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pippytmi · 10 months

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spy!au + meet messy + you never saw me ? If not that's fine, I just thought it would be cool. :)

spy!au + meet messy + you never saw me

“So on a scale of 1-10, how much do we hate the fiancée?”

A wry laugh escapes before Kara can even try to quell it, and she briefly removes the unlit cigarette from her mouth to muse, “You know, I've heard a saying that goes ‘never judge a book by its cover.’ Fascinating stuff, I might have to send it to you.”

“Ugh. Journalists—so idealistic.” But Nia is grinning as she snags the barstool at Kara's right. “Where is the elusive Lena Luthor anyway? Do we finally get to meet her?”

Kara shrugs. “Beats me,” she says. “Last I heard, she was running late.”

“Late to her own engagement party? Finally, someone I can get along with,” Nia says. Before Kara can even get a word in, Nia's attention is immediately stolen by the bartender coming over. “Hey M’gann, can I get an amaretto sour?”

“Sure thing,” M’gann says absentmindedly, her gaze otherwise zeroing in firmly on Kara. “Danvers, you better not smoke in my bar.”

“I won't,” Kara swears, raising both hands in a show of innocence, and M'gann rolls her eyes.

“Journalists,” she echoes Nia's earlier sentiment, but with an entirely exasperated deeper meaning. “I'm putting Nia's drink on your tab.”

“Well in that case…” Nia twists around, already waving her hand as if to beckon someone over. “Make it two, Kara's buying a drink for the bride to be. Alex! Don't—I know you can see me, come here.”

For as much as Alex stressed the importance of everyone showing up tonight, she doesn't seem very…well, happy. And while Alex is not typically one to gush, Kara had expected at least a smidgen of joy on her sister's face, not the harried expression she's currently sporting.

“What?” Alex asks, eyes them both suspiciously while fidgeting as if she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Um, hello to you too,” Nia says. “Clearly, you need this. Where's your soon-to-be better half?”

Alex accepts the drink when Nia presses it in her hand but frowns, however slight, at the question. “She's—on her way,” she says, pausing to take a sip from her glass before her gaze falls on her sister. “Oh, gross, Kara. Since when do you smoke?”

“I don’t!” Kara pouts, feeling like a broken record. “Can’t I be edgy and have a cigarette to look cool?”

“That’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Nia says, delighted, while Alex just groans.

“Come on, Kara, not tonight. Just be normal for once in your life,” Alex sighs, already distractedly glancing back to the front door like she is willing her fiancée to just walk through any second.

“You guys don’t understand the intricacies of being a method actor,” Kara argues, waving her cigarette in the air to make her point. (And also, because it is kind of awkward to keep it in her mouth without doing anything with it, not that she’ll admit that). But it’s clear she only has half the audience she had a second ago; Alex is half a world away the second her phone starts to ring.

“I’ll be back,” Alex says, handing off her glass to Nia who is more than happy to finish it.

Kara dejectedly puts the cigarette back in her mouth. “I just realized something.”

“What?”

“I don’t actually know how to smoke. What if someone expects me to, like, smoke with them?”

Nia presses a fingertip to her chin and ponders the question seriously. “Either you're screwed, or they will just think you're a dork. The reaction will depend on the person, really.”

Kara's shoulders slump. “So I won't be cool?”

“Journalists generally aren't cool,” Nia unhelpfully offers. “But I'm sure you could make it work for you. You'd be like…one of those grizzly story-seeking sleuth journalists.”

Kara groans, thumping her forehead on the bartop. “That seems more like a private investigator thing,” she says. “Darn it. I'm going to have to start from scratch.”

“I'm all in favor of quitting method acting for one night,” M'gann chimes in, still eyeing Kara's cigarette distastefully. “Now do you need a refill or are you going to fall asleep here?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kara says, lifting her head in order to sheepishly push her emptied club soda over. “Pour me a double.”

That joke never lands—M'gann just rolls her eyes and refills the glass, wiping her hands off before moving down to another patron. Nia scoots her stool closer to Kara once she's gone to reassuringly say,

“I like the pretentious cigarette. It makes you look like a hipster…they’re coming back into fashion, you know. Just like leg warmers.”

Kara wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think anyone really liked leg warmers.”

“That’s how I know you were unfashionable in high school,” Nia says. Then, apparently already bored with the topic at hand, she turns around in search of their former company. “Hey, where did Alex go? I haven’t even bought her a round of shots yet!”

“That’s a good question,” Kara says thoughtfully. “Maybe Lena showed up?” But when she swivels her chair to aid Nia’s search, she can't spot her sister either; considering Al’s Bar is a hole in the wall with not many patrons, that can only mean Alex has stepped out. “I'll go find her.”

All things considered, the night is pleasant—when Kara emerges without her jacket, the air isn't quite cool enough to make her go back in to retrieve it. She walks around the corner to the alley where everyone goes to smoke, but Alex isn’t there. Alex is also not in the 7-11 across the street, nor is she two doors down at the diner. (Kara orders a donut to go just to be 100% sure Alex won’t emerge from somewhere inside, of course, like a diligent sister).

Eventually, her pointless search leads her right back to Al’s. Nia has apparently had enough alcohol to drag Kelly to dance; Winn and James have begun a spirited game of pool; Querl has commandeered the jukebox and is studiously adding 80’s dance music to the queue. Alex, however, is still notably missing.

With a groan, Kara collapses at the bar again. “Can I get a water, M’gann?”

“You got it,” M’gann says, filling a fresh glass from the tap. She moves on immediately after to another customer, and Kara’s question about whether M’gann has seen Alex dies before it even forms. Kara sighs, takes a much-needed sip of her water, and resolves to just melt into her stool when all of a sudden she hears:

“Is this seat taken?”

It should be noted that, in the past, Kara has encountered situations far worse than this one. Moments where her life was in danger, even. She likes to think she has mastered the ability to remain unfazed in the face of the worst surprises at this point of her career.

But then again…she’s never actually met her sister’s fiancée before. And in a truly horrific turn of events, Kara ends up spit-taking all over her shoes.

“Oh crap, I am so sorry,” Kara says, making a mad grab for napkins off the bar and crouching down to pat at Lena’s heels. “Are you—okay, can I get, er, anything—” She doesn't even know how to apologize at this point, so tongue-tied she is just about to offer her own shoes off her feet.

Lena Luthor doesn't answer right away. She takes a delicate step down, and her hand covers Kara's in order to make her pause. When Kara musters the nerve to cautiously meet her eye, Lena gives her a small smile.

“It's fine.” Lena looks much more <i>vivid</i> than the photographs. Everything about her is sharp; the angles of her jaw, the eyeliner she wears, the intensity of her green eyes when they're trained on Kara. Even her voice edges on the sharper side, not quite cold but almost. “Kara, right? I recognize you from Alex's pictures.”

Kara barely remembers to nod. “Yes, I…recognize you too,” she says. “It's nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Lena draws her hand away immediately after, and Kara hastily rises up in order to put some space between them.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Kara asks quickly. “M'gann makes a great…sour.” She cannot for the life of her remember what it is that Nia ordered, and from the strange look on Lena’s face, she has 100% gotten the name wrong. “I don’t really drink.”

Somehow, that awkward confession makes Lena’s face twist, like she is trying not to smile. “Alex mentioned you’re sober,” she says. “I hope it’s alright, that she did.”

“No, yeah, it’s not a secret,” Kara says, but in her mind she’s thinking Alex and Lena talk about her? About what? Hopefully not embarrassing stuff. Shoot, knowing Alex, it’s 100% embarrassing stuff. “And I wouldn’t expect you to have any secrets with Alex either way, so.”

“Right.” Lena takes a careful seat besides Kara, her expression since gone entirely blank. She orders a scotch, Kara sticks to water, and they immediately maintain an awkward silence that M'gann raises a judgmental eyebrow at Kara for.

Kara clears her throat, desperate for any attempt of making nice she can muster. “So have you seen Alex?” she says.

“Today?” Lena has her glass raised to her lips, but she doesn't drink. “Not yet.”

“Oh. Well, I'm sure she's around here somewhere,” Kara says, and tries not to find it weird that Lena and Alex did not see each other at all today despite apparently living together.

This time Lena takes a long, thoughtful sip of her drink, and she turns her head to regard Kara silently. “Kara,” she says, as if testing the name all-too-carefully, practiced and halting like she wants to call Kara literally anything else. “Would it be a fair assessment to assume you don't like me?”

Kara’s grip on her glass falters in a single blink-or-miss-it second before she manages to control her surprise. “What?” she says weakly. “I know we don’t know each other, but, if Alex likes you of course I like you.” Flustered, she backtracks to say, “I mean Alex loves you. Obviously.”

Lena doesn’t put Kara out of her misery. At least, not right away. No, she just smooths out the imaginary wrinkles of her form-fitting dress that she has chosen to wear to this dive bar, drums her fingertips against the sticky wood of the bar counter, and gazes pensively beyond her company in a way that can only be described as lost. Then,

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t meant to be an accusation,” Lena says. “What I meant is, I'm sure you must despise the idea of me.” An attempt at a smile crosses Lena’s lips, but it’s a sad one. “Today was mostly about putting your mind at ease over any misconceptions you might have.”

“Well, I’ve only known about you for like a week, but I can honestly say I have zero thoughts about you,” Kara says quickly. Then frowns. “Wait. That was supposed to sound reassuring. Can I start over?”

The engagement ring on Lena’s finger shimmers even in the poor lighting, and she rests her cheek against her palm, gazing at Kara with a curious, half-amused kind of look in her eyes. “The floor’s yours.”

“I’m not the kind of person who assumes the worst about other people,” Kara says, reaching for her water again, if only to tip it towards Lena reassuringly before taking a quick sip. “And if you make Alex happy, then I can only assume you’re a good person. Also, you might be a saint to even put up with her.”

Lena’s mouth twists into a proper smile, however small. “The way you two talk about each other is so…” She shakes her head as if she can’t quite finish that thought. “You two are clearly very close.”

“Unfortunately, yeah, I'm stuck with her,” Kara quips, and that at least feels normal—talking about Alex is a safe topic. Even if she hasn’t bothered to come back to her own engagement party. “Do you have any siblings?”

“A brother.” Any semblance of a smile vanishes entirely at that, and Lena hastily finishes the remainder of her drink.

Kara gets the feeling she has said something horribly wrong. “And are you two also…close?” she finishes her train of thought awkwardly, even if she already knows the answer.

“No.” The stony way Lena clenches her jaw suggests that Kara isn't winning any brownie points, here, and she has to bite her tongue to stop from pushing on. “Excuse me, can I get another?” Lena beckons M’gann over when she has a second, and M’gann gives Kara another questioning look but doesn’t say anything to her directly.

“I’m sorry,” Kara feels the need to say. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oddly enough, I believe you,” Lena muses. “You did mention your sister has hardly talked about me.”

“I'm sure she would've,” Kara tries to reassure her. “I just don't see her too much nowadays, with my work.”

“Mm. You’re a journalist, right?” Lena asks, and there is something in her gaze that makes Kara feel hot under the collar. “Or was it a kindergarten teacher? I know you and your sister have an affinity for switching careers.” Something about the calculated way she pauses to take a sip of her drink, gaze expectant over the rim, causes Kara's heart to plummet into her stomach.

Kara, in turn, promptly chokes on air. “What? You—you know? About—” She stops. “I’m not sure Alex was allowed to tell you that.”

“Not even if we're going to get married?” Slowly, Lena begins to smile. It's a real smile, one Kara hadn't realized Lena was capable of until now. “Your sister might be the most by-the-book person I've ever met. Unfortunately for her, I was able to connect the dots about you myself.”

“Ah.” Kara drums her fingertips against the bar counter, feels her cheeks warm slightly with embarrassment.

Lena places a hand on Kara's forearm—a warm, gentle heat Kara can feel through the thin sleeve of her T-shirt. “That was no fault of yours,” she says reassuringly. “She slipped up talking about your job. It was fairly easy to connect the dots.”

Somehow, that does nothing to dissolve the dread slowly building up in Kara’s chest. Alex never slips up. Kara is the resident Danvers sister fuck up (Alex’s words exactly), and all at once Alex’s disappearance tonight becomes decidedly unsettling.

“When did she tell you about my job?” Kara blurts out. “Do you remember?”

“Yesterday, I think,” Lena says, and she regards Kara questioningly. “She was telling me about everyone who was going to be here today and what your friends do for work. Why?”

“Was she working? Looking at her computer or her phone or anything?”

“Yes, that’s all she ever does.” But it’s odd, the way Lena says it, like she’s not bothered in the slightest.

It could be nothing. It probably is nothing. But Kara still scans the bar with a renewed vigor in search of that familiar scowl that she cannot find. “She was just here,” Kara mutters aloud. “She wouldn’t have left without telling someone.”

“Alex?” Lena watches Kara carefully, no doubt trying to decide what to say. “Has she not told you if she’s running late?”

“No, she was here already,” Kara says. “I don’t think she would have—” She shakes her head to herself, cursing inwardly. She can’t assume that Alex has been dragged away for a work reason. Maybe it has something to do with Alex getting cold feet. Either way, telling her sister’s fiancée that the woman she’s supposed to marry has abandoned her engagement party doesn’t seem like it would do Alex any favors. “I’m sure she’s just in the bathroom or something. Uh, I’m going to just…” She pulls out her cigarette in a poor cover and says, “Go outside, for a smoke break, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Lena says. Then, “Would it be alright if I joined you?”

If Nia knew that Kara’s stupid cigarette would have led to this moment, she would laugh her ass off. Repeatedly. Kara supposes it’s a small mercy that Nia is still dancing with Kelly, so she is spared of any and all jokes at her expense.

It’s not until they’re outside that Kara sheepishly confesses: “So full disclosure…I don’t actually smoke.”

Lena doesn't look particularly surprised at the fact. “It's an odd thing to lie about,” she says, and tilts her head, surveying Kara with a sharp look. “Oh,” she says afterward. “I’m sorry. Clearly, you lied to get away from me, and here I am following you around.”

Kara swallows. Hard. “It’s not that,” she says, even though it kind of is.

“It's okay.” Another touch, this time gently to Kara’s shoulder. Lena has a strange, half-wistful look on her face. “Take your break. I’ll go inside…I should introduce myself to Alex’s friends and keep it convincing.”

That is such a peculiar way to phrase an otherwise normal statement, and Kara feels her brow furrow subconsciously. “What?”

But Lena has turned away by the time Kara even forms the word, and Kara watches, bewildered, as Lena takes two steps forward before immediately whirling back around. There is no other way to describe it, but—Lena has gone sickly pale in the moonlight, as if she’s seen a ghost. Before Kara can ask what’s wrong, Lena has hurriedly bridged the gap between them and grasped Kara’s face with cold, shaking hands.

“Can you turn around?” Lena asks quietly.

Kara does, but she knows her cheeks have gone hot and red by now, so unaccustomed to both the proximity and the specific person before her. “Lena, what’s—”

“I have something very urgent to ask you, and please don’t overthink it,” Lena rushes to say.

“Okay.” Kara tries not to fidget; she has had a gun held to her head several times before and yet, this is the most overwhelmed she has felt in years.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kara blinks. “What?”

“Please,” Lena adds on, as if that makes the question any saner.

And maybe it’s the desperation in Lena’s voice, in her eyes, in the way she keeps on trembling, but Kara recognizes someone in danger. She doesn’t understand what on Earth is going on, but she slowly nods, and trusts that if Alex kicks her ass later it will be for a good cause.

(Kara is not, however, prepared for Lena to immediately kiss her like she’s starving, hands still tight against Kara’s cheeks, dragging Kara so close that Kara is essentially caging her against the wall).

It feels like forever, but not in a bad way. Kara hasn't kissed someone in so long that she feels clumsy, almost like she is outside of her own skin, hands falling against the gravel of the bar’s outside walls in order to stop herself from grabbing at the inviting curves of Lena’s waist.

When Lena gently pushes her away, Kara hastily steps back, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands to keep from doing something dangerous (like reaching back in). Lena looks as if she's calmed down enough at least; she blushes when she meets Kara’s eyes, glancing down at the floor for a brief moment.

“Thank you,” Lena says. “God, if I was recognized out here of all places Alex would have lost it.”

“Recognized?” Kara echoes. She follows the way Lena jerks her head to the right, where the shadow of a man is disappearing into the alleyway. “I…don't follow.”

“That man used to work for my brother,” Lena sighs. “I don’t know if he would have remembered my face, but better safe than sorry.”

Kara opens her mouth, pauses, and then shuts it when she realizes she has no clue what to say. Her phone buzzes in an all-too-welcome distraction, but her blood runs cold when she sees it’s from Alex.

SENTINEL:

Can you tell everyone the party’s cancelled? Lena’s sick. Also let the cat back in before the night’s over.

“Shit,” Kara involuntarily curses when she sees that familiar code phrase. Suddenly everything makes sense: the secrecy, the mysterious brother, the fact that Lena cannot be recognized in the streets outside of a dive bar used as a front for the average spy (or average drunk that security allows in for the cover). “Lena, are you in witness protection?”

Lena squints at Kara like she is the one dropping a bombshell. “Yes? Did you not know that?”

“No! What the—why would Alex bring you here?!” Kara frantically texts her insane sister back.

SUPERGIRL:

Is there a curfew?

SENTINEL:

The sooner the better. I’m at Dad’s house right now or else I would do it myself.

That next coded message makes Kara exhale, finally, to at least know Alex is safe. Something big must have happened if she is dragging Kara into this without so much as a briefing, sure, but Kara also knows that Alex would not have trusted her with anything less.

“Lena,” Kara says, “can I ask you something urgent now?” She pauses when she immediately remembers the firm pressure of Lena’s lips, and quickly adds, “It doesn’t involve kissing.”

“Fair enough,” Lena says, enough amusement coloring her tone that Kara briefly flushes all over again.

“Can you trust me to get you home tonight?” Kara doesn’t wait for an answer before she goes on: “I know you don’t know me. But you know Alex. And I swear on my life, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Alex, and by extension that means there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Lena nods along with every word slowly. “You take your job very seriously.”

“I do,” Kara says firmly. (And, hopefully, comfortingly).

“Then I trust you, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “If that’s even your real name.”

And for a brief moment, Kara’s not a spy fighting a clock on a mission she knows nothing about; she is, instead, a normal person who is capable of seeing the humor of her almost-sister-in-law who definitely knows more than she has clearance for.

“It is,” Kara says—even deigns to smile before she can quell it. “By choice.”

“That sounds like there’s a story somewhere.”

“I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” Kara promises. “Maybe even tonight, if in exchange you tell me your real name.”

“Unfortunately, Lena Luthor is my real name,” Lena says. “Alex said it was fine to tell her friends, so, this party was her idea. She even came up with the marriage idea so when my last name is changed, no one will care.”

The cogs finally start turning in Kara’s head far slower than she cares to admit. “Hold on. So you and Alex aren’t actually engaged?”

Again, Lena stares at Kara like she’s grown two heads in the last thirty seconds. “No. You seriously didn’t know? I thought you were just being weird, Alex says you get really into your method-acting stuff.”

“No.” Strangely, the first thing Kara feels is relief; she doesn’t have to actually tell her sister that she kissed her future wife. The second thing is, quite reasonably, alarm. “Okay I don’t know what the hell is going on with your case, but you mentioned someone who used to work for your brother, right? How bad is the threat?”

Lena hesitates. “It’s…kind of a long story.”

“So really bad,” Kara fills in the blanks. “Crap. We need to go.” She quickly shrugs off her jacket and presses it into Lena’s hands. “Put this on. There are no cameras in this area, but we’re going to hit some when we get to the parking lot.”

“Is everything okay?” Lena asks, though she hurriedly does as Kara says.

“I’m sure it is,” Kara tries to assure her. “But it’s just a precaution until we can reunite you with Alex and confirm.”

Lena doesn’t seem like she believes Kara entirely—or at least, the way her expression remains a fraction confused definitely indicates as much. But at the very least, she does not argue, though she does make a point to ask, “Where is Alex?”

“She just got tied up at work.” Kara leads the way to the parking lot, careful to hover at Lena’s side on the off chance any threat might materialize. “I don’t know where your current safe house is or if it’s been compromised, so I’m going to take you somewhere else. Is that okay?”

“Not like I have any choice,” Lena says wearily. “So am I not allowed to know when everything’s gone to shit? Or will everyone just keep telling me it’s okay when it’s not?”

Kara swings open the passenger side of James’s car (he’ll forgive her for this later) and waits for Lena to sit down. Lena doesn’t. “It’s—complicated,” she says.

“How so?” Lena crosses her arms and still does not move. Kara is still holding onto the car door, inadvertently standing too close; she feels strangely helpless when Lena looks right at her with eyes dark and determined.

“Full disclosure,” Kara reluctantly admits, “I…have no clue what’s going on with your case. I’ve been in the dark and Alex can't exactly share the details through a text, so, the truth is I have no idea if everything has gone to shit. I know that is the very last thing you want to hear since I’m supposed to be protecting you, but—”

“Actually,” Lena says, and her look has softened, “that makes me trust you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I appreciate that you will tell me upfront you don't know,” Lena says. She sways slightly closer, enough that Kara stiffens, but it's only to duck into the car after all.

Kara shuts the door only after a very brief pause. This should not be as hard as it feels. For a week she has been associating the idea of Lena Luthor as her sister’s fiancée and it’s tough to wrap her head around the fact that the opposite is true.

(And it has absolutely nothing to do with how attractive Lena is. Or that kiss. For the record.)

The dashboard of James’s car reads 7:19 PM; his radio is playing a news station; the gas tank is half full. Kara makes note of everything and decides she will drive as far as she possibly can before it hits empty.

Lena is quiet, at first. And while there is nothing special about the bumper-to-bumper traffic or the hazy street lights or the clouded night sky, Lena keeps her gaze trained outwards, head resting against the tinted window.

But then, “My brother killed twenty people.”

Kara grips onto the wheel and tries not to outwardly react. She has, of course, always had a terrible poker face. “Oh.”

“It gets worse,” Lena says uneasily. “I designed the technology he used to kill them.”

There is no possible response Kara can imagine which might be appropriate. In the end she settles for: “That actually doesn’t seem like a long story after all.”

“I assumed Alex would have told you that, at least.” Lena begins to drum a pattern with her fingertips against the center console. “Do you think the worst of me now?”

“I guess that depends,” Kara says slowly, “on whether you designed that technology for the purpose of killing people.”

Lena gives a curt, kind of disbelieving half-laugh, half-scoff. “They were nanobots,” she says. “I was trying to use them to cure cancer. But my brother…well, he didn’t see half the potential I did.”

Kara casts a quick glance at Lena, finds her staring straight ahead with a stony expression on her face. “Lena,” she says gently, “that doesn’t sound like it was at all your fault.”

“Everyone tells me that.” More rhythmic drumming, each beat more hesitant than the last. “I don’t know when I’ll start to believe it.”

When she was a kid, Kara had been thrown into the foster system with little more than heartache and a wish to find the cousin she never would. She had never felt so helpless—so unsure—and something about Lena’s guilt right now brings her right back to that moment. Like she’s just a little kid, knees pulled up to her chest, waiting for a sign that would never come.

“It’ll be hard,” Kara says softly. It has begun to drizzle rain, and she mindlessly sets the wipers, watching them flick back and forth as they wait for the light to turn green. “But it will get easier. I promise.”

“Odd thing to promise,” Lena notes, but Kara can feel her gaze burning against the side of her head, and Lena sounds…lighter, somehow. “Can I change the station?”

“Sure.” James will hate it, but Kara doesn’t mind. Lena chooses a jazz station that frequently breaks with static, and it’s by far the most peaceful hour-long drive Kara has had in a while.

They pull up to the safe house when the clock reads 8:34 PM and the rain has petered out; the air feels damp and thick with residual humidity, but otherwise, the tranquility of the quiet gives Kara a good feeling. Lena has fallen asleep in the passenger’s side, and Kara softly nudges her awake.

“Here,” Kara says, handing her James’s emergency bag once they make their way up the house steps. “This should have a change of clothes. They’ll be too big, but better than your dress at least…if you’re hungry there will be granola bars in the pantry. We can’t risk ordering anything else right now, unfortunately.” She digs into her pocket for the batch of safe house keys she has on all times and locates the right one, pressing it surely into Lena’s hand. “Until we know for sure if I’ll be briefed on your case or not, just…assume you’re going to be moved tomorrow. Also, you never saw me. Like, officially.”

Lena wipes at her eyes with her palm, absentmindedly smearing her mascara. “You’re going to leave me here?” she says, hugging James’s bag to her chest.

“No, of course not. I’m going to be sitting in the car, out here,” Kara says. “I just mean like in general, you know, if I don’t end up getting briefed on your case it would be all kinds of not-allowed to be talking to you. So if anyone asks…”

“Ah,” Lena says, “right. I’ll just make up a cover story for my cover story.”

“Yeah, you know, we need to protect the bureaucracies and all that,” Kara says. “If I'm even using that word the right way.”

“And you're supposed to be a journalist?” Lena smiles ever-so-slightly. “Good thing you're decent at your day job.”

“Only decent?” Kara feels her own mouth twitch with the promise of her own smile.

“I'd give you five stars on Yelp,” Lena says confidently, and Kara laughs, unable to stop herself from full-on grinning.

“Well if you need anything,” Kara says, and gestures over her shoulder to the car. “You know where I'll be.”

“Thank you.” Lena places a hand over Kara’s wrist, and just squeezes there briefly, her hand slightly cold but her touch overwhelmingly gentle. “Um. Would it be—would it be allowed to ask if you can stay with me inside, instead? I don't really want to be…alone.”

“That would make plausible deniability much harder to fake,” Kara tries to protest, but Lena is biting her lip and looking at Kara underneath mascara-smudged lashes and really, there is no other option but to cave. “…but I guess I could break a rule or two. Or twenty-seven.”

Lena smiles fully this time with obvious relief. “And here I thought I'd have to work harder to corrupt you.”

Kara pushes her glasses up her nose and says, “I’m a little concerned you were planning to corrupt me, but I mean. It’s one night.” She follows Lena inside when she opens the door, surveys the untouched room with a quick, satisfied glance. “Just as long as you don’t get me into trouble.”

“I’ll try my best not to,” Lena says, making a beeline for the couch to inspect James’s emergency bag; she pulls out an oversized T-shirt with an exhausted sigh. “Can you unzip me?” Already she’s pulling her hair off her shoulders, exposing the graceful slope of her neck, and Kara almost forgets to lock the door behind her.

“Y-yeah,” she stammers out, once again fiddling with the glasses that she doesn’t need, and she knows it right then and there: Lena Luthor will undoubtedly get her in trouble. And judging by the way Lena gazes so shyly at Kara over her shoulder, she knows it.

(But, well. In the grand scheme of things, Kara figures a little trouble never hurt anyone).

#vaguest storyline but i was getting TOO invested in the plot for a oneshot omg i had to stop myself #i just have a lot of feelings about this AU okay #supercorp #supergirl #book-nerd1216 #i need a fic tag #occasionally i finish prompts <3 yknow

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froottalks · 8 months

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Elegance Unveiled - Lena Luthor x fem!reader

[summary: where reader is lena's assistant and has a huge crush on lena, reader later sees lena in a beautiful dress at a gala and panics, they later share a moment together and lena kisses the reader.]

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The halls of L-Corp were a constant buzz of activity, but amidst the chaos, you found solace in the presence of Lena Luthor. As her dedicated assistant, you admired her brilliance, her grace, and the way she navigated the complexities of her family's legacy. What others saw as coldness, you perceived as a shield that protected her from the world.

The more time you spent with Lena, the deeper your feelings grew. A simple smile from her could brighten your day, and every interaction left you longing for more. You kept your emotions hidden, fearing that your affection would jeopardize the professional relationship you treasured.

The annual L-Corp gala was the talk of the city, and you found yourself in the midst of its preparation. As Lena's assistant, you were tasked with ensuring the event went off without a hitch. The night of the gala arrived, and you watched from the sidelines as Lena greeted guests with effortless charm.

But when Lena emerged in a stunning dress that accentuated her elegance, your heart raced, and panic clawed at your chest. The sight of her beauty was overwhelming, and you realized that your feelings for her had deepened beyond your control.

Amidst the glamour and the glittering lights, you stole a moment of respite in a quiet corner. But as Lena's gaze found yours across the room, your heart skipped a beat. She approached with a smile that held a hint of familiarity.

"(Y/n), you've been working tirelessly," she said, her voice soft but warm.

You managed a nervous smile, attempting to conceal your racing heart. "It's all worth it to see the success of the gala."

Lena's gaze lingered, and you felt an unspoken connection between you. "You look exquisite tonight," she commented, her eyes tracing your form.

A blush tinged your cheeks as you looked away from her captivating emerald eyes and stammered a thank you, your heart pounding in your ears. Was it just you or was it suddenly too hot in there?

As the night continued, you found yourself drawn to Lena's side, your conversations becoming more intimate. The connection you had tried to suppress was undeniable, and it seemed that Lena was equally drawn to you.

As the gala reached its peak, Lena took your hand, leading you to a quieter spot away from the crowd. The moon's soft glow bathed you both in an ethereal light, and Lena's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

"(Y/n), there's something I've been wanting to say," Lena began, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I've noticed the way you look at me, the way your presence brings me comfort."

Your heart raced as Lena's words hung in the air, hope and uncertainty warring within you.

Lena's fingers gently lifted your chin, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "And I want you to know that the feelings are mutual."

Before you could respond, Lena leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Time seemed to stand still as you shared a moment of unspoken connection, the weight of your emotions finally acknowledged.

The gala came to an end, and you found yourselves on the rooftop, the city's lights twinkling below. Lena's hand was entwined with yours, and the silence between you was comfortable, filled with unspoken promises.

"Is this real?" you whispered, your gaze never leaving Lena's.

She smiled, her expression a mixture of contentment and certainty. "It's as real as the stars above us."

THE END

#lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x female reader #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x y/n #x female y/n #kiss #crush #one shot #oneshot #supergirl #happy ending

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thatonebirdwrites · 2 months

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I'm putting all the one-shots I wrote on Tumblr for Supergirl (specifically Supercorp) in this fic. Bookmark it if you'd like to read them all once I get them all up. :)

There are a few that will be in a separate fic because i do plan on finishing them as a multichapter. Or I'm writing the fic with another author. Here are the ones that will be separate:

Matching Tattoos

Color Out of Space

Floor is Lava

Enjoy!

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #kara zor el #sam arias #supergirl #cw supergirl #one shots #Storing most of my supergirl oneshots in this AO3 fic

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lenakluthor · 14 days

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tiny pieces (inspired by this post) word count: 1,675 words read it on ao3

Today is the day. Kara is finally going to tell Lena she’s Supergirl. She’s just arrived at Lena’s apartment for a movie night, and she knows she can’t waste any time. She’s gotta rip the bandaid off. Kara greets her best friend, hangs her coat on the rack, and takes a deep breath. “Lena, I need to tell you something.”

Lena cocks her head, her brows furrowed. “What is it?”

“I should’ve told you this a long time ago, but I didn’t because I was scared of losing you. I told myself I was protecting you but I wasn’t protecting you, I was hurting you…” Kara trails off and takes another deep, shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Kara. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Nerves flood Kara’s system. This is it; it’s now or never. She’s brought it up, there’s no way Kara can back out now, even if she wanted to. She can feel the words forming in her mouth, begging to come out. She’s hid for so long– out of fear, out of doubt, out of self preservation. All of it melts away when Kara looks into Lena's eyes. She’s looking at her with so much care and concern, Kara can barely stand it. Her heart constricts at the sight and– “I love you!” she blurts.

Kara's eyes go wide in shock as the words leave her lips. Her hand flies over her mouth. Kara gasps quietly, a short intake of breath someone could easily miss, but Lena notices. Lena always notices. She stares at Kara for a moment trying to gather her thoughts. “You–” she cuts herself off, afraid that if she asks Kara to confirm, she’ll tell her it’s not like that. Before she can dwell on it, though, confusion sets in. “Why did you think keeping that from me would protect me?” Her voice is small and her eyes well with tears. How could Kara possibly think that loving her would hurt her? “I– that’s not–” Kara takes a steadying breath before continuing. “That's not what I was trying to say.” Lena nods slightly at Kara, her lips pressed together in a thin line, pain written all over her face. As a result, Kara’s next words come out in a rush– a flurry of a confession born out of desperation. “No, no, no Lena, please don’t think that means I didn’t mean it! I did... I do. I’m in love with you, and I knew if I told you that I’m Supergirl, I'd lose you. I couldn't bear the thought of a life without you in it. I convinced myself you’d be safer if you didn’t know, but it was really myself I was trying to protect.” Kara steps forward and reaches for Lena's hands, but thinks better of it and lets them drop to grab the hem of her shirt instead. This is definitely not going the way she wanted it to. She looks down at her feet. “But I can’t hide in fear anymore. About any of it. I'm Supergirl and I'm in love with you.” She takes off her glasses and looks back up at Lena. Lena stands there, unmoving, her eyes locked on Kara's. Her emotions overwhelm her– shock, anger, love, relief, happiness, pain. It's too much. Lena just got everything she’s ever wanted in the same breath as the worst thing she could imagine. Kara is Supergirl. She lied. But she also loves her and Lena can’t reconcile both truths in her head. Kara can’t love her if she’s spent the past four years lying to her face. It’s impossible. “Please say something.” Lena responds with the only thing she knows is true. “I love you, too.” All of the tension leaves Kara’s body as relief washes over her. She reaches for Lena's hands again, but this time it’s Lena that pulls away. “No. That doesn’t mean you get to do that to me, Kara." Lena takes a step back. She can feel her hands shaking and she doesn’t know if she’s going to be able to keep her composure. Admitting her feelings to Kara broke something inside of Lena. “You don’t get to manipulate me with your warmth and your earnestness and your love any more. Because the truth is, you can’t love me. There hasn’t been a single honest moment in our friendship. You lied to me for years. You violated my trust. You knew how much it hurt me to have everyone I've ever cared about lie to me and betray me, but you did it anyway.” “Lena, please! I–” Lena holds up her hand before Kara can continue. “You betrayed me, and you claim to have done it because you’re in love with me. That's not what love is, Kara. Trust me. I would know.” Tears spill from Kara’s eyes as Lena talks. She can’t argue; Lena's right. She hasn’t been treating Lena the way she deserves, and the guilt has been eating her alive. She knew it was wrong, knew it would break Lena's heart, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Lena, I'm so sorry. Please believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you.” Lena scoffs at that, but Kara pushes on. “I wanted to tell you so many times, but the more time went on, the more I fell in love with you. And then it just felt impossible because losing you– hurting you– would be worse than the strongest kryptonite.” Lena can feel her anger start to falter; she knows how seriously Supergirl– Kara– takes kryptonite. She’s looking at her with so much pain in those gorgeous blue eyes and Lena knows she means what she says. It doesn’t make her hurt any less.

She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes, trying to center herself. Her chest aches, she’s shaking, and Lena doesn’t know if she’d rather scream or cry. Everything in her is telling her to retaliate, to make Kara hurt the same way she’s hurting now. Lena has spent her entire life fighting the legacy her last name holds, and she thinks this might be her breaking point. She doesn’t know if she has it in her to keep fighting against decades of Luthor conditioning. Not when the pain of this betrayal has her feeling so shattered.

“You just broke my heart, Kara.” Lena’s voice is impossibly small, barely above a whisper, and every word is laced with grief.

Kara looks at Lena, sees the way her hands shake, hears the pain in her voice, and she doesn’t think anything has ever hurt her more. Kara has been beaten into a coma, shot with kryptonite, blasted with countless bombs and missiles, and none of it even comes close to the pain of seeing what she’s done to Lena. “I’m so sorry, Lena. I was selfish and scared. I kept making excuses because I didn’t want to hurt you like everyone else, but it just made it worse.” She takes a shaky breath. “I wish I had told you sooner. I wish I could make you believe that everything else between us was true. I lied to you about who I am, and that was the biggest mistake of my life, but the feelings were real. Everything else was real, Lena.”

The ache in her chest only grows as Lena struggles to hold onto the last shreds of her anger. Being angry is safe. She can let it build and grow and wrap around her until it forms indestructible armor around her heart. Kara can’t hurt her if she doesn’t have access. But no matter how badly she wants to cling to it, Lena knows it isn’t something she can keep. Not when it’s Kara. Not when she loves her.

The silence hangs between them. Lena tries to untangle her conflicting emotions while Kara fights against the panic that threatens to swallow her whole. Still, the quiet grows.

Lena doesn’t know how long they stand there, but when she looks back to Kara, she sees that she’s crying even harder. Silent sobs wrack through Kara’s chest and Lena can’t help but want to comfort her. The light catches on a tear rolling down Kara's cheek, and before she even registers what she’s doing, Lena steps closer to wipe it away. Her hand lingers on Kara's cheek and Kara’s eyes flutter closed. She leans into the touch like it’s a life preserver and she’s drowning. Lena's resolve crumbles.

“I can't tell you that it’s okay, but I believe you.” Lena drops her hand from Kara’s cheek. “I wish I didn't. Hating you would be easier,” she pauses and her eyes dart between Kara’s, searching for something– anything– to make her stop loving her. When she comes up empty, Lena sighs and continues. “But I can’t.”

Kara’s eyes shine with tears and her lips form a small pout. She crinkles her brow. “What does that mean for us?”

Lena feels like her heart was broken into a million tiny pieces tonight. She also knows the only person who could put it back together is standing right in front of her. “I don't know, but if we’re in love with each other, it’s worth fighting for.”

Kara smiles at Lena through watery eyes and Lena feels one of those tiny pieces click back into place.

Lena smiles back and Kara feels like she can breathe again.

Taking a step closer, Kara tentatively places a hand on Lena's neck, her thumb gently running along her jawline. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Lena breathes. “I think that might be the only thing you could do to make this feel any better.”

Lena can feel Kara's smile against her lips as Kara crashes hers into them. Another tiny piece slides back into place. She kisses Kara back and thinks, eventually, her shattered heart won’t feel broken at all. It’ll just feel whole.

#remember that thing i wrote on an incorrect supercorp post?#well i decided to flesh it out a little more #and now it's a proper oneshot #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorp fanfiction #my writing

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sssammich · 4 months

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sam's supercorptober 2023 fic roundup

FINALLY finished all prompts i wanted to write (shoutout to my friends to whom most of the chapters are dedicated to!)

anyway, all stories are also available on AO3 conveniently located in one place if that's more your jam. but here are the direct tumblr link versions as well.

days 2: romance, 4: money, 5: maroon, 13: spice, and 15: game aka Crepe AU: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 - kara and lena meet cute, also kara owns a food truck

day 19: hazy - semi AU where something happens with kara's memories

day 22: art - AU where kara buys a portrait of lena luthor in an estate sale

day 24: enchanted - AU where lena goes to a party and gets a psychic reading

day 30: magic - AU where the demon queen finally defeats supergirl, but it's complicated

share with your friends i'd love it and i bet they'd love it too lol anyway please enjoy and thanks in advance for reading and commenting xo

#supercorptober2023 #supercorptober 2023 #supercorp #supercorp fanfiction #samfic #oneshots #fanfiction #supergirl fanfiction #in retrospect these are all AUs #my bread and butter

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lvvstudios · 8 months

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Characters I'll write one-shots for:

Actresses:

Sadie Sink

Emma Myers

Sasha Calle

Hailee Steinfeld

Maya Hawke

Maia Michell

Netflix original shows:

Max Mayfield

Enid Sinclair

Robin Buckley

DC:

Kara Zor-El

Marvel:

Kitty Pryde

In short, every character I have a story about on my Wattpad as well as their actresses as well as others that I like 🤷‍♂️

You can also ask for preferences, but then I'll write it for all the characters/ actresses above

Request are welcome!

#sadie sink #max mayfield #emma myers #enid sinclair #hailee steinfeld #sasha calle #supergirl #kara zor el #maya hawke #robin buckley #oneshot #preferences #wattpad #male reader #maia michell #kitty pryde

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glwstic · 1 year

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Rec List 2: Teen Wolf

- For Varying Degrees of Tired by alocalband

“Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Oneshot, 2,363 words

- The Wolves Who Cried Boy by adara, Swlfangirl

In which almost none of the wolves know the true meaning of the word emergency and Stiles just wants to relax.

Oneshot, 5,008 words

- Awake by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

He wished he could say he was surprised by the scowl, but considering he was positive Derek’s face was actually hard-set that way, he couldn’t be surprised. Why he was scowling at him now, though, he had no idea. He didn’t remember doing anything to piss him off lately.

Well, this week…

Today?

It was Derek, he probably got angry at Stiles when he breathed, so it was hard to really think on it too much.

Oneshot, 3,640 words

- Illegal by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Scotty. I told you. Mountain Ash barrier is still up. If you need to talk to me, that’s what cell phones are for.” He reached the window and wrenched it open, leaning out so he could stare down at the pile of limbs on his front lawn, where the werewolf had fallen after his failed attempt at entering Stiles’ house. “Besides, if dad’s on the night shift, the doorbell works, too. You don’t need to—”

The words died in his throat when the face that looked up at him did not belong to Scott.

Derek Hale.

Derek Hale was standing in his front yard.

Oneshot, 3,143 words

- Model by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

Stiles’ screaming stopped abruptly and he twisted to look over his shoulder. Derek had frozen, one hand half down Stiles’ sweats, the other pinning his wrists to his pillow.

Both of them stared at the sheriff, who looked crossed between horrified and furious.

Oneshot, 1,612 words

- Sing by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Sputtering with his vision swimming and head throbbing where he’d hit it against the wall, Stiles struggled to shove the shower curtain out of his face and stared up at the person looking to startle him to death.

Derek. Figured. Who else would it be? Nobody else tried to kill Stiles when he was tending to his hygiene.

Oneshot, 1,071 words

- Vulnerable by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Scott answered him, but Stiles didn’t hear him. He bowed his head, breathing hard, feeling a panic attack threatening. Why had Scott asked him if he was himself? Why would he be asking him something like that unless...

Unless...

“Stiles!”

Derek was too close. He was way too close. He had both hands on Stiles’ cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. He looked worried, which was a weird expression to see on his face. Not that it didn’t happen, just that it was rarely directed towards Stiles.

“Stiles, breathe.”

Oneshot, 1,245 words

- SuperWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who are you? What are you doing? How are you doing? What is going on? Put me down!”

The man holding him let out a small chuckle, but didn’t release him until they were back on the cliff.

Where the Kappas were.

And he did, in fact, try and put Stiles down.

Stiles clung to the man tightly, arms around his neck and legs twisted so he could keep himself raised off the ground.

“Ah, not now, not now! Put me down where there aren’t any Kappas!”

(SNYE - January 5th - Crossover)

Oneshot, 4,816 words

- I Broke a Rule by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

They hadn’t ever spoken about rules, but they seemed pretty clear-cut and black and white.

No kissing, no talking about it, no feelings. Just fucking, and the occasional discussion before and after, and that was it.

Stiles knew the unspoken rules, and Derek knew the unspoken rules.

And yet somehow, they’d both broken them at almost the same time.

(SNYE - January 12th - Friends With Benefits)

Oneshot, 2,250 words

- Follow the Code by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I had that,” Stiles informed him, still on his ass on the hard ground.

“I could see that,” Derek said. He was still wolfed out, eyes glowing red, staring down at Stiles like he didn’t know what to make of him.

When Derek took a step forward, hand outstretched to help him up, Stiles raised his crossbow and fired. Derek leapt back a step, looking down at himself, then turned when he heard a thump, the second Omega in the area flat on its face with an arrow in its head.

Turning back to Stiles slowly, Derek frowned down at him. “You saved me.”

“I saved myself,” Stiles insisted, getting to his feet on his own.

(SNYE - January 8th - Enemies to Friends to Lovers)

Oneshot, 26,010 words

#fic rec #Sterek #sterek fanfic #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #smut #fluff #angst #oneshot #supergirl #crossover

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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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Hiiii! So, since it's allowed to send some requests in..I have an angsty one (I think i mentioned it months ago) 😁 Alex Danvers x reader. They are childhood sweethearts, now happily married, reader is not part of the DEO tho she knows everything. Somehow, another Alex from different Earth comes through a portal, having lost her own wife. She is kinda mean though. She temporarily disables "our Alex" and kidnaps reader, taking her to her Earth, leaving the Superfriends look for them in order to bring reader back. - happily ever after or not, I'd leave it up to you 😁 thank you! 😊

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Authors note: Originally I wanted to write something completely different but my hands and mind led me to something else 😂 Hope you like it and have fun reading ♥

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The day was filled with a rare clarity as Kara flew her way through the lush landscape. The villa, an architectural masterpiece of bygone times, sat majestically on a hill, surrounded by a lush garden framed by magnificent trees. The last rays of sunshine of the day bathed the scene in a golden light as the blonde took in the silence and atmosphere of the nature around her.

You outdid yourself in choosing the location for celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary with Alex. The old, vine-covered, red-brick house with its large, bordered green park was glorious in the summertime and brought out the bright colors you have carried in your heart from the day you met the redhead.

A gentle wind blew through the treetops, carrying with it the quiet hum of birds. Kara arrived on the ground and immediately climbed the stone steps to the entrance, where the massive doors stood wide open, welcoming her warmly. A faint hint of nostalgia hung in the air in the spacious entrance hall. Antique furnishings filled the room, from silver-plated mirrors to a grand, curved staircase that led elegantly to the upper floors.

A soft murmur and the quiet clatter of tools came from outside. She followed the sound and found herself on a balcony. The vantage point offered a breathtaking view of the garden and surrounding countryside. Down there, the workers spread all over the white gravel road and seemed busy as they were making some arrangements and put the finishing touches to the decorations.

The hammering and knocking mingled with the humming of the bees buzzing around in the garden's blossoms. Elegant tables and chairs were arranged, garlands were artfully draped and bright, yellowish lights were placed in the trees. It was as if the place itself was preparing to have an unforgettable evening filled with people you both loved.

Kara leaned against the railing of the balcony and watched the hustle and bustle below her. It was impressive how each move seemed perfectly coordinated with the next. It was clear that you worked for your anniversary with a passion for detail and beauty.

The blonde could not be present at the preparations for your wedding, she was busy saving the city from a dangerous alien. But this time she enjoyed it much more intensively, knowing that both her sister and you could not be happier than at this point in time. The people her sister had dated were nice but could never compare to you. You brought forth something in the eldest Danvers that no one had done before.

In the midst of all this hectic activity and her deep thoughts, you suddenly appeared behind her, a bright smile on your lips, your hair slightly disheveled from work. She could tell right away that you wore a smile that was full of anticipation and mystery. "Kara!"

“Y/n, it looks really spectacular. Alex will be thrilled." The blonde exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and relief, walking the last steps that separated the two of you to wrap you in a tight hug. After a while, you separated yourself from her and stepped next to her closer to the edge of the balcony. You nodded vigorously, unable to take off your wide grin. "I hope so. I have all of her favorite things here, and the guest list is also full of all our friends and family. It's going to be an evening full of joy and memories.“

Kara gently placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to her. "Believe me, she'll love it," with a kiss on your temple, you rested your head on her shoulder and joined her in surveying the final preparations that were being completed, ready to reveal the secret of the evening and mark the beginning of an unforgettable fifth anniversary.

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The sunlight slowly dipped towards the horizon and the first stars began to twinkle lightly in the sky. Kara´s bedroom glowed with a warm light coming from the numerous candles on the surfaces of her furniture and the fireplace. A soft scent of vanilla and red roses hung in the air as you eagerly prepared to head off to your own anniversary party with Alex. Kara had suggested that you get ready at her place so that Alex wouldn't see you beforehand. After all, everything should be a surprise - including what you wore.

In her bedroom, a happy melody floated through the atmosphere as you stood in front of the large mirror. Your dress, an elegant, long evening gown in a shimmering burgundy red, hung on the door behind you. With a hint of excitement in your eyes, you gave yourself a smile in the mirror as you began your makeup.

The sounds of jazz music came from your phone, where the playlist for the evening was already rehearsing. The memories of five years of ups and downs flowed through your mind, and a warm feeling of gratitude spread through your heart before you prepared to sit at the dressing table, surrounded by a fine selection of lipsticks, eye shadows and perfumes.

You opened a bottle of your favorite scent, which even the redhead found hard to resist, and let the floral scent fill the air. The sparkling silver earrings Alex gave you for your first wedding anniversary were waiting on the table to be put on.

As you were applying your makeup, you suddenly felt a strange energy flowing through the room and heard a soft, magical hum. With a brush in your hand, you walked confusedly towards the door that separated you from what was happening in the anteroom. “Kara?” you asked, unsure about your sister-in-law, not actually expecting her here at this time. The blonde had promised you that she would look after the location while you got ready. “Is everything okay? I thought you wanted to-"

As you poked your head through the crack, you saw a glowing portal open in the middle of the room. Out of the shimmering light emerged a figure that seemed familiar at first glance. It wasn't until you took a second look that you saw Alex, appearing in a swirl of colors and sparks. "Babe, are you okay? I thought you were on your way to Sam," you asked with a mixture of fear and surprise, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her closely. The clothes she wore were strange and definitely not something she ever seemed to wear. The redhead seemed worn out and there was no love or happiness shining in her eyes like it used to. Just a dark shadow, while the features of her face seemed unnaturally hard.

"Y/n," she spoke in a voice that cut icy through the night and sent a shiver down your spine. She walked towards you with slow steps and a mischievous grin and you immediately sensed that something was wrong. "You have to come with me. Right now."

You took a step back, gripped by an inexplicable unease. You stared at the person who was acting differently than your partner, feeling a strange feeling arise within you as she continued to walk towards you with slow and dangerous steps. "Why? Where do you want to take me? And who are you anyway?"

Alex twisted her face into a mocking smile and snorted contemptuously. "I'm your wife, silly. Just from another dimension. My wife is lost forever and now I'm here to take you with me." she spoke delicately, a devilish smile slipping across her black painted lips. Her hand placed itself on your shoulder and gently moved down until she reached your wrist and gripped it painfully. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suppress the flash of pain in your forearm. "You can't just show up here and expect me to come with you. You're a stranger."

She glared at you with reddish, shiny eyes, that sent shivers down your spine. Her grip on your wrist tightened, her cold fingers wrapping around your bare skin. She was angry. Very angry, but you could see a hint of sadness in her icy eyes. And despite the unpleasant situation, you felt a mixture of sympathy and irritation. "I may be able to help you, but not if you treat me like this. I'm sorry you lost your wife but I won't go with you. My Alex is here and I won't leave her.“

"But I am stronger, smarter and more determined while your Alex is weak and naive. You would be better off with me than with anyone else who only shares their physical resemblance with me." With a quick movement she raised her hand and released a beam of crimson energy at you. "You will follow me whether you want to or not. In my world there are possibilities that you cannot even imagine."

Without waiting for an answer, she violently pulled you through the portal. Reality blurred and a light briefly blinded you. As the veil lifted, you stumbled through the swirl of color, dazed and with a sharp pain in your head.

"What have you done?" You whispered, staggering and trying to focus on your surroundings. Disoriented and irritated, you looked at the dark, distorted version of National City as you knew it. Dark Alex, as you had already called her in your head, smiled triumphantly and looked down at you as you got on all fours, still trying to free yourself from the spinning dizziness that was taking over you. "Welcome to my world, my darling. Here we will see how strong you really are and whether you can do justice as my wife."

You felt trapped in a strange, hostile and cold dimension. Ignorance of what was going on and burning concern for your real wife led to a mixture of fear and determination. But what you didn't know was that your real Alex, left on her own Earth, was locked in a box somewhere far away from the city, temporarily switched off by unconsciousness and magical chains that rendered her unable to move even the slightest.

You knew that a battle would begin to rage between dimensions to determine your whereabouts.

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The festively decorated hall was filled with a lively murmur and the clinking of champagne glasses as Kara, the Superfriends, and other guests excitedly waited for you and Alex. The room glowed with a warm light in the darkness of the evening as the candles flickered on the tables and soft melodies floated through the air.

The blonde, in an elegant dress, walked nervously through the crowd, her super ears alert to every noise, while Lena, Winn and Sam stood at the entrance of the hall, looking for you. The anticipation in the air gradually faded as the minutes passed and neither of you showed up. "It's unusual for these two to be so late," said Winn, looking worriedly at his watch and swaying nervously on his feet.

Lena frowned her brow in worry. She also found it strange. You were particularly punctual in everything else you did. "I tried calling y/n but it only goes to voicemail. Maybe they're late or stuck in traffic? I really hope everything is okay."

The mood among the guests became increasingly nervous as more time passed and the two of you still didn't show up. Kara felt a vague unrest inside her, as if something had gone terribly wrong. She decided to investigate the situation and set out to look for her sister and sister-in-law.

In the meantime, a tense silence filled the hall. The guests whispered worriedly to each other as the music in the background grew quieter and quieter. Lena, Winn, Sam and J'onn tried in vain to call any of you, but all attempts to contact failed.

Finally Kara returned, her face expressionless. The tension between the superfriends was palpable as the blonde walked sternly towards them and addressed the concerned guests. "I couldn't find her. Alex isn't home and y/n isn't in my apartment. However, her dress is still hanging untouched in my bedroom and-" she paused for a moment, pulling a small electronic device out of her jacket pocket. "This is y/n's cell phone. The music was still playing on it when I got to my apartment but she wasn't there. Something is wrong."

A hint of unease crossed the crew's faces. The anniversary celebration, which was planned to be full of joy and celebration, turned into a worrying situation of waiting and uncertainty. "What do we do now?" Sam asked questioningly.

"We have to find out what happened. I'm going to work with J'onn and fly to the DEO. Maybe we can find something out there," she replied with a firm look on her face, the growing concern for the both of you only increasing. "Winn and Lena, can you please go to my apartment and see if you can spot any alien activity?"

The Superfriends nodded solemnly as Kara headed off with J'onn to take action. The once happy atmosphere of the day was tinged with worry and anxiety as everyone hoped that you and Alex would return safely to celebrate your anniversary.

The night fell like a dark cloak over National City as Supergirl flew through the streets with a worried look in her eyes. Her super senses were at their peak as she searched for signs of her sister. The unsettling thought that something was wrong made her heart beat faster by the minute.

On a quiet side street, a faint sign of life pierced her super ears. Supergirl slowed her trajectory to locate the source of the sound, her X-ray ability sweeping over the abandoned factory before breaking through the light metal garage door. In a flash she landed next to a dark box, ripping the lid off the nails, seeing her sister lying there with iron chains and a purple aura surrounding her. "Alex.."

Her hands shot out to check the redhead's pulse. The heartbeat was slow, almost imperceptible. She immediately contacted J'onn and the DEO through the comms she had set up before her flight. But the chains made it much more difficult for her to bring the young agent to the DEO. The metal magically burned through her skin upon contact. She had to hurry up. "J'onn, I found Alex. She is unconscious and her heartbeat is extremely weak. I am taking her to the medical department immediately."

Meanwhile, Winn and Lena were already in Kara's apartment, looking for clues to your whereabouts. The room was in pristine condition, but the sight of your abandoned dress on the bedroom door worried the two of them. Lena held it carefully between her fingers and examined it as Winn used the DEO's technology to search for alien activity in the area.

The two continued searching the blonde's apartment when suddenly Winn's detectors picked up on some unusual, changing air. They looked at each other as they noticed that the particle sensors in the air were revealing their presence in the apartment. "I knew something was wrong. She would never abandon us without a reason. Especially not Alex."

"That's strange," Winn muttered, pointing to the display on his monitor as he rapidly typed something on the keyboard. "There are some alternate dimension particles in the air here. That suggests a portal was recently opened here. Lena frowned. "A portal? Here? But how is that possible?"

Winn re-examined the readings and discovered some kind of energetic pattern in the room. "It looks like a portal was active here, but it's been closed. It seems like y/n went through a portal."

"But why? And who could be responsible for it? After all, she has no ability to open such a portal," the black-haired woman speculated and Winn looked up. "Good questions that unfortunately we can only get answers from y/n."

As the two desperately tried to search for answers, uncertainty hung over them. A mystery seemed to be unfolding, and those who knew you best sensed that something big was afoot. They stayed in the apartment with the feeling that a strange, mysterious world had forced its way into their lives and taken one of them with it. The magic of the portal and the unsolved mysteries about your stay hung like a shadow over the two of them.

Meanwhile, Supergirl had arrived at the DEO with Alex. The doctors immediately took over medical care while Supergirl waited nervously nearby. J'onn walked up, his eyes worrying. "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know. But what I know is that something serious must have happened,“ she said with a sigh. Her shaky and slightly sweaty hand cupped her forehead and laboriously brushed away the wrinkles that appeared as she frowned. "Have Winn and Lena at least found out something about my sister-in-law yet?"

"Yes, they did. And you won't like it," he replied, putting his hands on his hips. He watched the expression on her face, the panic that overtook her, even if she didn't want to show it on the outside. "They found particles that Winn was able to trace back to a portal."

As the Martian continued to show her more details about the discoveries in her own apartment, the redhead slowly began to regain consciousness when the DEO's resources were used to successfully remove the iron chains from her. She struggled to sit up in bed against the doctors' wishes, still very dizzy. "What happened?" Alex murmured, her memories slowly returning. She was able to piece together some fragments of her memories, but she hoped for a complete answer, which she still lacked. She held her head, which hurt badly from the attack and her attempted self-defense.

"You were found unconscious. We don't know exactly what happened, but we're looking for y/n. She's missing," Kara explained to her, gently stroking her disheveled hair.

She looked at her sister with wide eyes, fear and terror crossing her face. Her pupils dilated rapidly, making her eyes appear darker, as she tried to rip the vein access and electrocardiogram from her body. Kara stopped her. "There was someone who came into our apartment through a portal just as I was getting ready."

Supergirl and J'onn perked up their ears. "Who was it?"

"She looked exactly like me. She threatened to take my wife away. After that there was a fight, she overpowered me and then..." she stopped talking, knowing what happened next. Alex from another dimension had carried out her threats.

Kara nodded slowly, slowly pushing her sister back into bed. She promised to bring her sister-in-law back safely into Alex's arms while the redhead rested from the attack. After all, she had been attacked with an energy that did not exist on this world and could produce side effects that did not come from earth.

As the mystery of your disappearance deepened and unraveled, Winn and Lena continued to work with the DEO to trace the portal particles and alien activity. J'onn mobilized all of the DEO's resources to find out which dimension was responsible, while his best agent and your friends remained in the dark, not knowing where a family member had disappeared to.

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yelenassafeplace · 2 years

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What I think sex with Kara Danvers/Supergirl would be like:

Please Kara give me one chance, just one little chance !

And also I deeply apologize for my bad English I’m french so I still have a lot to learn !

╰┈➤• Dynamics: Kara Danvers x Fem! reader

╰┈➤• Summary: everything is in the title.

╰┈➤• Warnings: smut, dumbification, mean demeanor, rough sex, explicit content, sex talk, anal, period sex, oral f!receiving, public sex, BDSM, dirty talk, strap-on, dom!Kara, sub!reader, squirting, overstimulation, sex toys, tell me if I should add more warnings !

DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18

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Ugh, Kara, the things you do to me. It’s been a week since I started Supergirl all over again, and I can’t think of anything else beside her. Her eyes, the little wrinkle on her forehead when she’s focused on something or when she lies, her kissable pretty pink lips, her firm legs and slim body, her strong arms and hands… Gosh, I’m going to go crazy.

Talking about strength, you know what she loves to do? Show it off. ´Cause she knows you love it and it makes you feel small and safe. She would lift and move heavy things like they weight nothing in front of you, smiling when she would see you clenching your thighs in an attempt to relieve the need that intensified in your core throughout the day.

I believe Kara is sweet as cotton candy in terms of feelings and relationships, but when it comes to sex… She’s kind of a meanie. Not that she would hurt you in any way, but she loves to see you all whiny and desperate for her.

The thing that she like the most is hearing you beg. She could listen to your rambling and moans all day long if she didn’t have to save National City citizens. That’s why she edges you so often. Drying the tears that rolls on your cheeks, she would gently soothe you, caress your hips and whisper in your ear "You’re so good for me baby; taking everything I give you so well. You deserve a reward, don’t you, love? I’m gonna make you feel real good, I promise. Just relax and trust me princess.”

As I said, she's typically a mean dom, but she can also be really gentle with you, babying and adoring the love of her life. Making out slowly with you, letting her hands explore your perfect body before repeating the same process with her mouth only a few minutes after, and finger you good and slow to prep you.

Then, oh Lord, then… Her mean demeanor comes back, and she fucks your brains out, making you cock drunk with your favorite strap, laughing at how quickly you start to clench around the toy “Aw is my poor baby already cuming? Thought I trained you better than that, y/n. I guess you really are a slut.” Her words alone, well not really since she’s buried inside of you so deep that she hits your cervix with the head of her dick every time she thrusts into you, made you come so hard that strings of your juices gushed out of your little cunt. And after that she fucks 4 more orgasms out of you before lapping your pussy as if it was her last meal to clean you up.

Her favorite position is missionary ´cause she gets to see your face properly as you come hard around her cock, but helping you ride her as you chase your orgasm makes her so wet that it almost drips on the bed. She doesn’t worry about it, since she knows that she will make you eat her out to clean the mess she’s making.

She also loves to play with your clit. Circle it, lick it, suck it, bite it… She could go on with it for hours, overstimulating you, but you adore it.

Anyway, let’s get to business.

Period sex: She likes it very much because you’re really sensitive and it’s fun to mess with you since you’re easily overwhelmed due to your hormones. It also allows her to relieve you a little, making your cramps disappear in no time.

Eating your pussy: Well I think I kind of answered to this a little higher but Kara is obsessed with playing with your clit so eating your little pussy comes with it (even if she’ll focus on your bundle of nerves more).

Anal: As soon as you say that you’re into it, she starts doing researches behind your back. Her mouth hang open as she watches a woman being railed by her girlfriend, dick coming in and out of her hole at a fast and hard pace. She gets so lost into the porn that she only notice your presence when you call her name for the third time. She would close her laptop quickly before pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose while turning to face you. “Okay… That’s really suspicious. What were you doing, Kara? Watching porn without me?” She just shrugs while laughing nervously. “Pfff… What? Me? Never. Why would I watch this when I have the most perfect woman on earth on display for me?” Just know that that night she fucked your ass so hard that you had problems sitting more than 15 minutes straight for 3 days. Yep. She likes it rough.

Fucking you to sleep when you are overwhelmed by your emotions, when you feel sad or just when you need her close to you: She will often do it since you two don’t really get to see each other in the daylight because of both of your jobs, it’s a way for you two to reconnect and have a bit of intimacy.

Public sex: You don’t really get to experience outdoor sex with Kara anymore since the first time you did it she broke a countertop sink (and the counter with it….) in the restroom of a restaurant. After this accident you both agreed that it was better for everyone to only have sex in your apartment. It doesn’t stop her from fingering you at the bar you frequently go to when the both of you go out with her sister and friends. She always wait for them to go grab some drinks to corner you on the booth you’re sitting on with her and slips her hand in your panties, sucking gently at the skin of your neck and moaning quietly at how wet you are for her.

BDSM: Huh, do I have to answer to that after all I said? I take that as a no.

Sex toys: Meh. She doesn’t like it that much. She prefers to use her hands on you to feel you better.

Breeding: If she could, she would get you pregnant every 11 months, alas, biologic doesn’t work that way. But she would still fuck you as if she’s trying to mate with you anyway, whispering dirty things in your ear.

Quickies: Oh hell nah ! She hates it. Well, it’s not really hate, but she wants to take her time with you every time you have sex because you’re the love of her life and she can’t get enough of your pretty body.

୨⎯ "END" ⎯୧

Gosh I’m really a whore for writing those…

#yelenassafeplace #oneshots #kara danvers #supergirl #superman #smut #+18 only

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ynsimagines · 2 years

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Mission gone wrong

The DEO infirmary went silent when director Danvers walked in closely followed by supergirl. It was supposed to be a recon mission observe and report. That’s why Alex felt okay sending you on it without her or Kara their. However it was a trap, your team leader ended up putting everyone in harms way which resulted in multiple injuries. You unfortunately got some of the worst of it.

Kara was by your bed instantly gathering you in her arms, offering words of comfort. Alex in the meantime was chewing out the responsible party.

“You’re on desk duty until further notice. Then there will be a formal review on your employment here. I can however promise you one thing you will never for as long as I am director lead another mission again.”

Alex’s voice had been lowered in a tone that sent a chill down the spine of everyone in the room, including Kara’s.

After talking to the doctor about the extent of your injuries your eldest sister gave you a hug of her own before her and Kara took you home.

While Kara was out doing her nightly patrol as supergirl Alex helped you get comfortable on the couch. “Here babe, this medication should help with the pain,” she said handing you your prescription.

“Thanks,” you said before downing it with the water Kara got you before leaving.

“I’m sorry about what happened today kiddo, I should’ve been there to protect you.”

“You can’t always be their Alex. I was gonna have to go on a mission without you sooner or later.”

“I know, I just hate seeing you in pain,” she said hugging you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied. “What do you want to order for dinner?”

“Whatever you want kiddo, it’s up to you.”

“Okay, but let’s wait until Kara gets back to order I’m kind of tired right now,” you said closing your eyes.

Alex moved your head carefully so she could sit down on the couch and have you laying on her lap you fell asleep to the feeling of Alex rhythmically playing with your hair.

#supergirl kara danvers x reader #supergirl #kara danvers #alex danvers #dc comics #baby danvers #baby!danvers #headcanon #oneshot #oc #cw

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pandorascripts · 10 months

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TAYLOR S. WRITING THING

I could not remember what you call it when a fic is based on a song so ignore that. ANYWAY! HELLO! I'M HERE! NOT DEAD! So I've recently gotten a lot of motivation to write again and it's all thanks to Taylor Swift songs (yup, I'mma swiftie). I wanted to write fics with the theme of her songs. These fics could be for anyone who I write for (take a looksie at my masterlist), so it could be Wednesday, Supergirl and co, or just others I have on there. So send in requests! Or not, I'll still do it anyways LMAO.

Also, the first one I plan on doing is I Bet You Think About Me, with Wednesday. It will not have a happy ending. (OUT NOW!) OKAY BYE-BYE.

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froottalks · 8 months

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Guiding Stars - Kara Danvers x reader

[summary: reader is in love with kara and confesses their feelings to her]

Masterlist

National City was a place of constant hustle and bustle, where the streets buzzed with energy and the skies were guarded by a vigilant protector—Supergirl. Amidst this city's chaos, fate guided you to a chance encounter with Kara Danvers, a woman with a heart as bright as the sun she concealed within her.

You were drawn to Kara's warmth and kindness from the moment you met her at CatCo. Her smile was like a beacon of light in a world that often seemed overshadowed by darkness. As you got to know her, you realized that her compassion was matched only by her determination to make the world a better place.

One evening, after a long day at CatCo, you found Kara sitting on the balcony of her apartment, gazing at the stars. The city lights twinkled below, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for your conversation.

"Kara," you began, "there's something about you, about the way you care for others, that's truly inspiring."

Kara turned to you, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I've always believed that we have a responsibility to use our gifts to help those in need."

As you continued to talk, you discovered a shared sense of purpose—a desire to make a difference, no matter how small. It was as if your paths had converged for a reason, aligning your lives in a way that felt destined.

As weeks turned into months, your connection with Kara deepened. You found yourself spending more time together, whether it was working on a story for CatCo or supporting her in her heroic endeavors as Supergirl. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

One night, as you and Kara stood on a rooftop, gazing at the city's skyline, you couldn't hold back the feelings that had taken root within you. "Kara, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you confessed, your heart racing.

Kara turned to you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you met her gaze. "Kara, you've become a guiding star in my life. Your compassion, your strength—it's all so incredible. And I... I've fallen for you."

Kara's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. After a moment, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I never thought I'd hear those words from someone who knows both sides of me."

You stepped closer, your heart pounding. "Kara, I see you—the reporter, the hero, the person behind the mask. And I care for every part of you."

In that moment, beneath the starlit sky, Kara reached out and took your hand, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I care for you too," she admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "Being Supergirl often means putting others first, but with you, I want to explore a different side of life."

As the city's lights continued to shimmer below, you shared a kiss—a promise of the emotions that had grown between you, a promise of the adventures you would embark upon together.

In the days that followed, you navigated the challenges of life in National City side by side, leaning on each other's strengths and supporting each other through the trials that arose. Amidst the chaos of the world, you found solace and joy in each other's company, held together by a love that was as powerful as the sun that illuminated the sky.

THE END

#supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #cw #supergirl cw #supergirl tv #guiding #stars #guiding stars #supergirl x reader #kara danvers x reader #one shot #oneshot

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dudewotheck · 1 year

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outlining the crap out of a fic idea rn that’s just gonna be so fucking gratifying. i’ve never written anything recreationally in my entire life so this is gonna be actually insane

#im dizzy this is so exciting #supergirl #supercorp #damn right its gonna be a smutty oneshot

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my-meadowlark · 2 years

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fic: it's nice to have a friend [supergirl - kara danvers/lena luthor]

Title: It's Nice to Have a Friend Fandom: Supergirl Characters/Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Rating: E Word Count: 10082 Content warnings: Smut Summary:

Oh, it's nice to have a friend.

It's just Lena would really like it if Kara realized that's not the only way she wants to have her.

Idiots to lovers in three acts, going along with the three verses in Taylor Swift's "It's Nice to Have a Friend".

Notes: Lena is not a witch. Using Prompt #2: Swift for Supercorptober 2022 and B1: Face-sitting for my Kinktober 2022 Bingo.

Read it on AO3 HERE or under the cut.

[Verse 1]

School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow...

Lena's done with work, finally. It's been a long day at the end of a long week and she's ready to unplug. Maybe sit in front of the TV and let a documentary or two play while she drinks some wine. She's drained in a way only an introvert who's had a full day of meetings can be, and all she wants to do right now is be alone and recharge. Except.

When she steps outside the building and onto the snow-covered sidewalk, she sees Kara's smiling face looking at her. And maybe solitude is not all it's cracked up to be after all.

"Hey." Kara grins, blue eyes very nearly twinkling with the sheer joy of seeing Lena, and it's almost a bit too much for Lena to take. "Are you done for the day?"

It takes a couple of seconds for Lena’s brain to get going again after the unexpected vision of her best friend. "Yeah."

"I was just in the neighborhood," Kara says, gesturing at the air around them as she answers a question Lena hasn’t asked yet, "and I thought maybe you'd be done soon. So I figured I'd stick around.”

Lena tilts her head slightly to the left as she studies the woman standing in front of her. Kara's cheeks look pink from standing in the cold winter air. "Why didn't you come inside? You know you're always welcome."

Kara shrugs just so. "Didn't wanna bother you if you were busy. I don't mind the cold."

There's a moment of silence between them, something light and comfortable that makes Lena want to stay right there for the rest of the night, cold and snow be damned. After all, Kara doesn’t mind them. She doesn’t mind standing in them for a chance to see Lena after work.

"Walk you home?" Kara asks, technically out of nowhere, but there’s a part of Lena that thinks maybe she’s been planning the question for as long as she’s been standing outside Lena’s building.

Lena is a bit too surprised to answer right away. “What?”

"Can I walk you home?" Kara tries again, her smile the slightest bit smaller like she's suddenly realized the answer might just be a no.

And if you ask Lena it should be, all things considered. It's not snowing right now, but she knows it's a matter of time. It's cold and dark and the sidewalks are covered in snow that's turned into a greyish sludge. And as if that wasn't enough, Lena has a car. A perfectly good car with its own driver and extremely comfortable heated seats. The intelligent thing to do — and Lena Luthor is nothing if not intelligent — would be to say no. And yet.

"Sure," she says, and when Kara's face lights up she knows she's made the right choice. What’s a little cold and snow between friends?

And Lena is determined to ignore the very obvious issues with this leisurely stroll. She wants to focus on Kara, on how easy it is to talk to her, on how the light from the streetlamps reflects on her eyes.

But Lena is still human, and a few minutes into their walk she feels herself shiver as they wait for a light to turn green.

“Are you okay?” Kara sounds genuinely concerned, a small crinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she looks at Lena. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” Lena lies, cold hands fisted inside the pockets of her thick woolen coat.

“You don’t look fine. Here, do you want—“ Kara’s gloved fingers are already at the zipper of her coat, ready to take it off and give it to Lena.

“No, don’t, it’s not—“ Lena shakes her head even if the thought of being wrapped in a coat that’s a bit too large for her and smells like her very best friend is more than a little tempting. “It’s just my hands.”

Lena pulls them out of her pockets, pale from the cold and slightly reddened in some spots, “I keep leaving pairs of gloves everywhere I go. I never have them when I need them.”

“Oh!” Kara looks relieved, like she was actually scared something might be seriously wrong with Lena. “Why didn’t you say something? That’s an easy fix.”

And then Kara’s taking off one of her gloves and handing it to Lena with an almost triumphant smile on her face.

One glove.

Lena looks at it and then at her own hands like she’s wondering if she’s miscounted somehow.

“That’s— don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful,” and she is, she swears! It’s just— “But it’s one glove.”

“Right.”

“Am I supposed to pick my least favorite hand and let that be the one that succumbs to frostbite?”

“So dramatic.” Kara lets out a quiet chuckle as she rolls her eyes. “Nobody’s succumbing to anything. Put it on.”

Lena is still not convinced this is how thermodynamics works, but if she’d trust Kara with her life (and she would), what’s risking a couple phalanges?

So she slips the glove on, still warm from Kara’s hand, and waits for whatever groundbreaking plan Kara has come up with.

“There. See, and now…” Kara trails off, switching the glove she’s still wearing from one hand to the other and going to stand on the side of Lena where her naked hand is. And then — and Lena was absolutely not prepared for this turn of events — she takes Lena’s hand.

The skin of Kara’s hand is still warm from the glove it wore until just a few seconds ago. Kara’s hand is bigger than Lena’s, firm and strong as it wraps around Lena’s fingers and gives them a small squeeze.

Her heart skips a beat, and Lena remembers a story about the middle finger being connected to the heart according to the ancient Greeks. Well. They’ve just been proven right.

“Warm, huh?”

Lena nods in response, maybe a little dumbly. She can’t stop staring at their joined hands like some kind of moron, and she really wishes she could.

“Lena?”

“Right!” She shakes her head, but it does nothing to clear her mind. At least it does help her look away from their hands and into Kara’s eyes again. “I just— It took me by surprise. I thought you were gonna tell me to stick it in my pocket.”

“Oh!” The dusting of pink on Kara’s cheeks darkens, and Lena has a feeling it has nothing to do with the cold. “I’m sorry, that’s— yeah, no, that makes sense, I’ll just—“

She feels Kara’s hand loosen its grip on hers, but Lena holds on to it even if she knows she probably should’ve let it go.

“No, no. It’s all right. I’d rather— it’s all right.”

They’re both looking at their hands now, like now that they’ve acknowledged the fact that they’re linked they’re not sure how to proceed. Should they keep walking like this? Let go once they reach thermodynamic equilibrium?

“I was, um…” Kara is the one to break the silence, thumb idly brushing over one of Lena’s knuckles, “I’m going to Alex and Kelly’s later. Game night.”

Lena nods, and it takes her a couple more heartbeats to look into Kara’s eyes.

“Wanna come and hang out?”

Lena should say no. There are so many reasons she should say no. She’s exhausted. She has to work tomorrow, even if it’s a Saturday. Her first meeting is at an ungodly time in the morning and she needs to be prepared for it. There is a non-insignificant number of feelings currently swirling around her chest that she’s frankly not sure are appropriate to bring along to a game night. But,

“I’d love that.”

***

They end up being the only ones there. The weather’s steadily getting worse and the rest of the usual suspects cancelled for fear of getting snowed in at Alex and Kelly’s.

“Cowards,” Alex mutters for the twentieth time between sips of the wine Lena and Kara bought on their way there, “cowards, all of them.”

“Babe, we’re on the clock, stop wasting time!”

Lena lets out a lazy chuckle from her spot on the couch. She’s warm, in great company, and drinking amazing wine. The comedy that is watching a sloshed Alex Danvers play Pictionary is the cherry on top of it all.

“Don’t rush genius,” Alex leaves her glass on the coffee table and goes back to drawing on her little whiteboard. Her drawings keep getting more and more detailed as she drinks, and yet each one seems more cryptic than the ones before. Lena can’t wait to see what she’ll come up with next.

“Refill?” Kara whispers, already taking Lena’s glass.

Lena almost says no just so Kara won’t leave her spot right against Lena, but she’d really like some more wine so she nods and lets her go.

“How are you not getting this, Kel!?”

Lena looks up to see Alex holding what can only be described as the love child of an eldritch horror and a top-down view of a corn maze.

“At this point I could just collect all your drawings and use them as Rorschach tests for my patients.”

“Time’s up!” Kara announces as she walks back to the couch, full glasses in hand. “What is that, Alex? Good grief.”

“Kelly, come on,” Alex taps the drawing with her marker, adding a galaxy of little dots that does nothing to help her case, “you know what it is.”

Kara holds Lena’s glass out for her to take, and it’s only when she wraps her fingers around it that Lena notices there’s something pressed against the glass. A piece of paper? A folded piece of paper.

“Alex, I’m a literal alien and not even I know what that’s supposed to be.”

Lena listens to Kara as she carefully unfolds the note and reads the message inside.

Glad you came :) -K

“Screw both of you,” Lena hears Alex say, “it’s clearly devotion. Who doesn’t get that!?”

Lena slips the note into the pocket of her jeans and drinks half of her glass in one gulp.

***

“Well, technically they were right.”

Lena walks out of the bathroom and into the living room wearing a pair of Kelly’s pajamas and feeling a little self-conscious about it all. Sure, they’re her friends. But she’s never spent the night at their place, and there’s something strangely daunting about it.

“I still say they’re a bunch of cowards. Lena’s a civilian and she came.”

“And now she’s stuck in here with us,” Kelly says, saving Lena the trouble of having to say it herself and coming off as ungrateful.

Kara slides the coffee table to the other side of the living room like it weighs nothing at all and starts setting up a makeshift bed on the floor.

“I mean I could get her home,” she looks up at Lena, “I could get you home. Do you want me to take you home? I bet we could beat the worst of the blizzard.”

Lena opens her mouth to speak. She should, of course, say yes. She should go home because she still has that meeting tomorrow.

“You’re not flying Lena home in the middle of a snowstorm. Are you high?” Alex throws a pillow at her sister, who lets out a (fake, dramatic) “ouch” before setting it down on the floor bed.

“It’s fine,” Lena lies, but there’s a part of her that’s not exactly sad she’ll have to spend the night with Kara, even if it’s in Alex and Kelly’s living room, “I’ll just leave first thing tomorrow.”

“Okay!” Kelly wraps one hand around Alex’s arm and gently tugs to guide her towards their bedroom. “Bedtime all around. We all have work tomorrow.”

And after just a few seconds, they’re on their own.

“You take the couch, okay? I can sleep on the floor.”

Lena wants to protest. She wants to say they can both share the couch, but the truth is it’s not big enough for both of them to sleep comfortably on, so one of them will have to take the bed on the floor.

“You don’t have to—“

Kara shakes her head. “I don’t mind. Besides, you’re smaller. You’ll be more comfortable.”

Lena listens to the reasoning behind Kara’s offer. She does, she swears. She’s a good listener. It’s just Kara’s undressing as she speaks, and Lena figures on some level she’s always known Kara’s muscles would have to be well-defined but it’s one thing to know something and a whole different issue to see it in the flesh.

Literally.

So right now her listening skills take a back seat because she’s fully focused on not staring. She can’t stare. Not at the hint of abs she’s treated to when Kara’s undershirt rides up just enough for Lena to notice. Not at the shoulders. Not at the — oh, good Lord — boxer briefs she’s apparently been hiding under her sensible pants all these years.

Lena’s mouth goes a little dry. She doesn’t even feel guilty about it. So Kara is absurdly attractive. She doubts anyone in National City would argue against that factual statement. What’s a bit of admiration between friends? As a scientist, it’s practically her duty to observe the world around her, and that includes boxer briefs.

“Lena?”

“Mhmm?”

It’s Kara’s chuckle that does it, snapping her out of her daze and making warmth rush to her cheeks.

“Right!” Lena shakes her head and pulls back the blankets on the couch. “Bed time. Kelly’s right, we really do need the sleep.”

Lena waits for Kara to get under the blankets on the floor, and if she glances at the flex of this muscle and that as she moves it’s only out of pure scientific curiosity.

She swears.

“Ready?”

As soon as Kara nods, Lena switches off the lamp on the side table and gets comfortable under the covers.

“Night, Lena. I really am glad you came. Even if we got snowed in.”

Lena lets out a quiet chuckle. Now that she’s finally in bed, all the ignored exhaustion seems to have rushed back into her body. “I’m glad I came, too. Good night, Kara.”

Everything stills then. Even the sounds of traffic from outside seem to quiet down. She can hear a muffled ‘cowards’ from Alex and Kelly’s bedroom at one point, but Alex must fall asleep quickly afterwards because Lena can’t hear another sound. Until—

“Lena.” Kara’s voice is just above a whisper. “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

“Me neither.”

Lena smiles against her will. It’s one thing to have a perfectly healthy, normal, objectively appropriate physical reaction to Kara Danvers in boxer briefs. That’s a physiological function, really. Anyone would’ve felt the same. In fact, she’s sure she could write up a decent paper on the merits of using a quick flash of Kara’s obliques peeking out from the waistband of her boxer shorts as a replacement for the Glasgow Coma Scale.

But this. This feeling in her lower belly when Kara says something like that. Something that would sound dim coming from anyone else but if it’s Kara saying it it’s just— it makes Lena feel a certain kind of way. A kind of way that is neither healthy nor normal nor appropriate because Kara is her best friend.

“Are you comfy? It’s a good couch, right?”

Lena nods. Can Kara see in the dark? Probably.

“I am. I just feel a bit guilty for making you sleep on the floor when I get to enjoy the couch.”

Kara lets out a quiet chuckle. “I’m fine. The floor’s not that bad.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

Lena doesn’t count the heartbeats they pass in silence because she assumes they’re going to sleep. But after only a little while, Kara’s voice reaches her once again.

“Lena?”

“Mhmm?”

“Would it—“ Kara stammers just so, “would you feel better if we were both on the floor?”

The right answer is clear: no. No. Absolutely not. She’s up here on the couch where she can contemplate her own inappropriate thoughts in peace, and Kara is down there far away from them. As she should be. Because friends don’t let friends get tangled up in their inappropriate thoughts. And yet,

“Yeah. Yeah, I think maybe I would.”

And so she moves from the couch to the floor, bringing her blankets along even though Kara is already holding her own up for Lena to snuggle under. And does Lena refuse?

No. No, she does not.

“See?” Kara says once they’re both settled under the covers, her bare leg brushing against Lena’s pj-covered one and making her wish she’d rejected Kelly’s offer to let her borrow something to wear, “It’s not so bad. No need for guilt.”

Lena nods. “It is pretty comfortable,” she says, adding another helping of guilt to it all because it’s not the floor that’s comfortable, really, it’s Kara being so close she can almost feel her body heat through their clothes. “I’m glad I wasn’t being a terrible friend.”

Kara scoffs. “You’re never terrible.”

“You’re hardly unbiased.”

“Exactly. You’re my best friend. I know what I’m talking about.”

Lena smiles even though, for whatever reason — for whatever reason — Kara calling her her best friend doesn’t make her feel quite as good as it usually does.

“Lena?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re my friend.”

Lena can’t keep in a quiet sigh. Her friend. “Me too, Kara. Me too.”

Oh, it’s so nice to have a friend.

[Verse 2]

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew...

It’s been months since the last time Lena got home at the end of the day without feeling like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

It’s like that, sometimes. She knows. Running a foundation is stressful, no matter how much you love what you do. There are so many things to juggle, and she’s never been good at delegating.

And then, there’s the other thing. There’s Kara.

It’s hardly a new development. She thinks on some level she’s had feelings for her best friend since before she was her best friend. Since before they could even be considered friends, probably. But ever since that night at Kelly and Alex’s a few weeks ago, they’ve become increasingly harder to ignore.

And of course, as if on cue, the second Lena starts to think about her, Kara appears.

She’s wearing her suit, all… handsome as she hovers just outside Lena’s balcony, Supergirl and Kara all wrapped into one and making Lena want to rip out her heart and throw it out into the street. She’s not above a bit of melodrama in her own private thoughts.

“Long day?”

Lena nods. It’s not a lie, but it feels a bit like one because work is not really the main source of stress for her these days.

“Do you want some company?”

She doesn’t, actually. Lena recharges on her own. She deals with things on her own. She’s learned to appreciate having a support system that actually supports her, but she still prefers going solo when it comes to her own inner turmoil. So, no, she doesn’t want company. But Kara’s company?

“Yeah.”

Kara always helps, even when she’s the reason Lena needs a drink or twenty in the first place. Not that she thinks alcohol would fix this — it would probably do the opposite, if past drunken experiences count for anything — but at least she’d be able to shut down her brain for a while.

Which is exactly what she can’t do right now. She keeps thinking. About Kara. About their friendship and the fact that it’s both the most important thing in Lena’s life and also, somehow, not enough. She goes over the many reasons why the pain she feels right now would be nothing in comparison to what she’d feel if she did anything stupid and lost Kara.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Kara’s voice is warm, almost hesitant, like she’s fully aware there’s more to the circles under Lena’s eyes than being stressed out at work.

When Lena doesn’t answer, Kara tries again. Nudges her side with her elbow, lightly, encouragingly. “Come on.” Like it couldn’t possibly be that serious. Like it couldn’t possibly ruin everything. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” Lena wants to say but doesn’t, “you, you, you, it’s always you. I’m always thinking about you.”

Instead, what she says is, “take a guess”.

Maybe Kara will humor her and guess it’s about work and Lena will go along with it because it’s much easier than the truth. Maybe Kara will laugh it off and bring up something else to talk about.

“That’s unfair,” she finally says, “you’re a genius. You can’t play mind games with a genius.”

Lena cracks a smile. Some genius. Take her out of the lab and it all falls apart.

“You’re Supergirl.”

“Even Supergirl has her weaknesses.”

And there’s something about the way Kara says it. About the tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she leans in almost imperceptibly closer to Lena on the balcony. Something that knocks Lena off balance for a second and has her heart beating off-rhythm for the rest of the afternoon.

“Is it food?”

“What?”

“What you’re thinking about. Is it food?”

Lena lets out a quiet, relieved chuckle. It wasn’t real. Whatever she thought she saw in Kara’s eyes wasn’t real and it both hurts and settles her because the status quo may be painful, but at least it’s safe.

“No. I’m not thinking about food.”

“Shoes?”

Lena looks at Kara for a second. “Why would I be thinking about shoes?”

“I dunno,” Kara shrugs, “I’m thinking about shoes. Your shoes.” She nods in the direction of Lena’s black stilettos and Lena feels a traitorous blush blooming on her chest. “I like them.”

“You do?”

“I mean not for me, obviously. I could never. I’d break something.” Kara is silent for a second, like she’s being distracted by her own thoughts. “Love them on you, though.”

It’s a good thing she’s resting against the railing because Lena’s knees go weak almost immediately. What kind of a comment— is that normal? Is that a normal thing friends say to friends? She combs through her memories of conversations with Andrea and Alex and Kelly and Brainy trying to find an event where someone said something like that.

“Is it puppies?”

“What?” The question comes out a little unhinged, maybe. Just this side of hysterical. What is Kara even— is she doing this on purpose?

“No. No puppies.” Lena sighs and looks at the street below them. If this gets much worse she can just jump. Though with her luck Kara will sweep in and save her mid-fall with those stupid strong arms and— “It’s not kittens, either,” she says, cutting her own train of thought short, “just to save you a question.”

“Dang,” Kara teases, like it’s fair to just… be like that and add teasing to the mix. “I was really hoping for kittens.”

Lena humors her with a smile, and then the conversation lulls for a few moments and she allows herself to think that maybe Kara’s decided to let it go. And then she speaks once more.

“Is it a person?”

Lena nods.

“Oh! Do I know them?”

Another nod. Lena wants to shake her. How can you not see?

“Business or pleasure?”

Lena sighs. She rests her forearms on the railing and bends down until her forehead is pressed against her fisted hands. Business or pleasure? Good fucking question. Both. Neither. But she figures if she boils it down to the meaning behind the question, she can answer it truthfully.

“Pleasure.”

There must be something in her tone. Something in the way she’s slumped over that railing. Something in her general demeanor that makes things click in Kara’s brain.

“Oh. Oh, shoot! I didn’t—“ Kara sounds flustered, and Lena stands up straight just so she can look at her as she trips all over her words. “I didn’t know you were— That you had a—“

“I don’t.”

“Like, obviously it’s none of my business beyond being your friend and wanting you to be happy so it’s not like—“

“Kara.” Lena wraps one hand around Kara’s wrist, and that seems to jolt her out of her self-induced rambling. “I don’t.”

Lena hates that she thinks she sees relief in Kara’s eyes. She hates that she hopes she did. She hates that Kara’s silent for just three seconds and Lena spends them hoping she’ll say she’s relieved out loud.

She doesn’t, of course.

“And do you— I mean, this person. Are they someone you wish would be…?”

Lena lets go of Kara’s wrist. She’s completely oblivious and it’s infuriating but also perfect and Lena loves and hates her for it. So she figures she may as well tell the truth. What the hell, right? It’s not like Kara will know.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Kara swallows and it’s loud enough that Lena hears. “So… why aren’t you—“

Okay, that’s enough. “I’m pretty sure you’ve gone over your twenty questions already.”

“No I haven’t,” Kara sounds like she’s been keeping count, “come on. Why aren’t you with them? You know, if you want to be?”

Lena sighs. Looks into bright blue eyes. Wishes Kara wasn’t Supergirl so she could push her off the balcony.

“It’s not exactly a one-woman decision, is it?”

“I mean I guess not,” Kara shrugs one shoulder, looks at Lena with that pure, transparent gaze of hers and makes her feel both insignificant and the very center of the universe at the same time, “but who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

You. You, you perfect idiot. You.

Lena, once again, opts for an alternative version of the true answer.

“It’s complicated. She has no idea and—“

“Oh!” Kara’s eyes widen slightly. “She?”

Lena actually smirks at that. Of all the things to be surprised by.

“Yes. She.”

You.

“Oh. Oh, okay. I mean, that’s fine, obviously, I just— I didn’t know?” Kara’s cheeks are oddly pink for someone who’s sister is engaged to a woman. “But I mean why would I, right? I never asked.”

“Right.” Lena makes a mental note to tell Andrea Kara thought she was straight, just because she knows she’ll get a kick out of it.

“Right. Right! And you—“ Kara manages to put her brain on the right (debatable) track once again. “And she doesn’t know you have feelings for her?”

Lena just takes a moment to study Kara’s face. Her expression. The look in her eyes. Glaring exception aside (she’s decided to put it in the past and let it stay there), Kara may just be the most honest person she’s ever met. Could she possibly know? Could she know Lena is hopelessly, stupidly in love with her?

She could, Lena figures. Lord knows they’re close enough for Kara to be able to read at least some of her thoughts. But would Kara — sweet, beautiful, good Kara — play games with her, if she knew? Would she force her to stand here and talk about some hypothetical she if she knew it was her Lena wishes she could have?

No. No, Kara would never.

“No. She has no idea.”

“Well. Maybe you should tell her. That’d be a good place to start, right?”

Kara really has no idea. She looks at Lena with all this… this love in her eyes, encouraging her to do something that would very likely make that love disappear, and Lena really doesn’t think falling off the balcony would hurt more than this.

She lets out a deep sigh. Her shoulders slump, and she rests on the railing again. The light pink sky reminds her of the color in Kara’s cold-nipped cheeks when they walked to Alex and Kelly’s holding hands all those weeks ago.

“I don’t want to— I can’t lose her, Kara.” I can’t lose you. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.”

“You won’t.” The answer is so immediate, so confident, that Lena is almost tempted to believe it. “I mean if she’s your friend. You won’t lose her if she’s your friend.”

“Best friend.” Lena mutters to herself and shakes her head, because that’s better and worse, really. More than friends, but not enough.

She doesn’t hear Kara for a while, and Lena figures there’s just not a lot to say at this point. Kara’s offered her best advice, and that’s really all she can do for her, right?

And then she feels her. Kara’s standing right next to her, bodies not quite touching but close enough. Close enough for Kara’s fingers to brush over the back of Lena’s hand before wrapping around Lena’s fingers and giving her hand a small, reassuring squeeze.

It doesn’t really help. She wants to tell her it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough, and Lena feels tears burning in her eyes as the sun sets, and she knows Kara can tell she’s about to cry.

“Hey,” Kara says, and she doesn’t let go of her hand, “I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Well, at least she has her as a friend. Kara is her friend and she’s not going anywhere. And it’s nice to have a friend.

[Verse 3] Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow...

The wedding is lovely.

It’s everything Alex and Kelly deserve, and Lena is so happy for them. She’s so happy for them and she wishes them every happiness in the world, but she just needs a moment to herself.

Over the last few months the pain has turned into an ache. She’s not contemplating throwing herself and/or Kara off the balcony anymore, so that’s progress. But that ache. That dull, constant ache in her heart. She’s not sure what’s worse.

And today she’s celebrating someone else’s love. (She’s so happy for them). And she gets to see Kara in her pretty blue dress, singing with that beautiful voice and looking at her with those eyes and it’s so much and not nearly enough and Lena just— she needs a moment. So she walks until she can barely hear the party anymore and finds a secluded little spot on the far side of the venue, where the ceremony took place.

A crunching sound under her foot makes her look down and see she’s walking all over the rice they threw at the brides just a couple of hours ago. She hopes some of that luck will rub off on her via the black stilettos Kara loves so much (on Lena, specifically), or at least that stepping on the rice won’t bring bad luck to Alex and Kelly.

There’s something oddly soothing about walking over the rice that covers the floor like a strange sort of snow. Lena finds herself idly dragging the toe of one of her shoes over the rice, watching swirly shapes appear.

At one point, through no conscious thought of her own, she draws a heart. And then a vertical line inside it. She could so easily turn it into a K, couldn’t she? Just a diagonal here, and then—

“Lena, hey!”

Kara.

Shit. Shit.

Lena quickly drags her shoe over the stupid heart and wishes it was this easy to get rid of the real one.

“I couldn’t find you,” Kara says as she walks over to her.

“I didn’t really want to be found.”

It comes out a little sharper than she meant for it to be, she can tell because Kara’s smile falters and she deflates just so.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll just—“ Kara shakes her head and Lena ponders whether someone can die from the sheer effort of not tucking a flyaway strand of hair from Kara’s pretty braid back behind her ear, “I’ll leave you alone.”

Lena sighs. “Wait. Don’t— I didn’t mean it like that.”

I always want to be found by you.

“I just needed a break. Too much social interaction for a day. You know me.”

The light in Kara’s smile comes back and Lena figures that’s worth all the heartbreak in the world, anyway. Seeing that smile.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Kara says, and when Lena gives her a questioning look she decides to elaborate. “The rice?”

Lena looks down at the spot by her foot just to make sure nothing remains of the heart she drew.

“That one night. When I picked you up after work and we got snowed in at their place.”

It’s a funny choice of words, Lena thinks, when Kara says she picked her up like it was a planned thing and not a spur of the moment, I-was-in-the-neighborhood kind of deal. Against her better judgment, she lets the words and the implication settle in her chest even if she knows, intellectually, it’s all make believe.

“When we shared gloves,” Kara continues, and Lena swears — she swears — Kara swings her arm in an almost imperceptible way that makes their hands very nearly touch, but not quite, and at this point Lena is pretty sure that has to go against some kind of Human Rights Convention, “remember?”

Lena considers lying. Saying she has no recollection of any of those things. But she imagines the look in Kara’s eyes if she did that and she immediately decides against it.

“Yeah.” The night everything shifted just enough for Lena to no longer be able to manage her feelings for Kara by calling her a friend and not giving it much thought. “Yeah, I remember.” And though normally she would’ve left it there, they’re at a wedding and Lena’s had a glass of wine or two, and it’s not like she has much pride left to lose when it comes to Kara and her feelings for her. “I’m surprised you do.”

Kara shifts on her feet. It probably would’ve gone unnoticed under most circumstances, but they’re standing on rice and Lena hears the crunch of it. And when she looks up she sees Kara is looking down at her own hands, cheeks flushed pink as she clearly struggles to find the words to say.

“Lena,” she finally says, and it comes out in something that’s half sigh and half breath, “I could never—“ Kara frowns, the crinkle between her eyebrows appearing for a second before she forces herself to look up and into Lena’s eyes, “how could I forget?”

It’s like someone’s turned on the light.

Has Kara always looked at her this way? Like she’s begging Lena to look at her — really look at her — and understand what she means?

“Kara”.

It’s barely above a whisper, but it’s enough for Kara to crash into the wall Lena has so carefully built around herself over the last few months and turn it to rubble at her feet.

Kara’s palms feel warm against her cheeks. She’s so close Lena has to look up to maintain eye contact, pretty blue dress brushing against the front of Lena’s blouse. Kara’s breath comes out in warm puffs against Lena’s lips and Lena counts three heartbeats before Kara finally kisses her.

It’s soft, at first. Kara kisses like she smiles. Like she was born to do it. Like she has nothing to hide and everything to give. Lena’s fingers fist around the soft blue fabric of Kara’s dress just so she’ll have something to hold on to if her knees completely give up on her.

It doesn’t stay soft for long. One of Kara’s hands leaves Lena’s face to rest on her hip and then slide down to grab a handful of her ass. Lena gasps into Kara’s mouth and Kara takes her chance to deepen the kiss, her other hand moving down to wrap around the side of her neck.

Gently. But with purpose.

The pad of Kara’s thumb presses against the hollow of Lena’s throat, just enough to make her feel it, and Lena is pretty sure she’ll either die or come just from being kissed by Kara, and to be perfectly honest she’s ready to accept either outcome at this point.

And then there’s this moment. When Lena sucks on Kara’s bottom lip and Kara makes this sound that’s somewhere between needy and obscene and yet, somehow, Kara, and Lena needs to pull back just enough to take in a deep breath before she can go on.

“Are you okay?” Kara practically mumbles against Lena’s lips, voice soft and sweet in sharp contrast to the hand currently sliding down from her neck to cup her right breast through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

Lena nods, chest heaving with the effort of taking in proper breaths given the circumstances.

“Good,” Kara kisses her again. And again. And again.

“We’re still—“ Lena’s voice comes muffled between kisses, the last handful of her still-working brain cells struggling against the way every fiber of her being demands more of Kara, “wedding.”

It’s not immediate, but eventually the words start to sink in and Kara pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against Lena’s, eyes closed and kiss-swollen lips parted to try and catch her breath.

Inconveniently enough, it makes Lena want her even more.

But, still. Wedding.

“We should go back.”

Kara nods. There’s a shaky breath and a fraction of a step back and she moves her hands away from Lena’s ass and breast to oh-so-sweetly help straighten out her blouse.

Lena wishes Alex and Kelly so much happiness. So much. But she also hates them, and especially their wedding, so very much right now.

And then Kara takes another step back and Lena can actually look at her and see her own dark lipstick smeared on Kara’s lips and Kara’s face flushed with want and Kara’s eyes a darker blue than Lena’s ever seen and Lena can’t breathe right.

She can’t help it. She just can’t look away from Kara’s lips, and she actually brings up a hand to cup Kara’s jaw and let her thumb drag across Kara’s bottom lip, and then—

“Fuh…” Lena can’t even swear right. Kara, with absolutely no sense of shame or decorum, actually flicks the tip of her tongue against the pad of Lena’s thumb, and then she presses this— frankly, this obscenely soft, lingering kiss to it, and Lena is not sure she would say no to Kara right now even if she wanted to have her way with her on top of the wedding cake, “…ck.”

Kara has the absolute indecency to smirk.

“We could just g—“

“Guys, there you are!”

Winn’s voice interrupts whatever Kara was going to say and until now Lena didn’t think she had it in her to simply murder someone in cold blood, but now she’s frankly not so sure.

“Come on! You’re gonna miss the conga!”

Kara is super-humanly good, so Lena is not exactly surprised when she manages to smile at Winn. “We’ll be right there!”

Winn gives them an enthusiastic thumbs up before disappearing around the corner, and Lena lets out a sigh that’s really more of a breath. They are still at the wedding, and they should go dance the conga. It may be a good thing, actually, Lena tells herself as she starts walking away figuring Kara will follow. They probably need to talk and figure out exactly where they stand before things go any further than—

“Hey.”

Kara’s voice is soft, but not quite as soft as the way she wraps her fingers around Lena’s and tugs just enough to make Lena stop walking.

“Where are you going?”

Lena turns around to look at her. “You heard him. We’re missing the conga.”

Kara smiles and lets out a breathy chuckle, and Lena’s lipstick looks so very good on her Lena’s heart stops beating right.

“I don’t care about the conga.” Kara tugs on Lena’s hand again, and her voice is just this side of husky, and Lena really hopes this venue’s emergency defibrillator is up to code. “I care about this.”

If there was ever a clear cue to start a conversation about friendship and lines being crossed, that was most certainly it. So Lena makes an effort to settle her thoughts and her heart and the rest of her body so she can focus on having a mature, emotionally intelligent talk.

“I know this complicates thin—“

“I’m so in love with you.”

Lena just— she stares at Kara for a moment.

“Wh—“

“I’ve been in love with you for like— I don’t even know, Lena. Forever.”

Lena’s lips form the shape of an oh, but all that comes out is a breath.

“And I mean, if the conga is important to you then by all means we’ll go and—“

“It’s not,” Lena finally says, shaking her head, “I don’t want to do the conga.”

Kara chuckles lightly, takes a lazy step forward that has her front almost touching Lena’s, and gives Lena’s fingers a gentle squeeze.

“What do you wanna do, then, if not the conga?” Kara’s voice sounds light and playful even as she leans in to press a not-quite-chaste kiss to Lena’s lips. “The Macarena?”

Lena laughs against her will, rolling her eyes as she shakes her head and — not for the first time, mind you — wonders why what would annoy her coming from anyone else makes her fall a little bit more in love when it’s Kara saying it.

But it’s not like she can focus on that question, or really any others, because Kara’s free hand is now on Lena’s waist, pulling her flush against Kara’s body, and Kara’s lips are trailing light kisses along Lena’s jaw, and who has time to ponder things when she can feel Kara’s breath on her ear?

Lena’s fingernails trace paths up the back of Kara’s neck and she hears the way Kara’s breath hitches right before she catches Lena’s earlobe between her teeth.

The sound that comes out of Lena’s throat could only be described as a whine, and Kara’s fingers tighten their grip on Lena’s waist. “Let’s go,” Kara husks against Lena’s ear, “let’s just— let’s go.”

Lena nods. “My car’s at the fr— oh!”

One second she’s struggling to keep herself upright on weak knees, and the next she’s flying across the sky in Kara’s arms.

“This way’s faster,” Kara offers as an explanation once they’re cruising at a comfortable speed.

“Are you in a rush?” Lena teases, the fresh air helping clear the fog in her brain. “Hoping we’ll get back in time for the cha-cha slide?”

Kara chuckles, cheeks a light shade of pink that Lena chooses to take as acknowledgment that she’s not the only impatient one in this… let’s call it friendship, for now.

It won’t take them long to get to whichever apartment Kara’s taking them, Lena knows, but she still relaxes in Kara’s arms, resting her head against Kara’s shoulder and looking at the city below them. It’s not the first time Lena’s flown with Kara, but this time it feels different. It feels like the very last secret between them is out in the open now, and it’s really, for the first time, just them.

And then, while she’s looking at the sprawling city below, Lena catches sight of her own feet.

“Shit,” she wiggles her toes like she wants to make sure she’s not seeing things, “I think I left a shoe behind.”

Kara looks at Lena’s bare foot and giggles quietly. “That’s very Cinderella of you, you know. We should’ve stayed and danced the waltz.”

“Do you have any idea how much that shoe cost?” And it’s not like Lena cares, if she’s being perfectly honest. It’s just the principle of it.

“Do you wanna go back for it?” There’s this hint of cockiness in Kara’s voice that’s both extremely hot but also makes Lena feel like she’s calling her bluff. They both know Lena would burn all her shoes before she’d tell Kara to forget about whatever they’re going to do when they get to her place (they’re flying over her neighborhood) and go get that stupid shoe.

But you know what? Two can play that game.

So Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s shoulders, pulls herself closer, watches the pink on her cheeks darken just a shade. She presses a kiss right under Kara’s ear. And then she whispers, “Take me home, baby.”

And Kara drops her.

Well— not literally. But Lena feels Kara’s arms go slack and she’s pretty sure if she hadn’t been holding on to Kara’s shoulders she would’ve fallen at least a few feet down in the second it takes Kara to hold her again. She chooses to take it as a compliment.

“Shoot, sorry! Sorry, sorry, I don’t— are you okay?”

Lena nods and kisses the corner of Kara’s mouth. “I’m fine.” Kara breathes a sigh of relief and starts flying forward once again, a bit slower than before.

“So much for the Girl of Steel, though,” Lena teases, and she sees Kara smile out of the corner of her eye.

“Well, we all have our weaknesses.”

“And yours is being called baby?”

“Mine is you.”

And it’s a good thing they touch down on Lena’s balcony just as Kara says that, because Lena is not sure how safe it is to make out mid-flight and there is no way she’d have been able to keep her hands and mouth to herself after that.

Lena’s back meets the sliding glass door just a second after their feet touch solid ground and Kara kisses her like she’s afraid she may just die if she stops. Lena feels behind herself for the latch that allows her to slide the door open and stumble inside with Kara’s tongue in her mouth and Kara’s hand under the fabric of her blouse, and Kara’s smell in her lungs.

“Bed,” Lena gasps out between kisses, just as a general suggestion because she frankly couldn’t care less if Kara decided she’d rather fuck her on top of the stove at this point.

They make it halfway across the living room before Kara decides the closest wall will do just fine, actually, and Lena feels the roughness of it against her back as Kara gets rid of her blouse in a motion so fluid Lena wonders if it’s another of her superpowers.

Kara stares for a second, a little slack-jawed at the sight of a shirtless Lena in front of her.

“Kara, please,” Lena very nearly whines, because she’s flattered but there are more dire needs right now than having her ego stroked, and she needs Kara to focus.

“You're so pretty,” Kara breathes out, and Lena feels it right between her legs and then on the nipple Kara licks before sucking into her mouth, and then Lena’s mind goes blank because Kara is sinking to her knees and unbuttoning Lena’s pants and Lena needs this so much she feels like she could just cry.

Lena feels the silky fabric of her pants slide down her legs just as Kara presses an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right below Lena’s bellybutton, and then hooks two fingers under the elastic of her lace panties and noses down the front until she’s pressing her lips to the damp spot between her legs and whispering an almost reverent, “you’re so wet, Lena.”

And she is. God, she is. Lena has one hand on Kara’s head, feeling that pretty braid under her fingertips, and the other is playing with her own nipple that’s still warm and slick from Kara’s mouth, and she’s so wet, “for you.”

She hears a snap.

And when she looks down, Kara’s looking somewhere between confused and mortified, lace panties cleanly ripped in two and hanging limply from her hands.

“I didn’t—“ Kara stammers, blushing an even prettier pink than before and looking up at Lena with wide blue eyes, “I didn’t mean to— I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” Lena shakes her head and kneels in front of Kara just so she can kiss her and then kiss her again, hands on Kara’s warm cheeks, “I don’t care,” another kiss, “I don’t care, just keep going.”

And she does keep going, for a while.

She tosses the ripped panties aside and kisses Lena again, deep and desperate and demanding, and she curls her hand around the inside of Lena’s knee, thumb dragging over her kneecap before she slides her fingers up, up, up until she’s tracing patterns on the wetness covering her inner thigh, and Lena just—

Lena just wants.

“Kara,” Lena pants against Kara’s lips, and she’s never felt this needy in her life but she doesn’t care, “please. Please.”

She feels Kara’s breath catch in her throat and her hand is suddenly gone from Lena’s thigh and Lena doesn’t understand.

“What’s wrong?” Lena pulls back enough to look at Kara’s face, takes in the slight crinkle between her eyebrows and the way she refuses to meet Lena’s eyes.

“I just,” Kara lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes her head, “I keep thinking about your panties.”

“About my… panties.”

“I really didn’t mean to rip them, Lena.”

“Kara. Baby, I swear I don’t care.” Lena is ready to just beg for Kara to believe her at this point. Just trust that she could not care less about those stupid panties and fuck her before she goes absolutely insane. “I promise. I didn’t even like them that much. I’ll buy more and I’ll let you rip those, too. I don’t c—“

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“What?” Lena almost takes it as a joke, but Kara looks too serious for that, so now she’s just confused. “Kara, you’d never hurt m—“

“I didn’t mean to do it. I was just— and you said you were wet for me and I—“ Kara makes a ripping motion with her hands, “I mean I don’t think learning to be gentle with my childhood cat prepared me for this and I could really hurt you, Lena. Like that.” Kara snaps her fingers. Lena feels every inch of skin on her body flush with warmth.

She’s fully aware she should not be finding the concept of Kara snapping her like a twig this hot, but all the pent-up sexual tension is doing a number on her brain and she can’t be held responsible for what it happens to come up with at this time.

“Okay.” Lena takes in a calming breath and forces the rational, intelligent part of her brain to engage with the matter at hand. And then she has one of those brilliant ideas. Like portable suns or Kara’s skin-tight pant suit.

“Okay,” she repeats, “kissing. Is kissing ok?”

Kara doesn’t answer right away, and there’s something about the care with which she considers the potential risks that makes Lena feel like she’s swallowed a portable sun of her own and it’s shining inside her chest.

Eventually, Kara nods, and that’s all the encouragement Lena needs to lean forward and kiss her again.

It’s different from all the other times they’ve kissed today. Less desperate. Unrushed and heavy with the kind of intimacy that develops with years of loving someone, even if you don’t say it out loud.

Lena’s hands wrap around the fabric of Kara’s dress at her hips, and she pulls it up and over her head, tossing it aside to join her ripped panties and the rest of her clothes. Kara kisses her again as soon as the dress comes off, and Lena explores every inch of warm skin she can reach on Kara’s body until she finds—

“Oh.”

Kara looks slightly confused when Lena pulls away just enough to be able to look down and find another pair of boxer shorts. Lena’s heart starts beating just a little faster, and she swears she feels it right between her legs.

“I’ve been thinking about those since that night at Alex and Kelly’s,” Lena confesses, because there’s no hiding the blatant hunger in her eyes and she figures she may as well come clean, “they look… very good on you.”

“You’ve been thinking about my undies?”

Lena’s still staring. One fingertip traces the line of Kara’s left oblique as Lena’s teeth catch her bottom lip. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve been thinking.”

When Lena manages to look up at Kara, she’s surprised to see her looking at Lena’s finger against her abdomen, looking every bit as enthralled as Lena was a second ago.

“Kara,” Lena says, hoping it’ll be enough to make Kara at least aware that she’s saying something, “do you want me to show you?”

Kara blinks and looks up, pupils blown and lips parted as she clearly tries to figure out if she’s missed a part of this conversation. “Show me?”

Lena nods. “How I thought about them.”

“Y— yeah.” Kara’s voice is mostly air at this point, dark blue eyes following Lena’s fingertips as they trace a line up from Lena’s bellybutton to her sternum and then towards her left nipple. “Yeah. Yes.” Kara swallows. “Please.”

Lena rolls a stiff nipple between her thumb and middle finger and watches Kara’s abs flex in response. “Lie down,” she says, and she didn’t exactly mean for it to sound like an order, but there’s something about the way Kara eagerly obeys, about the glimpse of a wet spot on her boxer shorts, that hits Lena right between her thighs.

As soon as Kara’s on her back, Lena crawls over and straddles her hips. Kara’s hands start on Lena’s thighs and travel up and then around to rest on her ass, and Lena lets Kara have her way for a second — maybe two — before she grabs her wrists and pulls her hands away.

“Wh—“ Kara looks somewhere between sad and surprised, and Lena tries not to smile too wide.

“We’re making sure I don’t end up like my panties, baby, remember?” Her tone must make it clear she’s in no way actually scared for her well-being because Kara looks more excited than ashamed by this turn of events, but Lena presses one kiss to each of Kara’s hands anyway, just to make sure. “Keep your superhands to your superself.”

And then Lena bends forward to pin Kara’s hands to the floor above her head, and she can feel Kara’s hips twitch between her thighs. “Can I trust you to keep them there?”

Kara nods. Enthusiastically. Lena wonders, briefly, if there’s anything in the world she could ask from Kara right now that she wouldn’t give her. She has a feeling the answer is no.

When she goes back to her original position straddling Kara’s hips, Lena shifts just so, just enough to feel the fabric of Kara’s boxers against her pussy and let her eyes flutter closed to the sound of Kara’s breath catching in her throat.

“I’d think about it when we were together, sometimes,” she says, almost like she’s talking to herself as she braces herself with her hands on Kara’s abs and starts a slow, languid rhythm with her hips, “I’d wonder if you were wearing them. And then when I got home…”

“Y-yeah?” Kara’s voice comes out a little higher than normal, hips shifting under Lena to offer more contact. “What then?”

Lena smiles and shifts her position slightly, and the next roll of her hips makes her moan at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the firm muscle in Kara’s lower abdomen.

“Then I’d—“ Lena moves a little faster, pushes a little harder against Kara’s abs, watches the Girl of Steel’s muscles strain with the sheer effort of keeping her hands off Lena, “I’d keep thinking.”

She’s not making a lot of sense, and she doesn’t think it matters. Every time her hips roll she gets a little closer to getting the release she’s been craving for the last— well, since she first met Kara, probably, and that’s the only thing she cares about right now.

“Lena,” Kara practically whines, “Lena, baby, please let me taste—“

“God,” Lena is so close and she’s not even sure she heard Kara right but just in case she uses her free hand to reach between her thighs with every intention of letting Kara taste her on her fingers, but then—

Lena gasps, more in surprise than anything else, when Kara grabs her hips. “Let me—“ Kara pulls Lena up her body with the same amount of effort it would have taken for her to move a feather, and before Lena can fully engage with what’s happening she’s crying out at the feeling of Kara’s tongue against her clit.

There’s a brief moment of realization when Lena’s brain comprehends she’s sitting on Kara’s face and should probably do something about it, but after that her mind goes completely blank. All that exists is Kara’s lips and teeth and tongue doing God knows what kind of Kryptonian magic on her cunt, and Kara’s pretty braid serving as a very convenient handle for Lena to hold on to as she rides Kara’s mouth, and Kara’s hands gripping her ass so tightly Lena wonders if Kara thinks she’s deranged enough to try and get away from her right now.

Kara’s lips wrap around Lena’s clit to suck it into her mouth, and Lena officially stops making sense. All she can do is keep rocking on top of Kara’s face to the rhythm Kara sets with her tongue, and let out moans that sometimes sound like Kara, and harder, and please, and more.

It doesn’t take long at all. Soon enough Lena’s coming in Kara’s mouth with Kara’s name on her lips like a chant, and Kara helps her along with her tongue until Lena relaxes on top of her.

There’s a moment right as Lena starts feeling somewhat in control of her body again when Lena vaguely remembers there’s a conversation about friendship and crossed lines that they still haven’t had. But as soon as she’s moved off Kara’s face Lena finds herself unable to resist kissing her glistening lips, and then she remembers the damp spot on Lena’s boxers and decides talking can wait another half hour.

***

“We should probably consider rejoining society at some point today,” Lena yawns, stretching on top of her bed.

They made it to the bedroom at some point between rounds four and five, and other than quick trips to the door to accept food deliveries, they’ve been living among Lena’s rumpled sheets ever since.

“Says who?” Kara presses a kiss right next to Lena’s bellybutton and then another one to one of the several marks she’s left on Lena’s delightfully soft belly over the last few days. “We can stay here. We live in the future, we can have food brought to us.”

Lena lets out a lazy chuckle and combs through Kara’s blond hair with her fingers, the soft waves on it the only remaining sign of that pretty braid Lena enjoyed so much.

“Tomorrow’s Monday, Kara. We both have work.”

“But I love it here,” Kara says, chin resting on Lena’s stomach as she pouts, “we should just quit.”

“You know we’re not supposed to stay at work forever, right?” Lena teases, “We can come back here afterwards.”

It’s only when she says it out loud that she realizes they never actually had that conversation after all.

“If you want, of course. I don’t want to presume—“

“I want to.” Kara presses a parting kiss to Lena’s stomach before pushing herself up to hover above her and kiss her lips instead. “I already told you, remember? I’m in love with you.”

Lena smiles, but she forces herself to focus before she gets distracted for another two days. “But we’re friends.”

“Best friends,” Kara adds, like it makes things even better instead of potentially more complicated.

And maybe it’s because she’s been in bed with Kara for the whole weekend. Maybe Kara’s literally fucked her brains out at some point. Maybe she’s high on endorphins and oxytocin and not quite thinking straight. Whatever the reason, she decides maybe this doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that: Kara is in love with her, and they’re best friends.

“You know I love you too, right?”

Kara grins. “I had an inkling, yeah,” she teases right before she starts trailing kisses along Lena’s jaw and towards her ear.

And all Lena can think of is just how nice it really is to have a friend.

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