Prompt: Kara wishes she had been honest with Lena from the beginning. So I was thinking, how about one where, when Lena asks Kara 'And who are you exactly', Kara has a brain-fart and answers 'I'm Kara Zor-El' (with Lena knowing the significance)

[Let's pretend Clark is still in metropolis and Kara went by herself on Snappers orders.]

Rated T - SuperCorp
Crack - Humour - Innuendo

People often wonder why it was that Kara has a tendency to get so flustered... it's well known that she becomes a ball of various stutters and misaligned phrases that include strange fidgeting with her underwear anytime she's around potentially powerful women...

Powerful Women being the operative wording... Because frankly whether it's her high school math teacher, the mean girl in college or even such mentors as 'Catherine Grant' she can't help but get ridiculously flummoxed and a teenie bit turned on when any one of them decide it's time to command her to do something.

... so Supergirl has a thing about being sexually dominated... stop it with the judgy attitudes I see you... all those people reading fanfiction...

And so when she stumbles into the lap of a Luthor one unassuming afternoon, all because of Snappers insistence she get an article from LCorp on the recent venture crash. Kara can't help but find her thought process becoming non-existent when she's presented with Lena Luthor the possibly villainous... blaringly attractive... downright sinful business woman and EL family rival, who is surprisingly fabulous... gay panic mode activated.

Lesbian 101 ... what to do when you walk into a building you have no right to be in because the floor is essentially made of diamonds and your wearing your tacky pink cardigan next to the woman wearing fuck me heels so obscene you think you've lost your virginity just by entering her .. 'ehem' rear office door... *Breathes heavily*

1. you fidget with your glasses

2. you shove your brand new reporter pad in front of your crotch to hide the evidence no human could possibly see but that down to your absurdly accurate super-senses you yourself can practically taste... ick!

...what is it with this woman?!

3. You look at every single section of that very specific vase in the corner of the room with both your x-Ray and microscopic vision, just so you won't keep on staring at her chest... turns out analysing every atom in fanciful china can become quite tedious when faced with the woman of your dreams.

4. If she looks in your direction with THAT SMIRK, you happen to grip a section of a white resin desk that you just know you shouldn't be touching so that your legs don't buckle and you reveal just how weak you are to the world... super strength what is that may I ask?

5. When she asks you something... you answer, no question about it- no matter how dangerous it is to you, your family.. her or THE WORLD .. be damned the consequences because something about those suckable pink lips are lacing you with truth serum...

Sitting gracefully with her slender legs crossed and her sleek black hair draped over a facial structure so defined it wasn't possible in reality, two green eyes turned to Kara and pierced the young reporters soul like a set of spiked kryptonite daggers... Husking "And who are you... exactly?'

Those enamouring looks, that lip bite... the kryptonian was forced to take a hammer and chisel to her brain until she hit the right spot and became reacquainted with the instructions on how to even function.

Stuttering... shaking herself out of whatever that was... paralysed frozen solid... "I errr ummm- I- I- I ammm ...K-Kara Zor-El" Holding out a moist palm... Kara looked down and then back up again at the realisation that had sparked between the Luthors eyes... the blonde crinkled... 3- 2- 1... "AH FU-"

The rest she's scratched away from memory... deleted because we all know Kara Danvers doesn't curse now don't we and to be oh so forthcoming no-one needs to hear that list of brain farts... she's not too great when it comes to the english language she is an alien afterall.

Back in the room... Lena has now moved to cover herself delicately as she tries to subtly hold in her obnoxious laughing, gazing in amazement as Kara started to gradually come back down from the word vomit still encasing her mouth. Lena's translucent green eyes were sparkling with mirth when she'd finally decided it may be time to intervene letting her ramble and curse for this long is surely criminal... poor Supergirl. Moving within reach to grab lightly onto Kara's forearms to ground her and to get her to calm down she should stop waving those things about, before I throw this months risk assessment out of the window and over the balcony.

Kara's eyes snapped to the hand that was gently caressing her... Shutting up... Kara stood with blue orbs like humongous boulders staring intensely at the porcelain skin... willing herself not to get sucked into the vortex of super touch.

Discreetly shuddering ... nope nope, shut that off Kara... you are not going to orgasm from an arm rub... you are not going to orgasm from an ar-

Lena cleared her throat as Kara's eyes drifted back up and landed on her throughly amused look, letting go softly... Kara accidentally retracted her hand back like it had been burnt to fuck.

Gulping... "Um..."

Teasing... "Are you quite done... Supergirl? ...If so I'd like to invite you to dinner... that is.. if- you can keep your language to a minimum in public, I rather not scare the locals, I already do that enough as it is..." Winking... she turned to grab a business card... number outlined in embossed silver- "if you just call Jess she'll be certain to set things up... that is... if your interested."

At that Kara just dumbly nodded and left... still entranced by her own ability to land the CEO of a major Billion dollar company.

If Kal finds out about this i'm screwed! He'll throw me back over to Krypton for even entertaining the notion of a Luthor! ...and the fact she... knows... RAO looks like i'm planning a homecoming...

Fin.