The Sun Scion

Notes: Find me on Tumblr at spoopercorp and on AO3 as Local_Asshole.

Summary: Supergirl finds herself drifting farther and farther from humanity, but something - someone - keeps pulling her back and involuntarily tethering her to Earth. Her efforts to discern whether the person - a mere human - was previously friend or family always comes up fruitless.

Maybe because Lena was someone that could not be fit into those two categories.

"Kara?"

The utter shock was evident in Alex's expression and tone, and she stepped to the side, sliding the window to her apartment open. Supergirl floated into the spacious living room, dimly lit with only a nearby lamp and the television screen.

"I was worried," Alex whispered, taking her little sister's fingers into her own and squeezing.

Supergirl did not reciprocate, instead, she observed the action, mesmerized.

"You need not be worried," she reassured, felt the need to.

"Well," Alex folded her arms, "Last month there was that neighborhood attack, then the restaurant bombing, then another assassination attempt on..."

She trailed off when she registered a subtle change in Supergirl's expression.

A moment of silence enveloped them before a curious glint was caught in Alex's eye.

"How's Lena?"

"She's..." the Kryptonian was clearly caught off guard by the question, "Injured. Recovering."

"Did you see her? Recently?" Alex moved to the couch and Supergirl followed without a word, hovering next to the arm of the sofa.

"No," she answered, almost in disappointment, moving to the bookshelf, "The last we spoke was two weeks ago."

Alex hummed in reply. Lena's and Supergirl's interactions were always...interestingly peculiar; it was by no means steady, almost on and off - the latter would visit, usually every night, then the meetings would stop suddenly for an undetermined amount of time, only to spontaneously resume at their daily paces.

Supergirl visited Alex less often, at least once a week, but the scheduling was less...precarious, more consistent.

It was probably more stimulating as well; there were times when the Kryptonian would watch the show playing on the television and ask questions every five to ten minutes, it depended on how interesting it was. Then there was music and then there were the board games, which Alex quickly ended up scrapping because Supergirl always won.

This time the Kryptonian was occupied with the books on the agent's shelves, which were honestly not particularly intriguing to read; the majority of them were non-fictional informational texts from Alex's time studying in medical school.

She did purchase a hulking book of American idioms, because Supergirl had suddenly acquired a keen curiosity with them, and it did make talking to her a lot easier. She finished it shortly though, and had a small novel in her hand instead, reading next to Alex, whose eyes were glued to the screen.

"I finished your newly purchased texts regarding the topic of psychology," Supergirl informed.

Alex did not turn from the screen, "Is there a reason you're so interested in that? You've picked up interesting reading subjects lately."

"Humans are...confusing."

"That's all?" Alex asked, momentarily glancing over before returning her attention to the television, "I can hardly see that reason being sufficient enough to prompt you to want to read books on psychology."

"Ms. Luthor is...confusing," Supergirl supplied instead.

Alex's gaze rested on Supergirl for longer this time, a brow quirked.

Of course.

Then she turned back to her screen.

She also fought off a grimace at how Supergirl - Kara - addressed her former best friend. She was not the only victim though. Winn was Mr. Schott. James was Mr. Olsen. Even Clark was Mr. Kent.

Alex was always Alexandra though. More formal, but more familiar.

Everyone's bond with Supergirl was unique. Special with their roles in their own little ways.

Alex often found herself exchanging her point of view to the goddess for more...human situations.

Cat was straightforward, blunt, and practical with her advice, but was rarely visited.

Maggie and Supergirl seldom encountered one another, but when they did, it was always when their duties clashed - they were civil though, discussed the jurisdiction of the police and the latter's heroic antics.

J'onn was relatively quiet, only informing the Kryptonian of missions the D.E.O. needed to accomplish, but there was a connection there, no matter how brief. He kept her old suit as well, when it was discarded the moment Kara transcended.

Clark and Mon-El were reminders of Krypton, though she almost never sought them out.

James and Lucy often brought Supergirl around to experience the life of humans whether it was taking photos or going out for a quick bite, even with all the gawking.

Winn cracked jokes as many times as he could to get a smile out of her whenever she was at the D.E.O. It never worked and Alex believed it was because of Kara's current condition and the fact that Winn was not funny.

Eliza and Supergirl did not speak often, the latter only visited for the rare desire of peace and quiet in Midvale - perhaps the silently warm comfort of a mother.

Lena was...different. Alex had known of their meetings, nothing past that, but Supergirl often left from them more...normal. Maybe even to say more emotional, more passionate, but that was all normal for Kara.

"They won't stop talking about it, you know?" Alex said.

Supergirl's ears perked up at the sentence, followed by the name 'Lena Luthor' emitted from the television set. She raised her head to rest her gaze onto the news anchor, spewing out some biased details. Then her focus trained on Alex, if she was going to hear nonsensical human jargon, she would much rather hear it from her.

"Some people say Lena was a hero," the agent started, lifting the remote from her coffee table and lowering the volume, "Most say Lena set the stage up. You know, for some good publicity."

"At the price of her own well-being?"

Supergirl's voice had a skeptical lilt to it, almost disbelieving, almost irked.

"Ha," Alex threw her head back, "Right? Like, I get where everyone's anti-Luthor mentality comes from, but she's consistently shown that she's not like her family, and...people - humans - are just a little difficult to fully understand sometimes."

Supergirl nodded in agreement, turning back to the jumbled words in her book, "Is that why Ms. Luthor tends to be-"

"Aloof? Cold? Distant? Unapproachable? Lonely?" Alex shrugged, "Maybe."

Supergirl tilted her head, "She is not alone. Her secretary assists her often."

The agent chuckled softly, "No. There's a difference between being alone and being lonely."

"Enlighten me."

Alex shrugged again, "Well, for starters, you can still be around people and feel lonely. I guess it's like a part of you is missing - it feels empty, hollow, like nothing can really fill it, like no one really understands you," she sighed, "If it weren't for you or J'onn I might've still been drunkenly partying around all the time - alcohol is a temporary coping mechanism."

"Ms. Luthor drinks a lot," Supergirl stated.

Alex winced, "Yeah, I've seen how much liquor she can hold. She's worse than I am."

"Are familial, platonic, and romantic relationships not supposed to remedy negative feelings?"

"They do," she answered, "Ninety-nine percent of the time the people you're close to really help out."

"What about the one percent?" Supergirl inquired.

"What?"

"Aside from the ninety-nine percent."

Alex frowned, relaxed into her cushions and sighed, "Well, the one percent of the time you're Lena Luthor I guess."

"How so?"

"Her shady background prompted some sketchy sleuthing, Winn and I conducted an investigation on her history. There was enough information on Lex, of course, and plenty to go around about Lionel and Lillian. But Lena was always under the radar."

"What was 'under the radar'?" Supergirl repeated.

Alex shifted uncomfortably, "Adoption history, a few medical bills, filed charges, her standardized test scores and report cards, which, wow by the way - she did a lot better in school than Lex did, and everyone says he's a genius, but maybe he was just too busy with his anti-alien agenda-"

"Medical bills?"

Alex's tone sounded uneasy, "The first one was a year after her adoption, she was five, and it was for a broken arm. The next was when she was seven, she dislocated her ankle. Ten years old she shattered a kneecap. Fourteen when she had a fractured scapula. Sixteen she was brought in with a broken femur. Seventeen she dislocated her shoulder and elbow. I mean, the Luthors certainly couldn't cite that she was clumsy, might've worked the first two times if they were lucky. But some of her injuries festered over time: old cuts, old bruises, et cetera. So, I looked into the primary hospital that treated her and they already had a good influx of donations, but the times surrounding Lena's 'accidents' were when they had a donor that provided a ridiculously large sum of money."

"You are implying she was abused," Supergirl deduced.

Alex's voice grew more distressed, "Yeah. Physically, emotionally, who knows what else. And it definitely explains the charges Lena filed against her mom and dad the moment she hit eighteen, but I couldn't get into them, even with Winn's computer skills - the Luthors really wanted that part hidden from the public."

There was silence, perhaps on Supergirls side because she was digesting the information slowly.

Then Alex ran a hand through her hair, "I didn't like her at first, 'cause, you know, she was a Luthor - I didn't trust her. Then you two became friends and I had to change my perspective a little; she was polite, stubborn, but really genuine with you," her voice softened into a gentle tone, "Lena was still a little wary and standoffish towards everyone else, but I couldn't really determine my next opinion of her without some research on why that woman practically never smiled, so...I got Winn's help, and I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when I figured out the answer."

She chanced a glance over to her sister, still floating in the air in her sacred attire, her face like stone, frozen into an unreadable expression.

"She grew up rich, really rich, but she raised herself 'cause all the support and love went to Lex. She had wealth though, but it wasn't the usual case of a kid lacking in attention and given money as a substitute and hoping for the best. No, there was that, and neglect, and abuse. It must've been a constant nightmare for Lena."

"Indeed."

The voice was almost speechless, came out wavered, mostly even, but the fluctuation carried a cumbersome weight to it.

Alex observed Supergirl staring blankly past the pages of the text she was previously reading, and her eyes skimmed over the cover of the book.

"Menander? You're interested in Greek texts now? What story?"

"I completed Dyskolos - The Misanthrope. I am currently reading excerpts from all of his fragmented works that were lost in the Middle Ages."

Alex leaned over and read the title page, "Dis Exapaton - The Double Deceiver? Again? You keep coming back to that."

"There is a maxim that he wrote that has held my interest."

The agent chuckled lightly, "Another idiom you want to decipher?"

Supergirl's eyes softened a tiny fraction, and after Alex has been so accommodated to her stoicness, she easily caught the change.

It seemed troubled.

Her eyes narrowed slightly when Supergirl shut the book with a quiet thud and placed it back on the shelf.

"I must go," she said, quickly met with a firm hug from Alex.

"Take care, Kara."

She hovered towards the window, "It is late."

She gripped the frame, her body almost out of the exit before she turned.

Her eyes seemed to be in turmoil as she gave a nod, clear even in the dark, "Goodbye," there was hesitation, a little something that seemed like humanity, "Alex."

Then she left into the night.

She kept going back.

She did not know why, but she did.

At the end of the day, the week, the month...after a particularly taxing mission, she usually found herself atop L-Corp's balcony.

And she knew it must have had everything to do with the woman who owned the building.

Lena Luthor.

Though she was uncertain to why she was so drawn to the C.E.O. - the invisible pull was there almost every minute of every day.

Especially now.

Because Lena made her feel something, something different than what anyone else offered.

It was best described as something between familial and platonic, but there were many times where it felt different from the two altogether; the something Supergirl felt with her family and friends was gradual, subtle, and comfortable.

Lena caused a fiery spark of something, but it came and went within a heartbeat, and the Kryptonian found herself pursuing it constantly, almost addictively.

The godly facade was being peeled apart by everyone, gently, carefully.

Lena was tearing those walls apart with such passionate ease, but it was not gentle nor careful, more messy than everyone else's methods, gaining its pace exponentially, and Lena herself was probably unaware of her affects.

Supergirl tentatively floated, on the other side of the balcony, and kept her distance. She observed the woman, hair down, almost slouched, hunched over with her token alcoholic beverage in hand. Her fingers were wrapped around the railing, gripping so hard her own knuckles might have broken.

If it were not for the Kryptonian gliding over to unclench them.

Lena flinched, pulled her hand away.

"You drink," Supergirl said, eyeing the liquor with something akin to distaste, "Often."

"Why're you here?" her tone was quiet, a little snappy, thankfully not drunken, "Don't you have better things to do? Like save the world?"

The last remnants of bitterness from the incident were still there.

"You are still injured," Supergirl stated, "You almost died. You should be resting."

"I know you didn't come here just to check up on my condition," Lena hummed, clicking her tongue, "You sound like you want to say something else."

Supergirl hovered next to her on the balcony, her voice a tad lower, "We spoke of idioms some time ago."

Lena recalled the memory, and it was a pleasant one judging from the smirk that lifted her lips, "Yes, why don't you cut to the chase?"

Supergirl did not entertain the sassy remark, her lips twitched, almost unsettled.

"I discovered yet another."

A small but sad though eager smile colored Lena's face, "And that is?"

A pause.

"'Those whom the gods love die young'."

Lena's breath hitched and her eyes widened in surprise, but her features were hastily schooled into a hardened expression.

"Why're you telling me this?"

"I seek an answer, because when I read it...there was a weight within my chest," another heavy pause, "I thought of you... I do not understand what that means," she turned, her celestial eyes boring into earthly emeralds, "Tell me, what does it mean?"

Lena knew what she was really asking, but she evaded it anyway with an intellectual answer, because logic was easy to fall into, "That phrase is often used when someone dies young, below the average lifespan. Around eighty years here in the U.S."

"I did not mean the idiom," Supergirl notified softly.

Lena swallowed, felt her chest and lungs and vocal cords numb, maybe it was because of the injuries, but she was smart, she knew better.

"Then I can't tell you what you want to know," she informed, "I can't give you an answer for that. I'm sorry."

Supergirl nodded, "Explain to me why humans utilize that idiom then."

That Lena could do, it was easy, "It's a form of comfort for those who have lost someone too early."

"Does it comfort you?"

"No."

Supergirl's brows furrowed in confusion and Lena averted her eyes to avoid that crinkle.

"You lack faith and hope. Your hardships have made you cynical and pessimistic," the goddess stated.

The Luthor scoffed, "Ha. No. I'm realistic. I'm a realist."

Supergirl felt something stir in the pit of her stomach, it was heated and bubbling, and it made her tone slightly harsher, "You are a misanthrope."

Lena chuckled humorlessly, "Same thing."

Supergirl narrowed her eyes, some part of her holy exterior cracked.

The vomit of words came out from her subconscious, and a part of it was meant to inform and to hurt, to inflict pain, "My observations have informed me that you severely lack in the self-worth department. You drink. Too much," there was no control, the words would not stop, and she murderously glared at the glass of alcohol in Lena's hand, "More so now because you can drown yourself and become numb to your emotions. You are plagued by insomnia and self-hatred and it suffocates you. It is not necessarily that your mind constantly berates, but when the time comes to prove yourself or to make decisions regarding something or someone with high losses and gains, you are often doubtful and loathing of your abilities; it is due to everyone in your past undermining your accomplishments and favoring your bro-"

Lena's eyes flared and a loud slap resonated through Supergirl's acute ears.

She felt a tingling sensation on her cheek, saw the human wince and retract her arm back to her side.

The angry heat in her stomach was replaced with worry, and suddenly she was startled - belatedly so - at her own words, at how utterly human it was from start to finish, from the intention to the inflection.

"Your han-"

"Shut the fuck up," Lena scowled, her eye twitched from holding back a pained grimace, "You know nothing about me, Supergirl," she drew back at the name, shrank in her stance, "Get the hell out of my office."

She watched a tear, then another, fall from the woman's regretful eyes, in such pain that the already jaded green hue encased in them dulled impossibly further.

Supergirl felt a pang in her chest, her heart stuttered with remorse.

"I am sorry..."

Lena dipped her head at the apology and wiped her tears, then pinched the bridge of her nose.

She took a deep, unsettled breath.

"Me too..."

There was a lump in Supergirl's throat, and she took a step forward, then another, and then another, until she was standing tall before the Luthor in front of her.

Lena tilted her head up to connect their eyes.

"I have difficulties determining who you are - were - to me," Supergirl confessed, stroking the dark tresses with the tips of her fingers, "To Kara Danvers."

Lena swallowed, eyes fluttering at the action as she waited for her to finish.

"You are not someone more nor someone less; you are neither friend nor family," Supergirl let her hand drop away, "I do not understand. You often feel like both, but you also often feel...different to me. Figuratively," she raised her hand again, placed it gently against Lena's cheek, caressing the wet trails with her thumb, and the skin contact buzzed with electricity, "And literally."

Lena's breath caught in her throat and she stepped back, away from the emotions, away from what she was feeling, "We were best friends. That's all."

Supergirl's hand stayed suspended in the empty air before returning to her side.

"I see," she said, melancholic.

Lena saw something dawn on the Kryptonian's face, a sort of epiphany that enlightened her.

"Did I belong to you?"

The suddenness of the statement caught Lena off guard, left her speechless.

"P-Pardon?"

"Was I yours?" Supergirl rephrased, "Were you mine?"

"No," Lena released a breath, "We were never..." she waved her hand casually, "...romantically involved."

"I understand."

Then, "You are cold."

Lena forced a smile, kept her shivering under control after the comment, "Well, it does get chilly at night. Or do you mean it figuratively?"

Supergirl unclasped her cape from her shoulders, draped the holy fabric over the human.

A moment passed.

"What happened to you? To Kara?" Lena asked, brushing the shock off from her system as she tugged the cape closer to her body. She fought back another wince when her hand protested the movement.

Supergirl waited a moment, contemplated.

"I encountered several Kryptonians, they originated from the remains of Fort Rozz, unassociated with Non and Astra In-Ze," she explained, "They called themselves the Sun Thrivers - a rogue religious sect banished from Krypton. They stirred trouble, I went to investigate. One of them was a high priest, known as the Voice of Rao, who was endowed with the privilege of speaking directly to the god; he chose me to carry on the legacy as I was still young, but retained Krypton's memories. They conducted an ancient ritual, imbued me with the reincarnation of Rao."

There was more silence, and it deepened torturously, lingered with its somberness.

"I'm grieving," Lena blurted out, then more tears spilled, "I'm grieving for someone who isn't dead," she turned to Supergirl, eyes ardent with anger and terribly forlorn, "Kara isn't dead," her voice broke, cracked open, showcased her vulnerability with its heaviness, "She's just...she's just gone..."

"I am sorry."

"Apologies don't fix everything," Lena whispered hoarsely.

Supergirl nodded, her expression solemn, "I have been made aware."

"I loved you," she cried, soft, gentle, "I loved Kara. I still do."

"I am still her," Supergirl tried, she felt something prickle and sting at her eyes, "I am still Kara Danvers. I am still your-"

"No," Lena croaked, tightening her grip on the cape over her shoulders, "You're not. You're-"

Something impulsive drove Supergirl, caused her to surge forward and roughly capture the woman's lips with her own.

The moment she decided to pull away, Lena deepened the kiss, a hand slipped around the hero's waist, the other clawed up her strong back before resting atop a broad shoulder. She grimaced when a sharp pain shot up her wrist, but ignored it.

Something primal snapped inside Supergirl and she pushed forward, slammed Lena against the glass separating the building from the balcony with a thud, earning her a groan of pleasure.

The soft mewls and whimpers quickly shifted into a noise that sounded like growling and Lena's hands dug farther into the Kryptonian's muscular body, desperate for skin.

Supergirl followed quickly by dancing her fingers up Lena's skirt, hiking it up to her hips as she caressed the supple alabaster flesh. Then she squeezed once, twice, before shoving her body closer and pinning the human farther onto the glass.

Lena grunted at the force, then moaned when a firm hand lifted a leg up and she curved it around the hero's hips.

The kisses became wetter, messier, then Supergirl trailed her lips down to the hollow of Lena's throat and sucked.

The woman released a high-pitched moan and brought her hands up around the Kryptonian's neck, played with the hair along her nape with feathery strokes, urging her on.

Lena sighed, set her leg down and lifted the other up, pressing between Supergirl's legs, who gasped at the sensation.

She returned the action soon after and it prompted Lena to bite down, hard, into unbreakable lips.

It encouraged Supergirl to press her thigh harder into the Luthor, who threw her head back, her neck vulnerable and so beautifully pale.

Supergirl was quick to assault it with her lips, teeth nipping here and there, then to the shoulders, then to the collarbone.

"Fuck."

Lena was overwhelmed, began to ride Supergirl's thigh desperately, bucking her hips in a wildly uncontrolled manner as she felt the coil in the pit of her stomach intensify, and she returned the favor simultaneously.

Supergirl encouraged her, swallowed her shaky moans with her lips, reveled in the dampness that was on her thigh and in between her own legs.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the fact that this was what humans called 'arousal', 'consummating', 'love', and she - a goddess chosen - was engaging in them swiftly and thoroughly.

Supergirl pulled back, pressed their foreheads together, watched as Lena grew more and more sensitive to touch, heard as Lena's voice grew higher in pitch as she got closer, felt as Lena's flesh was coated in a light sheen of sweat.

She came with a weak and strangled cry, sinking her head into the crook of Supergirl's neck and biting into the bulletproof skin to muffle herself, and the hero followed shortly after with ragged breaths.

Lena's hips slowed and her whines quieted to shallow pants, and Supergirl found herself surprised at how dismayed she was at the fact she was no longer hearing the woman's moans.

She also found yet another powerful urge to kiss her and leaned in to plant another, fluttering her eyes shut, only to be met with a tear-stained cheek when Lena turned away. Then there was a hand pressing against Supergirl's chest, pushing her away, and she took a small step back, but her hand was still wrapped around the woman's waist.

"No. I...I can't. You have a higher calling than..." Lena gestured between them, "...this. You were chosen, you're meant to be something great, and you can't be that here."

Supergirl shook her head, "It was a gift. I'm not obligated to keep it."

Lena took a shaky breath, dipped her gaze to the floor.

Her eyes widened.

When did Supergirl land?

"You're..." she felt her heart rate increase, "...on th-the ground."

She snapped her head back up to see blue eyes overflowing with tears.

"I don't want this, Lena."

"K-Kara?"

"I want to go home," she whispered, "I want to have a proper sister night with Alex, I want to play video games with Winn, I want to eat pizza and potstickers, I-I want...I want you, Lena."

"Kara, what's - Kara!"

She collapsed to her knees, onto the floor, unconscious. Lena followed her to the ground, her arms firmly embracing her, panicking when a white aura surrounded her friend.

She watched as Supergirl's divine suit shimmered away to reveal the nakedness underneath.

The next time Lena saw her was a week later, when she was leaned against her desk and carefully observing the television. It was bright into the afternoon, the sun shining through her balcony. It was very unlike her previous meetings with Supergirl, though that was not the only difference.

"Water?"

Lena pivoted to see the girl of steel touch the floor of her building, wearing her old suit and that sparkling grin.

She darted her gaze to the beverage she was holding, not amber in color as usual.

"It's a little too early for alcohol I'd say," she hummed, gave a small and somewhat uneasy smile.

Kara took a step closer, her grin still scintillating, but there was a crinkle between her brows as she sought to connect their gazes, "That's never exactly held you back from drinking."

Lena chuckled, averted her eyes, refused to match it, "You make a point."

A moment passed.

"How's your hand?"

The Luthor raised a perfect brow, then dipped her head in shame, observing her cast.

"I was hoping your transition would erase your memories. You remember?"

"Hard not to," Kara replied, her crinkle intensifying as her friend continued to avoid her eyes, "The bones didn't sound too good when you slapped me."

Lena grimaced, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, truly."

"Me too," Kara said softly, "You weren't in a good place, I should've recognized that, especially after the reveal. I guess I should work on boundaries."

The Luthor shot her eyes up, but the cowardice had it stop at the sight of the emblem of hope, carefully crafted into the navy fabric.

"That wasn't you that time," she argued, "Not all of it."

"Not all of it," Kara repeated, "But my tendency to ramble was unfortunately passed on to the godly version of me."

"And the crinkle," Lena mumbled, and she immediately bit her lip after those words fell from her tongue.

She quickly evaded Kara's reply.

"Do you remember everything?" she inquired, "When you became Supergirl full-time?"

"I do," came the answer, "Listen, I-"

"You don't have to," Lena cut in, "I understand. You didn't mean to. It was..." she turned away, made for her cupboard, "...a lapse in judgement," she pulled out a bottle of vodka, "A mistake."

She poured the liquor into her new cup and it sloshed, made a mess around her counter before shooting it straight down her throat.

"No," Kara protested, "That's not-"

"You don't have to explain yourself," Lena interjected, pouring herself another glass, "I have a meeting in ten-"

Kara gripped her friend's wrist, halting it from bringing more alcohol into her system.

"Stop," she pleaded, her voice firm, "Just...listen to me."

Lena pressed her lips into a thin line before nodding, steeling herself up for what was to come.

Kara gently pried her fingers from the glass and set the liquor down onto the counter.

She failed again to connect their gazes.

"Do you really think that it was a mistake?"

Her friend remained silent.

Kara sighed, "You're right, it was a lapse in judgement."

Lena winced, drew back and shrank from the statement, the pain was evident on her face.

"But I didn't regret it," she added, taking her friend's good hand into her own, "I only wish it could've been better. For us. Because you deserved more than..." she shook her head, "...whatever that was. Our feelings are mutual."

Lena's eyes widened a fraction and her heart skipped a beat.

"We can move on from this," Kara continued, gently rubbing soothing circles on the back of Lena's palm, "We can have a little bit of a fresh start you know. There's this new fancy restaurant that opened, I heard their kale dishes were amazing."

The worry ate at her the more the silence fleshed out.

"Hey."

At this point she was almost begging for a reaction. Then she placed Lena's hand on her own cheek.

"Hey," she tried again, desperate, "Look at me."

Kara stepped closer, invaded her personal space, lifted the woman's chin up until their eyes finally connected.

"It's me," she murmured.

Lena's emerald eyes blinked, seemingly just registered the familiar blue in front of her.

Her thumb stroked the strong cheekbone.

"It's me, Lena," Kara whispered.

Lena smiled, "I wasn't quite sure, you used 'kale' and 'awesome' in the same sentence."

They both chuckled, planted a chaste kiss upon each other's lips.

Notes: Constructive criticism appreciated.