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First Sight
The first time Lena laid eyes on Kara Danvers, she was the plucky sidekick to the Daily Planet’s star reporter, Clark Kent. She was hiding her attractiveness under wholesome clothes and glasses and a tidy little ponytail, but she couldn’t hide her height, or her broad shoulders.
Amazon,
she thought to herself with amusement. It was strange for someone built like that to not wear the confidence that normally came along with it.
She was disarming, Kara Danvers; gentle, curious, asking questions occasionally but mostly quiet, watching and listening. But for all her awkwardness, the way she tripped over her words, Lena never felt that Kara was specifically bothered by
her
.
And the one moment when she held Lena’s gaze, her eyes were soft, but she saw a strength that she was surprised by.
And if something fluttered in her chest, well, she decided she didn’t notice it.
First Phone Call
Kara’s voice on the phone was light as cotton candy, and warm as sunshine. Lena wasn’t used to having friends, wasn’t used to talking to people who were just calling to say hello. Who were calling for the sheer pleasure of hearing her voice and knowing how she was doing. She knew it was very much her own doing; growing up Luthor had left her feeling safer without close friendships. But it had been lonely too.
And yes, there were times that Kara came to her office, or called her, because she needed her help. But there were also times that she was sincerely looking for the simple pleasure of speaking to her, of having an excuse to let Lena’s name roll off her tongue. Lena could always tell the difference. The first time it happened, it was so foreign an experience, she interrupted Kara halfway through a rambling rhapsody about the Shanghai soup dumplings she’d gotten to ask, “I’m… I’m sorry, did you… need something?”
She instantly regretted it when she heard the confusion in Kara’s voice, the little hurt that she tried her best to instantly paper over. “Uh, no...I’m sorry, is… is this a bad time?”
She scrambled. “No no! No, I’m sorry, I just… I… I’m used to people calling me because they want something.”
She could hear the relief in Kara’s voice. “Oh! No… I just wanted to talk to you. Do you have time?”
Lena told her secretary to hold her calls. She kicked off her shoes and stretched out in her large leather chair, and they talked for half an hour about soup dumplings and Lena’s trips to Shanghai and Hong Kong and how she was learning Mandarin because L Corp was starting to do more business in China.
She hung up with a rosy glow in her cheeks. It was a strange feeling.
First Meeting With Supergirl
The first time she saw Supergirl was at the renaming ceremony of L Corp. But it wasn’t until the fundraiser that she got a good look at her.
She held herself tall, shoulders back, chin up, just the way Lena supposed that a woman built like her should do. But there was no mistaking those eyes, those soft, strong, beautiful blue eyes. She was Kara Danvers, and Lena knew it.
And she watched Kara Danvers fight for her that night, when Miner and his men arrived to raid the place, and the power in that frame was the most raw, beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
First Date
Lena wasn’t nervous exactly, to ask Kara on a date, because after a great deal of thought, she had concluded that she was indeed asking Kara Danvers, and not Supergirl. Supergirl had saved her life, more than once. Watching Supergirl leap in front of her and take that giant slab of rock in the chest, watching smash to bits against her, well… that was exciting, it left her heart pounding, and not entirely out of fear. But it was her softness, her warmth. Those eyes. That was why she wanted to get closer.
She wasn’t smooth about it. She didn’t make her intentions clear from the outset. She was clumsier, in fact, than she’d ever been about anything. She took her to dinner at the best Shanghai restaurant she could find, flirting awkwardly over dinner. Kara didn’t seem to mind, although she was a little confused and tried to object when Lena picked up the check. Finally, they left, walking the streets of Chinatown that were wet with rain from a brief storm and glistening with light from the lanterns strung across them.
They paused under a lamp post, waiting for some cars to ease by. Lena took her hand, suddenly, impulsively. “Kara,” she blurted, “you do know I meant for this to be a date, right?”
And Kara laughed, a great, relieved belly laugh and threw her arms around Lena’s waist and pulled her close. “Oh, thank goodness! I kept worrying I overdressed!”
First Kiss
Kara felt like a hot stone wrapped in silk. Lena let herself laugh with her. She looked up at her, how she seemed to glow under the pale gold lamp light. Laughing was the most satisfying release she’d felt in a long time. Better than crying, better than fucking. Standing under street lamp on a cool damp evening with Kara, laughing, in matching tan raincoats, with their arms around each other, felt so right it was almost frightening.
“Kara,” she gasped through her laughter, as tears trickled out the corners of her eyes.
“Yes?” Kara tilted her head down and pressed her forehead against Lena’s. Her laughter slowed a little. Her face was so close, Lena could feel Kara’s breath on her lips. So close, her two eyes looked like one.
“Would you…?” She stopped, gathered her breath, and tried again.
“You have one eye,” Kara giggled.
Her mirth was infectious. “No, you do.”
“No, you do.”
“Kara, shut up. I’m trying to kiss you.”
And then Kara closed the gap. Their lips met. Lena’s pulse fluttered. Kara’s lips were soft, her arms were strong, and her laugh was infectious. It was so joyful, she barely recognized herself.