Supergirl sat on the top of the Washington Monument. The steep slope of the surface made her focus on keeping her balance, rather than thinking about the events of the evening. It's early May and there was still a chill in the air. She found it helped bring her body temperature back to normal after she left the White House. Now she sat there staring at the place she was a mere hour ago trying to sort things out in her head.

"What did you just do?" She asked herself. It was times like this she wished she understood humans better. Kara understood their biology and knew a lot about their history, but she didn't understand their emotions. He had kissed her. Her. She could still feel his hands on her body and it made her quiver slightly. Lex - no, the President had kissed her and she just - flew away. "I'm sorry Mr. President," she said mocking herself. "I'm such a dope." She slipped her fingers into her hair and pulled it back, tugging at it in frustration.

There was a sudden swoosh and then Power Girl was floating in front of her.. "Who's a dope?" She asked pulling down the hem of her bodysuit, which had begun to ride up a bit, before looking up at the moping hero.

"No one," Supergirl said in a sullen tone. She then continued with an exaggerated, "ME! - Oh, I don't know."

Power Girl laughed. "Well that sounds about right." She gave her a wink. "What on Earth are you doing up here?"

"Practicing my balancing act," she snapped back. "What does it look like? I'm trying to think."

"About what?"

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." Kara told her.

"I see."

Supergirl looked up at the buxom hero and tilted her head slightly, "You see what?" She snapped.

Power Girl was adjusting her breasts in her uniform. Lift and separate. Kara could see Karen saying it to herself, her lips moving silently as she did it to each one. "Boy trouble." She shrugged her shoulders and then crossed her arms across her enormously huge chest now that everything was in its place. Kara squinted at her and wondered how she stays upright? She was a marvel who would confuse Einstein.

Supergirl took a deep breath, "No! - What makes you think that?"

"You're snippy. You don't get snippy, you're too nice for that." Karen told her and Kara wanted to punch her for that comment alone. "So, who was it?"

"It's not a boy." She protested.

"Hell it wasn't. Come on you can tell me, I won't tell Kal-El. I promise!" She pushed. "I don't want you locked up in the Watchtower like Rapunzel. Who would I hang out with then?"

"Glad you're concerned about me and not your social life," Kara said rolling her eyes.

"Let's see," Power Girl said, sitting on the air with her legs crossed. She rested her elbow on her knee and Kara thought she looked like a female floating version of The Thinker. "Well, it' can't be Beast Boy - he gave up on you which was probably for the best, since you don't need wild kingdom. Was it one of the Bats? Oh- Nightwing? - God you don't want him. He has Donna Troy and Starfire cooties and who knows what else all over him. Don't share that comment with anyone not even Steph! - Aqualad? He's a slippery one." She said putting up her finger and scrunching her face. Power Girl then sat up straight with a look of excitement on her face as she announced, "Captain Marvel! You would look cute together - but it could be kind of creepy. I mean with him being almost a cookie cutter of Kal and all."

She rambled on and on, running through the entire list of eligible teen heroes and the not so available ones. Supergirl just let her go, not listening. She looked out over the city at the White House. If Clark knew she kissed Lex, well he kissed her - he would send her to the Phantom Zone before she could say Mxyzptlk. Then there was what he would do to him. She pulled her knees up and let her arms rest on them putting her head down. She heard Karen start on the reasons one should never date a Teen Titan.

A deep sigh escaped her lips. Why had she flown away? She liked when he kissed her. It had been her first human kiss. Mon-El had been her first kiss, but it felt funny. Kind of like she was kissing - well as PG put it about Marvel, like kissing her cousin. But when Lex kissed her - she sighed again. What must he think of me now, she thought. She ran away like some scared kid.

Power Girl stopped for a moment and straightened up again. This time Kara can tell she's listening to something. "Hey, a plane was going down over Brazil, want to come? Might take you mind off of -," she raised an eyebrow and said in a long exaggerated voice, "Brain-i-ac 5?"

Supergirl shook her head and floated up into the air, "No! Let's go and try not to talk."

A few hours later she found herself back in DC. It was late and she knew she should head home for a few hours' sleep before class the next day. Yet something was eating away at her. She stopped at the bus station and picked up the Extreme Justice phone Kuttler gave her. She was in and out before the homeless guy on the bench woke up from the strange breeze that swept up the papers around him. He found a warm cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich next to him-Kara's way of apologizing for waking him.

Turning on the phone, she didn't know what she was doing. She looked at the three numbers listed in the contacts. She closed her eyes and lets her finger press down on the screen. Kara didn't have a clue what she'd do if he answered, just another one of the hasty actions. He had told her they were a good thing. Great things could come from them. The line rang and then there was a pick up. "Yes?" The voice had a slight grogginess to it.

"I feel like I'm always saying sorry," she told him. "But I am. I'm sorry I flew away."

Lex could hear the sincerity in her voice. He hadn't expected to hear from her; in fact he was sure she would keep her distance from that moment on. But Supergirl was one of those unpredictable types. Perhaps it was because she didn't know enough about herself here on Earth that made her this way. He slowly sat up in bed and reached over for the lamp on the nightstand. "Where are you?" He asked. His voice was soft and gentle; he didn't want her to run again.

"The Lincoln Memorial," she said shyly.

He grinned at this. "One of my favorite places," he told her and he knew she was smiling on the other end even though he couldn't see her face.

"He's a good listener I find," she said looking up at the stone giant behind her.

"That he is. A very wise man." She didn't respond and the line went deafeningly quiet. He could just hear her breathing as he got up and walked to the window. Pulling back the sheers, he tried to peer out but the large maple tree outside blocked his view. "I hate to talk to you like this, won't you come back so we can discuss this."

She took a deep breath and exhaled, "I don't think that's a good idea." She replied softly.

"I won't bite, I promise. You're cousin never said I bit, did he?"

He heard her giggle at this and he's sure he's broken the ice between them. "No, he never said that."

"Good because I don't." He told her. "At least come to the window so I can see you. I'll tell security. It's behind a big tree so no one will be able to see you." Luthor said. She didn't reply quickly, rejecting the idea and he felt he's won. She just needed to get there in her own time. Her first reply that it wasn't a good idea reeked of regret.

She finally pushed out an, "alright." He told her to give him a moment. Picking up the house line he advised the Secret Service as he pulled on his bathrobe. The agent objected, but Lex told them it's happening. He made his way back to the window to pick up the second line again. When he told her everything was all set it was but a blink and she was on the other side of the glass.

Luthor gave her a slight nod and he hung up the phone. He reached down and opened the window as he told them he would be doing. The sheers blow slightly in the night air. "Hi," he said simply. Looking at her, he saw a gracefulness to her as she floated on the air.

"Hi yourself," her stomach flipped when he spoke to her just then. She could feel the butterflies coming back again.

"Isn't this better?" He said as he leaned against the side window frame. She smiled at this. The moonlight reflected off the silk of robe. "Won't you come closer? Remember I don't bite." He told her lowering his chin and giving her a grin.

He could see the tension go out of her body as she laughed to herself. She hesitantly floated over to the window and sat on the sill, letting her legs dangle outside. They stay like that, just looking at one another for a moment before she looked away unable to take the intensity in his eyes. "As for apologies, I'm sorry if my actions tonight upset you," he told her. "However I won't apologize for what I did," he said and she looked quickly back at him. He steps towards her, putting out his hand like he did before touching her long golden hair. It made him think of the fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin, straw spun into pure gold. It glistened in the dappled rays of moonlight that came through the trees branches. She tilted her head so her cheek rested in his palm, she closed her eyes and nuzzled against his touch.

Lex leaned in slowly and she opened her eyes. She regained her composure and pulled away, raising her hand to stop him. "We can't," she said him. Her words told him one thing while her eyes looked in agony over the words.

"Why?" He asked her. Luthor knew she'd have an answer, but she wouldn't be able to hold the argument if it came to that. He wanted her to say it though. "Is it our age difference?" He said in a concerned tone.

She gave him a look, furrowing her brow. "Lex, you know why." He saw the corners of her kissable mouth turn down.

"Ah - see you can say my name." He said grinning at her. She pursed her lips, trying to hold back a smile. This was not something to joke about in her mind. Lex put up his hand as in surrender, "Alright, is it because of your cousin?"

"What do you think?" She asked him. She made a slight movement that made him think she would have stomped her foot like a petulant child if she had been standing.

He looked at her, knowing he wanted nothing more right now than to pull her through that window and make love to her, but he can't. She wasn't ready for that. Their relationship, whatever it would be was too fragile at this moment for the grand romantic gesture she has probably watched in hundreds of Hollywood movies. He reached up for her hand and she let him take it. His fingers caressing it as he lifted it. "What I think is, you're a beautiful woman who can make up her own mind." His lips touched her knuckles and then he turned her hand over to kiss her palm.

"It's a little more complicated than that," she said with a sigh.

"No, it's not. It never is. We just make it complicated," he said looking up into her eyes. "Perhaps you're more human than you think my dear." Lex moved in and this time she didn't stop him. She let him kiss her, in fact she wanted him to never stop. Their arms slowly slipped around one another.

It's a tender moment between the two of them. Both of them not wanting it to end for fear another may never come again. He finally pulled back and looked into her eyes. He pushed her hair back so that it slipped behind her ear and he traced a knuckle slowly down her cheek. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "He'll send me to like -space sector 6587 or the Phantom Zone if he finds out" She whispered.

He chuckled at her dramatic nature. To be this young again he thought. "Do you really think he would?" He placed a soft open mouthed kiss on her lips.

"I honestly don't know," she told him. "It's you and when it comes to you - he doesn't exactly see straight." She let her hand touch his cheek, his skin as smooth as silk under her fingertips.

"It's nice to know he still cares."

She chuckled at his joke, "I wouldn't call it that."

He looked into her eyes trying to read her. Luthor was not a gambling man; he was too smart for that. He usually had his answer long before the question was asked, but today he was willing to roll the dice. "Don't ask me what this is, but I want to find out." He told her and she opened her mouth to answer him, "But I'll honor whatever it is you decide." He kissed her softly again.

Supergirl found it hard to think when he did that and maybe that's the point. When he pulled away she slipped off the ledge to hover in front of him, just out of his reach.

"You should get some sleep, Mr. President," she told him.

"What happened to Lex?" He said with a chuckle.

She smiled and reached out touching his face. "Good night Mr. President." She moved quickly towards him and kissed him one last time. He felt her suck his bottom lips softly as she pulled away. Then once again she was gone.

He closed the window and made his way back to the bed. Laying there awake he sensed he understood what she was feeling more than she could know. Lex knew exactly what she is and yet for some reason with her it did not seem to matter to him. She was not the Alien. He believed she was something different, something more. "My only love sprung from my only hate!...that I must love a loathed." He spoke the words out loud hoping they would sound different in some way. They didn't.

This wasn't love. It was some kind of desire or lust he told himself. This was the universe's way of testing him once again. It was providence that it should be her. "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore in winged Cupid painted blind," he thought.

"Damn Shakespeare!"