It comes more often now, the sound of Lena tapping. Unlike Kara's habit of knocking on available surfaces while biding her time, Lena's finger taps are as quiet as the rest of her, and arise from a sense of anxiety rather than boredom.
It doesn't happen during meetings. No, there Lena remains as poised and refined as ever, projecting confidence and surety in everything she did. But when she allowed her guards to recede, her fingers often found themselves moving in unconscious rhythm.
Kara never mentions it, but she hears it. From clear across the city, she senses the soft little dance of Lena's fingers, unnoticed by most anyone else, sometimes even Lena herself. Every time, Kara simply smiles to herself, and makes a note to ask Lena how her day went.
The only time she addresses it in the moment is on the day of their wedding, when she hears a tapping against Lena's boudoir in the next room over. Earth traditions be damned, Kara slips through the adjoining door and crosses to where Lena sits in her gown, staring at herself in the mirror.
"Hey," Kara says, settling her hands atop Lena's bare shoulders. "You okay?"
Lena takes a wavering breath, but nods. "Yeah."
"Talk to me," Kara prods gently. She looks at Lena in the mirror until green eyes lift to meet hers.
"I don't know," Lena says finally. "I don't know if I'm nervous, or..."
Lena's fingers cease their tapping, as she lifts one hand to rest on Kara's where it sits on her shoulder.
"No," Lena breathes. "Not about this."
Kara smiles. Leaning down to press a careful kiss against Lena's elegantly pinned hair, she then lets her chin rest there, still holding Lena's gaze in the mirror.
"Then nerves or no, whatever you're feeling is okay. You're not in this alone."
Lena leans back into Kara's front, sighing to release the last of her tension. "I know."
Then, more quietly, in a low, honest voice. "I love you."
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