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[#129] It was Lost Long Ago (Supergirl)
Theme Prompt: #129 - Candelight
Title: It was Lost Long Ago
Fandom: Supergirl (DCTV)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 982
Summary: Kara and James fall into old patterns.
Lights go out in National City, plunging Kara’s apartment into darkness as James is preparing dinner.
Part of him tenses, habit after years of being in various superhero corners. He presumes that it’s possibly another alien attack, something that will require Supergirl and Guardian to jump to into action, but for now, the city seems quiet. A few moments later, his phone buzzes, revealing a text from his sister on the Superfriends' group chat.
Nothing to worry about, just the storm.
He glances to the windows, seeing the wind beating against the windows and relaxing the rest of the way. Sure, there will probably be people in trouble, but given all the work that Kara has put into allowing people to rescue themselves, it’s nothing that’s a job for Supergirl. And, fortunately for James, her gas stove isn’t in any danger of going out, so he can keep cooking.
Finishing the sauce and lowering the flame to a simmer, he steps away and starts rifling through Kara’s apartment, looking for her candle stash. It’s all a clash of scents that is bound to cause problems later, but given that she is Supergirl, he’s not hoping for portable lanterns. A few minutes later, he has a selection of candles scattered throughout the loft, just in time for Kara to burst through the door.
“Everything okay here?” A hero to a fault, Kara Danvers is always going to worry about other people before she worries about herself. “Looks like the transformer blew.”
“All good,” James smiles, as he heads back to the stove. “You’re just in time for dinner.”
“Yum,” she grins, shedding her coat and bag by the door. “It smells delicious.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nods as she grabs a plate, ready to dig in. “Smells like home.”
James can’t help but feel the way his chest tightens as she smiles back at him, bright and beaming as he always has. He used to think that his feelings for Kara had faded away to a missed opportunity, but lately things have been shifting. In the wake of revealing her identity to the world and taking over CatCo, she makes a point to be in James’ life again. Sourcing articles from the Gazette for local beats, flying in to spend the weekend–usually with Esme in tow to give their sisters a break, bringing doughnuts and spending a night on his couch, just talking. He’s been doing his best to return the favor, coming to National City for a game night every so often, given that he has a portal attached to his wrist, but he’s been doing his best to hide the reminder that once upon a time, he and Kara could have been more than friends.
She’s the one who dipped and swerved. He never pressed the issue. But lately, he can’t help but wonder if maybe he missed the signs. If being able to be in her own skin twenty-four seven, to be all of herself to the world, has opened up something that had been long gone. But at the risk of shooting himself in the foot, he doesn’t know how to ask.
He knows things are too complicated now to go back, but part of him can’t help but hope. Still, he focuses on the things that are real and tangible, like a quiet dinner alone with one of his oldest friends. That is, until they end up getting too comfortable, curled up on the couch in the candlelight, Kara talking about her day. She shifts, moving into the space created by his arm draped over the back of the couch. As her head rests against his shoulder, she jerks up suddenly, looking at him like she’s afraid she’s crossed a line.
“Sorry, did I—”
James sees the concern on her face and his eyes narrow, trying to figure out how to read it. While Kara’s never been a locked box full of secrets, she does with her heart. But it seems like she’s overreacting.
“You did nothing wrong.”
She pauses, looking back at him with a small smile. “I just…don’t want to make things weird.”
James straightens on the couch, so he’s more looking her in the eye. “You weren’t.”
“But I kinda am now.” She looks almost panicked, and he can’t help but reach forward and set his hands on her knees gently, getting her to face him. “I—”
“Kara.” He cuts her off before she can descend into one of her bubbly rambles and leans in to kiss her. He hopes to God he’s reading this right, but he also knows that if he isn’t, she’s more than capable of stopping him.
Fortunately, she doesn’t. Her arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. The only sound she makes is a sigh of relief, almost as though she’s been holding back as much as he has. That only spurs him further, tucking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, wanting to feel the press of her against him. The last time they did this, he wasn’t able to respond as much as he would have liked. Today, he wants to clarify that he’s invested, that in everything they’re doing, he is just as much an active participant in. Everything they’re doing, he wants.
When they finally break the kiss, her teeth catch her bottom lip to hold back a smile. “So we’re both on the same page. Good.”
“Good.” He leans in to kiss her again, and she pulls back slightly, brow furrowing with concern.
“This isn’t going to be weird now that our sisters are married, is it?”
He chuckles before shaking his head. “I think we worry about that tomorrow and just be happy for now. What about you?”
She grins back at him before nodding as she leans in for a kiss again. “I’m good with that.”
Title: It was Lost Long Ago
Fandom: Supergirl (DCTV)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 982
Summary: Kara and James fall into old patterns.
Lights go out in National City, plunging Kara’s apartment into darkness as James is preparing dinner.
Part of him tenses, habit after years of being in various superhero corners. He presumes that it’s possibly another alien attack, something that will require Supergirl and Guardian to jump to into action, but for now, the city seems quiet. A few moments later, his phone buzzes, revealing a text from his sister on the Superfriends' group chat.
Nothing to worry about, just the storm.
He glances to the windows, seeing the wind beating against the windows and relaxing the rest of the way. Sure, there will probably be people in trouble, but given all the work that Kara has put into allowing people to rescue themselves, it’s nothing that’s a job for Supergirl. And, fortunately for James, her gas stove isn’t in any danger of going out, so he can keep cooking.
Finishing the sauce and lowering the flame to a simmer, he steps away and starts rifling through Kara’s apartment, looking for her candle stash. It’s all a clash of scents that is bound to cause problems later, but given that she is Supergirl, he’s not hoping for portable lanterns. A few minutes later, he has a selection of candles scattered throughout the loft, just in time for Kara to burst through the door.
“Everything okay here?” A hero to a fault, Kara Danvers is always going to worry about other people before she worries about herself. “Looks like the transformer blew.”
“All good,” James smiles, as he heads back to the stove. “You’re just in time for dinner.”
“Yum,” she grins, shedding her coat and bag by the door. “It smells delicious.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nods as she grabs a plate, ready to dig in. “Smells like home.”
James can’t help but feel the way his chest tightens as she smiles back at him, bright and beaming as he always has. He used to think that his feelings for Kara had faded away to a missed opportunity, but lately things have been shifting. In the wake of revealing her identity to the world and taking over CatCo, she makes a point to be in James’ life again. Sourcing articles from the Gazette for local beats, flying in to spend the weekend–usually with Esme in tow to give their sisters a break, bringing doughnuts and spending a night on his couch, just talking. He’s been doing his best to return the favor, coming to National City for a game night every so often, given that he has a portal attached to his wrist, but he’s been doing his best to hide the reminder that once upon a time, he and Kara could have been more than friends.
She’s the one who dipped and swerved. He never pressed the issue. But lately, he can’t help but wonder if maybe he missed the signs. If being able to be in her own skin twenty-four seven, to be all of herself to the world, has opened up something that had been long gone. But at the risk of shooting himself in the foot, he doesn’t know how to ask.
He knows things are too complicated now to go back, but part of him can’t help but hope. Still, he focuses on the things that are real and tangible, like a quiet dinner alone with one of his oldest friends. That is, until they end up getting too comfortable, curled up on the couch in the candlelight, Kara talking about her day. She shifts, moving into the space created by his arm draped over the back of the couch. As her head rests against his shoulder, she jerks up suddenly, looking at him like she’s afraid she’s crossed a line.
“Sorry, did I—”
James sees the concern on her face and his eyes narrow, trying to figure out how to read it. While Kara’s never been a locked box full of secrets, she does with her heart. But it seems like she’s overreacting.
“You did nothing wrong.”
She pauses, looking back at him with a small smile. “I just…don’t want to make things weird.”
James straightens on the couch, so he’s more looking her in the eye. “You weren’t.”
“But I kinda am now.” She looks almost panicked, and he can’t help but reach forward and set his hands on her knees gently, getting her to face him. “I—”
“Kara.” He cuts her off before she can descend into one of her bubbly rambles and leans in to kiss her. He hopes to God he’s reading this right, but he also knows that if he isn’t, she’s more than capable of stopping him.
Fortunately, she doesn’t. Her arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. The only sound she makes is a sigh of relief, almost as though she’s been holding back as much as he has. That only spurs him further, tucking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, wanting to feel the press of her against him. The last time they did this, he wasn’t able to respond as much as he would have liked. Today, he wants to clarify that he’s invested, that in everything they’re doing, he is just as much an active participant in. Everything they’re doing, he wants.
When they finally break the kiss, her teeth catch her bottom lip to hold back a smile. “So we’re both on the same page. Good.”
“Good.” He leans in to kiss her again, and she pulls back slightly, brow furrowing with concern.
“This isn’t going to be weird now that our sisters are married, is it?”
He chuckles before shaking his head. “I think we worry about that tomorrow and just be happy for now. What about you?”
She grins back at him before nodding as she leans in for a kiss again. “I’m good with that.”