Late Bloomer

Chapter 2- The Joy of Hormones

As she sat on her bed recovering, still strangely out of breath, Kara became aware of a few things. Her bed was all but destroyed. Her paisley pattered bedspread had been spared, it was lying on the ground to her right, likely kicked off early in the night as Kara usually ran hot, but everything else was a mess. Her top sheet was ripped into multiple pieces, there were five distinct gouges through her fitted sheet that, upon investigation, led to matching holes in her mattress, and one of her pillows had burst. Great. And she had just bought new ones, the expensive kind, from Bed Bath and Beyond.

A strange fluffy texture in her mouth made Kara stick out her tongue and try to scrape the offending fluff away. Upon inspection of the white fuzz, she could determine that it had in fact been her teeth or her mouth that did that particular bit of damage to her pillow. Meaning she had bitten her pillow. She supposed she could remember biting in her dream, though the pillow made a poor substitute for the soft skin of... She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She wasn't going to think about the dream.

Her pyjamas hadn't fared much better than her bed. They clung uncomfortably to her skin, looking down she could see her cotton t-shirt had visible sweat stains and she could feel that it was totally plastered to her back. It was disgusting, she didn't understand how humans dealt with sweating all the time! Kara peeled the offending fabric off with a grimace, tossing it to a corner to be dealt with later, and turned her attention to her underwear. They appeared mostly dry but she took them off anyways and immediately reddened when she saw the dark spot on the crotch of the grey fabric. That was certainly new.

The sticky feeling between her thighs and a quite swipe to check told her that it was exactly what she thought it was. Her dream, or maybe the aftermath of it, had made her wet. Which was totally weird, since she couldn't ever remember that happening before. Ever. Even when she had been in the middle of it with Mon-El, it hadn't been like that. She'd been as dry as the Sahara Desert, and so lube had been Kara's friend and saviour. Now, well, if she were going to stick with geographical comparisons, she'd have to put herself somewhere in the Amazon Rainforest.

"Oh Rao!"

Her voice was scratchy, with a sort of gravely sounding tone that she usually associated with pack-a-day smokers or female supervillains on TV. It was foreign sounding even to herself, which made her suspect that she must have been straining her vocal cords during her dream. She thought of poor Mrs. Walters that lived next door – Kara would have to remember to do something nice for her. Well, after she avoided her for a few weeks anyways. Mrs. Walters was incredibly nice, but also incredibly nosy, and Kara had no intentions of answering probing questions about a new man in her life. Nope, definitely not.

She pondered getting up, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, but looking at the clock she realized that it was 3am. Too early to start getting ready for work, and a quick check with her superhearing told her that the city was quiet and no one was in immediate need of saving. She knew that she should probably go into the DEO, or at least call Alex, but it could wait until a decent hour. She figured whatever was happening to her wasn't extremely urgent. She thought about taking a shower, she was hot and sweaty still and cold water would probably feel incredible, before a growl from her stomach made the decision for her – she'd make breakfast first, and then figure everything else out. Hopefully, she could still make her lunch with Lena...

"Frick!"

It came out of nowhere, the pain, and stopped Kara directly in her tracks. She doubled over, clutching her knees for stability as her lower abdomen cramped harshly. She gritted her teeth, trying to breathe through the pressure, to live up to her girl of steel moniker and push her way through it, but she was stuck. Debilitated. It wasn't like any pain she had felt before, it was all consuming and seemed to inflame this sort of anxious, nervous energy inside of her. It felt like her insides were turning inside out. She felt a sense of foreboding and knew something was happening to her. It was almost instinct, the knowledge that whatever was happening was important, but she was at a complete loss as to what it was.