You and Me Make Three - Sneak Peek

You and Me Make Three - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit, ABO Dynamics, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.
Description: What's a Luthor to do when she discovers the Harun-El split Supergirl? Probably not fly off to Russia, bring the new Super into her home, and form an attachment. But that is exactly what Lena does. With her heart pulled in two different directions between her best friend and her new admirer, Lena explores her feelings for them both, unaware that they are the same person... sort of.
Tags: #ABO, #Omega Lena, #Alpha Kara/Rara, #Rara is wild; she's basically Stitch, or Tarzan #Smut, #Fluff, #Comedy, #Lena doesn't know Kara is Supergirl.
Note: This will be a multi-chapter story. 

The last place Lena expected to find herself was Siberia, but when you experiment with Harun-El, you sign up to take the risks that come with it, even if they include potential hypothermia.


Wrapped in a fur coat and thick boots, she marched through the snow with purpose, led by a man who had sworn that he had caught sightings of something remarkable.

The rumors had surfaced a week ago. A powerful, beast-like woman who didn’t speak any intelligible languages had been causing havoc by breaking into homes for shelter, food, and warmth.

Lena had made it her top priority to find this woman, with an ever-growing suspicion that she was in pursuit of a Kryptonian doppelganger. Not that she had shared that information with Supergirl. She was intrigued, and while there was a risk of danger, she was more concerned about her eyelashes freezing off than a wild Super. Kryptonite had its uses after all, and that was why she had several forms of it with her, just in case.

If Supergirl had been with her, she would have demanded that it be destroyed, and Lena would rather suffer the consequences of braving it alone than being lectured by an angry demi-god that thought she knew better than her.  

Honestly it was laughable. What Supergirl had in power, Lena had in intelligence, and she was far better equipped to deal with this feral Kryptonian than anyone else.

With her guide ahead of her, they approached a derelict wooden house and the man peered through a broken window.

He ducked just in time as someone threw a chair through the glass, and Lena quirked an eyebrow as he scrambled to his feet and ran off. 

Well, she was obviously in the right place. 

She had survived living as a Luthor. She would survive an introduction. Striding bravely into the wreckage of what used to be a home, Lena held her gloved hands up.

Huddled in a corner, with tangled blonde hair and half a raw potato clutched in one hand, there was a very naked, very fearful-looking Supergirl that stared wide eyed at Lena. She looked ready to launch herself through the wall, and Lena croaked out, “Wait, please, I’m not going to hurt you.”
 

The doppelganger tipped her head to the side in confusion, as if taking note of the new language.

Lena tugged off one of her gloves and retrieved a candy bar from her pocket. She waved it to keep the Kryptonian’s attention and held it out towards her. “I won’t say this is food, per se, but it tastes better than what you have.”

The Kryptonian moved so fast to snatch the candy bar that Lena reeled back. Biting into the treat without unwrapping it first, the wild Super chewed a few times before spitting it out with a disgusted look.

“You look exactly like her.” Lena whispered, but she barely got to take her in before the Kryptonian leaned in to sniff her, with curious fingers touching at the fur of her coat.

The grunting, soft noises that came from this look-alike were more than a little alarming, but Lena gave the Super plenty of freedom to explore her. 

Until her phone suddenly rang, and Lena stupidly chose to check it. 

“Kara,” Lena breathed out happily. She saw Kara’s picture on the screen and she couldn’t help but smile and melt over the unexpected call. 

The Kryptonian went mad as she saw the image, grabbing the phone and accidentally mangling it in her hand. “Rarrra-ra-ra-ra,” she asserted. “Rara.”

For the next few minutes, all the Kryptonian did was gaze at her suspiciously, brow deeply furrowed as she repeated, “Rara.”

“Okay,” Lena agreed with a shrug and crouched down to eye-level with her. “That’s what I’ll call you. Rara, after my best friend. Much better than Supergirl.”

Rara sat back on her haunches and watched her curiously, then scratched at her head like a dog with fleas. 

“Rara, will you come with me?” Lena asked nicely, shivering as she held out a hand to coax the skittish Kryptonian. She motioned with her fingers, using a type of sign language that she hoped would convey that she had food. 


After a few seconds, a light seemed to ignite in the back of Rara’s eyes — a flicker of recognition that had her grab the dropped, half chewed candy bar and eagerly slap it into Lena’s ungloved hand with a look of expectation. She grunted in encouragement, and when Lena didn’t immediately eat, she frowned in confusion and scuttled off to retrieve the raw, half-eaten potato instead.

Rara thrust it towards Lena with all of the enthusiasm of a toddler learning to share, and shrank back onto her heels to wrap her arms over her knees. She had a perplexed slant to her lips that was almost a frown. Huffing out a breath, she mimicked the motion Lena had been using, as if to signal that she should eat.

It went on like this for a long while, until Lena became exasperated. 

“I always knew Supergirl was thick, but this only confirms it,” Lena complained under her breath, then beckoned to Rara more urgently. “Please, please come with me.”

Her patience was at an all-time low from the cold, her teeth fully chattering as she attempted to persuade Rara to leave. 

The self-flying plane she had taken to Siberia would be well-heated, but it was still a trek away. She tried desperately to explain that they needed to go now, and decided to use the door as her prop to demonstrate. Opening the door proved to be a bad move, as a strong gust of wind and a flurry of snow blew inside. The frigid weather brought on a wave of dizziness that could only mean Lena was in danger. She always did have a low tolerance for the cold. 

Lena could have sent out an emergency signal using her phone had Rara not crushed it. There had been a back-up option, a small wireless device she had stowed in her pocket, but that had mysteriously went missing. 

Her last conscious efforts were wasted on attempting to describe the plane to Rara. She must have looked ridiculous, flapping her arms and gesturing until the very last second that her energy completely dropped. 

It was much later in the evening that she awakened, half-frozen in the perfectly warm interior of her airplane. The door to the cabin had been wrenched off and hastily shoved back into place. Rara, the culprit, was frantically rummaging through Lena’s supplies. 

“So you’re not as hopeless as you seem,” Lena considered out loud, and then sat up, glancing around at the mechanical components of the plane that Rara had apparently ripped out. 

“Okay, I take that back,” Lena sighed and grabbed ahold of a seat to pull herself up from the floor. She activated the plane’s self-repair protocol and then tried to figure out a way to distract the savage Super she had on board. 

In Rara’s pursuit of food, she had managed to tear apart one of the cushions, and much to Lena’s horror, there was a distinct half-moon chunk missing from a section of foam that had clear teeth imprints in it.

With morbid curiosity, Lena watched as Rara found the case of champagne that she stocked for guests. She raised her eyebrows when Rara’s first instinct was to sniff the bottle before tearing the cork out of it with her teeth to glug the expensive liquid. It fizzed and poured from the neck of the bottle and dribbled down Rara’s chin, much to the Super’s own amusement and wonder. 

Rara touched the foam, then attempted to sniff it. Lena smirked when she snorted the bubbles, but the way Rara reacted told her most about her state of mind. 

Rara promptly dropped the bottle with a snarl, as if she saw it as an attack on her, and then grunted nonsense.
 

It was then that Rara seemed to notice that Lena was awake, and she rushed over to point at the offending bottle with a soft look of concern. “Rara.” She announced, her lips twisting into what Lena could only conclude was some primitive form of worry.
 

Rara’s attention shifted back to her, and she stood without any hint of shame or realization that she was still naked. She seemed fascinated by Lena’s clothes, and tugged at the fur of her coat. Ripping at the zipper detached it from Lena’s coat and Rara sniffed at her exposed neck with more interest. Her hot breath puffed against Lena’s cheek and she brought her hands up to rub over the soft cashmere sweater she wore with a low rumble.

Lena could blatantly see Rara’s arousal and she swerved away before the Super became even more handsy. She had always known Supergirl was an alpha, but to be confronted with it firsthand as Rare groped her had a different impact.

“No, stop,” Lena warned, annoyed for multiple reasons: Rara was not gentle, and Supergirl was attracted to her? That explained so much about the superhero’s passive aggressive behavior. 

In the past, there had been open flirtations between them, before Supergirl’s suspicions shot higher than her usual flight altitude. Lena wasn’t going to stop her research just because the hero’s Super ego couldn’t handle the idea of it. Even if she was staring one of the consequences of her research on Harun-El right in the face: Rara made an animalistic sound and sulkily stared at the floor.