My contribution to our "Beyond Words" drabble challenge.

Word: Passionate
Category: Het (Canon)
Characters/Pairings: Mordred/Kara
Rating/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 300


Butterflies danced in the pit of Kara's stomach as a familiar hand reached out and touched her shoulder.

"Mordred!" she gasped in mock surprise, though as she turned to face him she knew he wasn't fooled. They'd been able to sense one another's presence for years; there was no use in pretending that her swiftly beating heart had anything to do with being unaware that he'd been standing behind her.

"Sorry to startle you," he said softly, kind enough to keep up the pretense if necessary.

She flushed in embarrassment. "I..."

"I know," he murmured, though Kara had no idea how he could possibly understand how she was feeling. Even she didn't understand it... why the slightest touch from him made her breathless and shaky these days, when it had never affected her that way in the past. Why did she suddenly feel so awkward around him, shy and uncertain over the smallest things, when she'd never been afraid to share her every thought with him before?

"How do you know?"

Mordred smiled as he stepped closer, and the world grew hazy as he reached out to touch her face. "Because I..."

He shook his head and to her amazement, leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. And then he drew back for a moment to cautiously examine her features, releasing a shaky breath when he seemed to find what he was looking for.

"I thought so. Me too."

The second kiss was much less hesitant than the first as Kara wound her arms around Mordred's neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. By the third, they were locked in a passionate embrace, each wondering why it had taken them so long to recognize the truth.