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Being the sarcastic smart ass Sara was instead of returning with a sappy reply she looked at the girl and laughed softly. “So does that mean we can be an official couple now? Because I was having issues thinking of a way to ask you to be my girlfriend.” She replied putting her hands on Brittanys shoulders as she looked at her.

She laughs, partially out of relief and partially out of amusement. Her humor was one of the many reasons she fell in love with Sara. “I would love to be an official couple. I was too, the words just kind of came out of my mouth.” She jokes, looking into Sara’s eyes. “I love you.” Brittany repeated simply.

“Oh come on, supes. You know you can’t stay mad at me.” Brittany teases before reaching down to pick up the scattered papers. “Did you need something or did you just my smiling face?” She asks, leaning against his desk.

A dark brow arched in Brittany’s direction, a slow head shake accompanying it. “Supes? You’re hilarious.” He retorted sarcastically with a small laugh. The biggest grin taking his face as he glanced over his work “I need your help, somethings going on down at the old abandoned factory but I can’t get anywhere close to it.”

She carefully placed his work back on his desk, offering Clark an apologetic smile. “Sorry, again. Hopefully that nickname makes up for messing your work up.” Brittany gave a small nod, looking out the window to check out the factory. “Say no more. I’ll be in and out before you can get your papers back in order.”

“Sounds perfect. Your place or mine?”

“Well my place may or may not have some of adoptive grandmother’s special eggnog, if you’re up for that. I know it won’t do anything to either of us, but we can pretend right?”

“I do love eggnog. I’m in.”

“You’ll love her eggnog. It’s one of my favorite parts of the holiday season.” She admitted with a smile. “Yay! I’m excited! Thank you for making the holidays even better, Kara.”

“I don’t have any ice cream but I thought some fast food might do you some good.” B.B says, pulling the bag from big belly burger from out of her messenger bag.

Brittany smiled at B.B. “Sorry for snapping. Everyone just keeps telling me it’s not my fault, and it just makes me feel even worse.” She carefully takes the bag from her. “You’re  welcome to stay if you want. I’d like the company. And thank you. Fast food always does me some good.”

She rubbed her arm, considering the offer. She played hero everyday–well, most days–yet no one really knew. She shrugged. “Sure. East side, here I come.”

“Perfect. Report back in about 20 minutes?” She asked.

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“Oh come on, supes. You know you can’t stay mad at me.” Brittany teases before reaching down to pick up the scattered papers. “Did you need something or did you just my smiling face?” She asks, leaning against his desk.

“Sounds perfect. Your place or mine?”

“Well my place may or may not have some of adoptive grandmother’s special eggnog, if you’re up for that. I know it won’t do anything to either of us, but we can pretend right?”

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