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Lena was nervous. Usually, she wasn’t afraid of anything. She had already survived multiple assassination attempts, curtesy of her brother. Hell, she even managed to escape a couple of thugs with a knife stuck in her thigh. So, it was fair to say she didn’t scare easily.
And yet, this was a whole other situation that made her legs feel like jelly and her stomach running rampant. Still, Lena didn’t allow herself to waste anymore time, she was Lena Luthor after all. Not afraid of anything.
“Oh my god I love your dress!”
Lena flinched and focused on the women she had been wanting to approach for the last ten minutes without finding the courage to do so.
“Thank you, it’s one of my favorites,” Lena answered, polite smile fixed on her face just like the etiquette training had drilled into her. “I actually wanted to talk to you for quite some time,” she got out, swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to cut her off.
“I suspected as much,” the blonde woman grinned, turning more openly to Lena, leaning on the bar casually.
“Oh? Why is that, are you a psychic?” Lena tried to joke, the woman’s bright smile easing some of her worries.
“Oh no,” she laughed, making the hair on Lena’s arms stand up with the joyful sound. “I just noticed you staring at me for quite a bit, so I figured you were mustering up the courage to either talk to me or murder me.”
“Definitely not about to murder you,” Lena chuckled. She felt a blush rising to her cheeks at the revelation that she’d been caught staring, but somehow this woman sucked the nerves out of her like only good booze normally could.
“So the conversation? I’m Kara, by the way.”
“I’m Lena,” she replied, “and I did want to talk to you for a moment, but I don’t want to keep you from your friends.”
“You can keep me from my friends for as long as you want,” Kara grinned and stepped a bit closer. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Actually,” Lena started but broke off, pleasantly irritated by their new closeness and the fact she could almost count the freckles high on Kara’s cheekbones.
“In all honesty, I just wanted to tell you that you have some leaves stuck in your ponytail, but maybe we can find a new topic after this? I suddenly don’t want to stop whatever this is.”
Lena felt the heat rising up her neck now. What on earth was she thinking basically just confessing her attraction like this?
Kara though, was apparently still stuck on the first part of her little speech.
“Leaves in my hair?”
“Yeah? I mean I think so? I was across the room when I first saw it, but I wanted to tell you in case you wanted to remove them.”
“Oh gosh thank you! I did yard work today, you know, raking up leaves and then my sister pushed me into the pile and apparently forgot to tell me about this,” Kara rambled, her own blush creeping up out of embarrassment. Lena felt half bad that she’d evened the playing field.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s an easy fix,” Lena reassured and watched as Kara let her ponytail glide through her fingers until she found the offending bits of crunchy brown leaves. She crumbled them into a small powder in her hands and sprinkled it into a cocktail napkin left on the bar top.
“So now that that’s done, do you still want to talk to me, or did I embarrass myself too much to be granted more of your time?” Kara asked, cringing a little.
“Please, that wasn’t embarrassing. I know some people find it rude, but I think it should be common curtesy to tell someone something is wrong with their appearance if it can be easily fixed, like an open zipper or a poppy seat in the teeth. Imagine people letting you run around like that for a whole day, and you had several meetings at work or things like that. I’d be more mortified finding that out at the end of the day in front of the mirror.”
“That’s a very good point,” Kara agreed, and stepped a tiny step closer again. She lowered her voice, leaning down a little as if to whisper in Lena’s ear.
“So you don’t think it’s rude of me if I tell you that the clasp of your necklace is at the front of your throat?”
“No, I think that’s very helpful, thank you,” Lena whispered back. She raised her hands to slide the clasp back behind her neck, but Kara stopped her gently.
“Can I?”
Lena swallowed roughly and nodded, afraid her voice wouldn't work. She felt Kara picking up the necklace gently, keeping hold of the pendant while she pulled the clasp back. Her fingers skimmed across the sensitive skin of her neck, touching just enough to raise goosebumps all over.
Lena shivered. Kara still had one hand at the back of her neck, the necklace cold against her neck again, but her fingers burning on her nape. Kara’s thumb brushed over her pulse point and Lena’s eyes fluttered close of their own account.
“Do you want to fix my lipstick as well?” Lena asked, every single synapsis of her brain focused on the points where Kara was touching her.
“Your lipstick is flawless,” Kara gave back, confusion in her face.
Lena couldn’t really believe she was doing this, but it almost felt like she was watching her own body from above, leaning in, her hands fining Kara’s waist and closing the gap between them until nothing remained.
Kara’s lips tasted like the beer she’d had. She was still for a moment, so long that Lena pulled back again, afraid she’d read the situation entirely wrong. Kara didn’t let her get too far though, the hand on Lena’s neck sliding up into her hair and pulling her in again for a second kiss.
This time, Kara moved with her, meeting Lena halfway, her lips sliding over Lena’s. Kara opened her mouth, inviting Lena in until they both needed to breath.
Kara looked at her with red cheeks and sparkling eyes, a proud grin on her face. She raised a thumb and wiped below Lena’s bottom lip, her finger coming away red-stained.
“Maybe I could also help you with the zipper of your dress? It’s one of the things you mentioned earlier, right? That zippers are easy fixes?”
“That’s definitely what I meant yeah,” Lena giggled and took Kara’s hand when she offered it, pulling her out of the bar and into the chilly autumn air.