Part 1
Part 2:
Lena is miserable.
She and Kara… they had… a moment. A thrilling, knee-weakening few seconds, thick with a promise worth obsessing over. But then they ignored it for the rest of the day.
Or so Lena has tried. After Kara left to dispatch a quick emergency, Lena hefted what remained of her fractured focus onto her assignment.
But she’s a dweller. A thinker. Every time her work or her eyes wander down towards the bottom half of Supergirl’s new threads, Lena’s thoughts dissipate into a lovesick, hopeful mush of less-than-appropriate daydreams.
She heats up without fail each time her concentration slips. Her cheeks flame and her heart does its happy little Kara dance and Lena has to count breaths through her nose to calm herself down. And now that Kara has returned, Lena inevitably glances up to find the superhero side-eyeing her with some sort of sexy smirk from wherever she hovers about the Tower. As if she knows precisely when Lena is spiraling about her.
Damn that finely tuned superhearing.
Mercifully, a minor breakthrough distracts her for the remainder of the afternoon. Chasing a lead, Lena’s focus transforms from wobbly to unshakable. She’s been unmovable for who-knows how many hours now.
That is, until two warm hands fit themselves around her waist and the radiating body of a Kryptonian molds itself to her back. Lena barely has time to startle before a delicious tingle trickles down her spine.
“Lena.” Kara sighs her name like end of a long work day. Which Lena supposes it was. Kara hooks her chin over Lena’s shoulder and it’s innocent but their bodies are suddenly—so close together. “Hi.”
Gathering composure takes a beat longer than normal under these circumstances, but Lena manages.
“Hello, darling.”
The term of endearment isn’t exactly new. The way Kara hums her approval is, however. Hope thumps loudly in Lena’s chest.
“Mmm, hi,” Kara repeats, tilting her head sideways to rest against Lena’s. “How was the rest of your day?”
“Not bad,” Lena lies, as if schooling her erratic heart rate hadn’t been her primary focus for far too many hours. “I developed a way to maximize the resistance of the supersuit without compromising mobility by modifying the weave pattern of the fibers.”
“You’re amazing.” The super grin tucked beside Lena’s skin feels nothing short of genuine.
Lena’s smile is reflexive. They’re close enough that her scrunched up cheek makes contact with Kara’s. She swallows hard and takes a breath.
“It’s mostly geometry,” she demurs. “Math. A computer could do it. As a matter of fact, I’ve written a program to identify the strongest pattern and cross-reference the results against flexibility and mass calculations to find an optimum. It can run overnight and tomorrow morning we should have a feasible pattern to fabricate the suit design I sketched up.”
“Cool beans,” Kara nods distractedly. She takes a deep, lazy breath. “Can I see it?”
“No.”
“Aw, why?” Kara’s pout makes itself known near Lena’s cheek and erases all logical responses Lena might have had to the question.
“It’s not finished yet,” is the best Lena’s got.“Once we have the pattern selected tomorrow, I’ll generate a rendering to show you. It’ll be more representative.”
“Hm,” Kara considers for a moment, lifting her chin off Lena. When she relents, her head drops back to where she’d rested it against Lena’s cheek. “Okay, I guess.”
Smiling fondly, Lena doesn’t expect Kara to bring it up quite so seamlessly. “You kept the boots though?”
Lena chokes. Partially due to Kara’s question but mostly because Kara chooses that exact moment to splay her hands wide over Lena’s waist and press in deliciously with her fingers.
It’s enough to make Lena go temporarily limp.
“I did,” she finally succeeds in saying.
Kara releases a breath that feels suspiciously like a sigh of relief. It catches Lena by surprise. With that brain-melting confidence, Lena had assumed Kara knew exactly what she was doing, flirting like she had. And maybe she does know. But perhaps she, just like Lena, is more invested than she let on. And maybe a little nervous, too.
Endeared, Lena tips her head sideways, reciprocating the way Kara leans into her temple.
“Of course I kept them,” Lena adds carefully, achingly soft. It’s more confession than anything and Kara responds in kind.
“That’s good,” she whispers. Her chest expands on a breath and Lena feels it against her back. Kara turns her head a few degrees and her nose brushes Lena’s cheek. “That’s really good.”
It is, Lena thinks, if her actions inspire Kara to touch her like this. Keeping the boots is the single greatest thing she’s ever done.
“Wouldn’t want you to lose interest,” Kara murmurs boldly, nosing along Lena’s cheekbone and letting her lips carelessly caress Lena’s skin.
Lena reckons her heartbeat must be close to blowing out Kara’s eardrums by now. But the Super seems unfazed, content to keep their faces connected in the most devastating approach to intimacy Lena’s ever experienced.
She wants to answer with something equally brave, a declaration sweeping enough to make Kara understand just how much Lena loves her. Impossible, she wants to say. I could never.
But her vocal chords won’t cooperate, seeing as they can’t choose between forming words or a garbled whimper.
“Unlikely,” is all she manages in the end, and the word crumbles apart on a quiet gasp when the tip of Kara’s reaches the shell of her ear.
Kara hums again, low and pleased, and her confidence is back in full force. Lena finds herself struggling. Struggling to breathe, struggling to remain on her feet, struggling to keep herself from moaning outright and rocking backwards into the cradle of Kara’s hips. It’s all so difficult. Like her brain and motor functions are wading through honey.
“Lena.” Kara’s whisper drips into her bloodstream, her name an exaltation all on its own. Lena’s drunk on it, beyond recovery. Her head drops back, lolling into the hypnotic heat between them.
“Are you done for the day?” Kara asks in that very same tone.
And it makes Lena want to cry because she definitely isn’t. Every cell in her body aches to dissolve into Kara until she’s utterly consumed, except Lena Luthor is not actually capable of leaving her work unfinished.
“Not quite,” she very nearly cries. “I have a few lines of code left to write.”
“I can wait,” Kara offers magnanimously, an implication heavy in the unsaid. Lena wilts with relief.
She nods once and, more courageously than she could ever expect to be, requests, “Don’t go anywhere.”
Kara grins against her. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Lena’s slower to finish than she would like, but it’s hard to complain with Kara wrapped around her like cling film. The Kryptonian has moved her hands and mouth to far less distracting locations, which affords Lena some of her focus back.
Kara’s periodically helpful, softly reminding Lena to remember a semicolon here, reference a variable there. She prods gently each time, her throat bobbing where her chin is propped on Lena’s shoulder.
Soon enough Lena’s finished and putting the computer to sleep. Then she’s turning in the loose circle of Kara’s arms, her composure hanging by a thread, and gazing upward into fond, expectant blue eyes.
“Hi,” Kara greets her.
“Hello,” Lena purses her lips to keep from smiling.
“I’m glad you’re done.” It’s inane but lovable and Lena hums in agreement. Then Kara bows her head, nosing forward and cutting the space between their faces in half. Suddenly Lena can feel her breath in more ways then one and she’s back to the mess she’d been.
“And…” Kara inhales and her lips quirk sideways, coy and cute. Her cockiness is nowhere to be found; it has been replaced by the guileless, earnest Kara who holds just as much sway over Lena’s heart.
“… I’m glad you like my boots,” Kara says sheepishly.
Kara’s timidness gives way to Lena’s boldness.
“I like more than just the boots, darling.”
Lena smiles and allows one of her hands to float up to Kara’s chest. She extends her fingers until they nudge the clasp of Kara’s cape.
“Yeah?” Kara murmurs in wonder. Her arms tighten around Lena’s waist.
“Yeah,” Lena breathes, lost in the sight of her fingertips tracing inward, dipping along Kara’s collar. She’s enthralled by the elegant column of Kara’s neck and can’t help but reach for it when that proud throat works.
The pads of Lena’s fingers graze Kryptonian skin—so sinfully soft—and Lena loses her breath at the way Kara shivers for her. She can’t help but repeat herself. “Yeah.”
“Lena?” Kara ventures. She sounds affected. Lena is distracted by Kara’s crest rising and falling under her palm, but the warmth of Kara’s breath seizes her attention. She glances up and finds Kara closer than before, watching intently, a hopeful smile curling at the corners of her mouth. Their eyes lock and that smile grows. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”
“God yes.” It’s more of a plea than an answer and Kara grants Lena’s wish with fervor.
Nearly lost between the press of Kara’s palms on her cheeks and Kara’s lips on hers, a tiny quip reaches Lena’s ears.
“Rao, Lena,” Kara gasps, diving in for another kiss before she can finish her thought. “If it’s gonna make you let me touch you like this, you can design my supersuit however you want.”
The comment is swept away as Kara crowds Lena against the edge of her desk and pins her there with the pressure of her hips.
But the next afternoon, when Lena is wearing a turtleneck to cover up the evidence of Kara’s exuberance, she shows the superfriends a rendering of a suit complete with an entirely sleeveless top for Supergirl. One which would leave Kara’s arms on mouthwatering display.
Realization is slow to reach Kara, but the shoe drops when Alex gripes about the impracticality of such a wardrobe choice for a superhero.
“And let’s not forget the increased vulnerability, Lena. Honestly, I’m surprised you would even consider—”
Understanding sparks between them when Kara’s eyes jump to hers. Lena gives herself away with a slow, sultry smirk. Kara grins back, clearly thrilled by this turn of events, and they’re only broken out of their silent flirtation by Alex’s exclamation.
“Oh come on!” They glance up to find Alex gesturing wildly between them, her face a scowl of dawning comprehension and utter disgust. “Seriously?!”
Part 1
