Their first kiss was magical.
Truly unforgettable.
One of the memories she cherished most.
Something out of a movies.
Lena strapped into the back seat of her town car as it sped down the busy streets of National City at an alarmingly reckless speed. Anxiety building within her body sending her into a fidgeting fit. From picking at her freshly manicured nails, to biting on the inside of her cheek, Lena fought against every instinct demanding she tell her driver to take her back home.
But, there was something she had to tend to.
Something of paramount importance.
Something she was tired of hiding from.
The car comes to a screeching halt outside of an all too familiar brownstone high-rise. Although she had arrived at her destination, Lena remained unmoved. She just couldn't find a way to will herself up to the 13th floor.
Well, don't be childish about it, Lena. What's the worst that could happen?
"Complete and utter failure. In Luthor fashion," she replied aloud in a whisper accidentally catching the attention of her driver, Benjamin who had lowered the partition and was staring at her intently through the rearview mirror.
"Ms. Luthor, if I may be so bold as to interject my two cents into this personal monologue?" Benjamin requested shyly.
Benjamin had been working for the Luthor family for years. He watched Lena take her first steps into the lavish Luthor Mansion in Metropolis when she had first arrived at the age of four. He held her hand tightly as she cried all the way up to the front doors of her new school on her first day. He had been there to wipe her tears and hold her shivering frame when she learned of her father's untimely death. He was there again when, just days after burying her father, he lugged her bags out of the only home she'd come to know -orders given to him to execute personally by Lillian Luthor- and, as heartbroken as ever, packed them neatly into the trunk of the taxi waiting to take Lena to the airport where she'd be sent off to boarding school.
When Lena finally returned after years abroad, Benjamin was there to receive her, but this time he promised he'd never leave her side.
He saw in Lena what her family refused to see.
And Lena remembered all this perfectly.
She valued many qualities Benjamin has but his loyalty was what she admired most.
So when he offered his advice and wisdom, she was always lent an ear waiting to listen.
"Of course, Benji," She offered him a half smile; the worry still visible in her eyes.
"Do you remember what I told you the first day of school?" He asked. He waited patiently as her smile broadened with the remembrance of an ancient memory.
"You're more than a Luthor, Lena. You're special. You're good." Lena quoted the exact words as if they were spoken to her seconds ago rather than decades past.
"You're more than a Luther, Lena," Benjamin recited the mantra before turning his tired body to face her. His salt and pepper hair blowing from the breeze that slipped through the slits of a partially lowered window. "You're special. You're good."
Lena smiled as her eyes weld up with tears threatening to fall at any given minute.
"You're special because you're unlike anyone else I've ever met. You're kind, strong, intelligent, successful and beautiful. The complete package. You have accomplished such great things in your short life and you I'm sure you will accomplish many more because you're the greatest good this world has to offer. It could have been easy to come back to Metropolis and pick up where Lex left off, but you came back, destroyed everything he created only to rebuild to help the rest of humanity. There's nothing you can't face. Whatever it is that's waiting for you up there that has you this nervous doesn't stand a chance against you."
Biting her lower lip to stop it from trembling, Lena looked towards the roof of the car to keep the tears at bay. Letting out a small laugh, she looked at her driver. "Gosh. Moments like this make me wish you had been my father. Thank you, Benji."
"I would have been honored to have a daughter like you."
The exchange of smiles lasted only a few seconds before Lena stepped quietly out of the car and shut the door. She strolled up to the passenger side window and tapped the glass to get Benji's attention. "You can take off the rest of the night. I'll see you bright and early for breakfast."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, but are you positive you don't need me to wait? Your office is a few miles away." Leaving Lena 'stranded' was a request that just didn't sit right with him.
"This can go either way. Regardless of the outcome, the walk will give me a chance to think. Go on home to Martha and get her gussied up for a night on the town. Dinner is on me. Just charge it to the company card. I'll take care of it. Until tomorrow, Benjamin." One soft smile offered before turning on her heels and heading up to the front doors.
"Until tomorrow, Ms. Luthor."
Eleven minutes was how long it took her to reach the floor she desperately needed to be at. Another three minutes passed before she had built up the courage to knock "lightly" on the door.
Her absolute favorite blonde with vibrant blue eyes shielded behind chic designer lenses answered the door with a surprised look on her face, but wearing a smile that spread from ear to ear nonetheless. "Oh my gosh, Lena. What brings you-" was all Kara managed to say before she was guided slowly backwards into her center island; her lips responding to Lena's ravenous kiss.
There were no fireworks or stars. No musical number with people parading around the streets with confetti and balloons in oblivious happiness or flowers blooming in a meadow.
Instead it had all been one giant atomic explosion.
Everything Lena had felt these last few months came flowing out in the form of a kiss.
And the sounds of their low moans quietly complimenting each other. Lena could feel her heart beating in her throat.
The kiss was rough at first; driven by fear and the hope of absorbing each and every ounce of affection she possibly could get just in case Kara pulled away. But when rejection never came, two beautiful French manicured hands found their way into blonde curls with such ease transforming the urgent kiss into one that of longing and lingering.
It was Kara, who with strong, toned arms grabbed Lena by the waist and lifted her onto the center island. Delicate hands worked their way under Lena's shirt; rubbing and scratching in vindication.
After a few seconds passed, Lena pulled away slowly; placing one last peck before bringing her hand to her lips in a feeble attempt to wipe her smeared lipstick; a wide smile making the task a bit difficult. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that?"
"You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that too." Kara exhaled deeply and tried to steady her ragged breathing.
Curiosity made friends with Lena's mind as she thought of the mutual yearning; a territory that, for months, had gone unchartered. Getting the better of her, she found herself asking the simple question which answer she needed to know. "How long?"
Kara adjusted her glasses and looked up at Lena shyly, behind long lashes and with a smile that hadn't faltered since Lena arrived. "Since the second I laid eyes on you."
Lena surpassed cloud nine.
She was in the heavens now. Floating about in a protective coat of invincibility and joy.
"Have dinner with me?" Lena asked grabbing Kara's hands and mentally threatening to hold them hostage if she decided to say no.
Taking her long fingers and intertwining them with Lena's and realizing how perfectly they fit together, Kara responded, "Name the time and place. Ill be there."
"How about now, darling?"
A jolt brought her out of the memory.
Making the beautiful thought float away in a haze of pain and anguish.
Lena felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body arched in turmoil as the restraints around her bound hands dug deeper into her skin; turning the once porcelain tone into a cluster of lesions, bruises and welts.
"Stop!" Lena screamed as she fought against the restraints of the gurney; wires running from her head directly to a projector that streamed her daydream onto a ridiculously huge screen. Tears mixing with sweat as they rolled down her blood stained cheek. "You have no right! That's a private moment."
"Do you really think you're in any position to make such demand?" Lillian antagonized as she walks from out of the shadows in true villain nature. "So, you love her?"
"That's none of your fucking business," Lena's voice was hoarse and cracked as she strained to be menacing.
"You see this device here?" Lillian Luthor walked closer to Lena bedside; a triumphant smile plastered on her face. "This device will make you the alien killer you refuse to be."
She was gloating.
Lillian knew she would make an ally out of her stubborn daughter; whether she wanted to be one or not.
"You will go down in history." Lillian proclaimed as she moved closer, the metallic bracelet like mechanism she held coming into full view.
"As a deranged alien hating homicidal maniac like Lex?!" Lena spat earning her a firm backhand from Lillian.
"Don't you dare badmouth your brother."
"You're insane. You're never going to get away with this. People will find me. Kara-"
Lillian interrupted Lena with a loud clap. "Oh, yes. Your alien 'friend'.
"Kara is not an alien." Lena cried. Her mother was clearly lying in order to conjure doubt in her.
She wouldn't keep something like this from me. She loves me.
"But she is" Lillian clamped the bracelet onto Lena's hand and in an instant Lena began screaming as metal wires dug into her skin and into her veins. "This device will turn all your love into hate. It feeds off emotional energy and memories, distorting them and turning them into a warped reality. Fueling you into an alien hating machine. Welcome to Cadmus, darling."
The pain was indescribable. Lena could feel the metal wires moving through her whole body; setting every area beneath her ablaze. "Mother, please. I'm begging you. Don't do this."
"You will have no free will now, Lena. After we're done with you, you will hate everything you love including the Last Daughter of Krypton. National City knows her as Supergirl. You know her as Kara Danvers."
Lillian flipped the switch on the memory machine causing Lena you clench her teeth as a blood chilling scream escaped her mouth. Lena was jolted into a new memory that played across the screen.
It was perhaps the most intimate moment Lillian had seen thus far.
Her daughter making love to the disgusting Kryptonian.
"Laying with the enemy is a thing of the past." Lillian ran her hands through the sweaty knotted locks of Lena's hair as she laid in agony; the pain displayed as clear as day on her face. "I'll make a proper Luthor of you yet."