Lena's eyes slowly open to see bright sapphire ones staring back at her. Kara's already warm smile brightens as Lena blinks sleepily, realizing where she is. Her face flushes as she remembers last night, and her heart starts pounding faster.
Kara, opening the restaurant and car doors for her, taking her for dinner at their favorite place, walking by the waterfront hand in hand, pressing Lena up against the front door, carrying her to bed. It's like a dream, the best dream, only now, she's opening her eyes and seeing Kara, right across from her, hair fanning out on the pillow and warm sunlight hitting her face.
Lena Luthor is normally calm, cool, collected. It takes a lot for her to freak out about something. But, she's kind of freaking out right now. In a good way.
Kara Danvers, her best friend of five years and the woman who she is desperately in love with, had asked her out. Kara Danvers had asked her out and taken her on a date and brought her home. Kara Danvers had kissed her. Kara Danvers had slid her hands up her dress and pushed her back onto the bed and, well…
Now, here she was, the next morning, with Kara's gorgeous face staring back at her. Kara's in bed with her and it's morning and she spent the night and Kara's smiling and Lena feels like her heart is going to explode. It's everything she's ever dreamed about. It's too good to be true. And Lena's freaking out about it. Just a little.
Lena lets out a soft laugh and buries her cheek into the pillow. "Hi."
"Hello," Kara whispers, reaching a hand up to tuck a piece of stray hair out of Lena's face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You just looked so beautiful."
Lena feels her cheeks redden further. "You should look in the mirror, Miss Danvers."
Kara giggles and shakes her head. "You're a goof," she says, drawing close and bringing her lips to meet Lena's. She presses so softly, so gently, and Lena is surely going to die from happiness.
Kara sighs and pulls back, a dopey expression on her face. "Your heart is beating really fast."
Lena's brain hasn't quite kept up with what's going on, and her thoughts tumble out before she can stop them. "Yeah, I'm kind of freaking out right now."
Lena sees the flash of panic in Kara's eyes and she amends quickly, "The good kind! The good kind of freaking out." She gathers Kara into her arms and presses a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Oh, good," Kara relaxes. "Why are you freaking out?"
Lena traces Kara's jawline softly, runs her fingertip lightly over Kara's lips. "I've wanted to do this for so long. I can't believe this is real," she whispers. "Is this real?"
Kara's laugh bubbles out of her. "You better believe it's real! I'm not going anywhere, baby." She says it teasingly, but it doesn't stop a thrill from jolting in Lena's belly at the pet name.
Kara must hear the way her heart skips a beat, because she quirks an eyebrow. "Was it…okay when I called you baby?" she asks, a hint of shyness in her voice. Lena knows she's not only asking about just now. She's asking about last night, when Kara whispered it into her ears as her hands slipped higher up Lena's inner thigh, when Kara moaned it when Lena threw her head back in ecstasy.
God, can Kara not tell by her burning cheeks and racing heart? She's really going to make Lena say it?
"Mmm, I don't know," Lena says slyly, pretending to consider. "Maybe I should hear you say it again."
Kara cups a hand to each of Lena's still-heated cheeks and bites her bottom lip. Her hands are big and warm and so, so soft as she looks into Lena's eyes with her bright blue ones.
"I had such a good time last night, baby," Kara says softly, earnestly, and Lena feels high on the warmth and love emanating from Kara. She grips into Kara's threadbare sleep shirt and tugs.
"Me too, darling," Lena replies as she covers Kara's lips with hers.
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Lena takes a sip of coffee, mind whirling with the day's events so far. She hadn't tried to kill Edge, so who had? And more importantly, why?
Lena stares out at the city from James' balcony at Catco and clears her throat. Edge is dangerous, even at the best of times, and now, he thinks that Lena is trying to kill him. Lena needs to figure out who is trying to kill him, so she can stop them (unfortunately) before he kills her.
She clears her throat again, and suddenly, her brain goes fuzzy. She glances confusedly at her coffee before she feels her knees buckle, and all of a sudden she's coughing and she can't breathe and she doesn't know what's going on but all she can feel is pain coursing through her veins.
Edge.
Pain. So much pain. Her eyes are open but barely seeing. It hurts. It hurts and she's alone and no one will find her like this. God, she can't die. Not like this. Not from him.
It could be seconds, or it could be minutes, or years perhaps. She feels cold, so cold, both inside and out as wind blows on her. Through the pain, Lena manages to furrow her brow and open her eyes.
Focus Lena. Survival. Where are you? What can you do?
It takes all the effort she can muster, but she forces her eyes to focus, and Kara is there. Kara's face swims above her, looking concerned, devastated. More cold air blows furiously at her skin.
Kara? She tries to croak out, but her lips refuse to form the words. Kara glances down. Lena expects a hand to reach out, to touch, but instead, Kara brings her lips down and presses a kiss to her forehead.
"Lena, hang on please. We're almost there. I love you, I can't lose you, please don't die."
Kara's face blurs in her vision. Lena must be hallucinating. Kara is carrying her, they're flying, Kara kissed her, Kara loves her.
It's no matter, Lena thinks tiredly. Kara has her, Kara will save her. Lena finally lets herself succumb to unconsciousness.
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Throbbing. Lena's head is throbbing. So is her body. Actually, more appropriately, her head is splitting right down the middle, blocking out all her senses except for the overwhelming pain. Opening her eyes feels like the hardest thing she's ever done, but she tries anyway.
Kara. Kara's sitting in front of her. God, her head hurts so much. Wincing, she attempts to sit up and tries to take in her surroundings. Couch, desk, windows, balcony. She's in James' office at Catco.
Yes, she had been in Catco earlier. But then what? Lena can't quite remember anything beyond pain, cold, and the feel of Kara's lips against her forehead.
Kiss. Lena brings her hand up to her forehead, fingering the place that Kara's lips had pressed, pictures flashing in her head but not quite making sense. Had they been flying? Why did she feel like she got hit by a truck?
"What happened?" she manages to whisper. Kara grabs her hand and steadies her as she shifts on the couch. The room is still spinning and her head is flashing with images she can't make sense of. Why is thinking so hard?
"You— you were poisoned. The coffee," Kara says carefully. Lena furrows her brow, massaging her aching temples.
Poison. Right. Okay. That's why everything hurts. That makes sense. But what about the cold? Was that just from the poison? What about Kara? What about the kiss? Maybe she had been hallucinating.
"I had the weirdest dream. You were flying, and carrying me, and…" Lena doesn't realize she's spoken aloud until Kara drops her hand, staring at her in terror.
"You remember," she says slowly.
"Remember?" Lena replies. God, her head hurts so much, but the fogginess in her brain is lifting. They had been flying. She does remember. Kara was flying. Why was Kara flying? Kara can't fly. Lena also vaguely remembers hearing Alex's voice too. "I thought I was hallucinating." Kara's eyes widen.
"Oh, um, yeah, you probably were." Kara's hands fidget nervously in her lap. Lena shoots her a look.
"You're lying." It's slow, but Lena feels the puzzle pieces sliding into place. Lena had been here, at Catco, when she was poisoned. Kara had flown her somewhere (Kara had kissed her. Kara had said that she loved her), and Alex had been there, and now she was back at Catco. Why was Kara flying?
Lena looks up and sees Kara's bright blue eyes staring at her guiltily, so much hurt and emotion in their depths.
"Lena, I…"
Kara was flying. Kara, with her glasses and hair up, was flying. Supergirl flies. Maybe Kara had called Supergirl? But no. The blurry face above her had definitely been Kara — Kara's glasses, Kara's blonde hair in an updo, Supergirl's piercing blue eyes but Kara's brow, furrowed in concern—
Lena feels the moment her brain slots the last piece into place, and it's not the poison that stops her heart.
Kara was flying like Supergirl.
Kara is Supergirl.
Lena looks up sharply at Kara. The jerky movement makes her head spin again, but Lena's head is already filled with flashbacks of every interaction with Supergirl, with Kara.
Supergirl, pulling the helicopter to safety and opening the door. Kara. Supergirl, rescuing her from her mother, saying "Kara Danvers believes in you." Kara. Supergirl, just a few weeks ago, fighting and losing to Reign. Kara had almost died, god, and Lena hadn't even known.
It had been Kara, the whole time.
"You," Lena whispers. "You're…"
"Yeah." Kara's eyes are brimming with unshed tears. "I am."
Lena is silent for a long moment. She thinks her brain is moving at full speed again, but time seems to have slowed down.
Kara is Supergirl. Kara is Supergirl, and she never told her.
A spike of anger shoots through her, settling in her chest and expanding like a balloon. Kara is Supergirl. Kara Danvers, who said things like "I will always be there for you" and "I trust you," had lied to her. For over a year. Was Kara ever going to tell her?
Lena is about to open her mouth — to yell, to sob, she isn't sure — when another thought surfaces in her brain.
Kara Danvers had risked everything for her today to save her life. Again. She hadn't even stopped to change into her supersuit. How many people could've seen her?
"Lena—"
"No, Kara," Lena cuts her off quickly. She watches a lone tear escape down Kara's face. "Not yet." Lena needs time to think, to consider, to carefully construct a defensive barracade to protect herself from whatever excuses and reasonings Kara will inevitably throw at her.
Kara nods resignedly. "What do you need?"
Lena sighs. Her head is still hammering. "I need to go home, and I need to figure out who's trying to kill Edge before he kills me."
"He won't kill you," Kara says resolutely. "I won't let that happen." Lena snorts.
"Yeah, I guess you will."
Kara stares at her, and her crystal eyes seem to pierce through to her very soul. How had Lena never noticed the similarities? The way that Kara places her hands on her hips, or the way Supergirl's eyes crinkle in the same way as Kara's on the rare occasion that Lena's seen her smile. Lena's heart squeezes painfully at the image.
"I can take you home," Kara offers meekly, but Lena's already shaking her head.
"I'll call my driver."
Kara gives Lena a final disparing look before standing up and moving to leave the office. At the door, she hesitates. "I meant what I said, Lena. I meant all of it."
It's not until Lena's back in her apartment, swallowing some ibuprofen and laying on her couch, that she realizes what Kara meant. Without thinking, Lena brings her fingers up again to touch where Kara's lips had pressed against her forehead.
Kara Danvers is Supergirl. Kara Danvers loves her.
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poc will make a post about how racism negatively effects them and then white people will reblog the post like "as a white person, and i mean im WHITE WHITE, like im the color of a sheet of paper im so white i burn if im in the sun for 1 millisecond and i can trick people into thinking im a dead ghost im so horrifically white, im also autistic, trans, bisexual, fat, and failed math class in middle school. i know it's important to discuss racism, but also claiming that white people cant face any oppression whatsoever is sooooo hurtful to me and other white people with similar issues </3 im aware im privileged for being white, and trust me, like i said im the whitest person you know like. i dont even like spicy food im so white. but i think it's important to talk about the oppression of EVERYONE, not just people of color ❤ lets make a better world together. this post is sooo important and i respect op sooo much for making it 🙏, but i just think it is important to discuss all the oppression white people can also face and i know this post was specifically about racism but i just felt the need to add my two cents.. also DEAR MY FELLOW WHITE PEOPLE, lets all make sure we listen to poc voices together!!! #fuck racism #just a reminder that being white and having white privilege doesnt invalidate all the other struggles i face ☹ #as a white person who has constantly faced oppression i cant imagine how difficult other people who arent white have it omg"
Kara burned a pretty little hole right through her pasta. And the plate. And the floor...
She twirled around with fork lifted like a sword. Which is entirely the fault of her teen-self obsession with knight literature. Because fork? Really? She can just blast intruder to space.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to scare you", woman smiled sheepishly, holding her hands up. "But I'm still not used to you being able to see me".
"Who are you and how were you able to get there?" Kara paused, tilting her head to the side. "What do you mean by 'being able to see you'?"
"Oh, I'm a ghost!" Woman said way too cheerfully. "And before no one saw me, so I was surprised too".
Kara considered it to be elaborated prank of their friend group. But the woman really didn't have a heartbeat, and wasn't visible through x-ray vision.
"I don't exactly believe that you are a ghost", Kara lowered the fork, thinking how is she going to contact Alex.
Woman lifted her neat brow and then stepped right in the middle of Kara's coffee table. And not on the table, in the table.
"Well, it's not very convincing either. I know creatures that can do that too", it was convincing, but still.
"Well, I know I was human, and now no one can see me and I can go through objects. I'm pretty sure I'm a ghost."
Woman's voice was a bit bitter, but she still smilled.
"What is your name then?" Kara sighed, lowering her weapon on the counter. It's not like she believed her, just curious.
Woman's smile dropped, and she looked pained and sad. And then she vanished right in front of Kara's eyes.
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Next evening Kara was cooking, thinking about her apartment's ghost. She didn't tell Alex about the second encounter yet, because well, it's not like anything happened.
But still, the woman looked hurt by her question yesterday, which left the bitter aftertaste in Kara's mouth. Was it a bad etiquette to ask ghosts for their names?
"You still didn't tell me how are you able to shoot lasers from your eyes".
Kara still jumped a little, but managed to stay silent. Woman was standing at the proper distance away, looking a bit shy.
"Oh, um, hi? I wanted to say sorry if I offended you yesterday." It was a bizzare situation but still. Kara didn't want to be rude.
"No-no, I'm sorry. I may be aware that I'm a ghost, but I still not exactly mastered this whole thing, not for the lack of trying, mind you", woman waved her hands, before tucking her raven hair behind ear. "So I accidentally dissapeared because I was upset. And I kinda just figured out how to return".
"Then sorry for upsetting you".
"No, you didn't know! I just... I can't remember my name, and it's frustrating".
Woman looked down, but then visibly shaked herself and smiled at Kara again.
"So how do you shoot your lasers?"
"Oh, you see, I'm kinda..." Kara trailed off, because opening her secret to stranger was difficult and frankly she still didn't now if she was actually a ghost.
"Supergirl, I know. More like I know our yellow sun gave you your powers, but your eyes didn't have any organs to produce lasers initially so how are you able to?"
Kara lamented the need to tell Alex that the ghost knows her secret and unable to sign the NDA.
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