Broken Hearts (SuperCorp)

Bridal Shower

I could feel Lena's long slender fingers tracing circles on my back. I smile before I even open my eyes. I turn to face her and her eyes shine like emeralds.

"Good morning beautiful." Lena whispers

"Mornin'" I sleepily respond.

"Do you want some breakfast?" My grin spreads wider at the question.

"You know me so well."

Lena kisses my cheek and rolls away. She reaches for her robe on the bedpost on her side and stands to put it on. My eyes wander her body without my permission. I gasp and leap out of bed and stand in front of her. My fingers flutter over her still exposed skin.

"Oh Rao, Lena! You're covered in bruises!" I exclaim.  Small bruises pepper her body from my fingers the night before. We didn't use the solar emitting ring to dampen my powers and now Lena's skin was covered in dark purple splotches wherever I gripped. She looks down at herself and grins, then she ties her robe shut around her waist.

"Relax Kara, bruises heal quite easily. Just looks like I'll have to wear pants to work for a couple of days." Lena rests her hand on my cheek. "Kara, don't worry so much. If you were hurting me I would have stopped you, okay?" I nod in response, but I can still feel that stupid crinkle of worry between my eyes. She leans in to whisper in my ear,

"Now crawl into bed so I can bring you breakfast." At the mention of food, my worry fades slightly and I crawl back under the sheets of the bed.

Lena pads softly to the kitchen and I hear cupboards opening and closing. I settle back into the pillows and doze lightly as I wait for her to return. Wonderful smells of bacon cooking and eggs frying fill the air and waft through the room. I feel a weight settle over me and open my eyes to a near-naked Lena placing a folding tray of food over my lap. I lift myself up to sit higher against the headboard. Lena climbs into bed next to me with her own food. I crinkle my nose at the sight of her plate. Egg whites, tomatoes, kale, and something that looked like meat but didn't smell like it. She sees my reaction and laughs.

"Not all of us have your metabolism, now just be glad I don't make you eat it also."

I look at my own plate laden with bacon, hash browns, eggs, and pancakes. I moan slightly and dig in. Lena laughs at the sound I make. She picks up a remote on the bedside table and clicks a button. A panel slides to the side of the wall opposite us and large flat-screen slides forward. I give her a sideways glance as she turns on the news. She catches my eye.

"I don't like having a television in my room all the time. But I do occasionally enjoy a lazy morning in bed."

"Occasionally?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, maybe once a year when I am too sick to stand. Small difference." I laugh and a comfortable silence falls between us as we eat and watch the news.

When I am done I set both our trays on the floor and settle my head onto Lena's shoulder as she writes down stock prices and trends on a notebook that seemingly just appeared in her hand. We stay like that late into the morning. Lena switches channels occasionally and I zone out, running my fingers up and down her arm, memorizing how her muscles move as they hold on to the notebook and her pencil works across the page.

A small sound begins at the edge of my hearing, almost like an annoying ringing in my ears. Lena shakes my shoulder to get me to look at the television screen.

"Shouldn't you go?" She nods to the fire in an apartment building being broadcast live. I kiss her cheek and speed to get my uniform from the amazing compacting purse Winn made for me. Then I open the window and glance back to look at her one last time.