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As we walked out, I could sense Lena's conflict. She wasn't the type of person to quit working before she solved the problem. Instead, she would push through until she reached her goal, nearly killing herself in the process. I had seen her work herself into the ground, not coming out of the laboratory for days just to avoid losing focus. It was those times that I worried about her most because in those moments, Lena was her own worst enemy. She would deprive herself of food, water, sleep . . . And although Lena scientifically knew that depriving herself of sleep and fuel would lead to poorer cognitive function, she didn't care. I might have been Supergirl, but Lena held herself to a perfectionist standard as if she was a robot completely devoid of need.
"Hey," I started, slipping my hand under Lena's arm and guiding us to the side of the building so we were out of the way of traffic. I turned myself to face her, her back towards the brick wall. "Why don't you spend a few nights at my place until this is all done? That way I can make sure you eat and…" I trailed off, her eyes catching mine.
"You think you're going to be able to handle me – work obsessed, stressed, worried?"
I chuckled, bringing her knuckles up to my lips to give them a tender kiss. "How does this differ from any other day?" I questioned with a giggle and a wide smile.
Lena flashed a pearly grin at me – a real, authentic smile. It was likely the first smile she had worn since that morning.
"I'll get you all your favorite food…" I persuaded, walking my fingers up her left side. "And we can even watch Lucifer, if you want," I chuckled with a roll of my eyes.
"Really?" she quirked an eyebrow, her facial expressions turning slightly excited.
I nodded my head slowly.
Just then, a bicyclist zoomed past, almost clipping us in the process. Instinctively I covered Lena's body with my own, pressing her up against the sturdy and dusty brick of the building. My hands were placed protectively on either side of her, shielding her from whatever harm may come her way. Our eyes locked, our faces only barely a hair's breadth apart. Lena's heart began to race almost immediately, mirroring mine. I could tell from the look in her eyes, her change in heart rate had little to do with the cyclist and much more to do with our sudden change in positioning. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, despite the cooler breeze of the early-autumn air; she trembled ever so lightly against me. I felt every slight spasm of her muscle. All I could envision was shifting one hand to her jaw and lifting her lips up to meet mine.
"Okay," Lena broke the silence, her voice barely audible. I snapped out of my trance the moment I heard her voice. "You talked me into it," she relented breathlessly, her eyes darting down to my lips and back up.
It took me a second to realize what she was conceding to; I was so lost in my own thoughts, in my own dreams, in my own fantasy about the woman against me that I had momentarily escaped reality. When it dawned on me, I nodded with a smug grin. I loved getting my way, and loved it even more when I got my way with her. Lena could be so stubborn sometimes and getting her to concede, to relent, was a true feat.
I didn't want to move away from her, but as the 'threat' had passed, there was no logical reason for me to continue being pressed up against the raven-haired woman. With an internal, reluctant sigh, I stepped back, letting her have some room, but kept my left hand loosely on her hip. "Why don't I fly us back to your place, get you some clothes and your other things, and then we can just bring your car back to mine?"
"I have a driver, Kara. He can take us wherever we need to be," Lena reasoned, shifting her weight towards me so my hand cupped her hip a little more firmly. Butterflies exploded in my belly. Did she do that on purpose? She must have.
I steadied myself, adjusting my glasses. "I know, but it's getting late and –"
"And?" Lena was legitimately confused at my reservations.
"It's just weird, Lena," I giggled.
"Weird?" She questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"Yea… weird," I implored.
"Uh huh," she bit her lip with a smirk. "My penthouse is approximately 20 miles away. You just want to carry me for twenty miles?"
"Twenty miles really isn't that far…" I insisted. And yes, I most certainly would have been fine to carry her for twenty miles. I took whatever opportunity I could to be close to her… to touch her. Carrying her in my arms…well that would have put us very close to one another.
"And how do you propose explaining to the tabloids or the news that 'Supergirl was seen carrying Lena Luthor to her penthouse, but not seen exiting?'" she questioned with a glint in her eye.
"Well, I…"
Lena nodded knowingly, locking her eyes with me.
"Okay… okay… let's compromise," I offered.
"I'm listening."
"We can call your driver to take us there and then use the car for the return trip," I began. "And if you don't want to drive, I'll drive!"
"Oh no…." she said a bit too loudly, starting to shake her head.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
Lena shook her head and puckered her red-tinted lips.
"You are not driving."
"Why not? I'm a great driver!" I defended.
Lena cocked her head and raised an eyebrow at me. "It's cute you think that."
I gave her my best pout.
"You're adorable. You're still not driving," she whispered with a laugh before taking out her phone and calling for her driver, who said he'd be there to pick us up 'right away'.
"I'm going to call Sam while we wait, okay?" Lena asked, already dialing Sam's number.
I nodded, leaning back against the brick of the building, admiring Lena and how her posture and full-fledged demeanor changed the moment she started talking business. She stood just a little taller and squared her shoulders. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she placed her free hand on her hip. Even though she was smiling – talking to Sam always made her smile – she was still in full 'CEO mode', and it was cute as heck.
Within minutes, the town car pulled up to the sidewalk. Lena was still on the phone, when Neil opened the back door for her. She protectively ushered me in first, and then slid in behind me, Neil shutting the door once she was seated. I watched her from a sideways glance as she expertly buckled her seatbelt with one hand, flawlessly continuing her conversation. As Neil drove us to Lena's penthouse, I sat bemused watching her talk animatedly to Sam. Lena was not one to be so animated when she spoke – she rarely talked with her hands, only using smaller gestures and always keeping a cool and collective demeanor. I found it amusing that, just by watching Lena's shift in her body language, I could tell when the conversation shifted from 'business' to 'personal'. The brunette caught my gaze once or twice, each time flashing me a loving grin before resetting her features and going back to her phone call.
I thought back to how Lena acted when we were getting in the car. I found it completely endearing that even though I was nearly indestructible, she was protective of me. From very early on in our friendship, she would do certain things, like make sure I got in the car first or wrap her arm around my waist protectively when we walked. Sometimes she'd stand in front of me like a shield if there was someone around she didn't trust. For instance, there was this shady-looking guy that often came into Noonan's. Any time he'd get a little too close to me, Lena would wedge herself between us and press herself up against me. It was endearing and it showed me just how much she valued me. While she started those actions well before I told her the truth – that I was Supergirl – she continued those actions well after she found out. Even knowing I was essentially a personified fortress, she still acted as though I was precious enough to break.
It wasn't long before she ended the call with Sam. "Sorry about that. She'll be on the first flight out in the morning."
I nodded. "Very helpful. And what about Ruby?"
"Ruby's all set and taken care of. Sam's going to make sure she has her school work brought with her and so she'll just tag along. Ruby's rather independent and – like her mom – smart as hell. Sam assumes she'll be fine self-teaching for a few days or so," Lena paused to put her phone in her pocket before twisting slightly to face me. "I'm actually going to have them stay at my place for the time being. Ruby is comfortable there and I'd rather she be around things she's comfortable with. She's been through enough as it is."
"She's a tough little girl," I noted with a nod.
"The toughest," Lena agreed. "It would be better for her to be comfortable and protected. And, at least I have reliable internet and Netflix."
I smiled widely at the brunette, admiring her concern and love for the little girl. Lena might have been very distant to most people, but when it came to kids, she'd do anything to help. And when it came to Ruby… well, she had been in Ruby's life since Ruby was a tiny little girl. Ruby was the closest thing Lena ever had to a niece and Lena was the closest thing Ruby would ever have to an aunt. They were family, and Lena would give up everything and anything for that kid.
When we reached her building, Neil opened the car door for us and let us out.
"Would you like me to wait for you, Ms. Luthor?"
"No, Neil. I'm going to take my personal car. Have a good night."
"You too, ma'am," he confirmed with a polite nod, shutting the door behind us.
Lena turned and stayed at my side as we walked through the grand doors of her building.
"Ma'am," I teased her, my voice high and sing-songy.
"Shut up, Kara," she goofed, playfully swatting me on the arm.
After having gotten to know Lena so well, sometimes it was hard for me to remember that she was a billionaire and was one of the most important people in National City… probably the world, actually. Lena had drivers, she had security… heck she even had her own plane. And sure, there were times when she showed up somewhere wearing clothes more expensive than a year's worth of my rent, but that was just what she wore, it wasn't who she was. Despite the money and the fame, Lena only had a thirst to prove herself. Around me, she wasn't "billionaire extraordinaire". She was just Lena, the woman who ate ice cream too fast and got a brain freeze… the woman who put cinnamon in her hot cocoa… the woman who, when she ate her first sloppy joe, needed a bib because it went all down her shirt. Around me, Lena let her walls down and just existed without expectations. It was an honor that Lena didn't feel like she had to pretend with me. She could just be. And so sometimes, it was hard to remember that she wasn't that person to everyone else. To other people, she was Lena Luthor, the intimidating, powerful, rich CEO of LCorp – an international enterprise with stocks and investments in just about everything.
And just a fifteen-floor elevator ride up later we finally arrived at her large penthouse suite.
"You know, flying would have been a lot easier," I reasoned, entering her large space.
"Oh yes, because that would have been completely inconspicuous, darling," she teased.
I rolled my eyes at her.
Lena's living space much resembled her office. It was crisp, white, and pristine… it almost looked unlived in. Lena had a knack for liking things 'perfect', but I often thought that was just to keep up appearances. Additionally, she was rarely ever home, so nothing got dirty. She was in my apartment more in a month than she had been in hers in probably a year. Lena let herself be a little less than perfect when she stayed with me. She wasn't messy, but she got cozy, she let her hair down, and she detangled herself from the image she was "supposed" to be. Granted, she still had several prim and proper quirks about her – like she wouldn't eat pot stickers without chopsticks and she always held a napkin under her donut, but those little things are just what made her…her. And I absolutely loved them about her.
"I'll be quick, darling. It's been a hard day for you too, just sit and relax. I'll only be a few minutes," she called out heading towards her room after grabbing a jet-black suitcase from her closet.
A hard day for me? She had been doing all the work.
"What can I do to help?" I offered immediately, following her into her room.
Lena's bedroom was positively immaculate. Her bedroom set was matching, of course. In the center of the room was her pearly-white four-post bed, bracketed by two oval-shaped nightstands, complete with silver-based lamps and an alarm clock on the left stand. Across from the bed was a large dresser – the same pearly white coloring – with a TV larger than even could ever possibly be necessary. I had spent several nights in her tempurpedic, memory foam, mold-to-your body California King mattress. Lena's bed swallowed you whole and didn't let go, but by gosh was it comfortable. Watching movies in her bed proved to be very difficult, at least if you wanted to stay awake past the opening credits. Along the walls, Lena had some strategically placed art pieces. I didn't see anything truly spectacular about them, but I was sure they cost her thousands of dollars.
My favorite part of Lena's room was her bookshelf. She had a couple bookcases out in her living room, but this one was special. It contained all the books and small odds and ends that she didn't necessarily share with the outside world. For instance, in her (private) book collection she had some of those weird romance novels – like the Harlequin books with the overly muscular man on the cover – but she also had books like Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time and the whole Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. She had a few books by Neil Gaiman like American Gods and Good Omens, as well as some urban and heroic fantasy novels like Death's Daughter by Amber Benson and The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Sometimes it was hard to imagine Lena having time to read, but I often saw a book on her nightstand next to her alarm clock. This particular week's book was Fingersmith by Sarah Walters. I couldn't remotely tell what it was about as Lena had placed it face-down and I could only barely read the title on the spine. Also along the bookshelf was a kid's drawing of her – one that Esme, Alex's adopted daughter – drew of her and some other kids crafts that I was fairly sure Ruby had created. It was the small part of Lena's entire penthouse that really highlighted who Lena was deep down.
Lena peered at me brightly, knowing that I wasn't going to let her do all the work. She tried to play it off, but she knew that I knew she was tired. I could see it all over her and no way was I not going to help… or at least offer to help.
With a light sigh, she relented, accepting my offer. "In the bathroom closet, third shelf down there is a black travel case. It has all my toiletries that I'd ever need in it. Can you grab it for me?"
"Sure," I nodded, speeding over to grab the bag and then immediately handing it to her.
"Still not used to that," she admitted with a small laugh, her hair moving freely from the wind I accidently caused zipping over to her.
"Sorry," I apologized with a small shrug of my shoulders. "What next?" I asked, like an excited child, waiting to leave.
"You're a goof," Lena remarked, her mouth turning upwards in a sideways smile. "In the second drawer on the right, I have my lounge clothes. Will you grab me a couple of shirts and some sleep shorts?"
"Of course," I replied excitedly. I really did just enjoy helping. Plus, the thought of Lena staying at my place for a few days warmed me from the inside out. Lena felt like home. I always felt more comfortable around her and to have her presence in my small apartment… well, I was most definitely looking forward to it.
"Did you just want sleep shorts or did you want some sleep pants as well?" I asked, clarifying. It was early autumn and the evening was getting cooler.
Lena hummed for a moment thinking. "Get me a couple of both. It is getting cooler, but I won't be able to sleep in pants," she answered with a small chuckle.
I glanced over at her with a smirk. "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because sleeping anywhere near you is like sleeping directly on a radiator. Pants not needed."
I turned my head downwards, looking directly at the drawer and inhaled deeply. Perhaps Lena was just tired, but the insinuation that she wouldn't be wearing pants to bed was a little too much for me. I knew she had meant she would need to wear shorts, but still… the thought… was harrowing.
Focusing stringently on my task, I stepped backwards and turned around after grabbing some items from the drawer - effectively colliding into Lena who was just behind me. Without warning and with no way to stop it, we tumbled onto her bed haphazardly. I found myself hovering over her, my hands bracketing her shoulders, the clothes I had picked out strewn about her chest and stomach, no longer folded.
My breath caught in my throat, and I could swear I saw Lena's eyes glaze over.
"I…I'm…" I croaked, unable to speak.
"Trying to get me in bed so soon?" Lena cocked an eyebrow.
My mouth went dry, a direct result of her sultry, confident tone and picking up on her physiological responses – her increased pulse…how her breath hitched and became unsteady…her body's slight rise in temperate.
I cleared my throat, pushing myself up with my hands. "Sorry… I…I didn't mean…"
I stood up, my legs shaking under me, and began to quickly grab some of the clothes off her. She sat up, a wide smile plastered across her face.
"Kara," she called, reaching out for one of my fast-moving hands. She caught it as I reached for one of her nightshirts.
I looked up at her, my eyes barely able to make eye contact.
"You're okay," she reassured, standing up and kissing me tenderly on the cheek before sliding away and resuming her previously set task.
The warmth and comfort of her voice calmed me down and helped me to recollect my thoughts. Her eyes told me she knew. Of course she knew. We both knew. We both knew where we were heading and that we were getting dangerously close to that line. We also both knew that we each welcomed it. There was just no rush. It would happen…eventually. I hoped.
I finished refolding Lena's clothes and after a few minutes, the brunette's suitcase was full. "I think I have everything," she stated, zipping the bag up.
"Here, I got it," I said, grabbing the top handle of the luggage to hold it at my side.
"Kara, I can get it," Lena countered.
"Nonsense. It's not heavy and might as well be good for something," I smiled.
Lena took a confident step towards me, closing the space between us.
"You… are good for a lot of things," Lena whispered huskily, biting her lip. My breath hitched in my throat.
Our eyes locked onto one another's intently. Lena's eyes were so mesmerizing. They were the most unique eyes I had ever seen – one green, one blue… just barely a shade difference. I highly doubted that many people would have noticed. Most would say her eyes were green, almost emerald, but that wasn't necessarily the case. The blue and green played on one another, and would dance different depending on the light. I would have been perfectly content to look into her eyes forever, trapped in the confines of her gaze.
"Just not driving," she laughed anxiously, breaking the tension.
I smiled widely, deeply inhaling to try to regulate myself and calm the bats swarming around in my stomach.
One of us really had to stop being such a chicken and step up.
They're too fucking cute.
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