It was a mistake. Lena knew it from the beginning, but nonetheless let that happen. It was Supergirl who visited her penthouse last night, except it wasn’t her. She looked like famous national hero, but she was definitely not her. Lena understood it right at the moment she looked in her face. So concentrated, without any hint of smile on familiar lips.
- Morning, - she heard from the left. Lena inhaled deeply before turning around and meeting the sight of ice blue eyes.
Kara Starikov looked at her with cold interest, serious as always.
- I… I need a moment, - Lena murmured and stood up, covering herself with a blanket. It was silly, of course, to act so prudish after they spent night together, but this situation confused her to the core. - Alone.
Starikov didn’t argue like a soldier who used to fulfil a command. She took some of her clothes and left the bedroom without any word. Her red cape laid on the bed untouched.
Lena sighed. Her lack of will made things far more complicated than it was before.
But this version of Supergirl, - Starikov, - she respected Lena. Somehow she had known about Harun-El and experiments that took place in L-corp. But instead of another hysterical scene performed by Supergirl because of synthetic Kryptonite, Starikov expressed her thoughts about this in calm manner.
- You have a rare gift, Lena Luthor, and it would be a crime, if you don’t use it properly.
She radiated another kind of power than Supergirl. The last one had something childish in her, but this version was quite opposite. Strong, confident, dispassionate, Starikov didn’t accuse Lena, but admire her. It was enough to fall for her, to hug, to whisper “bedroom” between the kisses. The only thought that crossed her mind was about how did such powerful and strong could be so tender and soft. She paid attention to every moan, sigh, response she got from almost breathless Lena.
And now Lena looked through the window, half-naked and confused. She saw in the reflection that Starikov was waiting patiently for her in corridor, leaning on the wall.
Lena rubbed her face. She crossed the line of no return this night. It didn’t make any sense to deny and pretend, that nothing happened. She put her old university sweatshirt on the dress, gathered hair at the nape and headed to the kitchen. She had to stop near Starikov for a moment:
- I’ll be waiting for you in the dining room. But you need to put some clothes first, - she said, trying so hard to keep herself from staring on the strong body.
And she failed completely, when minutes later Starikov entered the dining room, wearing gray underwear and tight pants with red seams. The TV on the wall caught her attention with news about original Supergirl. It gave Lena possibility to enjoy beautiful view of firm muscles and great shape of Starikov’s body. Brunette had never had a chance to see Supergirl without costume, but she was sure, that between two of them the Starikov was girl of mighty sinews.
AU with Russian Supergirl Kara Starikov, who treats Lena right.
P.s. Sorry for any possible mistakes.
P.p.s. Tumblr banished the first picture in bed ( who wants to see it can write me in direct
