Morning after

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet apartment. Outside, Gotham was waking up in its usual grumble—car horns, distant sirens, the occasional flutter of pigeons startled by something unseen. But in here, everything was still.

The university student as Kara Danvers stirred under the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes as the scent of something warm and buttery drifted into the room. Her hair was a tousled halo across the pillow and the oversized T-shirt she’d thrown on halfway through the night was now bunched up around her waist. She blinked again.

The bed was empty.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. Her body still hummed from the night before, her mind looping little flashes of lips, fingers, gasps, and orgasms. She hadn’t meant to fall so hard. But the way he touched her, the way he looked at her like she was something real… Kara Danvers, not just the girl who saved the world when people needed saving.

“Ngh.”

Her pussy was sore. As a Kryptonian, that was not a feeling she expected to feel from a mere human. No offence to their kind but they were…sensitive. Weak. Breakable. And although that was the case with this man, that weakness had also somehow applied to her.

The sun continued to pour over her and rejuvenate her. Kara stretched and got out of bed, her bare feet padding softly down the hall.

The kitchen was bathed in that early orange-pink light, and there he was. The pizza guy. Shirtless, hair a mess, flipping something in a pan with the kind of confidence that made it very obvious he knew his way around a stove.

“Oh—hey,” the pizza guy said, glancing over his shoulder with that kind smile of his. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t really sleeping,” Kara said, her voice soft. “Something smelled… amazing.”

He shrugged modestly, then gestured toward the counter. “I hope you like fluffy scrambled eggs, maple bacon, and French toast. I uh… kinda got bored and didn’t want to leave you without breakfast.”

“Thank you, you’re unbelievable,” Kara said, still a little sleepy, smiling as she leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “Do you always do this for the girls you take home?”

“I, erm…don’t really take girls home.”

“Ah.”

Following the brief silence, he plated the last bit of food. “So, um, food? I can make more than just pizza. Oh, and, sheesh…” He went over to the curtains and opened it up. The sun came down on Kara. It was…wonderful. The sun. The sun meant so much to her. It brought her comfort whenever she truly needed it.

Without knowing, as though destiny, he knew to bring it out.

She blinked, a little stunned. Then smiled, heart swelling in her chest. “Thanks. Thank you a lot.”

They sat at the tiny kitchen table, eating together, barefoot and relaxed, trading little jokes between bites. He wasn’t trying to impress her. He wasn’t overthinking. He was just himself.

And that made all the difference.

But like all good things in Gotham, time had its limit.

The pizza guy glanced at the clock, eyes widening. “Oh crap—I’ve gotta go. I’m covering the lunch shift today.” He stood up, quickly gathering his jacket and slipping his shoes back on. “I didn’t mean to run out on you.”

Kara stood too, trying not to pout. “Duty calls?”

“Pizza waits for no man,” he said. “But I really, really didn’t want to leave. Not after… last night. Or this morning. Or—just everything.”

Kara got up and reached forward, brushing a crumb from the corner of his lip. “Then don’t be a stranger.”

He looked down at her, almost shy again. “I won’t.”

She leaned up and kissed him—a gentle, slow kiss that tasted like syrup and morning sunshine. When she pulled back, he looked shocked and happy.

“I’ll come by after my shift,” he promised.

“I’ll be waiting,” Kara said.

And as he left, bag slung over his shoulder, Kara stood in the doorway with her fingers at her lips, heart racing like she’d just flown a thousand miles in two seconds flat.

God help her.

She was so falling for the pizza guy.

“Wait, did he even give his name? He did, right? Shoot…”