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pity you don't wear neckties to work, kara. we could make use of one.

— — SNAPPER MAKES HIS living doing no more than biting at her ankles, some days. living up to the metaphors of his name snapping tones and fingers alike he sends her off to interview lena in the latest technology L CORP developing; tells her that if she wants to get to the seedy underbelly of the company, she needs to go straight for the throat, first.

( little does he know this isn’t the first of many, many private meetings between she and lena. their evolution is quick, bases established and words thrown around. promises made, promises kept. )

so, kara shows up at the building, as tall as lena’s standing in national city ( and still ever growing ), with full intention of making use of pen and paper. questions scribbled, while written haphazardly in haste to leave underneath snapper’s watchful gaze, are precise. on topic. resolve is built on supergirl’s strength, get answers and get out. there’s no dissuading her the entire elevator ride, nor is there when jess waves her by without so much as a second thought. the perks of being a guest with an all access pass.

this, however, is thrown out the window almost literally, but fingers maintain an iron grip so tight that it nearly snaps pencil in half when met with the breathtaking sight of pale thighs and short skirt ( so black, so dark it reminds her of the phantom zone ) crossed, lena perched on the edge of her desk. expecting.

( lump forms and molds in throat, like chalk rolling around in its space, rough, graveled. hard to swallow. )

kara guesses, if anything on earth or in this entire galaxy is inevitable, it’s she and lena ending up on her milky couch, knees brushing and charcoal stirring up an undeniable heat of blush at her cheeks. the mystery of how she knew she was even coming dwells at dregs of thought; the woman of raven hair and unforgiving, viridescent eyes is one of many, and kara thinks this is just another added to the list. it’s very likely lena has ears everywhere, for all her mother’s influence and that dreaded luthor name, she isn’t absent of her own power.

she’s only left to wonder why, a niggling tingle near back of head, someone would use however much metaphorical, man handling to see what one lowly reporter’s been up to. though, a reporter lena had no infinitesimal part in forging. memories burn near pits of stomach at the thought, at the words.

“well, like i said, i’m not a reporter.” “ you could’ve fooled me.”

they’re sitting too close, sun dissolving into the backdrop of glass walls, lena dismissing jess and kara’s questions on padded paper left, for the most part, unanswered. it’s a rare evening, a diamond in the rough, where lena seems to not be working herself to the point of being bone tired. kara puzzles over it for however many minutes, if she’s the reason such a powerful ceo’s taking a night away from the lion’s den of her desktop and wired phone. a concept that draws a smile not entirely in a physical sense, more the feeling, though the other isn’t invisible, either at the center of her chest. an elation that ebbs into nerves with as much stillness as the sea.

( which is to say, nearly not at all. it eats away at her, till she’s all bubbly and giggling. )

constellations froth at the sky outside of the office, as much as they can above a living, breathing city; when kara pulls a yawn from the deepest recesses of form, lena’s suddenly closer. attentive at neck, fingers are a dancing delight across it, somehow not afraid to touch. kara’s robbed of whatever air resided in the plane of her lungs, glister tearing apart eyes filled with marvel and uncertainty.

❛ pity you don’t wear neckties to work, kara. we could make use of one. ❜

when the other speaks, it does nothing to help this. at all. kara LAUGHS; a fluttering sound, wings on a mockingbird, quick and light, but not that uncomfortable, just confused. the innuendo is heavy in her ribs and kara’s grasping at straws while lena’s gaze wraps around throat from the inside out weaves and squeezes away all oxygen and nerve and she’s left stilted, hobbling.

❛ oh, well y'know, they’re kind of uncomfortable, i don’t like… wearing them around the office. ❜ as if to demonstrate, hand immediately draws up to her own collar, forgetful of the already so calculated one there. their fingers bump and kara spares a rather pitiful glance down, lena’s never moving, not once. effort is sheer and honest in the way her gaze crawls back up, it seems as though every time she looks away they get closer, some way, somehow. temptation spreads like fire across skin, and kara almost finds a fascination with a nearby painting.

almost.

❛ what uh, what would we do with it ?? ❜

whatever look she’s on the receiving end of is anything but innocent, and for a fleeting second the assumption that something might actually happen, that one of them might actually follow through, is a little more real.

but lena, she well, she draws away, a low hum of interest thrumming to the surface, and isn’t that sad ?? interest in her eyes never leaves, though, and kara’s longing only stirs more. they’re a clean foot apart, now, and lena pulls back in every sense of the word. physically, mentally, emotionally. their hours together fade into non - existence, it seems like, and making an undoubted return is a semi - stone cold ruler of all. the smile kara gets doesn’t look much like a lie, but whatever else is there, she’s unable to figure out. ever the enigma, lena’s luthor mask isn’t necessarily back in place, not yet, which only makes her wonder if it ever REALLY is while she’s around.

( she, kara danvers supergirl, on the other hand… had been seeing it more and more these days. )

❛ you said you came for an interview ?? ❜

while kara’s less of a master in schooling her expression, ( something lena has no trouble doing, years of living under lillian��s calloused thumb could do that to a person, she thinks ), she blinks away the amorous pyre in eyes, best one can manage, and reaches for the long discarded pencil and notepad.

❛ yeah, of course, let me… just ❜ and this, tentative and soft, is whispering between the them. the aurulent fall of curls at shoulder careen back and forth as kara scrambles to turn the pad upright, nervous energy that dissipated the minute they fell into a familiar routine coming back full force. lena’s legs untuck from beneath of her, uncrossing and recrossing, and for some reason, kara thinks she does it on purpose, swallows. tries her utter BEST not to stare.

still fails.

the interview’s over in a matter of minutes, and the hours before hang on kara’s shoulders like a sinking weight. try she might, but it remains unshakable. on her way out, lena doesn’t bring her own bag, and it takes every shred of willpower she has not to outright sigh. so much for waning in for the night, turning back home earlier than, for once, somewhere along the lines of two o'clock in the morning. if it was her, or something else, she can’t be sure but lena’s only mistress is work.

❛ this is me, ❜ she says, which is immediately followed by a cringe, since they’re literally just at lena’s office door; apparently, though, it’s the right thing to do, because a hand settles comfortably at the small of back, breath tricking down neck. and, rao OH, RAO

eloquently, neck shifts, ❛ uh UM, i …lena ?? ❜

lips move to apple of cheek, the red as ruby as can be and meshing against already flaming flesh. a stutter’s born, faint in the gorge of neck, dying before it meets the stiff air encapsulating her. the contact, as is the roundabout sensation it brings, is unexpected; solar flares spark up against neurons and kara’s sure she’s never felt so hot in her entire life. this is a mess, really, she’s a mess just before she has the chance to say as much, lena’s ushering her out the door, a smirk, coquettish, playing at the edges of mouth.

❛ goodnight, kara. ❜

and if she didn’t know any better, know lena luthor any better, ( she does ), it’d sound an awful lot like finality.

but, kara knows, if anything on earth or in this entire galaxy is inevitable, it’s she and lena ending up on her milky couch, knees brushing and charcoal stirring up an undeniable heat of blush at her cheeks. it’s one of the truths she holds dear.

❛ see you tomorrow ?? ❜

the smile she’s given, then, like a secret between the two, answers any lingering doubts she might’ve had and the door’s shut behind her.