Chapter Eight: I Never Used to Daydream

—Three Months Later—

"…Lena?"

Kara paused, realizing that she had been rambling quite a bit through the phone. She was excitedly sharing a story about the showdown between Krypto and a possum earlier that day at the shop (and how they both played dead) when it became apparent to her that she hadn't allowed the woman on the other end much time to speak before she started.

They had been calling and texting each other nearly every night since the wedding, whether it was just to prop the phone up at the other end of the bed on a video call to eventually fall asleep together or bouncing from one subject to another after one too many bowls of ice cream (usually Kara). Regardless of the subject matter, Lena found it far less difficult to find sleep on nights where Kara's voice filled her bedroom.

"Hm? Oh. I'm—" Lena fumbled, seemingly far away in thought.

"Is everything okay?" Kara asked.

An audible sigh came from the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, Kara." Lena began to apologize. "You know, before I met you… I never used to daydream. Now I do it all the time."

Kara paused again before working up the courage to ask, "About what?"

"About you."

For months Lena had been patient with Kara's emotional availability, letting her approach certain conversations on her own time, or simply not at all. Lena didn't have any desire to push Kara to open up to her. She simply enjoyed every minute of the time that Kara had for her in between work and helping around town when and where she was asked.

Hinges on a screen door open and shut on Kara's end of the phone then, and the blonde's voice came through again clear as day, "Listen, I wanna to see you again. And I—" She stopped for a moment to clear her throat. "I'd do damn near anything to make that happen."

"…would you get on a plane?"

"Yes." Kara answered without a drop of hesitation.

Kara had never been on a plane before.

Honestly more afraid of getting lost or something happening to her bag, she managed to relax as soon as the airliner left the runway and was headed toward the clouds. Having an engineer's mind set her nerves at ease when it came to flying, apparently. She was one of those passengers that stared out of a window the entire flight and used the bathroom just to see how it worked. Altogether, it was a three hour and forty-five minute escape from reality until she touched down at JFK.

"Would you really?"

"Yes. I'd be there tonight if I could."

Kara had booked a flight as soon as she could for that weekend and Lena, in turn, had cleared her schedule for the next few days. When Kara had told Clark that she was going out of town and wouldn't be coming into work for the next few days, he pressed her for more information. Without any malice or ill-intent of course, her cousin just had a habit of not knowing when to quit. It was the main reason they got into as much trouble as they did when they were children. After about the fourth time he asked about Kara's trip that Friday, she caved and told him that she was "visiting a friend". In response, he had barked out a laugh and teased, "what friend?" to which he then promptly found himself dodging a wrench. That shut him up for the rest of the day.

Now back on the ground in New York, Kara followed the airport terminal signs that led to public transit, which dumped her outside in front of several busy lanes of traffic. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the sight of a man in a suit holding a sign that said "Danvers". With a grin, she approached the man, assuming that he was Frank, Lena's driver. Lena often took calls with Kara in the car while on her way to different meetings and it wasn't before long that Kara had taken to shouting, "Goodbye Frank!" before they let each other go, which she would regularly make Lena put her on speakerphone to do so. It got a laugh out of the raven-haired woman every time, so naturally, Kara really had no choice in the matter. Making Lena throw her head back with laughter had become the highlights of her days.

"Frank?" Kara asked tentatively.

"Ah, Miss Danvers. Come along, Miss Luthor will be expecting you." Frank said.

"Still Miss Danvers, huh." Kara quipped.

The man's stony and professional demeanor nearly broke with a smile. "Yes, Miss Danvers."

Kara chuckled.

We'll be friends. He likes me, he just doesn't know it yet.

Soon enough her head was craned to look out of yet another window as she was driven through narrow, city streets. They took turn after never-ending turn for what seemed like well over an hour, but at the same time it hadn't felt like they traveled very far at all. She had never seen so many people in one place before. Except for Dallas maybe, or Austin during rush week or spring break. Everything was so cramped together, the buildings, the sidewalks, the streets… There were almost too many things to look at and she began to feel a little overwhelmed. Kara did feel a bit like a fish out of water, and whether it was the anxiety of being in a new and completely unfamiliar place or seeing the woman who invaded her every waking thought for three months, her heart began to race. Eventually they pulled into a garage space and the car came to a stop in front of an elevator.

Frank turned his head then toward the back of the car through the lowered partition window. "You can press the button for 'P' in that elevator there, Miss Danvers. Take this." He reached back to hand her a keycard. "That will take you straight to where you need to go. The floor won't open without it."

Kara took the card and peered out of the car window at the elevator. "Alright, thanks Frank. See you later!"

Frank merely nodded his chin and gave her a polite smile. Kara then climbed out of the back seat with her single bag and rode the elevator to the level marked 'P'. It gave a charming -ding- and then the doors opened. Kara's racing heart was now hammering behind her chest as her boots clicked onto the polished floor of a round entryway. Everywhere she seemed to look were tall, pure white walls that were decorated with different sized and shaped mirrors. Kara hoisted the strap of her bag over a shoulder and forged ahead. Was the entire floor Lena's apartment? The blonde felt dizzy as she looked up toward the high ceiling and down further into what appeared to be a very open and modern floor plan. A statue of a woman wearing a quiver of arrows stared blankly at Kara as the echoing sound of her bootheels on smooth, poured flooring filled the space around her. A small antlered deer carved at the base of the statue seemed to hide behind the woman's legs, as if knowing it would be safe and protected there.

Kara was aware of Lena's fondness for all things Grecian and mythos in nature. To Lena, winged goddesses and epic stories of labors, loves and triumphs were very much real, and Kara had spent many nights on the phone listening to the raven-haired woman talk about them at length, sometimes for hours on end.

"Kara?" The voice echoed, but from where Kara couldn't yet discern. She spun on her heels in search of it. That hammering heart behind her ribs? It seemed to be stuck all the way in her throat now.

Lena came walking out from behind a large round pillar, one of the few that occupied the large penthouse floor that Lena called home. She was barefoot, wearing a short silk robe that went as low as the middle of her thigh. Her eyes caught Kara's bright blue ones, and a wide smile grew upon her face.

Kara dropped her bag to the floor and fought to speak past the hard knot in the middle of her throat. "Where do you want me?"

The sound of Lena's exhausted panting in Kara's ear made her squirm, and her back was cold where it met the floor. Lena had pounced on Kara's tall frame almost the second her bag had reached her feet and somehow, they had made it into a completely different part of the penthouse.

Kara blinked around at her surroundings more thoroughly. "Are we in your kitchen?"

Another breath huffed across Kara's cheek as Lena swung the length of her long hair over a shoulder and raised up slightly to look around. "I believe we are, yes." She smiled proudly above Kara, a lovely dimple hollowing there in the middle of her cheek. Kara then lifted up to cradle the smaller woman straddling her hips into her lap.

"Lena, your kitchen is bigger than my house."

The dark-haired woman cast her eyes back down at the woman slightly beneath her, fluttering her lashes with an air of seduction. "Do you want to see the bedroom?"

Kara didn't miss a beat. "Yes. Mhm. Absolut- Yes." She nodded her head up and down with an almost ridiculous eagerness.

They spent the next few hours unable to keep their hands off each other and then Kara's stomach eventually began to growl loudly, and in a very un-sexy way. Lena laughed and chose to shelve her remaining libido for later.

"Is it alright if we order in? I don't exactly have plans to leave this building while you're in it." Lena said, biting the corner of her lip in Kara's direction.

Kara had an arm tucked behind her head on a large pillow against the headboard of Lena's extravagantly large wooden four-post bed. It was complete with canopy and silk ribbon embroidered fabrics that wrapped around each carved corner post. The bedroom itself was massive. A chaise lounge decorated a corner near several wide, floor length windows that overlooked the city down below. Countless stacks of leatherbound and hardcover books in high, crooked towers littered the floorspace around the piece of furniture. Kara noticed there were separate stacks of paperbacks, and some looked to have fallen over into little, clumsy piles. There was very much a "method of madness" going on in that corner of the expansive bedroom, and Kara made a mental note to be very careful if she were to move in that direction. After a few months of non-stop talking, the blonde-haired mechanic knew three things for certain about who she had flown over eighteen hundred miles to see: One, Like Kara, Lena was adopted. Two, she was by far the smartest person she had ever met, and three, she was serious about her books. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or whose book page hath been dog-eared. Kara's eyes continued to wander further toward a large bathroom with a walk-in shower and clawfoot tub and beyond that a closet, which in Kara's opinion, could have doubled as a small bedroom.

Lena's head cocked to the side just out of her peripheral then.

"Huh?" Kara asked, reeling her gaze back in.

"Food, love."

Oh.

"Sure, yeah. Sorry." Kara replied, giving the other woman a sheepish sort of smile that dripped with embarrassment. "I'm not picky."

Lena shot her a playful wink and scooted herself out of the bed, and then stepped out of the room for a moment, presumably to grab her phone and order their dinner. The mere fact that Lena was content to walk around her penthouse completely naked with Kara in it made her heart skip a beat. She only donned her short robe from where it was slipped off of her earlier that day in the kitchen when the elevator entrance emitted a loud buzzer from the rotunda.

Lena hit the button on the wall to allow the doors to part and accepted the bags of food given to her from across its threshold. Shortly after, she re-entered the bedroom with a skip in her step and climbed back up onto her large bed with Kara. She began unpacking the small take-away boxes of delicious smelling Asian cuisine and handed them to her one at a time.

Kara, unaware yet of just how hungry she was, tried her luck first with a fried, folded sort of dumpling. She popped it whole into her mouth and the resulting muffled sound that billowed its way out through her nose was one of great surprise and satisfaction.

"What are these?" The blonde inquired joyfully.

Lena tucked a hand over her lips as she spoke delicately around her vegetable lo mein and answered, "Potstickers."

"Oh my God." Kara stuffed two more into her mouth and chewed happily, her cheeks reminiscent of a chipmunk. "Best thing I've ever tasted." The blonde admitted and quickly followed up with, "Besides you, of course."

Lena lifted her brow at that, impressed with Kara's rising confidence. She wondered how the other woman might spread her wings when so far away from home, because she wanted very much to offer her the freedom to fly.

"You know what would go great with these?"

Lena swallowed and then tilted her head a bit with her curiosity. "No, what?"

"Pizza."

The sound of pure and uninhibited laughter that rose all the way from Lena's toes filled the bedroom and echoed into the rest of the penthouse.

Every so often throughout the rest of the day, Lena was repeatedly struck with the realization that Kara was really there, in her home, and in her bed. She couldn't wrap her head around how the world had managed for so long to hide away this precious person who didn't possess one cruel bone in the whole of her body. The blonde had admitted to her during one of their many late-night talks that she had never even left Texas before. Granted, and to her credit, she also admitted that she had been all over it, the state itself being enormous enough to house mountains, desert, and coastal regions all within its borders.

The more time she spent talking with Kara, the more open she seemed to be when sharing the small, private and sometimes vulnerable parts of herself. If it were relative to a conversation, of course. But the blonde no longer seemed to dance around certain subjects, only now hurrying to a point with as few words as possible in order to move past it. During those times, Lena always allowed her to finish speaking, and rarely asked questions. She found that the more she made herself available to just be a sounding board, the more Kara was willing to bring up the deeper and more difficult, harder to admit parts of herself. She was content to live on Kara's time and was just thankful for each and every millisecond of it.

She spent the rest of the night in Kara's arms and drifted slowly off to sleep, feeling more whole than she had possibly ever felt in her entire life.

Sunlight filtered in through the tall curtains and danced across Kara's face, softly stirring her awake. The blonde was accustomed to rising with the sun and considered herself a morning person, whereas she was pretty sure the woman still slumbering next to her was not. Kara contemplated whether or not to first, but the weaker part of her succumbed and led her to place soft, slow kisses along the graceful curves of Lena's body. She was sleeping on her side, and Kara simply couldn't help herself. The sunlight peering into the bedroom silhouetted the dark-haired woman's sleeping form perfectly: The gorgeous slope from her last little rib down toward her waist and then the climb back up along her hip, the angle of her neck which made the sharp edge of her jaw even more prominent… Every part of her Kara wanted to press her lips against and worship.

She took her time and left lingering kisses down to her thigh and was about to stop where the covers began when she heard Lena take a long inhale through her nose, and then let out a long and pleasant low hum with her exhale. She turned her hips toward Kara, and Kara continued. Lena was warm and pliant beneath her hands as she moved her lips up to her navel, pressing another gentle kiss there.

Another hum.

She was almost sure that Lena was awake now by the way that she was moving. Finally, a heavy breath from slightly parted lips fell into the air. Kara suddenly felt clumsy morning fingers run through her hair and then lifted her head to gaze at the woman above her.

"Please don't stop…" Lena uttered, her first words of the day dripping delicately with desire.

Kara's heartbeat hastened at the request. She lowered her head back down and dragged her lips slowly further downward to between Lena's legs, where she wasted no time traversing the inside of her with her tongue. Apart from the initial jolt that traveled up Kara's hands currently holding the smaller woman down by her stomach, Lena writhed maddeningly under Kara's skilled tongue. The blonde had simply paid attention to every time that came before, and knew what made the raven-haired woman shudder, what made her vocal and what made her come undone completely. Kara had no reason to rush and had every intention of keeping her head between Lena's quivering thighs all morning if she could.

Lena stretched her arms above her and flattened her hands on the headboard of the bed. When she straightened her elbows, the resulting leverage pushed her center further onto Kara's mouth below, which only made Kara draw her in tighter with her arms, trapping her there. Lena moaned loudly and bit her bottom lip hard, darting her hips upwards when Kara came too close to her clit either with the tip of her nose or her tongue. Lena didn't feel like she was crying, but a tear formed and rolled its way out of the corner of her eye. Her breasts rose and fell with the deep breaths that she took, and she felt as though she was running hot enough to consume most of the oxygen in the room. A gasp shot out of her when Kara's arms suddenly rolled her over and on top of her.

"Oh—" Lena moaned, lifting herself upright to clutch the top of the headboard now with her hands. Kara began directing a rhythm of slow, repeated rolls of Lena's hips backwards and forwards onto her tongue as she dragged it up the length of her folds. A low moan of approval came from below when Lena allowed herself to sit lower onto her mouth, continuing her piston-like movements and leaving no space between her cunt and the lips upon them.

"Right there- right there…" Lena whimpered.

One languorous and unhurried revolution after another had the dark-haired woman shuddering and crying out in repetition until she sputtered a menagerie of incoherent words and gripped the headboard so tight that it ran her knuckles white.

Kara eventually slowed and lifted the trembling woman's hips above her, taking a much needed breath. They shifted and returned to their horizontal embrace moments later, absolutely buzzing with the feeling of being wrapped around one another limb by limb.

"Good morning, my darlin'." Kara whispered as she pecked small kisses from one side of Lena's face to the other.

Lena's heart wanted to burst. She was without a doubt hers. She so adored being called "Darling" by Kara, and now that she had placed the word "My" in front of it, it was as though something in Lena's chest dropped and clacked uniformly into place with something else, making her feel like each invisible piece of her soul was now brought together and made whole. Kara had opened her mouth to say something else, but Lena grabbed her by the face with both hands and was kissing her like she would never see tomorrow.

Before long, Kara's stomach made itself rudely known again. The blonde had nearly begged, but Lena was adamant that potstickers were not a breakfast food and so Kara settled for the fresh fruits that were offered to her from the kitchen. She spoke of buttermilk biscuits with white gravy fondly, so Lena promised that she would try them before Kara left to return home to Texas.

"Any chance you'd want to brave New York City today?" Lena shouted from the bathroom as Kara was finishing the last of the kiwi from a tray in the middle of the bed. Kara was sure that Lena owned a dining table, but they had hardly left her bedroom for most of her time there so far. Kara heard the spray of a shower head and leapt out of the king-sized bed.

"Can we do Times Square?" The blonde began to answer as she padded her feet quietly toward the bathroom. "You may have to put a leash on me though, I reckon I might get lost."

A laugh echoed out of the shower. "Yes, Times Square will be fun. But I am not putting a leash on you."

Kara opened the shower door and stepped in with Lena. "That's alright. I think- I may just want to hold your hand instead."

Lena blinked the water from her eyes and placed a hand at the top of the other woman's sternum as she moved her way into the shower.

"That way I don't lose you." Kara finished, kissing the raven-haired woman on her cheek.

"You won't lose me, Kara."