First Dance, First Look
“It’s a cluuuub, Kara! No one dances in their grandmother’s sweaters and loafers,” Lena calls from her bed. She’s mindlessly sifting through a financial report as she waits for Kara to come out of the closet.
In the literal sense.
Inside Lena’s massive walk-in closet, Kara fidgets with the strapless black dress she’s trying on. It hugs her body tightly. Too tight. She turns in the mirror, her hands sliding down her sides as she takes in the dress from all angles.
Rao. This is too much.
“Danvers. I’m waiting.”
Lena’s voice is verging on impatience even though the tone is kept light. Kara sighs and takes one last look in the mirror before stepping out in front of Lena. Her cheeks go red as Lena’s eyebrows raise, her lips pursed.
“No. Try the other one.”
Kara throws her hands up, “Lena, this is the tenth dress I’ve tried on!” she gestures wildly towards Lena’s own outfit. “What about you? You aren’t going in that, are you??” Kara realizes her mistake the instant the words are out of her mouth. Of course Lena’s wearing that. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
Lena cocks her head and stands. The deep purple dress she’s wearing fits her snuggly, revealing plenty of thigh. Kara swallows, the plunging neckline teasing her, Rao she can’t keep her eyes off of it. Lena steps closer and Kara’s breath quickens. They’ve been dating for months but Lena seducing her is never something Kara can get used to. And Lena knows it. She gently lifts Kara’s chin until Kara’s forced to move her eyes from Lena’s chest to her eyes.
“Try the blue,” Lena breathes. “It’s my favorite.” Lena kisses her, lingers for a moment on Kara’s lips, before stepping back and smiling.
Kara nods numbly in return and retreats once again to the closet.
“And we’ll have to do something about those glasses! You don’t have contacts, do you? My God, you’re hot Danvers, but in that librarian sort of way. Tonight I need less Marian and more….more Scarlett Johansen,” Lena returns to the bed and opens back up the report.
Inside the closet, Kara freezes. The blue dress waits for her but she can’t seem to move. In the months that they’d been seeing each other, Kara’s secret identity had never come up. Never been an issue. Her moonlighting job was just that. A job. Separate and distant from her personal life and relationships. Especially her relationship with Lena.
“Kara, for the sake of all that is good, will you just put it on?”
Lena sets down the report, no longer able to focus. No sounds come from the closet and Lena removes herself once again from the bed to take on her reluctant girlfriend. Getting Kara Danvers to go out is hard enough, but factoring in a dress that actually makes her look like a woman and not a 15 year-old girl just adds to the complexity.
“You haven’t even put it on yet?”
Lena walks in on a half-naked Kara who is still struggling to remove herself from the fabric of the black dress. She hops slightly, trying to prevent herself from falling over.
“Kara, Kara, darling.” Lena quickly catches her by the shoulders, “That dress was more than your salary last year. Please don’t rip it.” Kara stops moving, mumbles an apology, and lets Lena slide the dress the rest of the way off. She steps out of the discarded black number and watches as Lena picks up the blue one.
Lena twirls a finger, indicating that Kara needs to turn around.
“I still cannot believe,” Lena begins as she puts the dress on Kara, pulling it up over her hips, “you have this body,” Lena pulls the zipper up the back and turns Kara back around to face her, “and never use it.”
She steps back, obviously pleased with her handiwork, quickly adjusting a few creases near the hem.
Kara faces the mirror. Lena was right. Of course. The blue dress fits perfectly, not too tight, revealing yet still hiding enough to keep one wondering.
“Well? Better?”
Kara reacts, “It was you who didn’t like the black one, I didn’t say a word!”
“Well, I knew you’d hate it…”
“Then what was the point of this!” Kara is exasperated. Trying on clothes at human speed, aka very slow, is not her favorite activity. Let alone Lena forcing her to try on every dress in her wardrobe for the past hour. She huffs, “You knew I’d wear the blue all along.”
Lena takes her by the wrists, her hands slowly moving up Kara’s arms, “What’s wrong with wanting an excuse to see that ass?”
Kara blushes, the redness from earlier returning to her face, “Fine. You win this one, Luthor.” She leans in, closing what little space was left between them. Lena accepts the kiss, but only for a moment before she breaks away.
“Ah. But one more victory…”
Lena reaches up, “The glasses.”
Kara quickly backs away. The distance between her and Lena is suddenly tripled. “Uhh…you know…I’d rather not…I can’t see! Remember? I can’t see. No contacts. So I need them. I need them to see and if I’m not wearing them then I can’t see and I can’t see you and I want to see you so I should…”
Lena is quickly making up the ground Kara has put between them, ignoring her ramblings, while Kara backs up further into the wall.
“So I should…wear them…to see you.”
Kara’s voice peters out. She’s retreated against the wall with Lena planted firmly in front of her. Her face is one of amusement mixed with annoyance.
“I think,” again, Lena reaches up, “you’ll be able to see me,” she slowly removes the glasses, “just fine.”
But she doesn’t see Kara.
She sees Supergirl.
In the blue dress.