This is a sequel to "Photos Can Lie." You don't have to read the first story to understand this one, but you'll enjoy this one more if you read the first one. Just throwing that out there.
From "Photos Can Lie"...
Cat dropped her hand and calmly waited.
It was a tense few seconds for Kara before she could force her body into action, and, when she did, it was just short of super speed as she stepped up against Cat and leaned in to kiss her.
It was breathless and light, just a feather touch, but it was enough. "Then I choose the place right beside you," she breathed against Cat's lips.
The older woman smiled, reaching out to grab the suit and pull Kara back to her for another, deeper and more desperate kiss, commenting before their lips met, "Good."
Kara responded by wrapping her hands around the smaller woman and pulling their bodies flush as she matched Cat's enthusiasm with her own. The cool night air rushing over their heated skin only accentuated the want they felt for each other.
Cat's hands roamed freely over the younger woman's body, skimming her strong shoulders and following the line of the suit to rest atop the symbol so prominent on Kara's chest. Her fingers dug into the material, nails catching in the fabric as she held on through kiss after kiss.
It was Kara who pulled back, stepping away enough to break full body contact but keeping her hands on Cat's body. "We can't," she said between deep breaths, "do more than this right now."
The older woman closed her eyes and tried to center. "Your strength?"
"Yes." Dragging in deep breaths and letting them out, Kara hesitantly released the other woman and wrapped her arms around herself. "I could so easily forget myself with you."
Cat nodded. "I understand the feeling." Pushing off the railing of her balcony, she walked toward the living room. "Come on, I could use a drink, and I'm sure you could use something to eat."
"Please don't be angry," the younger blonde pleaded, wincing at the neediness her voice. "I just don't want to hurt you."
"I'm not angry," Cat responded, not bothering to stop nor check to see if she was being followed. "I've just been horny for weeks, and now I'm ridiculously turned on." She turned to make a beeline for the kitchen. "That sort of inconvenience tends to make me cranky," she stopped at the island and began pulling things from the cabinets to make herself a martini, "as you know."
Kara followed dutifully behind, taking a seat on the same stool she'd occupied the night before. "I'm sorry, Cat."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize?" The older woman took a long drink. She hummed as the liquid slid down her body, taking a moment to try and regain a bit more composure. "I knew what I was getting into when I made it clear I wanted to be with you romantically."
"That makes it sound like a prison sentence." Kara's expression bounced from guilt to anger and back again. "I don't want you to feel like you have to sacrifice anything."
"I'm not." Cat set the empty glass down with a thud and turned to begin warming up leftover chicken and rice. "Yesterday you said that, should you have a partner, you and they would have to do something in order for sex to happen."
She popped a bowl into the microwave and turned it on. "What is that something?" She turned to lean against the cabinets and crossed her arms, waiting impatiently for the answer.
Kara mentally cursed herself, yelled at all the gods she could think of, and wondered how her cousin handled this situation with Lois, or if he'd handled this situation with Lois. "I actually don't know." She held a hand up to keep the other woman from breaking into a tirade. "But I did talk to my sister about it tonight, and she seems to think that a very small piece of Kryptonite would limit my powers enough that I wouldn't be able to hurt you when we were… um, intimate." She looked away, feeling her cheeks burn. "She's looking into it and should know more in a couple of days."
"I see." Cat seemed to think on it as she took the bowl out and placed it in front of Kara along with a fork. "What does Kryptonite do, exactly?"
"To you, it's harmless. To me?" Kara picked the fork up and pushed the rice around the bowl. "Well, it could kill me in large enough doses. It's radiated pieces of my planet."
"Wait a moment," the older woman leaned over the island, eyes narrowing. "Are you telling me that you would have be exposed to radiation in order to safely have sex with me?"
Kara ducked her head. "It's not as bad as it sounds," she tried to explain, hoping she was about to do a decent job of assuring Cat she wasn't offering to slowly kill herself. "I don't get radiation poisoning like you would if you were exposed to radiation that effects humans. It just weakens me to the point of stopping my body's functions if it's a big enough piece or I'm close enough for a long enough amount of time. Radiation poisoning for me isn't the same as it is for you. Besides, if I'm exposed to yellow sunlight after being exposed to Kryptonite, I will recover. I always have."
Cat glowered for a moment as she considered this new piece of information. "It won't hurt you long-term?"
"We don't think so, but Alex is going to run some tests to make sure. When I train, I do it in a room filled with simulated Kryptonite, and I haven't had any long-term side effects." The younger woman's face was full of forbidden apology. "I think the worst part, really, is that I have to actually wear it, which means… uh… no… no spontaneousness, if you get what I mean?"
"Well, let's be honest, even if we could be spontaneous, you and I both know my schedule doesn't allow for it, so I really don't think there would a problem there." Cat straightened, wrapping one arm around her waist as she tapped thoughtfully at her chin with her free hand. "I'll look into a simulated sun bed like they use in the Artic. I don't want to take any chances with your health." Waving her hand dismissively at the protest she saw coming, she asked impatiently, "Do you know what the piece of jewelry will be?"
"We really haven't gotten that far," Kara uncomfortably answered between bites of food. "I assume some kind of necklace or maybe a bracelet."
"When you know how big of a piece you need, let me know, and we'll make a pendant for it." Cat began making another drink as she spoke. "I don't want you wearing some government issued, blocky, unsightly piece of nonsense."
"Government?" The younger woman swallowed down the last bit of food through a hard lump in her throat.
"I thought your sister was an FBI agent, or did I miss something?" Cat gave the other woman a look over the rim of her martini glass that dared her to lie.
"No," Kara shook her head and made a mental note to tell Alex about this later to keep the stories straight. "I'll let her know about your offer."
"It's not an offer, Kiera," the older blonde said with a smug smirk at the outrage that flashed across Kara's face. "I'm telling you what is going to happen. You are much too attractive to wear something ugly. It's bad enough you wear those cardigans all the time."
"I happen to love my cardigans, thank you." The younger woman rolled her eyes and slipped from her seat to put the bowl and fork into the dishwasher. "…and thank you for the food."
"You're welcome." Cat reached out to take Kara's hand, pulling her closer to place a chaste kiss on her lips. "We'll figure it out."
"Yeah, I know we will. It's just," Kara leaned back in to steal a few more kisses, "I really like doing that."
The older woman grinned devilishly. "Well, nothing is stopping you from doing that." She leaned in for another kiss. "In fact, nothing is really stopping either of us from getting to at least," she rolled her eyes up in faux thought, "second base."
Kara grinned. "Very valid point, Ms. Grant." With a chuckle at Cat's pointed stare, she swiftly picked the smaller woman up, much to the other woman's weak protests, and, with a burst of speed, made her way to the living room sofa.