Alternative ending of "Red Faced"
Very Important Note: Kara has blown out her powers, and can hence get drunk, but her senses are still much better than a normal human. I know this doesn't make sense, but just go with it.
"Have another one, Kara," Cat was too drunk to care that she was saying her assistant's name correctly for once, but from the look of things, Kara was worse off than her, so at least there was a good chance the girl wouldn't even remember the slip in the morning.
"I think I've had enough, Miss Grant," Kara was trying to protest now, it was adorable how the younger woman thought she could deny her boss, but just as she had for every drink after the first two, and just as Cat knew she would continue to do, Kara accepted the drink that Cat shoved into her hands anyway.
"Good girl," Cat almost purred, reaching out a hand to lightly brush a stray strand of hair off Kara's face. She didn't miss the slight blush, or the way Kara's eyes dilated at the contact. The reaction gave Cat pause, she had thought the girl had a thing for the photographer boy, but maybe not.
No one would ever guess that Cat was secretly very fond of her assistant, well, more than fond actually. At first, Cat had found Kara's bubbly personality and endless good-nature grating, but she had refrained from firing the girl because, despite her personality faults, Kara was exceptional at her job. As the weeks turning into months, however, and Kara showed no sign of quitting or breaking under Cat's demanding and harsh treatment, Cat had begun to look at her differently. Every other assistant she had had, had only lasted a few months, but here it was, two years later, and Kara was still able to smile in her presence, nervously, yes, but with the same level of joy and honesty as the day she had been hired. It took a rare strength to continue to shine so brightly in this world, it was a quality Cat herself didn't possess. So Cat had begun to push her assistant more, still being harsh on her, but now there was a purpose to her critiques. Cat demanded excellence from Kara because Kara was capable of it, and now Kara was blushing and smiling at her and Cat couldn't stop herself from openly staring as this beautiful, shining girl.
This is not good, get ahold of yourself, Cat! She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about this, her assistant was young, and beautiful, and delightfully naive and adorable in the way that professionally made the older woman cringe, but privately made her want to take Kara under her wing, or more directly just under her, and show her a whole new world. It didn't hurt that Kara also looked a bit like Supergirl, and Cat doubted that there was a straight man, or gay woman in National City that hadn't fantasized about sleeping with the blond superhero.
So yes, Cat had thought about fucking Kara, and Supergirl. She had allowed herself that small indulgence because both of them were safe, unachievable outlets for her fantasies. Her assistant was supposedly straight and pining over James Olsen, while Supergirl was, well, off flying around in a cape somewhere. But she would never have allowed her fantasies quite so much free reign if she ever thought there was actually a chance for something to happen with Kara. Any other person she wouldn't have worried about if her fantasies and reality overlapped, but every other person was not Kara. While privately she could limit her thoughts to imagining what it would be like to just touch and caress her young assistant, to hear her moan Cat's name, Cat also knew that if she did get the opportunity to sleep with Kara in real life, she would want it to be about more than just sex. And that was very, very dangerous. But now Kara was looking at her like Cat was the superhero, and Cat realized that maybe, just maybe, Supergirl wasn't the only woman that belonged to her.
If she had been sober she would have filed this information away for further review, but Cat Grant was most decidedly not sober, and she wanted Kara, warning bells be damned.
"Kara," she said the name correctly for a second time, this time running her hand slowly and seductively down Kara's arm, trying to gauge the response. Kara did not disappoint, and as the younger woman shivered, Cat felt her own heart rate increase.
"Finish your drink," she ordered, pulling her hand back and downing her own martini decisively.
"Yes, Miss Grant," Kara's voice was breathy and Cat knew she wanted to hear more of it. Both drinks empty, Cat threw money down on the table and grabbed Kara's hand, yanking her roughly to her feet and pulling her into her body. Kara shivered again when Cat wrapped an arm around her waist to steady the girl, and if they hadn't chosen a bar so close to CatCo, Cat wasn't sure she would have been able to resist taking her assistant right there on the table. But that would lead to getting thrown out of said bar, and very public coverage, and while she was drunk, she wasn't as drunk as all that.
And then, just like that, they were in Cat's private elevator on their way to her office. It was late and everyone would be gone by now, meaning that she could make Kara scream her name as loud as she wanted, and no one would hear or come to interrupt. With that realization, Cat knew she couldn't wait anymore. Reaching over, she pressed the stop button, before turning and giving her full attention to the other woman.
"Miss Grant, what-" Kara started to say, but her voice broke off as she took in the feral look her boss was giving her. Cat tilted her head slightly, enjoying the view. Kara, poor, sweet, naïve Kara, still hadn't figured out where this was all going, and Cat smiled predatorily as she stalked across the small space. Kara's eyes widened and she backed up, one step, and then two, before her back hit the wall of the elevator.
"Nowhere to run, my beautiful girl," Cat's voice was low and rough as she closed the distance, placing her hands on either side of Kara, trapping her in place. Cat paused slightly when she saw the true confusion in Kara's eyes. Part of her, a very small part, was screaming that this wasn't right, but Kara was still looking at her in that way that Cat knew meant the younger woman wanted her, and so Cat let her intoxication take over and gave in.
"What-" Kara tried to say again, but this time she was cut off not by a look, but by Cat grabbing her hair and forcibly pulling her head down into a fierce kiss. There was a short second where Kara was unresponsive, and Cat started to worry again, but then Kara's arms were on her waist, pulling their bodies closer, and Cat felt her begin to respond.
Cat bit the younger woman's lip slightly, eliciting a sharp gasp, and Cat used the opportunity to invade her mouth. Surprisingly, Kara didn't just roll over and accept her position on the bottom, causing Cat to growl in excitement as she realized that there was a true fight for dominance in the kiss. Even so, she was Cat fucking Grant, and she was not about to lose to anyone, let alone her assistant.
Cat used her free hand, the one not tangled in that thick blond hair, to slip under Kara's shirt and then her bra, before roughly taking Kara's breast in her hand and giving it a hard pinch. The response was immediate, Kara cried out and shuddered against her, and Cat tightened her grip on her hair, while at the same time claiming her victory in the kiss. Kara moaned again as Cat shoved her leg in between Kara's own, applying just a ghost of the pressure she knew the younger woman needed, and Cat felt her own need increase. She couldn't wait, she didn't have time to explore Kara's body, to learn about her, she wanted her right here, right now.
Pulling away from Kara's lips, she kissed and bit her way down Kara's neck to her pulse point, using her teeth on the soft skin, while at the same time dragging her hand, and nails, down Kara's abdomen. Even in her hurry she still noted how fit Kara was, something she was sure she would have time to explore once they were in a more horizontal position. But a moment later her hand was down Kara's paints, and she let out an involuntary moan herself when she felt just how wet Kara was for her. Cat wasted no time in shoving three fingers into the younger woman, hardly caring if it was too much, too soon. At her touch, Kara threw back her head, and Cat reveled in the noises escaping from Kara's throat. She didn't try to be gentle, and from the way Kara was reacting, she didn't want Cat to be gentle either. It didn't take long before Cat knew she had Kara right at the edge, and she wasn't in the mood to tease, that could come later.
"Come for me, Kara," Cat growled, meeting her assistant's eyes, making sure that Kara could see her own lust and need reflected back at her, and then Cat curled her fingers inside Kara, while pinching down with her thumb. Cat broke the gaze only to bite down hard on Kara shoulder, a move that was rewarded as the breathy whimpers and moans were replaced with a sharp cry and she felt Kara convulse against her.
She kept their bodies pressed against each other as Kara rode out her orgasm, before slowly removing her hand and bringing it to her mouth, never breaking eye contact as she carefully cleaned her fingers. She removed her other hand from Kara's hair and stepped back, pressing the button to resume the elevator's motion. She knew she was grinning like, and as much as she hated to turn to such predictable language, like the cat that ate the canary. But oh, what a canary.
A second later the doors dinged and the two of them were greeted by a dark office that was, most importantly and blessedly, empty. Now to really show Kara what she was capable of, Cat thought, meaning to lead Kara over to her office and do things properly. But Kara seemed to have recovered faster that Cat would have thought, and, instead it was Kara that was kissing her, pushing and pulling her along, and Cat felt herself helpless to stop her. As much as she liked being in control, there was something about the way Kara was kissing her, the look in her eyes, that told Cat that right now, she was the most important thing in the world to the other woman, and for some reason, that look, because it was coming from Kara, was enough to take her breath away and let Kara take the lead.
Cat tried to make one move to push Kara down on the couch, but Kara seemed to have other plans, and a moment later Cat found herself to be the one flat on her back looking up at the stars on the sofa on her balcony, instead of inside. Kara was straddling her, and Cat closed her eyes enjoying the kiss, but then the younger woman pulled away and there was a decidedly annoying lack of touching.
Cat opened her eyes and reached to pull Kara back, but the other woman brushed her hands away, and although she did oblige Cat slightly by beginning to run her hands over Cat's body, it was almost like Kara was assessing her, the touch too fleeting and light to give Cat any real satisfaction.
"Kara," Cat warned, but Kara shook her head slightly and responded with, "not yet," her eyes watching Cat's face intently, her hands continuing their maddening search.
"Kara," Cat tried again, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Cat's question was greeted by a brilliant grin, the kind of smile she had only just started to see from her assistant when Cat made a decision that Kara truly approved of, like when she had decided to post positive stories after Thanksgiving. Cat felt her heart rate increase once again, and she could almost swear she saw a hint of laughter in Kara's eyes as a result.
"I'm learning about you, Miss Grant. I'm sure you've noticed by now how detail oriented I can be," Cat arched an eyebrow and Kara went on, "so I'm watching your eyes to see how they dilate slightly more when I touch you here as opposed to here," and Kara moved her hand to one spot just under Cat's left breast that she especially loved, before pulling away too quickly to another place, "and I'm listening to how your breathing changes as I alter the amount of pressure I'm applying."
Cat rolled her eyes, "you can't be serious," but the way Kara was looking at her told Cat just exactly how serious Kara was. Still, Cat refused to give in, "just hurry up and fuck me already," she snapped, trying, and once again failing, to pull Kara closer.
Kara just shook her head and continued with the maddening smile, but a moment later her hands finally stilled, "alright, Miss Grant, shall we begin?"
"Finally," Cat was glaring, "this stupid stunt of your better be wor-" and then words failed her because the 'stunt' was indeed worth it.
Three orgasms later Cat didn't remember when she had lost all her clothes. Some part of her, she knew, found it was incredibly unfair that Kara was still completely dressed, although clearly disheveled, but after Kara had gotten serious, Cat would have given anything not to stop what was happening, not even to undress the woman on top of her. She had never had sex like this before, never had someone learn so quickly just where she liked to be touched and how, and she had probably screamed Kara's name enough times by now to make up for all those times she had said it incorrectly on purpose. And then Kara did that thing again, at just the right moment and Cat fell apart for a fourth time.
She must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was hearing Kara's voice say her name over and over again.
She opened her eyes and Kara's beautiful, worried face came into focus. Cat's head was still spinning, but as she moved to sit up she noticed that she was now completely dressed and inside of the office, she must have been out for at least ten minutes then, if not longer.
"Miss Grant, thank god," Kara was saying, "I was so worried, are you ok, are-" Cat couldn't help but smile at the familiar babbling. She almost couldn't believe that she had just been so thoroughly handled by the flustered young woman kneeling at her side, the young woman who was still calling her Miss Grant, not Cat, despite what they had just done.
"Kara, calm down," Kara quieted instantly in response to the order, at least Cat knew she was back in charge. "Get me-" but before she could finish, Kara was already handing her a glass of water and an Advil.
"Take an Advil as well, both of us are quite drunk, you'll need it," she was trying to regain her composure by giving orders, knowing that Kara probably needed to be centered back into their usual dynamic just as much as she did. At her words however, Kara's brows drew quickly together.
"I'm not drunk," she responded, although as soon as she said it, she began to look uncertain.
Cat sighed, "Kara, trust me, I am drunk, and you, my dear, are very very drunk," she offered her assistant a comforting smile and reached for her.
Kara backed away, tripping over her own feet as she did so, panic clearly setting in.
"I don't get drunk!" Cat was starting to get worried now, but she found it hard not to be amused that Kara thought she could drink so many martinis without any effects.
"Something's wrong, I, I have to go, I'm sorry!" Kara was now frantically searching through her purse for her phone.
Cat rolled her eyes, "don't tell me you've never been drunk before," she meant it as a joke, but her slightly amused smile vanished a moment later when Kara looked up at her.
She had never seen Kara look so scared, "I've never done this before," Kara's voice was soft and Cat could just make it out, but she wished she hadn't heard it at all.
"Which part? The getting drunk part, or the sleeping with your boss part?" Cat tried to hold on to her amusement at the situation, but it was getting harder to maintain.
"Any of it, I've never been drunk before, and I've never slept with anyone before!" And then there was a pause as Kara looked at her, true realization setting in, "we had sex, oh no, no, no…"
And then Kara was running, or rather stumbling away from her.
"Kara!" Cat tried to yell, but her body was in no condition to go after the younger woman. Instead all she could do was watch Kara frantically push at her cell phone, clearly not hitting the buttons correctly, as the elevator doors closed on her.
Cat felt like the ground was spinning out from beneath her as Kara's last words sunk in. Cat started to replay the evening in her head, and suddenly, it was beginning to take on a whole different light.
Cat had been too caught up in her own want, her own need, to treat Kara the way the girl deserved. Even though tonight had been driven by lust, Cat had never doubted for one moment that Kara actually meant something to her. She knew Kara was special, and Kara didn't deserve her first time to be in a drunken moment, let alone in an office, and she most certainly did not deserve to be roughly shoved against an elevator wall and fucked in a confused haze like she was any random hook-up. And yet somehow, despite this treatment, Kara had still treated Cat like she was a goddess. Kara had made Cat feel like she was the most important, the most special person in Kara's life, like she was all that Kara could see in that moment. Cat had no idea how Kara had been able to do that, if she really hadn't had sex before, but Cat supposed that the assessing thing she had done in the beginning was responsible.
Even as that realization was enough to make Cat cringe, it wasn't what was making her feel so sick in this moment. No, the credit for that went to the revelation that Kara had never been drunk before, and, from the sound of things, didn't even realize she was drunk, at least not until Cat had said something. It was that knowledge that was driving the nausea that was threatening to overpower her.
Of course there were always consent questions when alcohol was involved, but both Kara and Cat were grown women, despite the age difference. Cat had assumed Kara knew what she was doing when she accepted the drinks, that Kara knew how they would affect her. But if Kara had never been drunk before then the girl truly might not have had any idea what the drinks were doing to her. Kara had started protesting drinks after the first two, but Cat had made her drink those first two so quickly that Kara had probably already been drunk, and by that point, Kara's judgment was already impaired enough that, it was just possible, that if she truly didn't think she was getting drunk, that she had been too out of it to even realized what was happening.
And so in the elevator, that confusion that had given Cat pause, it had been all too real. Kara hadn't understood what was going on, not really, and most certainty not enough to give any real consent. Sure, Kara had reacted like she wanted it, and her actions once they got off the elevator seemed to suggest that she did, but none of that changed the fact that Kara hadn't understood what was happening at first, and that even once she did, she hadn't realized that she was drunk, that she was impaired, and so she hadn't even realized that her actions were not her own. That, coupled with the real fear and panic Cat had seen on her assistant's face when Kara had realized what had happened, that was what was completely changing her view of the evenings events.
Cat barely made it to her private bathroom before her stomach contents emptied out. She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but only the knowledge that she needed to check on Carter was strong enough to pull her out her stupor just long enough to call the nanny to make sure he was taken care of. After hanging up, she walked on shaking legs over to the sofa and sunk down once more. She kept replaying the last moments with Kara in her head, hearing Kara say "no" over and over, and seeing that panicked face, juxtaposed against the normal beaming face of her assistant, that smile that she had begun to long for.
She knew she was going to be sick again, never mind that there wasn't anything left in her stomach to throw up, and so for a second time she stumbled to her bathroom. By the time she was done she felt like hours had passed, although in reality, it had probably only been a few minutes.
Her eyes fell on the shower and without further thought she shed her clothes and stepped in, turning the water on as hot as it could go, trying to scald herself clean. It didn't work. Racking sobs overtook her and she sank to her knees, shaking as the water cascaded down her body, hot enough to burn, but not to erase what she had done. She stayed that way, curled up on the floor of the shower until the water had turned icy cold and there was no heat left to hurt her. Dressing herself slowly in the change of clothes that Kara was always careful to keep clean and ready for her, in case of an emergency, Cat left the bathroom in a trance, walking back out to the balcony to spend the rest of the night on the couch where, only a little while before, she had had the best sex of her life with someone that she genuinely cared about, which very well might not have been consensual.
She must have dozed off eventually, because, in an eerie moment of deja vu, she found herself coming to with the sound of Kara's worried voice in her ear.
"Miss Grant, are you alright? Did you sleep here?" Kara was kneeling at her side again.
What is she doing here? Cat stared at her assistant in bewilderment, blinking in the morning sunlight; doesn't she realize what I did to her last night?
Cat took a moment to assess the younger woman. There was a slightly pained look that suggested Kara did indeed have a massive hangover, but no level of anger or fear.
Cat still hadn't spoken, which Kara seemed to take as a sign that she was at fault for something, because she immediately started trying to apologize.
"Miss Grant, I'm so sorry for anything I did last night, I-"
Cat cut her off with a look of disbelief, "you're what?"
Kara was nodding earnestly, "I've never been drunk before, I can't remember anything, but if I did anything, or said anything inappropriate, I'm really, really sorry."
"You don't remember," Cat said slowly, letting the words sink in, she could tell from Kara's expression that the girl wasn't lying, and she felt a wave of relief sweep over her.
"Please don't fire me," now Kara really did look scared. Cat's relief instantly turned sour and she looked away, how could she be relieved that Kara didn't remember? Sure, it got her out of trouble, but she should be worrying about Kara, not herself.
Taking a deep breath, she looked back at her young assistant. Kara was nervously wringing her hands, and Cat couldn't stop herself from reaching out to halt the nervous movement with her own hands. Kara jumped slightly and blushed at the contact, but instantly stilled.
"Kara, you need to listen to me, this is very important," Cat waited until she was sure she had Kara's full attention. "You did nothing wrong last night, do you hear me? Absolutely nothing."
At her words Kara relaxed, although she still seemed nervous, as if she couldn't understand why Cat was treating this moment so seriously.
"Um, alright then," Kara said after a moment, starting to draw away, but Cat gripped her hands tighter, keeping her in place.
"I need you to promise me something, though," Cat searched Kara's eyes for a moment, looking for any hint of memory before going on, "if you do remember anything, promise me you'll come talk to me about it first, promise me, Kara!" Normally Cat would hate the way her voice sounded like she was pleading, but right now she didn't care.
Kara tilted her head to the side slightly, "of course, Miss Grant," and, seeming to sense that Cat wasn't fully appeased, Kara continued, "you finally got my name right, how could I refuse you anything now?"
And then Kara smiled in that special Kara puppy-dog way than made Cat want to just hug the girl to herself and never let go. The moment ended when a phone rang somewhere and Kara jumped up to answer it, leaving Cat alone on the balcony.
Cat buried her head in her hands, that smile of Kara's swimming in her mind, "what have I done?"