Supergirl Imagines

K.D.: Baby It's Cold Outside

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i'm in love w kara danvers

protect her at all costs pls

thanks

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Your P.O.V.

"Merry Christmas, baby!"

Pressing a sweet kiss to my lips the moment I opened my eyes, Kara grinned brightly, that infectious, adorable smile, continuing to peck all over my face, hands cupping my cheeks.

"Babe!" I laughed, hooking my arms around her hips, hugging her close to me. The Superhero giggled, bringing our lips together in a soft kiss, running her thumbs over the skin of my cheeks.

The feeling of her skin against mine sent waves of warmth through me, involuntarily nuzzling myself closer to her comfortable body heat.

"Okay, hotshot, we gotta break it up before we stay in bed all day."

A blush crept up the blonde's cheeks, who stole one last kiss before dragging me to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at her glorious, shapely backside, which was half-covered by one of my old tees. Her being an alien with unearthly strength definitely had its perks.

"So, I was thinking we could make breakfast then open presents!" Looking back up, the same excited smile returned to Kara's lips, a similar one spreading across my own at the sight.

How adorable.

Nodding in agreement with her plan, we set out to make pancakes (of course in the shape of snowmen and Christmas trees), eggs, and bacon.

Since Kara absolutely loved seeing the batter fill up the shaped tins and flipping them over, I let her handle the pancakes while I made the eggs and bacon. All throughout our cooking session the blonde stole kiss after kiss, occasionally smearing syrup all over my nose just to kiss it off.

I loved the attention she gave me, no matter where we were. Whether it be holding hands, sneaking kisses, sitting close to each other, or even a smile. Kara knew I adored her smile, especially ones that we both know were reserved for me.

After sliding the last few pancakes onto her plate, Kara began digging in, biting happily into our cooking. "God, I love your eggs and bacon."

"I know, babe. You tell me that every morning."

Smiling sheepishly with food stuffed in her cheeks, we both finished off our meal, Kara making sure there were no leftovers, before settling in front of the tree.

When she came to Earth, Kara immediately fell in love with the Christmas holiday. The weather, the decorations, the music, the movies, the sweaters.

God, the sweaters.

The first year I met her, the blonde was baffled by the fact that I didn't own a Christmas sweater, and made it her mission to get me one. So, as my gift, she'd gotten me a big, surprisingly comfortable sweater with the Supergirl symbol on the front.

At the time, everyone knew how obsessed I was with the hero. Apparently everyone else knew she was Kara except for me, and every time I yapped on about her, Kara would turn redder than a tomato.