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As Lena Luthor continues to do laps in the water, she fails to notice the red boots strutting beside her while she swims along. The owner of the boots stops at the end of the pool and waits patiently. The L-Corp CEO is completely unaware of her guest as she clutches the side edge, takes a long breath, and mutters.
"I am desperately out of shape."
A recognizable voice is heard.
"Not from where I'm standing."
Wiping the water from her face, a surprised Lena looks up to see the Girl of Steel staring down at her with barely disguised heat. Unable to contain her delight, the dark-haired woman unleashes a wide, toothy grin and floats backwards into the center of the pool.
"Hello, Supergirl."
The blonde reflects the same grin right back at her, folds her arms across her chest, and blushes uncontrollably.
"Ms. Luthor."
The two can't help but ogle each other for a very long moment. Confident in her body and her intentions, Lena swims languidly over to the steps and ascends out of the water. Without breaking eye contact, Supergirl pulls the red cape off of her shoulders and holds it open to her.
"You're a little wet."
"More than a little."
"Would you like me to dry you off?"
Now mere inches from each other, Lena bites her bottom lip into a smirk and then spins into the awaiting cape.
"As long as you use your hands and not your eyes."
Supergirl attentively towels off the upper limbs in her possession. She hesitates before going any lower. Lena captures the strong fingers within hers and presses their hands together against her rapidly beating heart. All of her weight now tilts into the alien holding her as she lowers her eyelids and rests her head on a supportive shoulder. Barely above a whisper, Kryptonian words hum against the human's ear.
I have missed you.
Lena responds sincerely instead of strategically using Supergirl's own dialect.
And I have missed you beyond simple words.
Stunned by hearing the beauty of her endemic language, as well as the truth out of Lena's mouth, Supergirl gasps and unwittingly returns to English.
"I know you speak several languages, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know Kryptonian."
With the red cape still wrapped around her like a bath towel, Lena snaps back to cool, calm, and collected. She looks off into the distance.
"You'd be surprised by what I know."
The mortal moves away from the heroine and begins to wipe her entire body with the cape in sweeping strokes. She dares Supergirl to watch her. The blonde boldly accepts the challenge.
Lena's display is both casual and evocative as she starts with the strands of dripping hair on her head, works her way around her breasts and torso, continues to her backside, between her legs, down her legs, and then finishing her feet with a flourish. The alien is utterly mesmerized.
The raven-haired human now swings the cloth with one finger above her head a few times like a helicopter blade. It goes flying back right into Supergirl's face with a heavy splat. Lena winks and coats her words in jest.
"It's good to know your cape has a purpose."
The red cloak plops down to the ground as Supergirl flicks a drop of water off of the tip of her nose.
"That is a new one."
"I thought you were faster than a speeding bullet?"
"Most of the time."
"Good, no woman ever wants that."
Dipping down with one knee while still holding a mutual gaze, Lena picks up the cape and folds it reverently over her arm.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
She walks over to a patio chair and drapes the cape out to dry. Supergirl attempts an excuse.
"I… I would have caught it."
"Really?"
Picking up her kimono from earlier, Lena ties it haphazardly around herself as she reclines on a cushioned lounge. She motions for Supegirl to join her. The Kryptonian tentatively accepts.
"I would have caught my cape if…"
"If what?"
With a calculated pose that is both powerful and submissive, the dark-haired woman slopes her left arm in back of her head while slightly bending her right knee up. A breast spills out that does not go unnoticed by the blonde. After staring a tad too long, Supergirl casts her eyes skyward and gently tugs the silk robe closed.
"If I wasn't so…distracted."
"Mm."
Lena doesn't miss a beat and shifts slightly to her side. This causes her other breast to escape its confines. Scrunching her face up and chuckling to herself, Supergirl shakes her head while her tormentor adopts a more serious tone.
"Why are you here, Supergirl?"
"Apparently, to enjoy the view."
"I don't think you flew all the way over here to admire my garden and eat my ahi."
Lena takes her foot and runs it runs it along Supergirl's shin.
"You must want something from me."
"No…"
The L-Corp CEO continues to play verbal chess.
"You don't want something from me?"
"Yeah, yes, I mean, I do."
"Of course you do, that's when you magically appear."
"That's not true and it's not magic, per se."
"Again, why are you here?"
"I came here to check in with you."
"You know there is this remarkable human invention called the phone."
"I wanted to check in with you in person."
Lena now folds both of hands behind her head and cocks it.
"Well, here is my person and you have obviously checked it out thoroughly."
Supergirl shrinks into an all-too-familiar, flustered mess. She tries to stall by rubbing her own arm while Lena observes her the way a hungry hawk observes an oblivious field mouse. The blonde attempts escape by changing the subject.
"Is there a particular reason why you're dressed as a geisha girl."
"Nice pivot!"
"Just curious."
Lena laughs out loud and claps her hands.
"Do you really want to have a pissing match over the most garish costume?"
"I think it is wrong to co-opt another culture."
"Considering your background, you might want to rethink that statement."
"You know what I mean."
"Apparently, your suit of primary colors makes you politically correct as well."
"Actually, it's called truth and justice."
"Actually, I chose to wear this apparel in deference to the man whose company I just bought out."
"I find it a little insulting that in your moment of great achievement as a female CEO you had to dress as a subservient entertainer."
"He handed over his family's legacy and I wanted to show him the proper respect."
"A few billion dollars isn't enough respect?"
"I know the superhero world is very black and white, but in the business world you have to know the art of the gray area."
"Please tell me we're not talking about whips and chains and leather masks?"
"Only if you want to but I suspect that realm is better handled by some of your vigilante pals who like to play dress up, I really have no need for such games."
Realizing her catch has been tortured on the line long enough, the triumphant Luthor cuts her loose.
"So nice of you to drop by, Supergirl, I have to get back to my work."
Not going anywhere, the blue-eyed babe regains her confidence and moves closer to her green-eyed gal.
"Technically, it's drop in."
For a long moment, Lena studies the imperfection above the Kryptonian's left eyebrow and smiles.
"You sound like our mutual acquaintance."
"You mean, friend?"
"Friends check in with each other immediately after traumatic events."
"Kara… has been a little preoccupied."
"Kara… is a big girl who needs to learn how to speak for herself and not send her aerial emissary to do her dirty work for her."
"I don't consider caring work."
"It's been nearly a month since everything happened, if Kara has no trouble writing articles for Cat Grant, who, by the way, had the decency to call me the day after the National City disaster from the president's personal phone, Kara has the ability to answer a simple text."
"Cat is professional that way, Kara is… well, Kara is Kara."
"Kara is… heh."
Lena shoots a piercingly sad gaze directly at Supergirl.
"I wasn't looking for Kara the professional, I was hoping for Kara the friend… if she ever truly was one."
Taken aback, Supergirl tries to keep her voice steady by lowering it an octave.
"You know she is, Lena."
"Is she?"
"Yes."
Lena reaches out and touches the mark on Supergirl's forehead.
"Do I know her?"
"I imagine you do."
They both remain silent for a long, awkward moment until the black-haired belle decides to deescalate. She reaches down for the strong blonde's hand and holds it.
"I appreciate you flying all the way over here, Supergirl, I'm sure you have more important matters to deal with."
"Only if Godzilla decides to show up."
They both laugh out loud. Lena softens.
"My new company is working on a miniaturized mechanical Mothra-type defensive drone."
"I'm sure Kara will be calling you soon for a scoop."
"I look forward to it."
The two are back to facile flirting.
"This is exactly where I want to be, Lena."
"I'm glad."
With tension eased, Supergirl flashes her winning grin.
"Enough about Ms. Danvers, I heard there was this amazing party I should crash, that's really why I'm here."
"Well, you're a few hours too late, I'm afraid."
"Nah, I kind of prefer the intimate version right here."
"You know you're always at the top of my guest list."
"Then, why didn't I receive my invitation?"
"Hmm, it must have been vaporized during the Daxamite invasion."
That kills the banter. Supergirl grimaces and leans back. An apologetic Lena sighs.
"Sorry, too soon?"
"A bit."
The L-Corp CEO offers her heroine a sympathetic shoulder squeeze.
"Thankfully, the world keeps spinning."
"It does."
The shoulder squeeze turns into an appreciative shoulder rub.
"Do you like this world?"
Supergirl settles into the massage and gives Lena the side eye.
"It has it's perks… speaking of, your robe is untied again, Ms. Luthor."
Lena rolls her eyes as she notices her wayward bosom.
"Since you find my attire so unnerving, maybe it is best that I discard it."
Lena jumps to her feet and tosses off the robe. She grabs Supergirl's hand and yanks her up.
"C'mon, your turn!"
"Where are we going?"
Without letting go of her hand, a beguiling Lena maneuvers Supergirl's steps with ease. The Kryptonian follows her lead like an eager puppy.
"What are you doing?"
"If I have to lose my outfit, you have to do the same."
"Wait a minute."
"We already know the cape snaps off, what about the skirt?"
Not waiting for a reply, the girl with the green eyes snatches away the cardinal centerpiece from the blue-eyed owner.
"Hey!"
Lena begins to work on the boots without much luck.
"If you don't take off this ridiculous Halloween ensemble, I will throw you in the pool!"
With a mocking tone, Supergirl laughs and places her hands on her hips in the signature stance.
"You… will throw me in the pool?"
The L-Corp CEO does not back down.
"That's what I said."
"Heh, right."
The two get right in each other's face.
"I will!"
"Good luck."
Lena pushes with all of her might but a rock-solid Supergirl has her feet planted. The earthling takes a breath and considers her options. She tries again from another angle. Same result.
"Damn!"
"Please, Lena, I don't want you to injure yourself."
The Luthor daughter circles the Kryptonian clockwise and then counterclockwise a few times.
"Don't underestimate me, I will figure this out."
Supergirl begins to whistle a tune.
"Brains always beats brawn."
Supergirl whistles louder.
"You better knock it off or I will bore you with science and engineering technical specifications that will send you fleeing into the pool!"
"Oh, my dear Ms. Luthor, you have no idea the people I grew up with, nerd talk away!"
Visibly dismayed, Lena grits her teeth and narrows her eyes.
"I will scream at the top of my lungs."
"You do have quite the pair but I will block you out by focusing all of my concentration on your spleen."
The wide-eyed blonde zeros in on the alabaster abdomen. Horrified, Lena covers the spot with her hand.
"Don't look at my spleen!"
"Why, I've seen everything else?"
"That's not fair."
"Give up or I start singing karaoke."
"No, no singing, not in my presence!"
"Admit defeat."
Bowing her head, the human throws her arms around the Kryptonian's neck and closes the distance between them.
"Fine…"
Lena now nuzzles her nose with the blonde's.
"I admit it…"
Gobsmacked and motionless, Supergirl does not rebuff the advance as the Lena persists.
"You win…"
Licking her lips with anticipation, the Luthor lady draws out her last words with a sultry edge.
"I… surrender."
The two ignite a passionate kiss that deepens and lingers. Supergirl feels herself abruptly falling backward and a rush of water surrounding her body. Standing on the edge, Lena's jubilant giggle echoes across the patio.
"I believe you were just thrown in the pool, Supergirl!"
Splashing around like a hooked marlin, the soggy Girl of Steel spits water and points at Lena.
"You… you cheated!"
"I am a Luthor and I know when to utilize whatever is in my arsenal."
"Well, then, if that is how you want to play it…"
Whirling around with increasing speed, Supergirl creates a vortex with the pool water and hurls it up high into the night sky. As it begins to fall back down, she cools it with her freeze breath and snowflakes descend in place of the liquid.
A winter wonderland transforms a section of the garden as Lena watches with childlike innocence. She turns to Supergirl with an expression that hits the Kryptonian with the power of a thousand suns. Her green eyes are a glimmering palette of awe, fascination, trepidation, lust, and love.
The blonde is rendered breathless at the vision before her and takes a mental snapshot so she can paint it on canvas later. She doesn't even realize she is floating in the air until Lena beckons her back to her side. Supergirl reacts like an obedient balloon while her dark-haired mistress plucks a flake off of her eyelash.
"That was the most majestic thing I have ever seen."
"You need more mirrors at L-Corp."
The two embrace again. In a husky voice, Lena issues a request.
"Take off your suit… please."
"Yes, Ms. Luthor."
Within a blink of an eye, the suit is shed. The two women, equal in their bare skin, beam at each other. Lena is the first to verbalize.
"You are as gorgeous on the outside as you are on the inside."
"Thank you."
"Nudity is not a bad thing, never let anyone shame you into thinking otherwise."
"I am thinking a lot of things right now and shame is not one of them."
Supergirl's stomach has a mind of its own and growls at the worst possible moment. The blonde dies of embarrassment as Lena snickers.
"I take it someone is famished… for food."
"I'm so sorry, it was a long flight."
"No need to apologize."
"My stamina is a little low."
"Not too low, I hope."
"That's how I let you get the drop on me, earlier."
"Twice, I got the drop on you twice."
"I haven't had the chance to fully regenerate yet."
With a haughty smirk, the Luthor daughter elevates an eyebrow.
"Keep telling yourself that… I'll go bring us some leftovers from the party."
"I can help."
"Stay here and relax, I'll be right back with something more comfortable for us to slip into, it is a little chilly out here now."
"I haven't noticed."
Lena's eyes dart down to her own nipples which are suddenly very pointy and very ruddy. Trailing behind, Supergirl's eyes land at the same destination.
"Okay, now I've noticed."
"I'll return shortly."
Alone in the garden, Supergirl dusts off the snowflakes on the lounge cushion and flops on it with a cheshire grin. A crackling hits her earpiece.
"Supergirl, do you copy?"
"Aw, c'mon, Alex, not now!"
"According to your tracker, you arrived in Osaka hours ago, why didn't you check in?"
"Because I didn't want to check in, unless there is a nuclear war, don't bother me."
"Well, about that…"
"Have bombs gone off?"
"Not literally but things are somewhat tense here at the DEO."
"Why?"
"Winn is making a fool of himself about your… status… with Lena."
"My status?"
"He insists that the two of you are only friends while Maggie, James, and a good many other people with half an eye think otherwise."
"Oh… huh."
"What… have you two been doing all of this time?"
"Talking… mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Um, there might have been some flirting involved."
"Really?"
"That's our thing, it's what we do."
"Copy, that."
"But… there is now nudity, too."
"I see."
"Heh, not as much as I have."
"I thought you went there to tell Lena who you really are?"
"I'm getting around to it."
"I don't think you need to be naked to say it."
"I was distracted by the kissing."
"Sooo, there's that?"
"My stomach interrupted before my tongue could advance."
"Don't need the details."
"Tell Winn to go home to his girlfriend and not to worry, even when I tell her the truth about me being Kara, I still think Lena and I will be very good friends…"
A gray robe hits Supergirl squarely in the face.
"That's three times I have gotten the drop on you!"
Supergirl looks up to see Lena sashaying toward her wearing a kelly green knit coat sweater that barely covers her hips.
"I wasn't sure how much you wanted, so I brought it all."
She is also carrying a large bowl of gyoza and noodles. Supergirl's knees tremble as she taps her earpiece.
"Oh, my sweet Rao, I think I just came… goodbye, Alex."
Agent Danvers exhales audibly as she taps her own earpiece. Not hearing the private conversation, Winn and Maggie watch Alex intently.
"So, what did she say?"
"Kara made it safely to Osaka and… she is in the company of Ms. Luthor."
Winn chatters away.
"Are they sightseeing?"
Alex clears her throat.
"They are definitely doing that."
Winn thumbs his nose at Maggie and then continues.
"I bet the besties are on their way to the Hello Kitty store to explore purses."
After reading her girlfriend's expression, Maggie scoffs.
"Hello Kitty or Howdy, here's my pussy?"
"Not helping, Mags."
A clueless Winn proceeds.
"Later, Kara and Lena will go shoe shopping, maybe have sushi for lunch, and talk about boys because that is what girls do."
Maggie sneers at Winn.
"Not this girl!"
Alex rubs the side of her face.
"I agree with you about the sushi for lunch part."
"Kara and Lena should…"
"Winn, go home and fuck your Klingon!"
"But…"
"That's an order, Agent Schott!"
"Okay, bye!"
Maggie calls after him.
"And take some pictures with a dog, maybe we'll like you again!"
Alex kicks at the ground as Maggie ambles over to her.
"They're not shoe shopping, are they?"
"Whyyyy does my sister always have to copy me?"
"She has a great role model."
The two hug.
"Thanks, babe… the thought of Kara and Lena together is… is…"
"A bucket full of hotness!"
"Would it be weird if I agreed?"
"Can't get any weirder than cleaning up Slarxx carcasses, now let's go home and explore purses."