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Lena was having a bad day. Not one, but two of her ex-employees had tried to kill her by a rather pathetic box bomb and a poisoned coffee. The poison would have worked too if Lena wasn’t so focused that she forgot to even drink it until it had gone cold. And then there was the constant barrage of misogynistic men complaining about how far away her company was turning from Lex’s ideas.
Point was, it sucked and Lena wanted wine. Preferably red so she could pretend it was the blood of all who wronged her. (The list was long. She would need a lot of red.)
And that’s what she was doing, sitting on her (rather uncomfortable) sofa and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls and just about to open her first bottle she’d dubbed ‘Mother’ when the doorbell rang. And then rang again. And then there was frantic scratching, like a cat, and then a phone. Oh, her phone.
Lena stared at the door, waiting for the perpetrator to realize the entrance was 3ft of pure titanium with an enforced iron handle that only opened with a specialized fingerprint. No human (or the majority of aliens) was getting through. Her hand slowly grabbed her phone and brought it to her ear.
“He—”
“Lena! Hey!”
Lena paused, her heart rate slowing unconsciously at the familiarity of that sweet voice. “Kara, darling, hello.”
“Mm, Lena? Can, uh, you open the big door? It won’t open!”
Lena put two-and-two together rather quickly (she was the smartest woman in the world) and sighed fondly. “Kara, are you the crazy person trying to knock down my door?”
The pounding ceased, a rather adorable Shoot being heard over the phone. “Um, yeah? Doors usually open for me!”
Lena chuckled, standing up slowly and walking towards the door. “They do, do they?”
Lena could hear aggressive swooshing and thought maybe Kara was shaking her head. “Yes! All the time! It’s like creak and boom when it hits the ground. Doors are so loud, Lena. Why are they so loud? Maybe they should invent a thing—”
Kara pauses when Lena opens the door, a joyful smile lighting up her face. “Lena! Hi! Rao, you’re so pretty.”
Lena chuckled and fought off a blush, grabbing the reporter by her wrist and dragging her inside. “How much did you drink, darling?”
Kara followed obediently, like a puppy or perhaps a big cat. (Kara always gave off such an intense vibe that Lena had a hard time believing she was truly this awkward, especially after seeing her in her Supergirl persona.) Her eyes mapped the walls and furniture like she was taking everything in for the first time and didn’t want to miss a thing. (One point for big cat.)
“Like four or five glasses. Some guy kept buying them and it was so sweet, I couldn’t just not drink it, you know?” Kara mumbled absentmindedly, her fingers tracing a picture of Lena when she graduated from M.I.T. “Rao, Lena, you’re so smart. Like alien out-of-this-world smart. Like. Like! You could probably invent teleportation smart!”
Lena laughed, watching Kara with perhaps a little too much love in her eyes. “Thank you, darling.”
She dragged her eyes away eventually and went to the kitchen, filling a cup with water and grabbing three bags of Kara’s favorite chips. (Yes, she had a cabinet dedicated to Kara. No, it was not weird.) She brought them over to Kara who was now looking at a picture of her, Sam, and Ruby. Kara’s eyes were…misty?
“Lena~! You’re—you’re…so, Rao, so awesome. Why can’t people see how amazing you are?” Kara sniffled, stumbling backwards into a table.
Lena walked over and leaned her shoulder against Kara’s, a soft smile on her face when Kara turned to look. “I have your favorite chips. And some water.”
Kara smiled and took the offered items, finishing everything in an ungodly amount of time. (Was it strange if Lena found it cute?)
Kara licked the crumbs off her fingers, humming contently and all Lena could see was a lioness after a successful hunt.
Lena grasped Kara’s saliva-coated (kinda hot??) hands and dragged her to the sofa. “We can watch a show until you fall asleep?”
Kara was staring at their clasped hands, a look of surprise and something else on her face.
“Kara?”
“Huh?”
“A show?”
Kara blinked, looked at Lena, looked at their hands, and then cleared her throat. “Yeah! Yeah.”
Lena turned on Brooklyn 99 while Kara draped a pink blanket with dancing cats over them. (Kara mentioned liking it so Lena bought it.)
Kara’s hand slowly found its way back to Lena’s the further the show went. Lena’s heart rate skyrocketed when their fingers clasped, a shiver running down her spine. But that was fine, Lena would handle hand-holding. That was something all friends did, duh, it wasn’t even kinda gay and—
Holy fucking shit she’s kissing my hand.
Kara was, in fact, kissing the back of her hand. Apparently, while Lena was monologuing, Kara had brought their hands to her lips and started to fucking kiss her. Lena’s not freaking out, she’s not.
Lena whimpered, staring at those pink lips like they were a drink of water and she was a parched lady (which she very much was). The lips slipped over her hand, leaving behind little trails of spit in their wake. (Lena wanted nothing more than to be a hand.) It was erotic, and sweet, and gay, and a little disgusting, but it was Kara Danvers doing it. The straight-girl-next-door. There was no way Kara was gay or bi, no way.
“Rao Lena, you taste like stars.” A kiss. “Like Jupiter's storm.” A swipe of tongue. “My little storm.” A giggle against her hand that vibrated down, down, down into the pits.
And, yeah, okay, that was kinda gay. A little. And was it hot in here? ‘Cause Lena was hot as shit.
“K-Kara…”
Kara hummed low in her throat, her kisses now slowly moving up her wrist and towards her arm. Lena watched in awe for a moment before panic struck and she yanked her arm back, clutching it to her chest like a wound. Like an accusation. Like an answer.
Kara blinked owlishly and then pouted. “Lenaaa! I wanna kiss you~!”
Lena cringed back, her heart hammering so hard she swore it would jump out and strangle her because why did Lena make her stop. (She’s drunk. She’s drunk. She’s drunk.)
“Ask me…ask me tomorrow. Ask to kiss me tomorrow. Okay?”
Kara pouted some more but nodded.
“Good. Good. I’m, um, going to bed now.”
Lena stood abruptly and walked very fast to her bedroom. (She did not run. Luthor’s did not run.)
Her nighttime routine went by in a blur of colors, feelings, and jumbled thoughts. By the time she was under the covers in complete darkness, her mind was begging to be turned off.
Begging, begging, begging, Kara, please—
——————
She woke to a whispered curse and the feel of the bed giving way.
She turned her body slightly towards the weight, feeling the heat radiating off of it. It was cold, always so cold, and Lena craved warmth.
The body layed down under the covers and didn’t move for a moment, even their breathing seemed to stop. Lena opened her eyes a crack to stare at the shadow with strange blond hair, watching them as they watched her. Then the shadow whispered Lena and pushed right up to her front, a hand wrapping around her waist and pulling, pulling, pulling until her face was flush with a neck. A warm, lovely smelling neck that made Lena drowsy.
The shadow hummed, satisfied, and threw a leg over Lena’s, boxing her in. Lena had the vague idea that she didn’t like being boxed in, hated it, in fact, but right now she felt nothing but safe. Protected. The shadow was good, good for her. A good shadow.
“My shadow…” Lena mumbled, her lips moving against the neck.
The shadow tightened their hold and buried their head in her hair. She hoped they liked her smell too.
“Lena, my storm. Rao tevn-at.”
Lena smiled. She liked that language, it was pretty and the shadow’s voice had an attractive lilt when they spoke it.
The room got quiet again, the only noise her and her shadow's breathing synchronizing into one perfect melody, fit for the stars.
———
There was warmth. A startling, heavy sort of warmth that made your body thick and dense, too solid to move. It was a comforting heat that made Lena sink further into the bed and the softness of the warmth itself, cuddling ever closer to this feeling of safety that was elusive to a Luthor.
Lena lay atop this feeling for an infinite amount of time, her mind lacking the ability to process any sort of length that wasn’t the heat and every place it touched her body (which was somehow everywhere and yet nowhere).
She was in a pleasant in-between she could only receive from a deep sleep typically reserved for sleepovers at Kara’s apartment—the only place Lena Luthor felt save enough to shed her walls and simply be Lena—, but she wasn’t at Kara’s, remember distinctly coming to her own home last night. Remembers a stupid key that wouldn’t turn, remembers throwing her heels into the vague vicinity of her room, remembers a drink of wine, remembers crashing on the sofa and turning on the TV to something mindless, remembers—
Kara. Remembers Kara here and—oh. Oh, fuck.
Lena Luthor doesn’t get flustered or embarrassed, it simply doesn’t exist in her small river of emotions, but when Kara Danvers smiles at her, or when she calls her pretty, when she tells Lena she’s good, or fucking kisses her hand then Lena Luthor develops the ability to be flustered and embarrassed, but also completely and utterly charmed by this girl from another world. This girl who befriended her when no one else would, this girl who looks at her like she’s the sun she receives her powers from, like she is her strength—God, it does something so strange to Lena that it should be studied in a lab.
Lena’s eyes snap open and she inhales sharply once she notices that the heat is most definitely Kara Danvers—A.K.A Alien Furnace. A.K.A The Death Of One Lena Luthor—and that she’s cuddled up against her front with her head resting in Lena’s hair. Her arm is slung over Lena’s waist and is gripping and releasing her shirt in a rhythmic pattern, her leg tucked in between Lena’s own and just a little too close to her center to be friendly or platonic or anything other than the I wanna kiss you! that Kara had so adorably begged for last night and holy fucking shit Kara begged to kiss her.
Lena’s so fucking doomed.
Like build a robot army to enslave all of humanity and have each of them kill her slowly and carefully, before bringing her back with a kick to the mouth and starting the whole process over again. That kind of doom. That kind of mind-blowing, fuck her over sideways, never going to possibly get over, doom.
And call her a real masochist if she’s ready to face it head on if it means Kara looks at her with that little wobble of her bottom lip—the slightly bigger one that Lena just wants to bite—and the wrinkle on her forehead that means she’s watching something—Lena, Lena, Lena—so important that she can’t possibly pull herself from it, and then with that same whiny voice begging Lena to kiss her…fuck. Lena would embrace it with open arms.
Lena stifles another gasp as Kara shifts, her knee getting ever closer to the destination Lena begs and curses in equal measure for. She’s tense in Kara’s arms, her own hands curled up into little balls and tucked under her chin, while Lena’s head is curled against Kara’s chest. It’s the definition of a vulnerable position and Lena never wants to leave.
Lena’s still trying to figure out how to proceed in this predicament with the highest probability of a kiss ending it when Kara shifts, a small sigh falling from her lips as she stretches. Lena freezes, a deer caught in headlights, feeling strangely like she’s done something unforgivable.
Kara mumbles before she can figure out why.
There’s a subtle tightening of all of Kara’s limbs, curling more secure against Lena’s very human body—and honestly it’s insane that Kara can be waking up and still not hurt her with her super strength—, that traitorous—or fucking savior—knee shifting half an inch closer.
There’s a soft hitch in breath, a snuggle against the top of her head, and then a murmured, “Mornin’.” that has Lena feeling all sorts of gooey.
“Good morning, Kara.” Lena says into Kara’s chest, half absorbed.
Kara shifts against her and kisses the top of her head. “We slept together?”
And, okay, that is just a lethal combination. Logically Lena knows she didn’t mean sex and that the kiss—probably. Most likely—meant nothing, so there’s no reason her heart should be beating so goddamn fast, betraying her to the one being in her life that can feel, hear, and see her rapid blood flow all at once.
“Yeah.” Lena breaths, all breathy and high. She prays and prays to Gods she doesn’t even believe exist that Kara doesn’t notice.
Kara shifts the slightest bit away and Lena quickly mourns the loss but then Kara’s beautiful blue eyes are right in front of her face and her focus turns towards their depth.
“Lena? Is something wrong?” Kara is always so sweet, so beautiful, so perfect and Lena Luthor doesn’t deserve her.
“Mhm.” Lena mumbles, words evading her upon the thought that she isn’t enough for this literally God.
Kara frowns, always knowing when Lena is lying. Always knowing when Lena isn’t right, isn’t happy, isn’t whole, because she knows Lena.
She is the only one who does.
“Lena,” Kara starts, but then she falters and a look of sharp regret cuts across her face, “Did I…Did I do something last night? When I was drunk?”
Before Lena could even react, even respond, Kara begins to ramble.
“Lena I’m so sorry if I did. If I, um, did something strange. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do anything I can to gain back your trust, I swear Lena I—”
Lena cups Kara’s checks. “Shh, darling.”
Kara quiets immediately.
“You didn’t do anything that made me uncomfortable while you were drunk, you were a perfect gentleman.” Lena cringes outward just enough at the slight lie. Kara latches onto it.
“Oh Lena, please don’t lie. I can take it.” Kara visibly straightens her shoulders and lifts her chin until Kara Danvers isn’t laying next to her but Supergirl is, all regal and righteous beauty. Lena has to swallow multiple times before she can talk.
“I’m not strictly lying, Kara. You didn’t hurt me, you just, um, er—kissed my hand. Repeatedly. And when I dragged my hand away, you told me you wanted to keep kissing me and I kinda freaked out and ran away to my room but now you’re here which means you followed me and, and, and—”
Lena cringes and yanks away, hunching in on herself. Kara freezes, her rapid breathing the loudest thing in the room.
“Oh.”
And Lena breaks into so many pieces with that one little sound that she fears she can’t be mended.
Kara starts to pull away as well, shifting to leave the bed and probably the room too, and then she’ll leave Lena’s home and her life, just fly right through her window and never return and Lena can’t lose her—
“No!” Lena shouts, grabbing Kara’s wrist and yanking her back. Obviously Lena’s strength pales in comparison to Kara’s, doesn’t even register as a threat, but Kara falls back onto the bed and into Lena’s life like she never left.
Kara stares hard into Lena’s face, mouth open slack. Lena cringes again, this time at her own actions.
“I, um, liked it. The kiss, that is.” Lena whispers this into the in-between, the precipice that they both lay precariously on. She hopes it lands instead of falling into the depths.
“Oh.” Kara says again, her tone low and thoughtful. Lena has no idea what to make of it and promptly panics.
“It’s stupid, really, this, um, crush. Obviously we’re best friends and I don’t want to change that in any way at all! That’s not what I want to do ever and if I made this weird—”
“Did you mean it when you told me to ask to kiss you again tomorrow?” Kara’s voice sounds heavy and so hopeful Lena melts.
“Yes.” She breathes into that in-between, that little drop that could mean a future bright and shiny or depressing and weighty. Lena oh, so, hopes they tip left.
Kara’s lips quirk just the slightest amount. “Well, Lena Luthor, it’s tomorrow,” Lena’s heart stops beating, just simply explodes, “May I kiss you?”
Lena nods so frantically and fast that she gives herself a headache. It is quickly remedied when Kara smooths her hands down Lena’s forehead to her checks. Lena holds her breathe as Kara kisses her forehead—platonic, friendly—, then her nose—cute, sweet—, then both her cheeks with loud smacks that make her laugh—curious, amusing—, and then she stops and whispers to Lena’s lips, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”
And Lena barely has enough time to register the words before Kara’s hot, smooth mouth is connecting with her own. It’s heavy and thick, lips meeting with an intense urge and heated passion that Lena was not prepared for. Imagined—in her free time only—kisses with Kara would be sweet and gentle, caresses more like and filled with awkward nose bumps and teeth graces, this is nothing like that. This is demanding and consuming, Kara pushing Lena’s shoulders down, down to the bed and hovering over her. Controlling and possessing, a chorus of mine echoing through the kiss so loud she swears Kara whispered it in-between tight tongues and quick, sharp lips.
She didn’t, of course, but god did the idea make her warm in a place a little lower.
Kara ends the kiss with a sharp tug at Lena’s lower lip and she moans, loud and clear. Kara’s grinning smugly when she pulls away.
“I…” Lena starts, her mind still stuck on lips and tongue.
Kara’s grin softens to a smile and she rubs Lena’s cheeks while she recovers. Lena practically melts into a puddle.
“I didn’t expect you to kiss like that.” Lena finally spits out, her tone high and just-kissed-like. It should make Lena cringe, but Kara made her like this so she loves it.
Kara fake scoffs like she’s offended but kisses Lena’s nose to show she’s not. “I can kiss anyway I want too. I just so happened to have been wanting to kiss you for so long it built up into that.” Kara laughs like it’s all hilarious and Lena would agree, except for that fact that Kara admitted to having wanted to kiss her for a long time and Lena can’t possibly do anything but think of that.
“What?” Lena asks, her tone startled. Kara sobers immediately and frowns.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Lena shakes her head, hands squeezing Kara’s—muscular, fuck muscular—arms. “How long have you wanted to kiss me?”
Kara relaxes instantly and grins. “Oh, geez Lena, I thought you were mad at me.”
Lena lifts one perfectly sculpted eyebrow and Kara blushes bright red. “Oh, er, um, maybe, perchance, two years?”
Lena’s jaw drops open and she gapes. “Two years?! Fuck Kara! We could have been kissing for two fucking years!”
Kara stares, slack jawed, still hovering over her and still so close. It makes Lena feel so safe but also why didn’t she tell her.
“Kara. I have been in love with you since you entered my office with goddamn Clark Kent and understood my fucked up family feelings. I have known I loved you since you stood up for me when no one else would. It’s been so much longer than two years for me and you’re telling me I could have had you? Fuck that. Fuck you. Fuck Alex, fuck J’onn, fuck Nia, fuck Brainy, fuck James, fuck—”
Kara pets Lena’s hair back. “Lena. Lena. I love you too.”
Lena’s so angry and so horny that she pulls Kara in by the hair and kisses her until she loses air. It doesn’t take that long because she’s furious and confused and hyperventilating, but Kara’s panting when they pull away so Lena takes it as a win.
“I love you, Kara Danvers, and if you don’t take me on a date right fucking now I will find whatever Krpytonite is left on this horrible planet and shove it into your bloodstream.”
Kara smiles at her, even when Lena threatens to literally kill her, and kisses her ranting lips. “Lena Kieran Luthor, the most beautiful, intelligent, and good person I know in the whole galaxy, will you go on a date with me right fucking now?”
Lena barely registers the fact that sweet Kara Danvers just cursed because she’s too busy crying and hugging Kara, pulling her against her chest and burying herself into Kara’s neck. “Yes, yes, please Kara.”
Kara grins into her skin and holds her back just as tight. And right here, right now, Lena knows she’s found happiness. True, unadulterated happiness that no one, not Lex or Lillian, can take from her.
Kara kisses her earlobe and whispers Love you over and over into her ear until Lena relaxes into the new sensation so foreign and good that she knows she’ll always want it and condemns herself to her fate.