ok. first off. she doesn’t like, lose it willy-nilly-unresponsible-like. like, she’s flying to fight a ten story tall alien and it just happens to get lost in the superhero-quick-change-shuffle scenario. totally plausible. totally understandable.
she really thinks that her x-ray vision can save her by the time her dinner reservations roll around but alas. a hero must always struggle.
is she upset about the last five months of her paycheck being chunked out and lost for forever? ask her later. preferably when lena’s said yes.
lena is sitting in her black and purple work outfit and she looks captivating in the fancy dinner light and the wine is good and expensive and the place is fancy and perfect and there’s no paparazzi and kara doesn’t have the ring. doesn’t have a plan. rao. clark warned her about this.
lena says something about dessert but kara’s too busy focusing on her next words, the conjugation of “hey so you wanna be my wife? because that’d make me happy” and how to make it sound not casual at all. it would really very help her if she had a ring, goddamn little expensive rock that she’s lost.
alex told her to wait. alex told her to put the black box on her shelf and not take the chance of shoving it into the emergency pocket of her suit. but wanting to not waste a second on proposals is an emergency, right? kara tells herself this as the waiter brings a tray of fancy cheesecakes to choose from. kara blurts out ‘blueberry’ without thinking and then lena’s smirking like she knows everything that’s going on in kara’s head. which, she doesn’t. she shouldn’t. kara’s inner thoughts are the equivalent of a burning room right now. lena shouldn’t know that.
the music is jazzy. the place is dark. the candles are romantic. kara’s ring is nowhere to be found.
she swallows the last of her drink. a placebo. let her live - she’s about to make the smartest or silliest decision of her life.
(ring or no ring, it’s the smartest. she knows this in her core.)
lena’s taken the last bite of her dessert when kara’s just mustered up enough courage. this is it. this is the jump. kara straightens in her seat, looks lena in the eye, and —
it’s the waiter. he looks almost sheepish to be interrupting them and kara has a crick in her neck from turning so hard but the half smile on his face gives him away. “you dropped this on your way into the seating room.” he places a small black box onto the table and bows, turns away before kara can utter a sound.
kara reaches for the box with shaky fingers, her lungs suddenly too small and her heart too open.
clark told her to wait. alex had recommended a six month plan. kara blinks, thinks of today’s and tomorrow’s and how lena makes coffee in her bare feet in kara’s kitchen, messy hair and sleepy frown brightening up kara’s day with or without the sun.
she picks up the box. lena’s heart skips a beat. kara dives off the deep end.
(later, she thanks winn for the emergency pocket design. lena recommends a zipper for the remodel.)
“We’re coming back from a party in a group and we’re all squished together in a little taxi and there’s not enough seats so you’re laying across everyone in the back and somehow your head ends up directly in my lap and you’re looking up at me and your mouth is moving and i know saying something to me but i can’t focus because you’re laying on top of me and i’m looking down at you and you’re all giggly and happy and you’re so fucking cute and i’m a lil bit tipsy and holy shit i can’t focus” AU