There's smut at the end and that's all I'm gonna say.
Lena fell asleep sometime into the second episode of the unsolved mysteries show, her head on Kara's shoulder and arm locked firmly around her waist. When Kara noticed, glancing down at the peaceful face below hers, her heart felt like it swelled to three times its normal size.
For a fleeting moment she was scared that she was asleep herself, that this was all a vivid dream because there was no way this could be her life. It was if she'd been flung into some bizarre, alternate reality—one where she'd somehow become lucky enough to have Lena Luthor in her bed.
Kara didn't have the most spectacular dating history. She'd dated women in the past, but never for very long. Not that she was happy about that. On the contrary, she hated that she'd never steadily dated someone. She wanted what all her friends had— a committed, healthy relationship. Yet it seemed as if a relationship didn't want her.
Something always ended up happening to derail her blossoming romances before they truly even picked up speed. Sometimes it was her, admittedly. She'd dated a couple of women before who she ended things with because she realized they were either at different points in their lives or that they were toxic to her mental health. But more often it was the other woman who ended things, always giving an excuse to why it didn't work—all claiming it wasn't her, that it was them.
Yet to her, it seemed like the common denominator in these relationships not working out was her. She couldn't help but feel like while these women liked her at first, the more they got to know her, the less they liked her—like there was something wrong inside her, and the moment they saw it, they ran.
That was if she could find a woman to go out with in the first place. She'd tried the dating apps, but never got many matches. And if she did, most people didn't message back. If they did, the conversation rarely transpired into a date. Then if it did, it was even more rare that there would be a second date. Any time it went further than a second date Kara started to mentally hold her breath, waiting for something to go wrong. It always did. Even meeting people in real life garnered the same results.
It was enough to make Kara have almost zero confidence in her dating prowess or even in herself. So, no, Lena Luthor even looking in her direction wasn't something she expected. In her wildest dreams, sure, this was what they looked like. Yet—and she pinched herself to make sure—she wasn't dreaming. This was reality, not a fairy tale, and at some point, she lost interest in her show completely, preferring to simply gaze down at Lena's sleeping face with amazement.
The first night they were together had been completely out of character for Kara. She'd never—ever—slept with someone the first time they spent time together. It was an intimacy that made her feel so vulnerable she couldn't bring herself to get to that point with someone without feeling at least a small level of trust beforehand. Yet the moment Lena wanted to have sex she didn't hesitate.
Maybe it was because of the idea she'd built up of Lena in her head, the one that gave her a weird sense of familiarity around the brunette even though they were still practically strangers— despite the fact that they'd been inside each other. Or maybe it was because it had been so long since she'd been touched by someone other than herself that in a moment of weakness she gave into her needs despite her emotional hang-ups.
She hadn't been deluded. She knew Lena wasn't going to be able to give her the whirlwind romance she dreamed of. Lena made it very clear that Kara's vision of having it all was not within her capabilities at the moment. Yet while Kara wanted it all—the dream life of a house, a wife, children, and maybe even a couple of dogs and cats—she knew she still had plenty of time to make those things happen. A relationship had to grow before those things could come.
And maybe Lena was unable to be in a relationship that could grow into that. The pessimist in her screamed that in the back of her brain, while the optimist quietly told her they'd never know until they tried. She didn't know exactly what they were—girlfriends, friends with benefits, whatever. All she knew was that Lena was pressed against her, solid and real and not some figment of her imagination. And even if she wasn't offering her everything, Kara was willing to take whatever Lena had to give.
Lena didn't wake up again until later that afternoon. She roused slowly, blinking open bleary green eyes to see Kara had at some point turned off the show and opened a book instead. Upon seeing Lena awake, though, she closed the paperback and placed it on her nightstand before turning to Lena with a smile.
"Hi," she said in a soft voice, reaching out and tucking a strand of Lena's hair behind her ear. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Yes," Lena said with a small yawn, sitting up next to Kara in bed. "Sorry I feel asleep."
"Don't be," Kara said, shaking her head. She took one of Lena's hands in her own and lifted it to her mouth, kissing the back of it. "You obviously needed it since you slept for—" she grabbed her cellphone off the bed and checked the time, "—five hours."
Lena's eyes widened, and she raised her eyebrows. "Holy shit." She lifted a hand to her face shyly and hid behind it. "I'm terrible company."
"No, you're not," Kara insisted with an earnest smile. "I didn't mind just lying here next to you while you slept." While Kara loved living alone since moving into a place all by herself, sometimes she had to admit it did get lonely. It was nice to have a presence around her again, even if they weren't interacting. "Besides, you looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you."
Lena blushed at that, looking down quickly. "Well, thank you." She cleared her throat. "I'm feeling well-rested now, though."
"Good," Kara said with a small nod.
"What time is it?" the brunette asked, stretching her arms out slowly and enjoying the popping in her joints.
"Nearly five," Kara told her, holding up the phone to show it to her.
Lena blinked in amazement. "What the fuck? Are you sure I was only asleep for five hours?"
"Yeah," Kara said with a small laugh. "You didn't wake up until almost eleven this morning."
"Oh." Lena's brow furrowed, realizing she'd never bothered to check or ask the time when she first woke up. And even afterwards she didn't care about the time, so she didn't remember to be concerned about it. But then she realized it had been over twelve hours since she'd checked her phone. "Do you know where my phone is?" she asked Kara.
The blonde nodded. "In the living room, on the couch."
"I should probably check that," Lena muttered, swinging her legs off the bed and crawling from the warmth and comfort it offered.
She padded out of the room and through the house to the living room. There she saw her phone on the couch, along with her keys and clutch purse. When she picked up the phone, she saw that the battery was nearly dead. She also had a couple of missed calls and voicemails from Lillian, but she simply deleted the messages without listening to them. And all fifteen of her texts were from Lillian as well. She erased them without reading them. Then she checked her email to see her callsheet for Monday, and then her phone died in her hands. When Kara came into the living room, Lena was frowning down at the dead device.
"What's wrong?" Kara asked upon seeing the frown.
"Nothing, my phone just died," Lena said, tossing the iPhone back on the couch.
"Do you have a charger?"
"No."
Now Kara frowned. "You have an iPhone, right?" When Lena nodded, the frown deepened. "I have an Android, but I used to have an iPhone. I'm sure I still have a wire around here somewhere."
Lena opened her mouth to accept the wire, then stopped herself. "Actually, I'm not worried about it."
"Really?" Kara asked with raised eyebrows. "You're sure?"
"Positive."
And she was. The only person who'd tried to contact her the entire time she hadn't checked her phone was her mother, and she was the absolute last person she wanted to talk to. So, if her phone was dead, her mother would be forced to leave her alone. And even if she did happen to show up at her apartment like the other times, Lena wouldn't even be there. At least not then. For now, she couldn't get to her, and Lillian was the last thing she wanted to worry about. She was a problem for later.
"Well, let me know if you want it," Kara said, then her face fell. "Unless you're ready for me to take you home."
Lena shook her head quickly. "I'm not."
"Good." She smiled at the other woman before biting her lip. "You're welcome to spend the night again, if you want."
Lena bit back a smile of her own as to not appear too eager. "I do."
"Okay," Kara breathed out, her smile now so wide it took up her whole face. "I don't have anything substantial to cook for dinner, but we can order in. Whatever you want."
"Kara, it's barely five and you're already thinking about dinner," Lena said with a smirk.
Kara's cheeks turned red at the observation. "Sorry, it's kind of a habit at this point—planning meals ahead."
"Well take the day off," Lena said, stepping closer to Kara and taking her hand. "We'll figure out dinner when we get hungry."
"Who said I wasn't hungry?" Kara quipped with a grin. "Full disclosure, I'm always hungry. My sister calls me the human garbage disposal, and my mom has to stock the pantry with snacks for me when I go home to visit."
"After seeing you eat, I believe it," Lena said with a laugh. "I'm actually amazed you're in as good of shape as you are."
"I walk an average of ten miles a day," Kara said and shrugged. "Besides, I don't have time to eat when I'm working. I usually don't even eat breakfast, just wait and snack on whatever pass-around we're doing before I start handing it out."
"You made me that sandwich the other day, though," Lena pointed out. "Did you make one for yourself?"
"No."
"Kara," Lena said, squeezing the hand she still held. "You need to eat, too, you know."
Kara gave a small, bashful smile. "I know… My therapist says I'm really good at taking care of other people, but myself—not so much." She shuffled her feet awkwardly, glancing down at them. "I'm working on it." Then she looked back up, blue eyes locking onto Lena's. "I promise I'll try to remember to eat more."
"Good," Lena said, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It was odd, the sudden concern she felt for Kara upon finding out she had been more worried about her eating than herself. "Well, if you're hungry, we can order food now."
"No, I can wait," Kara said, her cheeks going a slight shade of pink.
"You sure?" Lena asked, eyebrows raised.
"Absolutely." The blonde chuckled slightly. "Besides, if we ate this early, I'd probably just be hungry again in a few hours."
"True." Lena smirked again.
"Well, what do you want to do until then?" Kara asked earnestly.
Lena shrugged. "Whatever you want," she said nonchalantly.
She knew what she wanted to do now that she was fully awake. But once again, she didn't want to push too much physical intimacy just yet. She wasn't sure what kind of relationship they'd entered into exactly, but she was pretty sure relationships didn't consist of fucking every waking second.
Kara chewed her lip, thinking of what she had to do at her house. She had some video games, but few were multiplayer. And she didn't know if Lena would even want to play video games anyway. They could watch another movie or TV show, but that's all they'd been doing. If this was anyone else, she would have suggested they go out and do something, but these weren't normal circumstances. She and Lena couldn't just go out without drawing some sort of attention, the exact thing Lena was trying to avoid.
"Do you want to play a board game?" Kara asked, the offer sounding lame to her, yet Lena surprisingly lit up at the idea.
"Which one?" the brunette asked, interest flashing in her green eyes.
"Uh—I have Life, Battleship, Monopoly—"
"I love Monopoly," Lena said instantly.
Kara blinked in astonishment. "Okay. I'll get it."
She disappeared into the hallway, and Lena heard her rummaging through a closet. When Kara came back, she had the game in her hands. She put box on the coffee table and opened the lid to start taking out the pieces.
"Alex and I used to play this all the time when we were kids," Kara said, taking out the board itself and opening it on the tabletop as she sat on the couch. "I swear she used to steal my money every time I got up to go to the bathroom."
"Lex wasn't much better," Lena said as she sat next to Kara and began to help her set up the game. "His favorite game was chess, but no matter what we played, if he lost, he always retaliated by destroying my stuff."
Kara paused, stack of Community Chest cards in hand, and looked at Lena. "Destroyed what? How?"
Lena shrugged. "One time he smashed a snow globe. Another he threw my favorite stuffed bear in the fireplace. He also ripped my Barbie's head off. Just stupid kid stuff like that."
"Lena, that's really fucked up," Kara said, shaking her head. "That's not normal kid stuff. That's just mean—maybe even evil."
"He grew out of it," Lena said with a dismissive wave of the hand. She'd also started letting him win, and the torture had stopped. "I think it was because he was ashamed. Every time we played Lillian would be watching over us like a hawk, and she would give him this deeply disapproving look if I beat him. Then he'd get up and walk off without a word. She'd follow, and then I was left to pick up the game by myself." She shrugged and picked out the dog piece, which was always her favorite. "Later I would find something destroyed. I'd clean up the mess and not say a word about it; Lex never did, either. Eventually I just started letting him win, and the torment stopped."
"You don't still play games together, do you?" Kara asked. She picked out the racecar piece for herself and put it at the start.
"No, but we don't really see each other anymore," Lena said, a small frown on her face. "Ever since he fired Lillian as his agent and manager, I haven't had any contact with him."
"That hardly seems fair." Kara frowned. "He can fire her, but that doesn't mean you're not still family. And whatever issues they have, it shouldn't affect your relationship with your brother."
She knew Kara was right. But she also knew that after the firing of Lillian and the subsequent media buzz it created, Lex never reached out to her to explain what had truly happened. Lillian never spoke a word to her about it, either. All she knew on the topic was what she'd seen or read in interviews with Lex. And always wanting to protect his public image, Lex had claimed things like he and Lillian had different creative views when it came to his career—that the split had been a mutual, amicable decision.
Which Lena knew was mostly true, except for the part about the firing being copacetic in any shape or form. Lex always wanted to take on serious roles, ones in action movies or crime dramas, or things like that. Lillian, on the other hand, thought Lex was better suited to playing the male lead in romantic comedies. But the fact that Lex had gone bald before age thirty didn't help him land those parts, and in truth he was much better at playing a villain trying to rob a bank than he was at playing a guy trying to woo a woman in a coffee shop.
But what he didn't say were the other issues that she knew were there, what she'd seen done to him and what Lillian did to her. Lillian's idea of parenting was focusing solely on her children's careers. Every audition failed, their mother felt was a personal affront to her, like they'd purposefully bombed the audition just to spite her. Going into an audition was unnerving enough without having to worry about their own mother berating them afterwards. And when they were children, they had no choice. Lillian was their guardian, could do whatever she wanted with them, and Lionel was either never around or too drunk to care about what his wife did with the offspring. In truth, she was surprised Lex didn't fire Lillian the moment he turned eighteen. And she was still trying to figure out why she hadn't done so as well.
"Lex has had every opportunity to reach out to me," Lena said, her jaw tight as she turned her attention to dividing up the money—she still knew the starting amounts by heart. "My phone number's never changed, even if his has."
"Maybe he's waiting for you to contact him." Kara shrugged, picking up the dice and rolling them around in her hands.
"I don't have his new number," Lena said, not missing a beat in counting out Kara's money. She handed the stack over when she was done.
"There's no way you can get it?" Kara asked as she took the fake bills. "No other relative or a friend or someone who may be able to give it to you?"
"If he wanted to contact me, he would, Kara," Lena said, beginning to count out her own money. "But I'm not going to hold my breath waiting for the phone to ring." She gave a small smile in an attempt to show she was okay, to hide the fact that her brother's absence from her life didn't bother her as much as it actually did. "Do you want to keep talking about my traumatic family life, or do you want to play?"
Kara actually did want to talk more about Lena's family. It didn't seem like she had the best home life, and from what she gathered, Lena never talked about it or unpacked the trauma. She knew what it was like to keep pain bottled up, how it was always just waiting to burst. She wanted Lena to be able to open up about it, to talk it out in a safe environment so she could start to make sense of her feelings. But she also knew that was something Lena had to be ready to do, and if she was changing topic she obviously wasn't there yet.
Besides, while Kara had no problem talking about the things that bothered her after being in years of therapy, not everyone was the same. She shouldn't expect someone else to be willing to open up about the deepest inner-workings of their mind like she did, at least not this soon into knowing each other.
"Let's play," Kara said with a small smile. "And please, don't hold back. You don't have to let me win. I'm a big girl. I can take it."
"Are you sure?" Lena shot back with a smirk. "I have to warn you, I'm quite good."
"That's fine. I'm good at losing," Kara said, winking at her.
They played for a little over an hour, Lena completely bankrupting Kara easily. From what the brunette could tell, Kara had no strategy. She simply bought whatever she landed on, and then she was unable to build any hotels or houses. Lena had multiple of each, and all it took was Kara landing on Lena's Boardwalk with a hotel to end the game.
Kara conceded defeat, standing from the couch and bowing to Lena gracefully. Lena blushed at the gesture, but she couldn't fight the smile that came to her face. Afterwards they cleaned up the game and ordered food to be delivered to the house. It didn't take long to arrive, thankfully, because they'd ordered from a Japanese restaurant a couple of blocks from Kara's house.
When it got there, they put on a movie of Kara's suggestion—Captain Marvel —and settled onto the couch to watch it while they ate their food. Lena had never seen the movie, wasn't really a fan of superhero films to begin with. But she was surprised to find herself enjoying it and was completely engrossed halfway through. By the end of it she realized it wasn't superhero movies that she hated—it was just the ones about men that she didn't care for.
Afterwards Kara went to take a shower, handing over the PlayStation controller to Lena so she could pick something to watch on one of her streaming services. But Lena didn't know how to work it and spent half of Kara's shower just figuring out how to navigate, let alone select anything. By the time Kara got out of the shower, Lena had figured out how to start an episode of a cooking show on Hulu, and then she handed over the controller so she could take her turn in the shower.
Kara had laid out new clothes and towels for her, and she was touched at the gesture. Thankfully the water didn't take long to warm since Kara had just been in the shower. Lena could still smell her shampoo and soap hanging in the air. She loved using Kara's shampoo, liked the fact that even after she went home tomorrow, she would still have the smell of her on her as a memory.
When she got out of the shower, she dried her hair as best as she could before toweling off the rest of her body. She went to put on the cotton sleep shorts and blue tank top Kara had given her to change into but stopped when she heard a knock at the door. She quickly wrapped her towel around herself before opening the door a crack. Kara's blue eyes greeted her through the slit in the door, and she fully opened it.
"Everything okay?" she asked the blonde, feeling a little self-conscious standing there in just a towel.
"Yeah, fine, everything's good," Kara said awkwardly, running a shaky hand through her still-wet hair.
"Alright," Lena said, frowning with confusion. "Well I was about to get dressed into the clothes you left for me," she explained, jutting her thumb over her shoulder at the clothes sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, about that," Kara said, her cheeks going red. "What if you didn't?"
Lena bit back a smile, quirking an eyebrow. "Interesting thought." Then she asked coyly, "Why wouldn't I?"
Kara blew out a breath, realizing Lena wasn't going to make this easy on her. "Well, last night, when you were drunk, you wanted us to have sex." Her cheeks turned even redder, and her face clearly showed the nerves she felt at the moment. "Now that you're sober, now that we've talked and kind of figured out—" she gestured back and forth between the two of them, "—this.. Is that something you're still interested in?"
Lena nearly laughed. It was the most awkward yet considerate proposition for sex she'd ever gotten, and it simultaneously warmed her heart and made her wet.
"Well," Lena said, unfastening the towel and letting it fall to a heap around her feet, "it's about time you asked." She quirked an eyebrow, a playful grin coming to her lips as Kara's eyes bulged.
"I—I didn't want to assume," Kara sputtered, licking her suddenly dry lips.
"You were worried I wouldn't want you anymore when I sobered up," Lena said, stepping forward and hooking a finger into the elastic of Kara's shorts. She tugged gently, pulling Kara in a little. "Well, I'm stone-cold sober now, and I want you." She gazed up into blue eyes, hovering her lips right below Kara's. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
Kara didn't answer with words. Instead, she simply smiled and reached down, taking Lena's hand that was on her shorts. Silently, she tugged on that hand and began to lead Lena from the bathroom and down the hallway. When they got into the bedroom, Kara stopped at the foot of the bed.
Then Lena couldn't wait anymore and placed a hand on the back of Kara's head, pulling her down and kissing her fiercely. It was wet and hot, and a shiver ran up her spine as a slick tongue rolled into her mouth. She pushed on Kara's shoulders slightly, leading her down onto a sitting position on the end of her bed. Lena straddled her hips, mouth never leaving the blonde's.
Lena felt hands roaming across her back, setting fire to her skin. Then one slid around to the front and cupped her breast, and she sighed into Kara's mouth at the contact. She'd been thinking about these hands, envisioning this moment for a week. And now that it had come, she was filled with pent-up desire and overwhelming need. She could feel how wet she already was, and surely Kara could feel it beginning to soak through the fabric of her shorts.
She took hold of Kara's hand that was on her breast and pushed it lower, until Kara got the idea, and her fingers found Lena's clit on their own. As the pads of her fingers swiped across it, Lena moaned into Kara's mouth, instinctively rocking her hips into the touch. Then the fingers went lower, into the warmth between Lena's legs as her thumb took over rubbing Lena's clit.
She started slowly at first, but Lena's need was too urgent, and she bucked her hips in time with Kara's careful strokes. The other hand stayed on her back, holding her steady, grounding her as she ground herself into Kara's fingers.
Then she was falling over the edge, her lips finally leaving Kara's so she could yell out the blonde's name as her walls constricted around the other woman's fingers. She came hard around the digits and bit down into Kara's shoulder to stifle her yells as she rode out the pleasurable waves coursing through her body.
Kara placed sweet butterfly kiss across Lena's cheek as she started to come down from her orgasm, only removing her hand from her center when the brunette stilled above her. Lena lifted her head from Kara's shoulder weakly, looking at the blonde with heavy-lidded eyes. But they went wide as Kara lifted her fingers to her own mouth and sucked the arousal off them.
"You taste so good," Kara muttered in a sultry voice.
"I remember you being quite delicious yourself," Lena shot back, her eyes shifting to Kara's lips. "But my memory's starting to get a little foggy."
"We should do something about that." Kara gave a playful grin.
"You should sit on my face," Lena responded, voicing one of the fantasies she'd had about Kara since the moment she laid eyes on her.
Kara's brain short-circuited for a moment, and she simply stared at Lena with a slack jaw before stammering out, "I—Yeah—I should."
Lena bit her lip as she leaned back ever so slightly and gripped the hem of Kara's t-shirt. "You won't be needing this."
Kara lifted her arms and allowed Lena to pull of the garment, tossing it aside. Kara hadn't put on a bra after her shower, and her bare chest greeted the brunette, a beautiful, distracting sight. Lena stood, standing before Kara and gazing down at her with lust-filled eyes. Those eyes traveled to the shorts she'd most likely ruined, and for a fleeting moment she tried to make a mental note to buy her more. But that was a concern for later. In the meantime, the shorts were in the way.
The blonde seemed to agree because she stood and slid them off her hips, underwear and all and stepped out of them. As Lena's eyes traveled over her, she began to blush a little, suddenly self-conscious. But when those eyes snapped back to hers, a darker shade of green and pupils incredibly dilated, she regained a little confidence.
She reached out and pulled Lena to her, kissing her soundly on the lips, her tongue instantly roaming into the brunette's mouth. Lena tasted the saltiness on her tongue, intoxicating as she shuddered under Kara's touch.
Kara spun them around so that Lena's back was to the bed, and she led them down onto it, hovering above Lena. The star's nails dragged down Kara's back, leaving light pink scratch marks. Kara responded by biting Lena's lip, pulling away slowly and dragging it out. Lena gazed up at her, her breath coming in quick gasps.
"Straddle me," she ordered.
Kara didn't like to be told what to do—by anyone, ever—yet when Lena did it, her core flooded with heat, and she didn't get the feeling of contempt that usually accompanied being bossed around. Instead, she immediately lifted herself off Lena so she could reposition herself.
She carefully placed her legs on the sides on Lena's head and gripped onto her headboard for support as she slowly lowered herself towards Lena's face. Lena brought her hands up and cupped Kara's ass as her tongue met with warmth and softness. Her head between the sturdiness of Kara's thighs was everything she'd dreamed it be, and she wasted no time in exploring Kara at a new angle. The delicate saltiness rolled across her tongue, and as she plunged in deeper, Kara began to grind herself in time with Lena. The brunette's nails dug into Kara's skin pleasantly, and Kara's knuckles turned white as she held onto the headboard while her body began to shake slightly.
She threw her head back as ecstasy took over, her eyes closing when the orgasm began to roll through her body. But Lena didn't stop until her mouth was full of Kara, and the blonde's thighs began to shake along with the rest of her body. Lena released her grip on Kara's ass so she could dismount, falling to a sitting position beside Lena on the bed.
The actor sat up next to her, wiping her chin clean with her fingers before sucking them into her mouth briefly, raising her eyebrows at Kara as she did it. Kara responded by reaching out and taking Lena's fingers from her mouth, lacing them with her own instead, and kissing Lena gently and tenderly. When they pulled away, Kara pressed her forehead against Lena's and smiled before biting down on her lip.
"We may need to shower again," Kara muttered, knowing her body was slick with sweat from the physical exertion.
"We can shower in the morning," Lena said, removing her forehead from the blonde's and leaning back to give her a smile of her own. She reached out and smoothed out Kara's nearly dry hair. "Showering now would be counterproductive."
Kara smirked, and she glanced down at Lena's lips as she asked coyly, "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because," Lena said, once again throwing her legs across Kara's lap and straddling her, "I'm not done with you quite yet."
"Well, then, Miss Luthor," Kara said, her hands going to Lena's hips as she leaned up towards Lena's lips, "Why don't you show me what you had in mind?"
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