shallow-seas-we-sail: femaleheroes: Supercorp proposal involving an advent calendar. But Kara eats a
shallow-seas-we-sail: femaleheroes: Supercorp proposal involving an advent calendar. But Kara eats all the chocolate and they get engaged on December first Lena had always considered herself excellent at giving gifts. Expensive bottles of wine and cigars to shareholders and all expenses paid vacations for Sam and Ruby. There was a time though in her life where her gifts were transactional; pulling strings at the D.A for James had nearly cost her their relationship. Hell, she had practically given Andrea CatCo after, well.. It doesn’t matter much now But then there was Kara. And Kara. Wow. She gave and received with such humility and earnest adoration, that naturally Lena was skeptical about someone being that enthusiastic about roses overflowing in their cramped cubicle. But some years later, after their rift, after Lex and Nyxly, when life was finally quiet and still, Kara had shown her the yellow, white, and red petals delicately pressed in a nondescript book that sat on her bedside table. It left Lena with her heart beating madly against the cage of her ribs when her fingers ghosted over the dried flowers. “You kept them?” Lena said, a hitch of awe catching in the back of her throat. Kara chuckled as she reached out and took the book from Lena’s hand, closing it gently, “Of course. You gave them to me. It’s not like I could have kept all of them. You practically turned my office into a botanical garden.” Lena arched an eyebrow, and pressed Kara with an unconvinced look, “You have a Pulitzer.” Kara shrugged and glanced down, her finger running along the spine of the book, “So? Honestly, I don’t even know where that thing is. I think it’s in a box in the back of my closet somewhere? Not that it matters. Well… it does matter, but not like this does,” she raises the book in her hand, motioning with it weakly. “Seems like the Luthors’ have you in good standing. Roses, Pulitzers. Maybe you’ll write the screenplay and get yourself an Oscar. Heaven knows there is enough salacious material.” The words come out more flippant than Lena expected; carrying more bite than she would ever mean towards Kara, and she inwardly cursed herself. A sad smile tugged at the corner of Kara’s mouth as she turned and placed the book back on the tables beside her bed. Lena tapped her fingers nervously against her leg when Kara hesitated to turn around. “Actually, I have something better.” Kara said, pressing a hand onto her bed as she knelt down and reached underneath. She pulled out a worn shoebox and stood, placing it on top of the bed, “I’ve kept a bunch of stuff from our relationsh-..” Kara cleared her throat, “friendship over the years.” continue on ao3 Keep reading -- source link
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