Touched By More Than Just Her Freeze Breath

by Slayerkaro

Summary:

Supergirl uses her freeze breath to save Lena from a painful accident, and in the process they both notice one very distracting detail.

Notes:

I keep finding new ways for Supercorp to accidentally fall into each other’s arms. This is today’s version. Hope you have fun 😁
-Slayerkaro- 💕

Lena Luthor sat on her couch at her penthouse, sipping a glass of Scotch she desperately needed. After the day she’d had, one thing was absolutely clear:

Her encounter with Supergirl today had been the most humiliating moment she had ever experienced with another human let alone an alien.

It was unsettling, so unlike her, and it had thrown her completely off balance. And of all people, it had to happen with Supergirl, the stunning hero of National City. Lena shook her head and downed her second glass. She had never experienced anything like that before. God, fate clearly had it out for her.

The scene kept replaying behind her eyes, and Lena still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. Her sharp, rational mind had no framework for dealing with situations like this. Logically, mishaps like that simply didn’t happen to someone named Luthor. And yet, it had happened. She told herself it was pure coincidence. Maybe Murphy’s Law. It was physically explainable, after all.

Thousands of people stumbled every day. Assistants tripped and spilled super-hot tea they happened to be carrying. Sometimes that tea landed on their boss, especially when the tea was meant for her. It happened, and even a normally graceful, sure-footed assistant could stumble in a pair of four-inch Jimmy Choos. She wasn’t a robot. Unfortunately.

Hot tea on skin could cause burns; that much was undeniable.

And that was exactly what had happened: She: Lena Luthor! Had been accidentally doused in scalding hot tea by her assistant Jess. The liquid had soaked through her elegant designer blouse, seared against her skin, and of course it had happened a mere thirty minutes before she was supposed to take the stage and deliver her speech to the public.

Supergirl had been there to ensure her safety. After the death threats Lena had received, they had mutually agreed on her presence. Backing down wasn’t an option. Lena wanted to face the public, and Supergirl would step in before anyone could harm her.

And so she did: Supergirl rushed over the moment the blazing-hot tea hit Lena’s skin and she cried out in pain.

Naturally, one could interpret far more into the incident - if one wanted to. Did Supergirl really need to use her X-ray vision? Was it truly necessary to scan Lena’s neckline and everything surrounding it so thoroughly? The pale skin there, her breasts? No, stop there. Any further thought in that direction needed to be extinguished. Lena was professional enough not to indulge in sinful fantasies here. Supergirl’s look had been clinical, meant solely to assess for serious injury. Nothing more. And if Supergirl now knew the color of her bra, well... Lena would simply have to live with that. She certainly knew the kind of lingerie she preferred and wore.

It was embarrassing enough on its own. But Lena could have handled it. She could have even turned the tables, observed Supergirl closely. Was she embarrassed to have seen Lena in her bra? Would she avoid Lena’s gaze from now on, especially when Lena crossed her arms casually in front of her own body – arms that just so happened to lift and shape her breasts? Would Supergirl dare a stolen glance?

Ridiculous thoughts. Lena knew that, though the Scotch was speaking louder now. And yet… the curiosity wouldn’t leave her. Not after today. Would something like that even affect Supergirl? Seeing a woman like Lena half-naked, would it mean anything to her at all?

Unfortunately, Lena had been far too overwhelmed with her own emotions at the moment of the mishap to study Supergirl’s reaction.

Damn. She had to stop thinking about it. But she couldn’t. So she took another gulp of Scotch.

Because the X-ray vision wasn’t even the worst part. Not the truly humiliating part. No, what came next had sent Lena’s body into a visible state of shock she couldn’t hide.

Supergirl had used her freeze breath.

Yes, that woman could release icy air from her lungs, freeze surfaces and lower temperatures at will. She could cool overheated skin, and that was exactly what she did for Lena. The cold swept across her skin, making her shiver as it slipped beneath her bra. The thin, soaked fabric left nothing to the imagination, betraying her body’s reaction without mercy. No X-ray vision needed. Lena wished she knew whether Supergirl had noticed. She must have, how could she not? But had she thought anything of it? Surely Supergirl wasn’t standing there thinking, Oh, Miss Luthor’s nipples are reacting.

Ridiculous.

…But had her heart maybe skipped a beat anyway? Like Lena's did?

Again, stop that.

Lena drowned her thoughts in another long swallow. Her mind could analyze and dissect the situation endlessly, it wouldn’t change the fact that it had happened. A humiliating, unforgettable accident. She had to forget it. Truly, there was no reason it should alter her professional relationship with Supergirl.
…Or was there?

---

Kara liked Lena Luthor.

The successful businesswoman had moved from Metropolis to National City only a few weeks ago, determined to turn L-Corp “into a force of good.” That’s what she had told Kara after Clark’s interview, when Kara had gone back alone to speak to Lena again, and Lena had invited her to Noonan’s afterward. Lena had needed a friendly face and kind words. She was new in town, and her last name didn’t exactly earn her warm welcomes. But Kara believed in innocence until proven otherwise, and Lena had been nothing but open and kind. So Kara befriended her.

Kara would chat endlessly about her day, about a cute puppy she’d seen, or the new coffee drink she’d tried that was something like caramel-vanilla-mocha mixed together, or whatever else had happened. And Lena gradually opened up too.

Lena Luthor was fascinating – intelligent, witty, magnetic. Time with her was always the highlight of Kara’s week. Lena complimented her, listened attentively, laughed when Kara’s glasses were crooked because she’d flown there too fast, or when she had soot smudged on her cheek from putting out a fire earlier.

Kara hadn’t yet told her that she was Supergirl. It still felt a bit too soon. But she thought about it. She didn’t want to lie to her new friend.

Supergirl and Lena Luthor thankfully didn’t interact much otherwise. Their relationship was strictly professional—nothing like how Lena was with Kara. But of course Supergirl showed up when Lena was in danger, and so she did that day.

Lena insisted on giving the press conference despite the threats. Kara convinced her, at least, to let Supergirl stay nearby. Lena agreed.

Kara arrived a few minutes early to scan the area, checking the distance to the stage, assessing the crowd, and running through her usual protocol. Then she slipped behind the stage and watched Lena prepare with her notes. Lena wore an elegant red blouse that shimmered with every movement and a black pencil skirt. Her hair was tied back, revealing gold earrings. She bit her lip as she read, completely absorbed in her notes. Her makeup was minimal today, just a hint of color—nothing that distracted from how effortlessly stunning she looked. Kara lingered in the shadows behind the stage, pretending to survey the area while doing a spectacularly bad job of not staring. She watched as Jess, Lena’s assistant, approached her.

“Miss Luthor, your speech is being pushed back by thirty minutes.”

Lena looked up, brows drawing together. “Why?”

Jess offered an apologetic smile. “It’s the joys of live broadcasting. The segment before you ran long, and when it’s live… delays just happen.”

Lena sighed. “Right. Thank you, Jess. I’ll go over my notes again then.” She sat back down, smoothing her blouse as she did.

“Should I bring you a coffee?”

“God, no. My heart is already racing.” Lena let out a soft laugh. “But I wouldn’t say no to something calming. Maybe a tea.”

Jess took it literally and returned moments later with a steaming cup.

“It’s valerian tea. For your nerves,” she said with a wink.

Supergirl watched Lena wrinkle her nose, then sigh. “Ah… why not.”

Kara could have flown off to recheck the perimeter, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she stepped forward to greet Jess and Lena at the exact moment Jess moved to hand Lena her tea.

“Hi Jess, hi Miss Luth—”

She didn’t get any further. Jess turned, saw Supergirl, and jumped so violently she lost her footing. The cup lurched forward, and a gush of scalding tea went flying straight across Lena’s chest.

“Ah!” Lena cried out, jumping to her feet. Kara stared in horror as the red blouse darkened rapidly across her chest. Lena grabbed the fabric at her neckline, her face tightening in pain. “It’s hot!”

Jess paled. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry...so sorry, Miss Luthor. What if you’re burned? Oh God! I’l...I’ll get something!” She fled in a sudden panic.

The tea had hit Lena directly at her neckline. The exposed skin there was already turning an alarming shade of red. Kara didn’t need X-ray vision to see it. She lost no time. She touched Lena’s shoulder gently.

“I can help,” she murmured, guiding her back into the chair. Then she activated her X-ray vision.

---

The moment Supergirl used her X-ray vision, Lena felt it. The scrutiny was too close, too intense, as if that gaze burned through the fabric and her skin entirely. Supergirl was so near she could feel her breath, warm and brushing against her cheek. Lena’s pulse skyrocketed, and she couldn’t tell whether it came from pain, shock, or… something else.

“What… what are you doing, Supergirl?” Her voice sounded unsteady, almost foreign.

The hero didn’t answer immediately. Instead, Lena felt a thumb sweep soothingly across her shoulder. A small gesture—too small to affect her this much—and yet it did. No one had ever touched her like that before, least of all Supergirl. She had no idea it would send a spark right through her.

“No blistering,” Supergirl finally said, voice clinical. “The skin is very red, but not broken. It must still hurt. I know something that will help.”

Lena’s breath hitched. That thumb was still tracing slow, deliberate circles into her shoulder, and the closeness of Supergirl’s body made it impossible to focus on anything else. Her face was so near, too near that Lena could see the tiny crinkle at the corner of her eyes, the concentration written across features far softer than any hero had the right to possess. With each passing second, Lena’s awareness shifted from pain… to proximity. And the proximity was its own kind of danger.

Supergirl lifted her gaze for the briefest moment, and their eyes met. It should have been professional. Detached. But Lena felt that fraction of a second linger. Felt it burn. And it was a completely different burn than the little sting she’d felt from the hot tea.

Lena knew what that gaze had seen mere seconds ago: the soaked fabric clinging to her, the pale skin beneath her bra. The fact that Supergirl had unintentionally crossed that intimate boundary made Lena’s pulse jump wildly. It was all clinical, she told herself. Strictly medical. But her face was heating for a very different reason than that dammed tea.

Then Supergirl’s eyes dropped again to Lena’s neckline. Lena’s chest rose in a sharp breath; she felt exposed, far too exposed.

“This will feel cold.” That was all the warning Lena got.

A moment later, icy breath washed over her overheated skin. She shivered instantly. The burning sting faded slowly, replaced by goosebumps that rippled all the way down her body and—

“Oh God.” Lena shut her eyes as she felt her nipples tighten, responding eagerly to the sudden cold, straining visibly beneath the thin wet fabric. As if her body had been waiting for exactly that. As if this were something far more intimate than first aid.

“Is it helping?” Supergirl asked softly.

Is it helping? No. Absolutely not. This was making everything worse. But Lena nodded anyway, eyes still closed. “Oh God,” she breathed again, this time almost a gasp. Goosebumps spread across her skin; the fine hairs on her arms rose as a tremor ran through her. Her face was flushed, but no longer from pain.

Then she heard a soft click. “Here.”

Lena’s eyelids fluttered as Supergirl unfastened her cape and slipped it from her shoulders. The heavy fabric rustled as she lifted it, then settled with comforting warmth across Lena’s lap. It smelled faintly of wind and sunlight – clean and bright.

With a gentleness Lena hadn’t expected, Supergirl draped the cape around her, wrapping it over her legs and shoulders and leaving only the injured skin exposed.

“Is that better?”

Lena nodded and swallowed hard. For one absurd moment she wondered what Supergirl was like in bed. Was she calm and attentive and impossibly gentle? The thought made her blush instantly. And honestly, in her defense, how could her mind not go there in a situation like this?

Lena didn’t get a chance to answer Supergirl's question properly, because Jess came skidding back, towel in one hand, a bucket of ice in the other.

“I’m so sorry,” she blurted. Her gaze bounced from ruined blouse to Supergirl. “You should have unbuttoned the shirt immediately and cooled the skin. That’s the only way it heals properly.”

“Jess,” Lena cut in sharply. “Supergirl already helped. She used her X-ray vision. I’m alright. It still throbs a bit, but it’s going to heal.”

“X-ray vision?” Jess stared at Supergirl.

“It allows me to see through fabric and assess injuries.”

“Wow.” Jess blinked at Lena, then at Supergirl. “She can just… look under your blouse?”

“Jess.” Lena’s tone held a clear warning. "I still have a speech to give."

“Right.. yes. Sorry. I’m just relieved it isn’t worse. I’ll go find you a replacement blouse.”

“Thank you, Jess.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Jess’s eyes flicked to the cape wrapped around Lena. “But you can’t give your speech wearing that, Miss Luthor. Imagine the headlines. A Luthor burrito.” She chuckled at her own joke.

Before Lena could snap back, Jess lifted a hand defensively. “I’m going!” And with that, she disappeared again.

Lena glanced at Supergirl. Was that… a smile tugging at her lips? No. Impossible. Supergirl would never smile at a joke like “Luthor burrito.” Where did Jess even get that idea? And Supergirl certainly wouldn’t want anybody to see a Luthor wrapped in her cape.

A small, awkward silence lingered between them.

Supergirl cleared her throat softly. “You can keep the cape for now, Miss Luthor. I’ll get it back later. I should do another sweep before your speech, unless you need me?”

“Oh...um, no. Thank you, Supergirl.”

Supergirl nodded once, composed again, and then launched skyward in a smooth arc.

---

Later, much later, because the speech had been pushed back again, Kara watched Lena, now wearing a blue high-collared blouse, deliver her speech. She was professional and composed. Nothing about her posture, her voice, or the precise way she held her notes betrayed what had happened backstage.

Kara listened carefully, scanning the crowd even as her eyes kept drifting back to Lena. This woman was… something else. Something beyond beautiful. Kara was certain of that much.

And the feeling that had hit her backstage, when she had held Lena and helped her, clung to her now just as fiercely. She couldn’t shake it. Something about that accident had shifted something inside her. Kara was a hero, not a saint. She had seen Lena’s pale skin, the curve of her body as the soaked fabric clung to her, and of course she had seen the way her body reacted. Rao, it had lit up something in her she didn’t even have a name for. Or did she?

She wanted to touch her. She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to know every reaction Lena could possibly have under her hands.

Kara’s cheeks warmed at the thought, a flush she hoped no one would notice. She was embarrassed to even think it… and yet a quiet thrill curled in her chest all the same. It felt like a secret awakening, something she had never experienced before. No one had ever made her feel like this, not a single human being.

What was she supposed to do now? Say something? Hide it? She had no idea. But she would have to face it eventually, the moment she saw Lena again.
After all… Lena still had her cape.

---

Lena kept turning the cape over in her hands, wondering how she was supposed to return it and how she could possibly thank Supergirl properly. She didn’t know where Supergirl lived, or she might have sent flowers or a handwritten note. She could give it to Kara, since Kara seemed to have some kind of connection to Supergirl… but no. That felt impersonal. Too easy. If she was going to return the cape, she wanted to do it herself. Face-to-face.

It became a quiet, persistent thought as the evening settled in. Lena poured herself another Scotch, letting the warmth unwind the tightness in her shoulders, and glanced at the folded cape resting beside her. She imagined Supergirl arriving to collect it—how she would knock, or if she even knocked at all. Did she hover outside windows? Announce herself? Simply appear?

Surely Supergirl wouldn’t fly around without a cape for long. She had to have backups… probably several suits. She must rotate them, maybe even have some sort of maintenance routine. The image of Supergirl carefully inspecting and hanging up different suits in a closet made Lena smile into her glass.

She was in the middle of wondering whether Kryptonian fabric required special cleaning when a soft breeze brushed across the room. The curtains shifted, barely moving, just enough to draw her eye.

Then she heard it—the quiet, unmistakable thud of boots touching down on her balcony. Lena froze, her breath catching. Supergirl had come. To her home. Was is it a dream?

No, the woman was standing there and she was beautiful.

“Good evening Miss Luthor, I hope this isn’t a bad time?”

Lena swallowed. The thin nightgown she was wearing suddenly felt far too fragile, too revealing. The cool draft from the open balcony brushed over her chest, and she felt her betraying little nipples tighten against the silk. This again. Of course they would choose this moment to make themselves known.

She pushed herself to her feet.

Supergirl stepped forward, and the space between them began to shrink with every soft footfall. Supergirl moved carefully, almost cautiously, as if approaching a wild creature she feared might bolt at the slightest wrong move.

Lena lifted her chin, trying to hold on to whatever dignity she still possessed.

“Supergirl. It’s… unexpected,” she managed. “But not unwelcome.”

Supergirl’s eyes flickered downward for a heartbeat, just taking Lena in her nightdress in. It was only the briefest glance, but Lena saw it. She felt it. The air between them tightened in an instant.

“I came for my cape,” Supergirl said softly. Her voice was steady, but her cheeks were flushed in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the flight over. “And to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” Lena replied, though her voice was a touch too breathless to be convincing. “I’m glad you came. I… I cleaned your cape.”

She picked up the neatly folded cape she had spent far too long straightening, brushing, refolding… and then refolding again. “I, um…” She cleared her throat and lifted it with both hands, holding it out to Supergirl like an offering. “I made sure it was clean. Or at least cleaner. I didn’t want to give it back looking like it had gone through a battlefield.”

A faint, nervous laugh escaped her before she could stop it. Why was she like this? Standing here in a nightgown, offering a superhero her own cape like it meant something sacred. God, she was gone.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Supergirl said quietly.

“I know,” Lena replied. “But I wanted to. And I wanted to thank you. Properly.”

“For what?”

“For today.”Lena lifted her gaze, meeting Supergirl’s eyes directly. The warmth in them nearly stole her breath. “For helping me. For not hesitating. For… cooling me down.” Lena smiled, “It was a strange situation.”

“It was,” Supergirl agreed. A faint flush crept up her neck as she added, almost too softly, “but you handled it well.”

“Did I?” Lena looked into those impossibly deep blue eyes.

Supergirl gulped. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to answer, but nothing coherent seemed to form. She looked utterly lost for words, though her posture said something else entirely. Something like: Yes, it was an impossible situation and you handled it beautifully; I felt it, I saw you, I saw everything, even the way your nipples reacted.

Lena almost chuckled to herself. Well, of course that's what she meant. Supergirl simply didn’t know how to put any of that into words.

Lena didn’t know either. But none of it seemed to matter anymore, nothing except the way Supergirld had touched her, the way she was looking at her now, the way their bodies seemed to lean toward each other.

“Me too” Lena said. It didn’t make any sense, but words didn’t matter.

Something had pulled them together, and now two bodies, two breaths, two women were suddenly, impossibly close. So close that kissing became inevitable.

This was new. Kissing a woman. Supergirl’s lips were soft and so warm, so impossibly, devastatingly gentle. Lena had never been kissed like this, not with such care. It was breathtaking and perfect. For one long, suspended moment, Lena let herself fall into it, into Supergirl‘s hands finding her waist, into the warmth of her mouth, into the sense that this was the most natural thing she had ever done. But then her mind caught up.

What was she doing? Where could this possibly lead? She was kissing Supergirl.

“Supergirl… I—” She swallowed. “I don’t know anything about you.”

Supergirl’s eyes softened in a way Lena had never seen.

“Maybe not everything,” she said quietly, “ but that’s okay because we haven’t known each other for very long. But you already know I like puppies. And you know my favorite coffee.”

Lena blinked, stunned. “Kara?” The name slipped out like a secret she hadn’t meant to reveal, and yet somehow already knew. 

Supergirl’s breath hitched. That tiny, nervous smile widened, shy and earnest.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s me.”

Lena stared, disbelieving. Kara Danvers was Supergirl. The sweet, fumbling, wonderful reporter. A woman so far out of her league that Lena hadn’t even dared to imagine she might ever want her… and yet here she was.

Kara’s expression flickered with uncertainty. “Is that okay?”

Lena let out a soft, stunned laugh. “I… I like that. More than I should.”

“Yeah?” Kara asked, hope rising in her voice.

“Yeah,” Lena whispered back, heat curling low in her stomach. “God, yes.” Because kissing Supergirl, knowing it was Kara, felt even better because it felt right.

Her next breath trembled. “Kiss me, Kara.”

They kissed, and this time there was nothing tentative about it. The moment their mouths met, a slow, warm certainty unfurled between them, something Lena felt all the way down to her shaking knees. She leaned further into Kara without thinking, her fingers curling into the firm fabric of the suit at Kara’s shoulders, holding on as if the world might tilt beneath her feet if she didn’t.

Lena felt her nipples tighten again, but this time they weren’t ignored. This time, they finally received attention.

Kara’s hand slid upward, gentle and sure, her fingertips brushing the sensitive peak before stroking over it with quiet, breathtaking affection. And then Kara moaned, a soft and unguarded sound, clearly it revealed that she had wanted to touch Lena all along.

Lena smiled into the kiss. God, how had she gotten so lucky?

Notes:

The end. I hope you enjoyed it. 😊

Before I go, a little announcement:

I’m writing a longer Supercorp story right now. It is slow, aching, full of yearning and a touch of heartbreak.
It means a lot to me, and I’m excited for the day I can finally share the first chapters with you.
Hope we’ll see each other there. 💙

So long... follow me on Insta if you like @ Slayerkaro 😁💕