lena and kara dancing (nice waltz or something) and kara accidentally starts floating while holding lena from nervousness
Supergirl isn’t supposed to bid. She’s there to be bid on– in the name of charity. But while her contribution is a photo-op and a Super special personalized voicemail for the winner’s phone, Lena’s is a dance of the winner’s choosing, to be redeemed at the closing of the auction.
It’s better than selling a kiss, or– Rao forbid– an actual date, but Kara’s tongue dries with each consecutive bid. She knows from watching her best friend all night that the persistent bidder is the handsy Silicon Valley transplant Lena’s been trying to avoid for hours, and the way Lena’s facade of good sportsmanship ebbs with every bidder who drops out.
Soon, the creep– drunk as well, to add insult to Lena’s imminent injury– is nearly salivating with his prize so close at hand.
“Going once, going twice–”
Oh, Rao. Kara outbids by thousands, a lifeline if anyone’s heard one. But the auctioneer slams his gavel down sharply. “And sold! To the woman the red cape! The bidding is now closed, thank you all for your contributions!”
Maybe it’s just Kara, but the auctioneer seems relieved to award the dance to Supergirl. Kara isn’t complaining. She’s relieved too. “Would the winning bidders please come forward to claim your tickets, please, thank you.”
Kara approaches the table in long strides, steadfastly ignoring the rude gesture offered by the jilted bidder. Lena makes a beeline for her as soon as she descends the stage, sweeping into her arms with a relieved smile.
“Thank you,” she releases in a single breath. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Kara can’t quite manage to hide her grin. The dance floor clears around them as the orchestra starts up a slow waltz. “Well,” she says, trying to look anywhere but the bare skin of Lena’s neck, “damsels in distress are kind of my thing.”
She freezes, panic sending a deep flush creeping up her neck. “I didn’t mean–”
“Don’t worry,” Lena promises with a low chuckle. “Your secret is safe with me.”
The assurance does nothing to abate the sudden heat in Kara’s cheeks. She reaches for the next available topic.
“You look beautiful tonight.” No! “Not that you don’t usually– that’s not even what tonight is about– I mean, it’s not what I first noticed–” Shit.
Despite her fumblings, Lena’s smile only grows. “I may be more than a pretty face, but I still enjoy a compliment. Especially from a pretty girl.”
Kara’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly before she can muster a response. “Uhhhh…”
“Did you do something different with your hair?” Now Lena’s eyes glint with mischief, and Kara realizes she’s being teased.
She relaxes with a huff. “No,” she grins.
“Doesn’t it get in your way when you’re superheroing?” Lena’s fingers trail through the ends thoughtfully. “Why not pull it back? I hear battle braids are all the rage.”
Kara shrugs. “It’s not pulled as often as you might think.”
A cough of surprise explodes out of Kara, and turns into a bright laugh. Lena joins in, and this time, it’s her cheeks that turn pink.
“I’m sorry,” she says, “You’ve just saved me from the world’s worst dance, and here I am teasing you.”
“Oh, that’s all right. I don’t mind the occasional tease,” Kara informs her. Her chest feels warm, and light. She can’t stop staring at the way the lights sparkle in Lena’s eyes. “Especially from a pretty girl.”
The pretty pink in Lena’s cheeks floods to a deep red. Their eyes meet and suddenly the world seems to still around them. Kara almost doesn’t notice, until Lena’s brow furrows.
“Why is it suddenly so quiet– oh!” Lena grabs her tightly, eyes squeezing shut at the eight feet between them and the ground. “Oh… wow. Okay.”
“Sorry!” Kara says quickly, immediately reversing their direction. “Let me–”
Lena pries her eyes open, and looks down at the people below. Cameras flash, and Kara waits for Lena to give her direction. “You know…” Lena says slowly. “Rumor has it that a guard slips Lex copies of the National Times every week.”
Kara takes in the devilish glint in Lena’s eyes; it’s a look she’s very much starting to enjoy. “Well then… what do you say we give them a show?”
She firms her grip on Lena’s waist, but waits for Lena to nod. She does.
As the music resumes, Supergirl sweeps Lena Luthor around the dance floor, ten feet above it. She starts slow, but gets creative when Lena starts to relax against her. When she bends her partner back for their first dip, Lena yelps, then bursts into laughter. After that, Kara spins Lena around until their back to front, and Lena’s giggling all the while. When Kara spins her out, she immediately follows, completely safe, but the split moment their hands part gives the illusion that Lena twirls in defiance of gravity.
She chases Lena’s smile, her laughter, until the song ends and applause pulls them back down to Earth.
Lena rewards her with a kiss to the cheek, then stands back to applaud her with the rest. Kara takes an awkward bow.
“Thank you, Supergirl,” she murmurs, before the mayor has a chance to sweep her away. “You really were my hero tonight.”
“It was a pleasure to be of service,” Kara replies, with more confidence than she feels under Lena’s soft gaze. Her knees feel wobbly, and her stomach rolls giddily. “I hope we get the chance to do it again.”
Lena smiles, lingering despite the bodies jostling for her attention. Just as she turns, Kara catches hold of her hand once more. “Oh! Um…”
“L-Corp will pay the bid,” Lena promises with a conspiratorial wink.
Then she’s gone, swept up in a crowd of press and bigwigs. Kara turns to find her own impatient bidder, phone in hand.
“Right. Sorry.” She shakes herself from the lingering thrall. “Let’s do this.”
The next morning, Lena enters her office exhausted yet satisfied. The charity could be counted a success, even if a large portion of the donations originated from L-Corp. She’d have rather just donated the funds outright, but her public relations team had promised the auction would help soften her image– help her seem more… relatable. Personable.
It was by sheer luck she’d escaped the night without needing to press charges for assault.
Sheer luck and Supergirl.
The thought of the hero pulls Lena’s gaze to the balcony. It’s devoid of caped figures, but she does spot a cup of coffee anchoring a fluttering newspaper to her balcony rail. She steps out into the morning breeze to collect the cup, and holds the paper up to the light.
Her own laughing face graces the front page, mirrored by Supergirl’s broad grin. While Lena’s eyes are squeezed shut in delight in the photo, the hero gazes at her with an expression that a far, far cry from the revulsion Lena still half-expects to see.
The headline reads: Super & Luthor Go Toe to Toe-- For Charity.
Lena grins when she reads the handwritten note in the margin. “Wish we could see his face when he sees this.”
Accompanying it is a fairly good recreation of an angry face emoji, complete with steam billowing from its ears. A smaller, simpler smiley accompanies the sign-off.
