#itistakingover

You know I can't resist prompts like this!

“I kissed you.” “I know, I…was there.”

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Lena can’t stop replaying the moment in her mind, the strong press of Kara’s muscles as they’d hugged goodbye, the too soft smile Kara had given when she’d pulled away, the quiet, “text me when you get home safe,” like they don’t spend every night before they fall asleep talking anyway.

Which, up until then, had been a completely normal night between best friends. But then Lena had done something entirely stupid, completely without thought, she’d leant forward and kissed Kara, right on the lips.

Lips that she hasn’t been about to stop thinking about since.

The kiss was quick, Lena pulling away as soon as she’d realised what she was doing.

She hadn’t given herself time to assess Kara’s reaction, had just left with a quick, “goodnight, Kara.”

She’d texted Kara when she’d gotten home. A simple message, home safe, sleep well xx.

She didn’t mention the kiss.

And now Kara’s going to be here for lunch soon and Lena doesn’t know what to do. She knows they need to talk about it, knows she needs to apologise for overstepping, and wants to do it in person. Part of her wants to cancel, to hide, to hope time will make her best friend forget, but that’s not fair to either of them.

Lena’s heart is pounding in her chest when Kara steps into her office.

She’s ready for awkwardness. Ready for a conversation about how Kara doesn’t feel the same. Ready for something.

But nothing happens, Kara steps into the office, grin on her face as she holds up Big Belly Burger and Lena finds herself relaxing, just a little, under Kara’s bright smile.

Lunch is completely normal. Normal conversation, normal Kara inhaling more food than should be possible, normal sitting too close on Lena’s couch as they chat.

When it’s time for Kara to leave, and neither of them have said anything, Lena knows she has to.

“I kissed you.”

She hadn’t meant to start like that.

Kara freezes. “I know, I…was there.”

Lena swallows. “Shouldn’t we talk about it?”

Kara nods. “We should. Your heart has been racing this all lunch, I wanted to wait until you were more comfortable to bring it up.”

Lena’s cheeks heat. “Oh.”

Kara reaches out, places her hand over Lena’s. “We can talk now if you want, or we can wait, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“You’re talking about my comfort when I should apologise. I didn’t mean to kiss you like that, without your consent. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Kara shakes her head. “Was I surprised? Yes. Uncomfortable? Definitely not. I was a little sad when you left immediately, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you kissed me.”

This is the exact opposite for how Lena thought this conversation might go. She never once thought that Kara might have been okay with the kiss.

“And,” Kara’s thumb soothes over the back of her hand. “If you’re not opposed to it, I’d very much like to kiss you again.”

“You want to kiss me?” Lena asks, heart beating rapidly in her chest, but for a different reason this time.

“More than anything.”

This time when Lena leans in, Kara meets her halfway. She’s expecting warm lips against hers, but it still doesn’t prepare Lena for just how good, how right, it feels to kiss Kara.

Fingers tangle in Lena’s hair and then Kara is tugging her closer and Lena’s mind can focus on nothing but the feel of Kara against her.

(Lena finds out later, after Jess interrupts them to tell Lena she has a meeting, that Kara would never have had the courage to say anything if Lena hadn’t made the first move.

She asks Kara on a date for that very evening.

seriously though, can you imagine?

- - -

Alex rips open the door and immediately throws it shut behind her, narrowly catching Kara in the face, forcing her to dodge so it doesn’t shatter...again. Kara sighs as she pushes open the door. She doesn’t have enough energy to fight with Alex today. She’s hungry and already spent the day avoiding near disasters. Despite the bad mood Alex must understand because when Kara gets to the kitchen a yellow cup is being tossed gently in her direction. Slow enough Kara can catch it without crushing it.

“What’s this?” Kara stares at the yellow cup wrapped in a plastic film, giving it a little shake.

“Cup of noodles,” Alex offers unhelpfully. But when she turns to look at Kara who is still studying the cup with a skeptical look, she almost smiles. “It’s good. I promise.”

Kara nods and watches Alex, carefully mimicking how she pulls off the plastic wrapper.

“Pull the top off next, but not all the way. You want to be able to hold it closed,” Alex directs as she fills the kettle.

“Then you’ll fill it up with water.” Alex continues, moving away to set the kettle on the little base plugged into the wall and flicking the switch the glows orange just as she hears the tap turn on. Alex turns to catch Kara putting her cup under the running water.

“Hot! Hot water!” Alex yells in disgust, leaping to slap off the tap and startling Kara in the process.

“I’m boiling the water!” Alex points at the white plastic kettle. “You need hot water to cook the noodles.”

“Oh.” Kara replies quietly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and agitation. It makes sense, and she knows she should have thought of it but she had followed Alex’s direction. There’s not much she can do at this point. The look on Alex’s face says she’s already messed it up. Sighing, Kara does the only thing she can think to salvage the situation. Taking a deep breath she stares into the cup, until she can feel the familiar heat growing behind them. She says a quiet prayer she doesn’t blast through the flimsy cardboard and releases a small burst of energy.

When she stops the beam of heat she looks down at the cup with a growing sense of satisfaction. The water is a little frothy but definitely steaming, and the cup is still in tact.

When she looks at Alex with a bright smile, she’s met with a pained look.

“You said hot water.” 

Alex’s mouth opens a couple of times before she looks at the old kettle slowly trying to heat her water and makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a groan as she tosses her cup at Kara who smiles victoriously.

“I can’t watch this.” Alex stares at the ceiling as Kara turns on the cold tap water.

Okay yes good for SURE but ALSO, hear me out:

Katie McGrath as Sabran and Antonia Thomas as Ead:

Absolutely no one:

Me: Reading the Zoo AU on repeat like my life depends on it.....it probably does

no one:

absolutely no one:

me, huffing: FINE i suppose i will write zoo au

it's all happenin' at the zoo is now on ao3!!!

83 - “Another sleepless night, huh?”

Runnin this back to S2 where everything was new and fresh....when Lena toyed with Supergirl, and times were simple. Got a few requests for this one, so will also do a later season post-reveal version. 

The footsteps touch down gently, the wind barely a whisper as the curious hero walks across the balcony. Lena turns from her desk, sensing something behind her. Her muscles tense for a moment, before she realizes who stands outside. She walks over to the door and opens it.

"Supergirl? What a surprise," Lena greets her, arms crossing. She knows better than to think this is a friendly visit. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course," Supergirl assures her, smiling under the pale moon. "Your light is the only one on for miles. Another sleepless night, huh?"

"You've been keeping tabs?" Lena feels her chest warm at the unexpected intrusion, but not in an unpleasant way. It's surprising, but she tries to keep it from reaching her face.

"Over the city," Supergirl tries to navigate. She pauses, tilting her head in Lena's direction. "And you," she admits, shrugging. "I wanted to make sure you're okay after...everything."

The shuttle explosion and helicopter attack had been less than 24 hours ago, so it seems only natural that Supergirl would be on high alert. But for Lena, it's already water under the bridge. Just another fine day in the life of a Luthor.

Lena steps over the threshold outside into the warm night air. She closes the door behind her, and Supergirl follows her lead.

"It's par for the course, Supergirl," Lena chuckles dryly as she leans over the railing. "You'll learn that about me soon enough."

"I look forward to getting to know you," Supergirl says quietly.

Lena doesn't know why she almost believes her. Why she would even dare to trust that a Kryptonian would want to get to know her. She supposes she's just a glutton for punishment. But Supergirl's eyes are unwavering, with a sincerity that defines otherworldly, and Lena forgets to question. She sighs, looking out over the city.

"It's quieter here than I thought it'd be," Supergirl says, following her gaze and staring out over the horizon. The street lights glow a comforting yellow, and a few cars drive slowly down sleepy side streets. It isn't the nonstop chaos of Metropolis. There's an easy current here, flowing through the city like a lazy river.

"It's almost unsettling," Lena grins. "I'm used to chaos."

She's sure Supergirl knows it all -- the lies, the terrible, awful things her family has done and will continue to do. And she doesn't fault her. Luthor will always be a name that comes with a price. But if Supergirl has preconceived notions, she doesn't show it. She simply squares her shoulders and places two calming hands on the railing of the balcony. She's surprisingly gentle, the way she barely touches the steel, even though Lena knows she could bend it in half. The idea sends a current straight through her core.

As if she can read her mind, Supergirl glances over her shoulder and smiles softly.

"I want you to know I'm here," she says, her voice kind and easy, like a gentle wave.

"You're hard to miss," Lena replies, because it's easier to deflect than fall into whatever kind of pull Supergirl has.

"I mean I'm here for you," Supergirl corrects. She twists her lips like she's thinking, then reaches into a pocket that Lena can't see. She pulls out a watch. It's ancient, but familiar, and majestic in ways that Lex's is not. She hands it over. "In case you ever need me. Just press that button and I'll be there."

"We hardly know each other," Lena protests, staring at the watch, dumbfounded. "How do you know I won't use this against you?"

"You won't," Supergirl says, her smile dazzling and confident.

Lena swallows heavily. It's completely unexpected, but she can't help the way her heart pounds in her chest. She takes the watch -- and, by extension, an offer of trust. She nods quietly.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"I'll be able to tell you everything one day," Supergirl says, as if she knows the future, and knows it to be true. "But this is a good place to start. I'll see you soon, Lena."

She nods once, and then rockets into the air, strong and powerful and fast, and Lena feels the way her entire body trembles in her absence. She looks down at the watch, the gears and mechanisms intricate and sacred.

Thank you!

oh my GOD come here bro