Kara Zor-El/Supergirl in live-action:
- Helen Slater in Supergirl (1984)
- Laura Vandervoort in Smallville (2001-2011)
- Melissa Benoist in Supergirl (2015-2021)
- Sasha Calle in The Flash (2023)
- Milly Alcock in Supergirl (2026)
Summary: Kara's space escapades are lasting longer than usual. Clark sees the way it's affecting you and tries to convice his cousin to come back to Earth.
An: So I saw the movie and I'm obsessed. We need more fics expeditiously.
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Kara always came back. Time varied on her returns but you knew she’d eventually find her way back home.
You didn’t have a lot of contact with her when she wasn’t on Earth. There were a few times you got lucky and happened to be around Clark during a call, but it was pretty rare.
He checked in a lot when Kara wasn’t around. You loved him for it, he was a good friend. He knew you had feelings for his cousin and though he wasn’t an expert he was pretty sure Kara felt the same way.
Whenever he got a hold of her, he’d always mention you. In fact you were the only thing on the planet that Kara ever asked about.
You knew she had some self discovery to work through. You weren’t mad at her for it. If you were in her position you’d probably handle it the same way.
“What’s on your mind?”
You were out for lunch with Clark.
You sigh, “Kara.”
He pouts a little, “I miss her too.”
“I know she’ll come back, she always does. I just wish she’d stay here a little longer.”
“I think you should tell her that when you see her,” he pushes just a little.
You mumble, “Whenever that is.”
The Kryptonian hates seeing you like this. Later that day he tries to get ahold of Kara. His usual cautious disposition falls away.
“You know I’m not the only one who wants to know when you’re coming back. Y/n misses you a lot,” Clark says to the monitor.
It didn’t seem like Kara had much interest in the conversation until she heard your name.
“Did you tell her I’d be back soon?”
Clark sighs, “I did. She knows you’ll come back, but…”
“But what Clark?”
“Kara, I know you’re going through something. I know you’ll figure it out too. Just know that there are people here who want you around, that need you,” he levels with her.
Kara looks at the ground before responding, “Are you saying that she needs me?”
Clark clears his throat, “I am. She’s always asks about you, how you’re doing. Lately she just asks when you’re coming back and every time I give her the answer I can see it hurting her.”
Kara groans at the feelings stirring up inside of her. “Tell her-”
“I really think the next time she hears from a Kryptonian it should be you,” Clark cuts her off.
He’s the one to end the call for once.
Krypto climbs into the woman’s lap. He senses the decline in her mood. She strokes his back a few times.
“It’s time to go back buddy,” Kara sighs.
Even if she didn’t want to leave yet, she would do it for you. Admittedly she’s been off of Earth longer than she would usually be gone for. The blonde was thinking of not going back.
Her cousin would be fine, he’d keep the world safe. He’d keep you safe.
Kara hadn’t accounted for you wanting to see her. In hindsight she should’ve. She knew that there was something brewing between the two of you, but part of her was hoping that the distance would help.
It was not helping her and according to Clark it wasn’t helping you either.
“What do I even say to her?” Kara put her head in her hands.
Meanwhile back on Earth you had given up on your day. Everything was going to shit. You were late for work, you spilled coffee all over yourself, you left the assignment you were supposed to be working on at home, and that was all before the lunch you had with Clark.
It wasn’t the man’s fault, but all lunch did was make you sad. You were reminded of how long she had been gone. Your mind became clouded with images of her and memories of your time together. It was too much.
You didn’t return to work, opting to just go home. You changed into something more comfortable before heading straight for the couch. There wasn’t anything you wanted to watch, but you turned the tv on anyway.
You curled into yourself and stared at the tv, hoping to find some interest in it.
You fall asleep at some point after being emotionally and mentally drained from your day. It had been a few hours before you’re startled awake by a knocking at the door.
Groggily you get up. You rarely have any visitors, so naturally assume it’s Clark.
“Superman it’s late,” you say as you swing the door open.
“Different Kryptonian.”
You raise your gaze to see a timid blonde standing there. For a moment you just stare at her, but eventually you’re throwing yourself in her arms.
If she were any less super she would’ve fallen over at the force. She holds you tightly against her.
“You’re back,” you say without pulling away.
“Yeah,” there’s comfort in the way she says it.
Kara melts into your embrace. She finds herself kissing the top of your head. She had missed you, more than she wanted to admit at first.
However with the way you were clinging onto her, she was willing to admit it a little more.
“As much as I love standing out here with you, I think we should go inside,” the blonde pulls away just a bit.
You blush, “Yeah of course come in.”
She follows you to the living room, taking a seat next to you.
“So how was it? Another space adventure for Kara the Kryptonian,” It’s jovial when it leaves your mouth.
The look in your eyes says something different. There’s a sadness there, something that Kara hates to see.
So she’s honest.
“Nothing good ever happens when I’m in space. I only go there to get fucked up and try to feel normal.”
You shift so that your entire body is facing her. Your hand reaches out to her, “You’re normal in all the ways that count.”
She takes it, chuckling lightly, “I’m literally an alien.”
“Yes but I see all of the good qualities of humanity in you,” you tell her earnestly.
Her eyes soften as they peer into yours, “I missed you.”
“Then stay longer this time,” you divert your gaze when you say it.
Kara’s hand tentatively cups the side of your face. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“It’s hard when you’re not around.”
“What’s hard?”
You look at her, “Everything.”
You lean in so that your forehead rests against hers. You can hear her breath hitch.
“I’m going to stay.”
“Kara-”
She’s kissing you as soon as her name falls from your lips. It’s not innocent and sweet like first kisses usually are. There’s a rawness to it, a desperation, she needs this. You need it too.
As the kiss escalates, you climb into her lap. Her hands slip under your shirt, not exploring, just resting against your skin.
“I should’ve been here to do that a long time ago,” Kara pulls away to look at you.
“I agree.”
She laughs, and it makes warmth spread through your chest. She’s here, this is real. Her lips on yours, her laughter in your ears.
“What’s that look for?”
You smile, “I’m just processing that this is real. Like I’m not dreaming, you’re actually here.”
She kisses you again, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
You close your eyes, “You can’t promise me that Kara.”
“Look at me.” She doesn’t continue until your eyes are on hers. “I’m not going to space unless I have to because this is my home. Here with Clark, with you, is where I want to be. If I have to go back to space, I’ll give you a timeline, we’ll call. If I have to fly back to Earth every day I will because it’s important to me. You are important to me.”
You let your insecurities speak once more, “More important than a friend?”
Kara doesn’t hesitate, “Y/n I’ve wanted to be more than friends for a long time now. I’m a mess of a person. A part of me thought if I left, you’d be taken when I came back. I don’t know if I deserve to be with someone like you, but fuck it’s all I want.”
“There’s no one more deserving,” you tell her.
She shakes her head, “There might be, but they won’t get the chance. I’m not fucking this up. As of now you’re mine and I don’t plan on losing you any time soon.”
You smirk, “Is that so?”
She nods confidently, “Yep.”
You roll your eyes, “As long as you know you’re mine too Supergirl.”
“Kiss me one more time, I think I need a reminder.”
You’re quick to oblige. Eager might be a better descriptor. The two of you stay like that all night. Wrapped up in each other, small conversations about things the other had missed. There’s a familiarity but also a brand new closeness. It’s a feeling that neither of you are willing to part with.
summary: Kara asks you to babysit Krypto while her and Clark deal with some business elsewhere. Turns out, Krypto has a hard time staying clean.
word count: 3.7k+
pairing: kara zor-el x fem!reader
notes: uhhhh... hello??? this is my first full wlw fic and it's inspired by my own dogs. also, why do the supercousins both have to be so hot?????? i'm dying over here
warnings/tags: no use of y/n, fluff fluff fluff, kara and clark live together, krypto is a menace, bath time!, clark is awkward as usual, idk really know what to tag so yeah
It wasn’t much of a problem when Kara asked you to watch after Krypto while her and Clark handled some super-business elsewhere; you had done it many times before. Kara handed you the keys to their apartment, kissed you and Krypto goodbye, and flew off into the sky with her cousin.
Normally it was simple: you would take a good long walk with Krypto, let him tire himself out as much as possible, and by the time you got back to the apartment he would fall asleep as soon as he laid down.
Except this time he seemed intrigued by the dog park you normally pass by and you decided to make a pitstop, and that’s where it all went downhill. Krypto didn’t want to play with the other dogs, he instead broke free from the leash and started to chase squirrels around the small park, landing himself in mud on more than one occasion.
So by the time you got back to their apartment, you knew you couldn’t let Krypto touch anything. The second the elevator doors opened, you planted both hands on his muddy chest and gave him the kind of look you had seen Kara give him when he tried to bring a piece of satellite debris inside like it was a toy. “No couch,” you warned, already struggling to keep him in place because Krypto was vibrating with the kind of joy only a dog covered in mud could feel. “No bed, no rugs, no flying onto the ceiling, no shaking, and I know you understand me.”
Krypto blinked up at you with wide, innocent eyes, his white fur now several different shades of brown, and then his tail wagged hard enough to thump against the hallway wall. He took one hopeful step toward the apartment, and you immediately tightened your grip on the leash. “Don’t even think about it,” you said, fumbling with the keys Kara had given you while trying to keep his muddy paws from touching the door. “Clark already looks like he’s one surprise away from writing a formal apartment rules list, and I’m not being the reason he has to mop muddy paw prints off the ceiling.”
The door opened, and Krypto tried to bolt inside like he had suddenly remembered every soft surface he had ever loved. You caught him around the middle with both arms, which would have been more impressive if he hadn’t been a super-dog and if your shoes weren’t slipping slightly on the floor from the mud already dropping off him. “Bathroom,” you grunted, practically dragging yourself more than him. “We’re going straight to the bathroom, and you’re not going to act like I’m betraying you, because this is entirely your fault.”
Krypto made a small, offended sound, but he let you guide him down the hall, mostly because you kept one arm hooked around his muddy chest and the other hand clamped on his leash. He kept looking over his shoulder at the living room like he was deeply considering making a run for it, and you kept steering him harder toward the bathroom. “Do not look at the couch like that,” you said, breathless by the time you reached the tile. “That couch has done nothing to you, and Clark is probably attached to it.”
The bathroom was clean in a way that made you feel instantly guilty for what was about to happen to it. Clark’s towel was folded neatly on the rack, Kara’s things were in a little pile near the sink, and there was a bottle of shampoo sitting beside what you were pretty sure was Lois’ hairdryer from the last time she had stayed over and left half her things behind. You stared at the bathtub, then at Krypto, then at the mud already caking around his paws. “Okay,” you said slowly, rolling up your sleeves. “This is fine. This is very normal. People bathe dogs every day.”
Krypto sneezed, which sent a tiny spray of mud onto the lower cabinet, and you closed your eyes for one long second before pointing at the tub. “In,” you told him, using your sternest voice, the one that usually worked when he tried to sniff your food too closely. He stepped one paw into the tub, then another, and for one beautiful moment, you thought he was going to cooperate. Then he lifted his head, looked directly at the shower curtain like it had personally challenged him, and floated three feet into the air.
“No,” you said immediately, reaching up and grabbing him around the stomach before he could drift any higher. “Absolutely not. Kara trusted me with you, and I am not explaining to her that you escaped bath time by using aerial superiority.” Krypto huffed, his paws paddling gently in the air, and you pulled him back down into the tub with a wet squeak of mud against porcelain. “Thank you,” you said, still holding him down with both hands. “You are so brave… but you’re also disgusting.”
You turned the water on carefully, testing it with your wrist first because Kara would absolutely know if you gave her dog water that was too cold or too hot. Krypto watched the stream hit the tub like it was a brand-new scientific discovery, then stuck his nose under it and immediately sneezed again. “Don’t inhale it,” you said, grabbing the detachable shower head and trying to wet the muddiest parts of him. “You’ve flown through space and fought criminals, I know running water isn’t where we fall apart.”
The mud started sliding off him in thick brown streaks, turning the bottom of the tub into something that looked deeply unfortunate. Krypto lifted one paw, stared at the dirty water, and then began trotting in place, splashing water up the sides of the tub and all over your shirt. “Krypto!” you said, trying not to laugh because laughing would only encourage him. “No running in the bathtub! That feels like a rule I shouldn’t have to say out loud.”
He trotted faster, delighted by the splashing, and the water slapped against the curtain, the tile, your jeans, and somehow the mirror, while also making the shampoo bottle fall right into the tub, making bubbles start to form. You reached for his collar, but he ducked his head and spun in a tight circle, creating a tiny muddy whirlpool around his paws. “Stop!” you said, laughing now despite yourself as water dripped down your face. “Oh my god, Kara is going to come home and think I wrestled a swamp creature in here.”
Krypto barked once, sharp and happy, then snapped his mouth toward the bubbles gathering near the drain. You moved the shampoo bottle out of reach just in time, because his attention shifted to it with alarming focus. “No, you cannot eat that,” you said, holding the bottle high above your head while he stretched his neck toward it. “This is not a snack, this is literally shampoo, and I don’t care if it smells like coconut, you are not eating Kara’s shampoo.”
He made another offended noise, then licked a cluster of bubbles off the side of the tub before you could stop him. “Krypto!” you said, wiping bubbles off his snout with your wet sleeve. “You are making this so much harder than it has to be. I need you to understand that this is a five-minute bath if you behave, and a forty-minute bath if you keep trying to consume soap like it’s part of your diet.”
Krypto stared at you, bubbles clinging to the fur around his mouth, and wagged his tail hard enough to send another spray of water onto the floor. You sighed, squeezing shampoo into your palm and working it carefully into the cleaner parts of his fur first. “Your mother is so lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, scrubbing behind his ears while he leaned into your hands like the entire bath had suddenly become his idea.
He seemed to love the ear-scrubbing part, at least, because his eyes went half-lidded and his body finally relaxed under your hands. You took advantage of his temporary peace and washed his neck, chest, legs, and the underside of his paws, rinsing away as much mud as you could before he remembered he had free will. “See?” you said, working your fingers carefully through a stubborn patch of dirt near his shoulder. “This is nice, we can do nice. We don’t have to turn Clark’s bathroom into a disaster zone.”
The peace lasted until you rinsed his back, because the second the water ran down his spine, Krypto sprang upward with a startled bark and hovered above the tub again. Water poured off him in sheets, dripping all over the bath mat and your socks. You grabbed his front legs and stared up at him, soaked from your hairline down. “I swear, if you touch that ceiling while covered in shampoo, I’m telling Kara you tried to frame me.”
Krypto whined softly, not guilty in the slightest, and you used both hands to pull him back into the tub. He landed with a splash that sent water over the edge and across the tile, and you stood there for a moment, dripping and exhausted, holding the shower head like you were negotiating with a tiny god. “Okay,” you said, breathing out through your nose. “New plan, you stand there, I rinse you, and nobody flies unless there is a building on fire.”
He actually stood still after that, though you suspected it was mostly because he liked the way you were scratching under his chin with one hand while rinsing him with the other. The brown water gradually turned clearer, and the white of his fur came back in patches until he looked like Kara’s dog again instead of something that had crawled out of a construction site. You rinsed him twice just to be safe, because if Kara buried her face in his fur later and got a mouthful of coconut shampoo, you were never going to hear the end of it.
When you finally turned the water off, Krypto shook himself before you could stop him. The spray hit you full force, splattering the mirror, the towels, the sink, and probably places you wouldn’t discover until Clark asked about them three days from now. You froze, eyes closed, arms slightly out, while Krypto jumped out of the tub and stood in front of you looking incredibly proud of himself. “Thank you,” you said flatly, wiping water from your face. “That was incredibly helpful.”
You grabbed the biggest towel you could find and wrapped it around him before he got another chance to shake. Krypto leaned into the towel immediately, wagging his tail as you rubbed him down, and you had to admit he looked painfully cute with only his nose poking out. “Oh, now you’re sweet,” you said, scrubbing the towel over his back. “Now that I’m soaked, the floor is soaked, and the bathroom looks like a pond exploded in it, now you want to be adorable.”
He licked your wrist, and you rolled your eyes while rubbing the towel over his head. “Don’t try to charm me,” you told him, though your voice had already gone soft. “I’m immune to that… Mostly… A little.” Krypto shoved his face against your stomach, still wrapped in the towel, and you gave in long enough to kiss the top of his damp head. “Fine, you’re forgiven, but only because Kara loves you and because you’re cute when you’re not trying to eat soap.”
The towel helped, but Krypto was still damp enough that letting him loose in the apartment felt dangerous. You glanced around the bathroom and spotted the hairdryer on the counter, half-hidden behind a brush and a bottle of lotion that definitely didn’t belong to Clark. “Okay,” you said, picking it up and checking the settings. “This is either Lois’ or Kara stole it from Lois and forgot to return it, which is a problem for them and not for us.”
Krypto watched the hairdryer with interest, his head tilting to the side as you plugged it in. “Don’t bite this,” you warned, aiming it away from him first. “This has electricity, and I’m pretty sure even you shouldn’t chew on electricity.”
You turned it on low, expecting Krypto to bark, flinch, or fly straight up again. Instead, he went completely still, ears perking as the warm air blew against his chest. You moved it a little closer, careful not to make it too hot, and his eyes widened like you had just introduced him to the greatest invention Earth had ever created. “Oh,” you said, watching as he leaned toward it. “You like that?”
Krypto took one careful step closer, then another, then he pushed his face directly toward the warm stream of air, his damp fur ruffling back from his snout, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing too loudly. “No, not that close,” you said, gently guiding his face back with your free hand. “You cannot become one with the hairdryer, we need reasonable distance.”
He disagreed, very strongly, apparently, because every time you moved the hairdryer to dry his side, he shuffled after it, pressing closer until his nose nearly bumped the end. You adjusted the angle, and he followed, you moved to his back legs, and he turned so the warm air stayed on his chest. “Krypto,” you said, laughing now. “I am trying to dry all of you, not just the front half of you.”
He wagged his tail, utterly content, and leaned his whole body toward the hairdryer with the kind of devotion he usually reserved for Kara walking through the door. You worked around him as best you could, one hand rubbing through his fur while the other moved the dryer over his back, neck, and legs. He kept trying to scoot closer, and more than once you had to press your palm to his chest and gently push him back. “Personal space,” you reminded him. “You and Kara both struggle with it, actually.”
By the time you heard the apartment door open, the bathroom floor was covered in damp towels, your clothes were wet, and Krypto was sitting next to the tub like royalty, eyes half-closed while you blew warm air over his chest. You were kneeling beside him, one sleeve pushed up and the other hanging wet around your wrist, trying to dry the last stubborn damp spot behind his ears. “If that’s you, Kara,” you called, raising your voice over the hairdryer, “before you say anything, he was brown when we came in.”
There was a brief silence from the hallway, followed by Clark’s voice, cautious and already concerned. “Brown?”
Kara appeared in the doorway a second later, still in her suit, her hair a little windswept from flying and her expression shifting instantly from confusion to amusement. Clark came up behind her and looked over her shoulder, eyebrows lifting as he took in the wet floor, the muddy towel pile, the shampoo bottle sitting safely on the sink, and Krypto trying to inch his face closer to the hairdryer. Kara’s mouth twitched. “What did my dog do?”
“Your dog,” you said pointedly, because that part mattered, “discovered mud, tried to eat shampoo, attempted to flee bath time vertically, ran laps in the tub, and now apparently believes this hairdryer is the best thing on the planet.” You angled the dryer away for one second, and Krypto immediately leaned after it with a soft, needy sound. “See? This is who you raised.”
Kara stepped fully into the bathroom, biting back a laugh as she crouched beside the tub. “Krypto,” she said, and he finally looked away from the hairdryer long enough to perk up at her. His tail thumped against the floor, sending a small splash of leftover water onto the tile, and Kara reached out to scratch under his chin. “Did you behave for her?”
“He did not,” you said at the same time Krypto barked proudly.
Clark made a quiet sound that was very clearly him trying not to laugh, then looked at the water on the mirror and the damp pawprint on the side of the tub. “I’m guessing the dog park was involved,” he said, leaning one hand against the doorframe while staying far enough back that Krypto couldn’t shake water onto him. “That’s usually where these stories begin.”
“The dog park was involved for maybe ninety seconds before he decided the squirrels were fugitives,” you said, turning the hairdryer back toward Krypto’s shoulder. “And before anyone asks, no, I don’t know how a dog with super-speed still managed to land in every muddy patch individually, but he did. It was honestly impressive.”
Kara looked at you then, really looked at you, taking in your wet shirt, damp hair, bare feet, and the stubborn concentration on your face as you tried to keep the dryer at a safe distance from her extremely spoiled dog. Her expression softened in that way that always made your stomach flip, warm and amused and a little too fond. “You gave him a bath by yourself?”
“I had limited options,” you said, trying to sound casual even though Kara was looking at you like that. “It was either this or let him jump on Clark’s couch while looking like a chocolate lab, and I didn’t think any of us were emotionally prepared for that.”
Clark nodded solemnly from the doorway. “I appreciate your service.”
“You’re welcome,” you said, pointing the dryer toward Krypto’s side again while he tried to follow it. “Also, I used the coconut shampoo, and before you blame me, he did try to eat it twice, so honestly I think I handled that pretty well.”
Kara laughed, low and warm, and reached over to scratch Krypto’s damp head. “He likes coconut.”
“He likes consuming things that aren’t food,” you corrected, moving the dryer away when Krypto pressed too close again. “There’s a difference.”
Krypto whined as the warm air shifted away from his face, and Kara’s grin widened. “Oh, he really does like that thing.”
“He’s obsessed,” you said, letting the air blow gently against his chest again. “He has never been more cooperative in his life. I’m pretty sure if we ever need him to sit still during a crisis, we just bring the hairdryer.”
Clark looked between Kara and Krypto, his expression turning thoughtful in a way that made you instantly suspicious. “I don’t think a hairdryer would be standard field equipment.”
Kara glanced back at him. “You carry tiny snacks in your belt sometimes for him.”
Clark straightened a little. “That’s different.”
“It’s not,” Kara said easily, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to smile too hard because Clark looked like he regretted walking into the conversation. Kara turned back to you, her shoulder brushing yours as she leaned closer to inspect Krypto’s fur. “He’s clean, though. You did good.”
“I did good?” you repeated, arching a brow at her. “Kara, I look like I lost a fight with a sink.”
“You look cute,” she said, like that settled it.
Clark immediately looked at the ceiling, as if he had just remembered he was related to one of the people in the room and did not want to be legally present for flirting. You felt your face warm, but Kara only looked more amused. “Don’t start,” you muttered, turning the hairdryer off for a second so you could hear yourself think. Krypto instantly nudged your hand with his nose, offended by the loss of warm air, and you sighed. “You too? Really?”
Kara leaned in and kissed you quickly, soft and sweet, one hand brushing the side of your damp jaw. It was over before you could fully react, but it still made your breath catch in the embarrassingly easy way she always managed. Clark made a strangled sound behind her and lifted one hand to cover his eyes. “Okay,” he said awkwardly, turning his head toward the hallway. “I’m just going to give everyone privacy. Including the dog, apparently.”
Kara pulled back with a grin, completely unbothered, while you tried not to look as flustered as you felt. “You’ve seen us kiss before,” she said over her shoulder.
Clark kept his hand over his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I need to stand in a bathroom and watch it happen next to a wet dog.”
Krypto barked loudly at the sound of Clark’s voice, then shoved his face toward the hairdryer again like he was trying to remind everyone what the real priority was. You huffed out a laugh and turned it back on low, and he immediately settled, eyes going soft as the warm air ruffled his fur. Kara watched him for a second, then looked at you with that same affectionate little smile. “He might like you more than me now.”
“That’s not true,” you said, even though Krypto had fully leaned his weight into your arm and seemed unwilling to move unless the hairdryer moved with him. “He loves you. I’m just the person currently holding his new favorite object.”
Kara rested her chin lightly on your shoulder, careful not to get too close to the dryer, and Krypto’s tail started thumping again as if he had successfully gathered his two favorite people in one place. “Still,” she said, her voice quieter near your ear, “thanks for taking care of him.”
You softened despite yourself, letting the dryer move slowly over Krypto’s side while Kara stayed tucked close to you. “Yeah, well,” you said, glancing at the soaked towels and the disaster of a floor, “next time you ask me to dog-sit, I’m charging extra for mud removal.”
Clark, already halfway down the hall, called back, “I’ll pay it.”
Kara laughed against your shoulder, and Krypto barked once like he agreed. You looked down at him, at his bright clean fur and his ridiculous, blissed-out expression as he tried to press even closer to the warm air, and shook your head. “You are so lucky you’re loved,” you told him, keeping one hand firm on his chest before he could climb into the hairdryer. “And you are never going to the dog park without Kara again.”
Kara knows how this looks. Clothes strewn from the hallway to the foot of her bed, Krypto snoring from the living room instead of his usual place in her bed, and, most damning of all, the girl beside her, sleeping peacefully on her stomach with an arm draped over Kara’s waist.
Kara gently extracts herself from the bed and trips across the floor, pulling on a random pair of jeans before stumbling into the hallway with Clark, closing the door behind her.
“It’s not what you think,” Kara says.
“And what do I think?” Clark whispers back, eyes wide.
“You tell me!” Kara defends. She can’t come up with something at all reasonable to say without exposing herself and subsequently, the lie she’s been telling Clark. A secret most of the time, dipping into dishonesty on some of the nights he asks to see her and she’s brushed off with a lame excuse.
Giving Krypto a bath. Cleaning the apartment. Wanting to turn in early.
“It looks like you got drunk and hooked up on a planet with a yellow sun! Fully powered, Kara!” Clark admonishes. And yes, okay. From his perspective this is all entirely reasonable and completely appropriate to be worried about. But Kara has just been pulled from her bed at eight in the morning after a very late night, and she can think of nothing else besides climbing back onto the mattress besides you.
“You and Lois—”
“Lois knows!”
“And—that’s—whatever!” Kara flings her arms up and sighs. “Look, Clark, I appreciate the concern. But really, it’s not necessary. Everything is fine.”
“Kara, I know you’re used to doing these things off-planet,” Clark tries. He sets his hands on her biceps, gripping softly. “But here on Earth…things are different. People talk. Superpowered beings are—”
“Kara?” The bedroom door creaks and you step out, wearing only Kara’s Blondie t-shirt. Just seeing you makes her blood pressure drop.
“Hi, baby,” she murmurs, pulling away from Clark and moving towards you. “You sleep okay?”
She cups your cheek in one hand, smiling softly as you lean into the touch.
“Mhm. You run so hot, the bed’s cold without you.”
“I’ll be right back, promise.” She leans down and kisses your forehead, letting her lips press longer than necessary. You hum happily.
“Don’t be too long. You can kick Clark out, right?”
Kara snorts and rests her chin against your head. “For you, yes. If you need incentive to be patient, I can offer a reward.”
“You’d give it to me no matter what,” you tease.
“Go wait,” Kara says, shooing you back into her room. “I’ll kick him out.”
When the door closes, she takes a moment to rest against it. Deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. It’s just Clark. She can do this. She’s fought literal monsters. This is nothing.
(But truthfully—monsters are the easy part. A direct, violent target that needs to be taken down. Heartfelt talks are harder, tangled, always a mess. There’s no defeating the enemy hurting you, there is only the hitching breaths in the silence and the burn of unwanted tears.)
Kara turns around, and is surprised to find Clark watching. He looks—odd. Off. Face softened with slow understanding.
“She knows,” he says softly. “Doesn’t she?”
Kara exhales noisily. “Yeah. She knows.”
“How much?”
“I…” Kara looks around uselessly. How does she even begin to describe it all? The gentle tugging of your love on her soul. Giggles and sloppy kisses on the way home from a bar she can barely get tipsy at. Your hands combing through her hair as she whispers about Krypton, lips brushing your chest.
I love you whispered for the first time by you, in Kryptonian, pressed against Kara’s ear.
“She knows everything,” Kara says.
“You love her?”
And he’s—Clark’s looking at her like he knows. Something in Kara’s chest twinges. Months, she’s been hiding this from him. It was ‘just friends’ in the beginning, Kara unstable and volatile and off-center. She didn’t know she could love like this. That she could have someone to come home to every day, to smile at her or hold her and tell her that everything would be okay.
She was so unsure that she’d be able to keep it. That something wouldn’t drive you away. Kara doesn’t have people. She has herself, Clark. And now: you. And you’ve shown that you’re staying. That you want to be here.
“More than anything,” Kara replies. Her eyes sting.
Clark leaves soon after, and Kara comes back into her bedroom, Krypto darting past her to throw himself onto the bed with you.
“Oh, hi,” you coo as Krypto throws himself wildly back and forth across the bed. “C’mere. You missed us, huh?”
Kara collapses onto the mattress beside you. “Hey, what about me?”
You laugh and reach out a hand to stroke Kara’s hair. “Are you feeling neglected?”
“Yes,” Kara moans. She rolls over on top of you, resting her head on your chest. “Give me attention.”
You lean down and kiss the top of her head. “Anything for you.”
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