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Lena Luthor had survived boardroom wars, blackmail scandals, and world-ending threats, but nothing made her more nervous than the thought of Sam Arias finding out she was sleeping with her baby sister.
Not just sleeping with. Addicted to.
Three months ago, it had been a bad idea. A secret tryst after too many drinks and sharp smiles. But Y/N was impossible to quit – wild, beautiful, and dangerous in all the ways Lena had never allowed herself to want someone.
And now, as Lena packed for the weekend getaway with all their friends, including Sam, she could already feel the tightrope fraying beneath her feet.
Y/N leaned against the bedroom doorframe, all long legs and knowing eyes. “You’re overpacking.”
“I like options,” Lena said, placing a black silk top into her suitcase with surgical precision.
Y/N pushed off the door and crossed the room slowly. “Mm. Speaking of options... you’ve got one.”
Lena glanced up.
Y/N stopped in front of her, voice soft but loaded. “Take care of me now… or risk me being a very bad girl all weekend.”
Lena’s breath caught. And just like that packing was the last thing on her mind.
She stepped forward, crowding Y/N until her back hit the edge of the dresser. “You can’t go two hours without misbehaving?”
Y/N smiled, smug. “Not when you keep wearing that face like you want to ruin me.”
Lena’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips and hoisted her onto the dresser in one swift motion. “Say it.”
“I need you,” Y/N whispered, eyes dark. “Now.”
That was all Lena needed.
Their mouths collided – teeth, tongue, hunger. Lena shoved Y/N’s shirt up, tearing it over her head, lips moving to bite at her chest as her hands tugged shorts and underwear down in one brutal movement.
“Already wet for me, baby?” Lena muttered against her skin, sliding two fingers through slick heat.
Y/N gasped, legs falling open. “Always.”
Lena dropped to her knees, mouth hot and greedy between Y/N’s thighs, devouring her like it was the last time. One arm wrapped tightly around Y/N’s waist as she thrust two fingers deep and crooked, grinding her tongue against her clit. She didn’t let up, not when Y/N started shaking, not when she cried out her name. She kept going until the dresser creaked and Y/N came with a strangled sob, body clenching, hands clawing through Lena’s hair.
When Lena stood, her lips were wet, pupils blown, and her hand slid up to gently cup Y/N’s jaw.
“There,” she breathed. “Now maybe you’ll behave.”
Y/N’s smile was glassy and wicked. “No promises.”
**
Three SUVs rolled up the long gravel driveway just before dusk. Lena’s cabin was less “cabin” and more “James Bond villain hideout” – a massive glass-and-wood lodge tucked against a lakeside ridge, with pine trees stretching high into the summer sky.
“Holy shit,” Nia said, stepping out of the car with a hand shielding her eyes. “You said rustic, not rich-people rustic.”
“This place has a wine cellar,” Alex called from the back of another SUV. “That’s not rustic. That’s criminally rich.”
“I like insulation,” Lena said smoothly as she stepped out with her bag, sunglasses perched on her head. “And privacy.”
Y/N followed close behind, skin still tingling from earlier. She gave nothing away, just adjusted her bag and smirked at the sprawling lodge. “We better not get murdered here. I want my death to be way less cliché.”
“You think this is dangerous?” Brainy asked, stepping out beside Nia. “Wait until you see Alex drunk in the hot tub.”
“I will literally drown you,” Alex muttered.
Kelly laughed and handed Alex a cooler. “Not before I do.”
From the third car, Kara and Sam emerged, chatting and laughing over something Sam had said. Kara nudged Sam’s shoulder with a grin that lingered longer than it needed to.
Y/N clocked it.
Inside, the cabin was all open space and quiet luxury. Polished wood floors, double-height ceilings, and a fireplace big enough to roast a cow. The back doors opened onto a deck with a hot tub already bubbling, the lake just visible through the trees.
“Okay, who’s bunking where?” Nia asked, kicking off her shoes.
“Everyone gets their own room,” Lena said. “Unless you’re trying to relive college trauma.”
“I call the one closest to the kitchen,” Kara said.
“You just want midnight snacks,” Alex laughed.
“Obviously.”
Y/N wandered into a bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and thick curtains. She dropped her bag and turned just as Lena passed by the door.
“You want me to sneak in later?” Lena murmured, quiet and deliberate.
Y/N arched a brow. “Only if you bring wine and knock like a serial killer so I know it’s you.”
Lena gave her a faint smirk and kept walking.
Outside, someone cracked open a beer. Music started playing. The hot tub steamed in the evening air.
The weekend had officially begun. Everyone thought it was going to be all games, drinks, and laughter.
But secrets always found a way to burn through even the coldest lakeside air, and Lena Luthor was about to find out that the line between control and chaos was much thinner than she thought.
**
Lunch had long ended, but nobody was in a rush to leave the shaded wooden deck. The view of the lake sparkled beyond the trees, the summer air warm and heavy with pine and sunscreen, and the large outdoor table was now more bottle service than dining area – ciders, beers, Lena’s fancy wine, and someone’s emergency tequila (Alex’s, obviously).
Nia leaned forward in her seat, eyes glinting. “Okay. We’ve eaten. We’re tipsy. It’s time.”
Alex groaned. “Please don’t say ‘truth or dare.’”
“Worse,” Nia said. “Never Have I Ever. Cabin edition.”
“Why is everything suddenly cabin edition?” Brainy asked, squinting at the sky like it had wronged him.
“It’s vacation,” Kelly answered. “Rules are different. Morals are looser.”
“I’m already regretting this,” Lena muttered.
“Too late,” Y/N said brightly, nudging her under the table with her knee. “You're playing.”
Lena shot her a look over her sunglasses – cool, dry, but not without amusement.
The group settled in. Kara and Sam were on the far side of the table, still half-sipping drinks and laughing about something quiet between them. Alex and Kelly were already arm-in-arm. Nia looked like she was about to start some chaos.
Y/N sat close beside Lena – legs brushing, fingers nearly touching. The secret of it made her chest hum.
“I’ll go first,” Nia said, raising her glass. “Never have I ever... sent nudes to the wrong person.”
“Jesus,” Kara whispered.
Alex drank immediately.
“So did I,” Kelly said, sighing.
Y/N choked.
“What?” Nia screamed.
“I meant to send her a cute mirror pic,” Kelly groaned. “But I hit the wrong thread. It wasn’t even that bad, but still traumatic.”
Alex was laughing too hard to speak.
“My turn,” Alex wheezed. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone I work with.”
Silence.
Then Kara sipped her beer suspiciously slowly.
Sam blinked. “Kara.”
“What?” Kara said quickly. “That was before I worked there full-time.”
Nia narrowed her eyes. “Define hooked up.”
“Let’s just say the copier was involved,” Kara muttered.
Y/N turned to Lena, amused. “You ever mix business with pleasure?”
Lena smirked, taking a sip of her wine. “Only once when I wanted to fire someone afterward.”
Under the table, her hand found Y/N’s thigh – warm, steady. Not suggestive… yet.
“I’ll go,” Y/N said, resting her chin in her hand. “Never have I ever kissed someone on a dare.”
A few people drank. Kara. Nia. Kelly.
“You haven’t?” Alex asked her. “You seem like the kind of girl who’d own a party dare.”
“I have standards,” Y/N said with mock dignity. “And also, I like choosing who I kiss.”
“That’s hot,” Nia said bluntly.
Y/N winked at her.
Lena’s hand squeezed lightly.
Sam raised a brow. “So what’s the craziest kiss you have had?”
Y/N tilted her head, thoughtful. “Hmm. Junior year. I was working at this bookstore on weekends. Regular customer came in – gorgeous, mid-thirties, confident. She used to flirt every time she bought poetry.”
“Poetry gays are the most dangerous gays,” Nia whispered.
“One Friday she stayed after closing. Said she wanted a recommendation, then kissed me behind the stockroom door. No warning. No words. Just… grabbed me and kissed me like a challenge.”
The group went silent for half a second.
Then Alex let out a low whistle.
“What happened after that?” Kara asked.
Y/N shrugged with a coy smile. “Nothing. She never came back.”
“You didn’t go after her?” Kelly asked.
Y/N shook her head. “Nope.”
Lena’s hand tightened on her thigh, not jealous. Just possessive. As if she’s providing y/n with a reminder of who she belongs to.
Sam’s eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced between them. A small shift. Barely a flicker.
But Y/N caught it.
And so did Lena.
“I’ve got one,” Kelly said quickly, saving the moment. “Never have I ever fallen for someone I really, really shouldn’t have.”
That hit like a dart in slow motion.
No one moved.
Then Kara took a sip.
Sam stared into her glass.
Alex drank too. “It’s kind of my brand.”
Y/N didn’t drink.
But Lena?
She lifted her wine slowly. Took a quiet sip. Said nothing.
Under the table, her hand slipped slightly higher.
Y/N reached down and stilled her with a palm. “Later,” she whispered, only for her to hear.
Lena didn’t respond. Just leaned back in her chair, calm as a storm waiting to break.
The game continued, more laughs, more stories, more drinks, but something had changed. Subtle, humming beneath the surface.
Secrets didn’t feel like they’d stay secret much longer.
Especially not with Sam watching so closely.
And not with Y/N beginning to notice how often Kara looked at her sister like she was made of gravity.
**
The hot tub bubbled gently under a canopy of stars, tucked into the back deck of Lena’s lakeside palace disguised as a cabin. Steam curled into the cool night air, lit by the soft golden string lights wrapped around the railings. Someone had queued up a mellow playlist, and a half-empty bottle of rosé floated in the shallow drinks tray like it had found religion.
Y/N was already in the water, lounging like she had every intention of being someone’s downfall. Her navy bikini wasn’t outrageous. It was cute. Playful. The kind of swimwear you could get away with calling “cheeky.” But the two little white stars stitched perfectly over her nipples?
Yeah. Lena was unwell.
Y/N caught her staring as she approached and offered a lazy smirk. “Like the view?”
Lena’s voice was flat. “I should’ve brought a blindfold.”
She stepped into the hot tub with as much grace as someone in crisis could manage, settling across from Y/N like the water between them was enough of a buffer.
It was not.
“Okay, who had ‘Lena shows up last so she can make a dramatic entrance’ on their bingo card?” Alex asked from her corner seat, already half-drunk and cuddled into Kelly.
“Rude,” Lena muttered.
“Expected,” Sam added with a grin.
“I thought she’d helicopter in,” Nia said. “Like, lowered down in a Luthor-branded wetsuit.”
Lena raised an eyebrow. “You joke, but I do have a branded dry suit. For emergencies.”
“That’s horrifying,” Kara said cheerfully, swirling her beer in a plastic cup. “And somehow not surprising.”
“Do we get Luthor-branded robes too?” Y/N chimed in innocently, draping her arms along the tub’s edge.
Lena’s eyes flicked to her chest, then away again like she'd been burned. “If you’re good.”
Nia raised her cup. “Can we toast to that?”
“To being good?” Kara asked.
“To being just bad enough,” Y/N replied, grin wicked.
Glasses clinked. Laughter rolled through the group.
The water sloshed gently as Brainy readjusted his seat and asked, “Are there social rules about foot placement in a communal hot tub?”
“Don’t play footsie with strangers,” Alex said.
“Or with your sister’s ex,” Sam added quickly, nodding at Kara.
Kara nearly choked on her drink. “I thought we agreed not to bring that up!”
“We didn’t,” Sam said, very smug.
“Anyway,” Nia said, clearly steering toward chaos, “now that we’re all cozy and wine-soaked… what’s everyone’s love life status? Let’s update the group chat verbally.”
Lena sipped her wine. Hard. “Not it.”
“I’m good,” Alex said, throwing her arm around Kelly.
Kelly winked. “Married and still obsessed with her.”
Brainy tilted his head. “Emotionally secure. No updates.”
“That’s hot babe,” Nia muttered.
“I’m… working on something,” Kara said, glancing at Sam too quickly, then away again.
Sam smiled into her drink. “Same.”
Then Nia’s eyes found Y/N.
“What about you, Miss ‘just bad enough’? You’ve been suspiciously quiet this season.”
Y/N didn’t flinch. “I’ve been focusing on inner peace.”
“Oh no,” Alex said. “That’s code for someone’s wrecking your life quietly.”
Y/N let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. “Sadly, no. No chaos. Just me and… lube.”
Kara snorted into her wine.
“You’re telling me,” Nia said, suspicious, “that you’re in a dry spell?”
Y/N gave an elaborate shrug. “Like the Sahara, babe.”
“Mmm,” Lena said, swirling her wine. “Doubtful.”
Everyone turned.
“What was that?” Alex asked, eyes narrowing like a hawk.
“Nothing,” Lena said smoothly. “Just… hard to believe.”
“She’s calling me hot,” Y/N said, rescuing her with a cheeky wink.
Nia pointed her glass. “Okay, that I believe.”
“You all suck,” Y/N laughed, pushing hair out of her face.
“Hey,” Alex grinned. “Don’t hate the dry spell. It just means the next rainstorm will hit hard.”
“Oh my God,” Kara muttered. “That was a terrible metaphor.”
“It was poetry,” Alex said proudly.
The conversation swirled around them again, something about who had the worst date story and whether pineapple on pizza was truly evil (Lena: yes. Kara: no. Brainy: “fruit has no moral alignment”).
But Lena’s attention drifted back across the water, where Y/N was half-lit by the deck lights, shoulders glistening, stars on her chest like a challenge she hadn’t meant to issue, or maybe had absolutely meant to.
Y/N shifted, and Lena’s leg brushed hers under the surface.
She froze.
Then, slowly, Y/N let her foot trail up Lena’s calf.
Lena closed her eyes.
“I hate you,” she murmured.
Y/N smiled like sin. “No, you don’t.”
And God help her – she didn’t.
**
The cabin was quiet. A hush had fallen over the forest, save for the slow whisper of wind through the trees and the occasional pop of cooling wood on the deck. The lake, dark and mirror-still, reflected stars overhead, but it wasn’t the sky that had Lena’s pulse thudding behind her ribs.
It was Y/N.
Lena stood outside her door for a full thirty seconds before knocking. Twice. Soft. A rhythm they’d established weeks ago.
The door creaked open almost immediately.
Y/N stood barefoot in the doorway, wrapped in an old sweatshirt – Lena’s, judging by the way it hung off one shoulder. Her hair was damp from the shower, her skin still flushed pink from the heat of the hot tub. And despite the innocent tilt of her head, her eyes were anything but.
“Took you long enough,” she murmured, stepping aside. “And I though I told you to knock like a serial killer.”
Lena entered, slow and silent. She didn’t speak until the door was shut behind her. “You’re lucky I made it at all.”
“Oh?” Y/N asked, amusement dancing in her voice as she perched on the edge of the bed. “Why’s that?”
Lena turned to face her. Arms crossed. Controlled, barely.
“You’re bold,” she said. “That bikini was war.”
Y/N feigned innocence, toes curling into the rug. “You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” Lena said, taking a step forward. “I said it was war.”
Y/N laughed. “You looked like you were going to combust.”
“I nearly did.”
“Then maybe you should’ve done something about it.”
“I am now,” Lena said, suddenly very close, her voice a low purr. “Because clearly, I haven’t been doing enough.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are we talking about my dry spell?”
Lena let out a quiet, humourless laugh. “That’s what you’re calling it?”
“I mean,” Y/N said, leaning back on her elbows, “I couldn’t exactly say, ‘Oh no, Lena’s been breaking me nightly for three months.’ That would raise questions.”
Lena’s eyes darkened. “It wasn’t what you said. It was how you said it. Looking at me. Wearing those stars.”
Y/N’s smile curved wicked. “You’re mad at me?”
“I’m vengeful.”
“Oh no,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.
Lena took a breath. “You want to be a good girl for me tonight?”
Y/N’s entire posture changed – subtle, automatic. Knees parting slightly. Eyes wide and sparkling.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then listen closely,” Lena said. “You’re going to be quiet. You’re not going to make a sound. Because if one person in this house hears what I do to you…”
Y/N inhaled sharply, lips parting. “Then what?”
Lena walked over to the chair that y/n had hung her bikini over and grabbed the bottoms.
Y/N's eyes widened. “You’re joking.”
“Open your mouth.”
She hesitated. Not because she didn’t want to, but because of how deliberate Lena’s energy was. It wasn’t just heat. It was intention. Command.
Y/N opened.
Lena stepped forward, pushed the fabric gently past her lips. It wasn’t rough. It was careful. Quiet. A warning. A promise.
“You like pushing me, don’t you?” Lena whispered.
Y/N nodded, slowly.
“You like when I lose control.”
Another nod.
“You like knowing that no matter how good you are at pretending in front of everyone else, at night…” Lena leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Y/N’s ear, “...you still crawl to me.”
Y/N whimpered around the fabric.
Lena’s hand slid beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, tracing slowly up her thigh, fingers dancing lightly over sensitive skin.
“Good girl,” she murmured.
Y/N squirmed.
“I should be mad at you,” Lena continued, voice soft but dangerous. “You made me sit through two hours of you in a scandalous bikini, giggling, playing coy – like I wasn’t starving for you.”
“But you’re lucky,” Lena whispered, pulling the sweatshirt over her head. “Because I still love how much you make me want you.”
Y/N’s breathing was shallow, the fabric in her mouth damp now from need, from pressure.
“Do you know how hard it is not to worship you?” Lena asked, pressing kisses to her neck. “Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this, every night, and having to pretend I’m not in love with the way you fall apart for me?”
Y/N whined, eyes fluttering shut.
Lena pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. “You’re perfect. You always are. Even when you’re bad.”
Y/N arched up into her, trembling under every word.
“You want to make it up to me?” Lena asked.
Y/N nodded frantically.
“Then lie back,” she whispered. “Be good. Take everything.”
And Y/N did.
She sank into the pillows, eyes glassy, mouth full, heart (and legs) open.
Lena kissed her as though it would anchor her to the earth, long and slow and full of punishment and devotion all at once.
The rest unfolded like a secret only they knew how to speak.
**
The cabin was already humming with slow, sleepy movement by the time Y/N emerged from her room. Her hair was tousled, and a light hoodie was tugged over a strappy tank and soft shorts. The echo of last night was still in her legs, the kind of ache that made her grin into her coffee mug like a secret.
Lena was already in the kitchen, sipping espresso and scrolling on her phone like she hadn’t spent the better part of the night making Y/N forget how to speak. Her hair was swept up, crisp white tee tucked into linen pants, face unreadable except for the faint lift of one brow when Y/N reached past her for the sugar.
Their fingers brushed.
Y/N didn’t look up, but she did smile.
Behind them, the rest of the house began to stir. The sliding doors opened onto the back deck where Kara and Sam were already sitting cross-legged on a blanket, arguing over which bird was louder. Alex wandered into the kitchen next, wearing a hoodie that said ‘Don’t Talk To Me Until My Second Coffee.’
“Why are you all awake?” she asked the room.
“It’s eleven,” Lena said dryly.
“That’s subjective,” Alex replied.
Kelly entered behind her, fully dressed, with her hair in a neat puff and a plan in her eyes. “Okay,” she announced. “We need to do something today or we’ll all rot into the couch and drink through the wine supply before sunset.”
“I thought that was the plan,” Kara called from the deck.
“Seconded,” Alex mumbled.
“Nope,” Kelly said. “Fun will be had. We’re at a cabin. By a lake. It’s illegal not to do wholesome activities.”
Y/N leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee. “Define wholesome.”
“Canoeing,” Kelly said.
“Ugh.”
“Paddleboarding,” she tried.
“I’ll fall and drown,” Nia added, entering with a towel around her shoulders and damp hair, like she’d already gone for a swim.
“Okay,” Kelly grinned. “You get an A for effort.”
“Nature is trying to kill me,” Nia said. “But at least I’ll die hydrated.”
“We could do a picnic by the lake?” Kara suggested.
Sam nodded. “With wine. And music.”
“That’s just a hot outdoor nap,” Alex said.
“Exactly,” Lena murmured, eyes flicking to Y/N.
“I’m not mad at it,” Y/N agreed.
“I brought a waterproof speaker,” Brainy offered, walking in with alarming energy and an armful of peaches. “And a kite.”
Everyone stared.
“You brought a kite?” Y/N asked, amused.
“You’d be surprised how competitive wind sports can get,” he said, straight-faced.
Kara brightened. “I want to try!”
“Of course you do,” Sam teased.
The group burst into conversation, voices overlapping, plans shifting between lake hangs, paddleboarding challenges, and who was bringing snacks. Y/N stayed mostly quiet, eyes flicking occasionally to Lena, who was trying very hard to look disinterested but whose gaze always seemed to land right back on her.
Eventually, Y/N ducked back to her room, claiming she needed sunscreen and a better top for the lake.
The second the door closed behind her, she exhaled and flopped face-first onto the bed.
She didn’t even hear Lena until the door clicked shut again behind her.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Lena asked, voice low and dangerous.
Y/N peeked up, chin on the comforter. “Hmm?”
“That hoodie you’re wearing? With the shorts?” Lena stepped closer. “I haven’t stopped thinking about last night and then you walk into the kitchen all flushed and smug and–”
“Flushed?” Y/N grinned, rolling onto her back. “You looked at me like you wanted to drag me across the counter.”
“I did,” Lena said flatly.
Y/N stretched her arms overhead and smiled. “You’re very composed for someone thinking filthy thoughts over breakfast.”
Lena moved toward her, knee pressed into the mattress. “Do you know how difficult it is not to touch you when you’re like this?”
Y/N tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “Like what?”
Lena leaned down, hovering just above her mouth. “Smug. Warm. Sore. Acting like I’m the only one unravelling.”
Y/N whispered, “You are the only one.”
Lena kissed her – slow, deep, messy.
And that’s exactly when the door opened.
“Oh my god–” Nia froze, half-in, holding a speaker and a bundle of towels. “OH MY GOD.”
Lena practically dove away like she’d touched fire. Y/N sat bolt upright, hair a mess, lips bitten red.
Nia just blinked, then broke into a slow grin.
“Oh my god,” she whispered again. “You two.”
Y/N groaned. “This is not what it looks like.”
“Liar,” Nia said, beaming.
Lena dragged a hand over her face. “Nia– please don’t–”
“Say anything? Nope. Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to vibe.” She held up her hand like a scout.
“Thank you,” Y/N said quickly.
“But,” Nia added, backing out of the room with giddy eyes, “you owe me details.”
“What–”
“Like, eventually. Not now. I’ll wait. But this? This is hot.” She backed out completely and gently shut the door.
Silence.
Y/N laughed into a pillow.
Lena lay back on the bed, covering her face. “We’re going to get caught by all of them at this rate.”
Y/N rolled over and rested her head on Lena’s stomach. “Well at least it wasn’t Sam.”
**
The lakeside was bathed in warm, shimmering sunlight, the kind that made everything feel a little hazy and unreal. Blankets were laid out across the grassy edge where pine trees met open water. Drinks were chilled in a cooler, music hummed quietly from Brainy’s waterproof speaker, and the soft crunch of chips accompanied the low murmur of overlapping conversations.
Y/N was flat on her stomach on a beach towel, her legs bent at the knees, ankles swinging lazily in the air. She wore beige linen shorts and a dark green bikini top. Beside her, Nia sprawled on her own towel in oversized sunglasses and a wrap tied fashionably at her waist. They were both half-watching the group in front of them – Alex animatedly telling a story with big hand gestures, Brainy correcting her with occasional bursts of scientific trivia, Sam laughing at Kara’s failed attempt to balance a grape on her nose.
It was a chaotic kind of peaceful.
“Okay,” Nia whispered, tilting her head slightly toward Y/N, “not to be a menace but… Lena’s about to chew through her wine glass.”
Y/N smirked into the crook of her arm. “She hiding it well?”
“About as well as Kara hides her crush on your sister. So… not at all.”
Y/N flicked her gaze toward Lena, who sat upright in a loose black linen shirt and shorts , with her signature sunglasses, legs crossed neatly, sipping rosé and looking everywhere except at Y/N.
Except she failed every thirty seconds.
“I’m telling you,” Nia murmured, “the woman’s eyes keep drifting to your ass like it’s her favourite painting in a museum she pretends not to love.”
Y/N turned her face slightly to the side, her cheek pressed to the towel, grinning.
“Spill,” Nia whispered. “You’re glowing. And not just sunblock glow – like, freshly ruined glow.”
Y/N snorted softly. “You’re insane.”
“When did it start?”
Y/N shifted a little closer, eyes still trained on the group ahead. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own conversations to notice them whispering behind the towel fortress.
“Three months ago,” she murmured.
Nia choked slightly on her strawberry. “Three?”
Y/N bit her lip. “Drinks after Sam’s fundraiser. I kissed her first.”
Nia turned her head slowly, dramatically. “You seduced Lena Luthor.”
“She was very seducible,” Y/N said, faux-casual.
Nia smacked her arm. “You little gremlin.”
“We weren’t supposed to keep seeing each other.”
“Liar.”
“I know.”
Nia stared at her for a beat. “Wait, is it like… feelings now?”
Y/N didn’t answer right away. Just looked at Lena again – the firm set of her jaw, the slight crease in her brow from trying not to look. The little muscle in her thigh twitching under restraint.
“Yeah,” Y/N said softly. “It’s feelings.”
Nia squealed, muffled it with her towel, then whispered through gritted teeth, “You’re literally living a Wattpad fantasy and I’m so happy for you.”
Y/N beamed. “You promised to keep it quiet.”
“I did. I am. But you owe me at least a detailed debrief.”
“Later,” Y/N whispered, stretching lazily like a cat. “Right now I’m busy making her suffer.”
Nia cackled and rolled back onto her towel just as Kara tossed a frisbee over their heads and nearly decapitated a squirrel.
“Nice aim!” Sam yelled.
“I’m not Super at everything!” Kara called back.
“Blasphemy!” Alex shouted.
Y/N sat up, pulling her hair over one shoulder and twisting it off her neck. Lena definitely looked that time. Full eye-contact. A split second too long.
Then she turned away, cleared her throat, and poured more wine.
“You’re so mean,” Nia whispered.
“I’m so good at it,” Y/N replied.
**
The sun had just begun its slow descent, casting honeyed light across the lake. A warm breeze rustled the treetops, and the sound of water lapping at the dock made a lazy rhythm in the background. The Superfriends were sprawled in a relaxed circle on blankets and beach towels, snacks and half-empty drinks scattered between them.
It was the kind of evening that tasted like freedom – the sharp fizz of cider, the melt of chocolate on your tongue, the sun still warm on your skin. Kara sat cross-legged beside Alex, her sunglasses slipping down her nose. Brainy and Nia shared a woven hammock, gently swaying as Nia tried to convince him that fictional characters should count. Lena reclined on one elbow on a folded towel, her long legs crossed, her expression cool and unreadable, until her eyes wandered.
Y/N was licking a dripping ice cream cone with a lazy sensuality that was most definitely not accidental. Her tongue chased a drop sliding down her knuckle, and Lena nearly dropped her drink.
“I maintain,” Nia said, dramatically waving a skewer of toasted marshmallows, “that if animated characters were allowed, we’d have a much more interesting game.”
“They’re not real,” Sam pointed out with a laugh.
“Tell that to my childhood crush on Shego from Kim Possible,” Kara mumbled.
Alex snorted into her drink.
“Alright,” Kelly said, pushing her sunglasses into her hair, “new rule. Only real celebrities.”
“Okay, okay!” Nia sat up straighter, her eyes gleaming. “Back to the game. Sam, you’re up. Fuck, Marry, Kill – Beyoncé, Megan Fox, Taylor Swift.”
Sam let out a groan. “Why would you do that to me?”
“You’re welcome.”
Sam considered, brow furrowed. “Okay, marry Beyoncé, obviously. Kill Taylor, sorry, I just can’t compete emotionally. Fuck Megan Fox, preferably on a motorcycle.”
“Oh my god,” Kara said, turning beet red.
“You have a thing,” Alex smirked.
Kara shrugged helplessly. “She has tattoos.”
“Makes sense,” Y/N said with a wink. “You’ve got that whole golden retriever thing. She’d destroy you.”
“I’d say thank you.”
Lena watched the group with detached amusement, her fingers twirling her wine glass. But her eyes kept flicking back to Y/N who was now absently licking a slow drip of vanilla ice cream from the base of her cone. One drop escaped down her wrist and she instinctively followed it with her tongue, a quick motion, unconscious but lethal.
Lena’s jaw tensed.
“Alright, Y/N’s turn!” Nia called out.
Y/N smirked, brushing a bit of ice cream from her lips with the pad of her thumb. “Let’s hear it.”
Nia grinned devilishly. “Okay. Zendaya, Ana de Armas, Rihanna.”
Y/N let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re not playing fair.”
“I never play fair.”
“Marry Rihanna. That’s a whole lifestyle, and I want it. Kill Zendaya, no offense, I just know I’d embarrass myself in her presence. Fuck Ana. Slowly. Often.”
“Oh my god,” Kelly laughed. “This girl’s dangerous.”
Lena took another sip of wine, her expression unreadable.
“Alright, alright,” Alex said. “Lena’s up.”
“Oh no,” Lena muttered, but she didn’t protest.
Alex looked delighted. “Cate Blanchett, Margot Robbie, Angelina Jolie.”
Lena raised one elegant brow. “You’ve had that question loaded for years.”
“Maybe.”
Lena gave a little hum of consideration. “Marry Cate. Kill Margot. Fuck Angelina. Obviously.”
A collective gasp.
“Cold-blooded!” Nia cackled.
“She’d haunt you,” Y/N added. “Margot, I mean.”
“She’d do it fashionably,” Lena replied coolly.
The group laughed again, until Nia leaned forward with a grin that was far too mischievous.
“Okay, wait,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Y/N. One more.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Alright…”
Nia drew it out with dramatic flair. “Florence Pugh… Blake Lively… Lena Luthor.”
Kara choked on her drink. Alex swore. Sam turned and gave Nia a questionable look.
“What?” Lena said sharply, sitting up straighter.
“Technically,” Nia said innocently, “Lena is a celebrity. Forbes list. CEO. Publicly dragged Lex on live TV.”
“She has a Wikipedia page,” Kara added with a sheepish shrug.
“She literally has a fan cam account on TikTok,” Nia said. “I checked.”
Y/N looked unbothered. She tapped her chin, pretending to ponder. “Alright, let’s see…”
Lena stared at her, perfectly still.
“Marry Florence. She’d cook, she’d cuddle, we’d thrive. Kill Blake, too much drama.” She let the pause drag, just a beat longer than necessary. “That leaves…” Y/N slowly turned her head toward Lena. “I guess I’d have to fuck Lena Luthor.”
Lena’s nostrils flared.
“Guess?” Lena said, her voice like silk dipped in frost.
“Oh my god,” Kara whispered, eyes huge.
Alex whispered to Kelly, “They’re going to combust.”
“I’m fine,” Lena said, entirely unconvincing.
“Sure you are,” Nia teased.
Y/N leaned back on her hands, letting her gaze drift lazily over Lena. “I bet you’d be–”
“Anyway!” Sam cut in. “Next question!”
But the tension didn’t fade. Lena kept her eyes forward, calm and composed, except for the death grip on her glass. Y/N took another slow, luxurious lick of her cone, letting her tongue swirl across the melting edge, then flicking her gaze back at Lena with a knowing smile.
And Lena? She swallowed, hard.
**
The moonlight cut through the open window, softening the shadows where Lena had Y/N pinned to the bed, her mouth somewhere just south of reverence.
Y/N let out a breathless moan, her fingers buried in Lena’s hair, her thighs trembling from the attention Lena was so relentlessly, so thoroughly giving her.
Lena looked up, lips slick, eyes dark and devastating. “You’re being very quiet,” she murmured, voice hoarse with mischief.
“Door’s unlocked,” Y/N panted, arching into her. “Trying not to get us murdered.”
“I’d die happy,” Lena said, and ducked her head again–
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Lena froze.
Y/N gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me–”
“Lena?” Sam’s voice, muffled but close. “You up?”
Lena scrambled up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes wide with panic.
“Bathroom,” she hissed.
Y/N blinked. “You want me to hide?”
“She’s your sister, baby! Go!”
Y/N grabbed the nearest shirt, Lena’s, and darted into the en-suite bathroom, quietly shutting the door just as Lena snatched a robe off the back of the chair.
She barely had it tied when–
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Coming,” she called, breath still uneven, hair a mess.
Lena kicked y/n’s discarded clothes underneath the bed then opened the door.
Sam stood in the hallway in sweats and a tank top, hair tied in a loose braid, a familiar furrow between her brows.
“Sorry, I know it’s late,” Sam said softly. “But… can I come in?”
“Of course.” Lena stepped aside, pulse still racing for all the wrong reasons now. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Kinda. I just…” Sam walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, looking unusually shy. “I needed to talk. And you’re my best friend, so…”
Lena’s stomach dropped.
She knows. She found out. She knows I’m fucking her sister and she’s about to kill me in my sleep.
Lena perched on the edge of the desk chair, trying not to look like she was hiding a war crime.
“What’s going on?” she asked, as calmly as she could.
Sam sighed, drawing her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. “It’s about Kara.”
Lena blinked. “Kara?”
“Yeah.”
Oh. Oh.
Relief hit so hard it almost made her laugh. She doesn’t know about Y/N. She wants to talk about Kara.
Lena leaned back just a little, unclenching every invisible muscle. “Alright. Tell me everything.”
Sam hesitated. “This doesn’t leave the room.”
“I’d never–”
“I mean it, Lena.”
Lena raised both hands. “Scout’s honour.”
Sam smiled faintly. “You were never a scout.”
“Well, no, but I did manipulate my way onto the Metropolis Girls’ Debate Team at twelve. I think that counts.”
Sam snorted, then exhaled, looking away. “I like her.”
Lena softened. “Yeah. I know.”
Sam’s eyes snapped to hers. “You do?”
“Oh, Sam. You turn pink every time she walks into a room.”
Sam groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Jesus.”
“It’s adorable,” Lena offered.
“It’s humiliating,” Sam said through her fingers. “She’s so sweet, and she’s always around, and I think we’ve been flirting? But maybe I’m making it up in my head. Maybe it’s just her being Kara.”
“She’s not exactly subtle, you know.”
Sam peeked through her fingers. “Wait, really?”
“She sits closer to you than anyone else,” Lena pointed out. “Laughs at everything you say. And she nearly imploded when you wore that ridiculous backless sundress last week.”
Sam flushed. “I was wondering about that.”
“There was stammering, Sam. She choked on her drink.”
Sam let out a shaky laugh. “So, you think…?”
“I think she likes you. I think she’s probably scared, too.”
Sam looked down at her knees. “What if I screw it up? What if it changes everything and she doesn’t feel the same way and then we can’t go back?”
Lena reached over, placing a hand on her friend’s. “Then you take space, you breathe, and you remind yourself that you are brilliant and beautiful and brave. And that anyone who wouldn’t want you is an idiot.”
Sam swallowed hard.
“But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” Lena added gently. “Kara may be a little oblivious sometimes, but she lights up around you.”
“I just… I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Then don’t,” Lena said simply. “Don’t ruin it. Just… say what’s in your heart. Gently. When it’s the right moment.”
Sam looked at her for a long beat, then smiled, eyes glassy. “God, you’re good at this.”
Lena laughed. “I am a genius, yes.”
Sam nudged her with her shoulder. “Thanks, Lee. For real.”
“Anytime.”
There was a soft pause. Then Sam tilted her head. “You look… flustered.”
“I– what?”
“Your robe’s on inside out,” Sam said with a small grin.
Lena blinked, then looked down, mortified.
“Oh. Well. That’s– irrelevant.”
Sam raised a brow. “You weren’t asleep, were you?”
“I– ”
“I should let you get back to…” Sam narrowed her eyes slightly. “Whatever.”
Lena cleared her throat. “Yes. Rest. Very important.”
Sam stood, giving her a look that was far too knowing for Lena’s liking. “Goodnight, Lena.”
“Goodnight.”
Lena closed the door behind her, waited a full three seconds, and then–
Bathroom door opens.
Y/N stepped out, Lena’s shirt barely covering her thighs, smug as all hell.
“You’re so bad at lying,” she whispered.
Lena groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “That was so close.”
Y/N wrapped her arms around Lena from behind. “You panicked. It was kinda hot.”
Lena turned, raising an eyebrow. “I was on my knees when she knocked. Do you have any idea how traumatic this could’ve been?”
Y/N grinned. “You looked really good on your knees.”
Lena narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I really am.”
Lena sighed and walked them backwards until Y/N was pressed against the bed. “You owe me.”
“Oh?” Y/N asked, already breathless.
Lena smirked, leaning down. “I’m not stopping this time.”
**
The morning sun glinted across the lake, scattering light like broken glass. It was warm already, not hot, just the kind of pleasant that made you want to move slow. The wooden patio table was scattered with mismatched mugs, half-eaten fruit, and the unmistakable aftermath of a group breakfast.
Kara was laughing at something Alex said. Kelly had her feet up on a second chair, sipping coffee while humming softly to herself. Brainy and Nia were trying to settle a debate over whether dreams could be intentionally programmed. And Lena – Lena hadn’t spoken in a few minutes.
Because Lena was staring.
Y/N stood just across from her, leaning slightly on the table as she cut a slice of melon. Her shorts were criminal – soft and practically painted on. The oversized sleep shirt she wore didn’t help. It hung lazily off one shoulder, revealing a thin strap beneath and a tantalizing glimpse of back.
Lena’s phone buzzed quietly against her thigh. She blinked and reached for it under the table.
Y/N: You’ve been staring for ten minutes. Want a photo?
Lena swallowed a bite of toast she didn’t remember chewing. She didn’t look up.
Lena: I want to bend you over this table and make you lose your voice.
Across from her, Y/N didn’t react. Just popped a grape in her mouth and kept chewing, slowly licking juice off her fingertip. A second buzz came.
Y/N: Not very ladylike of you.
Lena: I’m not feeling very ladylike this morning.
You in those shorts is actively ruining my concentration.
Y/N shifted in her seat and casually crossed one leg over the other. The movement dragged the hem of her shorts higher. She leaned closer to Kara to say something, her lips brushing the edge of her mug. Her phone lit up in her hand.
Lena: Sit on my lap. Right now. I won’t even touch you, I just need the weight of you.
Sit on my thigh and squirm a little. I want to feel how wet you are through those shorts.
Y/N choked on her coffee and coughed once, waving Kara off as she laughed. “Wrong pipe,” she said sweetly, wiping her lip.
Lena smirked into her cup.
Y/N: You keep texting like that and I will climb onto your lap.
And then I’ll whisper everything I want while Sam is two seats away.
Lena's throat went dry.
Across the table, Kelly tilted her head. “You’re quiet this morning.”
“Am I?” Lena said, tearing her gaze away. She cleared her throat. “Just… tired.”
Y/N’s voice was casual. “Maybe she needs a nap,” she said. “A long, hard one.”
Alex groaned. “Can we please go play something before someone starts undressing?”
Nia’s eyes lit up, “Let’s do capture the flag again. But this time, let’s not let Kara on both teams.”
Kara looked scandalized. “I was fair last time!”
Everyone stood, grabbing bottles of water and heading toward the open field beside the lake.
Lena leaned in to brush past Y/N as they walked, letting her lips brush Y/N’s ear.
“I swear to god,” she murmured, “you make one more joke, and I’ll pull you behind a tree and fuck the smug right off your face.”
Y/N smiled sweetly. “Good morning to you too.”
The game started with chaos, as expected. Nia ran like a deer with zero regard for direction, and Alex tackled her sister for fun. Kelly had a shockingly good fake-out move and laughed every time it worked. Brainy tried to explain strategy and no one listened. Y/N was fast, sharp, and all limbs and grins as she darted across the grass, always within reach of Lena.
Lena, for her part, was playing very poorly.
She missed the ball twice. Fumbled a flag. Got tagged out by Kelly with a laugh and a high-five. Her attention wasn’t on the game.
It was on the curve of Y/N’s waist as she twisted. The flush in her cheeks from running. The glint in her eye every time she caught Lena watching.
“Focus, Lena!” Kara shouted, tossing a soft ball at her and hitting her hip.
Lena grumbled. “I’m trying.”
“You are so not trying,” Y/N called from across the field, hands on her hips. “I’ve seen you more competent in four-inch heels during a stock market crash.”
Lena narrowed her eyes. “Get over here and say that again.”
“I would, but I’m trying to win.”
And then, too quickly, it happened.
Y/N lunged for the flag, turned to dodge Alex, and her foot caught uneven ground. She stumbled forward, catching herself hard on her knees.
A sharp sound left her throat.
Lena didn’t think. She ran over, dropping to the ground beside her.
“Are you okay, baby?” The word left her mouth before she even realized.
Everything stopped.
Alex paused mid-run. Kara slowed. Kelly blinked. Sam… turned.
Lena’s hand hovered over Y/N’s thigh, eyes scanning the scrape already rising red on her knee. Y/N looked up at her, wide-eyed.
“I–” Lena cleared her throat, forced her voice steady. “You’re bleeding. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
No one said anything.
But Lena felt the weight of every glance. The calculation happening silently in Sam’s eyes. The way Kelly and Nia exchanged a brief look. Kara looked down. Brainy seemed genuinely concerned about the scrape.
Y/N stood slowly, brushing dirt from her palms. Lena’s hand slid to her lower back, steadying.
“Thanks,” Y/N said, quietly. Then louder, to the group, “I’m fine, really. Just dramatic.”
“You? Never,” Alex joked, but her tone was softer.
Lena didn’t look at anyone. She just walked Y/N back toward the cabin, heart pounding.
Behind them, Sam stood still, watching.
Silent.
But definitely not oblivious.
Lena was in the kitchen, wiping the cut on Y/N’s knee with gentle hands and tense shoulders. Y/N sat on the counter, wincing occasionally, but mostly watching Lena with unreadable eyes.
“You didn’t have to follow me,” Y/N said softly. “It’s not even deep.”
Lena didn’t answer. She was focused, too focused, on dabbing antiseptic with controlled precision.
Y/N leaned in. “Lena.”
“I know.” Lena finally looked up, voice low. “But I needed the excuse.”
Y/N opened her mouth to respond and stopped at the sound of deliberate footsteps.
Sam.
She stood in the kitchen doorway, arms folded, face unreadable but very clearly not in the mood for pretence.
“Hey,” she said, eyes on Lena.
Y/N immediately stood from the counter. “Sam–”
“Can I talk to Lena?” Sam asked. Her voice wasn’t sharp, but it was firm. “Alone.”
Y/N looked at Lena, then Sam, and back. Slowly, she nodded and stepped past Sam, giving Lena a brush of fingers as she went – just for courage. Then she disappeared down the hallway.
Lena straightened up, wiping her hands on a dish towel, forcing calm into her limbs.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s talk.”
Sam didn’t sit. She didn’t need to.
“I trusted you.”
Lena flinched. “I know.”
“You’re my best friend,” Sam went on, crossing her arms tighter. “And you’ve been sneaking around with my little sister for God only knows how long? And I find out because you forgot how to censor yourself during a game of capture the flag?”
Lena’s jaw flexed. “That wasn’t how I planned it.”
Sam let out a breath, not quite a laugh. “No shit.”
Lena walked around the kitchen island slowly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It started out… as a mistake. Or at least it felt like one. And then it wasn’t.”
“Lena,” Sam said, “she’s several years younger than you.”
“I’m aware,” Lena replied quietly. “Believe me, I’ve thought about every reason why I shouldn’t. And I almost ended it. More than once.”
Sam’s eyes flashed. “So why didn’t you?”
Lena finally met her gaze. “Because I love her.”
Silence.
Sam blinked. The words landed heavier than Lena had expected.
“I love her,” Lena repeated, softer. “I didn’t go looking for this. It happened. And once it did, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to.”
Sam looked down, shaking her head slowly. “Do you know what it feels like to see you with her, see that look on your face, and realize you of all people didn’t trust me enough to tell me?”
Lena’s voice cracked. “I didn’t want to lose you.”
Sam’s throat worked. “You didn’t trust me.”
“I was scared,” Lena said. “Not of you, Sam. Of what it would mean. For you. For her. For us. You’re my best friend. She’s… she’s everything. I thought if you found out, I’d lose one of you.”
Sam was quiet for a long moment.
“You should’ve told me.”
Lena nodded. “I know.”
“And if you’d told me when it started…” Sam paused. “I probably still would’ve punched you.”
That startled a soft laugh out of Lena. “Fair.”
“But I would’ve gotten over it. Faster than this.”
“I know,” Lena whispered.
Sam sighed, finally walking to the counter and leaning on her elbows. She looked tired. Not furious anymore. Just worn.
“Is it serious?” she asked.
Lena looked away. “Yes.”
Sam arched a brow. “She feels the same?”
Lena gave her a tired, helpless look. “Ask her.”
Sam considered that for a long moment. Then she nodded, biting her cheek. “She’s gonna kill me for yelling at you first.”
“She’ll forgive you,” Lena said softly. “She loves you.”
“I know,” Sam said. “That’s why I’m pissed. She never hides anything from me.”
Lena winced. “That’s my fault. I asked her not to tell you. I thought I could handle it.”
Sam looked at her, searching her face. “And now?”
“Now,” Lena said, “I’m done hiding.”
The kitchen fell into silence again. Outside, someone laughed – Kara, probably – and the faint sound of a cork popping echoed faintly.
Finally, Sam spoke again.
“If you hurt her,” she said quietly, but firmly, “I will make you regret ever walking into our lives.”
Lena nodded once. “If I ever do, I’ll deserve that.”
Sam stared at her another moment… then finally relaxed.
“God, you’re really in love with her,” she muttered.
“I really am.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You’re such a disaster.”
“So is she.”
“You’re perfect for each other.”
That earned a small smile from Lena. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
Sam walked toward the door, pausing in the threshold. “I’ll talk to her. You should too.”
And with that, Sam disappeared down the hallway, leaving Lena alone in the quiet kitchen, breath shallow and heart heavy, but for the first time in days, finally lighter.
Sam found Y/N sitting on the back deck steps, legs stretched out, fingers absently combing through the grass.
Sam walked over and sat beside her, close but not touching.
“I didn’t yell,” Sam said finally.
Y/N huffed out a soft breath. “You didn’t have to. I could hear your tone from the other side of the house.”
A beat.
“Are you mad at me?” Y/N asked, voice quiet but not afraid.
Sam stared ahead. “I was. For about five minutes.”
“And now?”
“I’m mostly mad at myself,” Sam muttered. “For not seeing it sooner. For not making space for you to tell me.”
Y/N looked over. “You mean for dating your best friend behind your back?”
Sam turned her head, eyes narrowing. “Yeah. That too.”
Y/N swallowed. “I wanted to tell you. I tried, more than once. But every time I opened my mouth, it felt like I was betraying something.”
Sam’s voice softened. “You weren’t betraying me.”
“You would’ve hated it,” Y/N said.
“I would’ve hated being left out,” Sam corrected. “I would’ve been confused. Protective, sure. But I know Lena. And I know you. I’d have gotten there.”
Y/N looked back at the lake. “I didn’t want to force you to choose.”
Sam let out a slow breath. “I’m your sister. You don’t have to protect me from your feelings.”
Y/N smiled faintly. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Sam smirked. “Fair.”
A long pause followed, filled only by the gentle sound of birds and a soft breeze through the trees.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen either,” Y/N said quietly. “But it wasn’t just some hookup. It’s not… casual.”
Sam turned to face her. “I figured that out when I saw her sprint across the lawn barefoot because you tripped.”
Y/N blinked. “She did not sprint.”
“She didn’t even blink before she dropped everything and went full ‘CEO in crisis.’”
Y/N flushed.
Sam gave her a half-smile. “She loves you.”
“I know.”
“She’s also a bit of a control freak, emotionally stunted, and terrible at asking for help.”
Y/N snorted. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“And you’re stubborn, reckless, and can’t keep a secret to save your life.”
“I did this time.”
“Only because she asked you to.” Sam bumped her shoulder. “That’s how I know it’s real.”
Y/N’s smile faltered. “Are we okay?”
Sam’s voice went soft. “You’re my sister. Of course we’re okay.”
Y/N blinked, eyes suddenly glassy. “Even though I slept with your best friend?”
“You’re still annoying,” Sam teased. “But I’d rather it be Lena than some idiot who doesn’t know how lucky they are.”
Y/N laughed, breath catching. “Wow. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about her.”
Sam smirked. “Don’t let it get to her head. One wrong move and I’ll bury her Luthor empire under NDA leaks and a spreadsheet of passive-aggressive emails.”
Y/N laughed harder, wiping at the corner of her eye. “You’re so dramatic.”
Sam leaned in. “Just like you.”
They sat in silence again, but this time it was warm, solid.
Then Sam bumped her shoulder once more. “Go tell her you’re okay. She’s probably been pacing like a caged animal for the past ten minutes.”
Y/N smiled. “Thanks.”
Sam stood and stretched. “You’re welcome. Just… don’t get matching tattoos or elope in Vegas without telling me, okay?”
“No promises.”
“Y/N.”
“Fine. I’ll text you from the chapel.”
Sam groaned but smiled, walking back toward the cabin.
And Y/N stayed a moment longer, heart steady now, pulse lighter, the horizon ahead finally clear.
**
The stars were beginning to peek through the soft velvet sky, the air warm but tinged with that faint nighttime chill that hinted summer was starting to slip. The big wooden deck was scattered with blankets, bean bags, half-finished wine bottles, and plates from a dinner that no one had the energy to clean up just yet.
Fairy lights twinkled along the deck railing, throwing golden halos onto everyone’s skin. Someone had connected a speaker, playing soft background music – indie, easy, perfect for the mood.
Y/N sat nestled on Lena’s lap, her legs draped lazily to the side, one arm slung around Lena’s shoulders. Lena had one hand wrapped possessively around Y/N’s waist, the other resting on the bare skin of her thigh, her fingers tracing light, teasing circles that made it nearly impossible for Y/N to focus on the conversation happening around them.
“Okay,” Alex said, waving her wine glass. “But tell me the truth, were you ever actually playing fair in the charades game?”
“No,” Kara said quickly, laughing. “Nia was absolutely cheating.”
Nia raised her hands. “I was just interpreting artistically.”
“You literally used telepathy,” Brainy muttered.
“Once!” Nia said. “And only because I was dying watching Sam try to mime ‘Titanic’ using a broom and a deck chair.”
Sam, sitting cross-legged beside Kara with a lazy smile on her face, shook her head. “I stand by that performance. The broom was the iceberg.”
Everyone broke into laughter.
Y/N leaned back slightly, whispering to Lena, “Are you going to behave tonight?”
Lena smiled against the shell of her ear. “Absolutely not.” Her hand slid a little higher on Y/N’s thigh.
“Lena,” Y/N hissed softly, cheeks flushing as she tried to keep her voice down.
“What?” Lena murmured, lips brushing her earlobe. “I’m just admiring my view. It’s our last night to do it under the stars.”
Y/N shifted slightly in her lap, her pulse picking up.
Across from them, Kara nudged Sam. “You okay?”
Sam gave her a sideways smile. “Better than okay.”
Then, before anyone could say anything else, Sam leaned forward and pressed a soft, sure kiss to Kara’s lips.
The conversation froze.
Even the music felt like it paused.
When Sam pulled back, Kara blinked, stunned for half a second, then broke into the brightest, most ridiculous smile anyone had ever seen on her face.
“Oh my God,” Nia whispered.
Alex choked on her wine. “Wait– what just happened?!”
Sam gave a small shrug and a sly smirk. “I figured… if my little sister can sneak around and fall for a Luthor, I can kiss a Super.”
Y/N burst out laughing, throwing her head back against Lena’s shoulder. “Okay, that was smooth.”
Kara’s cheeks were glowing, but she leaned into Sam with a shy grin, fingers lacing through hers.
“Well,” Kelly said, lifting her glass. “To the cabin of forbidden love stories, apparently.”
“To courage,” Lena added.
“To finally stopping the tension!” Alex called out.
Everyone clinked glasses, laughter spilling over like champagne.
The mood settled into something soft and golden. Conversations split into pairs and trios, Alex and Kelly talking about planning a camping trip, Brainy explaining constellations to a very uninterested Nia, and Kara curled close to Sam, still grinning like she couldn’t believe her luck.
Y/N turned a little in Lena’s lap, brushing a hand through her hair. “You’re being very grabby tonight.”
Lena hummed, her fingers slipping under the hem of Y/N’s oversized shirt. “I’m sentimental.”
“Uh-huh.”
Lena’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m also thinking about how good you looked this morning, writhing under me, begging me not to stop– ”
Y/N slapped a hand over Lena’s mouth, eyes wide. “There are people here!”
Lena licked her palm.
Y/N yelped and pulled her hand back. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m in love,” Lena corrected, her voice low and rough. “And I haven’t had my hands on you in hours.”
Y/N gave her a look. “We were literally making out fifteen minutes ago when everyone went inside for dessert.”
“Too long,” Lena said simply.
Y/N rolled her eyes but leaned in and kissed her – soft, slow, lazy.
Lena smiled into her mouth. “Mmm. There’s my good girl.”
Y/N pulled back with a glare. “Don’t you dare say that out here.”
Lena kissed her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder. “Fine. But tonight? You’re not sleeping.”
Across the deck, Sam raised her glass in their direction.
Y/N raised her brows. “What’s that look?”
Sam smirked. “Just thinking about how this whole trip started with secrets, and now we’re all disgusting and in love.”
Alex groaned. “Disgusting is right.”
“Shut up, Alex,” Kelly said, laughing. “You literally cried at a sandwich I made you last week.”
“It was a very good sandwich!” Alex defended.
Laughter filled the night air again as someone turned the music up just a little, and the group slowly shifted, dancing barefoot on the deck, wrapping blankets over shoulders, sharing stories and jokes as the stars twinkled on and the lake shimmered with moonlight.
It was the last night of the trip.
But somehow, it felt like the start of something bigger.