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"Well, that was science." Lena says.
Kara was listening to every syllable, every hesitant pause, the flittering heartbeats, the gentle rushing of blood high on Lena's cheeks, even the bit about 'science.' And yet all she wanted to say was that it had nothing to do with science, but everything to do with Lena's spirit.
The admiration in Kara's eyes is wondrous to behold and those feelings in Lena's heart stir, magic still rushing beneath her skin. A need arises to close that distance, but she resists, uncertainty rooting her to the spot as she smiles at Kara.
"I thought about protecting you."
“I could hear.”
It may be the worst time for this kind of decision, but she is done with denial. Her senses are swirling with Lena's presence, love, and magic. Resistance is how they’d been torn asunder. But she is here and Lena is so open and-Kara gently floats closer.
"I wasn't sure if my magic would work." Lena admits, a slight waver in her voice as her fingers twist together. Kara's closeness emboldens her and she reaches out with trembling hands. "I don't know what we," she pauses, let's out a breath, "what I would have done if it hadn't."
Kara relaxes into the sensation of Lena’s palms meddling against the glyph of her household. “I have never been fearful ever,” Kara murmurs, her lips resting against Lena’s forehead. “I knew, I know...I've never doubted your abilities. I never will.” She hears Lena's heart stop.
"Your trust means everything to me," Lena whispers and the way that Kara's eyes soften with affection leaves her breathless beneath her arduous stare. That magic still humming at her fingertips rustles like a restless lion and she doesn't notice the way her hands glow with it.
A kaleidoscope. Spinning clarity, vivid patches, everything from Lena’s breath to the magic Kara senses flowing ardently in her cells. She can’t hold back the purr that grows in her own chest, something wild in her ravenous. Cocooning Lena in her arms, she shifts so their lips–
are inches apart, until they're almost breathing the same air. The way that Kara holds her is bold, wanting, and Lena wants, oh, she wants so fervently her heart aches. She spares a thought for the Team scattered within the Tower, that anyone could walk in at any moment and yet…
Kara kept them heatedly sculptured together. Only their lips untouched-Kara flowed them into one another, softly, perfectly, as if every atom, every star, every rasp, every chisel stroke of their lives has been a tidal wave waiting for the crest from this initial sealing of lips.
Lena's hands move to frame Kara's face and she moves in, slowly, pressing a chaste kiss to Kara's sun-kissed cheek. A soft breath shudders past Kara's lips, the sound making Lena weak in the knees and she's just about to do it again when the doors to the room abruptly burst open.
Kara’s every fiber had been tuned to her favorite radio station, Lena. Alas, she’d heard Brainy’s deft footfall all the same. Pulling away from Lena felt like falling into a sink hole of Kryptonite, but she did. Wanting their whisper soft reconstitution to be private and freeing.
Lena's reflexes slowed, and by the time she realizes they've been interrupted, Kara has already taken a respectable step back. It takes everything to orient herself, to prevent her body from swaying readily into Kara and she drops her hands, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat.
Kara’s grip is so hard on the medical bed that she crinkles the lip into a razor thin line.
“We think we’ve solved the puzzle of how to utilize the totem's energy.” Brainy met her eyes, clearly not aware of her and Lena’s frenzied heartbeats and the fiery moment they'd shared.
It takes a few seconds for Lena to register Brainy's words and note the quivering pulse of magic jumping at her fingertips in direct protest to the distance once again separating her and Kara. But she clears her throat, finally turning to him and the moment regrettably slips away.
It had been a busy, but successful day. Yet Kara was vibrating with a restless energy, it had been happening more frequently since her return from the Vrrosh Dokhahsh, as if her psyche had finally woken up. So here she was sitting on the tallest building in National City gazing at the stars.
She had been urvish of late, regardless of restlessness and the totem chaos. She knew this had to do with a certain pair of eyes, a specific heartbeat, a delectable pair of lips she had yet to taste with her own. The totality of what her shesur yearned for was right there.
A sweet breeze fluttered under her cape as she watched the play of twinkling stars in the ehsh. This was her zhgehv now and she had just as much right to thrive as any other zhehiod. She focused her vision and watched the Aurora Borealis dancing in the distance and then she was in the air.
Directing the totem exhausts Lena and she's lovingly coerced into going home. But being back in the penthouse is strange. The walls are bland, the rooms too clinical. There's an urge to go back to Kara, to her loft, to snuggle up beneath the soft worn blanket and await her return.
Instead, she fills her glass with a delicate amber wine and pads over to the balcony where she passes the time. As if summoned by thought, she sees her, an imposing figure high above the cityscape. There's a sharpness to her eyes and a regality to the way she holds herself as she draws near, a goddess among mortals. But the sharpness in her softens, and those otherworldly eyes hold Lena spellbound as she floats closer till she's suspended in the airspace next to the balcony.
"Supergirl." The name bursts from her lips with a reverence that makes Lena flush.
Kara lets her senses unfurl as she flies toward the one place her shesur desires. Letting go can be overwhelming, other times, like tonight, it is a canvas filled with all the colors of a palette, working in harmony. It suffuses Kara, her cape dancing in tandem on the breeze.
Her entire being seems to know what this flight means. She is the knight errant heading home - it is fitting. It is the most right she has felt since Krypton exploded before her eyes. Tuning in, she feels the magic gently flowing under Lena's skin, hears the cadence of her heart, gazes at her bent tiredly upon the railing of her balcony, then Lena catches her eye. Suddenly, her being softens, eyes never leaving Lena's, now, she understands why Krypton means 'Our Land' that is what swimming in Lena's ehl ehshov eyes is -her land, her haven.
Something clicks gently into place. Kara’s powers naturally focus on Lena in a way they have never before. Every part of her inside and out from her Kryptonian soul guided by Rao and the Girod to her yellow sun imbued body to her dhrroshium Kara Danvers zhehiod, fused together.
"Ms. Luthor." Kara replies, a soft chuckle leaving her lips though her entire body is taut, purposeful.
Stillness.
Jev.
Urvish
That is what swirls on the wind, what dances on the light in their eyes, as their souls sing to one another. Kara gently floats over the railing, never stopping, Lena turns completely in sync. Wildness throbs through Kara’s body. She can taste the echo radiating from Lena. She wraps around Lena like clouds do a mountain and finally their lips are bound. Kara has never felt such uchahvia.
Lena inhales a sharp breath, Kara's mouth a warm welcoming heat as her hands desperately curl around her neck, sliding over the smooth material of the supersuit and into silky blonde curls. Her magic reacts unprompted, a sensation rising against her palms to tease at Kara's skin.
Suddenly those emotions in her heart are amplified, the intensity of her yearning reflected in the warm wet heat of Kara's mouth and the soft bow of her lips. It's a long awaited kiss, one that burns with the intensity of an imploding star as Kara's mouth parts above hers and Lena arches against her, releasing a short breath as their lips briefly disconnect. Since Kara came into her life she's been breaking down Lena's defenses, slipping so effortlessly into the pieces of her until she'd made her home there: like she was always meant to be there.
And Lena loves her, the words she's long since held back wanting to rush to Kara, to spill out in the air around them.
"Kara," Lena breathes into her lips, drawing her down again for a wet, open kiss. The kiss turns desperate, needy and Lena's heart flutters, a shiver rushing through her as those white wisps at her fingers flutter and tangle in Kara's hair.
It draws a smile to Kara's lips, one that Lena feels mirrored on her own. And she can't help that her heart belongs to this woman, this woman who had been flung across the cosmos and into her arms.
Kara didn’t need to breathe much, but she wanted to devour the scent and taste of Lena into her being for eternity. Every atom of her body was awakened, yearning to savor every beauteous curve of Lena's body, her hands already ardently caressing her hips, her back, further still.
Only fleeting moments of light have broken up the dark boulders of her shesur. But hearing the wild, deep moans Lena is releasing, her powers tangled in the strands of Kara’s hair, her stepping onto Kara’s boots to weave the molten heat of their lips and tongues even closer.
Kara feels frenzied, her heat vision eyes blending with the magic pouring from Lena’s fingertips. Their heartbeats and moans storming across her senses. She wants to consume Lena’s body with her eyes, tongue; mark her with teeth and nails, piece by piece inhaling the only sounds and flavors she ever wants to know. She is tired of restraint, this kruvush of a woman emboldens her. The aching canyon that has been her shesur somehow every single moment of its creation makes sense - it’s her - the cosmos knew it was her for Kara.
This fragile, strong, brave person is what her shesur always needed - it’s the warmth she has never felt, the light she never understood until their body’s ravenously had caught up to what their souls already knew. The heat of Lena’s thighs tightly wrapped around Kara’s waist as she floats, no space between them, they are one.
Kara gently cups her hands around Lena’s face, bringing her impossibly closer, exposing her shesur, for the first time, she pours the words into Lena’s mouth, “Zhao w rrip, I love you. Nahn rrip w khap i ehrosh, you are my life.”
She hears a sob form in Lena's throat and bends forward with the sheer force of the emotions roiling through her. Kara tucks Lena firmly against her, wrapping them in her cape, and slowly takes them closer to the stars.The stars which she was hurled across to find her true zehdh.
Lena's heart is a fluttery mess, a vibration that lights her from the inside as Kara's lovely words brand themselves onto her soul. The kryptonese curling on her tongue is exquisite, and messy tears spill from Lena's eyes at the love that she can feel burning against her skin from Kara's every touch. She hadn't dared dream of being the one Kara would fall in love with. But now she's not sure how she could have missed this: the adoration and want tempering their every interaction. She clings tightly to Kara, lips trembling where they press against the underside of Kara's jaw as she closes her eyes.
"I love you too," the words pour out of her in sweet loving surrender. "I love you so much, Kara."
Her confession draws a shuddering breath from Kara's lips as they float higher in the sky and Kara holds her just a little tighter. Lena has never liked flying, never liked the swooping paralysis of nerves only eased by sedatives during flights. But Kara's strong arms hold her securely to the warmth of her body with National City as a sea of tiny dotted lights sprawling below. And she's not afraid.
Lena releases her tight hold on the woman, trembling hands shifting to frame Kara's face, pressing their foreheads together. The moon casts silvery light down upon them, making Kara's golden hair glow and her blue eyes shimmer and Lena falls just a little bit more in love as Kara leans in and kisses her.
It quickly morphs into something hot, heavy, and Lena can't help sighing Kara's name like a prayer to Rao himself. She shivers despite the cape keeping her in the cocoon of Kara's warm embrace as the vestiges of lust tease at the fluttery notes of love burning brightly in her chest, spilling from her lips into Kara's mouth in an approving moan as the kiss deepens and her body burns. Kara is all that she can feel, taste, touch, an all consuming mark branded onto Lena's quivering heart and Lena never wants to leave her side.
“Zhao,” Kara moans in the short bursts between their increasingly heated kisses. Zhao Zhao Zhao echoes through her zhor and shesur on a loop. Despite, or perhaps because of, the wild desire finally allowed to flare through her body; Kara has never felt closer to zhguzhor, to Rao.
Pausing, Kara nudges their foreheads together once more, her heart has never felt this rhythm, and then she gazes into Lena’s eyes, she loves, but, more so, she burns. She is a flame, a falling star, but with every heated touch, wild lick, and fervid caress she is sharpened.
It’s, as if, the only way to fully experience, fully connect with Rao was allowing herself to be both freed and marked by love. As she ardently suckles just under Lena’s chin she rolls them in the air so they are laid against one another as she flies them somewhere just for them.
Kara touches them down on a secluded rooftop across town, her arms searing around Lena’s waist, the edges of her eyes still aglow, their lips, barely apart.
“Where are we?” Lena asks absently, her hands secure on Kara’s glyph as she floats them toward a small case.
“I have a few of these around the country,” Kara kisses her deeply, fully.
Inside are a few essentials and Kara quickly unrolls a large sleeping bag. She holds out her hand, beckoning Lena near, and they are in one another’s arms again, lips dancing under the clear moonlit sky.