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“No snuggling,” Alex calls out, without taking her eyes off of the strip of fiberglass she’s been working on.
Kara groans, dropping back onto her chair. She assumed she was out of her sister’s field of vision. “Remind me what rules we agreed on before I let you in here,” the oldest Danvers demands, in an insufferably righteous tone.
“Don’t distract the patient,” a terribly bored Kara recites.
“And?”
“Don’t bug you.”
“Exactly. And by constantly trying to invade Lena’s bed and possibly disrupting this entire process, you’re doing both,” the doctor announces while placing the strip onto her patient’s broken leg. She looks up at the overly dramatic Kryptonian who’s been acting like her girlfriend is in need of emergency surgery ever since they arrived. “So I urge you to
please
, for the love of all that is keeping me from smacking you in the head right now,
stop
.”
“If you smacked me in the head,
I
wouldn’t be the one to suffer the consequences,” Kara grumbles under her breath.
Like any self-respecting Director of a secret government organization that fights evil every day would, Alex throws a roll of gauze at her sister.
“Rule number three: don’t be a smart ass.”
“You two are children,” Lena chuckles weakly before turning to face the younger Danvers. “Darling, I’m fine. It was a silly accident, and I’ve dealt with much greater medical misfortunes in this lifetime.” She turns to the redhead, “Alex, thank you for your aid; I’m sure there are much more pressing matters you could be tending to at this moment.”
“You’re having your leg
immobilized
,” the blonde balks in disagreement, the same time as Alex mumbles something about family coming first without taking her eyes off of her work.
It’s been nearly a decade since meeting Kara and her abnormally tight-knit group of friends, yet Lena still isn’t sure what to do with that word, so she focuses on replying to her Earth’s Champion without seeming too affected by the warmth that’s taken place in her cheeks.
“Which is a perfectly common occurrence among those of us who haven’t been granted invulnerability by the radiation of a young star.” Lena extends the arm that didn’t suffer a wrist sprain towards Kara, who, upon taking it, finally aquiesces and sits back down – bright blue eyes watching her with such care, Lena maybe wants to cry a little. She keeps talking instead. “If anything, my ego suffered the worst of it. I can’t believe we’re spending our Sunday in the Med Bay over something as silly as a bit of Halloween preparation gone wrong.”
Truth be told, it
is
nearly funny how, over months of fighting numerous enemies, the most dangerous battle Lena’s taken part in featured her sense of balance, and a ladder. With Halloween fast approaching, Kara’s excitement has been growing exponentially, and for weeks, she’s watched TikToks of “decor inspo”, then proceeding to eagerly present her favorite ones to Lena – nevermind that they live in an apartment most people can’t even see.
Of course, Lena relented (happily agreed, more like, because most things that put a smile on her beloved’s face also put a smile on her own). And next thing she knew, she was hanging up purple and orange fairy lights while Kara took a shower break – while performing
quite
the Taylor Swift concert, by the way. The rest, as they say, is an embarrassing flavor of history.
“Hey,” Lena’s hand is delicately cradled by both of Kara’s; maneuvered until her palm is exposed. Soft lips meet her skin in a gentle kiss, and she looks up at ocean eyes once more. “Any Sunday with you is a nice Sunday.”
The clattering of metal prevents the youngest Luthor from finding a suitable response to blabber out.
“And, thankfully, I’m done,” Alex announces before making a beeline for the door.
Kara giggles, “She’s so extra.”
Lena’s flawless eyebrow arches in response, “Nia’s been teaching you new slang?”
“Yeah!” The blonde grins, “I’m cool now.” For all her qualities, Lena isn’t sure her girlfriend has a ‘cool’ bone in her body (which, to her, is perfect- he never fit in with the cool kids).“You’ve always been cool to me, darling”
“And you’re beautiful,” is delivered with butterfly kisses to Lena’s fingertips, which reverberates in her stomach, “and smart, and incredible; and you really don’t have to beat yourself up over this.”
“I- I’m not-”
“You are, a little,” Kara tilts her head as if in question, and Lena gives a minute nod. There’s no reason to lie – it’s no wonder the youngest Luthor has a few problems with failure and making a mess. “And that’s okay. I love you all the more for your less-than-accurate calculations.”
“So you’re saying I made a mistake, are you, now?” The corner of her mouth ticks up in a challenging smirk, and Kara can’t help but be pulled in a little.
“Mhmm. I think so,” she answers confidently, if a little dazed by the forests that Lena’s eyes hold, then plants a kiss onto the tip of her nose. “Come on, scooch over; I want to be closer to you.”
Already having been leaning into Lena’s space, Kara plasters herself onto the side opposite Lena’s injuries, an arm over her midriff, hands still intertwined. She barely settles her head next to Lena’s when the intercom nearly jolts her onto the floor.
“I SAID NO SNUGGLING!”
The blonde sticks a tongue out to the security camera, then nuzzles deeper into Lena.
“You’re not the boss of me, I can do what I want,” she declares, then proceeds to fry the devices with just a tad of heat vision.
And- yeah, maybe letting Kara, in all her clumsy glory, near Lena’s drying cast is not a great idea. But, to be honest, the cocoon she finds herself in is far too warm, and far too cozy, for her to be making safe decisions.