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It was finally time for Kara’s date with Lena, and, quite frankly, she was a ball of nerves. They hadn’t had enough time for a proper date, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have time for a few extracurricular activities. It had been a few weeks since Lena had finally agreed to go out with her, and Kara had been making plans ever since. She must have changed her mind at least ten times.
"So what did you finally decide on in the end?" Alex asked. She’d been helping Kara pick an outfit, which turned into merciless teasing about two minutes in.
"Well. I’m going to take her to that cute little Italian place we found last month."
"Pasta la Vista? Nice."
"And then to the drive-in movie theatre," Kara mumbled, preoccupied with choosing between the blue shirt and the grey one.
"The drive-in? Kara, it’s almost December! Are you trying to kill her?" Kara’s head shot up in pure panic.
"Oh, my God! I didn’t think of that! I mean, I prepared for it to be cold. I have blankets and pillows in the car." She was panicking heavily now. "Oh god, I have everything ready. It’s too late to change it now. Oh my god, she’s Lena Luthor, and I’m taking her to a fucking drive-in movie theatre in December." Alex hadn’t intended for this to happen. She backtracked quickly.
"Woah woah woah, calm down, Kara. I was only joking. She’s gonna love it!" Alex had hold of Kara’s shoulders, squeezing softly in reassurance. "Take some extra cushions and blankets, just to be on the safe side. Oh, and make some hot cocoa. Yours is the best. Everything will be fine. If you relax a bit, you might actually get laid," Alex teased. Kara took a deep breath.
"You really think she’ll like it?" Kara was still a little shaken.
"Of course," Alex smiled reassuringly, "and always go with the blue Kara."
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Lena was looking forward to her date with Kara, but she was still nervous. She had been used so much in the past that it left her wary, and she had serious trust issues. Honestly, it was exhausting. Her previous partners were only with her for sex, money, or a foot in the door at Luthor-Corp, and she couldn’t help the niggling feeling in her brain that Kara was the same. Lena did seem to have a type after all.
There was a knock on the door at precisely 7:30. Of course she was on time. Lena looked down, still wrapped in a towel. It’s like she had a sixth fucking sense for knowing when Lena was naked. She got dressed quickly in case Sam scared her off.
Sam opened the door to a very nervous-looking Kara, holding a bouquet of flowers.
She gasped. "Are those for me, hot stuff? You shouldn’t have," Sam teased, batting her eyelashes.
"H-hey Sam," she said with a small wave. God, why was she so awkward?
"Oh, that’s right. It was a tall, blonde, and handsome basketball player." She slapped her palm against her head. "I’m always getting football and basketball mixed up." Kara laughed.
"That was very clever" she chuckled "and how are you Sam? You were excellent during the game against Star City by the way" Kara complimented.
"Oh, you are a charmer," Sam said. "But I do have to warn you," she said sternly, holding eye contact with the blonde the whole time. "I come from a very powerful family, and if you dare hurt my best friend, I can have you disappear without a trace. Got it?" Sam added a sweet smile. Kara gulped and opened her mouth to say something.
"Oh, shut it, Sam. Your mom works as a tour guide, and your dad is a mailman. The worst they could do is leave her at the top of the Statue of Liberty or shred her letters," Lena interrupted. Sam pouted and turned to Lena.
"You couldn’t indulge me for just a minute, Lena?" she whined.
"You’ve done quite enough, Sam. Leave her alone," Lena said. "Are you ready to go, Kara?" The blonde missed the entire exchange because she was staring slack-jawed.
"I think you broke her," Sam whispered. "Hey, hot stuff? You’re drooling."
"Wow," was all she could say. Lena was wearing skin-tight black jeans, a very low-cut red top, and a black leather jacket. She paired the outfit with black heeled boots and fire engine red lipstick.
Sam nudged Kara. "Give her the flowers, dummy," she hissed. Kara shook herself out of her trance and handed Lena the flowers.
"Pretty flowers for a pretty girl. You look beautiful, Lena." Kara recovered smoothly.
"Thank you, darling. They’re lovely. You look very handsome." She pecked Kara on the cheek. Kara was wearing black skinny jeans, a navy blue button-up, and a black jacket. Kara puffed her chest out with pride.
"So, shall we go?" Kara asked, Lena handed Sam the flowers so she could put them in water, and nodded.
"I want her back by 11, Danvers." Kara gave her a salute of understanding. "Use protection!" Sam shouted.
Lena gave her the finger as they left.
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Kara opened the door for Lena and helped her out of the car, guiding her into the restaurant with a hand on the small of her back in a comforting gesture.
"Kara!" the waiter greeted.
"Luca, how are you?" Kara replied warmly, shaking his hand.
"I’m very good, thank you. I hope you are well." Kara nodded and smiled. "And who is your lovely friend?" he asked.
"Ah, now this is Lena." The ravenette smiled and shook his hand. "Between you and me, Luca, I’m trying to impress her." Kara nudged him.
"Ahh, you’ll be needing the best service we have to offer. Luckily, you have me." He winked.
Luca led them to a small table away from the rest of the customers. Kara pulled out Lena’s chair and gave her a peck on the cheek when she was seated. Lena gave her a warm smile, blushing lightly.
"So, what do you recommend?" Lena asked.
"Everything, but if you like classics, then the lasagna or carbonara are both incredible. Uhh, if you like seafood, then the linguini is very good. I’m sure the salads are great, but I don’t eat green things unless it's gummy bears or sour patch kids, but the pizza is some of the best in the city," Kara rambled.
"Well, pizza it is then," Lena giggled.
"Oh, thank god, I thought you were gonna get a salad." Kara let out a genuine sigh of relief.
With their food ordered, they began chatting about school, practice, and other things.
"So why soccer?" Kara asked. "It doesn’t seem like a game the prim and proper Lady of Luthor Manor would be allowed to indulge in," Kara teased.
"Well, it’s not," Lena laughed. "But my parents sent me to boarding school in Ireland when I was 11, and soccer is quite popular there. I really didn’t like hockey or netball, and I sucked at lacrosse," she chuckled. "Turns out, I was quite good at soccer, so I threatened to make things very difficult for the family’s public image if they didn’t let me continue." Kara laughed.
"That’s devious. I love it." Kara grinned.
"Well, sometimes my Luthor genes just shine through," she giggled. "So why basketball?"
"Ooh, boring story. My parents moved into a house with a basketball hoop above the garage. My dad spent hours teaching me how to shoot, and I was pretty much hooked from then on," she said.
"It’s a sweet story," Lena commented. Their food arrived, and soon after Kara launched them into a game of two truths, and one lie.
"Okay, I want six kids. I’m deathly afraid of spiders, and I have won a professional eating contest," Kara said.
"Right, well, I just watched you eat your pizza and half of mine." Kara grinned sheepishly. "So I don’t doubt that you’ve won an eating contest," Lena pondered silently. "It has to be the spider fear, right? I mean, arachnophobia is one of the most common fears in the world."
Kara made a noise similar to a game show buzzer. "I’m sorry, that’s incorrect. I’m fine with spiders." Kara shrugged.
"What? So you really want six kids?" Lena said it incredulously. Kara nodded her head.
"I want my own basketball team that I can train up to be the best in the league. I’ll call them Danvers Dreamers, and we’ll be unstoppable," she explained.
"Why six? You can only have five on the court at one time," Lena said.
"Always gotta have subs or backups in case of injury," her eyes narrowed in thought. "Better up it to seven or eight, actually." Lena’s eyes widened.
"I can’t tell if you’re joking or not," she said.
"Deadly serious," Kara said, taking a sip of her drink.
"But surely to have a full team, you’d have to have, like, fifteen players," Lena said.
"Well, yeah, but training up 15 kids? Half of them would be too young to play with the older kids, and vice versa. I’ll just draft the rest of the team. At least then, I’ll have 7 or 8 players with my exceptional basketball skills," Kara said playfully.
Lena was stunned. "Well," she paused, "at least you have it all planned out. I still pity your poor future wife, having to deal with all that," she laughed, and Kara laughed along with her.
"Your turn." Kara smiled.
"Hmm, well, I’m actually Irish, my favourite colour is red, and I am petrified of zombies," Lena stated.
"I knew you had an accent! I just couldn’t place it." Lena smiled. "The lie definitely has to be zombies, right?"
"Why do you say that?" Lena inquired.
"Well, I reckon you’re too smart to be afraid of something that doesn’t exist." Lena smiled and shook her head softly. "No? Zombies, really?" Kara asked.
"I’m afraid so. I know it's completely irrational, but my brother once made me watch Return of the Living Dead when I was 7. It gave me nightmares for weeks, and then once I finally got over it, I saw the trailer for Dawn of the Dead, and that’s when it spiralled out of control," she explained.
"Oh Lena," Kara tried to contain her laughter, "I’m sorry, I promise to protect you if there is ever a-"
"Don’t even say it. You’ll set me off," Lena pleaded. Kara promised she wouldn’t mention it again. They paid the bill, leaving a generous tip for Luca, and Kara led her out.
"How did you find this place?" Lena asked once they were leaving.
"Oh, my sister and I have this silly little competition where we look for restaurants or shops with a pun in their name. We found this place last month," Kara explained.
"You found this place last month, and you’ve already tried half the menu?"
"What? You know how good it is," Kara defended.
"Fair enough, what other puns have you found?"
"Well, we found an Indian place in Gotham called ‘Poppadom Preach’," Lena laughed. "There’s a very good kebab food truck downtown called 'Abra-kebab-bra'. Oh, and there’s a chicken shop in Metropolis called-"
"Lord of the Wings!" Lena exclaimed.
Kara’s eyes lit up. "Yeah! Have you been?" she asked.
"Of course they do the best hot wings in the city." Kara opened the truck door for Lena and helped her up.
"Well, I’ll make sure to get some the next time I’m there," she replied, arms around Lena’s slim waist, "so I was thinking we could go see a movie, but it is the drive-in theatre. Is that okay?" she asked softly.
"Of course, darling. I’m having a really good time," Lena said shyly. Kara linked their fingers and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"Let’s go then." Kara ran around to the driver’s side and started the engine. They drove for around 20 minutes until Kara pulled into the space, the bed of the truck facing the screen. "Wait here for a minute." Kara grinned. She jumped out of the truck and walked around to the back, letting the tailgate down and climbing inside. She hurried, making a bed out of pillows and blankets. She positioned the snacks and large thermos of cocoa within reach of the makeshift bed. She stepped back, proud of her work, and went to get Lena.
"What have you been up to?" Lena chuckled.
"It’s a surprise." Kara smiled. She helped Lena out of the cab and grabbed her team sweatshirt from the back of the truck. "Put this on, it’s gonna get cold." Lena did as she was told, swapping her stiff, leather jacket for the warm, soft fabric of the hoodie, and the blonde led her around.
"Oh Kara, this is amazing!" Lena gasped, and the blonde smiled shyly, saying, "no one's ever made this much of an effort for me," Lena breathed. Kara gripped her hips and lifted her to sit in the back of the truck. She grinned, her arms still wrapped around Lena’s waist.
"Well, you deserve it." Lena pressed their foreheads together. Kara leaned up to press their lips together, but Lena pulled away.
"Sorry, darling, I don’t kiss on the first date." Lena smiled and took her shoes off, climbing further into the back of the truck. Kara pouted and jumped in after her, grabbing Lena by the waist and pulling her into her chest playfully.
"Have I told you how funny you are?" Kara chuckled. Lena turned around and gave her a stern look.
"I’m serious, Kara. I don’t put out on the first date," Lena said, getting comfortable on the makeshift bed.
"Lena, we had sex under the bleachers two days ago," Kara said.
"That was then. We were just hooking up then. You wanted to date me, Kara, and those are the rules," Lena explained. She was testing Kara, letting her know that she wasn’t just in it for the sex and giving her a way out. But Kara was Kara, and she was amazing; she gave Lena a reassuring smile, joining her on the cushions.
"Okay, baby, I get it now. You want me to earn your affection." Kara linked their fingers together again. "Well, you’re in for the best wooing of your life, Luthor." Kara kissed her hand, and Lena blushed. The thing was, Kara never really went on dates. She’d never even been in a relationship before, and it wasn’t just any old girl she was going on a date with. It was Lena, the girl she’d silently crushed on since freshman year. She knew how to talk to women, she knew how to flirt with women, and she definitely knew how to please women. What she didn’t know how to do was the whole romance thing. But for this girl, Kara figured she’d end up doing just about anything.
"So the movie doesn’t start for a while, but I’ve got plenty of snacks." Lena was looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and of course, Kara wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. She just accepted it, as if they hadn’t already slept together multiple times. She was respectful, kind, and patient. Lena kind of wished she hadn’t put the kissing ban in place now, but she couldn’t go back on her word, not when she’d made such a big deal out of it. Kara was giving her a concerned look. Oh God, what the fuck did she say?
"Sorry, darling, I didn’t catch that," Lena recovered.
"I asked if you wanted some of my world-famous hot cocoa," she grinned.
"Well, if it’s ‘world famous,' how could I say no?" Kara beamed and set to work. She poured the cocoa into two mugs and topped it with a swirl of whipped cream. She opened a bag of marshmallows and arranged them into the shape of a heart, her tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrated. She presented it to Lena proudly, and the ravenette giggled. "You’re really pulling out all the stops." She kissed her on the cheek. "This is adorable. Thank you, darling."
Kara couldn’t give a shit whether she was allowed to kiss Lena ever again as long as she kept smiling at her like that. Lena took a small sip and moaned. Okay, maybe she cared a little bit about kissing her again. "Oh my God, Kara. This is incredible!"
They settled back, Lena tucked into Kara’s chest, sipping cocoa and watching the film. It was perfect. Kara stroked Lena’s hair and occasionally pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Despite it almost being December, Lena was toasty under the heavy blankets. Plus, Kara was like her own personal space heater.
Kara spent most of the film looking at the girl lying in her arms. She couldn’t quite understand how Lena had such a hold on her, but ever since she’d locked eyes with Lena that first day at freshman orientation, she had been infatuated with her, not that she ever said anything. Kara kept her safely at arm's length, never even bothering to introduce herself. If she believed in such things, she would have said it was love at first sight, but she didn’t.
Lena carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, but she did it with elegance, grace, and her head held high. She’d never cracked under pressure. It was as if she was made of marble. However, when she was around Kara, she was a whole different person. She didn’t have to be the soccer star, the genius, or the Luthor heir. She could just be Lena: goofy, dorky, soft, almost small but still surrounded by that air of vulnerability, her eyes almost begging Kara not to let her down.
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The film ended well over an hour ago, but Kara and Lena didn’t really want to go home, so Kara drove them out to an empty field, and they climbed into the back again. Kara was laid back, her head rested against a pillow, and Lena’s head rested in her lap.
"Dogs or cats?" Lena asked,
"Dogs. Cats are cool too, though," Kara replied, half a twizzler hanging out of her mouth. "Ice cream or snow cones?" Lena scrunched up her face in that adorable way.
"Ice cream, no contest," Lena said.
"What do you have against snow cones?" Kara giggled.
"Well, once you get past the layer with the syrup, it’s just ice in a cone," she complained.
"So keep adding syrup," Kara argued playfully.
"Too much effort. Just get a slushie instead," Lena reasoned. Kara laughed. "Star Wars or Star Trek?" Kara hesitated for a second, and Lena lifted her head.
"Easy, Star Wars," Kara said.
"Oh, thank God, I thought I was gonna have to re-educate you." Lena let out a sigh of relief.
"Pizza or potstickers?" Lena looked confused. "I’ll give you a hint. It’s both of them." Kara smiled.
"What are potstickers?" Lena asked. Kara sat bolt upright and jostled Lena, who let out a whine of protest.
"You’ve never had potstickers?" Lena shook her head. "Well, we have to fix that right this second," Kara exclaimed. Lena pushed her back down and moved up to rest her head on Kara’s chest.
"You ate your body weight in pizza, and you’ve almost finished an entire family pack of twizzlers. How do you have room for potstickers?" she mumbles.
"There’s always room for potstickers," Kara chirped. Kara moved to find her phone.
"Stop moving, mm comfy," Lena mumbled.
"Football or basketball?" Kara asked, eyeing her suspiciously,
"Soccer," she murmured, her eyes on the verge of closing.
"That’s not the game, Lena," Kara whined. "It’s basketball, isn’t it?"
"Mmm, no football is better. More exciting," Lena said, eyes closed now.
"Right, you know what-" Kara grumbled, tickling up and down Lena’s side. She yelped, eyes wide open now.
"Kara! Stop!" Lena tried to wriggle away from her, but Kara was fast. She pulled Lena back, wrapped her arms around her waist, and continued running her hands up and down her side. Lena was laughing and trying to push her arms away.
"Say basketball is better."
"Okay, okay, basketball is better than football," Lena gasped out, and Kara immediately stopped.
"See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?" she whispered. She was practically laid on top of her now. She glanced down at Lena’s lips. She’d normally lean down and kiss her, but she wanted to prove herself, so she sat back up.
"Lena, it’s almost 1am. I need to get you home," Kara murmured. Lena sighed and sat up. She locked eyes with Kara, who leaned in and kissed her forehead tenderly. They made their way to the cab, and Kara drove them home. They continued their game, and Lena was outraged when Kara picked pancakes over waffles.
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The blonde walked Lena to her door and gave her a tight hug. Lena gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek and promised to text her in the morning.
"Lena Kieran Luthor, where the hell have you been?! I’ve been worried sick. You don’t call, you don’t text. I said be home by 11!" Sam yelled,
Lena groaned. "Why are you still up?"
"I just told you, I was worried about you." Lena raised her eyebrow.
"Okay, I wanted to hear the dirty details," Sam grinned. "It must have been good for you to have been out this late," Sam smirked.
"It was amazing, but we didn’t have sex." Sam looked at her doubtfully. "I swear, we didn’t even kiss," Lena said.
"You had sex an hour after meeting her," Sam deadpans.
"Yeah, but I don’t put out on the first date, Sam," she explained.
"Ahhh, you’re making her work for it, crafty Luthor," Lena laughed. They sat up for another hour. Lena told Sam all about their date, and Sam said they were disgustingly cute. They finally decided to turn in, and Sam called to her just before Lena shut her door.
"Seriously, though, Lena. Next time you’re out late, let me know. If you weren’t with puppy dog Danvers tonight, I’d have every cop in town out looking for you by now," Sam said genuinely. Lena smiled gratefully and promised she would, thankful that she at least had Sam in her life.