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One Glance and the Avalanche Drops

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August 2004

Camp Weehawken.

The summer camp that was said to be a “safe space away from the pressures of school and extracurricular commitments” and a “cellphone-free environment that helps to strengthen bonds between kids.”

Lena had chosen to come here for the summer over tennis camp (her first time there was miserable) and even though Lillian had turned her nose up at the state of the place, she liked how secure the camp was. Her father, surprisingly, was also in favor, so Lena had packed her suitcases and drove down with her mother’s driver, George.

That was a month ago, and now her time at Camp Weehawken was coming to an end.

Just…not how she expected it.

Around her there are at least four different couples; alphas and omegas leaned up against trees or sitting on benches, making out with varying levels of enthusiasm and skill. It was the last night of camp, so the older teenagers had the rare opportunity to run around with less tight supervision as per camp tradition. In fact, most of the teenagers around her are canoodling with each other in some fashion, touching each other in some degree.

And Lena is— not doing that.

A small part of her had hoped that it would happen, that she would join the ranks of the mature omegas before her. That sleeping with one of the more attractive alphas at this camp would propel her into adulthood with aplomb. That she could finally see what all the fuss was about when her boarding school classmates tittered and giggled about it.

But that’s not at all what’s happening here. Not by a long shot.

Instead she’s sitting next to a girl who is possibly the most shy and awkward alpha she has ever met. (Not that she’s being particularly fun and flirty right now either, but that’s beside the point.)

They’re sitting close together, close enough to touch yet afraid to bridge the small gap between them. The alpha next to her, Kara, is running her hands over her knees in a nervous gesture.

She’s certainly not bad looking; her limbs are a little gangly, but her face has a soft, almost cherubic quality to it. She has a long nose, full lips, and bright baby blue eyes sitting behind tortoiseshell glasses. Her hair is thick, and falls over her shoulders in loose blonde waves. Overall, she would be a fun little tryst, could probably press Lena against the nearest surface and take what she wanted, but as things stand now, Lena wouldn’t bet that this girl was capable of touching or kissing her right now.

After an awkward, prolonged silence, Kara finally speaks.

“So…I’m pretty good at archery.” Is how she starts, and Lena holds back the worst of her scoff.

“Oh,” she hums, “that’ll be useful if you ever get stuck in Ancient Greece somehow.” Her voice comes out with a sarcastic drawl, and she cringes at herself for how scathing it sounds. This might be part of the reason why the other alphas from the neighboring school think she’s a frigid bitch.

But Kara doesn’t call her that. Kara doesn’t call her any names or scoff at her like she expects. Instead she laughs, chuckling low and soft.

“You’re funny.” She says it with a small amount of surprise in her voice, and Lena can probably guess why. She doesn’t exactly have a glowing reputation at this camp.

“I guess so.” She shrugs. “But people think I’m weird.”

Lena turns to look at her and Kara’s got this small smile painting her face, brightening her features. “Me too.”

She actually does scoff at that. “Yeah right— everyone loves you and your aunt is famous or something.”

Lena watches the moment where the smile leaves Kara’s face, and only a strange, stunted look is left in its wake. Kara takes a stuttering breath and then says—

“My aunt and her wife are getting a divorce,” she says quietly. “That’s why I had to go to camp so—”

Kara cuts herself off with a strangled noise and turns away. For a second or two Lena looks at the back of her head in confusion before she hears a sniffle and she realizes with dawning horror that Kara is crying.

This is not how this night was supposed to go.

While Kara is turned away, Lena looks around with what she can only assume is a look of mild panic, but everyone close enough to her to help is either lip-locked with another person, or leaving for their cabins to go sleep. It makes her want to scream and run into the woods, never to be seen again.

Instead she takes three long, calming breaths, and slides closer to Kara on the bench. Their legs touch as she moves closer and then, in what is possibly the most awkward move she’s ever made, reaches her arm around Kara’s shoulders.

“Look,” she says, “I’m not very good at this.” She starts, and almost immediately knows that whatever else comes out of her mouth is going to make this situation more unbearable, but like a train that’s gone off the rails she can’t seem to stop herself. “And I, uh, don’t really know you, but maybe this is a good thing. Sometimes you end up with the wrong person, and you have to leave to find the right one.”

Kara sniffles, finally turning to face forward, eyes a little puffy and red. “You think so?”

Lena stares in the same direction Kara does, her eyes unseeing into the dark of the trees. “Yeah.”

There’s another pause then, still awkward, still uneasy, and although Lena kind of wants to die, she manages to just sit there in silence, and the moment drags on and on until she thinks she might simply explode from embarrassment.

Finally, Kara says, “You say you’re not good at this, but that actually made me feel a bit better.”

Lena blinks. “What, really?”

“Yeah.” The alpha is smiling at her now, and Lena feels her face warm ever so slightly.

There’s a beat of silence where they just look at each other, and then Kara coughs, face turning pink. “Should, uh— do you want—” The alpha clears her throat and wipes her hands on her pants again. “Do you want me to finger you?”

She sounds confused as she says it, and it’s so detached from their previous conversation that Lena turns to look at the alpha, and starts laughing.

The sound whooshes out of her and she takes her hand back to clutch her stomach as she giggles, tears threatening to leak out of her eyes. Kara spoke as if she’s reciting lines for a play she hates, and it’s so misplaced, so absurd, that Lena almost feels a little bit bad for her.

Not bad enough to stop laughing though.

When she finally catches her breath, Kara is flushed with embarrassment but she’s also smiling again, less sad and dejected like before, and Lena will count that as a small victory.

“No,” she says, “but if you wanna take a walk around the lake, that’d be okay.” And Kara smiles so wide that Lena would think she’d just offered to buy her a new car for her birthday.

Kara practically leaps off the bench and turns to Lena, her eyes bright with excitement. And Lena follows, because out of all the interactions she’s had at this stupid summer camp, this one turned out to be one of the better ones.

It was also the first, but not the last time she spoke to Kara Zorel-Danvers.


March 2009

The members of Theta Xi thought it’d be a fun and sexy idea to host a “pajama party” halfway through the second semester, and Kara, stressed and damn near neurotic from her classes as a double English and Journalism major, was ready to let loose. Which is why her party outfit of a puffy yellow vest, striped shorts, and a baseball hat perfectly fit the atmosphere of the night.

And let loose she did. Three drinks of the suspicious kitchen punch and giant foam finger on her hand, Kara was riding the waves of warmth that came with being on the drunker side of being buzzed. She even invited her sister Alex to the party just to get her out of her own apartment and that, coupled with the drink in her hand, was making her night.

She’s dancing with some girl in lingerie (something she’s very appreciative of) until out of the corner of her eye she sees movement.

Kara looks up to find Kelly, James’s older sister, dragging a reluctant-looking girl over to the kitchen bar and fixes her a drink. Kara can’t help but be charmed when she notices that this omega is wearing bright red long johns.

Then she turns her head, and a memory flashes through Kara’s mind like lightning.

She recognizes that elegant nose, her sharp jawline, the arch of her brow, and the dark head of hair.

A shiver runs down her spine.

“Hey,” she swats at Alex’s stomach, “do you know that girl?”

Alex, drawing away from the novelty wine glass in her hand that’s the size of her head, turns and squints in the direction Kara is looking.

“The sexy pioneer?” She questions, running a hand through her shoulder length hair.

It’s at that point that the omega in question notices her staring, and once she makes eye contact her face draws into a familiar, contemplative frown. She starts moving closer to Kara and her sister.

“I think I know her.” Kara levels her ‘We Are #1!’ foam finger at her and moves towards her. Behind her, she hears Alex mutter “I’d have sex with a pioneer for sure” before she wanders off, but Kara only has eyes for the girl in front of her.

When they finally come face to face, Kara notes that her features are more striking up close, and that her out-of-place pajamas do little to hide her curves.

She clears her throat, foam finger pointed at the brunette’s face. “Do I know you?”

The girl in front of her smiles, her eyes green and lovely in the light from the spinning multicolored disco ball in the corner of the living room. “Hi Kara Zorel-Danvers of Camp Weehawken.” Her voice is lower than she thought, and smooth like velvet. “I’m Lena Luthor. You tried to finger me.”

Kara’s jaw drops as a blush lights up her face. Oh, she remembers Lena Luthor.

“Whoa!” Kara slips the foam finger off her hand, using her real human hand to motion to Lena. “Yeah! Wow, do— do you go here? What’re you—?”

“No, no, I go to MIT actually.” Lena says, “I have this family thing— I’m originally from Ann Arbor.”

“MIT? Wow, so you grew up to be a lot smarter than me.” Kara chuckles, leaning her hip against the wall.

Lena snorts. “Yeah, my neck gets sore.” She says it with that same blunt, sarcastic edge that she had as a teenager, and just like before Kara laughs.

“I forgot how funny you are.” Kara says, watching Lena from over the rim of her cup. The omega balks, squinting at Kara as if she’s grown a second head. But Kara catches a whiff of her scent, sweet and curling like gardenias, and notices it has a spark of interest laced with the confusion.

“People don’t really think I’m funny,” she states, shifting her weight.

Kara just shrugs. She’s not always super in-touch with her feelings, but she’s always been very good at knowing people. Reading them, learning from them, understanding them. And right now, her gut is telling her that Lena is someone good to know, someone fascinating, someone funny, and real.

“Well, I do.” She says it again, dropping her hand away from her face so she can make eye contact with the brunette in front of her. “You’re funny, and you don’t care what anyone thinks. It’s— it’s nice.”

Lena opens her mouth to respond and then closes it again, her eyes darting between Kara’s quickly. For a moment, her face is walled off, unreadable, before her mouth stretches into a small, hopeful grin.

“I have to go to this stupid thing tomorrow,” she says, “you wanna come with me?”

Kara feels like her stomach drops out from underneath her; Lena’s eyes are so much brighter than she thought they were before. So, beautiful. How did she not notice those five years ago at camp? And her smile is— her smile is even prettier. She has the sinking suspicion that Lena could tell her to go jump into Lake Michigan and Kara would do it, no questions asked.

Kara clears her throat again. “Yeah, uh, yeah. I’ll come with you. What is it?”

“Some stupid thing,” Lena says, smiling.


Some stupid thing. Those words ring in Kara’s head as she stands there, hands clasped in front of her, trying her best to look sad and penitent as the most depressing song she’s ever heard is played on some bagpipes.

When Lena dropped that question on her last night Kara had assumed, like any normal person, that Lena was talking about a stuffy luncheon, or maybe her grandmother’s birthday party, or a baby shower for a cousin she didn’t like that much, so Kara threw on the first pieces of clothing she could find, and drove them to the address Lena gave her.

In retrospect, she probably should have asked more questions. Questions like Hey, Lena why are you wearing all black clothes? Or Lena, how come you look so formal? But she didn’t.

So, here she was.

She can feel the disapproving eyes of all of Lena’s family and if looks could kill, she probably would’ve burst into flame and turned to ash by now.

Because Kara is standing next to a coffin, a coffin that holds Lena’s dead father, and she’s wearing khakis and a bright yellow University of Michigan sweatshirt.

Oh God.

She was confused when she pulled into a protestant cemetery, which then abruptly turned into horror when she realized that everyone else was dressed in all black and looking sad and despondent. And Kara is dressed like she was about to head to her Media and Social Change class.

(Even worse, is that everyone started reciting the Lord’s Prayer and Kara was left with the knowledge that she’s the only Jew in attendance.)

Lena doesn’t seem perturbed by Kara’s attire at all (and Kara suspects that this was part of her plan, since she didn’t even mention that they were going to a freaking funeral) and is accepting people’s condolences with ease. Her brother, an alpha named Lex, shoots Kara a curious look before shrugging and leaving to go mingle with some other alphas his own age. Lena’s mother, Lillian, looks Kara up and down, her face a mixture of disapproval and amusement, before she gets distracted by another well-wisher.

Kara knows that she’s never gonna live this one down. Alex is gonna give her shit for this for the rest of her life.

People come up to say a few words, talk about how great Mr. Luthor (Kara learns his name was Lionel) was, how much he loved his children, how devoted he was to his company, how he was a proud, strong alpha etcetera. And the entire time Kara fights the urge to run for the hills and disappear from society forever.

Eventually the service ends, and with it so does the spectacle of Kara’s yellow hoodie. Even so, someone’s grandmother is eyeing Kara with a look that can only be described as disdain and like she’s going to give her a lecture on proper funeral attire.

Kara has half a mind to throw herself into her car and pray to disappear but before she has the chance, the brunette is grabbing her elbow and pulling her towards her mother.

Oh no.

“Mother.” Lena says, “I’d like for you to meet Kara.”

Once again, Lillian sizes Kara up with a critical eye and she panics. In a move that Kara knows looks insane she pulls Lillian fucking Luthor into a tight hug.

Lena’s mother stiffens before she awkwardly pats Kara on the shoulder blade.

“And this is my brother Lex, and my best friend Sam and my other friend Andrea.” Lena speaks with an edge of dryness in her voice, as if she finds this entire thing tedious and is only going along with it for propriety’s sake.

Kara shakes each hand as Lena’s family is introduced; Lex seems about as uninterested in the funeral as Lena does but his handshake is firm. Sam is pretty, with olive skin and wavy brown hair, and Kara idly wonders if she’s single. After she releases Sam’s hand she turns to Andrea who immediately sizes her up, her brown eyes narrowing as she looks her up and down.

Kara has no idea (aside from her outfit) what she’s done to annoy the beta until Sam nudges her with her elbow. Almost immediately Andrea softens, and graces Sam with a warm smile.

Ah, so Sam’s not single then. Figures.

Kara catches Lena’s eye and notices the omega just barely contains her eye roll.

“Well— thank you,” she looks back up to find Lillian Luthor eyeing her again. She then turns to her daughter, eyebrows raised. “Lena, I didn’t know you were dating someone.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Lena says, eyes lighting up mischievously. “I just had a one night stand with her when I was fourteen.”

Kara is very glad she’s not drinking anything because she definitely would’ve choked.

At the moment, however, all eyes turn towards her with varying levels of interest and she feels herself start to sweat. She swallows, and grasps at something to say.

“It was a really nice funeral.” Is what comes out of her mouth, and Kara’s inner alpha cringes so hard her head starts to throb.

To the Luthors’ credit, they don’t really react to Lena’s quip or Kara’s word vomit; Lillian raises both eyebrows, and Lex just rolls his eyes. Sam and Andrea just share a surprised look before fixing Lena with twin scrutinizing stares all while the omega smiles serenely. Then Lillian ushers everyone away from the cemetery, and Kara takes the out gratefully.

She drives herself and Lena to the reception, located at a nice three-bedroom house in York, and Kara eats her way through half a dozen crudités and cucumber sandwiches before she excuses herself to the bathroom.

As she’s washing her hands she catches sight of Lena in the backyard; she’s standing by her mother, mingling and chatting with guests while Lillian smiles wanly. In the back corner, amongst the patio furniture, Kara can see Lex holding court with a bunch of other adults. He’s got a cigar in his mouth and seems to be winning a spirited game of cards.

She frowns, and turns away from the window.

Eventually, the reception dies down and Lena walks her out; the sun is halfway done with setting but it’s surprisingly warm for an evening in March. Lena is quiet as they make their way back to Kara’s Subaru and, when she glances at her from the corner of her eye, she looks tired.

“I’m sorry.” Kara finds herself saying, running her fingers over her car keys to distract herself.

Lena snorts. “Don’t be,” she says, and looks up at Kara with a small smile, “I’m glad you stayed.”

There’s a beat in their conversation where she catches a whiff of Lena’s scent; it’s relaxed and soothing, and the tension in Kara’s body bleeds out of her.

“Me too.” Kara matches Lena’s smile with one of her own and then slides into the driver’s side of her car. She starts the engine and rolls down the window. “Can I— should I call you, or—”

Lena’s smile falters. “Kara— you’re nice,” she says, “and if you’re lucky, you’re never gonna see me again.”

Kara feels her face drop and her inner alpha raises its hackles in protest. She wants to see Lena again, and get to know her now that they’re not fourteen anymore. She wants to understand what makes her tick, what she likes, what she dislikes, what she wants and what she doesn’t. She wants to know Lena, know her like no one else has.

Sensing Kara’s shift in mood, Lena reaches out a hand and squeezes her left shoulder. The touch sends a jolt of warmth up her arm, and it makes Kara want to reach out and pull Lena in close and touch her too, ask her to tell her everything about her.

But she doesn’t do any of that.

Almost as soon as she’s touched her, Lena is removing her hand, and stepping away from the car. Kara takes the hint and pulls away from the curb, out onto the street, and away from the house. The last thing she sees is Lena in her black dress, looking beautiful and lonely as she gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.


May 2016

Lena is pissed that she forgot sunscreen.

She huddles under the nearest tent, rubbing at her bare arms and glaring at the stretch of blue sky.

She’s also pissed that her brother had gone and gotten himself arrested but he’s not really around for her to glare at right now.

Lex Luthor, CEO of LuthorCorp and alpha mogul, had been arrested a month ago for tax fraud and illegal weapons manufacturing in California State and, because he’s such a high-profile person, the press was having a field day ripping him apart in every newspaper, magazine, and tabloid in publication. What was even worse was learning all this over the phone from her mother, who had to take over the company during an emergency meeting.

In only a few short months, Lena will be expected to show up at his trial and testify against her own sibling, something she was dreading with every fiber of her being.

What was even worse were the journalists and paparazzi hounding her every footstep, like they’re expecting her, as an omega, to suffer some public breakdown over her idiot brother.

As if.

But even if Lena is made of tougher stuff than People Magazine makes her out to be, she still didn’t want to leave the apartment today. It was stressful enough having to avoid nosy coworkers at the hospital, and she didn’t want to deal with nosy people outside either. But Kelly and Andrea were a formidable pair and had eventually cajoled her enough to come with them so long as Lena could hide behind a pair of aviators the entire time.

What’s even more infuriating is that her two friends seemed to be right; this was nice, even if she finds the amount of sun she’s getting awful. She’d found some Andean coffee that she liked, and a tin of zataar that would work lovely with some chicken, but as the minutes dragged on it became apparent that the sun wasn’t going to let up and people were starting to notice her.

That, coupled with the moving mariachi band that was playing a rendition of “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls was setting Lena’s teeth on edge.

Curse the west coast.

Kelly had wandered off to a cheese vendor and was no doubt sampling their array of brie while Andrea walks around scrutinizing the different types of honey on display behind her, and Lena is contemplating slipping away and disappearing now that their backs are turned when she hears Kelly’s excited exclamation.

She turns her head and focuses in on the omega wrapping her arms around a redheaded alpha not much taller than her. She’s got short hair and is dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans, but she’s eyeing Kelly with shy interest, and Lena wonders if they’ve met before.

Come to think of it, there’s also something familiar about her and Lena wonders if she’s ever met this stranger until the redhead turns and calls out “Kara!” and another alpha, this one blonde, bounds up to them happily.

Lena immediately recognizes her.

Kara Zorel-Danvers looks both the same and strikingly different compared to the two times Lena has spoken to her. She still has the same thick blonde head of hair, same tortoiseshell glasses, same scar above her right eyebrow. However, there’s a striking difference to her that wasn’t there before; her shoulders are significantly broader than they were back in college and when she hugs Kelly, Lena can see the flex of her muscles under her pale blue button down. She can’t help but note that adult Kara is far more attractive than college-aged Kara.

She also can’t help but remember that it was Kara’s cousin who broke the story on her brother and inadvertently dragged Lena’s family name through the mud.

Funny how that works.

Lena contemplates hiding somewhere nearby, like diving into the fountain twenty feet away, but as soon as the thought enters her head she hears Kelly call out to her, “Lena! Come over here!”

So much for that.

She huffs out a breath before wandering over to the group and is devastated to find that upon closer inspection Kara’s arms and shoulders are even broader than she thought. Fuck’s sake.

“Hi Kara.” The blonde alpha’s eyes are already on her, taking in her appearance, and grinning brightly.

Even more absurd than Lena running into the cousin of the man who damned her brother to three life sentences, is the fact that Kara’s scent changes when they lock eyes. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable, but even so she senses the alphas excitement and heady scent.

(She also picks up on a thread of interest amongst the warm, cinnamon-like aroma but Lena chalks that up to wishful thinking.)

“Lena.” Kara says, her voice coming out soft. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. “What’re you— what’re you doing here?”

Against her wishes, Lena chuckles. Some stupid, sappy part of her is privately happy that Kara still remembers her name.

“I just moved here a week ago.” She replies, “I’m doing my residency at the Westwood Teaching Hospital.”

Kara beams. “That’s great! I’m glad you—” Kara cuts herself off as a hand appears on her shoulder, and another omega steps into view.

She’s around their age and pretty, with shoulder-length brown hair, long legs, and a look in her eyes that Lena can only describe as possessiveness. As soon as she touches her, Kara turns toward her, slipping a hand around her waist.

Lena can’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment.

“Hi,” the woman says, a small smile on her lips.

Kara grins, “Siobhan, this is Lena.”

It’s almost like getting hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat, twice, in the span of five minutes. It shouldn’t be surprising that Kara, being an attractive, young alpha already has someone on her arm, and probably a dozen more waiting in line. It makes sense that she has a beautiful girlfriend who hangs off her and stares at other omegas with a healthy level of disdain.

Siobhan’s reaction isn’t entirely surprising, many people get like that with their partners after all. What is a surprising is the uncomfortable feeling pooling in her own chest; it feels cool and unpleasant, like a cold hand has reached under her rib cage and is spreading its fingers over her soft innards. Even more shocking is that her inner omega reacts too, practically gnashing its’ teeth in frustration.

It’s only by the grace of her polite, WASP-y upbringing that Lena doesn’t do or say anything stupid, like let out a growl. She’d never live that down.

She holds out her hand to shake and Siobhan takes it, her handshake equally polite.

There’s movement in her periphery and she notices that Andrea has joined the group and Siobhan, after giving Lena one more unimpressed once over, moves away to introduce herself to Lena’s friends, leaving her and Kara to look at each other.

Kara’s looking at her again, with that same soft look she has, one that makes Lena feel a little like jelly. Her eyes are the same too, bright blue like the ocean, but the look in them is older and more mature. There’s a surety there, a grown-up sort of confidence that wasn’t there before, but looks very good on her now.

She doesn’t understand why her stomach flutters the longer the alpha looks at her like that.

“How are you?” Kara asks, her voice quiet and gentle, and the defensive response that Lena has prepared for this specific question, dies on her tongue. Unlike all of her peers or the journalists who pester her, when Kara asks that question she sounds like she actually means it, that she genuinely cares about the answer.

“I’m— I’ve been better,” she says, settling for honesty.

The alpha’s face turns troubled. “I read about what happened,” she says, “I’m so sorry.”

Lena fights off the oncoming irritation and sadness and shrugs. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not, not really.” Kara’s answering smile is a little wry and a little sad. “And even if you’re okay, I’m still sorry.”

Lena shrugs, trying to seem unbothered.

She wracks her brain for a response, and her brain helpfully supplies one that is filled with sarcastic nonchalance. “Sometimes brothers do something extremely illegal and get arrested for it. It happens.”

The alpha frowns. “How’s your mom taking everything?” Kara asks, the same earnestness and sincerity lacing her words.

“Oh, well enough I guess.” She says, shrugging, “I think she’s more worried about making sure the company doesn’t sink under the media storm right now.”

Which is true; Lillian did have to step in as CEO at LuthorCorp when Lex was arrested in order to set everything straight while the company’s PR team tried to put out the fires on social media. She knows how much her mother is putting in to make sure the company stays afloat, and once upon a time Lena had cared about it too, had even wanted to work for her brother one day. Then, somewhere along the way, she saw what kind of man he was becoming, and what kind of direction the company was taking, and decided that she didn’t want any part of it.

“That’s tough.” Kara looks regretful now, and Lena finds herself getting annoyed by it.

“Oh, please. It’s fine.” She attempts to wave the alpha off, annoyed with where this conversation has gone. She’d like to go just one fucking day without talking about Lex.

She expects that Kara will get annoyed with her short tone, or reticent and back off, but she does none of those things. Instead Kara inexplicably smiles. “I get it,” She says. “When my parents died, all anyone did was give me these pitiful looks. It sucked. It made me wanna punch them.” Her gaze grows distant, sadness clouding her blue eyes before she shakes herself back to the present. “I’m not trying to do that to you Lena. I just— I just want to be there for you as a friend.”

She sniffs and rolls her eyes a little, “Kara. You can’t possibly want to be my friend after all of this. Your cousin is the one who broke the story.”

Kara shrugs, “But I do.” She’s got that same soft smile on her face again, and butterflies erupt in Lena’s stomach like some Pavlovian response. “I always have.”

Lena cocks an eyebrow at her, and drops her voice to a whisper. “Oh really? Like when you tried to finger me?”

The alpha laughs, loud and happy. “Hey! I’ll admit I was pretty clueless back then, but these days I know what I want. And I want to be your friend.” Kara reaches out and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder; Lena can’t help but notice that Kara’s hands are large and warm, and she fights a shiver when the alpha gives her a gentle squeeze. “For real this time.” Even more surprising, Kara’s touch actually soothes her omega, leaving her instincts purring and shivery with anticipation, even though her mind rebels at the thought.

Was Kara always so persuasive? Were her eyes always this blue and pleading? God, Lena can feel herself giving in, even if her good sense told her this was a mistake. In a last-ditch attempt to deter the alpha, Lena says. “Are you sure the niece of Astra Inze should hang out with a Luthor? My family is disgraced, you know.”

Kara opens her mouth to reply but Siobhan picks precisely that moment to reappear. “Oh, I love your aunt. ‘Great Scott!’” She leans into Kara’s side as she says it, and that uncomfortable feeling in Lena’s chest spreads its fingers even wider.

“Right,” she states. “Who doesn’t.” Fortunately for her, Kara’s girlfriend has given her an out, and Lena throws out a please let us leave look to Kelly. The other omega sighs, and shoots the redhead a small smile as they part ways. Kara’s alpha friend sighs dopily as she watches Kelly walk away.

“Yeah, we should too.” Kara adds in, but her eyes never leave Lena, “I’m serious though. We should—”

“Okay.” Lena cuts in before Kara can say anything else. She holds out her hand, and the alpha grins before depositing her cellphone into it. She can feel Siobhan’s annoyed gaze burning into the side of her head as she hands Kara’s phone back with her number, but she forgets about it abruptly when Kara’s fingers brush hers. She fights another shiver.

“We really have to be somewhere,” Siobhan pouts at Kara and glares at Lena, tugs on the alpha’s arm. Lena really has no desire to get into an omega-vs-omega pissing contest, so she smiles graciously and takes a step back.

But Kara doesn’t notice the tension and she grins at Lena again. “I’ll see you around?” It’s a hopeful question, one that makes Lena’s brain want to convey an answer that’s both polite but a firm dismissal but once again, her instincts best her.

“Absolutely.” She says sincerely, and Kara’s eyes brighten even more. Lena can feel Siobhan’s growing irritation so she plasters on what she hopes is a polite smile and Kara, beautiful and sweet Kara, takes it in stride.

“Alrighty, well, great to hang out!” she says, “Good to see you guys!” and she disappears into the throng of farmers’ market shoppers, hand in hand with Siobhan.

Kara’s redheaded friend gives Kelly one last soft look before she shrugs and follows after them, throwing out, “Take care, ladies,” behind her.

Lena crosses her arms and watches them go, noting that Kara’s behind is just as toned as her arms before she hears a snort. She turns and sees that Andrea is eyeing both her and Kelly with a cool, knowing look that she’s all too familiar with.

“What?” She and Kelly say it at the same time, and Andrea’s answering smile is amused.

“Oh, nothing.” She says breezily, brushing past them, “I want to go look at the herbs on the other side of the market. I’m making Sam try chimichurri tonight.”

She and Kelly then start up an animated conversation about how versatile flat leaf parsley is, but all Lena can think about is that same blonde alpha she somehow keeps running into.

After all, once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence, but thrice? Maybe this is starting to become a pattern.


Present Day 2017

"What good is an alpha, who doesn’t treat you right!” the crop-top and skirt-wearing dancers mouth as they dance their way through another take of the song.

They’ve been at the shoot since 8AM and Kara’s starting to feel it in her knees, but she’s always liked TV musicals and she knows that this particular song is going to be stuck in her head for the rest of the week. But the dancers and actors are in fine form today, their movements sharp and precise, and she starts to get excited.

The rest of the crew, consisting of hair, wardrobe, and makeup stylists, are gathered around behind her watching, and nodding their heads along to the music. Their director, the middle-aged alpha powerhouse known as Olivia Marsden, taps her foot to the beat as she watches from the monitors.

The final note rings out, the dancers strike their final poses, and after a beat Olivia slips off the headphones she’s sporting. “Cut.”

She’s nodding her head as she stands from the chair and motions for her AD, James.

He grins. “That was great guys!” His voice is low and warm, and it booms across the stage. As far as AD’s go, James is one who’s easygoing and very polite. Kara’s always liked him and in the recent months she’s worked on the show, he’s become a good friend too. “We’re gonna do another take so everyone take five!”

The cast all wipe their brows and clump up in groups to start chatting, and that’s Kara’s cue. She’s a first team PA and as such, works directly with the cast, getting them to and from wardrobe and makeup to the set, and gets them anything else they might need. It can be tedious, especially if the actors are rude, but it’s a good position to be in if she wants to get her foot in the door of a writer’s room.

But first, she has to get one of the actors a Pepsi.

Once four o’clock rolls around the crew finally breaks for dinner and Kara follows behind one of the leads, Sari, away from the set.

Kara watches as the small blonde follows her alpha co-star, Benji, to his trailer.

“Hey, Benji! Great scene today! You looked great.” She gushes as he walks up the stairs. Kara watches as he throws out a laugh and a “thanks” behind him before closing the door. Sari visibly deflates.

Kara looks around, makes sure no one is in immediate earshot, and then walks up to the omega. “Sari. I told you, you should play hard to get.”

Sometimes working directly with the actors builds a bit of a repartee, and Kara is now the confidant of several nineteen-year-old actors. Kara likes people, and being able to talk to actors was really nice, especially if she’s on her feet for twelve hours, four days out of the week.

But the platinum blonde before her sighs in frustration, “Ugh, I’m incredibly easy to get.” And with a morose look at Benji’s door, Sari walks off to her own trailer.

Kara doesn’t have much time to feel bad for her because another omega appears to her right. She nearly jumps out of her skin when Lucy, bright and energetic, seemingly materializes out of thin air.

“Hey Kara,” she says smiling, “I just wanted to ask: was today the day you needed to head out early to see your aunt?”

Lucy was one of the producers and, like James, was all around kinder and less terrifyingly blunt than other crew members Kara has met in the industry. She’s very pretty, with bright hazel eyes and a short bob of brown hair, and is part of the reason why Kara has a job in the first place.

“Yeah that’s today.” She says, tucking her hands behind her.

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says beaming, and Kara matches her smile, and turns to leave but Lucy stops her. “Oh, and— tell your aunt I love her show.” She’s still smiling but Kara feels oncoming dread. She hopes that Lucy wont—

“You know, ‘Great Scott!’ and all that.” She’s still smiling as she says it, even though she’s just uttered the phrase that triggers an almost Pavlovian response of disgust in Kara’s gut.

Instead of voicing that, Kara just gives her another smile. “Yeah I’ll let her know.”


Kara leaves work and drives to Malibu.

Her aunt Astra is an actor, but not just any actor. She was the main character on the classic 1980s sitcom Great Scott, before becoming a Hollywood powerhouse. Her face is everywhere; on TV, on billboards, on magazines, even on those unskippable YouTube ads that make Kara want to toss her laptop out of her window.

And yet, despite her two-dimensional presence everywhere else in Kara’s life, she seems to have trouble being actually present for many of the moments in her niece’s world, a fact that does not bother Kara whatsoever, no sir.

It still doesn’t bother her even as she has to give her name to her aunt’s security guard so he can open the gate.

Astra’s mansion is massive; a Mediterranean style house with two acres of land, six bedrooms, a swimming pool, a hot tub, a basketball court, a movie theater, and a tennis court. Kara had moved in when she was nine after her parents died; it was always too big, and with how her aunt’s room was in another part of the house, she woke up many nights crying, calling out for help and not always getting an answer. It only started to feel like home when Astra married Eliza and she and her own daughter, Alex, moved in.

And when they moved out, Kara left with them.

The thought flits through her mind as she parks her car in the long circular driveway. Kara makes her way along the arched opening through the front of the house and out into the large and manicured backyard. There were several limestone steps lined with flowers leading down to the back lawn and then, wearing nothing but an uncomfortably small speedo and bikini top, was her aunt Astra, stretched out in a yoga pose and holding a pair of 5 pound weights.

Kara rolls her eyes before making her way down the steps.

“Hi Astra.” She greets, and the older alpha whips her head around once to see who it is, before turning back to correct her warrior one.

“Hey!” Astra chirps, “Check it out: vinyasa yoga and the army ranger workout.” She turns her head, her smile turning a tad maniacal, “I combined them!”

“Wow that’s— very impressive,” Kara states. Astra steps out of her pose and twists her torso to loosen up her back.

“I’m gonna do a video I think,” she says, “Vinyasa Power! I should call someone about making an ad.”

Kara snorts, “Yeah, I can almost see where your muscles are.”

Astra’s face falls into an irritated glare at the quip. “Very funny,” she says, tossing her weights to the ground and placing her hands on her hips. “Hit me.”

Kara blinks, “no.”

“Oh, come on, you’re not gonna hurt me.” Astra cajoles, “come on hit me.” She slaps her abs for emphasis, “give me your best shot.” She follows it up with a flex, accentuating her already very toned body and grunts out, “Come on, quick! Before I give myself a hernia!”

Kara fights the urge to grimace. “Um. No thank you.”

Astra stares at her for a moment before shrugging and stepping out of her pose. “You’re right. Let’s smoke some weed,” she says as she whips a robe on, and marches out of the backyard.

Kara follows Astra into the massive first floor kitchen where her aunt then takes out a grinder, papers, and large bag of weed buds that’s about the size of a toddler’s head. Astra talks as she fashions a joint, grinding the leaves and then sifting them into the paper she has laid out before her.

“This is really good stuff,” Astra says as she rolls the joint, “it’s so relaxing that I didn’t even flinch while watching CNN the other day.”

Kara sits down at the kitchen island, drops her messenger bag on the ground. “That’s good.”

“So, how’s the show going?” Astra asks, licking the paper closed and twisting off the end.

“It’s great.” Kara says automatically, and when her aunt fixes her with a look she adds on, “I mean, it’s about high schoolers who sing and dance and blog. Like Glee.”

Astra nods like she understands. “At least you’re writing, that’s what’s important.”

Kara winces. “No. No I’m— I’m an assistant.”

Astra pauses, joint hanging from her lips. “Well…at least they’ve seen your writing.”

She flicks the switch on her lighter and Kara sighs, “Not yet.” Her aunt looks up at that and Kara reaches for her messenger bag and pulls out some papers stapled together. “But I wanted to get your opinion on this episode that I wrote.” She hands the papers to Astra, who takes them as she takes a puff from her joint. Kara is a little worried about her script getting too close to fire, but the other alpha doesn’t seem to care.

Astra looks at the first page, eyes scanning over the words, and she removes the joint from her mouth and beams at the paper with pride. “That’s my niece,” She says, eyes bright. “I’ll take a look at this— and then, I’ll call somebody.” She’s got that determined look in her eyes, the same kind she gets whenever there’s a challenge to be bested, and balks.

“No. Please don’t call anyone, just— just read it and tell me what you think.” This was the real reason she came to visit her aunt; Astra was, beyond her inability to think of anyone else’s feelings, an industry professional, and since Kara needed help breaking into said industry, she could think of no better person to help her. She just didn’t want the opportunity handed to her because of who her family was, she wanted to earn it. Just like everyone else.

“Okay.” Astra nods, takes another puff of her joint, and then purses her lips. “So, are you seeing anyone?”

Kara actually does grimace this time, and takes the joint when Astra offers it. “No.”

“Let me rephrase: are you seeing anyone special I should know about?” Astra asks, and Kara shakes her head.

“No.” Kara says, and she really wants to leave it there. Siobhan had broken up with her eight months ago and while Kara wasn’t too upset with having the relationship ended, it still made her cringe.

“Not since Siobhan.”Astra scoffs, “It’s been a year my dear.” She pats Kara on the back reassuringly, “It’s time to move on.” Kara opens her mouth to say something, possibly to deflect and change the subject, but pauses when a Pomeranian skitters into the kitchen out of nowhere.

“You got a dog?!” Kara exclaims, hopping off the stool to kneel down and scratch the little animal behind the ears. Curiously, the Pomeranian comes right up to her, like it knows her, and Kara thinks it looks just like—

“Freckles!” A familiar voice chimes in and Siobhan, Kara’s ex-girlfriend, scuttles in and swoops the dog into her arms wearing only a pink bikini.

Kara sucks in a breath sharply, sharp enough that she immediately chokes and starts coughing. Her throat is twinging from abrupt invasion of oxygen and she holds a fist in front of her face while she hacks up a lung. Siobhan, probably upon noticing that she’s just upended Kara’s life, jogs out of the room, dog in hand, hissing out expletives as she goes.

Kara coughs and wheezes, trying to get her bearings. She feels like the gears in her brain have turned on overdrive, and all of her thoughts are going too fast the for her to grasp. She feels the familiar sting of tears in her eyes, both from the coughing and her own embarrassment, and another feeling, one that has her inner alpha snarling.


A rage that only gets worse when Astra pats her back lovingly, as if she hasn’t done the emotional equivalent of slapping Kara in the face.

“Kara, I wanted to tell you— in fact, I was about to tell you—”

Kara gets her coughing under control with a final wheeze, and pushes Astra’s hand away. “How long?” She says, her voice low and raspy. When Astra doesn’t reply right away Kara bears her teeth. “How long?”

Astra sighs. “Not long. It was— ah— we met around Hanukkah,” she says, looking contemplative.

Kara feels her stomach drop down to her feet. Her aunt started screwing her girlfriend two months after their breakup. Her aunt has secretly been dating her ex-girlfriend for almost six months. This isn’t happening.

“We ran into each other at a party,” Astra barrels on, heedless of Kara’s mounting horror and fury, “and we got to talking. About you, mostly.”

That does it.

Kara damns all her years of therapy, breathing exercises, and meditative emotional processing that Eliza paid for in favor of letting her alpha take charge. It’s almost immediately gratifying, clenching her fist, twisting her hips, and delivering a fierce punch to Astra’s gut.

Gratification that quickly turns into pain when she realizes just how muscular Astra actually is.

Astra doubles over and groans in pain the same time that Kara twists away and yells “fuck!” and clutches her hand to her chest. They stay like that for a couple seconds; the both of them groaning in pain, trying to get their bearings.

The scene would probably be comical if it wasn’t so uniquely awful.

When Kara finally stands up straight, Astra has the joint in her hands again. “You’re having sex with my ex-girlfriend?!”

Astra takes another drag of the joint. “Well— yeah but,” she turns, and fixes Kara with a pleading look. “She’s really hot.”

Kara hears Astra’s words, and everything in her head whites out completely. In that moment, Kara’s soul leaves her mortal body, and floats up into the atmosphere of earth, and screams a little.

This is it, she thinks, I’ve officially shed my mortal coil because my life has become too stupid to be real.

“Listen Kara, I’m not the perfect aunt—”

“That is the understatement of the year!” Kara snaps, and just barely manages to reel in the instincts that demand she tear Astra’s throat out. How can she, her aunt and the only living biological family she has left, do this to her? After everything she’s put Kara through, she just wants to keep breaking the foundation of their relationship until there’s nothing left. It’s jarring and laughable, but more than anything else it fucking hurts.

She turns on her heel and snatches her bag from the floor. Astra protests as she does so but Kara doesn’t care as she opens the backdoor, and slams it closed on her way out.


“Do you need a massage? I think you need a massage,” Alex says worriedly, patting Kara’s shoulders. “You’re really tense.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Kara’s voice is as dry as a saltine, and she can practically hear Alex wince beside her. She can’t see her of course, because she’s currently face down on the bar top, icing her sore knuckles and holding a beer in the other hand.

“Sarcasm from Kara Danvers?” She looks up to watch as M’gann dries out a glass with a towel and gives her a pitying look. “You had a rough day huh.”

Oh really, what gave me away, Kara thinks to herself. She sped out of Malibu, almost dying in the rush hour traffic, and ended up at Al’s bar for a drink. She called Alex on her way over and explained what happened, and now her sister is dutifully trying to make her feel better.

“Oh, my god Kara!” There’s the sound of hurried footsteps and Kara knows that Nia has joined the group. “Are you tunnel buddies with your aunt?” Kara groans, and slumps further into her seat.

“Sure Nia, announce it to the whole bar why don’t you.” Bless Alex, at least someone has some compassion for her.

Nia hisses in sympathy. “Sorry bud.”

Kara just answers with a groan, lightly hitting her head on the wooden countertop. This is the kind of situation that happens to characters in movies to make the audience laugh, and Kara certainly feels like someone is laughing at her; maybe a whole theatre full of celestial beings are howling merrily at her misfortune right now.

“Can I get a shot?” She grumbles, “can I please get a shot?”

“Oh god, how often do you think they have sex?” Nia blurts and if Kara could sink further into the floor, she would.

“Actually— make that three shots.”

“Normally I would ask you if that’s a good idea but considering the circumstances—” Kara raises her head and watches M’gann line up three shot glasses and pour vodka into each one. “These are on the house.”

“Thank you.” Kara doesn’t even recognize her own voice right now, it’s so lifeless and raspy, but she supposes that’s the result of finding out your aunt was secretly fucking your ex-girlfriend behind your back.

Nia pats her back. “You need to get even with her.” She says, and then gasps in excitement. “You should have sex with one of her ex-girlfriends!”

“Why is that your solution to the problem?” Alex asks, sounding genuinely perplexed. Kara finally sits up, knocking back the shots one after the other with precision. She usually doesn’t drink much, but she thinks that her shit day warrants a well-deserved drink. Or five.

“I dunno, it seems like revenge is best served sexy.” Nia shrugs, and Alex shakes her head in disbelief. “Like Kara should get on top of Astra’s ex like Astra did with—”

“Can we talk about something else? Literally, anything else.” Kara cuts in, not at all ready to hear Nia finish her sentence. If she has to hear about what her aunt does in bed with her ex-girlfriend she’s gonna flip.

“Okay,” Nia shrugs. “What did you do to your hand?”

Kara looks down at her right hand, covered by an ice pack, and resolves herself to just forget this day ever happened. To really just erase it from her memory for the rest of her life forever.

“I want a double rum and coke stat.” Kara says to M’gann, and then adds, “Please.”

The beta cocks a concerned eyebrow at her, but at Kara’s pleading look she shrugs and starts mixing the drink.

“Kara? Are you sure about—” Alex’s concern is good, it really is, but Kara’s mind is elsewhere and she needs it to stay that way if she wants to retain her sanity.

“Trust me, Alex, this is good. This is fine,” she says, and when M’gann sets the drink down in front of her, Kara grabs it and takes two large gulps for good measure.

“This is a terrible, self-destructive plan.” Alex says. Her voice is sarcastic with an edge of worry to it.

Nia pats her back again. “But it’s a strong plan, and we are behind you one-hundred percent.”


It’s late, it’s a little muggy out, and all Lena wants to do is lay down on her couch with a glass of wine and watch the new documentary on Mesopotamia that came out on Netflix the other day.

It had been an awful day at the office; she had to pump two separate penises, remove an arrowhead from a college student’s thigh, and then listen to a mother from Orange County rant to her about the dangers of vaccines. By the end of her shift, Lena was ready to tear her hair out and possibly rip whatever poor unsuspecting soul a new one if they so much as looked at her the wrong way right now. In an effort to cheer herself up, she called ahead for take-out, and was looking forward to digging into her large shrimp salad.

But when she walks into Al’s she doesn’t expect to see a familiar blonde head of hair slumped over one of the tables. Kara has pressed the right side of her face down onto the table, and clutches her cocktail glass like a lifeline as she scrolls through something on her phone.

She momentarily calculates how she can sneak into the restaurant, and grab her order without being noticed; it’s nothing against Kara, far from it, it’s just that Lena is grouchy, her skin is sticky with dried sweat, and she knows her hair is a mess. But just as she’s about to slip in, Kara lifts her head, and her gaze zeroes in on Lena like she’s a beacon.

Fuck’s sake.

She sighs, fully steps into the dining room, and walks up to the alpha. Once she’s close enough she gets a better look at her; Kara’s face is flushed, her blue eyes a little glassy, and she’s perched her glasses on top of her head. The kicker is that even despite her pathetic looking appearance, she still looks as gorgeous as ever, much to Lena’s annoyance.

“Hi Kara.” She says, and the alpha blinks up at her uncomprehendingly for a couple seconds, before her face breaks into a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes.

“Heeeey Lena.” She slurs, “how's the—” Kara breaks off to hiccup and then continues, “how’s th’ doctoring going?”

Lena cocks an eyebrow at the woman in front of her. “Very well thank you. Why are you drinking alone?”

“Psssh— oh, you know—” Kara sits up, looking less composed as the minutes tick by. “I’m jus— just having a blast here.”

“Right.” Lena catches the eye of the waitress, Eve, and motions her over. She notices that the other waiters are stacking chairs, and the remaining patrons are donning their coats. “Well, the bar is closing, so do you have a ride home?”

Kara looks around surprised, as if she hadn’t even considered the possibility of the bar closing. “Uh— I– Alex maybe—” Kara frowns, “I mean she had to— to put out a fire so maybe not.”

As cute as Kara is, Lena can only take so much drunken stuttering right now. She refrains from rolling her eyes, and schools her features into a look that’s more pleasant when Eve walks up with her take out bag.

“Are you here to get her?” Eve asks, looking down at Kara with a look that’s both pitying and annoyed.

“Oh, no— I—”

“Aw,” Kara drops her phone onto the table with a pout, “my phone died.”

For fuck’s sake.

Even turns to look at her pleadingly, and Lena sighs. She honestly deserves a medal for being as nice as she is, and Kara definitely owes her for this bullshit.

“Can you help me get her into my car?”

Together, she and Eve sling one of Kara’s long arms (when does she have time to build muscle like this, jesus christ) and walk her carefully out of Al’s. Kara, for the most part, is thankfully compliant if heavy, and spends the entire time mumbling about how "Great Scott was a terrible sitcom anyway." Lena doesn’t comment on any of it, and manages to muscle her passenger door open and, with Eve’s help, shoves Kara into the front seat.

“Oh my god, thank you.” Eve finally says once Kara is buckled in and laying floppily against the window, staring at the street lamp with an unnecessary amount of concentration.

Lena sighs, checks the integrity of her take out, and when she sees that the packaging is still intact she sighs with relief. “Don’t mention it.”

Even gives her one last parting grin before walking back inside, and Lena crosses around her car to the drivers’ side. It’s only when she’s buckling her seatbelt that she realizes that she doesn’t actually know where Kara lives.

“Kara,” she asks quietly, “what’s your address?”

“I live on the hill.” Kara slurs, her eyes drooping.

“Great,” Lena says sarcastically, “that tells me absolutely nothing. Kara, what. Is. Your. Address?”

“Uhhhh,” the alpha knocks her head against the glass none too gently and Lena is momentarily worried about her window’s integrity. “Um, it’s north?”

Lena sighs, presses the start button on her engine, and grips the steering wheel. It’s clear that Kara is entirely useless tonight and if she wants to get home, she’s going to have to do it hungover and in the light of day instead.

She just hopes that she can still watch her documentary, even if Kara is going to be passed out on her couch the entire night.

Chapter Text

Kara comes to her awareness in fits and starts; she can feel the sunlight painting her face first, then the cool, air conditioned air on her skin, then the annoying, dull throbbing pulsing—somewhere? In her head maybe? She’s not quite sure.

She sniffs once, groans a little, and smacks her lips. There’s a gross aftertaste on her tongue, and her mouth is dry as a desert. She needs water, and maybe an ibuprofen. 

Kara blinks once, then several more times just to get her eyes used to the sunlight, before she manages to squint. She’s staring up at a cream-colored ceiling, donned with one of those light fixtures that looks a little bit like a boob, and knows two things: one, she’s definitely not at her house, and two, someone took her home last night. She just doesn’t remember who.


Kara sniffs, groans again, and twists her neck; she takes in the black sitting chairs and the walnut coffee table, the large bookcase sitting next to the front door, Kelly sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee—

Wait. Kelly?

Kara blinks again and, yep. Kelly is sitting there in her pajamas, gazing at Kara in amusement, daintily sipping her coffee and spearing some fruit with a fork. 

“Hey,” she croaks, and Kelly quirks a brow at her.

“Morning,” she says sweetly. “Would you like some coffee?”

Kara notes the dryness of her mouth and nods. She goes to sit up, and as she does so she gets a good look at herself from the chest down.

Save for her bra, she is completely naked. 

Someone was kind enough to throw a blanket over her torso, thankfully covering her privates from any poor unsuspecting eyes, but it’s undeniable. At some point last night, Kara Zorel-Danvers was wearing next to nothing in Kelly’s apartment and then slept like that.

With the awareness that brings, the mortification rolls in so strongly that Kara’s surprised she doesn’t spontaneously combust into sparks. Kelly is fixing her a mug, still smiling in amusement, and Kara knows that from her forehead to her chest she is bright red. 

Death. She craves the sweet release of death. 

“Did, uh—what, uh—” she tries, and then clears her throat. “What happened last night?”

Kelly, who is the kindest woman she has ever met, walks over and hands her the cup of coffee. “Not sure. I was asleep when you came in; I found you like this this morning.”


“Though I did wake up once when I heard you call someone a ‘lying, two-faced, jerkface’ before you burst into tears.”

“Oh jeez.” Kara winces, and swallows a mouthful of coffee in an effort to distract herself, and then winces again when she burns her tongue. God, this is bad; of all the ways to spend her Saturday morning this was not on her list. Not only did she apparently strip naked sometime in the middle of the night, she also ranted loud enough to wake Kelly and probably any other roommates Lena has.

And she’s also hungry. 

This is the most embarrassed she has ever been, bar none. If Kara had wanted to repeat her college mistakes as an alpha of almost thirty years of age, she would have hoped to do it somewhere that wasn’t Kelly’s apartment.

And she knows it’s about to get worse when she hears a dramatic gasp.

“Oh, Kara,” a man flops down on the couch to her right, and Kara is startled enough that she chokes on her coffee a little. “You left your socks in my room, you monster.

Kara sputters, and turns to find the handsome face of a beta staring back at her. He’s got deep brown eyes, brown skin, and the most well-trimmed hair and beard Kara has ever seen. He’s also leaning heavily against her, and Kara feels her stomach drop in terror.

“Um, hi,” she says uneasily. The man bats his eyelashes at her. “Can I—did, uh—do I know you?”

The man slaps a hand over his heart, and groans so loudly that Kara worries about his neighbors. “You wound me, Kara.” When he catches her eyes again, the look he gives her is nothing short of lascivious. “You were a beast in bed. I don’t know how this paltry, three-bedroom apartment contained you.”

Kelly chokes on her coffee, and Kara’s face turns even redder. She’s convinced now that she definitely died sometime last night. She died and is now living in some screwed up alternate universe. That has to be it, because this can’t be happening.

“Oh Kara,” he sighs, falling back against the couch, throwing a hand over his eyes. “I didn’t know my body could handle that much pain—” he pulls his hand back and catches her horrified gaze with his own, “and that I would like it that much.”

Kara doesn’t recognize the sound that comes out of her throat, but she knows it isn’t human. It’s a sound from somewhere beyond her, akin to the dying sounds of a wounded elk, or perhaps a very sad beaver. She very much wants to get up and bolt through the door but her mostly nakedness prevents her from doing so; she’s trapped on this couch, with nothing but a bright orange blanket and a cup of coffee to protect her.

“I—! I did—we did the—what?!” Kara sputters, her voice coming out in a wheeze. She can hear Kelly snickering from the kitchen and the-man-who-is-giving-her-gray-hairs winks at her.

Kara opens her mouth, to deny and definitely, probably, sputter some more in indignation, until she sees a third person walk into the room.

It’s Lena. Her hair is up in a bun, and she’s wearing a blue robe as she swans into the room with a yawn. Kara’s panicked thoughts are momentarily interrupted by the fleeting thought that Lena looks so soft before she remembers she’s currently freaking out. 

“Lena!” She yelps, and the omega shoots her a curious look before pouring a cup of coffee for herself.

“Morning, Kara,” she says smoothly, taking a sip and gazing at the scene before her.

“Hi, yes—lovely to see you—I have a question.” Lena cocks an eyebrow. “Did I have sex with anyone in this room?”

Lena purses her lips and thinks. The silence in the room drags on for seconds that feel like hours to Kara; in that span of time the beta male has laid his head on her shoulder, pouting dramatically while Kelly looks like she is trying her hardest not to lose her mind laughing. Kara is in agony; and Lena is just standing there, pondering the situation as if she has all the time in the world.

Eventually though, she speaks. “No, you didn’t.” And as she steals a piece of fruit from Kelly’s bowl and levels her roommate with a droll look. “Jack, stop teasing her.”

The dam breaks; Kelly starts laughing in great heaving guffaws, and Jack slides from the couch abruptly, all pretenses gone as he flashes Kara a conspirator’s wink.

Kara feels like her organs might drop right out of her body; she almost had a heart attack. “Great. I’m glad you all had a good laugh.” She grumbles, sipping at her coffee in annoyance. 

“But,” Lena says, setting her mug down, “I do have your pants, so if you want them, come with me.” The omega turns abruptly and leaves the kitchen, making to disappear down the hall toward her bedroom and gives Kara a ‘well hurry up’ look behind her.

“Right! Yes, that’d be—” Kara means to get up, and remembers that all that’s protecting her modesty is a blanket. She looks from Kelly and Jack suspiciously, to find the both of them staring back at her in amusement.

“It’s okay, Kara,” Kelly says, “we’re all doctors.”

“Right,” Jack chimes in, “I see hundreds of different alpha bits during the week. I actually pulled a penis out of a vitamin water yesterday—”

“Okay!” Kara cuts in, “thanks for that, I’ll uh—just—leave now.” She sets the coffee cup down and, with as much skill as she can muster, she maneuvers the blanket around her chest and back. She stands, looking and feeling ridiculous, and follows Lena to her bedroom, ignoring Jack’s parting comment of “We’re professionals, Kara!”


Kara walks into Lena’s bedroom, blanket dress fluttering behind her, and closes the door.

Upon entering the space, she clears her throat. “So how—how did I get here?” She doesn’t really know what to do with herself while she stands there, awkward with a blanket as she stands in Lena’s bedroom. Without meaning to, Kara inhales Lena’s scent; it smells sweet and natural, and reminds her of the hikes she took with Eliza around San Francisco once, of nature and flowers.

Lena picks up some clothes from on top of her desk and deposits them in Kara’s arms. “Well,” she starts, “Al’s was closing and no one else was around to get you home, so I ended up dragging your heavy ass back here.” She says it with a quirk of her eyebrow. “You must have thought you were at home cause you immediately started stripping.”

Kara’s face heats. “Oh, god—”

“You said it was, and I quote: ‘hotter than the devil’s asscrack in here’ and took off your pants.”

“Oh, god—” Kara groans. Part of her wonders if someone could die from this much blood rushing to ones’ face so fast. “I’m so—I am so sorry.” 

She fumbles with her jeans as she says it, and Lena delicately turns around as Kara drops the blanket. Tugging on her boxers and pants at a random woman’s house after getting blackout drunk is not how she wanted this day to start. Kara’s inner alpha is cringing like a dog and the rest of her would very much like to go home and hide under her bed for the next week.

“Oh, it wasn’t all bad.” Lena’s lips have curved into a wry smile now, lighting up her eyes in the morning light from her bedroom window. “Once you were naked you did this—this odd dance? It was funny.”

Kara blinks. “I did…a dance?”

Lena hums in affirmative, her grin transforming into what Kara can confidently call ‘shit eating.’ “I think it was one of those viral ones from Vine.”

Oh no.

“I have to say,” Lena says, “I’m surprised you have that much coordination. Your hips are very loose.”

The omega giggles, the low alto of her voice simultaneously calming her and sending a shiver down Kara’s spine. The feeling wars with the waves of embarrassment that are turning Kara’s face from puce to carmine.

“Lena, I’m really sorry—”

“It’s honestly fine.” Lena waves her off. “If you were anybody else I would’ve been way more annoyed.”

She says it offhand, like a throwaway thought, but it gives Kara some pause in her embarrassment. 

“But,” Lena sighs, propping her hands on her hips, “I can’t find your sweater. I don’t know how you managed to lose it when all you did was wiggle around my living room—”

“Ugh,” Kara groans, and sinks onto the edge of Lena’s bed. “I really am sorry,” Kara says, when she finally pries her hands away from her face. The omega is looking back at her with equal parts amusement and concern. 

“I don’t know where to start, really.” She says, “My aunt—my aunt is dating my ex-girlfriend.” 

Lena’s answering smile is sympathetic. “I know.” And at Kara’s confused look she shrugs and says, “You told me about it when you were drunk. You cried.”

“Oh, lovely.” Kara’s tone couldn’t be any drier. As if on cue, all of the events of yesterday, at least the ones she can remember, come rushing back and Kara has to take several deep breaths to keep her composure. It was bad that her aunt was dating her ex-girlfriend, worse that they started seeing each other two months after Kara broke up with Siobhan and, worst of all, the fact that Astra had kept it from her for half a year. It was enough to make a good alpha go bad. “Look, I—”

“Please stop apologizing.” Lena cuts in before Kara has a chance to say anything, and her jaw closes with a snap. “Your family did something crazy and you had a breakdown about it. I get it.” Lena has a smile on her face as she says it and in her gaze, there’s a sort of pained sympathy, like she knows what Kara’s feeling and can relate.

It’s nice.

The alpha sighs, “Yeah but, I’m still a mess.” Kara’s lips twitch into a small smile and Lena takes the moment to take a seat next to her, close enough that their legs touch. Absurdly, it reminds Kara of that night at Camp Weehawken all those years ago.

“Oh, you definitely are.” Lena says, and Kara is surprised when she feels Lena’s hand trail across her back and land on her right shoulder. “But—so is everybody else. You’ll be okay.”

A second or two ticks by, and Kara privately revels in Lena’s surprisingly calming touch. For whatever reason the hand on her shoulder soothes her apprehension, and she can feel the tension start to leak out of her bit by bit. 

“Thanks,” she says. Lena’s robe has parted and slid up to her mid-thigh and, because she’s calmed down enough now, Kara doesn’t think twice about reaching over with her other hand and setting it down atop Lena’s knee in what she initially thinks is a friendly gesture.

Looking back, she’ll pinpoint this exact moment as where it all really began.

As soon as her hand connects with skin Lena gasps, loud as a thunder clap in the suddenly quiet room. Kara moves to retract her hand, to apologize, but Lena grips her shoulder harder and Kara pauses. 

She opens her mouth to say something, to fall back on proprietary grace, until she takes a breath in and loses focus entirely. In the times she’s been around her, Lena’s scent has a natural and sweet quality about it, like roses or the open air of a field. Now it’s different; in the few seconds Kara’s touched her it’s changed rapidly to something more decadent, deeper, more luscious, and strong enough that Kara can almost taste it on her tongue. 

It’s inviting, arousing even, and Kara has to mentally slap herself to keep from losing focus entirely.

“Se—seriously, thank you.” Kara says, clearing her throat in an effort to erase the low gravelly tone it’s taken. 

Lena reacts with a shiver, and idly, Kara wonders what it would feel like to drag her fingers up Lena’s thigh, and seek out the warmth from between her legs; to chase that sweetness down to its source and taste it with her tongue.

And when she catches Lena’s eye, her gaze is dark, the green of her irises nearly swallowed by her pupils. 

“I should—I should probably get ready now.” Lena’s voice is low, throaty and rich like velvet, and Kara feels an answering shiver run up her spine. She can feel a throb in her pants, and she knows that Lena is having an effect on her for sure. “I don’t want to be late.”

“Right—you, uh—” Kara almost loses her train of thought entirely when Lena’s hand slides up the back of her neck, and begins to gently scratch the baby hairs at the back of her head. Her dick is getting harder, and Lena is sliding closer, pressing the heat of her body to Kara’s left side. She clears her throat, tries again. “You don’t wanna be late.”

“No,” Kara slides her hand farther up Lena’s thigh, and the omega’s breath hitches. “that— would be bad.” Lena’s voice is inching towards breathy, and Kara’s instincts are clawing at her now, telling her to find out how high and breathy it can sound, how her nails would feel on Kara’s back as she fucks her, how pretty she would look coming undone. As soon as the thought crosses her mind, Lena’s eyes dip down to stare at her lips, hand digging into her scalp a little more, and Kara reacts. 

She presses forward and solidly connects her lips to Lena’s in a heated kiss. Part of her thinks Lena is going to push her off, but she quickly realizes that’s not the case when Lena grips her hair and kisses her back.

There was a brief moment in college where Kara wondered how it would feel to kiss Lena; whether she would be soft and pliant or rough and wild, what she would taste like, what she would feel like, and gloriously, Lena is everything she imagined and more. As soon as their lips connect, Lena writhes against her, almost falling into her lap, and Kara takes the opportunity to circle a hand around Lena’s waist and bodily hoist her onto the bed. 

Lena kisses with purpose and with heat, they’re brazen but methodical, like she knows how to devastate Kara in the slowest, most thorough way possible. She drags her tongue against Kara’s, tugs at her lower lip with her teeth, gasps into her mouth, and it leaves Kara’s head spinning. Kissing Lena is wet and warm, like hot caramel sauce on a vanilla sundae, and Kara’s head spins the more they press against each other.

She wouldn’t mind getting lost in Lena Luthor for a little while.


Lena has no idea what she’s doing.

For once in her life her brain is silent, choosing to take a backseat while she acts on pure instinct. Kara seemed so sad and lost earlier and Lena, for whatever reason, wanted to soothe her, with her words and her scent, but nowhere in her thought process did she think Kara would react so strongly. Similarly, she didn’t think she would react so strongly either, but that was neither here nor there. Not now when they’re grinding on her bed like teenagers.

She’d probably have something sarcastic to say if it wasn’t so painfully arousing.

Kara’s warm weight presses her down into the mattress as she claims her lips over and over again, and Lena was lost in the feeling of it. A feeling that only seemed to grow exponentially when Kara rocks her hips down against her own, and Lena feels the hard bulge of her through her jeans.

She gasps into the kiss, rocking back against Kara, who huffs as she pulls back.

There’s a moment where they gaze at each other, Kara’s blue eyes now almost overtaken with the black of her pupils, her chest heaving. Lena’s brain tries to form a rational thought but her good sense can’t seem to break through the fog of her arousal and what her instincts are telling her.

And her instincts are telling her to fuck Kara Danvers.

But having sex with the gorgeous alpha on top of her requires some logistical maneuvering. So, with all her blood swiftly moving south, Lena clears her throat and husks out the word, “Condom.” 

Kara blinks down at her, dazed and aroused, before her vision clears. Then she nods enthusiastically and rolls off to Lena’s side, fumbling with the button on her jeans. Lena takes the opportunity to fling open her bedside drawer and rifles around the contents inside; there’s a model of a human brain, some books, and stray paper clips covering everything, but eventually she pulls out the tin foil package she was looking for. 

By the time she rolls back around, condom in hand, Kara’s got her pants off again and takes the package swiftly. Lena takes the moment to watch as the muscles in Kara’s arms and abdominals shift; how the sinews and tendons stand out and flex and pull under her skin, how her biceps bulge and her shoulders tense as she moves. She admires her body, the strength there before her eyes shift lower and widen at the sight.

And my—Kara is certainly gifted.

Kara’s cock is big; not as long as some alphas but thick and hard, and looks like it could provide the kind of stretch Lena really, really likes. The thought of it thrills her, and she unties her robe and shucks off her underwear while Kara slides the latex down her shaft. 

Lena hopes that Kelly and Jack can’t smell what’s happening in here; Kara’s scent is all over her room and she knows that her arousal is extremely noticeable, maybe even behind a closed door. The last thing she wants is whatever this is to be announced to the rest of her roommates. But, when Kara rolls back over, fitting herself between Lena’s spread thighs, all thoughts of her housemates dissipate like a cloud of steam.

Lena’s senses narrow down to the sensation to the alpha on top of her, and she doesn’t care about anything else right now except for Kara between her legs.

Once Kara is settled, she immediately fists her cock in one hand, and strokes it against Lena’s cunt, coating it in her wetness before fitting the tip against her opening. Lena braces herself for the oncoming stretch, but even she isn’t prepared for Kara’s size and girth, and she gasps and digs her fingers into Kara’s shoulder blades as she starts to slip in.

Kara huffs, kisses the side of her head in apology, and keeps pushing; the rest of her cock slides in slowly, with her hips steady but sure, and Lena’s knees come up around Kara’s hips once she’s fully sheathed inside.

The initial stretch holds that familiar burn of her pussy being made to open for something big, and it’s especially intense since Lena hasn’t slept with anyone in a while, but then Kara’s fully inside, and oh. The stretch is marvelous. So, warm and with a slight burn that Lena likes and god, Kara is so hard and pressing into her soft flesh that Lena melts against the sheets with a quiet whimper. 

“You okay?” Kara whispers, her voice gravelly and strained. Her hips have stilled as Lena adjusts and she admires her restraint. She drags her fingernails up Kara’s back and the alpha shivers above her, her hips jogging once against Lena and she gasps.

“I’m—I’m good.” Lena can hear the breathiness of her own voice, and wraps her legs around Kara’s waist. “Keep going.”

Kara moves her hips, and Lena’s world narrows down to the feeling of Kara around her, inside her, building her pleasure until it’s all she can think about. Lena had only done minimal fantasizing about how Kara would be in bed, and the reality of her is so much better than what she imagined. Kara moves slowly, but with a purpose, and angles her hips confidently so that the head of her cock drags against her g-spot with each movement, and it’s all Lena can do to keep from crying out.

Part of her wants Kara to go faster, to rut into her with the kind of power and speed that she really likes, but there’s something about Kara taking it slow, building her up at a glacial pace for this first time that has Lena on edge. Kara presses her lips against the top of Lena’s chest, mouths along her collarbone, and sinks a bruise into her shoulder that has Lena gasping into the quiet air of her bedroom. 

Fuck, she thinks, I could get used to this.

Then she hears footsteps outside her door and tenses.

“Lena?” Jack’s voice is muffled from outside her bedroom door, and Kara freezes above her. The alpha lets out a quiet almost-snarl that she quickly muffles at the interruption, and Lena rolls her eyes. Alphas, she thinks with an eye roll. 

But Jack continues on, “Lena, remember that we have to be at the hospital in ten minutes? I hope you’re ready.” Oh fuck, that’s right, she was getting ready for work before Kara’s stupid blue eyes distracted her.

Those same eyes in question widen in surprise, then chagrin, and Kara moves as if she’s going to roll away, and Lena simply can’t have that. She locks her ankles around the alpha’s hips more firmly, and at Kara’s questioning look she presses a finger to her lips.

“R—right. I’ll be out in a minute.” She calls, and she hopes that Jack doesn’t pick up on how breathy she sounds. 

At the sound of Jack’s retreating footsteps, Lena assesses her situation: there’s a muscled, well-endowed alpha currently inside her, who has stoked the fires of her arousal so thoroughly that Lena honestly hasn’t wanted to come this badly in weeks. She casts a quick look down at their joined bodies while she considers her options, and Lena knows exactly what they have to do in order for her to get her orgasm, get Kara out of this apartment, and get to work on time.

“Here’s the deal,” she says, as blue eyes blink down at her, “you have forty-five seconds to pull your shit together, okay?” 

Kara blinks, and then Lena watches as her eyes take on a determined glint. “I’m way ahead of you.” She whispers, rising from her elbows to her hands.

But Lena isn’t entirely convinced and, banking on Kara’s natural alpha competitiveness, looks her dead in the eyes and says, “Fine. Do it, then.”

Kara looks surprised for a split second, before her eyes narrow and her mouth sets into a determined line. “Fine.”

And just like that, a switch has been flipped, just like Lena hoped. Gone is the loving, sensual woman from before, and in her place is an imperious alpha who grips Lena’s headboard and changes her thrusts from slow to furious. Lena throws her head back and clenches her fingers into the bedspread, as Kara fucks her fast and with authority, rutting into her with the kind of strength that takes her breath away. 

To Lena, it’s unreal how good this feels. She’s not one to come from just penetration alone, but somehow Kara’s noises, her hips and her hands, are doing things to Lena that she didn’t think anyone would be able to do. She’d be impressed if her eyes weren’t rolling to the back of her head. It’s so good, it’s so good, that Lena’s thoughts white out completely, and she lets herself be a creature of want for a moment. She truly never imagined Kara like this, authoritative and solid, rolling their hips together in a rhythm that makes her wild, makes her want to scream.

Part of Lena is worried that this is going to be a prolonged affair; after all, time is of the essence here and she can’t afford to waste a single second. She soon realizes that’s not going to be a problem.

Kara shifts on top of her, and all of a sudden, her thrusts get slower but more intense. She pulls most of the way out before sliding back in harshly, filling Lena so thoroughly that it feels like Kara is literally pushing the breath from her lungs. Lena reacts with a whimper, and grabs Kara’s shoulders, tugging her down to press her forehead to hers as she ratchets higher and higher towards her orgasm. 

Distantly, Lena registers that Kara has started to growl and groan as she moves and, seeing as how she’s trying to keep things quiet, she covers Kara’s mouth with her hand.

However, in the heat of their coupling Lena loses herself and doesn’t register her mouth opening and letting out several moans that get louder the more Kara thrusts. She only notices what she’s doing until after Kara presses her mouth closed with her other hand.

Lena stares up at Kara’s hazy blue eyes, watching every reaction, until the alpha tenses and lets out a vulnerable cry against her fingers. She can feel her cock twitch inside her, knows that Kara is coming, and that, coupled with the feeling of the alpha’s teeth on her hand, catapults her to her own release, shivering and whimpering quietly behind Kara’s fingers.

They roll their hips together, eking out sparks of pleasure from the aftershocks until Lena relaxes back onto the bed with a huff. Kara hisses and collapses onto her elbows, breathing heavily.

For a second, it’s quiet. Just the two of them sighing and shaking together, until Kara lifts up. Lena catches her hazy blue gaze and freezes at the sight; Kara looks sated and far less tense than before, but she also has this wide-eyed wonder-filled look as she gazes down at her, like she’s seeing Lena for the first time. It sends a pang through her chest, and she squirms in Kara’s arms.

Kara takes the hint and gently slides out and off of Lena. Privately, Lena mourns the loss of Kara’s cock, but also knows that she left quite the impression on her and that she’s probably going to be sore for the rest of today and tomorrow.  

The cleanup after is awkward, but not uncomfortable. Kara disposes of the condom, puts her pants back on, and also manages to find her keys, wallet, and phone under Lena’s side table. Lena slides out of bed, and hurriedly throws on a work appropriate button down and the pair of slacks she had ready in her bathroom, where she also finds Kara’s sweater.

“I found it,” she says, and hands off the blue pullover to the alpha, who takes it with a relieved smile. Kara looks disheveled; her hair is in disarray, her skin flushed, and she has this silly, pleased look about her that makes Lena a little exasperated and a little fond at the same time. 

“So, uh—” Lena starts, not really knowing where to go from here. Kara is looking at her now, blue eyes trained on her face and she- well. It’s whatever. “That was just—that was nice.” Is what she settles on, and Kara blinks, and smiles at her crookedly.

“Yeah,” she agrees, “it was nice.” 

They look at each other a moment longer, Kara staring at her with her wide baby blues and Lena feels it again, that same tingle sparking at her spine and moving upward. She opens her mouth to say something, not exactly knowing what’s going to come out, when they’re interrupted again.

“Lena? Are you ready?” Kelly’s voice calls from down the hall, and Lena shakes her head to clear it. Kara and her— whatever happened between them happened. What’s done is done and that’s the end of it.

“I’m coming!” she calls back and turns back to the alpha, who’s still regarding her with that same curious expression. Lena clears her throat. “So, that was a one-time thing,” she states simply, letting that hang in the air while the alpha blinks uncomprehendingly for a moment.

Kara shakes her head, and then nods. “Yeah, ah—yep. Just the one time,” she says, and Lena takes that for the confirmation it is, even if she catches the flash of confusion swimming in Kara’s face. She really doesn’t have time to unpack any of that, much less talk about it, and knows that it’s best they keep this professional. Business-like. A one-time transaction, and she intends to keep it that way.


“So, what’s up with you?” Alex asks, as she finishes her lemonade. It’s a Sunday afternoon and Alex insisted on getting brunch, if only to check in on Kara and ask her about her liquor-soaked Friday night. 

“I—uh.” She swallows, and pauses to think. It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk about it, far from it, it’s just that she doesn’t know how. She actually had sex with Lena Luthor and it was— well, it was something, and she has yet to fully wrap her head around it. She’s been bizarrely wired ever since that fateful Saturday morning; so much so that the night before she cleaned the entirety of her and Alex’s shared flat, washed the car, and cooked them both dinner. Her sister was rightfully suspicious.

Alex raises a single eyebrow at her and Kara leans forward. “Okay so—I ended up at Lena’s apartment that night.”

“At Lena’s—you mean Kelly’s roommate?” Alex asks, even more intrigued.

“Yeah,” Kara says, and then ducks her head as she whispers. “Um—we had sex.”

Alex’s eyes widen and she slaps her hand down on the table. “What?!”

“Keep your voice down!” Kara hisses, looking around the patio seating in apprehension. 

Alex, however, is looking at Kara with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. “Wow. Well—good for you!”


“I mean, you were plastered, so I don’t know how you were even able to get it up—”

“No!” Kara yelps, “I mean, we didn’t—we did it the next morning! When I was sober.” She emphasizes and her sister purses her lips.

“Okay that’s good.” She says, and then narrows her eyes at her sister, her face shifting in realization. “Wait—that’s why you’ve been so weird?” 

Kara flushes, “I mean—sort of—yes? I guess?” She sputters, and then, “I mean, I just had a lot of energy yesterday.”

“Sure. That’s what it is.” Alex says, rolling her eyes. She finishes off the last bite of her eggs, and levels Kara with an appraising look. “You look like you wanna say more.”

Kara sighs, “I mean—I want to talk to her. Maybe—”

“Have sex again?” Alex finishes with a sly grin and waggle of her eyebrows and Kara smacks her as Alex laughs.

“No. I mean—well, yes, I do,” Kara admits, blushing even more, “but I don’t even know where to start. Like, what do I say?”

“Have you tried texting her at all?” Alex asks, waving down the waiter for the check. Kara purses her lips as Alex hands the woman her card, and then fixes Kara with a questioning stare. 

“I called her.” Kara says, and Alex motions for her to continue. “She didn’t pick up. All she said was ‘hey—can’t talk, about to do a checkup.’ And then didn’t say anything else.”

Alex hums, taps her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe she’s just not that into it?” At Kara’s stricken expression Alex hastens to elaborate, “I mean—if she wanted to see you again she’d reach out, right?”

Kara sighs, and leans her head on her fist. She’d really like to see Lena again; at the time, she thought Lena liked it, especially judging by the sounds she made, but she supposes that maybe she was wrong. Maybe Lena was just scratching an itch and decided to be cordial about it. Either that or she’s just avoiding rejecting her. 

If that’s the case, then Kara can take a hint.

She sighs, slumps back in her chair. “Well, I guess that’s it then.”

Alex very lovingly pats her on the shoulder. “Sorry, Kar.” She says, smiling in sympathy. “But at least the sex was good, right?”

Despite herself, Kara smiles. “Yeah. Yeah it was great.”


“Kara called me.” Lena finds herself blurting out in the middle of Jack and Kelly’s discussion about the head doctor’s soft-looking blonde hair. She blushes as both friends turn to her with matching looks of incredulity. They’re on their lunch break and have some time to kill before they have to report back to their offices, and Lena needs to get this out. She’s been thinking about Saturday morning ever since it happened, and she frankly can’t stop thinking about it. Part of her hoped that Kara would text her, but she hasn’t heard from the alpha since Sunday, and she feels—well. 

A little put out, so to speak.

“Okay,” Jack says at the same time that Kelly says, “So what did you say?”

Lena presses her lips together before she unlocks her phone and shows the two of them her messages app. They read it together, and then both of them stare up at her expectantly. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Jack blinks, while Kelly takes a bite of her salad. “That’s it? That’s all you said to her?”

“I mean—” Lena shifts in her seat, “I thought she’d at least text me, is all.”

Jack groans and Kelly sighs. “Lena,” she says, “you said you couldn’t talk. She might be waiting for you to make the next move.”

“Yup,” Jack affirms from her left, “you put the ball in your own court, love, now you have to pass it back.”

Lena fidgets again. “But—well, I—she could’ve texted me and I would’ve answered eventually.” She realizes she sounds petulant but she doesn’t really care. “I mean it’s—whatever. It’s fine, it doesn’t matter anyway.” 

Jack and Kelly share a knowing look, and then turn to her uncomfortably in sync. 

“Lena,” Kelly says gently, “if you want her to talk to you, you have to communicate—”

“Yes, exactly,” Jack chimes in, “you have to use your big brain and your big words to get hot, single alphas into your bed. That’s how this whole sex thing works.” 

Kelly rolls her eyes. “What I mean,” she emphasizes, “is that you have to make a move. I think Kara is trying to respect your time and let you set the pace.”

“Quite thoughtful of her.” Jack says, stroking his chin. “It’s very big dick energy of her, actually.”

Lena and Kelly slap him in the arm at the same time, and he yells in protest. 


Kara’s eating some chips outside one of the actors’ trailers when her phone starts ringing. She swallows before she picks up her phone, and then nearly drops it when she sees what name is on the caller ID.

“Lena!” She yelps loudly, and then cringes at the volume. Some of the film crew look at her suspiciously as they walk past and Kara forces herself to calm down. “Hi.”

“Hi Kara,” and oh jeez, the omega’s voice is still low and lovely. “How—how are you?”

“I’m good. Working,” she says, crossing her legs. 

“That’s—great. Very good,” she says, voice clipped.

Kara pauses, trying to get her bearings. When she imagined talking to Lena again, she didn’t expect it’d be this stilted. She’s not naïve, she knows sex can complicate things, but she didn’t think it’d make things this weird this fast. After the pause stretches to an uncomfortable silence, Lena blows out an exasperated breath.

“Look, I—” She starts, and Kara leans forward in an inexplicable urge to listen better. “I’m not good at this.”

“At what?” Kara says, “talking?”

“Yes, talking,” Lena sighs, “communicating. Relationship stuff. It’s just—” She pauses again, and Kara waits, her foot tapping against the cement. “I’m not looking for that right now.” Is how she finishes, and Kara’s taken aback because, that’s it? That’s why Lena sounds so stressed? 

Kara may be a bit of a romantic, but she certainly wasn’t expecting to just date Lena Luthor after one night (well, morning) of sex. That’s just absurd, and frankly, it’s not really like she has the presence of mind right now to date anyone any time soon.

“Lena, chill.” Kara laughs, and she can practically hear the omega suck in a breath over the line. “I’m not looking to date you either.” Her smile turns wry, if pained, as she says, “I mean, you’re not my aunt’s type so—” she trails off, and she hears Lena let out a surprised laugh on the other end. She likes that laugh, she wants to hear it again.

“Okay,” she says. “Thanks for understanding.” Kara notes that Lena sounds much more relaxed than before, and she counts that as a win. “Look, I should probably go—I have to make rounds.” Kara hears some shuffling on the other end and she can just imagine Lena in her office, writing up reports and looking at x-rays with that cool, professional air she has about her. “We’ll—we’ll catch up soon. We’re friends after all, right?”

Kara smiles. She doesn’t know why, but she does. “Yeah, friends.”

Lena hangs up not long after, and Kara upends the rest of the bag of chips into her mouth. She spends the rest of her afternoon running to and from set, grabbing coffees for grouchy actors and a strawberry salad for the even grouchier director. Surprisingly enough, they actually finish early for the day, and Kara heads out of the studio, and goes to meet Alex at Al’s.

When she arrives, the restaurant/bar is packed, and they’ve got a band in tonight. Kara arrives just as the lead singer starts crooning out the words "put my mind at ease. Pretty please." Alex waves her over to a table she’s already commandeered with Nia.

It’s right as she takes a seat that Nia slaps her arm excitedly. “Oh, my god, you slept with Lena.”

Kara turns and glares at Alex. Her older sister shrugs, and looks totally unrepentant as she takes a sip of her whiskey. 

“Did you tell everyone while I was at work?” Kara asks, reaching for the sprite that Nia very kindly got for her.

“I mean—not everyone,” she says. “Only the core family.” 

Kara’s mouth drops open. “Oh my god, did you tell Mom?!”

Alex grimaces. “Oh ew, Kara, no! As if I would talk to our mother about your sex life.”

“Well I don’t know, you kind of have a big mou—”

She cuts herself off as she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She fishes it out, and then her eyes widen at the screen.

“What is it?” Alex asks, taking a sip of her beer.

“It’s Lena,” Kara says, “she says, ‘where are you?’” Alex’s eyebrows go up and Kara starts typing out her reply, “I’m at Al’s—”

“What—Kara, no.” Alex says, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “It’s after ten PM, okay. C’mon, the ‘where are you?’ text is basically saying ‘hey, I wanna have sex with you right now.’”

“Yeah dude,” Nia says, “that’s like the code for wanting to sleep with someone.”

Kara sighs, “Okay, so—how do I respond.”

“You gotta come back strong,” Alex says, tapping her finger on the table. “Like— ‘Where am I? Why don’t you check your—’”

Okay,” Nia cuts her off. “Don’t write that.” 

“What? You didn’t even let me finish!”

“Write something like—smooth.” Nia says, “Like, ‘I can be wherever you need me to be, baby.’ Like that.”

Alex scrunches up her nose. “That’s so lame.”“It’s better than whatever it is you were trying to say.”

“I just told her I’m at Al’s,” Kara interrupts, dropping her phone back onto the table. Alex and Nia both sigh, and roll their eyes. There’s a pause, and then her phone chimes again. All three women surge forward to look at Lena’s answering text.

“’Your place in thirty?’” Nia reads, and then nods her head. “I guess that works then.”

Kara pockets her phone, the anticipation starting to roil in her stomach like butterflies. She stands, and throws out a “See you guys!” over her shoulder as she bolts. 

She hears Alex yell out, “Go get ‘em tiger!” as the door closes.


Lena flops onto the other side of the bed, sweaty and flushed and damn near almost purring at the pleasant buzz between her legs.

She knew that she had told Kara they would be friends, and she still wants that, but she also had a free night for the first time in forever, and as soon as she got home she realized she was almost twitching with energy. And frankly, she found that there was no better way to expend all that energy than with the alpha next to her, looking equally flushed and content.

“What was that thing you did?” Lena asks, tugging the bed sheet over her legs and torso, “with your fingers?”

Kara chuckles, her head lolling to the side to look at her. “I dunno what to call it but you seemed to like it.”

Lena’s clit twitches at the memory, and if she wasn’t as tired as she is she’d probably climb right back into Kara’s lap so that she could show her again. “I did.”

Kara huffs a laugh, and Lena chuckles, but she tenses when Kara rolls over and slings an arm around her waist. Something in her cringes at the strange intimacy of the touch and she taps Kara’s arm.

“We probably shouldn’t cuddle.”

“Oh.” Kara says, and then reluctantly retracts her arm and body, and some small part of Lena mourns the loss. “Sorry.”

Lena berates herself, and rolls out from under Kara’s (very comfortable) bed. She knows she’s just made this awkward again, and it’s probably best that she makes her exit. “I have to head out, actually.”

“Oh, already?” Kara asks. She pulls herself up so she’s leaned against her headboard, disheveled but looking no less attractive. It’s actually unreal how model-ready Kara always seems to look, and Lena has to distract herself by putting on her underwear, lest she jump her again. “Do you wanna grab a muffin or something?”

Lena sighs, pulls on her pants. “I can’t.” She doesn’t elaborate, and hopes that Kara will just let her make a hasty exit, but Kara doesn’t let her.

“You know,” she says, sitting up, “I don’t wanna make this weird for you—but I’d like to see you during the times we’re not having sex too.” Kara cocks her head to the side, blue eyes the color of the sky boring into her own. Lena fights to urge to squirm and looks away, a little unnerved by Kara’s earnestness. There’s an odd warmth starting in her belly, and it’s a little distracting as she tries to ignore the handsome woman before her.

“That’s—not really possible for me.” She says, pulling on her shirt next. “I work eighty hours a week, doing thirty-six hour shifts.” As she talks, she manages to get a handle on whatever weird fluttery feeling has started up in her abdomen, and tamps it down. Once she has her shirt on she feels confident enough to meet the alpha’s gaze head on. “What I need is someone who can be in my bed at two AM, who I don’t have to lie to, or eat breakfast with.”

“Oh, well, in that case,” Kara says, leaning back again, “I hate breakfast. And lying.” Her smile is small, but no less charming. “I also hate war.”

“That’s not true—you love breakfast.” Lena regards her for a moment, takes in Kara’s muscled arms, the flushed skin of her throat dotted with a number of hickies, her soft smile. Without thinking about it, Lena crosses back to the bed and looks down at Kara. She senses an opportunity, a way to get off after she gets off. 

“Do you want to do this?” She asks, her voice a little breathless. 

Kara blinks up at her. “Do what?”

“Use each other for sex,” Lena says bluntly. “You have ruts, I have heats, and we can take care of those for each other,” She says. “Plus, we can go at it at any time of the night.”

Kara raises her eyebrows, and regards Lena curiously. There’s a moment of silence where Kara seems to contemplate her words, her fingers tapping against the blankets. Eventually she nods, her smile growing a little sly.

“Okay,” she says, “let’s do it.”

“Okay.” Lena grins, and feels those stupid little butterflies flutter again at Kara’s answering smile.

Eventually, Kara pulls herself out of bed (Lena pretends she doesn’t sneak a peek at her glorious body), and puts on a robe and some boxers, and she dutifully walks Lena out of her flat to her car. The night air is a little crisp, but not too bad, and Lena thinks she might roll her windows down as she drives home.

“You know,” Kara starts as they stand next to the driver’s side door. “What if this doesn’t work?”

Lena looks at her. “What do you mean?”

Kara’s grin is mischievous. “What if you fall in love with me? What then?”

Lena blinks, and then laughs, loudly into the air. “Oh, really?” She turns around, leans her back up against her car. “Then we just do this until someone feels something more, and then we stop.”

“Ah.” Kara hums, and then winds her finger into one of Lena’s belt loops and tugs her forward. 

Lena falls into Kara’s chest with an ‘oof’ and looks up to catch the cocky smirk curling the sides of Kara’s mouth. “Well, it won’t be me.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “It won’t be me, either.”

Kara’s answering grin lights up her whole face, and she leans down and plants a kiss on Lena’s lips. She nips a little at her lower lip as she pulls back, stepping away from her; Lena has to blink several times to clear the fog that descended over her senses and remember that she’s about to leave and inexpertly tries to open her car door. 

It’s as she’s fumbling into the driver’s seat that Kara, while walking backwards to her flat, says, “Good luck with that.” 


They develop a routine.

It always starts with a text, followed by a time and place, and then race to get there and before long, they’re in each other’s arms. For convenience sake, they usually end up at Kara’s flat, but there was more than one occasion where they don’t even get that far. They’ve snuck into the hospital storage closets, 24-hour diner bathrooms, and hell, even in Kara’s car after she’s pulled them over into a well-hidden parking lot.

This was probably the most surprising thing about the whole arrangement to Lena. The sex is good, one might even call it fantastic, but more than that she always inexplicably had Kara on her mind. It was shocking, how easily they riled each other up. How Lena always managed to push Kara’s buttons and Kara pushed right back. It was the kind of give and take that she had always been told about, but never actually experienced in real life. Kara is never arrogant about listening to Lena’s wants and needs, and makes it a point to ensure she’s comfortable. It’s refreshing.

That and, frankly, her arrangement with Kara is doing wonders for Lena’s hormone cycle. The heat that comes on at the end of the month once she and Kara start sleeping together is as mild as they come. In fact, all she has to do is down a phero-blocker and go about her day with no cramps or debilitating arousal. She’s more relaxed these days, so much so that she’s not even bothered when Kelly and Jack give her knowing and curious looks as she exits the apartment. 

Still, there’s a part of her that worries about Kara getting attached, that this will inevitably end in heartbreak. 

“I think,” she starts, and then her words trail off into a high-pitched sigh as Kara rocks up into her again. “I think we should—oh god—talk about rules,” she says, trying to string her words together into a coherent sentence, a monumental task considering the alpha below her is bent on distracting her as thoroughly as possible.

Kara hums, clearly only half listening as her eyes roam over Lena’s chest. “Mhm, yep. Rules.” Kara reaches up, thumbs a nipple, and Lena groans at the touch. 

Kara.” Lena groans, rocking her hips and instinctively seeking out more friction as Kara’s cock twitches inside her.

“What?” There’s a coy smile on Kara’s face as she pinches the pink bud between her pointer finger and thumb. “Go on. I’m not stopping you.”

Kara grips her waist with the other hand, stopping her from grinding and Lena groans, half in pleasure and half in frustration. She’d come over tonight to help Kara through her rut and in all her years she’s never been with an alpha who’s so controlled yet cocky during her cycle. Kara’s always confident in the bedroom, but right now she’s smug, almost arrogant, and it’s turning her on more than anything has

Lena leans over, presses her own hands against Kara’s breasts. “You’re being difficult,” she hisses. 

Kara grins, teeth white against her pretty pink lips. “Nuh-uh,” she hums, emphasizing her words with a sharp thrust up that leaves Lena gasping. “I’m being a perfect angel.”

“No—” Kara thrusts up again, and Lena slaps her hands down on either side of Kara’s head lest she totally collapse from the pressure. Her knot has started to grow and Kara isn’t, unlike many, trying to angle it inside. Rather, she’s teasing Lena; grinding her hips up into her cunt before sinking back down, refusing to slip it inside. It’s annoying, it’s maddening, and it’s so fucking hot Lena can feel all her neural faculties shut down one brain cell at a time. “Kara.

“Tell you what,” Kara’s voice has a growl-like quality to it, a product of her rut, and it does something funny to Lena’s insides. “We can talk rules after I fuck you, deal?”

Lena keens, and opts to respond with a heated kiss. Kara smiles against her lips, grips Lena’s hips more firmly, and begins to fuck her earnestly from below.

Lena’s hand shoots out and grabs for the headboard and she holds on for dear life as Kara sets a punishing pace. Her hips are moving so fast below her, and Lena can feel the tip of her cock slide against her front wall with every upward thrust, making heat spark in her lower body.  

Kara is a panting beauty underneath her, the blue of her eyes nearly overtaken by pupil, and she’s smiling. She’s grinning so wide as she fucks Lena into near incoherency, and the juxtaposition is enough to make Lena jerk and moan in her grasp. The hardness of her shaft, Kara’s fingers digging into her hips, and then the added feeling of Kara adding a swirling motion to her thrusts that grinds her growing knot against Lena’s clit. 

It only takes one, two, three more thrusts before Lena screams out her release, her climax flowing up her body from her toes to the top of her head. She doesn’t even have time to register she’s come before Kara’s moans get louder, and suddenly the knot is pushing against the lips of her labia. Lena rubs her hips back and forth to ride out the aftershocks and Kara, with one final thrust, sinks the knot inside with a wet pop. 

Lena shivers one final time, letting herself finally drop her full weight onto Kara while her body pulses with pleasure. She feels warm, and she’s practically purring with satisfaction by the time her orgasm stops racing up and down her spine. A languidness spreads over her then, and it grows stronger when Kara reaches up to gently scratch her back in long passes. 

Eventually Kara carefully tips them onto their sides, making the joining easier on Lena, and continues to scratch her back. It’s after about ten minutes of blissful quiet and warmth that Lena’s awareness comes back, and she remembers herself.

She leans back from the alpha before her, and ignores Kara’s satisfied and dopey grin. “What I was trying to say earlier,” she says, “is that we should keep this simple.”

Kara hums, doesn’t stop scratching her back, and Lena privately refuses to admit it feels really nice. “Mhm. Simple.”

Lena pokes Kara in the ribs and she jerks, cracks an eye open. “We should establish ground rules.”

Kara sighs, “How are you thinking so hard right now?” She gripes, “I clearly didn’t do a good enough job.”

Lena rolls her eyes but blushes all the same. “You did wonderfully. Focus.” She tilts Kara’s chin toward her. “I think setting some boundaries would be helpful.”

Kara sighs and props her head onto her left hand. Lena realizes the inherent silliness of having a conversation about boundaries while they’re as tangled as they are but she has to do this now.

“Okay, I’m listening.” She hums.

“For starters? No lying,” she says. “We have to be honest with each other if we want this to work. So, we have to be clear if we’ve seen other people and been tested. That sort of thing.”

Kara nods. “Okay.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “No jealousy. I know how you alphas get.”


“I’m just covering all the bases,” he states evenly. “And no staring deeply into each other’s eyes.” 

Kara blinks, then raises a questioning eyebrow. “Why do you think we’d stare deeply into each other’s eyes?”

“I’m just saying don’t do anything romantic!” Lena hisses, and Kara snorts. “And no doing anything cheesy either, like listing me as your emergency contact, because I won’t come.”

Kara grins, “I feel like there’s a story there.”

Lena glares at her. “There isn’t.”

“Oh, I think there is.” She simpers, tugging Lena closer by the waist. Kara’s knot is shrinking but it’s still inside her, and the slight jostling has Lena sucking in a harsh breath. When she looks up Kara’s eyes are sparkling with mirth. “Isn’t making sure I’m alright part of your Hippocratic oath?”

Lena scoffs, “You’re not my patient.” She hooks a hand around the back of Kara’s neck, and pulls her closer. “I’d totally let you die.”

“Oh yeah?” Kara is still smiling, and Lena is distracted enough by the sight that she’s caught totally by surprise when Kara wraps a hand around her thigh and rolls her hips. The knot prevents a lot of back and forth movement but it adds a lot of friction, and Lena groans when she feels Kara’s cock rock against her. 

“Y—yes.” She gasps out as Kara nuzzles into the side of her head. “I totally—I’d—”

“You—?” Kara teases, thrusting slowly. “Use your words, Lena.”

Lena gasps, digs her fingers into Kara’s biceps. “I—” Kara grinds her hips forward again, and Lena bites her lips to keep from whimpering. “I would—oh, fuck it.” She leans in and presses her lips against Kara’s, nipping at her lips and licking into her mouth. 

Kara’s grin is wide and smug when she pulls away. “‘Fuck it?’ Or do you mean ‘fuck you?’”

Lena groans, “That was terrible. You should feel terrible.” She tugs on Kara’s shoulders and the alpha gets the hint, and rolls them over so she’s on her back. “I don’t know why I have sex with you.”

Kara just grins and grins, and soon enough makes her forget just what exactly she was saying in the first place.