A/N: I wanted to try one of those things where you do a one-shot every day, but you and I both know that I'm not skilled enough in updating consistently (especially bc this is already late, but it happens? i'm sorry) so this is essentially going to be a bunch of Supercorp one-shots that are uploaded almost-daily (hopefully).

I'm excited though and I have some chapters planned already. Some will exist in this universe/the one I've established in some of my other supercorp/sanvers fics and collections. I might try some AUs or something. We'll see :)

If there's anything, in particular, you want to see, feel free to comment and I'll do my best to come up with something! Just keep in mind, I don't write anything w/ an M or E rating, but other than that I like to think I'm pretty flexible.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!


A thud rattled Lena's desk, some large unidentified object blocking out the light her lamp was exuding to fend off the dark of the settling night. She squinted at the papers spread in front of her, tapping her pencil against the blueprint a team of interns had submitted.

If she'd had her glasses maybe she could have made out the fuzzy words a bit longer, pressed on despite the lack of light, but she didn't, and the words were blurring and, the object responsible for disrupting her work in the first place was nudged a little closer. And closer once more. And again.

The huff poised on her lips died the moment she looked up and saw the bearer was a blonde reporter from CatCo rather than a wayward employee on the nightshift or an unwanted visitor.

"Kara?" She quirked an eyebrow and took in Kara's soft smile, a smirk fell over her own lips, inevitable. "What's this?"

She eyed the Tupperware container. Only aluminum foil was visible from the outside, beneath a red lid and a reflective, sparkly green bow secured and spanning across the top of the box.

"Oh no, you're not grief-baking again, are you?" Lena asked. "What happened?" Her posture drooped in empathy, head tilting to the side, chin resting on her elbow.

"No! Nothing like that." The grin that rose up to Kara's cheekbones dispelled any remaining concern in Lena, and the Luthor waved a hand in front of her, palm out, questioning for elaboration from the other woman.

"They're cookies." Kara said. "For Christmas."

Her eyes locked onto Lena's with a weight greater than the situation.

"For Christmas?" Lena's brows knit together, and she sunk back into her chair, running a hand through the hair she'd long since freed from a ponytail when the business day ended and she knew she'd be able to finish some of her work alone—save spontaneous visits from her girlfriend. "It's hardly… Is it even December?" She squinted at the mess on her desk, this time fishing through the mass papers in search of the planner Kara had gifted her earlier that year.

Kara laughed and the noise warmed Lena in her core. She withdrew her hand from beneath a stack of finance reports and turned her attention upward when the sound of Kara's voice, brimming with amusement, filled the air.

"Is it even December? It's December 1st, babe!" Disbelief and delight mingled in a bright glow on Kara's face and her smile was contagious.

"I didn't know!" Lena protested. She held her hands up and fought a rising smirk. Giddiness buoyed inside her. "In my defense, I've been incredibly busy."

"I know." Kara's shoulders softened, and she swayed slightly on her feet. "That's why I'll postpone my more elaborate Christmas pregame festivities for a later date, instead I think we should head home, drink something warm, and start getting through these incredible Christmas cookies." She tapped her pointer finger on the top of the container before extending her hand to Lena and wiggling her fingers. "What do you say?"

"Hmm…" Lena feigned contemplation, using one foot to rotate her chair side-to-side, lips pursed, head pressed against the back of the seat so her hair bunched behind her.

"My arm is getting so tired, Lena."

"Yeah, okay, Supergirl," Lena teased, but she dropped the pencil cradled in her hand and filled her fingers with Kara's warm touch instead.

"Yes?" Kara smiled and moved around the desk until it was no longer between them, keeping her fingers entwined with Lena's the whole time and tugging her nearer when the space allowed it.

"Yes. Of course, " Lena agreed, laughing when Kara let go of her hand and tossed her arms around Lena's shoulder in a loose hug, rocking from one foot to the other.

"I missed you today." Kara said, their faces inches apart.

"I missed you, too." Lena said. "Business meetings are nowhere near as fun as lunch with you."

"I bet. How was the rest of your day?"

"Long," Lena sighed. "But not terrible. And you?"

"Well," Kara looked upward, feigning deep thought. "Let's see," she withdrew a hand to pretend to count with, straightening each finger as she went, "I baked an inhuman amount of cookies after work, ate a bunch, delivered some of the extra to friends and family, and, saved the best stop for last." Kara grinned. "So I'd say, pretty good."

"I'm glad." Lena unhooked her hands from behind Kara's waist and stepped away. "Let me grab my stuff and I'll be ready to head out."

"Okay." Kara watched as Lena organized the papers on her desk, tucking some away while stowing a few in a manila folder and slipping it into her bag alongside her laptop.

"Wanna fly home?" Kara asked when Lena came back onto the other side of the desk.

"I'm going to pass on that one, we're not all impervious to the cold."

Kara blew out a long breath. "A true shame."

"Oh, however will you cope among us frail humans?" Lena teased back as she tugged on her coat and Kara watched as she freed her hair from beneath the collar, dark waves spilling down her back, pulling any coherent thoughts out of Kara's head.

"What are you looking at?" Lena asked.

"Nothing. You." Kara coughed, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Lena rolled her eyes and laughed. "Come on." She clasped Kara's hand in her own, pulling it up to her lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it before letting their arms swing between them as they walked.

"So," Lena began as they stepped into the elevator. "By your definition, Kara, what does Christmas 'pregaming' entail?"

"Oh, it's going to be amazing!" A grin lit up her face. "There's cookies, obviously," she said, gesturing to the box balanced between her arm and side. "And decorating, and snow activities, and more food, games, fireplaces, fuzzy socks, ugly sweaters, matching pajamas…"

Lena arched a brow. "Wow. Quite the arrangement."

"Oh, you have no idea, babe." Kara kissed Lena's cheek as the double doors to L-Corp opened and they walked outside, met by a swirl of winter wind. "We're just getting started."