Hello beautiful, another prompt: christmas sweaters! and mistletoe kisses!
Okay so this is just taking the mistletoe prompt. I’m gonna write sth separate for the sweaters one. Idea stolen from Love Actually bc honestly, how could I not?
Kara is sitting on her couch, covered in three layers offuzzy blankets, watching Friends at almost midnight. It’s the 27thof December. Christmas has come and gone and things are just beginning tosettle down again. Her hands cover a cup of tea, there are several boxes of Christmaschocolate strewn across her coffee table and she is just beginning to doze offwhen there is a faint knock on her door.
She frowns at the sound and scans the door quickly, allowsher vision to reach beyond the solid texture of the wood. She finds Lena Luthorstanding in front of it, hand still raised as if contemplating whether to knockagain or leave. And so Kara shouts out a quick, “I’m coming,” and pulls away theblankets to open the door.
She pulls it open forcefully, swings it open to reveal Lenastanding there, hands clutched in front of her.
Lena gives her a somewhat awkward wave and bites into her lowerlip in a way that is so altogether distracting that Kara has to shake her headfor a second to stop staring at her.
“Do you want to come in?” She asks, already stepping to theside. It’s not as surprising to find Lena in front of her door anymore. Becausethey’re friends now. And they hang out. Often. Most of the time Lena stays over,too. (She also has two sets of pajamas in Kara’s closet and several pieces ofwork clothes. She stays over a lot. That’s what friends do, right?)
But Lena shakes her head in reply and reaches for somethingshe had leant against the wall. It’s a stack of A3 paper and she holds it up infront of her, hands shaking ever so slightly. Kara probably wouldn’t have evennoticed if she wasn’t so attuned to her friend by now. She also now notices thefaint shimmer of nervousness in Lena’s eyes, something else too, somethingsofter.
“Merry Christmas, Kara!” The first paper reads in Lena’s cursive,neat handwriting. She drew a little Christmas tree at the side and it’s solovely, Kara feels a smile breaking up her face.
“Thank you,” she replies softly. “What is this?”
But Lena still doesn’t reply. Instead, she just pulls awaythe first paper and leans it against the wall again to reveal the next pieceunderneath.
“I need to say something and it’s a bit scary and a bitexciting, too.” Lena accompanies the piece of writing with a little smile and alittle flush and Kara has to bite back the urge to reach out for her.
“Okay,” she says instead, keeping her voice low, as iftrying to match the quiet of the written words, as if this moment might breakwith any noise.
“I couldn’t say it in the past and I’ve tried,” reads thenext one.
“Believe me, I’ve tried.” The next one.
“So, I wrote these to help me be brave. Because it’s Christmasand there’s no better time for being brave.” Lena smiles a little with this andwatches Kara carefully as if considering whether she should make a run for itor whether she actually wants to go through with this. So Kara offers her asmile and a nod. A silent way of saying, pleasego on. I’m here. I’m always here.
Lena takes a deep breath before removing the piece of paperand revealing the next one.
Kara stares at her, incomprehension settling over her features.Because she knows that Lena likes her. She tells her that every time they seeeach other. They’ve talked about how they are each other’s favorite person onthe entire planet. (“You’re my favorite person in the entire galaxy,” Kara hadsaid and Lena had beamed with it. Kara had smiled back at her and then theywere there, sitting on Kara’s couch just smiling at each other for severalminutes, knees bumping into each other, joy seeping out from both of them.)
But Lena flips the paper again and the next one reads, “AndI love you.” And that’s about enough to knock all the air out of her chest.
Before Kara can say anything though, Lena practically throwsthis piece of paper to the ground to show her the next one, fingers shaking alittle more violently now.
“As in, I have fallen in love with you and I don’t know whatto do about it.”
Kara can feel her moth opening into a soft o-shape, renderedspeechless by Lena’s words. By Lena, who is staring at the ground withshivering hands and half a hopeful heart.
“And I know that you probably don’t feel the same way.”
“But I thought if you did, it would be a miracle. And whatbetter time for miracles than Christmas, right?
She shrugs a little with that and takes another settlingbreath before looking up at Kara, who is still too stunned to speak, to doanything really but gape at Lena standing there, open and vulnerable. (And shethinks that she has never looked more beautiful than she does now.)
“So I brought something,” Lena flips to the next page, eyesset on Kara now. They’re still filled with gentle fear but also something thatKara now identifies as hope. They’re alight with it.
“And I hope that maybe you’ll want me, too?” reads the nextpiece of paper.
Kara is still just staring and she’s aware of the fact thatshe should probably say something. Something like I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you.Something like every time you look at meI feel like my knees are going to give out, which is frankly quite pathetic fora supposed girl of steel. Something like I love you I love you I love you.
But before she can say anything, Lena flips to her last pieceof paper which is just one giant arrow pointing upwards. Kara’s eyes travel upto her door frame, where there is a mistletoe, tied with red ribbon, swingingover their heads.
She doesn’t have to think about it for a second. She stepsforward, reaches for the last piece of paper and takes it away from her, leansit against the wall with care. She wants to do this right, wants to do this softly.Because it’s Christmas and they both deserve softer things now.
She reaches out for Lena’s face, places her palms on hercheeks and looks at her for a long moment, hoping that her eyes will convey allthat she is trying to say. I love you Ilove you I love you. And Lena smiles like she understands.
And then she kisses her. It’s soft and it’s gentle and Lena’slips begin to move against her own slowly, taking the time to explore this. Kara’shands fall into Lena’s hair, where it is cascading down her back, pulls hercloser. Lena’s hands come around her waist and Kara can feel the way she issmiling against her lips. There is something so intimate about this moment,about this quiet smile translated through touch, and Kara finds herself smilingas well and bumps her nose into Lena’s ever so slightly. She feels the way Lenalaughs a little in response, feels the ghost of her breath brushing against herlips. And she smiles and smiles and smiles.
When they finally part, only just barely, arms still aroundeach other, lips still close enough for touching, Lena whispers, “MerryChristmas, Kara.”
And Kara presses another kiss to her lips in response before they step into her flat together hand in hand.