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It’s not like Kara had meant to do it.

It was a spur of the moment thing.

But, well, it also wasn’t because Kara had thought about it plenty of times before.

In a friendly way.

Right, Kara had only thought about kissing Lena in a friend way. Not in a relationship way.

Anyway, she hadn’t meant to kiss Lena this morning.


It was subconscious. Like when you unlock your phone and tap instagram even though your very scary boss is standing in front of you, or when you put your keys in the fridge instead of just closing it because your hands are full.

And Kara’s hungover anyway, so she wasn’t thinking straight.

Not straight at all.

The thinking, she means.

Kara and Lena had drunk so much wine the night before that it had affected her the next morning, of course, Kara was also sneaking in some of her special alcohol - just to get this side of buzzed and join Lena in her incoherent giggles.

So, no, you can’t blame Kara for kissing her best friend on the mouth before she went to work.

And yet, here she was sitting at her desk in the middle of Catco, with her hands on her lips and replaying the events of the morning over and over and over and over and


Because surely she hadn’t just kissed Lena on the mouth in some terribly domestic move.

It just seemed so natural.

Kara decided to play the events over in her head again.

When Kara had realised that it was nearing one in the morning and both of them had work the next day, she took the wine glass from Lena’s hands, paying no mind to the groan that escaped Lena’s lips. She wandered carelessly over to the sink to leave the glasses to wash up when she didn’t feel so much like she was walking on air.

As she turned, and saw Lena unlocking her phone to no doubt call her driver, she called out, “You’re staying here, Lena,”

Even though the words were intended to be annoyed, Kara could hear the smile that played along Lena’s lips, “I have to go home, Kara, I have a business to run,”

Kara made her way over to the sofa that Lena had made herself comfortable on, switching off the TV, “And you can’t do that without adequate sleep,”

“You know I don’t need sleep,” Lena said, teasing and looking up to her through her eyelashes.

Kara couldn’t resist walking up to the woman and cradling her face in her hands - like friends do, “I know you think you don’t need sleep.”

Lena hummed at the phrase, seemingly distracted by the hands framing her face, and her eyes fluttered closed as she said, “Take me to bed, Miss Danvers.”

And really, the way the sentence affected Kara should’ve been something she was used to by now. Her more than friendly feelings for her best friend were something she was well acquainted with by now.

Kara slid her hands down from Lena’s warm face to her hands, grabbing hold and pulling her up to her feet, turning before Lena could open her eyes and notice how close they were to each other. Kara usually made a point to avoid unnecessary closeness when either of them weren’t totally sober.

That took a lot of self-control.

As they got ready side by side, the domesticity of the situation didn’t evade Kara.

Lena had her own toothbrush next to the sink.

Lena had her favourite sleep sweater - “The NCU one, no, not that one, yeah, the blue one!”

Lena had her fancy face wash.

Lena had her side of the bed.

Kara had Lena, cuddling up to her, head resting beneath her chin, and arms around her waist.

So then, when she woke up in the morning, Lena soundlessly sleeping next to her and her alarm blaring, she felt nothing short of at home. The orange light of early morning sun streamed in through the windows and lit up Lena’s face, and Kara could hear the familiar noise of the upstairs neighbors radio playing.

She took her shower, like always.

Got dressed in the bathroom, like she always did when Lena stayed over.

She made her way into the kitchen for some cereal, and, like always, Lena was sitting eating her bowl with one she had made up for Kara next to her.

It was all the same as it had been every other time they did this together.

“Sleep well?” Kara asked as she slid into the seat next to her, digging into the bowl of Lena’s fancy granola (which she insisted on leaving at Kara’s, as if she would ever eat it on her own accord.)

“Always, when I’m next to you,” Lena says, leaning into Kara’s shoulder and resting there unaware of how her statement makes Kara’s heart flip. Kara could feel the wisps of Lena’s hair tickling along her neck, and hear the smooth resting heart beat within her.


Perhaps a little too comfortable.

The short morning breakfast is spent discussing when Lena would get to L-Corp, how she shouldn’t have drank so much, and where they should meet for lunch.

After Kara is satisfied with her empty bowl of granola, she slides back off of the chair onto her feet, and grabs Lena’s bowl as she rounds the table.

“Do you mind if I shower before I go?” Lena asks from behind her.

“Of course not,” Kara leans back against the counter, “I have to go now, but you have a key, don’t you?”

Lena hums, “I’ll lock up before I go,”

Kara nods happily and then.

And then makes a mistake.

(Could it have been a mistake?

Because, with the sleepy way that Lena talks in the morning, regardless of how tired she is.

The way that she pushes the sleeves of the sweater up even though they fall right back down.

The way that the hair around her face falls out of her half-hearted ponytail.

The way that she just seems so right, in every way, when she’s in Kara’s apartment.)

The morning light bounces off of her face, making her eyes glow in a way that almost looks inhuman.

Kara pushes herself off of the counter and grabs her bag from her room, slips on her shoes, and walks toward the door. A series of events so familiar to her that she does them totally unconsciously.

So comfortably.

So often.

So why then, she has to ask herself, is it that when Lena turns her body towards Kara in the same second Kara walks past, does Kara slow her walk to an almost stop?

Why does she move her hand to Lena’s neck, and rub her thumb along her jaw. Why does she tilt her head down and Lena’s head up, and press her lips so carefully to Lena’s?

It was delightful, the way that Kara’s lips finally felt the warmth they had been yearning for, even for such a domestic and familiar second.

Comfortable to the point of concern.

Kara hadn’t even realised that she had done such a thing until her hand was on the door handle, and a strange noise bubbled up from Lena.

It was so incredibly usual, that Kara couldn’t find it in herself to turn around and bumble through an apology, or admission, that she just opened the door and closed it and went to work like she always did.

Only now, when she was replaying it in her mind over and over, did she realise that Lena had kissed her back, that Lena had tilted her head, straightened her back and chased her lips.