Who kissed who first? Can you tell us the story of how it happened? Waits patiently with chin hands and dreamy eyes :)

This was supposed to be a short headcanon and then well one thing led to another. (still short but longer than intended)

It's inarguably the best first date she's ever been on.

She'd taken Kara to a fancy (but not too fancy) Thai fusion restaurant for dinner. She had restrained herself from renting out the whole place and instead secured a large corner booth. She had watched adoringly as Kara shoveled down three bowls of curry, laughed at her stories of Snapper Carr's antics. In turn Kara had listened to her ridiculous stories or board members and stock holders.

Kara's eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed.

They had ended up staying long after the plates and bowls were cleared, the conversation turning personal but still staying light.

It was nice.

To sit and talk to someone and not worry about them judging her because of her family.

To have a friend.

To have a hot friend.

Who was willing to go on a date with her.

Who held hands with her on top of the table while playing footsie underneath.

Who insisted on walking her to her door.

"I had a great time tonight." Kara whispers in the hall - it isn't necessary - she's the only apartment on the top floor; but she likes it. Likes that it doesn't break the bubble of happiness surrounding them. Kara's hand is still locked in hers from the elevator ride and she squeezes it gently.

"Me too. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard." She smiles, watching the way the light flickers on Kara's hair.

"Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"I'd love that."

"Yeah?" Kara sounds surprised.

"I don't close down restaurants with all my dates."

Kara grins at that and twists their fingers.

"How do you feel about parks?"

"Love them!"

"This Saturday then? We can eat brunch first and then there's a concert at the park downtown."

"Sounds perfect."

Kara's face lights up and then dims slightly.

"I should go, it's getting late."

There's a moment of hesitation, and she feels the weightiness of it.

The way the potential lingers between them.

Before she can over think it, she pulls Kara in for a hug.

They're friends, right?

Friends that just went on a date.

A hug seems appropriate.

Kara's arms are tight around her and she relaxes into them. She's warm and soft and she smells like honeysuckle; Lena's heart beats faster at their proximity.

"Good night." She whispers.

"Good night."

A long moment passes before they pull apart and their eyes lock, her eyes drift to the other woman's lips, the bottom one snagged between her teeth.

Her heart pounds in her chest.

In flash of movement, Kara surges forward, pressing their lips together. Her brain is suddenly incapable of coherent thought as Kara's mouth moves against hers, soft and searching.

Kara tastes like sunshine and flowers and all of the wonderful things in the world. She feels lightheaded with the thrill of it all

Entirely too soon, it's over; and Kara is leaning back, her thumb coming up to trace the edge of Lena's lips where no doubt her lipstick is smudged.

"Good night, Lena." Kara repeats softly, and Lena has to force herself to turn away and unlock the door.

"Good night, Kara."

She slips inside, listening for the soft click of Kara's shoes down the hall before she sags back against the door frame.

She waits until she's sure Kara has left the building before she picks up one of the throw pillows off the couch and squeals into it.

Kara Danvers is going to be the death of her.

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