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wolfie-bee · 2 years

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Tension

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Kara's intense stare is focused dead ahead, but she can't control the way her body reacts when her hand briefly brushes against Lena's. Her eyes are automatically drawn to the depths of those seafoam eyes at the exact same time that Lena's eyes find hers.

Lena had always been open with her as Supergirl, but there’s a rigidity present in the way she holds herself since she’d been brought into the D.E.O for questioning. Outwardly, she was the picture of calm, but Kara was privy to the messy thundering beats of her heart since they'd accidentally discovered the true identity of Reign in her lab.

There's a brief uptick in its rhythm now when their eyes meet, a curious heat lingering heavy in the space between them. Kara expels a short breath, blaming the extra sensitivity on her brief solar eclipse induced fainting spell a few minutes ago. But that shouldn't cause the tingling sensation climbing up her arm. It's potent and Kara can't help wanting to brush against Lena again with the way that Lena's gaze lingers on her too.

She forces her eyes away, but they betray her in the way that they slide down to the tight fitted form revealed by the elegant cut of Lena's dress. She swallows a rough breath, unwilling to acknowledge the heated flush that paints her cheeks and colors her neck.

Her fingers curl into shaky fists as they quickly walk into the command center and remain clenched as they stand inches apart, listening to the others formulate a plan.

Kara refuses to acknowledge the ache present in her bones as her strength slowly ebbs away. That eclipse being caused by the Worldkillers' ritual was just a minor setback. She stands tall, posturing, expertly fending off the concern of her friends and her sister. It works well, almost too well, and soon they all shuffle out of the room following Brainy as he discusses the complexities of extracting Sam from the Valley of Juru.

A sharp wave of vertigo makes Kara stumble, one that abates slightly when she walks to the far corner of the room, closer to the windows, closer to the slowly eclipsing sun.

“Agent Danvers was right,” Lena says conversationally. Kara startles a bit, now realizing that Lena hadn’t followed the others. Her ears ring as Lena’s voice takes on a tinny quality. “You should have stayed in the medbay.”

"I'm fine." Kara automatically rebuts, lifting her aching head to challengingly lock eyes with Lena.

"Oh? Is that why you look like you're two seconds away from fainting at my feet again?"

Kara prickles, indignation warring in her veins and a rebuttal on her tongue that doesn’t quite make it past her lips when she stumbles, back crashing against the wall behind her. Her vision blurs, breath stuttering for a moment before it comes sharply into focus when the blaze of Lena’s warm hands touch her face. The touch anchors her to reality, to this room, as perspiration beads on her forehead.

“Don’t go to that valley.” Lena insists. “You know you won’t have powers there.”

There’s concern in those seafoam eyes, even after they’d just been arguing about the ethics of Lena having kryptonite. Kara feels a little exposed beneath them, a little too sensitive to hold their challenge.

She’s also slightly alarmed that she didn’t see or hear Lena coming. Her eyes burn, the telltale sign of heat vision rimming her irises and she blinks hard, desperately trying to suppress it as her super hearing detects another faint uptick of Lena’s heartbeat. There's something achingly soft in the layers of those beautiful eyes, something that sparks that magnetic burn of attraction low in Kara’s abdomen.

“I have to go.” She answers resolutely.

A moment passes as they study each other, then Lena’s gaze turns flinty and the softness of concern shutters away beneath the guarded intensity of anger.

“Why are you so stubborn?” She huffs, ripping her hands away from Kara’s face. Kara breathes out sharply, reeling from the sudden loss of contact.

“And you aren’t?” She fires back.

Lena scoffs. "I'm not the one losing control of their powers."

“And I’m not the one using kryptonite in experiments.”

Lena grounds her teeth, a vein flickering in her jaw and Kara clamps her mouth shut.

“I told you that I did it for a friend.” Lena stiffens, lifting her chin. “And I’d do it again.”

"Kryptonite can kill me." Kara points out. "What did you expect me to think?"

"That I only used it to subdue Reign."

Kara's jaw tenses and she struggles to stand completely upright, grasping onto the ledge at the window for support. She doesn’t expect Lena to immediately step back into her space, concern etched in the pretty layers of her eyes even as indignation lingers heavy in them. The heat of her curves press into Kara’s side as she slips an arm around her waist in assistance. Kara’s face burns, but she lets her arm fall around Lena’s shoulders so that she can manage to stay upright.

But before she can butt in to continue her argument, Lena continues.

"Minutes before the briefing you fell in a dead faint at my feet and for a few seconds everyone in here thought I was suspect number one."

Kara deflates at the worry that shakes in Lena's voice, even as the implications of her words wound her.

"So you tell me, Supergirl, if you were me, would you be able to trust anyone in this building?"

"I trusted you, Lena." Kara answers. “I vouched for you.”

“Not enough, evidently." Lena grits out, and Kara realizes belatedly that she’s leaning a little more heavily into her as Lena’s other hand reaches out to curl in tight over Kara's shoulder where it bunches in her cape.

One little graze of Lena's fingers directly against her skin is enough to burn Kara. She's not exactly sure what's happening, why all of a sudden she can't control the urge to be closer, but the spicy notes of Lena's perfume hangs heavy in the air and Kara can't help but imagine her mouth pressed to that freckle on her neck. She clears her throat, mentally trying to clear those thoughts away when Lena tries, and fails, to drag her away from the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the medbay." She huffs, that vein in her forehead making an appearance as she considers Kara. They square off in a stare that ends with Lena straightening her posture and sticking her nose in the air. “Fine, then. I’m getting Agent Danvers,” she announces, detangling herself from Kara’s embrace.

Kara reacts immediately, sliding an arm around Lena’s waist and pulling her back in. Lena stumbles in her impressive expensive heels, hands landing firmly on the glyph on Kara’s chest. Their eyes meet and Lena flushes deeply, a pretty color that stains her beautiful ivory skin. Kara’s eyes get stuck there a moment too long for Lena not to notice.

"No." Kara manages to find her voice to say.

"Let go of me."

"You're gonna make them bench me."

"You're incorrigible!"

"And you're trying to get me taken off this mission."

Lena shoves against her chest, the warmth of her curves still solidly molded to Kara's. "You can't even stand without support!"

"It'll go away."

“And what if it doesn’t? There’s a fucking solar eclipse outside and -”

“I’m aware.”

"You're such an unbelievably stubborn, arrogant, egotistical…."

"Don’t hold back now."

"...idiot!" Lena huffs, pressing in hard against the glyph on Kara's chest.

"Yeah well why do you care what I do?" Kara fires back, annoyance slithering up her spine as Lena's frustration leaks out in an annoyed little huff.

"I don't," she insists, pointing an accusing finger against Kara's chest. "I just don't want to be here when you fall on your stupid, handsome face again and they accuse the nearest Luthor of killing you."

"Well you don't have to be here wh -" Kara stops abruptly, the words now registering in her brain.

Her eyes widen as Lena's heartbeat spikes like she hadn't meant to say that. Kara can't help the quiet delighted chuckle that falls from her lips.

"You think I'm handsome?" She asks, a smug smile curving the corners of her mouth.

Lena growls in frustration, reaching up to tangle her fingers in her hair.

"Listen here, you overgrown space puppy –"

"That's handsome overgrown space puppy to you." Kara snickers.

The fingers in Kara's hair clench tight against her scalp. "I should have just let you fall."

Kara winces, even more alarmed that she could feel the pain from Lena's tight hold. But not enough to stop goading her, if only to keep her close, to revel in the addictive scent of honeysuckle clinging to her skin and the warmth of her body pressed so closely to Kara's.

"Oh? But then you'd miss out on our banter.” Kara teases. “This is how we connect now, Lena."

Lena raises an eyebrow. "The only thing I'd love to connect is my fist to your pretty face."

"Handsome and pretty. You seem awfully fond of my face."

"Shut up!" Lena huffs and Kara’s eyes are automatically drawn to her fluttering pulse as she stubbornly tilts her chin. Her eyes narrow dangerously but Kara just smiles, tightening her hold around her waist.

“Make me.” She goads, unable to help herself from pressing in a little closer.

She hears the light hitch in Lena's voice, feels her warm breath stutter against her skin and finally notices the dangerous glint in her wide blown pupils. Kara wants to kiss her, she realizes belatedly, she wants to kiss her best friend. Lena’s eyes are so mesmerizing and they fixate on Kara's mouth when she drags her tongue across her lower lip.

And then, Lena loses it.

Before Kara can form a coherent thought, Lena’s mouth crashes into her own, a hungry torrent that draws her in like a moth to a flame. Her hands catch on Lena’s slender hips as the kiss deepens, a raging inferno of want that Kara hadn’t realized lay beneath the surface. Her mouth is impossibly warm and so soft, Kara can't get enough of her kisses. It's downright scary how much it excites her, how her stomach tumbles over itself and that buzz between her thighs pulses with electric heat. Lena’s lips are liquid fire, awakening a fierce need within Kara.

Her skin feels like it’ll burst apart from the heat of Lena’s body but she can’t seem to care. She’s Icarus, flying too close to the sun as she dips forward, meeting her in the throes of another kiss. The fingers in Kara's hair slacken and Kara deepens the kiss, a devastating dance that slithers like a heated caress through her body.

Lena groans, a sound that vibrates against Kara’s mouth as she clings tighter to Kara’s cape, kissing her with a needy passion that surprises Kara with its intensity. There’s nothing soft about this kiss as it merges into another, but it's warm and wet and Kara’s already too far gone at the skillful way that Lena’s tongue parts her lips.

Kara breaks it too soon to gulp in air that she doesn’t need, overwhelmed by the intensity as her hands reach up to rid Lena’s hair of that tight ponytail. Her eyes are hazy with want, lips red and tempting and Kara wants, oh she wants so feverently her heart is ready to burst.

Lena’s hands smooth down the material of her supersuit to settle on the crest of the House of El and she lets out a soft growl, dipping forward to bite down harshly on the column of Kara's neck. Kara arches against her, a hollow whimper parting her lips as Lena's tongue drags over her sensitive skin to soothe the burn. Kara uses the brief reprieve to switch their positions.

Lena stumbles beneath her and Kara really didn't think this through as Lena’s back smacks hard against the cold wall behind. Kara’s hands land just a few inches from her face, digging finger indentations on either side and trapping Lena between the heated cradle of her hips. There's surprise in those electric eyes, eyes that blatantly stare back at her until Kara breaks it in favor of leaning in to press a kiss to the column of Lena’s throat. Lena’s breath hitches when Kara’s lips teases against her skin and she whimpers, a sound that Kara wants to hear again.

Kara presses in softly, lips dragging against the delicate line of her jaw. Lena breathes out a wispy sigh, heartbeat loud in Kara's ears and Kara nuzzles in closer as Lena's fingers comb through her hair.

"Lena." Kara breathes out. Lena hums, a tiny sound that vibrates against Kara's mouth. She presses kisses against the hollow of her throat, mouthing at that freckle she's been so distracted by, tracing the silky softness of Lena's skin.

Kara’s hands drop to her hips, as her leg slides absentmindedly between Lena’s parted thighs, drawing a stuttered breath from Lena as her kisses move along the curve of her reddened cheek.

Everything about Lena is so addictive. Kara leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. She can't get enough of the softness of her skin, the warmth of her lips and the enticing scent of jasmine clinging to her shiny soft hair. The way she grinds against Kara's thigh sends sparks of arousal through her and she's never felt this turned on in her life.

Her hands slide down, moving over the curves hidden by the knee length dress and Lena closes her eyes and spreads her legs, the dress pulling tight as it bunches higher on her thighs with the motion. Kara burns, heat smoldering in her abdomen and Lena arches against her touch, so responsive and so kissable.

Kara's hands eagerly map the slope of Lena’s thighs, moving the dress further up to palm at smooth pale skin.

Lena’s touch burns where her hands move over her biceps and Kara presses forward, directly against warm heat. The sound that Lena makes is high pitched and needy and Kara wants to hear more of it, has to hear more of it.

"Kara," Lena breathes her name, nails raking along Kara's scalp. Kara moans, feeling it all, as Lena draws her into the throes of a heavy, distracting kiss.

Her hips move against Kara’s thigh with their own gravity, urging Kara on and Kara has to curl her hands around her hips, controlling their mindless motion. The quiet noises she makes against Kara’s mouth are earth shattering. The airy notations of it vibrate against Kara’s mouth, making the air around them buzz against Kara’s skin.

“Kara please,” Lena begs, “Kara.”

The repetition of the name draws a stillness to their movements and Kara draws back a little, eyes hazy and head still foggy as Lena studiously avoids her eyes.

"Lena."

"I'm sorry." Lena tenses against her, swallowing roughly. That freckle on her throat bobs with the effort and Kara's mouth waters. "I…I don’t know why I said that."

That manages to break through the haze and Kara’s heartbeat spikes, an irrational fear, as every scenario of this going the wrong way flashes through her mind. Guilt sweeps up her chest, heavy and potent and she draws a bit more space between them. She can’t go on unless the truth is out there for Lena to parse and not hidden in the depths of deception.

“I know why.” Kara begins softly, regretfully removing her hands from Lena’s waist and the thigh lodged desperately between her legs. Lena makes a tiny noise of protest that she tries to smother by clearing her throat and Kara's face burns but she lifts her chin, meeting Lena’s eyes. “My real name is Kara Zor-El.”

The anger returns to Lena's eyes with full force and for a split second, Kara thinks that she’s just lost her best friend.

Kara doesn't expect Lena to reach out, clamping her hands against her shoulders like she was going to push her way. Instead, she does the opposite and Kara ends up right back where she was, with her thigh lodged desperately between Lena's legs and her hands pressed to the wall on opposite sides of her head.

"You lied to me." Lena grits out, fingers digging into the pads of Kara's shoulders. Kara winces, concerned that she could still so clearly feel pain from that. She swallows roughly, nodding sadly.

"I didn't at first. I was going to tell you. I wanted to but I-"

"Just wanted to toy with me as two different people?" Lena supplies and Kara's brows crinkle as Lena loosens her fingers.

"No Lena, I would never -"

"Treat me like a Luthor?"

"No!" Kara vehemently rebutts, moving in to gently frame Lena's face between her hands. Lena stiffens a little but she doesn't pull away. "I trust you." Kara breathes.

"But -"

"I admit that I was surprised by the kryptonite. It feels like nails running through my veins and I….it reminds me of…”

“Of?”

"I watched my planet die." Kara answers immediately, forcing her voice not to shake. "I was stuck in the Phantom Zone for twenty four years. I lived through your brother turning the sun red. I found my aunt only to lose her again and I…" Kara stops, turning her head away. She swallows roughly, removing her hands from Lena’s face as her trembling fingers clenched into fists. "I'm familiar with pain."

Lena's jaw flexes and she looks away, eyes shadowed with something like regret.

"I…" Lena starts, a contrite frown pinching her brows.

"But….if I had to trust anyone with it, I choose you, always."

There's a beat of silence between them, one that pulses with heat and smolders like embers when their eyes meet in the middle of their muddled emotions. Lena’s eyes soften - a feat that stirs threads of desire within Kara. Kara fully lets her go, ready to step back as Lena remains frozen, her lipstick less lips parting as she assesses the sincerity of Kara’s words.

Kara’s stomach flutters, skin buzzing as Lena’s eyes stare into her soul. The staring lengthens as Lena's eyes flicker between hers and then slowly drift down to her lips. Kara's face burns at the look in those eyes and then they're sinking into each other, foreheads pressed together as their breaths mingle in the space between.

"I'm still so angry at you." Lena breathes out. Kara closes her eyes, accepting it all. "And we obviously need to talk some more about this, but you're taking me to that valley with you to rescue Sam."

Kara's eyes fly open. "What -"

"Sam is my friend too."

"Lena."

"And sue me if I don't feel like sending you off somewhere that you could die, especially when I'm dying to kiss you again."

Kara laughs, one that gets swallowed by Lena's eagerly awaiting mouth. This kiss is sweet, lingering, deep. Lena melts, tilting her head back as Kara drifts forward, kissing Lena soundly.

Lena releases her then, panting against her lips as their eyes flutter open. She's a mess, a pretty mess, Kara thinks as she curls a finger through a stray curl and Lena drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. Kara sinks into it, tucking her face against Lena’s neck as Lena’s fingers comb through her hair.

"We have less than two hours until totality." Lena says determinedly. "If we're going to stop that eclipse, we need to get you back to the medbay first."

"Lena," Kara protests, one that fades when Lena leans back and lifts an eyebrow. Kara swallows down her objections and instead gives a little eye roll.

"And then," Lena starts, her voice taking on a smoky quality as her hand tangles with the one Kara's still got pressed to her thigh. Lena slips their hands beneath her dress to press directly over that heated wet spot on her panties and Kara nearly chokes on the rest of her words. She stutters, face flushing as Lena's lips curve into a dangerous smile. "You owe me, Supergirl."

“Yes ma'am.” Kara answers, leaning forward to seal her promise with another sweet kiss.

Happy Supercorp Sunday everyone!! You know the drill, this fic was written on Twitter today in response to the gif tweeted above by the inspirational gif Master @CSIRJen thank you to everyone who's gotten this far, I know this one was a bit lengthy especially for a twitter fic 😂 and special thanks to my awesome friend bibliowormlibrarian for her invaluable inputs in this fic and for helping me in my pursuit to twist canon into even more supercorp 💗

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