“I have someone for you.”
“Nope. I need several hours and many drinks before I can take a call after that.” Lena doesn’t even know why she picked up her phone. She knew what she was going to hear from the other end just like she knew she needed to take several showers to feel clean enough to live life again. She really didn’t have it in her to add more to it right now.
“But it’s a first timer,” Jess singsongs. She feels her armour crack slightly. “You know how much you love those. Oh, and did I mention that it’s a girl?” Her armour cracks a little more.
She opens her evening up to more mess with two little words. “A girl?”
Jess laughs, “I should’ve started with that, you massive lesbian.”
“I just appreciate how much more respectful they are in general.” And the tone of their voices, the way their reactions were always a little more breathy, a little less vulgar. Mostly the way she didn’t have to force her mind to imagine without clothes. She appreciates the way it feels less like a joke for her. The way it forces her to want to try harder, to have them react harder.
“Yes, of course, that’s why. So you’ll take it? It’s either you or Leslie and frankly this girl doesn’t sound like she could handle that right now.” Leslie was definitely an… acquired taste.
Lena sighs, relaxes into her chair. “Put her through.”
It takes her about ten seconds to switch from resigned to charmed. It takes her ten more to move from charmed to slightly enamoured because she’s never had a call like Kara. Kara who definitely used her real name instead of the usual pseudonyms people called up with like Randy Horsecock and Dick Raw like they believed she was actually going to look them up once the call ended. Kara who asked about pineapples and verbally blushed and gave compliments with no heat but all kindness.
Lena calls Jess’ line the second Kara bids her a goodnight for the second time. She doesn’t even give Jess a chance to speak before she blurts, “I want her if she ever calls again.”
“You sound like you were the one getting off.”
“She asked me my opinion on pizza toppings and I think I’m in love with her.”
Jess snorts but Lena hears the typing of keys like she’s making a very serious note for herself to follow through with the request. “I’d like to take a moment to amend my earlier statement – you’re a massive useless lesbian.”
“Just doing my bit for the community.”
Jess mutters something unintelligible but definitely offensive under her breath. “I’ll make sure she always has you.”
Lena grins. “Thank you for doing your bit for the community.”
“Hang up,” Jess deadpans. Lena laughs as she acquiesces. She wasn’t going to push her luck when it was just turning around.
And fuck if she didn’t need to grab some pizza.
She calls back.
She calls back a few times and Jess always puts her through to Lena even though she insists on sighing and telling Lena to just grow up, grow pubes and ask the girl out like a normal person, despite the abnormal situation beforehand.
She calls with her friends and shushes their jokes and hits Lena with we’s that shock her with the amount of jealously she almost feels before Kara promptly dispels it. She always dispels it with sister and friend and then she doesn’t. She hits Lena with the word date and an unbelievable wave of envy overcomes Lena that she has no real business feeling at all.
Date. A date that she wanted advice on. A date that she wanted Lena’s advice on and why else would you call up a phone sex operator for date advice unless you wanted some kind of sex advice. Lena broaches the subject and grins widely when Kara quickly says, “No, oh no! No. Definitely not.”
“Probably for the best,” Lena says, dropping her first few Hansel and Gretel crumbs to the I’m gay house in the woods. She quickly becomes impatient with subtlety. “I talk a good game over the phone but I’ve never seen a penis in real life and I do plan to keep it that way.”
“You’ve never--? You like- you’re… girls?”
Lena laughs, “yeah, girls.”
“Sorry. That was awkward. I’m awkward. It’s why I need the advice. And, to be clear, the advice is on how to turn him down less awkwardly than I’m destined to do it. I tried to ask my friends but they were all like he’s a nice guy and remember that time he remembered your coffee order and Kara you’ve not been touched for six months, just give the guy a chance and I need an unbiased opinion.”
“You’ve not been touched in six months?” She doesn’t mean to ask that. It’s not supposed to be the focus. She knows Kara didn’t mean for that to be the focus. But it’s all she can seem to latch on to.
It doesn’t sit right in her mind. She’s never even seen Kara but she can’t imagine her having anything less than a queue around the city begging for a chance to even just hold her hand for like five minutes. Her voice is like cotton candy, sugar spun in the most expert of ways, sticking to the roof of Lena’s mouth, to her fingers and lips, constantly reminding her that she indulged in the delight.
Her happiness is contagious and she makes Lena feel warm in the dorkiest way, in the best way, in a way she doesn’t remember feeling in her life ever before.
Lena would touch her in any way she was allowed.
“Not by another person,” Kara says. The sentence is punctuated with a click to her jaw that screams she hadn’t meant to say that out loud either. Lena’s brain halts just as sharply. Then it starts running a hundred miles a second in some attempt to catch up with her mouth. It doesn’t succeed.
“How do you like to be-“ Lena would like to say she stops out of sense. She doesn’t.
She stops out of the need to find her breath, her mind running her lungs ragged with flashes of thoughts she shouldn’t be having, that she’d been fighting desperately against for weeks. A faceless woman with smooth thighs. A teasing hand edging between them. Kara’s voice caught in a moan. A moan, a moan, a moan. A tremble. A gasp. Long fingers—
Lena clears her throat. “Sorry. A more important question – is your coffee order really so difficult that it’s that impressive to remember it?”
“Iced vanilla latte,” Kara says plainly, unbeknownst to the storm in Lena’s mind.
“Three whole words? Wow, he really is a keeper. I don’t think I can help you. You better lock that man down now,” Lena deadpans. The bar really was so low for men, like so low that Hades used it to play fetch with Cerberus. She could remember three words. She could totally be the one to remember three words for Kara.
“Stop!” Kara laughs, a slight whine dripping into her tone. “I really need your help. I’m the worst at saying no and I told him I needed to think about it and now he’s walking around like a kicked puppy and I know I’m going to cave.”
“You don’t owe him anything, Kara. They’re his feelings and if he’s making you feel bad about them, then he’s definitely not worth your time. Just tell him that you thought you guys were friends and that’s what you’re comfortable with and if he’s not then you’re happy to go back to being acquaintances who have people in common.”
“Can you repeat that so I can write it down?” Kara sounds a little awed, like she can’t believe someone managed to say it so succinctly and with so much ease, like she couldn’t quite believe her feelings could be crammed into something so un-ramble-panic like.
“You’re adorably awkward and I can’t tell if you’re being serious.”
“I was mostly joking but maybe cue cards are exactly what I need.” Lena imagines the image of Kara she’s started to form from small information drops. Soft cardigans and well fitted trousers with fumbling hands that can’t remember the order of the cards, that scramble to right them as they flutter to the ground uselessly. Adorably awkward.
“What you need is to stop listening to other people’s opinions. You know how you feel, Kara. Just tell him those things and if he still tries to make you feel guilty for not feeling the same, then make him call me and I’ll swear at him down the phone for you.” She’d use her influence to track him down if she needed to. She wasn’t against using her name for her own means.
“You should start a side gig as an agony aunt.”
“I’m already an aunt and it is agony because my brother’s more childish than my niece and I feel like I’m raising them both half the time.” Lexi was four and she was already more mature than Lex, thankfully not taking after the frat boy nature of her namesake and instead taking after her long suffering, completely delightful mother (who Lena still couldn’t believe allowed Lex to name their child so obviously after himself like some circle jerk self portrait).
“Gasp. A brother? You mean you weren’t created in a lab specifically to satisfy people over the phone?” Kara jokes.
Lena’s heart flips. “Did you just verbally say gasp?”
“And what if I did?”
It’s a tease. A daring tease and Lena wants to rise to it. She wants to make this something more but she’s scared she doesn’t know where the line stands in this. She doesn’t know what’s not enough or what’s too much. She settles for honesty. “I’d think you were very cute.”
Kara’s quiet for a moment. Oddly Lena doesn’t panic. She feels calm in the rhythm of Kara’s breathing down the line. “Thank you. For the advice that is. Although the compliment was nice too.”
“Any time, Kara. For advice or compliments.”
“I should let you get back to it but… maybe we could speak again soon?”
Lena grins widely; glad her giddiness can’t be seen as she attempts to be cool in her response. “You know where to find me.”
Kara’s soft goodbye follows her for longer than it should. Everything about Kara lingered with her for longer than it should and she couldn’t bring it in herself to care. She thinks she rather likes it.
“Do you remember your first call?” Kara asks out of the blue one night when they’ve been talking for far longer than they probably should have, longer than Kara should be paying for, definitely longer than it feels. Time doesn’t work right around Kara. Lena doesn’t work right either.
“I remember I almost never did this again afterwards.” Lena is glad she did. It brought her a lot of laughs over the years, brought her a lot of friendships with women she never would have met otherwise. It brought her Kara too.
“That creepy?” Kara asks, the wince evident in her tone.
“He wanted me to moan like Elmo,” she admits. She did it too. She really did it and frankly she was pretty impressed with her own impression but that didn’t mean it didn’t still haunt her, didn’t mean she still couldn’t see Sesame Street in passing without shuddering. It had been Lexi’s favourite programme for a while – Lena made sure to nip that one in the bud.
“I’m sorry you had to suffer through that,” Kara laughs out the entire sentence.
“You don’t sound sorry at all.”
“I can laugh and be sorry.”
“I’ll allow it, if only because it’s such a nice laugh,” Lena says.
Kara’s giggles finally subside as she whispers out a low, “thank you” still seemingly unsure of how to accept the reverence in the tone of Lena’s compliments. Lena couldn’t tone it down if she tried.
She might’ve been embarrassed if Kara didn’t keep calling, if Kara didn’t keep saying things back, if Kara didn’t sound like she hadn’t heard something like it in a while (from someone other than William).
“What do you actually do when you’re… talking to people?” Kara asks.
Lena looks around her apartment.
Right now she’s sitting at her desk with low lamplight, sketching the same blueprint she’s been trying to make sense of for a couple weeks now. The same one she keeps being distracted from because of the girl down the phone – whether she was down the phone at the time or not.
Her hair is a day past greasy and slapped up in a bun. She’s in the same pyjama shorts and hoodie she’d worn all day, making the most of her day away from real life. She’s not entirely sure this is what Kara wants to hear. “Do you want the real answer or the sexy answer?”
“I find it very hard to believe that the real answer with you isn’t still insanely sexy.” Lena presses her cool hands to her rapidly heating cheeks, rolling her eyes at herself.
“What if I told you half the time I’m doing work I brought home with me? Or that sometimes I’m just sitting on my sofa in noodle stained sweats, watching TV out the corner of my eye?”
“I would say we’re finally having the kind of conversation I’m technically paying you for,” Kara jokes but drops her voice in a way Lena won’t be forgetting anytime soon and, if there were ever any doubt that Lena was super into her, it was definitely assuaged in that moment.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says and she both means it and doesn’t mean it at all.
“I am,” Kara agrees readily. Lena smothers her grin with her hand even though no one but she and her desk plant named Douglas can see. “I actually am though because I’ve really been imagining you sitting in some office surrounded by like whips and chains and really, really sexy cubicles.”
“Do whips and chains excite you?”
Kara laughs, “I understood that reference.”
Lena lets Douglas see her very dopey smile. “There is an office. Operators have to go in sometimes just to check in and we can sit in really, really sexy cubicles if we’d like but most of us have our lines linked elsewhere, so that we can bake cakes on speaker and hope the timer doesn’t give us away.”
“I bet you’d make a really good cake.”
Lena deliberately misunderstands. “I think I’d be pretty great too. I’d certainly look delicious covered in nothing but butter cream.”
“That’s not-“ Kara cuts off, whines a little. “Tess.” God Lena wishes she hadn’t given a fake name. She wishes she could hear Kara whine her real name in that tone. She wishes Kara would just call her up and say something sexual so she could finally give into it all because right now she felt like Kara had attached a rope to her leg and dipped her in a live volcano with no plan to pull her back out.
“What do you do? When we talk?” Lena asks when Kara makes no move to continue. She wants to be able to imagine her in return, even if it’s just a silhouette, even if she can’t paint in the details of her features. She wants to have some kind of vision of the epicentre of the earthquake in her chest.
“Sometimes I’m making dinner. Sometimes I paint. Right now I’m just lying in bed thinking that I really need to clean this one scarily intricate cobweb from the corner of my room.” Lena wanders over to her own bed at the confession, drops on top of the sheets.
“Please tell me you’re not afraid of spiders because one of us has to be willing to kill them.” They’ve been talking for weeks. Telling each other stories and secrets and memories. This isn’t the first time Lena has thought about them meeting but it’s the first time she’s thought about broaching the subject, even in such a thinly veiled way.
There’s a thoughtful beat on the other end of the phone that makes Lena think Kara gets the true gist of her words anyway. “I promise to kill any and all spiders that threaten you.”
“You didn’t say they don’t frighten you,” Lena points out.
“Oh I hate them but I feel like the support of a beautiful woman could push me to do most things. Just like a super gay adrenaline rush.”
“I’m sure I could think of plenty of things to inspire such a rush.”
“I’m sure you could,” Kara says, yawning in the next second. Lena hazards a look at the clock beside her bed, both surprised and entirely unsurprised to see its way past midnight. She doesn’t even want to think about how much Kara’s spending on these conversations. If she thinks too hard she knows she’ll have to stop and she doesn’t want to stop. Instead she keeps hoping that Kara will gather the courage to ask her for her number.
“I heard that, darling. You should go to sleep.”
“You should go to sleep.” The retort has no real strength.
“We both should."
“Probably,” Kara says. Neither of them make any move to follow through. Her voice comes again a thousand times quieter after a moment of silence, “Why is it so hard to hang up on you?”
“I wish I knew… I’ll count to three?” Kara hums her assent in response. It’s the longest count of three Lena has ever done. Kara says goodnight softly on one, just as Lena pulls the phone away to hang up.
For the first time in a long time Lena shuts off her lamp, tucks away her work and climbs back into bed to sleep during semi-normal hours. If only so her brain doesn’t have so much time to think about Kara.
(She dreams about her anyway).
Lena had never been very good at sharing things about herself. It wasn’t her natural state, to be so open. But Kara starts sharing things about herself, about her life, her fortune, her passion and she finds herself telling Kara she can ask anything and finding that she really means it.
For Kara she was an open book. She’d let Kara break her spine to check every grain of the borders of her pages if she asked. Let her pick at the lettering on the cover to see if anything was underneath. Let her inspect the blank spaces between lines to see what messages may have been hidden, even to her own understanding.
She doesn’t expect the question Kara asks to be something as normal as, “Is Tess your real name? I don’t need your actual name. I was just curious but maybe that’s totally invading your-“
She cuts in, “Lena. My real name is Lena. Tess is actually my middle name. Sort of.” She was an open book but an open book that didn’t need to be entitled Lutessa for as long as possible.
“Lena,” Kara repeats. Whispers it a few more times to test. It sounds a lot better on her tongue. Lena wishes she would say it a few more, to make up for lost time. “That makes more sense, I think.”
“I can’t explain it but it fits better with the way I imagine you in my head.”
Lena can’t help but tease. “You imagine me?”
“Constantly,” Kara says with casual strength.
“And what am I doing when you imagine me, Kara?” Lena drops her voice into something more than a tease. Let’s the vowels husk and the consonants flirt and hopes Kara takes the bait. She’s patient in her hope in spite of the desperate thump of her heart. She can’t do much more than she’s already done; it was up to Kara to adjust to the shift, to decide.
(She hoped she shifted soon.
Her patience was a façade).
“You’re-“ Kara starts. Lena swallows harshly in expectation. Then Kara’s voice comes again, far more panicked and rushed than before, “I have to go, Lena. Bye.”
“Wait, Kara, shit. I didn’t-“ Lena spews but the line is already dead. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She pushed it too far, that was too far, why did she push it that far? She’d been testing the waters for a while but maybe she shouldn’t have been testing, maybe she should’ve just been happy with how things were.
She was happy with how things were. Reasonably. Far more so than she was usually happy.
Lena stares at her phone for a moment in despair before slamming the top contact in her favourites list and planting face first onto her bed. Sam picks up on the first ring. At least Lena hadn’t managed to somehow ruin that relationship too yet.
“I’ve ruined everything,” she says or really just mumbles indiscernibly into her pillow.
“Lena, do not make me use my mom voice on you,” Sam warns. Lena would argue that she was already using her mom voice if that argument meant anything other than being on the receiving end of mom voice part two: full name edition.
Lena rolls over onto her back before repeating, “I’ve ruined everything.”
“With your nympho girlfriend?”
“She’s not a nympho, that’s the problem,” Lena groans, deliberately avoiding the other half of the question. She doesn’t think she could handle saying Kara’s not her girlfriend right now. She was far too vulnerable. Sam just laughs at her. “Not like that. I just- I really like her and sometimes my mouth starts moving and I fall back on what I’m used to and I think I went too far this time because she hung up on me. She actually hung up on me.”
Lena had never been hung up on in her life. Not even Lex had hung up on her in the heat of an argument when she told him his newly bald head looked like a ballbag (mostly because he was laughing so hard at the use of ballbag and the idea that Lena would have had to see one in her lifetime).
“What did you even say?”
“I just asked her what she does when she imagines me.” In the scheme of things that had come out of Lena’s mouth in her lifetime it was tame. In the scheme of things Lena had thought about Kara in their, for lack of a better term, relationship it was incredibly tame. In the scheme of things Kara was probably prepared for when she called Lena up, it probably wasn’t so tame.
“In the voice?”
“Yeah, in the voice.”
“It’s a really good voice.” There’s a knowing lilt to Sam’s words that has Lena remembering a time when she’d first confessed to her friend about her second job, when Sam had begged her to show her some of her phone moves, when Sam had visibly blushed and shuffled in her seat and told Lena to be careful wielding that weapon. She’d apparently forgotten to be careful.
“A really good voice that has ruined everything,” Lena bemoans.
“I’m sure you haven’t ruined anything, Lena. You’ve pushed the boundaries before and she always comes back, maybe she just got a little skittish or something else grabbed her attention. The amount she calls you she must be pretty important to be able to afford it.”
“Yeah, turns out she’s like a millionaire or something.”
“You ruined things with a cute millionaire?”
“You just said I didn’t ruin them!” Lena screeches.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Sam quickly tries to calm, her attempts ruined slightly by her far too amused laughter. “She’ll call, just be patient, and, while you wait for your lady love to make you feel better about your overactive imagination, please take me and Ruby out for dinner because I need to see another adult outside of the office or I’m going to lose my mind.”
Kara does call five days later. Five long days. Five days that Lena tries to fill with work, and various new hobbies, and taking Sam and Ruby out in spite of their constant teasing of her. Five days of refusing other calls just in case Kara called the line and she wasn’t available.
Every bad feeling disappears the second Kara calls back.
All she remembers is how warm Kara makes her feel.
(And how supremely fucked she is).
She can’t stop thinking about Kara.
Blonde haired, blue eyed, apparently visibly muscular Kara who probably smiled like the sun and put everyone around her at ease and was guaranteed to smell like honey or something else saccharine and delightful. Lena wanted to know if she was right, she needed to know if she was right.
But she couldn’t ask. She couldn’t ask her what she smelled like or what the skin of her neck tasted like or how warm she’d feel against the palm of her hands, how soft her own hands would be, and yet those were the questions that constantly plagued her. Those were the questions she thought about asking all the time, no matter how much she smothered them.
She wants to know everything about Kara. She’s already enamoured with everything she knows so far - how much she loves her family, the way her brain works through problems, the way she crafts a tale, and how she downplays how wonderful she is at every turn unlike most of the people Lena has met in her kinds of circles, with her kind of money.
She wants to know everything. So, when Kara connects this time with a jovial, “hi, Lena!” It’s her turn to spew out a random question in double-time.
“What’s your favourite season?” For someone of her IQ, she really was so stupid.
Kara laughs, jokingly asking, “Are you filling out a Buzzfeed quiz?”
“No I- I’ve been thinking about you.” Lena is a little too honest. Kara inhales a little too sharply. She decides to be a little too honest again. “And knowing more about you and apparently my mouth translated that into asking you about the physical passage of time.”
“I think about asking you stupid questions all the time,” Kara says kindly. “Not that your question was stupid! Just… mundane? Generally unimportant to life but super important to me, is what I mean.” Lena presses her smile into her hand at Kara’s ramble. “I like spring. I like the vibrancy of the flowers coming through and the way the days keep getting a little bit longer. I like the stars, they were the first ones my parents ever taught me to understand.”
“You seem like a spring person.” All new life and bursting, blooming colours. The perfect embodiment of slowly returning warmth and light. Knowing Kara was like travelling through spring and Lena had only experienced it in part. “Okay, next question, which one of these holiday destination pictures speaks to you the most?”
Kara laughs, “It’s definitely my turn to ask a question.”
“Anything,” Lena promises once again.
“What’s your favourite food?” She asks in all seriousness and Lena would be lying if she said she didn’t want, more than anything, to know if the smile on Kara’s face matched the one on hers. If she too was twiddling with whatever was around her stupidly. If she also was struggling to get her heart to stop clawing at the fragile cage in her chest.
“I’d like to pretend it’s something fancy but god I just love fries.” It’s not what anyone would guess from looking in her fridge or seeing what she ate for lunch but it’s what she leant towards when she was feeling bad, or feeling extra happy, or just in need of a salt fix.
“My turn. What’s your favourite-“
They go back and forth for a while asking ridiculous questions, never really touching on anything too real, just surface questions and favourite things and it’s great – to feel like she knows Kara without really knowing her life at all, to feel like she knows her at her core instead of knowing her experiences, instead of painting a picture through her story as a whole and not her actions within it.
There’s no doubt about it.
Lena was going to be in love with her.
Lena doesn’t sleep all night when Kara calls her drunk.
Or, she does, just not very well. She sleeps in twenty minute increments and five second blinks and a thousand shuffles that finally have her giving up. She starts doing work instead and it works, until it doesn’t, until she realises she can’t focus properly on that either and she decides it’s late enough in the morning to finally go grab the coffee she’d been craving for hours.
Noonan’s isn’t the closest coffee shop to her apartment. It’s fifteen minutes further away from the cart across the street from her door, ten minutes further then the café around the corner where the owner’s cat vaguely attacks customers, three minutes from the coffee shop Sam swears is the best in the city (the one Lena definitely does not agree with).
Noonan’s requires a peaceful walk through the park, and paying a little more for a drink she could get made just as well elsewhere, but it always smells like cinnamon and the staff never offer fake smiles and Lena quite likes the look of honest despair and boredom - she relates to it.
Noonan’s isn’t the closest coffee shop to her apartment but it has the best oat and raisin cookies in the city and it has her bumping into Kara. Physically. Beautifully.
Lena couldn’t believe her luck, still couldn’t believe her luck even with the proof of it in her hand. The proof being Kara’s hand. Holy hell in a hand basket they were actually holding hands. In person. And Kara was the prettiest women she’d ever seen.
Sunglasses pushed to the top of her head as if to prove to Lena she had her full attention, even though it left her bright blue eyes squinting at the sun. Her bun is a little messy, her t-shirt is more than crumpled and there’s a stickiness to her lips from too much icing from the sticky buns she hastily added to Lena’s order before they left.
Lena thinks she looks perfect.
Hungover and perfect.
Lena can’t stop looking, hasn’t stopped since she first laid eyes on Kara (she’s not even sure which park they’re walking in, or if it’s even a park and not just some field she’s going to be murdered in). She’s surreptitious with her gazes at first, until she finds that, when she looks, Kara is always already looking her way. Then she’s just bold.
“You’re staring,” Lena says, hypocritical as ever.
Kara smiles as she returns the observation, “You are too.”
“Just making sure you’re actually real.” Lena uses her free hand to poke Kara’s cheek in faux inspection. Her skin is really soft. Lena is really gay.
Kara lightly bats her finger away. “Says the woman who looks like that. You look like a painting from some Arthurian legend about a woman so beautiful she killed anyone who dared to look at her.” A blush takes hold of Lena’s cheeks. “The red in your cheeks really brings out your eyes.”
“Stop it,” Lena says but her smile cools any heat her words might’ve attempted to have.
“I feel like I’m still a little drunk. Not on alcohol or anything. I swear I’m of sound mind and making good decisions, I just—I got so used to just hearing you and now I feel like every single one of my senses is being overwhelmed by you.”
“You’re very charming.” Kara’s cheeks copy the shade of Lena’s. “I know what you mean though. Since we’re both being weird I suppose now is the time to admit I’ve been wondering what you smell like for weeks.” Maybe that was too weird.
“Why don’t you come in here and find out?” Or maybe that boundary didn’t exist with Kara. Lena steps into Kara’s arms the moment she opens them, wraps her arms around her waist and drops her face into her neck with barely concealed excitement.
She smells like sea salt and strawberry. Like perfume half wiped off in her sheets. Like faint cinnamon buns and coffee grinds. It’s Lena new favourite smell. “Never let go.”
“What if I had my own burning question?” Kara asks. Lena leans back far enough that without removing herself from Kara’s grasp, to tilt her chin up towards Kara.
“What would you like to know?” Kara kisses her in answer. It’s brief. A request for consent, a testing of unsure boundaries, a slight indulgence of an ever growing want. She pulls back ever so slightly, waits for Lena’s response. Lena kisses her in answer, presses herself in more surely, falls into the rhythm Kara’s lips create. It’s worth the wait. No matter how hard that wait was.
Kara smiles softly as they part. “You taste like coffee.”
“Not all the time. Not everywhere.” It’s mostly a joke (it’s mostly not).
“Would you like to know the address to my apartment now?”
Lena laughs, “I would really love that.”
They mostly talk that evening. Lena mostly stares as she watches the way Kara’s mouth makes words she’s heard from her lips so many times before, as she watches the way she gesticulates with her hands and ever so slightly bounces in her seat when she gets excited.
She mostly stares as she pairs the image of Kara in front of her with the one she’d tried to imagine so many times before. She mostly stares until Kara kisses her again and all she sees is the back of her eyelids and the darkness in which fireworks burst in silent beauty.
“What’re you wearing?” Lena purrs as Kara picks up the phone. It’s not actually what she called for. She can’t remember which restaurant they’re supposed to be meeting at that evening but it was always worth a shot, it was always worth hearing Kara’s responding laugh at her attempts.
“Lena, stop, I’m not having phone sex with you.” She was though. Eventually. Lena could feel her walls crumbling, could hear the indecision in deep pauses, the want hidden beneath the nerves.
“I don’t know what you’re so afraid of.”
“You’re practically an expert. I’m not gonna pick up a racket and challenge Serena Williams either.”
“But you’re so good at it when we’re in bed.” So good. Shockingly amazing. Lena hadn’t known what to expect the first time Kara had invited her into her bed. She never could’ve prepared herself for the immediate demeanour shift in the otherwise restrained and utterly adorable Kara. You would never catch her complaining though. She was more than happy to get swept up in strong, sure hands and low timbre tones that worked with certain purpose.
“That’s completely different. I’m emboldened by your boobs then.”
Lena grins, quickly flicking onto her camera roll and sending a recent photo for occasions such as this. “That should help get things going.”
“What-“ Kara’s voice dips away from the speaker and then, further away from the phone, Lena hears a low holy shit before the line cuts off completely. She pulls the phone away from her face confused, almost clicks to dial again before an unfamiliar number interrupts her. She picks up curiously.
“I broke my phone.” Kara’s voice comes through. Lena’s stomach tenses with the laughter that bursts abruptly from her in response before she can catch it.
“Where are you calling from?”
“Apparently I still have a landline.”
“Ooh, landline sex.”