Giant

Chapter 7: Jupiter

Make my messes matter. 
Make this chaos count. 
Let every little fracture in me 
Shatter out loud.

“Dammit, Kara,” Lena growled from the living room as she tripped over something.

The culprit smiled to herself before taking a sip of her coffee and resumed her amused appraisal of the absolute wrath to which she’d exacted upon Lena’s poor refrigerator. She cocked her head and tried to figure out how she did, and even more impressively, how Lena survived it.

“My bed is snapped in half,” the CEO finally made it to the kitchen, carefully around the remnants of her bookshelf. “It looks like I was robbed.”

“Yeah, I have a bad track record with beds,” Kara nodded, not surprised at all.

“How do I explain this to Francine?”

“Who’s Francine?” the hero cocked her head slightly like the RCA dog.

“Well… she’s my…my housekeeper kind of.”

“Wild rhino attack?” she shrugged, handing over her coffee cup to the CEO who leaned against the counter, surveying it all as well.

“I can barely walk,” Lena muttered into the drink, not taking her eyes off of her kitchen, knowing full well what her words would do to her friend.

“I didn’t–you’re not– that–” Kara sputtered, taking a double glance at the girl beside her who so casually said such things. “You’re… not hurt?”

“The good kind of barely walk. Trust me. I think it has more to do with sheer quantity than force.” Kara blushed slightly, a little proud of herself. “Ten years of sexual tension could literally destroy my apartment,” Lena realized. “Thank goodness you didn’t wait a day longer and I try to work out occasionally.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I think it’s sexy as hell. No one’s ever wanted me enough to break my appliances.”

“Ugh I don’t know what came over me,” she groaned, hiding in her hands.

“Me. A few times.”

“Lena!” Kara blanched before a fiercer blush overtook her.

“Just give me a warning, so I can buy sturdier furniture next time.”

“Lena,” she complained again.

“If there’s going to be a next time,” Lena shrugged smiling into her cup as she took another sip, enjoying the squirming and stammering in the girl beside her.

“We’re late for work.”

Kara pushed her hair around on her head, tucking the mess of it behind an ear. She looked at Lena and saw her in much the same state. The loose shirt barely covered her hips. Her hips betrayed bruises and hickeys, marks mimicked on her neck and chest. The alien felt almost proud at the galaxy she created.

“Want to be a bit later?” Lena asked, setting down the mug and sneaking a grab of Kara’s ass. She sprinted down the hall, hurdling the mess on the ground as she giggled as the hero chased her, catching easily.

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Never before had Kara called off work. Never from both of her jobs. She never meant to, either, until she was faced with the prospect of leaving Lena’s penthouse, which proved completely impossible and utterly terrifying. If she left, she wasn’t sure she’d come back, wasn’t sure she could stay away. The past six weeks had been a flurry of feelings that left Kara oscillating between what she knew and what she thought she wanted. What felt faded in three years, was suddenly on fire.