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The unplanned evening has morphed into something else. They've been hanging out a lot. Either Kara's bringing impromptu dinners and lunches at her office, because Kara knows she misses meals, or she's showing up with movies to her condo, because she knows Lena will still work from home all throughout the weekend. Lena just pushes her work aside because finds it impossible to resist those baby blues.

She hadn't really thought the woman had been serious. She'd doubted Kara would actually attempt to be a better friend.

But Kara's proven to be relentless these past few weeks. The blonde has been focused on strengthening their friendship by sharing stories from her childhood after her adoption with the Danvers and even confessing her strong dislike of the boneless moving turds also know as earthworms.

So tonight, Lena wants to repay Kara's gesture and efforts.

She waits by the entryway, fixing her posture when she sees a very familiar figure begin to approach.

"Hey Lena," Kara greets before extending her arms and wrapping them around Lena who's certain she's never been hugged this much in her entire life as she has these past few weeks by the blonde. "So want to tell me why we're here?" Lena had sounded so cryptic on the phone.

"Well you've been true to your word about being a better friend," Lena begins and wonders why Kara looks particularly guilty. "So I thought I'd show you how much I appreciate it."

"You don't have to do anything," Kara begins to protest.

"I want to." Lena's quick to dispel her objections. "Now come on." she turns and heads for the back entrance of the museum, Kara following with hesitant steps.

"Isn't the museum closed right now?" it's way past closing time.

"Not for one of its biggest benefactors." Lena assures as the metal door opens. She steps inside. Not hearing any footsteps following her, she looks over her shoulder and sees Kara rooted in her spot. "Let's go." she extends her hands toward Kara who takes it tentatively.

She clasps their hands together, ignoring the warmth spreading from her core all throughout her body.

Kara is her friend, nothing more.

They continue to walk through the white hall until they reach the door at the end. It opens and suddenly they're inside the front of the museum where a group in navy blue blazers meets them with polite smiles.

"Good evening Ms. Luthor," a woman, the museum curator Kara assumes, greets.

"Ms. Young." Lena stands tall, assuming a posture that exudes elegance and resonates power, a product of her elite upbringing. "Thank you for allowing Ms. Danvers and I to view the new exhibit before opening to the public."

"It was my pleasure." the elder woman smiles kindly. "I understand how busy someone of your stature gets and it's the least I could do for one of our most generous patrons." there are perks to being a Luthor after all. "I also wish to thank you for expressing interest in our newest display." the whole exchange seems so refined that Kara thinks the curator's going to curtsy.

"Thank you." Lena begins to walk away from the museum crew. "What would you like to see," she finds herself cut off before she can finish.

Kara's wrapped her arms around her waist, face nuzzled against the crook of Lena's neck, as she gives the CEO the most enthusiastic hug she's ever experienced. Lena smiles as she returns the favor enveloping her limbs around the taller woman's neck.

"No one's ever done anything like this for me before." Kara whispers.

"You mean no one's ever taken you to a museum after hours so you could view an exhibit that hasn't even been opened to the public yet?" Lena teases and Kara chuckles heartily. "I'm glad to be your first."

"Thank you." she knows this means a lot to Kara.

Her time in Kara's apartment allowed her to see the blonde's other passion aside from writing. Apparently Kara just has a creative soul. She likes painting and based on what Lena's seen she has talent.

"It's really no trouble." all she did was throw some money around.

Kara loosens her hold on the dark haired woman before reclaiming her personal space and Lena denies that she misses the blonde's warmth but then she realizes there's a concentration of it around her hand.

She looks and sees that Kara's interlocked their fingers, her grip tight yet gentle around Lena's appendage.

"What should we see first?" Kara is bouncing on her feet, unable to contain her excitement. All Lena can do is shrug as she tries to contain her own emotions. "Ooh, maybe just work our way around the entire gallery?" her suggestion is met with an agreeable smile. "Let's start then." she gently pulls Lena toward the east wing of the museum.

Lena's listening as Kara explains the brilliance of the chiaroscuro method of painting. She watches how baby blues shine with mirth and appreciation as she looks upon the work of the masters.

But in the midst of all the beautiful artwork, she finds that all the paintings and sculptures fail in comparison to Kara.

It isn't just about her physical beauty. Of course she'd have to be blind to not notice how gorgeous her friend is with her golden hair, shapely face, beckoning lips, and oceanic eyes. Kara Danvers is bewitching because she exudes a radiance that Lena's never beheld.

Lena's convinced that Kara is living proof that corruption, greed, and power aren't the only things that surround her world. There's an abundance of good and Kara's showing her just where to look.

Kara is passion without the maniacal frenzy. Her fiery fervor sets the icy walls around Lena's heart ablaze. She's righteous but not arrogant enough to believe she knows better than the rest of the world. Her virtue and pure intentions make Lena want to be better just so she could walk in Kara's light.

Lena could do nothing but fall.

She hadn't ventured into this wanting anything more than friendship from the bubbly reporter but as she stands in the gallery she finds that it's inevitable. She was like a moth and Kara was that hot flame she'd been deprived of her entire existence.

She cocks her head to the side, eyeing the blonde who hasn't let go of her, even as she has her free hand waving freely as she talks about the brilliance of Bouguereau.

Lena runs her thumb across the back of Kara's hand. The reporter offers a soft squeeze in return and sends her a smile but she doesn't bother releasing Lena's appendage and the CEO isn't quite certain what she should make of this particular development. She needs more data to make an accurate analysis but she can't help but hope.

Perhaps she can make certain she won't be the only one falling.

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