Sometimes when Kara is exhausted she sleep flies. It’s so rare that she doesn’t even think much about it until she has a particularly trying month that just pushes her to her absolute limit, like she falls into bed in her supergirl outfit covered in soot and just conks out. She doesn’t wake up for a good 11 hours, and when she does wake up its to find she’s in a different bed. A much nicer bed, based on the silkiness of the sheets she’s getting filth all over, and she sheepishly makes her way out when she hears soft humming from the kitchen, and there standing over a skillet is Lena Luthor. She didn’t even know where Lena lived, let alone how to find her and climb into bed with her. Sleep-Kara must have just heard her heartbeat and followed it.
“Good morning, Supergirl,” Lena says with a smile. “You were a surprising thing to wake up to.”
“I am so sorry, Miss Luthor. I don’t even know how I got here.”
“Lena, please. When you wake up in bed with another woman wrapped around you I think it best to be on a first name basis.”
“Lena,” Supergirl says sheepishly, her face red, “I’m really sorry about your sheets. I’ll replace them for you, if you want.” Lena waves it off.
“I’m fairly confident I make more money than the government pays you, Supergirl. Don’t even worry about it.”
“Okay. Well! I promise you, this will never happen again!”
It happens every night for the next week. Even when the exhaustion starts to fade, Kara still falls asleep in her apartment and wakes up wrapped around Lena Luthor. Her subconscious is betraying her, and these morning afters are getting increasingly more confusing. Especially when Kara has a dream she’s eating the best tasting ice cream she’s ever had only to wake up realizing she might be mouthing at a very awake, clinging, heart-racing Lena.