kendrene: Yeah, so maybe Kara was crushing on Lena, so what.Color was such a foreign concept to her,

kendrene:Yeah, so maybe Kara was crushing on Lena, so what.Color was such a foreign concept to her, even though her abled bodied friends were always happy to describe what they saw if she asked, and yet she’d started to play this stupid game in which she tried to guess what color Lena’s eyes could be.Going at it logically, Lena’s eyes might resemble those of her snakes. When Kara had asked, she’d told her the snakes had green eyes, so it stood to reason hers would look the same. But what hue? How deep? Kara felt that she was missing out on a crucial piece of information. It was odd, fixating on the one thing that could kill her if perceived. The small detail that would mean she couldn’t be around Lena at all. Theoretically speaking, Kara was willing to risk it, but instinctively knew Lena would never allow it.She was still thinking these thoughts when she headed home, so distracted she was navigating her way into the apartment and to the bathroom on autopilot. So engrossed in her hypotheses she didn’t even hear the gurgle of the water rattling the old pipes, or hear it spatter against the tempered glass of the shower box.It didn’t register that she’d walked in on Lena taking a shower until she walked, quite literally, into her. Naked — her brain supplied unhelpfully, when the drip-drip of the water was replaced by the raspy hiss of some very caught-off guard snakes — Lena was naked.But of course, who was gonna take a shower clothed?“Oh, my God.” It was useless, but Kara covered her eyes anyway. “Oh heck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t — I would never —” Lena was so close she could feet the damp heat of her skin. It swirled into her nose, redolent with the lavender notes of her shampoo. Her hair, unruly as they were in their normal state, curled up to a tangled mess within seconds. “I, uh. I’m gonna go? I’m so, so sorry…”“No!” Lena cleared her throat. “I mean, I need to get dressed, but uhm, don’t apologize. I guess I forgot to lock the door. Yeah.” They stood in awkward silence, water trickling on the tiles, the snakes now brushing Kara’s cheeks apologetically. “‘m sorry.” Lena mumbled, and when cooler air swept between them Kara could tell she’d taken a step back. “They just got spooked. They didn’t, like, bite you, right?”“Oh no.” Kara flailed, waving Lena’s apology away. She was the one who should be doing all the sorry-ing. “And even if they had, I kinda deserve it.”Slither - VII - read now on Patreon  -- source link

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