Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

Expect The Unexpected.

There were few things as dull as standing in the middle of a charity auction. The great and good of National City stood around in glass ruby slippers with golden pens and checkbooks in their hands.

(Y/n) found herself in the middle of such an event, of course, held by the richest of them all, Lena Luthor.

Andrea had given the photographer no option but to agree to be her date for the evening. Of course (Y/n) was aware that the woman was using this as a weapon to hit Lena over the head with.

The two women had been throwing cross looks at each other all night, passive-aggressive small talk when they had to show the room that they at least didn't hate each other.

(Y/n) lifted her glass to her lips, it really wasn't working, and it wasn't worth having to dress up in a damn dress for the pleasure of watching two grown women play mind games.

Andrea must have thought it was a grand romantic gesture to arrive at her apartment with a dress and a mandatory date.

(Y/n) had to begrudgingly admit it was a lovely dress, a long dropping v-neck cleavage revealed only the hint of her full breasts. A slit rose up in the center of her legs showing perfect strong muscular legs. She'd even been forced to wear the dreaded high heels.

The nightmare continued without end.

The photographer pushed her glasses up her nose, remembering the words of someone who'd once told her glasses made her look sophisticated, was it still valid?

"Remember to smile (Y/n) darling; you look like your attending an execution," Andrea said quietly over the rim of her glass of champagne.

"Smiling was not part of the agreement." (Y/n) retorted. "An execution would liven this place up, the soulless and their checkbooks, it's gross."

"It's for charity." Andrea blinked.

"If you say so." (Y/n) shrugged, everyone had to get something for giving to charity, what was selfless about that?

"You once told me your family was wealthy, where are they?" Andrea asked.

"Dead." (Y/n) coldly replied.

"I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago." (Y/n) shrugged. "How much longer is this thing on for?"

"The night is long from over." Andrea smiled over the rim of her glass at Lena, who wat hed them from the other end of the room.

Andrea moved forward, letting her fingertips trail down (Y/n)'s arm. "I'm so glad that you agreed to come tonight."

"I had no choice. You tricked me."

Andrea fell over herself with an overdramatic laugh that made Lena scowl. "Oh (Y/n), you are so funny."

"Yeah, sure."

"OMG (Y/n)!" A woman shrieked suddenly, (Y/n) looked up just in time to see a petite blonde bombshell launch herself at her.

(Y/n) caught the woman in a fierce hold and spun her around with glee. "What the hell are you doing here?" The photographer finally asked when she managed to put the woman back on the ground.

"What kind of welcome is that?" The blonde smiled, grabbing (Y/n)'s face and pulling it down until their lips met in a fierce heated kiss.

Andrea's eyes widened in surprise, and Lena steamed at sight, both women suddenly united in the hatred of this new, unfamiliar woman.

When the woman finally let (Y/n) go, she beamed at her, Lena couldn't help but hate how much happiness that one woman had put on the photographer's face.