Simple. Black. Nothing special. Kara's usual. It wasn't exactly as if Kara had anyone special she should be wearing sexy lingerie for, so why pay the extra. The same, every time. Kara didn't see the point. Until now.

"Hello, my name is Cat. Is there anything I can help you find today?"

Kara turned at the sweet voice and stopped, any exhale turning into a quick sharp gasp. Holy fuck. Kara cleared her throat and smiled, as honestly as she could, and shook her head softly, having found her usual and she was just about done.

"Have you had a fitting lately? I can make sure that size will be a perfect fit."

Kara smiled and tried furiously not to blush, because as much as she'd consider a fitting, anything remotely similar with this beauty could be deadly. Kara was about to shake her head no, but she actually hadn't been properly fitted within a year, and actually wanted to be. But by her?

The downfalls of going to shop in a lingerie store where they offer fittings- the staff are usually hot. As a bisexual woman, Kara had run into her fair share of trip worthy people, both genders. But this... Kara might just have a Kryptonian heart attack.

"Uh, yeah. Okay."

Fuck. Kara really needed to learn to control her own mouth in arousing situations.

"Come with me, we can measure you in a fitting room where it isn't quite so public."

Kara followed in stunned silence, a quiet 'yeah, sure' on her lips, leaving Alex standing by a rack watching with a ridiculous grin. All Kara saw was a red lipped smile, blonde curls at shoulder length, and coppery green eyes that demanded authority.

—

When Kara finished at the checkout, having picked exactly what Cat had suggested, a lacy push up number that defied all laws of what Kara was used to wearing, Alex smirked at her and her bag. And the $45 missing from her wallet.

"Don't even..." Kara started, and Alex only laughed.

"That was a long fitting..." Alex said softly, and the next thing she knew she got punched in the gut by a Kryptonian.

—

Kara knew she shouldn't care this much, it shouldn't mean anything. So the woman who had gotten her to the proper bra size was beautiful. So what? So Kara had practically fainted from the feeling, and having Cat so close almost had gotten her off, from the proximity alone. It shouldn't be a big deal, and certainly, going back for a spray mist shouldn't change a thing.

Kara loved the smell of it, like some long lost Kryptonian flower. And so she went back to buy herself another bottle of it. The fact that Cat was probably working shouldn't have made any difference. Right? Right.