Lena Luthor was a woman of quality. She held herself highly around her peers. Not to appear arrogant, but to stand as an equal. Her mother had taught her that after years of lessons and rules that had to be adhered to the letter. One wrong step, one wrong gesture and Lena would have to begin her lesson from the beginning. After all, a Luthor could never be anything but perfect.
Thus, Lena grew into the powerful woman that represented L-Corp. She was a woman of authority. She could never stoop to anything that could mar the image of the Luthors.
Except when breaking into her best friend's apartment.
She had been thinking about it for quite some time. Devised plans on how to distract her reporter friend to sneak into her place. Lena memorized Kara's schedule. She'd wake at seven, leave her apartment in half an hour and arrive at Catco by eight in the morning. Lunch was at twelve thirty, ended at one. Back to work until five, sometimes six or seven if a major news story was happening. Kara would then head home or make plans with her sister Alex. Sometimes even with Lena.
She hadn't stalked Kara. No hiding behind trees or dark sunglasses. Kara was just very open. The two had developed a habit of texting each other in the morning, exchanging a witty comment or a simple greeting. Lena awoke much earlier than Kara, but she knew that every morning, she'd receive a "good mornin'!" from Kara Danvers. It was a highlight of Lena's day. Kara would then text her at random times and Lena eventually figured out her friend's schedule.
Which was how she managed to stand before the rusty, old door of Kara's apartment, lockpicks in one hand, large duffel bag in the other. She only needed a couple of minutes to grab what she needed. Pulling down on her mask, she knelt, looking down the hallway to check for anyone.
Growing up, Lena didn't have much time for recreational things, but Lex managed to teach her how to lockpick. He never told her how or where he learned the craft, but knew that he was adept at it. Now, years later, Lena never thought she'd be using her skills to grab bed sheets.
It was a genius idea, really. Lena only had one weakness: Kara Danvers' scent. Kara smelled of sunshine, of rain in the summer. A flowery smell trailed after the reporter, lingered around her like a cloud. It wasn't overpowering, but rather soothing. Every hug left Lena's head spinning as she took in her friend's scent of sunflowers, roses, and something uniquely "Kara." But one sniff wasn't enough for the Luthor. If she was to survive her growing infatuation with the reporter, Lena had to take action.
The lock clicked, and with one final peek down the hallway, Lena turned the doorknob.
She entered the small apartment, putting away the lockpick set in the duffel bag and closing the door behind her. Lena smiled under her mask. The apartment was so… Kara. Even with the lights off, the room seemed bright. It was so simple, yet it felt like a home. Like Kara, the apartment felt… right.
Lena shook her head. It was not the time to daydream. She quickly made her way to the bedroom, smirking when she found what she had been waiting to get her hands on for weeks. Kara's bed stood by the wall, neatly made. Deciding to waste no time, Lena tested the sheets.
She laid down on the bed face down, resting on a pillow. She took a long, deep breath and—
Shit.
Everything smelled clean. Newly washed. The smell of detergent filled Lena's nose, causing her to pull away quickly. A sneeze threatened her but quickly passed. Lena was not without a plan, however. She knew that this could've happened. She may had learned Kara's schedule, but not her washing routine. But a Luthor always has a backup plan.
Lena just needed to find the sheets that were on before.
If the smell was clean, it's obvious Kara didn't sleep on those sheets. Which meant that the sheets she did sleep on were in a laundry basket somewhere. Luckily, the room was small and the basket was quickly identified. Lena grabbed the floral print sheets and took in a breath. A light groan escaped Lena as Kara's scent flooded her mind. She could just stand there forever, taking in the smells a human shouldn't possibly carry, yet Kara did. She was a woman that defied. It was one of the many things Lena loved about her.
Pulling herself away from the bed sheets, Lena shoved it into her bag quickly. She had already been there too long, and it was only a matter of time before Kara returned home. With a quick glance making sure everything was in order, Lena made a quick escape.
Days had passed since Lena's adventurous escapade into Kara's apartment. The bed sheets were a permanent companion every night when Lena slept, snuggled as closely as possible to her. Lena secretly dreamed that it was really Kara but didn't let that fantasy take root too much. She simply tried to convince herself that it was the smell and not the person associated with it that made Lena lose control.
Her ringing cell phone broke her thoughts. She smiled as the caller ID read "Kara Danvers."
"Hey," Lena greeted.
"Hi, Lena. Are you busy?"
"I just got out of a meeting. Why?"
"Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to, I don't know, hang out this weekend? We could try that new restaurant that opened near L-Corp. Maybe we could go window shopping afterwards or the park. If you have time, of course. I wouldn't want to— "
Lena laughed. "Don't worry, Kara. I'd be glad to spend some time with you."
"Really? I mean, great! So, uh, we can meet up at the restaurant on Saturday at, say, twelve o' clock? Then just… look around. I might buy some bed sheets. I'm missing one…"
Lena's heart raced. She kept her voice calculated. "Well, only you could misplace bed sheets, Kara."
The reporter let out a nervous laughter. "I know, right? Weird. Well, anyway. I'll see you Saturday for our date. Not date-date. Just… hanging out."
Lena let out a soft chuckle. "I will see you then."
"Bye!"
"Good bye."
Lena let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't known Kara would mention the missing bed sheets but at least she didn't suspect someone breaking into her home and stealing them. After all, that'd be absurd. Lena smiled regardless. She had a date with Kara Danvers.
Better cancel everything for Saturday.
AN: I dedicate this to Sara Drake. Here you go, ya weirdo. :P
To everyone else, finals are horrible. A Pathfinder's Struggle is in the works still. As is something else SuvixRyder related. Just let me fail my finals so I can write again. In the meantime, enjoy this little Supercorp crack fic.