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Okay, so Kara might have taken the long route home in order to fly past Lena’s apartment, but that didn’t mean anything. She might have been lingering in the general area of Lena’s apartment quite a lot lately, but that didn’t mean anything either. She did just so happen to be around when Lena’s fire alarm went off though, and since her whole thing was saving people… she might have saved the fire department a late night call out.
She flew through Lena’s open kitchen window and took in the scene. Lena, dressed only in an oversize t shirt and criminally short sleep shorts and brandishing a glass of wine and a spatula, was glaring at the smoke detector screeching from the ceiling and largely ignoring the pot which appeared to be attempting to commit arson from the stovetop. Kara pulled it off the heat and threw a towel over the acrid contents before scooping up Lena and diving back out of the window. ‘Sorry,’ she said as Lena bemusedly watched her wineglass fall to the street below. She’d sacrificed it in order to throw an arm around Kara’s neck and was now wondering at her own decision to drop the alcohol in favour of her rather singed cooking utensil. ‘I assumed you’d prefer a grander exit than death by drunk cooking.’
Lena met Kara’s gaze and blinked at her. ‘I’m not drunk.’ She blinked again, and Kara realised she was trying (and failing, if the continued blinking was anything to go by) to focus on her face. ‘Okay, maybe a bit. The vertigo is sobering me up nicely though, so if you’d be so kind…’ She trailed off, biting her lip and gazing expectantly up at Kara.
‘Right! You don’t like flying.’ Kara shut her eyes briefly, reminding herself that the tight grip Lena had around her neck was nothing more than fear. Fear that she should be attempting to banish. ‘Can I take you somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less chance of death by smoke inhalation than your apartment,’ she said, nodding at the open window still spewing grey fumes into the night sky.
‘Er… I can’t go back to the office dressed like this.’ Lena rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand (almost whacking Kara with the spatula in the process) and sighed. She was only a little tipsy, but she was just drunk enough that the thought of turning up at a certain reporter’s door at 2am wearing little more than her underwear didn’t quite make her blanche. ‘Can you take me to Kara’s?’
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A slightly hair raising flight and a dropped spatula later, Lena was deposited at Kara’s apartment door. Supergirl disappeared with a swish of her cloak before Lena could do more than stutter out a thanks, and by the time Kara heard a tentative knock at her door she had zoomed around and through her own window, changed into her pyjamas and, as an afterthought, mussed up her bedsheets.
She opened the door to Lena’s apologetic smile, one bare foot rubbing nervously up her calf, and for the first time that night Kara allowed herself a second to take in the picture that was Lena in an oversized t shirt, with flight ruffled hair and bleary eyes from wine and lack of sleep.
‘Lena! What-’
‘Kara, I just-’
They both started at once, and Kara laughed and nodded for Lena to go on.
‘Kara, I know it’s late and I hate to intrude but my apartment is full of smoke because I drank more wine than I put in the food and I can’t go back in and you’re my only friend here and I didn’t know where else to go and…’ She tailed off, biting her lip again as she waited for a response, gaze dropping slightly to take in Kara’s own slightly disheveled appearance. Her glasses were slightly askew on her face and she was wearing what looked like the softest, most perfectly worn t shirt emblazoned with a logo for… the mathletes? Lena smiled to herself, storing that particular bit of information for later.
Kara ducked her head in an attempt to hide the grin spreading across her face at the novelty of having it be Lena for once who was rambling, and opened her door wider to usher her through into the apartment. Her own lack of sleep was catching up with her, so she simply closed the door and wandered back through to her bedroom, motioning for Lena to follow and speaking through a yawn as she went. ‘You can explain properly in the morning, but right now I need to sleep and probably so do you, bed’s here,’ she motioned at the bed, which was doing a reasonably good job of acting as if it had been slept in, ‘and the bathroom’s through there,’ this time waving an arm in the vague direction of the bathroom door before crawling under her duvet and waiting for Lena to do the same.
Lena did not. Drunk she may have been, but impolite she was not. ‘I’m really fine with the couch Kara, I don’t want to intrude-’ was all she managed to get out before a hand appeared from the mound of bedding that purported itself to be Kara and pointed commandingly at a dresser to the left of Lena, and then at the other side of the bed. Assuming that Kara did not make a habit of sharing a bed with her furniture and rather had attempted to blindly point at Lena, she weighed her options. Couch: uncomfortable but with less potential for embarrassment. Bed: soft and enticing, likely to provide a restful night’s sleep in advance of that meeting she was sure she had tomorrow, but also providing opportunities for making a fool of herself in front of Kara. It was the wine that made the decision in the end, and when she slipped under the covers beside Kara there was barely time for her to slip out a mortifyingly loud groan at the feeling of the soft mattress before she’d fallen asleep. Kara took slightly longer to succumb to the weight of her eyelids, head filled as it was with the memory of Lena dropping her head on Kara’s shoulder on the flight over, lips millimetres from her neck. That was something that would keep anyone awake. Not just a particular someone nursing a tremendous crush on her current platonic bedmate.