love
Supercorptober 2023
"I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you" - Dylan Thomas
It takes time for Kara to tell Lena she loves her. She starts and stops the words over and over in her head...even once as a whisper against the shell of her ear, pressed into her side after falling asleep on the couch, the credits of movie flickering on the tv and her heartbeat settled into sleep.
a prequel to day 4 - money
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The lingering scent of ash and smoke followed Kara into the apartment. The smell still clinging to her clothes despite the rain that had done its best to rid her of it itself. She dropped her keys on the counter, not even reaching for the lights as the soft glow from the living room offered more than enough light. She found Lena curled up on the couch. The television flickered with muted colors, a book lay face down on the coffee table.
"Hi," Kara whispered, leaning down to brush a stray strand of hair from Lena's face.
"Hey," Lena murmured back, turning her head further into the pillow.
Kara grinned in amusement. "You fell asleep."
"M' only resting," Lena murmured, turning her head back again, eyes fluttering open to reveal sleepy green depths. "I wanted to wait for you. Are you okay?"
"Nothing a little sleep can't handle." Kara smiled, fingers picking at the loose thread of the blanket covering Lena's legs. "You certainly help, too."
Lena's eyes softened, and she reached out to squeeze Kara's hand.
"You should shower....I'll be here."
She nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to Lena's forehead, a promise to return too, before retreating to the bathroom.
She turned the water as hot as it would go, stepping under the spray and letting the water fall in sheets down her back until it became clear at her feet. Her thoughts followed it. The weight that had been bearing down on her all day giving way to the lightness of Lena waiting for her.
As she made her way back to the living room, she saw Lena had shifted on the couch.
"Better?" Lena asked, her voice low and still laded with hints of sleep, her accent slipping between the syllables like it did on Kara's favorite mornings.
"Much," Kara admitted, her chest feeling lighter as she sunk down onto the edge of the couch. "Are you sure you don't need to go home?" Kara asked again, concern etched into her features.
"It's movie night," Lena replied with a soft huff, patting the empty space beside her. "Now, lie down already."
Kara grinned back at her, hesitating for only a second before shifting closer and lifting her arm up for Lena to tuck herself against her side. Her head coming to rest on her shoulder as she pulls them both down onto the soft cushions.
It's all but impossible to focus on the movie. Her thoughts consumed by the way the glow of the television danced across Lena's face or the way her breath ghosted across Kara's collarbone with each exhale, the space between them getting further apart as Lena's eyes started to close. Eventually, sleep tugged at Kara's consciousness, too.
She woke up again a little later, disoriented by the darkness and noise that had settled around them. She looked up to see the credits rolling on the screen, mingling with faint hum of the fan above her and the city outside that was louder than usual. Lena came into focus, too, her heartbeat steady and slow, thrumming beneath her fingertips as they spread across her ribs and traced idle patterns on her skin.
Kara's thoughts danced between the world outside and Lena in her arms.
Danced around the words she had been trying to say for weeks now — had hoped for even longer.
Being with Lena was still new. But loving her? Loving Lena was anything but.
"Hey, Lena," she whispered as loud as she dared to make the words. "Are you awake?"
Her hand shifted a little. Felt the rhythm of Lena's heart — Still slow. Still steady.
Kara closes her eyes and traces the line of Lena's cheek to the hollow of her neck. Presses a gentle kiss there to be sure.
Then she tries the words on first. Says them to herself until she whispers them again against the shell of Lena's ear.
"I love you."
Just loud enough to be real.
Not quite loud enough to be heard.
She drops her forehead against her shoulder. Starts the slow process of disentangling them from each other and then back again. Slipping from under her and then carrying her across the room and into her bed.
Lena stirs slightly, curling in towards Kara again.
Kara pulls up the covers, but her body still waits for her to slip in beside her before it settles.
And it will take time for Kara to tell Lena she loves her.
But until then, she has her hands and her and her body to speak for her.
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read this and the rest on Ao3 too
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Hobie is Ony and Aran's father. And he treats them both how to treat a woman in public versus in bed. And it's literally never awkward to talk about it with theem because they listen closely. He uses his beautful wife [you] as an example [how to treat a woman in public of course].
He shows them to be straight up gentlemen. How to open a door for a woman, how to speak to her, what to do when she gets upset--ALL OF THAT!
Hobie is so damn chill. He will answer all of their questions, no matter what they are!
"If you don't want kids, use a condom." Hobie sighed, staring his two oldest sons that sat in front of him, watching him attentively as he spoke to them. Aran slumped back onto the kitchen island behind him, manspreading. "What if she'on wanna use a condom?" Aran asked with his brows furrowed. "Yo, thas a dumb ass question. If she'on wanna wear a condom then just pull out." Ony said, giving Aran a stank face. Hobie chuckled at the interaction between his two oldest sons before parting his plump two toned lips to speak up, only to be interrupted by his wife [you ofc] "Onya, what I say about that cussin'?" you sternly said from in the living room.
AAAAAAAAAAA
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