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I am ashamed of the document that I currently have open. It is actual trash. Do not encourage me.

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plot twist

I’m a miserable twerp at the moment, but I managed to wrangle this into being over the last few days.  The song that sparked the idea is Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy.  

It wasn’t often that Chloe got home late from the clinic.  She usually had a set 9-5, but today had been a field call to the zoo for their three-monthly checkups.  It had been a long day.  A seven am start and now she was walking through the door at half past six, with aching arches and a wombat bite to the left boob.

She could hear Beca singing loudly in the kitchen.as she unlocked the front door and let herself in.  

I always thought it would only be one kiss

One became a hundred

Oh, all of a sudden, I'm saying, "I love you"

Quietly, so as not to startle her housemate, she slid her tote onto the floor and made her way into the kitchen, following the scent of italian herbs and fresh bread.  She watched Beca moving around the kitchen, dropping low and swinging her hips as she stirred the simmering pasta sauce, her headphones, hung low around her neck.  

Chloe had always thought Beca was attractive.  That was not news.  Hell, she’d fully considered asking Tom to excuse them, that first day in the Barden showers.  Now, she was thankful that she’d gone with her gut and just let their friendship grow at it’s own pace.  She smiled into her hand, stifling the giggle that threatened to expose her spying as Beca dropped to the the floor and swung her ass out into a spin.  

Beca’s eyes caught Chloe’s and widened, the spoon in her hand flying onto the bench with a shriek.  

 “What the fuck, Chlo?”

She watched Beca fumbling to pause the song on her phone, “That was the hottest slut drop I’ve seen since Emily had too many tequila shots at Aubrey’s birthday party.  I especially loved the little…”

 “Okay!”

Chloe took a seat on the counter, completely ignoring the barstools and Beca’s pointed glance.  “New song?  It’s catchy.”

Beca stuttered slightly, turning back to the pasta sauce on the stove, “Just… New artist at work.  We’re working on lyrics to help it flow a little better.  We have a chorus and maybe a verse. I dunno.”

Chloe smirked and tugged Beca back by the belt loop.  “Sing it for me?”

Beca rolled her eyes, “Why are you like this?  I’m cooking you dinner like a good housemate and…” Chloe locked her ankles around Beca’s waist, fixing her with a raised eyebrow.  “Beca fuckin Mitchell.”

 “Ugh!”

The poppy melodic had Chloe bopping along as Beca laced their fingers together, crooning through the chorus of the song.  

Chloe felt the familiar tug of in her chest, that usually made itself known around Beca, or when she heard a song that really just resonated.  She watched Beca get into the verse, freeing herself from the trappings of Chloe’s legs.  

Since you came into my world

I had to leave that in the past tense

 “Oh! I love that…”

Beca smirked, “You love everything I write.”  

Chloe fought down the blush fighting its way into her cheeks.  “You’re talented.  If only you could cook too…”

Beca gasped and shoved the spoon at Chloe’s mouth, “Bitch what’s this?”

Chloe held eye contact, slipping the spoon between her lips, “I’ve had better.”

 “Get out of my kitchen.”  

***

All my life I've been a player, player, player

But I don't wanna play no more

Beca was blaming this project.  This damn song.  The damn lyrics springing to mind, reminding her of Chloe.  The artist’s ideas for the direction of the song foring a lovely little fantasy in Beca’s mind, twisting her relationship with her housemate until she was powering out lyric after lyric, all about Chloe.  

She tossed and turned, watching the clock on her nightstand move from ten, to eleven, to midnight, her brain filled with images and words and rhymes.

One am and Beca picked up her phone, opening the Bella group chat.  

Bmitch: @Junkem how the fuck do you sleep when you have a hook in your head…

Junkem:  *smirk emoji*

Bmitch:  *High five*

She clicked on the call coming through from Emily’s private chat.

 “‘Sup lil Junk?”

 “I don’t.  That’s my answer.  Who’s the subject? Or is it just a song?”

Beca stretched out groaning as her back popped, one, two, three times.  “Well, here’s the thing…  It started as just a song.”

 “Oh!”

She could hear the smirk in Emily’s voice, “Yeah.  So the artist pitch for the song was a journey from nothing to something.  So far it’s gorgeous, but like…  I just keep thinking about…”

 “Who!?”

Beca rolled her eyes at the shrill whisper, “Jesus Emily, it is one am.”

 “Yes, and I’m in a steady relationship with my music so can you please just let me live vicariously through you?”

 “Fine.  Let me sing you what we’ve got so far.”

Two verses and a chorus later, Emily was cooing into the phone, practically squealing about how cute it was.  

 “Please tell me it’s Chloe…”

Beca froze.  “What?”

 “Listen, Beca… I’ve been waiting for you idiots to sort your shit out since Chloe broke up with Boston…”

 “Chicago,” Beca chuckled.

 “Whatever.”

Beca groaned.  “I swear to God, she’s just in here all the damn time.  This song just… It’s making me wonder what would happen if I just….”

 “Ask her out?”

 “Maybe.  But… I’m going to get this song finished and maybe these thoughts will just… fade with it.”

 “Maybe they will.  But what if they don’t?”

Beca was honestly not sure she was ready to find out.

***

The first thing Chloe noticed when she woke the next morning, was Beca and Emily’s interaction in group chat.  The second thing, was the sound of the blender buzzing lightly through the thin wall.  Beca clearly hadn’t slept.  

She rolled out of bed, flipping her hair up into a messy bun as she trudged into the kitchen.  

 “Hey sleepyhead!”  

Yep, Beca hadn’t slept at all.

Chloe leaned on her housemate’s shoulder, “It’s so early.”

 “I have an 8am start at the studio this morning,” Beca said, reaching up to scratch the nape of her friends neck.  

Chloe groaned contentedly, nuzzling her face into Beca’s neck.  “Did you get any sleep last night?”

 “I’m fine Chlo.  Nothing a few cups of coffee won’t fix.”

 “My boob still hurts.”

Beca laughed, “I don’t even know what a fucking wombat is, but it’s still hilarious.”  

 “I hope your smoothie tastes like kale water.”

 “Well, it’s your smoothie, and I have to go,” Beca said.  She spun around, catching Chloe completely off guard with a quick kiss on the mouth.  It was chaste, the kind of kiss that usually landed on a cheek, or a forehead, but still a kiss.  And it still ripped through Chloe, turning her stomach with a flurry of butterflies that really felt like they were probably the size of Hercules Moths.  The front door to the apartment had clicked shut, silencing Beca’s melodic humming before Chloe had completely registered what had just happened.  A tidal wave of Holy shit and oh my god’s looping through her brain. What the fuck was that?

***

Beca was still humming to herself as she entered the turnstiles to the subway.  She’d typed out what she hoped was probably the last verse of the song as she was standing on the platform, and spent the fifteen minute trip playing with the lyrics on her phone.  Unfortunately for Beca, not having her mind occupied by words and melodies meant her brain went straight back home.  Straight to Chloe.  

Chloe.  

Who Beca had kissed.  

She stopped dead in her tracks, lurching forwards as impatient commuters collided with her back.  She started walking, quickly trying to exit the noisy platform so she could gather her thoughts.  What the fuck had she been thinking?

Clearly, she hadn’t.  

She flipped her sunglasses down, muting the glare filtering through the doorway and opened her contacts.

 “Emily, I need help.”

 “Beca?  It’s like 7:30? Have you even tried to sleep yet?”

 “I have an early session at the studio.  Look, I know you’re sleeping but I’ve… fucked up.”

She crossed the pavement, well away that the suits around her were ignoring most of her conversation, “Like, really.”

 “What’d you do?  Kiss Chloe?”

Beca froze again, this time nearly being thrown to the pavement in her stupor.  “How did you….?”  Beca paused, waiting for the laughter to subside.  “You done, Junk?”  Another snort from Emily, followed by an apology, “I don’t know why, but it just happened.”

 “And why did you call me and not Chloe?”

 “I don’t know dude.  Probably because I’m freaking the fuck out that I’ve ruined the best damn relat… friendship I’ve ever had.”

 “Relax.  Go to work. Text Chloe.”

Beca stared at the phone, slightly miffed that Emily had hung up on her.  “Rude.”  

She felt the phone vibrate in her hand.  

New Message from Chloe <3

Plot Twist?

Damn.  How could one message give Beca the link to the entire damn song that had kept her up all night.  

Becs:  I love you

Becs:  Don’t be weird, but you literally just finished the song for me.

Chloe <3:  See you tonight?  

Chloe <3:  Amy’s at *not*bumper’s.

Chloe <3:  Bring wine.

Becs:  Yes, dear.

Chloe <3:  I like the sound of that...

Beca wasn’t going to hyperventilate.  

Except… She probably was.

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Kara in a suit, who goes to gala with Lena...Lena has a gay panic attack

Gay Lena is the best Lena….  

“Tell me again why I’m helping you into a suit for this gala?”

 “Because she’s whipped…”

Kara rolled her eyes at Alex, before glancing down at Winn who was rehemming her pants,

“Because Lena invited me and it’s black tie.”

Winn snorted, “You could wear a dress…?”

 “Any dress I could possibly afford to wear would look ridiculous next to Lena.  At least in a suit, no one will compare us.”

Alex tossed a balled up napkin from the couch, “No, because they’ll be too busy watching Lena die from gayness…”

 “We’re just friends… She’s not even… Just stop.”

Alex was right.  Kara had barely opened the door when Lena’s face had turned suspiciously blank.  It was reminiscent of the look that she wore in the boardroom when faced with a particularly tough crowd.  It was then that Kara noticed the erratic beating of Lena’s heart.  She was panicking.  Alex was actually right.

 “You look incredible, Lena.”  

Kara watched Lena’s cheeks heat up, confirming her suspicions, “Thank you, Kara… You… You’re also…”

Lena could barely string a sentence together.  Maybe the suit was too much, “Ugh, I should have gone with the dress…”

 “No!”  It was quick, almost too fast.  Lena must have noticed too because she added, “Its… The suit is incredible.  You look amazing…  I’m sorry.  I just wasn’t expecting…”  

Kara smirked as Lena’s eyes roved over the front of the suit.  “Okay, if you’re sure…”

 “I’m sure… very sure…”  There was that pretty blush again.  

Alex was definitely right, and Kara wasn’t sure whether Lena would survive the night.

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Ooh! Alex giving Lena the Shovel Talk!

I love Alex and Lena so much! 

Lena had barely walked out of a meeting with her PR team when she noticed Jess fuming behind her desk.  She raised an eyebrow at her assistant who spoke from behind a tight smile, “So you know how Kara is really fast..?  Well her sister apparently has the same athletic prowess, as well as a gun… and an FBI badge.”

Lena smiled, “It’s fine, Jess.  I have nothing scheduled until my lunch with Kara at one, am I right?”

 “Yes, Miss Luthor.  Should I order in?”

 “Please.”

Lena sucked in a breath and squared her shoulders, wondering exactly why Agent Danvers had dropped by.  She strode into her office, determined to keep the upper hand on home turf.  Alex was standing by the balcony doors, staring out across the city.  

 “Good morning, Agent Danvers.  I’m guessing this isn’t a social call,” Lena said, placing her laptop and notes back onto her desk.  

Alex turned, a stern look on her face, “Now is not the time for you to be smart…”

Lena smirked and motioned towards the couch, “Please sit, Agent Danvers.”

It took a moment.  Alex clearly weighing up Lena’s motives before taking the seat next to Lena, “A heart?  Really?”

Lena frowned, “I’m not following.”

 “Seriously?  You bought CatCo, convinced my hard-headed sister to take her job back and sent her a heart emoji?  What kind of… Lena, that is gay.  Really fucking gay.”

Oh, Lena sighed, she clearly hadn’t factored in the reaction of others when she’d made the decision to buy CatCo.  “I understand how this looks…”

Alex stood up, “No, I am talking.”  Lena nodded and fell silent, think it better to let Alex get whatever it was that she needed to say, out in the open.  “I don’t know if I want to strangle you or hug you, Lena!  We have all been trying to get through to her… for months!  But nothing was working, then along comes Lena fucking Luthor and her pout and suddenly Kara is back to being Kara again?”

Lena froze, Alex’s rant informing her that Kara wasn’t just avoiding her, she’d been avoiding everyone.  “I just thought…”

 “No, Lena.  Just wait.  I need to know what your deal is.  Because I swear to God, if you hurt Kara, I won’t just kill you…”  Lena watched quietly while Alex paced, waiting for the rest of the threat.  “This is your chance to reassure me that you’re not one of the asshole Luthors and you’re actually in this for the long haul, because I don’t know if Kara can handle losing someone else.”

 “Oh…” Lena suddenly noticed the slight tremor in Alex’s and realised that whatever Kara had been through in the last six months had probably terrified her sister.  She took Alex’s hand and sat her back on the couch, “Kara… Is the most important person in my life, Alex.  And I know that she’s been through a lot, and that things are hard for her right now, but I will always be there for her.  Hell, if I do hurt her, I’d probably just come and find you, because I don’t think I could live with myself.”

 “Please don’t break her heart.”

Lena let out a bitter laugh, “I think it’s more than likely that I’m the one in danger of that at the moment.  I know that Kara… I know she’s straight, and I respect that, so I will keep all of these feelings in check, so I can be what Kara needs right now.”

She let her hand drop back to the couch, Alex stole it back, finally making eye contact, “Straight?  Kara…?”

Lena froze, “Uh, that is who we were talking about…?”

Alex laughed, “I thought you two were dating, then i saw that ridiculous heart emoji and figured I’d need to give you the shovel talk.”

 “Oh… No! That’s… She’s not straight?”

 “Of course that’s what you’re focussing on.  No, she’s not, but she can be oblivious.  Just… hang in there, and let me know if you ever need to talk, okay?  You’re… I think you’re exactly what she needs right now, Lena.”  Lena blinked back tears as Alex pulled her in for a hug.  “Call me, if you ever need to talk, okay?”

Lena nodded and flipped the business card that had been slipped into her hand, “Thanks, Alex.”

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Prompt, Lena wearing a superhero (batman or wonder woman) underwear/ boxers and see Kara's reaction.

“What are those!?”

Lena rolled her eyes and turned back to her best friend, who had a handful of popcorn halfway to her mouth, “Pyjamas?”

She scrunched her nose as Kara dropped the popcorn back into the bowl, “No… Those… Those are supporting the competition!”

Of course Kara’s eyes had been drawn to the bat symbol on her boxer shorts and camisole, “Kara, I’m sure Supergirl will survive me wearing batman merch…”

 “I don’t know!  What if she won’t?  She thinks you’re friends… She’ll be heartbroken.”  

Lena lifted a foot and pushed Kara across the couch slightly, “Well, imagined how she’d feel if she found out I own branded Supergirl lingerie?”

Kara choking on popcorn was enough of an answer to make Lena feel remarkably smug.

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There was an incessant beeping drilling Kara’s eardrums as she slowly roused.  She recognised the sound as Lena’s alarm.  She nudged her friend, groaning and pushing her towards the bedside table.  “Turn it off…”

She heard Lena stir, sitting up and reaching for her phone, “No, we’ve gotta get up.  We’re going to the market this morning, remember.”

Kara whined, and dragged Lena back into bed dropping her arm back on top of her, “No.  It’s too early.”

Lena chuckled, “Come on, shower.  I’ll make it worth your while…”

Kara cracked an eye open, “Bargaining is not your strong suit, Ms Luthor.  You’re naked, in bed.  What could you possibly offer that tops this?”

 “I could top…”

 “We both know that you’d last maybe thirty seconds…”

Kara huffed, compensating for the weight of Lena’s body resting on her stomach, “Well… I could always threaten…?  Bring out my Luthor side…”

Kara whined as Lena’s lips ghosted up her bare neck, “I swear to Rao, I won’t eat your smelly kale for a month.”

Lena laughed, “You could just get in the shower and save the drama?  I’ll meet you in there after I finish the list.”

Kara twisted to the side, dropping Lena onto the mattress, kissing her soundly, “Relax, you’ve met Alex and Maggie before.  Eliza is harmless.  And it’s not like you’re my girlfriend…?”

Maybe it was Kara’s indifferent tone, or the shrug that her comment carried, but something about it made Lena’s stomach churn uncomfortably, “You’re right.  I’m just the best friend who woke up naked in bed with her daughter today...”

Kara stood up, laughter ringing through the room, “You’d better keep that under wraps then…”

***

It had been nearly ten minutes since Kara had stepped under the spray of the shower and there was still no sign of her best friend.  She focussed her hearing, drowning out the sound of the cascading water, and zeroing in on a familiar heartbeat.  

It was slow and heavy.  

Sleeping.  

Kara rolled her eyes.  Lena Luthor had never been a morning person.  She spent too many nights focussed on work for her to even want to leave the bed before seven.  And while last night wasn’t work, it was definitely enough to warrant a couple of extra hours.  

Kara turned off the shower and got ready for the day, snapping a quick picture of her sleeping best friend, with every intent of uploading it to instagram later in the day.  She floated over to Lena’s side of the bed, and managed to pry the shopping list from Lena’s hand.  She’d let Lena get a few more hours before having to wake up and start stressing about the meeting Eliza thing.   

***

The sun was well and truly up by the time Kara heard Lena stir.  She switched on the coffee machine, and plated up the pancakes she’d brought back from Marco’s.

(“No Lena today…?”  “She’s still in bed.”  ”Wear her out last night…?”  “KELLY!”)  

It didn’t take long for the footsteps to reach Kara, a pair of arms winding around her stomach, “I’m sorry.”

Kara chuckled, spinning around to return the hug.

It was moments like this that made Kara question how platonic their relationship actually was.  She knew that, at least on her side, there was a definite blurring of lines.  The realisation should have terrified her, but there was something about the thought of loving Lena that soothed that broken place in Kara’s chest.  “You were exhausted.  But, I went to the market and got the stuff on your list.  And breakfast.  Kelly and Marco say hi.”

Lena groaned and nudged Kara back, “Kelly still shipping us harder than Jess?”

Kara snorted and handed Lena a plate, “She wants dibs on our wedding cake.”

 “Well she’d better up her game, if that hideous #Karlena cupcake was anything to go by,” Lena replied.  She rolled her eyes at the offended look on Kara’s face, “It was atrocious, Kara.”

 “It was a beautiful, physical representation of our love, Lena!”

Kara froze for a second, cursing Rao for her inability to think before she spoke, at least until she saw the coy smile that Lena hid behind a lip bite.  It made Kara smile a little wider too.

***

Lena was stressed.

Kara had been floating around the kitchen, trying to dip her finger in the pie filling for the last twenty minutes.  Which normally wouldn’t be an issue for Lena, but it was still simmering on the stove and she was trying to braid the pastry for the top of the pie and Kara had that adorable, cheeky grin on her face.  It wasn’t until Kara knocked the lid of the saucepan onto the floor that Lena really lost it, though.

 “Kara, get out of my kitchen!”

Kara’s feet hit the floor, “I’m helping!”

 “No!  You’re annoying.  I need to finish this.  We only have three hours before dinner with your family and I haven’t even finished the pie top…”

Kara didn’t push Lena’s temper.  She very rarely got stressed to the point of raising her voice, and Kara didn’t want today to be that day.  “I’m sorry…  But Lena, it’s just Alex, Maggie and Eliza…”

Lena sighed, “Alex knows we’re… She knows about this whole… scratching itches or whatever we’ve named it, which means Maggie also knows, which in turn means that there is a very high probability that your mom knows too, or will find out because YOU have a habit of blabbing when you’re nervous.”

Kara spluttered, “Bl… Wha… I… I do not blab!”  

Lena leaned over, touching Kara’s forehead with the spatula, leaving a smear of fruit, “Crinkle, darling.”

 “For Fu… Rao’s sake! I’m calling Eliza.  She’ll tell you, you’re being ridiculous.”  Kara swiped the pie filling off her forehead and tasted it, “You’re lucky this is delicious or I’d be mad.”

***

This is it, Lena thought.  She could feel Kara squeezing her hand, in an attempt to comfort her as the elevator slowly made its way up to Alex’s floor.  

 “Lena, relax.  You’re Lena Luthor.  You take on the world’s most powerful people everyday…”

Lena smirked, “I thought we weren’t discussing that tonight…?”

Kara chuckled, “Get your mind out of the gutter.  You know what I mean.”

 “You’re right.  I’m fine.”

 “Yeah you are.”  Kara leaned down, pecking Lena on the lips, but quickly pulling away as the elevator doors slid open.  Honestly, if Lena didn’t already think she was falling for Kara, that moment would’ve been her epiphany.  Or maybe it was the look in Kara’s eyes as she pulled Lena towards the door.  

Either way, Lena knew one thing.  

She was well and truly in love with her best friend, and as long as Kara was looking at her like that, Lena could do anything.

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Dress

Do you guys remember me telling you about the Dress fic?  Well you can thank @cannon-fannon @shesamarshmallow @dabvers for encouraging this nonsense.  

Read it HERE or below

It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.  There were rules in place, guidelines that she and Kara had hashed out over two bottles of wine (alien, for Kara) allowing them to keep this casual, simple, secret.  It was easy at the start, fuelled by alcohol and lust, taking over their intimate moments before the sun rose and settled them back into their platonic roles.  Months of late nights and sneaking home.

Lena glanced around the room, smiling when she made eye contact, eyes locking momentarily onto each person filling the room.  Instinctively her eyes sought out Kara, her body encased in a sinfully sweet cocktail dress that mirrored the colour of the cape that she wore on a daily basis.  She sipped her wine, dropping her gaze as Kara looked away from James, catching her appraising gaze.  Lena cursed her accelerated heart rate, she cursed Kara’s super hearing, because of course Kara knew Lena’s train of thought.  She always did.

Lena’s wine glass was still half full, meaning a quick escape into the kitchen was off the cards, so instead, swilled her syrah.  

“Congrats on the award, Luthor.”

Lena smiled, accepting a side hug from Alex.  She hissed lightly, Alex’s hand landing on a particularly tender spot on her ribs.  She flushed with want, pushing the vivid memory of Kara’s mouth latching onto that spot, to the very back of her mind.  

“Thank you, Agent Danvers…”

“Alex, please…”

Lena nodded, “Thank you, Alex.”  Lena glanced over her shoulder to the spot by the curtain where she last saw Kara.  Her best friend was still leaning against the back wall, clearly still trying to politely entertain James while discreetly watching Lena from the corner of her eyes.  

She smirked and brushed her hair across her shoulder as she turned back to Alex.  She could almost feel the heat of Kara’s gaze on her exposed back, she knew this dress was a good idea.  

The party wound down in the early hours of the morning.  Lena’s colleagues and investors were the first to vacate the ballroom, her friends, minus Kara, filed out shortly after, when the music was turned down to a minimum.  The high ceiling echoed the sound of high heels against the hardwood, perfectly in sync with the heady beat of the song whispering through the speakers.

“Lena?”

She sighed, leaning into the hand that slid onto her shoulder.  Kara’s voice was deep, soothing, bringing back memories of early mornings and hot nights, tangled in sheets. It wasn’t unwelcomed, but rules were rules.  They were in public.  Anyone could see them here.

“I booked a room upstairs.”  The words slipped from Lena’s lips before she had a chance to turn around.  She felt the pressure of Kara’s hands turning her on the spot, “You’re more than welcome to stay, if you’re too tired to catch a cab?”

Kara tilted her face to the side, scoping the room discreetly, “It is very late.  And that dress… Looks a little complicated.  Are you going to be okay getting into your pyjamas?”

Lena fought the shiver that was building from Kara’s fingers trailing down her spine, “I think I’ll manage, but I think I would appreciate having a friend there, just in case…”

Kara hummed and picked up Lena’s clutch, “Shall we?”

Lena led Kara to the elevator, smiling politely at the few staff still milling around the lobby.  She was almost self conscious of the heaviness hanging between her and Kara as they waited for the elevator, terrified that if anyone got closer, they’d break the bubble that was slowly building.  

The minutes dragged on, Kara’s hands fiddling with the two clutch purses, while Lena crossed her arms, willing herself not to give in to the urge to touch Kara.  She heard Kara sigh with relief as the elevator dinged, doors sliding open, slowly enough to make Lena wish it would just hurry up.  She smirked, Kara hit the close door button, three times in quick succession, stepping back with a whine as a family of four rushed into the elevator, thanking Kara for holding it.  Kara sood against one wall, clutching the two purses in one hand, the other had a firm grip on the support railing of the elevator.  Lena smiled from the other side of the elevator, knowing that there were definitely going to be indentations on the bar when Kara finally released her grip.  The family exited on the the third floor.  The doors slid shut and the cabin wobbled with the speed of Kara moving to pin Lena to the wall, “Do you know how much I wanted you tonight?”

Lena sighed, exposing her neck to Kara’s roaming mouth, “Judging by your inability to wait until we’re in the confines of our room…”

“It’s this dress… You know how I feel about you in a backless dress…”

Lena chuckled, slipping her arms around Kara’s neck, “Why do you think I bought it?”

“Because you’re a tease?”

She slipped out of Kara’s grasp and moved towards the opening doors,  “So you could take it off, Kara.”  She barely made it three steps down the hallway before Kara caught up with her, their subdued giggles echoing through the hallway.  

Lena stumbled into the door, one of Kara’s hands attentively tracing the curve of Lena’s hip, the other holding the clutch steady so Lena could remove their room key from the depths.  Her hand shook, encouraged by the whisper of Kara’s breath against her neck.

“Having trouble with the key?”

Lena pressed back into Kara, ignoring the groan from behind her, “You’re certainly not helping.”  

She swiped again, the light on the lock flashing red for a second time, Kara took her hand and steadied it as she assisted with unlocking the room.  The green light flashed, prompting Lena to swing the door open.  

She laughed, feeling her back hit the now closed door of the hotel room.  Her hands tangled in blonde hair, Kara’s lips finding the pulsepoint on her neck, sending Lena into a daze.  “Kara…”

The sensations on her neck ceased, Kara’s eyes locking onto her own, the silence of the room deafening as Lena felt herself slipping further into… whatever this was.  It was moments like these, in the dim lamplight that made Lena wonder, maybe… just maybe she wasn’t the only one falling.  

***

Kara brushed a trickle of blood from her lip, chest heaving as the dust and rubble settled around her.  She glanced over at Alex who was watching three aliens being loaded into the back of a DEO van.  She brushed the debris from her shoulders, standing painfully in the middle of the small crater she’d created during the fall.  “Danvers, a little help?”

Alex turned back, noticing Kara’s grazed legs and bruised face, she sighed and jogged to the nearest van to retrieve a rescue rope.  She planted her feet, tossing the other end down to the not-so super hero.  Kara climbed quickly, knowing that she was still quite heavy, even when solar flared. Collapsing next to her sister, she fought off the DEO medics, who were attempting to clean some of the blood away, “I’m fine.”

“You’ve solar flared, Supes… That’s the exact opposite of fine.  You were reckless,” Alex huffed.  

“Maybe that’ll deter any jerks trying to go after Miss Luthor again,” Kara winced as she sat.  “I don’t wanna sit in the sunlamps.  I had dinner plans…”

Alex laughed, “Well Supergirl, unless your date has some solar lamps at his apartment you’re not going anywhere…”

Kara grumbled and followed Alex back to the second van, “It’s not a date, and she definitely does.”

Kara watched the recognition dawn on Alex’s face, “At least come back and change.  I’ll drive you there myself.  First, we’d better call because she’s probably losing her mind right now.”

Kara rolled her eyes and reached into her boot as the van began the short drive back to the DEO.  Sure enough, there were four messages from Lena.  

LL:  Okay, that looked painful, I’ll charge the lamps.

LL:  Why the hell are you not getting up?  

LL:  I stg if you’re dead I’ll fucking kill you

LL:  Are you bleeding?? HAVE ALEX CALL ME

“She wants you to call her,” Kara said, tossing the phone to Alex.  She accepted the chilled water from Vasquez, who nudged another at Alex.

“Girlfriend worried, Supes?”

Kara choked on the water she was sipping, spraying a small amount onto an indignant Alex, who was dialling Lena’s number.  “Just a friend.”

“Lena, hey!  Yeah, she’s fine…”  Kara found herself wishing back her super hearing when Alex laughed, “I know, I know… You can…  I’ll have her there in an hour.”

Alex tossed the phone at Kara, who fumbled with it a few times before it hit the floor of the van by Susan’s foot.  “You owe me.”

***

Kara was still aching by the time they arrived at Lena’s apartment building.  Alex offered to walk her up, but she shrugged off her sister’s concerns and made her way to the elevator gingerly.  She fished her key from the back pocket of her jeans and swiped for the penthouse.  The elevator was jarring on her aching bones, but she knows for a fact that she’d never have made it up the stairs.  The elevator opened directly into Lena’s foyer, where Kara found her best friend standing with two glasses of wine and a soft smile.  Kara stepped forward, accepting the glass, thankful that her weakened state would leave her susceptible to the effects of the wine.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just… a bit sore.”  Kara followed Lena into the apartment, eyes firmly fixed on the way her silk dressing gown clung to her curves.

Lena glanced back over her shoulder, holding a hand out, “Come into the bathroom.”

Kara reached out and linked their fingers together, squeezing Lena’s hand, revelling in the fact that she didn’t need to hold back.  

The large claw foot tub that was the centrepiece of Lena’s bathroom, was filled with bubbles releasing a soft aromatic fragrance into the room.  Kara knew that every single one of her muscles was going to relax the second she sunk into it.  She pulled Lena in close, her hand brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen out of the pins holding Lena’s hair back.

 “You are… the best friend an alien could ask for,” Kara said.  There was something about the wording that was sitting heavy in Kara’s chest.  Maybe she was overreacting.  It could have just been a side effect of the solar flare.  But looking at Lena’s downcast gaze, she realised that she was very wrong.

“I know, now get in there.  I don’t want the water getting cold.”

Kara nudged the silk off Lena’s shoulder, “You’re coming too, right?”

“I’m just getting the wine.”

Twenty minutes and a bottle of wine later, Kara had pulled Lena up onto her chest, trying to feel as much as she could while she still could.  As much as she hated feeling so powerless, there was an upside to a solar flare.  Every nerve on Kara’s body was on edge, tingling at the touch of Lena’s fingers, burning at feel of Lena’s lips on her face.  

The bubbles had long dispersed and the water was beginning to cool, but Lena was still here, still pressing kisses along Kara’s jaw, still proving to Kara that she definitely wasn’t the only one who’s heart was already in danger.

***

Is Lena Luthor Off The Market? Turn to page 12 for more

Kara scoffed as she glanced at the cover of the new CatCo magazine, of course they were going to jump on that.  James frowned at her following her line of sight, “Look, Kara…”

“No, I get it.  She’s a public figure, and I know you have free reign with CatCo at the moment, but don’t you think printing this without her go ahead is risky?”

“Either we jump on it, or someone else does.  This way, Lena has more of a chance of keeping this boyfriend a secret…”

Kara laughed loudly, startling Eve into dropping her stapler, “Secret boyfriend?”

“Well we’ve had no confirmation from her about whoever he is, so secret works.”

Kara shook her head, handing Jakes the cover, “Can I at least see the story?  Who wrote it?”

“Annika from social.”

James shuffled a few pages around before handing one to Kara, sure enough one corner of the page was filled with a candid picture of Lena, exiting her town car, a large pink circle highlighting two small bruises visible on the side of her neck.

“Seriously?  You’re running this picture?  Of our boss?  Our friend, James…”

James shrugged, “I tried to reason with Snapper, but he had a point.  The public want to know, and if we don’t run the story, we lose readers to other publications.  Why are you so defensive about this?”

 “Because it’s Lena!” Kara quickly skimmed the article, which dropped several names of male celebrities and CEO’s, trying to work out a timeline.  The smug part of Kara knew exactly where those hickeys came from, she knew who was responsible for the magnificent smile on Lena’s face.  She also knew that that twinge of jealousy bubbling away in her gut, was not normal best friend behaviour, and she was either going to have to get it under control, or she was going to have to have a much needed conversation with her best friend.  

***

Lena fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath made worse by laughter.  Kara joined her not long after, complaining about the absence of their pillows, which had somehow ended up on the floor.  Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed pink.

“You’re the one that tossed the pillows in the first place,” Lena chuckled, nudging Karas shoulder.  Kara whined and rolled back on top of Lena, attempting to reach the nearest pillow.  

“Get off, you’re sticky and sweaty and disgusting!”

Kara laughed and rubbed her face into Lena’s neck, “You weren’t saying that five minutes ago…”

Lena rolled her eyes, “Five minutes ago you had a hand between my legs, big difference.”

“Oh, so I should…”

Lena squirmed as Kara slipped her hand down her side, “I’m sensitive!”

Kara laughed harder, rolling off to the side, pulling Lena on top of her, “I’m teasing.”

Lena stared at Kara for a few seconds, “Should we talk…?”  She watched the acknowledgement flicker across Kara’s face, the straightening of her mouth looking more like Supergirl than Kara.  

“If you think we need to talk…”

Lena rolled onto her side, body still flush with Kara’s, legs still tangled awkwardly, “I think…. No, I know… I need to talk.”

She propped herself up on her elbow, knowing that this conversation was only going to end in one of two ways.  She didn’t want to get her hopes up, but the way Kara was looking at her?  The way Kara touched her?  Surely there was something to it.

“We’ve been doing this for nine months, Kara…”

“Nine months, this Friday…”

Lena snorted, “I’m being serious…”

“So am I,” Kara replied.

“Anyway… What are we doing?  This was only meant to be temporary…”

Kara shifted onto her side, “You want to stop?”

There was a moment of silence, thick and deafening, leaving Lena biting her lip, searching for words.  “I don’t.”  The relief was apparent on Kara’s face, but quickly replaced with her blank Supergirl mask.

“I’m sensing a but…”

“Very good, Obi Wan,” Lena quipped, attempting to lighten the mood slightly.

“Serious Lena.”  Clearly, it hadn’t worked.

“I don’t want to just be a booty call.”  She huffed out a breath and continued quickly, before Kara could get a word in, “I want you tonight, I want you tomorrow… I want to kiss you in the street… Hold your hand in public, with our friends… If it’s too much… If you just need me as your best friend, then tell me now, because I can’t keep this up if my heart is just going to end up broken.”

She looked up, Supergirl was gone, Kara’s soft smile back in its rightful place, “That’s good to hear.”

“It is?”

“I don’t want you to just be my best friend.  We’re not temporary, Lena.  We never were.  You were never just a notch on my bedpost,” Kara answered.  She pulled Lena down for a kiss, pouring every bit of contentment she’d felt over this discussion into it.

“Good.”

“Does this mean we get to celebrate our nine month anniversary?”

Lena laughed, “I’ll even got dress shopping.”

[thegrimllama]

prompt - sweater (bc fall <3)

just so you know, my smartarse self was gonna write a mini about kara tripping over a jumper or falling face first into Lena’s boobs because I’m australian and we don’t do fall… (honestly don’t be surprised if either of those posts turn up in the next few days…. Kara was dying.  There wasn’t much more she could say to describe how she was feeling without admitting to things that she spent far too long suppressing.  She shrugged at Alex who was staring at her, with that pinched expression, the one she got when she was about to pounce on a suspect.  Maggie was grinning like the Cheshire cat from her perch on the arm of the recliner that Alex had claimed on arriving.  

 “She’s had a big week, guys.  Come on.”

She glanced back to Lena who was curled up on her lap, face pressed into Kara’s neck as she slept.  

 “You’re conveniently leaving out the part where she was feeling uncomfortable about being here with all of us for the first time… At least until she put on your sweater and basically passed out.  That’s a comfort thing Kara,” Alex said, placing her jenga piece on top of the pile.  

Kara rolled her eyes and nudged Winn, “You go.  I can’t reach from here.”

James chuckled into his beer as Winn brandished his phone, sounding a loud whipcrack through the den.  Maggie and Alex joined the laughter, but hushed quickly at the glare Kara sent them.

 “Shh,” she stroked Lena’s hair as her friend started to stir.  “Winn, if you wake her up, I swear to Rao…”

***

It took less than five minutes for James to topple the jenga tower, waking Lena with a start.  Kara quickly got her attention, reminding Lena where she was and that she was safe.  Of course, reminding Lena that she’d fallen asleep clinging to Kara like a koala during game night was a sure way to set the CEO’s cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

 “Lena, relax.  We’ve all done it before.  You haven’t officially been initiated into game night crew until you’ve passed out in the middle of a game,” Maggie said, sliding off the chair to help the boys collect the scattered bars.  

 “I’m sorry.  It’s been a hell of a week,” Lena answered, still too sleepy to move herself out of Kara’s grip.  

 “You’re right, it’s definitely getting too late for a work night.  Maggie has to be at the precinct at 6 tomorrow,” Alex said, laughing at the groan that Maggie let out.  

Kara sighed, “Well, I still haven’t started that fluff piece that Snapper is punishing me with… Jokes on him, I love binturongs… Snuggling with a baby binturong is hardly punishment.”

Lena laughed sleepily, “Is that why we’re going to the zoo tomorrow?”

Silence fell across the room, James and Winn looking up from the floor with confused expressions, Maggie looked like she’d just won the lottery, and Alex… Alex just looked like she was ready to punch something.

 “Yeah, Supergirl rescued one of the keepers from becoming a chew toy last week when one of the cats got over excited.  So she pulled some strings for us…”

 “She’s so nice…”

Maggie laughed…  Honestly laughed, and Kara threw her a filthy look.  Lena was adorable when she was sleepy, but Kara knew that she’d be embarrassed later when she was fully awake.  “Right, that’s probably our cue to leave.”  

“You’re right to get Lena home?” Alex asked, kissing her sister’s cheek.  

 “Stayin’ here…”

 “Apparently she’s staying here,” Kara chuckled.  Alex rolled her eyes and said her farewells to the boys as they left with silent waves from the doorway.  

 “You should…” Alex shifted uncomfortably, looking over to Maggie, who nodded, “You should think about bringing her in… on your… you know…”

Kara sat up as straight as she could, without jostling her best friend too much, “Alex?  Are you…?  Is this…?  I can tell her…?”

Alex smoothed down Kara’s hair, “Yeah.  I know I’ve been adamant about keeping it quiet… but… She deserves to know.  You deserve that freedom.”  

Kara squeezed Alex’s hand lightly, “Thank you.”