( Given that this was meant to be a routine takedown, Kara reluctantly agrees to stay behind at the foundry. Mostly because she realizes that as much as it thrills her to spend nights literally out on the town with Oliver, he has a point about the appearances of Supergirl and herself correlating. A point she begins to question when several hours pass without word. For such an easy task, there's no way it'd take this long.
Sitting and waiting isn't her style, at all. She spends the night getting to know the foundry extremely well. It feels almost like she's going stir-crazy with worry and something akin to cabin fever when he finally joins her. And her breath catches when he does; the sight of him causing her eyes to widen. )
Oliver! What... here. ( At once, she's spurred into action, rushing forward to strip the rest of the suit from him as quickly as possible.In less than a minute, his clothes are a haphazard pile on the floor. And Kara is using her super speed to locate some towels and a thermal blanket.
There's no time to admire the beauty of him when he's so unnaturally pale. She makes quick work of rubbing him down vigorously with a towel, both to get him dry and encourage some warmth back into his muscles and down into his bones. When he's as dry as she can get him, she bites her lip and the bullet, and spreads the thermal blanket down upon one of the mats. Kara strips her own clothing down to her underwear, and takes his hand gingerly. )
Come lay down with me. I've got you.
( She's already drawn an arm around him and tugged him against her, so that she can walk them both back toward the mat.)
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Sitting and waiting isn't her style, at all. She spends the night getting to know the foundry extremely well. It feels almost like she's going stir-crazy with worry and something akin to cabin fever when he finally joins her. And her breath catches when he does; the sight of him causing her eyes to widen. )
Oliver! What... here. ( At once, she's spurred into action, rushing forward to strip the rest of the suit from him as quickly as possible.In less than a minute, his clothes are a haphazard pile on the floor. And Kara is using her super speed to locate some towels and a thermal blanket.
There's no time to admire the beauty of him when he's so unnaturally pale. She makes quick work of rubbing him down vigorously with a towel, both to get him dry and encourage some warmth back into his muscles and down into his bones. When he's as dry as she can get him, she bites her lip and the bullet, and spreads the thermal blanket down upon one of the mats. Kara strips her own clothing down to her underwear, and takes his hand gingerly. )
Come lay down with me. I've got you.
( She's already drawn an arm around him and tugged him against her, so that she can walk them both back toward the mat.)