As promised: Superhollstein!
Here you guys go. It’s kind of hard to write them without giving anything away. xD But here’s one. You can follow the tag ‘superhollis au’ for anything pertaining to the story, ‘sisters of steel’ for Ell and Laura brOTP stories, or superhollstein if I write anything else for them.
Thank you all again for your great response to the stories! :D
Carmilla had a habit of falling asleep at her desk while she worked.
She made light of it. She was lazy at heart, naps were the best thing God ever gave man, so on and so forth. But Laura saw through it. And why wouldn’t she? It was easy to tell she was deflecting.
The truth was Carmilla slept at her desk because she couldn’t sleep. Not in bed. Not when trying to clear her mind for sleep opened it to images of Will, of her mother, of Silas that burned behind her eyes and made it impossible to find any peace. Not when what she saw in her dreams was far, far worse.
So better to not give her a moment to think. Better to fill her mind with paperwork and contracts and financials until it was so numb and tired that Carmilla fell into dreamless exhaustion for six hours without even realizing it.
It wasn’t ideal, but it made her able to function, and she was used to it.
But Laura wasn’t.
She’d just fallen asleep, in the middle of reading a budget report, when she felt someone gently shake her awake. Carmilla’s head snapped up.
“Shhh, Carm, it’s me.”
Carmilla blinked and realized, in the dim light the desk lamp provided, that Supergirl was standing in front of her.
Why was Supergirl at her–
Right. Right. Carmilla shook her head slightly. Laura was Supergirl. Her girlfriend was Supergirl. They were the same person, something which took a moment for her sleep addled brain to piece together.
But that still was kind of weird.
“Laura, why are you here so late? It must be–”
“Two thirty AM,” she interrupted, “yeah. I had to take care of a late night robbery and–well, you said I was free to stop in whenever I wanted. I got worried when you weren’t in bed and I followed your heartbeat here.”
“What were you planning if I had been in bed?”
“…To surprise you in the morning with cuddles?” Laura answered, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, that’s weird, right? I know it is–”
“Sweetheart,” Carmilla interrupted gently, “seriously. It’s fine. I would not have complained. Besides, I wouldn’t have offered ‘whenever’ if I didn’t want you to take me up on it.”
Laura blushed as Carmilla reached forward to gently play with her fingers. Then she frowned.
“Well, then let’s talk about the way more important fact that you are sleeping at your desk.” your desk,” she said seriously, and Carmilla groaned.
“Laura, it’s not a big deal. Really. I’m used to it–”
“Used to it?”
Carmilla winced. “I didn’t mean–”
“That you do this…a lot? Sleep at your desk in your home office instead of going to bed?”
“I’m a busy CEO. It happens.”
She looked so concerned, so upset at the thought of Carmilla getting a good night’s sleep, that she felt guilty. Carmilla swallowed.
“Not that much.”
“Carm, I don’t believe you,” Laura answered, “I know what you look like when you lie.”
“What do I ‘look like?’”
“You try to look cold. Like your mom. But you’re not, and there is something you are not telling me.”
Carmilla sighed. She stood up, smoothing out her clothes.
“I…can’t sleep,” Carmilla admitted.
“No,” she shook her head, “not since Will’s trial, okay? Are you happy? I can’t do it. So I have to sort of…trick myself into doing it.”
“By working until you literally pass out from exhaustion.”
“You make it sound so horrible.”
Carmilla smiled a little. Normally she’d be annoyed. But it had been a long, long time since someone showed any concern, any real concern for her well being. Most people only cared about whether she was well enough to run K-Corp, well enough to function in public.
“Laura, it’s okay,” she repeated, “I told you, I’m used to it. I get along fine. I can do my job, and I certainly don’t run out of energy with you,” she wiggled her eyebrows for effect. Laura huffed out a laugh.
“Oh Rao, Carmilla, really?”
“Am I wrong?”
Laura walked forward to hug her, Carmilla pressed against her form fitting suit. Laura’s body was warm, literally a living solar battery, and Carmilla couldn’t help but sigh a little as she laid her head against her shoulder.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Laura asked softly.
“I tried taking sleeping pills,” Carmilla answered, “but they just made me feel like shit during the day, so…” She shook her head, “there isn’t really anything.”
Carmilla should have known better. Should have known that telling Supergirl ‘you can’t help’ would have made her move mountains for a total stranger, let alone her girlfriend. But she was tired and Laura was warm and Carmilla was having a rare, blissful moment where she wasn’t thinking.
Laura curled her arms around Carmilla a little tighter.