More than a student (Supercorp)

Seventeen

"Good morning, Kara." I walk into the kitchen to see none other than Lena standing there in a messy bun, a baggy top and shorts.

I stumble over my words, choking on the syllables. Confused, yet relieved. "Lena?"

When I stand there, a perplexed expression on my face, Lena's smile disappears to be replaced with a frown. "Are you okay?" She asks, walking closer to me. She looks scared, almost guilty.

I gulp loudly as she moves closer to me, heart starting to speed up. I nod.

"Oh god," she says, looking as if she were about to have a panic attack, "do you remember last night?"

I half nodded, half shook my head if that's even possible. I knit my eyebrows at her as she stops dead in her tracks. "Oh my," she mutters to herself, starting to panic and turn red with embarrassment.

"Yes." I manage to stutter out, making her look up at me. Our eyes meet and I can't look away. "I, um, do remember it. But i thought it was a dream because I could've sworn I fell..." I trail off at the end, her getting the gist.

"You did," she says, "but I woke up earlier and decided to make you pancakes. I didn't want to disturb you, so I brought you to what looked like your bedroom. I'm sorry if it confused you, waking up in a different place."

"Lena I appreciate the thought, but you really didn't have to get up early just to make me pancakes."

"Of course I did," she smiles at me, soft around the edges. Nervously, I smile back at her.

"Kara," she says calmly, "are you sure you're okay?"

I swallow the lump in my throat. "No I'm fine."

She smiles gently at me, reaching out to take one of my hands in hers. I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as she holds my hand and stares into my eyes intently.

"It's okay if you aren't," she says, raising an eyebrow as she gazes gently at me. "Are you sure you remembered what happened last night? I mean, you did seem upset and tired."

I want her to confirm it. Confirm that it wasn't a dream. That I really had kissed her.

"We," I pause, inhaling sharply, "we kissed?" I slightly cough out, adrenaline fluttering around my bones.

She nods slowly, "twice."

I felt my face heat up, apology spilling from my mouth, "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, it's fine, seriously." A smirk tugs at her lips, "more than fine actually."

"Could we maybe take this - us, slower?" I choke out, afraid of the answer. Was there even an 'us'?

"Of course, whatever makes you comfortable." Her smirk fades into a smile, making my insides go all fuzzy and warm.

"I'm just afraid this is moving too fast."

"It's okay, I completely understand, I think it'll be better," she reassures me comfortably.

We stare at each other for a while before Lena moves closer to me, completely knocking all of the carbon dioxide out of me.

"Can I touch you?" She asks. 

I playfully roll my eyes at her. "No need to be dramatic. Just becuase were taking it slow, doesn't mean you have to ask for permission every time you want to touch me."