Tumblr Prompt: ok but the idea that never leaves my mind about supercorp: kara casually using her super strength and lena being like damn thats hot and kara just doesn't notice and lena keeps geting turned on and im gAY
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It's one thing knowing your girlfriend is Supergirl, and another seeing your pastel colored cardigan wearing, sugar sweet, donut loving, doesn't look like she would hurt a fly - girlfriend lifting a couch over her head like it weighed two pounds.
"Do you see it?"
Oh she see's it alright, the way Kara's biceps threaten to break through the sweater she's wearing.
But somehow she doesn't think that's what Kara is talking about.
"What?"
"The pen, do you see it?"
Oh right, Kara dropped her pen and it rolled under the couch.
Which totally explains why she's now holding said couch over her head. Because when Lena loses something under there, that's her first reaction too.
She tears her eyes away from the gun show and scans the floor.
"Here it is!" She crouches down to snatch it up, and she definitely doesn't linger to appreciate the way Kara looks like a goddess - all lean form and muscles.
"Thanks!" Kara squats to lower the couch back down and Lena coughs to cover up the whine that rises in the back of her throat.
This girl was going to be the death of her.
Grocery shopping was never really fun when you lived on the top floor of high rise.
She supposed she should be grateful that it wasn't a walk up and her biggest complaint was the long elevator ride - still not fun, but it could be worse. Having a super hero girlfriend meant buying a ridiculous amount of groceries.
But it also meant that said super hero girlfriend could carry the groceries for her, and that almost makes it worth it.
And of course Kara insists on carrying all of the groceries by herself in one trip.
Not that Lena is complaining.
She opens the door and waits for Kara to pass her, and no, she's most certainly NOT admiring the way Kara's ass looks in those skinny navy blue dress pants.
The elevator is already at the bottom and they step in, Kara chattering away about the way James had dressed down Snapper at the morning meeting. It's an interesting story, but not as interesting as the way that Kara's forearms flex - visible beneath the crease of her rolled up sleeves. Her button up is tucked in smartly to her pants, the brown belt giving a nice contrast between the different shades of blue.
She thinks about Kara's forearms flexing while involved in other, more scandalous activities and her brain takes a sharp turn downwards.
"Are you even listening?" Kara pouts "Or are you just checking me out?"
Lena feels instantly shamed.
"I'm sorry - I just- your muscles were distracting me. But I was paying attention, I swear! Snapper was being a -"
Kara begins slowly raising the bags of groceries and lowering them again.
"What- ahem- what are you doing?"
"You know, I could carry you too, wouldn't be a problem."
Kara says it so nonchalantly, like she's reciting the weather report and Lena's breath sticks in her throat.
A soft whine escapes her and Kara's grin turns wicked.
She is in so much trouble.
"So do you ever work out? Or it all just . . . natural?" She asks a few hours later when they're lying in bed.
"Most of it's just natural, but I used to punch junk cars to let off steam, help hone my strength. That kind of hobby gets expensive though."
A siren sounds from somewhere far below and Kara tenses.
"Duty calls."
"If you hurry, you can be back before Homeland comes on."
Kara is out of bed and in her super suit before she can blink.
"Leftovers and popcorn?"
"Of course."
There's a quick kiss on her cheek and the flash of a cape and Kara is gone, the night breeze drifting in from the window she left open. Lena needs to get up and close it before another bird flies in -that was not a fun afternoon- but first, she has priorities.
"Set aside an hour from my schedule tomorrow, I need to look into buying a junkyard."
She barely has time to get her robe on before Jess texts back.
"1500-1600."
Another ding.
"Before you try to explain, I don't need to know."
That's Jess, always the picture of discretion. She makes a mental note to give the woman a raise.
Especially when she finds a stack of real estate listings for junkyards on her desk the next morning,
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