Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

A Day In The Life Of Lena Luthor, Again

Lena turned a sneaky side glance at (Y/n) as she tried to focus in on her microscope, why was it so hard to concentrate on the woman's presence?

It had been a whole hour since Kara had left in search of whatever it was she'd left behind. Lena couldn't remember (Y/n)'s piercing eyes kept robbing her of all rational thought.

Lena's whole body felt alive to the electricity that surrounded them. Her whole body seemed to be alert for the slightest little thing. It was a feeling Lena was familiar with, but she hadn't felt it for a long time.

(Y/n) adjusted her lenses and snapped a picture, Lena's hand delicately held onto the side of the microscope could someone's hand be described as sophisticated? Because Lena's hand was.

There was no doubt about that.

(Y/n)'s mind filled with images of those hands caressing her body, marking their trail down her quivering eager body. The thought was too much (Y/n) shook away the image and carried on with her task wishing Kara would return from her foolhardy mission.

She was up to something (Y/n) could feel it in her bones.

"So, Ms. Luthor, ever brought your wannabe crush here to flex with your big microscope? I'm sure they were mesmerized." (Y/n) asked sarcastically.

"Why, is that what you did to get your blonde? Your very short blonde." Lena replied.

"Why, are you feeling a little jealous yourself, Ms. Luthor?" (Y/n) chuckled.

"You wish."

"If you must know Sara found me, I did not find her." (Y/n) chuckled, her mind temporarily leaving Lena and thinking back to that day, it could have been a thousand years ago, but it seemed just like yesterday.

Kythira, Greece. 1281, B.C

Primitive.

That's definitely what this place was, the endless silence pierced through more silence with deadly effect.

Aphrodite had a job to do, yet all she could do was lean out of the horrible stone window and gaze out at the ocean.

Five years ago, she'd landed in that water, the foam rising up with her as she surfaced like a siren long flowing (h/c) hair blowing cascading around in the wind.

She could still remember the feel against her feet as water gave way to hot sand, clinging to her feet, making them dry only to make their home there.

It had taken weeks to get rid of the sneaky sand, hiding in every orifice she had no idea it even existed.

Images of home still haunted her; the fierce, cruel, bloody battles that clung to her dreams like weights upon her eyelids would not depart.

The stench of blood threatened to choke her until she couldn't breathe anymore. Hone was gone, and she was now just a glorified princess in an ivory castle.

Only the ivory castle with brittle stone.

"Oh, Hi." A strange voice said behind her, jumping to alert Aphrodite landed on her feet from her place by the window.

A blonde woman stood in the doorway, crystal blue eyes glistened under the reflection of the sun that shone in through the window.

"I'm looking for the Goddess of sexual desire?" The woman asked.

Aphrodite let her gaze fall down the woman's body, taking in every delicious detail. There were women like this back home, but none so beautiful.

Aphrodite flashed a smile. "Who is asking?"

"A well-wisher?" The blonde shrugged, casting out an awkward smile. "Are you Aphrodite, the Goddess of love?"

Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Sadly, yes, you set one couple up, and suddenly you're the Goddess of love, and the whole emerging from the sea thing didn't help me."

It hadn't been a shell that she had emerged from, but a craft. There were no logical thinkers of this age. Or were all humans profoundly stupid?

"Really?" The blonde asked.

"It was part of it. You can't even go for a swim in this place without someone claiming you are a Goddess."

"So, your Aphrodite? I'm Sara." The blonde grinned, raising her eyebrows.

The Goddess raised an intrigued eyebrow, she knew this look, she knew the look very well. The willing maidens of her homeland had cast it her way a fair few times much to her parents dislike.

Suddenly being the Goddess of love was not such a bad thing at all.

"Yes, yes, I am Sara."

The memory was too strong; the salt in the sea began to surround her, and (Y/n) had to push away the feeling of nostalgia. Life was similar then.

Before, she knew what love was when obligation and honor were the only things she knew.

"So, you're not going to tell me?" Lena huffed.

"I told you she found me; the rest is none of your business Ms. Luthor." (Y/n) replied smugly. "Unless you want all of the gory details."

"No, thank you." Lena crumpled up her face in distaste. She didn't want to know any of the disgusting details.

(Y/n)'s eyes flashed devilishly. "You don't want to know she was my first?"

"What?" Lena whirled around sharply.

"Yep, the very first time. Probably the next one hundred times too." (Y/n) shrugged. "She's an excellent teacher."

Lena's eyes smoldered with rage and regret. She wanted to hit back and land her own aggressive verbal attack. "I understand, Jack was a very passionate lover, he taught me many things."

(Y/n) pursed her lips in annoyance. "Yet you dumped him soon enough, can't have been so good."

Lena's green eyes flashed with defiance. "Didn't you dump Sara, she can't have been that good either, or did she dump you maybe you weren't perfect."

(Y/n) leaned closer to the annoying woman bracing her hands on the desk in front of her. Almost boxing Lena in her arms yet giving her space to exit. "I can assure you, I am even better than you ever imagined." (Y/n)'s voice was low and honey silk.

"What makes you think I ever imagined you at all." Lena blushed.

(Y/n)'s upper lip curled up. "I had the tent next to you in Costa Rica, I heard everything."

"You did not!" Lena protested, still standing her ground.

(Y/n) only nodded. "Oh yes, I heard every little thing that poured from your sweet lips."

Lena felt hypnotized as she moved her head forward ever so slowly, (Y/n)'s heart felt as though it would explode out of her chest at any moment.

"Hey, guys, I found it!" Kara announced excitedly as she closed the door behind her. A big smile on her face seemingly blind to the red tash that had overtaken Lena's face and (Y/n) grumbling under her breath. "I'm ready Lena Luthor."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Why is everyone using full names all the damn time. the woman knows her name, it's even weirder Kara cause isn't she your friend?"

Kara's cheeks reddenedas she shrugged. "It's habit."