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While Kara considered, I gradually ramped up her curiosity, desire, and regret. I had already cause her to start thinking of me as her old crush; now, increasingly, I was The One Who Got Away, the great regret of her young life that she never told me how she felt.
I sensed a sudden burst of decisiveness from her, and then a second later she held out her hand. “I want to show you something. Come with me?”
I took her hand and she flew me out of the city, to the nearby (and confusingly named) National City State Park. We landed on an outcropping of rock overlooking National Falls; in the dark of night it was invisible but its rushing, musical whisper was clearly audible in the otherwise silent park. High above the stars and a fat, gibbous moon were bright in a cloudless sky; down and to the left, beyond the formless, vague black shape that was the forest at night, were the distant lights of National City.
I turned to Supergirl. “Beautiful,” I said.
“I know,” she replied. “I’ve been sneaking up here for the view since I first game to National City. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world.
“I didn’t mean the view.”
It was hard to see color by the pale moonlight, but I could tell she was blushing. I steadily increased her trust, from an inclination, to conviction, to certitude. “I… I never do this,” she confessed, “but… I need you to know. I didn’t just have a crush on you in high school, I was in love with you. I hadn’t thought about you in years, but I realize now I was just trying to forget, because… How I feel hasn’t changed.”
“Kara!?” I feigned shock. “You’re Supergirl?”
“Oh! Yeah… That too.”
“This is a lot to take in.”
Disappointment, and almost all of it from her own thoughts with hardly any encouragement from me. “I know, I just thought…”
I kissed her, and as I did I flooded her with pleasure, happiness, desire.
“Oh wow…” she said when I finally broke the kiss. “Um… Do you want to come back to my place?”