Louise

a faint blush spread from Kara’s ears to her neck. Holy fuck. You knew exactly what you were doing to her.

your performance was amazing, you had a strong and powerful voice, and a stage presence that allowed you to get everyone at the bar to dance, even Kara. Though Kara only swayed at her seat, still nursing a glass of alcohol.

you saw, of course you did, and shot her a look. Kara didn’t notice, she had decided to take another sip of her drink.

at the end of your performance, after you had left the stage, Kara didn’t think she’d see you again. But when you slid onto the seat next to her and ordered yourself a drink, she was surprised.

she swallowed her inappropriate thoughts when she saw you. You were dressed in the same outfit you had come in with, pieces of glitter still stuck on your skin, and your hair a little disheveled. You still looked really good.

“is your drink good?” You asked, not making eye contact and instead studying your nails. Two of them were short on just one hand. Huh.

“As good as alcohol ever is,” Kara answered and took another sip.

“I guess it’s good enough to make you not dance when a really hot girl is performing.”

Kara’s eyebrows scrunched together and she barked out a laugh. “Oh my god are you jealous of my drink?”

you rolled your eyes. “No.”

a lie. A total lie.

“I just think you’re cute.”

Kara froze. You thought she was cute? As she stayed silent, you continued to speak.

“and I was gonna ask if you wanted to go somewhere after my performance but you’re drunk and—”

Kara cut you off. There was no way she was gonna miss the chance of spending the night with a beautiful woman. “Oh I’m not drunk.”

your eyebrows shot up. You were surprised of course. You eyed the alcohol in her hands. “How? That drink is pretty strong.”

“I’m not a lightweight,” Kara said simply. She did not want explain her Kryptonian heritage to you.

you raised an eyebrow, a silent look of curiosity, and smiled. “Okay, so I’ll pay your tab and we’ll get out of here.”

“I can pay for my own drink.”

“sure, but I’m already here so…” you handed the bartender your card and turned back to Kara. “So do you want to go get ice cream?”

Kara laughed. “You’re seriously asking me out on an ice cream date?!”

you shrugged, clearly not joking with your suggestion. “They’re the best first date. We get ice cream, I learn a little about you, and we just see where the night takes us.”

“I thought you’d just wanna get a hotel room,” Kara admitted.

“I mean, if you want to do that we can.”

“no, ice cream sounds fun,” Kara admitted.

you smiled wide, your eyes sparkling in the bars dusty lighting. “Great! I heard about this really good place that’s not too far from here, we can walk there.”

Kara smiled and bit back a laugh as she followed you out of the bar. Once you two made it to the ice cream shop and ordered, you two sat at a table outside.

the air was humid, making Kara’s hair frizz, the stars were barely visible because of all the light pollution, but it was the perfect first date. Was it even a first date though? Kara just expected to go to a hotel and spend the night, but here she was, eating ice cream with a minor celebrity who thought she was cute.

Kara was licking her ice cream cone when you set your cup down and leaned over the small table. Your breath grazed her cheek as you murmured, “you got a little ice cream on the side of your mouth.”

Kara stopped breathing as you leaned in more. Your fingers were still on the table instead of reaching out to clean it off. Rather than using a napkin, your lips pressed softly against the corner of her mouth.

Kara’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your glossy, slightly sticky, lips barely on hers. You didn’t pull back, instead one of your hands grabbed the side of her face, pulling her into an actual kiss.

it was slow and testing, like you were sampling her and making sure she actually wanted to do this.

when a small sound came out of her, you took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. It grew hungry, but it still wants rushed.

Kara dropped her ice cream cone on the sidewalk to free her hands, which were now tangled in your hair. When you pulled away for air, you could see Kara was flushed and breathless.

“hotel time?” You inquired.

She nodded. “Yeah, hotel time.”

the uber ride to your hotel was silent and the tension could be cut with a knife. You were dying to get your hands all over Kara’s body. the minute you two were out of the uber and had checked in, your lips were back on Kara. You kissed any patch of exposed skin. Her neck, face, lips, the bit of chest she had exposed, no where was safe from your lips.

you had kissed her so much that you lip gloss was no longer clinging to your lips.

and your hands, they were all over her. They glided down her back, her waist, her ass, her chest, basically anywhere you could reach.

Kara laughed when you both toppled onto the plush hotel bed. You giggled with her and took a moment to look at her.

she was gorgeous. Blonde hair in wild waves, striking blue eyes lined in black, and soft lips covered in your lip gloss.

“your so pretty,” you whispered, tucking a wave behind her ear. Kara blushed even more than she had before.

“Let’s get this off of you,” you turned as your hands gripped onto the hem of her shirt. You looked up at her, silently asking for permission. She nodded and helped you pull her shirt over her head.

she wasn’t wearing anything special underneath, just a black bra with thick straps.

you placed a delicate kiss on her sternum. “So, so pretty.”

Kara could only think of one word to say. “Fuck.”

you gaze shifted down to the leather belt she was wearing and your fingers traced the patterns on the buckle. “This is cute, where’d you get it?”

Kara blinked, confused on why you were asking questions when she was practically half naked in front of you. “I— uh— I thrifted it.”

you hummed and placed a kiss on her stomach. “It’s cute.”

Just as you were about to unbuckle the belt, your phone rang.

“ugh!” You groaned as you pulled it out of your pocket. You rolled your eyes when you saw who it was.

“hey John! I’m kinda busy at the moment but you can call me back tomorrow—”

Kara heard a man’s voice through the phone. You stuck out your tongue and silently gagged.

“oh no— kshhh— you’re— kshhh— brea— up!” You imitated a sound and hung up then immediately turned back to her.

“sorry, that was my manager, he just wanted to know when I’d be finished writing my next song,” you explained. “But, he’s not nearly as cute as you so he doesn’t deserve any of my attention. Now where were we?” You asked as you slipped your own shirt off, revealing your unlined bra and even more tattoos.

Kara knew she was in for a long night.

a/n: this is so rushed but I love women so here you go. Anyways i was supposed to finish this in June and it’s almost August…