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Day 6

"It's hard to believe that all this came from just one tiny crystal." Lena comments as she looks at the element protruding from the central hub.

They're in the control room now, the center of this crystalized behemoth located in the icy middle of nowhere. It's a small sliver that fits easily in the palm of Kara's hand yet it's responsible for the creation of this structure and most of its contents.

"Storing memory doesn't take much." Kara and Lena both know how much data can be stocked by a tiny USB after all. "But everything else," things like forming building and sustaining the red Kryptonian atmosphere. "Involves a lot of power. Luckily, the gem is energized by the Earth's yellow sun like I am." she's proud and has every reason to be.

"Humans really have only begun to scratch the surface." she'd read about how Kryptonian crystals had the power to harness solar energy in the science room.

"The interior is mostly me though." her smile is wide and gleaming. "The architecture of the building and the landscape were programmed into the crystal but I added a few things like the designs in the rooms." Lena waits for her to continue. "The codex crystals and drawings are holograms from the crystal's archives that I chose to display." she runs her hand through them and Lena watches as Kara ghosts through the objects of a past only she remembers. "But the all statues we pass, I built myself." Kara's never been more thankful for her artistic talents. "I needed something…" she trails off but Lena can hear the words she on the edge of her mouth.

Something besides the Kryptonian images dangling in mid air. She wanted something solid and tangible against her hands that always ache to touch.

Lena's gaze flickers toward Kara's digits. She can see them dancing slowly as Kara's arms quiver as she takes a step closer. Lena know that in this moment, from how Kara tries her best to keep her appendages locked at her side, that it isn't the figures she carved from memory that she's longing to feel. She's wishing to experience Lena's warm exterior but knows she no longer has freedom to simply reach out.

"You mentioned Kryptonian militant training to be mandatory in primary school. You were taught about battle strategies and combat." Lena finds herself saying.

She'd learned that Kryptonian education was essentially cram school and the young ones were all taught the same until the children could demonstrate which area they excelled in and if they were fortunate enough to reveal an affinity for two or more areas in the Guild, then they would be allowed to choose which they would pursue for their future careers.

"Yes." she's uncertain where the conversation is heading.

She's rewarded a mischievous grin as those bright greens sparkle with interest as she steps forward, her footsteps laden with agenda.

"Show me."

Kara nods quickly and leads the way to a room they hadn't visited yet. At first glance the room is much like the others. Only this time the things that hover midair are not harmless inventions meant to help. No, they're filled with weapons and plans and a record of all Kryptonian's wars and their victories.

"This was modeled after the council's Kryptonian war room." it's time to show Lena the other side of the Kryptonian crystal.

This room contained proof that Kryptonians weren't always a peaceful benevolent race. They were a race of mighty warriors as much as they were comprised of citizens with unimaginable intelligence. They were a race to be loved as well as feared.

"How would a training room look like?" Lena questions as she peruses the contents around the room.

"Like this," she raises her hand and a module appears. She inputs a command and the holograms disappear. Lena can feel the floor beginning to change into something softer, no doubt much more shock absorbent for sparring session. "It really is my own piece of Krypton." Kara doesn't bother hiding her longing for her homeland.

Not with Lena.

"Don't suppose you'd be willing to show me a few moves?" because she wants to feel, to touch.

She no longer has qualms with admitting she misses the feel of Kara against her, her warmth and the softness of her skin, but that doesn't mean she's comfortable with Kara knowing just how much she aches for her soothing caress.

Kara responds by spreading her feet, taking what Lena assumes to be her fighting stance, in the middle of the training ground. She watches as Kara moves, explaining how the strikes are to be delivered with absolute precision in order to guarantee results. The fight styles Kryptonians developed are not meant to be lethal, merely meant to incapacitate foes.

Lena stands within an arms reach in front of Kara. Her hand moves quickly to strike Kara who barely has enough time to side step. Luckily Lena has control of her movements, stopping just before she makes contact with Kara's cheek. She cracks a smirk once she sees Kara's jaw hanging open.

"Come on then." Kara says after recovering from her shocked state, readying her stance as she faces off with Lena.

She doesn't bother dissuading Lena, knowing her words will only fall on deaf ears. There's also the small fact that Lena's a disciplined fighter, a proficient boxer who practices many martial arts styles after learning from the most renowned teachers.

She can hear the soft thudding, an already muffled sound of something being pounded on, so she zooms past the balcony without a second thought. Of course she wouldn't be this frantic If Lena didn't line the rooms in lead. Then again she couldn't blame the woman for wanting her privacy. Besides, their friendship hadn't been cultivated when Lena planned her penthouse.

Supergirl rushes toward the sound and hastily opens the door. Her mouth hangs open at the sight.

In the corner of a room stood Lena in the most figure hugging leggings she has ever seen. The creamy skin of her abdomen, arms, and collarbones are fully exposed as she dons on a sports bra.

"May I help you?" Lena holds the punching bag, stopping it from swinging, as she stares at the interloper.

"Apologies for barging in." Supergirl realizes she's been standing there with her mouth hanging open for far too long. "I was performing my rounds and I heard the strange noises." she begins her explanation.

"Spying on me?" Lena smirks teasingly.

In the beginning she would have been suspicious but now, the heroine has saved her life countless times from numerous assailants. She supposes she's earned a place on Supergirl's watch list because the heroine's making sure her efforts to keep Lena alive aren't wasted. The youngest Luthor hopes Supergirl will never approach her for nefarious reasons.

"Not spying." Supergirl assures. "Given your track record I thought it best not to leave things to chance." Lena chuckles at that and Supergirl mentally congratulates herself for contributing in the ridding the air of awkwardness.

"Better to keep me safe than be sorry." she understands Supergirl's intentions since she's spent more time being protected by those strong arms more than any other individual. "Though, I should probably apologize for taking so much of your time." there are so many others Supergirl could be helping yet it seems Lena Luthor's troubles are always on the forefront of the heroine's list.

"It's really not a problem." the smile she bares is free from courtesy, unlike the measured grins she shares with the public. "What kind of a hero would I be if I let anything bad happen to my friend?"

The words cause Lena to pause. She'd always believed their relations would be hard to define. Supergirl is one of the Earth's greatest protectors and her brother was one of its greatest criminal masterminds. As for herself, Lena simply considered herself a civilian in constant need for protection due to her status.

"Friends?" she doesn't bother masking her disbelief and Supergirl's grin widens. As she thinks back to Supergirl's visits, the nights she'd passed by and wave, or if she had time she'd actually share a conversation with Lena. She thinks of relaxed she is in her company, and of how Supergirl seems to reciprocate with her shoulders are no longer squared and her grins are freer and surely less practiced. "I'll make it a point to never lock my balcony doors then." they're past the point where Lena would suspect Supergirl's intentions.

"That'll probably make things easier." she flashes her a grin. "And I promise to keep the property damage to a minimum." Lena shakes her head in amusement. "At the very least I'll try my best not to drop in and tear your ceiling a new one." she watches as the small beads of sweat trail down Lena's neck and she feels her throat dry.

"Given the frequency in which you save my life," she finds herself saying instead of questioning both their sanities. "I could forgive a couple holes in my roof every now and again." she peers at Supergirl, notices the slightly slack jaw and raises a questioning brow.

"I didn't know you could box…" there's a look in Supergirl's eyes that Lena's never seen before but before she can discern properly, Supergirl's turning her attention toward the punching bag. "That you're adept in," she gestures toward the apparently athletic Luthor and the wooden fighting dummy in the corner of the room. "Martial arts."

"My father insisted that Luthors have to know how to battle beyond the confines of boardrooms." she takes off her gloves, unaware of those eyes on her form.

"My mother used to say 'the greatest wars are won with words'." the memory brings a somber smile to her features. "My aunt believed relying on words gets you trapped in an endless loop. She tended to take a more physical approach to ending skirmishes." her smirk is crooked now, full of mischievous memories.

"Must have made family get-togethers really interesting." the comment earns her a bemused smile. "And what do you believe?"

"I suppose it depends on the people, person, you're dealing with." Supergirl has enough experience to know that logic doesn't reach those whose minds are filled with hate and anger. "Some people can be reasoned with but some…."

"Some are beyond help or reason." Lena knows the kind all too well. "Speaking of help," she takes in Supergirl's more than slightly disheveled appearance. Her hair is as always, immaculate, but there's dirt on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. "Tough day at the office?" she also notes the soot covering her attire and the tattered edges of the flowing red cape.

"Just a regular skirmish with a cat in a tree." Lena raises a brow in disbelief because she's sure no feline would be able to dispense that much damage to the heroine. "Maybe there was a not so small fire downtown, a high speed car chase, and a small intervention with armed robbers." she cites all she's done within the past three hours. "And you?" Lena looks beautiful as always and Supergirl would say she looks ethereal if it weren't for dark rims under her eyes.

"Just a regular skirmish with a chauvinistic board member." Lena isn't done with ridding herself of remnants of her frustration.

"Well," Supergirl nods, suddenly understanding why Lena had taken to polishing her skills. "I'm sure you took him down a peg or three." and somehow, Lena finds herself casually chatting about her day with Supergirl as they make their way toward her living room.

"With my words yes." she can't help but clench her fists at the memory of his insubordination.

"But you wish it were his face you were punching instead of the bag?" even without hearing her quickening heartbeat, Kara knows the anger hasn't fully faded and can understand that feeling of being maligned when all she's done is try and contribute good and kindness to the world.

"Would it be too worrisome if I admit to wanting to punch him in the face?" guilt courses through, flooding her veins.

"I won't hold it against you if you did." those Kryptonite greens look upon her in disbelief. "You know, I haven't been a heroine for too long." Supergirl reminds. "There are still a lot of people who compare me with Superman." she understands, all too well, what it's like to stand in the shadow of someone great.

"Well, I prefer your company more than that pompous cousin of yours." Lena stills then, wondering if she's crossed a line, but then relaxes when she hears Supergirl's boisterous laughter.

Supergirl smiles, easy and relaxed, knowing there's no malice behind the Luthor's words.

"Likewise." she finds herself saying. "And I apologize for cutting your training short." she stays by Lena's side as they enter the kitchen area. "I would have loved to see your right hook." she admits as she accepts the glass of water Lena's sliding her way.

"Yours is far better, I'm certain." Lena replies after taking a swig off her drink, remnants of the liquid dripping from her lower lip down her neck before getting lost in the valley between her breasts.

"I don't know about that," Supergirl focuses her gaze on those Kryptonite depths. "I bet without all the superness, you'd be able to send me flying to the moon and back." she can feel the fluttering in the pit of her gut coupled with a floating incandescent desire to constantly be in Lena's presence.

She refuses to display weakness. Just because they're on the path to mending doesn't mean the wounds have fully healed. Kara's betrayal no longer leaves a blazing inferno that scorches her very soul but there's still pain, a slight stinging sensation whens she breathes, which she knows without a doubt can be soothed only by Kara's gentle caring hands.

But she won't say this outright. Lena won't give permission so readily. She certainly won't admit to missing Kara's arms holding her with a tenderness that always succeeds to thaw the frost prickling against her ribs.

So instead she moves quickly, swiping her leg from underneath Kara, watching as the heroine falls flat on her back against the floor but not without reaching out and dragging Lena down as well. Somehow they land gracefully, both breathless, as Lena relishes in her victory and straddles Kara's hips.

"You're amazing." Kara says in breathless awe of Lena.

Gold cascades in waves as Kryptonite depths observe the seemingly docile creature whose hands have now settled on her outer thighs. They seem to be inching upwards as she meets those usually bright blues that seem to have grown darker and suddenly Lena finds herself drowning in an ocean of want.

Kara settles her hands on Lena's hips and her perfect brow arches upward because it's quite unlike the bumbling Kara Danvers to be so bold or for the heroic Supergirl to be so wanton.

"Did you mean it?" Lena asks as Kara Zor-El lies beneath her.

Again, Lena knows she doesn't have to elaborate. Kara's peering deep inside, gazing right into her core so there's no need for long winded explanations. Just a simple answer is needed to an unvoiced question.

In keeping with her theme for the week, Kara surges forward, wanting to show Lena exactly what she means instead of simply telling her.

Kara reminds with a gentle smile before she presses her lips against Lena's and it's not at all gentle or filled with trepidation like Lena constantly imagined a first kiss with Kara Danvers would be.

It's also not at all urgent and powerful like she thought, fleetingly after seeing the heroine grab the side of the helicopter she was on as it was hurdling down, a kiss with Supergirl girl would be.

This first kiss is nothing like Lena ever dreamed as Kara's hand, certain and strong, grips the back of her neck. Her tongue pushes past Lena's teeth, sharp and consuming, as it meets the roof of Lena's mouth and all Lena can do is fall into Kara's chasm. Her thoughts lost, mind in an abandoned haze, as she grinds her hips onto the fervent body beneath her and for the first time since she can remember, Lena feels free. This is something she never realized she wanted, her mind free of consequence.

Lena pulls on her bottom lip. The moan released vibrates through her teeth and the way Kara's absolutely flushed and full of desire allows Lena to realize that this, this is everything.

"Lena." she murmurs breathlessly against Lena. "I know I don't have a right to ask more of you but," Kara's hand rests on Lena's cheek, her thumb grazing a prominent cheekbone. "Even if it's only for the remainder of this week, please." she's never wanted anything more than to feel and taste every inch of Lena and bury her heart deep inside Lena's soul where no force can ever tear her away. "Let me love you the way I always dreamed I should." and there it is, the last bit of truth Kara has to part with has been shared.

And Lena understands her motivation for sharing her truths.

She understands the pull, the way want and desire draws them closer and closer, the way they become simply impossible to ignore, and it's clear Kara feels the same.

"Convince me." Lena urges and Kara's unwilling to let another chance slip by.

Kara Danvers would probably stop to insist they move to a more appropriate place, a room with a bed, and reason that their first time shouldn't be on a Kryptonian training room. Supergirl would be as proactive but she too would be worried about decorum. She'd use her strength and super speed to lay Lena down on a mattress.

But Kara Zor-El doesn't bother thinking about propriety, about should and should not's of first times.

She's too focused on her need to trace her existence onto every inch of Lena. She's too consumed by Lena to be bothered by the where's and how's. The softness of her cream colored skin and Lena's warmth envelopes Kara and greed seeps its way into her veins. She wants to feel more, to run her tongue over until all she'll taste for the days to come is Lena.

She doesn't have access to her powers, doesn't have the ability to carry Lena all the way on the other side of the fortress, but it doesn't bother Kara.

Under this makeshift red sun she can lose herself in Lena without worry.

She flips Lena onto her back and doesn't bother asking if this is okay though it isn't fear that any questions would lead the other woman to change her mind that keeps her from pausing.

It's clear that Lena has no designs to stop as she scrapes her nails, encouraging and urgent, against Kara's taut lower back. She snakes her hands through Kara's now open robe, pleasantly surprised that her hostess has decided to fully honor Kryptonian fashion and isn't wearing any earthly undergarments unlike herself.

Kara gladly evens the score, divesting Lena of her shirt, before diving to drown in those slender arms and her welcoming mouth.

When I was younger, time felt so slow but now I feel like there's not enough. Anyway, life's been busy so I haven't had the time/motivation to update and write. I promise all my works will be finished in due time though so thank you for your continued support. I hope the stories I write continue to entertain and soothe.