Author's Note: So I've decided to kick out the whole events of "Mr. and & Mrs. Mxyzptlk" for the purposes of this fanfiction, mostly because Lena wasn't in it LOL. Let's face it - the best episodes are the ones involving Lena. So this chapter takes place between "Luthors" and "Exodus."


Chapter Two

Kara couldn't sleep that night. She was too giddy but didn't dare go back to Lena as Kara. It would have been way too suspicious. Or at very least it would have made it look like Supergirl had blabbed to Kara about Lena's feelings, which would make Supergirl look like a jerk and Kara was most certainly not a jerk. Which meant she would have to wait until their next adventure—date? Kara felt a lot like it was a date—an evening of ziplining across a couple of skyscrapers in National City.

Kara couldn't wait. She couldn't focus on work all day (much to the annoyance of Snapper), and when the D.E.O. needed her help catching a rogue alien prisoner, she only half-heartedly fought him. She brought him down only after he made her angry enough to knock him out with a hit that landed a bit harder than she intended.

After the rather unimpressive fight, Alex cautiously approached Kara while a couple of agents hauled the alien into a black D.E.O. van.

"Are you okay? You seem a little distracted," Alex said, the all-too-familiar concern filling her eyes.

"Oh yeah," Kara replied with an obvious giggle. She cursed herself. She couldn't even think about Lena without getting a stupid grin all over her face. "It's … probably a solar flare."

One of Alex's eyebrows just about took flight. "A solar flare?" she repeated, entirely unconvinced.

"What? They do weird things to me," Kara said defensively.

"Okay, you don't want to tell me. That's fine as long as you're all right."

"I'm good. I'm great. I'm fabulous. How are you? Are you and Maggie good?"

Alex looked slightly flustered, then she laughed. "We're good. We have a romantic evening planned tonight. We're going to build a fort, have a bunch of junk food, watch 'Carol' then make out. Hopefully a lot."

"Whoa too much information!" Kara said with a laugh. "What's 'Carol'?"

"According to Maggie, it's 'lesbian initiation'."

Kara blinked. "I don't know what that means."

"Me either. But I do know the main character is gay, so my guess is, it's about lesbians. It was nominated for an Oscar, so it must be a big deal, right?"

"Well it sounds like you're in for a fun night. Let's have a girl's night soon. Only maybe let's not watch something that might make you and Maggie make out in front of me."

Alex snorted behind her grin. "Deal."

-ooo-

The evening found Kara staring at her closet trying desperately to figure out what to wear. She wanted to wear whatever would make Lena think she was the sexiest woman alive, but she had a feeling skirts or dresses weren't the best options for ziplining. Especially since they were ziplining between skyscrapers. She didn't want to give the world below the peepshow of a lifetime. Which suddenly made her question why she wore a skirt as Supergirl…

"Focus, Kara!" she scolded herself.

She pulled out her phone and Googled "fashionable outdoor wear." Google seemed to think form-fitting cargo pants and a tailored hoodie was the answer. And since the Google Gods seemed to know everything about humans, she concluded this must be sound advice. She was also devastated to find out she had no such outfit. For being an indestructible demi-god, she wasn't really the outdoorsy type.

An hour and a lightning trip to REI later, Kara was back home examining her hips and backside in her new black cargo pants and sporty, form-fitting red hoodie. She also took the liberty of buying the most stylish Nikes she could find, because for some reason humans insisted certain brands were better than others. All in all, it wasn't at all her normal look, but she decided it didn't look terrible.

After this realization, she panicked. Something that "wasn't terrible" was like saying "well that meal didn't make me vomit."

She was about to blast to Alex's apartment and beg for help but a sudden knock on the door startled her out of her panic. She flashed to the door without X-raying it first and yanked it open.

"Lena!" she exclaimed.

"You always seem a little surprised to see me. Should I be worried?" Lena said with a grin. "Cute outfit by the way. You have no right to fill out those pants so well."

"Really?" Kara asked and breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a blush. "I had no idea what to wear. I've never been ziplining."

She took that moment to see what Lena was wearing and had to bite her lower lip to stifle a whimper of approval. The brunette wore a pair of athletic slacks that showed off every curve, every line, and a light blue pull-over hoodie that clung to her like paint.

"You'll love it. Nothing quite like flying over the city at incredible speed, eh Kara?"

Kara's heart leapt into her throat. "W-what?" she stammered.

"Ziplining. I was talking about ziplining. What were you talking about?" The mischievous glint in Lena's eyes made Kara uncomfortable. Why did she get the continual feeling Lena knew more than she was letting on?

"N-nothing. So um, want me to call a cab?" Kara swung her arms awkwardly.

"I have a driver, Kara. You know my driver by name. It's Olivia just in case you somehow forgot."

"Oh right! I knew that," Kara let out something akin to a strange giggle. "I mean you're a billionaire for goodness sake, of course you have a driver." Then she paused and horror filled her face. "I am so sorry that was rude! I'm-I'm-!"

"Kara," Lena interjected. "Relax. It's not like I'm sensitive about being a billionaire. That would kind of make me a jerk. And considering how many business calls I have to take while driving, it would be irresponsible of me to do my own driving, so of course I have a driver. Plus I'm giving someone a great job, a 401k that contributes ten percent, and great medical benefits. Win/win, right? Now what has you so nervous? Don't tell me you're afraid of heights? Because you probably should have mentioned that before I bought the zipline package."

The genuine concern in Lena's eyes melted Kara's heart. "No, no. I'm not nervous, are you nervous? I need to get my purse!" Kara dashed (fortunately she remembered not to run at superspeed) to her kitchen counter, grabbed her purse, and dashed back. It was a lie. She was nervous as hell, but not at all about ziplining. She desperately wanted to talk about her (apparently mutual) feelings for Lena. And just knowing Lena was in love with Kara made her feel giddy and like endless butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. And a little like a schoolgirl with a massive crush.

Kara bustled out the door and locked it. Fortunately Lena was good at gracefully getting out of the way because Kara may have bowled her over in her haste to leave. She firmly decided after their. . . date? she would confess her feelings. Even if that meant in the meantime she would have to suffer the anticipation of it all.

Lena's car turned out to be a limo with a mini bar, neon lights everywhere, leather seats, a 32-inch Smart TV, phone chargers, tablets… it was basically the most fancy thing she'd ever sat in and it was overwhelming.

"Do a lot of traveling, do you?" Kara asked.

"Oh this is a rental. I have a private jet for any long distance or overseas traveling."

Kara's mind wandered to the mile-high club then blushed. She cleared her throat. "You rented a limo for us? Why?"

"I just decided spur of the moment, let's go wild and take a limo! I can be spontaneous when I put my mind to it and plan the moment carefully."

Kara giggled. "I feel like a VIP."

"Well you are, Kara Danvers. At least you are to me."

Kara felt herself flush yet again. She wanted to lean over right then and there and kiss Lena, but her desire for privacy outweighed her momentary desire. Olivia was a lovely person, but she wanted their first kiss to be private. She wanted to do it right. She wanted to do everything right by Lena.

Since apparently the limo was also equipped with all the current game consoles, they decided to play Mario Kart on the Nintendo Switch. Kara couldn't remember ever having so much fun playing a video game. It seemed everything was better whenever Lena was involved. She intentionally lost every time. Considering her mind and reflexes could keep up with traveling at the speed of light, it was quite a feat losing every time, but it would have seemed ungracious to beat someone who had so generously rented a limo for them.

About an hour later after a short car ride, a long elevator ride, and a whole bunch of safety instructions later, they stood excitedly near the edge of the roof of the tallest skyscraper in National City. The zipline itself was one of the longest in the world, running almost two kilometers in length and the receiving end was at a shorter skyscraper some distance away.

One of the instructors finally finished explaining safety (which, considering she was Supergirl, Kara wasn't too concerned), then they all climbed a tall flight of stairs to the top of a small tower atop the skyscraper where they began strapping on gear. They were then attached to the zipline with giant metal hooks. Then the instructor launched himself down the zipline first to show them how to do it.

A few minutes later he radioed the second instructor when he arrived and let him know they were clear to land. And then the other instructor went over more safety and hooked them in and went over some more safety, then checked over their hooks then went over more safety, then looked over their harness, then went over more safety for good measure. Kara knew they were being so "safety conscious" was because they were transporting a billionaire via not the most secure transportation in the world, but this was just ridiculous. They had basically signed their souls away in wavers upon their arrival that they (and all their immediate family and distant family including everything between siblings and 60th cousins) would for sure not sue anything or anyone involved in this zipline company, no matter how dismembered they might become during the course of the flight.

Because they had chosen the "buddy" package, Kara was strapped to Lena up behind her, and suddenly her senses were assaulted by the sweet aroma that was Lena Luthor. Her knees nearly buckled. Then she cursed her knees for not being very Super.

"Okay, are you two ready?" the instructor said with an overly cheerful, terrified smile.

Lena tightened her hands around the handlebar above their heads. "I'm ready, how about you Kara?"

"Let's fly!" Kara said enthusiastically.

"All right on the count of three, you are going to launch yourself off the edge like we showed you. Ready? One…two… three!"

On three they leapt off the edge of the tower (Kara added a bit extra push so they could go faster than normal) and a moment later they were zooming down the zipline. Both Lena and Kara let out a joyous "Whoohoo!" as they raced over downtown National City, wind whipping through their hair. Of all the times Kara had flown over the city, never had it been so wonderful as it was with Lena in her arms.

Apparently Lena agreed that it was an awesome experience, because she generously paid for five more flights down. They had endless fun in the limo rides back to the first skyscraper, pressed all the buttons in the elevator rides just to annoy the zipline instructors, and (much to the dismay of the instructors) did the rest of the flights without holding the handlebars, opting to wave their hands around like children on a roller-coaster and whooped like hooligans.

Kara couldn't remember having so much fun in her life, not even on Krypton. Even the limo ride back to the apartment was a joy. They toasted their ziplining victory with tequila mimosa shots and giggled like schoolgirls all the while.

When the limo came to a stop, Kara suddenly realized they were at Lena's apartment building. The Kryptonian looked at Lena in confusion.

"Want to come up for a drink?" Lena asked. "Or some delivery? I haven't eaten in a while but I'm not really in the mood to go out after all that excitement."

Kara's heart sped up. Lena Luthor was inviting her up for drinks. She knew this well as an Earth custom for asking someone up to spend the night. They had a similar custom on Krypton in which one would ask the other if they would like to come in and "break bread." In Kryptonian, "bread" and "bed" didn't sound so similar, so now "breaking bread" sounded funny to Kara.

"I'd love to," Kara said before she could stop herself.

Lena, of course, had her own private elevator that could only be opened by an iris-scan, as well as two armed security guards always posted by her elevator door. But entrance went smoothly, and Kara was pleasantly surprised to discover the elevator did not have terrible music playing. The elevator itself was a work of art, complete with a black marble floor, Cherrywood paneling with intricate filigree, gold handlebars, a giant mirror, and to top it all off, a lovely glass chandelier hung above their heads behind a plexiglass shield.

Kara's mind wandered to some very steamy elevator make-out scenes she'd seen on TV. Then she imagined pressing Lena up against the elevator wall and got uncomfortably hot.

"So did you have fun?" Lena asked, interrupting Kara's highly inappropriate imaginings.

Kara cleared her throat. "So much fun! Now I want to zipline all over the world!"

Lena smiled. "I'm glad. Next I want to go bungee jumping. Want to go bungee jumping with me?"

The elevator dinged and the door opened.

"How did I not know you're an adrenaline junky?" Kara asked as they stepped out of the elevator and into Lena's apartment.

"I like to think being a little mysterious adds to my allure." Lena gave Kara that oh-so-familiar seductive, flirty look.

Kara giggled nervously, followed by an uncomfortable silence. She wanted to launch right into what was on her mind, but she didn't know how to approach it. Segues were not her specialty, direct confrontation was. She attacked problems head on like so many battles with large, ugly, often smelly aliens.

The problem here being, Lena was most certainly not a large, ugly, smelly alien.

Lena mixed them up a couple of fruity blue drinks, blended them, then handed one to Kara in a crystal cocktail glass.

"Cheers," Lena said and clinked her glass against Kara's with a million-dollar smile.

"Cheers," Kara replied and took a long drink. She lamented the fact that alcohol did not have the power to give her liquid courage.

"So. If you could be world dictator for a day, what would you change?" Lena asked.

Kara sputtered for several moments. "Well that's one way to start a conversation," she laughed. "World dictator. Goodness I wouldn't want to be world dictator, not even for a day."

"No?" Lena asked. Curiosity filled those beautiful green eyes.

"It seems like even those world leaders who try to implement things with good intentions behind it, people find a way to twist it, to turn it into something ugly. Real change, real lasting change comes from spreading love and hope, not by dictating the change you think is best for everyone. Martin Luthor King Jr didn't dictate anything to anyone, all he did was spread the message of a dream and love, and look how much change he inspired. Aaaand oh my gosh I am so sorry I'll get off my soapbox now."

Lena was giving Kara a look that could only be described as adoring. This of course made Kara blush. "You're so good," Lena crooned. "How are you such an impossibly good person? I can't fathom why you spend time with me."

"What!" Kara exclaimed, incredulous. "Of course I want to spend time with you. You are one of the most incredible, intelligent, generous, kind, beautiful people I know. And your heart, despite the challenges you've faced in your life, is so beautiful. The first time you agreed to let me interview you? I know you only did it to help a fledgling reporter in need. Even then you were so good to me Lena, and I…" Kara paused trying to find the courage to continue. She wanted to tell Lena she was in love with her, but she wasn't sure Lena was ready. A confession to Supergirl was not the same as a confession to Kara. The Kryptonian took a deep breath and took the plunge. "And I want more, Lena. I want this to be more."

Lena's soft smile turned to complete surprise. "You. . . you want more? Like as in. . . you want to be with me? Like as in you want to be in a relationship with me, a Luthor?"

"Not 'a Luthor,'" Kara corrected. "You." And then Kara lost her nerve. "But I mean I don't want this to ruin our friendship if you don't feel the same and I totally respect that and I really hope this doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the s-!"

Lena closed the space between them so fast it impressed even Kara, and before she knew what was happening, Lena's lips were locked with her own. For a very brief moment, Kara thought she was dreaming and was about to wake up only to realize this wasn't actually happening. But then she felt Lena's pounding heart against her own and Kara's heart soared as it had never soared before.

Lena's lips were every bit as soft as she'd ever imagined. Their lips lingered, soft and almost hesitant, but it deepened as a hunger for more began building between them. Kara pressed the other against the counter and whimpered when Lena's tongue met her own. Lena tasted of mint and roses and Kara knew then and there she would never want another's lips like she wanted Lena Luthor's.

The brunette's hands snaked up Kara's sides and before she knew what was happening, slender fingers were unzipping her hoodie. A split second later Kara remembered she was still wearing her Supergirl uniform beneath her clothes.

She pulled back with a small groan of regret and pushed her glasses up more as a defense mechanism than actual need.

"Lena," she breathed the whisper, "God, Lena."

"Are you okay? Is this too fast?" the other asked in concern.

Speed was not usually the issue for Kara. She hated that it was now. She wasn't ready to tell Lena she was Supergirl, and she didn't want to make love to her until then. She felt Lena had a right to know all that encompassed being intimate with Supergirl, including her powers, her strength, and the fact that she wasn't actually human. She wanted to ensure absolute consent, especially since she was Supergirl, before sleeping with Lena. Lena had a right to know. Hiding such a thing from a lover was wrong and Kara knew it only too well.

"I just . . . I just really don't want to mess this up. I want to do it right and I want it to last," Kara replied truthfully.

"Me too," Lena said softly. "There's no one like you, Kara. Believe me I've searched the world over. You're the best friend I've ever had and yet I'm so selfish. I want more of you, I want all of you. I . . . God, Kara I—."

Kara was normally too polite to cut someone off mid-sentence, but she had to kiss Lena again. And she knew what Lena was about to say, but she also knew Lena wasn't ready to say it, so to solve both their problems, she came to the brunette's rescue. Lena groaned into the kiss and melted into Kara, and in turn, the blonde wrapped her strong arms around the other in a covetous embrace.

The kiss deepened and lingered, both of them wanting so much more, but neither willing to cross a bridge from which they knew there was no return. Eventually Kara heard a distant siren and remembered she had responsibilities.

Exerting all the will of Supergirl, Kara pulled back and rested her forehead against Lena's, taking a moment to catch her breath and collect herself.

"I should probably go. If I stay much longer, 'going slow' is going straight out the window."

Lena exhaled a small laugh. "Agreed. Can I see you tomorrow, then? Can I pick you up for lunch?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Kara replied, offering up a weak smile. She didn't particularly feel like answering the siren's call, but it gave her the strength she needed to leave.

After stealing one last lingering kiss goodnight, Kara slipped away. As she flew away once out of sight, she had a feeling lunch tomorrow couldn't possibly come fast enough.