Is it Gravity (or are we Falling in Love?)

Chapter 5

Kara isn't honestly entirely sure how she finds herself here exactly, standing in front of Lena's closet. With a few sets of clothes neatly piled on top of her hands.

Her own sets of clothes, for comfy and casual wear, for work wear.

Keyword: her own sets of clothes. Including some socks, bras, and knickers.

It's not a whole lot of clothes, of course— just some few clothes because she's not moving here. Obviously. Goodness. That'd be remarkably ridiculous. Terrifyingly ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. All the intensifier adverbs of the human language put altogether— ridiculous. She looks down at her clothes, trying not to slip and accidentally have her hearing go haywire from the inner turmoil that's building up inside her.

Rao.

Rao, Rao, Rao, she chants in her head stressfully, willing herself to find some clarity and guidance as she stares into the closet and drawers. And, oh, hey, it smells so nice around here, just so much like Lena— no, no, focus, Kara. Get with the program.

She scratches at her eyebrow and thinks back two days ago, frowning to herself.

"Since you're here often, why not just bring some spare clean clothes from your apartment and leave some here?" Lena suggested, appearing nonchalant as she looked into her refrigerator and grabbed some drinks and sauces.

It was a peaceful, quiet evening. Kara had a spatula in her hand with a dash of smudged up chocolate on her cheek. She wore an apron that had already been dirtied by sprinkles of flour. Lena was in the same state. They were attempting to recreate some cuisine they both saw from The Great British Bake Off and so far it was going okay. Okay as in not terrible. Okay as in not bad. Mostly thanks to Lena and her ability to correctly follow the recipe, but Kara wasn't about to admit that just yet.

"My clothes? Are you saying that I should bring some and pack them into your closet and drawers?" Kara's eyebrows shot up and she looked at Lena.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said?" Lena slowly nodded, then shook her head. "Semantics. So?"

Kara felt herself freeze at her spot.

"I mean, that's if you want to," Lena added when Kara wasn't saying anything, who just simply stared at Lena with her eyebrows drawn together. "That was a silly suggestion, I'm sorry—"

"Lena," Kara interrupted, her name coming out breathless. She shook her head, grinning at the woman, "No, no! I think that's a great idea!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! I mean, it would definitely make my neighbour less judgy and suspicious of me every time I'd—" Kara paused sharply, and Lena arched an eyebrow. "No, no, it's good. I'll bring some. But are you sure it's okay? Like, my clothes will probably be a bit too much and I know you like your space, and—"

"It's fine, Kara," Lena cut her off gently and grinned, waving her off warmly. And when Kara pushed her glasses up in nervousness out of habit, letting out a small oh, Lena chuckled at the sight. "I'm the one that suggested it. Don't fret, you're not invading my space at all."

Right. So maybe that did indeed happen two days ago.

So maybe Kara does have the slightest bit of clue. Oh, who is she kidding. She knows every bit of sentences and action that lead her exactly to here, standing in front of Lena's closet, with her own pile of clothes.

Lena had suggested, and Kara had merely agreed to the said suggestion.

It's the actual act of doing it that flips something inside her, thoughts flaring and brewing in a way that confuses her. The act of standing in front of Lena's wardrobe and drawers with the intent of placing her own clothes inside there.