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Fifteen years into their marriage and there are times when Kara still can’t believe Lena actually agreed to marry her. Even now as she’s two fingers deep inside her wife, Lena writhing and moaning Kara’s name in pleasure, in worship almost, trailing nips and bites on Lena’s perfect skin, there’s still an element of awe and wonder in Kara that she suspects she will always have for her wife.
It’s never stopped feeling like a privilege being able to hold and to love Lena like this. And when Lena lays a track of kisses as she goes down on Kara, dragging her extended fangs, the feel of it never failing to cause a deeply pleasant rush all over Kara, she wonders how she ever became so lucky to find someone who seems to be able to read her and know her even when she doesn’t say anything (nothing coherent anyway).
And when the soft but firm tendrils that held her down to stop her when she inevitably starts to buck and writhe recedes and they are both left gasping, sated and happy, Lena’s body pockmarked with bruises while Kara has bites all over, they stare into each other’s eyes, all their love conveyed in the fiery silence between them.
“This was a—uhh—pleasant surprise,” Kara says, still grasping for words, her mind still buzzing. She has within her arms the most beautiful woman in the world. Sure the world outside might be falling apart, but right now, right here, everything is right. Until she sees the confused frown on her wife’s face.
“Surprise?” Lena asks, gently peeling herself off Kara. She traces the long, heavy scar across Kara’s chest, made by a silver sword that almost killed Kara a couple of years back. She bears many of those scars but none of them are as deep or as lasting as this one. To Kara, it is a reminder of how powerful and dangerous the humans have become and a testament to how much more powerful her wife is. Everyone gave up on Kara then, said it was impossible for a wolf to survive such grievous wounds made by toxic silver especially.
She was in and out of consciousness for the weeks she was in bed, but every time she’d be awake for a few groggy seconds, she would always find Lena beside her, eyes glowing gold and green, trying something, anything. She never stopped trying.
After that, people learned never to say the word ‘impossible’ in front of Lena.
And she had a pretty gnarly scar as proof.
“You’re telling me that setting up a romantic dinner for my wife and then fucking her within an inch of her sanity should be a surprise? I feel like I’m doing this wife thing all wrong.” Lena tries to act offended for a second but perhaps seeing the already apologetic look on Kara’s face, Lena smiles.
“So… this isn’t the surprise?”
Lena shakes her head and rolls out of bed. “Unfortunately, we do have to get dressed for it. Unless you want all the surveillance wards to see you in your naked glory…which I’m not opposed to but I feel like I want to keep that vision to myself, if that’s okay.”
Kara grins and gets up too, picking up her suit and in a few minutes, they are walking down the long hallways of their home.
It is one of the most heavily fortified, heavily warded, and safest place in the world… mostly because no one could find it. It has, to Kara’s knowledge, only two exits. One is a door that is actually a teleportation portal made to look and act like a door. It transports Kara and Lena to wherever they need to go if they’re going out. And from the outside, it is opened by Lena via a spell or the ring on Kara’s finger which contains a copy of the spell.
If it’s not Kara or Lena who tries to access the portal, they are immediately dumped in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
(Lena briefly considered an active volcano but Kara said they should at least have a fighting chance hence the Pacific Ocean.)
The other exit…Lena hasn’t quite explained beyond telling her that if ever the curiosity does arise in her, to make sure she’s with Lena when she opens the unassuming door.
So it is quite a surprise when Lena stops in front of said unassuming door, turns to Kara and says, “Thank you for your patience. You can open it now.”
Kara looks at Lena, at the doorknob, and back at Lena. “Ten years. You’ve been working on this for ten years.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” Lena teases before her face turns serious. “But I want you to be the first one to see it. You’ve been so patient with me, trusting, never asking questions even during the times when every waking moment I had was spent here. I almost lost you because I was so focused on this…” Lena stops, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
Kara grabs the doorknob, twists it and pushes the door open.
It feels the way their other door feels when its magic is activated, except this one feels heavier. The weight of it reminds Kara of those heavy vault doors in banks.
Inside is a circular room, semi-dark with a raised dais in its center. Around it are control panels of some kind, with gently glowing monitors and buttons.
Lena enters first, leading Kara by hand. Even with her eyesight, she couldn’t quite make out where the walls and ceilings are, but the floor is solid stone.
There’s an intricate ritual circle carved on the floor of the dais, far more complicated and twisted than anything Kara has seen Lena draw.
Lena presses a button and there’s a dull humming and the ritual circle pulses for a second before a couple more monitors began glowing on the panel.
“I don’t know if you remember this but you said something the evening after you proposed and I accepted,” Lena says.
Kara tries to remember. She knows that the day Lena accepted her proposal was also the day that a couple of faes were caught trying to kidnap a human child. Somehow, they all knew that it would be the straw that would break the camel’s back. A full-scale war was declared not long after that.
“You said that it felt like even the spirits themselves weren’t too happy with our relationship. That maybe we weren’t meant to be. Funny because the day we got married, we lost one of the bigger fae cities, almost as if to emphasize that point. But you reassured me then that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if the fates, the gods, the spirits, what have you, didn’t approve. We love each other and that’s all that matters.”
Kara nods. “And I stand by it.”
“Good.”
Lena mutters something then and the panels dim for a second before a bright screen of some kind appears before them, about ten feet tall and just as wide, with hundreds of tiny square sections equally divided inside it. Each square section shows something different, as if Lena had decided to show hundreds of movies all at once.
“Lena?” Kara asks and when Lena turns to her, her wife’s eyes are flashing gold and blue, red and green.
“When I was in high school, I came across this physics book that spoke about the possibility of multiple parallel universes. It was a theory then, interesting but was still relatively new and unknown. A few years after that, it would be accepted as fact. But it didn’t matter because it was impossible to access these parallel universes, let alone count how many there are.”
Kara looks at each of the segments in the screen carefully. Each of them was distinct in a way.
“Don’t tell me you’ve managed to get a glimpse of these universes…”
“Okay I won’t.”
“Lena…”
“I’m not done.”
Kara rolls her eyes, still in awe at what she was seeing. “Of course you’re not.”
Nothing is ever simple for Lena. Except loving Lena. Loving Lena is easy.
But here, Lena’s face turns somber. “I almost lost you two years ago. This world is dying and the conflict doesn’t look like it’s ending anytime soon. There are wounds that even I cannot heal and I’m afraid that if things don’t get better soon, then this world will not be able to sustain this war any longer. Regardless of which side wins, if we don’t end in a few years, then what will be left is a world that cannot support life…at least not until it has been given enough time to recover. Who knows how long that will be.”
Lena flies over to Kara and pulls her off the dais just as it flares up. The next second, the circle disappears and in its place is another portal, this one darker.
“But maybe, we can find a place amongst these infinite universes, a home for our people. One where we don’t have to constantly worry about losing each other…”
Kara stammers, her brain grinding to a halt, the immensity of Lena’s project finally revealing itself to her.
“So…you’re telling me that all we need to do is gather our people here and we can transport them somewhere else?”
Lena laughs, setting them back to dais as the ritual circle powers down. “It’s not that simple, but essentially, yes. First, we need to find a place to go to, then assemble our people. Not here. No. This place will always be just ours.”
Kara looks around. “So, you’re going to recreate this circle somewhere else?”
“Recreate it, make it bigger so that giant ships bearing thousands and millions of our people can go all at once. I would need a full day’s rest after that but essentially, I can keep going once a day until we have evacuated everyone.”
“Lena…” What more could she say though? Everyone kept dismissing her wife. True, she will never be as purely powerful as the other witches. But what she lacks in power, she always makes up for with ingenuity and a touch of insanity, really.
Kara’s heart is so full, so proud that the only thing she really could do was pull Lena to her and kiss her, hoping maybe this would be enough to convey the love and pride she has for her wife.
Lena moans in their kiss and a thought about maybe getting another round here in this odd place wouldn’t be so bad passes through Kara. But just as she was getting lost in their kisses, Lena pulls away, places one more kiss before smiling widely.
“I’m not done yet,” Lena murmurs. Her eyes glow a steady pulse of green and gold and she turns to the screen. Each of the segments now showing Kara and Lena…
Or Kara thinks it’s them. She gasps.
“There is an infinite number of parallel universes, with more being made every day. I have seen about a few hundred thousand of them so far and in each and every one of them, we are irrevocably, undeniably tangled in each other’s life.”
Kara’s eyes are still scanning the segments, with all the versions of their lives being shown.
“In the ones where one of us has died, the other one is left in unspeakable misery. It’s never good for us to be apart.”
“Lena… This is…” There’s a small part of Kara that wants to laugh, the only thing stopping her is the somber look on her wife’s face. Because Lena, genius that she is, is also another level of petty.
“In every instance of our life, in every universe, we find each other. We find our home. So don’t you ever doubt us again.”
Kara laughs then, loud and full.
All of this, all because Kara doubted for a fraction of a second. Lena would take the next fifteen years working on a project to prove her wrong. So maybe they’d be able to save the rest of their people too, and maybe this was the biggest, most ambitious marriage of science and the arcane. None of that mattered to Lena as much as completely and totally crushing Kara’s moment of doubt.
“I love you, Lena.”
“I love you, Kara.”
Kara pulls Lena in for another kiss before leading her back out of the room. All the things she wants to do to her wife right now will require a bed and their stash of toys.
Impatience takes over and she picks Lena up as she runs, her steps echoing down the long halls of their home, the only other sound being the soft welcome greeting of the AI Lena installed years ago.
“Good evening, Mrs. Luthor.”