Lesbitorium

kara can’t seem to take her eyes off of them.

it’s as if they’re coaxing her to touch them — calling out to her in a tiny voice that says come here, come closer, touch us with your gentle fingers — and kara does, kara really wants to, but alex is here and sitting next to her is kelly. sam is on the other side of lena, engaged in a lively conversation with the only couple in the room, and kara is just… staring, facing lena, one arm propped on the back of the couch, elbow bent so her fist is resting against the side of her head, and chin resting on her bicep.

it can’t be the alien alcoholic beverage that sam brought along with her nor is it the fact that she’s just recently recovered from another solar flare. it just doesn’t make sense. it wouldn’t explain the one time she caught herself looking at the back of lena’s neck during their first game night with her; not the one where she’s standing behind lena, saying things about wanting to rebuild their trust, momentarily distracted by those tiny wisps of hair before lena inevitably turned to her with a curious frown. 

none of those moments had involved alcohol or… or solar flare. 

it just… is. it’s just because of lena and her slender neck, her soft-looking skin, those tiny—

“what?”

in her distracted state, kara misses the moment when lena finally feels the weight of her stare and turns to her with a small smile, bordering confused — her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink under kara’s gaze. 

she’s so close.

kara meets her eyes and… she doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t make a single sound. merely shrugs her shoulders, eyes searching lena’s green ones, dropping briefly on her red lips, slightly parted and wet from the red wine, then back up at her green eyes. 

“what’s wrong?” lena asks again, tilting her body towards her this time, but only just enough that it doesn’t rouse other guests. it brings her even closer to kara, effectively stealing the air from her lungs.

kara shakes her head again, incapable of words now that lena’s facing her; tiny, wispy, little hairs now gone but replaced by the mesmerizing sight her eyes. she sighs longingly, stretching her arm so her hand lands near lena’s neck, fingers brushing ever so lightly on those tiny, little strands of hair. lena shudders, a natural reaction, especially in that particular area, but it affects kara in a way that makes her want to do it again and again, and again, and again—

alex, kelly, and sam be damned.

she just wants to touch her there forever, caress her slowly and lull her to sleep. she wants to see those eyelashes fluttering shut, wants to be the reason why lena is comfortable and sleepy and—

kara’s heart aches.

“darling?”

kara breathes out, slowly but steady, and before she chickens out, she moves forward and presses her lips so, so lightly against lena’s. it’s the softest kiss she’s ever had and ever given someone; the bravest kiss she’s ever pursued, uncaring of the sudden silence in her living room, of the shuffling of feet and the crumpling of paper bags to be disposed of. kara barely hears alex’s goodbye before she pulls away, pressing her forehead against lena’s with a nervous sigh.

“was that okay?” kara asks, heart beating loud and fast against her ribs as she brushes her thumb across lena’s neck, urging — begging — her to open those beautiful eyes of hers. “lena?”

lena lets out a watery laugh, finally meeting kara’s gaze with so much love in those pools of green. 

“more than okay, my love.” 

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lena luthor, supergirl’s best friend and love interest

They’re girlfriends your honor

“You smell good,” Kara says, words muffled against Lena’s back.

Lena laughs, feels all the tension leave her body after her long day. She twists in Kara’s embrace, feels muscle mold around her, Kara easily moving with her touch until they’re facing each other, Lena still safe in Kara’s arms.

“Hey,” Lena says, tucking a strand of loose hair behind Kara’s ear, lets her hand linger as it curves down Kara’s ear, slides across her jaw.

“Hi,” Kara smiles, eyes bright and close and Lena falls a little bit more in love.

Two weeks ago, if you’d said she’d be standing in her kitchen in Kara’s arms, with Kara definitely about to kiss her by the way Kara’s eyes have dropped to her mouth, Lena would have thought you were insane. But here she is, fingers dancing over Kara’s bicep, Kara leaning ever closer, feeling more at home than she ever has before.

She’s still not sure where she got the courage to ask Kara out from, but it’s the best decision she’s ever made.

Soft lips press against hers, so gentle, and then it’s over just as quick, Kara’s nose brushes hers as she pulls away.

“You taste good,” Lena smiles, not being able to resist ducking in for another quick kiss.

Kara laughs. “It’s the new lip balm, it’s-“

Lena cuts her off, finger against Kara’s mouth. “No, wait, let me guess.” Lena tilts forward again, tastes something fruity mixed with something that’s distinctly Kara that is definitely better than the strawberry flavour she can taste.

Lena lets this kiss linger a bit longer before she pulls away, a thoughtful look on her face. “Is it watermelon?”

Kara looks slightly dazed but she’s still smiling. “No.”

Lena gives Kara another quick peck on the lips. “Blueberry?”

“No,” Kara laughs, which is cut off by yet another kiss from Lena.

“Cherry?” Lena asks, already eyeing up Kara’s lips again that barely even taste like strawberry anymore, not that Lena cares about that.

It’s obvious to them both that Lena is just using this as an excuse for kisses.

Kara rolls her eyes. “No.”

“Is it-“

“Lena,” Kara cuts her off with another laugh before Lena can get the question out. “I know what you’re doing, I know you know the flavour, you bought me the lip balm, remember?”

“Hmmm…” Lena hums. “Nope, I don’t recall that.” Lena holds her confused face for as long as she can, which isn’t long when Kara is smiling at her. “It might be strawberry?” Lena asks.

Kara grins. “You’re going to have to kiss me again to find out.”