Unspoken
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Summary: The pair continue to grow closer with each passing day. They begin to question their feelings, but have no time to dwell on them as the D.E.O. requires their full, and professional, attention.
Soon, the days eventually turned into weeks and the roommates began to do just about everything together; from cleaning the house, to washing the dishes, to folding the laundry, they probably would have been mistaken for a couple.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead, it's already ten in the morning and you haven't eaten your breakfast yet," Lucy sang.
Her statement was met with a groan and to what she perhaps took as the grumble of Kara's stomach.
The blonde mumbled something unintelligible and the Lane decided to be more insistent.
She dived onto the bed, right on top of Kara, flattening the poor Kryptonian, who shouted in response, "Hey! Get off of me!"
Lucy was flipped over onto the hardwood floor, but the blonde decided to pick her up with one arm over her shoulder and set her outside of the bedroom. However, before she could shut the door, the woman propped her foot through the crevasse.
"What do you want, Lucy?" Kara pouted, stomping her feet.
The brunette ecstatically jumped in the air and grabbed Kara's hand to drag her away from the tempting bed, "We're going grocery shopping!" leading her straight out the entrance.
"You want to cook brunch?" the blonde inquired, strolling the cart through the aisles.
"Yeah! We haven't had homemade food in a long time, why not?"
"So...what are we cooking?"
Lucy suddenly halted in her steps, rubbing her chin, "Huh...I didn't think I'd get too far with waking you up."
"Is that an 'I don't know'?"
"Since it's your apartment we're cooking in, you can choose, plus, you're the one with the big appetite."
Kara crossed her arms, scoffing, "Hey! Kryptonians need their nutrition! Ten-thousand calories at least, and that's the bare minimum for me."
"You're lucky you're an alien, you don't gain weight on this planet."
"We can make some chocolate pecan pie, the best desert in the galaxy," the blonde squealed with excitement.
"How about that and something more substantial? Like..." Lucy snapped her fingers as if it would give her an idea, "Aha! French toast and omelettes!"
"That sounds wonderful."
"So what are the ingredients on the list?"
"Hmmm. Well, the last time I looked through the refrigerator we had eggs, milk, some meat, butter, and an expired tub of sour cream," the Kryptonian stated matter-of-factly.
"Then we need some sour cream, flour to make dough, pecans, chocolate, and what else?"
"A jar of jam wouldn't hurt," Kara suggested, licking her lips.
Lucy suddenly lost her concentration on the matter, distracted by the blonde's tongue. She felt a rush of heat snaking up her neck and deep into her cheekbones.
"Ahem," Danvers coughed, pretending not to notice the light shade of red settled in the woman's face.
The brunette shook her head and refocused on their main goal: food, "So, where to first?"
It seems Kara was not listening as she nearly shouted out, "Bacon!" She pointed at the slab of meat sitting atop the cooled shelves.
Lucy's face morphed into one of disgust, "Vegan here."
It looked as if she was about to throw up, "Kara, do you know how cruel the processing of meat is? For both the workers and the animals? It's practically slavery."
"But it's slathered in honey!" she protested, jabbing in the air towards the meat.
"Kara, I'm not restricting your Kryptonian diet, but I'm not going to be eating it with you."
"You underestimate me, Lucy Lane. Kryptonians have to eat a lot more than humans do," she cried, picking up the product and setting it into the cart, "Mmm...sweet and slavery."
They both widened their eyes, their mouths agape.
"Savory! I-I meant savory!" Kara shouted awkwardly, pressing her face into her palms in shame.
Lucy couldn't hold her bouts of laughter and chuckled, "I shouldn't be giggling about this."
The blonde noticed the glass of jelly sitting in an aisle next to them and slowly lifted the small jar from its seat to cover her embarrassed face.
"Hey..." Lucy said, patting her friend's hand, "It's okay for everyone to slip up their words once in a while."
The Kryptonian clutched the jelly against the center of her chest, "I've never been all that great with words honestly, I slip up all the time."
"But," Lucy countered, "it's in such an adorkable way that everyone finds it so endearing."
Then she whispered, "Plus, you're an alien, so the expectations might be adjusted a little bit lower for you."
The soldier received a sheepish grin.
"Last thing on our list is...flour." Lucy reached for the large packet of white powder and carefully set it down in the cart.
They made their way to the checkout line, creating a fuss of who would pay.
"I insist."
"No, I insist, Kara."
"You're so stubborn, just let me do it!"
"I haven't repaid my debt to you, I owe you for letting me move in!"
The blonde set the jelly against her side and opened her mouth to protest before an unfamiliar, aged voice called out, "What lovely young ladies. What seems to be the problem?"
The pair turned to meet the gaze of an old woman, the wrinkles on her face suggesting she was perhaps eighty years of age. Her experienced eyes were full of patience and kindness.
"We're just deciding who should pay, and I will do it."
The brunette sighed exasperatedly, "No!"
"Excuse me," the lady interjected with a toothless grin, so wide it made her eyes squint closed, "I understand, I think you both can come up with a compromise. Married couples fight all the time, it's perfectly healthy."
The roommates stopped breathing, then Lucy attempted to correct her with awkwardly gesturing hands, "Oh, w-we're not a coup..."
"Married?" Kara exclaimed. There was a cracking of glass before an explosion of gelatinous material splattered the surrounding area.
"Oh, dear me!" cried the old woman, reaching up to push her bifocals closer to her eyes so she could survey the area.
"Ah! I'm so sorry!" the Kryptonian apologized, bowing down her head.
To further increase the awkwardness of her faux pas, Kara's hands were covered in jelly, and also on her face.
Luckily, Lucy swooped in and slapped down the money, "Keep the change, there's an extra twenty in there for you because of the mess we made." The brunette quickly swiped up the bags and led Kara outside.
"Ugh, I suck at life," Kara cried, wiping the jelly off of her face.
"It's okay, as I said, we sometimes slip up and almost reveal ourselves to be an alien from Krypton," came the somewhat comforting voice.
The blonde's eyes squinted, "But I..."
"Shhh, no 'buts'," Lucy silenced the grieving girl's lips with her finger before leaning in closer towards her ear, "You also still have some jelly left over."
"What?" Kara seemed to wipe every part of her face except for the spot.
"Here," the brunette caressed the super hero's blushing cheeks to keep her steady, then with her thumb, swiped the offending gelatin that remained.
"The hell are you doing!"
"What?" Kara paused, "Am I doing something wrong?"
"Yes," the shorter woman scoffed, "Always cook with an apron you dummy."
"I don't have time to cook a lot, I mostly just get takeout."
"I've noticed," Lucy stated, carrying out an apron from the closet and reaching around Kara's waist to tie it on.
The brunette scanned her, "It's missing something."
The Lane pulled out a piece of paper and started to fold it in various patterns. Kara observed, noticing the slender outlines of Lucy's fingers, and her nails, they were painted a deep crimson. Her eyes trailed the curves of the shorter woman's body.
The Kryptonian coughed, blinking her focus back to what the paper was being formed into. A chef's hat, which was hastily placed on top of her head.
Lucy laughed, swinging her hips against her partner's, "Can't be a real chef without that, can you?"
Kara scrunched her nose, "Well, I'm done with the eggs, now we just have to wait for the pie to bake."
"About thirty more minutes should do it."
Absentmindedly, the blonde flicked flour onto Lucy's face.
The reaction she received was a deadpanned look before she shoved Kara's chest, resulting in white, powdery hand prints.
"It's on..."
"Kryptonian versus human."
"I don't like to brag, but I think I know who'll win," Kara pointed to herself before tossing the open bag of flour at her opponent.
It exploded into a glorious mess of white, the particles still hanging in the air.
The blonde was laughing her heart out, but the soldier swiped a couple of eggs, smashing them against Kara's body.
They dove for cover on opposite ends of the kitchen, gathering materials from the drawers and cupboards for ammunition.
It was a mess of food as various delicacies zipped through the air. There were screams of joy while they chased each other around. They slipped and skated through the house, bringing a trail of destruction to every object within a few feet. Egg yolks lined the wall, wet batter sloshed over tables, and somehow the lid of a pot made itself comfortable in the ceiling.
Kara was no match for Lucy's trigger finger as she sent a ball of dough flying through the air.
It made an impact on the Kryptonian's chest, and she clutched her heart, pretending to faint, "I've been shot!"
The soldier charged at the alien with full force and jumped onto her back, holding tight as Supergirl attempted to get her opponent to release her.
Eventually, Kara lost balance and both fell onto the snowy floor with a thud, making imprints through the powder.
They laid there, laughing until tears came out, both holding their stomachs from the pleasant food fight.
Until they smelled a burning odor and saw black smoke rising out of the oven.
"The pie!"
They scrambled for the kitchen aperture and opened it to be greeted with a small fire.
Lucy screamed, taking the pie out and looking around frantically, "Where's the flame extinguisher?"
"I don't know!" Kara panicked.
"Do you even have one!"
"I don't know!" she repeated.
"What're we going to do!"
An idea popped into Kara's head, she sucked in a deep breath and blew over the oven. Though it was successful, the oven was frozen with ice because she was so panicked.
The Kryptonian leaned back against the granite kitchen counter and sighed, "Well...that was certainly an adventure."
The brunette poked her shoulder, "Pie?"
She was holding in one hand the almost black dessert and a fork in the other, already cutting out a hard piece to feed her roommate, and then she herself took a bite.
"This is horrible," Lucy said with a mouthful, spitting it out.
Kara crunched a piece of burnt bread with her teeth and forced herself to swallow, "Still the best dessert in the galaxy though."
She placed the flour-covered paper hat on top of Lucy's head, sharing choruses of their laughter together before being interrupted by a call.
Lucy picked up the phone and answered, "Yes?"
Kara listened in with her super hearing.
"This is Director Henshaw, some aliens have escaped their cells, we need you and Supergirl. Now."
Notes: Constructive criticism appreciated.
