Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

Rainy Nights

(Y/n) had to wonder why she had agreed, why she had decided to attend something that sounded as immature as a game night.

(Y/n) had quickly learned that when Kara Danvers looked at you through those spectacles with her blue puppy dog eyes, there was no way to say no.

The rain had begun to pound down on the city hours ago, and it had not yielded since (Y/n) pushed open the cab door and paid the driver, pushing her collar to stop herself from getting wet. The cold wasn't something that ever affected her luckily.

The photographer watched the yellow cab drive away as she turned to cross the road (Y/n) stopped in her tracks, all her worst fears coming crashing into her. "Brilliant, just brilliant."

Lena took a deep breath, finally giving up, hoping someone inside would open the door. Who locked the door on a day like today?

She'd not brought a coat, and her driver was long gone taken the car with him. Lena had to wait for Kara or another kind soul to take putty on her.

Rain-soaked into her hair, her blue shirt clung to her body, she cursed her luck.

Arms suddenly wrapped around her, shock and fear rang through her as she feared the worst. Lena suddenly felt something slip over her shoulders, it was warm and heavy.

"I didn't mean to alarm you." Lena heard a familiar voice softly whisper. "Can't you get inside?"

Lena turned her head to see (Y/n) had slipped a jacket over her shoulders. Spinning around out of the other woman's arms, urging herself to throw the coat to the ground and step on it, shouting her rage.

She couldn't, (Y/n)'s eyes searched her face for something, a gentle smile playing across her lips Lena was almost pulled back in time.

"Thank you," Lena whispered, pulling the jacket across her, burying her arms into the warmth of the material, still holding onto (Y/n)'s body heat. It was oddly comforting.

(Y/n) smiled, too lost in the depths of Lena's green eyes. "You're welcome."

"The door is locked, and Kara isn't answering her cell phone." Lena shrugged her shoulders.

"She seems a little cheese brained." (Y/n) joked.

"She's lovely, actually," Lena said, defending her friend.

"No one said you can't be cheese brained and lovely at the same time." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, asking herself why she had decided to play the white knight to the scheming damsel in distress.

"OMG, I'm so sorry!" A hurried shriek blurted out to them.

(Y/n) held in her laughter at the sight of Kara Danvers hurrying up the street towards them. Her glasses were hanging off the end of her nose as she juggled files and papers in her arms and trying to push her glasses up.

"Don't even think about laughing." Lena chastised (Y/n) under her breath as she moved forward to take the load she had off her. "We haven't been here very long," Lena reassured her friend.

"Thank goodness, (Y/n) you're soaking wet!"

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Kara sat on the stool behind the kitchen table, passing her glass between her hands as her eyes trained on her friend. "Did she say anything?"

Lena shook her head. "No, she gave that not so cryptic response in my office and nothing until tonight."

Kara smiled. "Her romantic gesture."

"This is not some 1950s romance, and she is not Cary Grant," Lena said firmly. "I hated her for what she said and did to me, but dammit Kara she goes and does sweet things like that." Lena pointed to (Y/n)'s jacket hung to dry. "I don't know, it's like she's someone else sometimes."