full to the brim. Lines of people snaked round into every nook and cranny, leading out of the door and into the street.
She let out a laboured sigh as they joined the end of the seemingly everlasting queue, the abnormally early start to the day already beginning to catch up with her.
“Do you really want to stay in this long queue all day Lily? We can do something else instead if you want,” Lena asked as a last-ditch attempt, already knowing how her daughter would answer.
Lily looked up at her mother incredulously, as if she were asking the most idiotic question in the world.
“Yeah mommy, I’ve been waiting for…” she held up 5 fingers. “A whole week now. That’s so long.”
Lena chuckled and ruffled Lily’s hair slightly.
“Of course, baby, that’s a very long time you’ve had to be patient for. I suppose I’ll endure this wait for you.”
Lily beamed, her eyes sparkling enthusiastically at the prospect of getting to meet her hero.
After less than 30 minutes of Lily hopping up and down restlessly it was clear the wait was not going to be easy. She had already begun to whine about a multitude of things; her legs hurt; she was hungry; she was bored; she was hungry again.
Lena whipped out the lollipop she had shoved in her pocket secretly, unwrapped it and gave it to the complaining girl, effectively silencing her.
Lena sighed in relief.
“Kids huh?” A voice came from behind her. Lena whipped her head around to meet a woman, possibly older than her, trying to console a crying child as he rolled and writhed around on the floor.
Lena grimaced sympathetically, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah. Is he… ok?” She enquired.
The other woman looked down at her child.
“I told him I didn’t pack any food, and I can’t leave the line to fetch anything. He’s most likely not hungry, just whining because he can see other people eating and he isn’t.”
Lena fished back into her pocket, pulling out another lolly, she met the woman’s eyes, silently enquiring if she could hand it to her son. She nodded, and so Lena crouched down to his level.
“Hey, I’m Lena, what’s your name?” She asked.
The boy ceased his crying and rubbed his eyes so he could look at her properly.
“Leo,” the boy said bluntly, clearly wary of the stranger in his space.
“It’s nice to meet you Leo, I heard you were hungry, is that correct?”
Leo nodded furiously, and Lena pulled out the sweet from behind her back.
“Do you like lollies?”
“Yup, especially the red ones. Momma doesn’t like the red ones, she says they taste bad,” Leo replied, eyeing up the lolly with intense want.
“Wow! Well, I suppose since she doesn’t like this flavour, you’re the only one who can have it,” she handed the boy the lolly and he immediately began unwrapping it without a second thought.
“What do we say to the nice lady, Leo?” His mother prompted.
“Thank you, Lena,” he said, speech slurred by the sickly-sweet obstruction now wedged in his jaw.
“Seriously, thank you. You’re a lifesaver,” the woman said as Lena returned back to her normal height.
A light flush appeared on Lena’s cheeks at the praise before she responded.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I understand what it’s like in public with a misbehaving child.”
They were about to continue their conversation when the tell-tale sounds started again from Lena’s back.
Lily had finished her lolly.
Lena huffed, and turned back around to tend to her own increasingly disruptive child.
After an hour into waiting in the queue Lily was more restless than ever.
“Mommy how much longer?” The youngest Luthor asked, lip trembling.
Lena peered around the person stood in front of them, noticing they were almost at the front of the queue.
“There’s five more people before us sweetie, not much longer now I promise,” Lena said, reassuring Lily and bringing back a smile to her face.
The dark-haired child immediately perked up; the incessant whining replaced with something close to the excitement she had been displaying earlier that morning.
In all honesty, Lena wanted the time to speed up too.
She had a very important project to work on and had planned to leave Lily with a babysitter for a few hours while she worked. Of course, she had underestimated how long they would be waiting for and was already calculating the amount of time she had left to work on her project after the signing.
Not much longer to wait, she reassured herself.
Finally, Lena and Lily were next in the queue.
Most of the people behind them had left or had been asked to leave as Supergirl did not have much more time to spare.
Lena thanked the gods that she had not been behind the cut off point- she did not have the energy to deal with another one of Lily’s meltdowns.
As Lily bounced up and down beside her, Lena’s eyes never left the superhero engaged in conversation with another family before her. She would never admit it, but there was just something captivating about National city’s hero, even if she did have an overinflated ego.
The family left, and the woman co-ordinating the event beckoned Lily and Lena forward.
Lena grabbed her daughter’s hand, mostly for her own benefit, and led her forward to meet the hero.
Supergirl’s eyes sparkled as she greeted them.
“Hi there! It’s lovely to meet you, what’s your name?” The caped woman asked.
Lily peered out from where she had rooted herself behind her mother’s legs.
“I’m Lily,” she said reaching out as if to shake Supergirl’s hand. “I think you’re really cool.”
Supergirl chuckles as she meets the girl halfway, taking her tiny hand into her palm and shaking it with surprising tenderness for the strongest woman in the world.
“I think you’re really cool too Lily; I love your costume! Did you make it yourself?”
“Mommy made it for me,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of the cape nervously.
Supergirl averted her gaze to meet Lena’s.
“Your mommy must be pretty amazing then huh?”
“Yeah. Mommy says you have a god complex. I don’t know what that is yet.”
Lena choked, playing it off as a scoff.
“Lily I think you should stop talking and let Supergirl sign your poster now,” Lena said, praying that her daughter would listen to her for once.
“Oh no,” Supergirl started. “I’m invested now. What else does your mommy say about me Lily?”
Lily stood still and thought for a moment before she spoke slowly, almost as if calculating her word choice carefully.
“Mommy says you have nice hair. And hands. Sometimes she talks about you and goes red. She must be mad at you, I guess. She goes very red when she is mad at me or naughty business men who upset her on the phone. That’s silly though because you don’t know each-other.”
Lena clamped a hand over her daughter’s mouth.
“That’s enough Lily.”
Lena was an intense shade of scarlet, her blush matching the colour of Supergirl’s cape.
Supergirl was not fairing much better, the shower of compliments clearly getting to her.
She cleared her throat.
“Well, that’s certainly something,” Supergirl said, reaching out for two posters.
She signed one with Lily’s name, alongside a few lines of illegible scrawl that Lena could not make out from trying to read it upside down.
She then reached for the second one, and Lena had to stop herself from scoffing once more as the hero signed it in her name.
Supergirl, however, had picked up on the sound that had barely left Lena’s throat.
“You don’t want a signature? Thought you were a fan from the way you talk about me around your daughter,” she said cockily.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Supergirl. It’s only to appease her,” Lena rolled her eyes, trying to control the once again rapid heating up of her face.
Supergirl finished signing the posters, folded them up, then handed them to both Luthors.
“Goodbye! It was lovely meeting you Lily,” she directed a smirk in Lena’s direction. “Lena.”
Lena nodded, keeping her face neutral.
“Supergirl,” she said before starting to leave, Lily trailing along behind her, jaw dragging along the floor as she recalled the interaction.
“Mommy how did Supergirl know your name? I thought you’d never met her before?” The young girl enquired.
“She’s… saved me a couple of times.”
“WHAT? Why did you never tell me?”
Lena did not even need to look behind her to know the hero would be looking smugly in their direction, listening in to their conversation.
“I’ll tell you all about it on the way home,” she said reluctantly, leaving the building and preparing herself for the never-ending questioning she was about to undergo by none other than her own offspring.
7 o’clock came and went.
Lena sat on her office balcony, icy wind just starting to bite through her clothes, nursing a glass of scotch as she contemplated her day.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded slip of paper Supergirl had signed, unfolding it gently with nimble fingers.
She rolled her eyes dramatically at the sight of the hero in the middle of the page, hands on hips, head held high. Lena would be lying if she said she did not find her at least a tiny bit attractive in general, but the poster in question was simply so incredibly showy that Lena could not stop the tipsy chuckle that spilt from her lips.
Eyes falling to the bottom of the picture where the signature resided, Lena noticed something that had her jaw dropping in a similar fashion to how Lily’s had at finding out that her mother knew Supergirl.
There, just under the loopy, barely legible scrawl of Supergirl was a phone number.
A phone number.
A phone number and the words call me x.
Lena audibly shrieked.
“Call me?” She said in astonishment, eyes darting over the page questioningly.
“Call me?” She said again, this time with an air of disbelief, standing up out of the warm nest she had made for herself in the corner of the balcony, glass still in hand.
She shook her head, almost laughing at the cockiness of Supergirl’s actions.
She was hit with a sudden thought, one that would have most likely not occurred to her in a fully sober state, yet she did not have the inhibitions left to stop herself.
“Supergirl,” she shouted into the wind, her voice lost as it was carried away in the extreme gusts.
Nothing.
“Supergirl,” she said again, this time a little quieter, but with slightly sultry element to it.
That certainly caught the caped hero’s attention.
With a dull thud, Supergirl landed on the balcony with a confused look on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by Lena bringing a finger to her lips.
“What do you think you’re doing, Supergirl?”
“Uhhh, well currently I’m on your balcony because I heard you call my name out?” She replied smugly.
“No not that you idiot, this,” Lena produced the poster, and shoved it into the hero’s chest with enough force to hurt her own hand slightly.
Supergirl blushed and tripped over her words in a way very unlike her.
“Well- I- uhm… I gave you my number?”
“Yes I can see that, obviously Supergirl,” Lena huffed and brought her hand to her brow in exasperation, “Now are you going to tell me why you gave a woman you’ve only met while saving your number? Doesn’t the organisation you work for have policies against that for your safety or something?”
The hero furrowed her eyebrows as if deep in thought.
“Well I suppose they do. I didn’t really think about that while I was giving you my number, I was sort of occupied with the beauty of the woman I was giving it to in all honesty,” she said, bringing her eyes up to meet Lena’s again with a smirk placed proudly upon her face.
“Flattery doesn’t work on me,” Lena said, like a liar.
“Are you sure? Because a little listen in on your heartbeat could solve that question for both of us,” she paused for a slight moment as if waiting for protest, and when none came, she continued. “You look really pretty under the light of the sunset Lena, your eyes sparkle in the light, your skin glows. It’s like looking at a piece of artwork.”
Lena’s heart, her traitorous, bastard heart gave a flutter at Supergirl’s words.
“Cheesy,” was all she had to say. “Cheesy, but concerningly endearing for a woman I’ve only met a handful of times.”
The hero simply smirked knowingly, before tilting her head to the side with the tell-tale sign of listening on something.
“Car speeding down the street, danger to those walking to see the sunset. I have to go.”
Lena nodded as she put down her glass of scotch, walking to the edge of the balcony from where they had drifted during their conversation.
Just as the hero was bending her knees to take off, Lena shouted a quick, sharp “Wait,” and Supergirl immediately swivelled round to find Lena, pink cheeked and eyes pinned to the ground.
“You never told me what I should save your number as in my phone,” Lena said feebly, weirdly embarrassed for a woman who holds an insane amount of power over a considerable amount of National City’s most insufferable men.
The hero’s face lit up immediately, her unbelievably white teeth glinting in the sun as a smile split her face from ear to ear.
“Kara,” she said softly, her smile never wavering for a second. “Kara Danvers.”
“Kara,” Lena nodded, trying the name out in her mouth for the first time, matching it to the face in front of her as she made to take off again.
She hummed lightly, heading back inside through her thick glass doors to collect her belongings.
If she had dared to look behind her for just a moment, she would have noticed Kara’s single, ecstatic loop accompanied by a comical high five to herself as she flew to the scene of the incident.
The texting started off slow. It took Lena several days to even consider sending a message, and even when she was ready, there was the small issue of deciding what to send. She spent much longer than usual deliberating upon what to say, what tone she wanted to say it in, and how she wanted it to sound.
In the end she played it safe, with just a simple ‘Hi, It’s Lena.’
Unsurprisingly, it took Kara all of 6 seconds to send her reply.
Kara, 16:14
Took you long enough
Lena, 16:14
I almost didn’t send you a message at all, Supergirl. Count yourself lucky.
Kara, 16:15
Oh, I definitely will. What should I save your contact as?
Lena, 16:15
Lena, obviously. What else would you save it as?
Kara, 16:16
Hmmm I’m not sure. Maybe hot CEO. Or maybe Leader of the Supergirl hate committee.
Lena,16:16
Second one is a bit long don’t you think?
Kara, 16:17
Not the only thing ;)
Lena, 16:17
You’re insufferable
Kara, 16:18
Sure, but I bet you love it.
Lena, 16:19
Goodbye Kara.
Kara, 16:19
Point proven.
“Mommy who is Kara, and why are you smiling like that?” Lena was broken out of her Supergirl-induced stupor by Lily peering over her shoulder inquisitively.
She instantly snatched her phone out of the way and switched it off, a blush sat high upon her cheeks. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she tried to explain.
“Kara’s a friend, darling. What do you mean by ‘smiling like that?’”
Lily brought her hand up to touch the side of her mother’s mouth.
“All lopsided and funny,” she said. “Can I meet Kara?”
“Uhm, maybe? If she wants to, I suppose,” Lena replied, once again coughing, embarrassed that her daughter had seen her text thread with the other woman. Why she was so embarrassed, she would never admit.
“Yay. Can we play with the Legos now?” The child said, switching topics smoothly and without warning.
Lena chuckled lightly at her abrupt diversion of interest and nodded emphatically.
“Sure baby,” she articulated, placing her phone in her pocket and settling down to sit on the floor beside Lily as the girl tipped the box of Legos onto the floor, creating a waterfall of small variously shaped pieces of sturdy plastic. “What are we going to build today?”
“Supergirl’s base,” Lily responded, eyes fixed on her hands as she put the first pieces together.
“You mean the fortress of solitude?” Lena asked, even though she already knew what Lily meant, almost laughing at the comicality of the situation. Lily was almost as taken by the Superhero as she was herself, even if she was too stubborn to admit it yet.
Lily let out a hum of confirmation, already to engrossed in the activity to form a coherent reply.
“Of course we are,” Lena rolled her eyes playfully, and started rifling through the mess in order to find the pieces they would need, an affectionate smile on her face.
If her attention was only partially focused on the game, her mind still waiting for the specific text tone on her phone for the girl who had created such a unique impression on both her and her daughter in such a short time, then that was for no one else to know but herself.
Kara, 22:05
U up?
Lena, 22:08
I am now
Lena’s phone lit up with an incoming call. She adjusted the covers around her to get more comfortable and pressed the bright green accept button with her thumb.
“Hello?” She said, wondering why Kara had decided to call her so late.
“Hi!” Kara replied, the cheesy grin clear in her voice. “How are you?”
“Well, I was about to go to sleep, Kara. I could be asleep, but instead I am awake talking to a mildly interesting superhero for reasons unknown. So, to answer your question, I’m tired.”
“But you still picked up,” Kara pointed out smugly. “You think I’m interesting?”
“I think you might have missed the point slightly there darling,” Lena said. “What is it you want?”
“To hear your voice again,” she said, not without a dramatic eyeroll from Lena that the blonde could not see, and yet she had anticipated it anyway. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Lena Luthor.”
“I’m not,” Lena retorted, trying to cover her tracks. “Now what do you really want?”
“Is it not ok for me to just call because I want to talk?” Kara said, earning a scoff from Lena. “Fine, are you free this weekend? I want to see you.”
Lena shuffled around and deliberated for a moment, she knew she was free at the weekend, but she did not want to miss out on the time she was supposed to be spending with her daughter by spending it with someone she had only met a handful of times.
“It depends, what do you want to do? Lily would have to come, I promised I’d spend the weekend with her.”
“Perfect! Lily can come along too. Should I… Should I come as Supergirl, or just as Kara?” Kara clearly asked nervously, Lena never having met her as her secret identity before.
“You can decide. It may look a little weird though if you come in your full Supergirl outfit, imagine the headlines,” Lena pondered. “Supergirl spotted walking down the street with Luthor and daughter.”
“Fair point,” Kara giggled at the idea of what people would say. “I’ll come as Kara then, What time? Is Saturday ok for you?”
“Anytime after 10am is fine on Saturday,” Lena replied. “I wouldn’t like to have to deal with a grumpy sleep-deprived child, and then have to put up with your poor attempt at flirting, if it can even be called that”
“HEY! I can flirt!” Kara said indignantly.
“Sure, we’ll see.”
“I’ll pick you and Lily up at 12?” Kara asked tentatively.
“Sounds great, I’ll send you the address now, just a moment,” Lena replied, genuinely meaning it. She pulled the phone away from her ear to type in the apartment number and building address. “There you go.”
“Goodnight Lena, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Kara said through tiny little giggles, which Lena could admit she found rather cute.
She soon found herself laughing alongside National city’s hero, barely choking out a squeaky ‘bye’ (which was rather unlike her) before Kara ended the call.
Lena was too busy dreamily sighing about the blonde’s endearing laugh to realise she had never asked where they would be going.
The week went surprisingly fast. Usually, Lena found that looking forward to things considerably slowed the time down, especially when a hyperactive child is constantly asking you how many days are left until Saturday.
It was different this time. The week went by with a sort of anticipatory nervousness, yet there was a hint of her own underlying childish excitement alongside Lily’s outward and very obvious delight.
As 12pm arrived, Lena rushed to get Lily dressed, the girl causing numerous problems on the way. First it was the socks. God, how Lena hated sock time. Lily always refused to put on her socks, but she was particularly difficult about it as the time grew closer.
And then it was the outfit. Lily jumped up from where she was wriggling away from her mother, who was running around after her trying to put the socks on as fast as possible and announced that she as changing.
“I don’t want to wear this,” She said, sticking her chin high into the air like a stubborn mini version of Lena herself. She would have found it amusing to have her daughter mirror her traits in any other context, but with Kara undoubtedly on her way, Lena was far from laughing.
“Please Lily,” Lena said, close to tears. “Just co-operate with me.”
Lily shook her head and ran into her bedroom, leaving Lena behind her to sink to the floor in exasperation. Her whole body shook with the sheer force of the sigh that she produced, lifting herself back up to collect the various items of children’s clothing strewn about the room.
Just as she thought it could not get any worse, the doorbell rang. Lena walked over to the door, unlocking it as hurriedly as she could with fumbling fingers, sweating with having chased a 6-year-old across the apartment for the past hour.
She eventually succeeded, huffing out a relieved sigh as she pulled the door open to greet Kara, who was looking at her curiously. Lena had very little time to appreciate her civilian appearance before Kara opened her mouth with a poorly toned question.
“Why do you look like you’ve ran a marathon?” Kara asked bluntly.
Lena laughed almost hysterically at the notion.
“Way to greet a girl, Kara,” she scoffed indignantly. “But I suppose I probably do. I feel like I have run more than a marathon.”
“You still look impossibly beautiful though, Lena,” Kara said with an unsettling air of honesty.
“I didn’t peg you as a liar, Supergirl,” Lena said, moving to the side and gesturing for her to come in. “I suppose you’ll have to come in and wait a moment. Lily is refusing to get dressed, and I haven’t even had time to clean up yet.”
Kara placed an affectionate hand on Lena’s shoulder, sending tiny little waves of goosebumps across her upper arm. If the blonde noticed, she did not say.
“You don’t need to stress about it too much, we’re just going to a park. I can help? Show me where you want the stuff to go, and I’ll put it all away while you sort Lily.”
“You’d do that?” Lena asked, slightly surprised.
“Anything for National city’s residents,” Kara said, before realising her mistake. She lifted a hand to fiddle with her glasses as her face went an adorably dusty pink. “I mean, not that I’d be spending time cleaning houses for just anyone and their kid, only the pretty ones. Not that there are many pretty ones! I mean just- just you. Yeah, I’ll just start,” she gestured around her. “I’ll just start cleaning now.”
Lena took a deep breath, almost seemingly for them both. Kara’s rambling died off, the sudden silence replaced by Lena’s laughter, and eventually joined by the blonde’s awkward post-ramble chuckle.
“You sure do talk a lot,” Lena said simply, but affectionately.
“I’ve been told,” Kara replied breathlessly.
“Clothes go in there, toys in there, and anything else in there,” Lena pointed to the set of drawers holding children’s clothes, a dark mahogany toy box, and eventually a miscellaneous plastic tub. “I assume you’ll be able to work it out from there?”
Kara looked around her at the mess around the apartment, a barely-there smile painting her face attractively.
“I think I’ll be fine; I’ve tidied worse messes.”
Lena nodded and strode away on slightly wobbly legs to find and deal with her misbehaving daughter once more, leaving Kara in the middle of the room alone.
She carefully surveyed her surroundings, planning everything out in her head, before pulling off her glasses and super-speeding around the room to clean.
She came to a halt, feet skidding slightly over the wooden flooring of the living room, but mostly proud of her work. In less than 10 seconds she had successfully tidied the entirety of the room, without breaking anything.
Well, almost anything.
“Shoot,” Kara said, sweeping up the pieces of a small glass jar which she had knocked from the sideboard in using her powers. Oh well, she thought. No one can be perfect all the time.
It was in the incriminating position of picking up the glass shard that Lena and Lily walked back in on, the super murmuring under her breath.
Lena cleared her throat, slightly amused.
“You said you would tidy up, Kara. Not break my glassware,” she teased.
Kara, however, did not pick up on the jokey nature in which Lena had said the words, and began to stumble over her own speech to form a hurried apology, which, of course, was immediately halted by Lena herself.
“It’s ok Kara, I was just teasing you. I never really liked that jar too much anyway. You are doing me a favour really.”
“Oh. Oh ok,” Kara said. “I’ll just,” She moved over to the bin and brushed the glass into the bag with her other hand. It was when she turned back around that she fully registered what Lena’s daughter was wearing, and immediately began to fluster.
“She’s refusing to wear anything else. Says she wants to be ready in case she sees Supergirl again,” Lena shrugged, her eyes full of mirth.
Kara nodded along dumbly, unsure of what to say.
“Very smart choice Lily, I must say.”
The girl beamed up at Kara, buzzing with energy not unlike that of when she had met Supergirl at the meet and greet.
“Thank you. Mommy made it,” she said, holding up the material of the cape for Kara to touch. Kara, of course, knew this already, but she played along anyway.
“Wow that really is a beautiful cape, your mommy is very clever. Maybe she could make something for Supergirl one day. I heard her outfit is going out of fashion.”
“Can it go out of fashion when there’s only two people in the world wearing it?” Lena asked, on the brink of laughter.
Kara hummed thoughtfully.
“I guess not.”
Lily watched the interaction between the two adults with a deep air of interest, as if she knew more than both the parties involved in the conversation. Of course, a 6-year-old has no true knowledge of the nature of relationships between adults, but Lily was not stupid, and she knew there was something going on. Something she was not overtly opposed to.
“Can we go now? I’m bored,” she complained, tugging on her mother’s hand impatiently.
“Yes sweetheart, let me just find my shoes,” Lena wandered off, leaving Lily and Kara while she tried to find the shoes she was looking for.
“So, you like Supergirl, huh?” Kara asked inquisitively.
“Yup,” Lily nodded, her eyes sparkling as she thought about the hero. “She’s so cool, I wish I could fly like her.”
“Flying is a very cool power, I totally agree. Maybe if you ask her next time you see her, she’ll take you for a little ride around the city. I heard she sometimes does that, especially for girls who behave nicely for their mommies.”
“You think Supergirl would take me flying?” Lily’s eyes went wide, completely disregarding the second half of Kara’s speech.
Kara nodded.
“I know she would.”
Lena re-entered the room, a mildly assertive look on her face, shoes firmly on both feet.
“I hope I didn’t just hear you bribe my child into behaving while we are out, Kara.”
Kara looked over at Lily and brought her pointer finger to her own mouth in a shushing motion, before turning back to Lena, her face the picture of innocence.
“I have no idea what you mean, Lena,” she said, as if butter would not melt in her mouth.
Lena turned her attention to Lily, raising an eyebrow in question. Lily, however, was not affected, and simply repeated exactly what Kara said.
Word. For. Word.
Kara spluttered with laughter, unable to look Lena in the eye after her daughter had called her by her first name.
“You are a bad influence, Kara Danvers,” Lena said weakly, finding the situation far too funny to actually have the energy to be angry at the woman.
They stood there for several moments, basking in the comicality of the situation before Lily grew impatient again.
“Let’s get going then,” Kara said. “You got everything you want to take out with us?”
Lena checked her pockets for her everyday items, phone, wallet and the like. She pulled a coat off the hook for when Lily inevitably got cold in the outdoors, before nodding in confirmation.
“Ready,” she responded.
Kara made a beeline for the door, Lily happily babbling on about nothing in particular. The sight of them getting on so well so quickly did surprise Lena, but it was not worth fretting about.
As she locked the apartment door behind her and double checked the security system was intact, she let herself ponder for a moment what exactly she was getting herself into.
Catching up with the pair, Kara looked over at her with curious eyes.
“You good?” She asked.
“Yeah, perfect,” Lena replied, genuinely meaning it.
Kara smiled, and they continued their walk down the unattractively carpeted hallway and out of the apartment complex to her chosen destination.
Lena had not expected it to become so easy so quickly. Being around Kara felt safe, it felt simple, and it felt right.
She could admit to herself that some of her previous assumptions of the Superhero had been incorrect, and that she had been far too quick to judge without knowing her.
And as Lena sat in the middle of the park, Lily eating perfect little jam sandwiches in the shapes of different dinosaurs, she felt secure in where the strange relationship was leading her.
Even if it was early on.
She watched as Kara played with her daughter, encouraging her to make up stories with the silly shaped foods. It would not hurt to ignore the lesson Lena had taught her about playing with her food, she thought. For now, anyway.
The storytelling ended abruptly, however, when Lily decided it was time to be historically accurate, picking up a large stone and dropping it atop the poor diplodocus.
“Lena your daughter is a monster,” Kara said, gasping in shock as the young girl writhed around the floor, laughing at the top of her little lungs. Lena stopped laughing alongside her for a moment to see Kara looking at her, an almost sickly tender hint in her gaze.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lena asked, breaking the moment.
Lily, pausing her laughter, looked between Kara and her mother, and spoke before Kara was able to stammer out a reply.
“Mommy looks at her phone like that when you text her,” she said, before returning to her now obliterated meal.
“Oh, she does, does she,” Kara said, a mischievous smirk upon her face. Lena had the ridiculous urge to kiss the stupid smirk off her face.
She once again cursed her daughter’s brutal honesty, but she was unable to be completely angry as that was something she had instilled into Lily herself. She collected herself, deciding two could play at that game.
“So what if I do?” She asked, blinking at Kara innocently.
“I- uhm, I-“ Kara had not prepared for Lena to answer.
Lena hummed quietly, congratulating herself on once again reducing the usually overtly confident superhero to a stuttering mess, returning to her own food smugly.
“I want you to meet my sister,” Kara blurted out one day, months into their friendship, while they were watching a movie with Lily between them on the couch.
“What?” Lena asked, stunned by the random declaration by the blonde.
“My sister wants to meet you. Y’know because I talk about you a lot, and she wants to meet you cause I spend all my time with you and Lily now. I guess she just would like to put a face to the name?”
“You talk about me to your sister?”
Kara blushed a bright scarlet, reaching up to fiddle with her glasses.
“Well, I suppose so yes. If Alex has noticed it then I guess I have, I like you, why wouldn’t I talk about it?”
Lena’s heart skipped a beat at the nonchalant confession and took a moment to process. She was not going to lie, meeting Kara’s sister did in fact scare her, bringing up some feelings she had been trying to repress.
Lena and Kara were not together, neither were they pushing one another into anything. That was for certain. Lena felt like they were always on the precipice, and she was unsure If meeting Alex would change things, if in doing so their dynamic may shift.
And in all honesty, Lena was ready for the shift. They had been dancing around one another, light teasing often turned into a battle of who could make the other fluster more, and Lena was sick. Sick of waiting for Kara to make the first move. Their attraction for one another was undeniable, even Lily had made comments about it, even if she did not totally understand the concept of what was happening before her eyes on a daily basis.
6 months after their first real conversation and acknowledgement of one another, Lena was excited to meet her best friend’s sister, even if it was just as her best friend for the time being.
“Yes,” Lena said, nodding. “Yes, I would love to meet your sister.”
“Ok, ok cool,” Kara wiped her weirdly sweaty palms across the material of her joggers. “I’ll set something up. Me and my friends have a game night on Fridays. You could come along to that? Lily would probably get bored though.”
Lena pondered for a moment.
“Game night? Like board games and card games? You’ll have to teach me to play. I’m useless in that department.”
“I’m sure you’re not useless, and even if you are, you’ll have Kara Danvers, seven-time game night champion as your partner,” Kara said, flexing her bicep muscle for no apparent reason but to make Lena drool. “We will breeze through the competition, easy peasy.”
“Yeah, I’m sure we will,” Lena said, slack jawed, eyes drifting towards Kara’s mouth from the bulge of her arm muscle.
“Mommy’s being weird again,” a tired Lily mumbled from between them, reminding both women of her presence.
Lena pulled backwards, assessing her daughter.
“I think it’s time for bed, Lily sweetheart.”
“ ‘m not tired,” the girl said, eyes shut tight, head nodding at random intervals.
“Sure you’re not, how about we go brush our teeth and put our pyjamas on and see how tired we are then?” She asked, receiving a barely-there nod from the girl. “Come on then,” she stood up from the couch, both Lily and Kara standing up with her.
“I should go,” Kara said, hands twisting together in front of her.
“You don’t have to,” Lena stated. “I won’t be long.”
The blonde looked back down at Lily, who was barely staying on her feet, relying on her mother to keep her tired form standing.
“Ok,” Kara nodded. “Do you want a drink? I fancy some tea I think.”
“Tea would be great; can you pause the film?” Lena asked. “I don’t want to miss any of it.”
“Obviously,” Kara replied, turning around to pause the film as Lena hurried Lily off to prepare her for bed. She then stumbled into the kitchen to make a drink, a wistful smile on her face as she thought of the prospect of staying.
They had done it before, of course. It was not anything new. Yet Kara still felt as excited as she did the first time she stayed the night at Lena’s house, which was both beautiful and decidedly terrifying at the same time.
And later that night, a dribbling Lena asleep on her shoulder, the pair curled up on the couch together like two peas in a pod, Kara understood the terrified feeling, embraced it even.
If it resulted in a sleepy, mumbling Lena pressed against her chest and held tenderly in her arms every other night, she would endure that feeling for as long as she was able.
Lena felt slightly anxious under the scrutinizing gaze of Alex Danvers. Her incessant glaring had begun the moment she had arrived at Kara’s apartment, and had continued ever since.
The rest of Kara’s friends were much simpler, greeting her with a nod or a cheery smile. She was not sure which was worse, the pressurising gaze of Kara’s sister or the weirdly fast acceptance from her other friends.
Either way, they were all rather tipsy, and picking a game was becoming harder and harder as the noise grew in the room.
“But I want to play monopoly!” The girl who Kara had introduced as Nia exclaimed, raising her hands in the air in exasperation.
“No,” Kara shook her head. “Lena would win, easy. So that’s not fair, besides, we all know what happens when drunk Alex plays monopoly.”
Lena turned to Kara; head tilted to the side in curiosity as the people in the room gasped at Kara’s audacity in bringing up Alex’s drunken hatred for monopoly.
“We are so not bringing this up again,” Alex said, shaking her head.
Kara just shrugged mischievously as the redhead launched a couch cushion at her head, which was easily swept away by a quick flick of the hand.
“You’re gonna have to try harder if you want to hit me Alex, you’re losing your touch.”
“I am not!”
“Are too.”
“Am no-“ Alex was cut off by the cushion she had thrown at Kara being returned to her, in the form of a sharp smack to the face, knocking her head backwards.
Laughter broke out in the room, and even Lena chuckled along. It was rather refreshing to see such playful sibling rivalry, something she had never been able to fully experience as a child under the watchful gaze of Lillian and Lionel.
Alex suddenly lit up, a devilish smile taking up her face as she opened her mouth to deliver the final blow.
“Stop showing off in front of your girlfriend, Kara. You look like an idiot.”
Kara looked over at Lena in desperation, searching for any form of backup she may receive from her friend, and getting none. The blonde turned back to her sister, hands waving wildly around in the air, looking for a retort.
Alex simply nodded in acknowledgement of her victory, and the conversation moved on, everyone eventually settling on a game of charades. Lena was vaguely aware of what was happening around her, but was still stuck on the fact that Kara seemed to have no arguments when her sister referred to them as girlfriends.
“-Right Lena?” Kara asked, snapping her back into reality.
Lena looked around the room, noticing everyone was now staring at her.
“Sorry what?” Lena said nervously, pulling the soft material of her cardigan sleeves over her hands. “I was a little zoned out darling.”
The term of endearment drew a little squeak from Alex, but if Kara noticed she did not say anything.
“I was just saying that we’re definitely going to be partners for charades. I don’t trust anyone else to understand my unique methods of acting.”
“You mean to say no one else would understand you because you’re bad at charades?” Everyone laughed at Lena’s bold accusation, including Alex, which fuelled Lena to continue. “Of course, I’ll take pity on you. It’s only fair that the new girl gets the worst charades partner.”
Kara shoved Lena with a small amount of force, which would have sent her toppling off of the couch if it were not for the blonde then catching her straight after, an unintentional reminder of her impeccable reflexes.
“Careful Lena, wouldn’t want you to fall for me,” she said, laughing as she pulled Lena back up, her arm still resting snugly around the CEO’s waist from where she had caught her.
“No Chance,” Lena retorted as she pulled her shirt back into place after it had ruffled slightly in the fall.
Nia faked a gag, pulling them back into reality as the others watched on.
“Get a room,” she said, eyebrows furrowed in faux disgust, her attention focused on the pair.
“That was… interesting,” Kelly said, watching the interaction with utmost attention.
Brainy nodded in agreement with the pair, leaving just Alex to react. When nothing came, Kara pulled out the box of charades prompts the group frequently used, and handed it to Lena, who pulled out a card.
Upon seeing the card, she laughed internally. It was going to be so simple to get Kara to guess it, almost comically simple.
Lena stood up to stand in front of the group, slipping the card into her back pocket discreetly. Brainy turned the miniature sand timer, and her turn began.
Lena held up one finger.
“Ok so one word?” She nodded in confirmation.
The CEO put one of her hands on her hips and the other in the air, her fists clenched. She looked over in Kara’s direction, seeing as the answer slowly made its way into her brain, or so she thought.
“Superman?” She asked, brows furrowed in confusion. Lena shook her head, instead changing her methods by pointing at Kara instead.
“Me? OH! Reporter?” Kara said, the misplaced confidence evident in her voice.
Lena continued pointing at the blonde, her patience growing thin as the time wore out and Kara continued to guess everything but the answer.
“And… TIME!” Brainy screeched straight after Kara had guessed reporter for the fifth time much to Lena’s dismay.
She brought her hands to her face in second hand embarrassment as she sat back down on the couch, creating a soft thud from her body colliding with Kara’s slid form.
“Supergirl, Kara. The answer was Supergirl. I can see my hypothesis about you being atrocious at charades was entirely accurate,” Lena said in Kara’s direction, bringing her hands away from her face.
“I am NOT bad at charades. That was just a hard card.”
“I think that may have just been the easiest card in the pack, Kara,” Alex teased, Lena nodding alongside her in agreement.
“Stop ganging up on me,” the blonde whined. “Lenaaaa, pleaseee.”
Suddenly Lena had a lap full of drunken Kryptonian, the girl having thrown herself over Lena in an attempt to get her to cease her playful attack.
“Nope,” Lena said, wriggling out of her loose grasp. “It’s not my fault you’re bad at something for once.”
“Fine,” Kara huffed, sitting at the other end of the couch, her arms crossed in fake annoyance. This was quickly broken, however, as the game continued, and Lena once again found herself pressed against the superhero, in a way that was both distracting and comforting at the same time.
Later that night, as Lena got up and walked into the kitchen to refill her glass, she was followed by the older Danvers.
They filled their glasses alongside one another in complete silence, the sound of scotch sloshing into the glass almost echoing around the room.
“Nice taste Luthor,” Alex said, taking the bottle from Lena once she had finished, then proceeding to fill her own glass. Lena hummed in acknowledgement and brought the drink to her lips, taking an indulgent sip and revelling in the warmth as it travelled down her throat.
Alex followed suit, sighing as she swallowed, before beginning to speak.
“What do you want with my sister?” She asked curiously, eyes fixed on Lena with a stare that made her feel small. The CEO broadened her shoulders and stood as tall as possible, preparing her answer.
“What do you mean?”
“I see how you look at her, how she looks at you. She talks about you all the time, y’know. It’s stifling, but nice to see her happy. I want to know that you’re not leading her on, that you’re not going to hurt her, all the average, weird, sisterly stuff you see in movies when people get the shovel talk.”
“I’m not leading Kara on, she means the world to me, Alex. I wouldn’t lie to you about that,” Lena placed her glass down onto the kitchen counter, eliciting a dull thud as it hit the side. “I get where you’re coming from, though. If I were you, I’d want to keep her safe and protected forever. She runs headfirst into danger way too often.”
The redhead jutted her hip out to hit the cupboard, leaning heavily against it while gesturing for emphasis in their conversation.
“Yeah, yeah she does do that. She never waits for backup, I’ve told her so, so many times. She never listens to me. Maybe she’ll listen to you”
Lena shook her head.
“Nope, its pointless. I just hate having to wait for her to message to see if she’s ok. Sometimes it takes ages. Watching her on the TV, falling. It hurts,” her eyes filled with tears, and she turned her head away in embarrassment. It did not go unnoticed by her companion, however.
“I’ll remind her to do it faster, next time. It’s probably my fault anyway, the amount of time I have to force her to stay in and heal after a fight.”
“I wish there was never a next time.”
“Me too, Lena. Me too.”
Lena lifted her drink from the counter and back to her mouth again, taking a quick swig as melancholy laughter filled the room. Alex clinked their glasses together in a friendly gesture.
“You’re not half bad, Luthor,” She said, a hint of a smile gracing the edges of her lips.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I suppose,” Lena replied.
“You should, compliments are hard to come by from me.”
Silence filled the kitchen once more, both women processing their new found beginnings of a friendship, bonded by their mutual love for one Kara Danvers.
“Don’t fuck it up.” Alex said, after several beats of silence.
“I’m sorry?”
“With Kara, don’t fuck it up. She cares about you, anyone could see that, and you care about her. So why haven’t you made a move yet?”
Lena struggled to find a reply, settling with a feeble “I don’t know.”
Alex nodded; her point made by the CEO’s response.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. I know my sister, and if her reactions around you are anything to go by, you’ll get a positive response. If you don’t try, she’ll keep dancing around you forever. She’s just as worried about fucking it up as you are. Take a leap, it’ll be worth it. Kelly taught me that,” the redhead smiled as she thought of her girlfriend, then nodded her head in the direction of where the others sat. “C’mon, they’ll think I’ve murdered you at this rate.”
Lena chuckled, and followed Alex out back into the living room. She was met by Kara’s concerned gaze and was immediately questioned as she sat beside her on the couch.
“Are you ok? What did Alex want?”
“Nothing much, we were just bonding over our love of scotch. And you. Not to inflate your ego any further.”
Kara’s face broke out into a pretty blush as they returned to the game.
“That’s nice,” the blonde said, several minutes after their conversation ended.
“Yeah,” replied Lena, almost immediately. “Yeah, it was.”
Lena only received encouraging glances from Alex after that, leaving her to wonder if she had just been wing-womaned by Kara’s older sister.
Alex’s words followed Lena around for the next several months, reverberating around her skull the second she had time alone with Kara, mocking her inability to tell her how she felt.
She had come close to blurting it out a total of five times, each of those being interrupted by Lily, other people, or Lena chickening out. It had begun to feel like the universe was actively working against her, Right up until a warm summer’s night in the middle of the working week.
They had been baking together during the day, Lena, Kara and Lily. Piles upon piles of various flavours of cupcakes sat on Lena’s dining room table, waiting to inevitably be devoured by Kara the moment she got hungry.
Lily had been put to bed, leaving Kara and Lena to clean up.
“How do you two manage to always make such a mess. It’s insane,” Lena declared, laughing.
“It’s called creativity Lena. It doesn’t stop for a little bit of mess,” Kara picked up the tea towel which had been flung across the room by the youngest Luthor. “Oh, Lena. You’ve got a bit of something on your face.”
Lena stood up from where she was wiping the sticky buttercream icing off of the floor.
“I have? Where?” She lifted her hand aimlessly to wipe around her face. There was, of course, nothing there.
“Here, let me help,” Kara said, keeping a straight face as she approached Lena. She brushed several loose, dark strands of hair out of her face, and tucked them behind her ear. The CEO gulped, which Kara picked up on.
The blonde then moved her hand as if to wipe away a smudge off of the other woman’s cheek, but at the last minute, brought out a glass from behind her back and tipped the contents, freezing cold water, over her head. There was not much in the glass, but it was enough to make Lena’s hair stick to her face and render her white shirt partially see-through.
She gasped in shock and annoyance.
“Oh, you little-“ Lena shout-whispered over the sound of Kara’s barely stifled laughter. She pulled the chocolate icing covered spatula from the bowl in the sink and wiped it over Kara’s midsection in revenge, effectively stopping her laughter.
“Oh, you’re so in for it now,” Kara said, lunging for Lena and causing her to run away with a squeak. She put on a little superspeed and was in front of Lena fast enough to sprinkle flour over her head before she could dodge out of the way. Lena sighed in exasperation and reached for the spatula once more, but Kara was gone before she could retaliate.
The apartment was filled with laughter from their impromptu food fight as Lena raised her hands in surrender, giving in to Kara.
“I yield! I yield!” She exclaimed; cheeks red with exhaustion.
“What do I get for winning?” Kara asked cheekily.
“Come over here and you’ll see,” Lena said suggestively, a sultry smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
“Hmmm I like the sound of that,” Kara said, entering Lena’s personal space so they were inches apart. Lena lifted onto her tiptoes, bringing herself even closer. The blonde could feel the laboured breaths hitting her own lips, and her heart seemingly beat out of her chest.
“Idiot,” Lena whispered, millimetres away from Kara’s lips. Before Kara could react, an entire glass of water was being poured upon her head, an imitation of what she herself had done minutes earlier. She jumped back in shock, dripping all over the floor as Lena keeled over with laughter.
Kara laughed alongside her, pushing out a hand to help her stand up again, then going in for a hug.
“Noooooo!” Lena exclaimed, trying to squirm away from the soggy Superhero.
Kara already had her pinned against the counter, however, and she held Lena’s hands away from her as she enveloped her in possibly the coldest hug either of them had ever participated in.
Lena gave in, reciprocating the hug and tucking her head into the droplet covered neck of the blonde with a sigh of defeat. Kara brought her hands to rest around her waist intimately, and Lena’s newly freed hands made their way to the other woman’s shoulders.
She brought her head back from the embrace and rested their foreheads together.
“We should probably clean up again now,” she said with a light chuckle, whispering croakily, a product of being in close proximity to Kara.
“Do you want to move?” Kara replied, already knowing the answer.
“No,” Lena answered, closing her eyes and taking in the situation.
They stayed in each other’s grasp, entwined with one another for several more minutes, the time passing way too quickly in the way that it does when you wish to savour tender moments.
After some time, Kara began to pull away, but was halted by Lena’s grip on her wrist, tugging her back.
“Wait, please,” she said, the vulnerability clear in her shaking voice and wide eyes. “I need to say something.”
Kara nodded in acknowledgement and took Lena’s hand into her own.
“Come out onto the balcony, there’s something I need to say too.”
Lena allowed herself to be led out of the sliding doors and into the warm summer night’s breeze. She savoured the way the air felt against her flushed cheeks, and took a deep breath in.
They leant against the balcony railing; fingers still threaded together.
“This is nice,” Kara stated, eyes focused on the pint where their hands met. Lena simply nodded in agreement, too choked up in her own words to say much else.
The silence was thick, tension running wild between the pair, both waiting for the other to make a move. Exactly what Alex had warned Lena about. She let out a little laugh at the hilarity of the older Danvers being right after meeting her one time.
“What’s funny?” Kara asked seriously.
“Nothing really,” Lena replied, choosing her words carefully. “It’s just, your sister was right.”
“She was?” Kara said in shock. “I mean, that doesn’t happen often. What was she right about?”
Lena stared up into the sky, the stars twinkling back at her, egging her on, giving her the confidence to continue.
“She was right about us. She said if I didn’t make a move, we’d keep dancing around each other forever.”
“Huh,” Kara said contemplatively. “Well, I’d hate for her to be right,” pause. “Do you wanna rectify that?”
Lena met Kara’s eyes in a shocked gaze, lost for words.
“I- uhh- yeah. Yeah. Yesplease. Yeah. I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
Kara slowly inched towards Lena, giving her an out. When none came, she moved so their lips were just barely brushing.
“I love you,” Lena blurted out, before it could move any further. Kara simply looked into her eyes with the most tender of gazes, full of the sheer amount of affection they held for the woman she was looking at.
“Oh Lena,” she said. “I love you too.”
And with that, Lena surged forwards, pressing their lips together in a clumsy, yet well intentioned kiss. Lena felt as if the stars were aligning as Kara brought one arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as her other hand gently scratched the hairs at the nape of her neck.
When they eventually ran out of air, Lena pulled back and rested her forehead against Kara in an imitation of their earlier position during the food fight, this time much improved.
Lena did not even notice she was crying until Kara brushed away the tears with the sleeve of her jumper, hands resting on her cheeks.
“We’re really silly,” Kara stated, not expecting an answer.
“Yeah, yeah we are,” Lena replied, smiling happily at the woman she loved.
The stars and the moon shone on above them, but the world felt insignificant as they existed in their own little bubble of adoration, no words needed to convey the mutual affection they felt for one another.
Their bubble was popped by Lily calling out for Kara as she experienced a nightmare, the pair venturing back inside, door closing behind them as another one opened, moving into the uncertainty together.
Whatever the future held, it was a given fact.
Lena Luthor Loved Kara Danvers.
And Kara Danvers loved Lena Luthor.