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Lena doesn't even want to think about the length of time she stands chewing her lip in the closet staring at her selection of clothes not thinking about packing, at all. She's thinking about how she is going to get through five days of Kara, alone in a house by themselves. What they were likely to finally discuss. How painful it was going to be.
"I don't even know what to bring," Lena sighs. Sam chuckles as she packs a top Lena hands her.
"You're panicking," Sam points out. Lena turns with a glare.
"I don't panic."
"Says the woman who went to an all girls boarding school for most of her adolescent life," Sam smirks as she folds a dress.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Lena asks, turning fully to face Sam who grins.
"Oh come on, you have to have a sense of humour about the gay panic you have going on right now," Sam teases and Lena shakes her head narrowing her eyes and turning back to the wall of clothes.
"It's not gay panic, Sam. It's just panic. Panic about spending five days alone with Kara, who doesn't want to be with me," Lena adds, hisses quietly.
"You know, she can still hear you if she wants to," Sam says.
"I'm well aware," Lena drawls.
"And you don't know she doesn't want to be with you, she's a terrible communicator," Sam shrugs, folding a pair of sweats into the bag.
"She said she wants a divorce," Lena points out.
"Neither did you at the start," Sam argues. Lena turns slowly blinking, her mouth moving as she tries to find the words.
"It's not the same," She eventually concedes.
"How is it different?" Sam asks incredulously.
"Times change, Sam," Lena sighs before muttering, "So does love."
"Is Lena Luthor saying she's in love with her wife?" Sam asks with a raised brow and Lena purses her lips turning back to the task at hand
Downstairs, Kara lies on her back staring up at the chandelier from the couch.
"So, are you ready?" Alex asks as she swaddles Charlie on the floor nearby.
"Yeah," Kara mutters distractedly as she listens to the traffic across the city, instead of the room where Lena and Sam are talking. She's learned from eavesdropping on Alex that it's best to zone out conversations.
"Are you just saying that, but when Lena's finished you're going to panic about what to take with you?"
"No," Kara protests defiantly. "I've packed. I even went and bought winter clothes because you said and I quote, 'You don't have your sun filled cells to keep you warm in Ireland'."
"Promise me, you'll be careful," Alex stresses and Kara sits up.
"I promise," Kara looks over with a reassuring smile.
"You don't have your powers Kar," Alex repeats and Kara nods.
"I remember."
"You almost got yourself killed the last time."
"I caught a cold."
"You broke your arm."
Kara flops back down onto the couch with a wince and shrugs, "I'll be fine, Alex."
"I vetted the pilot, I've compiled a list of questions-"
"Alex, I'll be fine, I'll be with Lena," Kara reassures.
"And how many assassination attempts does she have in a year?" Alex asks with wide eyes and Kara chuckles sitting up fully as Sam and Lena descend the stairs.
"Ok, I've called your driver, your flight leaves in an hour," Sam says as Lena sets her bag down.
"You promise, you'll call me if you or Jack need anything," Lena stresses and Sam smiles wearily down at her.
"We will be fine, I am a capable human who can look after a fifteen year old and Charlie's still alive," Sam teases.
"This is Jack we are talking about," Lena deadpans and Sam chuckles hugging her tightly.
"We'll be fine."
"Have you got everything?" Alex asks as they stand looking to Kara who nods holding her bag in answer.
"Great, George is downstairs. Now, go, have fun," Sam urges as the couples exchange tight hugs of farewell.
The drive to the airport is mostly in silence. Occasionally Kara would comment on the traffic and Lena would hum in agreement as she watches the city pass by. The private jet sits waiting on the runway and Lena keeps her head down as she gets herself comfy for the eight hour flight. Kara, however, glances at the pilot with narrow eyes and questions him thoroughly until Lena heavily sighs.
"He's vetted, Kara," Lena snaps.
"I'm just checking," Kara defends as she sits across from her in the plush leather seat and buckles herself in. "The last time I was on a plane it tried to crash itself remember," Kara recalls, resulting in a narrow eyed glare from Lena.
"We're fine, Kara," Lena says, curling into herself as the pilot pulls the doors closed.
As the plane takes off, Lena glances over at Kara and watches the Kryptonian read in silence, blue eyes darting around as she shifts uncomfortably in the plush chair. There's a faint bounce and Lena tries to contain her laughter when Kara jumps.
"Kara, you can't tell me you're afraid of turbulence?" Lena asks, removing her phone from her purse.
"I'm not afraid of turbulence," Kara scoffs. "I'm afraid of this metal tube plunging 37 thousand feet and killing us."
"Is that irony?" Lena asks, raising a sculpted brow.
"More like PTSD," Kara deadpans.
Lena glances occasionally over the top of her screen over the course of the flight, becoming aware that Kara does not like being confined to a single space and struggling to focus on one thing. From reading a book, to watching a film on her phone, moving to writing articles, or sketching on a pad. Lena watches the agitation progress as the flight continues and after the fifth hour, Kara's pacing.
"Kara, please refrain from wearing a hole through the floor, we need the pressure to stay in the plane." Kara huffs at Lena's request.
"It's taking so long," Kara whines. "I could have flown us in half the time," Kara says, rolling her shoulders in frustration.
"Unfortunately, you almost died so you're stuck in this tube of mortality like the rest of us." Lena teases up at her and Kara fidgets irritably with her glasses removing them and cleaning them before slipping them back on. "How's your stomach?" Lena asks as Kara flops down opposite her.
"Hungry," Kara sighs.
"I meant your wound."
"Oh, fine, it aches a bit, but it isn't terrible," Kara answers casually as her stomach begins to grumble.
Lena smirks standing and making her way to the front of the plane. She returns with a platter of sushi and other snacks. Setting it down she laughs as Kara lets out a sigh of relief.
"Thank Rao," Kara breathes as she eats and Lena can only shake her head. Lena reclines the plush leather seat and curls comfortably in the chair and slowly, before she even realises, falls asleep.
"Lena, Lena wake up," Kara's voice fills her ears as she blinks her eyes open.
"Kara," Lena breathes as she stares into warm blue eyes.
"We're here," Kara informs nodding to the window. Lena turns staring out onto the light grey of the skyline, letting Kara pull her to her feet.
Lena isn't shocked that her car is sitting waiting for her, a valet standing hand held out with the keys.
"Thanks," Lena mutters as she hands him her bag.
"You're welcome, Mrs Danvers, enjoy your stay," He smiles warmly and Lena smiles tightly.
"Thank you," Lena mutters as her mind reels at being called Mrs Danvers. Eliza was Mrs Danvers not her. He nods to her again before loading the luggage into the Rolls Royce.
"Do you have fancy cars everywhere you go?" Kara asks as she looks over the pretentious car, looking sheepishly at Lena.
Lena shrugs with a laugh. "I didn't have this on our earth if that's what you mean," Lena states as they get into the car.
"What did you have?" Kara asks and Lena smiles softly.
"An old Land Rover Cruiser. The man that used to look after my mother's house would keep it in good condition then when I came here I could completely switch off."
"You never mentioned your mother's house before," Kara comments as Lena pulls onto the main road.
"I never got to visit since moving to National City. When James and I were together I said I'd like to go, it was voted down because it wasn't as hot or luxurious as the Caribbean or some other tropical isle," Lena admits with a humourless laugh.
"But it's important to you," Kara says, crinkle forming in indignation. "It should have mattered and been considered, not just where it's warm or serves Pina Coladas."
Lena smiles warmly over at Kara in a silent thanks as she drives down the familiar roads and Kara nods in reverence.
They drive for a long time, Kara occasionally asking Lena questions until the CEO pulls off the motorway onto single lane farm tracks. The rolling green hills give way to the rugged coastline. Kara marvels at the sea, it's different here. In Midvale the waves would softly lap at the cliff edge, here the Atlantic crashed and beat the grey stone coastline. It blended into the distant grey clouds that would occasionally give way to a small glimmer of the winter sun. Lena drives down towards the coast, through small hamlets with quaint white houses built so very close to the road. Expertly driving through the narrow country roads, barely flinching or slowing in her determination to get to their destination. Eventually, the CEO pulls off the road and down a dirt track. After a short drive through a tree lined grove, they pull up to a dry stone home. Barely distinguishable from the heavy grey cloud backdrop. Lena sighs as she parks the car turning the engine off.
"Ka-"
"This is amazing, Lena," Kara breathes and Lena gives a strained smile as Kara gets out. Kara bounces on the balls of her feet as she takes in Lena's childhood home. It's an old crofters house converted into a modern building. Lena fishes the keys from a nearby plant pot and Kara's jaw drops.
"They just leave it there?"
"There's no one around for miles," Lena states as she unlocks the large white door. Lena steps into the house and Kara watches as the raven haired woman moves to the left into a large kitchen, immediately going to inspect what sources of food they have and removing a bottle of wine from beneath a fridge set under the counter top. Kara turns and walks around the large home. It's... Well, Lena. The soft colours are a mix of stark whites and dark wood tones. The main thing Kara notices is the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rocky bay that the house overlooks. The waves of the sea lap at the shore. Kara intently watches the scenery, listening as the rolling waves relax her. She jumps slightly as Lena steps beside her, offering a glass of wine.
"It's beautiful here, Lena," Kara says quietly and Lena nods.
"I had it done when I turned nineteen, it was the only thing in Lionel's Will that Lillian had no control over," Lena explains. "I thought you could have the room at the end of the hall on the right," Lena instructs, leading Kara there. It's a room that overlooks the bay with a large patio door and windows that the sun streams through.
"This is amazing," Kara whispers as she steps in. The room is small, decorated in soft grey and whites. She steps up to the window, breath hitching at the stark beauty of the bay below.
"I'll leave you to get unpacked," Lena says as she leaves and Kara turns back to the room. They're avoiding one another. It's obvious and Kara can feel the tension rolling from Lena since they got on the plane. The silence in the house is heavy and weighted. She can hear the small movements of Lena in another room at the other end of the house. Sighing deeply, Kara steps through the patio door and into the crisp winter air. The light is slowly disappearing for the day and Kara inhales the salty air. It relaxes her, reminding her of Midvale, of being comfortable. A soft clearing of a throat makes her turn and she gives a small smile of acknowledgement at the sight of Lena bundled in a thick grey jumper.
"Thank you for agreeing to this," Kara says with a small smile trying to play peacekeeper to the situation they found themselves in.
"We didn't really have much of a choice in the matter," Lena mutters.
"I know but thank you anyway," Kara says and Lena nods stoically.
"I'm going to make pizza for dinner, I assume you're ravenous?" Kara grins with a nod and follows the CEO inside.
They make and eat dinner in peace, with low conversation around things like the weather or the fact that Kara is freezing. Kara can see how reserved Lena has been since stepping off the plane, noticing it in the way Lena stands, or the absentminded way her lips turn down in a faint grimace as she steals weary glance Kara's way.
"Lena, are you ok?" Kara asks as she finishes washing the plates. She turns to find Lena staring at her, her lips pressed into a tight line.
"I'm fine," Lena states, her voice leaving no room for argument. Not that that has ever been a deterrent for Kara.
"You just seem up-"
"I said I'm fine," Lena snaps, setting her glass down forcefully, causing Kara take a step back.
"Lena, what is going-"
"Just leave it alone, Kara," Lena states firmly.
"So, what after everything, we're going back to being at each other's throats again?" Kara asks in disbelief.
"After what?" Lena asks a heavy sigh of exasperation escapes her as she stands from the counter. "What has happened that means we have to tolerate each other? Why should we be any different to each other now than when we first woke up in this hell hole?"
"I-I thought you- You said you wanted to be friends!" Kara shouts and Lena shakes her head, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"How can we be friends, Kara? How can we be best friends after everything that's happened between us?" Lena turns walking to the end of the hallway and Kara doesn't miss the swipe of the tears before she turns.
"I'm going to bed, it's late and I don't want to discuss this now," Lean dismisses over her shoulder, barely sparing Kara a glance back.
Before Kara can respond there's a faint click of a door that Lena has retreated behind. Kara can feel the anger and confusion bubble inside her.
Kara lies in bed late that night glowering into the ceiling as she recalls their discussion at the DEO, they had agreed to be friends. But she knew that wasn't what she really wanted. It was perhaps the best she could hope for, given what had happened, but she thought they were making head way after their hopes of returning to their real lives were destroyed. That's what they were working for, to go back to what they knew. Even if that wasn't really what she wanted, couldn't want, not if Lena didn't want it too. But something had changed, between then and now? Kara can't place the answer as she lies pondering through the night.
Lena wakes to an aching head and tired eyes. She had cried herself to sleep for the first time in months. The last time she had woken like this was the night Kara had told her she was Supergirl. She thought they could have moved on, and that she was something to Kara. That they could be friends and go back to how they were before. But she saw her error now, she thought they could be friends. But she was wrong, listening to Kara at Sam and Alex's house, the way Kara dreaded coming here with her and it was too much. She climbs out of bed and slips a thick jumper on before making her coffee, surprised that Kara isn't up but is grateful for the small window of time she has to herself. She finds herself standing in the brisk morning air. It's a rare day where the sun is peeking through the clouds and combined with the roll of the morning waves she relaxes against the drystone wall that protects her home from the violent sea. Lena takes a calming breath as she tries to formulate a plan, a way they can go back without everything falling apart.
"Lena."
Lena turns to find Kara standing in the doorway bundled in a thick jumper, crinkle lying deep between her brows. It makes Lena chew her bottom lip nervously, not ready for the confrontation that was on the horizon.
"Kara, I'm-"
"You've been crying," Kara's voice is soft but Lena hears the concern in her tone.
"It's fine," Lena dismisses looking back out onto the horizon.
"It's not," Kara states as she steps up beside Lena. There's a pregnant pause that passes between them. Lena can feel Kara shifting beside her as they think of what to say, how to start the pain that's about to be created.
"I didn't mean to make you upset," Kara says softly and Lena looks up into warm ocean blue eyes.
"You didn't upset me, Kara," Lena denies softly. She was upset at herself. Not Kara. "I just... I don't know what to do now," Lena says with a shrug. Looking down into the darkness of the coffee mug watching the steam rise in the cool seasonal air.
"We can work on it together," Kara says hopefully as she leans on the wall. Smiling warmly down at Lena makes the CEO's heartache.
"I appreciate the offer but I don't think-"
"Come on, Lena," Kara grins playfully pushing her. "Think of all the technology you haven't created here yet. We can do it together. You, me, Sam, Alex, we'd be an unstoppable force. Making the world better one bad guy at a time," Kara enthuses and Lena can't stop the smile that graces her face. No matter how painful it sounds.
"I don't know."
"Think of it, a Luthor and a Super working together properly," Kara grins in her half smile that makes Lena's heart skip and she knows she's ruined.
"I'll think about it," Is all Lena can say and Kara's grin is worth all the pain.
"See," Kara chuckles excitedly as Lena looks back out to the sea. They fall into silence for a bit, watching the gulls circle the bay and the clouds roll over the hills until finally, Kara sighs, "It's me isn't it?" Kara murmurs sadly. "I've said something, it's why you were so angry with me last night."
"I was just tired, Kara, I'm not angry," Lena lies with a shake of her head as she sets the now cool cup of coffee down.
Kara looks at her, before slowly, opening up her arms, a silent invitation, and Lena's heart skips, considering Kara's offer, finally aware that she has no strength to say no, she moves forward, her arms wrapping around the Kryptonians neck. Lena's eyes flutter shut as she inhales the familiar scent of Kara, the softness of her jumper on her cheek and the way her strong arms hold her close. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she relaxes into it. Lena revels in the way Kara surrounds her and she doesn't want it to end, she can feel the press of Kara's cheek against her hair.
Lena looks up uncertainly when Kara pulls away first but her hands settle on Lena's hips and stares down at her with hooded eyes. There's pain there and there's a small part of her that hopes they had it all wrong.
She takes the leap of faith but the faint breath of Kara's name is cut off as the blonde's lips press tentatively against her own. Startling her for a moment before Lena kisses Kara back, urgently, their lips move against each other. With an almost pained whine, Kara's kisses become hard, messy and frantic. Lena's heart beats hard like the raging sea in her ears, her blood thrumming through her body. And it's everything she wants as one hand reaches up, tangling her fingers in blonde locks as the other grips the front of Kara's jumper like her life depends on it, pulling, and Kara moves closer until they're flush against one another. The blonde's thigh slotting between Lena's and the raven haired woman can't refrain from the moan that slips from her lips as Kara's hands tease the pale skin that's exposed from under her oversized jumper as she leans up into Kara. Lena groans at the rock biting into the backs of her thighs as Kara kisses her pulling her impossibly closer. Lena breaks away desperate for air.
"Kara," She pants as their foreheads rest softly against one another. Looking through her long lashes seeing the way Kara's jaw clenches tightly making her muscle pop. "Kara, we should-"
"Please," Kara pleads softly, eyes closing. Lena would be lying to herself if she denied how badly she wants Kara, aware that she could never have her, willing to indulge herself one last time. And so she leans in capturing Kara lips, smiling at Kara's pleasured moan. Lena's stomach twists as Kara, leading them back towards the door guiding them back inside, the blonde's hands creeping up under Lena's jumper whimpering as Kara's cool hands travel up her heated skin. She winces as her back hits the frame of the glass doors when strong fingers brush the smooth skin of her breast and Lena moans into Kara's lips pulling them closer, her arm slipping around Kara's neck. The Kryptonian moans against her mouth and then she's being lifted into Kara's strong arms and Lena lets out a squeak of surprise as Kara carries her inside. Her legs automatically wrap around the blonde's waist.
"Kara, your wound," Lena gasps as Kara's nips at the skin below her ear.
"Don't care," Kara grunts with a hard bite, making Lena's hips jump, pinning her to a wall leading to her bedroom and the Kryptonian sheds her of her jumper, Lena moans as Kara's lips wrap around an exposed pink peak. Her hips jump as Kara peppers kisses over her exposed chest. Lena pants as her hand's tangles in Kara's hair urging the Kryptonian back to her. Lena melts into Kara kiss, happy to submit anything and everything to her as blue eyes stare into her own. Lena leans down kissing her slow and languidly. The Kryptonian turns carrying her until Lena's back is pressed against the softness of the mattress beneath her. They stare at each other, heavy breathes, hooded eyes, as Kara's chest heaves from the unfamiliar effort and Lena props herself up on her elbows, watching as Kara sinks between her thighs, cupping Lena's face, before pushing her back with a firm and urgent kiss stealing the very breath from her lungs. Lena's hands tug at Kara's jumper and the blonde pulls it urgently over her head before recapturing Lena's mouth with her own. They tangle together, Kara's thigh slotting between her own, the pressure teasing her core dragging a low needy moan for her. Kara kisses her like the world is ending and Lena clings on for life. Her hands slide down Kara's chest, one settling over her heart as the other slips lower rolling the soft pink nipple between her fingers. Kara's breathing turns shakey as she moves to nip over Lena's jaw, descending onto her pulse point and sucking harshly it pulls a whimper from the CEO as her hips jerk up rolling against the strong thigh and fueling the fire that has ignited there.
"Kara," Lena gasps as strong hands pin her hips down as incessant lips mark the column of her throat or over her collar bone. Kara's thigh presses firmly into her clothed core and Lenas quickly becomes a mess. Lips wrap around her exposed breast and it has her back arching from the bed as her hand's fist in the sheets above her head. A hand slips beneath her pants, fingers dancing up the inside of her thigh and it makes her shiver in desire. Lena can feel her wetness pooling between her thighs and a loud moan escapes her as Kara's fingers slide through her slick folds. Her hips jump, desperate for relief when Kara bumps over her clit. Kara explores her slowly and unrushed, gentle strokes that cause her to squirm and writhe chasing the pressure Kara's gentle touch denies her. It's frustrating and Lena's a mess as she tangles a fist in Kara's hair trying to urge her south.
"Patience," Kara whispers against the pale skin of her breast.
"Kara, please," Lena's not beyond begging now as those fingers slowly destroy her. Kara hums around her other nipple and it sends lightning strikes to her centre. Kara pulls away slightly, looking down at her heaving chest, green eyes blown and her lip pulled between teeth. Lena realises she must look a mess as Kara stares down at her like a god. Swollen lipped, mused hair and blown blue eyes that seem to look into her soul. The beauty in everything that is Kara. Then Kara's pulling at the pants and Lena can't get out of them quick enough, she's pulling Kara's lips back to her own, desperate in her need for Kara. Whose hand slips between her thighs and the first touches continue the mind numbing slow exploration from before. Lena feels like she's about to combust any second if she doesn't get the pressure she needs.
"God, Kara," Lena rasps, digging her blunt nails into muscular shoulder blades and biting down on Kara's lip. "Fuck me."
Kara groans, shifting before firm circles are being rubbed against her clit and Lena's head falls back feeling the build of pleasure in her belly, moaning, and rising steadily to the precipice of release. Her hips rock into Kara's hand and Lena's vaguely aware of Kara's own hips rolling against her thigh. "Fuck" Lena pants as Karas's fingers slip lower grazing her entrance and it makes Kara pause before she teases again and then Lena's begging for Kara to be inside her and soon two fingers are added quickly followed by a third and Lena's groaning at the stretch before Karas pounding into her. Lena drags her nails down Kara's back earning a hiss, leaving torn skin upon the now vulnerable skin as her cries fill the room. She can hear Kara's own moans fill her ear, edging her closer to the edge she desperately craves. It's a particularly rough thrust and sharp curl of fingers that topple her over the edge.
She comes with a shout followed by a moan from Kara above her. The blonde's face is buried in her neck. Soft kisses pepper her throat after and Lena's vaguely aware that the only noise that fills the room is their heavy breathing and the gentle patter of rain on the windows. Lena hates the soft moan that escapes her as Kara slips from her and rolls onto her back.
And Lena hopes the floor swallows her whole because it's the middle of the day and she's just fucked the woman she's in love with and that they're avoiding every possible opportunity to talk about their lives and future together.
It's Kara that disrupts the silence between them. She sits up running her hand through mused hair. "We, um, we should maybe do something today?"
Lena's eyebrows practically hit her hairline. "What?" Lena asks. Looking at Kara, who's pulling her jumper back over her head.
"We should go see something, aren't there things to see in Ireland?" Kara asks with a nonchalant shrug, eye shifting between Lena and the wall behind her. And it throws Lena who was expecting a deep and meaningful painful conversation about their future not a request for sightseeing. But is grateful for the distraction, even if she feels a bit unnerved by the sudden change in Kara's attitude.
"R-right," Lena stutters, absentmindedly pulling the sheets over her naked body as she sits up. "I know of some places." Lena nods, looking into hesitant and guarded blue eyes before Kara smiles, tightly and pads into the ensuite, turning on the shower. Lena flops back onto the bed, pushing her hair from her face as she tries to process what's going through her own and Kara's mind. They were supposed to be going back to being friends. Friends didn't have midmorning sex. Friends didn't fuck one another hoarse. Lena slips from the bed on slightly wobbly legs and makes her way to her own shower. After a slightly longer shower, she dresses carefully, conscious of hiding the reddening marks on her neck. After she makes her way to the living room to find Kara lounging on the grey couch staring up at the large television on the wall.
"Shall we go?" Lena asks softly, her nerves rising at the thought of Kara denying her.
Kara turns with a lopsided grin and turns the TV off. She swings off the couch and slips her shoes on.
"Where are we going?" Kara asks as Lena leads her from the house. The CEO looks over her shoulder with a coy smirk.
"It's a surprise."
Lena pulls to a stop atop the high cliff and Kara looks at her with narrow eyes.
"What is this place?" Kara asks and Lena chuckles slipping from the car.
"Come on," Lena calls as she leads Kara along the gravel path. It's not as busy as she thinks it would be. Most of the tourists dispersed with the autumn season. Now in winter, it's an odd day where the rain has vanished and the clouds have cleared to reveal the crisp winter sun. Lena hears Kara gasp at the sight as she pulls her to stop at the top of the cliff.
"It's beautiful, Lena," Kara whispers as they stare down onto the sea below them. Lena smiles as the bright green of the grass they stand on gives way to the dark grey rock. Beneath them, the blue of the ocean stands out as the sun flickers down onto it. Lena looks up at Kara who is standing with the wind whipping her hair around carelessly with a carefree laugh. Blue eyes, the same deep blue as the ocean beneath them, are filled with excitement and awe at the landscape around them.
"So, amazing," Kara whispers and Lena grins. But Kara Danvers isn't looking at the cliff edges around them and Lena Luthor is oblivious.
"Come, there are more places I want to show you," She tells Kara and soon is tugging her back to the car. Lena drives for another twenty minutes to a secluded bay. In front of them is soft rolling green hills and Kara glances quizzically at her.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere I think you'll like," Lena states as she gets out of the car. She leads Kara over the grass covered dunes, a soft curse falling from Kara's lips as she stumbles and Lena catches her with an airy laugh. Then her hand is held securely in Kara's and she's dragging the Kryptonian up the dune until they're stood at the top. Standing side by side, Lena can feel the heat radiating off her, and their hands still tucked together. Below them, stretches a crystal blue bay lapping gently at the shores of soft white beaches. Lena looks up to see Kara's lips part, eyes trained on the scene in front of them.
"Lena," Kara breathes and Lena grins as her heart skips a beat.
"Come on," Lena murmurs, gently pulling Kara down onto the beach. And then Kara is grinning running after her. Lena screams as Kara tries to drag her to the surf. It's giddy and childish but then she's in Kara's strong arms, huddled close in the middle of a deserted beach. Their noses barely brushing past each other as the pillow softness of Kara's lips brush her own. Lena forgets herself. Forgets that it will all be over in a matter of days and she doesn't care. She wants this, for however short a time it will be. They don't say anything as they part. They only grin contentedly and Lena laughs as Kara takes off running down the beach. Shouting something about shells for Alex.
Lena thinks the blissfulness of the day would be the end after that but then they return to the house. Have dinner together recapping about their day after Kara puts on Star Wars and Lena suffers through every second of it. Though silently relishing the closeness as her feet are strewn over Kara's lap. But then it's time to retire for bed and Lena mentally prepares herself for goodnight as they part to separate rooms and as Lena turns to walk from the kitchen she finds Kara lingering.
And then Kara's kissing her, hands gripping her hips tightly, desperation coming off her in waves just as a silent question passes from Kara's blue eyes to her own and she's nodding, not ready to say no. Then Kara's dragging her down the corridor shedding clothes as they go and when Lena comes from Kara's expert tongue twenty minutes later all she can think of is how tomorrow it will be done.
But it continues like that over the course of the next two days. Lena wakes curled against Kara far too intimate to be called friends. Naked with Kara's arms wrapped securely around her. She would slip from the bed before Kara woke, afraid any conversation would shatter the odd relationship that has formed between them. Eventually, Kara appears showered and dressed and they would again venture to various sights, castles, beaches and small fishing villages around the home. They would have a carefree day, enjoying each other's company. Then they would return or go out to dinner at small local restaurants that seem happy to feed Kara every meal they have under the sun. They'd make idle conversation, expertly dodging the larger conversation they have to have, and relax in front of the obnoxiously large fire in the centre of the living room of Lena's house and watch terrible films Kara would beg to watch such as Back to the Future or the latest Sci Fi fantasy film. Then they would retire, a silent conversation passing between them that would result in Kara gasping Lena's name against her lips or Lena screaming Kara's name into the night.
The fourth day is no different from the last except when Lena wakes, Kara isn't wrapped around her. Her side of the bed is cold and Lena frowns sitting up, the sky outside is a dark grey, the telltale signs that the sun is barely above the horizon. She turns at the sound of a small bang and a curse. Slipping from the bed she pulls Kara's shirt over her bare body from the day before and pads to the kitchen. It's not the sight she's expecting, Kara slamming a baking tray into the bin with a huff.
"Kara, what're you doing?" Lena asks with a restrained giggle.
Kara looks up with a surprised curse in Kryptonese, "Lena? What're you doing up? No, you were supposed to sleep in."
"I think someone nearly burning my house down warrants my waking," Lena comments dryly, stepping close to Kara who is standing in flannel pyjamas scowling down at the burnt offering. "What are you trying to do?"
"I wanted to make you a nice breakfast in bed," Kara explains a pout dancing on her lips.
"Why?" Lena looks about in surprise.
"Because it's our anniversary and I'm your wife, I wanted to do something nice for you," Kara says and Lena's chest clenches painfully at the admission. Lena swallows before plastering a smile on her face and steps close to Kara taking her hands.
"Well, I can say, confidently, it wasn't your cooking skills that attracted me to you," Lena teases sidestepping painfully the labelling between them. Kara lets out a soft laugh as she stares down into green eyes. If Lena wasn't having an internal heart attack at the words that had come from Kara's mouth, it would have been romantic. Almost cheesy like something from one of Kara's romantic comedies. But then she looks away, her chest tightening as she gives a small smile stepping back. "I'm going to get dressed, then I will make us breakfast," Lena says with a small smile. She cries silently in the shower. her heart wrenching from her chest at the prospect of going back to National City to be alone, to suffer through being friends with Kara after all of this. She returns to the kitchen to make breakfast and Kara grins obliviously at her from beside the coffee machine and Lena can only smile back.
The day is filled with walking around small villages as Kara marvels at all the sights around her while Lena's stuck in her own head. Trying to formulate a plan before they leave tomorrow afternoon to fly home. If Kara notices on their day out she doesn't say anything, in fact, Lena regards her as they stand in a stationary shop aware of how unusually quiet Kara is. They spare passing glances until they return to the house, Kara disappears to put away her purchases and Lena pours herself a glass of wine determined to take the edge of the twisting knife in her gut. Kara returns void of her glasses and Lena realises she's become accustomed to seeing her without them. She notices Kara's faint pout and small crinkle over her brows and Lena mentally prepares herself. It doesn't come, Kara gives her a lopsided smile before moving to the small drawer in the kitchen.
"What're you looking for?" Lena asks.
"Take out menus," Kara states, her voice filled with her Supergirl determination.
Lena laughs, she can't help it. In the ridiculousness of the situation, where she's stuck with the woman she's been in love with for four years who is sending more conflicting messages than her lifetime with the Luthor's, all Lena can do is laugh. And as she stops she regards Kara Danvers for a long moment before asking,
"What are we doing here, Kara?"
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Also, coming up in the schedule of writing is a new Supercorp story which will be published in the new year. A small teaser here:
The transmatter portal was supposed to be broken. It was supposed to be irreparable. Supergirl had done that for a reason. But when Lena Luthor is working late at the L-Corp Lab the last thing she expects is for it to activate. She expects even less for someone to step through, especially when that person is a small blonde haired child looking for her mommy.
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