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Considering all the craziness of the evening, and the fact that it's only a five minute drive back to Lena's place, Kara decides to walk her home. It gives them a little more time to decompress, to come to terms with the sudden shift of their relationship. Riding in a limo is nice, but holding Lena's hand is nicer.
They're silent almost the entire time, sneaking glances all the while, and smiling privately when they catch the other looking.
Upon arrival to the sleek, imposing high rise, Lena turns to her and says, "Well, I guess this is goodnight."
Lena looks at her expectantly and Kara blinks in confusion for a second and then goes, "Oh! You want to kiss!"
The distinguished looking doorman stares over at them and Kara tries not to flush with embarrassment.
She fails.
Lena chuckles at her dumb outburst and replies, "Only if you want to."
"I do, I really do, but I'm not sure I like having an audience," she says, glancing towards Garth, who has dutifully looked away.
"Performance anxiety is it?" asks Lena, killer eyebrow raised.
Lena is so utterly gorgeous, so completely out of her league, that Kara can't fathom why she's attracted to her. Lena's a genius billionaire with the poise and wisdom of someone twice her age.
And Kara is a perpetually broke weirdo who sometimes forgets basic Earth words and then stands there stuttering like a moron.
"Something like that," she mutters, eyes downcast to the sidewalk. It's surprisingly devoid of chewed gum. Guess that was one of the perks of living in the most upscale part of the city.
"Well...you could always come up."
Kara whips her head up at that, mouth agape, eyes as round as saucers. "You mean...you want to...you and me...and...and...sex?!" she half squeaks, half shrieks.
She just barely registers Garth looking over in their direction once more. Rao, she's never going to be able to look him in the eye again. Which is a pity because they had hit it off earlier this evening.
Lena stares at her like she has two heads and darn it if she doesn't feel like it too. What the heck is wrong with her??
"No, Kara, I just meant...it was really nice spending time with you tonight. Being close with you.” Lena squeezes their still joined hands. If Kara were capable of sweating without kryptonite breaking down her defenses, hers would be long past clammy by now. “I really enjoyed myself and I think you did too. We don't have to do anything at all. Just watch a movie. Or talk. Drink tea. But if you did want to kiss a bit, I wouldn't say no to that."
Lena glances down to her lips, almost seems to lean in. Then she shakes herself out of it and looks into her eyes again, patiently waiting for her response. Lena's unassuming nature combined with her restraint sets Kara's mind at ease. Well, puts it more at ease. Enough to actually agree to this scheme.
"Okay,” she says more confidently than she feels.
Lena flashes her a smile and then tugs them towards the currently opening door.
“Ms. Luthor,” nods Garth. “Ms. Danvers.”
There's an awkward moment when she accidentally catches Garth's eye and his knowing smirk and Kara dies a little more inside.
Kara has the distinct impression that she would follow this woman anywhere. It's both an unsettling and exhilarating realization. Being beholden to someone. Being with someone. Belonging.
---
Restlessly, Kara sits on the large, plush couch and metaphorically wrings her hands as she waits for Lena to come back.
She had given Kara an impish grin and told her she was going to slip into something more comfortable. And now Kara is spinning out again.
This is so not how she thought tonight was going to go.
Sure, she often got the warm fuzzies when she was around Lena. And sure they had magnified ten fold since the kryptonite barrier had been removed. And sure every time they touched tonight, she felt more alive than she ever had before, crashing aircraft notwithstanding. And sure she had dreamed about hugging Lena for weeks now, holding her for minutes on end, never letting her go.
But the idea of actually kissing Lena. On the mouth. Gosh. Maybe in the mouth, was more than her frazzled mind could comprehend. She's afraid her jittery nature is going to result in injury. And she's not keen on reliving her teenage years thank you very much.
The urge to just fling herself out the balcony window is mounting, reaching a fever pitch. The longer Lena is gone, getting into Rao knows what, the closer she is to losing it completely.
Just as she's about to take off, identity be damned, Lena returns.
Kara does a double take when she registers her outfit. She had been expecting something even more scandalous than the gala dress, so she's surprised to find it's the exact opposite. Lena is donned in casual wear, in a comfy, soft looking sweater, and a pair of well worn sweatpants. Her feet are even clothed in fuzzy white socks, nothing she ever expected to see Lena Luthor in. On top of this, her hair is down now - a little messy in places after the tight updo it was previously in - and her face is clean of makeup. She almost looks like a totally different person, and for a brief moment Kara wonders if they are in fact even more similar than she previously thought. Maybe she wasn't the only one with a dual identity?
It's all so unlike her fierce CEO getup that it makes Kara's brain short circuit in a similar way to that of the gala dress the first (and every subsequent) time she saw it. Oddly, this new look was actually more attractive to her, if only because it didn't intimidate the heck out of her.
Lena gives her another sly smile like she knows exactly what she's thinking, and then makes a cute scrunchy face at her current attitude. That is to say, Kara was frozen halfway from getting off the couch and flying away. It's an awkward pose that only someone with incredible balance and knee strength could hold for so long.
“Were you going somewhere?” frowns Lena further. “Do you not want to stay?”
Kara plops back down and pats the space beside her in answer, and Lena brightens once more and settles in. They sit close but not quite touching. Lena pulls a cashmere blanket over both their laps that probably costs more than a week's salary, and turns on the TV with her voice. Or rather, it pops out of a hidden panel in the wall and immediately loads into Netflix.
The connotations of that aren't lost on her Kryptonian mind, but before she can freak out all over again, Lena puts a hand to her knee over the blanket and tells her to relax.
"Whatever you want to watch, just say it out loud, Kara. I'm fine with whatever you choose."
Predictably she picks a comfort film, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. As usual she daydreams about how much more money she would have in her bank account if she could seed clouds with her freeze breath whenever she was hungry and get a snack out of the bargain. Granted, if something like that were possible on this planet, it would be absolutely terrible for the ecology. And of course, the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator quickly becomes disastrous to the fictional town of Swallow Falls.
Unfortunately she's having trouble focusing on the familiar antics playing out before her. Lena has scooched closer, pressing their shoulders and thighs together. Instantly, her body wakes up, awash with feeling, turbulent like a superstorm. When she doesn't protest, Lena rests their heads together too, takes her hand underneath the covers, plays with her sparking fingertips.
It seems as though Lena won't take things further than this, not unless she does so first. While Kara is grateful for that, she's also a little frustrated now that the tension between them has returned, the tension that had been steadily growing all night, but that she hadn't fully understood the meaning of. Until now. She's never had to be the initiator. She always just stood there and let it happen.
What was it that Cat Grant said? Don't be afraid to dive? Honestly the water metaphor went on for so long she kind of forgot most of it. But the message was still the same; stop getting in her own darn way and just do it.
Steeling herself the same way she would when dealing with the devil necklace, she turns her head towards Lena. Lena stares back at her, expectant once more, and this time Kara doesn't hesitate to take the plunge.
The first press of lips is tentative, chaste. The next, decidedly not so.
Kara hasn't kissed anyone since James and that had been a rather short-lived affair. In fact, she's hardly kissed anyone in the past year, newfound Supergirl duties taking precedence.
So it's far from surprising when she gets a little carried away, when she pulls Lena into her lap, fingers locked around the small of her back, and makes out with her like her life depends on it.
The fact that the recipient of said kisses is so receptive, so vocal about her approval, so tactile with her hand placement, only serves to spur Kara on. Whatever nerves were holding her back before are all but forgotten, replaced with an almost all consuming lust.
It's kind of what red kryptonite feels like in the beginning. Your inhibitions get shattered and you just react, just do whatever feels good in the moment. And Lena feels very, very good to her heightened senses.
She's squeezing Lena to her person, tighter and tighter, desperate to be connected as closely as possible, desperate to breathe in every inch of her delectable scent.
And then Lena makes a different kind of sound, one not borne of pleasure, not exclusively anyway, and Kara finally snaps back to herself and higher brain function.
"Lena, Lena, Lena," she says breathlessly, light headed like she's been exposed to kryptonite. Something she knows is impossible because Lena is still wearing Alura's necklace. "We need to stop."
She gently pries Lena back, away from her neck where she was doing unspeakably wonderful things.
Lena looks at her with hazy, hooded eyes, dark and vast as black holes. Though her hair and clothing were largely left untouched, she still looks thoroughly debauched, and Kara shivers slightly.
"I'm afraid if we don't stop I'm going to hurt you. And well...there's that," she finishes somewhat lamely, glancing down at her crotch.
Thankfully, she's already flushed from arousal, so further embarrassment is undetectable.
Lena follows her gaze and frowns. "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?"
Her tone is sinfully low and it's all Kara can do to withhold the full body shiver, to dive right back in.
"I, uh...well..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you have a penis? Because I don't care.”
"No, I don't have...one of those.” She feels like a child for not being able to say that word out loud. “But it's not going to be like yours either. Alien anatomy and everything. I've never really come up with a good Earth word for what it's comparable to. I just...I don't want you to freak out and-"
"I won't freak out, I promise. But I can see that you're not comfortable with continuing tonight.” Lena's face collapses in apparent internal chastisement. “And, Kara, I apologize for pushing as much as I did. I never should have invited you up in the first place. I knew something like this would happen... and I selfishly let it."
Kara brings a soothing thumb to her chin, tilts her gaze back up. Patiently, she waits for Lena to look her in the eye.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up like that. I could have said no. I wanted to be here with you. I'm just as much to blame. And honestly, out of the two of us, I'm pretty sure I got the most carried away.”
Lena bites her kiss swollen lip as if in remembrance of the recent goings on, and Kara is instantly distracted, gaze locked on like heat seeking missiles. She's positive if they get started again, they won't be able to stop. And since that's a bad idea for so many reasons, she really needs to extricate herself from Lena's exquisite embrace and go home.
They stare at each others lips for several more rocky moments, barely daring to breathe, and then Kara somehow finds the strength to lift Lena off of her. Quietly, she collects her purse and puts her shoes on. Lena walks her to the elevator, holding her hand, and Kara presses the button.
“Thank you for the lovely evening, Lena.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” responds Lena cheekily.
Kara rolls her eyes, blushes again. Rao, had they really just done that?
“Well, I guess I'll see you?”
She doesn't mean for it to sound like a question, but honestly, just because they made out like horny teenagers doesn't mean they're now dating. Or that it would happen again. Though, she thinks she would probably die if it never did. Her entire body is still singing with the unexpected exploits of the night.
“Stop by whenever you'd like.”
The elevator dings and opens.
Kara makes a point of fingering the chain of her mother's necklace before she steps inside. “I really do love how that looks on you.”
Alex thought she was crazy for giving Lena that. At the time, she wasn't so sure herself. But after tonight, she can say for certain it was well worth the sacrifice. She wonders how her mother would react to knowing her final parting gift was used for (unintentional) seduction, and that it may well be the reason her daughter ends up getting laid for the first time in quite awhile.
Lena smiles warmly at the praise. Kara gives her a peck on the cheek and then reluctantly leaves.
---
The next morning she finds a surprise waiting for her on her desk. The elaborate blue ribbon wrapped around it tells her that it's a gift. The quality of the highly varnished box tells her that it's an expensive gift.
Inside the sumptuously cushioned box marked Patek Philippe, lays an absolutely gorgeous analog watch, the rim of which she believes is made out of solid gold. It's a tasteful, elegant and understated design, nothing ostentatious, and completely her style.
Though there's no card, it's obvious who this is from. Apparently Lena noticed the missing watch on her wrist and decided to rectify the situation in spectacular fashion.
Kara assumes the gift has the desired outcome when Lena smiles brightly at her unscheduled noon time appearance at L-Corp.
She holds the watch case out and says, "Lena, it's gorgeous but you shouldn't have. It's too much and I can't-"
Lena lifts a hand to stop her in her tracks. "You can and you will." She raises an eyebrow that brooks no disagreement. "I insist."
With her own words thrown back at her, Kara has no choice but to assent.
Lena plays with Alura's necklace and says, "Now we both have something of value from the other. Seems fitting don't you think?"
"Yes, I suppose it does,” she sighs, defeated.
She really needed Lena to keep on wearing her mother's necklace, and if this was the compromise she had to make, so be it. Undoubtedly, Alex was going to complain and assume the worst; that Lena Luthor was trying to buy her affection in order to wiggle even more dangerous truths from her lips. Or she's going to think that the watch is bugged and demand to thoroughly examine it, and then 'accidentally' break it when she finds nothing sinister. Kara might just need to keep this secret and safe whenever she's not in Lena's presence.
"All right then,” says Lena, clearly satisfied with her underhanded tactics. “Now that that's settled, why don't you come over here and give me a thank you kiss?”
Kara shakes her head in begrudging amusement as she closes the distance between them, for the first time happy to do so in this room. She puts the watch case aside on Lena's desk and then snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her near, but not flush. She doesn't want things to get out of hand again, not when she has to be back at work in short order.
“Hey,” says Lena, wrapping her arms around her neck. Lena smiles slightly down on her on account of the killer four inch heels.
“Hey yourself,” she responds, sweeping some silky hair out of her face. Her palm stays there, resting on her baby soft cheek. “You're incorrigible, you know that?”
“The sentiment may have been expressed once or twice, yes,” is the immediate reply, eyes crinkling endearingly.
Lena's heartbeat kicks into high gear when she looks to Kara's lips, so Kara finally acquiesces and kisses her. Though the shade is nearly indistinguishable from last night at the gala, it must be a different brand of lipstick because it tastes different. Not in a terrible way per say, but it's certainly not her favourite. However, she forgets all about the chemical aftertaste when Lena slips her some tongue.
That desperate, primal part of her brain is starting to take over again, and Kara unfortunately can't allow it to, so she forces herself to end the kiss prematurely. The Matrix's so called enlightened programming apparently didn't fully take when she was created. Either that or Lena somehow had a way to bypass her genetic coding, bring out the more animalistic, unrefined, human side of her. One thing was for sure, she had never experienced this with anyone else, before or after arriving on Earth.
Lena chases her lips when she abruptly pulls away and blinks at her in confusion. So Kara distracts her by picking up the watch case and handing it to her.
“Your turn,” she says, voice rough with repressed desire.
It takes a few seconds for Lena to get it. Understandable if her brain is as fuzzy as her own. Lena pops the lid open, retrieves Calatrava, and slips the brown, slightly shiny alligator patterned strap around her wrist. Lena takes her time securing it in place, fingers repeatedly brushing the hyper sensitive skin there. She's pretty sure Lena is doing that on purpose, possibly trying to coax her back into another kiss.
Kara doesn't fall for this Victorian seduction technique. But she does repay it in kind by taking the devilish hand in her own and bringing it to her lips in silent thanks.
Funnily enough, this is the action that gets Lena to blush, not literally having her tongue in her mouth. She's noticed that odd quirk of Lena's. The soft gestures seem to unravel her even more than the aggressive ones.
They stare at one another as they are wont to do, and then Lena walks out to the balcony, presumably to get some fresh air and clear her head. Kara follows her there and tries to think of something to say, other than goodbye.
Slowly, Lena taps a finger against the railing. “So what exactly happened to it? Your other watch?”
“Oh,” she says sluggishly, not quite sure how to respond. She doesn't like lying to Lena, but she can't exactly tell her the truth either. Not as things currently stand. “It was an accident.” That much is true. She forgot to take it off before Supering...and the concussive impact her fist made with a recent hard-headed alien adversary, shattered it beyond repair.
Lena side-eyes her curiously, clearly waiting for elaboration.
Kara casts her gaze outward, surveys the city for inspiration. Luckily it strikes when she hears the familiar vroom of a familiar engine.
“I, uh...I had a biking accident.”
“Someone clipped you?” frowns Lena.
“No, I uh...dropped my sister's motorcycle...on myself.”
She tries not to cringe at her own idiotic deception. How incompetent it makes her sound. Why she didn't just go with Lena's suggestion, she doesn't know, but future Kara will be forever thankful that she didn't.
Lena completely freezes at this remark, her heart speeding up again. Kara thinks it must be out of concern for her well being, but Lena's next words seem to belie that assertion. Lena turns slightly towards her and breathlessly says, “You ride?”
Kara nods. “From time to time I manage to coax my sister's baby away from her.”
That much is also true. And despite what Alex thinks, she knows she's a good driver. After all, she's never actually had an accident. Something even her sister can't claim.
Lena doesn't respond for so long, and her heart is hammering so hard, that Kara is ironically the one getting concerned for her well being.
“Perhaps you can take me for a ride sometime?”
The way Lena says that makes her think there's some sort of hidden meaning, but for the life of her, she can't parse it out.
“Yeah, maybe,” she shrugs. “My sister is very protective of her baby and will probably never let me near her again.” She grins. “Although, a bottle of good whiskey tends to do the trick.”
Not that she could often afford the exorbitant extortion her sister demanded for access to her baby. And somehow Alex always knew when she took her out without her consent. The days or even weeks long silent treatment that resulted from that action was not worth it anymore.
Lena turns to her fully, grips her by the biceps, nails digging in, an alarming glint to her eye.
“Lena?” she prompts, slightly afraid.
Urgently Lena says, “What kind of whiskey does your sister like??”
---
Nearly everyday the following week, Kara makes an excuse to visit Lena at work. Usually in the guise of feeding the sometimes malnourished CEO. Lena gratefully accepts the food, even if it's not always to her liking, and even more gratefully accepts the hugs and kisses Kara keeps giving her.
Kara just can't seem to help herself. Now that she's free and clear of the kryptonite barrier, it's all she can do not to touch Lena at every possible moment. However, she makes a point of only visiting Lena at work. She's not quite ready for what would come with a return to the penthouse at night.
With a spring in her slightly too fast step, she bids Jess good day, smiles brightly, and pushes her way into the office.
And nearly falls flat on her face.
It doesn't take a genius to know why.
Lena smiles over at her and Kara wants to scream with frustration.
When Lena tightly wraps her arms around her in greeting, Kara practically melts out of her skin. She sags a little into Lena, the effort to keep herself upright with the kryptonite digging directly into her chest too much.
"Mmm, I missed you too. Long day?"
"You have no idea,” she manages to get out without vomiting. “Feel like I've been run over by a truck."
"Been there before,” chuckles Lena, the sound grating. Blessedly, Lena pulls back and gestures to the donut bag currently housed in her death grip. “I suppose that's why you're here bearing sugary relief?"
Kara returns the smile and hopes it's not a grimace. Her nerve endings feel like they're on fire now, her eye twitching uncontrollably.
Before Lena can comment, she makes a show of going over to the bar and pouring herself a glass of water. The slight distance provides much needed relief, so when she gulps down the entire glass in one go, the sigh she releases is genuine.
"You, uh, you're not wearing it anymore," she says casually, glancing down.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind?” says Lena, placing a hand to the devil necklace. She bites her lip. “It's just...I'm so accustomed to wearing my mother's necklace. I felt naked without it."
The thought of Lena naked breaks her brain for a few seconds.
"Of course I don't mind.” Then under her breath, “Wouldn't want to get between you and your mother."
Lena stares at her, starts moving towards her. "Kara? Is everything all right?"
Not mentally prepared for this interaction at all, the adverse effects are hitting her with an extra wallop. If Lena touches her again, she'll probably spontaneously combust.
"I, uh, I just realized I have a...a dental appointment,” she clumsily lies, dodging Lena's outstretched hand. “Don't want to get any cavities.” She turns at the door to face a puzzled and downtrodden looking Lena. It's killing her to reject Lena right now. But not as much as the kryptonite is. “I'll uh...see you tomorrow?”
Lena gives her the smallest, saddest smile and Kara wants to punch the wall.
Rao. What the heck was she supposed to do now?
---
"Absolutely not!"
"I have to tell her! There's no other option now!"
"Stop seeing her!"
"You'd love that wouldn't you?! And how does that stop her from wearing it?!”
"Send her an anonymous email!"
"Like she'd listen to that!"
"I'll tell her then!"
Rather than respond to their pointless back and forth, Kara composes herself a bit.
"It has to be me,” she says, more subdued. “I'm the only one she's going to believe at this point. And besides...I don't want to keep withholding the truth. It doesn't feel right now that we're...involved."
She blushes slightly and Alex rolls her eyes.
Her sister takes a healthy pull of her likely lukewarm beer, grimaces, and then shakes her head. "I still can't believe my oblivious kid sister realized she was gay before me."
"I'm not gay. Well, I don't think I am. I'm not really sure what I am.” She shrugs. “But we didn't actually have labels on Krypton, so it doesn't really matter. I'm just me. Just Kara.”
"Whatever,” says Alex charmingly. “I'll get the NDA printed out."
It's her turn to roll her eyes. "How romantic.”
---
Meet me at my apartment. We need to talk.
It's been two days of radio silence. Two days of not knowing what the hell is going on. And now this text message. Lena's been fixated on those last four words for the past hour, unable to focus on anything else.
Her mind has just been a chorus of no no no no.
Nothing good ever came from those four words. They almost always signified one thing.
She delays leaving work for a solid three hours, digging her heels in, afraid to face the music. It's only when Jess all but forces her to leave that she finally relents to the universes cruel and unusual punishment. Being a Luthor, she should be used to it by now. This crushing sense of lose and disappointment. And yet, just this once, Lena thought she could hold onto something nice.
Of course she couldn't be that lucky. Of course Kara finally saw the error of her ways. Lena was damaged goods, bad code, a plague that wiped out everything good in its wake.
Kara yanks the door open even before she knocks. This is doubly surprising considering it's almost midnight.
She stands there stupidly with her arm raised.
“You came,” breathes out Kara. “I was beginning to wonder...”
Lena can't do anything but stare. Kara is devoid of glasses, her eyes bluer than she's ever seen them. On top of that, her luxurious hair is down, cascading over both shoulders. She looks even more like a goddess than usual, and if Kara dumps her looking like that, Lena doesn't think she'll ever recover.
She all but flings herself at Kara, pulls her tight to her chest. Any sense of dignity is long gone now. She's reacting purely on instinct. “Kara, please give me another chance! Whatever I did, I'm sorry! I promise to never do it again!”
Kara makes a strange garbled sound and pushes her off. Lena nearly cries on the spot at this action, nearly breaks down completely when Kara moves further and further away from her. She settles in the kitchen. Then with a pained smile, gestures towards the living room. “Please, take a seat, Lena. I think you're going to want to be seated for this.”
Lena closes the door, sighs sorrowfully like she's headed to the gallows. Once seated, Kara bizarrely asks her to take off her necklace. Bewildered, she nonetheless does as she's told. She's helpless to refuse Kara anything.
Kara herself then slowly approaches. She sits on the coffee table in front of Lena and holds out her shaking hand. Lena deposits the necklace there. Kara makes a tight fist and turns her hand around.
Ugly green veins spring into existence. The unnerving discolouration spreads further and further up Kara's arm the longer she holds her mothers necklace.
“What on Earth?” she mutters, equally fascinated and repulsed.
Kara's voice is as tight as her now violently shaking fist. “More like...what on Krypton.”
Lena stares at her blankly for several seconds and then, “You're Kryptonian? You're...Supergirl?”
“Surprise,” says Kara sheepishly, eyelids half shut in pain, as if her glasses somehow normally helped in this regard.
Panicked, Lena pries Kara's hand open, alarmingly easily, rips the kryptonite away, and tosses it as far as the confines of the small space will allow.
She hops to her feet, her own fists balled in fury. “All this time I was hurting you?! How could you let me do that?! Why didn't you say something?!”
Somewhat gratifyingly, the Girl of Steel cowers at her towering form.
“I didn't know how to without revealing my identity,” says Kara faintly, as if she's still in the grips of her one known weakness.
“Why didn't you come to me as Supergirl then?! Right from the start?!”
“I didn't want to muddy the waters. Pretend to be two people with you. Because even though we had just met, I knew there was something special about you.”
She better not be referring to her breasts, because while they are quite spectacular, she really hoped Kara wasn't quite that shallow.
“And I didn't know if you'd believe the cousin of the man who drove your beloved brother mad and murderous.”
“Kara, I told you that day in the restaurant that I came here to work with Supergirl!” she says exasperated. “Obviously I didn't have a problem with her!”
“And if that had happened before you knew I was an alien, I might have come to you then.”
If Kara was trying to insinuate that this whole mess was somehow her fault, she had another think coming.
Before she can berate National City's most infuriating hero, Kara finishes with, “In any case, you can't wear the necklace anymore. It's bad for your health."
Lena nearly blows a gasket at that. "My health! My health she says!"
She stomps some distance away from Kara, afraid she might punch her.
"It's radioactive, Lena! It could give you cancer!"
She turns back around to face Kara, who is also standing. She looks so earnest that Lena can't help but to soften, to quell her own indignation at the well meaning moron.
"Kara, kryptonite can't hurt me," she says as calmly as she can manage, like she's addressing a slow child. "It fuels me. Fortifies me. Allows me to spend insane hours at work without burning out."
Now it's Kara's turn to be confused. Serves her right after that horribly worded text message that nearly gave her a heart attack. If anything was bad for her health it was the dummy standing in front of her.
"What are you saying? Are you telling me you're not human? Are you telling me you're like...Metallo?"
Lena shakes her head and anxiously worries her lip. She's never actually told anyone this, not even Jack. Best to just rip the band aid off, get it over with. Tit for tat as it were.
"I'm telling you that I'm a witch."
"A witch?" parrots Kara, uncomprehending.
"Same as my mother,” she nods. “My magic is channeled through the crystal.” Feeling a little insecure, she crosses her arms. “Is this going to be a problem for you?"
"A problem? It's gosh darn amazing!” explodes Kara, megawatt smile in place. “You're like Hermione Granger!"
Reassured that everything is going to be all right, after all, she decides to show off.
"I don't think Hermione can do this though," she says staring over at the necklace for some seconds. Then it suddenly shoots over and into her now waiting hand.
"Rao! That was so cool!"
Kara vibrates on the spot, for the first time unrelated to kryptonite. And damn, she really should have picked up on what was happening much sooner. She's kind of embarrassed now that she's calmed down. Apparently her keen observational skills go out the window when Kara Danvers is involved. Or whatever her real name is.
"You just accio'd necklace! With your mind! I was wrong, you're not like Hermione! You're like Dumbledore! The greatest wizard to ever live!"
Lena sticks the now crystal clear kryptonite back in Kara's hand which quiets her down. Her hand doesn't pulse with sickening poison. And if Lena has any say, never will again.
"I can deactivate it, Kara," she explains to the unasked question. "My magic will be weaker and I can only keep it off temporarily, but it won't harm you anymore."
Kara gets a dreamy look on her face as she gazes at Lena, and predictably, Lena blushes at the undue attention.
"Kryptonians are weak to magic. Guess that explains why I fell for you so easily."
Lena shakes her head, blush intensifying. "How did I not know my girlfriend was such a dork?"
"I'm your girlfriend?" says Kara, eyes wide in disbelief.
Lena rolls her eyes affectionately. "Yes, Kara, you're my girlfriend.” She plays with the lapels of Kara's handsome button up before resting her palm flat on her chest. Kara's heart is hammering away as fast as her own. She looks Kara in the eyes and raises a seductive eyebrow. “So what does my girlfriend think about exploring more of her alien anatomy together?"
“I don't know,” murmurs Kara, features clearly conflicted. “I mean...I want to...but I don't want to hurt you.” She flushes. “I have trouble controlling myself when we...you know.”
She had a feeling this might come up again and was prepared accordingly. It was always fun to explore, or rather, revisit old spells in her mother's grimoire. She hadn't had much use for this one in the past. Something that was likely to change for the foreseeable future.
“Rest assured, Kara, I can handle myself...and you, if needs be.”
So saying she lifts Kara off her feet with ease, then holds her with arms outstretched like she's a giant baby. Kara gapes down at her.
Understandable reaction considering that the extremely dense, impenetrable nature of Kryptonian physiology made them much heavier than one would expect. And well, she's not exactly a body builder.
She puts Kara back down feeling slightly drained from the strength spell she just employed. She has a strong feeling she's going to need a lengthy recharge from the kryptonite after tonight.
She runs a finger over the pulse point of Kara's wrist, back and forth several times. “So what do you say, Supergirl, do you want to have some fun?”
A thrillingly predatory look suddenly clouds Kara's features and Lena feels a deep tug of arousal in response.
Then without further ado, Kara picks her up bridal style and superspeeds into the bedroom.