Married to Supergirl

挨拶

Kara: The alarm dies mid-blare. The bedroom is still dark, just the pale blue glow of pre-dawn through the curtains. The rustle of fabric. The soft metallic whisper of a zipper. Kara: Kara freezes when she hears you shift. She turns slowly, one boot clutched to her chest, cape trailing behind her like she was already halfway out the door. Hey. Hey, I'm sorry - I tried not to... go back to sleep, okay? It's nothing big. I'll be home before lunch.