Chapter 18
“Kara, you have a crush,” Lena’s voice came through the computer while she looked at her blonde friend with amusement.
“I so do not have a crush,” Kara blustered, waving off the comment.
“You so do, you acted the same way around Lucy before you got your act together and started dating her.”
The blonde sputtered for a bit before letting out a sigh, “Alright, okay, yes, I have a crush on Sara’s older sister, but Lena, you should see her. She’s gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and she’s passionate about helping people, about changing the world.” Kara let out a sigh, “She’s… amazing.”
“Then ask her out girl, talk to her.”
“No, no way, she’s like twenty four, and I’m nineteen, why would she be interested in somebody like me?”
“Kara, my friend, I don’t know what mirror you look in every morning, but it needs to be cleaned. You are smoking hot, not to mention insanely talented and one of the sweetest people on the planet, why would anyone not want to date you?”
“Jay didn’t want to date me,” Kara muttered bitterly, “Lucy didn’t want to keep dating me.”
“Jay was a baby and scared off by your terrifying little brother kicking him in the shins,” Lena retorted, moving out of range of the camera to grab her drink off her nightstand. “And I thought you made peace with your break up with Lucy. I mean you’re still friends and it’s been years.”
“I know, and I have, it was a mutual breakup, but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt and leave a bit of an impression on me.”
Lena nodded sympathetically, “I get it, I do. I mean, I didn’t have a serious relationship during high school but…”
“What about that one girl from the debate club you were dating for the majority of junior year?”
The brunette waved dismissively, “That was purely physical, we had a really good time while we were hanging out, but it wasn’t serious, no emotional connection like you had with Lucy or that base attraction and infatuation with Jay.” Her green eyes sparkled in amusement, “But it seems you’re feeling this type of intense, physical attraction right now.”
“Lena,” Kara groaned.
“Spill, what does she look like, I know you said she’s beautiful, smart, etc etc, but I need details.”
A dazed expression crossed Kara’s face as she lost focus and trained her unseeing eyes on the wall, “ She has brown hair with blonde highlights, beautiful dark hazel eyes, bright smile. She’s actually a little shorter than me, but she definitely rocks the heels and power suit look. She’s a lawyer, working at one of the big firms in the city for awhile while she tries to reconnect with Sara…” Her voice trailed off as Lena burst out laughing, falling back on her bed away from her laptop. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh my god, seriously, you can’t see it?” The brunette asked, propping herself up, “You seriously can’t see it?” When Kara shrugged, Lena let out a frustrated groan, “You have a type!”
“What? No I don’t, I like all kinds of people.”
“Oh I know,” her friend replied, her eyes rolling, “Remember, movie nights where you and I discuss our celebrity crushes and what not, and you basically named someone from like every continent that you’re infatuated with, but that’s different from this. Those are just brief infatuations that you giggle over, this is something that causes you to ruin your knickers at night or at random times during the day.” She smirked at Kara’s flushed face. “You have a type, badass brunettes with dark eyes that have a weird savior complex apparently turn you on and leave your insides a quaking mess.”
“Wh-what?” Kara sputtered, “No, of course not, no, that’s not, no.”
“Uhuh, right,” Lena said, rolling her eyes, “I have to go to bed, Metropolis is like three hours ahead of you, so I’m exhausted, I’ll talk you you later. Oh and Kara, ask Laurel out already.” Before Kara could sputter out a protest, Lena had turned the video off, leaving Kara to stare at herself on the screen.
“I knew it!” Sara yelled, slamming open the adjoining door, “You have a thing for my sister.” She pointed an accusing finger at the girl who had yelped and slammed her computer shut when the door burst open. A small part of her was disappointed that Kara had a thing for her sister rather than her, but she to stamp down those feelings. She was attracted to Kara, even a blind person would be able to notice how beautiful she was, but she didn’t have feelings for her beyond that, Sara knew enough about herself to be able to tell that. The taller blonde was her friend and she had experience on the dangers of entering into a physical relationship with friends. The majority of her was torn between amusement and delight though, it would be hilarious if her sister and Kara started dating. Laurel needed someone to remove that stick up lodged up her ass and who better than a bright, bubbly blonde?
“I do not,” Kara sputtered, but Sara just grinned and shook her head.
“No, you so do, and we’re going to discuss this apparent type of yours later, but for now, we need to figure out how to get Laurel on a date with you.”
Kara knew it was futile to keep denying her growing feelings for the woman and fell back on her bed with a flop, letting out a low groan. “I don’t, she’s just, there’s no way she would go on a date with me,” she said, her arm tossed over her face. “I mean, I’m only nineteen, what could she see in me?”
Sara just scoffed and waved away Kara’s excuses, “That’s only five years Kara, it’s not that big of a deal. She just graduated law school and took the BAR exam like the freaking over-achiever that she is; it’s not like she’s some hot shot lawyer just yet, she’s just starting out.”
“But she does have a job, I’m just a simple art student that just got a job at a coffee shop a few weeks ago, what do I have to offer?”
“A devastatingly hot body,” Sara deadpanned, “A wide smile, a beautiful personality, a mom with more connections than the government-”
“Sara…”
“Look, Kara, you are an amazing person, and I don’t understand how you can’t see that; anyone who doesn’t see that is obviously crazy,” the shorter blonde said, sitting down at the foot of Kara’s bed. Kara just grunted and turned away to face the wall, pressing her face into the faded stuffed dog that Carter had given her years ago. “Kara,” Sara murmured, rubbing her calf, “How much have you and Laurel been talking in the past few weeks?”
Kara just shrugged, “I don’t know, we text, sometimes we meet up and I show her around the city…”
“These are classic signs that my sister is into you,” Sara said, “If she wanted to be shown around the city, she would just call me, what she wanted was to spend time with you without being too obvious about it.”
“Really?” Kara asked, looking over her shoulder at her blonde friend.
“Really,” she emphasized, “Besides the fact, whenever my sister calls me, she just ends up asking about you most of the time, nothing intrusive, but she’s curious.”
Kara froze, her eyes wide, “Oh Ra- golly, what do I do?”
“Ask her out on a date!”
“I can’t do that!” Kara stated, sitting up to look at her friend. “What if you’re wrong, what if she doesn’t- no, I can’t do that, no no no.” The taller blonde buried herself under the pillows and blankets again, and Sara sighed, leaving the room.
“She okay?” Megan asked when her roommate walked back into their room.
“She’s just being a baby,” the blonde sighed, collapsing on her own bed. “She’s totally into my sister, but she’s convinced that Laurel would never go for her. She’s currently hiding under all of her pillows and blankets like a weird Kararrito.”
“‘Kararrito?’”
“You know, Kara burrito,” Sara continued, “Stupid thing is that Laurel is into her as well, but Laurel isn’t the type to ask anyone out on a date, she’d rather be the one being asked.”
“That’s stupid.”
Sara just waved her hand, “She’s always been that way, ever since we were kids she had all these guys and girls following her around, so she didn’t really need to ask anyone on a date.”
“So they’re both hopeless then,” Megan sighed, “So what are you going to do?”
“What makes you think I’m going to do anything?”
“Because I’ve lived with you for more than a year and I know how much you love to meddle.”
The blonde just shrugged at her words and fell back down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before sitting up again. “I just have to get them on a date, without knowing that they’re going to be going on a date.”
“And that is going to work how?”
“It’ll get them talking, maybe more if Kara is lucky,” Sara replied. She searched around her bed for her abandoned phone, locating it under her pillow and quickly sent her sister a text. Her phone chimed a few minutes later and Sara smirked, a pleased expression crossing her face. Her plan was so going to work.
“Are you insane!” Kara yelled, using her mother’s patented ‘Grant gtare’ on her blonde friend. The shorter blonde had burst into her room over an hour ago, claiming that she was in the mood for wings and wanted to go out, and bullied her into going with her. Kara showered and dressed, and followed her friend out to her car only to find that it was a set up. “I can’t, I mean, what, what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that one of you needed to woman up and ask the other on a date, and since that clearly wasn’t going to happen, I decided to do it,” Sara retorted. Kara turned to leave when the shorter blonde latched onto her wrist, drawing the girl’s attention back to her. “Look,” Sara started seriously, “I know this wasn’t what you expected, and it was pretty low of me, but if I had to wait for either of you to get your act together, we would’ve graduated by that point.” She gave the taller girl an unimpressed stare and Kara glanced away, refusing to acknowledge that Sara might be right. “Kara, my sister is sitting in there expecting to have dinner with me, but she’s going to be meeting with you instead, you don’t want to let her down do you? Leave her stranded?”
Kara scuffed her shoe lightly on the ground and sighed, “No.”
“Good, now go enjoy your date. And maybe if you play your cards right, you’ll get lucky,” Sara winked at the girl and Kara squeaked.
“Sara!” The taller blonde cried, “I don’t, I haven’t, I don’t do that on a first date.”
“Second date then,” Sara mused.
Kara rolled her eyes and walked towards the door of the restaurant before glancing back at Sara, “I should’ve known this was a setup, you have an American History midterm on Monday.”
Ice blue eyes widened in terror and Sara muttered an emphatic “Shit!” She turned to head back to the car, waving at Kara as she left. “Bye Honeybun, have fun!”
The Kryptonian rolled her eyes at her friend and took a deep breath before walking into her usual haunt. Her eyes instantly found the elder Lance seated towards the back of the pub, a dark leather jacket wrapped around her frame and a bottle of beer lazily clenched in her hand. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck and tumbled over one of her shoulders. Hazel eyes captured blue as Kara approached, causing the blonde’s breath to hitch and her palms to sweat. She wondered momentarily if she blew out her powers, but Laurel’s voice halted her growing panic.
“I figured this was some kind of setup,” she murmured, leaning back in her seat, “I didn’t think you would be in on it though.”
“I- what?”
Laurel cocked her head and scrutinized the girl for a moment, “Sara, my sister, she texted me a said she wanted to hangout tonight despite the fact that she has a midterm on Monday. I figured she was up to something and decided to humor her, but I didn’t think that you would be part of the package.”
Kara sighed as she dropped into the seat across from Laurel, “I didn’t know, not until a few minutes ago when Sara told me.” The waitress came around and set down Kara’s usual drink order, a large root beer and a glass of ice water, before taking Laurel’s food order and disappearing back into the kitchen.
“I take it you’re a regular here,” Laurel mused, sipping at her beer.
“Yeah, I’m here at least two or three times a month during the school year,” Kara replied, “Look, Sara set this up as a… I don’t know, her own weird way of trying to help, I’m not sure. But you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
“What’s your usual order?” Laurel asked, staring at the girl curiously.
“Um,” Kara blinked at the change in topic but answered the question. “Wing platter, 25 wings, five different flavors with sweet potato fries and steamed broccoli.”
Laurel’s eyes at the amount of food the younger girl could consume and took a long gulp of her drink. “I like a woman that appreciates her food,” she whispered, looking at the blonde through hooded eyes. “Since Sara went through all this trouble of setting up this up for us, let’s make the most of it and enjoy the evening. Besides, I’ve already ordered and I really want to see you eat 25 wings in one sitting. We can use this time to get to know each other more outsides of texting anyway.” She winked at the suddenly blushing blonde and leaned back in her seat again.
“Huh, right,” Kara blinked, willing the blood to dissipate from her face.
They talked about different things, Kara asking what law school was like and how the law firm was working out for her, and Laurel asked how her art projects were coming. By the time the food was set down on the table, Kara’s large platter of wings, sweet potato fries and broccoli, and Laurel’s pub burger, the two had shifted away from small talk towards more meaningful discussions. Laurel was watching in fascination as Kara inhaled her plate of chicken wings before starting in on her side dishes.
“So Sara’s always been doing those pick-up lines then,” Kara laughed, tears forming in her eyes as she and Laurel walked out of the pub towards the parking lot. The older girl had been telling her a story from high school about her first girlfriend when she was in 9th grade and how Sara turned into a blubbering mess around her and tried to use every pickup line she knew on her, despite the fact that she was only in sixth grade.
“She has,” Laurel laughed as well, “I wasn’t sure what to do with her when she started spouting this corny lines she no doubt heard from kids at school so I just let her keep rambling as she made a complete fool of herself.”
“Sara also said that she slept with your boyfriend,” Kara commented before she could stop herself. At the wince from the older girl, she knew she probably shouldn’t have said anything but Kara knew it was probably best that it was addressed sooner rather than later.
“Yes, she did do that,” the brunette sighed, “My sister and I haven’t always had the best of relationships, but I’m trying, we’re trying. It’s just… it’s complicated, there’s a lot of history there.”
Kara nodded. She understood, she did. Kal, Clark, had attempted to reach out to her a few times since she started college, and while she took his call the first time, listening to him babble on about his life, growing up on Earth, how Metropolis was, things that she should be doing, she realized that there was too much history between them to have a meaningful relationship, too much bad history.
Laurel studied the blonde girl and knew that she understood the difficulties between her and her sister. “I had a lot of fun tonight Kara,” the brunette said after a few minutes.
“Me too,” the blonde replied, “I haven’t had this much fun in awhile, not since the last time I went on a dat-um, it’s, it’s been awhile.”
The brunette caught the almost slip from the younger girl and smiled, stepping closer to the blonde. Night had descended, casting National City in shadows; there weren’t as many street lights in the area like there were downtown, so there were dark shadows along the ground and sides of the buildings. Laurel subtly guided Kara back into the shadows of the building, a predatory smirk on her face. “So you had a good time, I had a good time,” Laurel said, running her fingers up and down Kara’s arm. “Seems to indicate that we should do this again sometime.”
“Uh uhuh,” Kara replied, nodding her head slightly.
The smirk on Laurel’s face grew as her fingers shifted from light brushes to teasing strokes. Kara felt heat build in her chest and face as her blood rushed through her. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen a girl enjoy her food as much as you did,” Laurel murmured. “I would love to go out with you again and see what other noises you can make.” The blonde felt the blonde in her face increase and she was sure that she was turning a bright shade of red. She nodded her head and Laurel’s grin widened before she pulled the blonde into a hot, wet kiss.
Kara’s hands twitched and they instantly find place on either side of Laurel’s face. The woman’s tongue slipped between her lips, pulling a moan from deep within the Kryptonian, and an answer groan from the brunette. Laurel’s curled around her own and Kara matched her thrust for thrust. By the time they broke away, they were both breathing heavily and Kara’s hands were fisted into long strands of golden brown hair. “I knew you would make the best sounds,” Laurel murmured, her lips brushing against the blonde’s.
“Mhm,” Kara replied, her mind still lost in a daze.
Laurel laughed at bit at the blonde’s expression, “Do you need a ride back to your dorm?” Kara nodded and Laurel led her over to a classic black motorcycle. She unlocked the helmet from the seat and handed it to Kara before she straddled the bike.
“Not exactly the ride I expected from a lawyer,” Kara said coyly as she eyed the woman on the bike trying not to drool, “And where’s your helmet?”
“I have a different car I use for the office and official things, and I like to live a little dangerously.” She winked at the girl again and Kara felt her heart thud loudly in her chest she thought for sure the woman could hear it.
Kara gulped and pulled the helmet on over her head before straddling the bike behind the older girl. She pressed herself closer to the lithe brunette in front of her and wrapped her arms around her waist. “You ever ride a motorcycle before Kara?” She heard Laurel's voice and Kara set her chin on her shoulder.
“Just a crotch rocket,” she breathed in Laurel's ear, “Not a classic motorcycle like this one.”
“Crotch rockets are fun,” Laurel smirked, “But nothing can beat a classic Harley.” She revved the engine and Kara felt the hum and vibration race through her entire body, causing her to shift lightly on the bike pressing in closer to the older girl. “Hang on,” the brunette said, peeling out of the parking lot.
The ride to her dorm was shorter than Kara would've liked. She was enjoying the feel of the power between her legs, and the firm press of the body in her arms. Laurel pulled over in front of her dorm and put her foot down to prop up the bike for Kara to climb off. “That was so much fun,” the blonde laughed as she climbed off the motorcycle and took off the helmet, shaking out her long hair.
“So just as good as a crotch rocket?” Laurel asked, a teasing lilt in her voice as she took the helmet from Kara's hands.
“Mhm,” Kara hummed as she reached up and combed her fingers through long brown hair. She tilted Laurel's head back, fishing her hands in her hair for leverage, and leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. The blonde pulled back after a moment and watched as Laurel's eyes fluttered open to look up at her. “Does that answer your question?”
Laurel blinked and grinned, “We're definitely going to have to do this again if only so that we could do that again.” Kara stepped away from the curb and Laurel drove away after pulling the helmet on over her head. The blonde's stomach clenched as Laurel revved the engine as she drove away and she walked back to her dorm in a daze with a dopey smile on her face. She unlocked her door and pressed herself back against the door, letting out a long sigh as she slumped down a little.
“So how was your date?” Sara’s voice broke her out of her daze and she shrieked, spotting the blonde sitting on her bed with a shit eating grin on her face.
“Rao, Sara!” Kara yelled, placing a hand over her chest. “Why are you sitting in my room in the dark?!”
“I heard you in the hallway and you were taking too long so I came in here to wait,” Sara replied, “But nevermind that, how was your date?”
“Good, really good,” Kara sighed again. “I haven’t had that much fun in a while, and Laurel is so… she’s just so much, so sexy, beautiful, and she drives a motorcycle.”
“You’re one of those kind of girls aren’t you?” Sara smirked, “The bike really gets you going.”
“Mhm,” Kara said, sliding back against the door, “I am in so much trouble.”
“Are you sure your girlfriend doesn’t mind you posing for me?” Kara asked, looking up from her large sketchpad to glance warily at her friend who was lounging on the chair she brought into her private studio room. Most of the art majors in the drawing or painting specialties received small studio rooms to store supplies and work when the regular studios were full with classes or too loud to concentrate. It wasn’t a large room, but it was big enough to suit her current purposes.
“I’ve told you that Lexie is totally fine with this,” Kyle replied as he rearranged the sheet that was partially covering his private parts and adding a unique coupling of line and shadow to the composition. “I took figure drawing too you know, I know how difficult it is to find people willing to pose as a nude model outside of class.”
“I just don’t want it to cause problems in your relationship. I mean, you guys have been together for a while now.” The blonde set aside her sketchbook and stepped away from her drawing horse to fiddle with the spotlight she had borrowed for her work.
“She’s cool with it,” the man replied flippantly, “In fact she thinks it’s kind of hot, wouldn’t mind coming to watch a session, maybe even a threesome if you’re into that kind of thing.”
“Kyle!”
“What? My girlfriend thinks you’re hot, even hotter when I told her you were bisexual… pansexual…”
“Undefined,” Kara corrected. She never felt that the labels humans give themselves and their own sexuality fit with her since she wasn’t really human.
“Right, that, so she was totally intrigued.” He pouted a bit when he looked up at her as she was positioning the spotlight, “I think she was more impressed by your muscles than mine.”
“If you worked out more, she might be impressed by yours too,” the blonde replied, turning on the spotlight.
Kyle blinked at the sudden increase of light to clear away the spots in his eyes. “Speaking of girlfriends, does yours mind that you’re using me as your nude model?”
“Laurel isn’t my girlfriend,” Kara corrected, returning to her sketchpad to start her warm up drawings.
“But you guys have been going out for a month.”
“We haven’t really talked about it yet,” Kara replied, “And stop moving so much, this is for my final project, the model isn’t supposed to move.”
“The model also isn’t supposed to get a stiffy, but that’s happening as we speak.”
Kara glanced up from her sketchpad and grimaced as she saw the tent forming in the draped fabric. “Kyle!”
“What? It’s cold in here, it’s a natural reaction I can’t help it.” Kara gave him an unimpressed look and he sighed, “Fine, I’ll try to make it go away. Third grade Mrs. Lewinski always does the trick.”
The blonde rolled her eyes and went back to her drawing; she sketched Kyle for half an hour, getting enough information on the composition and value to complete the drawing later before getting him to change position for another drawing. She needed to have five full figure drawings with different instructions for each one, along with the portfolio of assignments she had completed in class. Two of the drawings had to be self-portraits, which she had already finished, but she need a full figure drawing in an environment, one depicting a particular mood, and one with an unusual viewpoint.
“So why didn’t you ask Laurel to model for you?” Kyle asked. He finally warmed up a bit from the heat of the lamp and images of Mrs. Lewinski floating through his mind instantly caused his penis to shrivel down to a manageable size.
“I told you we haven’t really reached that stage in our relationship, I mean we haven’t even labeled what we are yet.”
“But you want to,” the man pointed out.
“Of course I do, Laurel is funny, caring, beautiful, sexy, a little bit on the dangerous side, why wouldn’t I want her for a girlfriend, or want to be her girlfriend?”
“Then why don’t you talk to her about it, that way you can get her to be your model for one of these drawings. Just imagine, hot brunette lawyer, naked, laying in your bed covered only in your bedsheet; it would be hot.”
Kara gave Kyle another dry look, “Originally I was wondering why you, a guy, were talking about these things, but then I realized that you just like imaging it don’t you?”
“I can be sensitive, feminism and all that, liberating men and women from the roles that society has restricted them to!” When the blonde continued to glare at him, the man winked, “And it is hot.”
“If I promise to talk to Laurel later, would you please stop talking about it?”
“Fine fine, but we’ll have to talk about something else because it is boring just laying here when I can’t sleep.”
“Fine, what do you want to talk about?”
Kyle hummed as Kara told him to change positions again and he adjusted himself into a new pose. “Who would win in a fight, Superman or Batman?”
“Is it a fair fight or real fight?”
“Real fight.”
“Definitely Batman, no contest,” Kara replied. She had gone up against the Dark Knight a few times when she visited Kate in Gotham and despite being human, the man was strong and smart. He used all of her superpowers against her and took her down without any problem. She had been learning from both Batman and Batwoman so she was able to hold her own well enough but she knew her cousin wouldn't stand a chance against either of them. It had been proven by Kate's string of pranks against Metropolis’ hero; she had eased up over the years but still caught him in a net of foam and spray paint just to keep him on his toes.
Kara and Kyle debated between superheroes and fictional characters, debating who would win in a fight. It was something they did each time they hung-out, but they would make it more inventive with different specifications or add more people to the mix. Three hours later, Kara finished her sketches and gave Kyle money for pizza which was the agreed payment, and left Kyle to go meet up with Laurel. She dropped her sketchbook off in her room and sped through a quick change before rushing out in front of her building.
Laurel was waiting for her, leaning up against her bike as she waited. “Hey babe,” she greeted standing up to properly kiss the blonde.
“Hey,” Kara smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly from happiness. “Where are we headed?”
The brunette waved to the basket strapped to the back of the bike. “Picnic in the park, lucky for me the weather isn't still pretty warm in November to be able to have an outdoor picnic.”
“One of the perks of living in southern California,” the blonde replied. Laurel smiled and handed her a helmet before slipping on one over her own head. Kara climbed on the motorcycle behind the brunette and wrapped her arms around her waist. The older girl revved the engine and Kara shivered in delight as Laurel pulled away from the curb and headed towards the park. She took a slower route to the local park so as not to disturb the picnic basket on the back and to enjoy the younger girl’s arms wrapped around her for a little longer.
Fifteen minutes later, Laurel pulled into a parking space along the road on the south side of Grant park. It was on the opposite side of the city from the one she frequented with her mother and brother, but it was larger. Her month donated the money to the city to set up a large community park though the older woman told her it was partially out of selfish reasons; she wanted the smaller park on the western side of the city to continue to be free of people so Kara could go play with the ducks whenever she wanted. The blonde was proud of her mother either way and even prouder when the city named the new park after the woman.
Kara climbed off the back of the bike and handed Laurel the helmet. The girl locked the helmets on the motorcycle, but Kara grabbed the picnic basket before the brunette could. “Did you have a location picked out or did you want me to suggest one?” Kara asked as she smirked at the pouting brunette.
Laurel shrugged and took the blonde’s free hand, “I figured we could just walk around a bit and find a place. I haven’t had a lot of time to explore the city with my caseload increasing, what freetime I do have I split between you and Sara.”
“I hope you spend more time with Sara than me,” Kara told her, tugging her towards the more shaded area of the park where the trees were still cloaked in their autumn colors.
“When she lets me, she has a pretty busy social life as you know,” the brunette replied.
“Apparently those pickup lines do work on occasion.” She found a spot under a red maple tree, and Laurel quickly took the basket from the girl and pulled out a blanket to lay on the ground.
Laurel tugged the younger girl down onto the blanket and started pulling food out of the blanket, placing most of it in front of Kara. The blonde grinned and started in on the food, listening as Laurel told her what she could about the various cases she was helping with, everything that was available to the public anyway, and what she thought about the clients.
“If you don't like working in corporate law, why don't you try something else like being a DA or one of those lawyers that works with nonprofits?”
“I thought about it,” she sighed, “But I want to pay off most of my law school loans. With the money I make now and the funding I got, I should be able to pay them off in a few years, not living extravagantly of course. Hence why I have roommates. I might reevaluate in a few years.”
Kara cocked her head and thought about how much law school was and part of her wondered if that was another reason Lucy was joining the army, they would pay for her schooling. “A friend of mine is going to be going to law school,” she said after a moment. “After she finishes up at West Point.”
“A friend?”
“Well,” Kara blushed, “An ex-girlfriend but she's still my friend.”
“Anymore Ex's I should know about?” Laurel teased.
“None that are were really important,” the blonde murmured, “Just a crazy best friend and an overprotective little brother that likes to kick people in the shins.”
Laurel winced and rubbed at her legs, “Good to know for if I meet the younger brothers.”
Kara nodded but Kyle’s words from earlier drifted through her mind. “Laurel, what are we doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean are we hanging out, are we dating,” Kara stressed. “We never really discussed this and we've been doing this for over a month now, I guess I would just like some clarity.”
The brunette scrutinized the blonde for a moment and Kara had to resist the impulse to squirm from her gaze. “Would you like for us to be dating, to consider what we're doing dating?” Laurel asked, “Because I do. I don't really do causal relationships much anymore.”
Kara nodded her head after a minute, “I, yeah, yeah I would like that.”
“Well then, Kara Grant,” Laurel started as she reached up to tangle her fingers in long blonde hair, bringing her face closer to capture her lips in a slow but passionate kiss. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She whispered when she broke the kiss, her lips still brushing lightly against Kara's.
“Yes.”