Kara has sex dreams and then just awkwardly fumbles through interactions with Lena.
Kara she-
Well Kara had...
Kara had a dream.
Actually, in truth, Kara had dreams.
Kara had sex dreams. About Lena. Kara Danvers had extremely vivid sex dreams about Lena Luthor and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It comes in snippets, and flashes, and visions and then it slams into her all at once, so fast she can barely breathe through the palpitations in her chest. Then it lingers. It’s there when she blinks, and when she sleeps, and every time she turns and finds Lena by her side (which seems to be increasing with every passing day).
It was slowly driving her insane. Sometimes when she was flying she would think about it and then her body would forget to fly. Or, she was in the middle of a fight, and some sound or motion made her think about Lena like that, and suddenly she was being punched in the face by an incredibly angry and strong alien. Then there were the times when she was having a normal sister night and everything seemed safe, and normal, and great, and then she was back to imagining a breathless Lena in her bed, or on her kitchen counter, or one of the various other creative places her brain had conjured up.
(Apparently unconscious her was far less of a prude than conscious her).
So, about a week ago, Kara had started having sex dreams about Lena and now she was sitting in front of Lena, attempting to interview her, but ultimately getting too distracted by the way she bites her lip to pay any real attention. They should have sat at the desk. The desk would have been safer. Sitting at the sofa was asking for trouble, sitting at the sofa was asking for her brain to go to places she was attempting to avoid (although, honestly, with the rate that dream was going, the desk actually might not have been great either).
She couldn’t concentrate. She couldn’t think. All she could do was stare at Lena and attempt to block out every thought that was plaguing her mind. But apparently that wasn’t the best plan either. Apparently it was, in fact, a huge problem. An extremely huge problem because Lena was not talking, and was noticing, and she was going to work this out. Lena was smart. Lena was PhD level smart. She figured out the Supergirl thing about two seconds into meeting Kara, there was no way she wasn’t going to clock onto... this.
“Is everything alright, Kara?” Lena reaches out gently and Kara tries not to flinch, she really does. It’s just that she’s trying so very hard to make her brain stay respectful, and there is absolutely no way on earth she’s going to be able to achieve that if Lena’s hands are anywhere near her body. Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena flinches in return. She’s acutely aware of the shadows that pass over Lena’s eyes as she curls in on herself almost imperceptibly. “Sorry I didn’t mean to-”
“No! No. You’re fine. I just-“
“I get it, Kara. Human contact makes me a little jumpy sometimes too.” Kara briefly wonders what it would be like, to actively avoid human contact. She hadn’t picked up on it with Lena at first being that their contact had generally been quite limited. Lena had no problems with handshakes. She was firm and precise but unaffected.
But Kara remembers the first time she had placed her hand on Lena’s arm in what she intended to be comfort. She remembers the way she flinched. She remembers the way Lena’s arm tensed beneath her touch. She remembers the shaky breath Lena released before she willed her body to relax. She mostly remembers the genuine glee in Lena’s eyes when she made it through.
Lena watches Kara carefully for a moment longer before she overcomes her indecision and hovers her hand in the space between their bodies. Kara stares at it silently for a moment. Lena makes no move to edge closer until she speaks again.
