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Alex’s hair was plastered to her forehead. It would be funny if she wasn’t so depressed. Kara had blown off their night in to get drinks with Mon-El at an alien bar.

She shouldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t be standing still in the middle of the sidewalk in the pouring rain- stuck between getting on her motorcycle and crashing their date, and tucking tail and running into her apartment.

So she remained, raindrops mixing with tears until neither she nor the sky had anything left.

She sighed and returned to reality, taking stock of herself and her state of drench-ness. She’d have to deal with a wet carpet. And squelchy boots for the foreseeable future. She bounced on her heels experimentally. The sensory experience of wet socks was bearable- if barely.

At least her leather jacket was nice and shiny, gunpowder and desert dust thoroughly driven away.

She rolled her shoulders and turned to her apartment building. The dozens of windows sparkled with warmth, the remnants of rain scattering yellow light like twinkling stars.

Her window was sparkling too.

Wait.

Her light was on?

Her fingers itched to grab her hidden piece, but she was in public. And there was no reason to panic just yet.

And.

She had a superpowered alien to call on.

The phone rang. And rang. She was sent to voicemail.

“Kara Danvers, Catco reporter! Leave a message with your name and number and I’ll get back to you.”

“Kara?” She croaked. This was weird. Kara always answered, even when she was in the middle of a crisis. She cleared her throat before continuing.

“I’m heading into my apartment. Just wanted to let you know the light is on, and I turned it off before I left. Okay, bye.” She paused. “Hope you’re okay.”

She entered the building, scanning the area for anything suspicious. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She took the stairs up, two at a time. No telling what the elevator might hold.

When she reached her door, she made sure the area was clear, steadied her breath, and drew her gun. In the back of her mind, she was proud that running up three flights of stairs hadn’t left her winded.

She hoped the intruder hadn’t locked the door- that would give her the element of surprise. No keys rattling, just bursting the door open WHAM and “HANDS ON THE GROUND I HAVE A WEAPON.”

She hated “hands in the air.” Perps who raised their hands often seemed to maneuver themselves out of the line of fire, or suddenly threw projectiles. Ground was much safer.

She took a deep breath, then put her plan in action.

Her heart jumped in her throat when she saw Kara, sullenly suckling a Daxamite beer, hugging a picture of them as teenagers on the couch. Kara was already looking at her, obviously having heard her coming. She was unfazed by the gun, as only someone indestructible could be.

“What happened to us, Alex?”

Alex stowed away her gun, heart hammering with the adrenaline of an unspent fight. “You scared me half to death, Kara! What are you doing here?”

Kara shook her head. “You didn’t answer.” She jabbed a finger at the picture in her arms. The glass shattered. “Aw, biscuits.”

Alex couldn’t help but laugh. Even drunk, Kara refused to swear. Her Kryptonian upbringing won out over her crass American one, with Alex slinging “fucks” and “bullshits” every day for the past decade and a half.

Kara frowned. “Don’t laugh at me. This is serious.” Kara hiccuped, face morphing into surprise, then intensified her frown.

Alex tried to stifle her laugh.

“You’re laughing!”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Alex rubbed her chin with her whole hand, covering her smirk.

Kara sunk deeper into the couch.

Knowing she’d hate the answer, Alex asked, “Was it a good date?”

Kara shook her head so fast she blurred. “No, he was handsy and bossy and UGH!” Kara turned to look at her intently. “Why couldn’t he be more like you?”

Alex shifted her feet, suddenly aware of her heartbeat. It had calmed down, but it was picking up pace again. At the same time, her boots SQUELCHED, and Kara gasped. “You’re soaked!”

Suddenly Kara was inches away from her face, tugging at Alex’s leather jacket to remove it.

“Woah, woah!” Alex stepped back, wincing when her boots made that maddening slurping sound again. “I’ll take care of it.”

She was used to putting distance between them. Kara was even more in her face when they were teenagers, and it had always made her feel… weird. Now, with Kara’s flushed cheeks and wide open baby blues staring into her soul, she felt even weirder. So she focused on actions.

She lifted one foot and pulled at the boot. Unfortunately, it seemed to have suctioned itself to her foot. It didn’t budge.

Kara, now an acceptable distance away, pleaded with her eyes.

Alex sighed and gestured at her boot, feeling silly in her sustained flamingo pose. “Help?”

Kara lit up. She closed the distance, steadied Alex’s knee with one hand, and held the bottom of her boot in the other. In one fluid movement, it was off. Instead of releasing her, she dropped the boot on the hardwood and rolled Alex’s wet sock off too.

Alex lost her balance a bit, setting her hand on Kara’s shoulder to steady herself. Kara glanced up and smiled. Alex’s stomach flipped. Focus. She changed positions, making her other boot accessible.

Kara repeated her process, removing the boot and sock, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor.

Alex now stood barefoot with her feet in small puddles of rainwater. “This is a slip-and-fall hazard, y’know.”

Kara’s eyes twinkled and she used a burst of freeze breath on the floor, careful to avoid Alex.

“How ‘bout now?” She giggled.

Alex was now stranded within a 2 foot wide ice rink. “Kara.” She tried to be stern, but a huff of laughter burst out. “Kara, how am I gonna get undressed now?”

Kara’s mouth went fish mode- opening and closing.

Alex waved her hands. “Nevermind, I’ll figure it out.”

She took one step forward and slipped. She winced and closed her eyes as she prepared for impact, but instead, she was settled snugly in Kara’s arms. She looked up- she was close enough to reach up and touch the ceiling. She looked down- the floor was many feet below.

“Why’re we flying so close to the ceiling?”

Kara looked bashful. “I’m still a little tipsy.”

Alex realized they were swaying as if they were in a breezy hammock.

“How about you put me down somewhere far, far away from the TV?”

“Got it, boss.” Kara saluted, accidentally turning Alex upside down when she removed her back support in the bridal carry. “Whoops!”

Alex shook her head dazedly. “Fucking Daxam,” she muttered.

Kara gently touched down in the hallway. Alex was still trapped in her arms, so she looked at Kara in question.

She was backlit, honeyed hair glowing at the fringes, the shine of her glasses obscuring her gaze. It gave Alex a vague sense of unease, knowing Kara could see her perfectly. At the same time, she felt a bone-deep sense of rightness, being held by Kara.

“Are you okay?”

“We used to sleep together every night.”

Alex’s heartbeat ratcheted up again. Was she gonna have to see a doctor about this? “Yeah, you were on a whole new planet and you needed help with your nightmares.” She neglected to add that however weird it felt to have an alien girl in her bed, it was immensely comforting and nice for her too.

“I still have them.”

Alex tentatively reached up to tilt Kara down by her chin, knowing a Kryptonian can only move if they allow themselves to be moved and that Kara’s never refused her before. This time was no different.

From this angle, she could see Kara’s eyes glisten. Alex moved her hand to cup her cheek, weird position be damned.

“They never stopped?”

Kara shook her head minutely.

“I’m sorry.”

Kara took a deep, shaky breath. Alex’s heart squeezed. She hated to see Kara in pain. She felt useless, cradled by Kara when their positions should be reversed.

“Let me down?”

Kara helped her onto her feet, then hugged herself.

Alex guided Kara’s hands away from herself and around Alex, pulling her into a human-tight hug. She knew she’d never be able to hold tight enough for Kara to feel properly squeezed, but she hoped it was enough.

“You wanna try something?” Alex asked.

Kara nodded.

“Okay, float and let me maneuver you.”

Kara hovered scarcely an inch above the floor, brow crinkled.

Alex bent down and scooped her up, holding Kara in her first bridal carry. A laugh bubbled out of Kara. “No one’s ever done this to me before.”

“I know. I think you need it.”

Kara leaned her cheek on Alex.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

There Alex’s heart went again. It was just from the exertion of carrying Kara. Though Kara was carrying herself by floating. It was a trick of the brain. She thought she was carrying a whole Kryptonian, so her heart was trying to compensate. Yeah, that’s it.

Alex started to walk towards her room. “Sorry you have to help me out a bit.”

She felt Kara shake in her arms, and looked down to see her quiet laughs. “A bit? I weigh over 200 pounds.”

“And I can carry 100. I’m doing half the work here! So there.”

“Suuure.”

Alex shook her head ruefully and tossed Kara on her side of the bed.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed, tuck in.”

Kara’s smile lit up the world. “Take your time.”

Alex nodded and locked herself in the bathroom. She braced herself on the sink and stared into the mirror. Her hair was somewhat dry by now, but she had to shower. She shuddered at the thought of Kryptonians’ superior sense of smell. She wanted to be as clean as possible ever since she found out. If humans could smell B.O., how offensive was that to Kara?

She stripped, peeling off her leather jacket and hanging it on the hook. Her white t-shirt was next, followed by her bra. She glanced at the door. If Kara wanted to, she could take her glasses off and watch her. The thought made her feel weird again.

She pushed the thought away. Kara would never do that. She turned her back to the door, and reached up in a stretch towards the ceiling, then bending down to touch her toes. Just because it felt good to limber up after a long day.

She stepped into the shower and turned it nice and hot, burning off the stress of the day.

When she emerged with a towel wrapped around her, covering all the necessary bits, she found Kara splayed out on top of the covers and snoring.

Alex chuckled. Not so alien after all. The alcohol had probably knocked her out unexpectedly, given how her phone was just out of reach of her twitchy fingers.

Alex walked to her closet and pulled out her softest tank top and shorts. Wearing something with a hint of scratchiness was a surefire way to get on Kara’s sleepy-grumpy side- the sensation often woke her up. That was why Alex’s covers were the softest, and her sheets the smoothest, on the market.

She frowned. She’d bought this set a couple of years ago, but this was the first time Kara used them. It really had been too long since their last sleepover.

Dropping her towel, she stepped into her shorts. She heard a not-snorey sound, and peeked behind her. Kara was blinking up at her, hair mussed and drool on the side of her mouth. And still drop-dead gorgeous.

“whatimesit?”

Alex checked her watch, cheeks burning. She was still topless, but her back was facing Kara, so it was fine, right? Her heart pounded. Kara hadn’t seen her fully naked, right?

“It’s eleven.”

Kara groaned and flopped over, setting Alex at ease. She quickly tugged her shirt on and walked to her own side of the bed. The side Kara was now facing. She crawled on carefully, resigned to the fact that with her heater of a Kryptonian she wouldn’t survive under the covers. She settled in, stiff as a board on the very edge of the bed.

Kara cracked an eye open, and Alex unclenched her fists, flashing her a nervous smile. “Hey.”

“Mm.”

Alex looked at her ceiling, trying to distract herself by finding spots to sweep for cobwebs.

“C'mere.”

She turned back to Kara, who was patting a spot beneath her arm. She scooted an inch closer.

Kara huffed, and Alex found herself pulled to the center of the bed, Supergirl curled around her. Kara’s arm was around her bare midriff, and one of Kara’s legs was on top of hers.

“S’okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex’s voice cracked. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She felt like she was headed for a heart attack at this point. What’s going on?

It appeared Kara had the same question, enough to rouse her from sleepiness.

“Are you okay? Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

Alex glanced at her, face inches away. She could kiss Kara’s forehead if she wanted to.

“Just nervous, I guess.”

“About what?”

“Uh… because we haven’t done this in a while?”

Kara bit her lip. “I’m not nervous.”

A weight she hadn’t felt lifted off Alex’s shoulders. “No?”

“Nope.” Kara leaned her forehead into Alex’s shoulder. “This is the best I’ve felt in a while.”

Alex gritted her teeth. Somehow, she hadn’t been paying attention, and Kara suffered for it. The arm Kara had around her midsection squeezed lightly.

“Hey, don’t you dare beat yourself up about it. We’re here now.”

Alex couldn’t help a small laugh. “How’d you know?”

“To me, your teeth clacking are like a stapler getting smacked.”

“Dammit.”

Kara laughed. “It’s nice. Nice to know you so well.”

“Glad you think so.”

“See, that’s Alex for ‘I think it’s nice too.’”

Well, there was no denying that.

In the spirit of knowing, Alex took a slow, deep breath and let it out, psyching herself up to do something she knew Kara loved. Something that could get weird.

She raised her free hand and buried it in Kara’s hair, scratching lightly up and down.

Kara honest to god moaned, and Alex felt her face heat up and her heart race the fastest it had all night. She felt Kara tense against her.

Alex forced out a small laugh. “It’s okay.”

Kara relaxed a bit. Then she started moving her head against her hand, guiding Alex to new areas. Alex gulped. Yep, here was the weirdness. She felt a tight hot coil in her gut.

Kara was breathing shallowly.

“You good?”

“Yeah… you smell really good.” Kara stopped breathing. “Is that weird?”

Yep, weird weird weird.

“Nooo.”

“I thought you were a better liar!”

Me too.

“I mean, yeah, it’s weird, but do you wanna stop?”

The extended silence was answer enough.

“So don’t worry about it, alright? I like this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I like being here for you. Helping.” I like you.

Kara nodded against her shoulder, then raised her face to look at her.

“Thank you.”

Alex stared at her breathlessly. She could kiss Kara if she wanted to.

Wait.

Kiss?

She gulped, stopping herself from gritting her teeth. “No problem.”

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The first thing Alex was aware of was the pressure between her legs. She wanted desperately to rock backwards into the solid form molded around her ass. Oh. It was Kara pressed against her. The delicious warmth snaked to her crotch.

Alex wished she’d woken up in their original position. Now, with Kara as the big spoon, she was flush with Alex from head to toe, both arms snugly wrapped around her.

They fit together like two puzzle pieces.

Alex wanted to groan, but that would wake Kara up. If she wasn’t already awake. Is she sleeping?

Kara’s breath ruffled the hair at the back of her neck.

She was probably sleeping. The room was hazy gray with the break of dawn, and Kara was known to sleep in after drinking.

Alex hated herself for it, but she oh-so-slowly pushed her ass against Kara, making it their singular most pressing point of contact. She sighed quietly with relief. It ached. She wanted to be pounded into the floor. Needed it.

Kara stirred, and her heart stopped. It started beating doubletime when Kara let out a soft sigh and slipped her fingers below Alex’s waistband. Oh god. What’s happening?

As she opened her mouth to speak- to object or encourage, she didn’t know- Kara cupped her neck lightly, possessively. “Relax, I’ve got you.”

That sent a pulse of heat between Alex’s legs. Kara took a breath and laughed lowly. “Rao, you smell good.”

Alex’s cheeks burned. Kara knew how aroused she was. There was no denying what every part of her body was screaming.

“I’ll take care of you.”

And with that, Kara’s fingers were sliding through her slick folds, ghosting her clit. Alex gasped. It was like a live wire was running through her. Kara’s other hand was working its way under her bra, folding it up expertly to expose her nipples to the cool morning air.

After the third time of being teased to the brink, Alex was battling blissful want and frustration. She wanted to cum, dammit.

How did Kara know exactly how to work her up without letting her go over the edge?

She got her wish soon after. And Rao, it was the best orgasm of her life.

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The second time she woke up, the neediness was subdued enough that the gears in Alex’s head started turning. This had never happened. Even at her horniest, lowest points as a teenager, when she ached just as much as she did a couple hours ago, she’d never acted on it.

She analyzed every part of the room she could see to ground herself. There were… differences. Some of Kara’s things were here. Her lava lamp. Her easels?

She zeroed in on a picture on the dresser. Before she could get a better look, she felt lips on her neck.

“Mornin’, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”

Alex leapt up and grabbed the picture frame, the cool metal doing nothing to assuage the heat rushing through her body.

There, clear as day, were her and Kara in front of the Midvale church. Walking down the steps hand in hand, grinning at each other like they didn’t have a care in the world. Her dressed in a blue suit and Kara in a white dress.

Her first functional thought was that she was somehow in another universe. She needed to confirm that this was a different Kara.

“How did we meet?”

Kara was sitting up, frowning cutely up at her.

“You know I’m not a morning person, Lex.”

Alex stiffened. Okay, point 1 to this being a different Kara. She’d never conflate Alex with Lex Luthor.

“Answer the question, please.”

“You were getting your nightly iced coffee and I bumped into you. I offered to buy you a replacement coffee and a sticky bun, and here we are.” She paused, looking her up and down. “Are you okay?”

“And we’re dating?”

“You’re joking, right?” Kara smiled. Her face fell when Alex didn’t smile back. “We’re married. Okay, I’m taking you to the DEO for a full work-up.”

Alex brightened. “There’s a DEO?”

Kara’s eyes narrowed. Alex knew that squint. She was using her x-ray vision. Probably to see if she had anything noticeably wrong. But along the way, she’d probably notice the different places her bones had broken.

Like when her Kara broke her arm when she was afflicted by Red K.

She rubbed the spot, accidentally drawing Kara’s eyes right to it.

“You’re not my Lex.”

Alex cringed. “Please stop calling me that.”

“Where is she? Who are you?”

“I guess we switched universes somehow. I’m Alex. Lex Luthor is a horrible anti-alien maniac.”

Kara frowned. “Luthor is Superman’s best friend.”

Oh boy. “Maybe in this universe. Hopefully.”

“Okay, get dressed. We’re leaving in five.”

At that, Alex glanced down to see that she was in black underwear- that made her ass look great- and a red bralette. Her cheeks burned. Kara had seen her like that. She glanced at the picture. Presumably, this Kara had seen all of her. And touched all of her. She swallowed. The faster she got home, the better.