Chapter 11: Let Me Explain
A few days later...
Nextwave headed out on a mission. Privileged information had surfaced on a rather nasty group of terrorist organization supported by major cartel in South American. Monica jumped at the opportunity to prove her team's worth to the world.
The first morning without Monica was awful. The food tasted of cardboard. No amount of chewing made it possible to swallow. Lena and Kara had grown accustomed to Monica's fine cooking. Their mouths were dryer than a sandbox in summer. If she doesn't call soon Kara knew she going to be sick. She'd ordinarily call daily but this time things were different. She was off making the world a better place. Distractions weren't appropriate to bring on a mission. It would be days before Lena or Kara would hear from Monica.
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The ache of longing to be with Monica echoed through the very marrow of the new lover's bones it was a chill wind trapped in the chambers of their heart. With every spare moment, Lena's mind would rehearse a new text to send to Monica. And as the allotted time for her return drew nearer, time itself seemed to slow to such a leisurely pace it seemed cruel to Kara, ringing out the seconds, so days felt like a month. She never knew that missing someone could take over every fiber of your being and wring you out like a wet sponge every day. It is a torment they were unprepared for. Luckily, they had each other eradicate the longing momentarily.
"They'll hear," Kara whispers.
"Who cares? The door's locked." Lena gives her that smile again, the one she knows drives Kara wild and backs her up against her desk.
Lena unintentionally let's out a loud moan as Kara crushed their lips together. The reporter's hands from her neck to her waist in an instant; she picked Lena up like she weighed nothing and strode over to one of the glass windows, pushing her against it harshly. The CEO couldn't even process that before Kara was tugging down the sleeves of her dress until it pooled at her waist, exposing her lacy, sheer black bra. Green eyes met blue as the blonde ripped the lingerie like tissue paper and latched onto her nipple. Lena moaned wildly, threading her hands through blonde hair and tugging hard. It seemed to not affect Kara as she moved to the other breast, licking and sucking until the brunette couldn't take it away and started to grind her center against Kara's abs.
The reporter smile as she moved up to kiss and bite the CEO's neck, "Someone is impatient."
"I want you, Kara," the brunette gasped, holding onto Kara's blazer as she moved faster. The blonde gripped Lena's hips hard, halting anymore moment causing the young Luthor to whine.
Kara took Lena from the window to her couch, laying her down before pulling off the rest of her dress. Blue eyes darkened as she took in Lena's naked body. "Are you sure we should without...?"
The brunette let out a breathless chuckle, "Monica said it would be fine if we wanted to." The sentence was barely out of her mouth before the reporter was hovering over Lena, a possessive gleam in her eye.
"You belong to me too, Lena," Kara held down the CEO's wrists with one hand while the other snaked down a pale, writhing body to reach her goal, "You are mine as well," Lena had no time to respond before Kara slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them slightly as she thrust.
A high-pitched moan was ripped from Lena's throat as the reporter fucked her harder and deeper and harder and deeper. The CEO's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Kara let go of wrists and move down her body, leaving kisses and bites as she went. Kara never lost rhythm as she thrust into Lena; she watched the brunette's facial expressions for a moment before leaning in and attaching her lips to her clit. Kara used the tip of her tongue to coax deliciously dirty moans and whines from Lena as she could feel the other woman grow closer and closer to her climax. Lena lifted her legs over strong shoulders which allowed the reporter to reach the soft, spongy spot inside Lena that left her screaming Kara's name repeatedly.
The CEO felt her body stiffen for a minute before her orgasm washed over her in waves. Kara never stopped her thrusting her but she moved down to swallow all of Lena's cum as it gushed out of her. Lena's heart was beating out of her chest and her breath was coming in short, swallow pants. But, Kara would not be deterred.
The blonde never stopped moving as she flipped the other woman over like she was a rag doll. Lena found herself on her elbows and knees and before she could say anything, Kara was behind her, fucking her harder than before. The brunette grabbed the couch cushions, feeling their covers rip in her vice grip. But the blonde never stopped her wonderful ministrations; in fact, Kara only fueled Lena's arousal as she slapped her ass with an open palm.
"Fuck," Lena gasped out, raising her ass for another one, "Kara, please."
"You like that," Kara breathed out, slapping her again, "You like when I fuck your pussy, Lena?"
"Yes, Kara," the brunette cried out.
"Who's pussy is this, Lena? Who does it belong to?" The CEO couldn't answer as she felt closer and closer to another climax. Kara abruptly stopped thrusting, waiting for Lena to answer her question. It was one she couldn't dare ask normally.
Lena almost sobbed, "You! You, Kara! Please! Please fuck me!" Lena couldn't see her but knew Kara was sporting a smug smirk and the thrusting continued with more strength behind it. It was like Kara was trying to make it impossible for Lena to walk straight the next morning.
The CEO kept pushing her hips back to match Kara's pace, the only sounds in the room being her moans, Kara's praise, and the wetness between Lena's legs. Soon, the brunette found herself on the edge again and, with one harsher slap, Lena went tumbling over, her inside clenching so hard Kara couldn't move even if she wanted to. Lena slumped onto the couch in exhaustion, mind hazy with the orgasms Kara had given her. She lolled her head to the side to see the reporter licking her fingers like an ice cream cone. Lena moaned gently.
Kara smirked, leaning down to kiss her forehead, "I love you," Lena mumbled out something unintelligible, "How about we finish lunch now?" The brunette nodded her head remembering why Kara had dropped by and dressed. The blonde smiled, watching her scoop up her clothes from the floor. She stood with a powerful spine was clothed.
A glimmer in the sunlight shined into the office. It was the brightness that sears into your retinas making you close them fearing going blind; a brightness that would make fresh snow look grey and dull. It was a brightness to rival the sun itself. Lena went to cover shade her eyes, but even with the cover their eyes still had to squint to see. The lights above flicker like an old movie reel, but this is no theatre just an overwhelming brightness. The silhouette of a woman broke through the center glimmer, a sleek shapely figure. Kara moved forward as if to shield Lena from whatever was coming next. A charmingly affectionate voice bounced around the walls.
"I miss you my loves. Oh, and you both belong to me."
Lena reached her hand out to the figure. "Nova?"
The light dissipated before their eyes leaving behind two hearts aching, an aching that rebounds no matter the circumstances.
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Four months later…
The city itself was buzzing with curiosity on where their new heroes were. Catco's spread on Nextwave not only sold out but went viral additional articles were requested to Catco on each member of the team. Everyone needed to know more about the masked and unmasked heroes that seemed to only work in the shadows, unwilling to take gratitude from anyone or stand around for photos. James Olsen was forced by Snapper to release the full photo shoot just to appease the demand. The team had been divided by the public based solely on their dreaminess. Starfox and Spectrum tying for first place in the hearts of thousands of the city's citizens each and everyone swooning over Spectrum intense eyes and incredible shapely body while still admiring her insists on privacy labeled her classy to a fault. Nextwave appealed to the young and old masses in a way Supergirl never had. She rode only being a Super to win over the people. It made her look filial, to say the least.
While the group sucked up the limelight it allowed L Corp and its CEO to skate undetected for weeks at a time. It had become rare for reporters to even stop by for a quick statement. If it wasn't for lunches with Lena's favorite reporter work would feel trivial. Honestly, Kara and Lena both kept themselves busy. Monica had left with the team to infiltrate and implode a terrorist organization funding itself on drug trades and human trafficking in South America months ago. Every now and then Wally would return to National City to check on Jessi out of habit. Lena would try to squeeze him for information on Monica well being but he had strict orders to keep the mission on a need to know bases. She knew better than to worry about Monica because their fate to eternally find each other had been sealed long ago. Their connection to her only made Kara worry knowing she couldn't help when Monica felt powerless, angry, or lonely which was often. Helplessness ate at Kara's consciousness without Monica nothing was enjoyable. Only Alex knew what Monica meant to Kara. In an attempt to lift her spirits she suggested a girl's night that didn't turn out as planned. One mention of Monica sent Kara into a downward spiral of abandonment. Consoling from her sister did not relieve the anxiety, only Monica could do that.
On an unexpected day, the normally dormant Mark VII activated itself in Lena's office. She had been drowning in paperwork tried her best to stay ahead of it. Though the sun had set hours ago she reminds looking over projections. The helmet turned toward the abstract desk, the robotic sound startled her for a second the blue lights had turned on in the eyes and chest plate but it didn't move. She scooted from under her desk curiously approached the suit standing face to face to it. It was only there for her protection Monica not trusting anyone with her safety. What could possibly be tweaking the damn thing off? After a few minutes, she crossed her arms out of frustration.
"Miss. Luthor, come with me." The front opened to a massive space she could easily step into. She hesitated at the request wondered if someone tampered with the tech reminded herself only person capable of that was locked away in a cold cell.
Jarvis scanned her over, "You will not need those, Miss Luthor." A finger pointed at her heels.
"What is this about?"
"I cannot say, ma'am please come with me."
She thought of inquiring more but stepped out of heels and into the suit, it closed around her body. Automatically the legs headed toward the balcony, last, the helmet closed over her face and the AI graphics fastened to her eyes. A digital globe displayed a flight plan to a disclosed location it was strange to have no control over her movements. A scream bounced around in the helmet as the suit took flight into the air heading toward the location. Jarvis steered around skyscrapers dodged birds smoothly after 10 minutes she had reached a quaint neighborhood outside of the city. Her eyes widen when she realized her exact location she hadn't been to this home in years. A tan mansion with circle driveway luscious greenery decoratively surrounded the home. Mark VII opened up allowing Lena to step out. The smell of herbs stemmed a memory of her first arrival to The Rambeau Estate with Monica.
Mark VII closed pointed toward the backyard, "Proceed."
Every bit of this was odd to her, "What am I doing back here? Why was the suit acting this way?" The house was absent of all light. She followed the marble discs to the backyard down the stairs into the wild herbs and vegetable garden. The stone pathway lead straight down to a tree stump carved to hold several lit candles and a thick woven book lied on top as she went down the pathway she admired the range of rare flowers freshly planted along the pathway. As she approached the lit tree stump her fingers skimmed over the burnt L on the front of the journal. She lifted the journal opened it to the first page:
My Luthor,
Where are you? I need you. Life isn't worth living without you. I am forsaken lacking my heart, mind, and soul. I fear the night most of all the way it plagues my memories. Moments I held dear cherished above all others haunt me.
I see you,
I feel you,
I cried out to you,
I bleed for you,
I ache for you,
I reach out to you,
I burrow in you,
I lodge to you,
I pursue you,
It is all ripped from me the second my eyes open devoid of your warmth I cave in deep into myself. I never knew I would lose you this way loving you with every fiber in my body unwilling to let go. The truth is, I will never stop searching for you, Lena. I'm coming for you.
The sounds of children at play caused her to look up from the journal. A four-year-old girl ran out from the thicket of the vegetation hide in front of the tree stump. Her eyebrows tightened leaned forward looking down at her.
"Lena! Lena! Where are you?! Come out!" A familiar tender voice protruded from the garden. A six-year-old girl stepped out from the tall plants searching for the little girl. She squealed and rushed behind Lena for better cover. Lena peered down at the young girl. "She's me." She thought. "Lena, please! I miss you." Lena's head shoot up, "Monica?"
Incredible smoky eyes inched closer to the tall women. "Uh? Hey! Have you seen my Lena?" Dark brown curls flowed down to her mid-back covered the side of her face, soil soaked boots, black t-shirt, muddy navy jeans - She seemed to study her.
"No. Maybe, she's still hiding."
She fiddled with her hands nervously flicked her hair out of her face, looked around, ran off back into the garden. Those eyes echoed in her mind. - They glistened brightly, cold and metallic, rivaling the most excellently polished suit of armor. The sclera that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by red. They were pure. They were cold. They were beautiful.
Lena looked down at the timid younger version of herself, "She's gone." Emerald eyes stared up at her, "You suuuure?" She smiled at her own cuteness nodded. "Come on!" She ran from behind her down the path.
"Where are we going?" Lena followed quickened her pace to keep up.
"Come on!" She ran straight to the colossal tree disappeared behind it.
As she neared the tree a burst of beaming light shot up directly into the dark sky, the light separated hit several thousand ice and rock fragment causing a spectacular meteor shower above the colossal tree. There was a blanket lied on the grass jars of lit candles surrounding plush pillows spread everywhere. Her eyes widen at the sight of it all. "Oh my god." A sleeping body lounged on the blanket. Lena advanced knowing that face anywhere, it was Monica. They hadn't seen each other in month's relief went over her. No news made her sick to her stomach now she could be at ease. She eyed over the tree for a specific spot her fingers grazing over their initials, joined Monica down on the blanket, she looked over the leather journal again quieting reading page after page. The entries left her breathless. "She was looking for me all this time." Monica turned over closer to her rubbing her eyes to see Lena's face lit up by the falling meteors. Those eyes again piercing into her - They weren't dull or an unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the grey of a pigeon's wing; the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water. Those eyes glanced her way once, and ensnared her in a net of intrigue. They turned lovingly focusing on her. In all the months away she had planned this out for Lena. Though passing out after exuding that much energy was not planned.
"You look radiant."
"You really know how to up the ante on romance." Lena replied.
Monica sat up, noticed the journal in her hand. "I need to tell you something really important, my little Luthor. I've been wanting to say this to you for a long time."
"What is it?" She put down the journal moving in closer to her.
Monica intertwined their fingers looked up at the meteors before saying, "You know what's funny? I've spent years trying to imagine what I would say in this moment and the past months I've spent endless hours thinking of the right words just how I can tell you I love you but what I came to in those months is it's impossible and there aren't words. It doesn't exist… There isn't an action big enough there aren't words great enough to tell you how much I love you. You are the most beautiful wonderful gift life has ever given me. I had never experienced something so pure than being with you. So..." She reached into her pocket tugged out a Tiffany & Co light blue box out. She opened it discarded the box to held smaller box in her hand. Lena's hand shoot to her mouth seeing the engagement ring as she slowly opened the box. Six carat emerald black diamond with three carat colorless diamonds on either side. "Lena Luthor, Will you marry me?"
Lena's eyes watered. "Yes!" She lunged for Monica hugging tightly pushed her back on the blanket. A breath of relief came out of Monica. Lena rose graced her lips against hers, their foreheads touching, everything drowned out. Lena broke the kiss to reveal a gentle smile time had finally caught up with itself in her eyes. Monica slide the ring onto Lena's ring finger. This was her salvation to see the utter happiness on her face. There weren't any words that could've made this any better. Instead, they cuddled into each other watched the shower of the dazzling meteors.
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The Next Morning at Catco….
Kara exited the elevator heading into the bustling office to see many people on edge. Snapper Car rushed out of his office, "Where is my art?!" He huffed throw his hand up walked back into his office.
James spotted Kara's confused look, headed toward her. "What's going on James?"
"We have a crash in the cover." James held a laminated photo of the meteor shower from last night under his arm making his way to Snapper office.
"The cover is set," Kara followed alongside him, "Yeah, that's why they call it a crash."
James handed Snapper the photo as he took his oily glasses off of the top of his head to his nose. He inspected the photo. "I sent it down to layout already this is for you." Kara looked over the photo. "It's just stars. Does it mean to be a front-page story?"
"Uncalculated unpredicted meteor shower over only National City is arguably the best story since those good for nothing Nextwave members." Snapper shuffled around his office, "Of course it's going on the cover."
"They are heroes." Kara snapped back.
"Yeah? Where are they? I don't see them saving the day anywhere. Oh, by the way, how is that follow-up interview coming along?" Snapper leaned forward on his desk glaring at her. He lifted his cold coffee to his lips waiting for a response.
"They - They haven't contacted me." Kara shifted her weight.
James remarked, "So much for heroes."
She shook her head, storming out of the office toward her own.
"Hey! Kara wait." James followed her.
She turned around, "No, are you kidding me? You're just jealous of Nextwave."
He put his hands on his hips, "How could I be jealous of people who aren't even here?" He walked away into his office.
It cut deeper then James had intended. She'd rather him take a knife to her skin then speak those cold words. He was right since the article about them was published they hadn't been around. Unfortunately, Supergirl presences around the city were growing unappreciated. She needed them to come back for more than one reason now. It was all catching up to her. These months without Monica was only bearable because of Lena but she didn't even come home last night. The pain was overflowing inside. She couldn't take the separation from the one's she loved. Instead of diving into work, she headed home. She unlocked the apartment door, dropping her bag, kicked off her shoes. A lingering smell of herbs, tom ford, and fresh blood brimmed the apartment. Kara followed the smells into the kitchen, her heart skipped a beat. Monica was sitting at the dining room table with a small bowl of liquids on it as she suturing up a wound on her shoulder quietly. Her head was turned to the wound as she put in the final stitches, laid the tools into the bowl, bite off the remaining string. Soundless footsteps walked up behind her, Kara could never startle Monica though. She could always sense when she was near. "Is it true?" A resentful tone for someone so tender.
"You're here! - When did you get back? Why didn't you -"
"Is it true?!" Monica leaps from her chair, facing Kara. She had never heard her raise her voice. Her eyes which normally changed colors with extreme emotions remind gray. Hair all over her body stood up, Kara wanted to close the distance between them yearning for her affection. She studied over the other patched up wounds on her body, counted six knife lacerations.
Kara stammered out, "Is what true?"
"Did you kiss that..." Monica sounded disguised, "Daxamite?"
"I - How did you know?"
"It is true. Isn't it?" Monica gave Kara an icy stare.
"No! He was dying and we - we were talking and he just kissed me."
Monica turned back to the table grabbed the bowl placed it into the sink. "I should go give you space."
"Really?! You've been gone this whole time! If you were here.."
Monica walked up close to Kara. "Do not blame your indiscretions on me!"
"I wasn't going to. I didn't want him to kiss me. It just happened."
She huffed looked off, "That sounds a lot like cheating to me."
"I would never do that." She admitted freely.
"Did you kiss him back?" Monica glared at her.
"I.." Kara needed to choose her words wisely. "I didn't want him to kiss me."
Monica shook her head, "What did you want?"
"You! You were gone and I was here. Every day I wanted to just be with you. And, you weren't there." Kara stepped closer, veins protruding from her neck. The glare in Monica's eyes softened toward her, they haven't been this close for months. Her resolve was bending, she reached up removed Kara's glasses wandering into the depth of her clashing blues. She had seen that look before in Lena's eyes.
Kara softened, "Mon-El means nothing to me. You and Lena are what I live for now." Monica hoisted Kara up onto the kitchen island, and spread her legs hastily moving between them, held onto her hips, "I thought you were mad at me." Stunned by her actions.
Monica looked down for a moment then back into her eyes. "Oh, I am but I have wants too."
Kara's cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, the blooming color so cute against her fair complexion. "She wants me? Right now?! She was just so mad." She didn't dare look away from her now distracted by the shape of her lips, naturally leaning forward placing her hands on her neck. Though, Monica hung back allowing her time to compose herself, fighting back the smile that wanted to break free. What happens next she needed Kara to remember for a long time, so while her gaze was fixed on her lips she didn't drop her eyes from her. Once, their eyes met again Kara pulled her into her lips feeling her back being caressed gingerly as the soft touch of her lips turned rough. Her eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn't let her see darkness, it instead created colors of fondness. Her tense nerves soon relaxed, her troubles, her pain melted away and the surroundings disappeared leaving only her and Monica. This felt right. Her lips were warm, she felt her arms wrap around her neck, as the kiss grew heavy. Monica pulled up the tucked in shirt, quickly unbutton it. Between breaths, "We… Can't.." Politely she stopped stepped back, Kara didn't want to hear that, and she had started it. She grabbed her by the waist snatch her back to her continued kissing her hungrily wanting more. She felt herself being pushed back faintly, their lips moving in sync, "Please Kara... I've missed you too much to control myself right now… I can't resist you." Monica thought. Kara bite down on her lip to coax her back, releasing her lip gave her enough time to pleased further, "Supergirl please." That name nag at her conscious unshackled her grip on Monica.
Monica gulped down her taste, "Lena would be upset if we did this without her." She back up this time further. Kara nodded knowing their only rule, 'never to do it separately'. She looked down at the emblem on her chest, remembering her of their first kiss. Something in that look made Kara wonder what she was thinking. She jumps down from the countertop. Monica disappeared into the bed looking out the glass window. Kara guessed where she could've gone, sped to the bedroom frowned seeing her sulking. They had never conflicted with each other. Monica had every right to be upset with her. She had told no one about the kiss nor had she mentioned it to Mon-El when he recovered. Though it meant nothing to her she still kept it a secret which made her feel guilty. Somewhere inside she had her hunches he might have feelings for her but he never acted on them until the kiss. How she felt kissing Lena or Monica was pure bliss to her. Mon-El didn't even compare to them. Nervously inched closer to Monica wishing she could read her mind.
"I asked Lena to marry me," Monica kept her sights on the view, "she said yes."
"Is that why she didn't come home?"
"Yes. I wanted - It doesn't matter now." Monica's hand clenched into a fist.
"Of course it matters. Don't let what happened with Mon-El change things." Kara pleaded step forward.
Monica went silent turned around looked at her, "It has. I know how you felt you didn't expect it nor did you want it but you didn't chastise him for doing it. You didn't stop him. You let him kiss you."
"I was trapped in my own guilt if it wasn't for my family he wouldn't have gotten hurt." She needed Monica to understand. "He doesn't even remember the kiss."
Monica rolled her eyes. "Oh, he remembers it. No one could kiss you and forget it."
Kara blushed knowing what she meant by that, "I - I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Shortened the distance between them.
"I have to go." Monica threw a shirt on, halfway out the room she halted, "And, I wanted to ask you to marry me as well Kara." In an instant, she was gone. The sound of Monica's voice still bouncing around in the room. Kara sunk to the floor sobbing.
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Two levels down the team gathered in the training facilities. Torn punching bag hung from the ceiling with soft padding around each wall several separate combat mats lied across the floor graffiti filled the unpadded spaces Monica hung back lost in her own thought. Matt listened to her irregular heartbeat. Jesse watched the training from the observation room. She wasn't a part of the team but when they trained all together it made her want to join. They were fearless and it showed in training often wounding each other to prove a point. Maya being the most brutal of them all, each member's rival was evenly matched to them. Adam favored fighting Monica she was the only one that could keep up with his power. She took him out of head kept him from calculating his next move. She was unpredictable switching up techniques just to confuse him. Eros frequently picked on Wally making fun of his singular ability. Wally foolishly retaliated by challenging him to hand to hand combat in the octagon. Matt's ear twitched listening for Brunnhilde to throw her first punch, Elsa and Brunnhilde surround him looking for a weak spot. He had been light on his toes but stiff when he lunges Elsa took advantage by quickly attacking his legs then distancing herself from him. He had to avoid Brunnhilde bone-crushing blows at all cost. Training days like this no one could use weapons it gave him leeway to tire her out. Without Elsa's guns, she was an easy takedown if he could catch her Maya helped him out if she thought it was getting out of hand. Though Monica did not like the fact they were couples in the team she feared when the day came that one would get injured or worse their partner would become out of control. It hadn't happened yet, fortunately, Matt and Maya are stronger together while Elsa and Brunnhilde's off and on relationship could end toxically at any point.
A loud slam in the octagon interrupted everyone pulling their attention to a winded Eros grasping for air. He rolled over on his side his whole back reddened by the impact as he hyperventilated his eyes becoming bloodshot. Wally stood over his huffing body with a proud smile. Adam aided him calming his breathing. The rest of the team clapped for Wally's success in silencing his rival. Monica didn't have the heart for training she left while the team was congratulating him to the observation room. She plopped down on a metal bench next to Jesse.
"You alright?" Jesse asked.
"Not even close." She replied
"Whats going on?"
"I shouldn't say."
"It will never be resolved with that attitude."
"Kara let someone kiss her while I was away."
"Oh." Jesse couldn't imagine how she must be feeling. "What are you going to do?"
"She said it meant nothing just kind of happened. I've never wanted anyone else but her and Lena."
"What Wally very briefly explained to me love is different for you. You only see them in a romantic way but they have a choice. You couldn't possibly hold them to your standard of thinking."
"I don't. Well, I didn't think I did." She looked down at her hands. "They are my world, yah know? I don't want her kissing anyone but me or Lena. Is that unfair of me?"
"No. I would be extremely upset if Wally cheated."
"It wasn't cheating. He kissed her while her guard was down. She didn't want it to happen though she did nothing to stop him. I saw it all in a vision." She memorized the lines on her hands. "I will not fight her battles nor will I add fuel to his feelings for her by being territorial."
Jesse admired the fact Monica had thought of ever angle to go about this. "I see. Did she apologize?"
She nodded looked up from her hand. "How could I ever trust her again?"
"She didn't betray your trust. Something happened out of her control. Yes, she didn't handle it right. I'm sure now you discussed it with her she will never let something like this happen again. I've seen the way you all look at each other. She loves you." Jesse gave her a hopeful smile. "I think the problem is nobody knows the three of you are together."
Monica rose from the bench thinking it over. "Your right, Jesse. I see why Wally loves you so much."
"He what?!"
"Oops. Pretend I didn't say that." Monica rushed out of the room back up to the apartment.
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