Some days are just the absolute worst. Sometimes it didn't matter how much Lena did, she felt like she would never escape the shadow cast upon her by her family's name. Would a lifetime of achievements towards the greater good redeem her in the eyes of the populace? Did she have to sacrifice all of her happiness, until she was as miserable as the world wanted her to be? She could give away her fortune, her company, she could even give away her life and she was fairly certain there would still be those who hated her simply for being.

Lena handled it fine usually, everyone had a breaking point though. She desperately wanted the world to see her for who she was. Not who her mother had been, nor what her brother had done. Wasn't it enough that Supergirl herself had vouched for her!? Not just Supergirl, but even Superman had gotten in front of a camera to speak for her, in a speech that had brought tears to her eyes. Both Supers were willing to look past her issues. Why couldn't anyone else?

All this drama… Over what? She'd had to delay the launch of a new product, something she'd been developing to facilitate the delivery of medicine and food overseas. The idea was to produce a craft capable of speeds far beyond what anything else on the market was capable of. In fact, so fast, that they could ship fresh produce to underdeveloped countries before the food even had time to spoil. It was revolutionary, a huge step to ending world hunger, in her opinion, and it was all for the greater good. Many of those vehicles were going to be provided for free to several relief organizations, ironically enough it was those same organizations crucifying her in the media!

'Lena Luthor loves starving children.'

'Lena Luthor is racist!'

'Lena Luthor is a selfish bitch!"

She just wanted to scream stop, and have it all stop, have it all end. Would that be alright? If she caved in, just for a little while and dropped the businesswoman facade. Could she hide in her apartment, just for a couple of days while she tried to recharge, and figure it out? Spend time with the one woman alive who made her feel truly important, and special. Hold onto her, and feel love instead of hate. The sound of a whoosh startled Lena, but it brought a smile to her lips. Speak of the devil… Well, in this case speak of the super.

"I don't think you've ever used my door." Lena said, rummaging around until she found a particularly expensive bottle of scotch, and poured the amber liquid out into a cup without even turning around. Were she to turn around, she knew exactly what she would find. Kara Zor-El, in all her glory. Her perfect, dark blonde hair trailing over flawless, unbreakable, pale skin. Lips red with lipstick she wore almost exclusively when she was Supergirl. The deep blue of her top, the brilliant red of her skirt. That glorious symbol on her chest, and the nylons covering her perfect legs. Those boots, too. Those stupidly, stupidly sexy boots. No, Lena didn't need to turn around to know Kara was there.

The superheroine remained silent though, but her approach was indicated by the clacking of her boots on Lena's floor. Then by the feeling of her warm breath on the back of Lena's neck as she sipped at the alcoholic beverage. Her eyes closed, and she sighed contently, and not from the alcohol. That was purely Supergirl. Then those arms were around her, the arms capable of lifting cars and crushing steel, holding her so carefully. They pulled her back until she was pressed to Kara's chest, and the Kryptonian peppered Lena's neck with soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?" Lena asked, heart skipping a beat.

"I thought you could use a bit of affection, that's all." Kara replied, her usually chipper voice to something far softer and more personal. Private.

"Mmm, why, I'm fine." Lena replied, her voice confident. Kara wasn't fooled though. She knew Lena well enough to know this kind of thing still bothered her, no matter how much she pretended.

The reporter spun her boss around, not that she'd been around Catco recently, and held her gaze. She kept the Luthor locked in her grasp, and pressed their noses together. "You're a good person Lena, I don't know why they can't see that." Kara whispered.

"I don't care what they think." she replied, far too quickly for it to hold any semblance of honesty.

"You're perfect."

"I know." She forced a grin.

"You work so hard to make people happy, to make up for sins that aren't even yours."

"I said I know." Lena snapped this time, but Kara didn't released her.

"I think you're wonderful." She went on, beginning to trail kisses along Lena's chin.

"I said I know Kara!" She snapped, then quickly covered her mouth. It was when she snapped on Kara that she felt guilty, because there was no excuse. She averted her gaze. Her confidence was an act and so many things were going through her mind. At the forefront was the fact that Kara would no doubt leave her now, now that she'd shown her true colors.

"I love you." was what Kara responded instead, turning Lena's face back towards her, with the most beautiful smile on her lips.

"Rao…" Lena replied; a little something she'd picked up from Kara. Then she shut her eyes, melted into her lovers embrace, and sighed shakily in relief.