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Kara leaned in
Three years since the phenomenon that was “Kara leaned in” and we still have no explanation for it
You had to be there. It was trending on Twitter.
#lena luthor#kara danvers#supergirl#cw supergirl#supercorp#kara x lena#lesbianism#and the look alex gave her?#this was so insane#and further proof as to why people thought they’d get together
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“Okay,” Alex said, “listen, prepare yourself. She’s acting… strange.”
Lena strode next to her, clenching her fists as if she could grip her own cold fury with them. The audacity of Danvers
(Alex)
to call her in like she was some employee after what Kara had done to her, was shocking. She would have told her to fuck right off if not for the desperation in her voice. She almost hung up on her when Alex said it was about Kryptonite, and they needed an expert.
Outside the exam room, Alex directed Lena’s attention to a screen. Some two-bit “villain” (how she hated that word) was on the screen. She wasn’t sure what he was going for with his outfit but he looked like a cross between a cable repairman and a wannabe Ghostbusters with a helmet that reminded her of the cap on a salt shaker. He was thrusting a wand device at Kara, spraying her with a fine pink mist.
Some of the substance had been gathered into a small vial, currently residing in a lead canister. Lena turned the vial in her hands, watching the tiny, powdery crystals flow over each other like sand.
Lena swallowed, hard.
“She’s not on a rampage, so it’s not red kryptonite.”
“It appears to be pink kryptonite,” said Lena.
“Your scientific skills of observation astound me,” said Alex. “Marie Curie would be so proud.”
Lena gave her a flat look.
“Fuck you, Danvers. I haven’t had a chance to say this to your face yet, but fuck you. Fuck all of you, playing your little games mocking me to my face when we were supposed to be friends.”
“We were friends,” said Alex.
“Not friends enough for Kara to tell me the truth.”
“I told her not to,” Alex said, coldly, “and I was right. Maybe I kept at her too long about it, but she ended up keeping the secret because she was afraid you’d flip out and blow up your whole friendship over it, you fucking drama queen.”
Lena screwed the lead canister shut. It looks like it was meant to hold radioactive flour.
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Please save her. I’m prepared to deal with your sanctimonious bullshit if you save my sister.”
“I’ll need to work on the sample, but I should examine her first. Is it safe?”
“She would never hurt you.”
Lena rolled her eyes. Alex stared at her flatly.
“You two, Jesus Christ. If you were anyone else I’d just call it out, but fuck it, let’s keep this professional.”
Lena crossed her arms. “Call what out?”
Alex arched a brow. “Should I start with the office full of flowers or the literal billion dollars you spent on her?”
Lena’s nostrils flared and she felt red creeping up her cheeks. “That wasn’t about her, that was about keeping Edge from owning his own media empire. Murdoch is bad enough.”
“It’s a fashion industry magazine,” said Alex, “and Edge could just start his own. The difference is Kara worked at CatCo, where you started working instead of…”
“Do you want my help or not?”
Lena huffed. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Alex opened the door. Kara was seated sideways on the exam table, swinging her feet like a bored child. There was a faint pinkish tinge to sparking points on her pale skin and she looked up with a slight pink gloss to the whites of her eyes, visible at a distance.
“Heyyyyyyyyy~”, said Kara.
Lena blinked.
“Kara? How are you feeling?”
Kara stared at her hands. “Why are you here? I thought you hated me now.”
Lena felt a sharp sting of regret deep in her chest, but brushed it off, like crumbs from her sleeve. It was as meaningless as crumbs. Kara’s honeyed words were always to sweeten her lies.
Kara resumed staring at her hands. “Humans call them fingers, but I’ve never seen them fing. Oh,” she giggled, wriggling her fingers, “there they go.”
“Kara?” said Lena.
“Oh, hi, I didn’t see you come in,” said Kara. “Some dude sprayed me with glitter and now I’m all funny.”
Alex leaned over. “We only got her in her by convincing her the Backstreet Boys were waiting inside and she spent three hours singing those stupid songs with Nia before I called you.”
Lena licked her lips. “Ah, I see. Kara?”
“Yeah, babe?”
Lena flinched. Babe? What?
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel great,” said Kara. “Kinda… kinda relaxed but excited. I’m excitalaxed! I made up a new word!”
“Would you excuse us a minute?” said Lena.
“Sure,” said Kara.
Lena stepped out and closed the door after Alex joined her.
“Alex,” said Lena.
“Lena,” said Alex.
“She’s high,” said Lena.
“I know,” Alex sighed.
“That’s incredibly dangerous. If she was just a dumb blonde we could let her sleep it off, but she can bench press an aircraft carrier. What if she gets some inane idea in her head and levels half the city?”
“She isn’t going to hurt anyone.”
“Didn’t she throw Cat Grant off a building the last time she was under the influence of something? It was on TV, Alex.”
Alex scowled. “That was different. Also she had it coming.”
Lena’s brows shot up.
“What? She was a bitch to my sister. She made her cry like three times a week. I don’t buy into that hardass girlboss mentor routine, I never liked Kara working for her. It was a relief when you bought the company, I had hopes someone would finally be looking out for her. She’s fragile, Lena.”
Lena blinked. “What?”
“Yeah, turns out that having your planet explode and losing your entire culture, family, and way of life, then losing your foster father, and then having to kill your aunt who is your mother’s twin sister can do a number on you. Might make you a little bit clingy and weird and paranoid about losing everyone you love. Shit, Lena, out of that whole list I just lost my dad and it was not make me a drunk for six years and captain of the varsity slut team. And I’m gay.”
Lena stared at her.
“Why does everyone I know need therapy?”
Kara chose that moment to throw the door open, making them both jump. She was grinning ear to ear.
“I don’t need therapy, I need rum,” said Kara. She turned to Lena and stage whispered, “alien rum that I can get drunk on.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kiddo. Why won’t we go sit down and try to rest.”
Kara snapped her fingers. “I know what we can do! We can go clubbing! Come on, Lena, let’s go clubbing. If I go clubbing with you it’ll make Lena jealous.”
“We are so fucked,” Alex muttered.
Kara started forward, but Lena stepped in her path and pressed a hand to her chest.
She froze, staring open-mouthed at Lena. Lena could feel the muscles flexing under her palm and fingers, the nearly infinite strength pressed against her simple touch and yet yielding to it.
“Kara,” she said, softly, but firmly. “Let’s just go back in the room, okay? You’re intoxicated by the altered Kryptonite you’ve been exposed to and you’re not thinking straight.”
Kara looked her up and down, slowly. Lena felt a hot tingle pass through her and her legs quivered in her slacks. Kara’s eyes had gone dark and her chin dipped slightly and holy shit she was staring directly at Lena’s mouth.
Alex looked at her nervously.
“Lena,” Alex said, in warning.
“She won’t hurt me,” said Lena.
Brainy walked into the lab. “I have good news,” he said. “The half-life of this particular type of Kryptonite is very short, by my calculations it should only last a few… hours…” he trailed off, then added quickly. “I have business elsewhere, excuse me,” and fled the room.
Lena gave Kara a tentative push and the invincible Kryptonian stumbled back. Lena ended up guiding her into the room again and sat her down.
Alex began to follow.
“It’s fine,” said Lena.
“Are you sure?”
“She won’t hurt me. Close the door.”
Kara sat down and stared between her feet, fiddling with her hands.
Lena waited for the door to close and sat down next to her.
“Are you mad at me?” Kara whispered.
“Yes,” Lena murmured. “I’m so angry at you that it makes me want to scream.”
“Oh,” Kara said, her voice small.
Lena sighed. “I’ll never be mad enough to let anything happen to you, Kara.”
“But you’re mad.”
“I’m mad. I let you in, you didn’t do the same for me. I let you see who I am, good and bad, and you held back from me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“But you’re still mad.”
“Yeah,” Lena sighed.
Kara rubbed at her arms, sniffling.
Great, Lena thought, she’s coming down.
“Everybody changes,” said Kara. “Everybody goes away and leaves me. I’m so scared, Lena. I’m so scared of being alone. I was alone forever and ever in my pod and it hurt so much,” she choked out a little sob. “Everyone goes away and I can’t take it. I can’t stand it. I didn’t want you to go away so I lied to make you stay. I’m sorry.”
Lena, haltingly, put an arm around her. Kara leaned her head on Lena’s shoulder.
“Can I make it so you’re not mad at me anymore?”
Curious, Lena thought.
She wasn’t mad at all right now.
Kara began to sob softly, and suddenly, all at once, being mad didn’t make so much sense after all. She still felt it burning in her chest but it had gone from hot coals to dying embers, from raging magma to something bitter and sticky coating her lungs, making it hard to breathe.
“I think you can do anything if you try hard enough.”
Lean smoothed back her hair and curled the sleeve of her designer jacket around her hand and used it to dry the tears, and Kara hugged her, tightly but gently in her insistent way.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know, darling. Just relax and breathe, I promise it’ll be better soon.”
It was a funny thing, when Kara kissed her. It happened so naturally, so easily, that once it began, Lena was hardly aware how it started. It was not a lustful kiss, though she could feel that was there in the hungry way that Kara’s lips tugged at her own, almost pleading. Nor was it sad. It was hopeful, and it made something flare in her chest.
No, more than that. A crushing blast of warm air snuffed the dying embers of fury in her chest and in their place a new bonfire blazed into being, a sudden explosive joyful warmth that would blaze in her forever until the sun went out and the sky went cold. It was as if Kara had given her some red sun fire.
On instinct she lunged into the embrace and suddenly they were on the table, Kara swinging one leg lazily off the side as Lena straddled and locked lips with her.
"Oh God," Lena blurted, yanking back.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Lena almost fell off onto the floor when Kara called her that. She was sitting on Kara, panting.
"We can't," said Lena. "Kara, please, you're high as a kite."
Kara let out a soft, sad sound. Lena brushed her cheek softly. "It's okay. Just let me lay with you."
Kara shifted so Lena could join her, and they lay facing each other.
"I love you," Kara whispered. "You are my red sun, my scarlet sky, my beacon calling me back from the void."
Lena's breath caught. She tucked in close and kissed Kara on her nose.
"I'm tired," said Kara.
"Go to sleep," Lena whispered. “It'll be okay. I'll still love you tomorrow."
With a contented smile, Kara closed her eyes, looking so peaceful that Lena wanted nothing more than to watch over her.
When Alex came in and laid a blanket over them, she had the most frustrating grin on her face.
Lena decided she'd allow it.
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#drunk Kara#high Kara#Kara is just a little ball of tightly wound trauma#the opposite of hate ain't love#love confession#angsty love confession#angsty supercorp#drunk love confession#comfortcorp#softcorp#consent is sexy#Lena respects consent#kara needs a hug#Lena needs a hug#big sister alex#alex is the worst yet best wingman#alex is a snark machine
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Kara boutta pounce
#meme like it’s 2019#in my defense. i started this sketch in 2021#does anyone remember WIP amnesty day? i need about a month#i’m finally getting around to backing up some of the work that exists only on my iPad and there’s SO much unfinished stuff in there#i had a wide panel planned showing alex’s reaction but#you know how it goes#art by ekingston#supercorp fanart#lena luthor#katie mcgrath#supergirl#kara danvers
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Supercorp media post #2 ft Alex and Nia!
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Lena would tear the world asunder just to save Kara
#supercorp#kara danvers#kara x lena#lena luthor#kara zor el#supergirl#supergirl cw#supergirl edit#cw supergirl#melissa benoist#katie mcgrath#lena x kara#otp#one true pairing#one true love#lgbtqiia+#I SHIP THEM#i ship it#i ship these two so much#i ship these two so hard#i shipped them so hard#supercorp edit#supercorp endgame#karlena#karlena edit#alex danvers#chyler leigh
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I'm going to clear everything up with Kara Danvers as it comes to my...intentions 🌹🔥
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Most unrealistic thing about Alex in season two is that she was actively pushing Mon el and Kara together because no lesbian would want that if they were fighting they’d immediately go “idk just break up with him…or hit him with a car idc which either is fine”
Then most realistic thing in season five is Alex constantly being like “okay yeah whatever how did it go with Lena last night I’ve been DYING to know” like she needed the gay drama and that’s what we call character development.
#literally Alex every five seconds: ‘Okay but HOW WAS LUNCH WITH LENA???’#she knows that dyke drama is PIPING HOT#kara danvers#kara zor el#supergirl#alex danvers#lena luthor#supercorp#supergirl cw#arrowverse
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I promised myself I wouldn't draw supercorp 🙃
#i started watching and was in love with alex until lena showed up#uuugh#wtf her voice???#i'm obsessed#why are they not a couple??!! hello??!!#god I can't believe I'm suffering in 2024#i guess i did that to myself#my art#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#supergirl
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Alex and Kara locked in a jail cell
Officer: I’ve called your wife she’ll be here in 15 minutes
Kara: What who’s wife
Kara: WHO’S WIFE?!
Alex: If it’s Lena we are dead if it’s Kelly we’d be worse then dead
Kara: I’m pretty sure she’d make kryptonite and stab me with it
Alex: We are dead either way
Kara: What if they have called Lena AND Kelly they’d plot to kill us together
Alex: Can we just escape
Kara: No cause then they’ll kill us but first yell at us for using my powers
Officer coughs
Officer: Just pay the $200 and go I don’t want to have to witness a murder to much paperwork
Alex: Thank you so much
#supercorp#supercorp incorrect quotes#kara danvers#supergirl incorrect quotes#alex danvers#danvers sisters#jail
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#supercorp endgame#supercorpedit#supergirl#kara danvers#kara x lena#kara zor el#alex danvers#lena luthor#lgbtq#lgbtq community
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#Melissa Benoist#Kara Danvers#Supergirl#Chyler Leigh#Alex Danvers#supergirledit#karadanversedit#alexdanversedit#Danvers sisters#Kalex#chylerleighedit#dcedit#dctvedit#cw supergirl#S03E06#Midvale#CC#*gif#*mine
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“Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being a Conspiracy Theorist….”
#shut up alex#personal#dc#my adventures with superman#supergirl#jimmy olsen#kara danvers#kara zor el#kara x jimmy#jimmy x kara
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19. Bake
Leaning against the doorframe, Lena watched as Kara furrowed her brows in concentration so intense that it seemed her project might burst into flames. Literally. She was was craned over a cookbook on the counter and mumbling to herself about pearl-sized beads of butter and exactly what size a pearl is.
She never admitted it, but Kara sometimes she struggled with metaphors like that, little things that a human would know that eluded one of the last survivors of a doomed planet. The others, even Alex, thought it was cute or funny but they didn’t seem to notice the pain in Kara’s eyes or how lost she looked when she missed something others all knew.
Lena stalked up behind her and leaned over the counter beside her.
“Hey,” said Lena.
“Hi,” said Kara.
“What are you up to?”
“I’m making a pumpkin pie for tomorrow, but the dough doesn’t look right.”
Lena looked over Kara’s work and frowned. What she had was most definitely not pie dough. She then glanced at the fridge and saw the list of things Kara was trying to make.
“Hmm,” said Lena.
She opened the fridge and freezer and looked over Kara’s pantry and sighed.
This would not do at all.
“We’re taking a break,” said Lena.
“We?”
“Yes, we.”
In a few minutes she had an Instacart list cobbled together and had placed the order. Kara pouted when her attempted dough went in the bin, but Lena stood firm.
“Let me help you.”
Kara signed. “I want to do it myself.”
Lena’s heart felt like it was climbing up her throat. Kara was so effortlessly pretty that it was, frankly, unfair. Her glasses were off and her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and Lena was obsessed. She had on a baggy t-shirt that softened her lithe, muscular frame and hung a little off one shoulder. She looked so soft despite the cords of steel hard muscle that flexed beneath her silky skin.
It made Lena a little panicky. Sometimes she’d think to herself that seeing Kara every time was just like seeing her for the first time, which was exactly like the first time she looked at another girl *like that* as if some pathway had just opened in her brain.
After the grocery order arrived and Lena bumped the driver’s tip to four figures for coming on the day before Thanksgiving, Lena set to work.
“I’ve never seen you cook,” said Kara.
“In the only one in the family who can,” said Lena, as she scrubbed a potato. “Lillian thought doing menial tasks was beneath our dignity, and forbade it. Of course I snuck out to spend time with the staff.”
Kara looked at her softly.
“Let’s get that pie in the works while these boil,” she said, slipping the potatoes into the pot.
Kara ended up helping more than anything, as Lena worked her way through the list.
“This way we’ll just have to make the turkey tomorrow,” she explained. “The rest will all be done and we’ll have some time to relax before everyone arrives. Is your mother coming?”
“She’s staying with Alex this year,” said Kara.
She was looking at Lena as she spoke, her voice a little distant. A shiver passed down Lena’s spine and she felt her cheeks pink a little, as she glanced away and turned back to grating frozen butter for the pie crust.
Kara sidled closer, seemingly reading the cookbook, but every time Lena looked over, Kara met her gaze and quickly turned away.
“Here you go, darling. Fold it like a letter, turn, fold it like a letter, turn. Do that three times, then back in the fridge for half an hour and we do it again.”
Lena was, in all honesty, doing the real work and giving Kara the simple tasks, like peeling the potatoes (which was easy, because she could not only do so without burning herself, but could also just reach into the boiling water to grab.)
Kara neatly folded the pie crust while Lena mashed the potatoes and pushed them through Kara’s sieve for perfect, Michelin-star restaurant smoothness. Lena was a little daunted by the “green bean casserole”, not exactly standard Luthor thanksgiving fare, but it was easier as she was watched Kara follow her instructions to knead dough for dinner rolls.
They worked in companionable silence, Lena doing one task while Kara did another, and slowly they built up an array of side dishes and a wonderful smelling pumpkin pie that Lena had to practically tear Kara away from. She almost wished she’d made a spare pie for Kara to eat right now.
“I’m huuuuuungry” she pleaded.
Looking over Kara’s now-full fridge, full of delicious Thanksgiving fare ready to be warmed in the oven, she pulled out her phone.
“We’ll get take-away delivered.”
Knowing what she was dealing with, Lena ordered enough Chinese for a small army and ended up picking at spicy beef and broccoli while Kara sat next to her, devouring her own body weight from five different containers.
“Here,” she said, offering Lena a fortune cookie.
Smirking, Lena popped it open and unfurled the little message.
“What’s it say?”
A great opportunity lies before you.
Lena laughed. “Nothing. Now we have to clean up, you know.”
“I can do that, you just relax.”
Lena sank back into the couch -she was tired- while Kara rolled up her sleeves and did the dishes, moving a little too fast for a human, at least until Lena looked over to watch her, studying the flexing muscles in her forearms as she worked. There was something playing on the tv, but it was vastly less interesting.
Kara smelled pleasantly of soap when she plopped on the couch, rocking Lena towards her. She sank back and sighed, letting her head loll over so she could look at Lena.
“Thank you for doing all that work. I’d have been hopeless without you.”
“It was my pleasure,” Lena said, softly.
It was getting late, the sun having long set; they’d toiled in the kitchen past nine o’clock.
It was time for Lena to go home.
Kara looked pensive, pretty eyes downcast.
“You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”
It was an absurd question, profoundly silly, even. Lena had been to every Danvers family get together for the better part of three years now (there was that one missed year, gaping like a void in her chest, but that was over now, they were better, she wouldn’t spend another Thanksgiving drunk on her sofa and sobbing ever again)
Lena wished she’d opened one of the wine bottles. She needed a little help with her courage. Her voice cracked a little when she managed to say, “It’s getting late. I could just stay.”
Her heart was pounding.
Kara’s hand slid along the back of the couch and she crooked one of Lena’s curls around her finger, playing idly with it. They sat close, turned into each other, almost touching.
“You can have the bed,” said Kara. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Lena felt her throat go dry, and squeezed her hands together to keep them from shaking. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl, and it was weirdly delightful. Kara was watching her cocky confidence and a crooked smile.
“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” said Lena. “I trust you to keep your hands to yourself if we share the bed.”
“What will you sleep in?”
“Won’t you let me borrow something?”
Kara made a little gesture with her head. Lena nodded and headed behind the partition that made up Kara’s “bedroom wall” and turned to the clothes rack that served as her closet. Hand trembling, she swept each item aside, stopping when she found an old hoodie.
It was threadbare and the drawstrings were missing and it was much too large for her, but it was perfect, a maroon Midvale High sweatshirt. Lena carefully laid it out on the bed and in a single nervous, trembling motion, pulled her top over her head and set it aside.
It was chilly in the apartment, and her skin pricked with goose pimples as soon as the air hit it. She licked her lips nervously and popped the clasps on her bra before discarding it and dumping the sweatshirt on over her bare skin. The hem hung well below her waist.
Feeling her pulse in her throat, she pushed her leggings down and stepped out of them, then padded back out on bare feet, toes curling from the cold floor.
“You coming?”
Kara’s eyes went comically wide when she saw her, gaze instantly drawn to her pale legs.
“Yep.”
Lena retreated to the bedroom… then realized that Kara hadn’t changed. Lena was standing there awkwardly when Kara strolled around the partition and, in a slightly too hurried motion, pulled her own top off.
She was facing away, her back flexing magnificently as she stretched, now clad only in a soft black sports bra. Lena knew she was staring as Kara pushed her jeans down, revealing a pair of flannel boxer shorts beneath. She turned and looked at Lena.
Oh holy fuck, Lena thought.
“I usually just sleep like this,” Kara said, her voice quivering a little. “Is that okay?”
Lena nodded.
She climbed into the bed, sort of precariously parking on the edge. Kara lifted the covers and slid under, her weight on the mattress making it curve towards her, as though Lena were drawn, by gravity, to her embrace.
She let it take her. She ended up right next to Kara, and the lay turned on their sides towards each other.
Lena wanted to scream. This was a terrible idea.
“Hi,” Kara whispered.
“Hi, yourself,” said Lena.
God, she was right there, those muscles, the silky golden-tanned skin of her long legs (how did she have a tan in November?!), the supernaturally perfect blonde curls, and those big, pretty blue eyes just drinking her in.
Lena snuggled up under the blankets, shifting closer.
“So we’re sleeping in the same bed,” said Kara.
“Yes, I see we are. Though neither of us appears to be sleeping.”
“True,” said Kara, “though one might say that we’re about to sleep together.”
“One might,” Lena agreed.
“English is such a funny language. Someone might be confused if I went around saying I sleep with Lena Luthor.”
“Some might be jealous,” said Lena, arching a brow.
“Well of course. They don’t know what a little snuggle bunny you are.”
Lena grinned foolishly, trying to hide it behind the baggy sleeve of Kara’s sweatshirt.
“You’re wearing my clothes, too. Someone might say we’re going steady.”
“Aren’t we? Neither of us had been on a date with anyone in years.”
Lena wanted to feel bold, she really did, but she was so nervous she could barely breathe.
“Are you okay, baby?” Kara whispered. “Your heart is going really fast.”
Lena nodded. “I’m okay, just, um.”
She felt so silly. Here she was, bold, sassy, uber-confident battle bisexual Lena Luthor utterly tongue tied and helpless and in bed with her best friend.
Kara shifted closer, then closer still. Lena thought she might literally depart from her body when Kara’s legs tangled gently with hers. She stared in astonishment when Kara gently rolled her on her back… by climbing on top of her, slipping an arm around her back while the other hand brushed loose locks from her eyes and swept around to cradle the back of her head.
“Are we really doing this?” Lena choked out. “What are we doing?”
Kara’s face filled her vision, inches from kissing her. Hot breath ticked her lips.
“I think the real question is why did we wait so long?”
“If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to die.”
Kara did, dipping down slowly to brush her lips lightly over Lena’s in the most teasing, potent first kiss she’d ever had, a kiss to make her forget all her other firsts. Then Kara kissed her harder and Lena could feel the need in her, hunger and passion pent up for years.
She responded with her own, pressing her hips up to meet Kara.
“You took my favorite hoodie.”
“I did.”
“Be a good girl, and give it back.”
Lena, it turned out, was a very good girl.
When she woke up the next… noonish, she was still feeling the afterglow. Kara was passed out and snoring next to her, arm casually thrown over Lena’s belly. She slipped out from under it and stretched in the sunlight before pulling the hoodie back on. She’d have to find something more proper to wear, after a shower and some breakfast. She didn’t want to spoil her dinner, but she was hungry. Kara had been… exhausting, honestly.
She wanted to do a little dance, right until she walked out into the main area of the loft, bare-assed and hoodie-clad, and found herself face to face with Alex and Eliza Danvers.
“What are you doing here?” Lena and Alex both yelped at the same time.
Eliza was beet red, but said, “Ah, hello, Lena. You came early?”
(And often)
“I, um, that is, I, we…”
Eliza was bemused now, giving her a motherly smile.
“Why don’t you go change and wake Kara up?”
Alex continued to stare at Lena, the wheels almost audibly spinning in her head.
“Okaygoodidea,” Lena chirped out, awkwardly tugging her sole garment down as she darted back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Lena was in the shower while Kara very loudly explained the merits of texting first or just knocking on the door like a normal person, while Alex snapped back that it was technically still her apartment.
When she finally emerged in Kara’s flannel and Kara’s jeans, Alex and Kara were still bickering while Eliza was simply staring at the contents of the fridge. Lena walked over awkwardly (for multiple reasons) and rubbed at her arms.
“I helped Kara get all the other dishes ready. We only have to worry about the turkey.”
Eliza looked up and smirked at her.
“May I just say… it’s about time, sweetheart.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#domesticity#cooking corp#bold Kara#Kara has BDE#cute bottomy Lena Luthor#Bold toppy Kara Danvers#they are switches your honor#Kara is a Kryptonian sex god#domesticorp#wifecorp#Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor in cutesy domestic bliss#Lena is a hoodie thief#Lena Luthor is a good girl#here comes the praise kink#lena x kara#Alex is so done#Alex really needs to learn to knock#Kara can’t hang a sock on the door it’s her apartment#Eliza ships them
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I couldn't find these gifs so I made them myself lol
#supergirl#6x18#supercorp#dansen#lena luthor#katie mcgrath#kara danvers#melissa benoist#alex danvers#kelly olsen#dancing#gif#my gif
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH !!!
#pride month#lgbt pride#supergirl#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#kara zor el#kara and lena#chyler leigh#alex danvers#katie mcgrath#melissa benoist
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