Hi all, I know it's been a while, finals season hit me like a truck, but I'm through it now and to celebrate, I put my time into writing this. I hope you enjoy it - as always, I'd love to hear from you and see what you think of the story! Best, - PV

Chapter 6: Indiana Jones

"How did you get so good at this?" Kara asked as Lena spun her around, drew her close, then fell back into step. Kara stumbled on the return and Lena caught her easily, grinning when Kara accidentally stepped on her toes.

"Sorry - " Kara started, but didn't finish, because Lena leaned in and kissed her quickly, their lips touching for barely an instant before she pulled away and continued twirling Kara around the kitchen. The tiles were cold against her feet.

"I grew up a Luthor - that's a life of learning how to fit in to high society," Lena said. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "I have to say, I didn't think that upbringing would benefit me quite like this."

"Like what?" Kara said as Lena raised her arm, and Kara spun beneath it. "You mean you never imagined that your upbringing would prepare you to be swept off your purple-sock-clad feet after an evening of pizza with your best friend took some… unexpected turns, and you found out - under unprecedented circumstances - that said person was also Supergirl?"

"Excuse me, it seems to me like you're the one being swept off your feet," Lena quipped back, her grin breaking into a smile as she continued to gently guide their dancing around the room.

Their motions had brought them by the windows, where they slowed some to take in the sight of the snow falling on National City. The snowflakes were heavy and thick now, and several inches had already accumulated, making all the streetlamps lining the roads below look like they were bundled in little hats to stave off the cold.

I just want someone I can talk to,
I want you just the way you are…

One of Lena's hands was intertwined with Kara's, and the other held Kara's waist. As the lyrics faded into a saxophone solo, they danced closer, their steps smaller, until they were just swaying, now. Kara wrapped her arms around Lena so her elbows were up leaning on the woman's shoulders, wrists crossed over each other behind Lena's neck, and Lena placed both hands on Kara's hips, the distance between them shrinking. Still the music filled the apartment, and still they swayed.

"Well I admit that I didn't picture the socks," Lena said after a moment, "But…" She wasn't quite looking at Kara; instead, Kara followed Lena's line of sight to the snow falling, and they watched it together as Kara waited for Lena to continue.

"But I did… I may have imagined…" her eyes flicked to Kara's just for a second, and she saw a blush in the woman's face. Kara felt her heart flutter.

"You imagined… us?" Kara asked. Lena's eyes flitted over to the couch before she reestablished eye contact with Kara. An involuntary snort of laughter escaped Kara's throat before she could stop it while a simultaneous flush burned her ears, and Lena's blush deepened, and her mouth opened as if to say a quick retort, but no sound came out.

She imagined us.

Kara could feel the cold of the snowstorm in her left shoulder, which was inches away from the window, but the rest of her felt warm - so warm - with Lena so close, here with her. Kara leaned in and caught Lena's lips in a kiss as the Billy Joel song drew to a close. She was struck, as the music faded away, how easy this felt, her arms around Lena, the two of them together like this. Easy as flying. Easy as drawing a breath.

Rao, she is intoxicating.

Kara found herself smiling through the kiss, and she knew Lena noticed because she was grinning too.
"You must have so many questions," Kara said. "About me, about my past - knowing you, you're dying to hear about Krypton and the technology there - "

"Well you're not wrong, I do have about as many questions as there are snowflakes falling outside right now," Lena interjected. "But…" she turned her head, casting an appraising look at the apartment before finishing her thought, "We have time." She glanced back to Kara. "And I know this is going to sound out of character, but for once, if you can believe it," Lena raised an eyebrow, "Scientific inquiry is not, in fact, the primary focus of my mind right now."

"Is that so?" Kara said. Do hearts really skip beats? She'd thought that was just a turn of phrase, but now she wasn't so sure.

"Mmm-hmm," Lena nodded, stepping back slightly, taking her hands from Kara's hips and ducking under Kara's arms so she could instead twine the fingers of one her hands with one of Kara's. Lena's skin was soft. Kara knew that her own wasn't; a life of fighting crime does not a callous-free hand make.

"And besides," Lena continued, "Although learning that you are Supergirl is quite the revelation, I came here to spend time with you, Kara."

"Spend time?" Now it was Kara's turn to raise her eyebrows. She traced her free hand over Lena's arm, which was again covered by the borrowed sweater. The response to the gesture was a quick, barely audible intake of breath by Lena. Barely audible to humans, that is. With her super-hearing, Kara heard it just fine.

She wants this.

She wants… me?

Come on. Don't lose your nerve now.

Kara was surprised at her own confidence when she moved next. Holding Lena's hand, she led her through the apartment, past the kitchen table, past the couch and coffee table. Forward.

Lena spoke as they stopped at the foot of Kara's neatly made bed.

"I do have one question actually, and the only reason I'm bringing it up now it because I think it might be…" she paused, and Kara turned to look at her. "Logistically relevant?" she finished. It was a little darker in this section of the apartment; there wasn't a wall between where they had been before and where they were now, just a decorative divider, but it had the effect of softening the light, deepening the shadows. A string of fairy lights were lit on the wall behind the bed, but aside from that, all the light came from the lamps in the rest of the apartment. It's actually kind of romantic, Kara thought to herself.

"Logistically relevant?" Kara tilted her head, and this time it was Lena who reached out to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind Kara's ear. The touch was light, soft.

Rao, she could ask me literally anything right now, I'd tell her anything she wants.

"Why are you wearing your Supergirl uniform right now?" Lena asked. "It's great for battle, I'm sure, but you were just staying home."

Ah. That would be logistically relevant.

Kara almost laughed to herself, then stopped as she remembered why, in fact, she did happen to be wearing the uniform.

"When Alex texted earlier to say she couldn't make it to hang out tonight, she said it was because something came up at work," Kara said after hesitating for a minute. The truth, finally. "I was worried, so I changed into the suit right away, but then she said she didn't need me to come in, and then you knocked on the door and I didn't have time to change back."

There was a beat before Lena answered. "Didn't have time? You're Supergirl, you can literally fly fast enough to slow the rotation of the earth! Don't get me started on analyzing the physics of that, by the way."

"Wouldn't dream of it," said Kara, too quickly.

"Where's the cape?" asked Lena. Kara nodded in the direction of the closet, and Lena glanced back at it, then made eye contact again.

"So you're saying you heard me knock and had time to hide the cape in the closet and put on pajamas over the suit, but not time to just change out of the suit? Kara," she said, the skepticism palpable. "What aren't you…"

Lena's brow furrowed suddenly. She frowned, and Kara's heart sunk. Here we go.

"Wait, that story you told me earlier, the reason you gave for being home on medical leave. The operation that Alex involved you in, that was all - "

"A cover story," Kara said, hating how weary her own voice sounded. She sank down, sitting on the edge of the bed, and Lena sat beside her. Kara waited for her to put the pieces together.

"So you weren't there as Kara Danvers, CatCo reporter-slash-reconnaissance-operative for the DEO… but you were there. As Supergirl." It was a statement, not a question, and Kara said nothing. She found herself suddenly concentrating very hard on tracing one of the patterns on her quilt with her finger.

"You got hurt. And not by any - what was it that you said? Falling debris?"

The noise, the smoke, the confusion of the fight. Then the nauseating feeling of all the strength being leeched from her limbs. She'd fallen to her knees. How do you describe the effects of Kryptonite to a human? It was a question Kara had been asked more than once, by Alex, by other members of the DEO as they tried to treat her after various encounters with it. And Kara was never able to give a straight answer.

Like acid was replacing her blood, but slowly, so she had enough time to know what was happening and recognize that the problem was inside her, that the problem was her, that she couldn't get it out.

That there was no escape as the burning sensation started, as she tried to make a fist, raise her arm to protect herself from the blows that were coming from all sides. No escape as her bulletproof skin became a prison, as she tried to scream but had the oxygen kicked out of her lungs.

"Kara?"

Kara opened her eyes. She hadn't realized she'd closed them. Both her hands were curled into fists, gripping the quilt on either side of her with white knuckles. Lena put a hand on her arm, reassuringly, and Kara made the conscious effort to relax her hands and take a deep breath.

"Yeah, I got hurt. And no, it wasn't falling debris." Her words came fast, like she was trying to spit them out before they left a sour taste in her mouth. "It was three attackers, all enhanced somehow, superhuman. Armed with Kryptonite. They were there with other members of the cell that was working with Agent Liberty. Alex is still trying to figure out what was done to them, to give them that kind of strength." Kara sighed and hated how it sounded shaky, even to her own ears. She kept talking before Lena could comment.

"When you knocked - well, first, I didn't know it was you. Second, I had been able to change into the suit because I thought Alex might need me in the field, but that doesn't mean…" Rao, why is this so difficult? "I put it on at superspeed, but it hurt. I figured I'd get the pizza, then come back in and take it off later, slowly at human-pace so I don't put any unnecessary strain on anything. I certainly didn't expect - "

"To be - oh, how did you put it - swept off your feet?" Lena interjected, and Kara smiled, grateful for the levity. Lena was trying, and she appreciated it. Lena moved her hand from Kara's arm down to her hand and held it tightly. Kara squeezed it back and rested her head on Lena's shoulder.

"So that story didn't scare you away, huh?" Kara said after a moment. She kept her tone light, but in some part of her, the anxiety was real, and she wasn't sure if Lena could tell. Who am I kidding? She can probably tell.

"Scare me away?" Lena said. She shifted, and Kara lifted her head from the woman's shoulder. They looked at each other hands still clasped together, sitting on the edge of Kara's bed.

"Not a chance," she said. "Kara, I'm here for you, okay? I'm not going anywhere. If anything, I should be checking in with you on this. Are you doing all right? We don't have to - I mean, I don't want to push you too hard if you're still healing, and I want to make sure you're comfortable with all of this - this - " There was still concern in her eyes, but a grin raised the corners of her mouth. "What is all this exactly? What are we doing?"

Kara cast her eyes around the room, mockingly taking inventory of the scene. "Well currently, we're sitting on the edge of my bed, having a heartfelt moment and being emotionally vulnerable with one another." She chanced a glance back at Lena and was glad to see the grin widening into a smile, accompanied by a signature roll of the eyes.

"I'm serious," Lena said, and Kara's heart ached with the earnestness with which those two words were conveyed.

"I know," Kara said quietly. "I am too." She took a deep breath. "Yes, Tuesday night was rough, and yes, I'm still healing, but please believe me when I say - " she leaned forward, kissing Lena on the lips, then twice along the jaw, drawing a small noise of appreciation from Lena.

"I want you to stay," Kara finished, pulling away just enough to look Lena in the eyes.

Kara shifted, moving back so she was no longer perched on the edge of the bed, scooting back towards the center of the quilt, and Lena followed. As Lena settled beside her, Kara leaned forward and kissed her, and Lena tilted her head to meet her. After that kiss came another, and another, and Kara couldn't tell who started them, just that Lena's mouth was on hers and it was different, this time. Their walls were down in a way that they hadn't quite been before. Lena ran one hand through Kara's hair, tracing her fingers down Kara's shoulder with the other.

They were lying down, disrupting the pillows that had been so picturesquely arranged at the head of the bed. Time felt warped somehow. Had they been together for a minute or an hour? Kara had no idea. There was a clock on a far wall behind her that Kara could have checked - but even as the notion crossed her mind, her attention was attracted elsewhere.

In a fluid motion, Lena pulled away gently from where they had been half-laying, half-sitting, leaning against the pillows. Kara's legs were together in front of her, and Lena straddled them, their hips close, their bodies pressing together.

"Is this all right?" she asked, and Kara's tongue got twisted in the response.

"All- um, yes, that's just - wow," she said, thankful that Lena stopped her gibberish answer with a kiss, her arms supporting her weight, palms pressed into the pillows on either side of Kara's head After a second she tugged herself away and Kara heard herself groan quietly.

Where are you going? That was great, can't we just -

"Mind if I take this off?" Lena asked, tugging at her sweater, and Kara's line of thought stopped in its trajectory so abruptly it was like she had interrupted herself. Oooh, now's your chance, come on Kara, think of something good to say, she's been so quick-witted all evening…

Kara sat up a little, resting on her elbows. "Mind if I do it for you?" she said.

Damn, did that come out as smooth as it sounded in my head?

Lena bit her lip and raised an eyebrow, and Kara grinned. I'll take that as a yes, on both counts, then. She sat up a little more. Lena was still straddling her, and now that they were both upright, Lena effectively in Kara's lap. Kara reached out, down, took the hem of Lena's sweater in her fingers and moved her hands up slowly, the fabric bunching in her hands as she brought it up over her stomach, her ribs, her breasts. Kara leaned in and kissed Lena's neck.

"Arms up," she whispered, and Lena obliged. Kara finished pulling the sweater off and tossed it away over Lena's shoulder. Once again, Kara marveled at the woman before her. Lena smirked a little at Kara's expression, and Kara realized that her mouth had opened slightly. Heat rose in her neck, and Lena scooted back so she no longer was straddling Kara's outstretched legs.

"It's still a little hot in here, I'm feeling kind of overdressed," she said simply, and with that, she slipped out of the sweatpants that Kara had leant her, tugging them down and tossing them to the floor to join her sweater.

Lena Luthor is sitting on my bed in her underwear. Kara took in the sight of her, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the curves of her body, the look in her eyes. Kara's heart was beating so loud she was genuinely surprised that Lena wasn't commenting on its volume.

Kara closed the distance between them and Lena pressed her mouth on Kara's. Lena pushed Kara's hair away from her face and Kara traced her fingers across Lena's body, the skin warm under her touch. The muscles in her shoulders, the soft skin just below the breasts, which were still covered by Lena's bra, her ribs, then down, caressing her thighs. Lena had her arms around Kara, and it was a few moments before either of them said anything.

"I think," Kara said, and she was startled at the realization that she was a little out of breath. She started again. "I think you had the right idea," she said. "It is pretty hot in here, and you know, I've got two layers on right now."

"That's quite the problem you have there," said Lena, peppering kisses down Kara's collarbone.

"Indeed," Kara said, and Lena paused and looked up at her.

"Want me to help you out with that?" she asked, and Kara grinned.

"Lena Luthor," she said in a mock-serious voice, "Will you help me take my clothes off?"

Lena snorted with laughter and gave Kara a little push, and she let herself fell back onto the pillows. Lena took the hem of the sweater and pulled it up, up, and Kara leaned forward some so her head and arms could escape. Then the pajama pants.

"I've got this one," Kara said.

"Okay."

Lena moved to the side as Kara took the sweatpants off. Another addition to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

And there we have it, Kara thought. She's the one that's nearly naked, and yet -

Yet this was the most vulnerable she had ever been. Kara watched Lena watching her: Kara Danvers, clad in her Supergirl suit.

Kara felt her ears start to get hot, despite having just shed a layer of clothing. "Well say something," she said, accompanying the words with a little half-laugh. "What are you thinking right now?"

Lena opened hermouth, then closed it again and swallowed. Her eyes were on the S symbol on Kara's chest. Or maybe she's just looking at my chest? Lena's eyes swept over her.

"I'm thinking," Lena said, finally bringing her eyes back up to Kara's, "That that uniform you wear is rather form-fitting." She raised an eyebrow comically, and now it was Kara's turn to laugh.

"It was a conscious design choice!"

"Mmm, was it?"

Kara rolled her eyes, still smiling. "It's like exercise clothes, I've got to be able to maneuver in it, not to mention it functions as armor to protect my body, so yes, it's form-fitting, but just because it needs to be… efficient."

"Well, it is certainly flattering," Lena said. "But as for protecting your body…" her tone changed, no longer quite so playful. Kara sighed.

"It does what it can," she said. Lena's brow furrowed, and she reached out and gave Kara's hand a squeeze.

"You ready to help me out of it?" Kara said, hoping to maintain some of the lightness to their banter, and Lena nodded.

"Is it all one thing, or are the top and bottom separate?"

"Separate," Kara answered. "The bottom part just comes off like leggings." She had discarded the skirt part earlier with the cape, before opening the door to Lena - hard to pull off wearing a skirt under a set of sweatpants. "I can - we can do that after."

"All right. Um… how do I… is it like the sweater, from the bottom, or - " her hands were dancing at the waistline of the suit, but Kara shook her head.

"It can come off like that, but since you're lending me a hand, it'll be easier from the back." Kara turned. She sat on her bent legs, her knees folded beneath her. "After I got injured the first few times in the field, Winn worked with Alex to redesign the suit so it could be removed by medics without a lot of hassle when I got hurt. Their solution turned out to be the high-tech equivalent of a zipper on the back of a dress. I know it looks seamless, but do you see this little ridge here?"

Kara bent her neck forward, reaching back and pulling her hair away from her neck. She didn't turn, but she felt Lena's hand running over the suit's material at the collar of the uniform's shirt.

"You mean this?" Lena said, touching just where a tag or size label would be on a regular piece of clothing.

"Yes, exactly. If you just put some pressure on it, right there - " she stopped abruptly, wincing as Lena did as she asked. The cringe did not go unnoticed.

"Did that hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't - " Lena started, but Kara shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine," Kara assured her. Her stomach was beginning to somersault again at the thought of Lena seeing the unhealed bruises on her body. How would she react?

Well, she's taken everything else this evening pretty well, she reasoned. And anyway, I'll cross that bridge when we get to it. In other words, that's a ten-seconds-from-now problem, not a right now problem.

"Do you see the fissure? It looks like a zipper without the little thing to hold onto."

"Yeah, it's here," Lena said. "But if it's not a zipper, how do I open it?"

"Put one thumb at the top, where you pressed before, and the other at the bottom, near the small of my back," Kara instructed. "Starting at the same time, move your thumbs along the fissure towards each other until they touch. It'll trigger the locking mechanism to retract."

"Locking mechanism?" Lena asked as she followed Kara's directions. Kara did her best not to tense her shoulders as Lena pressed along the fissure, which pushed against the bruises along her spinal vertebra.

"Yeah, I told you it was high-tech. Pretty extra, but Winn insisted that a zipper wouldn't hold up against the kind of strain the suit would have to go through," Kara said, trying to laugh about it, but even to her own ears the effort sounded flat.

"Hey," said Kara as she felt Lena begin to take off the top part of the suit, an action that was immediately accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. "I know how it looks, okay? I'm fine. I'm gonna be fine."

"Kara, 'gonna be fine' and 'fine' are not the same thing," Lena said quietly as she freed Kara's shoulders and torso. Kara finished the action, pulling it off her arms like a jacket that had been put on backwards. She had been putting it out of her mind, but every movement of her shoulder ached, and she could feel the injuries from the kicks to her back and ribs every time she moved. Not debilitating, but present. And if she could feel them, she knew Lena could see them. Kara didn't turn around as she went ahead and took off the bottom half of the suit, the material clinging to her skin like thick, meshwork leggings. Leggings that double as armor, Kara reminded herself as she added them to the out-of-sight clothes pile off the side of the bed. Whatever shape I'm in, it would be so much worse without the suit.

Now Kara, too, sat on the bed in her underwear. It, in addition to the suit, had also been specially designed to be worn under the uniform. Winn hadn't made this addition to the getup - he had been rather happy to delegate the work there to another DEO agent, a woman who had been responsible for designing the standard DEO tactical uniforms. The result resembled athletic undergarments more than anything else. Nothing fancy, but then, fireproof and flexible didn't need to be fancy. Letting her mind recount all of these facts, Kara was actively trying to distract herself again. She still hadn't turned to face Lena. Instead, almost subconsciously, she'd drawn her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them. There was a moment of silence in the room. Then -

"Oh, Kara," Lena said, and it was a whisper, and it was so tenderly spoken, and Kara's heart just about broke. She was about to turn and face Lena when she felt a hand at the base of her neck. Lena's fingers danced lightly, delicately, down her spine. Kara shivered, and though she had been feeling a little chilly with the exposure of her skin, she knew this reflex had nothing to do with the cold. When she reached the waistline, Lena moved forward and wrapped an arm around Kara's waist, the other hugging around to hold one of Kara's hands, embracing her body. Carefully, carefully. Lena pressed her head into the slope of Kara's neck and shoulder and rested there, holding her.

"I don't want you to pity me, or think of me as weak," Kara said, and she was glad to hear that the words didn't sound as small as she felt when she said them.

"Is that what you think I see, when I look at you like this?" Lena said, tightening her embrace around Kara.

"I don't know," Kara answered honestly. "The only people who ever see me - see my body, I mean - as I'm recovering from a fight are the DEO medical personnel that treat my injuries. The people of National City, the rest of the world, they only ever see me in the suit, during the battle, hopefully looking capable and powerful enough to protect them."

Protect them. And who protected her? Sure, she had her family, friends, the DEO on her side, but Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Supergirl - she could take care of herself. She knew it, and so did everyone else, and it gave her the confidence to do the things that needed to be done. And yet… sitting there, Lena's arms around her, more exposed emotionally and physically than she had ever been with this woman, Kara felt… safe. I feel safe with her.

"They see the image of me that I work hard to show them, the image that they need to see," Kara finished. "They don't ever see what's left of me after."

For a few seconds, Lena said nothing. Rao, what is going on in her head? But when she did speak, it was unwavering. Sure.

"Kara, do you want to know what I see, looking at you right now?" Lena asked, and she didn't wait for Kara to answer before continuing. "I see the most resilient and honest person I've ever met. You're the strongest person I know, and seeing you now is only making me believe that more." As she spoke, she ran her hands across Kara's body, the muscles in her arms, her abdomen, her shoulder blades, her back. Her lips brushed along the bruise in Kara's shoulder and Kara groaned softly.

"And you said I was beautiful," Lena whispered, and Kara wasn't quite prepared for the swell of emotion that rose within her - it was stronger than she was prepared for, and she didn't know what to do with it, with this energy that coursed through her, this new electricity.

Lena's lips were at her ear and Kara turned to meet her, pushing into the kiss like Lena was the oxygen she needed. Kara kept turning, shifting, and Lena let herself fall back onto the pillows. Kara followed, on top of her, their legs tangled together, hands exploring each other's bodies as if they were trying to memorize them, learn them well enough to make maps of each other. Wherever Lena touched her, it felt like fire - not painful, but warm, like a spark of flame on a cold dark night, and yes, Kara's muscles ached where they had been bruised, but Kara didn't mind this exertion. A different kind of ache filled her now, and no, she didn't mind this at all.

A thought flitted through her mind - ridiculous, whimsical, but present long enough to bring a tiny laugh into the narrow space between them.

"What?" Lena asked, her teeth catching slightly on Kara's lip, and Kara shook her head, still grinning.

"No, it's not - it's silly, I just thought of - nevermind," Kara tried, but Lena cut her off.

"So what if it's silly? All this is supposed to be fun, and if it made you smile," she said, nipping slightly at Kara's ear, "I want to hear it."

Kara rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said. Rao, I can't believe I'm -

"Have you ever seen Indiana Jones?" she asked. "The first one?"

Lena reached up, tucked some hair away from Kara's face. "The best one, you mean? Raiders of the Lost Ark?"

"Mmm, I knew I liked you, it's definitely the best one," Kara nodded. "Do you remember the scene - on the ship - "

"With Indiana and Marian? After he's all beat up?" Again Kara dipped her head in affirmation.

"You know, when she's trying to treat his wounds and he's being all gruff about it, and then finally she just goes 'well where doesn't it hurt?' and he points to his elbow, his head, his lips, and she kisses him there?"

Lena leaned up, kissed Kara's lips. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well - " Kara hesitated. Am I really - well, I'm already halfway through it - "You see, funny thing, I've actually noticed that my bruises feel a little better after you, um, kiss me there, and - "

"Hmm, is that so?" Lena said. fingernails lightly scratching the skin on Kara's back, and Kara forgot how her vocal cords were supposed to work. "So what are you asking me for, then? One, if I'm recalling correctly, Marian was on top in that scene, so if you really wanted to do it justice…" she trailed off, one arm pushing herself up, the other gripping Kara's shoulder and guiding her back, over, down, until Kara was beneath her. Kara squealed a little in surprise at the sudden move, laughing as Lena settled, one of her legs on either side of Kara's hips, her hands bunched into the pillows on either side of Kara's head, careful not to pull on her hair splayed out around it.

"And two," Lena said, and they were both grinning now, and how is she so beautiful - "Are you saying you want me to kiss you in the places you're hurt, or where you're not?"

"I - " Kara started, but Lena hadn't waited for her to answer, instead pressing forward, her skin hot where it touched Kara's, her lips alighting on Kara's lips, down her neck, along the collarbone, then further, across the top of her chest, the slope of her breasts, the ribs where a blue and purple bruise colored the muscle.

"Everywhere," Kara said, finishing her answer, her skin on fire, breathing like she'd just flown around the world. "Everywhere." And then she stopped talking, and Lena Luthor took her breath away.