Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

What Is A Flying Meathead?

"(Y/n)?" Lena's knees shivered as she stood on shaky ground as she reached a handout.

"So that was weird." (Y/n) laughed a little louder than she intended to.

"Are you okay?" Lena asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, I feel pretty good, which I must say isn't as good as you look, Ms. Luthor." (Y/n) grinned, moving quickly to pull Lena into her arms. "You always look so good, I always feel sorry for other women around you, you're like the sun, and you blind them out with your brightness."

"I'm not sure that's a nice thing to say," Lena said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"The truth is the truth." (Y/n) smiled, holding Lena tighter and putting her head on the woman's shoulder. "I feel sad for them because you're so perfect in every way, and they have no chance of ever catching a glimpse of the rays of sunshine, you exude."

"(Y/n), someone could see us." Lena looked around her nervous to see any prying eyes watching them.

It wasn't that Lena was afraid for them to be found together, but something didn't feel right. There was something wrong; she knew (Y/n) well enough by now.

"Come on, I'm taking you home."

"Yes, take me home, my home we're always at your place. I want to fuck you in my bed." (Y/n) whispered into Lena's ear. "I want your perfume branded on my pillow."

"You seem a little strange, are you sure you're okay?" Lena asked, her eyes scanning every part of the woman in front of her. (Y/n) was often crass, but this was not her usual.

"I'm brilliant, I'm with you." (Y/n) grinned.

"Let's get you home, my place. I'm not leaving you alone tonight." Lena thoughtfully said as she reached her hand out to take (Y/n)'s.

"Aww, you are worried about me." (Y/n) cooed happily.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it. It will not often be happening." Lena said, letting out a frustrated huff, trying not to give away how worried she was.

"Lena?"

"Yes."

"You have a delicious little bottom." (Y/n) said, blurting out her gaze fixed on the hypnotic sway of Lena's succulent derriere. "Those ass cheeks sway in unison like firm solid soldiers, I think I can hear them clapping as they meet."

"Why thank you (Y/n), no one ever pointed that out quite so eloquently before," Lena replied sarcastically. "Just try to be quiet until we get home."

"Ah, you said, we get home, I remembered that you think it's our home."

"This is going to be a very long night."

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Lena closed the bedroom door behind her quietly; something was wrong, but what could she do?

She couldn't go to the only Kryptonian she knew because this was not her secret to tell anyone; it was (Y/n)'s.

Lena poured herself a glass of whiskey and slumped down onto the sofa. It had all started after that annoying blonde had kissed (Y/n).

Lena pondered what to do as she took a sip from her glass tumbler; maybe she was too dramatic.

Could that kiss have just realized (Y/n) so much it made her physically sick? Did Kryptonians even get physically ill? No, of course, they didn't.

Lena was thinking in circles.