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Lena Luthor wouldn’t call herself ‘touch-starved’. She had plenty of contact when initiating handshakes between business partners, the constant lingering feeling of Lex’s hand on her shoulder, and Kara.
Kara was by far her favorite. She didn’t touch her indifferently or with a hint of malice, it was always pure and trusting, so different than what Lena was used to it would sometimes stun her into motionlessness.
But Kara was a busy woman. She was a reporter for CatCo working odd hours, she was Supergirl and constantly striding to defend National City and the world, and she helped out at the DEO almost daily. So, suffice to say, Kara didn’t really have much free time for Lena and, when she did, it was mainly lunches, not really the most prime opportunity for physical contact even if Kara gave her a small hug every time.
So, no, Lena was not touch-starved, she was simply a woman with limited friends and interactions outside of work, and an unrequited love for her best friend of 6 years. She was fine. She had to be fine, she was a Luthor after all, and no Luthor would allow touch to be the end of them (even if Lena craved it more than anything else).
But if Lena sometimes stole Kara’s hoodies on the rare occasion she was at her house and then slept with them on until they lost her scent, then that was normal, right? She had watched plenty of movies with similar plotlines and with Lena’s limited friendship experience, movies and Kara were her only examples (and Kara had admitted to being somewhat lacking in the girl friendship department so maybe they were both doing it wrong).
So what if Lena bought out CatCo for Kara to keep her job, or filled her entire office with flowers on Valentines Day, or bought her lunch and took her to galas, she could blame all that on her crush, not because of loneliness or need or anything similarly depressing.
And if Kara was coming over for movie night tonight and, upon hearing this news, Lena had washed, shaved, and put on her sexiest comfy clothes, then that was no one’s concern but hers and her hormones.
Lena was pacing the living room, waiting patiently (this was a blatant lie) for Kara to appear when a knock on her window startled her.
Kara was waving sheepishly, her super suit on full display and her long golden hair perfectly windswept. Lena had never told Kara this before, but she preferred her hair down and loose than up and tight in that ponytail she wore as a ‘disguise’, like she was a bird with her wings nailed down.
Lena pressed a button, opening the windows, and was immediately caught up in the joyful bubble that was Kara Danvers.
“Lena! Hey!” Kara grinned widely, floating into the room without any of the usual confidence the super suit came with. It was jarring, the complete 180 Kara seemed to do in suit to out, but Kara was kind in both, so Lena’s supposes it didn’t really matter (even if Lena dreams of knowing the full Kara).
“Hello Kara, how was work?” Lena walked closer to Kara as the super groaned, touching ground with a soft thud.
“Horrible! Snapper berated me again and I don’t even know what I did this time!” Kara pouted, folding her arms over her solid chest and straining the muscles along her forearms. (Lena wished those same arms would wrap around her and never let go.)
“I’m sorry darling, would potstickers make it better?” Lena would do anything to make Kara smile and paying a couple hundred dollars so Kara could have her fill was utterly worth it.
“Lena! You’re the best friend ever!” Lena inwardly cringed at the word ‘friend’. Even if she knew her straight best friend would never feel the same, that didn’t mean the reminder still didn’t sting.
Kara superspeeded to the bathroom and came back dressed in a shirt and shorts, her super suit flung over her shoulders. “Movie time!” Kara threw her super suit on the coffee table with perfect accuracy and blurred to the sofa where container after container of potstickers and pizza laid in front of her, along with a salad for Lena of course.
Kara sat on the sofa with a moan, already stuffing her face. (That noise really shouldn’t have turned Lena on so much.) Lena joined her after a moment of stuffing feelings deep, deep down into the dark recesses of her heart.
Lena sat about a foot from Kara, sure to limit all contact. Did she want to touch her? Of course, but Lena was trying to maintain self control and throwing herself at Kara any moment they were alone was not self control.
Kara was nonthewiser, too busy consuming her weight in potstickers to pay attention to her surroundings. So instead of letting that thought depress her, Lena tried to find a movie to watch.
Lena eventually started Up because it was the only Pixar movie that could make her cry and she wanted an excuse to.
At Ellie’s death, Kara mostly done with her food and only snacking occasionally, Lena started to sniffle. It wasn’t anything, her eyes were barely misty, but not much needed to be done for Kara to notice (and that knowledge gave Lena so many butterflies she couldn’t contain them all).
“Lena, come here.” Kara soothed, reaching for her hand that was originally clenched, and rubbing on it until Lena opened her palm up to the ministrations of Kara’s fingers.
Kara scooted closer and Lena tensed out of reflex. Being in a household where close proximity meant harsh correction or words of hurt, she still couldn’t quite shake the urge to hide away whenever someone got too close. But it was Kara and, god, did she want Kara to touch her.
Kara hummed slowly, used to the tensing at this point, and squeezed Lena’s shoulder. “It’s just me, Lena. You’re safe.” Kara murmured, quiet and firm. (Lena crossed her legs after feeling the reaction that deep voice in her ear did to her.)
“I know.” Lena whispered, leaning into Kara’s hand.
Kara smiled that radiant, disarming smile and wrapped her arm completely around Lena’s shoulder, pulling her into her side.
“As long as you know.” Kara’s voice rumbled through her chest and into Lena’s check, causing Lena to snuggle further, pull closer, anything to get near Kara and the calm she dispelled.
Kara hummed her pleasure, petting at Lena’s shoulder as the movie started to show Russel and his endless endeavor to get his Senior Citizens Badge.
Lena spent the majority of the movie mapping out all the areas of contact from her body to Kara’s. It wasn’t nearly enough (Lena believed she would have to be inside the super for her to feel satisfied), but she couldn’t afford to be greedy, not when Kara was her only friend, the only one willing to touch a Luthor with a 10ft pole.
At some point (one hour and seventeen minutes in), Kara shifted. She used the arm wrapped around Lena to push her up, forward, and into her lap. Lena had approximately 2.35 seconds to react before Kara rested her head on Lena’s shoulder and started to rub circles into the small of Lena’s back, a place that always made her melt. The second that contact started Lena was a goner. No rational thought could enter her head, not when Kara was drawing figure eights into the already flimsy material of her sleepshirt, so thin she could feel it raising goosebumps along her entire back.
Worse though than Lena being turned into a vegetable was the utterly pornographic noise she made the second Kara added any pressure to her back. It was a long, breathless, whine, so high she sounded on the verge of hyperventilating. Kara had paused for a second, a complete stillness only broken by Lena’s rapidly beating heart, but then Kara started her patterns up again like nothing ever happened (and if she added more pressure, and if Lena let slip a couple more noises, they didn’t speak of it).
By the end of the movie, or what Lena thought was the end, she stopped paying attention around thirty minutes ago, she was near asleep. The warmth and safety of Kara under her and the comfort of pressure and rhythm of her hand atop her combined to equal a sleepy Luthor, even if she wanted nothing more than to stay awake and enjoy every moment of this.
Kara seemed aware of her shifting consciousness, turning off the movie and grabbing a blanket to wrap around themselves. Lena tried to murmur ‘thank you’, but she’s pretty sure all that came out was ‘mmmhumf’.
Kara chuckled and kissed Lena’s head, whispering something about ‘safe’ and ‘protect’, but Lena wasn’t quite sure, Kara was still kissing her and she couldn’t really pull the rest of her brain capacity from that fact.
After a moment longer the world already darkening around the edges began to creep into the rest of her consciousness, allowing Lena to slip into that blackness she normally couldn’t find for hours and then could only keep for a little while before the sun reared its ugly head and woke her.
Her last thoughts before oblivion captured its latest victim was the half-awareness of another kiss being pressed to the crown of her head and the realization that, maybe, she was partially touch-starved if Kara Danvers could make the notorious nocturnal CEO sleep before midnight.