Their first date. Kara's nervousness skyrockets and she chuckles as both hands reach up to rearrange her glasses.

"You mean to tell me that our walk in the park and that delicious hot-dog didn't qualify as a date?"

"You mean that hot-dog I barely got to taste because someone was eager to put their greasy paws on me?"

Lena's smile is teasing and Kara blushes.

"As if you weren't a willing participant in that," she reminds Lena.

"Oh I very much was."

The glint in her green eyes is predatory and Kara gulps. She takes her eyes off of Lena and back to the room where she notices that the table has been set for two.

"Dinner, huh?"

"I know you're always hungry."

"Yeah. Hungry for many things," Kara adds as she purposefully stares at Lena.

There is no doubt that Lena is much better at flirting and innuendos than Kara is but she'll be damned if she doesn't try her hardest to get back at Lena whenever possible. From the look in Lena's eyes, she definitely likes it when Kara retaliates.

"Did you manage to get any work done this afternoon," she wonders aloud.

"Not really," Lena confesses. "I was a bit distracted."

"Hmm I can't imagine why."

Before Kara can pull Lena into a kiss, the brunette steps away and escapes the embrace narrowly.

"A-ha! Dinner is ready so first things first!"

"Fine," Kara grumbles as she follows Lena to the table.

For a brief second, Kara debates whether she should pull Lena's chair for her or not but before she can make a decision, Lena sits down. Kara shrugs and imitates her.

"This smells delicious. Did you cook?"

"I did, actually. I don't do it often but I enjoy it. Might enjoy it even more now that I have someone to cook for."

"Ugh, you are perfect."

"Your words, not mine."

When Lena pulls the lid back from the saucepan, Kara's stomach rumbles loudly and she smiles bashfully. But Lena just looks at her knowingly and makes sure to fill Kara's plate to the brim.

Kara waits until they're halfway through dinner to ask the question that's been nagging her for a while now.

"Are you still using your, uh, psychic ability?"

Lena swallows her sip of wine and takes another short moment to answer.

"No. I haven't, not since the last time."

"The headaches?"

"Gone. I only have them when I focus too hard for too long."

"You don't need to use it anymore, you know?"

"I know."

"I don't want you to get hurt and those headaches seem pretty bad."

"I know, Kara."

The atmosphere grows tense and Kara curses herself for bringing up the topic. Just as she's about to speak again, Lena gets up and takes their plates away to the kitchen.

"Dessert," she calls over her shoulder.

"Uh, yes, please," Kara says.

They move on with the conversation after that, but neither can shake the feeling that the air is a little bit colder in the room.

Lena suggests a movie once they're done with dinner and Kara agrees readily. Anything to dissipate the lingering tension. When Lena tells her to choose which one she wants to watch, Kara opts for a romantic comedy.

Five minutes into the movie and Lena's hand finds Kara's under the blanket she's thrown over their legs. Kara's fingers close around Lena's and she lets out a little sigh in relief. They're okay.

"It's just so unrealistic," Lena complains at the end. "As if a man like him would ever look twice at a woman like her."

"But that's the whole point of the movie, Lena! It's to sell people the idea that money and wealth don't matter and that love is love!"

"I guess it's just not my kind of movies then," Lena shrugs as she burrows further into Kara's side.

At some point, perhaps halfway through the romantic comedy, Lena had shifted closer to Kara and, taking the hint, Kara had thrown her arm around Lena's shoulder. Kara hasn't really been able to focus on the screen since. Lena is warm at her side, with a hand lightly drumming on Kara's thigh. She's looking at her, too. Kara can tell even though her eyes are still staring at the now blank screen of the TV.

"What's your kind of movie," Kara asks, hoping to stay on a safe topic.

"Period dramas. Psychological thrillers."

"Really?"

"Mhm," Lena hums in confirmation.

The hand travels a bit higher and Kara's breath hitches. She swallows hard and readjusts her glasses.

"Maybe you should show me one that you like one day, then," she says.

"Sounds like a plan," Lena murmurs, suddenly so close to Kara's ear. "How about I show you something you like right now?"

If Lena's words aren't enough to make Kara lose her mind; the hand suddenly slipping between her legs certainly is.

"Oh God," she gasps.

"Does Supergirl have to save the city tonight," Lena enquires huskily, lips brushing against Kara's earlobe.

"N—no," Kara stutters as she absent-mindedly wipes her hands on her thighs.

"Can you stay the night?"

"I'm an adult, Lena. I can do whatever I want."

Kara knows she's walked right into that one when Lena smirks against her cheek.

"Do you want me," Lena asks boldly.

"What do you think," Kara replies as she turns her head just enough so that their noses brush against each other.

"Then do m—"

Before Lena can finish her sentence, a pair of lips latches onto hers fiercely and she finds herself straddling Kara without realizing she's moved. When they pull apart a moment later, breathless, Kara's hands are way below Lena's waist and she blushes hard but Lena makes sure she doesn't move them.

Kara thinks about earlier, about Alex telling her it was probably only a matter of days before she took the next step with Lena. The memory makes her laugh, and Lena leans in to kiss her neck. When she bites the soft skin there, Kara shivers.

"What's got you laughing, beautiful?"

"It's just something Alex said to me," Kara explains. "I'll have to tell her she was wrong."

"What about," Lena asks as she switches her attention to the other side of Kara's neck.

"Us."

There's no more talking after that.

Hours later, on the other side of the city, one sleepy Alex Danvers reaches for her phone on the nightstand and opens the text message that has just come through. It's from Kara and it contains a single word:

"Hours."