![]() Then, she realised Kara was looking at her instead of the mountain of papers on her desk. Really an interesting read, I’m enjoying it immensely.” At last, Lena took a breath. He thought that suicide was used as a last resort when the pain became too much. Did you know he coined the term “psychache”? It’s basically psychological pain. It was published in 1993, but it still holds up in light of continued research. It’s a brilliant book by a revolutionary psychologist, Dr. “ Suicide as Psychache: A Clinical Approach to Self-Destructive Behavior. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scientist pull out a slim book from her bag, opening it near the middle and settling into the plush chair. ![]() “Thanks.” Kara breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down in front of her paperwork again. You’ve had to wait for me multiple times just so we can go out to lunch. Lena’s small smile stretched into a grin as she pulled the briefcase strap off her shoulder and set the leather bag beside one of the two chairs in front of Kara’s desk. “It might take a few minutes, but I know Snapper and Cat would kill me if I didn’t finish this today. ![]() Her voice softened, “I’m really glad you’re here, Lena.”įor a second, the younger woman wasn’t sure how to react. “Wow, I’m hurt,” she said, attempting to remain serious but unable to stop her lips from curling up. Although, the smile Lena gave her in response to her theatrics was enough to make her heart stop momentarily, so still dangerous. She fell back on that training now, but for far less dangerous purposes. Growing up, Alex had steamrolled into her head actions to do in specific situations to pass as human. The photojournalist stepped back dramatically, clutching her chest as if she’d been shot. I had nothing to do, so I thought I would come by the office of my favourite reporter,” she winked, “but Cat was busy. “Jess caught wind of our weekend plans and booted me out of the office early. She sighed and turned back to Lena, scratching the back of her head. Kara turned around, looking at all the paperwork strewn on the flat surface. ![]() How are you?” She tipped her chin, eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow at the papers scattered behind the blonde. The dark-haired woman smiled back, coming fully into the office. She rounded the desk, leaning in front of it and crossing her arms while shooting one of her trademark Sunny Danvers smiles the other woman’s way. How long have you been waiting for me to hear you?” Kara stood quickly from her desk chair, almost knocking it over in her haste. And if she trusted Lena to have her back as Supergirl, then surely she could trust her as Kara. Even though she’d only known the Luthor woman for a few weeks, she felt she could trust her with her life. Her biggest secret tucked under the tip of her tongue, aching to be known. As they learned more about each other, Kara felt some sort of pull. They swapped phone numbers and even started enjoying lunch or brunch every few days leading up to the grown-up playdate. The way the Luthor’s ruby-red lips curled up and around the word Yes made her entire week. She half expected the other woman to refuse, but Lena continued to surprise. Kara gently suggested a Friday night, so they could turn it into a sleepover. They were both incredibly busy women, but they found a week with significantly less responsibilities. She’d never seen any of them, and had to duck into her notebook to hide her smile when the raven-haired woman eagerly offered a movie night at her place. Somewhere within the meandering around the prepared interview questions, Kara learned that Lena loved science fiction shows, namely Star Wars, Wynonna Earp, and Snowpiercer. She was an investigative reporter, of course, but she preferred to make organic conversation rather than deadlines. Perhaps that was precisely why the younger woman extended the invitation Kara didn’t make it a goal to pry and find out everything, or get into her pants. Kara never thought a photoshoot and a sit-down would lead to seeing Lena’s penthouse. That fateful meeting led to today, the first time either one of them was going to visit where the other lived. It was pure happenstance that Kara was assigned to interview and shoot the genius CEO three weeks ago, but the tentative friendship that blossomed in that modern minimalist office was purely by choice. Neither of them had that many friends growing up, and certainly not as adults. They were still figuring out how to act around each other. She was wearing a small smile that didn’t quite reach her glass green eyes and a perfectly pressed, crisp navy three-piece suit. There, hovering at the doorway and fidgeting with her fingers, was Lena Luthor. She snapped her head up at the sound of her name being called.
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