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"Oh," Kara mumbles, startled by being escorted closely by L-Corp's security, right to Lena's office's door. "Oh, uh. Thanks."
She barely raises a hand to knock before someone else has. The newest receptionist — a young woman in her 20s, red coiling hair, eyes greener than the large potted fern on the elevator's vase stand on the wall — shoos Kara inside, promptly shutting Lena's door behind her.
Kara makes an uncomfortable noise, looking over her shoulder and then at her best friend getting on her feet.
"Hey, um, Lena…"
"Oh thank goodness you're here! We're going to be late for the ferry!" Lena hurries around her desk, tapping out an access code and grabbing her fashionably small handbag. Lena's dark hair slicked-up into an elegant ponytail. No, it's prettier than that, Kara thinks distractedly.
"Lena, I… I can't go."
"What do you mean you CAN'T go?"
Kara chews on her lip. She wishes the disappointment wasn't there… growing more and more on Lena's expression… but it's Clark, Superman himself, needing Kara's help before a terrible brain-collecting alien creates an immortal hive-mind capable of accessing the unlimited knowledge of the every existing universe and strategically killing ninety-six to ninety-eight-point-nine percent of Earth's population.
"I know!" Kara flounders, looking down at her hands.
"Please tell me you're kidding."
"I know, I know, Lena! You made the reservations to Hawthorn over three months ago—"
"Kara, it's Julian Slowik," Lena says slowly. As if she can't believe Kara is saying or doing right now. "The biggest celebrity chef ever televised. You were the one who told me about him and his competitive cooking shows. You fell in love with Chef's Table."
A softly squealing whine.
"I know —"
"An exclusive restaurant gathering on a private island, Kara. We won't get invited again. Empty seats will be taken as a personal slight."
Kara rubs her forehead, grimacing. "Y-You see, it's, uhm, something's come up, and well," she babbles, "I was talking with Supergirl before about the charity ball that got attacked, you know Alex wants me to head home for the weekend — " Lena's eyes narrow. "And replant the — "
"You haven't convinced me of anything," Lena says flatly, crossing her arms. Kara gulps. "I know your secret."
"S-secret? What secret?"
Kara's pulse quickens.
Oh, Rao. She's so grateful Lena can't hear it. Oh, oh, oh.
Lena clucks her tongue, disapproving.
"You really thought you could fool me, Kara," she adds. "I'll admit it took me a while. But the signs were there. All of them. I can't believe I was so ignorant."
Kara braces herself.
"But really… you're dating Supergirl? That's impressive," Lena says smugly. "I almost wish I could have gotten there first."
"Huh?" Kara blurts out, her fear numbing into pure confusion.
… … wait, gotten there first?
Wait, wait…
Dating… I'm dating WHO?
"What? Was it a last minute coffee date?" Lena points out, beginning to smile widely. "Supergirl said you like to get coffee with her."
Kara's mouth falls open.
She can't be serious…
No, no, Lena never teases about something like this. She's not that kind of friend who would.
"Yeah, I guess we do like to," Kara murmurs, her cheeks reddened. "Uh, we get coffee sometimes. Yeah. We do."
(Even if she could somehow date herself, Kara wouldn't. Absolutely not and never.)
Lena's eyes brighten.
"May I ask — what is she like as a girlfriend instead of National City's hero, Kara? Supergirl, I mean? It must be something incredible, I would think."
Kara fidgets with her hands, getting turned around by Lena and now facing the other way.
"If you ask her, I guess she considers herself nice and respectful?" Kara mumbles. "I-I mean, well, she cares so much about — "
Lena cuts a wide-eyed Kara off, smirking, "I meant in bed."
" — huhh —"
"I'm kidding," Lena then tells her, and Kara's cheeks redden further. "Unless you do happen to want to tell me. I'm not judging. At all. I promise."
"We don't, hrrm," Kara coughs in a fist, embarrassed. She adjusts her glasses. Kara feels herself trembling, and she fights off a groan. Why, why is this happening to her? How long has Lena thought this? And what did she mean by… gotten there first?
"I mean, we're not like that? Not really."
"There's no need to be shy, Kara. We are friends. Is it that you're nervous about being with another woman? Is that it?"
"I — "
"Don't be," Lena says firmly, stepping around Kara to touch the crest of her plumerias. A beautiful snow-white bouquet of them. The smell dizzies Kara. "If you've ever with a man, well… it's different. I prefer women. Always. Women after trying to be with men… I feel free."
Kara considers this, stiffening when Lena's hand cradles hers.
"You don't have to tell me about your experience… but if you have ever touched yourself, it's kind of like that. But someone else there."
There's softness in Lena's voice, carrying like pathways of heat beneath Kara's skin, and Kara immerses in it. She has touched herself. Kara locked her bedroom door, and slipped off whatever cutesy pair of pajama-pants Kara had on, and rested onto her mattress. For a while. Kara's dominant hand explored over the cotton-thin fabric of her underwear, pressing lightly on her mound before rubbing in short, sensual circles.
"When you're kissing her, Kara… make her feel loved and loved only by you. Listen to how she breathes. How her fingers move."
Kara can see it deep in her imagination: Lena settled comfortably over Kara, knees opening. Lena's fingers curiously nudged Kara's. She reached underneath soaking-wet cotton, feeling slow, slow over where Kara's clitoris is. Touching her. Getting her nearer to an orgasm.
"Feel when her hips arch. Pay attention to how much she wants or doesn't want," Lena says, insistent. "Ask her."
In Kara's imagination… Lena's hot mouth caressed her neck, and two of Lena's fingers slid into the moisture, pleasuring Kara's body. Her thumb gently probed over Kara's clit-hood. Every muscle she had tightens. Lena whispered, and Kara heard it as clearly as if Lena had shouted —
"Use that warmth and earnestness you have, Kara — "
The newest receptionist barges in, holding up a PC tablet.
"Miss Luthor — "
Lena's smirk thins.
"Please knock before you enter, Melissa," she says sharply, and Kara quietly pants, giving herself distance from Lena.
"Forgive me, Miss Luthor. This is a rather urgent call from the Federal Trade Commission."
"I'll be there shortly to take it."
As soon as they're alone again, Lena sighs.
"Sorry. Business is business." She grasps onto Kara's arm, squeezing. It's barely pressure, but Kara senses the double-beat of… excitement?… inside Lena's heart. "Enjoy your date tonight with Supergirl, Kara! Call me later about it if you can!"
Kara waits until she's alone in Lena's office, groaning again.
"Winn?" she murmurs into her comms-link.
"Oh, hey! Superman was wondering — "
"Winn, I need a favor." Kara removes her glasses. "I need you to photoshop Kara Danvers and Supergirl into a picture. On a date."
"A… date?"
The disbelief in his voice makes her frown. "I know how that sounds, but Lena thinks I'm going on a date with Supergirl," Kara grumbles, overhearing Winn already away at his keyboard in the phone connection. And across town. "I really need you to do this for me, Winn."
"Okay, okay. Just so long as you know how it sounds, too."
Kara hangs up, slumping her shoulders.
Oh, Rao.
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