hm lena supposed that , that was also correct. mon - el has definitely been gone for longer. green - blue eyes gaze back , brow quirking in amusement. her own arms mirrored lar’s. “ ah , i’ve never played that game. ”
no longer than usual. no? mon-el leans back slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. soft browns dances with lively mischief as she folds her arms, clearly enjoying the moment. “just been playing hide ‘n seek.”
“hello.” imra’ chin settles perfectly upon a slim shoulder, nose pressing where jaw meets neck and buzzing with tenderness. supple lips weighted with a simper that tells a story of affection. “i missed you.”
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀lena bites back a goofy grin at the way that hands are swayed. digits trace along her knuckles and the raven haired woman squeezes her hand in response. “ you’re right, I can’t. ” a soft hum, “ yes i could go for some of that right now. ”
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svelte digits instantly trace the dips of pale knuckles, hands swaying just slightly. old habits die hard. “you can never say no to me.” a harmless tease. but perhaps there’s some truth. “your favourite then?”
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⠀⠀⠀lena smiles, happily interlocking her arm and hand with sabiya’s. “ sabi ” replies the scientists to the archeologist. “ oh really ﹖” she chuckles and hums. “ well i can’t say no to that. ”
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her lips quirk, grin blossoming across her visage at the Scientist’s presence. “Lee.” arms link together, fingers interlocking. “I think you should I let me take you out for lunch.”
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⠀⠀⠀steps up on soft steps behind the heroine, wrapping her arms around her waists. kiss is dropped to a strong shoulder. “hm good morning” she murmurs and smiles.
she just so happens to be ‘passing by’ the area when she sees sabiya. her normally wonderfully tan complexion looking paler than usual. the archeologist also seems to be playing with her food more than actually eating it. “sabi ִ 𖤠”
Bronze skin seems pale, colour drained and the space beneath usually lively hues are laden with dark circles. Sabiya is perched in a booth only a few blocks from the Museum. Chin rests upon her palm, food left untouched.
lena smiles and sighs when a nose remains pressed against her chin. her heart flutters as she feels content being in the arms of her lover. the young luthor gasps and bites down on her bottom lip when her earlobe is bitten and tugged. a soft ‘hmph’ her response.
the pips of plush lips bloom with that of a adoring simper, petite nose remaining pressed against Lena’s chin as a sweet scent is inhaled. “greetings, love.” imra happily accepts the scientist, pulling her even close as an earlobe is bitten and tugged.
a delighted purr emits from her chest as arms envelop her from behind. her eyes close and she leans back, melts into the solid form of her beloved titanian. “hello darling” she coos in greeting.
« she takes another moment before she nods in agreement. she didn’t want to fight it, she wanted to be home curled up in the arms of the other woman. she wanted to let herself be taken care off for the first time now that she has someone that wants to.
there’s a moment of silence when imra tells her to stop lying and proceeds to tell her she isn’t okay and is running a fever. “i’m sorry darling. . . old habits” she murmurs and looks up at her girlfriend apologetically. she sighs when fingers rub through her hair and »
“Stop lying.” Imra takes perched upon the edge of Lena’s desk, her fingers running through silken, obsidian curls. “You aren’t okay. I’m able to see that and you are running a fever.” She wasn’t born yesterday. Is that the right saying? Hmm. Anyways. “Come on. I’ll take you +