This was awkward sometimes.
Lena had put her penthouse on the market after the wedding and had moved out. The odd part was that she had sort of moved into Karaâs apartment, sleeping in a nest of blankets and pillows on the sofa, doing work for her new charity enterprise on a latop, watching tv or reading, taking naps in the afternoon sunlight.
She looked so happy. She went for jogs in the morning and still went to the fitness club three times a week but sheâd filled out more, her face was a little rounder, her little tummy a little tummier. There was color in her cheeks and she spent a lot of time with makeup off and her hair down in soft waves- and without saying anything sheâd simply stopped dying her hair.
Kara was shocked by that; utterly shocked. She had fifty different kinds of super senses (she didnât tell anyone, but she could feel electrical fields like a shark) and had never realized that Lena dyed her auburn hair to fit in with the black-haired Luthors. The black had faded out and she looked even more breathtaking, had somehow become the most sublime creature on earth, despite already owning the title.
She was free. She was herself. She was lying on the couch in shorts and had pulled up her hoodie to bare her stomach after a morning run. She had a fan blowing cool air from the windows over her body, and seemed to be half dozing, her hair fanned back over the arm of the couch as she lay with her eyes closed and one hand hanging off to her side as the other curled lightly and rested on her belly, just below her breasts.
Kara was staring and knew she could be caught. She wasnât a robot; the urge to just take a quick x-ray peek under there was brutal, and in spite of herself she imagined what Lenaâs overwhelming dĂ©colletage must look like in the sports bra she must have had on under her hoodie. Her eyes followed the lush lines of Lenaâs thighs and calves, and Kara found herself standing over her.
Kara would never say this out loud, but humans smell. Their odors are so pervasive that she used to gag at them living in the Danvers house until she got used to it. Eventually she learned to recognize scents and identify her people that way, but some humans just downright reeked and it was hard to tune out, like her other senses could be.
Even at her most sweaty and musky, even when Lena even proclaimed herself gross, she smelled *lovely*. She was intoxicating. Beneath the perfume and lingering scent of shampoo and whatever else, he had her own musky tang of sweat and body oils and pheromones and one time Kara even smelled her laundry while she was away from the apartment.
Okay, not just her laundry. Her underwear, and it was several times. Not one time.
Fine! Every time! She liked it, okay!
Kara almost jumped through the ceiling, literally, and yelped.
âYouâve been staring at me for five minutes,â said Lena.
âI have?â Kara chirped. âYes, I guess I have. I was lost in thought.â
About licking you to taste your sweat, Kara thought.
âOh, um, I donât know, daydreaming I guess.â
âSo you were standing there for several minutes daydreaming as you stared at me?â
Before Kara could answer, Lena rolled onto her side and looked at her. Kara practically trembled; the way she was posed on the couch wasnât even pretending to be comfortable, displaying the sweeping curves of her back and her⊠her big butt, which had gotten bigger while she lived here, and now it was obvious how her heavy breasts filled out even a baggy hoodie.
Kara licked her lips. âYou know, stuff.â
Lena smirked for a moment, then stood up and padded over light on her bare feet. Kara was in jeans and a tank top after sheâd tossed her light flannel on the laundry pile.
âWhy did you go to spin class with me? You obviously donât need to exercise.â
âI really just wanted to hang out. It was an excuse to spend time with you.â
âMmmm,â said Lena. âYou never missed a class. Not until we fought.â
Kara was trying to think of what to say but could only let out a little squeak when Lena gripped her big belt buckle and tugged, hard.
Kara Danvers, Supergirl, the most powerful being on Earth (she pretended Clark was stronger but sheâd already shown she was, on several occasions) instantly moved when Lena Luthor pulled her closer. Her heart was hammering in her chest and sweat popped on her chest and neck and back despite the cool breeze and oh God was this happening, what was happening?
Lena looked her up and down, very pointedly lingering on her lips and her own full breasts in her tank top and was acutely aware that she wasnât wearing a bra, what was she thinking walking around like this?
âKara, do you like me living here?â
Kara swallowed hard. âYouâre not thinking about leaving are you?â
âAnswer the question, darling.â
âI love⊠having you here.â Her voice hitched just a bit. Before Lena said anything else, âI wish you could stay forever and we could be best buds living together, but I know eventually someoneâs going to snatch you up and youâll want to go live your own life. Iâll be happy for you but Iâll miss you.â
Lena looked away. She didnât move away but she looked down, then rested her head on Karaâs chest.
âWe need to talk about this. Someone already has snatched me up.â
Kara felt a sudden hollow form in her belly. It constricted her breath and she felt like cold water had been dumped on her head.
âI know why you always went to spin class with me, Kara. I told myself that it was in my head. Iâve been hurt that way before- the straight best friend is a girl painful thing sometimes. Iâm terrified of what might happen now but I have to take this chance, Iâll never really be happy if I donât.â
âWhat chance? Straight best friend? Lena, what are you talking about?â
âI have⊠I have feelings for you. I hope Iâm not misreading this, but I feel like you do too.â
Kara felt like she was hearing the words underwater, or from far away.
Kara barked out a laugh. âStraight? Thatâs a human term, Lena. Iâm an alien. Iâm not straight.â
Lena hesitated, still gripping Karaâs belt. Kara could hear her heart racing and see heat blooming across her body, a subtle infrared glow painted over her cheeks and chest and⊠lower.
Lenaâs hand was on her flank now. Kara pulled her in closer and her eyes went wide with surprise.
âI didnât want to scare you off,â Kara murmured. âOr freak you out, or ruin our friendship.â
Lena still had a death grip on Karaâs belt, but her other hand now went lower.
As if to erase any ambiguity about what they were discussing right now, Lena slid her hand between Karaâs thighs. Her eyes shot wide.
Kara licked her lips. A wave of fear and nervous energy rolled through her. Even in her secret Lena fantasies this was always the difficult part.
Kara leaned down, an arm around Lenaâs shoulders, her other hand resting gently but possessively on Lenaâs ass.
âIâm an alien, Lena. Iâm not human, Kryptonians donât work the same way. Especially if thereâs same sex attraction involved.â
Sheâd practiced that little speech in her head a thousand times, getting hot just thinking about it.
Lena licked her lips. âOh. I have to admit, Iâve wondered a few times. This isnât the first time Iâve noticed your pants stretching a little. Or felt it pressed against me. I was wondering because it happens around me a lot. I even saw Alex and Kelly cracking up over it at the wedding reception.â
Lena wasnât just resting her hand there. She was⊠doing things and it was making every muscle in Karaâs body tense, making her hips rock a little harder each time as instinct took over.
âItâs for you,â Kara purred. Literally, a deep basso rumble rolling from the depths of her chest.
Lena looked up at her. She yanked on Karaâs belt.
Kara cut her off with a kiss. A deep kiss, a hungry kiss, the kind of kiss she really wanted all those times she kissed Lena on the cheek. A kiss that seared I love you like a brandy, and Lena kissed her back harder, so deeply, so filthily, that Kara was overwhelmed between the kiss and Lena now fully grinding on her.
She did the only logical thing and scooped her up. Lena giggled and locked her legs around Karaâs waist and Kara lunged into the bed. Clothes went everywhere but the hamper and they didnât even think about little things like separating their laundry or whether the neighbors would hear such exclamations as âoh Rao, Lena itâs so hotâ or âKara, are you vibrating?â or the dozens of âI love you/I love you too/Iâm sorry I hurt youâ declarations that melted into wordless moans and finally into focused, almost insistent panting until Lena was murmuring âI need to restâ followed by Karaâs bare feet on the hardwood floors as she went to get a bottle of cool water and some warm towels.
Lena nodded off after Kara swaddled her in blankets and hydrated her. Kara lay back on the bed with her arms folded behind her back.
She herself nodded off eventually, splayed out relaxed on her bed.
When she woke up to the sound of a key in her lock she tensed, but sat up bleary eyes as she recognized a familiar heartbeat and quickly checked with X-Ray vision.
âKara! Youâre not answering your phone and I canât raise Lena either, are you in here? Are you okay? Itâs been three days!â
âAnd what the fuck is that smell?â
âFucking finally,â she muttered under her breath. âJust call me when youâre done sticking your heroic might in her swampy lair.â
âFuck off, Alex,â Lena said, then went back to snoring.
Kara flopped back down beside her.
