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FIRST KISS
7:15 pm, sober, arriving at the New Year’s Eve party
Lena smiles toward the people shouting greetings to her. She looks magnificent, hair in a bun, perfect makeup, lips spread in an overwhelmed smile. She’s obviously been rushing to get to the apartment in time. She finally turns to her left. She sees Kara rushing toward her and the smile widens. Her eyes become softer. Kara finishes the bite of cake and wraps her arms around Lena, carefully twisting her wrists so she won’t get sticky fingers on Lena’s gorgeous green turtleneck. Kara notices it brings out her eyes.
Lena presses a kiss to Kara’s cheek. It leaves behind a scarlet smudge. Lena says, oop, and brushes it away with quick, firm brushes of her thumb. Kara can only giggle in response and, when Lena turns away, she touches the spot with the backs of her fingers.
SECOND KISS
7:45 pm, one glass of wine, Charades
Lena feels ridiculous, absolutely out of her element, and somehow it doesn’t matter. She sticks both arms straight out in front of her, fingers curled toward each other, and makes a monster face as she makes the hands “bite” at each other. Kara, perched on the edge of the couch, shouts, “Bear! Shark! Crocodile! Alligator!”
Lena taps the tip of her nose and looks at the next clue, ignoring the timer. COWBOY. She bends her knees and grabs an invisible saddle horn in front of her with both hands, then rocks her hips back and forth as she rides her imaginary horse. To her right, Alex Danvers gasps, “Oh my god,” followed by Brainy saying. “Is this game not for all ages?”
“Cowgirl!” Kara shouts, ignoring the giggles.
“TIME!” Nia says. “They got nine! They win!”
Lena grins and holds her arms out. Kara jumps off the couch, grabs Lena. Lena laughs and presses her lips against Kara’s. Just the briefest of impacts, just enough to taste Kara’s breath before it was over. Lena hugs Kara and swings her from side to side. Far too excited about winning a dumb game among friends. Whatever. She was blaming it on the alcohol.
THIRD KISS
8:30 pm, three glasses of wine, dinner
Kara has forgotten about the kiss. It’s out of her mind, completely erased. And if it was still there, the taste of wine on Lena’s lips would be enough to force her to forget it. Sure, it was just one glass of wine at that point, so Lena couldn’t have been drunk. But still, she was inebriated and excited and caught up in the excitement of the game. Maybe she’d been aiming for Kara’s cheek again, and she missed. Yeah. That was it, for sure, absolutely. She brushed her hand over her cheek, as if the lipstick stain might still be there.
She takes another carrot off her plate, Alex’s famous bourbon-glazed carrots, and pops it into her mouth. She scans the faces of her friends around the table.
She freezes on Lena, who is staring at her. Even though Alex is talking, Lena is staring right at Kara.
Kara smiles awkwardly. She raises her eyebrows slightly. Lena smiles at her, a little glassy-eyed. Then she picks up her wine glass and brings it to her lips. She doesn’t break eye contact as she tips the glass back, swallows, sweeps her tongue against the corner of her mouth. Kara shifts, uncomfortable but in a way that feels exciting. She clears her throat and looks at Alex, trying to keep up with the story she was telling.
When she looks back, Lena is still staring at her. She winks, then blows Kara a kiss.
Kara, unsure what to do with that, just grins and pretends to catch it. Lena chuckles silently into her glass as she takes another drink.
FOURTH KISS
9:04 pm, six glasses of wine, balcony
“Hey...”
Lena’s shoulders jump at the voice. She had been so hypnotized by the lights of the city she didn’t hear the door open. She twists to smile at Kara, who is coming out to join her on the balcony. Kara has a heavy coat in her hands, which she holds up and drapes over Lena’s shoulders. Lena cuddles into the warmth, rubs her face against the collar of it, and clutches the lapels shut at her throat.
“You must be freezing out here,” Kara says.
“Thank you.” Lena says the words crisply, to avoid slurring. She knows she’s had a lot of wine tonight, but her head is fibe. Five. It’s fife. Fine. She’s fine. She chuckles to herself and faces the city again. Kara joins her at the edge and they look out together. Lena’s face is actually very warm. The wine, she assumes. But now that the topic has been brought up, she’s grateful for the coat. At some point her bun has started to come loose. It’s stuck between a loose tangle of hair and freed strands, and she has no interest in fixing it or taking it completely down.
“Can you get drunk?” Lena asks out of nowhere. “The whole... alien... thing.”
“Oh. Well, sure. It takes a lot, but it’s possible. I usually don’t bother.” She clears her throat, looks out at the city as well. “It’s usually a good idea for someone to keep sober at one of these things.”
Lena laughs. “I suppose so.” She looks down at her wine glass, tilts it to watch the last bit swirl around the bottom. She angles the glass toward Kara. “Want to finish it off?”
“Uh. Yeah, sure.”
Kara reaches for the glass. Lena pulls it away from her, leans out of reach, and tosses back the last swallow. Before Kara can say anything, Lena steps toward her. She cups the back of Kara’s head to keep her from pulling away. She presses her lips to Kara’s, parts them with her tongue, and the wine spills out into Kara’s mouth. It drowns the yelp of surprise that almost came out when their mouths met.
Lena pulls back, licks her lips. Kara’s mouth is hanging open in shock, her face red. There’s wine on Kara’s bottom lip, so Lena wipes her thumb across it, sucks the moisture away. Kara blinks in surprise at that, too.
Lena stares at her.
Kara stares back.
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” Lena explains.
“It’s like nine o’clock.”
“Not in London.”
Kara says, “That’s... okay, that’s... not untrue...”
They stare at each other.
SIXTH KISS (and counting...)
9:10 pm, six glasses of wine, pile of coats
This is wrong. Kara knows that. She tells it to herself over and over in her head as she is led into the bedroom, as the door is shut, as Lena grabs her in the dark and manhandles her against the wall. This is taking advantage of a drunk woman. Lena licks Kara’s lips. Not a kiss, an actual lick, a long slow brush of tongue across mouth, and Kara is surprised at how wet that makes her. She opens her mouth to protest but Lena, having found her bearings in the dark, slips her tongue inside before Kara can make her argument.
Only bad people take advantage of drunk people, Kara knows. They needed to talk. They both need to be in possession of their faculties. She needs to know they’ll both remember this in the morning. She moans into Lena’s mouth. She intends the moan to mean “I really appreciate this and I’m enjoying it very much, and I would love to continue this at a later date when we’re both aware of what’s happening, but for now I think it would be best if we stopped and went back out to the party.”
Lena translates it as “Throw me on the bed and pin me down,” which she then does.
Kara knows it’s ridiculous to be pinned down by Lena. By anyone, really. She could bench-press anyone in this apartment if she wants to. Lena straddles her and squeezes with her thighs. Her lips move down to Kara’s throat, and the things she does there with her lips and tongue make Kara feel like tissue paper. She’s not strong. She couldn’t lift a pencil if her life depended on it.
Her hands, which have spent the past few seconds being fucking useless, move up and rest on Lena’s ass. Then they’re squeezing, just a little. She has always been curious about this ass, and it does not disappoint. She squeezes harder. Lena grinds against her. Even through Lena’s pants and Kara’s jeans it’s an electric feeling.
Lena moves her lips up to Kara’s ear, nibbles it. Kara’s eyes roll back in her head. Lena is breathing hard against her ear, which only makes it harder to ignore the fact they’re dry-humping, that this is Lena’s weight on top of her, that it’s Lena making her horny and ache to touch herself. She whimpers and looks around the room for some kind of salvation, some anchor that will pull her back to reality.
Instead she sees a mirror. There’s just enough light for her to see the shape of Lena on top of her, thrusting her hips.
“Oh, fuck,” Kara moans, going limp, but squeezing Lena’s ass harder.
Lena sits up. Her hair falls in her face. She doesn’t bother to push it away, leaving herself veiled. “If you have your glasses on,” Lena says, “I’m fucking Kara.”
She plucks the glasses up and off, tossing them toward the pillow.
“Now I’m fucking Supergirl.”
Kara blinks. “Wh-which do you prefer?”
Lena grins. “I’m a lucky girl.” She bends down and kisses Kara again, and again Kara surrenders what could’ve been an easy victory.
Still feels like a win though.
“Karagirl,” Lena says against Kara’s mouth, then giggles. “Superdanvers.”
“You’re so drunk,” Kara moans, hating herself. She moves her hands up to finally push Lena off her, but she ends up under the turtleneck, under the undershirt, touching warm skin. She bites her lip. God, she was so fucking weak.
Lena was nuzzling Kara’s neck again. She sings: “Super-Kara-girl-Danvers-girl...” She giggles, licks, kisses, sucks. Kara squirms under her, electricity going from her neck to her pussy, ready for whatever was next. Lena’s lips go still and Kara holds her breath, eager, ready, even if it was wrong, even if she would regret it in the morning. She’d waited so long for this, and she had always half-suspected Lena felt this way. If this was how it needed to happen the first time, then so be it.
She waited for Lena to move again.
Another kiss. Another lick. Maybe her hands could move around a little? Or...
“Lena...?”
A deep, long inhale, and then a slow exhale against Kara’s neck.
“Oh no. Lena. Sweetheart?”
Another slow breath that could only mean one thing. When combined with how Lena’s body was now dead weight on top of her, Kara knew there was only one explanation for what had happened. She could easily lift Lena off her, reposition her, slip out of the bedroom. But she didn’t want Lena to wake up and feel embarrassed about what had happened. She might take Kara’s disappearance as a sign that this had been unwanted.
She sighed deeply.
“I deserve this,” she said. “Nice one, universe.”
That’ll teach her to take advantage of a drunk woman.
6:23 am, hangover, pile of coats
She oozes back to consciousness. That’s the only word that feels appropriate. There’s a low ache at the back of her skull, and she groans in disbelief that she has a hangover from, what, three glasses of wine? Four? She used to be a champion, when had she become such a lightweight? Embarrassing. Even more embarrassing that she couldn’t remember anything past Charades. Even more embarrassing that someone at the party had to carry her into the bedroom to sleep it off.
She hopes it had been Kara.
She smiles at the thought of being tucked in by Kara. And the pile of coats were extremely warm and cozy. She cuddles them, pulls them closer to her, hoping to sleep for another twenty to thirty minutes.
The coats say, “Um.”
Lena’s eyes snap open. She sits straight up, which does not do her head any favors. The world swims. She looks down at Kara, who is smiling sheepishly up at her.
“Hi.”
Lena blinks. “Hi.”
“We didn’t have sex.”
Lena pushes her hair out of her face. “Oh.”
“We kissed.”
Lena’s heart skipped. She looks around. “In bed?”
“Sort of,” Kara sheepishly admits.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
Lena looks at Kara again. She nods. “Yeah. Okay.”
Kara looks so relieved Lena wonders if she’s about to cry. “Okay,” Kara finally says.
They stare at each other for a long time. Lena is very aware that she’s straddling Kara’s waist. It’s also bright enough in the room that she can see her shade of lipstick on Kara’s mouth and neck.
“I guess we should talk about this,” Kara says.
“Yeah,” Lena says. “I think I need to throw up first.”
“Probably smart.”
“Mm.”
Lena gets up and rushes to the bathroom.
10:30 am, kitchen, breakfast of champions
Alex resists the urge to smirk when she finally hears the bedroom door open. Kara vanished from the party not long after Lena did an Irish exit, leaving Alex to do all the goodbyes and see everyone out. She plans to give Kara a long talking to about how to host a party. She’d been preparing all morning. But because she is also a good sister, she prepared coffee and a hearty breakfast.
She hears soft footsteps enter the kitchen. “Well, I hope you’re happy with yourse--”
She turns and sees Lena Luthor in a too-big Supergirl T-shirt, hair mussed and tangled, standing bare-legged behind her. The shirt had been a gag gift for Kara, and now it’s on Lena Luthor’s apparently naked body. She had to have been naked in Kara’s bedroom and grabbed the first clean thing she could find to cover herself, because she’d been naked.
With Kara.
In the bedroom.
Lena looks so much younger like this, like a warrior with her armor off. Lena scratches her head like she’s wondering how she got there, then scans the kitchen. Her toes curl on the tile and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She tugs at the hem of her shirt, looks down to see the shield over her chest, and says a quiet, “Oh. Why does she have this...?”
“Gift,” Alex says. “Gag gift.”
“Right.”
They stare at each other.
“Um.” Lena looks past Alex. “I-I smelled coffee.”
“There’s coffee,” Alex confirms.
Lena presses her lips together. She nods. She raises her eyebrows. “Can I have some?”
“Yes?”
Lena furrows her brow, clearly trying to figure out if that was a question. Then she moves to the counter to pour herself a cup.
Alex steps aside. She looks at Lena’s bare legs, the crazy image of her wearing a T-shirt with a cheap knock-off of Kara’s symbol, Lena barefoot in their kitchen. Having a cup of post-coital(???) coffee. Alex took a long swallow from her own mug.
It was going to be a long year.