This is for sigh100 thanks for the request :)

Siobhan Smythe noticed the woman from a distance the first time. She was locked in a plexiglass box. Beauty like that shouldn't be locked away from where people could adore it. The woman's white hair flashed as she lit up the whole cell with electricity.

When Siobhan learned that the only way to get rid of the Banshee was to kill Kara Danvers, she immediately thought about the white-haired woman. She screamed to release the woman, hoping the woman would be grateful enough to at least have a conversation with her.

When she met the woman face-to-face she couldn't help but sigh with amazement. Livewire was gorgeous. Her long white hair was beautiful. Her cold black eyes cut into Siobhan's soul. She shivered, this woman was making her weak in the knees.

"You even have my brand?" The woman snarked.

"I wanted to make you feel at home," Siobhan said, standing tall in the face of this strong woman.

"Who are you?" Livewire shot back.

The brunette smiled, "Siobhan Smythe." She gave a little smile at the woman, hoping to all things holy this other woman was impressed.

"It's like your parents knew you'd grow up to be a big snob." Livewire snarked, the corner of her mouth lifting as she said this. Siobhan felt her knees grow even weaker. That little smirk was doing things to her.

"I need your help," Siobhan admitted.

"I can help you catch on fire." Her voice was hoarse. The brunette liked it, it gave the woman more character than just an angry lady. Even though Livewire was threatening her Siobhan had the feeling that she would let the woman threaten her anytime.

Siobhan glared at the woman, hoping she could feel the amount of pure admiration pouring out of every pore. "You should be a little more grateful since I'm the one who broke you out of your hamster wheel."

Livewire tilted her head, confused. "How'd you do that?"

Siobhan screamed. Her eerie voice echoing. The brunette tried to aim her scream at a window, but the force of it still bowled the snowy-haired woman over. Livewire gasped and put her hands over her ears, to block out the sound.

"Luck of the Irish." Siobhan smiled, trying to hide her unease at the other woman's pain.

"Okay, I'm listening," Livewire shrugged, "sort of." She smiled.

"It's why I drew you here. You and I have shared interests. You wanna kill Cat Grant and Supergirl, and I wanna kill Cat's assistant who's protected by them both. Figured we could team up." As Siobhan spoke she eyed up the silvery haired woman. Livewire seemed to be both unimpressed and impressed. She was unimpressed by Siobhan's appearance but impressed by her display of power.

Livewire smirked again, "Like an evil Taylor Swift squad?"

Siobhan couldn't help but giggle. That was a funny little joke. "What do you say?" She asked Livewire.

"Not in that outfit," she gestured to Siobhan's clothing. "You need a makeover. This is gonna be fun."

They laughed together, sounding a bit maniacal. Livewire brought Siobhan to a friend of hers. He was called the Tailor, he took her measurements. Livewire watching him intently. ("You touch her wrong and I'll light you up like a Christmas tree," Livewire threatened.) The Tailor pulled out a suit from the backroom, it was black, with a little silver design. Siobhan liked it, and it fit perfectly.

Livewire then took her hand and dragged her to a salon, where she got her hair dyed silver, to match the little accents on her new outfit. Siobhan was starting to think Livewire liked spoiling her.

The two women made their way back to the warehouse, Siobhan following Livewire into one of the many smaller rooms around the back of the building. "So, what's your name, besides Livewire?" The, now silver-haired, woman asked.

"Leslie." She pulled an eyeshadow palette and a bag of assorted makeups out of a backpack in the corner of the room. "Sit down," Leslie pushed Siobhan into the chair on the edge of the small room.

Siobhan gasped as she was manhandled into just the right position for Leslie to begin applying the makeup and face paint. "Your face is so pale," Siobhan gasped, reaching up to stroke the other woman's cheek.

Leslie caught her hand before it reached that perfectly white cheek. "Keep still." She dropped Siobhan's hand.

Siobhan closed her eyes when prompted. She was forced to use her other senses. She smelled the ozone flowing off Leslie. She felt the roughness of the other woman's fingers against her cheek. Siobhan felt the way the makeup brush glided across her skin, followed closely by Leslie's rough, calloused fingers.

"Open your eyes," Leslie spoke softly after more than an hour of brushes gliding across Siobhan's smooth skin. She followed the instructions and peeled open her eyes. Livewire held a mirror up to Siobhan's face, letting the woman see the silver and black makeup and face paint.

"It's perfect." Siobhan stood, facing Leslie. "You're perfect."

Leslie placed her hand on Siobhan's hair. "Don't. Please. Don't make all this harder than it has to be."

"What do you mean?" Siobhan's heart was breaking. She had quickly fallen for this strong, powerful, crazy woman, who was now saying she couldn't do this?

Leslie pulled herself away. "Eventually Supergirl is going to bring us down and we're going to be separated." Siobhan could see the tears glinting in the corners of Leslie's eyes.

"Can't we at least pretend that our plan is flawless. Can't we pretend that we have time?" Siobhan whispered, placing her soft hand over Leslies calloused one.

Leslie pulled Siobhan forewards, tangling her pale, white, hands in the woman's silvery hair. Leslie pressed her chapped lips against Siobhan's smooth, painted lips. They both sighed into each other's mouths. Feeling like they had just kissed a star, everything around them exploding into light, fire, electricity.

They separated. Leslie sighed. Siobhan grinned like a fool. "That was incredible," Siobhan whispered, her face still incredibly close to the other women.

"Supergirl will be here any minute," Leslie whispered back.

"We're pretending we have time, remember." Siobhan breathed into the pale woman's mouth. Kissing her again, this time deeper.

When she finally let Leslie separate the other woman giggled, "we have time." 

I hope you guys like this one. Please gimmie some requests or prompts. This is actually incredibly fun for me so I'd love to do more of them. 

Sammi