Is it Gravity (or are we Falling in Love?)

Chapter 3

Kara wakes up to the buzzing electrical sounds of her phone. As she comes to her senses, the first thing she feels is a certain weight that's draping over almost half of her body. Gulping, she peeks an eye open, sees Lena Luthor naked, all soft and bare. On top of her. Sleeping comfortable and sound. On her bare fucking chest.

Right. That happened.

She looks up towards the ceiling, finding that she's unable to process anything sound. She can feel every inch of her best friend's naked body pressing onto hers. Oddly, she feels a little calm.

Keyword: a little. And maybe a little horny.

Rao. She needs to bleach her brain, what is wrong with her. Extremely careful of herself and of the sleeping woman, she successfully extracts herself away without waking Lena up. She reaches for her phone on the nightstand.

It's 4:37am. A missed call and a text from Alex.

Alex(4:33am): Kara, are you awake? Something came up and we could really use your flight and super-speed. One of the newbies sent a package to the wrong country and we need that package preferably much before 11am.

Kara glances at the sleeping woman, taking in her profile. Lena's face glows and she takes note of the mole on her neck, prettily exposed under the moonlight. Lena shifts once, then twice around the mattress before half-hugging the pillow Kara had slept on.

She could stay here and sleep a little longer with Lena and wake up with her. Get a little more sleep with the comfy bed (person).

She texts Alex instead, tells her that she's on her way before wearing her clothes back on, leaving a note by the nightstand, and draping the blanket comfortably above Lena's shoulder.

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Kara gets back to her apartment two hours later after dealing with the issue.

"Kara, hey sweetie," Friendly Old Neighbour greets warmly, wrapping herself a cardigan too large for her small, frail body. Kara smiles at her; the old woman always looks so warm and inviting. Like one of those cool grandmas that feed and treat the youngsters well with food and shares many old stories and tales. "Did you just come back? Were you out all morning?"

Vivid images and senses flash in her head: the smell of a certain expensive perfume, clothes dropping down to the floor, body sweat, and heavy breathing.

"Something like that," she mumbles, audible enough for the old woman whose hearing is likely on the decline. She musters up her best sweet smile before she searches for her keys in her bag.

"Oh? Did you go out for a run? But your clothes— that doesn't look like you did, you're on your work clothes."

Right.

Suddenly it feels like she's laid trapped in front of an accusing police helicopter, its spotlights trained on her. Like a deer caught in headlights. Same clothes from last night and sneaking back into her apartment in the wee hours of the morning.

This isn't the walk of shame, is it.

Oh, Rao.

Kara berates herself in her head quickly, clawing the realization out of her mind desperately. She tries not to freak out. It's totally the walk of shame. She's never done that ever in her life.

Keys found, she inserts it in her lock with shaky hands.

"I had a... sleepover." She adjusts her glasses, and fixes her slightly crumpled collar.

"Oh, I used to do lots of that when I was younger."

Maybe she should have just flown instead. But then she remembers she had closed her windows for the night. "Um, I should get ready and change for work and stuff. Catch you later? Thank you for those Krispy Kreme doughnuts again by the way. That was really sweet."