Supercorptober 2021 Day 15: Coffee
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It’s not the first time Lena’s woken up in Kara’s bed, not the first time she’s stayed over at her best friend’s apartment.
But it is the first time that she feels the sheets slide against bare skin as she moves, the first time that she’s not sure she can call Kara just a friend anymore.
Lena shifts, eyes still closed, smile on her face as she stretches, hand reaching out in search of the other occupant of the bed. She frowns when she feels nothing, blinks her eyes open and finds the other side of the bed empty.
She sits up, sheet pulled to her naked chest as she glances around. She doesn’t see Kara, but she does see her clothes, folded in a neat pile, which was not where they were left last night. Lena can’t actually even remember where they ended up last night but she does know that they’d ended up scattered around the room.
Lena slips out of the bed when she spots what looks to be a piece of paper sat atop the clothes. On closer inspection, she sees it’s a note from Kara.
Super emergency, be back soon x
She smiles when she reads it, the little ‘x’ at the end making her feel ridiculously happy because she actually knows what a kiss from Kara feels like now, what a kiss from Kara tastes like.
Lena eyes the clothes, considers putting them back on, but then she thinks better of it. Even though she’d been wearing jeans and a blouse last night, they don’t sound overly comfortable in the light of the morning so instead she hunts through Kara’s drawers, finds a comfy pair of pants and a sweater to wear instead.
She knows Kara won’t mind her stealing her clothes.
After a quick shower, she makes her way into the living room. She’s not sure what to do now, she’s not sure how long Kara will be gone. She knows she can’t leave, knows they need to talk. It’s not everyday your best friend kisses you completely out of the blue and you end up sleeping with her.
Lena does know one thing though, she knows that this wasn’t a one time thing, knows that it meant something to Kara, it means something to her too.
Making breakfast sounds like a good idea, because if she knows one thing about Kara, it’s that she loves food.
That thought has barely popped into her mind when there’s a flash of blue and red and Kara flies into the living room.
Lena’s heart leaps in her chest. Not at the sudden appearance of the superhero, she’s used to that now. No, it’s the fact that Kara has a bouquet of flowers in her hand that makes Lena’s heart melt.
“Hey,” Kara smiles, a hint of nerves in the upturn of her lips. “You’re still here.”
“Hi,” Lena smiles, feeling suddenly nervous herself. She’s never felt like this about someone before, and she doesn’t want to mess it up. “I am.”
“I’m glad. These are for you.” Kara holds out the flowers. “And I brought breakfast.” It’s only then that Lena notices Kara’s other hand is full too, two cups of coffee in a coffee holder and a brown paper bag held precariously in the other.
“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” Lena says, taking the offered flowers. She lifts them to her nose, inhales the floral scent. “You shouldn’t have though. You didn’t need to get me anything after…” Lena trails off when she realises what she’s about to bring up.
Kara bites her lip. “We should talk, shouldn’t we?”
“We should,” Lena nods.
Kara takes the flowers, puts them in a vase and then sets them, with their breakfast, on the table. All the while Lena stays quiet, watches Kara as she makes quick work of spreading out the breakfast, one that mostly consists of sticky buns, before they both take a seat.
They start eating in silence, Lena trying to figure out what to say and she can see Kara thinking about it too. They’re halfway through their sticky buns and coffee before Kara speaks first.
“I like seeing you in my clothes.”
“I like wearing them,” Lena laughs, relaxing under Kara’s warm gaze.
Kara smiles. “And back to what you said before, I know I didn’t have to bring you flowers, but I wanted to. We didn’t talk about it last night but I want to talk about it now, I want there to be no misunderstandings. I want you to know that last night meant something to me.”
“It meant something to me too.”
“I don’t want it to be a one time thing either,” Kara continues. “And I don’t want it to be just sex. I want to hold your hand too, I want to kiss you, I want to argue about what we’re having for dinner and spend lazy mornings cuddled in bed with you.”
Lena swallows, willing herself not to cry. She reaches out, lays a hand over Kara’s on the table. Her hand is a little sticky but it’s also perfect. “I want that too.”
“Definitely,” Lena grins.
“Well,” Kara’s grinning too. She pushes back from her chair and rounds the table. Lena’s surprised when she steps into her space, nudging Lena’s knees apart so she can press in closer. Though maybe she shouldn’t be surprised by Kara’s boldness, considering Kara had been the one to kiss her last night, the one to take her hand and ask if she’d like to stay, and just now she was the one saying she wanted to be with Lena. “You don’t have to be at work until this afternoon, right?”
Lena tilts an eyebrow, looking up at Kara. It’s intoxicating, having her this close. “I don’t, why?”
“Because I was just talking about kissing you, and now it’s all I can think about.”
Now that Kara is this close, it’s all she can think about too.
Kara tilts forward and then a warm mouth is on hers, Kara pressing even further into her space as she kisses her.
“You taste like cinnamon,” Kara mumbles into the kiss. “I like it.”
The words are just enough to break through Lena’s kiss-induced haze, but it’s enough to make her laugh as she leans away.
Kara looks embarrassed when she realises the thought was out loud.
“You can finish the sticky buns first, if you like?” Lena teases, but with the way Kara is looking at her lips now, she already knows what the answer will be.
Kara shakes her head. “This is better,” she says, as she leans in to kiss Lena again.
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