Lena Luthor Appreciation Week (Day7/7)
Free Choice - Headcanon
Kara hates thunderstorms. She loves the rain and the cool air, its the thunder and lightening she hates, especially when she is flying. The clouds are so black and ominous that its like you could get lost in them forever and never find your way out. The cracks of thunder are so loud it is almost deafening, and impossible to block out. Not to mention the vibrations from the thunder are so powerful they shake her so hard it makes her teeth clack together. And then there is the flashes of lightning. So bright when you are in the air that it can make you see stars. Or in Kara’s case blind her just long enough to almost take out a tall building.
Lena is reading in bed the first time they are together during a thunder storm. Kara crawls into bed with her, burrowing herself against Lena’s side and pulling the blanket over her head. Lena gently pokes fun at Kara for hiding until Kara, tears rolling down her cheeks, tells her about the first time she flew through a storm not long after coming to earth. How the storm pelted her, threw her around, how it encompassed her, swallowed her senses, and made her feel more alone then she ever has before. Lena holds her making comforting noises unsure of what else she can do, until Kara quietly asks if Lena will read to her. Wrapping herself around Kara, Lena spends the rest of the night reading her book out loud to Kara.
Every thunder storm after that, no matter where they are. Lena brings Kara home to their bed where she piles as many blankets as she can on the bed for them to hide under. Bringing a light and Kara’s favourite Jane Austen book underneath with them. Kara burrows into Lena’s side, the noises muffled by the wall of blankets and does her best to focus on Lena. On Lena’s steady heartbeat, the slow melody of Lena’s voice as she reads out loud, the smooth strokes of Lena’s fingers threading through her hair gently scratching her scalp, the warmth emanating from Lena’s body. Lets Lena take over all her senses until the thunder and lightning is nothing but a distant memory.