It was time. She knew it was. They'd been sleeping together for months. It was more than that, though. She knew there was something real between them, even if they hadn't verbalized it just yet. I'll do it tonight, Kara thought. In spite of her determination, she knew she wouldn't. She knew that as soon as she opened the door to the scent of pizza and the sight of Lena's coy grin, she'd fold.

She folded as easily as the extra cheesy slices from Mario's they scarfed down while a movie played in the background. That night was Lena's pick: Rachel Getting Married. Kara wasn't surprised. Lena always chose something intense and cerebral with a female lead. The only exception was the night they watched Moonlight, when Lena said, "I've been meaning to watch this since it came out," and then giggled at her unintentional pun - already slightly tipsy.

They settled into the couch, pizza in hand. Most nights they rarely made it past the first half hour of their chosen entertainment - too distracted by wandering hands to focus on anything else - but tonight was different. Kara was content to simply sit snug against the brunette's side, drinking in every last glance.

Soon, the movie was nearly two-thirds finished, as was the pizza. Their plates were left on the coffee table, littered with crumbs and grease.

Anne Hathaway spoke softly in the background as Lena balked. "Was everyone in 2008 blind or are we just supposed to ignore that no one at this traditional Indian wedding is Indian?"

Kara smiled fondly at the exasperated woman. "Both?" She guessed, trailing her eyes over the brunette's profile. So beautiful.

Lena caught her gaze, blushing self-consciously. "What?"

"Nothing," Kara smiled.

"What? Do I have sauce?" She wiped at her cheek, pulling back a clean palm.

"No, you're fine," The blonde grabbed a pale wrist, intertwining their fingers as she pulled the hand into her lap. "It's just…" She surged forward, pulling the businesswoman into a chaste kiss. "You're cute," she whispered as her head rested against the brunette's own.

Lena smiled bashfully in response, biting her lower lip before kissing the other woman again. This time, less reserved. It was near-bruising with need. A switch had been flipped and there was no going back. Sighing into the kiss, Kara repositioned herself to straddle the brunette with ease. Her hands gripped the back of the couch, pinning Lena in place as their lips moved languidly, smearing red lipstick. Kara's tongue toyed at the brunette's soft lower lip as she felt needy hands grip her hips, pulling her impossibly close.

Kara's nails dug into the back of the couch as Lena's teeth tugged at her lower lip. Her hips instinctively rolled forward, seeking contact.

The brunette smirked, one eyebrow perfectly arched. "Eager?"

"Shut up," she mumbled against still-cocked lips, muffling any further response with a kiss. It didn't take long before Lena eased her hands off the blonde's hips, snaking them over heaving breasts, down to the clasp of her jeans.

As much pleasure she took in teasing Kara, it was that much sweeter giving in. Her fingers met slick heat and she groaned, recalling the blonde's earlier text message. I'm always wet around you. The blonde sighed into her ear. "Told you," she whispered before nipping at the pale skin.

Lena bit her lip as she rubbed gentle circles against Kara's clitoris. Her hips canted, attempting to find greater pressure. She needed more. It was a tight fit, but Lena tucked her hand further into the front of Kara's jeans, dipping one finger right inside where Kara needed it most.

"Fuck, Lena," she moaned. Ripping her t-shirt off above her head, she pushed one of her lover's unoccupied hands to her still-clothed breast. Her hips ground steadily onto the finger probing at her core, bouncing on her knees.

Lena watched in awe as the woman's muscular figure moved with purpose above her. With each movement - every pass of Kara's clitoris against her palm, every thrust of her hand to meet rolling hips - she felt her own arousal grow. "Take your pants off."

Kara nodded blissfully, allowing her partner a moment to remove herself. Lena met her gaze, sucking the arousal-soaked finger into her mouth. At the sight of the brunette drinking in her wetness, Kara stumbled off of her lap - quickly kicking off her pants and underwear. She knew what was coming, and god, did she want it.

Laying back on the couch, she spread her legs lazily as Lena crawled forward in-between them. The brunette watched the steady rise and fall of Kara's chest stutter as she placed two nips on her inner thighs before tasting the pooling wetness at her core.

Kara moaned at the sensation of Lena's tongue trailing between her folds, finally settling on her clit. She sucked the bundle of nerves in-between her lips and the reporter's fingers immediately pressed at the back of Lena's head, nails scraping gently…urging her on. She could feel the woman grinning against her core, but didn't care as long as her tongue didn't stop. "Inside," she begged. "Fingers." She was breathless.

Lena slid two fingers in with ease, thrusting them in and out of wet heat. Kara's hips moved on their own volition, meeting Lena's thrusts. It wasn't long before she felt the blonde's muscles begin to contract around her fingers. Kara's moans grew louder, more unhinged…coming beautifully undone under Lena's skilled body.

After a moment, she lifted her head to look at the brunette. Sated. "Hi," she sighed with glazed eyes and a grin. "C'mere."

With a smile, Lena placed a gentle kiss to a tanned abdomen. She extracted herself, not particularly mindful of her dress anymore as she laid across the blonde. Glancing over at the television, she noticed the credits had just started. She laughed, "We missed the end."

"Rachel got married," Kara explained.

Lena rolled her eyes, but smiled adoringly as she captured the blonde's lips in a chaste kiss. Kara could taste herself on the other woman's lips. Breaking the kiss, Lena placed her head on Kara's chest, resting silently for a few long moments as the blonde trailed her hands in mindless patterns across her back.

"So, I've been thinking…" Kara started.

Lena hummed in response.

"Well, game night is coming up and maybe you'd go? As my girlfriend?" She suggested hopefully.

Lena turned her head to look directly at the other woman. "Kara…you know how I feel about you." And she did, or at least she thought she did. Right up until Lena said those words like that. "I just…I can't. You know that."

From day one she knew Lena wasn't out, couldn't be out. That if her family ever found out she would lose her job, her inheritance, her entire way of life. So, Kara got it. Maybe she didn't completely understand it - she was an underpaid reporter who had been openly bisexual since high school - but she knew the fear that drove it. She remembered the tricks her mind played on her before she came out to Eliza and Jeremiah and she knew that for Lena there was no illusion. It was utterly and devastatingly real.

"I know," she grimaced. "I'm not saying we announce it to the world, but my sister doesn't even know." Lena looked thoughtful as Kara continued, vulnerable but jovial. Teasing, as she tickled the brunette's side. "How do you feel about me?"

"Hey!" With a squeal the businesswoman squirmed away. When her laughter calmed, she spoke. Kara was happy to see the worry washed from her face. Her eyes were soft. "I think you're beautiful and utterly frustrating and kind and sexy and an absolute dork. I really like you, Kara Danvers."

When Lena moved to place a soothing kiss against her breast, just above her heart, Kara spoke. "Lena, I hate to break it to you, but I think you are my girlfriend."

Lena moved for rebuttal, but cut herself off with a sigh as she processed her own words. Kara was right. Resting her forehead against the blonde's chest, she shrugged. What's the point?

"Look, nothing has to change, really. We've been together for months. There's no one else." She lifted Lena's chin to meet anxious green eyes. "It's just a word at the end of the day, but it is one I'd like to use. We don't even have to use it outside of this apartment. This is the girlfriend couch, over there is the girlfriend kitchen…the girlfriend bedroom." The last one was a definite suggestion.

Lena laughed at Kara's antics, but deeply appreciated the effort. Who was she kidding? The past four months were the happiest she had been in years. She'd be a fool to say no. "You're right."

Kara smiled, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend in a warm embrace, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. The mood in the room had shifted from their earlier activities and the blonde was unsure if Lena wanted to resume. Instead, she asked, "Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?"

Lena just nestled her face further into Kara's chest, content. Later.