[It feels like a victory when Lena suggests a training session that evening.Nevermind that her day isn't actually as open as she's suggested. No, she's already decided as soon as she's agreed that no matter how tired she may be that she will power through the exhaustion for the opportunity to spend time with the other woman. Lucy's not quite ready to verbalize that seeing Lena always brings a smile to her face or that sometimes all it takes is a pointed look in her direction to make her heart skip a beat, but she's not naive. She knows that for all that she can compartmentalize in the field when countless lives are at stake, when it comes to personal matters she's pretty obvious, knows this is probably just a harmless crush which will remain unrequited because CEOs of billion dollar companies don't look at military lawyers turned interim head of covert organizations with anything more than understanding and professional respect at best and thinly veiled contempt at worst. Their friendship is enough, really, and should her inconvenient feelings ever come to light, she's certain that Lena will let her down gently and they can move on without mention of it down the road. To hope for anything more would be asking too much.
By three thirty, it's looking like she's going to have to rearrange things if she's still going to make it, which she does despite some grumblings from the rest of her team, passing the baton to her second in commmand while she finishes some paperwork that sadly won't do itself. Lucy manages to leave HQ by six (a new record), which should give her just enough time to swing by her place, grab a quick shower, and get the necessary supplies for their session.
Wraps. Gloves. A few knives. An extendable baton. She leaves the taser on the nightstand, no sense risking an accidental discharge and the fun that entails. She dumps the supplies into her bag, grabs a post-workout change of clothes before sending a quick text to confirm she's on her way and hopping on her bike to ride across town toward Lena's high rise. She rolls through two stop signs in her excitement, but loses a good fifteen minutes to people rubbernecking at an accident that Supergirl isn't around to help clear away.
The doorman lets her in without a fuss, having clearly been instructed to wave her in. She thanks him as he escorts her to the private penthouse elevator. Lucy hoists the bag on her shoulder for the long ride up and breathes a sigh of relief as the elevator doors open at last.
She's got her hand raised, set to knock when the door swings open. One look and up go the corners of Lucy's mouth.]
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Tonight's perfect.
[It feels like a victory when Lena suggests a training session that evening.Nevermind that her day isn't actually as open as she's suggested. No, she's already decided as soon as she's agreed that no matter how tired she may be that she will power through the exhaustion for the opportunity to spend time with the other woman. Lucy's not quite ready to verbalize that seeing Lena always brings a smile to her face or that sometimes all it takes is a pointed look in her direction to make her heart skip a beat, but she's not naive. She knows that for all that she can compartmentalize in the field when countless lives are at stake, when it comes to personal matters she's pretty obvious, knows this is probably just a harmless crush which will remain unrequited because CEOs of billion dollar companies don't look at military lawyers turned interim head of covert organizations with anything more than understanding and professional respect at best and thinly veiled contempt at worst. Their friendship is enough, really, and should her inconvenient feelings ever come to light, she's certain that Lena will let her down gently and they can move on without mention of it down the road. To hope for anything more would be asking too much.
By three thirty, it's looking like she's going to have to rearrange things if she's still going to make it, which she does despite some grumblings from the rest of her team, passing the baton to her second in commmand while she finishes some paperwork that sadly won't do itself. Lucy manages to leave HQ by six (a new record), which should give her just enough time to swing by her place, grab a quick shower, and get the necessary supplies for their session.
Wraps. Gloves. A few knives. An extendable baton. She leaves the taser on the nightstand, no sense risking an accidental discharge and the fun that entails. She dumps the supplies into her bag, grabs a post-workout change of clothes before sending a quick text to confirm she's on her way and hopping on her bike to ride across town toward Lena's high rise. She rolls through two stop signs in her excitement, but loses a good fifteen minutes to people rubbernecking at an accident that Supergirl isn't around to help clear away.
The doorman lets her in without a fuss, having clearly been instructed to wave her in. She thanks him as he escorts her to the private penthouse elevator. Lucy hoists the bag on her shoulder for the long ride up and breathes a sigh of relief as the elevator doors open at last.
She's got her hand raised, set to knock when the door swings open. One look and up go the corners of Lucy's mouth.]
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three old cellphones
a welding torch
and lots of spoons
ooh! and a kettle
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