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Lena never expected to break up with her boyfriend of five years and fall head over heels for a stranger the very same day.

But, lo and behold, it happened one stormy, bustling Christmas Eve.

Early that morning, she asked Jack whether he would ever propose to her because she was tired of waiting to be married. In response, he started an argument over it as well as how she was still “holding out” on him until marriage, leading her to cry yet stay firm on her convictions. 

For about an hour afterwards, the budding businesswoman took time to run in the rain, nurse the wounds his harsh words left, and think through her next move. Then, when he went off to work for the day instead of staying home to talk things through and enjoy the holiday, she decided to use her day off to pile all her things into her armored car, leave him for what she thought was forever, and take a short-notice trip on her jet to sort her new life out.

A trip which, as fate would have it, got canceled due to severe lightning storms spanning miles in every direction she could fly out.

And, a trip which she would mourn the loss of deeply. Especially when she called around to different hotels, learned they were all booked up or closed for the holiday, remembered her friends were all out of town, and realized she had nowhere to go but the airport.

“Please? I . . . I know it’s Christmas Eve, but it’s an emergency. Now that my trip’s been canceled, I’m on the outs with my ex, and everywhere else is full or shut down, I . . . I have nowhere else to go,” Lena started begging a clerk of a two-star hotel while crying her little Irish heart out and nursing her drink at an airport pub. 

Crying which apparently changed nothing because the call ended the same as all the others.

“We’re so sorry, Miss Luthor. The hotel is closed down due to water damage from this week’s storms. There’s such a high risk of mold and collapse that we can’t safely lodge anyone right now,” the clerk regretfully and empathetically told her, wishing there was something he could do, but knowing the hotel and her situation were both out of his control.

Understanding the man’s words, but wishing they were different, Lena took another sip of her drink, ordered another one, and replied with sadness mixed with gratitude. 

“Thank you so much for letting me know. I’m sorry to hear you’re bad off, too. Hope it all works out. Take care.”

With the click of a button, Lena not only ended the call, but almost gave up all hope of having a good holiday.

That is, until she felt a tap on her shoulder and heard the sweetest voice asked in the most awkward way, “Umm . . . excuse me, miss?”

Partly because she was tipsy, and partly because she could be adorably clumsy sometimes, Lena whipped around in her bar stool way faster than either of them expected, such that both of them screamed in surprise and made everyone look their way.

“AHHH!”

“EEEEEEE!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“WHAAAAT?!?”

At first, it was hard for everyone in the bar to tell who said what because they were so damn distracted by how hot both women were. But, once both women settled down and dusted themselves off, it became much easier to tell what was going on.

“Umm, hi! Sorry about that. I . . . I’m Kara. Officer Kara Danvers, at your service,” the strikingly handsome blonde pilot said while saluting her and holding out her strong, tanned hand for a shake, not knowing what to do with her tall glass of water self somehow.

Not knowing what to do with her tipsy butt, either, Lena just leaned back against the bar and drank Kara in by looking her up and down in awe. Then, after opening and shutting her mouth a few times, smiled in the cutest, dopiest way possible before replying.

“Hello Officer! I’m Lena. Lena Luthor.”

Lena already felt butterflies in her stomach while checking the fine as hell pilot out. Butterflies which seemed to beat the sides of her belly more intensely and try to fly right out of her when their hands connected and she felt the blonde’s warmth rub off onto her.

But, those butterflies would start to fly into an impossible frenzy when Kara smiled at her, flushed adorably, and said the most wonderful thing imaginable.

“So, umm . . . I, uhh, accidentally overheard your call. And, I . . . uhh . . . I think I can help.”

Feeling happier inside than she’d felt in a long time, Lena flushed, hid behind the napkin she’d apparently taken with her in her whirl of fancy, and adorably squeaked, “Really?”

Now the one to start feeling butterflies in her own stomach she couldn’t explain, Kara smiled until her dimples showed and bashfully looked down at her shoes to get through her next words.

“Umm . . . yeah! And, umm, I was . . . well . . . hoping you could help me in the process.”

When Lena started rubbing her hand to comfort as well as feel closer to her, the shy, nerdy, adorable pilot finally plucked up the courage to look up into those amazing bicolored eyes and say what she’d been thinking of in full.

“You see, I caught my boyfriend cheating a few days ago, and I . . . well . . . haven’t had the courage to tell my family we’re over yet. We – the two of us – were supposed to go to Camp Mistletoe as an item for the whole week ahead, but I don’t have anyone else to go with me because all my other friends have plans. So, Lena . . . as crazy as this sounds . . . would you come with me to a Christmas family gathering in the woods?”

Unable to contain how happy Lena seemed when looking at her, and trying to find a way to fill the silence which was apparently only uncomfortable on her end, Kara just kept talking herself out of the stroke she found herself hurtling towards.

“It’s . . . umm . . . you know. Nothing weird. Just bunk beds, sunshine, s’mores, scary ghost stories in the dark, horseback riding, swimming, bug bites, Sisters versus Misters, presents, trees, and uhh . . . caring. In the middle of nowhere.”

Kicking herself inside for sounding like the beginning of a horror movie on par with Wrong Turn 2, Kara nearly fumbled the ball and tapped right out of the game, largely for reasons she didn’t even understand just yet.

“You know, that all sounds way weirder than I meant it to. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. I can just get some cash to pay for someone to drive you to my place, leave it and the keys for you to stay, and be on my way to the camp.”

But, incredibly excited to be invited to what sounded like such a wholesome event, Lena lovingly drew the officer back towards herself and cooed, “Kara, darling, it’s perfectly all right. I’m in.”

Feeling happier than she’d been in a long time, too, Kara puffed out her chest for the first time in months, squeezed Lena back against her expectations, and asked with her whole heart, “Wait, really? You’d . . . you’d just do that for me? A complete stranger?”

Wondering if Kara was a baby gay or closeted or something, and absolutely dying to find out, Lena winked reassuringly. Then, confessed something, too.

“I’ll do it for you just as much as I’ll do it for me. Because I just left my ex a few hours ago, he doesn’t even know yet, all my friends are gone for the season, too, and I just . . . really need to get out of here for awhile. If you know what I mean.”

Knowing the feeling perfectly, and briefly reminiscing how she became a pilot because of it, Kara cocked her head, shot a sympathetic smile the billionaire’s way, and adoringly replied, “Yeah! Yeah, I do.”

For awhile, Kara and Lena would just stare at each other as the lights of all the holiday adornments flickered around them, still hand in hand, all smiles, and eyes twinkling.

But, then something would break the spell they inadvertently found themselves in.

“Kara! I didn’t realize you were dating Miss Luthor. What’ll it be? Her drinks and yours are on the house tonight.”

All of a sudden, Kara grew as white as the Ghost of Christmas Past, turned toward the owner of those fateful words, and dropped her hand to where it fell from Lena’s. Actions which definitely made the brunette wonder if the gay, bi, or pan vibes she’d been picking up on were nonexistent or somewhere below the surface, yet entirely unknowable at the time. And, actions she took heart to begin addressing. All in a more subtle yet effective way.

“Oh, you’re very kind! But, please; let me pay for her drinks, yeah? I want to reward her for being the Spirit of Christmas incarnate and hurrying down the chimney to save my ass.”

Unable to hold back from flushing, bunching up her hands, and smiling over the compliment in the cutest ways possible, Kara nearly melted into a puddle like snow during spring. Then, couldn’t help but bumble her way through her order in the most intoxicating way possible.

“I’ll, uhh . . . I’ll just have one peppermint margarita as virgin as me so . . . so I can drive. Thanks!”

Words which made Lena not only want to jump the blonde’s bones right then, but notice something through a mix of her magic and her keen power of observation: Kara had taken off her uniform hat and was holding it against her groin, such that what had previously encapsulated her neat blonde bun was now trying to hold back a very large boner.

A boner which turned right toward her when Kara hopped up on a bar stool, obliviously swiveled to face her, and sweetly held out her festive-looking glass so they could clink theirs together.

“To your first time at Camp Mistletoe!”

Words Lena’s surprisingly sex-hungry brain didn’t entirely hear, such that it stopped after “first time” left those inviting, glittery gloss-covered lips.

And yet, words her magic prompted her to reciprocate in her own way so their newfound friend wouldn’t think she’d had had a stroke mid-staring.

“To all the magical first times we can handle!”

Words Kara drank to in a surprising hurry, such that Lena couldn’t help but wonder if the universe was pulling an Uno reverse and making the socially awkward blonde stroke out.

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“Oh. My. God. Are you kidding me?!?”

After they wheeled all of her things away from where her jet staff had left them and got Kara’s bags from her locker, Lena got impossibly more excited for their little getaway. All because she learned something else which was rather adorable and endearing about the sweet blonde.

Apparently, Kara was going to be driving them to Camp Mistletoe in none other than a vintage red truck which she’d decked out as much as a hall should be at Christmas. Specifically, a truck which had a gigantic brown, slightly fuzzy antler plastered to each front door with green and white wrapping paper-themed duct tape. Decorating which made more sense once Lena noticed the giant red nose and two giant cartoon eyes which were more neatly plastered to the hood, then the shiny green, thick tinsel which was wrapped around the upper part of the truck’s bed.

“Reeeeeeeeeee,” Lena squealed with delight and happily clapped her hands upon realizing their ride was a literal rendition of a reindeer. Right before abandoning the hell out of her things to run over and hug the truck like it was a Santa himself.

Feeling herself melt for the umpteenth time in just under an hour, Kara cocked her head and smiled brightly in contentment. Then, decided not to interrupt Lena’s quality time with Rudolph the Red-nosed Chevy, such that she used her superspeed and superstrength to load up all the bags into the wood rail-lined bedding.

Realizing she’d had a moment and forgotten her bags just a few beats later, though, Lena whipped around, realized what Kara had done, and blushed before apologizing profusely.

“Oh, Kara! I . . . I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”

Not at all mad at Lena, Kara winked and flirted for reasons she couldn’t explain yet.

“Oh, no worries! It’s just another opportunity for me to get a good workout in.”

Lena’s mouth went as dry as a badly-cooked holiday bird when she saw Kara proudly flex her biceps and triceps under the casual Christmas tree-themed t-shirt she’d changed into from her work uniform. Then, the good witch-scientist flushed hard, smiled shyly, and adorably chirped before flinging herself into the shotgun seat, “Thank you!”

A reaction which warmed Kara’s heart more than anything since she’d dumped Mon-El.

Warmth which, to her surprise, didn’t seem to go away as they started driving towards the camp. All because they struck up an incredibly easygoing conversation.

“So, how long have you been going to Camp Mistletoe?”

Lena couldn’t help but ask that question before they even pulled out of the parking lot, such that Kara smiled impossibly more, looked at the ground after swiping her employee badge to make the guard rail rise, and gathered her wits to reply.

“I, uhh . . . well, it’s been a tradition since I was twelve. My parents thought it was a good idea to take my sister – Alex – and me there, so we could bond as a family for our first Christmas.”

Wondering what the precious gem meant by “our first Christmas” yet not wanting to bring up what might be a difficult subject, Lena decided to keep focusing on the positive side of things until they got to know each other better. Something which was not all that hard to do, considering she felt like the least she could do was make her newfound crush smile.

“Oh, wow! That sounds amazing. What’s been your favorite activity, out of all the things you mentioned before?”

Just when she thought it was impossible to like Lena more and grin even bigger, Kara experienced both at the same time, such that she developed an even more beautiful, bright twinkle in her eye. Right before enthusiastically replying, “Well, I like each of those activities a lot in different ways! But, I’d say the best part is technically something nobody’s been able to do yet, no matter how new or seasoned they are at camping there.”

Wondering what the adorkable blonde could be getting at, Lena found herself flirting, too. All by lightly putting a hand on the pilot’s right thigh and asking warmly, “Oh, really? What’s that?”

Feeling her boner start to come back with the strength and fullness she’d experienced when they were in the bar, Kara did her best to calm it down while replying with all her usual gusto.

“Every year, there’s this . . . challenge at the camp. Everyone goes looking for a legendary tree – The Great Frozen Fir – with the intent of climbing to the top and adorning it with a star. The thing is, nobody’s ever found it. Maybe because, if the legend’s right, people aren’t supposed to find it; it’s supposed to find them.”

Finding that story equal parts amazing and endearing, Lena got so into it that she confidently raised her fist and declared, “Well, this year’s gonna be different; you just wait!”

Loving how adorable Lena looked when she was fully into her convictions, Kara nearly ran off the road in a distracted sort of happiness. But, thankfully rightened herself after tapping a huge garbage can and cheered back, “That’s the stuff, Lena!”

After a moment of appreciative, contemplative silence, Kara became the one to reach out and start lightly resting her hand on a thigh. Then, added with a proud little smile, “I think it’s you who will will win the Christmas Spirit Award this year.”

Not realizing there was an award to be won for such a thing, Lena simply melted into her chair and lost all sense of self-restraint, such that she couldn’t help but ask something deeper.

“Have you ever been with someone new who seemed to understand you more than someone you’ve known for years?”

Feeling like Lena was hinting at whatever they were to each other right then, Kara cocked her head and tried to think of something to share which wouldn’t drive her possible bunk mate away.

“Well, umm . . . sure! There’s this celebrity who’s said some amazing things during her interviews which have made me feel more seen and heard than many times I’ve been with my family. I never guessed I’d become her pilot, but . . . there we were, occupying the same space for once. Well, not all the same space; technically, I was too nervous to ever exit the pilot’s cabin to speak with her. Because I . . . you know . . . thought it might ruin everything.”

Wondering who Kara might be talking about, but thinking she shouldn’t ask because it might have been a non-disclosure-type situation, Lena smiled brightly and supportively replied, “Well, I’m so glad you have a role model of sorts! We could all use a good one. Couldn’t we?”

Charmed to realize Lena had no idea she was the role model in question, the secretly super moved the hand which had been on the good witch’s thigh to cover the pale, strong, freckled hand on her own thigh. Something which made both of them quietly gasp in surprise, but not say anything or otherwise acknowledge it for miles and miles and miles.

Silence which eventually got filled with Kara turning the radio to classic holiday music, then two Lena unexpectedly making sounds which were another sort of music to the Krytonian’s ears.

Specifically, when the unspoken sexual tension in the air started coming to a head, Kara found herself unable to stop her engorged dick from bending up into the space between her right leg and the matching side of her basketball shorts. Bending Lena absolutely felt, such that she couldn’t help but gasp and throw her head back in ecstasy, then loudly confess something while doing her best to clamp her thighs together.

“SOMETIMES, I . . . I TOUCH MYSELF TO SUPERGIRL!”

Not expecting to hear such amazing, sexy words tumble from her companion’s beautiful, open, panting lips, Kara felt her boner twitch hard and upward, such that it not only knocked their hands off it, but surprised the super so much she accidentally made the truck screech to a halt on a one-way country road.

Not knowing what to do about that in one way, but absolutely knowing in another way, Kara hurriedly explained herself just before jumping out and running to a grass-lined ditch, “I . . . I HAVE TO GO!”

Wondering if that meant Kara was abandoning ship, Lena nearly called out to her, only to be amazed by how her magic picked up on several extraordinary things.

One, Kara using superspeed to get to the passenger side of the truck, a power she didn’t realize the sweet blonde had earlier.

Two, the apparently-turned on pilot using that same superpower to drop her shorts and underwear, revealing an amazingly tan, strong butt.

Three, the woman turning her on by existing using the same power to squirt on what looked like excessive lube, then definitely had to have been lube, given how fast she was able to stroke herself into near-orgasm.

And four, just before either of them could come from the whole spectacle, the alpha accidentally using another superpower – superstrength – to break the wooden and barbed wire fence she had been holding onto for dear life.

Apparently, a fence which had been the only barrier between them and a bunch of huge, black bulls with massive horns both ladies had been far too distracted to notice.  

Bulls who, despite being confused by the intrusion initially, all came to the same conclusion when smelling both of their essences in the humid air and seeing the reindeer-themed truck: there was a weird-looking lady cow who needed some . . . satisfying.

Satisfying they were literally bred to provide, such that they began to stampede accordingly.

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"Run! Lena, run! Get in the car," Kara cried out to her trip mate after noticing the very brunette who made her get out had also stepped out onto the lonely country road.

Frozen by how Kara had broken the fence, dozens of presumably angry bulls were running their way, and the record-setting penis the pilot had evidently not stowed properly was swinging with every step, Lena just stared and bit her lip for a moment. 

Then, when everything started clicking, she did as urged and watched as well as listened to how the alpha did the same.

"Shit, shit, shit," Kara swore under her breath while changing Rudolph the Red-nosed Chevy's stick from parked mode to drive.

Repeating which served as a prelude to them quickly going from zero to sixty miles an hour on the dust-filling dirt road, such that it appeared they were going to successfully escape the bulls. Well, until ones in closer paddocks broke out and started filling the space between.

Looking behind them to make sure the bulls didn't have powers and otherwise weren’t catching up, though, Lena noticed something important: the Black Anguses were definitely trying to keep up, but their dicks were also out and swinging as they ran behind the red pickup. Something which, once she remembered what they were driving, made her aware of the truth.

"Kara! Kara, it's okay! It's gonna be okay," Lena tried to reassure the panicking blonde, only to get a still-panicked response. 

"I . . . I don't know! I think they’re mad I broke the fence and upset their friends! And there are so many of them for miles! What are we gonna do?"

Knowing Kara wasn’t in the state of mind to deeply listen to her, though, Lena just acted. Specifically, used her powers to make the red pickup and all of their things in its bed suddenly start flying into the air. All while crying out, “Hold on! I’ve got us!”

At first, Kara went as white as a sheet, screamed, and accordingly put the steering wheel into a vice grip.

But, after a few beats of her processing her panic went by, something remarkable happened: she started to enjoy them flying through the air, such that she let go of the steering wheel for a moment and cried out something.

“Lena! Lena, it’s a Christmas miracle! We’re flying, just like real reindeer!”

So glad to see and hear Kara was coming ‘round, Lena simply held her hand while doing her best to continue focusing the spell. Then, cried back, “See, I told you! The bulls weren’t really mad at us. They just thought the truck was an omega in heat and wanted some sex!”

Flushing hard over that realization as well as how she suddenly felt cold air on her own dick, Kara tried her best to nonchalantly put herself back. All while whispering adorably, “Oh!”

Flushing herself now over that cuteness mixed with how she’d seen the blonde partly naked, Lena felt some gumption warm her blood and bones. Enough to make her shoot some compliments the adorkable super’s way.

“You have a scrumptious butt and a third arm to match! I wouldn’t mind either being in my stocking this year.”

Going impossibly redder over that flirting, Kara just slumped in her seat in the cutest way possible, covered her face with both hands in embarrassment mixed with desire, and sweetly chirped back, “Thanks!”

Figuring she’d done enough, Lena let go and urged the flustered alpha to open those amazing baby blues.

“Kara, look! You’re missing everything! We’re heading to a forest!”

Finally able to process Lena’s words in full, Kara put both hands down and opened her eyes, only to find perhaps one of the most beautiful sights she’d ever seen: the sun warmly shining on a mix of ocean water, huge and dark green deciduous trees, and what looked like a bridge which had collapsed a long time ago, based on how much of it had rotted away and fallen into the sea and rocks below.

“It’s . . . it’s beautiful! So . . . pretty,” the super happily mused while leaning both arms on the open window and her head atop those, mesmerized by the spectacular view she’d never had during previous trips out here.

Thankful Kara’s pilot self had apparently come back into the fold, Lena decided to play a game. Specifically, one in which she purposefully made her voice sound like a plane’s audio system by making a crackling sound and announcing something.

“Psssshhhttt! This is Captain Lena Luthor speaking! I’ll be your pilot this morning; welcome aboard the Rudolph Express, sit back, and enjoy the flight.”

Going red in surprise mixed with adoration, Kara whipped her head around, smiled until her dimples showed through, and semi-joked back, “Hey! That was supposed to be my job today!”

Loving how she could get a rise out of her secret crush so easily, Lena quirked one of her perfection-laden eyebrows and flirtatiously narrowed her eyes while clapping back, “Oh, really?”

Finding it a good time to share what was on her mind, Kara flushed once more, looked down into her lap, twiddled her thumbs, and confessed something.

“You know, I really was supposed to be your pilot this morning. You know, back there. For your jet trip to Washington state. You were my first and last passenger of the day.”

Now the one to flush hard because she remembered what Kara said about admiring a celebrity and wondering if there was any way they’d ever met before, it became the good witch-scientist’s turn to adorably flush and chirp, “Oh!”

Smiling and taking Lena’s freckled, pale, strong, and smooth hand into her own, Kara softly responded, “Yeah.”

As a quiet but palpable sexual tension arose between them, the pilot warmly added while musing over what could have been, “I think you would have enjoyed the trip; the view is a lot like this one all over Oregon and Washington state.” 

Feeling like she was going to jump her newfound “friend” at any moment if they kept up like this, Lena quickly retracted her hand and softly corrected the pilot.

“No; I really like my view now. The company even more.”

Flushing for the umpteenth time, and so glad Lena wasn’t pulling away because it was too much, Kara simply smiled and chirped against her chest, “Good!”

Feeling like her ovaries, tits, and clit were all going to explode at the same time over that cuteness, Lena made an executive decision: to slowly but surely land the car so they could drive like normal the rest of the way.

“Psssssht! Folks, we’re coming in for a smooth landing against the tarmac to drive the rest of the way. It’s been a pleasure flying with you today. Please be seated and prepare for landing.”

Feeling so incredibly called out once more, but not mad about it at all, Kara affectionately shot back, “You’re damn right it’s been a pleasure flying with you; ten out of ten would ride again!”

Words which didn’t come out the innocent way Kara intended at all, but were incredibly effective at making Lena squirt in her pants while sticking the landing against the winding forest road.

A change Kara smelled in the air because she was quietly reaching pre-rut in response to the sweet omega unknowingly reaching pre-heat.

But, a change the super couldn’t pay attention to long.

All because Lena suddenly cried something out with a mix of fear and confusion.

“KARA! IS IT NORMAL FOR TREES TO ATTACK PEOPLE OUT HERE, TOO?!?”

Unsure of what the CEO was talking about because she’d been so distracted by her enticing smell and the road ahead, Kara turned her head to the right almost too late to take in the news: a skyscraper-tall deciduous tree was about to swallow them whole.

An attack which, moments after them screaming in unison, would turn out to be something neither of them would have predicted in a million years.

Apparently, like Lena had audaciously predicted before, The Great White Fir had found them.

And, it was demanding cuddles. 

All in the form of lifting their car off the ground and passing it up to its highest branches.

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“WOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

Understandably, Kara started freaking out again as The Great White Fir started lifting up Rudolph the Red-nosed Chevy and everything as well as everyone she was toting.

A sentiment Lena felt and understood, given she was wracking her brain to find a solution to their rather miraculous, possibly perilous predicament.

“MAYBE, EMM . . . MAYBE WE CAN CLIMB OUT, FLY AWAY, AND COME BACK FOR THE TRUCK LATER? OR FIGHT BACK WITH OUR POWERS? OR OFFER IT A PRESENT?”

Words which the magical tree apparently understood, such that it started hugging them closer at the prospects of being left or fought with and started to make the truck creak and crack. Then, stopped at the prospect of receiving a present. All by slowly but surely unraveling its twelve story-high, needley branch-laden trunk and gingerly placing the red truck back on the forest road.

Relieved at how they’d been put back down without being ripped apart or otherwise hurt, Kara breathed out deeply and exclaimed, “Whew! Whew, uhh . . . that was . . . that was close!”

Noticing Kara had unconsciously begun holding her hand again, and feeling a little giddy because of it, Lena smiled adorably, soothingly caressed the strong tan hand in hers, and simply chirped, “Mhmm!”

Feeling flushed at the realization they were holding hands again, but not quite ready to acknowledge that development just yet, the good super just smiled quietly. Then, swiftly turned their attention to what just happened again.

“So, uhh . . . why do you think it picked us up and put us back down again? Can you . . . you know . . . tell with your magic?”

Because she’d never been asked that about her magic and didn’t know the answer herself, to loving witch-scientist paused and put her index finger to her chin to think quietly. Right before doing something which boggled the sweet pilot’s mind: getting out of the truck to find out.

Nervous about what the huge white tree might do to her subconscious crush, and freaking out accordingly, Kara did her best to intervene. All by shouting, “NO, WAIT! LENA, WAIT!”

Words Lena couldn’t help but ignore because everything in her being was telling her to seek the truth, even if it meant finding herself in some danger first.

And, words Kara followed up on by getting out of the truck herself, only to find the huge fir tree respond . . . a little differently this time.

“Hello, Whitey,” Lena affectionately cooed as the huge tree sent one of its smaller branches to caress her earnest face and wrap around her, this time in a more thoughtful, tender embrace.

An embrace the amazing CEO reciprocated and, as her not-so-subconscious crush looked on in starry-eyed and open-mouthed amazement, tried to find the reason for.

“To what or whom do I owe the pleasure, Whitey?”

Instead of responding with words, the legendary twelve-story deciduous tree responded in a language the good witch-scientist could understand: magic.

All of a sudden, our two leading ladies saw and heard a shriveled, burned-at-its-edges piece of parchment pop up out of nowhere and unfold. Then, a mix of surprised and unsurprised to know the tree could do that kind of magic, Lena leaned forward, gently accepted the parchment into her outstretched hands, and asked in amazement, “A . . . a star? You want . . . a star?”

Nobody needed magic to understand what the tree was doing when folding over and then unfolding its top; it was confirming that, yes, it was looking for a five-point star.

News Kara contemplated for a moment, only to remember she hadn’t packed any Christmas ornaments this year because it wasn’t her turn and therefore didn’t have a star.

“Sorry, My Great Tree; we, uhh . . . we don’t really have a star,” Kara confessed truthfully, not wanting to get the poor tree’s hopes up or perhaps anger it into attack mode. 

News the tree didn’t take so well, such that it started to droop and “walk” away as if it was sad. But, news which made Lena think of something important: just like the Grinch, they could make something if they couldn’t find it.

So, naturally, the quick-thinking omega shouted, “WAIT!”

Stopping full force, “standing” up to its full height, and turning around with a sense of hope, the tree listened to Lena’s next words with great intent.

“What if I, emm, . . . what if I – we – could make you a star?”

Words which intrigued as well as elated both Kara and The Great White Fir, such that the tree practically zipped right back over and, mirroring the blonde, started “clapping” two of its branches in anticipation at what the two women could do.

“Kara, darling? Would you mind opening my black suitcase, grabbing the string of fairy lights, and bringing it over here?”

Unable to contain her excitement at seeing Lena do some kind of cool magic like turning a stump or boulder into an ornamental star, Kara supersped around to do as told. Something which – like the strong magic it could sense in the kind brunette – deeply impressed the tree, such that it realized it had come upon the most interesting couple to cross its path in decades.

“Here you go,” the alpha adorably declared while proudly holding out the rainbow fairy lights for Lena to take hold of, making the witch-scientist beam gratefully and chirp, “Thank you!”

At first, Kara and The Great White Fir thought that would be the end of the good super’s role in this form of magic.

But, as fate would have it, it was only the beginning.

“Hold out your arms just so, please!”

At first, Kara and the tree genuinely had no idea of what was going on. Well, until Lena started wrapping her adorkable “friend” in the multicolored lights, slowly spun them around each part of her to ensure good coverage, wove Kara’s hair into pigtails, and ended things by making the super’s hair a pointy, colorful cone.

“I . . . I’m the star?!”

Pleased to hear Kara sounding so happy and surprised, Lena walked around to her front so they could make more direct eye contact, nodded cutely, moved to hold her hips, and warmly replied, “Of course! You’re a north star; after all, you saved my entire holiday, Kara.”

Gushing over such a deep compliment, the alpha flushed hard and started looking at the ground as well as shuffling her feet. Then, when she gathered her wits and courage, looked up to quietly and affectionately reply, “Thanks again for saving my butt back there, too. You know, with the bulls. I don’t think I could have done something like that on my own after I, uhh . . . went near their fence.”

Knowing it was far too early in whatever they were to make a masturbation joke, Lena simply wrapped Kara in a hug and replied with a subtle pun.

“You’re welcome!”

Cuteness The Great White Fir couldn’t help but gush at, such that it folded its branches like it was fawning over them with a person with hands folded near their face.

And, cuteness it also couldn’t help but interrupt. All by tapping them on their shoulders with its branches, pointing to its very top, and bending down so they didn’t have to climb all the way up.

“Oh, wow,” Kara quietly began in awe as the tree allowed them to climb on, only to get loud a moment later.

“This is so COOOOOOOOOL! WOAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Just like that, Kara and Lena were being flung into the air as if the tree was about to catapult them into the forest. But, it thankfully stopped just in time to proudly stand up straight, puff out its pale pine needles, and make itself look impossibly more magical. All by making itself glow different colors of the rainbow every few feet, every few seconds.

When they were flying through the air, Lena was honestly too awestruck to speak. But, now that they were on top of the world in a new way and everything felt more right than she’d experienced in years, she knew exactly what to say and do.

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,” she softly said while hugging Kara from behind and daring to kiss her on the cheek.

A kiss in which – as fate would have it – she accidentally missed Kara’s cheek once the smiling blonde unexpectedly turned back toward her.