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If you had told me sooner - Chapter 1

Description: What should have happened in the Fortress of Solitude when Lena told Kara she knew the Supergirl secret, Season 5 Episode 7. And then it immediately just gets off track. And then it turns into a musical. And then it finally gets gay.

Author’s note: This story is also posted on AO3. Only my discord friends saw this coming ahahahaha~

[Supergirl Season 5 episode 7 - when they’re fighting in the fortress of Solitude]

After Mxy happened with It’s a Super Life. Kara went back to that part, had to relive that horrible time all over again. The whole “If you forgive me, I’ll be there for you. If you work with Lex, I’ll stop you just as I would any other villain.” Yeah that? No. Don’t like that, didn’t happen. So onward with the gay.

Rating: T

Words: 5,550

Series: Supergirl (TV 2015)

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Characters / Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Genre: romance, hurt & comfort, fluff, angst.

Link to the AO3 copy: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22971949/chapters/54915007

The universe says that some things cannot be fixed with hugs. Kara Zor-El Danvers believes otherwise. Standing there while Lena yelled at her and holding that bomb Myriad thing, all Kara did was contemplate her entire life, her entire friendship. You see when mxy was sending Kara back in time to try and find a point to properly confess to Lena, Kara realized that when everything went to hell, there is no better way to fix a fight than with a hug.

Lena was yelling that she wasn't a villain. That Kara should have told her and not deceived her like everyone else. That she thought they were best friends, Kara should have trusted her.

Kara knew what she had to do even if Lena didn't trust her or like her or care for her anymore.

Kara flew at Lena, knocking the Myriad bomb out of her hands, hugging her tightly but safely for her strength.

"Kara what- What are you doing?! Get off of me!" Lena yelled struggling to no avail to get the kryptonian off of her.

"No!" Kara yelled, surprising the upset Luthor.

"I know I hurt you! That I betrayed you, that I deceived you. I should have told you and I didn't! I didn't want to put you in harm's way and I couldn't find the right time! Don't you know how hard it is to not tell you things? The number one villain rule is to target the loved ones of a superhero! Someone could have, would have come after you and I know you can handle yourself but I couldn't risk it! Damnit Lena! I love you! More than a friend, than a best friend! You're the most important person in my whole life! I know you're upset but I'm not about to deceive you like everyone else in your life has! I'm sorry Lex told you first, but he told you to get between us, to ruin us and it worked! He's a villain! Taking my loved ones away!"

Pulling away, Kara was shaking, sniffling, crumbling. It was.. really sad.

"If you hate me... then fine. I can't change your mind. I'm so so sorry Lena... I won't ever bother you ever again." And with that, Kara turned to leave, too depressed to fly. She was literally walking out of the fortress of solitude. Leaving Lena there to stare in shock and disbelief at what she'd heard. Kara... loved her... and watching her leave like that, then looking at Myriad on the floor... something ached in her chest and it wasn't hate.

"Kara wait!"

This was ridiculous. Love? Kara? With her ? Lena Luthor. Lena Luthor . A super in love with a Luthor.

Lena’s over-intelligent brain was going through everything, every little thing. Since they’d got here, no, their entire friendship. She was more than sane enough to go through their.. 2, 3 years of friendship, over-analyzing everything. And then, watching Kara’s sad, shaking, hunched form as she walked out of the Fortress of Solitude, and Lena’s cold, frozen, stone, locked iron heart unlocked, melted again. She could almost cry again, but for another reason. Guilt? Apology? At times like this, before... everything... she wanted to comfort Kara, hold her, rub her back, hug her, tell her it was okay, that everything was okay. But… she couldn’t. Not like this.

A few minutes of more thinking, honestly, regretfully, Lena put Myriad back where it belonged. She sighed with a clench of her fists, before finally turning and making her way out of the Fortress of Solitude, finding Kara actually sitting on the ground, well, ice, knees to her chest, crying. It broke Lena’s heart, but then she remembered everything else. Killing Lex Luthor for her. The secret she’d learned from the enemy. She couldn’t shake that. Regardless of Kara’s reasons.

She was broken from her thoughts with Kara looking up at her, tears streaming down her cheeks, eyes risen sadly but a little hopeful. Wanting to apologize again, but Lena held up a hand.

“I think we should be apart for some time. I really need to think about things.” She said in her serious Luthor voice, the one usually reserved for depressing, frustrating, irritation business matters.

Kara broke Lena’s heart yet again when she sniffled and nodded her head, crumpling her form if she could do so anymore.

Giving an almost sympathetic sigh, Lena called for a pickup from her very discreet security, one of the few, very few good things that came from Lex. She would wipe the pilot’s mind of this place later from the mind control technology she'd gotten with that Martian's evil brother. Surprisingly enough, as the jet appeared, Lena went towards it, and upon ascending, in a soft voice she knew only Kara could hear, she looked back, not looking at her directly, and spoke.

“Kara, I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.” And like that, the Luthor was gone, out of sight, headed back to her safe spaces in L-Corp, National City.

And another surprising thing, Kara watched her leave, disappear, and as the paragon she was...

Kara actually had a little hope.

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It had been 4 days so far. Just 4 days.

Kara’s POV.

The first, Kara sad and moping, too depressed to move, watch tv, even touch her favorite ice cream, Alex and Nia came over to comfort her and make her feel better, practically having to shove Kara’s favorite potstickers down her throat because Kara refused to eat. Get out of bed. She was super deadweight and even though the women wanted to complain, they knew Kara was hurting badly, and they had to give her sympathy. Eyes droopy, down to the floor, they were surprised Kara kept her breathing up, she’d forgotten to breathe before. Unfortunately they had work so they couldn’t care for Kara long. Kara’s friends made the rounds, each visiting her, taking care of her.

The second day Kara got around to caring for herself, just doing little things. Her heart, her whole body ached with sadness and her brain never quit once to torture her of the previous events. But at least she was mobile again. She managed to get a bit of food and water into her system without extra hands, but still, her body ached at the emotional loss of her bestest friend.

The third day, the world started to panic ridiculously, as it always did. Where was Supergirl? Why had she been missing? She was always seen around National City at least twice a day by someone, so where had the heroine gone? Of course the news started getting around. CatCo denied and refused anything about it, not having an opinion. Everyone there also knew of Kara’s absence, the excuse being she had a really bad cold and would miss a while, using her saved sick days even when working for Cat Grant. But alas, James, Winn, Lena… knew the truth about the situation, but they didn’t say anything. The guys didn’t speak a word to Lena about it, as it wasn’t their place.

The fourth day, Kara would joke to say the city was on fire because Supergirl didn’t come to put out the flames. At least the city’s fire and police departments were getting their exercise. Who cares! Supergirl deserved some time off. But trying to turn her super hearing off, Kara stared out the windows of her apartment, sighing sadly, wishing and waiting for the phone call she hoped for every day. But it didn’t come. She practically had her phone on full blast, scaring the daylights out of herself if someone else called her. But she swore it was worth it...

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Lena’s POV

The dumbest 4 days of her life.

Burying herself in L-Corp work she’d put off with all the.. cringe.. Superhero work. Well, now was a good time as any to get caught up. She awkwardly remembered she was a lawyer before all cape-wearing hell broke loose. Oh well.

Unlike Kara, Lena didn’t have too many friends... She got Brainy as a part-time assistant since her prized tech had sacrificed itself, and with that her original assistant too. Well... she should really get around to making friends at some point.

Her first day was quiet, lonely. Barely ate, kept up her hydration with a mix of water and alcohol. Which wasn’t too good either. But she was getting through paperwork. It was calm.

Day 2 was less so. More work, finally getting food since her stomach was torturing her. But alas, quiet again. She was determined to be busy, to not think too much. It had only been 2 days.

And then it were 3.

Day 3, she was more lax. Work pretty much done, Brainy being ordered by the very much alive Lex Luthor to keep his sister alive while she secluded herself with the disappointing contemplation of “pitiful friendships with worthless people, especially supers” Lex had said.

Lena decided to watch some tv after finishing her work, grumbling when it meant she didn’t have much to do now. Upon seeing the news, the regular channel her tv usually stayed on, there were worried reports about a “missing Supergirl.” Lena sighed, knowing it was probably because of their... fight. Knowing the Kara side of things, the blonde was probably holed up in her loft, crying and either only eating comfort foods, or nothing at all. The small part of humanity, Lena believed, almost felt bad. But no. Kara had betrayed her. Lied to her, deceived her for so long. She wouldn’t be changed. She was hurt. So she rolled her eyes at the tv, and the rest of the day she caught up on some Netflix, getting as comfortable as she could in the big modern office.

And Day 4 for Lena, she was bored. Still hurt. But now, because of her copious amounts of free time, she decided to see from a 3rd point of view, her memories. And thankfully she could remember each and every one clearly.

The longer she stayed in her head, reviewing everything, the more her heart sank. All the lies, all the secrets from Kara... all the nice things Kara did for her, the way Kara looked at her when she thought Lena wasn’t looking... A pit began to form in her stomach, slightly guilty. And because the contacts allowed her to morph imagination into reality... her mind went faster than she intended it to, because when she suddenly found herself pinning a certain superhero to her desk, both faces flush, Kara’s stomach against the cool glass and metal, and Lena leaned right up against her curves, gripping her hair and whispering something she couldn’t make out into the shell of the blonde’s ear, well...

Lena immediately turned the contacts off, gasping for air with hands tightly gripping the chair’s arms. What the hell was that? Was she... with Kara... and they were... She shook her head dramatically, opting not to do that again. Damnit, now she felt cool under her dress. What the hell. Damnit. It was probably just an accident in her head, mind wandering a little too far being cooped up in this place for half a week. So she decided to go out, go home, get some sleep. And not have weird sexy dreams of mounting National City’s finest.

The days after that were long and dry. Supergirl eventually got back out, flying, helping, saving. She was on the news yet again and when reporters asked what happened to her, she said honestly, into the camera “I really hurt a friend. I didn’t mean to, but I did. So I’ve been trying to put things behind me, accept the fact that this probably broke our friendship, and if there was even a chance of anything more, that’s gone too. Sometimes things happen, and... you can’t fix it. You can apologize as much as you’d like, but in the end, the one who was hurt the most, it’s up to them. If they want to forgive you, or forget you. Whatever she chooses… I accept.” And then, as one super did, she took off to the next objective.

Lena occasionally saw a blue and red blur through the sky when she looked up, making her sigh, roll her eyes and look away. And upon turning on the news again, watching the interview, Lena grumbled, trying to rub the pink out of her face. Why was her heart racing. Why did her chest ache? She didn’t love Kara. Not like that. Jesus, get it together Lena. You were stone cold, an icy glacier.

So why.. Was stupid Kara Danvers… suddenly melting her heart?

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“... And I don’t know why I keep having..” She paused, looking around the little restaurant her and Sam were at, as if feeling she was being watched because of course she was, but Lena sighed and rubbed her temples. “ Odd dreams of her.”

“Odd as in?”

“You know what I mean, do not make me say it out loud.” Lena growled, squinting her eyes as she tapped on the menu book in frustration.

“Have you maybe considered that you li-”

“No. I already told you what she did.”

“Lena.” Sam called, having serious eyes and hands on the other’s. “I know she hurt you, I’d be hurt too but you have to understand that when people have… abilities, they become a symbol. A big huge beacon that everyone can see, can follow, like a lighthouse. But sometimes, people get offended, threatened by such a beacon. It’s too bright, too helpful, too kind, whatever. They want to tear it down, hurt it. Destroy it. And if this beacon has anything it cares about, finding that care and tearing it down too, can ruin the lighthouse that much faster. She did it to really protect you. She wanted to tell you, and she just couldn’t find the right time, because what with your mother, and Lex, and Crisis, and even my.. Crazy super side... when was there a real opportunity to sit down, take a deep breath, and unbox another massive thing alongside all of that?”

Listening carefully, staring into Sam’s eyes, once Lena completely understood, she looked incredibly pissed off, which made Sam laugh right away.

“You know I hate it when you’re right.”

“Oh I know, and it’s hilarious. So what are you going to do?”

“Well first I’m going to drink a lot of red wine, get something to eat… and figure out how I feel about her.”

Giving another laugh, Sam patted Lena’s hands before pulling away. “So, you forgive her?”

“I... I guess. I’ll have to have a long, long talk with her.”

“So that’s an indefinite yes.”

“Yes…”

“And?”

Sigh. “I haven’t dated as much as everyone else, alright. I don’t even know how I’d approach this.”

Sam contemplated, while waving a waiter over, taking their orders and then going off. “Why don’t you call up a bunch of Kara’s friends, to get advice not just on her, but dating women in general. From what I hear, a lot of Kara’s friends are queer.”

Lena blinked, before groaning. Gosh. She would have, what, 4, 5 women making fun of her for being a grumpy Luthor with a crush on a super rather than a grudge. This was going to be great.

“We’re gonna need a whole bottle tonight, Sam.”

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And so, the sun was in the middle of the sky, as 6 women sat in park benches all around. It was almost mortifying for Lena. Alex, Kara’s sister. Nia Noll, Kara’s super friend and ally within the not-so-newly-shapen CatCo. Then Sam, Lena’s one real friend, surprisingly enough. Then the worst of them. Well, worst for Lena’s conflicted mood. Alex had suggested and then carried through calling some more super friends for Lena to really get a good view and grip on the thoughts, lifestyle and feelings of actual queer women. Not that Alex wasn’t up to it, she just needed some more help. Sara Lance, and her adoring partner Ava Sharpe. Upon dating a super, Ava knew all about… everything. The two never kept secrets, so everyone was brought up to speed about the situation.

“So, yes… I guess.. I’ve come around to put an end to the anger I have for Kara, but I just wanted some outside opinions on-” Lena began, before being cut off.

“Dating women.” Sara interrupted, with that little gay smirk.

Lena snapped her head with embarrassed fury towards Sara, before fixing her skirt as she did and huffing.

“I don’t love her. I just wanted some… advice on how to deal with her feelings.” Lena said matter-of-factly.

“Because you want to return them.” Sara said again, having a shit-eating grin on her face. Ava gave a little laugh, patting her lover’s arm, hand and shoulder.

“Lena it’s completely normal and natural to feel this way.” Ava assured her, and everyone gave cute little nods together.

“Yeah besides, with how much Kara talks about you, I’m surprised this is only happening now and not ages ago.” Nia added, with Alex giving a knowing smile.

“Gosh, how my sister finally accepted her feelings and would just drone on and on about how much she cared about you. It might come as a shock but she was really stressed out all the time, wanting to tell you her secret but knowing you were too busy with the Luthor stuff so she kept quiet, not wanting to bother you.”

Oh… wow. Lena swallowed, trying to ignore the continued growing guilt in her gut. Kara was so upset, so stressed out, about her secret, her own problems and life but she shoved it all down for Lena. For Lena… because Kara loved Lena, not just platonically, but romantically. Maybe even…

“No!” Lena shouted, standing from her bench, startling all the other women.

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Then she sighed, releasing some of the tension that had been built in her system.

“Gods... what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn...”

Suddenly she started singing as the sun began to set, and all the other women looked at each other, smirking at themselves and then Lena.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that..”

The brunette picked up a flower, twirling it in her fingers before tossing it away.

“No person’s worth the aggravation… that’s ancient history been there, done that.

The women began to stand, all in a row next to each other before they too began to sing at the forlorn Lena Luthor.

“Who’d you think you’re kidding? She’s the Earth and Heaven to you, try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya,”

“Oh nooo!”

“Girl you can’t conceal it, we know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of!” Sam picked up the flower Lena had tossed, eagerly waving it within Lena’s view but she swatted it away with her hand, pacing away slowly, eyes half-lidded before she continued singing.

“Ohhhh, no chance, no way, I won’t say it no no.”

“You swoon, you sigh, why deny it oh-oh.” The women sang, crowding Lena with big grins, but again the Luthor waved them off.

“It’s too cliche, I won’t say I’m in love.” She means, really? A Luthor and a Super? No way. It was impossible. Their kinds were enemies. There was no way she was in love with Kara. Regardless of how the other felt.

The other woman cooed and sung in the background, following Lena as the gorgeous sunset brushed her face. They moved through National City Park, Lena unconsciously moving to the city’s large hero statue. The women all smirked even more if they could, they knew better and would continue to argue.

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson” (from loving and trusting people close to her, that it was a mistake) “it feels so good when you start out... My head is screaming ‘Get a grip, girl!’ unless you’re dying to cry your heart out, ohhhh oh!” Lena sang out, even putting a hand on her chest with the other extended, spinning herself and twirling as she belted out the tune.

“You keep on denyin’ who you are and how you’re feelin’, and baby we’re not buying, hun we saw you hit the ceiling! Face it like a grownup, when’re you gonna own up that you’ve-”

“Got!” Sara sang out.

“Got,” Added Nia.

“Got it ba-ad!” They sang in unison, all facing Lena with pointed fingers at her.

Lena stared with a startled look, before sighing, turning away and running a hand through her head. “Woahhhhh.”

“No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no no.”

“Give up, give in-” they sang, as Lena suddenly found herself up against the large stone statue of National City’s own Supergirl, making a power pose. A goofy lovestruck grin was plastered on her face, imagining those strong arms embracing her, holding her with love like nothing else mattered.

“Check the grin, you’re in loooove.” Sam called out to her with a snarky smile, insisting in song that Lena was beyond head-over-heels for Kara Zor-El.

Upon hearing such a call-out, her grin disappeared, she hopped down from the statue, and shook her arms away from her in an “Absolutely not!” fashion.

“This scene, won’t play. I won’t say I’m in loooooooooove-”

“You’re doing flips! Read our lips, YOU’RE IN LOVE!!”

“You’re way off base, I won’t say it,”

Almost giving into Lena’s boasting, they sang a line of agreement, shaking their heads in unison while Lena sang her line. “She won’t say in love..”

“Get off my case, I won’t say it!” Lena half-sang/half-growled, glaring at the background singers with eyes ablaze with… denial.

Then the group grinned and moved to sit Lena down on what felt like the lap of a second stone statue. Lena instinctively wrapping her arms around the neck of the oddly smaller stone superhero statue with her eyes closed, before glaring at the group again.

“Girl don’t be proud, it’s okay, you’re in loooove.” They sang again, Ava giving Lena the flower she’d previously picked and discarded, before all of them shrugging, waving goodbye, and walking together out of the park as they finished their background singing.

“Ohhhhh.... at least out loud…” Lena began, curling close to the statue, holding the flower against the statue’s neck, not realizing one of the arms had gone under her legs, and was lifting her into the air,

“I won’t say I’m in.... loooooove…”

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la, hahhhh…” The women sighed and swooned as they left the scene, and once the song was over, Lena opened her eyes to get a grip on herself, before screaming in surprise more than terror upon seeing she was way in the air over the park, in the arms of none other than her supposed nemesis, Kara Zor-El.

“I suppose we should talk about things, huh…” She laughed awkwardly.

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Lena insisted they go to Lena’s penthouse, the apartment building closest to L-Corp while still being away enough to separate Lena’s work from her private life, if she even had one.

Her place was so white, so pristine, so modern. Kara, in her Supergirl outfit, landed on Lena’s balcony, gently putting her down.

“Were you following me? Did you know I’d be out there?” Lena asked right away, crossing her arms from leaning against the doorframe, blocking Kara from really entering her home.

“No! I wasn’t! Alex texted me during your uh,”

“Musical escapades,” Lena offered, rolling her eyes.

“Right, uh, yeah she told me to come down, said it was a good time to talk to you.”

Jeez, the Danvers sure were a team.

“Your song was really lovely. I didn’t know you could sing so well.”

Lena gave a playful smirk, with those mischievous eyes. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Supergirl.” She teased, before her face went serious, and she turned away, chucking her head a little to the side to silently invite Kara in.

“Do you have spare clothes? It.. feels a bit weird seeing you like this.” Lena murmured, hugging her arms to her chest as she sat down on the white couch.

“Oh! Uh, I’ll get changed hold on-” Kara flew to her place as fast as she could, changed, and flew back in a simple light blue blouse and dark blue jeans. Lena offered her one of the comfy white chairs across from the couch. Awkwardly Kara sat down, wringing her hands or fiddling with her glasses as she did when she was nervous. Lena almost felt bad. Maybe just a bit.

With a sigh, Lena got comfy before looking at Kara, then she sighed a little again. Gosh... Kara was so beautiful. Wait hold on. They were here to talk. That was all.

“So.. Kara. If that's even your real name?”

Kara looked incredibly offended, her face painted with hurt at such a first question, but she answered kind of angry. “Really?” Kara pouted, crossing her arms.

Lena shrugged with a smile, one Kara loved so much. Upon seeing a smile growing on Kara’s face, she looked away before making eye-contact. The seriousness was going to come by.

“Tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kara looked guilty, looking down, giving that whole vibe as if someone kicked a puppy. “I... I don’t know… I just.. I could never find the right moment, and then..”

“And then I found out by myself.”

“Right…”

“Because I was busy with all my stress, and the labs, and Lex.”

Kara visibly cringed.

“Being a Luthor, and my mother, the office, having CatCo at one point..”

Kara nodded, eyes full of guilt, sorrow, as she kept agreeing. Whether it was just to acknowledge or she really was agreeing with everything, nobody really knew.

Lena sighed again, running her hands against her temples, this time her sigh felt guilty and Kara actually lifted her head when she felt it. “I was so busy with everything, stressed out, with all the drama and the danger, you were always there for me when you could be. When you weren’t saving the world, when you weren’t helping other people, when you weren’t being Supergirl.”

Kara winced again, as if taking a kick to her actual form. She tried her hardest not to tear up because she felt so bad. But then suddenly there was a shadow over her face, and felt something on her cheek, it wasn’t just the tear that ran down… there… was something else. She looked up a little to see a thumb, then a hand, then an arm, and… Lena was standing over her, looking sad. Sympathetic.

Lena knelt down to be a little lower in height then Kara because of the chair, but then she painfully dragged the glass table over and sat on it to sit directly in front of Kara, doing her best to have her hand sit on Kara’s face the whole time. Once she was sitting, her other hand went on the left armrest. She wiped at Kara’s face with her thumb, stroking her cheek, and looking into those big sad blue puppy eyes, she nodded, and was almost relieved to give Kara permission to give her pale hand soft kisses to the muscle below the thumb, and her palm.

Kara was almost overjoyed at the touching, Lena’s sad eyes meant something. She put a hand over Lena’s, placing very light kisses upon the thumb’s base, and the palm, sliding it a little off her face to kiss the center of her hand but just as soon put the hand back on her face, taking a deep breath with a laugh when she heard Lena chuckle. This hand was practically her lifeline right now.

Lena smiled through sad eyes, but then frowned and Kara looked horrified like she’d just run over Lena’s dog. Oh Rao, what had she done to upset Lena now?!

“So… you kept the secret from me to protect me. That’s the truth, right?”

Kara nodded frantically, still holding the hand but even more delicately like if she really held onto it, it might break or turn to dust.

“You were keeping me safe from the possibility that someone might realize you have someone you care about, they’ll try to use that care against you. Right?”

Again Kara nodded, this time tears began to pool in her eyes and she did her best to be quiet, keep them in, not make a sound despite how much a whimper wanted to escape.

“You wanted to keep me safe. You couldn’t tell me your secret because you were too worried about all the other stress I had going on, you knew that this secret would just add to the load. You wanted to, as my best friend, but just couldn’t find the time? You absolutely wanted to but it just never found a time to come up. That’s the most part, right?” Lena was putting it into much better words than Kara ever could, not just because she couldn’t form a single word through the shaky sobs right now.

Then suddenly Lena stood, taking her hand with her. She moved the table back to its original spot. She moved away from Kara, back to the sofa on the other side of the table. Kara looked horrified. She’d done it. She’d ruined everything. Their friendship was over. Lena was going to kick her out, work with Lex, become her enemy. Kara morphed her face into the saddest thing ever possible, then she put her glasses onto the table to cover her eyes and face with her hands as she still tried hard, but the sobs, the whimpers were causing her to shake, almost violently, until-

“Come here Kara.”

Her sobs, her whimpers, her crying froze, and she looked up at Lena, who still had half-lidded eyes, but a small smile on her face. With knees to her chest, one arm on the closest arm rest, the other arm was extended out, patting the seat next to her. C’mere, girl.

Kara hesitated, as if this was a trick, a trap. In case Lena didn’t mean it, that this was how it ended, but then-

“Kara, please come here.”

With superspeed, Kara sat next to Lena, causing a slightly powerful gust of wind to go through but not enough to topple or damage anything. She sat on the couch with her back straight, legs pressed together, hands on her lap like the good girl she was, until Lena put her own legs on the floor, and reached over to drag Kara onto her lap. Kara was confused but she didn’t dare resist. Lena pulled Kara onto her lap, and with a grunt she moved herself and Kara to the middle of the couch so Kara could actually sit on Lena’s lap and also stretch her legs. Then Lena pulled Kara to her chest, wrapped Kara’s arms around Lena’s sides, and kind of gently forced them into a slightly awkward hugging position. Once Kara understood, she moved around a bit to make herself more comfortable, and as soon as Lena spoke again, giving her permission, Kara did exactly as she was told.

“It’s okay Kara. I forgive you. Let it all out. ”

And Kara did. She hugged Lena tight, not to hurt her, but a real genuine hug, and let out all her sobs onto Lena’s shirt. The brunette rolled her eyes but chuckled, rubbing Kara’s back and holding her close.

It was maybe an hour or two later. Poor puppy Kara had literally cried herself to sleep. And Lena seeing Kara without her glasses, she was definitely Supergirl. But wow had she cried a lot. And... wow... was she beautiful... Lena gently tucked a stray hair from Kara’s sleeping face, then leaned over to the table to get some very soft tissues, stroking them along Kara’s face, pressing a little roughly to wipe the dry tear streams, and any left over near her eyes. Then her stomach grumbled. She missed lunch and dinner. Thankfully she still had her phone on her so she ordered some food, enough for both of them if Kara woke up. And enough for breakfast. Thankfully she didn’t really need anything else till the delivery person arrived. And now back to Kara. Wow... she was so... so gorgeous... the gay in her wanted to place a kiss upon Kara’s sweet sleeping forehead… but the mature side of her knew she had to do something else.

Very carefully, Lena slid Kara’s slightly heavy body off of her to the other side of the couch, making her as comfy as Lena could. Giving her a pillow, covering her with a light blanket. Then… she did it. Lena leaned down, placing a soft kiss upon Kara’s forehead. Then admiring her sleeping face… wow. She would have and could have spent eternity watching that sleeping face, but thankfully, pizza was there. Lena went to pay, had a few slices as she put the boxes in her kitchen, and then watched a little bit of tv from her couch before wishing Kara a good night. Unbeknownst to them all, Kara smiled in her exhausted sleep. Finally, things were looking up for the most unpredictable pair of people.

#supercorp #Supergirl #fanfic #my fanfic #mine #lena x kara #kara x lena #Kara Danvers #Kara Zor-El #Lena Luthor #ao3 link #alex danvers #nia nal #sam arias #sarazanmai #ava sharpe #this was so much fun

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First Time - Chapter 1

Description: Elena thought it was a good idea to try going out into the field on a group mission for the first time. It doesn't end well, but her loving girlfriends make her feel much better.

Author’s note: This story is also posted on AO3. Little bit NSFW close to the end but they’re JUST showering, I promise.

Rating: T

Words: 6,545

Series: Charlie’s Angels (2019)

Au: First Mission? First Times? Idk.

Characters / Pairing: Jane Kano/Sabina Wilson/Elena Houghlin - OT3

Genre: romance, hurt & comfort, fluff, angst.

Link to the AO3 copy: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22864708/chapters/54647899

It was just after one of their toughest missions yet. It was stupid to let Elena out into the field. Sabina thought she was ready, and Jane wasn’t sure. Maybe she was just overprotective, maybe she wasn’t ready to put Elena in total danger. But all in the same, they were both traumatized, terrified, when they almost lost her.

It was like any other day. The three Angels were lounging about, both the smaller Angels comfortably nestled under Jane’s arms around their shoulders, she and Elena sleeping while Sabina, also cuddled up, just watched some quiet tv. Then Bosley came in with a few little notes in hand.

“Alright Angels, up and at’em.” She called, softly but with order.

Jane, being ex MI6, was able to rest and wake with little to no grogginess, full attention, ready to take in the orders about to be given. Sabina turned off the tv, not groggy, at attention but still giving off relaxed vibes. She would pick up the information too, focusing. Elena, on the other hand… she sleepily opened her eyes, rubbing them as she slowly sat up and looked at Bosley like it was a sunny 6 am. The other Angels chuckled and helped sit her upright. Bosley chuckled and rolled her eyes. An Angel, but still a novice. Once the three were at attention finally, Bosley began giving orders.

Jane would be security, the muscle, taking out the bodyguards around the perimeter, Sabina would work her way in, find and detain our criminal target, and Elena would take out lights, power, inter security, firewalls, etc, as she did every mission.

“Can I be out in the field this time?” She asked quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“No.” Jane said immediately. She refused to put her small girlfriend in harm’s way, ever.

Sabina on the other hand, was silent for a moment, considering it. “You can type and walk, can’t you babe?”

“O-of course I can.” She stammered, locking eye-contact before looking back at Bosley who was watching the whole thing.

“I dunno Boz, I think we should give her a shot.” Sabina voted, giving a shrug.

“Absolutely not.” Jane cut in, frowning seriously. “I don’t care. She’s not going in. She could get hurt. Get seriously damaged. Kidnapped, bruised, shot even. What if something happens?”

“Relax Jane, she’ll be fine! We’re all on coms, I’ll keep an eye on her, she’ll be with me while you run around and bash in people’s necks.”

For a moment Elena was wide-eyed and very concerned, but once again Jane shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s not that dramatic, I put them to sleep and safely set them down.” But in the end it was all up to Bosley, even though they weren’t connected to the missions at all. She was pondering, watching them watching her…

“Well kitten, if you really want to give it a shot. This isn’t an easy quest though. It’s up to you. Do you want to try being in the field?”

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They were sitting in the driveway of a huge mansion, with cars, vans already all over the place. There were guards everywhere, lights flashing, obviously a big rich party happening inside. They were going over mission details. Jane keeps eyes around outside, then moves their way in, taking out every guard she can, then finds and assists the others. Sabina will weave her way through the party crowd, seduce the client, get them alone, then prepare them to be picked up by police. Elena would also be weaving the crowd, remotely taking out the cyber security, cause distractions with lights, mess with people’s phones, whatever, while also getting experience of being surrounded by dangerous people. Just walking around was all Jane would allow. She was nervous and stressed and protective of Elena, but trusted Sabina wholey and so would let her take charge of the mission this time.

“You all ready?” Jane asked, after parking their getaway car.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Elena breathed, shaking herself out, causing the two others in the front to turn around with worried eyes.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can leave you here to keep you safe.” Sabina spoke first, then looked to Jane if she would add anything but she stayed quiet, watching their smaller partner.

“No.. no. I.. I want to do this. I’m just a little nervous. First time jitters you know?” A line that would definitely be important for later.

“If you’re sure.” Jane murmured finally, then leaned over to place a caring kiss upon Elena’s forehead, then near Sabina’s ear. The jock returned the affection to Jane’s cheek, then Elena’s forehead again. Elena was blushing with a giggle, grinning ear-to-ear. Then, they got out to begin.

It was after dark, 9 pm. The sky was black, no stars. The only lights were from the mansion. Jane wore a sleek black suit, easy to move in, easy to hide in, with only a bra underneath the jacket. Sabina had her favorite shiny silver dress, and Elena was given a tailored version of Jane’s gorgeous emerald dress, but it was given a black cover jacket to look less noticeable. They stood out but they also hid, just as they should.

Game on.

Jane thought it was important to always kiss, hug, embrace before a mission. So they the Angels got a little bit of confidence, a bit of pep in their step, to truly harness their energy and they’d come back beaming with stories of their side of the fight. So she held Elena’s shoulders gently in her hands, almost in slow-motion, her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted slightly as she leaned in to kiss Elena on the lips, for love and good luck.

“WAIT!” She cried, throwing hands to Jane’s chest and refusing the motion be continued.

“What’s wrong? Do I have bad breath?” Jane asked, eyes wide in surprise and a little worry.

“I know this isn’t the right time but I’ve never had my first kiss…” She admitted, and pulled away from Jane, looking beyond embarrassed and a little ashamed. The two other angels stared in shock, before smirking/smiling and sighing. Elena was so pure and sweet.

“Well, we will not jinx it then. After the mission, we will both give you your first kiss, so it’s truly magical in a safe, secure and comfortable location." Jane assured her, before Sabina butted in, literally.

“Yeah, it’ll be hot and sexy and lots of tongue, you’re gonna have the kisses of your life.”

Elena laughed nervously, while Sabina gave a cheeky snicker and Jane just shook her head, chuckling.

“Well, let us give you this for good luck instead.”

Almost like they’d practiced or planned it, at the same time they leaned in and kissed both of Elena’s cheeks, with a little on the edge of her lips, just enough. Then to emphasize what Elena was in for, Jane and Sabina shared a kiss of their own, on the lips, arms wrapped around each other, not too seductive, perfectly full of love, courage, confidence. The light of the mansion somehow illuminating them, like something out of a perfect fantasy. Elena could only watch in awe as they pulled away, they must have used tongue because the very almost unnoticeable strand of saliva that parted from their lips, which Sabina cheekily swatted away at. Wow…

“Alright ladies. Good luck.” Jane murmured with a nod, before the tall brunette disappeared into the shadows to begin taking out the guards. Sabina took Elena’s hand and led her to the stairs to the two main guards, flashed her smile, gave their fake names on the list, and entered the building. Sabina gently patted the smaller brunette’s shoulder for good luck, and went off to survey. Once they were all out of sight of each other, coms went on.

Sabina: “Check.” Jane: “Here.” Elena: “Me too!”

The other Angels laughed softly at her quiet enthusiasm.

Sabina was already flirting at the bar, while looking over the crowd for their target.

Elena was on her phone, taking out the security with ease, shutting down the actual security room exactly when planned, when Jane took out the guards guarding and around that area. Whew. Her cheeks flared when in her ear Jane softly told her she’d done a good job.

Everything was going great and smoothly, until Sabina’s eyes widened from across the room at the target tapping Elena on the shoulder, causing the hacker’s blood to go cold as she turned around to see the man of the hour smiling menacingly at her.

“Well hello there.” The target cooed, gently taking her free hand and kissing her knuckles, in which Sabine bristled with soft fury. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t interfere. She couldn’t go over there. She could just stand there, watching, while her stomach tightened with anxiety. Just relax. Nothing was happening. They were just talking. Relax.

“Hm. Hello there.” Elena murmured, clearing her throat and trying to keep calm while smiling at the man.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Carlile, but you can call me Mike. And yourself?”

Gulp. “I’m Willow. A pleasure. This place is yours?”

“Why of course. How kind of you to notice. Would you like to see more of it?”

“I-um.. sure!”

“Damnit! Jane! Mike has Elena!” Sabina hissed into her com, clenching fists while downing a shot at the bar. The alcohol burned her throat but not as much as the anxiety burning in her chest at her precious girlfriend being ushered out of the room by a terrifyingly creepy man.

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“Right this way. You seem like a bookish type. Let me show you my prized collection.” Putting a hand on Elena’s back, gently pushing her through the crowd, followed by two big men, out of the main area, and into the first room on the right down a hall with double doors. Sabina sneakily followed, and then her heart sank in horror… when the doors closed, and men stood guard. For a split second, Elena looked back and locked eyes with Sabina before she disappeared.

Would that be the last time Sabina saw Elena? Gods, pray for her safety. Sabina wasn’t religious, but…

“Jane. How many left do you have? We need you, now.” Sabina growled, clenching her fists again and fighting tears that dared to spill.

“I’m almost done I think. What’s going on?”

“He has her. He.. Mike got Elena.”

Silence. Agonizing, painful silence.

“We will get her back.”

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In the room, Elena was following Jane’s previous breathing practices, deep, slow breathing. Stay calm, stay cal-

“So, do you like this room? All my precious book collections, mappings, encyclopedias, dictionaries… you seem like the kind of person who would like instructionals, maybe fantasy fiction?”

Elena agreed sheepishly, although admiring the book collection in this smooth study, there was a window, which she looked at a few times while pacing, looking at the doors, and she almost jumped when the hand touched her shoulder again.

“So what organization do you represent? Are you a gambler? A weapons dealer? A model looking for some risk, perhaps?” He purred, sliding a hand down her back, just resting before her bum. “You can tell me who you are. I’ll keep your secret.”

Elena was trying so hard to keep herself calm, but man was she afraid. She opened her mouth to speak before closing it again, choosing her words very carefully.

“I’m glad you noticed. I’m more of a collector of weapons than a dealer, really. I heard some things from some neighbors that deals go on in this house frequently, so I wanted to come and see.” Oh man. She was trying so hard.

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While Jane was sneaking her way around, taking out the outer layer of guards then making her way inside, Sabina was desperately trying to come up with a new plan on the spot. Come on, come on. Think, think! Okay. Got a plan. “Jane, let me know when you’re done with the outer round. I’m gonna try to get in there.”

“Just finished the runaround, coming in now. Be careful.”

“I know.”

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“You know, I noticed your friend in the shiny silver dress coming over to talk to me, but I’d much rather talk to you. You’re more sophisticated, less… flirty. I like that. A woman who doesn’t need to bat eyes to get a man’s attention.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

Gently sitting Elena down in a chair, then began to rub her shoulders.

“That’s right. A weapons collector, hmm? And which is your favorite piece to admire?” He purred again, and Elena stared in silent fear as he expertly tied her arms down with scarves to the arms of the chair.

“Um… the… glock?”

Fuck.

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Masterfully taking out the two guards outside the door, Sabina held two clear glasses and a big bottle of wine as she practically threw open the door with a big fake smile but slightly worried eyes. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something. Someone told me I could find Mr. Carlile in here and I wanted to share a drink with him.” Staring at Elena for a moment, taking in the situation but then keeping her charade. She would be either shaking with fear or writhing with rage at her beloved Elena terrified, captured in such a way. “Isn’t this a party? Come on? It’s stuffy in here.”

“Please excuse us, we were having a private moment.” Mike growled but kept a respectable smile.

“But Mr Carlile, don’t you want to have a little fun?” Sabina asked with a grin, clinking the glasses together.\

The man smiled and walked around behind her, closing and locking the door, before going to stand back behind Elena, and calmly sticking a piece of duct tape over her mouth, making Sabina’s eyes widen, Elena’s too. The poor small woman was trying so hard to not shake or show fear, but her eyes… No Elena, this wasn’t the end for you. Sabina would be sure of that.

“You both can drop the acts now. I don’t know who you are, or who you work for, but I know when there are snakes in my pit of owls. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll make this painless.”

Putting the wine and glasses on a table by the door, Sabina yelled softly as she whipped her hidden thigh knife at the shoulder of the enemy with perfectly trained accuracy and speed, and smirked as her thick and heavy blade embedded itself in his flesh, causing a loud and pained grunt as he staggered backwards. Eyes wide with surprise, pain, rage, he pulled it out regardless of the growl he let out, before dashing over to Elena, holding the grossly stained knife against her throat.

“Try to hurt me again and I’ll end your friend here.” He snarled, using his other hand to grip Elena’s hair, causing a quiet whimper from the captive. Very silent tears dripped from Elena’s eyes, she was truly afraid, and her attempt to keep from shaking with as saddening as well.

Sabina clenched her fists and grit her teeth. This asshole was going to get his own teeth knocked in in a minute. Just had to plan it out. Be calm. Stay there. “Information, now. Or she gets it.” He threatened, then Sabina just yelled and charged at him. Thankfully it took him beyond surprise, his arm and hand lifted away from Elena’s neck in slow-motion, and Sabina took him down, pounding her fists against his face in pure rage.

Sabina had been on plenty of missions. Through extensive training period after training period until everything was beyond perfect. Her skills, her stealth, her control, her emotion. But not today. Not now. Rarely did Sabina ever lose control, ever go into a fury. She had so much control but seeing Elena crying in terror at being even slightly harmed by a criminal, a bad man, a thug whatever…

It caused poor Sabina to go berserk. She let out a loud cry of fury as she reeled herself in with one last knockout punch to his head, and if he were struggling, everything went limp. And just in time to as Jane crashed through the locked double-doors to the library/study, eyes quickly taking in the scene with horror. It took no time at all to put pieces together. Sabina standing with bruised/bloody fists over their captive, Elena in the chair tied and gagged, the looks they both shared at Jane with their wounded eyes.

The next few minutes went by as quickly as they could. Obviously the party-goers had heard the yell. Jane quickly prepared their target as a gift for police, ending the party, telling everyone to get out and go home. As she did that, Sabina untied Elena, not giving her a choice as the smaller woman was scooped into the jock’s arms, and Jane followed the two outside to the getaway car. Jane would comfort them later. She slid in, turned the keys, took off once seatbelts were on. Sabina sat in the backseat, using a heated blanket they stored in the back to cuddle Elena, who had her eyes screwed shut against Sabina’s neck, arms folded against her own chest and legs slightly bent towards the door of the van. Sabina held her close but gently, keeping her there. It was all too quiet. Poor Elena was so scared… Sabina was so upset… Jane… she was so… ashamed? Sorry. She was sorry she wasn’t there.

When the team got back to the Townsend Agency HQ, Bosley got up from the couch, throwing her arms open for celebration.

“Welcome back Angels! I hope everything went well as it always does-” opening her eyes and dropping her arms, she looked at the three standing in the entryway.

Sabina still holding the closed-eyes Elena cuddled and curled in the blanket, Jane having a supportive hand on Sabina’s left shoulder, Bosley stared for a moment before giving an order that definitely didn’t need to be said.

“Go. Go lie down, all of you. Jane can brief me in the morning. Go.”

Without a word, they all moved to Jane’s big room down the hall. Jane, with her superior strength, lifted both Sabina and Elena into her arms, scooping them onto the bed and both of them cuddled against her. No words needed to be said. All three Angels stayed there, against each other, just breathing softly, reveling in the feeling that it was over. Very carefully Jane adjusted them so they were still against her but lying down under the comforter the bed provided, the heating blanket thrown to the floor as the other two Angels were all the heat they needed. They stayed there until sleep took them, not daring to move away.

Well, they were never doing that again. Elena would probably take a couple days off if anything came up right after that mess.

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The sun rose, eyes slowly fluttered open. As expected, the poor smallest girlfriend was mute for a while, unable to speak. It was a huge sigh of relief when Sabina tickled under Elena’s chin and got her mouth to open and a little giggle to come out, and hearing the nose made Jane smile too. That’s the way to get better. Soft fluffy love. Easiest, fastest way to recover. They didn’t want to move, all 3 were so warm and comfortable amongst each other.

Thank goodness the whole team of 5 had some weird telepathic connection or something because not long after they woke, Bosley and Saint brought in a few trays of delicious-smelling breakfast treats, warm food, cold fruit, many glasses of milk, water, juice. Practically the whole kitchen on shiny silver trays, platters… thank goodness for Sabina’s reach otherwise nobody would be able to get anything. Trays were set left right and center, and very strategically did Sabina’s one arm and Jane’s two wiggling hands manage to get around and grab things.

They slowly ate, drank, consumed with one another, feeding their beautiful sleepy baby her food while enjoying stuff themselves. Times like these, again with no words, were perfect. The amazing flavors bouncing in their mouths, the warmth resonating between their bodies in the dresses still from the other night… After eating they would all have to shower.

Again, with light and feathery touches did Jane and ‘Bina tickle and touch Elena’s wonderful face, her little smiles and giggles were more than anything they ever could have asked for. And when the trays of food began to look like trash, Jane gave Sabina a nod, who slowly tossed back the sheets, and finally, words began. “Alright sweethearts, we really should get out of these clothes. ‘Bina, you go start the shower, I’ll prepare our princess here.”

(Please note, I will have the plot that yes they’ve at least seen each other naked before.)

Sabina and Jane have no shame and have had their fun together, touched each other, seen each other naked, but Elena was a whole other story. They’ve rarely seen her naked, they’ve never touched her yet, she was a whole new piece on the board and they wouldn’t dare even breath in her direction in such a way without all of the consensus. So Sabina slinked away to Jane’s private bathroom, starting and steaming up the shower, leaving her dress on the floor just before the door. Jane stayed in bed with Elena for a moment, but she knew it was time to talk to her directly, just for this.

“Elena? ....... are you with me?”

A slow, hesitant nod came by with a tiny sigh from Jane. Elena tried to cuddle up closer to Jane, burying her face in the taller woman’s neck.

“Are you alright?”

A quicker-responded nod, eyes closed against Jane’s skin.

“You’re really alright?” She asked again with full concern, asking if she was okay from… last night.

It was a long pause, before Elena’s reply was her finally sitting upright, stretching her arms, and with the softest, sad-laced voice… “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Thank the gods.

“I’m really glad.” Jane replied, leaning over to place multiple kisses along Elena’s cheek, ear, jaw, peppering her. Taking her hand and making the cute little Angel giggle at feather-light contact, until they shared a truly-loving stare, to ensure that everything was really alright.

“Aww, you got her going without me?” Sabina teased, standing in the bathroom doorway completely in the nude.

Elena blinked with wide eyes and a deep blush, squeaking cutely and hiding her face against Jane.

The taller woman laughed and rubbed Elena’s back, cuddling her once again. “Elena darling, there’s something we actually want to ask you.”

Slowly leaning up again and trying not to stare directly at Sabina’s beautifully barren form, she looked at Jane’s serious but soft eyes curiously. “We absolutely don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do,”

“And our safe words are colors, Red, Green,” Sabina added.

“We were both thinking…”

“As we haven’t seen you naked yet,”

“Sabina!” Jane hissed, shooting a threatening glare over at the snickering naked jock.

“What she means to say is, we would love to treat you to a shower. We know you’re still a little shaken up from the mission events from the previous evening, and we want to make you feel better. Clean you up, get those eyes shining brightly again, along with your skin from that dusty party. What do you say?”

Elena stopped, was silent still, processing. She.. she was being offered a shower with her two loving girlfriends, who wouldn’t do anything the wrong way unless she spoke a color of consent. So it would just be a scrub. Well, okay. And if anything else happened in there, who could control that, huh.

With a soft and shy voice, she nodded. “Okay. Uh, green. I.. I’d like to shower with you both.”

“Yesss.” Sabina hissed delightfully, rubbing her hands together. “We’re gonna get subbed up.”

“You mean sudsed up.” Jane corrected, rolling her eyes with a smirk. Then she rose, dropping her dress as she stepped away from Elena, losing the clothing with elegance, leaving them crumpled on the floor.

“We’ll start without you, don’t want to make you uncomfortable forcing you in the room with us. Join us in the shower when you’re ready, alright?” Then just like that, Jane and Sabina were gone, silent, out of ear and eyesight.

Elena was alone. Not in a bad way! Just alone on the bed, in her clothes, with her thoughts.

With a shaky breath, she slowly rose up, sheepishly taking the straps off her dress, wiggling out of it and leaving it on the bed. Then she dropped her bra and underwear on the floor near Jane’s, and using a towel as a cover for her shyness, she opened the bathroom door, into the steam, into the next chapter of her life.

Through fogged glass, she could see Jane and Sabina embracing each other under the showerhead. Wow… even their silhouettes were beautiful. She almost didn’t want to interrupt them. But thankfully the door swung open, Sabina peeking out with the big goofy grin, one foot out and half falling out of the hot box if her other arm wasn’t supporting her using one of the metal beam arm-guards for support. Because they had support beams/bars/shelves in there for if anyone ever ended up injured and needed support/something to grip or lean on. Jane stood with her head just slightly peeking out but a little under half of her bare form could be seen over Sabina’s head. They stood there, smiling, watching, waiting calmly, inviting her whole-heartedly to join them.

Seeing the love in their eyes and expressions, Jane’s open arm to guide her in, and Sabina offering her free arm too, Elena removed her towel and neatly hung it up on the railing by the toilet, and grinned shyly when Sabina spoke first.

“Wow girl! You’re gorgeous! Wow! Get in here so we can admire you some more!” Then she disappeared back into the glass shower, leaving Jane there, standing with only the most loving of gazes.

“She’s right you know. You’re absolutely stunning and we would be truly grateful if you still decide to join us in here for a good clean. Someone as magnificent as yourself surely would like to get soaped up and treated as the princess you are.” Wow. Jane always had a way with words. And somehow through the somewhat loud sound of spraying water could she still hear Elena’s ever soft words.

“Okay. I’m coming.”

Elena gently took Jane’s inviting hand, and led her in, closing the door behind her. Jane let her stand there while she went back to the middle of the area, taking more soap from the many body wash bottles, and after rubbing her hands together, she put on a little show that was more soothing than seductive, showing Elena what she was in for if she wished. With soapy, sudsy, bubbly hands, Jane began rubbing Sabina’s shoulders, massaging as best as she could through the slipperiness that was soap and wet skin. Sabina gave a little moan as the hands slid across one arm to the next, scrubbing her armpits and then coming back for her neck.

Jane gave Sabina a teasing little squeeze around her throat that just made the jock laugh, then soapy hands ran down her back, massaging the tense and scarred muscle around the spine, and gave Sabina’s bum cheeks a little squeeze which brough giggles out of both Sabina and Elena, before Jane continued to thoroughly scrub Sabina with her bare hands, and then rinsed her hands off when she was done with her backside.

“Aww Mom, is that all you got for me?” Sabina joked, giving a pout.

“Now now ‘Bina. I still have your legs, chest, feet and vagina to clean.” Jane reminded her, and weirdly enough Elena gave a little shiver at how easily Jane could say… that.

Sabina whined like a little kid but was happy as soon as Jane came back with soapy hands, doing as she said. Washing her thighs and leg… pits? Her knees, down to her ankles, and lifting her foot to clean, scrub and wash those overworked runners. Then Jane stood tall, getting a fresh batch of suds on her hands before turning them both to the side to show Elena Sabina’s chest, about to be cleaned.

With soapy hands, Jane curved the muscles on Sabina’s chest, squeezing them delicately, making sure every inch of those mounds were scrubbed, and teasingly plucking at Sabina’s nipples, pinching, squeezing, twisting with sudsy fingers, making the smaller of the two Angels give an appreciative moan, and once Jane was sure she’d cleaned completely, hands slid down her abs, stomach, slid along her inner thighs, but didn’t dare go near the place Sabina was probably expecting. Once more Jane stood to rinse, and re suds, then gave Sabina what she wanted, while at the same time nothing at all. Both of them knew the curses soap had upon using it as 1, a replacement for lube, and 2, getting frisky while actually trying to clean. Sabina knew the painful burns their soap gave upon last time she begged Jane to touch her while scrubbing her down.

So Jane massaged her lips, gave soap into the curves and crookes of Sabina’s core, any hair she had, making sure it was totally clean. Not just for herself, but for proper health in general. When she was sure Sabina was totally clean, she gave a light spank to the over-excited woman, lightly directing her to rinse off.

“Want me to scrub your head?” Jane asked Sabina, holding their favorite shared substance bottle in her hands.

“Mmm… nah that’s okay. I’ll do your hair after I do mine. Soap yourself up.”

Throughout this whole time, Elena was still shyly by the door, watching the whole thing, hands and arms covering her private parts. Wasn’t she cold? Jane sure noticed.

She quickly cleaned and soaped her whole body in record time before offering a hand to the smaller Angel.

“Come here Elena. At least get warmed up. You look freezing. We won’t touch you anywhere you don’t consent, okay?”

Elena finally let her hands drop, but she took Jane’s hand, coming into the hot stream and sighing happily as she embraced the heat and got herself and her skin soaked. Sabina respectfully kept her distance as she scrubbed her own hair, and politely said “Excuse me” to Elena, to rinse her hair out.

Once Sabina was 101% shiny and clean, she pulled out the big smooth stool for Jane to sit on like a little kid while Sabina soaped up and scrubbed Jane’s head and gorgeous locks. One of the best things about the showers were the soapy head massages. And Jane rarely made any sound, but with this, she was a songbird. A pleasure for her partners' ears alone, something they would have to memorize.

With Sabina’s hands first working on the long locks that hung down, Elena watched while Jane stared at the wall across from her, before looking over and smiling happily. Once Sabina was sure the long locks were done and clean, she began to work on the scalp. Soaping it up, scrubbing gently, fingers working against her head, Jane’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted ever so slightly, she straightened her back against Sabina, tilted her head, and moaned. Softly, but both women could hear it clearly, and Sabina smiled earnestly, hearing such a wonderful sound again.

She worked her hands deep but also gently against Jane’s head, along the sides, scrubbing the back of her cranium, being very thorough while also giving Jane the stress-free massage she deserved.

Elena, as gentle and curious as she was, oddly felt obligated to join in somehow. So she went to stand directly in front of Jane, knelt down on her knees, and pulled Jane into a hug. Sabina aww’d from above as they shared a hug while Sabina still scrubbed. The hug only lasted a moment but it was enough. Something so light, so easy, yet so intimate and meaningful.

Sabina took one of the large cups they used as a shower tool, cupping over Jane’s forehead to protect her face from the soapy water she rinsed out. Rinse, rinse. Very carefully and calmly rinsing out Jane’s hair completely. Then she was done.

“All done Jane-y baby.” Sabina chimed, and the taller woman stood up to exchange the hug with Sabina, who took it and returned it very happily. They nuzzled each other, then pulled away for Sabina to hug Elena too.

“Didn’t forget you, princess.” She cooed, and hugged Elena tight, kissing her ear and cheek before pulling away. Both original Angels were soaped and clean. Now for the third.

“Alright ‘Bina, how should we do this?” Jane asked, admiring Elena’s uncovered form from the soaps by the showerhead.

“Mmm I dunno Jane, shall we both take her on?”

Both? Both.

They both looked at Elena for her reaction, decision.

“Hey Elena?” Sabina asked. “Can we get your consent to both wash you? Or whatever you wanna do.”

Deep breaths Elena. This was just a shower. With your two beautiful experienced loving girlfriends who were literal angels. No big deal.

“You can both shower me.” She decided, before quickly adding “Oh, green.” Which made the two angels grin ever so appreciatively. They really liked the color thing. It was important, important to them, so it meant a lot just for her to say that. Elena went to sit on the stool, but Sabina quickly swiped it, and Jane caught Elena’s tumbling form with ease.

“Nah-ah-ah princess, we’d like you to stand please. Sorry about that.” Sabina said, and once her hands were lathered up, so were Jane’s. Elena was a little shaken but nothing she couldn’t easily shake off with a smile.

She stood up straight with her arms out, and both Angels gave her kisses on her ears, neck, then cheeks before lathering her shoulders, raising an eyebrow to each other when Elena gave a happy hum at the little massages. They then slid along her arms and pit, then her sides, Jane tickling Elena a little and everyone giggling when Elena did.

They scrubbed and massaged her back, then turned around to her hips and stomach, Sabina tickling her this time and once again a little giggle fit ensued. They skipped and went down to wash her legs and feet, using themselves to support her off-balance, then stood before her, serious faces.

“Elena, may we have your consent to wash your privates?” Jane asked seriously, and Sabina almost crossed her arms to insinuate how important consent was to them.

Elena blinked. Wow. It was so touching how, well you know, how seriously they took consent.

“Green. You may um.. both.. clean the rest.”

Without further ado, they moved. Jane on the left, Sabina on the right. Nothing sexual, they promised. Washing her bum cheeks, then her breasts, and they looked at each other, then Elena.

“Green.”

And they went. Hands sliding along her inner thighs, Elena had literally never been touched before. Total virgin. They knew that. When they started their official polyamorous relationship, they went over everything very seriously. They slid along her lips, making sure not to try to turn her on, the sole purpose was to clean.

Any hair she may have was scrubbed and cleaned, the skin between her bum and her privates, and when she was super clean, they rinsed her off under the shower and with the cup, sliding and running their hands along her silky-smooth skin like they’d never touched anything else ever before. And when that was done with, it was time for Jane’s legendary scalp massage for Elena. Sabina snickered, standing back to watch Elena’s facial expressions when it happened. Elena was given the plastic stool to sit on, and Jane began. Soaping up her hands one last time with shampoo and conditioner, she began working on Elena’s long locks, brushing her fingers through them, getting every single strand of this young Angel’s gorgeous mane. Once she was done with that, the best part came.

“Just relax and enjoy, alright?” Jane whispered, trying to sound caring, despite what Sabina’s face may have led Elena to believe. Jane began scrubbing Elena’s scalp and immediately the small Angel’s eyes fluttered closed halfway, her shoulders slouched slightly, and she huffed out a very pleased sigh. Sabina rolled her eyes, while Jane instructed Elena politely to sit back up. Once she had, back straightened, Jane continued, looking at Sabina’s face for Elena’s reactions. A perfect triangle.

Elena leaned back against Jane’s waist and thighs, in cute utter bliss as the hands massaging her scalp, cleaning and scrubbing her hair. This should not have felt as good as it did. This was illegal. Maybe there was something in the shampoo. Or the conditioner. Or- nope. It was definitely Jane’s soft, slow, long fingers. Wow. If there was such a thing as tension in the scalp, surely it would be gone now.

Then came the cover over her eyes, and the water rinsing out. Again, slender fingers brushed through her hair, relaxing her. If it weren't for Angel training, she most likely would have fallen asleep. Jane's massage was absolutely wonderful. Wow.

And then, it was over.

The three Angels turned off and stepped out of the glass shower box, grabbed the big white fluffy towels and began to dry each other off. Jane was more careful and gentle, and was determined to completely pamper Elena till she was absolutely sure the young Angel was okay and back to her happy darling self. So Jane was drying Elena’s body efficiently. Thank goodness the towels were so soft, so Jane’s progress could be a little rougher. Sabina knew what Jane was up to, and would join in when she felt like it, but with a somewhat serious frown, she dried herself off.

Jane knew that Sabina had technically gone through something that night too, but she was stronger than Elena. Jane would help her too, later.

When Elena was all cozy and dry, her hair and her body, Jane gave her an equally fluffy housecoat to relax in. Then moved to Sabina, helping the slightly grumpy Angel. Sabina wouldn’t admit it, but when Jane was drying her off, Sabina loved to be touched, comforted and cuddled too. She was almost too eager to return the hug that Jane gave her.

More time passed and they all got dry. Together they exited the bedroom, fully intended to get dressed, maybe do something fun, go out, maybe take Elena to a fair?

As Sabina and Jane moved to the bed and began to take off their housecoats for clothes, Elena stood in the doorway, silent, watching, waiting.

“Wait.” Elena called, causing the others to freeze, turn, stare at Elena who was beckoning for their attention. Thank goodness she was talking again.

“Can I kiss you both?”

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