Summer love

Mistakes

Kara's POV

Her tent is set. It's black and has a cooling system. I scoff when I see an icecube machine. She's a rich ass lady. Though she doesn't look too rich and fancy right now. She's still asleep, her mouth has fallen wide open and she's drooling a little. She'd hate to have anyone see her like this probably, but I think it's the most adorable thing ever.

It's 10 p.m. and I'm doubting whether to put her on her air mattrass so that she can start her night's sleep or wake her. She stirs a little and mumbles something. I use my superhearing since it's very soft.

'No... Jess she- I- she has freckles like grains of sand on her face... they shine in the sun. I swear...'

I am having difficulty containing my laughter. I think she is talking about me.

'...just like her abs, so delicious...'

I clasp my mouth. I can feel my cheek is as hot as the French sun. This is the funniest thing I've ever heard. I can't bear waking her up so I decide it's best to bring her to bed. It feels weird to pick up a woman whom I've only properly known for a small day. It feels like I've known her longer though, not to be cliché or anything, but it's true. I guess it's because she hasn't really left my mind since the day she told me I could've been a reporter.

I carefully slip my hand underneath her knees and the other one around her shoulders. I tilt her body towards me as I lift her slowly. For me, lifting her, feels like what humans feel when carrying a feather around. I stiffen when I feel her warm breath in my neck. She has snuggled her head in the socket of my neck. I can smell aloe vera shampoo. Focus Kara.

But I can't help but notice how close her lips are to my skin. Every time she lets out a sigh, a trail of goosebumps races across my body. I don't want to lose this feeling. But it's weird. I don't even know her. I shouldn't fall for someone just because they are flawless on the outside.

Once I have wrapped her inside a warm blanket, I head towards my own tent. It takes a while until I feel my own eyelids get heavy. Palpitations are rare for Kryptonians, but I guess I'll get used to them if I'm having this view for two weeks.

Lena's POV

It feels like I've run a marathon. It feels like I have cried my eyes out for hours in a row so that now all the water that my body has been carrying around is finally released. It feels like I have taken a shower after having been dragged through mud. I feel new and fresh. Like I have all the energy in the world.

Then my brain starts working, only for it to realise that it has been switched off for way too long. How am I suddenly in a tent, on a comfortable air matress in an abundance of fluffy blankets? Kara. My heart skips a beat. She shouldn't have. I am a disgrace. It's not like she is my assistant. Perhaps she was scared of me because I'm a Luthor.

I quickly put on a dark green summer dress before hurrying outside. The sun pierces my eyes, making me wince. Once they have adjusted, I see the girl. She is wearing a light blue skirt and, to my delight, that salmon pink bikini top.

'Lena!' She waves to me shyly. I hazily rush towards her and she has a scared expression on her face. Just as I thought.

'Kara, I'm so sorry.'

She looks surprised. 'F-for what?'

'For falling asleep! It was so irresponsible of me to let you-'

'Lena, I really didn't mind! You looked like you needed that sleep so I was happy to help.'

There is something about her eyes. I swear I've seen them before. I clear my throat when I realise I'm staring.

'You're my hero, Kara.'

Then realisation hits and it's making me dizzy. It can't be.

'Lena?'

I look at her eyes again and suddenly I'm sure. She is Supergirl. The one and only.

'You're Super-!' Abruptly, her hand is covering my mouth. I look at her with a hint of admiration, my eyes wide open. My face gets hot in embarrassment as well as in nervosity of her hand touching my lips. Her eyes stare down on me from above because she is a little taller and then they turn soft. She slowly removes her hand.

'S-sorry, just keep your voice down okay?'

I nod at her, still feeling dazzled.

'How is this possible? What is Supergirl doing in France?' I am genuinly curious.

'Well, I thought I'd be able to get some rest here. It's not always easy to carry the world's weight on my shoulders so I thought I'd be able to escape that life for a little.'

'You're not doing a great job at hiding then.'

'To be honest, I lost the glasses I use as a disguise. My sister will lose her shit.'

'Woah, Supergirl makes mistakes too then?'

'Oh yes, probably more often than the CEO of Lcorp.'

'Probably, because she just lets her neighbours do the dirty work. She is so spoiled.' I give her a wink again because I love the way she gets flustered by it. She laughs at me, looking relieved, and that gladdens my heart. I am surprised she doesn't hate me because of my last name since her cousin was almost killed by my brother.

'Just to make sure, you can't tell anyone about my identity. Can you please do that for me?'

'Of course. You can trust me.' I stretch out a hand and she shakes it eagerly.

'You know,' Kara starts, 'I should've just purchased one of your image inducers and taken a whole different identity.'

'I'd rather not have you do that.' I say before realising I'll have to give an explanation for my answer.

'Why not? You invented them.'

Here it goes. 'Because I quite like your looks.' I did NOT just look down at her chest. Shit, I just can't help it sometimes with beautiful women. 'I'm going to the bathroom, see you in a bit.' I quickly turn around and release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

When I return, with a towel on my head and squeaking flipflops, Kara has made breakfast.

'Bonjour, mademoiselle, j'ai vous préparé une baguette avec des fraises et un petit peu du no idea how to say yoghurt in French but I managed quite well there didn't I?'

My cheeks hurt from the big smile she puts on my face.

'Très bien, Kara.'

'Of course your 'r' is perfect. I just can't get it right.'

'I have to admit, I sometimes practice it.'

'Ha, me too!'

God I can't get enough of her face. She is beaming, always and it's contagious. Perhaps I owe Jess a couple of flowers after all.

'So, I'd love to check out the beach later this day. Care to take me there?' I ask Kara and suddenly I get a little insecure. She said she came here for some alone time so maybe she doesn't want this but is too kind to say no.

'Of course!' But then that face shows such genuine happiness, 'It's a lovely beach. There are waves that reach-' I drift off a little as I watch her talk about the beach with a kid's enthousiasm. A Luthor and a Super going to the beach together. Who would've thought?