You already know I don't own Supergirl, my dudes.
Lena's confession hung in the air, ringing in Kara's ears as she tried to convince herself she'd heard her correctly. She couldn't believe it. Lena was beautiful and radiant, rich and powerful. She could have anyone she wanted. She'd never dreamed that she could possibly want her. She'd never imagined her feelings could be returned.
It should have made her feel elated, and it did, but she was also terrified. Until this revelation came to light her and Lena being together had always been just a fantasy. She kept her thoughts and desires in her head, where they were safe from the scrutiny of the world. But admitting she felt the same would mean her world changing slightly, and that was hard for her to accept. Her life had changed so much since she left Krypton, and it caused her to fear more change— more crumbles in her foundation. But maybe this change wouldn't be for the worst. Maybe instead of weakening her it would strengthen her, like it had done for Alex. Her sister had finally come to terms with her sexual identity, and Kara saw how much it freed her and helped her to find a new level of love for herself. Didn't she deserve that, too?
Lena waited patiently, watching as Kara seemed to be at a loss for words. With each agonizing second that passed by her heart grew heavier and heavier in her chest. She couldn't tell what Kara was thinking, but there was a small frown on her face, and it made Lena want to cry. If she was going to reject her and throw her out, she wanted her to get it over with. She couldn't take the silence and the anxiety any longer.
"Kara, please say something," she pleaded in a small voice that broke slightly.
Kara looked up at her slowly, taking in the pained expression on her friend's face. They were still sitting so close their thighs were pressed together, and she could feel Lena's legs shaking. Her bright green eyes were glassy with tears, her lips formed in an adorable pout, and Kara caught a breath just looking at her. Lena was stunning, she was amazing, and she was everything Kara wanted. But she was so scared to take that risk, especially now that she knew true heartbreak.
She thought back to Cat Grant's lecture about taking chances, so long ago now, but she still remembered the words. She'd told Kara to dive, observing that the blonde was scared to leave her life behind because she was scared the journey would be hard. But she also declared that Kara would be a better person in the end, and Cat had been right about that. She'd said, "In order to live, we must keep daring, keep diving." And who was Kara to not heed the advice of her own personal hero?
Kara hesitantly lifted her hand to brush a stray strand of hair from Lena's face. She tucked it behind Lena's ear, afterwards running her fingers through the raven hair, gripping gently at the base of her neck. Lena's breathing hitched, and she stared at the blonde questioningly, hopefully.
"I'm much better at doing," Kara said in a low voice.
She leaned forward, their faces mere centimeters apart. She could feel small wisps of Lena's breath against her lips as their noses brushed. Heart thudding against her rib cage, she pressed her lips to Lena's as her eyelids fluttered closed. Lena's hands instantly went up to cup Kara's cheeks, deepening the kiss as she returned it hungrily. Butterflies erupted in Lena's stomach, but instead of cursing them she welcomed them, enjoying the sensation of excitement that shot through her as Kara's lips moved against hers. She felt dizzy in the best possible way, but she didn't want to come up for air just yet. Kissing Kara was something she'd imagined hundreds of times, and now that she was finally doing it she couldn't stop.
The blonde's lips were impossibly soft, and every sigh and moan that escaped them sent tingles down Lena's spine. Kara ran her hand down Lena's back, the other joining it at the waist. She'd never kissed a girl before, but she'd never imagined it could be this amazing. There was no scratchy stubble to scrape against her face, no beard hair getting into her mouth, and the silkiness of Lena's lips made her melt slightly inside.
By the time they pulled apart, each with heaving chests and bruised lips, Kara wasn't sure whose heart was beating louder—hers or Lena's. Lena's lipstick was smudged, and Kara was sure it had found its way to her face. It had, and Lena used the pads of her thumbs to wipe some of it away sweetly, smiling breathlessly at the other woman. Kara beamed at her and brought her hands up to her face, taking Lena's hands from it and holding them in her own. Lena bit her bottom lip as they stared at each other, tears springing to her eyes.
As a couple fell Kara's smile dropped, and she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Lena assured her quickly. "For once I'm crying because I'm happy," she said, sniffling as she squeezed Kara's fingers.
Kara reached up and brushed away Lena's tears. "Me too," she admitted, her smile returning. "I'm glad you said something first, because I don't think I would have had the guts to any time soon."
"I'm glad I did, too," Lena said, laughing airily. "I still a little in shock, to be honest. I'm shaking."
"I know," Kara said. "I feel you."
Lena chuckled softly again. "Of course you do."
Kara laughed as well and wrapped an arm around Lena's shoulder, pulling her into her side. They settled back onto the couch, Lena's arms snaking around Kara's waist. She buried her face in Kara's shoulder, her heart feeling like it could burst with joy. Kara sighed in contentment and kissed Lena atop the head, resting her free hand on Lena's knee and rubbing her thumb gently against the fabric of her dress pants.
"I'm still a little surprised, though," Lena went on, lifting her head to meet the blonde's gaze. "I didn't think you liked girls."
"I didn't either until recently," Kara admitted carefully. "I've always found girls pretty, but as Alex pointed out, I'd never been close enough to one other than her for long enough to develop a crush." She shrugged a bit. "She said maybe I'm attracted to the person other than sex or gender. That was actually normal on Krypton. But it wasn't on Earth, and when I got here I wanted so desperately to be normal that I think I subconsciously stayed away from girls and avoided being friends with them on purpose because I was scared of something like this happening."
Lena frowned, worry crossing her features. "And now that it has how do you feel?" she questioned, her voice quivering slightly. "Still scared?"
"A little," Kara admitted. Lena stiffened at this, so Kara quickly added, "But not enough to run from this—from you."
Lena's lips twitched into a smile, and she leaned closer, nuzzling her nose against Kara's. "Good, because I have no intention of letting you get away," she said against the blonde's lips briefly before kissing her again.
Kara smiled into it, enjoying the way Lena's mouth tasted and the thrill that filled her chest as their lips moved together. It had been so long since she'd kissed anyone, and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. She craved to be closer, to feel Lena against her.
As gently as she could she pulled Lena into her lap, and the brunette draped herself over the blonde, not minding the change in position at all. She trailed kisses along Kara's jawline, to her ear, and she bit down on it gently. Kara shot up at this, taking Lena with her. Lena securely wrapped her legs around Kara's waist as the blonde supported her legs. Kara carried her past the curtain and laid her down on the bed. She paused for a moment, hovering over the woman beneath her, taking in her beauty, still slightly mesmerized that this was all happening.
"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to join me?" Lena teased, propping herself up on her elbows as she leaned back and quirked an eyebrow at the blonde.
Kara smirked and leaned over the bed, lying atop Lena as the brunette lay flat, tangling her hands in Kara's golden locks. The reporter moaned slightly when Lena's lips crashed into hers, and she could feel her body practically humming with excitement. She had to remind herself to be gentle, that Lena was human and could break if she lost control. She'd only ever been intimate with Mon-El, and he was a lot sturdier, so she'd never had to worry about hurting him. With Lena, though, one false move and she could put her in the hospital.
It was that thought that caused her to pull away, panting heavily as she looked down at the woman beneath her. Lena's dark hair was splayed across the comforter, and her green eyes had turned a darker shade. Kara gulped audibly, and she took a deep breath to steady herself.
She rolled off Lena and sat beside her on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she tried to focus on calming down. Lena sat up, frowning as she draped an arm across the woman's shoulders.
"What, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Kara said, though it did nothing to calm Lena's concern. "I just got scared I might hurt you," she admitted, looking to Lena shyly. "I've only ever been with one person—well, alien, actually."
"Mon-El?" Lena questioned. "He was your first?"
"Yeah," Kara said, nodding.
"At twenty-five?" Lena asked incredulously.
"That's when I got my first boyfriend," Kara said with a small frown, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "I didn't want to just do it with anyone."
"Kara, I'm not making fun of you," Lena affirmed quickly. "You're just so beautiful I find it hard to believe it took you that long." That was how she and Kara differed. She'd been having sex since she was sixteen, constantly seeking closeness and validation she never got at home through the arms of a man, and then women as well later in life. She never kept those people around for long, not wanting to emotionally attach herself to anyone. But someone wanting her, telling her how beautiful she was, making her toes curl, even just for one night, it was nice. Besides, she'd always been so stressed, and it was a nice release of tension… If the person touched her right—one of the reasons she preferred sleeping with women, she was more likely to have an orgasm. That may have also had something to do with the fact that she was more attracted to women, though. "It's actually kind of endearing that you've been with so few people," she went on, then frowned a bit. "I hate to think what you must think of me for how many people I've slept with." She looked down, finally removing her arm from the blonde's shoulder and dropping it to her side so she could rest her hands in her lap and wring them together.
"I don't care about that," Kara said, reaching out and placing a hand atop Lena's to stop her fidgeting. "Mon-El was with countless women before he and I got together, both on Daxam and Earth." She shook her head lightly, remembering the time she'd caught Mon-El as "Mike" with Eve in the closet at CatCo. She still hadn't been able to use the copier Eve had been sitting atop ever again. "I, personally, have just never been able to bring myself to be that intimate with someone without feelings there. And I'd never opened myself up to someone like that, mostly because I felt I could never tell them my secret. I think that's why I never truly fell for someone before him. It's hard to fall in love with someone when they don't know who you really are." She smiled and lifted Lena's hand to her lips, kissing the back of it briefly before continuing, "I don't have to hide with you, either. You know my true self, and you still like me."
"I like you a lot," Lena clarified, smiling widely. She knew that wasn't completely the truth, though. She knew it was much deeper than that. She loved Kara, more than anything or anyone she'd ever loved before. But it was too soon to say that.
"Ditto," Kara remarked, flashing another dazzling grin at the brunette before turning serious again. "I'm just afraid if I'm not careful I could hurt you," she said. "Mon-El wasn't human. I didn't have to worry about breaking his ribs every time I hugged him or when we were intimate," she paused, holding Lena's gaze as she went on, "I'd never forgive myself if something I did were to hurt you in some way if we were to get…Physical."
Lena bit back a smile. "You mean if we were to have sex?" she asked, nudging Kara's shoulder with her own playfully, causing a blush to spread across the blonde's cheeks.
"Yes," Kara said, dropping her head to hide how red her face was getting. Sex hadn't been a part of her life until a little more recently. She'd never really spoken about it since she didn't have experience, and when she finally did she still wasn't comfortable enough speaking about it with anyone, even Alex. It was too personal, and it made her flustered just to talk about with a potential partner.
Lena hooked a finger under Kara's chin and lifted her head, forcing the reporter to look her in the eye. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," she said in a gentle voice. "We can take things slow," she assured and cracked a grin soon after. "But need I remind you that you're the one who carried me to your bed?"
"I got swept up in the moment," Kara said with a laugh. "But slow sounds good." She leaned over and kissed Lena sweetly on the cheek, then added, "But would you spend the night anyway?" She smiled sheepishly, her blush returning. "I love waking up next to you."
Lena felt her heart melt like ice. "You're the cutest fucking thing ever," she said, grinning so widely her face actually hurt. "Of course I will."
"Good," Kara said, leaning a little closer. "Because I'm not done kissing you yet."
Lena quirked an eyebrow. "Prove it."
After making out and tumbling around on the bed for a bit Lena finally had to be the one to pull away, because even though Kara seemed to be in control of herself, she was dangerously close to losing control of herself. They returned to the living room, straightening clothes and smoothing out hair as they went. Settling onto the couch, they turned on Netflix, and upon finding out Lena had never seen Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Kara insisted that was what they needed to watch.
They made it through half of the first season before Lena began to yawn loudly as her head drooped lazily onto Kara's shoulder. Kara turned off the TV, smiling down at the sleepy woman beside her, and announced it seemed as though it was time for bed. It wasn't even ten yet, but Lena was wiped. She'd been up early for her flight, and the board meeting had taken a lot out of her. Not to mention the headache she'd had earlier—she always felt tired, almost hungover after a headache.
Kara let Lena shower first, offering her a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms to sleep in. After her shower Lena slipped into the clothes, loving the warmth and comfort brought on by the softness of the fabric and the scent of Kara that surrounded her.
The blonde tucked her into bed, kissing her quickly atop the head before heading into the bathroom herself. Lena let herself relax into the mattress, amazed at how comfortable she felt. The lamp on Kara's bedside table filled the room with a soft, warm glow, and the sounds of the shower running reminded her of rainfall. She fought against her eyelids, but eventually they won, and she fell into a peaceful slumber.
When Kara emerged from the shower she smiled upon seeing Lena sound asleep in her bed. The sight caused her heart to sing, and after setting the alarm and turning off the lamp she crawled into bed with the object of her affection. As the bed dipped under her weight Lena rolled over, scooting closer to the warmth that radiated from the woman next to her. Kara's smile only brightened as Lena nestled into her side, and she draped an arm around Lena as she placed a small kiss to the crown of her head.
She lay awake for a while, just listening to the sound of Lena breathing as she slept in her arms. She knew she should sleep, but it was hard for her to calm herself enough to do so. She was still too excited, a happiness seeping through her body and energizing every cell.
Kara must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she knew her alarm clock was ringing incessantly on the nightstand. She reached out and turned it off, slowly opening her eyes to stare tiredly at the ceiling. Beside her, Lena shifted as she woke, lifting her head from Kara's chest and smiling upon realizing where she was and who she was lying atop.
"Good morning," Kara said, lifting a hand to rake her fingers through Lena's hair. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby," Lena said happily, letting her head drop to Kara's chest again. "Sorry if I bothered you by being practically on top of you," she muttered shyly as she traced patterns on Kara's stomach absentmindedly with her fingertips. "But in my defense, you're so comfortable."
"I didn't mind," Kara said, giggling as Lena sat up and smiled down at her. "You're pretty comfy yourself." She grinned cheekily as Lena's face reddened a tiny bit. She sat up as well, leaning over to kiss Lena on the forehead before climbing out of bed to head into the bathroom.
Lena followed her in, and Kara offered her a new toothbrush from the pack she'd bought in bulk—she had to because she sometimes scrubbed too forcefully and usually ruined her toothbrushes within about a week's time. When they'd finished Kara immediately took Lena's face in her hands and brought their lips together for a short, sweet kiss. Lena beamed up at her, surprised by the action but definitely not mad about it.
Kara had been wanting to do that since the moment they woke up, but this was the beginning of the relationship. She didn't want to subject Lena to her morning breath just yet. She wanted all of their kisses to be fresh, completely enjoyable, and perfect.
Lena started a pot of coffee while Kara began making pancakes for breakfast. Lena was amazed at how many the blonde made, but she knew the majority of them would go to the chef. She was still amazed with how much Kara ate without gaining a pound. Before it perplexed her, but now she just knew it was her alien makeup and accelerated metabolism.
They ate in silence, Lena being right about Kara eating the majority of the food. She only had two pancakes herself, while Kara's plate was stacked high and swimming in syrup. After breakfast they cleaned the kitchen, and Kara was uncharacteristically quiet after ingesting large amounts of sugar and finishing her coffee. Usually she would be practically bouncing off the walls by now. As she put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher Lena watched her, wondering how the reporter's mood had changed from giddy when they woke up to dark and stormy over breakfast.
"Kara, is everything alright?" she asked, voice full of concern as she placed a comforting hand on the other woman's back.
Kara looked up to her, a miniscule smile tugging at her lips. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?" Lena questioned, rubbing Kara's back in soothing circles.
"Know when something's bothering me," Kara clarified. "It's like you have a sixth sense or something."
"Call it my super power," Lena said, grinning slightly. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
Kara shook her head quickly. "There's no time to explain," she said in a somewhat frustrated voice. "We need to get you back to your apartment so you can change if either of us wants to be on time for work."
"Last time I checked, I'm my own boss, so I can do whatever the hell I want," Lena said with a smirk and raised eyebrows. "Come to think of it, I'm your boss, too. So if I excuse you from being late, who's going to question me?"
"Snapper, for one."
"Snapper Carr can shove his complaints right up his ass if he knows what's good for him," Lena said ferociously. She'd only met the man once or twice, but his rudeness and crass nature put her off. And she'd heard many horror stories from Kara about how awfully he could treat people, especially her favorite Kryptonian. "You let me handle that little pimple of a man," Lena said, taking Kara by the hand and leading her over to the couch. She put her hands on the blonde's shoulders and forced her to sit, taking a seat beside her. She took Kara's hand in her own once more and looked to her expectantly. "Now, tell me."
Kara sighed as she tried to think of where to begin. There was so much she needed to tell her, as so much had happened since she'd last seen the CEO just two mornings ago.
"Alex, Winn, and I have been looking into Lucas Dunleavy at the DEO," she settled on, causing Lena to stiffen at the mention of the slime ball that seemed to enjoy showing up in her life. "But we haven't been able to find much."
"What do you mean?" Lena said, shifting uncomfortably because she suddenly felt anxious. She hadn't been able to get the man off her mind for the most part throughout her whole trip to Metropolis. After her lunch with Jess she ran a few errands in the city, and the entire time she was constantly looking over her shoulder, feeling as if she was being watched. It made her skin crawl, and she kept thinking she saw him for a split second—only to glance back and realize she was mistaking a complete stranger for Lucas. She knew it was probably just her paranoia, but she couldn't shake him from her mind for the rest of the trip. It wasn't until she saw Kara from the jet window that she was finally able to push him from her thoughts.
"I mean he's practically untraceable," Kara said, huffing in frustration. "He has no credit cards, no bank accounts, no paper trail of any kind. No social media, no friends or family we could find, and no place of employment. All we know about his current status is that he has an apartment in Metropolis."
Lena's face turned white at this, her stomach knotting unpleasantly. So maybe she hadn't been paranoid during her trip. Maybe he had been watching her, after all. But how would he know she was there? Unless he was keeping tabs on her.
"What about his past?" Lena asked, her voice sounding strained.
"He didn't exactly have the best school history," Kara said. "He fought a lot in school, and even got kicked out of one. Then he was sent to military school, which we found odd."
"Why would that be odd?" Lena asked, pausing to clear her throat. She shook her head as she continued, "Many of my father's friends sent their children to Military prep schools."
"And if Lucas Dunleavy had rich parents like them, maybe it wouldn't be weird," Kara said. "But he's an orphan."
Lena blinked slowly, taken aback. "An orphan?"
"His mom died when he was a toddler," Kara said, nodding slowly. "And from what we can tell he didn't have a father, none that his mother thought important enough to be in his life, anyway."
Lena sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She could feel another headache bubbling beneath the surface, but she willed it to go away. This was not how she wanted to start her day.
"So how does an orphan afford military school?" she asked, failing to see how any of this made sense. She'd never been to military school, but she knew it wasn't cheap.
"We asked the same question. Apparently, the organization that handled his adoption paid for it," Kara explained, her gaze unflinching as she went on, "Metropolis United Charities."
"Never heard of it," Lena said, frowning.
"You should have, though," Kara said, now frowning too. "You own it."
"I'm sorry, what?" Lena asked, sure she'd misheard the blonde. How could she own a charity she didn't even know existed?
"It was founded by LuthorCorp," Kara said slowly, watching as realization dawned on Lena.
The brunette's jaw fell open in shock, her eyes widening. "Oh," she said meekly, feeling stupid for not knowing about an organization that was supposedly under her control.
"That's not all," Kara continued, and Lena braced herself for what was to come next. "As far as we know, Metropolis United Charities isn't even a real organization. It appears it was created with the sole purpose of handling… unique adoptions."
"Meaning?" Lena looked at her questioningly.
"The only other adoptions we know of them handling besides Dunleavy's are my cousin's," she said, taking a deep breath before going on, "and mine."
Lena pondered this for a moment, chewing her bottom lip as she mulled over the possibilities. "So, what, is he Kryptonian, too?"
"We don't know," Kara said with a small shrug. "His birth certificate says he was born in Metropolis, but Clark's says he was born in Smallville, and mine says Midvale. Documents like that are easy to forge if you really want to." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Apparently Clark knows more about the whole situation. He's coming in today to help us with our investigation. In the meantime, can you look into Metropolis United when you get to L-Corp? We can't get into the files because they're sealed. Maybe you can get in without having to break the encryption."
"Of course," Lena said quickly. "It may take some digging, but I'll see what I can find."
"Great," Kara said with a nod. "Can you come to the DEO after work with what you find?"
"I don't know if I'll find anything today. It may take a while," Lena said uncertainly. "My father was good at keeping secrets. If he didn't want anyone knowing about what he was doing with this 'charity' then it's likely it'll be near impossible to find. But I can try."
"It's worth a shot," Kara said. "Either way, come to the DEO tonight. Maybe Clark will know something that can help with your search." She cracked a grin despite the situation. "Besides, it'll give me a chance to see you again."
Lena beamed at this. "Okay," she agreed quickly, then added, "Maybe we could go to dinner after?"
"Like a date?" Kara asked hopefully, perking up the idea.
"Not like a date. A real date." She squeezed Kara's fingers and gazed at the woman softly. "Will you go on a date with me, Kara?"
"I'd love to," Kara said in a soft, sweet voice. Her heart leapt for joy in her chest, and even though she knew it would make them even later than they were already going to be, she leaned forward and captured Lena's lips with her own.
Hopefully that sickeningly sweet chapter makes up for me leaving you on a cliffhanger in the last one.
Until next time,
DF