Lena steps out of the building into the chill autumn air, breathing a sigh of relief as a fall breeze plucks at the ends of her hair. Hitching her shoulders, she tugs her leather jacket more comfortably around her shoulders. She’s grateful for the fleece trimming the collar– perfect for a breezy autumn afternoon.
Running the foundation is different than piloting L-Corp… there’s less demands on her time from people who assume the worst from her. With the Foundation, people want her to succeed, expect it, even.
Even so, there’s something freeing in the moment she leaves the work day behind.
She nods at the security guard posts out front– a formality, more than for any actual need. There hasn’t been an attempt on her life in months, which is freeing in its own bizarre way.
“Have a good weekend, Tom,” Lena calls. “Tell the missus I said hello.”
“Will do, ma'am,” Tom replies. “No car this evening?”
Lena shakes her head with a grin. “I’ve already got a ride.”
With that, she puts two fingers between her teeth and gives a shrill whistle. It echoes loudly against the buildings lining the street, turning heads along the entire block. Then she starts to count.
Just before she reaches the count of five, another breeze tousles Lena’s hair from a new direction, as Supergirl herself appears at Lena’s side.
Kara beams at her. “You rang?”
Lena saunters up to her, looping her arms around the hero’s neck with a slow, lazy smile. “I did.”
The hands that were perched on suited hips immediately find their home sliding around Lena’s waist, pulling her close. When Kara kisses her, it’s with the same tempered passion as their first– enthusiastic yet reverent.
“Hey,” Kara says, pulling back to look into Lena’s eyes. “Ready to go home?”
In a blink, Lena is hoisted effortlessly into slender arms, bridal style. She endures an unseemly tilt so that Kara can throw a two finger salute in Tom’s direction.
“Miss Kara. Fly safe, now.”
The next thing Lena knows, they’re soaring into the air, a straight shot towards the heavens. Such trips have disabused Lena of her fear of flying– at least when she’s cradled in arms of steel. Now, she thinks she might not mind, if her feet never touched the ground again.
