#Lena is a hoodie thief

[natalievoncatte]

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.”

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Christmas Miracle-Chapter 3

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Ruby Arias, Santa Claus, Streaky the cat, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, Cupid

Summary: After her last two breakups, Lena doesn't think there is love out there for her. However, will Ruby's wish to Santa make Lena a believer in miracles?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Kara sighed as she walked with Streaky with a leash in the park. She was dressed in pink sweats and a pink hoodie. It had been several days since she had seen Lena and wasn’t sure what to do still. She knew she needed to speak to her, but wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation. She wasn’t sure if she should tell her if she was Supergirl or not. She thought it was obvious, but realized that she never called herself that during the encounter, and she wasn’t dressed in costume. For all she knew, Lena could have thought that she was one of any multitude of metahumans that had popped up all over the city the last couple of years. She was jostled out of her thoughts when she noticed that Streaky had suddenly stopped walking. She looked down to see that he was staring at her expectantly. 

Kara sighed and said, “I take it you want to be carried instead of walking around.”

Streaky nodded his head.

Kara looked down at her Fitbit and saw that she and Streaky had walked about 5 miles already.

Kara smiled and said, “I guess we had enough exercise today.”

Kara opened her arms and Streaky pounced into her arms. Kara cuddled Streaky against her chest and continued down the path in the park. 

Streaky made a loud purring sound. 

Kara chuckled and said, “I know it is almost dinner time. I take it you would want your usual tuna.”

Streaky purred loudly and rubbed his head against Kara’s neck. 

Kara chuckled and said, “Why am I not surprised? Well, we are about 10 minutes from the park exit. It has enough trees and shrubby there that we can hide in to change and then fly home the rest of the way.”

Streaky purred against Kara’s neck in contentment. 

Kara smiled and said, “I am glad we have a game plan here.”

As Kara and Streaky rounded the bend, Kara noticed a man dressed in a black sweater, pants, and black mask over his head knock over a Santa and take  the red collection box he was using to collect funds for the Salvation Army near the park’s exit.

Kara sighed, shook her head, and said, “Do people not have any shame?”

She noticed two rocks on the ground near her. She picked them up quickly and threw them towards the thief. The rocks hit the thief on the back of his legs causing him to fall and then hit his head on the pavement knocking him out. 

Kara shook her head as she ran up to grab the box and then take it back to Santa. The Santa tried to get up to greet her but winced as he tried to put weight on his foot.

Kara frowned and asked, “Are you okay?”

Santa smiled at her and said, “I’ll be okay. I think I may have hurt my ankle though. Do you mind helping me over to that bench over there?”

Kara nodded as she helped him up and guided him to the nearest bench. As he sat down, she used her X-ray vision to analyze his ankle. She didn’t see a sprain or any type of breakage which is a good sign. Given on hard he fell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was maybe sore for the next day or two. 

Kara sat next to him and gave him the Salvation Army box. 

Santa smiled at her and said, “Thank you so much for retrieving this. The funds mean so much to families in need, especially during the holiday season.”

Kara smiled and said, “It is no problem. I just want to help.” She looked at his ankle and said, “You seemed to have difficulty walking. Did you need help to get back home or would you like me to call someone for you?”

Santa chuckled and said, “No, I will be just fine. I think my ego is more bruised than anything that I let that young man get the jump on me and the lady earlier.”

Kara frowned and asked, “What lady?”

Santa sighed and said, “There was a lady that was going through her purse about to put funds in the Salvation Army Box when the thief took us both by surprise. He took her money and car keys. He was about to attack her when I pushed her away and she made a run for it. Then the thief turned his focus on me and tried to take the money box.

Kara frowned and said, “I hope that lady is okay.”

Santa nodded and said, “I hope so too.” He held up his hand, revealed the car keys, and said, “The idiot dropped it during the fight and I was able to get them back. I was hoping to be able to find her since my shift ends in a couple of minutes and she said that she was heading to the parking lot near the park after making her donation. However, I am not sure if I will be able to catch up with her with my ankle bothering me like this.”

Kara smiled and said, “I can try to find her. It shouldn’t be too hard since there is only one parking lot within walking distance from here. Do you remember what the lady looked like?”

Read the rest on AO3

[from-a-reckless-writer]

here's me jumping into the bandwagon :D

(read on ao3)

It's just after sunset when Kara finally gives in. She veers off from her patrol down to a route she knows by heart.

The moment she lands, the first thing she notices is how the sliding doors are a fraction open. It’s a small thing, nothing to even be thrilled about, yet still, her drumming heart cannot be helped.

"Knock, knock," she says, stepping inside.

Her heart turning anxious when she takes in the sight in front of her. The room is a mess; books on the floor, drawers open, Lena’s frazzled appearance. She's standing over a suitcase thrown open in the middle of the bed, a mountain of clothes on top of it.

She was told that Lena was going on a trip, that it would probably take three weeks tops.

Packing for a trip doesn’t look like this, this looks a lot like... leaving.

Going on a trip, Kara remembers that’s what her family told her too.

You and Kal are going on a trip but you don’t have to worry, we’ll be with you the rest of the way, they told her.

A trip implies there would be a home to come back to. And Kara believed it. She believed it for a total of ten seconds before her planet exploded and a shard of her home knocked her off-course.

"Need some help?" Her voice doesn’t tremble. Kara considers that a miracle, really.

"I didn't know Supergirl helped poor hapless women pack suitcases,” Lena retorts, walking over to her and kissing her cheek in greeting. It doesn't go unnoticed by Kara how clingy Lena's been since she's been back.

"Well, I wouldn’t exactly consider you poor and hapless," Kara counters.

"I may have had a slight,” Lena pinches her thumb and forefinger together, “panic over which and what to pack earlier.”

Yeah, Kara can definitely see that.

"Good thing I’m here then?”

"It's always good whenever you're around,” Lena says in such a casual way and it’s like the past year didn’t happen. As if it has always been this good. And...is this even allowed? This much affection from Lena? All the sweet words, the gentle touches, and the constant close proximity? It shouldn’t be allowed, not if it will be taken from her almost immediately after.

Unfair, is what it is.

******

“Okay, so why don’t we just move this out here yeah?” Kara voices, leaning over and hugging the lump of clothes to her chest, dumps it out from the suitcase and onto Lena’s pillows.

Lena’s fabric conditioner filling Kara’s senses entirely. For a brief moment, she considers stealing one of Lena’s shirts then and there. Something to tide her through once Lena leaves.

“Great. You’re on folding duty then,” Lena declares, “I’ll just go sort my babies, quickly. I’ll be right back.”

(Her 'babies' being the thick books lining every inch of this place.)

Lena disappears through the door. The domesticity of it all pulling at Kara’s chest.

In another world, where life ran a little differently, Kara would be packing their suitcases for a trip to Argo, or maybe one of the planets she’s always wanted Lena to see, or maybe it’d be nothing that grand. Maybe, just a trip back to Midvale. Lena would read to her on the whole drive there, her hair whipping from the winds down coastal roads.

Maybe not even a trip. Maybe in this other world, she’s assigned on folding duty, while Lena tinkers around their house. Maybe, even a dog or a cat. Maybe, something small at first, just an aquarium of fishes.

She doesn’t notice how deep into the fantasy she’s gotten till Lena speaks up from the door.

"My, my, CatCo would pay a million dollars to see this."

"Uh-"

"Supergirl found in bed, folding Lena Luthor's undies."

Kara looks down at her hand. She’s holding a lacy purple panty, she spots the matching bra laying a few inches away. She drops it lightning quick, feels her face flush.

"Oh, Rao. Lena, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- I wasn't- It was just there and I-"

"Relax, Kara. I was just teasing,” Lena reassures her, she’s got three books tucked in her arms, she lays them down on the bed, before picking up the underwear Kara’s dropped and folding it neatly.

The contrast of the dark fabric against Lena’s pale fingers makes Kara flush an even brighter red.

Kara tries hard to exclude Lena's lacy panties in her fantasy.

She fails.

******

They give up on packing entirely two hours later. An all out pillow fight breaks out somewhere between Kara fishing out her favorite hoodie from the pile--discovering t'was not in fact missing like she thought it was--and Lena denying that she stole it.

They’ve fallen right on top of Lena’s clothes. Laying opposite each other, Lena lying upside down, her feet propped up on the pillows, toes touching the headboard, whilst Kara’s legs dangle at the end of the bed. Their heads close together.

From this angle, she can see the defined slope of Lena’s nose; stares at the way her lashes curl every time she blinks.

“So, what do you think you’ll find there?” Kara breathes out into the silence.

“I don’t really know,” Lena whispers.

“Let me rephrase then; what do you want to find?”

“I- I don’t know either.”

She tries to crane her neck to take a better look at Lena. Her eyes are closed, and it takes every ounce of self-control for Kara not to lean over and just press a kiss to Lena’s lips. It would be so, so easy. She settles for shifting just a bit closer instead, their temples touching.

It’s good enough.

“That’s okay," Kara murmurs, "not knowing is part of the adventure, right?”

She tries not to think about how she isn’t really part of this adventure. It isn’t about her, really. Kara’s decided the next three days will be about Lena. Kara will have time for breaking down once Lena leaves. The three days pales in comparison to how much Lena’s sacrificed in getting her back.

“I guess so.” she hears Lena say.

On the ceiling, Kara sees two shadows dancing with each other, tries not to look too deep into it.

And then,

“I had Jess trace down a couple of documents for me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s an orphanage that could help me, she thinks.”

Kara’s ears perk up at that, she imagines Lena as a small child crying for her mom and then being whisked away from everything she ever knew. Kara wishes she could hold that little girl’s hand. Why did nobody hold Lena’s hand through it all? Kara wonders if somebody did, would Lena even have met her? Would she have needed somebody like Kara in her life? She likes to believe that Lena would still have met her. A reality without Lena was too painful, Kara knows all too well.

“Is that where you’re going to visit first?”

“Yeah.”

A brief silence engulfs them.

“Hey, Kara,” Lena calls out. “Do you think-”

There’s a deep exhale and a sigh.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think my mom would want me to find her again? Do you think she’s proud of me?”

The question was so full of uncertainty and insecurity and there's nothing that Kara wants more than to just wrap around Lena and tell her how goddamn amazing she is.

“Oh, Lena," Kara whispers, "your mom would be so happy if you found her. I’d even say she’s been waiting for you. And of course, she’s proud of you!” Kara sits up at this, can’t contain all her awe for Lena.

“You’re amazing! Have you met you? Your mom would be so proud of you. I just know it, Lena.”

Lena opens her eyes, smiles shyly at her, reaches up to cup Kara’s cheek. Even though the angle is awkward, Kara feels her entire being light up at the touch.

“Thank you. You always know just what to say.”

Kara's right hand comes up to keep Lena’s hand steady, before tilting slowly to press a kiss to her palm.

She registers the up-tick in her heartbeat before letting go and laying back down again.

Kara’s beginning to understand, now. Lena doesn’t want to wonder anymore, maybe if she knew where she came from, who she could’ve been, and what kind of life she could’ve led, existing wouldn’t be as hard as it is now. Maybe Lena wanted to know that a Luthor isn’t all that she is. Even though Kara has repeated again and again that she is so much more. Lena needs to figure that out for herself, Kara guesses.

Maybe, Lena finally needs a name other than what has been ingrained in her. Maybe Lena needs to name the parts of herself she never had before.

“Maybe you came from a family of thieves,” Kara murmurs, closing her eyes too.

“Kara.” she feels Lena shift, she opens one eye to see Lena propped on her elbows leaning over her. “Are you saying you think being a hoodie thief is genetic?”

“You never know, Lena you never know,” Kara manages to say, her brain a loop of, Lena’s eyes are so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, her hair smells so nice, please kiss me, please kiss-

Kara closes her eyes again to make the chanting stop.

“You do know I'm a scientist, right?”

“Mm. Doesn’t make you any less of a hoodie thief.”

That earns her a pillow on the face.

“Personally, I think you’re some lost princess though," Kara divulges.

Lena lets out a loud incredulous laugh at that.

“What?" Lena blurts out, "You think I’m a princess?”

There’s a cheesy pick-up line there somewhere that Kara chooses to ignore.

“Well, you have the whole Snow White look down to a T, after all. Pale skin, dark hair. The whole ensemble really.”

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Lena groans, “but, I think you might be right. God, I even have the whole evil stepmother-stepbrother dynamic down. Does that make you one of my dwarfs?”

“Dwarf? Really? Lena, really?”

She’s glad to learn that Lena had picked up a thing or two from their Disney marathons. That doesn’t mean Kara appreciates being called a dwarf though. She sits up and leans back on her elbows too; their faces inches from each other now. Lena’s eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You turn into Grumpy when someone eats your ice cream.”

Kara gasps, clutches her heart as if wounded and falls down dramatically. Lena just laughs at her, lies down again before asking, “Think I’ll find Prince Charming there, then?”

“You don’t need Prince Charming.”

I’m right here.

“True,” Lena agrees. Lena doesn’t need anybody, although would it really hurt if she says that she needed Kara the way Kara needs her?

“Ireland seems like the best place to run off into the sunset though," Lena wonders aloud.

“Is that what you wanna do?” Kara asks, “Just run off into the sunset?”

Because, because, if it is, I can do something even better. I can fly you off into the sunset. All you have to do is ask. Her heart is galloping in her chest and she’s grateful that out of the two of them, she’s the only one with super hearing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Lena answers and Kara lets out a none too subtle breath of relief.

“You don’t have to search for a home, you know,” Kara whispers. She just- She just needs Lena to know this, okay?

“I know,” Lena answers. “I still need to do this though.”

Once Lena Luthor makes up her mind there’s no changing it, it’s something Kara’s come to know through the years.

“You’ll come back soon though?”

“Maybe. Honestly, Kara? I don’t really know about ‘soon’. How close is ‘soon’ anyway? Would there even be a good reason for me to come back?”

How Kara held her all screams in the moment Lena said that, she doesn’t know.

******

There are balloons and cake and confetti but it doesn’t feel anything remotely close to a party.

It feels more something along the lines of, train wreck and heartbreak and building on fire. In short, disaster.

She vaguely registers Kelly asking her to hover and hang the banner. Why would she want to hang a banner screaming “We”ll Miss You!” in glittering blue? Kara grabs the ends of it and hangs it up anyway.

We’ll Miss You doesn't even begin to cover Kara’s feelings about Lena’s departure and oncoming absence.

But then again, this isn’t about her.

The door buzzes before Kara can spiral down her blackhole again.

Andrea comes in through the door with a bottle of champagne, which she hands off to Kara along with her coat. Kara fumbles after Andrea.

This isn’t CatCo! I’m not your employee! And champagne? Really? What is there to celebrate?

Lena arrives shortly after and streamers are let out. They make in-jokes and everyone’s laughing and Alex keeps telling Lena to bring home ‘some of the good stuff’ and Brainy keeps asking if he’s allowed to tinker with Lena’s projects while she's away, and Nia’s handing Lena an old film camera, “Document everything for me? Alright?" and Kara’s trying, she really, really is.

Even though she can’t understand how all of them are happy and smiling at the thought of Lena leaving them.

She doesn’t even notice what she’s doing till she’s bracing herself for take-off out in Lena’s balcony, when a hand lands on her wrist.

“Hey.” Lena anchors her back to the ground. It’s a mistake to turn and meet Lena’s eyes.

“Stay? Please?” Lena asks.

Unfair, Kara thinks again. It’s unfair that she gets to ask that.

******

Kara stays.

She stays till the lights are off, the blankets drawn and Lena’s snoring in her arms.

She’s eyeing the suitcase at the corner of the room.

I forgive you, she thinks, I forgive you for taking my heart in the suitcase you packed.

She didn’t even know it was trapped inside till Lena’s zipping everything up and Kara couldn’t breathe.

“Please, please, don’t go,” she pleads into the dark. .

Lena shifts, mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into Kara.

******

The runway is shimmering after the early morning drizzle, and Lena Luthor looks like someone from a magazine, standing there in her velvet coat and aviators. There’s only the two of them, and there’s a smug pride in Kara about the fact that Lena didn’t want anybody here but her.

She’s leaving today. In a few hours, they’ll be on different continents. Kara wouldn’t be able to trace her heartbeat anymore. Lena made her promise not to chase the plane. She’s still pretty bummed about that.

“You know I’m gonna call you everyday, right?” Kara mutters in her ear, arms wrapped tight around Lena.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Kara Danvers.” Lena squeezes back, before pulling away.

“G-good.”

“Well, this is my ride,” Lena tells her, gestures to the jet behind her. “This is goodbye then.”

“For now.” Kara insists.

“For now.” Lena confirms, “Goodbye, for now.”

She turns to go but Kara can’t-

“Lena, wait.”

She tugs on Lena’s hand and she comes back to her willingly. Before Kara loses the nerve, she presses into Lena’s lips. She cups her face gently, feels the warmth of the sun on her cheeks, feels the moment Lena’s brain catches up to what’s happening.

It doesn’t taste like goodbye, Kara realizes. It tastes like a promise of something more.

“What was that for?” Lena breathes out, Kara can hear their hearts hammering in sync.

“Your reason to come back home.”

[special shoutout to @mssirey who gave great writing advice to this poor hapless writer（〃｀ 3′〃）i kith u on the forehead. ]

[julish-17]

Text me, baby Supercor-Au

part 1 

part 2

part 3

part 4Lena drove carefully, only occasionally glancing at Kara, who sat quietly next to her and chewy candies.

"Damn, she's cute" flashed through in her head. "And hot. Don't deny it, Luthor." said an inner voice. God, she behaves like a lesbian. Lena wasn't straight, no. But she also was in no hurry to identify herself as a lesbian. She was with both men and women. And she must admit, it was great. She used to think that pansexual - a term that works for her. Returning her attention to the road, brunette swallowed hard.

Radio started playing her favorite song, so Kara started to dance.Kara once again came out and opened the door of Lena.

"Please, my lady", Kara smiling, handing Lena's hand.

"Miss Danvers, you are so careful", Lena jokes, shaking hands.

Pulling packets from the back seat, she puts the car on the alarm.

"Well, Miss-I-will-super-polite-all-night, please. ", Lena misses Kara forward. Going into the elevator, she presses the button of the last floor.

"Thank you, I'm very pleased ", Kara smiled sweetly to Lena, adjusting her glasses.

"Let me help you carry such heavy packages " continued a girl.

"Oh, I don't think it's necessary, " said Lena "And don't forget that test still waiting for you, Danvers."

Kara rolled her eyes.

"You're ruining everything, Luthor" Kara crossed her arms over her chest.

"I just want to remind you not to relax, " Lena laughed.

"And you spoil the whole idyll, "Kara grimaced.

" You're so cute when grimacing. "Lena smiled, letting Kara go first.

" Oh thank you. How nice that the knights are not extinct!"

Lena laughs again. What's this girl doing with it? Luthor gets the keys and opens the door. The apartment seems to be huge, but empty. Actually, the way it is, and Lena has no idea why she owns such a huge loft. Kara had been here before.

"Come on, " says brunette. " Odin, " Lena smiled when she notices a little snout out of the corner. "Come here, baby, I'll introduce you." From around the corner, a small dog runs, which obviously pleased to see the mistress.

"Oh my God! Oh, Rao! He's so cute! " Kara was glad, seeing doggie.

Odin went to the girl, sniffed her and then began to attack with grace. He licked her hands, spun around her, trying to get on Kara's hands. Kara just a mischievous laugh, stroking doggie and scratched him behind the ear.

"I think he likes you," said Lena, looking for a couple. "Odin, place" commanded Lena. The dog immediately fulfilled hostess team, although it was evident that he did not really want " Don't make your puppy-dog eyes, boy." says Lena to Odin. " You'll have time to play." turned to Kara, Luthor went on, " Come in, feel as at home. " The brunette took the package and carried into the kitchen.

"He's so wonderful!" admired Kara " Why he wasn't here in the last time? " Kara went after Lena in the kitchen, holding Odin in her hands. "Can you give me your hoodie? I'm tired of wearing the shirt of the day."

"My friend took him to her for a couple of days," Lena answered. "Of course, you can take any sweatshirt in the closet. The bedroom is on the second floor. Choose something while I order us to eat."

Entering the spacious bedroom of Lena, Kara quickly went to the closet and began to look for what she would change into. Finding Lena's large university hoodie, Kara immediately realized that this is what she needs. The blonde quickly changed her clothes and returned to the kitchen, where Lena was waiting for her. "Wow, you're fa-..." The girl's breath caught, as she noticed the blonde in her huge university sweatshirt, "... -st." Lena sighed. "It looks so good on you."

"Thank you," Kara said, embarrassed, blushing. "What we plan to do? Test?"

"Yeah," Lena replies, "but first some wine," the girl draws a glass to the blonde. "But don't you dare tell anyone that I gave you to drink, or I'll be jailed for soldering minors," Luthor jokes.

"But ... There is not such an article," Kara narrowed her eyes." And besides, think about how it's cool to drink with Lena Luthor. I'll earn millions on this news!" laughed the girl. Kara raised her glass and took a small sip."Oh," the girl was surprised, " it's very tasty."

"Firstly, you dare not tell anyone, because it's our secret with you," Luthor bit off his lip. " And secondly, this is my favorite wine." The brunette is obviously pleased with herself. After taking another sip, Lena tries to say something, but the thought runs away from her, so she continues to silently look at the blonde.

Kara drank the wine and looked at Lena intently. The girl was incredibly beautiful, attractive, intelligent... She was hot, as well as smart. Fair, but funny .. Kara simply couldn't take her eyes off Lena. "Kara?" calls the girl Lena, staring at her. "Is everything okay? You've been looking at the same point for a couple of minutes."

Kara flinched, almost dropping her glass from fright. " A? Yeah, everything is fine," Kara corrected her glasses and took another sip of wine, looking anywhere, but not at Lena, ashamed that she caught her in this occupation.

"Are you sure?" Lena looked at Kara with a squint."Maybe some more wine?" Or cannot wait to start our little test?

"We can combine," Kara shrugged.

"I don't think that's a good idea," answered Luthor. "If you're ready to answer, then I have the first question for you." Lena thought for a moment. " Well, let's start with an easy one. What is civil law and what is it based on?

"Um ... Is this permission to walk with your dog? I think?" Kara shrugged once again." Yes, I think so."

"God, Kara, no," laughed Luthor. "Since you answered incorrectly," said the brunette, having calmed down a little, "you must fulfill the punishment. Remember?"

" Umm... Yes. I think I'll have to do it. "Kara put her empty glass on the table, and walked closer to Lena and put a hand on her cheek, slowly approaching her lips with hers.

Although Lena herself offered this punishment, now she was embarrassed. Kara's hand seemed so soft ... Closing her eyes, Lena is approaching for a kiss... Someone is ringing at the door. Lena curses everyone and everything and goes to open the door, smiling awkwardly and muttering something unintelligible. Kara nervously exhaled, looking after the departing brunette. The girl shook her head trying to throw away her thoughts. She wanted it so much ... She was so close ... " Who came? "

"I think it's a courier brought food," Lena says from the corridor. She doesn't doubt that, after hearing the coveted word, Kara will immediately rush.

"Of course! Food!" Kara shouted and immediately rushed to the corridor, almost sweeping everything on her way. She almost collided with Odin but managed to step over him. Kara literally flew into the corridor, clutching at the walls to stop.

"Hey, carefully, miss a little hurricane!" Lena laughs, watching as the blonde flies into the corridor.

"I'm fine!Shall we eat now?? " Kara came closer to Lena and took her hand, starting to shake her, like a small impatient child.

"Of course," the brunette smiled warmly. Taking the bags, Lena went to the kitchen.

Kara hurriedly went into the kitchen next to Lena. She sat down at the table and waited impatiently for the girl to get food from the packages. Entering the kitchen, Lena began to take out numerous boxes. God, can they really eat all this?

"Perhaps it will be more comfortable on the couch?" suggested Lena.

"As you wish," Kara stood up and walked over to Lena.

"Help to take it to the table? " Without waiting for an answer, Kara took a few boxes, carried them to the room and then put them on the coffee table.

"I ... " Lena wanted to say something, but Kara was so keen on food that Lena decided not to bother her now. "Have a nice appetite, Kara." And, God, don't forget to chew. You can choke."

"Thanks, Lena! You, too, have a nice appetite!" said Kara, when she swallowed the food. But she immediately continued to eat dumplings. The girl gave one potsticker to Odin when he approached her and looked with a piteous glance, eyes bulging.

"Odin, you petty thief," laughed Lena, watching the dog eat the potsticker. "Kara, please don't give him anything, otherwise he will get used to it and stop eating from the bowl."

"Okay," Kara smiled sadly. "But he's my friend." She looked at Lena with pity.Kara looked again. Lena is just incredibly beautiful. A chiseled chin, piercing green eyes, puffy lips ... Kara looked at her lips.

"Oh, Kara, of course, he's your friend," Lena answered gently. "But Odin is a well-bred young man," brunette joked.

Kara looks at her again. God, it's impossible not to notice. Not that she was against it.

"You know," Luthor suddenly begins, approaching the girl a little. Her voice changed. She began to speak more quietly. "There is something that you owe me."

"Right." Kara blushed and looked away from Lena, but soon looked back at her, noticing that the girl was now sitting closer. Closer, but still far away. Kara moved closer to Lena, putting a hand on her cheek and starting to stroke her thumb while looking directly into her eyes. Kara hesitantly looked at Lena's lips, and then leaned forward, involving the girl in a tender kiss.

It was ... Gently. Smooth, soft movements were exactly what they needed. Luthor's hand slid to the waist of the blonde, cautiously pressing her to him. Kara also burrowed her hands in her dark hair, sometimes sinking to her neck to draw a finger down the gate. "What are we doing, Kara?" Lena asked quietly, buried in the neck of the blonde. She didn't want to let go Kara, so she only pressed harder against her.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

What are Kara and Lena's reaction when they first wear each others clothing?

That’s My Shirt

    “Kara. Kara.”

She can hear Alex speaking to her but it sounds like it’s a million miles away - the hand waving in front of her face finally bringing her back to earth. Alex’s chin settles on her shoulder as she follows Kara’s line of vision into the living room where everyone is talking and laughing while they wait on Alex and Kara to bring back the popcorn.

“What’s up?” Alex’s voice sounds by her ear and she realizes she still hasn’t spoken. She swallows.

“She’s wearing my hoodie.”

“Who? Lena?”

Kara nods, eyes locked on her girlfriend as she laughs at something Winn has said. She’s wearing Kara’s UCLA sweatshirt that had been draped over the back of the chair. The window is open, so it’s probably cold and Lena no doubt just wanted something warm to wear and it probably has nothing to do with the fact that it’s Kara’s sweatshirt.

Only it is Kara’s sweatshirt.

And Lena looks so breathtakingly beautiful in it.

Her dark hair brushing against the blue material of the shirt.  

It’s hugging her curves in all the right places and oh, Rao - the next time Kara wears it, it will probably smell like Lena -

Kara feels her heart catch in her throat.

“You okay?” Alex pats her shoulder before moving to silence the beeping microwave.

“What?”

Alex raises her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, no, I’m fine.” Kara stutters, ignoring the smirk that Alex sends her way.

She sighs.

“You ever just look at someone and … there just aren’t words you know?”

Lena must feel Kara’s eyes on her because she turns - all green eyes smiles and when their gazes lock Kara thinks she might just hyperventilate.

“Oh, I know.” Alex promises but Kara is too busy crinkling her nose at Lena to notice the way Alex is looking at Maggie. “Trust me, I know.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Lena doesn’t even look up from her paperwork when she hears her office door open - she knows it’s Kara.

She just has to read through and initial the last paragraph of this contract and then she’ll be free to enjoy a nice lunch with her girlfriend.

And …  

Done.

She tucks the papers back into their folder and tucks her pen away before looking up. Kara is facing away from her, carefully arranging takeout boxes on the coffee table. She’s wearing khaki pants and a black button up shirt that Lena quickly recognizes as the one she had left over at Kara’s apartment after they’re last movie night.

“So I got the curry you like and …”

Kara keeps talking, but Lena doesn’t really hear her as she moves around the desk to stand next to Kara.

It all strikes her as so casual, the way Kara is bringing her lunch and wearing her shirt - relationships in her experience are supposed to be hard, but it never is with Kara. It’s kind of ridiculous actually, how happy the sight of Kara in her clothes makes her. It’s so … domestic.

She grins.

“Lee?”

“Yes?”

“You look happy.”

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Lena observes, reaching up a finger to trace along the collar of the garment in question.

“Oh!” Kara looks down, studying the sleeves. “I guess I am.”

She says it innocently but Lena’s been around her long enough to recognize the playful glint in her eye.

“Something you want to confess?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you - shirt thief!”

“Why, I never-!”

Lena raises and eyebrow and Kara stops short.

“Is it okay? Are we at the stage where we can wear each other’s clothes now?”

Lena feels like her whole body is smiling.

“If we are, then that means those blue sweatpants you have are mine - I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything that soft!”

“Consider them yours.” Kara laughs before pulling her into soft kiss. Her hands move around Kara’s neck where they smooth up the back of Kara’s shirt -effectively popping the collar.

When they part, Kara is studying her, head tilted in a question.

“If you’re going to wear my clothes, you have to wear them properly!“

[accio-ambition]

starting off on the wrong foot

Merry belated Christmas and happy belated New Year, @reanncee! I was your terribly late Santa! I really am sorry about the tardiness. The holidays got to me in real life and I’m just now beginning to recover and get back to normal.

When we first started talking, you said that you wanted to see Regina and the Flash team up and save Storybrooke. I’m not all too familiar with the Flash - an additional dark mark on me - but after I saw a couple gifsets from Arrow about Thea and Roy, I was inspired. I hope you like your present and, again, I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A BAD SANTA.

“I don’t think Lena has her head on straight. You? A manager?”

Regina scoffs and savors the last sip of her coffee before chucking it in a trash bin. That time allows her to collect herself and calmly respond to her friend. “Thanks for having so much faith in me, Emma.”

Her friend rolls her eyes and chuckles. “C’mon, Regina, be real.”

“I am being real,” Regina whines, all but stomping her foot on the city sidewalk.

Emma rolls her eyes again, solidifying the weird friendship between the two of them.

“It’s not that I don’t think you’ll be a good manager,” Emma tells her. “I just didn’t see that coming. I thought you didn’t like the club.”

Shrugging, Regina adjusts the straps of her trusty bag over her shoulder. “I never said I didn’t like it,” she qualifies. “I just said I didn’t like how Lena was running it.”

“So she handed you the reins because she got angry.”

Regina nods. “Pretty much.”

Their relationship is complicated, to say the least: Emma and her half-sister Zelena were frenemies in school, always paired together for school projects and such because they ‘had common abilities.’ How those common abilities translated into Emma becoming a cop and Lena becoming a club owner, no one will ever know.

But with the amount of times Emma came over to the Mills Mansion during school, she and Regina bonded as well and to this day, grab coffee on the off chance that they’re both (a) awake and (b) coherent enough to hold a conversation.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me when you make your first night is,” Emma says, heading across the street. “I want to be there to make your life hell.”

Laughing, Regina responds, “Because you don’t already. Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for delinquents like yourself? You know, being an officer of the law?”

Emma flips her hair over her shoulder, saying, “Gotta let loose every once in a while, right?”

Regina laughs even harder, coming to a halt on the edge of the sidewalk as she bends in half with her mirth. Of all the people she’s ever met, Emma Swan is the only person who wouldn’t let her occupational oath keep her from having a good time.

But Regina’s attitude changes in a second when her bag is torn from her shoulder. Not only does it probably bruise her arm, but that’s her bag. The bag that Daniel gave her so long ago, the last physical remnant of their relationship ever existing.

The punk who grabbed the bag is streaking down the alley in a green hoodie, Emma fast on his tail. A small perk to having a friend who’s used to chasing criminals. It’s a huge help because, by the time Regina catches up in her tasteful-not-meant-for-running-but-for-putting-the-fear-of-God-into-people heels, Emma’s got the thief cornered against a dead end chain link fence.

“Give her the purse, ass,” Emma threatens as Regina catches her breath, “and maybe I won’t arrest you.”

The shithead just stares at them for a moment before catching Regina’s eye. He’s older than she thought at first. A man closer to her age than a teenager look for adventure. And his eyes. They’re blue. Not exactly piercing or anything, but blue enough to mentally mention. Softer than she expected, with a story novels long behind them.

The corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk and she opens her mouth to say something – what, she isn’t quite sure, but there’s something about this guy that makes her want to say something – but he bounds off the wall and over the fence like he’s a monkey or a karate kid.

“What the fuck?” she mutters beneath her breath.

The man lands soundly on the other side of the wall after landing a twist a pro-skateboarder would be proud of. Barely glancing back at Regina, he runs off, her purse in hand, as Emma ties in vain to run through the fence after him.

“Dammit,” Emma growls, gripping through the links and shaking. Turning back to Regina, she asks, “Was there anything super important in there?”

Regina shakes her head. “I mean, my wallet and my ID and stuff, but nothing that can’t be replaced.”

“But that bag. It was…” She doesn’t finish her sentence. They both know how it ends and how important it is to Regina. Resignedly, Emma wraps her arm over her friend’s shoulder, ushering her back to the main road. “Come on, I’ll help you file a report,” she says. “I’ll keep my eye out for the asshole when I go on patrol.”

Regina thinks that she nods or gives some sort of verbal agreement, but she’s still stuck on the thief’s upturned smirk and intense eyes. There’s something off about them. Something that screams that he stole her purse from necessity and not desire.

0000

Emma calls her a couple days later, her phone ringing while she’s standing in line at Starbucks.

“We got him,” her friend says by way of greeting.

“What?” Regina asks, trying to balance her cup of coffee, pay the barista, and maneuver her cell between her ear and her shoulder. “What are you talking about, got him?”

“The shit who stole your purse the other day,” Emma explains. On the other side of the line, Regina can hear flipping and shuffling of papers. “One of the deputies brought him in for another case of petty theft. The guy’s called Robin Locksley.”

She nearly drops her latte and her phone in surprise. “Like Robin Hood?” she clarifies.

“Exactly. And he lives up to that name. Steals from the banks, street stores, and it all somehow ends up in the Glades.” Emma goes silent for a second, then sighs. “Even if it’s all illegal, it’s still impressive how much support he singlehandedly brings to the people in the Glades.”

Regina hums. She’s a little distracted, between the people she’s convinced area trying to knock her off her feet on her way to the club and this intriguing conversation. If she doesn’t show up to work before Zelena, her sister will rip her a new one for ‘not being responsible’ even though she’s the one Mother decided to neglect until it was most convenient for her, but that’s Mother’s way.

“So he takes the things he steals and sells them to people out there?” Regina asks offhandedly.

“No, he sells them to the people around Park and Bauer Avenues for higher prices and then takes the money to the Glades. Daycares and the shelter.” She’ll admit, it all sounds very noble. Truly living up the character’s name he bears. Maybe that’s what causes the layers Regina spotted in his glance.

Bu then Emma’s voice pulls her from her own reveries when she says, “He’s still got your purse.”

“What?”

“The purse,” Emma repeats. “He hasn’t sold it yet, or at least that’s what he said.”

All Regina can say is nothing. She’s actually speechless, coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. She really shouldn’t care – it is only a purse, after all, she’s got a million of them – but it’s a bit more special because it’s the first Christmas present Daniel gave her. It’s her favorite because of the sentiment that accompanies it: Daniel saved up for a whole year to buy her the gift, skimping out dinners and treats for himself just to earn the heart that was already his. She’s taken better care of that purse than she has some of her own friends, sometimes.

“Regina?” Emma asks. “Are you still there?”

Nodding, Regina begins walking again. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

Regina bites at her bottom lip while she deliberates, then takes a sip of her drink in hopes that caffeine might inspire her.

“Okay, this is what I’ve got planned. As a cop, tell me how wrong this is going to go.”

0000

The address comes from Emma, after some pleading and promising that she’s not going to commit murder or anything else illegal. Honestly, after long hours of thinking, all she wants is the purse back. She doesn’t even particularly care if everything inside of its gone – the replacements are already in the mail on their way to her doorstep.

No, Regina ventures to a rundown, shabby-looking duplex on the way to work after a couple days of preparation because she needs to talk with this guy. She doesn’t know him, but if the way Emma spoke about him is any indication, there’s a story behind his theft.

She knocks on the door hesitantly, mentally going through her prepared speech for when Mr. Locksley opens up the door. “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but – no, don’t close the door, I’m just here to talk” and the like.

Nobody answers the first time, and then Regina thinks logically about it – it’s about 11 in the morning. In theory, no one should be home. This Locksley fellow was probably at work on the streets, stealing from the rich and bringing it back for the poor.

But she’s surprised when the door opens and she has to look down to meet the person holding it open.

“Hi.” His voice is squeaky, but oddly happy. “Who are you?”

After stumbling over the weight of her tongue, Regina shakes her head and smiles best she can. “I’m Regina,” she says. “What’s your name?”

“Roland,” the little boy responds. He can’t be more than four or five. Obviously, he’s too young to be in the local school system, because those students haven’t been released for the day yet. But maybe daycare or preschool. She can imagine his bouncy little voice and equally bouncy curls atop his head making him a lot of friends in those places.

It’s then Regina hears the heavy thumps of adult male footsteps and the thief with the smirk and the intense eyes appears behind the boy.

“Roland, what have I told you about opening the door without my permission?” he asks.

The boy shrugs. “Don’t do it.”

“Exactly, my boy.” His hand falls to the boy’s hair and ruffles it, gently pushing him away from the door. “Now run off.” Roland runs into the other room and Robin looks up. His face pales when he realizes exactly who Regina is.

“Please don’t close the door on me,” she say quickly, watching as he reaches for the door. “Look, I’m not here to cause any more trouble for either of us.”

Robin chuckles heartlessly. It’s cold and, at least in her limited opinion of him, not suitable. “That’s what they all say.”

“I mean it,” she implores. Taking a deep breath, she skips to the part in her prepared speech that would get to the point. “I’m Regina Mills. My friend told me you still had that bag you took from me. I was hoping I could have it back.” Robin tilts his head to the side in contemplation and confusion. “It’s kind of important to me,” she explains. “You can keep whatever’s it in, I just want the bag.”

He doesn’t say anything for a while, merely looks her up and down. It’s the first time since…well, since before Daniel died that a man’s gaze doesn’t make her skin crawl. It’s not lewd or disgustingly sexual. It looks like Mr. Locksley is trying to figure her out just as she’s trying to do the same.

“May I ask why?” he finally asks.

She hesitates, but ultimately decides to answer truthfully. “My ex-fiancé gave it to me the first Christmas we were together.”

“Ex?”

She nods. “He died a couple years ago.” His eyes widen and Regina shrugs. “Boating accident.”

“Oh,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.” Though she isn’t completely recovered – and, as she reasons with her mother, never expects to be fully done grieving Daniel – Regina waves away his remorse. A hand still on the door, he gesture further into the house behind him. “I do still have it, though I don’t promise the contents are still there.”

“That’s okay,” she says. “I’ve already called and ordered all the replacements. I just want the purse.”

Robin nods. “Alright. Please, come in.”

As he leaves and disappears into the darkness of the house, Regina steps in and closes the door behind her. She can see through the spots of the bookshelf to her left to the living room, where some cartoon entertains the little boy. He’s entranced by it, the lights reflecting back on his face. For a moment, he glances up at her through the spaces and gives her this shy, silly grin that Regina can’t help but return.

Footsteps have her looking forward once more. Robin returns with her purse, a little thinner and worse for wear, but still in pretty much the same condition as when she last had it.

“Like I said, most of the things inside of it are already gone,” he tells her again, “but I think it’s in good enough condition for you.”

When he offers it back to her, Regina takes it in her hands and simply holds it for a second, relishing in the feelings of the little piece of her – the little piece of Daniel she’d lost a couple days ago – coming home.

Before saying thank you, she just has to know why. “Is that why you did it?” Regina asks.

“What?”

She jerks her head toward the noise coming from the other room, of little cartoon characters dancing about on the screen in front of his son. “My purse,” she explains. “Did you do it for him or are you just really intent on living up to your namesake?”

“Pardon?” he asks with a small chuckle.

“C’mon. Robin Locksley?” At his vacant expression, Regina herself chuckles. “You know, Robin Hood? Stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor.”

A smile grows over his lips. “I’m aware, I just wanted to see you struggle through the explanation.”

Sighing, she snarls, “Mr. Locksley-”

“Yes,” he interrupts her. In a quieter voice, he continues, “The only food we had to eat was peanut butter and I wasn’t going to let my boy starve.”

“Do you not have a job to go to?”

“Of course I do, but it doesn’t make enough to pay and it’s the night shift, so Roland ends up spending more nights with the neighbor than with me.” Sighing in frustration, Robin runs a hand through his hand, making it haphazardly fall in every which-way direction. “It’s a catch-22 of the biggest proportions.”

“I can get you a job.” The words are out of her mouth before her filter has a chance to register what she’s already said.

Flabbergasted, Robin stares at her. “Haven’t you heard me, I’ve already got one.”

“You can bring Roland. Even when you’re at your other job,” she says swiftly. And now that she’s actually thinking this through, it makes sense. “The new club down the street, Verdant? My sister’s the owner. I manage. I’m heading there after this.” She’s thinking on her feet, but it could actually work. “You can work the early shifts at the club and I’ll watch Roland in my office. The place doesn’t close until three, so I can watch him until you finish your other shift. There’s a TV and I’m always in there crunching numbers.”

Even as she’s shaking her head, Regina doesn’t know whether this is a very good idea or a very bad one. She looks up and meets Robin’s eyes, a small smile on her face. “We can figure it out.”

But he’s not giving her the same sort of response. Instead of seeming excited, he’s frowning. “While I’m honored, I don’t need your type of charity,” he growls.

“My type of charity?”

“Yes,” he says strongly. “Adopting a poor fellow and his son so you can waltz us around and tell all your rich friends you’re a saint. I’m not subjecting myself to that, let alone him.”

Regina’s jaw nearly hits the floor. “I’m trying to help,” she says simply. Digging through her purse, she manages to pull out an old business card with Verdant’s address on it. She hands it to Robin as quickly as she can. “Look, I’ll talk to my sister tonight. The position is yours if you show up tomorrow at 1:30.”

She doesn’t allow him time to answer, turning around and marching out the front door before he’s fully taken hold of the card.

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He doesn’t show up the next afternoon. Or the one after that. Regina doesn’t see him for a week. At first she assumes he’s sick or his son’s sick, but then she sees him on the way to work looking perfectly healthy. His arm is curled across his waist like he’s trying to keep himself warm as he’s drinking from a Styrofoam cup.

She can’t help herself: Regina storms up to him, her heels clacking against the sidewalk. She all but shoves him against the closest building wall, causing him to wince and the drink in his cup to slosh over his hand.

“Look, I’m not doing this for you out of charity, I’m doing it because I want to,” she tells him menacingly. “Do you want your son to grow up in the Glades when an offer like this comes your way?”

“Your highness,” he growls, “that’s not at all -” but his words are cut off by another wince, this one not caused by her own gruffness. Regina watches the arm around his waist tighten with the muscles on his face.

It clicks.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, much more softly and concerned.

“Nothing,” he grounds out. “Nothing’s wrong. Excuse me, I need to go get Roland.”

Robin tries to push her away, but Regina drags him over to a nearby alley and throws his against the wall. Again. This time, he loses his grip on his cup completely, the liquid escaping from its confines and spilling on the concrete.

“You’re going to tell me what’s wrong right now or I’ll call the police.”

“What are they going to do?”

“I don’t know or care,” she say. “What’s wrong?”

Slowly and with much hesitance, Robin lifts up the side of his shirt. Regina would have unabashedly ogled the toned abs he had if it weren’t for the gash up his side. It looks like something sharp – a knife or a scalpel or, hell, even an arrow tip – came from behind and headed into the ground after slicing into him.

“I got into a fight the other night,” Robin tells her. When she looks up at his face, he grimaces. “You should see the other guy.”

“Christ, Robin, what in the world were you thinking?” It’s a rhetorical question because honestly, she doesn’t want to know. Jumping into action, she asks, “Where’s Roland?”

“He’s with a neighbor.”

Regina nods and takes his hand. “You’re coming back with me.”

“What?”

“I’m going to treat this so it doesn’t get infected.”

“No, that’s fine, I really need to get -”

“You’re coming with me.” And that’s the final word on the matter. She sends a quick text to Lena, telling her something’s come up, but she’ll be at the club soon, and drags Robin back to the Mills family home. She’s always the last one to leave, so the house is empty when she walks through the front door, up the grand staircase, and into her private bathroom.

“Sit.” She directs him to sit on the closed toilet lid. “And take your shirt off.”

“Ms. Mills, I really don’t need any help.”

Despite that, he follows her directions with no arguments, but the expression on his face tells her Robin’s got at least 10 different problems with the current situation.

“It isn’t a crime to ask for help, Mr. Locksley,” she scolds him. “Especially when you have no idea what germs and infections you’ve been exposed to in the Glades with a cut like that.”

She’s got peroxide and Neosporin and band aids, but this large of a wound probably needs stitches. Really, she should take him to the hospital, but if he isn’t receptive to coming into her home, she doubts he’ll be any more so to the idea of going to the hospital.

“You know this is going to hurt a lot, right?” Regina asks.

He nods, his face already scrunched up in discomfort. “Just get it over with.”

“You’ll be fine,” she says quietly and comfortingly. She begins dabbing the peroxide on his wound at the same time she presses her lips to his.

It’s nothing like she thought it would be. She expected Robin to have chapped lips, hard and scabbed like his exterior. But they’re soft and he meets her move for move. Regina soon finds herself forgetting to clean the wound and getting lost in him.

When she pulls away, Regina turns away from him and wets another ball of toilet paper with peroxide.

“What was that for?” Robin asks.

She shrugs, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically bashful. “I thought it might distract you from the pain.”

“I should say,” he says on a laugh. “Took my breath away.”

Regina chuckles. She bends down to address his wound again when Robin initiates the kiss this time, curling down toward her and taking her face in his hands.

“You’ll start the bleeding again,” she whispers against his lips.

“Sod it,” he mumbles. His hands come up to frame her face. “If it means you keep trying to distract me like this, then so be it.”

The job should take maybe fifteen minutes. By the time she’s managed to patch Robin up the best she can – a mish-mash of band aids and medical tape coating his side – she’s two hours late for work.

She couldn’t care less.

Leading him – fully clothed – back downstairs, Regina hands him a small slip of paper with her number on it. “If anything hurts, or Roland’s being too rowdy, text me and I’ll try and help out,” she tells him, gently pushing him out the front door.

“Thank you, Ms. Mills.”

“Regina,” she corrects him with a shy grin. “Please, you were half-naked in my bathroom. We’ve reached that point.”

“Of course,” he agrees, a similar expression on his face. “Thank you, Regina.”

“Be careful, Robin.”

“I’ll do my best.” He leaves with a wink.

Regina leans up against the door frame as she watches him walk down the driveway. She doesn’t know exactly why she’s trying so hard for this guy. She reasons that she wants the best for him and his son. Put good into the world and good comes back to you.

And she thinks maybe, just maybe, she can do both with Robin at her side.

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This was so cute. 🤭❤ And I agree that Kara is a kryptonian sex God.

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.”