It’s late into the night, when Lena is frantically typing away at her keyboard. Her heavy, deep, and almost even breathing is that like a bellows, as she alone tries to breathe life and energy into a now dead building. She’s used to it now, in being the lifeblood of a company that was on the brink of death when she’d taken it over. It’s not a task or responsibility she’s taken lightly. Which is precisely why she’s here now, hours after the last employee has gone home.
The office is impossibly quiet now, in such an idle state that it constantly conflicts with Lena’s ideas of what this place is. She knows it’s silly, but Lena has often thought of L-Corp as a living, breathing entity - something brought to life by the tireless and impassioned people that filled its halls and rooms, on any given day. Lena, herself, has given everything to this company, day in and day out. The building, like a person, is a tale of two opposites. In the days it was alive and vibrant, a constantly moving, constantly evolving thing. At night, it went to sleep. It relished in the soft, peaceful, restful moments. Moments of reflection...of lethargy.
This is the place, the place where all of Lena’s dreams were slowly and painstakingly being brought to a fruitful realization.
Tonight was no different from any of the others. Long after all of her employees had gone home, Lena was still here, toiling. She was still trying to breathe life into her wildest and craziest ideas.
Earlier in the day, she’d been struck by inspiration. It had started out with something entirely mundane, but then those ideas had quickly spiraled into something something markedly different, something unheard-of, something revolutionary. And Lena knows without question that she has to get all of these priceless ideas down on paper before these ideas inevitably desert her.
She refuses to quit now, no matter how exhausted and weary she might feel.
Drawings of prototypes lay haphazardly scattered all over her desk. Some litter the floor around her desk – some bent, some wrinkled, some loosely curled and hunched over where they fell. Around her is chaos and disorder. So many things had been tossed around in her haste, that Lena no longer knows where anything is. Her surroundings are eerily reminiscent of her innermost thoughts, which seem to be moving and shifting so rapidly that it’s hard for Lena to even remember where she was going, to begin with. It’s chaos. But if Lena is being honest? She wouldn’t have it any other way. She knew chaos. It was both familiar and comforting. She was most at her element in this sort of environment.
It's the moments of quiet reflection, that Lena most has trouble with. She fears the quiet. She always has.
It often irked her how certain people can be so comfortable there. People like Kara.
Lena’s never fully understood how Kara could sit so comfortably in the quiet. Lena had learned over their time together that the blonde wasn’t afraid of the quiet moments. Kara wasn’t afraid of reflection. It was almost like she was content, to just be. And though Lena wishes she could be more like Kara in that way, she knows she will never be able to. Kara was an enigma. One of a kind. She was strong and fearless. She could also be brash, and maddeningly confident. But at the same time, she could sit outside on the balcony, staring up at the stars in quiet contemplation, beautiful and unhurried. It was as if Kara felt she had all the time in the world, and Lena envied her for it.
Of course, Kara had argued that she hadn’t always been that way. She argues that for many years, she struggled with it as much as Lena struggles with it now. She’d helped Lena understand that it wasn’t about fearing the quiet exactly, but that it was about fearing loneliness. It was about fearing she would never be fully understood by another human being.
Over the course of their relationship, Kara had been trying to help Lena become more comfortable in her own skin.
It had been a work in progress. And the truth is, Lena is better than she used to be. She no longer fears being alone, like she once did. Mainly because being with Kara was the opposite of being alone. Kara had taught Lena how to love herself - to be proud of who she was and take pride in the incredible things she'd accomplished. And Lena was incredibly grateful for that. It had been almost hard to believe that she would be someone worthy of the love that Kara gave her. But Kara had left no doubt.
Lena had spent much of her life building up walls to keep people out. But all the while, she had been secretly hoping that someone would be persistent enough, and relentless enough to slowly chip away at those walls and force their way inside.
Kara had been that one such woman.
Somehow, Kara had wheedled her way inside of Lena’s heart. Lena doesn’t know how it had happened, exactly. Just that one morning she’d woken up, and she’d found Kara had taken up residence inside there. Lena felt understood in a way she’d never felt with anyone before. And now that she knew what it was like to have a home in another person, Lena doesn’t think she could ever bear going back to the way it was before.
Once, in the quiet hours of the early morning, Kara had decided to help Lena, by telling her of her worst fears. Lena remembers that night well. After all, that night had changed them both, and brought them closer together than they’d ever been before. She remembers how gentle and idle Kara’s touch had been as her hand swept up and down Lena’s arm. That gentle motion - going slowly up and down, up and down, had been a seemingly mindless gesture. One that Lena isn't sure Kara was even aware of. But that touch had been everything.
The day before, had been a particularly trying day for them both. And the truth is, Lena wasn't sure how Kara could even function after all she'd been through.
The entire world had turned on her, and Kara had been devastated. Lena had hoped the world had gotten over most of its xenophobia. But after the new president took office, everything had changed. Incredible people like Kara were being told that they weren't wanted by this new society. How could you tell someone who had been forced to listen to such hatred, that they were still loved and valued? How can you make someone understand that not all people think like that? That some people are willing to welcome you with open arms, and give you a safe place to land...
Lena couldn't believe that people were capable of such things. Of such hatred.
Still, Kara wasn't focused on herself. She wasn't wallowing in self-pity. In fact, she refused to even pay it any mind. All she cared about was Lena, and making sure that Lena was okay.
That night, Kara talked and talked and talked. It’s as if she’d somehow known that Lena couldn’t take the quiet. And so she’d filled it. She’d filled it with the rapturous and comforting sound of her own voice. That mindless gesture, had been an almost instinctual and intrinsic gesture of love and comfort. It was a perfect example of how deep in love they had become. They could seemingly anticipate each other’s needs without asking for what was needed. Kara knew her in ways that Lena wasn’t even sure she knew herself.
Lena’s hand slips from the keyboard, as she attempts to fix a typo, without losing her momentum. Her efforts do not go as planned. Soon enough, a line of jumbled and indecipherable text lies right in the middle of her latest paragraph. Lena bites back a curse, and finds the backspace key. She mashes it down with her finger, and watches as the text disappears line by line. Most of it had been utter crap, anyway, Lena concedes with a growl. Suddenly, Lena’s eyes dart frantically over her desk, searching for the image she’d been looking at mere minutes ago. But she can’t find it, and her desk is in such disarray, that Lena’s not sure if she’ll ever be able to find it again.
Lena begins to search, running her hands frantically over the icy surface, as she hopes to uncover the paper by sheer luck and good fortune. Some of the layers upon her desk are only one deep, while other places have stacks that are five or six papers in depth. It really just depended on whether Lena had moved them out of the way, so she could see what was underneath, or if she was happy enough with the one that was previously on top. Most of the drawings before her are years old, but they aren’t outdated. And Lena can’t help but feel as if she were seeing them with new eyes. Finally, her eyes skate over the page she is looking for, and instantly flit back as recognition sparks in her brain. She reaches out for the page with a sense of victory, and sets it right next to the keyboard. Her hands find the keyboard again, and Lena resumes typing as if she’d never lost any of her momentum.
She knows that she should probably pick up her desk and put it back into some semblance of order, but she also doesn’t want to pause from her typing long enough to do it. She can hear the clacking of the keys, as she presses each one of them down in rapid succession. Her fingers are moving so rapidly they are practically fluttering against the keys.
They’re moving so passionately, in fact, that the sounds made by her keyboard have become a steady torrent, much like the sounds outside.
To anyone watching, the movements of Lena’s fingers might look like those of a pianist playing their favorite concerto. Each one of her fingers had a divine purpose, playing its part in the greater picture. The finished product? Something spectacular – perhaps even life changing. And Lena can’t wait to share it with the world. If only she can just finish it first.
Lena feels herself pause, as she feels her surroundings changing around her. Everything had been silent just a moment before, but now sound seemed to roar to life around her. Before, it had been just a trickle of the water slinking down the glass. But now the sky had opened up, and a torrent of water had been released from the heavens.
Lena can no longer ignore what is happening outside. Whatever it was that is happening out there, had effectively captured Lena’s attention.
Lena’s hands reluctantly relinquish their hold on the keyboard. Again.
Lena presses her feet against the icy floor (her heels had been kicked off hours ago) and deliberately turns her chair towards the glass windows at her back. Lena feels herself gasp as she realizes the visibility outside has been reduced to nothing. In fact, she can’t even make out the building across the way.
Water practically pelts against the glass, and bounces against the concrete of her balcony outside. It's raining so hard, in fact, that Lena actually wonders if it's hailing. But when Lena examines the concrete for any trace of ice, she comes up empty.
Lena slides from her chair and stands, taking a couple of tentative steps to the balcony door. In an abrupt decision, she throws the door open, and lets herself be treated to the sounds outside - to the glorious sound of water slapping on concrete. God, she’s missed the rain. Her first inhale, is both wet and cold. She can feel the moisture on her bare skin, as a gust of wind blows some of the rain in her direction. The hairs on the back of her hand tickle ever so slightly, as the water wets them and causes them to bow against her skin. Lena’s make-up laden face doesn’t escape its fate either. Lena sucks in a sharp inhale as she feels the mist brush against her skin like a lover’s caress. Lena’s eyes drift close as she lets herself get kissed by the rain.
Her time in Ireland as a young girl and teenager, made Lena love the rain. Most people here hated it, dreaded it, but not Lena. In fact, Lena often yearned for it.
Unfortunately, rain was an uncommon occurrence in National City.
Lena just closes her eyes, and inhales, relishing in the smell of the rain outside. It felt so good to drown in it. And as she relishes in the sensations of the rain spattering against the concrete, Lena allows herself to remember what the sky had looked like just a few hours earlier.
The sunset she’d witnessed, had been nothing short of spectacular. In the throes of her preoccupation, Lena had not dared to look away from her computer for long. But at some point in the evening, she'd caught the reflection of it in her monitor, and the sight had made her stop dead in her tracks. For that one single moment, her hands and her mind had completely stilled. Her thoughts had gone completely quiet. She sat in awe of the colors she saw. She was taken aback by the way that bright beams of light that managed to penetrate through the thick, puffy clouds on the horizon, as the sun began to sink in the sky. And once the sun had decided to set, there was nothing she could do to slow it down.
She attempted to take it all in. She’d known that in no time at all the sight would be lost to her forever. But Lena made the effort. She’d vowed not to forget it.
Lena is hoping she’ll remember it well enough to paint the picture. Because god, she wishes she could have shared the sight of it with Kara.
Lena’s eyelids flutter open at the thought. And Lena can’t stop the sigh of lament from escaping her lips, as she thinks about Kara. She knows what day it is. She knows its significance, but she can’t let herself dwell on the feelings for too long. Because if she does, Lena feels herself begin to shut down. This feels wrong. Everything about today feels wrong, and Lena can’t fix it.
Lena’s hand tightens on the handle of the door. She’s torn. She wants to leave it open. She would give anything for her lover to walk through that door and sweep her off her feet. But she also knows it's just a hopeful fantasy. She knows Kara is gone, knows that her lover is currently in some other dimension, saving the world as she always does. And Lena? Lena has been left behind. She’s alone.
It’s been one year since that fateful night, when Lena had barged her way into Kara’s apartment hurling words and accusations. One year since Kara confessed her love to Lena, and they made love together on Kara’s couch. And it was easily the best year of Lena’s life.
Of course, it hadn’t exactly been the easiest year of her life. Lex had made an unexpected reappearance in her life. He’d managed to get a hold of Lena’s serum, and took the liberty of giving it to all of the wrong people. Then he’d made a play that nearly caused Lena to lose all she’d built. In one swift move, he’d torn down everything she’d built.
It had been difficult for Lena. The guilt had been eating her alive. But Kara had been there, bracing Lena with her own kindness and strength, lifting her up with love and courage. Lena is ashamed to admit how many times she’d lashed out at Kara without reason – of how many nights Lena came home and yelled at Kara for things that weren’t even remotely her fault. She knows that Kara could have fought back. She should have lashed out at Lena in return. But she did not. Kara, loyal and unfailingly kind as she was, simply stood there night after night and took it. She listened to every word, with a calmness and patience that downright infuriated Lena some of the time. She let Lena yell at her until the brunette made herself hoarse. And when Lena was finally finished, Kara pulled Lena into her arms and let her cry. She let Lena feel all of the hurt, the sorrow, and regret. While resolving to make sure that Lena felt love and devotion, too. It took a long time, but she slowly, carefully, and deliberately put all of Lena’s pieces together. She told Lena that she loved her every day - sometimes multiple times a day. No matter what happened, she made sure Lena knew how special she was – how much she was loved and cherished. It was a novel concept, that. Being loved. She just wishes she could have the love of her life with her now.
Lena feels herself jolt to life unexpectedly, as a knock sounds on the door to her office. Lena opens her eyes and turns in order to find Nia standing there, looking hesitant in the threshold of her office.
“Lena?” Nia’s voice is still uncertain as she speaks for the first time. Nia gets the sense that she’d interrupted something important, but it was too late to go now.
“Nia!” Lena can’t help the bright smile that comes to her face, as Nia finally takes a brave step in.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Lena jokes.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important,” Nia hedges, “It’s just… I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d stop by.”
“Nia, please,” Lena laughs, “You’re always welcome! Now come in, come in!”
The young woman quickly approaches. Their relationship had been slightly awkward at first, but now it seemed like they were the greatest of friends. Lena was incredibly grateful Nia was out there fighting with Supergirl. She felt like she would never be able to repay Nia for keeping Kara safe, for her. “It’s so good to see you! I’ve missed you.” Lena lets herself be pulled into an embrace. It is then, and only then, that Lena’s expression falters and Nia begins to see what is underneath.
“Are you sure that it’s okay that I’m here?” Nia asks. “You seem...”
“Upset,” Nia breathes. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Lena assures her. Then more adamantly, “I’m fine.” Lena punctuates. “it’s just...”
“You were hoping it was her at your door,” Nia finishes. And Lena wants to tell her she’s wrong. But the truth is… in that fraction of a second before she turned around Lena was desperately hoping that she would find Kara standing there in her doorway. When she’d discovered Nia there instead, she had been disappointed and devastated.
“Is it that obvious?” Lena laughs sadly.
“Oh, Lena,” Nia sighs as she pulls Lena into another crushing hug. “I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation? I would have loved to have made you happy.”
“Has there been any word?” Lena asks. But she knows that if there had been any word from the DEO, she would’ve known about it already.
“No, not yet I’m afraid,” Nia shakes her head. “I just came to check up on you,” Nia told her. “Alex told me that you were still working, and I had to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself. Especially since Kara isn’t around.” Lena hates the spike of pain that Nia’s words sent hurtling through her chest.
“It’s been too long,” Lena says as she turns away. She can feel hot tears begin to prick at her eyes. “Something is wrong. We should have heard something from her by now.”
“From the sound of it, there was a lot that needed to be done,” Nia attempts to soothe her. “Besides, she would never leave you alone for long, Lena,” Nia shakes her head. “Never. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”
“It’s been three weeks,” Lena shakes her head. “Days without so much as a word. I’m worried. I’ve been trying really hard not to panic, but there’s this fear inside of me that just refuses to let go.”
“I know,” Nia acknowledges.
“I just…,” Lena sighs, “God – I want her here.”
“Believe me, I understand that,” Nia tells her.
“This is so ridiculous,” Lena says, her throat burning as she chokes back every emotion she’s been fighting for so long. “God… if my mother could see me now,” Lena says with a scoff, “Crying over missing a girl. She’d love it.”
Nia shakes her head. “Lena, come on. You’re seriously the strongest woman I know. And you’re entitled to feeling this way – to missing her the way that you do.” Nia takes a soft breath. “It takes a lot of strength, to give her the sort of freedom you do. To let her go, even though you want so desperately to hang on. That’s love. It’s trust. And I find it absolutely beautiful. Kara is really really lucky she’s found someone like you.”
“I don’t know what I expected,” Lena says. “But part of me honestly believed...”
“That she would be here,” Lena reveals. “It’s so stupid, but I’ve been imagining this scenario where she would appear and sweep me off my feet. We’d celebrate our anniversary together, and-”
“Wait! Today is your anniversary?” Nia sounds shocked.
“Yeah,” Lena tells her. “The truth is, I spent all day pretending it was just some normal day, but it’s not.”
“Wow,” Nia breathes.
“She’s the love of my life, Nia,” Lena tells her softly. “And I know that it’s silly, but over the last year I’ve gotten so used to her being here. I’ve gotten so used to living with her, that I honestly can’t sleep without her there. And I’ve actually been sleeping here on the couch because I can’t face the thought of going home and sleeping in our bed alone.”
“I’m sorry, Lena,” Nia says gently, “I really had no idea.”
“Probably because I’ve gotten really good at pretending I’m okay. But I’m not okay. Because I miss her. I miss her so damned much, and I’d give anything just to be able to hold her right now.”
“Lena,” Nia sounds sad, as she wraps her in another crushing hug.
“And now I’m starting to get scared that she’s never coming back at all,” Lena breathes into Nia’s shoulder. “What if something’s happened?” Lena just keeps babbling. “I mean...it’s not as if I’d really know is it? She’s in another dimension for crying out loud.”
“She’d never do that to you,” Nia argues.
“Not on purpose,” Lena replies. “But what if something happened that was beyond her control?”
“Lena,” Nia says as she pulls back. “Listen to me, okay? Kara is coming back. Hell, she might even make it back in time to celebrate your anniversary. Cause I don’t think Kara would miss it for the world.”
“It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? But I sincerely doubt it,” Lena says sadly. “Time is quickly running out, and she’s not here.”
“Miracles do happen, you know,” Nia sounds so like Kara in this moment, that Lena almost laughs. It’s never been lost on her, how similar the two of them are - how they’re both so optimistic in the face of all adversity. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No,” Lena replies. “It’s sweet of you to offer. But unless you can somehow make my girlfriend magically reappear in the next 37 minutes, I’m afraid nothing is going to make me feel any better.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Nia offers. “So you won’t have to be alone?”
“Actually, I was kind of in the middle of something before, and I’d…. I’d really like to get back to it.”
“Okay,” Nia says as she begins making her way to the door, “Well, if you change your mind, you know how to get a hold of me.”
“I do,” Lena nods. “Hey, Nia?” she calls out, causing Nia to turn back one last time in the doorway.
“Thanks,” Lena smiles. “Thanks for caring about me. It means a lot.”
“Of course,” Nia promises. She taps idly on the doorway several times before she finally withdraws, leaving Lena alone in the office.
Lena shuts the door to the balcony and locks it, giving up all hope that Kara is coming.
Lena heads back to her desk, and resumes her work. Lena tries desperately not to think of Kara. At first, it’s an effort, but as she immerses herself in what she’d been doing before, her feelings get easier and easier to ignore. By the time that midnight fast approaches, Lena doesn’t spare a thought for Kara at all.
But maybe she should have.
Lena is still typing madly away at her computer, when she hears an impossibly soft tap, tap, tap, against the glass at her back.
It’s quiet. So quiet that it’s almost drowned out by the clacking of the keys on her keyboard. Yet, Lena hears it.
At that moment, Lena’s chest involuntarily tightens. Her heart leaps into her throat, and her breath stutters in her lungs. She freezes for a fraction of a moment, and stops breathing as she listens for the noise she just heard. But as the seconds tick by, she’s met with nothing but silence. She strains her ears, and closes her eyes.
When Lena hears nothing else, she sighs and resumes her typing, sure that she just imagined the noise. She’s satisfied she’s correct in her assumption, when she doesn’t hear anything else for almost a full minute. The cadence of her fingers against the keys may be inconstant, but Lena doesn’t quit. She’s determined to keep going. Because what else is she going to do at this point but press on?
Then, it happens again. Lena hears another persistent tap, tap, tap against the glass. This time the sound is much louder than it was before. It's persistent and unyielding. Hell, it sounds downright impatient. In the sudden quiet of Lena’s office, those taps resonate louder than Lena could ever begin to fathom. Lena stops. After all, there’s no way she could have imagined it this time. Lena swallows, and quickly gulps down air as fast as her lungs can pull it in. Then she lets it out. Her chest drops as the air is pushed out. She unhurriedly pushes back the chair from her desk. The taps have stopped now, as if the person on her balcony knows they are no longer necessary.
Lena stands from the chair, and slowly turns toward the balcony. She still doesn’t allow herself to hope. After all, false hope could be a cruel, cruel thing when one dared to do it.
However, as she catches sight of the figure on her balcony, she realizes how wrong she’d been to count Kara out.
She can scarcely believe the sight. Lena’s breath hitches. She feels her entire body respond to the blonde’s presence. It’s an involuntary thing… practically a reflex. Lena's helpless to fight the feeling as everything changes in those several slow heartbeats.
Where her heart had only been beating a slow fifty to sixty times a minute before, it is practically racing out of control, now. The blood in her veins sings, as her heart beats with purpose. Lena feels alive again.
Because there, standing in all of her red, blue, and gold glory, is a very wet, very beautiful, Superhero.
And Lena stares. Because if she had thought that the sunset was beautiful, this is something else entirely. In fact, it sort of feels like seeing the universe for the first time.
It's just - this was one of those times that Lena was just in awe.
She can’t help the way she holds her breath as she takes in the sight of her love for the first time in almost a month.
She looks different.
Lena knows it's silly of her to analyze Kara in such a way. But something seems different about her. It's as if the blonde had been had been tempered by some great life changing event, and it's altered her in some significant way. Lena wants to ask. Wants to know what it is that's happened. But she also knows that there will be plenty of time for them to talk about it later.
Kara’s hair is darker than Lena is used to, likely dampened by the heavy rain falling outside. Its strands aren’t curly like they usually are, but instead are straight. Some strands are tangled. Some stick to Kara’s face at odd angles, but Kara seems completely unbothered by this. It's as if none of the other things matter to her right now. It's as if she doesn't even feel the rain that is pouring down on her. All that matters to her, is Lena.
Lena nearly laughs as the blonde catches her gaze, and the blonde gives her a small, almost flippant wave. It's casual in its demeanor, and it's so typically Kara that Lena almost laughs. Sure, Kara might be different, but she's still the same Kara Lena fell in love with so long ago.
“Hey,” Kara tries to speak, but the word is mostly breath and scarcely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain.
Still, Lena hears it. Oh, how she does.
Kara is breathing heavily, her perfectly proportioned chest heaving in a way that Lena’s only seen it do on a few rare occasions, and Lena silently wonders how she didn't notice it sooner. She's not sure she's ever seen the blonde this short of breath. And she knows that Kara must have really exerted herself in order for her to get that way.
The thought strikes Lena with a pang of longing. Kara had fought hard to be here with her. She’d exhausted all of her strength so that she might make it here, to Lena. And Lena can’t help but feel a little guilty for doubting her.
“You look a bit surprised to see me,” Kara states calmly, with a hint of breathlessness in her voice.
“That’s because I am,” Lena answers her. “The truth is, I wasn’t sure if you were ever coming back.”
"Please," Kara scoffs, in order to show Lena how ridiculous she was being. “Now you’re just being silly,” Kara laughs.
She laughs. But it's a tired laugh, one indicative of exhaustion.
And as Lena studies Kara’s expression in depth, she suddenly realizes that Kara’s breathing isn’t the only thing indicative of her exhaustion. The blonde looked to be barely holding herself up.
Kara’s shoulders, which were usually held high and squared in battle, are sagging now – hunched over in the darkness. She looks tired - hard in a way that Lena can't remember her being before.
Kara’s eyes, which are usually bright and crystalline, look almost heavy lidded now. They are gray - almost icy, a hint of blue mixed with steel.
Lena's breath catches in her throat as she notices something else. There's a dusting of pink on Kara's cheeks. They look flushed. And if Lena didn’t know any better, she’d almost think that Kara was a bit cold.
Kara blinks, and stares back at Lena with a hunger and a longing that Lena wouldn’t have ever thought possible.
This is the second Lena knows for sure. Kara has missed her just as much as she had, perhaps even more.
“Lena, you know that I could never stay away from you for long.”
Lena watches in amazement, as the muscles in Kara’s hand twitch just a little. She sees the blonde’s fingers move. It’s as if the blonde is fighting her every impulse to move towards Lena and wrench open the door that separates them so they are no longer separated. Lena watches in fascination as the cords of muscle in Kara’s forearm tighten in response.
She suddenly feels her abdomen involuntarily clench in response. It's a memory that does it. The memory of Lena's headboard crumbling in Kara's hands - the way the muscles in Kara's forearm barely exerted themselves when it happened. She can't help it. There's so much raw power there, and that power... was never wielded without care. This is the first time in a long time that Lena has seen Kara look the least bit apprehensive.
Her eyes are drawn elsewhere. She watches the muscles in the blonde’s neck tighten and bob up and down as the blonde nervously swallows.
Lena had always had a bit of a fascination with the flawless column of Kara's neck. She loved how contradictory it was. How it was so perfectly elegant, and yet held so much power within it.
Lena lets herself to remember the way it feels to wrap her arms around that neck - what it felt like to be cradled so delicately in such strong arms, as Kara flew her hundreds of feet in the air.
Lena struggles not to think about taking her mouth to Kara’s pulse point. She tries not to think about what it would feel like to try and mark Kara with her teeth in tongue, and claim the woman she loves more than anything in the world. But it's an impossibility, when Kara is looking so decadent before her now.
Kara expression turns to one of smugness and pride, as she takes in Lena’s hungry expression.
She smiles. It’s not one of Kara’s signature beaming smiles, but instead it's a quirk of the lips and an arch of the eyebrows that tells Lena Kara knows exactly what she’s thinking right now.
The blonde looks so utterly beautiful to her in that moment, that Lena is stunned. Lena continues to look on, as the rain continues to pour down behind Kara, acting like a vail or a curtain.
Kara is soaked to the bone. In fact, it’s amazing just how sodden the blonde has become. Anything behind Kara can’t be made out. The rain is falling so heavily that even the building across the way has vanished in obscurity.
Kara looks more like a drowned rat, than a human being at the moment. But somehow, miraculously the look is working for her. In fact, Lena's pretty sure that there are no words available in the english language that can accurately describe how beautiful Kara looks to her right now. She’s stunning. The fact is, she’s so stunningly beautiful that it actually robs Lena of her ability to breathe normally. Lena's mouth falls open as she takes in more and more details. It's as if she can't quite get enough. She's starting to think that she could easily spend an eternity staring into Kara's eyes, and it wouldn't be enough.
She’s become hopelessly entranced by the way that the beads of water seem to cling to Kara’s long eye lashes. She watches in amazement as Kara blinks them away, only for those drops to be replaced by new ones. Lena swallows, her mouth growing dry at the sight of her.
Lena can’t seem to breathe as she looks at Kara with newfound love and desperation in her eyes. It’s still raining hard enough that the water practically drips from Kara’s fingertips in a steady stream. Ten lines connect Kara to the concrete beneath her, as if anchoring her there.
It's fascinating, as she watches the water fall over her like a wet blanket.
Every so often, rivulets of water escape from Kara’s hairline, and trickle down the side of her face, before dripping from her chin to the concrete below. Some of these lines are lucky enough to make it past her chin and draw a line from Kara’s temple, all the way down her neck and beyond. Lena briefly thinks about following those trails with her mouth - in drinking from this holy grail. She can almost imagine what Kara would feel like against her now.
And Lena, for all of her extreme intelligence, can’t even bring herself to move. Because all she can think about, is the fact that Kara is somehow miraculously here in front of her, to celebrate the last - Lena has to glance down at her watch in order to check - seven minutes of their anniversary.
“So...” Kara says with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “Are you going to invite me in? Or are you going to leave me standing out in the cold?”
“I guess that depends,” Lena says with a dangerous lilt to her voice. “What can you offer me, Supergirl?”
“Hmm,” Kara pretends to think about it for a moment. “Well, I don’t know… But surely I can offer you... something you desire.” Lena hums.
Neither one of them move. They’re both so afraid that they’re imagining all of this.
Kara’s cape flutters upwards in a particularly strong gust of wind, and Lena watches in awe as the deep red fabric billows out behind Kara’s shoulders for one infinitesimal moment, before settling back down around her legs again. It briefly tangles around one leg, before rebounding and letting go.
Lena’s jaw falls open as a jagged bolt of lightning strikes the building across the way, and Lena sees the bolt arc across the sky. The crack of thunder that follows is almost instantaneous. And Lena jumps. That single bolt of electricity seemingly jolts Lena back to life.
It’s then that Lena springs towards the door, closing the distance between them with several impassioned steps. Suddenly, her limbs can’t seem to move fast enough for her comfort and peace of mind. She has to get the door open. Because she can’t bear to be separated from Kara for another moment, or it’s going to kill her.
Lena flicks the lock with a turn of her wrist, and throws open the door in front of Kara. In that same moment, they are both reaching out for one another. And Lena feels something slot into place when her hand finds Kara’s cheek, and Kara’s, hers. It’s the sort of comfort that can't be found with anyone else. Kara is her home.
She can't stop the shiver that escapes her, as she confirms her suspicions and finds Kara's skin to be as cold as she imagined it.
“Miss me?” Kara asks, with a devilish smirk that sends Lena’s stomach into a fit of ill-timed somersaults. But god, what a time it was for her to be alive.
Kara is looking at her, like she’s the shelter in a storm - like she’s her salvation, and Lena can’t quite get enough of it.
“God. Must you always be so smug?” Lena asks her with a hint of annoyance.
“Only for you,” Kara breathes. Eliciting another shiver from the brunette.
Kara's voice is low and husky. Her voice is just a tad bit scratchier than she’s used to, and the sound does strange things to Lena’s insides.
"You're cold," Lena shivers against the blonde's touch.
"Yeah," Kara laughs, "Probably because someone left me standing out on their balcony."
"I'm sorry," Lena tells her honestly, as she holds Kara's blue gaze. "I didn't mean to ... It's just... I honestly wasn't sure you were real."
"Well there's one way to know for sure," Kara says with a waggle of her eyebrows. Lena exhales heavily. The sound is tremulous, and betrays the depth of the emotions she's feeling. Lena allows her hand to fall from Kara’s face.
“Come here,” she orders as she tugs Kara closer. Lena’s words sound like both an order and a plea. Kara's warm breath mists in the air between them. The cloud of vapor is pulled out into the cold air beyond. It's majestic, and beautiful. And Lena finds herself drowning in it.
Her manicured nails scrape against the roughened fabric of Kara’s Supersuit, finding the divots, and hard muscles underneath. Kara mewls ever so quietly under breath – in a way that vaguely reminds Lena faintly of a cat.
Kara steps closer. She’s so close now, that Lena can feel Kara’s warm breath mingling with her own. She can feel the cold, damp skin, against the palm of her cheek. Kara’s forehead drops forward. Lena’s eyelids flutter as she feels Kara nuzzle against her ever so gently. It’s gentle, but prodding – just enough to remind Lena that she’s there.
And Lena lets out a sigh of relief. This isn’t some sort of a dream.
Kara isn’t some phantasm that’s about to vanish before her eyes. She’s actually there. With her. And it’s more than Lena could have hoped for.
“God I’ve missed you,” Lena admits, as tears build in her eyes. She feels her eyes grow hot. And soon enough her throat is burning as she tries not to cry.
Lena's eyes are faintly glossy now, and this does not go unnoticed by Kara. She isn’t sure how she ever made it through three weeks without her.
“Me too,” Kara tells her sincerely.
Kara’s touch remains gentle, but steadfast against her.
Lena's hand slides around the back of Kara’s neck, curling against the powerful muscle there. She almost loses her grip, because Kara’s skin is still so wet that Lena’s hand almost slides right back off of her. But somehow she manages to hang on. She's resolved. And she’s not letting Kara go without a fight.
Kara groans, as she feels Lena’s fingers tangle in the damp strands at the nape of her neck. She lets herself be moved as she feels Lena tug her towards her, and Kara’s breath hitches at the sudden and overwhelming sensation of Lena’s lips against her own. It starts out gentle, as if they're both reacquainting themselves with how the other feels. But all too soon, that changes. The kiss turns hungry. It's the kind of ravenous hunger that comes after being starved for so long. It knows no bounds. And they can't help but throw themselves into every sensation.
Lena can’t help the sound that escapes her when Kara steps into the kiss and deepens it.
She'd almost forgotten how good Kara's lips felt against her own - how soft and demanding that they could be when the situation warranted it.
Kara’s hand cups her cheek, touching Lena so gently that Lena is almost afraid she’s imagining it.
Lena takes her fill, kissing Kara like it might be their last. Kara is steady and responsive against her. But it’s clear from the way she lets Lena manipulate her, though, that she’s letting Lena take the lead.
“I'm sorry,” Kara apologizes, “I know I cut it a little close this time, but you wouldn’t believe what I had to go through, in order to make it here to you.”
“As far as I’m concerned,” Lena tells her breathlessly, “You’re right on time, Darling.”
“I’m sorry,” Kara apologizes, “I can only imagine what you’ve been through over the last few weeks.”
“I won’t say that it’s been easy for me. But frankly, none of that matters anymore. Because you’re here. You’re actually here, and I-” Kara swallows Lena’s next words with a searing kiss.
When the kiss finally breaks, Kara’s breathing is heavy. Heavier than it was even a moment ago. Lena presses a hand to Kara’s chest, feeling the way that Kara’s chest hungrily rakes in the air between them – as if she can’t possibly get enough.
"Kara?" Lena's voice is unbelievably gentle as she speaks the blonde's name out of concern for her.
"I'm okay," Kara answers her, as if reading Lena's mind. Kara's heart is thundering now, beating so hard Lena is worried something might be wrong. Kara's eyes are closed, screwed shut in concentration.
"Are you sure?" Lena questions. "You're breathing really hard right now."
"I'm just trying to make sure that I don't lose control," Kara confesses. "And right now? It's really, really difficult."
"Oh," Lena exhales. She suddenly understands. "Do you want some space?"
"No," Kara answers all too enthusiastically. "No, I just... need a minute," Kara breathes. "Please don't go anywhere," Kara begs of her, "Don't leave me."
"Of course," Lena tells her with love overflowing in her heart. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
Kara lets out a breath of contentment, as Lena's forehead continues to press against her own. They spend minutes just breathing together. It takes a while, but Kara's breathing finally evens out.
"Yeah," Kara breathes. Then she's pulling Lena into another kiss. This kiss is markedly different from the one before. It's maddening.
Don’t get me wrong. Lena loved how gentle Kara could be. But it could also be incredibly maddening sometimes. Like when her entire body was crying out for something more, in the way that it was now.
“Come on, Darling. Kiss me,” Lena pleads.
“Funny,” Kara tells her cheekily, her eyes holding a hint of pride and mischief within them, “Cause I thought that’s what I was doing.”
“Shut up,” Lena laughs. “You know what I mean," Lena says sternly. "Come on, Kara. Kiss me like you mean it,” Lena tells her, and Kara responds in kind. In fact, she responds with such overwhelming passion, that it’s almost too much for Lena to handle. Lena staggers backwards, as she feels Kara step into her. Lena gasps, as she feels the scrape of Kara's teeth upon her bottom lip.
Kara nibbles there, before she skillfully parts Lena's mouth with her own.
And, finally, when Kara adds her tongue to the mix? Lena actually loses her mind.
Kara's tongue is suddenly pushing inside, deep, deep, deeper, before mingling with Lena's own. And Lena can't stop the moan that is pulled from her throat, as she tastes her for the first time.
Lena is bit unsure, but she can almost swear that she detects a hint of something sweet on Kara's tongue. It's something absolutely delectable, and Lena can't help but revel in it.
Kara is moving so quickly against her now. Her hands are flying over Lena’s body so quickly, that Lena can’t seem to figure out where to hold her. At first Kara's hands are against her cheeks, then cradling either side of her neck, then sliding down her front, then ghosting over her heaving rib-cage, then pressing over her soft stomach, and finally grasping her hips in a steadying hold. Lena tries to counter each of Kara's movements, for balance. But she can't seem to move fast enough. And with the way that Kara is pressing into her now, Lena's afraid she's going to lose her balance. Or worse - that with every pass of her tongue Kara is going to cause her knees to traitorously buckle and Lena will wind up on the floor.
Lena can't help it. There's something about the way that Kara kisses her that makes her weak in the knees.
Lena feels a spike of panic, as Kara kisses her even harder than before. It's a tad bit unhinged. It's almost bruising, and Lena is sure she's going to feel Kara's lips against her own hours later.
Her ruby red lipstick is smudged beyond salvation. Kara seems to be wearing some of it now, and Lena finds the sight unbelievably sexy. It's almost too much for Lena to handle.
She can feel Kara losing the control she fought so hard for. But just when Lena thinks Kara is going to slip too far, she somehow pulls back. The kiss goes soft. It's lingering, and exploratory. She feels Kara's desire, though. She feels it all of the way to her bones. And Lena feels her body respond to it.
"Fuck, " Lena gasps as she feels Kara moving against her, again.
Why does this part always go so fast?
And I really want this to last so bad
Words distract us, but we know the truth
So hush, baby, my heart's speaking to you
Kara is grasping Lena’s cheeks in a steady hold. The kiss doesn’t relent. It’s messy and chaotic, and Lena can feel their mouths clashing, but there’s something so glorious behind it. It’s desperate and yearning, and Lena can’t stop thinking about how good Kara’s mouth feels against her own. Lena can’t seem to stop the sounds from escaping, as Kara pulls them from the depths of her throat with her skilled hands and mouth. Kara’s body is pressing hard against Lena’s now. So much so that the water from Kara’s suit is seeping into Lena’s blouse. But Lena can’t be bothered enough to care.
Soon enough, Lena's entire front is soaked. And it goes layers deep. Not only is Lena's blouse damp, but so is the cami and the bra that are underneath it.
Lena’s movements are almost chaotic, as she tries to keep a hold on the invaluable woman kissing her. It’s a struggle, however, because of how slick the blonde's skin is beneath her hands.
She pulls Kara closer, moaning softly into Kara’s mouth. She can seemingly feel everywhere they are pressed together.
Where Lena’s body is soft and curvy, Kara’s is all muscle and hard lines. In fact, some of Kara’s lines are so sharp that Lena’s pretty sure they could actually cut someone. Still, Kara feels so good against her now.
"Kara," Lena gasps, as she feels Kara tug her even closer. Lena feels like she's going to simultaneously combust. The way that Kara is touching her leaves her powerless to fight it.
Lena's abdomen is throbbing. And it only seems to be getting worse. With every beat of her heart, Lena feels her core throb in time with it. It's almost maddening. But at the same time, it feels so fucking good that Lena can't put it into words.
Lena almost can’t believe that she lived without this for three whole weeks. Because from where she’s standing now? This is something that can’t be lived without. The fact is, Lena doesn’t how how she’s ever going to be able to be without Kara again.
And then, with another revelation, Lena suddenly realizes that she doesn’t want to. She doesn't ever want to let Kara go.
In a fit of panic, Lena breaks the kiss suddenly and without warning.
Of course, Kara attempts to follow after her, in order to prolong it, but Lena quickly presses her hands to the front of Kara’s chest in a wordless gesture. And Kara, Saint that she is, stops what she is doing immediately and gives Lena the spaces she wants. She watches with a pang of guilt as Kara swallows, and glances away. Lena feels a pang of longing as she catches sight of just how decadent Kara looks. She looks absolutely destroyed by the lust they shared. Kara's pupils are blown, her eyes so dark, that there is only the faintest hint of blue within them. Kara's mouth is open. Her lips are swollen and bruised where Lena kissed her. Lena's lipstick is smudged around Kara's mouth. And the blonde's cheeks are flushed with so much color it's almost hard to believe. Lena's never seen her look so beautiful. And she takes a lot of pride in how ravaged the blonde looks.
But Lena's mood quickly changes as she sees the look on Kara's face. Lena's heart stutters as Kara lets out a tremulous breath. She can tell that Kara is beating herself up.
“I’m sorry,” Kara apologizes, “Did I do something wrong? Do you not want-”
“Kara,” Lena’s voice softens. “Hey, stop doubting yourself. Please. It's just – there’s something really important that I have to take care of right now, and you're distracting me from doing it.”
“Oh?” the inflection of Kara’s voice sends shivers rocketing down her spine. “And you have to do this thing now? It can’t wait?”
“No,” Lena says resolutely. “I’m afraid not.” Kara looks after Lena with nothing short of disappointment.
“Just wait here for a second, okay?” Lena orders her.
Lena doesn’t expect Kara to actually listen, of course, but Kara surprises her and does as she is told.
Kara tries to wait patiently, as Lena moves away from her.
Lena rushes over to her desk and frantically starts wrenching open the drawers. She can’t remember where she put the object in question - only that it’s in her desk, somewhere.
Lena rummages through its drawers, cursing herself for not planning this out better.
She’d meant to come up with something better, some sort of beautiful grand gesture, but she can’t bring herself to care about any of that now. There is something to be said about living life in the moment. Lena was a long-time believer in spontaneity.
“Come on! Where is it?” Lena says under her breath, as she continues pulling objects out of the drawers, and throwing them onto her floor - just to get them out of the way.
“I’d ask how your office got to be such a mess,” Kara jokes, “but I think I might already have my answer.”
“Shut up!” Lena shoots back at her, but they both know she doesn’t mean it in the least.
Kara’s chuckle sends a fresh array of shivers down Lena’s spine.
Her hand has just closed around the object in question, when Lena feels Kara’s presence at her back.
“I know this is probably the wrong time for me to say this, but you look incredibly sexy bent over like that... wearing that tight little pencil skirt that practically screams power,” Kara breathes.
“I didn’t realize that was one of your fantasies, Supergirl,” Lena quips back.
“Oh, Please,” Kara chuckles, “You should know by now that I love it when you’re bent over for me.” And Lena can’t stop the sound that escapes her as a hundred different memories rush through her head at once. She thinks of all of the positions they’ve tried, and the ecstasy each of those positions brought with them. Lena practically feels her body catch on fire at one particularly passionate memory of Kara driving into her from behind. She remembers her face being pressed into the mattress – thinks of raw screams, and an orgasm that practically ripped her in half.
Kara’s body had felt cold against her before. But now? Now Lena could scarcely believe how hot it feels against her own. Lena feels her entire body shudder as she experiences the unmistakable sensation of Kara’s lips on the back of her neck. Kara presses a long lingering kiss to the skin there. And Lena chokes on the breath in her lungs as Kara’s hands find her hips. Holding Lena completely still in her resolute grasp.
Lena is shaking now. She’s actually trembling, and Lena can’t seem to calm her nerves. Not when everything is riding on this one moment.
“So...” Kara hums, “What is it you were looking for exactly?”
“What? Oh! Nothing. It’s...” Lena hates how her voice changes in pitch when she responds.
“Nothing?” Kara parrots.
“Kara,” Lena groans. She hates how much of a smart-ass Kara can be, sometimes.
“So,” Kara says slowly. It’s clear from the way that the word drags out that Kara doesn’t believe Lena in the least.
“Tell me. Just what is it that’s so important, that we had to stop what we were doing?” Kara questions. “Because if I’m being completely honest? That kiss kind of rocked my world. And I definitely want to do it again.”
“Me too,” Lena breathes, as her hand curls tightly around the small velvet box clutched in her right hand. Lena straightens up.
She can’t help it. She’s suddenly thinking about just how much she wants to continue what they’d been doing - how she wants to kiss Kara every single day for the rest of her life. Because, god, that kiss had been something absolutely spectacular.
The fact is, kissing Kara always was. And Lena wants more. She wants her for the rest of her life.
Lena is about to turn around. She’s about to pry open the box in her hand, but she hesitates at the last moment as she feels fear surge up inside of her. She can’t help but wonder. What if Kara isn’t ready? What if she proposes, and Kara doesn’t want her?
Lena thinks she finally understands. It’s no wonder men get so nervous when popping the question. Because anything!...and I mean anything, was possible.
“Hey, are you okay?” Kara seems to catch on to Lena’s distress.
“Of course,” Lena replies. “I’m sorry. I just got distracted. What is it we were doing?”
“Maybe just a little bit of this,” Kara hums, as she presses another long, lingering kiss to Lena’s neck. “And a little bit of this,” Kara hums again as she squeezes Lena’s hips in her hand and tugs Lena back against her.
Lena can’t stop the sound of wanting that escapes her.
“Rao, you’re so beautiful…," exhales into Lena's ear, "You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“Mmm, I might have an inkling,” Lena breathes, almost sighs. “Remind me to put that friend of yours on my blacklist. And if he shows up again, he should be prepared to face my wrath.”
“Hey, come on,” Kara tells her in a sympathetic voice. “Barry is a good friend of mine. And he means well.”
“He stole you away from me for three weeks, Kara,” Lena whined, “Do you have any idea how awful it’s been?”
“I might have an idea, as a matter of fact,” Kara says conversationally. “But I hope you know he wouldn’t have stolen me away from you, unless it was for something really important.”
“I do,” Lena concedes. “But that doesn’t make it any easier.”
“I know. And I’m sorry,” Kara apologizes, “I’m sorry that it seems like I always have one foot out the door.”
“Just tell me,” Lena pleads, “Was it worth it? Did you guys manage to save the world?”
“We did,” Kara nods. “But it wasn’t easy. Believe me.” Kara sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if the cost is worth it.”
“Kara?” Lena’s voice softens.
“I just want you to know,” Kara tells her, “I know that it’s not fair. I know what I ask of you is unfair. It’s – It’s not right of me to make you wait for me all of the time. And the truth is, sometimes I think you’d be so much better off without me.”
“Kara,” Lena protests. “Kara, no. Just no.”
“I know you’ve said that you don’t mind it,” Kara breathes. “But if that ever changes. If you ever find yourself needing more than I can give you… I hope that you'll tell me. And I promise I'll … I’ll step aside.” Kara nearly chokes on the words, but she finally manages to get them out. “I want you to be happy. Even if… Even if it’s not with me.”
“That’s never going to happen,” Lena tells her adamantly.
“No,” Lena shakes her head. “Kara, listen to me. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. I know that what you do is worthwhile and important. Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to fight by your side, and sometimes you have to leave me behind. But no matter what? I’m with you. I will always be with you. Even if it means I have to wait for you, sometimes.” Then. “The truth is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Lee-” Kara shakes her head. There are tears in her eyes when Kara says, "I don't deserve you."
"Oh, honey," Lena sighs as she lets her head fall backwards onto Kara's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "You couldn't be any more wrong."
Kara opens her mouth to protest, but Lena won't let her. "No," Lena tells her, "I'm serious. Kara, the fact is, you... deserve the whole world."
"You mean that?" Kara asks her, softly.
"With my whole heart, Darling," Lena promises.
"I’m really proud of you, honey,” Lena tells her sincerely. “I may not have said it before, but I am very proud of you and of what you do.”
“Thanks,” Kara exhales. “But the truth is, I couldn’t do it without you.”
“Oh?” Lena tries not to sound too smug about that. But it’s a hard thing to do when Kara is stoking her ego like she is.
“Yeah,” Kara agrees. “It’s funny. When I realized I was in love with you for the first time? I-I was so scared.” Kara pauses for a moment. “Of course it wasn’t without reason. I mean, you were with James at the time, and it seemed particularly cruel that I had to go and fall in love with someone who was completely unavailable. Clark… Clark always talked about Lois like she was his better half. He said that loving her, being with her, is what made him a better hero. Because it gave him… It gave him something to fight for. And in situations that were particularly dicy, he used his love for her as motivation to come back home.” Kara pauses again. “In the beginning, my love for you felt like a weakness. But the truth is, Clark was right. Lena, you are… you make me a better hero.” Lena scoffs at this, and Kara gives her a little pinch in order to let Lena know she heard her. “No, seriously,” Kara argues, “You do. Lena, you make me better. When I’m doubting myself. When I’m unsure of which way is the right way, you point the way for me. You’re my compass, and I am so so grateful to you for all of the love that you’ve given me. I never...never would have made it through the last year without you. Losing my family like I did… Having Alex and Eliza not know I was Supergirl, it nearly killed me. But you were there for me, and I can’t...thank you enough.”
“Kara,” Lena’s voice is thick as she feels herself become emotional. “The same goes for you, you know?” Lena laughs. It’s a wet laugh. “I… I used to be so scared that I would lose my way. That somehow, I would become the kind of person the Luthors wanted me so desperately to be, despite my best efforts. But now that I’m with you?...I’m not scared of that anymore.” Lena pauses. “Because every single day, you show me what it means to live my life for the good of all. And anytime I’m not sure of the way to go, you lead the charge. You show me the right way.”
“Yeah,” Kara says, “but it’s not like you really need me most of the time. You’re good, Lena. You always have been. Hell, you have the best heart of anyone I’ve ever known.”
Lena closes her eyes, and presses back into Kara’s body, as if she can’t bear any separation between them. Then, Lena freezes. She feels herself go cold. A powerful shiver courses unbidden through her body.
Lena feels powerless to stop the noise of desperation that escapes her as she feels something press into her backside. Lena starts to turn around, to face Kara, when Kara stops her. Lena makes a whining sound, when she feels Kara’s warm breath ghost against the skin of her neck. Soon enough, Lena feels a kiss being pressed into her hair.
“Is that what I think it is?” Lena whimpers.
“Maybe?” Kara whispers in Lena’s ear, before pressing a lingering kiss to the skin just behind it.
“Kara, I swear to god! If you’re not-” Lena begins. But Kara doesn’t let her get the threat out, before she’s shushing Lena with another kiss to the back of her neck, and pushing her down against her desk. Lena struggles against her for a fraction of a moment. But as soon as she realizes Kara’s intentions, she stops fighting.
Lena gulps. Kara is going to take her. Kara is going to take her against the desk, in a way that Lena has fantasized about on countless occasions. And Lena wants her to. Desperately.
“Kara,” Lena can’t help the impatient sound that escapes her. “Please. I just want to feel you.”
“I’m getting there, Darling,” Kara assures her. “I promise.” Lena feels her breath catch in her lungs, as she hears the sounds of Kara’s suit being shed. First, she hears the heavy thump of Kara's boots hitting the floor, as the blonde quickly pulls them off one by one. Then, the sound of a zipper being pulled down. And finally, some more rustling as Kara’s shirt is shed. Before Lena can complain, she feels Kara’s hands on her once more.
“Kara-” Lena cries out. Her entire body thrumming in anticipation of what came next.
“Patience, Darling,” Kara tells her. And Lena wants to scream.
Because how dare she demand patience, when Lena’s body was on fire in the way that it was?
Lena can’t stop the whimper from escaping as she feels Kara begin to tug at her clothes.
“Lee?” Kara’s voice holds a hint of a question.
“Take it off,” Lena demands as she feels Kara’s hands tug at her clothes. “Just get them off of me! Please!” Lena practically shouts in desperation.
“You sure?” Kara asks her.
“Kara, I swear to god-” Lena threatens, “If you keep messing around, I’m gonna-”
“Okay, easy… Easy, Love,” Kara soothes, “I’ve got you.”
Kara tugs Lena’s blouse out of her skirt, and Lena lets out a breath of relief.
Then Lena feels Kara’s hands move downwards to the hemline of her skirt. She feels fingers dance against her thighs, and Lena lets out a low, desperate, and inarticulate sound. Lena squeezes her eyes shut, as Kara rucks up the fabric around her middle so that it’s out the way. Then Kara sets to work on her pantyhose. She easily tears the thin fabric, and tosses the tattered remnants away.
“Kara, faster,” Lena begs. “Please, it’s been so long and I...”
“I need you,” Lena whines.
Lena gasps as Kara wrenches open her blouse, and buttons go flying, before skittering across the floor and out of sight. Lena feels her arms tugged backwards, as Kara pulls the blouse away, starting with the fabric at her collar. Slowly the dampened fabric peels away from her torso. Lena feels a pang of mourning, as she hears Kara wad her fine silk blouse into a ball of fabric. Without any additional ceremony, the blonde tosses its remains away. And Lena hears it hit the floor with the slapping sound of wet fabric. This leaves Lena mostly bare before her lover. Thus leaving Lena’s underwear as the only obstacle.
Lena’s hips involuntarily buck against the desk, as if searching for Kara behind her. And Lena groans, when she feels Kara press close. Lena feels rapture as she realizes she’s feeling Kara’s skin against her own. There’s nothing between them now, and it’s heavenly.
“How’s that?” Kara asks. “Better?” But she already knows the answer. Bare skin slides against bare skin. Lena’s eyes squeeze shut as she feels Kara’s breasts press against her back. Goosebumps rise on Lena’s skin, and she shivers.
“God yes,” Lena hisses. “Kara, I don’t want to seem too demanding right now, but I really need you.” Then. “Please. Please don’t make me wait, Darling.”
“I won’t,” Kara says in a gentle voice. “I promise.”
Just give me that touch, I want it
Quit talking too much, I'm ready
Stop moving your lips and kiss me
Keep taking my breath away
Kara’s lips are suddenly everywhere, and Lena can’t stop the noises that escape her as she feels Kara nibbling at the flawless alabaster skin of her shoulders. It’s almost vulgar, how much of Kara’s tongue Lena feels on her as Kara presses kisses to her pale white skin. She knows there will be marks there later. She can feel Kara’s teeth scrape against her with every pass of her lips. Still, she can’t be bothered to care. In fact, if she’s being completely honest, she wants Kara to mark her as her own.
“Kara,” Lena whimpers again. The pulse in her abdomen is quickly becoming unbearable.
Kara’s hands find her own on the desk, and Lena unwittingly drops the box in her hand. She feels a sense of mourning as she listens to it clatter to the edge of the desk, before it inevitably topples off the edge and onto the floor beneath it.
Kara is of such a singular mindset that she misses the box’s significance, entirely. But Lena? Lena knows.
Kara’s fingers quickly thread through Lena’s own, anchoring her to the desk.
“Kara, Baby, please.”
“I know,” Kara soothes, “I know, Love.”
“Just-” Lena’s not above desperately pleading. Still, her pleas are not necessary. Lena can’t help the choked noise that escapes her as she feels Kara begin to move her legs apart, inch by inch. Because Lena knows what comes next.
Lena feels Kara tug at the fabric of her panties. And that’s it. A tiny tug, and Kara has effectively ripped the lace - severing the last obstacle remaining between them. Lena can’t help the impatient whine that escapes her vocal cords, as she feels Kara’s fingers prodding against her opening, testing to see just how ready she is for her. She feels a finger press inside. But the touch is so light, that it denies Lena what she so desperately needs.
Lena feels herself try and cling to that lone finger. She feels her walls involuntarily grasp at the digit, as she tries to pull Kara in deeper. God, she wants more. She needs so much more.
“Darling, please,” Lena begs, “Please...Please...Please.” Her words are eerily like a chant. The yearning inside of Lena is just so strong, and Lena so weak. She can’t bear the thought of waiting any longer.
“It’s been a while, so I’m going to take it easy on you, okay?” Kara tells her, before pressing another gentle and loving kiss to the back of Lena’s neck.
“Don’t,” Lena tells her. “Don’t take it easy on me.”
“No,” Lena protests loudly. “I'm serious. God... Do you have any idea how long I’ve needed this?” Lena asks her,
“Probably for about as long as I have,” Kara answers, her words nearly a whisper. “Look, I know what you think you want, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Kara says as she withdraws her finger. Lena hates the sound of absolute mourning that escapes her then. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she actually thinks she’s about to cry if Kara doesn’t move soon.
“You won’t,” Lena assures her. “Kara, you could never hurt me. Just please, for the love of god will you just-” And that’s the moment. That’s the moment that Kara chooses to push inside of her for the first time. Lena practically cries out in relief. Kara is finally and rapturously inside of her. And the noises she is making? Well, Lena will never admit to making half of them. But good god, she’s never felt anything so good in all of her years of life. The woman she loves more than anything is inside of her, and Lena never wants it to stop.
“I love you,” Kara tells her over and over again, as she lets Lena adjust to the feeling of being filled. “I love you so much, Lena.” Kara slowly withdraws. She nearly pulls all of the way out, before she pushes slowly back in.
“Kara,” Lena’s voice is thick as she tries to speak. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“You okay?” Kara can’t help but ask. “Lee, are you – are you crying?” Kara falters. “Do you want me to stop?” She’s actually about to pull out, but the second she starts, Lena’s pleading cries are enough to stop her.
“No,” Lena wails, “No, don’t. Please.”
“Lena,” Kara’s voice is gentle. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Because I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much, Darling, and I can’t-” Lena begins. But she stops as she realizes what she’d been about to say. “I’m just so glad you’re back. Please don’t ever leave me again.”
“I won’t,” Kara promises, “I won’t, okay? You are so good to me, Lena. You’re just so good. And I… I feel the same way, okay? I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
“Well,” Lena jokes. “You know what they say. About absence making the heart grow fonder, or whatever...”
“Please,” Kara laughs. “I’ve always felt this way about you. Hell, if I had had my way, I would have had us joined at the hip eons ago.”
“Oh!” Lena gasps, as Kara hits a particularly good spot, and Lena’s body responds to how good it feels. “Fuck!” Lena groans, as Kara hits that same spot again.
“Good?” Kara questions her, with a hint of smugness in her voice.
“Harder,” Lena demands of her. Kara pushes into her harder, but it’s still not enough. Lena can tell that she’s still holding back.
“Please,” Lena begs, “You’re not going to break me, Darling. You can be a little rough with me.”
“Okay,” Kara responds her. “Just tell me if it’s too much?” Kara gives in to Lena’s requests immediately, and Lena can’t believe how amazing it feels. She can tell that Kara is practically driving into her now.
Kara releases Lena’s right hand in favor of grabbing onto the back of her neck. There’s something richly erotic about it all. But the way Kara holds her there isn’t hard. It isn’t demanding. In fact, Lena can barely feel Kara’s touch there. Still, it’s enough that Kara gets the leverage to drive into Lena the way she wants.
Lena lets out a hedonistic gasp, as she hears the slap of their skin against one another. It’s wild. One of their most passionate love-making sessions to date, and Lena can’t quite seem to get enough.
Cause you make me speechless
You quiet my demons
Swallow me whole tonight, and just kill me silently
I don't need a reason when you make me speechless
We're getting loud tonight, we're allowed tonight to be
C'mon baby, make me speechless
C'mon baby, make me
Lena feels her inner muscles cling to the silicone - to the thing that has become such an extension of her lover, that Lena can barely tell the difference. Lena hears the desk begin to scrape against the floor as the force of their joining has consequences on the things around them. Lena’s chest is pressed against the cool glass, and every moment of her torso against the desk is causing shocks to travel through her body.
“Fuck,” Lena breathes. She can hear Kara panting behind her, as if the blonde can’t catch her breath.
“You still okay?” Kara asks.
“Yes!” Lena exclaims.
“Are you sure?” Kara asks her. “I’m not being too hard on you, am I?”
“I’m absolutely positive,” Lena responds enthusiastically. “And no, you’re not being too rough. You feel so good, Baby. God, I can’t get over how good this feels. How did you know?”
“It was a lucky guess,” Kara tells her. “Well, that, and you might talk in your sleep on occasion. I seem to remember hearing you moan something about your desk, once. I made the leap from there.” This earns an undignified snort from Lena.
“Is there any other intel that you’ve gathered?”
“Mmm… Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kara husks in her ear, and Lena can’t stop the reverberations that take over her entire body.
“You’re so bad when you want to be,” Lena laughs, the sound is low and husky.
It’s almost funny how they can have a light hearted conversation in the middle of making love. But they do it all the time. It’s what Lena loves the most about their time together. They could always have a conversation about anything. The time or place didn’t matter.
“Mmm,” Kara hums, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “You know you love it.”
“You’re such a dork,” Lena tells her. Kara’s subsequent laughter warms Lena’s heart exponentially. “Imagine if the world knew what you really were, Supergirl.”
“And yet you love that about me,” Kara tells her.
“Do not,” Lena argues.
“Really,” Kara rolls her eyes. “Because I’m not… inside of you right now.”
“The sex is good, I’ll admit,” Lena replies. “But that doesn’t mean anything.”
“That’s cold,” Kara tells her.
“Oh, please,” Lena scoffs, “You knew what you were getting into when you met me. I’m a Luthor.”
“I could cut you off, you know,” Kara threatens, “I could stop right now, and be done with it.”
“But you won’t,” Lena tells her.
“No,” Kara shakes her head and laughs, “No, you’re right. I might be cruel, but I’m not that cruel.”
“Funny,” Lena rebuts, “I seem to remember a particular shower incident from about six months ago, when a certain someone left me wanting and begging for release.”
“Maybe you deserved it,” Kara tells her.
“And maybe you’re a fucking tease,” Lena shoots back.
“God,” Kara chuckles, with her voice full of laughter, “What have we become? We sound like an old married couple.”
And Lena is powerless to prevent the feelings that Kara’s words have on her.
“Are you close?” Kara asks, effectively pulling Lena out of her thoughts.
“Very,” Lena replies. “Can’t you feel it?” And Kara does. She does feel it. Because Lena’s inner walls are clinging desperately to the toy, jerking the strap on against Kara’s clit, and Kara is barely hanging on to her sanity.
“Kara,” Lena groans as she feels her inner muscles tighten up, she’s getting closer and closer to orgasm with each second. Kara’s thrusts are so hard and deep that Lena can feel her completely sheathed inside of her. Lena vaguely feels Kara’s arm slide around her side, and move over the flesh above her left hip. Lena groans as Kara’s fingers skate over her flesh, drawing non-sensical patterns over the skin before descending downwards to a thatch of curls.
“Rao,” Kara says breathlessly, “You’re so wet for me.”
"Only for you, Darling," Lena retorts.
Lena feels Kara’s fingers pressing against her, frantically searching for her clit like it’s some holy grail. And Lent can’t stop the noise that escapes when Kara finally finds it, and begins rubbing there. This, combined with Kara’s deep, frenzied thrusts, is enough to make Lena come apart. Lena cries out, her vision going white-hot for several moments as every nerve ending her body sparks to life at once.
She screams. The scream that escapes her is loud, louder than it has any business to be, and Lena can only hope that nobody else is around to hear it.
For a moment, Lena loses all sense of where she is, instead losing herself in the waves of pleasure that go cascading through her over and over and over again. She can feel Kara against her now - as the blonde's hips clumsily knock against her own with each and every thrust. Kara's skin is sliding against her own, at every joining. And Lena feels every touch, every sensation. It's overwhelming.
"Kara," Lena gasps. Lena feels her entire body shudder underneath Kara’s steady, unyielding hold. Kara's hands are threaded against her own again, anchoring her to the desk as Lena rides out one of the most powerful orgasms she's ever had.
The sound roars in Lena's ears. She can feel her heart thundering away in her chest - pushing the blood faster and faster through her veins.
Lena is pretty sure that this is the sound she's hearing. The sound of being alive. After all, Kara makes her feel alive in a way that no one else ever has.
The second that Lena flies over the cliff, Kara is already easing up. Her thrusts are softer now, slower, shallower, as Kara helps her ride the rest of it out. Incrementally, Lena’s breathing and heart rate slows, as she comes back down. Her body is covered in sweat, and at first she feels hot and sticky, but then the sweat on her body begins to cool and Lena shivers.
"You okay?" Kara asks her, ever attentive lover that she is.
"Never been better, my love," Lena hums.
Kara slowly and carefully pulls out of her. When Lena tries to move, she finds that her entire body is stiff and resistant to movement. Thankfully, Kara is there to aid her. She slowly helps Lena up into a standing position. She keeps a steadying hold on Lena’s hips, just to make sure that the brunette doesn’t bow over.
Finally, at last, Lena feels steady upon her own feet. When she finally turns around, she finds her breath stuck in her throat. Kara, in all of her magnificent glory is completely bared before her.
Body language screaming everything
And keep giving in to me, fire away
Kara smiles sheepishly, as if she hadn’t just completely ravaged her moments before. And Lena has been ravaged. If anything, she looks completely debauched. But Lena doesn’t seem to care.
Lena smiles in return, and then she is pulling Kara into a deep kiss - an appreciative kiss that attempts to convey the feelings in Lena’s heart and soul.
“Lee,” Kara gasps as she feels Lena lick, kiss, and nibble the flesh of her jaw.
“Please, Kara,” Lena’s voice is deep and raspy and full of want. “I want you again. But this time… this time I want to see you. This time I want to be able to touch you, too.” Then. “Do you think you can do that?”
“Oh, I most surely can,” Kara says with a dangerous look in her eye, as she lifts Lena up off of the floor, and sets her down on the edge of the desk.
“Kara,” Lena moans, as Kara kisses her deeply. Lena feels their noses and foreheads brush together. They’re closer – closer even than they’d been before. Kara tugs Lena to the very edge of the desk, and Lena plants her hands on Kara’s shoulders. They pause then, just breathing together and enjoying their closeness.
“I do love you, you know?” Lena tells her. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“You know you don’t have to-” Kara begins to tell her. But Lena silences her with a finger to her lips.
“But I do,” Lena sighs. “I’m not just saying it. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last few weeks, and I-”
“You what?” Kara questions. Right before she draws Lena into a deep kiss.
“I just love you,” Lena tells her softly. “Thank you for being here. Thank you for making it back for our anniversary. It means the world to me that you’re here.”
“Of course,” Kara tells her earnestly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Because you? You are my world, Lena. Nothing else matters except for you.”
“How is a girl supposed to resist you, when you say things like that?” Lena jokes. “No wonder I never stood a chance. I think I fell in love with you that first day.”
“You did not,” Kara laughs. The laughter is so violent that she practically snorts in her incredulity.
“Please,” Lena rolls her eyes. “The way you waltzed into my office in that pink cardigan? I was a fucking goner from the get-go.”
“Damn. To think of all the time we've wasted,” Kara jokes. "You and I could have been doing this years ago."
“Hey! You were the one who was unavailable,” Lena reminds her, “Dating that… that...”
“You’re trying really hard not to say anything mean, aren’t you?”
“Please,” Lena argues, “I don’t find it hard at all. He was never going to be good enough for you, Kara.” Lena laughs, “But, come to think of it, I guess I’m not really good enough for you either.”
“You take that back right now,” Kara speaks with a hint of anger. “You’re the best fucking thing to ever happen to me, Lena.”
“I love you,” Lena tells her sincerely – with so much sincerity, in fact, that it could never be denied.
“I love you more,” Kara tells her.
"Do not," Lena argues, with an adorable scrunch of her nose.
"Do too," Kara shoots back.
"Please," Lena scoffs. "You can't love me more than I love you," Lena says adamantly, "That's impossible."
"How about we both agree that we love each other equally then?" Kara suggests.
"Deal," Lena smiles, a wide beaming smile that takes Kara's breath away.
Just give me that touch, I want it
Quit talking too much, I'm ready
Stop moving your lips and kiss me
Keep taking my breath away
Lena could scarcely breathe, as Kara’s lips captured hers with certain gentleness. This time the touches and kisses were much more heartfelt. They were drawn out. Patient. And this time, Lena didn’t fight it. The tenderness and gentleness seemed perfect to her now. She was grateful for the sensitivity. And though it could get on her nerves, Kara always seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed. The kiss did not break as Kara took a step closer, so that she was standing against the edge of the desk. Lena reached out and seized Kara by the cheeks, so that she could direct the kiss. Lena parted Kara’s mouth with her own, pushing into Kara’s mouth with a hint of tongue. Lena’s fingers slowly raked down the sides of Kara’s face to Kara’s front. Slowly, hands slid down, down, down. Finding the convex shape of Kara’s collarbones, then the concave dip between them. Slowly they move down Kara’s heaving chest, to the perfectly proportionate swells of Kara’s breasts. Kara can’t help but moan as Lena pays attention to them, while drawing Kara into kisses that get progressively deeper and less restrained. But the nature of the kisses quickly catches up to her. All too soon, Lena is forced to wrench her mouth away, her chest heaving wildly as she struggles to replace the air she’s lost – the air that Kara has taken from her with her beauty and heartfelt kisses.
“Jesus,” Lena breathes, “What are you doing to me?” Kara is powerless to speak as Lena draws her closer, running her hands up and down Kara’s sides. She feels the curves and divots of Kara’s ribcage with her own fingers.
“I wish I knew,” Kara tells her just as breathlessly. Kara huffs out a laugh as Lena tugs her even closer. The gesture is needy, and Kara loves it. She loves being needed. She feels so fortunate to be loved by such an incredible woman.
Kara drowns in the sensation, as Lena rakes her nails and the tips of her fingers into the taught muscles at the base of her spine. Lena moves her hands up and down, and back up to the blonde’s shoulder blades. Sometimes Lena wishes she could cut lines there with her nails. But Kara’s skin is flawless and incapable of being marked.
“Lee,” Kara’s voice holds a hint of knowledge. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” Lena shakes herself out of those thoughts.
“No?” Kara’s skepticism is there.
“I was thinking of how wonderful it would be to be able to mark you,” Lena admits. “In the way that your tattoo is a part of you, I’d like to be able to leave a trace of me...for however brief a time as it is.”
“You might be able to, if you try,” Kara smiles, “I burned out my powers, and they’re not fully back yet.”
“Really?” Lena asks.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Kara says with a smug arch of her brow. “I do know how much you love a good challenge.”
“Oh stop it,” Lena laughs.
“Mmm,” Kara hums as she presses a touch to Lena’s sternum. Then she draws a line, down, down, down, to the space between Lena’s legs. Lena’s eyelids flutter closed as Kara dips her fingers inside of her once more, pulling out a few moments later. “More. Please.” Lena husks weakly between moans.
“More?” Kara repeats smugly.
“Yes, more,” Lena is embarrassed as her hips move towards the touch, seemingly of their own accord. She feels so desperate. “I…I need you again. I need you inside of me.”
“Well then, far be it from me to deny you, my love,” Kara tells her.
Cause you make me speechless
You quiet my demons
Swallow me whole tonight and just kill me silently
I don't need a reason when you make me speechless
We're getting loud tonight, we're allowed tonight to be
C'mon baby, make me speechless
In an explosive heartbeat, Kara kissing her with overwhelming passion. Lena can’t stop herself from latching onto her lover as Kara kisses her like she never intends to stop. Lena’s arm slips around Kara’s shoulders in an effort to maintain close proximity, as the blonde pays homage to her body. She can feel every wet kiss Kara places to her skin. Kara's mouth wanders. She can feel Kara kiss a line along her jaw, to the space behind her ear. Then Lena draws her back to her mouth, and Kara kisses her tenderly. Finally, after a lengthened perusal, Kara too, is growing impatient. Lena’s head drops backwards as Kara pushes into her again. Kara pauses then, giving Lena time to adjust to the feeling of being filled.
"Please," the single word, uttered in nothing short of absolute need, gets Kara's hips moving.
Lena can’t help the cry that falls from her lips, as she feels Kara pull out slightly before pushing back into her.
But it’s different that it was before. Where their joining before had been urgent, and rushed. This was slow, thorough, and heartfelt. It was deliberate. Kara was always good at making her feel treasured.
“Kara,” the breathy plea is easily the most beautiful sound that Kara has ever heard. She can feel Lena’s nails scrape into the flesh of her back as the brunette grapples with her, trying to maintain some sort of hold on her. In an instant, Lena’s legs are wrapping around Kara, pulling her in closer. Kara can’t help but pause for a moment, wanting and needing to relish the feeling of Lena wrapped around her.
“Lee,” Kara groans, pushing into her again, slowly, before she can draw herself back out. “God, everything about you is so perfect. I don't know how I got so lucky.” Lena opens her mouth to protest, but Kara won’t let her get far enough to do so. Kara cries out again as she pushes back into her again.
Lena can’t help the moan that befalls her lips. This was heaven. It had to be. It felt like it just had to be.
“You’re so amazing, so tight for me,” Kara breathes out as she thrusts into her again.
Lena’s breaths become ragged, hungry, as Kara pushes deep into her. It feels like Lena’s been starved of this for so long. But now… now it’s like she’s alive again. She has a purpose. Lena swears that she can feel everything inside of her. Kara is there with her, so deep inside of her, in fact, that the blonde might as well have taken her heart in her incredibly strong hands. Kara hands were so strong, strong enough to obliterate and destroy anything they wished. But Kara, kind and gentle soul that she was, cradled Lena’s heart gently at every opportunity. Every feeling, good or bad, every fear, inhibition, everything was Kara’s. Lena can’t stop the sounds coming from her lips as her hips come up to meet Kara’s. Instinctively, her legs wrap tighter around her, trying to force her closer. She needs more.
She watches Kara in fascination as the blonde’s icy blue eyes open, finding hers immediately. Their eyes hold, neither willing to budge. Their breathing is ragged, as they struggle with each connection. Lena wants to hold her inside, but it's a struggle. She certainly no match for Kara's strength. But even Kara seems to be struggling for control.
Her grunts sound almost animalistic, as Lena’s walls clench tightly around her.
When you're touching me, when you're kissing me
Nothing left to say
I'm speechless, get ahold of me, kill me silently
Nothing left to say
"Rao, I love you," Kara confesses. And Lena knows that she's telling the truth. She knows that Kara means it with her whole heart, as she stares into twin pools that are so deep that Lena can't even begin to fathom their depths. She loves those eyes – trusts them implicitly.
She doesn’t know how, only that the words slip out before she can stop them.
“Marry me,” Lena gasps out. Her breaths stuttering with each connection of their hips. Kara’s thrusts falter.
“What?” Kara is sure that she didn’t hear her right. Kara's hips canter to a clumsy stop. Lena doesn't break eye contact. She implores Kara to feel every emotion she's sending her way.
“Marry me,” Lena pleads with her. Then, “Make me yours forever. Please, marry me.”
“Are you sure that you -” Kara can't keep the emotion from her voice. It breaks under her words. “I mean… You could have anyone in the world you-”
“But I don’t want just anyone,” Lena breathes, with tears slipping down her cheeks. “I want you, Kara. I...I want my best friend.”
“Lee-” Kara is suddenly grasping for words. “I don’t know what to say. I've been... in love with you for so long.”
“I was going to propose earlier. The uh… The box is on the floor,” Lena exhales, “I sort of dropped it in the chaos, but it’s there.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Kara asks. “I don’t - I don’t want you to rush into this for me. I can wait as long as you need me to. The truth is, I’d wait forever for you. Because it's you. You're the only person I've ever wanted.”
“I'm sure,” Lena tells Kara, “I have..., I’ve been ready forever. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to propose. And after being away from you, I realized that I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t ever want to be without you, Kara. So please. Will you marry me?”
Kara hesitates, “I - Yes. Of course!”
“Yes?” Lena questions, as Kara’s hips find their stride again.
“Yes, Lena. It will always be yes,” Kara tells her with tears in her eyes.
“Yes, Lena Luthor,” Kara laughs, “I would… I would be honored to be your wife. I… I love you so much.”
“Oh god, I think that I’m…” those were the only words that made it through Lena’s lips before she was screaming out Kara’s name in the throes of one of the more powerful orgasms she’s ever had.
And just like that, Kara was falling with her, crying out as she completed one last thrust.
Lena, still in a daze, reaches up to touch Kara’s face.
Cause you make me speechless
You quiet my demons
Swallow me whole tonight and just kill me silently
I don't need a reason when you make me speechless
We're getting loud tonight, we're allowed tonight to be
C'mon baby, make me speechless
C'mon baby, make me shhh
C'mon baby, make me speechless
“Kara,” Lena’s breath hitches as Kara pulls ever so gently out of her. Her heartbeat is thundering wildly in her ears. She can scarcely feel her legs as she reluctantly releases the grip on Kara’s middle - the one that held her lover in place. Lena rakes in a deep breath, as Kara briefly buries her face in her neck, drinking in the moment, and appreciating it for what it is. Sweat pools on their bodies, and suddenly neither of them feel alone, as they had only hours before. A deep breath escapes Kara’s lips as she presses a long lingering kiss to Lena’s temple.
"Thank you," Kara whispers. "Thank you, love," Kara feels the tears cascade down her cheeks as she presses her lips to Lena's temple. "I love you so so much."
"I love you too," Lena tells her.
"The box," Lena breathes as Kara pulls back.
In seconds, Kara is bending down to pick up the box lying forgotten on the floor.
"I know you already popped the question, but this is kind of nerve wracking," Kara laughs.
"Here," Lena offers, and Kara quickly hands it over to her.
With a smile, Lena takes the box from Kara’s gentle hands, and prizes it open in front of Kara’s eyes.
“I.... I feel like we should make it official,” Lena tells her, as she lifts the bracelet out of the velvet case and fastens the bracelet around Kara’s wrist. “There. It looks absolutely beautiful on you. It's perfect.”
“You’re beautiful,” Kara tells her as she reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Lena’s ear.
"Mmm," Lena hums, "But not as beautiful as you, Darling."
"Please... don't start that again," Kara laughs.
"Fine," Lena smiles. It's a dazed, but beautiful thing.
"So..." Kara breathes.
"So," Lena parrots.
“You realize we’re going to have to fib, when people ask how you proposed?” Kara jokes. “Cause I don’t think they’re going to want to know about all of this.”
"Sorry," Lena laughs. "There was just something about the moment... I couldn't help it."
"Don't be sorry. It was... It was perfect," Kara tells her. "I wouldn't change anything."
“Don't worry about the proposal, itself. If people really want a story, I’m sure we’ll be able to come up with something perfect,” Lena tells her with a gentle smile, “Something that sets everyone’s hearts aflutter.”
“Mmm,” Kara hums as Lena presses a lingering kiss into the palm of Kara’s hand.
“I love you,” Lena tells her, her soft green eyes gazing deeply into Kara’s own.
“I love you, too,” Kara smiles gently. “Happy anniversary, Darling.”