There's a knock on her door. She glances at the clock and sees it's 10 past 9:00 which means her assistant is checking in with her now, knowing she's already settled in and ready to begin yet another work day. She takes another sip, watching as the door opens and a blonde with the softest bluest eyes she's ever seen peeks inside.

"Come in." Lena waves her assistant over a bit too enthusiastically and she's thankful the other woman doesn't seem to notice.

"Ms. Luthor," she steps inside, arms crossed before her as she clutches the reports that Lena needs to look over. "I have the Redmond files you requested." she settles them gently on her boss's desk, smiling brightly as she does so. "Also, you'll be glad to know that the project you're overseeing is trending and is currently the most retweeted subject." she brings her phone up for Lena to inspect and it's impossible to miss the #lenaluthorisagenius on the top of the page.

"Thank you, Kara." she smiles, glad that her current assistant seems to be settling in quickly.

"You're welcome, Ms. Luthor." she's blushing.

"Kara, how many times do I have to remind you," Lena shakes her head in gentle admonition. "Call me Lena." even Jess calls her by her first name so she doesn't see a problem with extending the same courtesy to her current assistant.

It's definitely not because she wonders how her name would roll off the blonde's tongue. To imagine such a thing would be unprofessional and the youngest Luthor has a reputation to maintain. She can't spend her time fraternizing with her adorable assistant and besides she refuses to take part in such a cliché office romance.

Still, Kara isn't making things easy though.

"I guess a couple more." Kara's fidgeting with the edges of her glasses and Lena can't help but appreciate the way the blonde is so transparent.

"You know what," and Lena knows she shouldn't because the last thing she needs is to engage in romantic entanglements but Kara's eyes are so blue and her smile is so warm that she can't help herself. Besides, she doesn't want to be stuck behind her desk looking over paperwork. She wants motivation, craves to be entertained, and knows the blonde is more than equipped to provide her with the drive and distraction she needs to push through the day. Kara's certainly been doing a fine job of it without even having much interaction with the raven haired Luthor. "I think you should sit down," she gestures toward the empty chair across from where she's sitting. Also, conversing with the blonde could expose her shortcomings for Lena. Perhaps the woman has some quirks that will annoy Lena. "So we can get to know each other a little better." she reminds herself that Kara has flaws, so she wants to find them now, to stop this madness before it fully sprouts.

"Um…" the blonde looks at the chair, then at the door, then back at Lena.

"Unless you don't want to?" Lena can't help but feel a little disappointed but then again, she supposes Kara might have more pressing matters to attend to seeing as she is the E.A. to newest C.O.O. of Luthor Corp.

"No, I do!" Kara remarks hastily, eyes wide and frantic, lips contorting with worry that she might have offended the raven haired woman. "I mean," she gathers a semblance of calm but her eyes are windows to her emotions and Lena can definitely see she's a ball of nervous tension. "I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you by taking an extra break." Lena can't help but think she's absolutely charming.

"I insist." she nods toward the chair and Kara needs no further invitation.

"Sorry, I just didn't have a lot of talks with Ms. Grant," her previous employer had been the head of CatCo media. "I mean she advised me but I don't think she ever really talked to me." her brows furrow as she tries to recall a specific instance when the respected media mogul wanted to know something about her.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not Cat Grant." she teases, hoping to ease the blonde's anxiety.

"It is." Kara assures quickly, a blush adorning her cheeks, and Lena swears those blues linger a little too long at her lips. "I'm sorry, it's just when I'm nervous I tend to ramble on." perhaps the interest isn't entirely one-sided.

"I make you nervous?" she leans forward, closer to the blushing blonde.

"Of course but not because you're my boss, I mean I think it's a little like that but then there's also because you're so smart and talented and not to mention beautiful." her hand flies up to her mouth then and Lena doesn't bother hiding her pleased grin. "Please don't send me to human resources or fire me." she actually squeaks and it takes all of Lena's strength not to reach over the desk and comfort the panicky blonde.

"Relax, your safe." it'd be hypocritical seeing as she too has admired the blonde's features. "But you know, just because I'm smart and talented and beautiful doesn't mean I'm not just like everyone else." she reminds.

"I don't think you are." Kara states and there's a fire behind those lenses.

"Why is that?" her brow arches upward as she begins to lean closer to the blonde, curious about how the blonde could come to such a conclusion because she's certain Kara doesn't think it's because she's a Luthor.

"You're kind." Kara finds herself saying without the regular shaky preamble. "Not a lot of people in your position take a 10% pay cut just so you won't have to fire that section of R&D that's developing that salinity conversion program." and Lena can't help but be a little stunned. It isn't widely known because Lena hadn't wanted the press to get wind of it but apparently the blonde has been paying close attention. "Sorry, that was too frank wasn't it?" the blonde fidgets in her seat.

"I could use a little more candidness in my life, really." she hasn't spent a lot of time with Kara but she doesn't doubt the sincerity in the blonde's actions. "Don't ever be sorry for being honest, Kara." Lena assures encouragingly.

"Honesty is very important." she proclaims steadfastly. "After all, no legacy is so rich as honesty."

"All's Well That Ends Well." Lena states knowingly. She looks at the blonde, observing the woman who clearly isn't just a pretty face. "I don't know many people that can weave Shakespeare in a conversation so effortlessly." she commends the apparently very knowledgeable blonde. "You're a fan?"

"I wouldn't say I'm a fan." Kara chuckles then. "I appreciated his concepts but found his prose to be quite tedious at times." she smiles, a secretive smile, like she knows something Lena's isn't privy to. "Then again, I might be biased seeing as I had to read some of his works repeatedly." Lena looks over at her curiously and Kara is more than happy to answer her unvoiced query. "I'm an English major."

"English?" Lena absorbs the information. "Does that mean you wish to be a writer?" she gives it further thought. "Or perhaps a teacher?"

"I guess a little bit of both?" she remarks undecidedly. "I'm kind of a writer now." Kara informs. "I mean, nothing major of course. Just a few pieces I published, some for CatCo when they needed space filled." and Lena knows she isn't merely being humble for the sake of politeness. "And other things but I can't say I've really decided what I want to…" she trails off and before the raven haired genius can ask her to elaborate the door bursts open.

Lena prepares to lash out at the intruder, annoyed by their rude interruption, but she sees the interloper forces herself to calm down.

Kara turns to see none other than Lionel Luthor barging into his daughter's office. The blonde meets his steely gaze. She can't help but feel intimidated, fully aware at how his eyes are scanning her, all to aware that her very being is under the notorious businessman's scrutiny.

She turns toward Lena who's seated in her chair, seemingly relaxed, the softness in those emerald depths replaced with a wary look as she eyes her father.

Kara can feel the tension mounting in the room and she's fairly certain she can taste acid in the air between father and daughter. She keeps on looking at Lena, observing how she changed from being so open and warm to being cold and seemingly callous, like one would expect from a Luthor.

"That will be all, Ms. Danvers." Kara nods in understanding.

She knows Lionel would most likely admonish his daughter for being on a first name basis with her assistant. She gives her a tight nod before giving one jittery smile toward Lionel Luthor as she passes him by.

"Quite a beautiful secretary you have there, Lena." Lionel comments, carefully observing his daughter's reaction.

"She's a temp while Jess is on maternity leave." she feigns disinterest and hopes that her features haven't betrayed her, that Lionel will think nothing else about Kara after this moment. "So, what brings you down below the executive officer's floor?" she's thankful he hadn't stepped in a minute earlier, knowing he'd most likely counter Kara's quote with something Machiavellian.

He'd probably mock the blonde, think lowly of her for having no clear aspirations in life.

Of course Lena thinks far from that, admiring how the blonde seems to be content in just figuring herself out before deciding on her future. She decides so put all thoughts of her leggy assistant on the side for now. She can dwell on Kara after she deals with her father.

She'll need a distraction when Lionel Luthor finishes with his criticisms.

XXXX

She looks down into the commemorative wall across the Luthor Corp building, watching as workers are scrambling about as they prepare to paint over the graffiti covering the once blank space.

It's an improvement, she thinks, not only because it certainly beats staring down into the blank and empty wall but because the artist is incredibly talented as well. This is their third painting over Luthor property and Lena almost wants to order them to halt because it seems like such a waste, painting over such works.

She grabs her phone and goes over to her Instagram page, clicking over her direct message icon.

It isn't hard to filter through the messages because there's only one she's bothering to actually to reply to. She clicks on the little camera icon, zooms down below, before taking a picture of the people busily painting over the mural and hitting the send button. After succeeding she clicks on her the user's name, _Z-Girl_, to look upon the stranger's profile page.

She scrolls down, looking at the artist work. It's filled with beautiful artworks varying from café sketches, highly detailed paintings, or some lose pencil drawings that are sometimes accompanied by quotes that fit the subject matter.

Most of the time, the art works are just beautiful pieces that convey a direct message.

Each work stirs something within Lena. She can see the purpose in each line. The emotional state of the artist is clear in her works, with the way she uses colors, vibrant or saturated depending on her mood. Lately though, it's been very bright and warm, but the earlier works just seemed like there had been a struggle, like the artist was trying to find a path but was so lost.

She focuses on the artist's most current works, mainly the murals that they had tagged on Luthor property.

The first work that graced the previously unblemished Luthor walls is an ever forest and it was only later on that day that she realized why the shade of green seemed familiar. It was only after she looked at the mirror in her private bathroom did she notice that same hue staring back at her. The artist entitled it "Lost".

The second work came just two weeks after. Lena had just announced Luthor plans to launch a series of satellites out into the edges of the galaxy, with the ability to travel near the speed of light. The hope of course, was to be able to travel further than the Milky Way and be able to relay information seamlessly without too much delay or interference. Her proposed efforts were rewarded by the artist with a portrait of a raven, its wings spread out, looking gloriously magnificent as it was soaring the night sky against the pale moonlight. That one had been entitled "Liberated".

The most current one had been entitled "Legacy" and it's a painting of a dark galaxy, stars twinkling in the distance, while the different shades of green swirling around.

Lena can't help but feel like these murals, these masterpieces, are somehow meant for her eyes only and while the artist hasn't outright said so, their direct messages do little to deter her belief. If anything, the artist just seems tor provide her evidence to build a strong case for her inklings.

The phone shakes in her hand, causing her to break from her reverie. It seems the mysterious artist has sent her reply.

A teary eyed emoji graces her screen.

'I'm sorry,' Lena replies. 'If it were up to me, I would leave them for all the world to see.' and she's absolutely honest. 'But you know, as much as I love seeing your masterpieces out my window, they'll probably increase security soon if you don't stop.' since the subject matter hadn't been derogatory, security had only agreed to frequent their patrols and extend their patrol time.

But since they seem to be spending more money buying buckets of paint, security may be forced to hire more people.

'How else am I supposed to brighten your day?'

'I'm sure you'll find a way.' Lena is pretty confident that this crafty artisan won't disappoint because they have the means to continue somehow.

'Challenge accepted.'

Already Lena feels a little lighter and if she's to be completely honest, excited because somehow she knows this Zgirl won't let her down.

There's a knock on her door so Lena puts her phone aside and readies herself for whoever may be behind. She doesn't have any meetings today but there might be another urgent matter that the R&D people need her to attend to. She sighs in relief when she sees it's Kara with a bag from one of her favorite eateries in the city.

She glances at the clock, seeing that it's half past her lunch hour. Time had gone by and she would have missed again it if not for Kara.

"Ummm." the blonde looks completely uncertain but determined. She puts the bag of food in the coffee table by the couch and begins to prepare it, all too aware that Lena's carefully watching as she does so. "Enjoy your meal." she murmurs hurriedly as she all but runs to the door.

"I didn't ask for lunch." Lena calls before the blonde can reach the handle.

"I know." she's being presumptuous again, she knows, but her boss hasn't been eating properly since the recent mishap concerning the galaxy program occurred. "And I'm sorry for saying this, but I really think you should." she turns then, eyes sparkling with concern.

Lena smiles, her first smile since she heard that they still haven't been able to fix the prototype for the probe.

"Perhaps company would motivate me more?" the Luthor heiress finds herself saying as she rises from her seat and heads over to the couch. "If I could take advantage of your kindness further, that is?" she gestures for Kara to join her. "I don't think I'd have the appetite to eat if I were alone." she knows she's being manipulative but she figures she'd take the opening Kara's very willingly giving.

"If it will get you to eat properly." Kara says with that megawatt smile.

She reaches for one of the plates only to find Kara's hand on hers. The blonde retracts her hand, blushing madly as she shakes her head, signaling that she'll be the one to prepare her food. Lena watches as considerate Kara begins to plate her meal, smiling as she sees the other woman place extra melon balls, knowing that it's the Luthor heiress's favorite.

Perhaps because the scene makes her feel too at ease, with the blonde being so kind and considerate, as they sit and share a meal that Kara thoughtfully procured out of her concern for Lena's wellbeing, that prompts Lena to speak so honestly.

"You know Kara, you and the paintings outside are beginning to be the only reasons why I look forward to going to work." she states as she takes the offered plate. The blonde freezes and Lena thinks she's overstepped her boundaries and curses herself for letting her guard down. But then Kara's blues are shining her way and she can practically feel her assistant's embarrassment. "I'm sorry, your candid nature's merely infectious." she offers her a reassuring smile, wanting the blonde to know her feelings aren't hurt too badly.

"I'm glad." Kara says then. "That you feel like you can be honest with me." she ducks her head. "And if I could just…" she breathes. "You're the only reason why I keep coming here."

"To this dreary cold place you mean?" Lena teases knowingly.

"Well," Kara looks around her very modern office. "Maybe it won't be so dreary if you redecorate a little." she suggests kindly. "Make the space your own."

"I suppose I could do with a dash of color." her eyes trail over the white interior, the matching couch, and the whole clean pastiness vibe that the room is giving off. "Maybe I can just print one of the mural's from downstairs." she's seriously considering it now, perhaps she'll ask the artist's permission later.

"You really like the paintings?" Kara questions.

"Yes. There's just something about them," she tries to formulate her next words, searching for a way to her express her sentiments but it isn't easy. The Luthor household doesn't encourage expressions of feelings. "They're beautiful and they just speak to me, each line is filled with purpose." she wants to settle her words there but Kara's eyes are searching and encouraging her to push forward. "They make me feel like I'm not just a surveyor but as though I'm part of the scene."

"Like staring at the Gladiator painting of Gerome?" Kara asks a bit too hopefully.

"Exactly like that." Lena's eyes sparkle with enthusiasm because apparently, Kara's a connoisseur of different aspects of art. "And at the risk of sounding totally conceited, I feel like they are about me somehow."

"I'm glad you feel like that." Kara scrambles back then, seemingly realizing something, and Lena finds herself wondering what secret the blonde has that she isn't privy to. "I mean, I remember when I first saw the Mona Lisa, I was twelve and I didn't really think much of it. But when I saw Gerome's work, I could practically here the crowd cheering in the arena."

"You seem to know how to read between the strokes." Kara is clearly insightful. "Tell me what you see." she gestures to the picture on her wall, the family portrait of her and Lionel and Lex,

"I…" Kara turns to face those emerald depths and she can see them softly beseeching her for an honest response. She observes the portrait once more. "The artist managed to capture the likeness of your brother and your father well." she says. "And you were clearly adorable when you were a child." it's shallow, her comments, and Kara knows this isn't what Lena's asking for. "Your father looks cold and your brother looks determined," she ventures cautiously and sees that Lena seems grateful for her truth. "And you, you look like you're in pain."

"My father has our portrait painted every year." Lena remarks. "Kind of like taking a yearly Christmas card."

"Why this one then?" she figures there are more recent portraits, a plethora of them if one does the math, of the Luthor family so Kara finds herself wondering why she has hanging on her wall.

This particular portrait has a story behind it, one that Lena can't ever forget, one that will stay with the young Luthor forever.

"I was six and broke my arm the day before because I fell off my horse." she recalls. "I didn't want to sit and have my portrait done, but father insisted so of course I had no choice but to sit through it." she remembers the way her arm itched under her cast, how irritated she felt at having to muscle through the throbbing pain in her arm. "When I looked at the sketch of the portrait, I asked my father where my cast was." her eyes turn dark. "He turned to me and said, Luthor's cannot be portrayed as frail and weak." weakness must never be shown in the Luthor household. "He made me ride again, that same afternoon because failures are not tolerated in the Luthor household." failure is never an option for a Luthor.

"No offense to Mr. Luthor, but failures are necessary." Kara begins and Lena faces those blues. There's a hand on her own, warm and so comforting, and Lena can't make herself remember ever feeling so secure. "We learn from our mistakes more than our successes, I think." the blonde seems to realize she's crossed physical boundaries between her and her employer for too long so she slowly removes her hand. "I'm sorry, I'm being too frank again."

"I told you to never apologize for that, Kara." Lena, wanting to relish in that feeling longer, grabs Kara's hand and takes in her own.

Kara gazes into those evergreen eyes and she sees them flickering with gratitude and something else, something Kara wants to see more of, so she gives the young Luthor's hand a gentle squeeze and flashes her the brightest smile she can muster.

They finish their lunch hour, continuing to converse congenially about lesser serious matters, their hands never parting.

XXXX

Her phone buzzes in her hand, alerting her of a notification on her Instagram. She clicks it open, going over to the direct message icon, smiling when she sees it's a message from her favorite artist.

A sketch greets her when she opens their message board. The subject matter this time, surprises her as she looks upon a drawing of none other than herself, staring right back at her with such ferocity and fire that she can't help but almost think she's being overly romanticized by the artist. Her fingers dally over the keyboards, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to think.

'I'm sorry I don't think I can do your eyes justice.' Zgirl writes.

'It's very beautiful.' and she's aware that the artist isn't responding because no doubt they can see those three little dots on the other end of the message board. The artist is waiting for her next words. 'I don't believe I could ever look so fierce in actuality though.' she finds herself replying.

'I only draw what I see.'

'And that's how you truly see me?' not some soul to be pitied because of her circumstances but a character filled with resolve.

'You're a fighter, Lena.'

'Thank you.' the artist doesn't know how much these means to her, to have someone who Lena believes to be a strong and fair judge of character think so highly of her. 'You know, you should change your user name.' she suggests.

'Why?'

'Zgirl doesn't do you or your work justice.' it's far too plain in Lena's opinion. 'Perhaps try something a little more awe inspiring?' a name with a little more influence.

'What would you call me?'

'A savior.' she teases though she can't deny that it's more than half a truth. 'Maybe call yourself Supergirl instead.' Lena comments.

A few seconds later, the artist has changed their username.

XXXX

"I thought you went home." Lena comments as she remerges from her private bathroom to find her assistant arranging their dinner on the coffee table by her couch

"And leave you all alone so you can miss dinner?" the blonde shakes her head.

"Kara, you are my hero." Lena visibly brightens when she sees the spread that Kara's procured for them. "I definitely could use a break." she's been staring at paper work for hours that she swears all she sees are charts and formulas burning through her eyelids. "But…"

"Why don't you bring them over here and we can look them over while you eat?" Kara suggests and Lena's helpless to resist those bright blues.

Lena begins to eat as Kara picks up the folder on top of the pile. The raven haired genius watches as blue eyes narrow as she concentrates on the paper. She sees Kara shake her head gently before getting up off the couch. She heads over to Lena's desk, eyes silently asking for permission, which the young Luthor grants as she chews her burger.

Kara returns with a pen and a blank piece of paper. She's proceeding to write something and Lena can see a few numbers scrolled out but can't make out the formula the blonde is postulating from her angle.

"You know, you're supposed to be eating as well." Lena reminds.

"Sorry, it's just the data on this proposal has to be wrong." the blonde replies. "I mean, there's no way they're achieving such a positive response when their formula's off." she shows the paper to Lena who places her burger down on her plate. The young Luthor takes the paper in her hands, green eyes stare at the blonde intently, Kara hurriedly grabs her food and takes a hearty bite. "I'd say it's just a typo but then they used the same formula on the other samples…" she trails off.

"You're right." and Lena's amazed because Kara's already very knowledgeable but she didn't even consider science to be on Kara's field of familiarity. "Is there nothing you can't do?" she asks genuinely as she looks at the blushing blonde.

"I can't take credit for that." she plays with the rim of her glasses in that bashful manner Lena's come to adore. "I mean, my father was a scientist so I picked up a couple of simple things." and the raven haired genius doesn't think complicated theorems are something so trivial as Kara's humble nature is making them out to be.

"A scientist." Lena repeats and it makes so much sense, she thinks.

"Yes and my mother was a businesswoman." she smiles a bit sardonically and Lena can't help but want to erase that look from Kara's features with her lips. "And now their daughter is staggering through her existence, unable to choose what to do with her life." she's disappointed her parents, she's certain. "I got a degree in English and I didn't know what to do with it so I was a barista for a few months." Lena thinks that explains how she's able to make such excellent beverages. "And then I tried my hand cooking but it turns out the only thing I can't burn is water." so the woman does have one flaw after all. "I'm just constantly trying something new to see if the interest will last but now I feel like I need to come to a decision soon so I'm a temp who mostly fills in for pregnant women, hoping it'll help me make a decision." but it hasn't because she's still so uncertain.

"But it's your choice," Lena reminds as she places a comforting hand on Kara's thigh. "Cat Grant tried to hire you full time, didn't she?" Kara nods, confirming what the temp agency had said. "You turned her down," probably the first person in decades to do so. "Because it's not what you want to do." the blonde is a free spirit, one that Lena longs to be. "So what is it then?" because she's sure Kara must have some idea of what she wants. "What do you want to do?" she finds herself asking because she truly believes Kara is teeming with potential.

"I don't really know," she sighs and it's apparent that this struggle has been constant for the blonde. "I mean there are so many things I could do, but what?" there's a hint of frustration peeking through those usually beaming bright blues. "What field should I go in?" it's a question Kara's been asking herself for years. "All these options and I know I should be thankful because not everyone gets to choose but all that pressure …" and Lena knows, can sympathize, because while she wants to help her brother, she knows doing this, the paper work and the countless board meetings, will drain her dry in the long run. Still, she feels powerless to stop, feels completely unable to divert herself from the path her father has set her on. "What would you want to do?" it's the first time Lena's been asked this.

"You mean if I wasn't a Luthor?" she remarks with a hint of bitterness.

"I mean if there weren't all these expectations." Kara clarifies, all to aware of the warmth on her thigh from Lena's hand. "If you could choose to be anything in this world…" she trails off, leaving Lena to fill the gap.

"A mechanic, I think." Lena murmurs. "It's simple," she doesn't have to spend hours, thinking of designs, postulating formulas, conceptualizing. "And I actually like it, getting my hands dirty, tinkering." she gets lost for hours under the hood of a beauty. "And there's nothing like the sound of hearing an engine purr after you put all that effort in…" she smiles. "I suppose I just don't want to deal with the politics, board meetings, the press and the like." the limelight isn't really for Lena.

"It's difficult sometimes," the raven haired genius nods in understanding. "Coinciding the rest of the world with what we want," blue delves deep into green. Lena can feel the fire stirring in her core. She feels the potency of Kara's words and can't help but feel the statement is directed just for her, like she's the one Kara wants in that instance. "What'll make us happy." she places her hand on top of Lena's, letting her thumb trail understanding on the young Luthor's soft pale skin. "But other times…"

"You just know when something," green gazes deeply into blue, understanding seeping through. Lena locks their fingers together, gripping Kara's hand in her own. "Someone," Lena's not being subtle, she knows. But then as the young Luthor feels Kara's hands tighten around her own, bright blues shining with clear affection and unbridled yearning, she's certain her sentiment is shared with equal fervor. "Is worth fighting for."

XXXX

Her phone buzzes as a notification pops up. She hurriedly opens the app, wanting to see what her favorite artist has in store for her now.

It's a painting of black and white and gray and at first glance, it all just seems like the monochromatic shades are spiraling into the middle, as though they're being sucked into the gaping hole of darkness. But the longer she looks, the more she can see the faint silhouette of woman in a long flowing green dress. But she isn't falling into the abyss, no, it seems more like she's swirling out of the vacuum, wanting to fill the void.

She continues to stare at the painting, wanting so badly to know what it would feel like to see the actual brush strokes, to smell the finish of the fresh paint. She knows a mere picture won't do it justice.

-'Lacuna'. she reads the caption at the bottom of the page.

She wonders then, if the woman will succeed in filling the void. If the monochrome will be overcome in an ocean of green and smiles, knowing only time will tell whether or not the void will be filled.

XXXX

She glances around the room, a forced smile plastered on her face, as she looks upon the faces she barely recognizes. They're mostly board members and share holders of Luthor Corp, here celebrating their success at this company gala.

Honestly, it's just another opportunity for the elite to dress up and flaunt their wealth with one another and whoever will be reading the society pages in the monring. And of course, it's her father's not so subtle way of parading her around now that she's been dubbed a prodigy set to conquer the world with her genius intellect and savvy business sense.

There's only one face she wants to see but alas her target continues to elude her amidst the sea of sharks.

She wishes she'd gathered the courage to ask Kara to accompany her there, that she'd offered to ride their together at the very least, but as she hears her father's measured laughter in the background, she remembers why she chose not to.

Lena can't afford Lionel setting his sights on Kara again.

So tonight, she'll do her best to avoid being in close proximity to the blonde. It'll be hard but she knows it's necessary. Besides, just seeing Kara out in the crowd will be enough to lift her spirits.

"So you're the woman who stole the best assistant I've ever had." a voice speaks.

"Cat Grant." Lena turns toward the sound and finds the media mogul's gaze upon her, obviously sizing her up, before setting her eyes on the young Luthor's face. "We finally meet." she states, not bothering to mask the indifference in her features.

"Lena Luthor." Cat regards the woman before her. "It is nice to finally meet the woman taking the world by storm." she takes a glass of champagne from the waiter that's making his rounds. "Quite a spread you've got here." the media mogul says after taking a sip from the clearly savory and expensive drink.

"I won't take credit for this." she looks around the room.

"Not your scene then?" Cat observes the clearly bored Luthor. Lena remembers her audience and the media mogul can practically see the cogs in her head turning. No doubt the raven haired genius is searching for a political response. "Off the record." she assures but it seems to do little to ease Lena's apprehension.

Lena doesn't like talking to the press. She's turned down every interview even though her father insisted. She thinks her work should speak for it self, a quality she knows Kara admires about her.

Just then, she sees a familiar flash of gold, just over the media mogul's shoulder.

She locks eyes with Kara who visibly brightens when their gazes meet. The blonde seems surf through the crowd, heading straight for her, and Lena knows she should excuse herself, she should move and turn because Lionel's somewhere in the room but those blues and that megawatt smile have trapped her in place.

"Good evening." Lena greets when Kara stops an arms length away.

She doesn't know how long the stand there, just looking at each other, but someone's clearing their throat all of a sudden, and Kara's forced to search for the sound.

"Ms. Grant!" Kara beams at the older woman who seems to be fighting off a smile. "I'm glad to see you again!" the ever so bubbly blonde actually wraps her arms around the media mogul who freezes, eyes wide at her former assistant's overtly affectionate gesture.

She regains her thought capacity and brings a hand on the back of Kara's shoulder, giving her two taps.

"You know you wouldn't have to wait to see me if you'd just take my offer." the tenacious woman reminds. She watches as Kara falls beside Lena, her eyes glued to the raven haired beauty who's staring at the blonde with the same longing gaze. "But then again, I don't suppose I have anything to offer that you'd want more than being in the presence of one Lena Luthor." she gives them a knowing look sealed with a smile of approval. "You two make quite a lovely couple."

"Umm I," Kara's mouth is too busy opening and closing to form words.

Lena smirks. Of course Cat Grant would be so intuitive. Kara's blushing as red as the young Luthor's dress, embarrassed not by her feelings, but by the fact that her feelings are so easily noticeable.

"Thank you." Lena responds sincerely.

"I suppose I have to make rounds." there's a glint of mischief sparkling in her eyes, one that Lena's certain her own mirror. "I'll see you around Ms. Luthor, and you Keira!" she gazes at the blonde. "I've a piece for you to write." she grins teasingly. "If you can tear yourself away from Ms. Luthor, we'll talk about it later." Kara regains enough mobility to nod her head before setting her sights on Lena once more.

"You look beautiful." Lena compliments the woman in a baby blue dress that succeeds in bringing out the color in her eyes while her beautiful blonde locks are tied in an elegant half ponytail.

"And you…" Kara stares in awe. "I don't think there's a word to describe how magnificent you look tonight."

Lena smiles, knowing Kara's sentiments are heartfelt.

"I'd ask you to dance but," the youngest Luthor gestures at the cameras. "I don't think you'd enjoy all the attention." Kara knows she isn't embarrassed to be seen dancing with her assistant, it's just the genius doesn't want to push shy and easily embarrassed Kara Danvers out of her comfort zone.

"I don't think I'd be very graceful anyway." Kara states. "I'd probably step on your toes."

"It'd be worth it." the earnest comment causes the blonde's cheeks to turn red. "And you know, I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit." she's certain the blonde something to behold on the dance floor. "Anyway, I'm sorry to cut this short but…" she gestures toward the Nakamura group whom had just entered the room. Kara nods in earnest understanding. And she decides that she won't cower from her father any longer because Kara's ever so humble and beautiful and enchanting and kind and incredibly unaware of how increidble she really is. For Lena, Kara is definitely worth fighting for. "I'll find you after though?" she's utterly hopeful and she practically beams when she receives a nod is response. "I'll be back as soon as my duties are over." she promises.

Kara watches as Lena disappears into the herd. She decides she too has to make her rounds and talk to some of her more amicable coworkers. She sees a familiar face amongst the crowd and decides to head over but a figure blocks her path. The blonde isn't all that surprised to find the great Lionel Luthor standing before her, every bit the obstacle she must pass.

"My daughter's taken quite a shine to you, hasn't she." it isn't a question. "I'm sure she'd be devastated to see you go." he's fishing for a reaction, Kara knows.

"I'm sure you won't be." she tackles the subject at hand.

"Straight to the point then." Lionel smirks then, calculated and cool. "I almost admire you for that rare quality." his eyes narrow as he looks at Kara like he's a pest he must eradicate. "I can see why Lena would be interested in you, beautiful and fiery." it's easy to see the defiant fire behind those black frames. "But see, Ms. Danvers, my Lena can't afford any distractions." Kara fights the urge to roll her eyes. "She's on the path to greatness, one more notable than Lex." Kara knows this much is true. "She's going to make the Luthor name infamous for as long a civilization exists." his gaze is icy and hard and Kara swears she can feel the chill travel down her spine. "And I'll make damn sure nothing stands in her way." he's practically scowling now, voice hushed but still filled with threat. "Least of all not some twenty something year old temp who'll have nothing to offer my daughter but a couple of not so memorable romps in the sack." he sneers derisively and Kara wants to say something, to set the record straight, but she doesn't want to cause a scene because this is Lena's event and they're celebrating her success as the current C.O.O. so the blonde wordlessly excuses herself instead, heading toward the exit.

Kara rushes through the hall. She heads toward the stairway and she sits on the bottom of the stairs as soon as the doors close. She exhales, hoping the act will relieve the tension that's coursing through her entire being.

The faint sound of clicking of high heels echoes through her surroundings and she has a pretty good idea of who's heading her way. She turns her head toward the door and isn't disappointed when she sees Lena in all her glory, raven haired locks in their usual elegant bun, her dress as red as her lips, with her eyes shining with righteous fury and overwhelming concern.

Kara gives her a weak smile and Lena continues to make her approach, plating her bottom right beside the blonde.

"He wasn't…" Kara begins. "He wasn't wrong about some of it." Lena listens, her focus completely all on the blonde who's sporting a depreciating look on her features. "I'm a temporary facet in your life." because Jess is coming back and Kara will have to take her leave. "Who has nothing new to offer you."

The raven haired beauty takes the blonde's face in her hands, palms warm against Kara's cheeks, as one thumb traces the taller woman's cheekbone, and the other trailing dangerously close to her lips.

Evergreen meets true blue and behind the obvious desire lays an infinite amount of affection.

Lena can see her devotion clear in those bright blues, so unbridled and unadulterated just like Kara can feel her concern, heartfelt and exceedingly genuine, seeping from the raven haired genius's fingertips.

"You are more than enough." Lena whispers resolutely.

It'll be so easy, she thinks, to place her lips upon Kara's. She knows the other woman's thinking the same because she can see those blues continually flicking from her eyes toward her lips. The bespectacled woman brings a hand up to clutch onto the young Luthor's appendage and Lena's surprised to find that Kara's retaining her space instead of bringing their lips together.

She isn't too worried though, even though Kara's beginning to stand, because the blonde's hand is still clasping onto her own.

The blonde gently tugs on her hand and Lena's pretty sure she'll follow Kara to the end of the Earth if she asked. The blonde leads the way up the stairs and it doesn't take long for them to find the roof access of the building. She guides her toward the middle of the rooftop before she releases her hold on Lena's hand, before taking a few steps away from the young Luthor.

Lena watches as Kara fishes something out of her clutch bag. The blonde fetches her phone and she continues to observe as the other woman looks into the screen, completely absorbed and utterly determined.

Bright blues sparkle. She places her clutch on the floor and uses it to prop her phone up. The faint sound of a few notes trickle into the quiet night air and Kara steps closer toward Lena before extending her hand toward the young genius who looks at her questioningly. Kara smiles, assuring and purposeful, and Lena isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She takes Kara's hand and places it on her hips, figuring the other woman needs a little guidance, before she locks her arms around the taller blonde's neck.

The night is quiet save for the faint music that's blasting through Kara's phone speakers. They start swaying softly, both too lost in each other's gazes to really pay attention to the music. They remain surprisingly in sync, matching the beats of the hearts, rather than the notes of the song playing.

"This went better in my head." Kara whispers then, careful not to break the trance and Lena shakes her head in disagreement because she's pretty sure the moment can't be more amazing than it is right now.

"You're perfect." her evergreen eyes peer deeply into Kara's, letting her know she's merely relaying her truth.

They've stopped swaying now, both entirely focused with each other to really pay attention to their surroundings. Kara smiles faintly before pressing her forehead on Lena's knowing the raven haired Luthor wouldn't just say something in order to appease her nerves.

The moon continues to shine looking as though it's smiling at the couple below with its light, pearly and white.

XXXX

The boundary that was once existed between them seemingly evaporated over night. Kara still stutters and stammers and is still a ball of nerves but now she isn't afraid to fuss over Lena, to bring the young Luthor food, and force her to take a step back from her work, to take a break.

And Lena, well she's more relaxed around Kara, knowing that the blonde won't judge her or fault her for her mistakes. She can be who she truly is around Kara, a bumbling nerd who's obsessed with Star Wars and Firefly.

Lena knows she should hate this, being another cliché. But Kara's not just her assistant. She's her friend as well. The first true friend she's made in her entire life and the only person who sees beyond the Luthor name. Perhaps that makes this harder, admitting to her one and only friend how she feels.

But Kara always values honesty so Lena doubts she'd be turned away just for having not so platonic feelings.

Besides, she's almost Lysol percent certain that her feelings aren't unrequited, what with the lingering looks and the seemingly endless encounters where their appendages would meet and stay entwined for exceedingly long periods. Still, Lena knows there might be a chance, an unlikely event, where she's merely projecting her own desires.

The only way she can be absolutely certain is to converse with Kara about her feelings.

It goes against everything she was taught. She can hear Lionel lurking on the edges of her mind, whispering that a Luthor must never display all their cards on the table. She easily drowns that out with the vision of Kara's smile.

Opportunity knocks on Lena's door.

She glances at the clock and sees the 5:00 glaring and impossible to ignore because today is Kara's last day which means come Monday morning, it'll be Jess greeting her good morning. But there's a silver lining to this, Lena knows.

As of this minute, Kara is no longer her employee.

The door opens and the blonde enters, her feet weighed down by sadness and apprehension. It doesn't go unnoticed by Lena, who always pays close attention to everything that is Kara.

"Is there something wrong?" Lena questions instantly.

"Not really." Kara flashes a small sad smile. "It's just, well, I'm going to miss not seeing you every day." the young Luthor decides then to just rip off the band aid and ask the question she's been longing to since she laid eyes on Kara.

"Well, that doesn't have to be the case, you know." she's trying to keep her calm, to steer the conversation and make it flow naturally.

"You offering me a job?" the blonde teases.

"Not quite." she shakes her head. "What I have in mind is definitely more personal." Lena bites her lip then and she swears she hears Kara gulp. "Have dinner with me." the blonde nods her head emphatically.

"When?"

"I…" she's at a loss for words because she hadn't really planned that far ahead. All she did was talk herself up to asking Kara out. It occurs to her then that other woman could be mistaking the invitation for a friendly outing, hence why she agreed so easily to go out with her former boss. "Wait, I mean dinner in a non platonic sense." she elaborates. "Not as in hanging out as friends but as in a romantic excursion." she can't believe the words that keep spilling from her mouth. "I would really like to date you, Kara." Oh my god, Lena thinks.

She's crashing and burning and she should just turn around and bury herself in a bottle of whisky because she's making an utter mess of things.

"I know." the blonde's sporting a smile that threatens to break her face but she's utterly helpless. The butterflies are churning in her stomach and she feels utterly weightless know that it's confirmed that Lena feels exactly the same. "I'm free now." the sound of Kara's eagerness is drowned out by Lena's thundering heartbeat.

"Alright."

"What is it?" Kara questions as she reads the utterly frustrated and confused look on Lena's face.

"For the first time I'm at a loss." Lena admits with a shy smile. "I'm afraid I haven't had anything planned really." perhaps there'd had been a large part of her that didn't think it would be this easy. "To be frank, I've spent most of the time trying to work up the courage to ask you out." and now that she has, she doesn't know what to do for their first date.

"How about we just do something relaxing at my place?" Kara suggests. "I can't cook," she reminds. "But we can order food, talk, and maybe watch a movie?" it's simple and absolutely perfect.

"A great way to start off the weekend." Lena remarks honestly.

She gathers her belongings as her former assistant struggles to keep herself from bouncing up and down with her boundless excitement. They turn and face the exit, walking side by side, shoulders brushing against each other gently as they make their way toward the elevator.

"Um do you want to," Kara says as she presses the button. "Convoy and follow me to my loft?" she suggests.

"That's an idea." evergreen depths darken with desire that the blonde wholeheartedly welcomes. "Or," she bites her lower lip and it takes all of Kara's reserve not to throw the sultry genius toward the wall and ravage her on the spot. "How about I just get a lift from you?" Lena's tone is heavy with innuendo and Kara's cheeks heat at the young Luthor's not so subtle implications.

"Our first date and you're already propositioning me?" she teases, thankful she's functioning enough to come up with such a witty reply, as the doors open.

"I think we've both waited long enough," they step inside. "Haven't we?"

Lena steps closer, backing Kara into the wall, her gaze fixed on the blonde's beckoning lips. Desire darkened green depths look unto the blue eyes beneath those spectacles. She licks her bottom lip in anticipation while Kara nods her head gently, eagerly granting the genius the consent she's seeking.

The young genius dips her head down, kisses Kara with unyielding passion that the blonde enthusiastically reciprocates. They lose themselves in each other as the elevator doors close.

XXXXX

Warmth. She feels it pressed against her front, softness to her cheek unlike any other pillow that she's had before, and the gentle movement of the ends of her hair being twirled gently behind her. She opens her eyes slowly, smiles as she's greeted with a pair of the most beautiful green eyes she's ever beheld.

It's certainly quite a way to wake up and Kara finds she definitely won't mind waking up like this every day for the rest of her life.

Lena smiles in greeting when their gazes meet. The blonde in her arms responds by wrapping her arms around the young Luthor genius tighter and sinking further into the raveh haired beauty's arms.

"How long have you been awake?" she questions, throat raspy from sleep and exhaustion.

"A while." the genius answers easily.

"Figures you'd be an early riser." she murmurs into Lena's neck before pressing a soft kiss as the mark she'd left there earlier.

"I have been for as long as I can remember." she divulges, finding it appropriate to let her lover, because Kara is most certainly now her lover, know this little detail about her. "I'm kind of surprised you aren't." because sunshine Danvers seems like the type to revel in watching sunrises.

"I usually am." Kara informs.

"But my endless enthusiasm exhausted you." Lena grins salaciously at the very nude blonde bombshell in her arms. "All the more reason I didn't want you to wake up alone." she'd hate for Kara to think that this was a one-time thing, that the blonde was just an itch she had to scratch like Lionel has implied. "Besides, I don't think you'd let me leave anyway." Kara's an affectionate hugger even in her sleep.

"I'm sorry." she loosens her hold and attempts to allow Lena to reclaim a semblance of personal space.

"Don't be." Lena smiles reassuringly. "It's nice, feeling so wanted." she tightens her hold around the blonde. "Besides, you are quite adorable." she remembers the blonde's frowning face and the way she clung onto Lena whenever the young Luthor tried to get away. "Like a little baby panda." a blush spreads through Kara's entire being and her raven haired seductress finds her completely enamoring. "I'd offer to make you breakfast but I don't think you have much in the way of cooking items." save for the bottle of wine from the blonde's fridge, she hadn't seen anything that would complete their need for sustenance inside.

"Probably not." Kara blushes.

"Well, how about we go grab breakfast and head over to the store and grab some ingredients so I can make our provisions for later?" Lena suggests.

"I haven't done that before." the blonde murmurs and the genius ceases playing with Kara's hair, eyes peering over the blonde questioningly. "Go grocery shopping with my girlfriend." she's completely excited by the domesticity of the idea. "I mean," the blonde sits up abruptly, realizing she may have overstepped some boundaries by calling Lena her girlfriend. "If that's what you want." Lena's never wanted anything more. "No pressure though." it's a completely awkward way of asking someone to enter in a committed relationship with someone, Lena knows, but it's so completely Kara that the genius can't help but be completely enamored.

"Well," Lena rises from the bed, immediately pressing her lips to Kara's in a brief kiss, to offer her assurance to the blonde that she doesn't mind anything the blonde said. "I'm glad that you're going to be grocery shopping with your girlfriend from now on."

"I'm glad too." her widespread grin tells Lena so.

"Now, how about we shower hop in the shower together so we can get a start on our errands?" she offers, a brow quirk upward suggestively.

"No." the blonde practically bounces off the bed and scurries toward the bathroom. "Not together." Kara's certain they'll do more than shower. "As much as I'd love to," she doesn't think she has enough strength to properly worship the genius's body. "I'd really like to get some food before we enter any amorous activities." she's absolutely famished and Lena understands the feeling all too well. "I'll shower first and you can help yourself to some clothes from my closet." she smiles encouragingly. "What's mine is yours!" she exclaims before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Thanks." Lena murmurs.

She rises from the bed, stretching her muscles as she does so, with the intention to head over to the blonde's closet but as she passes the doorway to Kara's room, something catches her eyes.

She hadn't been given a chance to explore Kara's domicile seeing as they'd been too preoccupied last night.

But from what she vaguely remembers, the blonde seems to have a rather sizeable loft. What's surprising is that it's located close to her own penthouse, give or take a block or two. Lena begins to look around her former assistant's room. The size and location of the Kara's home baffles Lena. There's no way a temp could afford such accommodations in this part of the city.

There's more she still has to discover about the blonde who has managed to barrel down her defenses with an unassuming smile.

Lena peers out in the doorway, toward the room that's ajar from the one she's currently in, swearing that she can see what seems to be the a part of an easel. Her feet lead her across the hall and she finds herself opening the door.

Her vision is met with colors on a multitude of canvases spread throughout the room. She can see them all through her peripheral but her focus is on the artwork that's on the easel because to her surprise there's an unfinished portrait of her face, one that's smiling faintly with her eyes glittering with mirth, that's resting on the easel.

She quickly scans the room for more paintings and she supposes that she isn't really all that surprised to find SuperGirl's artworks located all around. Lena's too engulfed with her surroundings to notice that she was no longer alone.

"I see you found me out." Kara murmurs ventures inside.

"I knew those paintings were about me." Lena remarks with satisfaction, glad her instincts hadn't been off. She ventures toward a few watercolor pieces in the corner table. "When you said you wrote a few pieces for other publications," she eyes the very familiar book cover of a famous children's book she'd seen plastered all over her favorite bookstore. "You neglected to mention that you illustrated and wrote bestselling children's books?"

"Among other things." she's shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "I guess I should introduce myself properly then, since we're in a relationship and all." Lena waits, knowing Kara will explain everything now. "My last name isn't actually Danvers…." she begins cautiously, carefully watching Lena's reactions as she stands in arms length of her new lover. "I'm actually Kara Zorell."

"As in Zorell Tech?" the raven haired genius doesn't take long to recall the renowned last name and Kara nods.

"It was my mother's idea." she confesses. "She wanted me to live a quiet life, figure out my own way like she and my aunt could not." Kara begins her tale. "My father agreed, wanting me to live even just a few years of my life away from the limelight." especially since she was the heir to the multi billion dollar company. "But I didn't think I'd take this long trying to decide what to do with my life." she hadn't meant to get so sidetracked. "There were just so many interesting things, so many professions I wanted to try that I think I kind of lost track of time…" she explains. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I hope you're not too angry with me."

"I'm not angry at all." Lena's quick to assuage Kara's worries, eager to wipe the concern and dread from the taller woman's beautiful face. "I went through that phase myself. In college I kept to myself because I didn't want anyone to know who I was but my father showed up in one of my lecture's one day…." he'd left her no choice. "I think he'd been scare I'd go off my own," like Lex did. "And the fact that you can do them and succeed all doesn't make things easier, does it?" Lena can understand the feeling all too well.

"Well, I don't know about succeeding at all of them." and there it was, that humble nature that makes Kara so captivating.

"Ever so modest." it's a rare quality to have in someone like Kara. "My darling Kara, you'd shine no matter where you put yourself." she walks toward the blonde and places a comforting hand on her cheek. "Well, perhaps any place but the kitchen." Kara rolls her eyes affectionately at the raven haired beauty.

"I like that," she presses her lips against Lena's slender wrists. "When you call me darling."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Jeremiah Danvers, the man who graciously let me borrow his last name, is the head of the R&D department and my godfather." she divulges. "I didn't want to lie to you, I just, well I didn't want you to think I lied on purpose just so I could spy on Luthor Corp because that was never my intention!" the thought hasn't crossed Lena's mind, knowing it isn't in Kara's nature to be so diabolical. "I just thought it would be a nice way to get an idea for what it's like to see the inner workings of a company," Kara maintains. That's why she jumped at the chance to shadow women like Lena and Cat Grant. "And then I met you, and boy were you stunning," it made it difficult for her to say anything. "And then I stared to like you, like can't start my day without thinking about you like you, so it got harder just to come right out and say it."

"So are you really an English major?" she finds herself wanting to learn everything about the blonde who has succeeded in leading quite a double life.

"Double major in English and Mechanical Engineering."

"Smart, honest, talented, unbelievably kind." she stares at Kara like she's watching a unicorn grazing by some mystical waterfalls, in utter awe and sheer amazement. "And breathtakingly beautiful." Lena can't help but think she's really hit the jackpot with Kara. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I asked myself that too." because Lena is calm and collected and everything that Kara isn't but the one thing she's certain of is that the young Luthor has a warm and caring heart.

"In the shower?" Lena smirks.

"You're incorrigible." she ripostes but doesn't bother denying the fact that the thought had crossed her mind as soon as she turned the faucet on.

"I prefer irresistible." Kara certainly can't deny that fact.

"Are you really not upset with me?" she can't believe that Lena's taking all this in stride.

"Only if I can join you in the shower." Kara bestows a brief kiss in response while her hands travel to Lena's hips, disappointed to find her fingers against her silk sheets instead of the alluring beauty's supple skin.

"I do have one request." Kara murmurs as they part. Emerald green look at her curiously. "Can we please tell your father who I really am together?" bright blues are twinkling with mischief and the young businesswoman throbs at the sight. "I really want to see his face when you tell him." Lena laughs then, one of the blonde's favorite sounds in the entire universe aside perhaps from hearing her moan her name as she writhes in pleasure.

“I am fine, and me and Kara are fine, so I am going to go back inside and enjoy my drink.” Lena quickly walked off back into the bar, she did not want to leave Kara alone with Lucy, it was not jealousy she just did not trust this Lucy Lane.

Winn stayed outside for a moment longer, before sending off a text to Alex, knowing that Lena was going to fall right into their trap. Getting Kara and Lena to stop dancing around each other deemed for a complex and probably cliche plan. It did help that Kara was completely unaware of the plan as well. Maggie had stepped in, and taken over the plan saying that two baby gays/pan could not be in charge of getting Kara and Lena together, they would just manage to make things worse.

This whole plan was all about timing, and being careful with how they handled the whole thing, Lucy was in on the plan, they needed her to make sure that they got the balance of jealousy and attention towards Lena that would be perfect. Bringing Lucy into town was Alex’s idea knowing Lucy’s nature of how she would flirt with anything that had a pulse without even realizing it. It was the perfect decision to make Lena jealous, without Kara meaning anything romantic. Kara’s way of clinging to people when they come back after being away, was going to help the plan along as well.

They had set everything in motion, all that was left was to allow Lena and Kara to figure things out on their own, if this did not work then those two gay/ bi messes were a lost cause. Maggie was going to continue to monitor the situation, and Lucy would make sure to show up at Kara’s a few times during the week when she knew Lena would see. Winn went ahead and walked inside to watch what would happen during the rest of the meal.

The next day Kara decided to go to L-corp with lunch for Lena, knowing that Lena had been acting odd since earlier that week. If she thought about it, Lena started acting weird when Lucy showed up, did Lena like Lucy, no no that would be horrible, if Lena liked Lucy then that meant she would say no when Kara asked her out. She had been trying to figure out the perfect way to ask Lena out for weeks, and had yet to have a single good idea. It had to be impressive and original after all this was Lena, Lena who has seen extravagances and riches what could kara do to impress her.

“Hey Harold, I thought Jess was in today? Not that I don’t like you you are awesome” Kara began to ramble, worried she had insulted Lena’s newest assistant.

“She had an emergency, her son is sick poor thing,” Harold gave Kara a smile, and looked at the bag in Kara’s hand. “She has not had lunch yet, and I have to ask what happened Lena has been grumpy all week,”

“What, nothing happened and she has been acting weird all week, I am worried about her,” Kara set down a take out box in front of Harold, it was Jess’s usual order but the two had similar orders.

“ Well you need to figure it out she has yelled at five people today me included although she did apologize after yelling at me, and thanks for the food Kara,” He gladly opened the take out, as Kara handed over one of the sets of plastic utensils, she looked worried for Lena.

“Is it safe for me to go on in,” Kara tilted her head towards the door of Lena’s office.

“Go ahead just be careful, I don’t want her getting mad at you too.” He offered Kara a smile.

She took a deep breath, hoping that she was not the reason that Lena was so out of sorts, she would have to make sure that she apologized for what ever it was that she had done. Even if she could not remember exactly why Lena had been upset, she was going to fix it. If it turned out that some ass hole had upset Lena to this degree then she would go and at least make their day a living hell if not their whole month, no one was allowed to hurt Lena Luthor on her watch.

“Lena, I brought some lunch for us,” Kara put on her full megawatt smile, trying to ensure that Lena would give in to lunch with her.

“Hey, and thank you, I have been working all day,” Lena had bolted up from her chair and headed straight to where Kara stood, hugging her around the bags of take out.

“Any time, and you should really give yourself a break at some point you work yourself to the bone,” Kara set down the bags of take out and sat on the couch.

The two ate for a while, Lena being oddly silent for part of it, as the youngest Luthor was trying to come up with a way to see if Kara was in fact dating Lucy, or just find out more about the other woman. Lena was scared that she was going to be too late, that Kara would fall for Lucy and there would be no chance of a relationship with the hero. If she needed to fight for Kara she would, but she also wanted Kara to be happy even if that meant that she was not going to be the source of that happiness.

“Lena, is everything ok, you are acting weird today.” the genuine concern in Kara’s voice snapped Lena out of her thoughts, it was a hit to the gut to know she was worrying Kara.

“Yeah just some business stuff that has got me on edge,” She replied back, trying to ease Kara’s mind with the lie.

Kara could hear the spike in Lena’s heartbeat, Lena was lying, something was wrong. Why wouldn’t Lena tell her unless, she was the reason that Lena was out of sorts, had she done something. It would have to be fixed if she needed to grovel she would, but before she groveled she needed to figure out what was going on. It would be no use to apologize and not know what she had done, that would only insult Lena. The ringing of Kara’s phone cut the lunch short as it appeared supergirl was needed once more.

“Go on supergirl save the world, but be careful.” Lena knew that the only time during their lunches that Kara would leave was when supergirl was needed, and even then Kara was hesitant to leave.

“I will see you tonight right, we are binge watching game of thrones” Kara smiled waiting for Lena to confirm.

“Of course you will, now go” Lena ushered Kara off quickly, knowing that Kara was needed elsewhere and hoping that Kara would not end up getting hurt.

Lena ended up getting little to no work done, as all she could think about was the fact that she would get to spend time alone with Kara, it could be the perfect opportunity for her to finally ask the reporter out. She had tried to a few times but either Kara had misunderstood or she had chickened out at the last second. The only person who could ever make a Luthor chicken out was Kara Danvers, who could bring Lena to her knees with a smile. Maybe it was one of her superpowers she would have to ask some time.

Leaving the office she had an extra skip in her step, as she knew when she got to Kara’s there would be sweatpants and khaleesi waiting for her. Their weekly binge watches had become the highlight of  Lena’s week, she enjoyed the time with Kara. Work had left her drained, and she needed the extra boost that she would need to last her till the next week.

She arrived at Kara’s apartment a few minutes later than usual, she heard  a moan distinctively Kara’s followed by ‘oh rao that is amazing’ and laughter from beyond the door, as she approached it, and it was not Kara’s laughter. Jealousy coiled in her gut once more, she recognized the laughter she had been subject to it just nights before, none other than Lucy Lane was in the apartment with Kara.

She wanted to turn back, wanted to run away, be a coward and not face this so for once she did. The sound of Lucy and Kara’s laughter echoed in the hall she went back to the elevator wanting to get away as fast as she could. She wanted Kara to be happy, but that did not mean that Kara being happy with someone else did not hurt. As soon as the elevator doors shut she could not hold back the sob that escaped her, there was a pain clutching at her stomach clawing it's way up her throat and escaping in a sob. All she knew was that she missed her chance to be happy with Kara, to be with Kara.

She practically sprinted out of the building, hoping that the rain outside would hide the tears that had begun falling from her eyes, she needed to pull herself together at least until she made it home to her apartment. Then she would allow herself to drown in her own misery, just for a while, before pulling herself together so that no one would know anything was ever wrong. Kara did not need to know it would only make Kara feel guilty, and Kara had nothing to be sorry for.

She climbed into her car and swiftly told her driver to head home, she kept up her ceo exterior despite the grip that was slowly crushing her heart. Her lungs felt as though they were fighting her with each breath, she could feel the tears she was fighting back. She continued to tell herself it was just a few minutes longer before she would be home, just a little longer and she could let herself fall apart. She decided she would send Kara a text, so that the other woman would not think that she was ditching her or forgetting.

‘I am going to have to work overtime today sorry, see you later?’

Kara’s phone lit up with the message and beginning to play Lena’s specialized ringtone, Kara’s head shot up and she ran to get the phone, she could have sworn she had heard Lena arrive, she thought she had heard her heart beat. She had been distracted by the cake that Lucy  had brought over it was absolutely delicious, Lucy had been laughing at the fact she moaned while eating a piece of cake.

She felt a sting when she read the text she knew Lena did not have to work, she had checked in with Harold earlier, what was going on making Lena pull away from her. She needed to fix this, and the text just solidified her thought that she had heard Lena’s heart beat Lena must have heard something.

“The cake oh rao the Cake, she thinks we us oh no oh no, I have to fix this Lucy,”

“Lena thinks we were doing the-”

“Don’t say it and I need to fix this Lucy, what do i do?” Kara was pleading, she could feel tears in her eyes and they were not part of the pout she was currently pulling on Lucy.

“You go to her explain, I am goinig to call Maggie and see if she has any more advice bring her flowers too,” Lucy was already picking up her phone and dialiing in Maggie’s number this was a level 10 gay emergancy.

Kara was changed into her supergirl outfit and flying out the window, before Lucy had time to say another word. Kara surprised a flower shop by stopping by and buying flowers at ten at night. She flew near top speed, while trying to protect the flowers, towards Lena’s apartment. She knew for a fact when Lena was this upset she would not be at L-corp, she would go somewhere that she did not have to worry about anyone seeing her.

“Lena, I know you are hurt right now but this is all a misunderstanding, please come and talk to me,” Kara said, as she touched down outside of the balcony leading to Lena’s living room. She could see Lena curled up under blankets watching her comfort show, twilight zone.

“Kara what are you doing here,” Lena got up slowly, as Lena turned Kara could see the tears streaks around Lena’s puffy eyes, she was hurting.

“I was eating cake, that’s why I moaned and Lucy laughed cause of course I moan when eating cake, but it was really good cake I saved you some, but i realized that you were outside the door, and now I made you sad and I don’t want to make you sad, I was gonna ask you out and now you hate me please don’t hate me.” Kara concluded near breathless.

“You were moaning at cake,” Lena’s voice was scratchy and rough, but Kara immediately nodded her head.

“You said ‘oh rao’ to a piece of cake” Lena arched an eyebrow knowing well that it was something that Kara would do.

“I did it is really good cake I can give you some, I saved some just for you,” Kara said sheepishly, ducking her head.

“You saved me cake, you must really like me,” Lena smiled at Kara, causing the blonde to blush, the flowers in her hand were drenched from the rain, and Kara was not any better off.