Kara, at work at Catco, gets a text on her phone from Lena inviting her to an evening at the beach. When she shows up at the intended spot as Supergirl, Kara notices Lena is nowhere to be seen. With her super-hearing, she picks up traces on Lena’s voice and notices a tanker sailing into the distance. Fearing the worst, Kara flies after the ship and sees that it’s guarded by men in balaclavas carrying guns. She descends onto the ship and demands the goons tell her Lena’s whereabouts. A battle erupts, ending with Supergirl beating and knocking all the goons out, then she flies down into the ship’s cargo hold.
Coming up to one of the doors in the brig, Supergirl punches the door in and steps into the cell. She then sees Lena wearing a skimpy black bikini with her hands chained to the wall above her head. Lena notices Supergirl and gives her a saucy smirk, then delivers a rather risqué one-liner. How do you imagine Kara responds?
Lena watches Kara gape for a good five seconds before breaking the silence.
“As much as I’m enjoying your appreciation,” she says, allowing a smirk to curl her lips, “I’m fucking freezing.”
In her defense, Lena hadn’t expected the summer afternoon temperature to plummet so quickly when she’d chosen her attire, and she sure as hell hadn’t anticipated being stuff into the frigid hold of a cargo ship. Even so, watching her rescuer’s jaw work soundlessly for a few heartbeats more keeps any true regret at bay.
“O-Of course,” Supergirl stammers. She crosses the hold in a few powerful strides, and gives the chains a yank, snapping the bolt that tethered them to the bulkhead. In the next instant, she sweeps the cape from her shoulders and wraps it around Lena’s scantily-clad frame. It immediately envelops Lena in a pocket of warmth, easing the ache left by the shivers that had wracked her even before Lex’s goons had swarmed her on the beach.
“Thank you,” Lena hums. Her fear has fully abated in the hero’s presence, and when she steps forward, Kara hugs her close, cape and all. The moment of intimacy is out of place on a ship that could very well have enemies prowling its deck, but Lena doesn’t care. She simply sighs.
“So, maybe not the romantic sunset rendezvous on the beach wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.”
She feels Kara twitch in surprise. “Romantic?”
Lena nods. “Yep. Had a whole speech planned, intimate picnic, stargazing…”
“We… can still do that?” Kara breathes into a question, before clearing her throat into something more confident. “If you want.”
Lena smiles. “Another time.” The mood for such romanticism has been thoroughly ruined. But there’s still one thing Lena hoped to salvage from this disastrous night. Rising to her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to Kara’s lips.
She pulls back to find Kara’s cheeks have immediately turned a vivid pink. Even so, an incredulous yet hopeful smile shines back at Lena. “Really?”
Lena chuckles, then kisses Kara again. “Take me home, darling.”
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