IM SCREAMING KARA IS LIKE

OW WTF

AND KATE IS LIKE

OH YOU DEAD NOW MOTHERFUCKER

("’Donuts and Netflix date’?” Diana asks lazily from the couch, with a playful lilt to her voice. “Kara, that’s not a thing.”

“It is!” Kara insists, rushing back to her girlfriend with several boxes of donuts stacked precariously in her arms. “Besides, you haven’t seen, like, any movies. It’ll be educational. And I swore I’d turn you into a cuddler.”

Diana frowns and waits until Kara has set the last of the boxes down on the coffee table before abruptly pulling her onto her lap. “I’m a great cuddler.”)

And truthfully, Diana is not a great cuddler. She gets restless, feels the urge to move burning just under her skin. She’s never been one to settle down for long, whether that means slipping out of bed in the middle of the night for a run or packing up her belongings and running all the way to a new country. But Kara has sworn she’ll make a cuddler out of Diana yet, and who is she to argue.

(The answer is that nobody lasts long in an argument with Kara Zor-El. The answer is that maybe Diana doesn’t want to argue with her, maybe she wants to stay right here--right here being the couch, this night, with Kara curled up on top of her with her eyes fixed on the movie she selected and occasionally nudging Diana to ask to trade donuts with her.)

After the fourth or fifth silently negotiated exchange, Diana lets out a brief snicker at Kara’s request. She easily swallows her last bite of powdered donut and smirks at Kara’s horribly betrayed expression.

“How could you?” Kara asks, overdramatically eating the rest of her chocolate donut with a pained expression. She’s a terrible actress when she doesn’t need to be. And yet she makes Diana laugh.

“Kara, there is a whole box of powdered donuts directly in front of you.”

Kara just rolls her eyes, like that wasn’t an obvious solution to her problem. “Yeah, but I wanted yours.” 

(And later, when Kara sucks Diana’s sugar-coated fingers into her mouth, eagerly licking the taste from her skin while the movie runs on forgotten in the background, Diana asks, breathy, “Is this what one does on Donuts and Netflix dates?”

diana, i did not bring you here to seduce kara, clark objects, and kara remembers she’s not here with just diana. 

clark, i do not take orders from you. also, kara is an adult who can make her own decisions, diana replies, a sly smile twitching at the corner of her lips. 

kara gulps. she’s being seduced? she guesses this is exactly what that feels like. every time she looks at diana, she forgets who she is. and then diana touches her hand, and she feels electricity shoot all the way up her arm--and she knows that is not a power wonder woman has. 

uh, i’ll see you--see you tomorrow, clark, kara says, trying to ignore the way his eyes grow wide--and the smirk on bruce wayne’s face. 

diana smiles at her, so softly, so genuinely that she is ready to throw herself at the feet of this woman, but diana takes her arm and guides her outside. 

diana, what are we doing? kara asks, unsteady on her own feet. 

whatever you like, kara, diana replies kindly, and then leans down to kiss her. 

once or twice, she has wondered what it would be like to kiss a woman. never did she imagine it would be like this. diana takes her breath away and steadies her with strong arms. 

when she pulls away, kara feels like she’s floating, and when diana actually tugs her back down to the pavement, she realizes she was. oh my god, she murmurs, eyes snapping open, but diana is just grinning kindly, patiently at her. 

perhaps we should find somewhere more private, supergirl, she suggests, eyes twinkling, and kara can only nod.