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The evening had started off perfectly. Kara and Lena were curled up on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them as they binged their favourite sci-fi series. It was their little tradition, a way to unwind after a week of saving the world and running a corporate empire. But even the most perfect evenings can take an unexpected turn.
It was a silly argument, really. Kara had made an offhand comment about Lena’s latest invention, a remark meant to be teasing but that Lena took to heart. Before they knew it, words were exchanged, each one a little sharper than the last.
“I just think you could take a break from inventing things that could potentially end the world,” Kara said with a half-smile, not realising the weight of her words.
Lena’s eyes narrowed. “And I suppose you’d prefer if I just sat around doing nothing while you fly off to save the day?”
Kara’s smile faltered. “That’s not what I meant, Lena.”
But the damage was done. The air grew tense, and the distance between them on the couch felt like miles. Lena stood up abruptly, her voice cold. “Maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight.”
Kara watched, stunned, as Lena retreated to their bedroom, the door closing with a soft but final click. She sighed, looking at the empty space beside her. The popcorn had lost its taste, and the laughter from the TV show seemed mocking now.
Hours passed, and the apartment grew quiet. Kara lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She could hear the faint ticking of the clock, each second a reminder of the silly fight that had driven a wedge between them. She missed Lena already, missed the warmth of her beside her, the soft sound of her breathing.
Finally, unable to bear the separation any longer, Lena emerged from the bedroom. She found Kara on the couch, a blanket pulled up to her chin, her eyes closed. Lena’s heart clenched at the sight. This was ridiculous. They were married, for Rao’s sake. They shouldn’t be fighting over something so trivial.
“Kara,” Lena whispered, her voice softening. “Come to bed.”
Kara’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Lena’s. There was a vulnerability there, a silent plea for forgiveness. Lena extended her hand, and Kara took it, allowing herself to be pulled up from the couch.
They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Then, almost simultaneously, they began to speak.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“No, I shouldn’t have—”
They laughed, the tension breaking like a wave. Lena wrapped her arms around Kara, pulling her close. “I love you, you know. Even when you’re being an insufferable hero.”
Kara grinned, hugging Lena back. “And I love you, even when you're a stubborn genius.”
They made their way back to the bedroom, hand in hand. The bed was inviting, a soft haven from the world outside. As they settled under the covers, Lena curled into Kara’s side, her head resting on her shoulder.
“Let’s never go to bed angry again,” Lena murmured, her voice muffled against Kara’s shirt.
“It’s a deal,” Kara replied, kissing the top of Lena’s head. “From now on, all fights end in cuddles.”
Lena chuckled, the sound music to Kara’s ears. “Cuddles are a much better use of our time.”
They lay there in the quiet, the earlier fight a distant memory. It was moments like these that mattered, the simple, unguarded moments where they were just Kara and Lena, no capes or boardrooms to separate them.
As sleep began to claim them, Kara whispered into the darkness, “Goodnight, Mrs. Danvers-Luthor.”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers,” Lena replied, her voice already heavy with sleep.
And with that, they drifted off, the silly fight forgotten, their love the only thing that remained.