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“Are you coming?” Lena said, walking briskly towards her office.
Jess followed close behind, juggling a garment bag, shoe box, small day bag, and makeup bag, somehow distributing them all between her hands, arms, and shoulders.. As Lena huffed along, she tried not to sound desperate, or needy, but she did need Kara at the gala tonight. After the day she’d had, she didn’t think she’d survive another one of these unbearable galas and their glad-handing politicians and investors and shareholders, all leering and ogling her as she slinked about in evening wear. She would much rather do something else. Preferably with Kara.
“Of course I am!” Kara said, cheerfully. “I just need to get dressed and head over.”
“What about our, ah, guest of honor?”
“She’ll make it,” Kara said, cheerfully. “I’ll bet she beats me there. I hope I get to see you both!”
Kara sounded a touch nervous, a little unsettled by the question. Lena knew it was a presumption, asking her to bring Supergirl to the gala, but she was raising money for a new wing of the children’s hospital, and nothing opened hearts and checkbooks like a visit from National City’s own Maid of Might.
Not that Lena minded seeing her, either. Not that she had any designs on the city’s darling hero; she was just window shopping.
One might say she had a type.
“Perfect, I can’t wait. I hope we have some time to catch up- I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“I know. I miss you too. How late do you think this will run? Maybe we can,um, if you want, we could maybe hang out after, maybe get a cup of coffee...”
Lena’s heart jolted in her chest. The cynical, cruel, confident-that-Kara-was-straight part of her tamped down her excitement. Kara always stumbled over her words and blushed and stammered, it wasn’t because she had a crush on Lena, as much as Lena might want that. Lena was the one nursing the futile crush, hopelessly pining for the straight girl, wasting her life away wishing for more than what might maybe be a stolen glance if you’re being optimistic.
“Not too late, I’m sure,” said Lena. “I’m not doing this for fun. This might be a good night for a movie night, don’t you think? We could hang out at your place a little.
“That does sound fun.”
Lena grinned in spite of herself. “It’s a date.”
Of course, she winced, but at least she hadn’t caught herself and started stammering this time.
She could practically hear Kara grinning on the other end of the call. “See you there.”
Kara hung up, and Lena swept into her office, shooing Jess away as soon as the garment bag had found a hook. She pushed the button to lock her doors and set about readying herself. Lena spent so little time in her own penthouse that she’d had a full en-suite bathroom built adjacent to her office and her sofa converted into a bed. At times, she wasn’t sure why she had an apartment at all. It was probably just to seem normal. Normal people have apartments, and lives, and existence outside of work. Normal people.
It felt… empty, back at her place. At least here she felt a sense of purpose. At home she had end tables and everything was very white and minimalist and sometimes she wondered if she hadn’t adopted minimalism as a style because she lacked the imagination to have a style in the first place. It was a sharp contrast to Kara’s cozy, chaotic, rent-controlled loft.
She quickly stripped out of her daytime attire -a three piece purple skirt-suit- and stuffed her hair into a shower cap to scrub away dried sweat and the self importance of old men who treated her like she was still fourteen years old and hiding behind her father and brother.
If someone watched her prepare, they’d accuse her of treating this like a date. She shaved and exfoliated, plucked errant escapees from her eyebrows and expertly applied the perfect Lena Luthor look; tonight she would go all out, with a dark plum lipstick and a blue-green metallic eyeshadow that would emphasize her subtle heterochromia for anyone who took a close look, and there was one person that was meant for.
Next went on the dress. A jet black silken evening gown with a high slit on one side, carefully fitted to every curve and sweep of her body. She normally hated wearing something like this to an event; it didn’t help that Lillian had called her a whore the first time she wore something even a little skimpy
(like your mother!)
but tonight it made her feel powerful. She needed a little double sided tape to set the bust in place, but once it was, Lena knew she was an absolute showstopper. She didn’t call her breasts her best feature -that was her brain, thank you- but they were definitely in the top five. Hell, top three, and she knew it. She looked at herself in the mirror as she gave her hair a final spray and set it in a shining coil over one shoulder, and silently prayed that she was right, that She would notice.
Lena’s heart had skipped a little when Kara suggested coffee after- Lena was working up the strength to ask the same question herself. She invited Kara but didn’t offer to pick her up in the limo, like they were going to the prom or something; she didn’t want it too seem too much like Lena was making it a date, like she was about to force the issue. What she really wanted was for Kara, delightful scatterbrained beefy Kara, to sweep her off her feet. The best way she could think of to get there was dressing like a princess.
To that end, she pulled on a pair of white opera gloves and signaled for her driver.
She met him on the private level of the parking garage, with Jess standing by, chattering about the final arrangements for the evening. Lena barely heard her, and didn’t much care. Lena yawned, wishing she could be fresh for this.
Frank, the driver, said, “You look wonderful tonight, ma’am. I hope she likes it.”
Lena shot him a sharp look, and another to Jess, but said nothing. Of all the people in the world, she would allow them both this indulgence, if only rarely. She smiled and sank into her plush seat, stomach churning with butterflies as she was driven across town.
The Gala was to be held on the rooftop garden at the hospital, normally used for therapeutic purposes for the kids. Lena took the ambulance entrance and a service elevator up to avoid the press, flanked by private security that Jess hired.
They were wholly unnecessary.
A local radio announcer for the National City Lakehawks, working as master of ceremonies, announced Lena’s arrival to the guests and she was greeted by the mayor, several city council members, a state senator, and various other totally uninteresting people. She started to wish she’d thought to wear a jacket or something after the fifth one stared openly at her tits, but soon the attention was drawn away from her assets when someone cried “Look! Up in the sky!”
Oh, of course.
Supergirl flew lazily over the rooftop, swinging her legs down and, somehow without flipping up that short skirt of hers, came to a graceful landing in the center of the festivities. She gave her head that trademark little shake she always did and brushed back the one side of her (gorgeous) hair behind her ear and smiled warmly, greeting her way through the crowd and stopping for selfies as she made her way to Lena.
Finally, the two of them met. Supergirl stepped away from the mayor and turned to Lena, then stopped dead in her tracks. Her heels skidded a little on the ground and she almost looked comical, like a cartoon character exaggerating a sudden stop. She brushed at her hair again, in a peculiar, absent motion, almost like she was trying to adjust something over her eyes.
She was staring directly at Lena’s cleavage. It was absurdly obvious where her gaze had landed. Lena’s heart raced, and she stopped in place too, staring at the hero.
Supergirl was quite a sight herself. Broad shouldered, muscles flexing and bunching under the fabric of her suit, even her abs visible through it, her legs lithe and muscled and was her skirt really that short? If not for the cape, the skirt would be almost flared out over her very meatily muscled ass.
Lena cleared her throat.
“Miss Luthor!” Supergirl said, turning a brilliant scarlet. “Uhh, fancy meeting you here!”
Lena quirked her eyebrow. “Where’s your invitation, Supergirl?”
“Well, I got one, but I don’t have any pockets in this thing…”
“You should get a utility belt,” said Lena. “Stop by my office one day, I’ll design one for you.”
“Batman might sue me,” said Supergirl, grinning.
What I wouldn’t give for her to rail me in this dress, Lena thought, then felt a real moment of shame for it. Supergirl was a fantasy, the person she really wanted wasn’t here yet. Where was she, anyway?
Supergirl fell in alongside her, and Lena introduced her around, to people who had mostly already either met her in passing or awarded her the keys to the city. She made sure to tell each and every one how closely she worked with Miss Luthor and how the hospital was such a good cause, almost to the point of absurdity, but the donors lapped it up and promised extravagant donations.
The gala was going well. The wait staff were making a fortune in tips and the table games she’d set up -with city permission, of course- were going to make a mint for the construction fund, and Jess had already texted her about seven figure donations.
Supergirl turned to Lena.
“I can’t stay. There’s an emergency.”
“Super-hearing?”
“You got it.”
Lena knew by now to take a few steps back. Supergirl gave her a wink that would have liquefied her underwear, if she’d been wearing any, bent her knees slightly, and rocketed into the air to a thunder of applause and cheers.
“Miss Luthor,” one of the security guards said, “Your guest is here.”
Kara swept out onto the roof as they escorted her up, and Lena’s heart leapt to her throat. Kara had done the most devastating, most dangerous of things, she had worn a suit. A well-tailored, three piece blue suit with a maroon-and-gold checked necktie, and though her hair was bound high on her head in a french braid that slinked down her back.. She stopped and let the blazer hang open as she slipped her hands in her pockets and surveyed the crowd- then spotted Lena and started forward.
Kara froze in her tracks, skidding a little on her heels, eyes wide behind her glasses as she stared directly at Lena’s chest.
Jackpot! Lena thought.
She also felt half naked and exposed, moreso than before. Kara let herself get an eyeful, then looked up, clearly trying not to blush and failing spectacularly.
“Hi-hi Lena,” she choked out. “Nice dress.”
As she said, it, Kara reached up, and in a single, nervous motion, adjusted her glasses and then brushed back some of her hair.
Lena’s mouth fell open. Her heart pounded in her chest and her knees went weak. The world tilted a little, threatening to spin. She looked at Kara, really looked. The shape of her jaw, the set of her broad shoulders, the biceps straining the fabric of her sleeves, it was all there, and if that wasn’t enough, she had the scar. The scar. The tiny, almost imperceptible mark, little more than a blemish, hiding above her brow, usually hidden by the frame of her spectacles.
Kara didn’t just look like Supergirl, or stare at Lena like Supergirl, she was Supergirl.
“Are you okay?” Kara said, racing forward. She took Lena’s elbows gently in her hands and steadied her.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just not a lot of sleep and a lot of work, Kara. How have you been?”
“Things have gotten complicated for me lately,” Kara said, and Lena felt a pang of fear. What did that mean?
Kara’s eyes kept flicking down to her chest, but it didn’t seem to be for ogling. Then it hit her: Kara had super-senses. She could hear Lena’s heartbeat, read her vitals.
Lena straightened. Kara hadn’t told her, and Lena couldn’t let on that she knew. She adjusted herself -reaching for a pair of phantom glasses she hadn’t worn in years, just like Kara had a few minutes ago- and breathed out slowly.
“You look exhausted. Maybe we should sneak away?”
Lena swallowed hard. “No, not yet. I have to work the crowd a little more.”
“Well, I’ll protect you,” Kara announced, proudly.
Kara slipped out of her suit coat and offered it to Lena. Without a second thought, she accepted, sliding backwards into it as Kara adjusted the collar around her neck. Closing the jacket made the whole cleavage thing even worse, practically dragging the eye right into her tits, so she let it hang open. It was chilly up here, and she was grateful for the warmth.
More than that, though… wearing her jacket this way sent a thrill up Lena’s spine. Kara, even in flat shoes, stood over her and close to her, protectively. Having dispensed with her jacket, Kara loosened her tie and top button, and Lena had to choke and swallow hard to force her heart back where it belonged. God, Kara was so gorgeous, so handsome, and the dress shirt she’d chosen clung to every womanly curve and hard plane of muscle. How did no one else see it?
Her disguise was glasses? Glasses? How had Lena not seen it?
“Do I have something on my face?” said Kara.
“No. You’re beautiful.”
Lena wanted to slap herself for her own stupidity at just blurting that out, but Kara blushed scarlet again.
“Thank you,” she said.
Lena circulated. No one commented on her change in attire, but there were looks. There was more than that. An old professor of Lena’s, now a research department head at Star Labs, got flirty with her in a condescending, teacher-student way. Kara squared up behind her, shoulders back, and put a hand on the small of Lena’s back that threatened to wrap around her hip and pull her in. No words were exchanged, but her septuagenarian suitor got the message and moved off to greener pastures.
“Creep,” Kara murmured.
“He was one of my teachers. I got that a lot.”
Kara sighed. “I think everyone you meet falls a little in love with you. That doesn’t make it okay, though. People should know better.”
“Better than what?”
“Than to creep on you.”
“Mmm. Well, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I have you around to protect me. You said you would, remember?”
“Of course.”Lena felt her clutch buzz in her hand and checked her phone. Jess was elated; they’d reached their goal and then some. The job was done.
“What was that about?” said Kara.
“We raised almost double what we need for the expansion,” said Lena.
“That’s wonderful,” said Kara.
“It also means I’m done here. Let’s go.”
“I’ll have to find somewhere to change out of this dress.”
Kara smirked. “I think I like the dress, but it doesn’t look comfortable.”
“Nothing that requires adhesive to stay up is comfortable, darling, but if you like it, I’ll keep it on for a while.”
They were bantering about her clothes, Lena realized. Kara had sort of obliquely come alongside making a joke about Lena’s boobs. Was this happening? Was she going to… could this be?
You know she’s straight, that little voice, which sounded very much like Lillian, whispered. Why do you do this to yourself? Just buy some cats and some more vibrators and accept your lot in life.
“If you need something to change into, something of mine would probably fit,” said Kara. “I’ve got an old Midvale High Matheletes hoodie that would be perfect for you.”
Lena was going to have a heart attack. She’d die happy, but this was too much. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to keep a straight face save for an arched eyebrow and the hint of a smirk as she looked at Kara.
“It’ll be fun”, Kara said, sheepish. “We could stay up and watch scary movies.”
“I think I’d like that. Why don’t we take my car?”
Lena felt like she was going home from the prom, or at least she imagined that this is what those normal teenage experiences felt like; she’d never had the pleasure. At any rate, she was smiling foolishly as Kara escorted her to the elevator and, as planned, they took another, different exit and hurriedly bundled into the car as Frank closed the door behind them.
As Lena scooted to the far side, Kara sank into the deep bucket of the leather seat and looked around in slight awe. She’d never been in one of Lena’s cars before.
“I haven’t been in a limo since… ummm… ever,” said Kara. She patted the leather. “This is nice.”
Lena turned in her seat, crossed her leg over so that the dress bared it, and rested her cheek on her fist.
“Care for a drink?”
“Um,” said Kara.
Lena reached over and tapped a button on the door, and a cooler full of champagne, with a rack of glasses, slid out. Kara stared at it nervously, after peeling her gaze away from Lena’s leg.
Cautiously, Kara pulled out one of the extravagantly expensive bottles and passed it to Lena. She used the car’s bespoke corkscrew to open it, holding the neck over the cooler as the contents foamed a little. Kara held the glasses while she poured.
“Should we toast?” said Lena.
“Um, to the children’s hospital?”
Lena smiled behind her glass. “To the children’s hospital.”
Their glasses clinked softly and Lena welcomed a long gulp of the bubbly down her throat, first cool and then warm. Kara sipped hers, and Lena could have sworn it was to stop herself from spilling it all over her face.
They were both quiet, finishing their flutes of champagne as the car rolled to a gentle stop and Frank opened the door. Kara stepped out first and, seemingly by instinct, offered Lena a hand, which she took. As she stood and Kara pulled her to her feet, Lena felt like a princess, escorted to her prince’s castle.
The castle was a touch dingy, though; Kara’s building had seen better days. As they stepped out of the elevator, one of Kara’s neighbors, an ornery older woman, poked her head out of her door, stared at them, then retreated without a word. Lena let herself giggle a little.
“The things that woman has seen,” said Lena.
“You have no idea,” Kara said, softly.
Kara followed Lena into the loft. She sighed as she pulled off her tie, with a soft whisper of silk on satin, and Lena felt her legs weaken as she watched. Kara shot her a look -probably wondering why her heart was skipping- but said nothing and smiled.
“I’ll go change.”
She made sure to shrug out of Kara’s jacket first- in front of Kara, knowing that she was showing off the upper half of her back, as prominently displayed as her boobs were. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled before strutting out of sight, shimmying out of the dress and suppressing little yelps as she picked off the tape that had been helping it in place. She draped it over a chair.
“The dresser under the window, top drawer on the right,” Kara called, from the kitchen.
Lena had tried this before and she’d always chickened out. Not tonight. Not tonight. She was staying the night. She pulled the drawer open and found the sweatshirt that Kara mentioned. It was clean and fresh but Lena still imagined it smelled a little like Kara anyway, the careworn fabric soft and homey, like its owner. She let it fall over her and found a pair of bottoms to pull on, and padded out into the hallway.
“There’s some makeup remover in the bathroom.”
Lena blinked, remembering that she still had a full face on. Her hands trembled as she cleaned it off, and ran a brush through her hair a few times, Kara’s brush. After washing her face, she looked like a different person- a person very few people ever saw: Lena. Not Lena Luthor, just Lena, the dorky kissless eighteen year old PhD candidate with no social skills who had doggedly taught herself to be a bombshell socialite because it was part of her inheritance.
When she stepped out into the living area, Kara looked up from a cookie sheet that she’d been spraying with oil in preparation for some greasy snacks. Her eyes went wide and her glasses drooped a little, and Lena felt a quick pang of fear that quickly turned into a strange little thrill as Kara looked her over, her lips unconsciously turning up into a small, delighted smile.
“I think I like you better like this.”
“It’s certainly more comfy.”
“You l-looked beautiful before, I mean,” Kara quickly added, “it’s just nice seeing you. The real Lena. You’re so…” Kara made a soft glrrk sound, like she was forcing the words out, “soft and pretty.”
Lena’s heart raced.
“Are you okay?” said Kara.
“Fine,” Lena squeaked.
Kara had kicked her shoes off and was in her stocking feet, walking around the loft.
“I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”
“Let’s not do coffee,” said Lena. “Not on top of champagne.”
“Umm,” said Kara, “I have some wine.”
Trader Joes box wine, Lena knew, and it was a guilty pleasure.
“That sounds lovely.”
“I think we need snacks, too,” because of course she did, and she was already preheating the oven, and the air fryer, and had four sheet pans out to prepare frozen appetizers.
Lena settled on the couch. “I’ll pick us something to watch.”
“Not too scary, okay?”
“So no Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”
“Lena!”
“The Exorcist?”
Kara just made an annoyed noise.
“Okay, mildly scary. Come on over when you’re ready.”
“Thank you.”
Lena settled on the couch. She suddenly, desperately, wanted to know why Kara would be afraid of a guy with chainsaw. She could eat the chainsaw if she felt like it. She didn’t start the movie she had chosen yet, waiting for Kara.
Soon, all the snacks were in their various cooking apparati and Kara padded into the living room. She still had her glasses on but had freed her hair completely, and once again Lena wondered how the hell Kara’s hair just did that, falling in perfect, flawless waves as it spilled over her shoulders. Wait. Was it a Kryptonian thing? Did she have super hair? She wanted to feel it, touch it, let it slip through her fingers.
They’d been at the Chaste Hug stage of friendship for months now, nearly an agonizing year of pining and wishing, and Lena had cherished those little gestures, jealously guarded them in her heart, savoring each one, trying to read every tiny micro-movement for intention, for a sense of what Kara wanted it to be.
She still remembered the first hug. Kara had just done it, hugged her out of nowhere. It was a Friend Hug, with hands on shoulders and no real pressure between their bodies, the most intimate aspect being a quick brushing of cheek-on-cheek, Kara’s unbelievably soft skin just barely touching Lena’s. Lena had actually wondered if Kara had been sick that day, her skin was so feverishly hot to the touch. Later on it had just become another of Kara’s quirks, like her maddening ability to eat her own weight in cheese poofs and breaded appetizers and stay a size five. Or how she was packed with muscle despite seemingly never exercising without Lena present.
“I’m going to change, I think,” said Kara. “I’ll be right back.”
Lena let herself sink into Kara’s couch and waited. She let the movie play and let her eyes go lidded, chastising herself for feeling a tad hungry when the snack-u-copia in the kitchen began to waft various scents through the apartment. She heard Kara walking through the kitchen just as the alarms began going off, and paused the movie, waiting.
Kara carried over three precariously balanced trays and arranged them on the table, but she could have been carrying a miniature polka-dotted elephant, and Lena would not have noticed. Kara must have been feeling warm, because she’d changed into a tank top and basketball shorts, and Lena didn’t know where to stare first, at her long lithe legs or bare blocky shoulders or the way the tight waffle-knit fabric pulled tight across her abs and the swell of her breasts. Kara sank into the couch next to her and pulled her calves up to curl beside Lena, and Lena stared straight ahead.
Wait.
Was Kara playing gay chicken with her? If so, she started it, but still.
She looked over again, letting her gaze sweep up Kara’s body to her prominent collar bones and the way the muscles of her neck and shoulders formed a little hollow that would be a perfect place for Lena to rest her head, or start licking.
“What are we watching?”
“The Thing,” said Lena, hitting the play button. “Ever seen it?”
“No,” said Kara. “Is this another mean alien movie?”
“Something like that.”
Kara pulled one of the snack trays into her lap. Lena took a mac and cheese bite, ignoring the little voice of her mother castgating her for taking it, while Kara gobbled down the rest of them. Lena was more interested in the box of wine on the table and poured herself a half a tumbler full, downed it, and drank a bit more, hoping that some liquid courage would help her take the next step.
Kara did it for her. When they got to what Lena affectionately referred to as That Scene, Kara made little hops across the couch until they were side to side and, when the creature reared its slimy canine head and roared, buried her face in Lena’s shoulder.
She wasn’t sure if it was the booze or Kara’s choice of attire or just something in the air tonight, but Lena put her arm around Kara’s shoulders and pulled her in. They both froze, Kara seeming to forget the movie for a second as she realized what she’d done.
Kara’s arms were around Lena’s waist and she was tucked in close. Kara’s head was tucked under Lena’s chin and they were pressed in tight. Kara was actually shaking a little, touched by genuine fear.
“Hey,” Lena whispered, “Are you okay? We don’t have to watch this if it’s too scary.”
Kara licked her lips. “No, I… just hit play.”
Lena resumed the movie, but could barely pay attention to it. She’d seen it before, obviously -Lex had made sure to show this to her when she was ten, just so he could revel in her terror, but was surprised when she loved it- but the soft warmth of Kara pressed into her was almost too much.
Another frightening scene came and Kara tensed with a loud gasp, and Lena instinctively started running her fingers up and down Kara’s powerful arm, then squeezed when she gasped again.
Kara hid her face in Lena’s shoulder during some of the worst scenes, and Lena paused the playback again.
“Kara, darling, you don’t have to-”
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
Lena reached for the remote, but let it lay. She drew back slightly, letting Kara look up at her, a little red-faced with teary eyes.
“I don’t think you are.”
Kara sat up, pulling away from her, and Lena regretted pushing it. She sat forward on the couch, leaning on her knees, and looked down at the now-empty plate of food, as if the crumbs sitting there had some kind of insight for her. She reached up and started to pull at her glasses, then stopped, her fingers curling beside them as she chewed something in a clenched jaw.
“Lena,” Kara said, very, very softly, “Do you ever think about… stuff?”
Lena blinked. “Yes, I think about stuff quite a bit.”
Kara shook her head, muttering something unintelligible. “I don’t know how to do this. I’m worried it might be… I don’t want to screw things up.”
Lena felt like she’d been dunked in cold water. Was this happening? Was she reading Kara wrong? Was she about to be told to back off, to keep her hands to herself, to-
“Why did you wear that dress tonight?” said Kara.
Lena swallowed, hard. Decision time. A hundred excuses popped into her head. She could deflect. She could get mad- what business of it was Kara’s what Lena chose to wear? Kara didn’t sound angry, or bitter, or annoyed, or judgmental. She sounded a little hopeful.
“I was hoping you’d notice it,” said Lena. “I was hoping you’d like the way I looked in it. I’ve noticed how you look at me sometimes and I… I just wanted more of that. For you to look at me like that.”
Kara looked over at her.
“That’s why I wore that suit. You seem to like it when I wear a suit.”
“I do,” said Lena. “You look good in them. Strong. Bold. Powerful. And so beautiful.”
Kara was staring at her now, wide-eyed, and slowly sat up and moved closer, turning in her seat.
“I noticed,” Kara said, barely more than a whisper, openly looking at Lena, now, looking at her hard as if she were still barely clad in that slinky black dress, “I really noticed. It looked amazing on you.”
“So you, ah, you like what you see.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” said Lena.
Kara bit her lip, not seductively but pensively, and suddenly looked away, the color draining from her face. “I…” she began, then started to rise.
Lena grabbed her wrist before she could escape, holding on tight, but she didn’t need to. Kara was always shockingly gentle whenever they touched, of course, and she didn’t even try to pull away.
“Kara, come here,” said Lena.
Kara sat back down, shifting back to Lena’s side. Lena let her wrist go, then carefully, slowly, and very deliberately brought her hands up to frame Kara’s face, taking the earpieces of her glasses lightly between her fingers.
“What are you doing?” said Kara.
“Hoping my hunch is right, otherwise this is going to be incredibly awkward and probably kill the moment,” said Lena.
She pulled off Kara’s glasses and rested them on the table.
Kara blinked a few times, and Lena felt a soft pang of confusion and fear when a single tear glittered from Kara’s eye and fell down her cheek.
“I already know, darling,” said Lena.
“How?”
Lena smiled. “Because the only person who looks at me the way Supergirl looked at me tonight, is you.”
Kara’s throat bobbed and she smiled, lunging forward, only to stop at the last moment, her lips inches from Lena’s, her breath tickling the sensitive skin under Lena’s nose.
“How was she looking at you tonight?” Kara murmured.
“Like she was going to take me right there.”
Kara pressed slightly closer. “Is this okay?”
Lena answered by kissing her very lightly, gently, then pulling back to see if she followed, and she did. Kara lunged on top of her and Lena threw her leg around her, pulling her in, as Kara kissed her voraciously, lasciviously, so filthily that Lena thought she might lose it then and there, even as Kara ground against her and Lena’s hand snaked up her back, fingers digging into the hard, corded muscles flexing there. She giggled like an idiot when Kara’s hand slipped under her borrowed top and took a gentle handful of breath, Kara letting out a little satisfied sigh into Lena’s mouth.
Breathing hard, Lena rolled her hips to urge her on, but Kara drew back.
“Can we finish the movie?”
Lena blinked, a little disappointed but more curious as she sat up. Kara shuffled a little and curled up against Lena again, this time a little more boldly, stretching her legs across Lena’s lap, which Lena encouraged by wrapping her fingers around Kara’s bare thigh. Heart pounding, Lena grabbed the remote and started it up again.
Kara was either absolutely terrified or was very, very good at faking it. She clung to Lena as if the slavering shapeshifting monstrosity on the screen was about to burst into the living room and jump her, whimpering during the climax of the film and remaining curled into her shoulder for fifteen minutes after the credits rolled.
After a while, she finally seemed to calm.
“Kara, were you really that scared?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Lena blinked. “What?”
“Thank you for letting me be scared, Lena. For not treating it like a joke or expecting me to be super brave all the time. I just need to be normal sometimes. I’ve never had that.”
The touch of sadness in Kara’s voice made Lena’s breath catch, and she wrapped both arms around her and squeezed, hard, partly knowing that she couldn’t harm her, but more than that, needing proof that this was real. Kara hugged her back, far more delicately.
“It’s okay, Kara. I won’t let the thing get you.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, earlier, when we were, ah…” Lena started. “I think we need to have another go at that.”
Kara drew back and smiled wickedly, sending a thrill up Lena’s spine. She moved quickly, a little too quickly, and when she stood up, she took Lena with her, easily lifting her off the couch, now curled in Kara’s arms, without even the slightest appearance of effort. She smirked, drinking in the surprised look on Lena’s face.
“Ready for bed?” Kara said, her voice low and heavy.
Lena nodded. “Put me down.”
Kara blinked. “What?”
“I’m going to go put the dress back on, darling.”