Supercorp- One shots

Clarity, Sweet Clarity

It happened to be probably the most boring Monday of Kara's life.

That was, admittedly, a very low bar. Probably the lowest of all humankind, to be fair. Mondays are like a 24-hour yawn that just does not end, no matter how many coffee breaks you take. Mondays are a crucible for anyone, but especially so for Kara.

Usually, on any other given weekday, she could use a nearby crime as an excuse to kick off the third floor balcony and into the midday National City sky—but not even supervillains are stirring on a Monday. It was always, and would always be a dead day.

A nothing day. A do-nothing day.

And it was kind of worse on this particular Monday, because Kara's Sunday had been a very exciting day.

Sunday had been a Kara and Lena day. The whole day.

It started with a morning text— 'do you feel like getting smoothies?' —to which Kara had eagerly thrown aside her bowl of cereal in a resounding kitchen sink disaster crash, and nearly broke her phone responding 'Yes!' There hadn't been a smoothie date in a long time. Not since...well, the whole Myriad thing. This was Lena reaching out an olive branch—albeit one in the form of a Jamba Juice—and Kara wasn't about to knock it aside. Especially not when it involved the promise of a Peanut Butter Moo'd.

Smoothies had turned into a walk along the riverbank to enjoy spotting the dog walkers. And then Kara had suggested doing some dog walking themselves at the National City Humane Society. And then there had been pit bull puppies and wet kisses and laughter and a delighted Lena getting bowled over, which made Kara's heart clench up like a fist.

Saving Lena from the puppies turned into letting Lena change into an old NCU Journalism sweatshirt at Kara's place, and Kara waiting tensely beside the bathroom door, distinctly aware of how much her palms were sweating— too much, for just a friend changing at your place, way too much—and wondering how to convince Lena into going for Lunch. She didn't need much convincing, as it turned out, but lunch became ordering in sushi and watching a string of bad Netflix movies.

Somehow, it had gotten dark, and they'd ordered more food, and there had been wine for Lena, which made her cheeks all rosy and her laugh all high and sweet. And they'd played card games—Lena was criminally good at 'Hearts' but Kara could destroy her at 'War'— and Kara broke out a puppy puzzle that Alex had 'jokingly' given her last Christmas, and sometime in the process of putting it together, Lena fell asleep.

And then Kara had sat with her on the couch for Rao-knows-how long, unmoving and still, listening to the even sound of Lena's breathing and looking at the unkempt, fuzzy hairs at the back of her neck. She had a feeling that those hairs were sometimes Lena's bane on the mornings before work and that feeling gave her a strange, intimate rush in her stomach. The smell of her was soft and sleepy, and Kara wanted nothing more than to pull Lena's relaxed body into her lap and bury her face in the silky-black mass of her hair to inhale all that scent and keep it to herself, like a secret.

Eventually, Lena woke up. "Hey." She said, sleep-riddled and heavy, smiling up at Kara.

"Hey." Kara didn't know if her smile was as lovesick as she felt. Probably.

"What time is it?" Lena's stretch arched her back and Kara had to look down and away, swallowing hard.

"Uh, like ten I think." Sudden guilt flushed through her and Kara scratched her neck in a shameful rush. "Want me to fly you home?"

"Would you?" Lena's eyes were somehow brighter, warmer in the dim light. "That would be much better than bothering my driver."

"Of course."