Chapter 1
"Is it too much to hope that someday you might give up this ridiculous notion that you will succeed at baking?" Cat called out as she entered the condo only to be met with the smell of burnt pastry. "You literally save the world at least once a year. I don't understand why you feel those accomplishments need to be complemented by some archaic Susie Homemaker persona."
She tossed her keys into the stylish bowl on the table near the door and hung her purse on the coat rack and then sauntered into the kitchen, with a very nice bottle of scotch, to meet the frustrated face of the most adorable alien in the world.
"I was trying to make you a Happy Cake Day cake but I put rum in it so you'd actually eat it and I think the alcohol just made it more flammable," Kara said before blowing one more puff of freezing air onto the charcoal mold. She then dropped it into the garbage and put on a small smile before approaching the CEO. "Anyway, how was your day?"
"I can't complain," Cat reached out with her left hand, wedding ring plucked straight from the stars shining on her finger, and pulled Kara closer by the waist. "A new investor stopped by to try to impress me with a very expensive single malt, our most recent app launch surpassed a million downloads and I just came home to my annoying, yet adorable wife who tried to do something sweet for me on Cake Day."
Leaning in, she brought their lips together in a sweet and grateful kiss before pulling away to run a hand through long and silky blonde hair.
"How was your day?" Cat asked, smiling at the second it always took Kara to recover after they kissed. She wondered how long that sense of awe could possibly last.
"It, um, was good," the perky voice filled the air around them as the alien recalled her day. "I stopped a bank robbery, did a few interviews for my blog and survived Cat Grant coming home to a kitchen that smells like a campfire. I'd say it's been pretty stellar so far."
"'So far' is right," Cat replied and, as if on cue, the buzzer rang.
Kara's eyes squinted as she used her X-Ray vision on the door and squealed with glee at the recognition of the Chinese delivery man. Cat had called them on her way home. As super speed aided Kara in her trek to the door, the CEO opened the bottle of scotch and poured her own dinner. After a rousing game of Guess How Many Potstickers Kara Can Shove in Her Face, Cat snagged one for herself and listened to the girl who stole her heart regale her heroic tasks. By the time Cat had finished the last morsel of fried fat, she also knocked back the remaining scotch and walked slowly over to the perky alien and stepped between her thighs.
"I'd say all that hard work deserves some positive reinforcement, wouldn't you?" she asked, hooking a finger under Kara's chin and holding her gaze. "Clean up and then come to bed."
Without another word she walked to their bedroom to the tune of baking pans being cleaned at top speed. The smile that grew on her face only disappeared when she went to brush away the taste of fried pork from her mouth. She then lit a few candles and slipped into her Supergirl blue negligee just for kicks. A smirk formed on her lips as Kara came bounding into the room.
"Always so eager to please," Cat noted as she drew closer. "I've always appreciated that quality in you."
Her hands ran up the muscled torso to the top of Kara's shirt before swift movements tore open the garment to reveal a white bra with strawberries on it.
"Hmmh, no Supergirl tonight."
It was Kara's clever idea to come to bed as either herself or the Maid of Might as a way to clue Cat in to how she wanted to be touched. No suit meant that wanted things loving and gentle. The big 'S' meant… Well, let's just say they'd gone through a few beds over the course of their couplehood.
"No, you were grumpy this morning and yelled at me about your latte in front of everyone even though we've expressly discussed…" the alien's words were cut off.
"How much that undermines your credibility and reminds you of a time when you thought you meant nothing to me," Cat finished with a nod. A great deal of the physical side of their relationship had become a way of leveling out years of demeaning words and flippant comments that, as much as she tried, Kara could not always shake off. "Let me make that up to you."
"You also me a new shirt. You know, you really don't have to rip it open every…"
She was cut off once more by Cat's lips but this time they were against her own. The hands that had torn her shirt reached up to softly cup her face. The CEO continued the languid kiss before her hands made quick work of the rest of Kara's clothes.
"I like the ripping. It's so much more fun," she said with a smirk as she backed her prey onto the bed and settled between her thighs. "And, just so you know, while the Supergirl nights may be fun, the Kara nights are always my favorite."
The smile that Cat received from that comment seemed to light up the room. And, as she lowered herself to feast upon sweet lips once more, she made a mental note to pick up a shirt with snaps next time.
Their lovemaking was slow and heated as Cat took the reigns first and buried one hand in long, blonde hair and the other between thighs powerful enough launch them both into orbit. Tiny hips worked in time with the thrusts of her fingers to add that extra bit of pressure to their movements. Every time they were together like that Cat's favorite part was the look of utter amazement that radiated from Kara's gaze. It was as if she still, always, intrinsically couldn't believe that what they had was real; that her powerful, ruthless and blunt former employer would work so diligently just to please her. It was the same look she wore the second time Cat flippantly outed her as Supergirl and waved off her apology for lying. The same look she had when Cat finally said 'I love you' back. The same one she had when Cat proposed.
And now the CEO was lucky enough to see it anytime she wanted.
But that wasn't all she got to see. Cat had never been shy about the way her eyes raked over Kara's perfect form. Even in those go awful get-ups the girl chose to wear to work, she was a vision. Yet, like this, naked and raw and straining those powerful muscles as Cat worked her body into a frenzy, she was blindingly beautiful.
"Please don't stop," Kara begged, holding onto the woman above her as tightly as she dared.
"You know I only like to deny you when you argue with me," Cat replied with a soft smirk as she leaned in to claim soft lips and then spoke against them. "Come for me."
Kara had always been good about following Cat's orders to the letter. It was one of her best qualities. The cries that rang out through the condo only served to prove that once more. Once she'd finally started to steady her breathing and came back down to Earth she was met with soft kisses over her face and soothing motions from the very hands that had just brought her to ecstasy.
"I hope I've thoroughly expressed my apologies for the coffee this morning," Cat said as she slowly slipped over to Kara's side and lazily dragged her fingers over a strong bicep.
"It's possible your coffee might not be quite as piping hot as you like it tomorrow morning too," Kara replied with a wink as she turned to look at Cat.
"It's too bad I already fired you so you could pursue that blog of yours," the CEO joked. "I'll never get a decent cup of coffee at this rate."
"Well, I suppose it might not be the greatest idea to have you turn into Grumpy Cat all day long," the alien jested.
"You know how I feel about that nickname, Kara. I think I'll be in need of a Supergirl night tomorrow."
"Twist my indestructible arm, Mrs. Grant," Kara joked as she turned to rest her powerful body against the petit one below.
"Mmm, I'll twist more than that," Cat replied before pulling those soft lips to her own once more. "I love you, Mrs. Grant."
A beaming smile lit up the room yet again; blue eyes shining through with a love far more complex than words could ever state. Nevertheless, she persisted.
"I love you too, Cat."
Several hours later, when both women had been well sated, they fell into the same embrace they always did at the end of the night. Kara's head rested against Cat's chest, the beat of her heart lulling the alien to sleep. Then, as the night passed, they ended up in their morning position, with Kara holding Cat from behind; protecting the small frame even in sleep.
Unfortunately… Cat woke up with quite a peculiar problem.
"Oh, dear God," Cat said as she lifted the arm holding tight to her waist and tried, for the life of her, to remember exactly how much she drank the night before and why she possibly thought it was a good idea to bring a stranger back to her home.
Pulling herself away, and prancing quickly to the bathroom, she donned a robe and looked over her face in the mirror. She didn't look as if she'd had a hard night of drinking but her lack of memory from the night prior would suggest otherwise. With a sigh she pulled the belt of the robe tight around her waist and went back into her bedroom to assess the damage. It was then she took a closer look at woman in her bed and realized that her night had been far more destructive than she'd previously thought.
"Oh, dear God," she repeated as she took in the form of the one and only Kara Danvers. "This is so incredibly inconvenient. Keira! Wake up!"