Part XIII: The House of L
"Sawyer," Vorona greeted lazily on her Blutooth as she went to the kitchen to notify the Chef of Luthor and Danvers' orders.
"Vorona! How's National City treating you?" the detective asked with genuine enthusiasm.
"Not too bad. Luthor is here. With a friend," Vorona replied.
"Lena? Really? Is her friend blonde and kind of puppy-like?"
"She is Danvers, yes." Vorona decided to get to the point. "Did you tell her about the room?"
Sawyer laughed, "Nope. But I'm not surprised she found out about it. She is a Luthor. The best Luthor."
Vorona tilted her head in thought. "The girl, Danvers, do you know what she is?" Vorona's voice was softer now.
Maggie's breath was the only thing Vorona could make out for a couple moments. "Yeah. And now you know you're not totally alone." Maggie's voice was tender. The big sister role came so naturally to her. Vorona certainly wasn't complaining.
"Technically, Samantha Reign is more like me, but it is nice to know normal Kryptonian too." Vorona supplied. There was a suggestion of confusion in Maggie's lack of response. "You did not know this?"
Maggie's voice came through in a squeak, "She's a Worldkiller like you?"
Vorona shrugged, helping one of the older waitresses with a heavy plate load. "Not a danger anymore. I helped her like you helped me. Her daughter helped too." Maggie made a sort of choking sound on the other end of the line. So many bombshells, so little time.
"Well, if you vouch for her…" Maggie trailed off uncharacteristically anti-climactic after such a revelation about Wayne Enterprises one-time CEO.
"Sawyer….you good?" Vorona asked in an equally uncharacteristic moment of human concern.
"She just brought it up out of nowhere today…Alex wants kids…" Maggie confessed in horror.
Vorona cocked her head. "And this is problem? You're both beautiful. You'd make excellent and beautiful children together." Vorona wondered what Maggie's hang-up was.
"That's not…I can't…I, I, I don't know if we can get married anymore?" Maggie whimpered. Vorona was actively concerned. Maggie was many things, but never weak. Something was very wrong.
Vorona made up her mind then and there to help her greatest friend on Earth, "Tell me about this problem with children you have…"
The food was exemplary, as Lena hoped it would be. It was a testament to her nerves that she ordered the same thing Maggie ordered. Today was simply not a day for kale. Kara may have noticed the odd shake up in Lena's diet, but she was frankly too occupied stuffing her face (with much nervousness) with several orders of Gyoza.
Once they had finished, Lena before Kara despite the sheer magnitude of Kara's order, Lena used the tablet imbedded in the table to summon Vorona to clear away their food.
The gangly blonde swiftly entered the room and stacked all the dishes up. Lena noticed that the sheer weight of all the plates would be far too much for even a burly waiter…Kara didn't hold back on those Gyoza. Vorona turned back to them when she was at the door, "Would either you like to have sweet treat?"
Kara looked at Lena and Lena shrugged. No matter what happened between them, Lena didn't have the heart to deny the kicked puppy lood Kara had in her eyes insofar as missing dessert was concerned. "Yes, but perhaps a little later," Lena said diplomatically.
Vorona shrugged, lightly jostling the plates stacked well above her head. The door opened on some unseen command and Vorona was out of the room and the two of them were finally alone.
"Is she…?" Lena wondered aloud.
"Alien?" Kara finished hesitantly. Lena nodded. Kara shrugged and remembered Vorona's earlier remark about 'our kind', and decided the woman wasn't even trying to be subtle about her powers.
"Yeah, I think she is." Kara responded. They sat ins ilence for a while. Kara was hugging herself, her hands clasped opposite elbows, trying to make herself more comfortable. Lena's hands twitched at her side, wanting more than anything to make the blonde goddess before her know beyond the shadow of doubt that she was loved.
"So..." Kara tried to start. She sucked in a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry Kara." "I'm so sorry Lena."
They spoke at the same time. The both had tears in their eyes. Kara hiccupped/half sobbed a laugh. despite her tears, the short bust of laughter came from a genuine place of joy.
"Lena, I–," Lena cut Kara off with a painful shake of her head.
"Kara, don't. I, I don't need you to apologize…not to me." Lena breathed out. Her lovely verdant eyes swimming in tears, "I proved them all right. Alex, James, Kal, James…hell, even Eliza. I…I did what I promised you, promised me, promised EVERYONE that I would never do. They were all right about me, and I, I…," She took a ragged breath.
"I hurt you, Kara. And I'm, I'm, I'm, so scared I'll never get the chance to make it up to you." Lena's tears fell. Her chest heaved with sorrow. "I don't care how long it takes, I –,"
Kara literally flew over the table and latched onto Lena before she could go any further. "I already forgive you. I…I hurt you so bad Lena. I took your trust in me, both of me, and I dragged it through the mud. No reason can justify how I treated you," Kara spoke into Lena's ravenette locks.
Lena reflexively considered denying Kara's words, but she realised that Kara was right. "Yeah. You did."
Lena pulled slightly away from Kara, realizing the woman was basically on her lap. Both of their faces were flushed. Kara's blue/green eyes were awash with tears. The Kryptonian began to pull away, in shame.
Lena's hand gently caught the back of Kara's neck. Her voice was a little shaky, but that was because her breathing was still uneven. Her tone banished all doubt from Kara's mind. "Supergirl, Kara,…you are my hero in a cardigan and glasses. If you want to know the truth, you've saved my life nearly as often wearing your glasses as you have wearing your blue and crest. You are still my hero, and you always will be. I forgive your lies. I want you back…I, I need you…" her voice grew small and unsure towards the end. "If you'll have me…I don't think I could…are you disappointed in me?" Lena's broken whisper escaped as her eyes closed fearing the worst thing she could imagine since…no, it would be so much worse than Lex. I love her so much, I don't know what to do…
Kara started sobbing. She skipped right over the deluge of tears and went right to the shaking and hard breathing. "Oh Lena," She thought of what to say. The most powerful woman, no, person Kara knew bar none, was an emotional wreck because she thought Kara wouldn't forgive her?
Another conversation popped up into Kara's head. A different woman Kara loved saying, "I don't know what I'd do if you were disappointed in me…"
Something in Kara's head clicked. In a mix of terror, friendship, shame, arousal, guilt, and home…Kara Zor El crashed her lips against Lena Luthor's.
Lena and Kara's first kiss wasn't elegant or cute. It was desperate and scared, and hurting, but also tentative and hopeful.
Their running tears, running noses, and sprinting tongues all mashed together.
And Lena's hand tightened, lost amid Kara's mane, her shock lasted a very short while. She knew that if Kara would have her, Lena would never let her beloved Kryptonian out of her heart, and or of her arms.
Kara was Lena's, and Lena was Kara's.
Some time later, they untangled themselves from each other. Kara opened her mouth to say something, and Lena, still dazed from their mutual confirmation of romantic feelings, said, "If you're about to ask about dessert I swear to god…"
Kara, who was equally dazed, couldn't help but pout a little. Lena laughed and laughed. Kara rolled her eyes dramatically, "It's not even like that though!" she said while giggling.
Kara seemed to be thinking something over, but it didn't take her long to reach an internal answer. "How about no more secrets between us? I know that sounds horribly naïve or cliché, but I can't lose you again." Her voice went from joking to somber in a heartbeat. "I didn't tell you I was an alien or that I was Supergirl because you liked me for, well, me. I got to be myself with you, even though I was lying. You didn't look at me like I was someone who could break your bones if I got too ecstatic or angry. Because that has happened to people I love before. Even Alex gives me a fearful look every once in a while. And I deserve it."
Lena cupped Kara's face at this latest admission. "Would you hurt me on purpose? Physically?"
"Fuck no." Kara almost growled.
Lena didn't even bat her eye at the expletive. "Then why would I look at you differently. The only reason I see to fear you is what you did to me emotionally. It's a kind of hurt that you'd be equally capable of were you as human as I am."
Lena took a steading breath before pushing forward, "And you just confessed a really deep part of your personality whether you realised it or not, in service of never hurting me with secrets again. I don't think we're perfectly back to normal." Lena gave herself and Kara a brief look up and down.
"Hell, I think normal flew out the window a long time ago actually. And we both have issues with each other's behaviour that one talk will not fix, for either of us…even if that this talk culminated in rawest moment of passion in my life," Lena finished with something that sounded like a purr.
"You're right," Kara agreed. Her hands were on her lap, twisting and seemingly trying to escape each other. "Lena?"
She asked the question with some seriousness. "Yes, Kara?"
"Can I be your girlfriend?" Kara damn near mumbled.
Lena was not expecting that. Despite the evidence of their mutual affection, no, adoration for each other colouring both of their faces scarlett, Lena was still surprised.
"Um, only if I can be yours," was Lena's super-eloquently delivered reply.
Kara's smile lit up the room. In fact, she was levitating. Lena gently put a hand on her knee and Kara settled back down next to Lena.
Lena looked at the girl in front of her, and her eyes started to watter with a different set of tears than before. "Lena?" Kara asked in mild panic. "What is it, are you alright? Did I mess up already? Lena?"
Lena started laughing through her tears as she pulled Kara in for a much more tame, but equally meaningful lip lock.
After they softly broke apart, saliva linking their tongues, Lena deigned to speak her mind, as if it was an epiphany, "You just make me so fucking happy."
Kara smiled and hugged her new girlfriend. They rocked gently back and forth on their knees, not even feeling the strain on their muscles.
The two women didn't release each other until Vorona entered minutes later with two chocolate soufflés with vanilla gelato on the side.
"Good. You two get your shit together," Vorona intoned with an eyeroll. The two girlfriends both blushed.
"Now you get your hearts in the right place, I want you do me a favour." Vorona asked with what Lena and Kara suspected was genuine concern.
Lena looked at Kara, who shrugged 'why not?', and replied, "What do you need assistance with, Vorona?"
Vorona looked between the two of them, exercising her Kryptonian senses to confirm a few hormone levels as a way of doubly confirming what the pair in front of her felt for each other was mutual. It was. They would make excellent assets to help Maggie in her crisis. They were the Detective's friends as well, and Danvers in particular would be able to speak with her sister in a way Maggie Sawyer couldn't.
Without a deep breath, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, Vorona announced, "I need your help. Sawyer and Elder Danvers may be about to make a love-ending mistake."
Author's Note: Hello lovely readers!
I can't impress unto you all how much it means that so many of you left such positive feedback on this story. I hint at going in a certain direction at the end of this story. Would you be excited/mildly interested to read it?
Let me know what you thought about this story, this chapter, and whether or not you want a sequel saving Sanvers. (even though i think Sam and Alex are getting kinda cute...not gonna lie)
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