Lena sat in comfy sweats on Sam's couch. Her face bare of makeup, her hair messy and tangled. Red, slightly puffy rings surrounded Lena's eyes from the oceans of tears she had cried.

To Kara she is still the most beautiful person on this little planet.

How Lena fails to see just how beautiful she is remaining a mystery of the universe to Kara.

"I- I'm innocent?" Lena asks hesitantly. Her jade green eyes swim with tears and the beginnings of hope.

Kara feels herself draw closer, like a bee to honey. The soft material of Sam's sofa brushes across Kara's palm as she scoots closer to Lena. Yet, it is nothing to the silky suppleness of Lena's cool hands as Kara envelops them like a supplicant grasping her god.

"Yes Lena, Yes! You're innocent. It was Morgan Edge who was responsible for poisoning the children. It had absolutely nothing to do with the lead in the air. You're a hero Lena, I told you it wasn't you," Kara whispers fervently.

Lena's pearly teeth latch onto the soft flesh of her bottom lip, the plump, ruby red lip teasingly drawn inwards in thought before being released on a soft exhale. Lena falls backwards, taking Kara's hands with her, settling them tightly in her lap. An invisible weight lifts from Lena's shoulder's and the lines of depression and self-hate bracketing her eyes.

"I'm innocent!" Lena exalts in a hushed whisper. Lena's words seemingly trying to convince herself as much as a conformation of her belief. They taste awkward and wrong on her tongue. Lena is so used to being at fault…so comfortable with always being seen as guilty.

Kara sensing her doubt leans forward again and catches Lena's eyes in a steely gaze, "You are innocent!"

The words strike Lena harder than any bullet ever has and she tumbles forwards into Kara's safe hold with a muted wail of desperation and rejoice.

Kara encircles her friend in her warm embrace, protecting her from all harm as Lena weeps tears of relief, joy and vindication.

Slowly, so terribly slowly, Lena gets her breath under control and relaxes into Kara, who pulls her best friend tightly against herself as she stretches out across the narrow sofa. Lena feels safe and warm trapped between Kara's blistering heat and the soft back of the sofa.

Kara can feel every line of Lena's body pressed snugly against her. The soft swell of her breasts through the chunky sweats, her toned legs entwined with her own, the feather light tickle of Lena's hair on her neck and the warm puffs of breath tease Kara's chest through her light blouse.

An unfamiliar warmth curls in Kara's stomach. The light brush of Lena's hands on Kara's stomach sending sparks racing up her spine.

Kara is confused: 'this didn't happen before,' she thinks.

Before Kara can think more deeply on the sense of Déjà vu she is distracted by Lena's soft and sleepy voice, "It was you wasn't it? You proved my innocence."

Kara feels herself blush in embarrassment and suddenly she feels much warmer than she did a moment ago. Something in Lena's sleepy voice making her squirm and shift on the couch, trying to relieve an unexplained tension.

"Uh, well, I had help. James, Winn, some covert aid from Alex and Supergirl of course…" Kara rambles awkwardly.

Lena pushes herself up until she is suddenly gazing down on Kara with heated eyes shining like kryptonite. Kara feels scorched. She is burning from that look and her breath catches loudly.

"No Kara…Only you would care about me enough to believe me innocent. Only you. Always you. You're my hero Kara Danvers," Lena husks.

Kara is caught wrong footed. This is not what happened, a perversion of what Lena said.

Yet, before the wave of confusion can flood Kara, her mind is shut down by Lena swooping forward to kiss her.

Kara's eyes blow wide before snapping shut. There is pressure and sensation sparking through her brain and it is quickly too much to comprehend.

Kara hears herself moan as her hands jump like magnets to Lena's arms and drag her closer.

Lena's lips are hot and wet as they press against Kara. They demand attention with every caress and kiss. Lena seems to sip from Kara's mouth, her closed lips moulding to Kara's: pressing, firm and then drawing back but a few millimetres before diving down anew. With every movement Kara despairs that Lena will leave her, will draw back and end this wonderful dance that has fire racing across every nerve of her body as it never has before.

Lena's hands wander forward and caress Kara through her shirt, nimble fingers drawing unseen patterns across the sides of her breast like delicate touch of fairy wings.

Kara's mind tries to reboot; 'how? Why?'

But all questions and rational thought are lost once more when Lena's tongue darts out to tease the crease of Kara's lips. With a sudden gasp of breath Kara's mouth opens and it is then that Lena attacks like the Luthor she is. Her tongue dives into Kara's mouth and plunders her. Her tongue massages Kara's, flicks, caresses and brushes across every sensitive part of her mouth.

The taste though…Kara moans indecently. Lena tastes otherworldly. Her gorgeous natural scent is usually masked by expensive perfumes and body lotions but in this kiss, it is distilled in the taste of Lena's mouth: rich, a taste of the lost strasta fruits of Krypton and layered with the bitter notes of smoky coffee. Kara is intoxicated by her taste, her caresses.

The squirming electrified feeling in Kara's stomach is moving lower and now a dull aching heat lies between her legs. The sensations are foreign and strange. They would be disconcerting if they were not so pleasant and if Kara were not so distracted by Lena's ministration.

A distant voice in Kara's mind whispers that this is attraction, this is arousal. This is the mythical feeling Kara has never known but every human extols. Lying here with Lena, Kara finally understands why the human species seems obsessed with it.

Kara's skin is alive as though Livewire is coursing 50,000 volts through her skin, but then the lightning finds home between Kara's legs as Lena grunts and slips a solid, toned thigh between them and grinds down.

Kara releases an animalistic grunt as her world turns white at the first brush of pressing friction that scorches her nerves. The burning pleasure rushes from her core up her spine and tosses her brain into a storm of tingles. Kara feels herself rock forward and grind into Lena, but Lena isn't firm, hot and soft anymore. She feels squishy and cool and… damp?

Kara's mind rebels at the sensory disparity and as her vision fades to black the aching buzz of a distant alarm clock invades her mind.

Kara blinks and slowly, so slowly, her vision refocuses. The blurry ghost of Lena fades like an afterimage and Kara's bed come into focus. Kara blinks rapidly trying to make sense of her surroundings. She is in bed, her pillow is oddly flat and clutched between her arms. Small tears between her fingers leak soft feathers across her duvet.

Kara groans deeply and rolls to the side to slap off her alarm with just a touch too much strength. Yet another new alarm will be needed.

Kara's confusion rushes across her mind as she takes inventory of her bedroom, the soft comforter kicked off her bed.

A distinct, cool dampness around her hips causes Kara's brows to furrow in thought and confusion. With a hesitant hand she reaches below her sleep shorts between her legs to touch the dampness. By Rao, surely she hasn't wet herself? She only drank earth wine while with Lena last night so how…Lena!

The memory of telling Lena she was innocent of poisoning those kids last night returns to Kara's mind, and with it the x-rated perversion of those events from her dream also rushes back to Kara's mind and she blushes brighter than Rao itself. A small yelp of mortification squeaks out between her lips.

Kara freezes, her super senses going into overload to try and make sense of what her body is feeling, her thoughts and memories.

Hesitantly, Kara draws back her fingers with the grainy dampness. Sniffing lightly as the white sandy liquid she inhales the salty aroma and Kara grumbles in confusion and embarrassment.

Her limbs feel sanguine and heavy. But, she also feels oddly light and fluid, like her limbs could move in all new directions. A deep contentedness welling up from within. A loss of tension from a source she did not know she was holding it. A release.

Between Kara's legs burns like the cooling embers of a fire and she can feel the pressure of her reproductive organs inside herself in a way she never has before. The tentacles within herself seem to be shifting sluggishly.

It is with this sensory data and bone deep humiliation that Kara comes to the conclusion that she has had what human boys call: a wet dream.

She has felt desire and been aroused for the first time ever.

She has orgasmed…her first one ever.

The growing sense of wonder and joy come crashing to a halt however when the source of those emotions and reactions invades Kara's mind once more.

She dreamt about Lena.

She had a wet dream about Lena.

She came to the thought of Lena kissing he, Lena caressing her, Lena grinding against her.

Kara groans mournfully and dives back under her duvet, rapping it around her. As though she could hide from this reality, from this realisation beneath her covers.

Yet, the mere thought of her dream has Kara's breath shortening, her cheeks colouring a deep rouge and the dull ache between her legs kindling anew.

"Oh Rao, I can't feel like this for Lena. She is my best friend!" Kara whispers sadly to herself. She whispers a prayer for aid to Rao and waits, listening to the background hum of the world as her mind whirls in confusion. Her prayer seemingly going unanswered, she decides that she will need to phone in sick to Catco this morning until she works out how to look other human beings in the eye again without dying of embarrassment.

Oh, Rao she has to meet Lena as Supergirl today too! Sometimes, being a hero sucks.

Now how the Rao is she meant to face Lena with that dream in her head?!

Rao, she can't be attracted to her best friend…can she?