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Journalism.
What even is journalism?
How do you even do journalism? Wendy loves Kara with her entire being, of course—bless Kara's heart for taking her practically homeless cousin to Earth. But still, Wendy landed on Earth just about two weeks ago. Of course, Kara won't expect her to do some challenging jobs that need a professional degree to do well, right?
Wrong.
For some ungodly reason called "a vacation with Lena", Wendy's super cousin just had to shove a pen, a notebook and a small camera to her unsuspecting arms. Kara instructed (begged) Wendy to cover the press-con of the opening of a new L-corp branch in South Korea. The Supergirl only barely briefed her about what to ask and what to write. She didn't even tell her how to use the camera!
Then again, Wendy is never one to say no to her beloved cousin. Begrudgingly, she accepted Kara's plea and flew to South Korea by herself. So here she stands in between hundreds of other reporters, holding her notes and pen, trying not to get trampled. If only she's allowed to, she can just tilt someone slightly and they all will fall around her. But Kara always tells her to control her power. Always scolds her whenever she lets just a little bit of her true strength seep through.
Wendy sighs. She still needs to train more to keep her powers in check. Kara won't like it if she causes chaos and hurts people in the world Kara has been protecting for long. Wendy won't like it either, but damn does this place hot as fuck and these weak humans are so tempting to be... moved away?
A loud sound from the speaker catches Wendy's attention. She raises her head just in time as a woman walks towards the podium. She's young, and gorgeous, with silky black hair and red lips that stand out in her all black outfit. By 'outfit' Wendy means it as a distractingly short black dress. One that shows her long milky legs that seem to be endless. And those taut yet soft-looking thighs and—wait, what?
Wendy blinks, feeling her cheeks burn. Oh fuck, one minute into the assignment and she's already ogling at the woman she's supposed to interview. Shaking her head, Wendy focuses herself to the task at hand. She watches as the woman introduces herself as Seulgi Luthor; a distance relative of Lena Luthor and the one given the responsibility to handle the L-corp branch in South Korea. Apparently this woman is quite well known here, seen by her short introduction as she quickly changes topic to talk about the new branch.
To be honest, Wendy understands nothing about whatever Seulgi talks about. Something something more advanced technology, something something presidential support, and others Wendy just letting pass through her head. She practically copies everything the woman says down to the commas and periods. Thank Rao for her super hearing. And super speed to write. And super everything else, really. She won't survive here without any of those.
When Seulgi and her entourage pause their explanations, taking a short break to drink, Wendy looks upon her notes. Horrible penmanship aside, the small notebook Kara gave her is already full. Wendy wonders how many 'ahem', or 'Miss Luthor', or even 'well...' she wrote in that.
This is not how journalism work, isn't it? She's supposed to write down only the important things? Just like the other reporters? But how is she going to write the important things when she doesn't even know which are the important things?
Oh, Kara is going to be livid when she receives this mess of a note.
"Moving on, we've prepared a brief presentation of our goal and roadmap for the next 5 years."
Wendy smiles seeing the bright screen being brought to the front. She loves visual presentation. At least she can relax a bit, watch the slides closely to memorize them and redraw everything later. Maybe it can help Kara to organize the notes better once she writes a report about it.
For the first few moments, Wendy blanks. Then she realizes that she's not actually recording anything within her brain. She raises a hand to touch her eyes, touching a pair of glasses instead and internally curses. Of course, the glasses Kara put on her were designed to limit her power; photographic memory included. What a hassle, having to suppress her natural ability to near zero, just to blend with the society.
Wendy sighs again, taking off her glasses—
—and immediately shatters them.
The sound of glass shattering and her own pained yelp at being stabbed by the jagged glass must've been loud enough for everyone to hear. Even Seulgi Luthor pauses her statement, looking curiously at the swarm of people below.
"Hello, miss short hair from the second row?"
Short hair? Second row? Oh, that's her, right?
Wendy forces herself to raise her head up. It's going to be so impolite if she refuses to look, so she pins her view to Seulgi Luthor's own greyish brown. Oh, Rao. She's even more beautiful without the obstruction of the glasses. Wendy can see each subtle dip of her face, the smooth slope of her nose, and her plump, tempting red lips. Her cat-like monolid eyes shining with intelligence look amazing under the sunlight.
"Do you have any question?"
Question?
Right, question. The journalists ask questions at Seulgi. Right. What should she ask, though? Think, Wendy think!
Wendy lets her eyes stray aside for a bit, assessing the slide of Seulgi's presentation to find something akin to a spiderweb with the L-corp in the middle.
Wendy clears her throat. "Hi, I—" wait, she needs to introduce herself "—I'm Wendy Danvers, from Catco Magazine." Smooth start. "What do you expect from building relationships with these companies you've mentioned? Are there any specific goal you project for each partnership?"
Sounds lame. Definitely isn't as smart as the other reporters.
Still, Seulgi smiles and answers her easily. "I do hope for L-corp to be able to form a deep relationship with other companies. For some, maybe deeper. Our goal is to..."
Was Seulgi biting her lips at her?
Wendy thinks it must be impossible—that her mind is playing a trick on her. But the glasses are off and there's no way she'd interpret things wrongly. Except when she is half-gaping, half-daydreaming like now. But she was focused before this, so what she saw must be true.
The glass shards that are still gripped within her hand prick her when she tightens her fist. Bad distraction. Still a distraction, though. With a long, loud sigh, Wendy represses her power to its bare minimum and put her attention back to Seulgi.
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"So, you must be Kara Danvers' cousin?"
Wendy almost spit her drink out when she hears Seulgi's voice right beside her. The press-con is finished, but L-corp provides some snacks and drinks for the reporters to take freely. Wendy wasn't really tempted to, but the shards of her destroyed glasses were falling everywhere so she had to take a seat in a secluded place, to collect them all in one pouch. Bringing just a glass of orange juice to keep her company.
She definitely did not expect Seulgi Luthor to find her beneath the shades.
Wendy jumps and straightens her back the moment she sees Seulgi walking towards her, cursing herself for losing focus. Damn, if the orange juice isn't that good she feels like she was drinking something from the heaven. Fumbling slightly, Wendy soon catches herself and bows politely at Seulgi.
"Hello, Ms. Luthor. I am.. yes, my name is Wendy Danvers."
"Oh please, drop the formalities. Just call me Seulgi." Seulgi chuckles as she waves her hand. She sits beside Wendy, crossing her legs over each other as she sips her own drink.
Up close, the 'dress' Wendy thought Seulgi was wearing turns out to be just a suit with a black shirt underneath. And pants. Very short pants. Whatever she wears under it is a vision Wendy wishes she didn't accidentally see before.
"Lena told me about you." Seulgi starts. "Were you really Kara's relative? You don't look remotely the same as her."
Wendy awkwardly laughs and nods. "Well.. yea, not really. Her uncle took me in when I was young. So we're cousins, just not by blood."
"Thought so."
The grin Seulgi gives her looks very triumphant, as if she just unraveled a thousand year old secret. "But if you're not Kara's relative, do you have the same power as hers?"
"Yes, I do. Why?"
Seulgi claps then puts her glass down. She turns to face Wendy, her monolid eyes full of wonder and amazement as she scoots closer to the brunette. "That's amazing! You see, I've always heard stories about Kara's power. But she'd never come here, so I’ve never experienced them myself. Really makes me dead curious."
Uh oh, so Seulgi's that type of person. The curious ones that will keep asking and asking until she gets what she wants.
"So, Wendy. Can you fly? And shoot lasers from your eyes?"
Wendy has had half a mind not to answer at all, but Seulgi's hopeful eyes are making her guilty if she ignores the other woman.
"I—I can, yes."
She tries not to show, but her own body has its own way for her discomfort to be known.
"Woah, your eyes change color?" Dang, there it is. Wendy bet her eyes are as green as Lena's now. Maybe a few shades darker. Her first autonomous response to a mildly disturbing experience. Thankfully, Seulgi seems to be more amazed than concerned. "That's new, I don't think Kara's change. Am I correct?"
"Yeah, it's just mine." Wendy shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.
Seulgi clicks her tongue. "Wonderful. What else do those eyes do?"
"Uhh..."
"Do they have X-ray vision? Like Kara's?"
Without Wendy noticing, Seulgi is already leaning so closely to her. Wendy gulps, feeling her back colliding with the wall. Seulgi has her cornered. Even if Wendy is most definitely far stronger and more agile, her naughty shit of a brain decides to put her focus to Seulgi's neck instead.
Oh wow, she wears chokers. It suits her. Even more so if it's her fingers around Seulgi's ne—
"Yeah, they do."
Wendy's voice sounds hoarse even to her own ears. So unlike her, especially after Seulgi smirks. Knowing.
"So you do see what I wear to the press, sweetheart."
Wendy has yet to reply when Seulgi loops her arms around her neck, dragging her down and kisses her fervently. Hands flailing in panic, Wendy finds herself grabbing Seulgi's waist. She is once again reminded of the skimpy, thin, near transparent red thong she saw when she took off her glasses. Now that she feels the material under her fingertips, Wendy can't be even more panicked. Not helping how she's basically groping Seulgi's waist and thighs with how the other woman is straddling her lap.
"For someone so nerdy, you're one hell of a great kisser."
Seulgi pulls away before Wendy could as much as processing this turn event. The woman bites her lips seductively, then moans, slapping away Wendy's hands that are subconsciously gripping her thighs.
"I'll see you around, Wendy."
Wendy still struggles to breathe correctly as Seulgi's smirk grows wider. The Luthor steps away, pulling her suit down to cover the reddish mark of Wendy's palm on her thighs. Seeing how Wendy doesn't recover from her shock fast enough, Seulgi smiles cheekily, then leans down once again.
"Most preferably, later tonight," Seulgi whispers as she slips a paper into Wendy's fist. "My house. Seven p.m. Don't be late sweetheart, I wanna know how far can you lose your control with me."
With a wink, Seulgi departs. Leaving a flushing Kryptonian behind. She can hear Wendy gasps and fumbles, but she spares the brunette no glance.
Ah, well, Lena did tell her to take care of Kara's sibling.
She just didn't specify how.
E.n.D
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