They were at Lena’s tonight.
Which means that instead of huddling together to watch Netflix in Kara’s old laptop—apparently, last week she sent the remote flying straight into her LED TV while singing Mamma Mia and she hasn’t had the time nor the money to replace it—they get to sit back in Lena’s plush sofa instead. Because of course, she has her own home theatre.
Tonight was crappy TV Tuesday, which basically means they had to sit through at least 10 minutes of crappy commercials before they get to know if the bullet hits the hero in the crappy show Kara forces them to watch. Lena still isn’t sure why she agreed to this in the first place when she’s well aware that there’s a stack of financial reports she has yet to review sitting in her home office.
But then Kara reaches for the soda can on the coffee table and her shirt hitches up and Lena gets the slightest hint of skin and suddenly her brain shuts up. She’s not a useless lesbian she’ll say when Sam finally pries the details of this night out of her. I just prefer being subtle is all, Samantha.
Lena really wasn’t paying much attention to what is happening, she lost it when Kara started licking the barbecue powder off her fingertips, she doesn’t mention that there’s a box of tissues right in front of them and that it would have been more effective to use, not to mention more hygienic. Alright fine, so what if she’s a useless lesbian—
“Does anybody even kiss like that?”
The question is thrown into the space between them and Lena was just quick enough to catch the tail-end of the Maybelline commercial that she’s pretty sure Kara’s referring to.
And then, Kara’s launching into a full-on discussion about Lipstick feminism, and how she’s all for cosmetics and women expressing themselves but also doesn’t this industry create unrealistic standards for all women and come on does anybody even kiss like that? I mean seriously, Lena, look—
Why those exact words came out of her mouth at that exact moment she will never know.
Kara stops her rant, completely thrown off by Lena’s declaration. She huffs out an, Of course, you’d have a kiss-proof lipstick in that shade. She turns fully to Lena, whose heart rate is now off the charts.
There’s a look on Kara’s face that Lena’s seen before but doesn’t dare dwell on. Kara begins licking her lips and Lena thinks she should stop thinking about lips and her best friend’s name in the same sentence.
“Well, does it at least work?” Kara raises a brow not dropping the look.
Lena tries to pretend she doesn’t know what The Look means.
She pretends she doesn’t notice how Kara spends more time looking at her lips than at her actual face whenever she’s wearing a particular shade. She pretends she doesn’t know how Kara’s eyes tracked the movement of her fingers as she wiped her lips with the napkin that has the Big Belly Burger stamp on it last Friday. She pretends not to care about the many times Kara has told her, You know, I really like that shade on you. She pretends that she isn’t affected by how smooth and Supergirl, Kara made out the compliment to be. She pretends. Because if she doesn’t it means unpacking things she isn’t ready to unpack.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Kara cuts her off, “You have one,” she points out, unnecessarily. Why the efficacy of kiss-proof lipstick became of sudden importance to Kara she also has no clue.
“How should I know Kara? It’s not like I walk around L-Corp kissing board members,” Lena quips.
She lets the statement hang. She really didn’t mean anything by it, other than the intention of telling the truth. She really does have nobody to kiss. Well, she has someone she wants to kiss but that’s an entirely different narrative, one she thinks she’s also not ready to unpack yet. Maybe next time…Because Kara just uttered three words she’s never thought she would hear her say and for a moment Lena thinks her ears are deceiving her.
“What?” She blurts out, incredulous, because what?! Kiss Kara? What? That- That’s not part of Crappy TV Tuesday!!
“I said,” Kara says lowly, eyes tracking up her face and then landing on her lips. She scoots closer to Lena, “Kiss me then.”
She really has no idea what is happening and how this is happening aside from the fact that it is happening and Kara is leaning in and their breaths start to mingle and Lena’s heart is thundering in her own ears… when a realization hits her. And the words just jump off her lips in a hurry.
“Kara, I’m not wearing the lipstick.”
The words make Kara back away and for a moment Lena feels like hitting herself on the head, because why, why, why would you need to point that little insignificant detail?!!
Well, now that she actually thinks about it, maybe it was a significant detail after all, considering this whole thing began with the motivation of knowing how effective matte lipsticks are.
Besides, Lena’s a scientist, she cares about accurate data and factors and—
She was about to kiss you! For fuck’s sake!
She’s sure that she’s fucked her chance with Kara but then she looks up and there’s this gleam in Kara’s eyes that prompt her to ask, “Kara what’re you—“
But then the blonde is standing up and Lena doesn’t get the chance to finish the question as Kara super speeds out of her living room, comes back in the same breath and then dumps her cosmetics pouch on the coffee table. She doesn’t even question how Kara knows where her pouch is.
It makes a thump on impact, the contents making a rattle that makes Lena worry about the condition of one of her Mac Studio Fix powder.
Kara flops down again on the couch and then she’s digging around in Lena’s pouch. Lena, still very much in shock—is this what whiplash feels like?
“Well,” Kara breathes out and it is criminal how one word affects her.
“That’s an easy enough problem to fix,” Kara announces and Lena’s brain takes a moment to catch up, eyes caught by the lipstick that Kara is wielding.
And really, who was Lena not to obey? She didn’t know keeping her heart beat and blush in check would be this hard. She scoots closer and Kara hooks a finger under her chin, gently tilting her face upward and making her stare straight into intense blue eyes.
I am gonna die of oxygen deprivation. No, wait scratch that- Kara will be the death of me.
She doesn’t even know when Kara had the time to uncap the lipstick but apparently she did and now she’s raising her hand and the blood red tip is gently pressing against Lena’s lower lip. Lena’s eyes land on Kara’s blue ones, which aren’t staring back at her, focusing instead on the shape of Lena’s lips.
Her breath hitches and Kara’s eyes flicker to hers in a flash before turning back to her lips.
“There,” Kara whispers, pulling away an inch to admire her handiwork, thumb brushing the corner of Lena’s lips. Lena presses her lips together on instinct, spreading the lipstick evenly.
It was Kara’s turn to hitch a breath.
Yes, I am going to die right now and she hasn’t even kissed me yet.
But the thought is easily erased from Lena’s brain as Kara leans down and captures her lips.
The first touch was quiet much like the state of Lena’s mind as of the moment. The moment their lips meet, everything turns silent. There is nothing else she can hear and feel except Kara’s lips on hers.
Kara’s fingers slowly move their way to cup her face and this time the kiss turns wild. Lena finds the courage to snake her way to Kara’s nape and braids her fingers there. She parts her lips to let out a harsh breath and then Kara’s nipping at her bottom lip and fuck—
Kara’s hands slide down from Lena’s face to her hips and before Lena can rationalize what she’s doing she’s swinging a leg over, Kara eagerly pulling her into a straddle.
The new position makes it easier to push into Kara. If a while ago her brain was silent, now there is pandemonium of every single lustful thought she had of Kara littered among the deep yearning for her love.
Is this really happening?
Lena has to break up the kiss because as much as Kara’s lips are addicting she really doesn’t want to die of oxygen deprivation tonight.
But before she can even collect herself, Kara’s lips travel from her jaw to her neck, latches on to a sensitive spot and she whimpers. Lena had always imagined this moment and in her mind she knew that Kara would be the assertive type but God, she didn’t expect this near feral attack on her skin.
Heat blooms from every point of contact and Lena feels like she’s going to combust. Is this what all those stupid fucking novels meant when they said passionate?
“Fuck, Kara- wait, slow down-”
It feels like some miracle that she even finds the strength to push Kara back.
Oh god, I have to be rational one in this-
The realization irks her because she of all people doesn’t want this to stop. But she doesn’t even know what this is. And she has to know now or else things will spiral out of control and she absolutely does not like feeling out of control. She’s a Luthor for fuck’s sake.
Kara lets herself be pushed by the hand on her chest, she looks up to Lena, blue eyes wild. In the same moment she realizes this is the best view of Lena she’s ever seen. Don’t get her wrong Lena always looks stunning, but to have her on her lap? Hair messy, breathing heavy, lips swollen and eyes more black than green? That transcends stunning.
Her back hits the sofa softly, Lena’s weight registering to her now above the rapid heart beat her ears are picking up.
They both let out at the same time, Lena lets out a breathless laugh then says, “Okay, how ‘bout you go first, darling?”
“O-okay,” She whispers, unsure how to address everything that had just transpired. How do you say: Hey, so, uh, I didn’t really think that what I did would work but it did and this isn’t just a lipstick test to me by the way. I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since forever. Oh and also, I might possibly be in Love with you. Like big time. Like capital L kind of Love. Is that okay?
“Kara?” Lena gently asks, voice cautious and Kara realizes that she’s been silent for a beat too long.
“So, uh-uhm, we should probably talk about that huh?”
She huffs out a nervous laugh trying to keep it light but Lena’s intense eyes are completely making it hard for Kara to do so.
She avoids her eyes instead.
“I uhm-” she shuts her eyes, lets out a deep breath, now or never.
She summons every bit of confidence and courage in her body, clenches and unclenches her fists from where it rests on Lena’s hips, all of her best friend’s attention is on her now.
“I’m going to be honest with you and I strongly hope that you understand and that this won’t affect our friendship in any way,” She pauses and Lena is looking at her with this look that always makes Kara feel safe so she continues.
“I don’t want to lose you, Lena and I don’t know what came over me that made me suggest that stupid kiss-”
“It wasn’t stupid,” Lena interjects, insistently and it makes something in Kara’s chest loosen.
“That kiss,” Kara amends and Lena offers her a shy smile acknowledging the omission which genuinely helps Kara find her next words.
“I meant it. I meant every part of what had just happened and sure— maybe, I imagined kissing you for the first time a little differently, maybe a dinner first or an after an epic save or maybe on your balcony— “
Lena tilts her head and raises her brow and Kara feels her ears go red, okay so maybe that was too much of a ramble.
“The point is, I meant it and I really hope I don’t lose you because of this. Because Lena—”
Kara meets her eyes and in the most reverent voice possible mutters, “I am in love with you. I have been for the long time and I-”
Lena cuts her off again, but not with words no, this time it is with very insistent lips.
Kara sinks into the kiss but it is over all too soon and Lena is cupping her face, breath ghosting her lips, eyes staring straight into her soul.
“I am so in love with you too, Kara Zor-El. You’re never going to lose me, I promise.”
The declaration makes her entire being burst in complete happiness. Kara couldn’t stop herself if she tried, she surges forward again capturing Lena’s lips but the kiss was more smiles and laughing against each other than kissing.
“I do,” Lena says matter of factly then much more softly, “So, so much.”
It feels as though somebody had turned happiness into liquid and injected them both with mega-doses of it. Lena’s probably being just dramatic, maybe this is simply what being in love and being loved back feels like.
But there is nothing simple about Kara and Lena loves her all the more for it. She’s never imagined it would come full circle like this. With a fucking lipstick commercial good God, they’re going to have fun explaining that one to their kids.
Kids. It shocks Lena how the thought doesn’t even bother her, how it just appears in her mind. It just comes like that and it sits in her chest and it makes sense. Because this is Kara. This makes sense with Kara.
And her whole life, her whole future doesn’t feel so scary anymore. They’ll probably have to go on at least two dates tops before Lena can even broach that specific thought but she doesn’t have it in herself to worry about that now.
“So,” Lena begins, a thumb tracing Kara’s lower lip the way Kara did with her earlier, Kara’s hand resting at the bottom of Lena’s spine.
“Mm?” She hums, distracted by the way Lena’s proximity clouds her senses, another kiss sounds like a real good idea right now.
It takes Kara ten seconds before what Lena says registers.
“Does that answer your earlier question, darling?”
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