Science Doesn't Explain

Eleven: Purity

Lena knocked on the door to Kara's office gently, poking her head into the room. Kara was sifting through a mess of papers, stopping every few seconds to type a sentence into her computer. Her blonde hair was out of its usual ponytail, falling into the reporter's face as she worked. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, and she chewed on her lower lip, lost in her work.

"Workaholic. I thought you could smell potstickers from miles away." Lena teased, slipping into the room with a laugh.

"Oh, hi." Kara sighed, finally noticing her girlfriend standing in the doorway. Lena chuckled, placing a white plastic bag on a clean section of the desk.

"There she is." The brunette chimed, setting her purse on an empty chair. Kara attempted to organize her papers quickly, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, but ending up freezing it solid.

"Great." She muttered, burying her head in her hands with a sigh.

"Snapper working you too hard? I can fire him. He is kind of a dick." Lena teased, unpacking their lunch. A lot of potstickers, chow mein, and some orange chicken for Kara, and a salad for herself.

"Don't joke like that. I might hold you to it." Kara grumbled. Lena rolled her eyes teasingly, leaning over the desk to kiss Kara's forehead.

"I sent Eve for your food, so you'd better eat it." Lena insisted, raising her eyebrows at her girlfriend.

"Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear." Kara sighed sarcastically, leaning forward to peck Lena's lips.

"What're you going to do about the frozen hair?" Lena asked, beginning to stab at her salad with a fork. Kara sighed, glancing at the strand of hair frozen in front of her eyes. She shot a quick ray of laser vision, then tucked it behind her ear.

"That. Anyways, I have something to ask you." Kara sighed, opening up her container of potstickers with a smile on her lips.

"Ask away," Lena replied, attempting to string together a sentence.

"Eliza's in town for the week, and since she's here, we're having dinner at some Italian place, and I was wondering..." Kara trailed off, glancing at Lena to see if the brunette was following.

"You want me to meet your mother after we've been dating for two days." Lena sighed, shutting her eyes briefly as she collected herself. "Kara, dear, I love spending time with you, I do, but parents don't like me. Superman's aunt will not like me. I don't think so."

"Lee, she's already met you, and she was gushing about you for months afterward. I think she has a bigger crush on you than I do." Kara teased, reaching over to place her hand on top of Lena's.

"But then we were friends! Now we're girlfriends. I know it's pretty much the same to us, but to her, it's a game changer. Moms do not like me." Lena insisted.

"Get over here. I cannot have this conversation without more physical contact than hand-holding." Kara announced, standing and moving to the small couch that was shoved into the corner of her tiny little office. Lena rose and walked to the sofa, her posture rigid and her legs crossed.

"Kara, I can't ruin this with you, not this fast." Lena murmured, fixing her gaze on her girlfriend's grey-blue eyes.  That sent Kara straight forward, pressing her lips to Lena's gently. A hand ran through dark hair, and another rested on a pale cheek, while Lena's arms remained glued to her sides.

"No matter what anyone says, you will never, ever lose me, do you understand?" Kara looked straight into Lena's eyes. "Never."

The amount of raw emotion between the pair was overwhelming, Lena's unexplainable fear and anxiety, but her love for Kara, for the beautiful woman in front of her was shocking and warm at the same time. She loved Kara so much it almost hurt, but then their hands touched or their arms bumped into each other's, and the only thing that mattered was them.

Kara's fears and doubts were long gone, distant memories as they were replaced with pure love and infatuation for Lena, who, even when she cried, like now, was the most beautiful human being on earth in Kara's opinion.

And that was all that mattered.