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Lena's Secret preview
🕑 Added 2017-04-01 00:43:44 +0000 UTC Now that she’d gotten Alex’s blessing—well, her acceptance—she was okay with it—it was time for Kara to tell Lena. And possibly have some hardcore sex. One or the other, both were fine.Lena’s apartment, since she’d finally moved out of the hotel she’d been staying at and found a proper mortgage, reminded Kara a little of home, funnily enough. Lena had a thing for crystals, clear glass. Instead of wood, the furniture had its plush cushions set into glassware frames, which was so avant-garde Kara was still a little squeamish about sitting down. The counters were the same smoky, tinted glass, though thankfully the appliances were more traditional. It all made Kara remind herself that Lena was creating jobs, employing someone to squeegee all her surfaces every day.
She came in and there was Lena, waiting for her, one of her fashionable trenchcoat buttoned closed and fitted so tight to her body that it could’ve been all she wore. She looked thrillingly paradoxical without heels, just her stockinged feet on the white carpet—her make-up still impeccable, her hair incredible, but the slightest taboo in there being a chink in her armor.
“Are you ready?” Lena asked her.
Kara nodded.
“Get the door.”
Kara closed it behind her, and the moment she did, the apartment’s artistic lighting became red and blunt and gruesome.
Red sunlight.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Lena asked, standing from the arm of the couch she’d been leaning on, holding a remote in her hand. “Your big secret? That you tried to hide from me? How long did you think I wouldn’t know?”
The red sunlight wasn’t uncomfortable, except in the prickling subconscious way of knowing her powers were being leached out of her, suppressed, a more human existence being imposed on her. She was losing her senses, she was finding out that she couldn’t fly, but all of that was immaterial next to finding out that Lena couldn’t be trusted.
