Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

One Night At A Gala

Returning back to National city after her weekend away with Lena had been like being punched in the face at full force by a vast angry gorilla.

(Y/n) returned to work and continued the usual routine, the city was unusually dreary and (Y/n) found herself sat at the morning meeting fantasizing about the weekend.

Andrea was droning on about one thing or another (Y/n) had her head buried in her notepad, drawing nothing in particular that turned into Lena.

Naked Lena.

(Y/n) cracked a smile as she recalled Lena lit up by only the light of the fireplace, she'd been the most beautiful than (Y/n) had ever seen.

The photographer leaned over her, notepad her arm stretching out too far, invading Kara's space at the side of her, nearly spilling her large takeaway cup of coffee.

(Y/n) was far too invested in her creation. Also taken up in recreating Lena's eyebrow lift and utterly delicious fuck me facial expression. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of smug superiority over everyone because she'd gotten to see that face over and over again.

But it was more than that, she'd seen Lena dance, and she'd made her breakfast it had been badly burnt and the greatest she'd ever had, but it was perfect because Lena made it.

And Lena Luthor was nothing else but perfect.

"If you could join us (Y/n)," Andrea said, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry." (Y/n) replied absentmindedly as she moved her arm Kara caught a glimpse of her sketch. Her best friend naked as the day she was born lying in front of what looked like a fire.

Kara gasped and covered her eyes to ensure the sight not penetrate; she closed her eyes tightly.

"Something wrong, Kara?" Andrea asked the timid blonde.

"No, nothing, Andrea." Kara's cheeks burned bright red as she removed her hands from across her eyes, making sure not to lower her eyes.

"Good, so you both will be at the party this evening the city will want to see this." Andrea grinned.

"Wait, what party?" (Y/n) asked, lifting her head up suddenly.

"I just explained this." Andrea sighed. "Lena Luthor is throwing another glittery soiree to give back to the people or something utterly patronizing."

(Y/n) frowned. What party she never told me about a party.

They'd spent all weekend together entirely alone, and Lena never once mentioned a party or extended an invite.

Insecurities hit (Y/n) again; she had to remind herself that a weekend away in the country was different from being open and together in public in the city Lena lived. She had a profile to ensure she didn't get tarnished what would anyone think if she were linked with a pathetic livestock photographer?

"Fine." (Y/n) sighed.

"You just agreed to be Andrea's date," Kara whispered into (Y/n)'s ear.

Oh no, not again!

                                                                                        XXXX

"I don't know why you wouldn't wear the dress I sent you, darling," Andrea said as she took a glass of champagne from a tray that a waitress was carrying as she passed by. "That shirt is ruined."

"Because I'd rather be hung upside down and whipped to an inch of my life than wear a damn dress." (Y/n) replied sarcastically. Her shirt was ruined through no fault of her own.