The soft hum of L-Corp’s penthouse echoed around the open space as the golden hues of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lena Luthor sat at her desk, eyes scanning over a few papers, but her mind wasn’t on the numbers or projections. It was on the woman who had just flown in through her open balcony doors.
Kara Danvers, clad in her casual clothes, was hovering just inside the apartment, an almost giddy expression lighting up her face. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?" Kara asked, her voice a warm, melodic note in the otherwise quiet room.
Lena chuckled, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands on the desk. "Not at all," she replied, her gaze never leaving Kara as she effortlessly made her way over to the couch. "I could always use a distraction." She let her eyes linger on Kara for a moment longer than necessary, the blue of her friend's eyes catching the last rays of the sun.
"Good," Kara grinned, her eyes twinkling as she finally landed gracefully beside Lena. She adjusted her glasses, pushing them up her nose with a mock-serious expression. "I brought food."
"That's your idea of a distraction?" Lena teased, arching an eyebrow. "Food? I had hoped for something more... exciting."
Kara raised an eyebrow in return. "Exciting?" Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "You want exciting? I can fly us to the moon."
Lena’s lips quirked into a small smile. "No," she said softly, "I think I like having you here. It's... more than exciting enough." She couldn't stop the words from slipping out—there was no denying the pull she felt whenever Kara was near, even without her cape.
Kara caught the subtle shift in Lena’s tone, her heart fluttering in a way that made her feel vulnerable. "Well," she said, attempting to mask the sudden intensity of the moment with levity, "I did bring Chinese takeout, so... maybe that's just as good as the moon."
Lena laughed, shaking her head. "As long as there's dumplings involved, I think I can live with it."
"Done." Kara pulled out a small bag from her oversized tote and handed over a container of steaming dumplings. "And I got your favorite."
Lena's gaze softened as she took the container, her fingers brushing against Kara’s. "You know me too well," Lena said quietly, her voice lower than usual.
Kara’s heart skipped a beat. "I try." She had always admired Lena’s strength and intelligence, but lately, it was something else that made her heart race. Something softer. Something that made her wish she could be more than just Supergirl to the woman sitting beside her.
They ate together in comfortable silence, the only sounds filling the room were the occasional clink of chopsticks against porcelain, the soft hum of the city beneath them, and the gentle rhythm of their breathing. Eventually, as the last of the food was finished, Lena put down her empty container and turned to face Kara.
"Kara..." Lena’s voice was full of an unspoken vulnerability, one that had been building ever since the first time Kara had crossed her path in National City. "Can I ask you something?"
Kara looked at Lena with a gaze that held all the sincerity in the world. "Anything."
Lena exhaled softly, as if she were gathering her courage. "Why do you always make me feel... like I'm the most important person in the room?"
Kara’s heart ached at the question. She shifted on the couch, inching closer, the space between them shrinking until she could reach out and gently touch Lena’s hand. "Because you are," she said, her voice hushed, yet firm. "To me, Lena, you always are."
Lena felt her breath catch, her pulse quickening as Kara’s hand held hers with a tenderness that left her speechless. She hadn’t realized how much she craved the honesty that came from the woman beside her. The woman who had been by her side through thick and thin, despite the chaos their lives often became.
A soft smile tugged at Lena’s lips as she squeezed Kara’s hand in return. "You make it so easy to believe in the impossible," Lena murmured, her eyes locked on Kara’s, and in that moment, nothing else in the world seemed to matter.
Kara swallowed, her gaze soft and vulnerable. "Lena, I—"
Before Kara could finish, Lena leaned in, her lips capturing Kara’s in a gentle kiss. The kiss was slow, exploratory, as if testing the waters of something new, something that had always lingered just beneath the surface but had never fully blossomed until now.
Kara's heart raced as she responded, deepening the kiss, her hand finding its way to Lena’s cheek, gently cradling it. It was everything she had dreamed of—and more.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling. Kara’s smile was shy but full of emotion. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long," she whispered.
Lena’s lips curved into a smile, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of Kara’s jaw. "So have I."
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The world outside the glass walls of the penthouse seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them, caught in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Eventually, Lena spoke again, her voice soft but filled with promise.
"Stay with me tonight, Kara," she said. "Just tonight. No capes. No secrets."
Kara’s heart surged with a tenderness that took her breath away. "I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else."
And as the night stretched on, they stayed in the warmth of the moment, wrapped in each other's arms, a quiet understanding passing between them, like an unspoken vow. Tonight was theirs, and the world could wait.