It didn't take long for Lena to write her next song, in which she intended Kara to feature on the track. Kara, on the other hand, was struggling.
Feeling as though the creative juices had run dry before even starting to flow, the blonde became increasingly frustrated with each passing day.
"Why do I have to write it myself? You said you'd help me!"
"I know," Lena said with a shrug. "But I think you should shine on this one. I know you can do it."
"I hate this!"
"Kara. Your attitude about it is what's giving you writer's block."
"I don't know how to write music!"
"Do you know how to write poetry?"
"I don't write at all!" Kara whined. "Why are you doing this to meee?"
Rolling her eyes, Lena grabbed Kara's wrist and pulled her close, making the girl fall onto her lap as the brunette sat at the dining table.
"Come here," the star sighed, wrapping her arms around Kara's torso. When she felt the girl's muscles stiffen in resistance, she scowled and scolded her, "Don't do that. Come on."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Kara didn't move, but instead simply turned her head 90 degrees and looked away.
"Kara Luthor."
Feeling a shiver electrify her spine, Kara's eyes snapped to Lena's.
"What?" she barked.
To Lena's surprise, tears were welling in her eyes.
"Hey. Hey. Don't cry, hun. It's okay. It's not that big of a deal. You don't have to do it, okay? Let's just forget about it. I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was going to bother you this much. I'm sorry."
"B-But then I c-can't take your l-last n-name," Kara stuttered, fully crying then.
"Yes, you can. Yes, you can. I'm sorry. I should never have used that as leverage. That was really fucked up, and I can see that now. I'm sorry, honey. I was just being playful, and I really wanted you to feature on the album. I shouldn't have manipulated you like that. I'm such a jerk. I'm sorry."
Even Lena's eyes were filling with tears, prompted by the guilt she was suddenly feeling.
"I c-can really s-still take you n-name?"
When Lena nodded and said, "Of course you can," Kara let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey… Let's drop this and talk about something else, okay?" the brunette suggested gently, wiping the tears from her partner's cheeks with her thumbs. "You know… We should probably start talking about wedding planning, huh?"
This earned a slight, sniffling smile from Kara, who wiped her nose on the sleeve of her unbuttoned buffalo plaid flannel shirt. The blonde nodded slowly and hugged the celebrity tightly, resting her head on the girl's shoulder. As Lena rubbed her back in big, slow circles, Kara's breathing slowed, and she was able to calm down.
"So… When exactly do you want to get married?" the younger girl asked softly.
Lena paused for a moment, considering her reply before asking, "When do I want to get married? Or when should we?"
"Lena…"
"You asked," the brunette said with a pout. "I want to get married… well… now."
"We can't, hun. Our schedules are so crazy, and we're both filming, and we can't really take time off right now."
"When does your show wrap for the season?"
Lifting her head, Kara checked her mental databanks for the answer, then replied, "I think we've got another four weeks."
"Kara," Lena laughed. "It takes a while to plan a wedding… It's not like we could do it four weeks. And if we really wanted to make it work sooner rather than later, we could just agree not to take jobs for a little bit…"
Kara searched her partner's face, tilting her head slightly in confusion. Was Lena really offering to take a break from work?
"How long does it take to plan? I don't really know anything about it…"
"Well, it kind of depends on how big the wedding is. Most people plan about a year out, give or take."
"Well, then what do you mean you want to get married now?" Kara laughed. "That's not—"
"We could," Lena cut in. "We could elope…"
"Whoa. Lena. No. My mom would kill me."
"Maybe…" Lena started, then sucked in a large breath. "Maybe I already ran it by her…"
"You what?!" Kara gaped. "You did not talk to my mother about our wedding before me!"
"Actually… She asked me what our plans were."
"And you told her we were eloping?!" the blonde exclaimed.
"No!" Lena cried. "I just said we didn't know. She asked when. I told her I'm ready now and would prefer sooner rather than later, but that I understand it takes a while to plan and stuff with families involved, so…"
"Okay…" Kara said, slowing her breathing as much as possible. "Then what?"
"Then I laughed and made a joke about eloping. Just joking. And she said it would be okay if we didn't invite the whole family. She said that if she and Alex were there - and if that was okay with you - that it would be okay with her."
"What? She said I don't have to invite anyone else?! None of the family?" When Lena nodded, Kara continued, "What about your family?"
"What family?" Lena laughed. "The only person who would care to be there is my mother. And despite her likely desire to invite the entire universe, for a huge show and an undoubtedly massive publicity stunt, I think she'd be okay with it… as long as we gave some pictures to the press."
"What?!"
"Listen, Kar, someone's gonna see it. Paparazzi are everywhere. They catch everything. You know that. We wouldn't be able to keep it secret."
"Fair enough," the blonde huffed, leaning on her partner as she kept her arms around her torso. "So… If you just want your mom there, and all I need is my mom and Alex… Where, then?"
"So glad you asked," Lena said, beaming and straightening with excitement in her chair. "Since you're considering it… What about Saint Tropez?"
Kara's mouth fell open as she blurted, "Are you serious?"
"You loved it there. What better place than on the beaches of the beautiful city that was the destination of our first vacation together?"
"My mom could never afford—"
"Oh, my God, stop."
"What?"
"You and I both know we're not going to make her pay for that trip. Or Alex."
"Oh."
"We both can afford to bring them now."
"I guess you're right," Kara noted thoughtfully. "I frequently forget I have money now."
"I know…" Lena said softly. "It's a good thing, though. It means you don't spend your money on stupid shit."
"True," the blonde chuckled, kissing Lena's cheek. "So, uh… Are we… um… really doing this?"
With a shrug, the older girl replied, "If you want to, I'm ready, Kara. I've been ready." When she saw her partner's smile grow, Lena kissed her lips slowly then said, "I think two months should give us enough time to plan if we're only having three guests."
"Really?"
"Yeah. No new jobs until after the honeymoon, agreed?"
"Agreed."
"You're gonna marry me!" Lena cried excitedly, clapping her hands with a grin.
"Of course I am, idiot!" Kara countered, rolling her eyes. "How could I not?"
"No, but it's happening! Like, soon!"
The blonde laughed, kissing Lena's lips, and replied, "Yep. Real soon."
Lena spent several moments staring deeply into her partner's eyes until finally, her hands slid up and down Kara's sides a few times, slowly thumbing the skin beneath the hem of the younger girl's shirt when she reached the waistband of her jeans.
"I'm excited," Lena said softly, not breaking the gaze.
"Yeah, I can tell," the blonde giggled.
"No… Really excited."
Kara raised an eyebrow when Lena hooked her fingers into the waistband of her jeans.
"Lena—"
"I need to fuck you." When Kara's eyes simply went wide with surprise, Lena kissed her hard, causing her to whimper, and whispered, "Now. I need you now."
Kara nodded vigorously and nearly jumped off the star's lap, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the bedroom.
When the two were done with their lovemaking, they wiggled close to each other, bodies entangled, and smiled at each other as they shared a loving gaze.
"I think I know what to write now," Kara said softly, almost in a whisper.
"Oh?" Lena asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
Kara nodded with a smirk and told her, "But you can't see it 'til after the wedding."
Mouth falling open to protest, Lena caught herself and changed the gears in her head in order to concede, "Okay, honey. Whatever you want."
As Kara kissed her firmly on the mouth, Lena felt a shiver of excitement tingle through every nerve ending in her body.