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Curiously, he restrained his jovial quips to allow Donna to command the space. Her emotions always took precedent over his own. A rule he’s learned from his mother who suffered in silence to protect the flame of her own love curled in thorns. Kyle would happy lay down to make sure Donna was happy. Even if that didn’t leave room for him to enjoy some love sick happily ever after. “It made you whatever..” his brow creased at her lackluster verbiage. It wasn’t like her to allow the cat to get her tongue.

I just didn’t want to share you in that moment..

The depths of her wantoning confession blew the whimsy right out of his lung. Breath turned to air in an instant before it blossomed unfettered hope. Kyle had always been a glutton for punishment in the name of love. It was what propelled him to his planet after all, right? “…what are you sorry for? For being a little jealous because you like me.” Kyle languid strides closed the gap between them, his hands curling around her waist to drag her him closer. “Tell me that i’ve read this wrong. If you do, I’ll forget what you just said and we’ll slam down some pizza. If not, I’mma take it like I think it is,” his thumb passed along her jaw as he tipped it up to mirror her usual defiant expression. “..and I’m going to do something about it.”

Donna froze as he repeated the words back to her. Or more like translated them. She had been acting that way because....she liked him. And then her own words dawned on her. She had been possessive of Kyle but it wasn’t like how she was with Dick or Kory. She didn’t get upset when she saw them with other girls or guys. And obviously she liked the man before her enough to want that night way back when but....oh by the gods, how stupid was she that she was still denying what was right in front of her?

Because I don’t want to lose him....

There was the missing piece that seemed to continuously hinder her from seeing the rest of the puzzle. She was scared. Not many things scared her but this did. This internal conflicted quelled for a moment as he pulled her closer, studying his expression closely - her eyes flickering from his eyes to his mouth as he spoke with such confidence. Kyle was always joking and sure of himself but this was different. He was confident in her words - more so than she even was - and it settled her fears for the time being.

She leaned instinctively into his hand as he caressed her jaw, meeting his gaze and finally trusting herself to speak again. Hopefully she wouldn’t fuck this up.

“....what are you going to do about it?”

#c: kyle

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The fluttering pattering his heart echoed in his ears in juxtaposition the solid sound of Donna’s footsteps. Kyle jiggled his keys between his callused fingers. Donna’s piercing blues borrowing a hole into the back of his head as he resisted to look at her. Kyle wanted to kick himself in the ass for being so hyperaware of every shifting inch of her posture. The way her met the neck of her neck briefly to uncoil the material of her scarf. To the way she’d withered at the realization of her drunken escapade. “It’s all good,” he hummed. Kyle didn’t mind the repair or the way she’d smashed into his life. “You know I’ve always liked that open concept shit,” he scuffed. He rubbed at the back of his neck.

Kyle peered back up at her to acknowledge her “apology” with a distorted expression filled with confusion. A date? When did I go out on a date….Ada. “I think you’ve got it mixed up…” his words teeming with the sweeping justification before being stilled by her confession. “..you’re jealous?” He couldn’t help but smirk. He’s seen every emotion imaginable elicited from her but jealousy wasn’t one of them.

“Why would you be jealous, D?” Kyle slinked closer to her with a renewed sense of glee firing through every inch of him.

It’s all good. He was continuously allowing her to be as reckless and foolish as possible because even at her worst he wasn’t even fazed. How did he come to be so patient? And what had she ever done to deserve it? She smiled to herself at the open concept joke - knowing full well his landlord probably didn’t share the same sentiment.

I think you’ve got it mixed up... Her smile switched to a frown as she became puzzled. How could she have misinterpreted it? It sure seemed like a date. She was still running over the night in her head when she heard his tone shift and he grew closer and his question shook her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, when I saw you two. I don’t know, it just made me....whatever. Like i said, it was selfish of me.” she looked up to meet his gaze with an embarrassed smile. “I guess because I saw how much fun you were having and...it wasn’t with me? That’s stupid, I know that’s stupid, but I just didn’t want to share you in that moment. So I’m sorry for that...”

#c: kyle

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Kyle bristled at the soft jab that rolled effortless off her lips. He wished that he didn’t pay as close attention to the pout, pink hue of her cupid’s bow. No matter how he wanted to covet her love for the rest of eternity, it just wasn’t in the cards. Kyle came that conclusion bitterly but allowed for it to roll off his shoulders. If he had her in his life, he’d be contented in concealing the love that fluttered foolishly in his chest. They had responsibilities to shoulder the burdens of the city with a smile. There was no use in adding more weight to world digging into their shoulders; it would be a shared struggle with someone he can dream about. “You just mad you don’t got it like me.” Kyle shimmered his shoulders as he sauntered quickly up to unlock the door. The door swung open flagrantly as he gestured her inside his apartment.

“Still,” the overprotective inflection in his tone couldn’t be tamed; at the end of the day he would always be stuck in this habit. Kyle beheld her beauty with a bated breath. “C’mon, D, you know you never have to announce yourself. I do prefer you use the door instead of the window..have you ever tried to repair a window in the dead of night? My super is about to toss my ass into the cold if I break anything else under this lease.” He grinned. “What’s on your mind? It’s clear you wanna talk and I’m always here to listen.”

Donna stifled a laugh at his dramatic display, nodding her gratitude to him as he held the door open for her. She unwound a scarf from around her neck and pulled the beanie from atop her head as she began to warm up. Her eyes flickered over to the infamous window - it easily stood out from the rest of them as it had obviously been repaired recently. Oops. “Yeah....not my finest moment. Sorry about that. I can pay you back?”

She straightened as he reminded her why she stopped by. “Oh, yes.” Leaning back against the arm of the couch, she took a breath before pushing through the awkwardness that could potentially follow this apology. “I just wanted to apologize. I’ve been sort of distant and it, well...I was being selfish. I saw you on the date that night and you’ve been busy - which is all good of course but I got so used to you always being around that I guess I got a bit jealous. Which is unreasonable I know so that’s why I’m here to apologize...” she spilled her thoughts all in one breath, trailing off finally and studying the carpet pretty intensely as she waited for his response.

#c: kyle

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Kyle ignored the curdling side effect of his excitement and disappointment seeing her. No matter the instance, he’d drop every thing in his path to meet her halfway. Donna had become such an important fixture in his life; yet, she had seemed to drift into the scattered white out that sprinkled Central City with cheer. December swept by and blossomed into a new year with new expectations and unrequited fantasies. He loosened the reigns of his infatuations to allow Donna to choose the path of less resistance. A path that didn’t exactly have him painted in the warmest, or most important light.

We’re just friends. It’s time to give it up.

The little voice in the back of his head fell silent as he’d allowed her energy to engulf him like a dwarf star going supernova. Her flames thawed the chill that had begun to set into his joints. Just like that, all of his resolve had dissipated into thin air like the white puffs of their breath. “You know I gotta keep my babies nice and toasty,” he mused with a bright grin. His thoughts drifted to his newly minted retro ones decked with the bright bully red repping Chicago’s finest. Kyle just peeled back the cellophane to allow them to breath without allowing a single crease to depress into the glossy leather. His apartment was the perfect temperature to allow his collection to sustain their longevity.

“You should have told me you were swinging by, I would have sent an uber.” Kyle scolded. Jogging up the few stairs he barely cleared on his descent down here, he popped the door to his apartment with his hip. “Move that ass, girl.”

Donna stepped inside quickly, although the lobby wasn’t much warmer it did provide some relief from the biting wind. She briefly glanced down at his shoes as she breathed into her hands in effort to warm them up, briefly rolling her eyes at the love the man before her had for his shoe collection. “I would be more concerned about the feet that go inside the shoes but you do you...” she teased as she started towards his apartment, watching him take the stairs almost two at a time to beat her to his front door.

She smiled to herself at these little quirks she had grown to love and expect from him, following him inside an apartment she almost knew as well as her own. “I can fly faster than any uber....I just didn’t account for the wind,” she admitted sheepishly as she began to strip down some layers as the heat began to wash over her. “Sorry to just show up out of the blue.”

#c: kyle

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Swallowing back the bite of chocolate chip goodness with haste, Kyle popped from the coach. His phone clattering from his lap onto the floor as he raced towards the door; he couldn’t allow his precious Donna Troy brave the cold for too long. As he shuffled, he grabbed the first pair of clothing he could, a washed hoodie, and jammed his feet into a black pair of slides. Kyle slipped through the agape slot of the door with his keys handing precariously from his pinky. Taking the steps two by two, he’d reached the bottom to punch in his code to buzz her through the inner annex.

“It’s too damn cold, D.” He hissed. “C’mon on in.”

@donna-darkstar

There had been a shadow that loomed over their holidays and Donna knew it was her fault. They had grown more distant the past couple of weeks as she let her best friend — guy best friend — do his own thing and not be so intertwined with her. Once she had seen him with that girl, she had been doing her best to quiet nagging and needy voice inside her demanding more of him than she was entitled to. She had turned him down after all so what right did she have? The feelings weren’t there....right?

Except when she tried to stop thinking about these thoughts and him they were all that plagued her for days on end. Thus, she had been acting weird so here she was coming to apologize. Apologize for her jealous behavior and for not knowing what she wanted. He didn’t owe her anything but she owed him that.

Shivering in her oversized sweatshirts and large winter coat and beanie, she tucked her phone into her pocket and opened the door as soon as she heard the lock click to let her inside. It had been extra cold out recently and without snow, it was just miserable. “Please tell me you have your heat on full blast. My toes are already turning numb.”

#c: kyle

text: ky

Kyle: No, I didn't know. Tommy set us up.

Kyle: Rude.

Kyle: I'm coming now.

Donna: so you went to the club alone and ran into her? I don't understand

Donna: hurry up it's cold

#text: kyle

text: ky

Kyle: Yes, technically speaking.

[unsent]: shit.

Kyle: Why didn't you say anything? I would have come down already to buzz you in.

Donna: did she not know it was a date?

Donna: that's why I'm texting you now dummy

#text: kyle

text: ky

unsent: It must be real serious if you had to talk to someone else about it.

Kyle: I think there's been a misunderstanding here but yes. Her name is Ada.

Kyle: Where are you now, I'll come to you.

Donna: Misunderstanding? It was a date wasn't it?

[unsent]: sure looked like a date and Kory said it was

Donna: I'm actually just walking up to your door now

#text: kyle

text: ky

Kyle: Hey. Kory loves to gossip, doesn't she?

Kyle: I always have a second for you, D.

Donna: of course she does but only because I mentioned wanting to talk to you

Donna: it's the girl from the club right?

Donna: it won't take long, I promise

#text: kyle

text: ky

Donna: Hey I know you have a date tonight but um

Donna: Do you have a second to talk before?

#text: kyle

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With a infallible delight shimmering behind her gaze, seemingly a perfect match to the verdant irises, Kory waited with barely contained excitement while Donna brought the drink to her lips. Anticipation brimming in her jittery movements and bursting forth as Donna confirm that she, in fact, adored the concoction as much as she. Kory had no reservations about attending the trendiest clubs on her own, she tended to create fun wherever she settled, but nothing would ever compare to spending a night of fun with those she valued dearest. Kory had been effectively and platonically enamored with the dark haired beauty from the very first time they’d exchanged words. It was, essentially, like at first sight.

“I do not have an answer, but the more I drink the more fun I have,” she exclaimed. “Is that not glorious?” As someone who felt and experienced most emotions with such rampant exaggeration no matter how minute, the extraterrestrial could sense deep in her bones that Donna was a keeper. Yet, considering she’d been told on multiple occasions she could be rather imposing and persistent, she attempted to keep her friendly intuition in check. Which lasted for approximately 72 hours before she was dropping by unannounced to Donna’s abode with snacks and hours worth of sappy chick flicks. Now, quite a bit of time later, Dona had become one of of Kory’s best friends. And she adored her so.

“Let’s dance, pretty lady!”

Kory tipped her head back to take a generous gulp of her milkshake flavored drink before gently yanking Donna into the throng, somehow effortlessly finding her way to the center of the floor with but a few shimmy’s and several well times hip swivel. Girl’s night out was a staple in their ever growing connection, and Kory revealed in the nights they could truly let loose and immerse themselves into some non hero activities. It was important, she believed, to take as much time as they were allowed to enjoy their personal lives. So often as a hero you felt such weight on your shoulders, a obligation to remain vigilante. To always be readily available in the event of a calamity. Losing the populace’s faith was heartbreaking, and the hero community had worked tirelessly to recover it. However, Kory had every intention of letting loose tonight.

Apart from protecting innocents from the evils that this tumultuous world so readily administered and preserving what little serenity remained – regardless of how strenuous her efforts – it was her unspoken responsibility to unearth her friend’s merriment. She was always pleased if she could offer even a smidgeon of delight. Occasionally, a little wiggle was necessary to dislodge metaphorical cobwebs. Or, depending on one’s attitude, a gyrate. Kory danced in unison with her companion, blissfully synchronizing her movements. In the small space they’d claimed as their domain, they performed a show just for themselves. “Oh look!” Even though Kory could hear clearly over the raucous beats, she raised her voice so that Donna could pick up her voice. “Is that Kyle?” she proclaimed, still keeping perfect rhythm. Rising into the air, she gazed across the crowd to get a better view of the familiar figure she spotted by the bar. “It is Kyle!”

Donna was already relishing in the warmth of the candy-like liqueur as it seeped between the cracks of her supernatural armor, weaving through the thick outer shell and melting into her system one sip at a time. The raven-haired woman never backed down from a glowing challenge made by the radiant model before her - it was always in the effort to increase their enjoyment by trying all the new, most creative or lively options presented before them, whether it be surprising drink concoctions or the latest night life. Not to mention that Kory also knew just the drinks that would effectively affect their unusually high tolerance for such things.

She quickly threw her head back and finished the rest of her cocktail before she was pulled, laughing and with no protest, towards the vivacious dance floor. As the music boomed through the speakers, she allowed herself to l e t g o. She allowed the bass to match the beat of her heartbeat and closed her eyes to let the melodies wash over her, taking away all the lingering doubts and worries built up in the back of her mind that she constantly kept at bay because she liked being in control and many of those things were out of her control. Instead she twirled around her friend and shook her hips till there was a slight tint of perspiration on their skin.

Donna was only broken out of her exhilaration when Kory exclaimed something. Turning around and moving in closer to hear her more clearly, she quickly realized what she was pointing out. Who she was pointing out. She felt herself abuzz and was about to mention inviting him over when she noticed he was talking to someone and her smile faltered a bit. He was talking to a woman. And suddenly that drink wasn’t sitting so well in her stomach anymore...

#c: kory

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The ever constricting bands on his heart loosened with every failed attempt of Donna’s floundering tongue butchering his first language. Kyle hide his amusement behind the bundled pleats of slick black plastic that had been held so tightly in his fist. If he squinted, he swore it looked like a flimsy bouquet. “Cool it, Duo. That’s enough instruction for the evening. At this rate, you’re gonna start smoking at the temples.” I gotta get her a spanish english dictionary. Kyle turned away from her for a moment to settle the mirth that had fluttered up into his chest and shooed away the nervousness that had rioted chaotically in his stomach. Despite her infinite strength, he still fear that it would take one good crack from the universe to change the course of her fate. Since the incident, he tried his damnedest to fortify her foundation and rid of her the guilt of almost killing Supergirl. She had finally grown beyond that but even the smallest of drunken mistakes could bring them back to square one. Kyle shuddered at the thought of her sinking into the floor that night.

“Yes?” He turned on his heels to take in the innocent pout that turned up her pursed lips. The warm light glossed over her exposed thighs. A shot of electricity crackled through his bones before he straightened up. The trash bag falling to his feet as he gingerly stalked closer to her. “You make it really hard to be a good, god fearing man..” he whispered to himself. “I’ll help if you can promise not to drip that sweet goodness down my back. I like popsicles but I ain’t a big fan in wearing them. Plus, I don’t trust you alone while I shower.” Kyle sucked in a shallow breath as he settled down onto his hunches to peel back the rough material of her jeans. With each new inch of skin being revealed, he reciting yet another sacrament with the thought about his Abuela. How could a sinful thought cross his mind with each strong barrier set forth. Once he had cleared her ankle, his left hand gently caressed her calf with a bitter sweet parting as he lifted up to fold her jeans. “There,” he said sweetly. “You’re free.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun. How did she get home?” He questioned. Donna’s purple stained lips taunted him. Kyle swore that the salaciousness of her actions had been ripped from one of his deepest fantasies. It almost seemed like the universe was testing him.

Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy man….

Leaning into her, he bite a chunk off the top of her ice pop. “All gone.”

The brunette broke into a childish grin as he agreed to help her, nodding absolutely to his one demand in return. “Promise.” she waved the popsicle in front of her chest in a cross my heart motion, already getting dangerously close to marking both of them purple. She fidgeted but did her best to stay still as he freed her from the uncomfortable denim, sucking on the popsicle and wincing every now and then from the bursts of brain freeze. Her feet fluttered in happiness once her legs were free, feeling so much more comfy.

“Uh....I think she flew?” she answered but sounded puzzled by her own words as she tried to recall how they had split ways just a few hours ago. All she could distinctly remember was lots and lots of colorful drinks. Her eyes widened as he leaned in and stole a chunk of her icy treat, not expecting him to go in for a bite instead of a lick, but this quickly changed to a giggle as she touched his lower lip. “You’re purple now.”