Welcome home darling
Lena Luthor paced back and forth in the living room of the uptown apartment she shared with her live-in girlfriend Kara Danvers, also known as Kara Zor-El or simply as the Maid of Might, out and proud too, herself Supergirl! Calming herself down to stop her pacing, since a Luthor does not pace, she glanced at her tome full of spells, cleverly disguised as a coffee-table book, while she debated if a tracking spell might be in order or not. It wasn’t so much that she was worried, but Kara was never late in getting home, her girlfriend usually called her if something came up, and darn it all to heck when had she become so… domesticated!
Of course, she trusted Kara to take care of herself, but the last thing she’d heard was Kara’s perky voice telling her she just needed to take care of one Supergirl thing, and then she’d be home and that had been more than three hours ago. Three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and roughly thirty seconds ago, not that she was keeping track, and all of a sudden Lois’ warning given to her during Thanksgiving in Smallville that being the partner of a Super could be rough at times rang absolutely true.
Looking around their shared apartment she tried to distract herself by rearranging pictures on the mantle above the faux fireplace, pictures of happy moments, taken during a flurry of romance following Alex and Olsen’s wedding. A wedding where the last dance of the night had turned into a walk home, a walk home had turned into drinks, and what had, by all accounts, been heading towards a steamy night had turned into Kara insisting they do this right and thus they should date first which had then transition into the mother of all cold showers. But Kara had been right, as the blonde hero often was even though Lena herself would never admit it, then quickly dates turned into sleepovers, sleepovers started to stretch from days into weeks, and finally, a battle where she and Supergirl had teamed up with their magic and might leveled her old apartment which had led to them living together. Overall, not a bad six months, not bad at all.
A thud on the balconies snapped her out of her musings and then the creaking of the balcony’s door announced the arrival of her girlfriend, and the first thing she noticed was the smell of ashes, soot, and ammonia before she turned to behold a disheveled and grimy looking Supergirl. Suppressing a chuckle because her girlfriend looked like a mess and utterly miserable to boot, with her short blonde hair matted down with soot and dirt, while her super-suit was more grey than blue, and she was grumbling something about chemical fires being the worst and then she said, into an earpiece; “I’m home Alex and hanging up on you now, but you do owe me for this one!” before looking up at her and giving her a sheepish look because she had her arms crossed over her chest and was giving her blonde girlfriend the-you-had-me-worried look, but then her face softened.
“Rough day darling?” she asked as she approached the smelly and messy, but still profoundly cute blonde hero with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“A bit,” Kara admitted and then blew a dirty lock of blonde hair away from her face, though it wasn’t a long lock since these days the blonde’s hair was much shorter and usually spiked up. Still, it would seem that chemical fires and extra strength hair-gel don’t mix, and Lena would know with her doctorate in chemistry and whatnot.
“I would suggest take-out to cheer you up, but you look like you need a shower or two first,” she declared and standing face to face, well more like face to chin, with Kara she reached up and picked a piece of debris from the hero’s hair.
“Oh yes please, I so need one of those, and sorry about the dirt,” her blonde girlfriend groaned, then apologized and gently put a strong and very dirty hand over hers and the hero’s skin was actually still warm to the touch from the blaze she’d recently battled.
Clearly, Kara had rushed home once disaster had been averted and that made her heart skip a beat. This woman was fricking amazing and darn it if she didn’t fall in love with her a bit more each day.
“I’m just glad that you’re safe and I love you despite you being a great big goof,” she declared with a smile at the woman’s endless politeness before the look in those blue eyes gazing down at her made her cheeks flush.
“And I love you too, but before I kiss you, I really should shower,” Kara replied, shifting from goofy to noble hero on a dime and thankfully she knew just how to combine those activities.
“Well, come on then,” she laughed happily and pulled a confused-looking but soon-to-be grinning superhero into their bathroom.
“Ohhhh… what did I do to deserve this treatment?” her superhero girlfriend joked as she pushed the statuesque blonde beefcake up against the wall and held up a finger to her lips to make her stay still while she slowly stripped.
“What didn’t you do should be the question darling,” she teased while she unbuttoned her emerald silk blouse with one hand and then let it fall from her shoulders which caused sparkling blue eyes to grow wide and she loved that Kara was always excited to see her undress, like an eager puppy one could say.
“Have I told you that I love this bra on you,” the awe-struck blonde hero murmured and licked her dry lips while at the same time brilliant blue eyes darted to her cleavage.
“It lifts and enhances,” she replied in a deadpan voice which made Kara giggle when she tapped the blonde’s nose before she then unbuttoned her tight black jeans and finally turned around to slide them down her legs giving the deserving hero a look at the matching panties to said enhancing bra.
“I thought we were going to shower,” Kara fired back with an arched eyebrow once she had collected her wits about her in reply to which she wiggled her bottom before turning around and touching her fingertips to the deactivating button on Kara’s super-suit.
“We are darling… I just didn’t want to get my clothes dirty,” she teased right back and with the blue metallic fabric of the Supergirl suit shimmering away before leaving Kara standing before her in her jeans and t-shirt with glasses on her scrunched-up nose, she took the chance to run her hands over muscles highlighted by the tight t-shirt.
“Always the smart one,” Kara laughed while she merely shook her head and set about undressing the hero, massaging firm muscles and Tesla’s Coils she’d gotten lucky that day Kara stammered her clueless way into her life.
Before she could half-undress the hero or herself fully, for that matter, a burst of super-speed nearly knocked the air out of her lungs since, clearly, her hero didn’t want to wait a nanosecond longer. So, she found herself kissed senseless in the shower and that left only on course of action, reaching behind herself she turned the faucets blindly, and a loud squeal from the Girl of Steel at being drenched while half-dressed was quickly silenced by another kiss.
“Welcome home darling,” she added in between kisses and then it was her own turn to squeal as with flexing muscles Kara lifted her up with ease as she wrapped her arms and legs around her sometimes annoyingly but totally hot blonde girlfriend
Never the end
