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Let me help you

On their way back to the office, Kara tried to stay cool, at least appearing cool on the outside. Inside she felt as if she was exploding.

No way back. I made a promise. Stay cool. I can do this. I want this. How is this going to happen.

Visions of what could happen cross Kara's mind. In most scenarios she envisions herself tripping over her feet as she takes off her pants. There are scenarios where Lena stands close to her, her breathe sensible on Kara's skin. Then there are the relaxed scenarios where Lena is not looking, doing other things, whilst Kara is casually changing. Not sure of what to expect, Kara is babbling like a crazy person about her latest food explorations on their way back to the office. Lena is being post yoga relaxed Lena, still some residues of class in her voice. Kara is sure by the time the meetings arrive, Lena's voice will be back in power mode.

"Welcome back miss Luthor."

"Jess." Lena nods. Jess looks surprised when she notices Kara.

"And welcome back to you too miss Danvers."

"Thanks Jess."

"We will be in my office. I won't be taking any calls for the coming hour or so. Please keep track of messages and tell them I will call them back later. No need to reschedule the 4 o'clock."

Or so? 4 o'clock? That is like in an hour. Or so. Back in power mode already.

Kara tries to keep a blank face, but she is sure she can feel her eyeballs popping out of her head while Lena is talking to Jess. She just hopes Jess does not notice.

Lena walks into her office. Kara behind her.

"Would you like some water?" Lena asks.

"Yes please. I could use some hydration. You know this feels sort of weird." Kara mumbling the last sentence.

"It was your idea."

Really, was it?

"Okay, so I am going to change my clothes and go."

"You say it. Here you are, your water."

Lena takes a seat on her desk. Hands cupping her own water cup.

"These pants really look good on you."

You are not going to make this any easier, are you?

"Thanks Lena," Kara answers while she starts taking off the pants, trying to stay fully focused on the process. The pants are a little tight around the ankles. Slowly or you will fall. Carefully.

Once the pants are off the next questions pose themselves. Do I still have my panties on? Why is it so damn hot in here. Adrenaline shooting through Kara's body. Where is my skirt? Do I take off my top first or do I take everything off and change into my clothes all at once. Where is my bag?

Kara's eyes darting around the room. She left her bag close to the door. Close to Lena. As if Lena is able to read her mind, or her face, she asks: "Are you looking for something?"

"Yes, my bag. Could you please hand me my bag, or rather the clothes in my bag," Kara asks.

"Please?" Lena coyly responds. "Sorry, of course please." Kara is quick to reply. "That was a joke. Here." Lena walks towards the bag, which to Kara feels like is taking forever. She is uncomfortable waiting and not in the mood for jokes. Quite impulsively she then starts to take her top off too. Only realizing then that it had a build in bra. Rao no. No way back now. Goosebumps mark her skin.

Lena comes walking towards her with her clothes, looking her straight into the eyes. She is not handing over anything, she just walks a 360 around her: "No list of lovers tattooed on your back. No alien tissue. Nothing to be ashamed of. Au contraire, miss Danvers. Au contraire. Or do the freckles on your back make you uncomfortable?" Lena's fingers touch Kara's skin, tracing the freckles. Kara closes her eyes. Breathe. She feels her chest slightly heaving. Her nipples hardening as if a cold wind caresses her body.

Still standing behind Kara, Lena proposes in a soft voice: "Let me help you," while letting Kara's bra dangle in front of her. Kara puts on her bra and leaves closing it to Lena.

Time is slowing down, like the pace of Lena's voice. Kara feels her own breath quickening. She never felt the moment the fabric touches her skin as aware as right now. The bra cupping her breasts, bringing her back some of her comfort. A deep exhale.

"Blouse or skirt?" Lena continues.

"Blouse, please."

"Arms, please." There is a smile audible in Lena's response.

Kara offers Lena her arm. Lena puts the sleeve over Kara's arm and walks around Kara to have her opposite arm slide into the other sleeve, then moves to meet Kara's face. Kara's hands move to start buttoning up her blouse. Lena's head is slightly tilted, arms crossed. "Here, let me help you." It is not a question, it is an offer that cannot be refused. Lena's voice sounds persistent. Kara lowers her arms down and looks at Lena.

Lena's eyes are focused on Kara's stomach. She has one eyebrow raised. Making Kara feel self aware of her body, of the black panties she is wearing and the warm sensations entering those panties. "If anything, I hope you are hiding yourself because of your abs. They, miss Danvers, should be illegal. I feel privileged being introduced to them." Kara lowers her head, smiling. Hardly.

Lena grabs both sides of the blouse at chest level to bring the buttons and holes togethers. She slowly starts to close the buttons from the middle down. Kara feels her whole body tensing, a knot forming in her belly as Lena moves closer and closer to her waist. As if she is radiating tension, Lena remarks: "Don't forget to breathe, Kara. What else did we do yoga for?" Crap. Caught. Smile. Breathe. Kara relaxes her belly, breathing all the way down,while she looks back at Lena, who looks her straight into the eye and says: "Would you like me to button you all the way up?" Kara's eyes shooting from left to right and back, not knowing where to look, as she mutters a soft "Yes please," in reply. While Lena makes her way up, Kara cannot help but notice Lena's eyes landing on her jawline. Lena bites her lip. As the fabric closes around Kara's shoulders and chest, again breathing seems to have become more difficult. It is like her heart is all the way up in her throat. "Breathe Kara, or I will have to unbutton everything again," Lena comments, as she steps away to grab Kara's skirt. Kara sighs, a heavy one, one that could be easily mistaken for a moan. Lena has her fixed in her spot, unable to move.

Lena comes walking towards her again, now bringing her skirt. She gets to one knee and opens the skirt, offering Kara a circle to step into. Don't trip. Kara places her hand on Lena's shoulder as she steps into the skirt. Lena looking up at her. Kara could swear that she noticed Lena's eyes landing on her panties for a few moments. The thought of it alone sets her core on fire, sending a warming sensation throughout her body.

Lena pulls the skirt up and their faces meet at eye level again. Lena's hand moves around Kara's waistline as she moves behind Kara. With one hand on the skirt, Lena's other hand slides around Kara's waist to tug the blouse into the skirt, her hand skilfully smoothing the fabric down. Feeling the warmth of Lena's hand on her belly and the softness of the fabric caressing her skin, Kara clenches. "You are doing it again. Or rather, you are not doing it again. Breathe, Kara. Just breathe towards my hand." Kara closes her eyes and lets her breath in find its way towards Lena's hand on her belly. Her whole body radiating with every breath in. Her whole body melting with every breath out that follows. Everything around her seems to disappear. She does not even notice Lena sliding away her hand, zipping up her skirt and moving away from her. She just stands there. Minutes. Breathing. When she opens her eyes again it hits her: She is standing in the middle of Lena's office. Lena watching her from the couch. Their eyes meet. "Welcome back." Kara's face reddens. "No need to be insecure about anything with me Kara. Here I sit and look at you, the world can fall apart, and all you have to do is breathe, and you fill me with delight."

Lena's kind words seem to bypass Kara. She just feels naked, even though now fully dressed. This scenario had not crossed her mind. She is not used to being exposed and vulnerable like this. Lena smiles: "Here dear, your shoes." Lena gets up from the sofa and places a pair of shoes in front of Kara's feet. "Thanks, I have it." Kara answers. She wants to go. It does not feel right. A cold shower would have felt better. "Your 4 o'clock should soon be in. I'll run. See you next week." She opens her arms and gives Lena a quick hug before leaving the room. Kara cannot bear to look at Lena, or Jess for that matter. "Bye Jess," she says as she rushes out the door and walks straight into the elevator. Lena watches her go from the doorway, a confused look on her face, slightly frowning. "What was that about?" Jess asks. "I'm not quite sure," Lena replies.