On my Island (Kara x Reader)

7. Definition of Comfort

Y/n pov

As i lay awake in Kara's bed, her beside me, i can't help but want to leave. It's so wrong of me when i know that i'll never let myself feel like that again.

Even when i know that with Kara i'm always loved and that she'll never judge me and is always by- and on- my side. I can't stop the thoughts that are telling me that i'm leading her own, knowing that little fact about me that i'd never dare. It would truly take something big for me to even dare. Especially now that it's been so long since she told me how she felt.

Kara moves in her sleep closer to me, laying her hand over my stomach. My heart is screaming, but instead - knowing that it's stupid - i snuggle up against her. Let her pull me into her inhuman warmth.

I can't help but breathe her in as i bury my own body by her side. Her warm body pressed against mine and even though we've laid like this before, something feels different now. As it something has shifted.

And i finally feel enough comfort in my back and in my head that i let myself fall asleep.

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I wake up to a hand laying underneath my shirt, almost all the way up to my breasts. I'm still in Kara's arms. And i wonder if she can feel my heart thundering against my ribs. I sure can feel it reverberating throughout my entire skeleton.

She stirs and moves her head closer to mine, almost closing the distance between our faces. But her eyes remain closed. And i can't help but imagine them open. Their clear blue shade that always has been enchanted.

And so they flutter open at me staring, her pupils blown up like balloons as she looks back down at me. I don't even stop to consider anything, it's like my body has a life of its own, and i close the small distance between our lips. Crashing them into hers like a train into a mountain wall.

It takes her a whole second to realise what i'm doing before pulling back. Pulling me off her and looking deep into my eyes. As if asking if i'm sure, but i just look back into them as i dive back down. Closing the distance between our lips once again. But this time she kisses me back with the same passion.

The hand on my back moves up to unbuckle my bra, then travel up to cup my neck. Still underneath my t-shirt. Her t-shirt that i had sometime put on before we went to bed. As her tongue teases my lips, her hands go to move me, making me straddle her as the covers fall down to our legs.

I pull away from her face to find her looking at me like i'm the sun and she's the moon. One of her hands move up from my hip to tuck some hair behind my ear, landing on my cheek. All before i dive back down to her lips, tracing them with my tongue as i feel her hands travel down to my hip again, holding me to her.

And i don't think i've ever felt like this before, especially asking she rolls us over. Her hair falling down around our heads, her hands landing beside my head. Now i can let my own hands travel up her back, pulling her pyjama shirt with them. And i swear that her skin feels like steel as i drag my nails across her back. But it still causes her to moan into my mouth.

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But when i wake up i find none of that warmth wrapped around me, or in the bed at all. There's no sweat lining my body and i realise that it had been a dream. It had felt so real, kissing her, touching her. Arousing.

I shake of the feeling as i hear noise coming out from the kitchen. I glance at the clock to see it's already six forty in the morning. Kara should already be at work today, it's friday so she has an early meeting at the office. But still she's in the apartment, all because i was having a bad day last night.

Burying my head in one of the pillows i groan out of embarrassment. I can't keep coming here whenever i feel bad, it's not right. I need to learn how to take care of myself. It's just... Kara was the one who was always there after the accident, especially before the surgery. Those six months i was paralysed in both my legs, i couldn't even wiggle my toes. I hadn't even realised where i had went until i had her arms wrapped around me.

After smelling the scent of coffee i reluctantly get up and head out to her. Rounding the wall i find her standing in the same pyjamas as she wore in my dream and feel how my heart starts racing.

"Are you okay?" She turns to ask me as if she could have heard me. But then, maybe she did. I don't actually know exactly how it works.

"Yeah, thanks." I don't take another step towards her, but more away from her towards the other side of the kitchen aisle. "Look, i'm sorry for last night."

"What have i said about apologising." She says seriously as she smiles so sweetly at me.

"To not do it." I smile back as i fidget with my necklace, but stop as her gaze lowers to it. "Anyways you should get going before Ms. Grant rips your head off for being late."

"That's okay, i already called in late, said it was a family emergency." And even though she says it so casually, my heart warms in that strange way every time she includes me in her family. Considering my own is either estranged or six feet under.

"You shouldn't have." She hands me my cup of coffee while filling up her own cup of tea.

"But i did, now how about we sit down and eat breakfast." She says with a charming smile just as the toast pops up of the toaster.