So… this was supposed to be a one-shot. Hang in there, it will be completed before the new season begins. Thanks so much for your awesome comments!
With the dancing done and the highly charged atmosphere broken by Lena's Kryptonian request, a stunned Supergirl stands back and attempts to recover the pieces of her blown mind.
"Wait… wwwhat did you say?"
The L-Corp CEO speaks in plain English this time.
"Dammit, Kara, stop killing the mood and take me to bed, already!"
The expression on Supergirl's face is of a deer slammed into the headlights of a speeding RV.
"You… you knew it was me?
With the sexual sizzle all but extinguished between them, Lena clicks her tongue in disappointment and settles in for a long bout of feels.
"And, here we go."
The dark-haired woman paces around to the chair with the drying red cape draped over it. She snatches the cloth and wipes the inside of her thighs before sitting on it with a leg crossed over her knee.
"Since I won't be rubbing off on you anytime soon, I needed to do something so I won't slide out of my seat."
Dead silence from Kara. Lena rolls her eyes and huffs.
"Of course, I knew it was you, Ms. Danvers, do I look like I have cognitive deficits?"
With her mouth agape and her eyes blinking wildly, the blonde is the true picture of 'cognitive deficit' while the Luthor lady furrows her brow.
"Think long and hard before you answer, Kara."
"I… I don't wanna answer at all."
"My, my, you remind me of me… when I was eight and lost a chess game to my brother."
"This is not funny, Lena."
"No, and it's not sexy, either."
Like a scolded child, Kara refuses to make eye contact and shuffles her feet in place.
"How long have you known?"
"You think I would move myself and my company to National City without doing complete dossiers on all of the major players, first?"
"Wow, that long."
"Whether you're a research scientist or a business executive, you are always observing every expression, every pattern, every detail, and I have been observing you for a very long time, Supergirl."
"That's far from comforting."
"If you want comfort, grab one of your boring friends, curl up under a wool blanket, and watch an inane rom-com."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"Then, why did you fly over an ocean to be here?"
The L-Corp CEO uncrosses her leg. Kara's gaze is snared straightaway by Lena's center. The guilty blonde goes to say something but balks as the dark-haired woman seductively chews her own bottom lip.
"I believe I have my answer."
"I came here to tell you the truth about me."
"Somehow that headline got lost between the noodles and the touching and the candy and the kissing and the snowflakes and the dancing."
"You want it as much as I do, Lena."
"I still do, what I don't understand is why we're still talking?"
"I don't understand how you let me go on pretending for over a year!"
"Your veracity wasn't for me to verbalize, everyone needs to come out on their own terms."
Kara groans into her hands.
"And, I'm sure you already know my real name, too."
"Kara Zor-El… it's mellifluous and it suits you."
"Ha, I knew you knew… how did you know?"
"I have a mole in the DEO."
"Crap, I didn't know that."
"Now, you do."
Lena now sits with a defensive posture and narrowed eyes.
"Wait a minute, shouldn't I be the aggrieved party here because you lied to me, Ms. Zor-El?"
"Hid the truth."
"Lied."
"Shielded you from certitude."
"Lied."
"Obfuscated reality."
"Lied."
"Alternative facts?"
"Still lied."
"Fine, I lied, I was trying to protect you."
"From what, evil Daxamite Queens, because that didn't work out so well."
"Low blow!"
"Sorry, not sorry, I've been screwed over by women and aliens before but you are the first one I definitely want to screw back… in the good way."
"Anyone who is close to me is always in danger, once they know who I really am, they instantly become a target."
"My last name is L-U-T-H-O-R, I already have a target on me, in me, above me, below me, around me, beside me, with me, whatever preposition you choose to use."
"Lillian said that if you found out the truth about me, you would be devastated."
"Disappointed that you couldn't confide in me sooner but not devastated."
"But, your mother…"
"Gah, my mother, never listen to my mother, lies run through her teeth like a yearling runs through a spring meadow."
"That's very poetic."
"Books are my friends."
"Am I still your friend?"
"That's debatable, but I would like to take it to the next level if that's okay with you."
"More than okay, as long as 'next level' means less clothing and not increased difficulty."
The two soften and return to a less fiery discourse. The Kryptonian creeps closer to Lena who is twirling a strand of her raven hair. She regards the heroine with a puzzled expression.
"Kara, did you honestly think I would lash out and punish you for being who you are?"
"I'm not sure what I thought would happen but I knew I was scared."
"Supergirl, scared?"
"Supergirl, scared… Kara Danvers, petrified!'
"Of what?"
"Of losing my lucky charm."
"Can't say I've brought much luck to your life since I entered it."
"On the contrary, you've taken my life and made it bold, italicized, and underscored… and added marshmallow rainbows."
"Sounds like I'm magically delicious."
"You are."
The two share a sly smile until Lena keeps picking at their common scab.
"Then, did you expect your lucky charm to put on a clown costume and destroy National City because of your deception?"
"Well, I was hoping for more of a burlesque number where you shot rubber bullets out of your bra."
"That's been overdone and I would save the teen melodrama for an also-ran network series."
"You'd make a fantastic actor."
"Ugh, actor is just another five-letter word for whore, no thanks."
"And, who was wearing the geisha gown, earlier?"
"Are you still on about that?"
"I'm not letting it go for another month, at least."
"If it makes you feel any better, I only had a strong suspicion about you being Supergirl when I reached National City but couldn't confirm it until I saw the very same skin flaw on both you and your alter ego in the same area, down to the micron."
Kara self-consciously pokes the spot above her left eyebrow and snorts.
"So, that's why you stare at me all the time."
"I stare at you because you're beautiful and courageous and mysterious and I never grow tired of being in your presence."
A tiny smile flashes across the blonde's face before dissolving. Lena continues.
"And you make me wet."
Supergirl giggles as the L-Corp CEO takes on a whimsical tone.
"As for your forehead notch, I want to spackle it every time I look at you but then it reminds me that even the Girl of Steel isn't perfect and I adore it even more."
With her hands folded behind her back, Supergirl smirks and regards Lena through hooded lids. The Luthor daughter sits up straight and adopts a dominatrix timbre.
"Come here."
With all of her might, the Kryptonian resists and remains still. Her mistress is not amused.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
Eager and a little frightened, Supergirl closes the gap between them. The human immediately stands before her. Each one's body language dares the other to kiss. Kara is the first to cave and takes a quick hit from Lena's luscious lips. She goes for seconds but is met with a question, instead.
"Do you have your glasses with you?"
"Uh, yep, I do."
"Give them to me."
"Why?"
"Now!"
"Okay."
Supergirl retrieves one of her red boots and shows it off to Lena like a new toy.
"I have hidden side pockets."
"Ah, I hope they're in the boot and not one of those Kryptonian physiology contrasts you've warned me about."
Kara ignores her and opens one of the small compartments.
"I use these to carry my glasses, some lip balm for high altitude flying - no one wants a superhero with chapped lips - ooh, and I also have a free cookie card for life from the National City Sweet Shop."
"Practical."
The blonde hands the glasses over to the dark-hair woman. Lena gives them the once over and tries them on.
"The technology built into these is remarkable."
Supergirl leers at the Luthor daughter and audibly gasps.
"Oh, Rao, just when I thought you couldn't possibly be more ravishing."
Lena blushes and goes to take them off. Kara prevents her from doing so.
"Keep them on for a second… you asked me a while back what my kryptonite was… you in glasses is my new kryptonite along with, you know, actual kryptonite."
The two laugh. Lena pushes them up on her nose and tries to see out of them.
"I used to wear glasses when I was younger but my mother would not tolerate imperfection, so she lasered my corneas herself… without anesthetic."
"Ouch, and I thought my Earth Mom taking away my chocolate pudding as punishment violated the Geneva Conventions."
"Stick with knocking out killer androids because history is not your strong suit."
Lena finally removes the specs and studies the lenses.
"Who made these for you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"My Earth Dad, he was trying to help me block out all of the distractions and focus."
With a tinge of envy in her voice, the L-Corp CEO brushes the cheek of Supergirl.
"He must love you very much."
"He did… he does… it's complicated."
"It always is."
The dark-haired woman abruptly takes the glasses over to the serene Buddha statue in the corner.
"May I try something?"
"Sure, just don't break them, I lost my spare pair in a giant space eel's stomach… or in my sister's Subaru."
Lena carefully holds the glasses around the eyes of the statue.
"I have no idea who this could possibly be…"
She lowers them off the face.
"Oh, look, it's Buddha!"
Kara folds her arms and glowers.
"Okay, funny, haha."
Again, Lena moves the glasses up around the statue's eyes.
"He's completely unrecognizable, I haven't the slightest clue, maybe it's Harry Styles?"
She drops them down again.
"Oh my non-christian God, it's Buddha!"
Growing more irritated, the blonde juts out her jaw.
"Point made, Lena."
The dark-haired woman now raises and lowers the glasses in rapid succession.
"Buddha… no, it's Oprah… it's Buddha… Cat Grant… Buddha… Dobby?"
With her eyes aglow and stomping her foot violently to her words, Supergirl ends the demonstration.
"I SAID YOU MADE YOUR POINT."
The whole building sways from the force. The Luthor daughter hangs on to the statue as alarms wail throughout the building. Kara calmly struts over to Lena and opens her hand.
"Glasses, please."
Without saying a word, the human drops them in the heroine's palm. Supergirl's sunny smile reemerges.
"Thank you."
Kara tucks them back inside her boot as the building settles. She sits in the seat previously occupied by Lena and beckons her over with the crook of her finger. This time, it's the Luthor's turn to obey. The blonde lifts the dark-haired woman effortlessly onto her lap and holds her around the waist.
"I'm sorry if I rattled you but I don't like to feel foolish, my sister does that to me all the time."
"And I apologize for being relentless, it's a family trait."
The two tighten their embrace. Lena runs her fingers through Kara's golden locks and kisses her forehead down to her mouth. After several moments of tongue jousting, green eyes lock into blue. The dark-haired woman's voice is barely above a whisper.
"From the precise location of your dermal defect, to the color of your irises, to the texture of your hair, to the way you purse your lips, do you really think a pair of glasses could disguise all of that from me?"
"You are relentless!"
"Mostly curious."
"I suppose you would have to be really stupid not to notice my features."
"And stupid people aren't accepted into the top STEM university in the world."
"And that's why you're a CEO and I'm a reporter."
Lena plays with Kara's earlobes and then kisses her on the nose.
"Don't sell your non-super self short, you have a passion for the truth and assisting others through your words… you know, when you can't punch, freeze, or fry the baddies."
"I wouldn't know what to do if I had to sit through boring financial meetings every day."
"I consider myself more of an inventor than an executive."
"Your alien detection device is both genius and diabolical."
With a mischievous grin, the L-Corp CEO nuzzles Supergirl's neck.
"You want to know a little secret?"
"Always!"
"It's really a garage door opener with Christmas lights."
"That's not true."
"See, you were meant to be a journalist instead of Cat's flunky."
"Ahem, Senior Personal Assistant."
Lena leans back and raises an impressed eyebrow. Kara mirrors her face and the two lapse into another set of chuckles and kisses. The Luthor takes the Super's fingers and guides them into unbuttoning her sweater. As each round, wooden fastener pops open, Lena murmurs in Kara's ear.
"When you entered my office for the first time, I wanted to take you right then and there on my desk, and I would have if it weren't for your bland cousin in the way."
Kara licks a trail along Lena's left clavicle.
"The couch would have been more comfortable."
"Don't worry, we would have done it on there next."
"I do seem to recall a steamy moment between us when we met."
Lena ever so slightly recoils.
"Only one?"
Kara pulls her back.
"Retraction… there has been nothing but one, long, steamy moment between us since the second we laid eyes on each other."
Satisfied with the correction, the dark-haired woman whispers another secret to the blonde.
"I was so ready to come for you that day, Kara."
Smug and sassy, Supergirl tosses off the Luthor daughter's green sweater and it lands on one of the stone lanterns. She takes her sweet time appraising the lovely human form before her and eventually reestablishes eye contact.
"Oh, Lena, you're always ready to come for me."
"Let me show you how much…"
Before Lena can continue, Supergirl suddenly wraps her up a lounge cushion and throws her into the koi pond. Spitting water out of her mouth, the bewildered L-Corp CEO yells at the Kryptonian.
"What in God's name are you doing?"
"Hide under the bridge and stay there!"
Four ninjas with glowing green swords rappel into the middle of the patio.