Author's Note: Thank you to shipitlikeasteamboat for beta-ing this story. All mistakes are my own.

This is the last chapter of And So Romance Ensues. Next is And So Romance Simmers. Let me know what you think! :-D

This chapter is the only one that I actually use a flashback.

Part 4

-2003—

Cat currently sat at her hotel bar, waiting for Kara to arrive. The woman who was notorious for being early was already fifteen minutes late. Cat sat sipping her martini, watching the liquid slip around the olive she was currently toying with.

Cat wished she'd brought her cellphone down with her so she could call Kara and make sure she was okay. But she hadn't wanted it to take up most of her purse, the thing was too bulky. She wondered when they were going to make them smaller.

Cat Grant was a mastermind behind the media. She was a key figure in policy and procedure on how to make a living while being a cut throat journalist. Although her talk show days and reporting days were behind her, she was still a respected figure in the media. She was still a person of interest. She wasn't on Page Six all the time or nearly as often as she had been while going through her divorce with Jonathan (or dating Jonathan even), but when she was spotted places people took notice. She was a public figure, less public then before but still camera fodder for hack journalists trying to spin and weave a tale about her personal life.

Cameras flashed and images of her outings were posted online and spread like wildfire speculating about her dalliances with men she was meeting for drinks. It didn't matter to them that it was all business. Cat knew this, they certainly knew this, but they made the public think something different. Cat knew that she wasn't sleeping with any of the men (or women) she saw late in the evenings. She was just doing her job. She was helping CatCo grow.

When the media turned its eye on Kara Zorel they didn't wonder about her private life outside of her relationship with Bruce Wayne. There were pictures of Kara leaving or entering galas ,or entertaining heads of state, but those were to be expected. None of those articles even hinted at a romance between Kara and the person of the week she was spotted with. The news outlets seemed to know better.

Until, one day, they didn't.

For the last two weeks there were more and more pictures of Kara Zorel leaving one restaurant or another with Diana Prince. Instead of the captions questioning whether there would be a Wayne Industries / Themyscira merger in the near future, there was suddenly gossip fodder about a sordid romance between the CEO of Themyscira Enterprises and the Senior Vice President of Wayne Corp.

It didn't help matters that the three days Cat was in Metropolis there were two reports of Kara and Diana leaked to the press. One of which showed Diana returning to the Wayne mansion with the young impressionable blonde. The gossip normally wouldn't have bothered Cat, it would have been easily played off. The problem was, Kara wasn't easily playing this off. Whenever Cat mentioned Diana the younger woman grew nervous and silent about the nature of their relationship.

Cat had only been teasing Kara about the reports, looking for Kara to assure her that nothing was going on. Whatever it was that Cat had been looking for from Kara, she didn't get. Kara only fueled the investigative journalist inside Cat that screamed at her that there was more to this story then met the eye. Kara's sudden secrecy only buried Cat's mind deeper and deeper into the gossip rags.

Was there something more between the two women?

The thought hurt more than Cat wanted to admit. Where had Diana Prince come from? It was like she rose up from the toxic sea foam of the East River. Diana was so suddenly in Kara's life and in Cat's way.

Cat, who had been friends with Kara for nearly two years now, two long years of pinning and playing it safe! And what had that gotten her? It got her this Amazonian brunette swopping in to steal the woman of her dreams right from under her.

Cat was hurt, she felt betrayed, and she felt like she was losing her best friend to someone she wasn't sure she could compete with. Diana Prince was a force to be reckoned with, just like Cat Grant. But Diana Prince didn't come with nearly as much baggage as Cat Grant did. Diana Prince didn't come with two ex-husbands and two children—one of whom was still potty training. Diana Prince only came with her exotic beauty and established company, where Cat came with a newly budding multi-million dollar international company and a bicoastal relationship. Diana Prince could lavish Kara with her time and presence. Cat could offer excuses and random weekend getaways.

Just as they were getting close to something more, so close that Cat could practically taste it in the air between them, this had to go and happen.

There was more than just friendship in the cards for Cat and Kara. They had made that clear to each other the last time they saw one another. They had only had three hours together between meetings, but it was three hours of longing looks and hesitant touches (on Kara's part). They had parted ways with a mutual kiss on the cheek, even though Cat had dared to direct her kiss to the corner of Kara's lips. It had been sweet and she'd savored it for the last two months, thinking of the next time she would get to see Kara in person. The next time they saw each other was supposed to be this week; except Kara's time was being monopolized by that Amazon warrior in heels.

Cat was just about to go up to her room and call Kara when her eyes caught sight of the closed captioning crawl going across the large screen over the bar.

"Kara Zorel spotted with Diana Price for third time this week. The pair was spotted leaving the Americana Bar in midtown west Metropolis just moments ago." The closed captioning read as on the screen stills of Kara and Diana leaving the bar flittered across the screen.

It wasn't that they were together in the pictures. Or that they were once again seen leaving someplace together when Kara was supposed to be here with her. No, it wasn't any of that. What bothered Cat the most was how Diana Prince's hand rested on Kara's back as she led her out of the bar. Diana Prince was allowed to touch Kara in that way, after only a few weeks, while Cat still had to keep herself in check and her hands to herself when she was around Kara for fear of setting the woman off.

And the woman in the photos didn't look bothered by the touch. She almost looked comforted by them.

Cat glared at the serene smile on Diana Prince's face clearly captured in the photos. Damn that woman. Cat drank the rest of her martini in one large swallow. She called the bartender over and ordered two shots and another martini.

She wasn't breastfeeding anymore and she needed to escape. Even if just for a little while. Escape a world where Kara Zorel was with someone else instead of her on a night that was supposed to be theirs.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

By the time three solid knocks sounded on Cat's door two hours later the young mother had three martinis, two shots, and three small vodka samplers from her mini fridge and she was well past the point of entertaining anyone tonight.

Tomorrow she would fly back to National City and she could hug her son close and lose herself in work, doing her best to forget all about Kara Zorel and her new Prince. She just needed some time. Time to accept that she had waited too long. That Kara had found someone better suited to her, and she was only meant to be Kara's friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. Though a part of Cat found it hard to imagine how she was going to make this relationship work as just a friendship with no hope of more. From nearly the beginning there had always been this hope of more, of something deeper. Now that was gone and Cat was feeling lost without it.

Two more knocks sounded against her suite door. Cat glared at the door as if it were to blame for all of her problems. She wasn't getting it. Whoever it was would just have to go away. She wasn't entertaining tonight. Tonight she was wallowing in her own sorrow. Sorrow she brought on herself by not pushing for more sooner. She had been trying to do things right, to be the good woman that could be there through any storm. She was trying to build a foundation they could build more on top of. Now, it would all just be a foundation. There wouldn't be a second or third floor to their relationship. It would remain as this one floor house, always incomplete and bland as it missed its full potential.

"Cathryn...Cathryn are you there?"

Cat huffed at the sound of...her...voice.

Go away! She had nothing to say to her.

"Go away?!" Cat's eyes widened, had she said that out loud? "I will do no such thing. I am sorry I missed our appointed meeting. I was held up with Diana Prince."

Cat rolled her eyes; at least Kara wasn't denying she was nearly three hours late because of her 'meeting' with Diana Prince.

Cat rolled over so her back was facing the door and she was stuck staring at the back of the leather couch she'd been lounging on for the last hour.

"Cathryn...! Do not make me break this door down. I will do it." Cat snickered. There was no way that Kara could break down that thick door. She was bluffing and Cat called it. She remained where she was. Not in any way ready to talk to Kara.

Kara knocked four more times before calling her name again. When Cat didn't budge, the door stayed on its hinges and Kara took the hint. She left.

Cat sighed, relieved, and yet heartbroken all at the same time. Was she worth so little of Kara's time? Did she mean nothing to her friend? Was it not clear that she was in distress? Was it not her heart that lay breaking slowly within her chest?

Cat closed her eyes around the tears that threatened to fall and fell asleep.

Cat wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping but when she woke up she became aware of two things. She was no longer on the couch and she was wearing a nightgown she hadn't been wearing before. There was also a minty taste in her mouth. When had she changed and brushed her teeth?

Cat started to remember heaving into the toilet and emptying it of the offending alcohol. Her hair had been held back and her back rubbed gently. Then there had been hands steadying her as she brushed her teeth and changed.

Hands? What?!

Cat sat up in her bed and snapped her head from side to side. The wave of dizziness that filled her vision taught her a lesson. But she got her answer. There, sitting in the corner of the room looking out at the night sky and not facing Cat's bed sat Kara Zorel nursing a hot cup of tea.

The clock on the bedside table read: 1:37am.

Seeing Kara's hair pulled back into its pristine bun brought back the scene from earlier this evening.

-.-.-.-.-

"Cathryn...I am coming in." Kara announced as she opened the door to Cat's suite, a key card in her hands. Cat sat up from her prone position on the couch and stared with her mouth open at the blonde. How dare she! How dare she enter without permission! How dare she come in and see how broken and weak she was?

"I told you to stay out! You can't just...you can't just..." Cat waved her hand around them as if to show that Kara couldn't do what she was currently doing.

Kara frowned but did not leave. She closed the door behind her and stayed in the immediate foyer of the suite.

"I was concerned. I am sorry I was late. I was informed by the bar tender that you had returned to your suite. I wished to see you before you left tomorrow."

"That doesn't give you the right to come in to my suite without my permizion." Cat slurred but only a bit. She gave herself credit for only slurring one word.

"Did you truly not wish to see me?"

Cat's denial caught in her throat. She could not lie to Kara and say she did not want to see her. Not when Kara looked at her with such...such what? It certainly wasn't devotion or passion. Those looks were saved for Diana. No, Cat got the soft looks of friendship and caring. That was all she was good for.

"You were late!" Cat accused instead steering the conversation away from her.

"Yes, for which I am trying to apologize. I lost track of time while at dinner with Diana."

Cat wished she could say she didn't cringe but the sound of Diana's name leaving Kara's lips made her feel ill. Instead Cat turned her back on Kara and walked to the mini-fridge to get vodka. When she saw they didn't have any left she pulled a shot of bourbon instead.

Kara watched Cat curiously and frowned as she watched Cat finish the sample of bourbon in one shot.

"Why are you resorting to alcohol?" Kara knew Cat well. Cat had already shared with Kara that when she felt emotionally or physically overwhelmed she turned to alcohol to help balance herself.

"Don't...!" Cat warned.

Kara sighed, confused by what was happening. "Don't what? I have done nothing. You are the one..."

"So now it's my fault?!"

Kara eyes widened, "No. I am not accusing you of anything."

"Of course you're not. How could you. I haven't don't anything wrong. I'm allowed to have a few drinks. It's been a stressful week and I was just unwinding."

"Okay...well, why don't we talk about your week then? I'm sorry we haven't talked as much. I..."

"Talked as much? How about at all! You've been gallivanting around town all week with that She-Woman and haven't even taken my calls!"

"That is not true. We spoke only yesterday and..."

"Yeah, for how long Kara? How long did we speak last night? Hmm...?"

"I...I don't know. A half an hour?"

"Not even! We spoke for twenty three minutes. Do you know the last time we spoke that short of a time?"

"Last Christmas?" Kara questioned, pulling their Christmas conversation back to mind before quickly wiping it away to pay attention to what was happening now in the present.

"That's right. Last Christmas and only because the ham was done roasting!" Cat pointed an accusing finger at Kara and glared.

"Cathryn, please. I don't..."

"What? What don't you? You don't understand!? Huh!" Cat turned away from Kara, her arms wrapping around her chest protectively.

"No. I do not understand. I am sorry if I have hurt you."

Cat felt tears prick the sides of her eyes as she struggled to keep herself together. "Hurt me?" Cat gave a decrepit laugh. "You broke me..." her chin wobbled and she couldn't stop the treacherous tears from falling two at a time.

"Cathryn..." Kara whispered her name as if she were in pain herself and wanted nothing more than to make things better.

"For god's sake. Would you stop with that?! It's Cat! I don't want to be your Cathryn anymore." Cat sniffles. "I don't. I don't want to be your anything anymore."

Kara took an involuntary step back, the air ripped from her lungs as she stared at Cat's back.

"I don't understand." Kara looked around the room helplessly. "Why are you saying these things?"

Cat spun around and glared at Kara. "Oh don't play the fool. We both know you're not as innocent or coy as you pretend to be. You're Kara freakin Zorel. You're the smartest woman on the planet. You have to realize. You can't be that oblivious..."

Kara looked around the room as if some of the furniture could give her the answers she couldn't seem to find from Cat's explanation.

"I never meant to hurt you. Ever. If I have, I apologize sincerely. I wish I could take back whatever it is that has hurt you this much. I never want to be the reason you are in pain. You mean so much to me..."

Cat started laughing nearly hysterically. She didn't notice the hurt expression on Kara's face. "So much to you that you ditch me for your new girlfriend."

Kara's eyes widened even further and she took an involuntary step back. "Diana is, she is a friend."

"Oh please, save me the 'she's just a friend' spiel. The way you've been hanging around her at all hours, seen leaving bars and-and clubs and…" Cat waved her hand flimsily around in the air as she bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Just the thought of the time Kara was spending with Diana making her incredibly sad and sick to her stomach. "…and ignoring me. She's no friend. She's something more." Something more than Cat.

"Cathryn, please. I have never…" Kara stopped mid-sentence and seemed to rethink her words. "I would not lie to you about this. You are my best friend. You are the one I tell things to before almost anyone else. Why would you think Diana is my girlfriend if I did not tell you?"

Cat had to think about it for a second. Kara wouldn't lie to her. Kara also always told her everything, even as insignificant as what she did for lunch that day. Of course Kara would tell her if Diana was her girlfriend. Of course she would, but…but…maybe she just hadn't had the time yet. Maybe she was going to tell Cat that tonight, which she wanted to tell her in person instead of over the phone. Break it to her easier. Well, it was too late for breaking the news to her easier. The tabloids and the last news cycle had done that for her.

Cat turned to look at Kara then. Really look at her. The younger woman looked shell shocked and ready to run as far away as fast as possible she appeared so uncomfortable with their confrontation.

"Why are you spending so much time with her then? Is it just business?" Cat questioned, a spark of hope suddenly forming in the very pit of her stomach. It was slowly spreading it's warmth through her body like an aggressive cancer that just wouldn't quit.

Kara looked down at her shoes and she fiddled with the rims of her glasses as she inspected the carpet beneath their feet. "No, it is not merely business."

"See, you did lie to me you—"

"No! I swear I haven't!" Kara exclaimed, quickly moving closer to Cat as if she wanted to grab the woman and hold her still, but her hands remained at her sides instead. "She has been helping me cope with my kidnapping, my PTSD, and haptephobia."

Cat's eyes widened as she stumbled backwards a large step. "You, you talk to her about your kidnapping?" To know that Kara was talking to Diana Prince about the one thing Kara wouldn't talk to her about, well, it was just fucking peachy. Wasn't it?

Kara opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came out. It was the one subject that she did not talk to Cat about. Cat had finally had the courage to ask Kara about it once, off the record, but Kara had been clear that it was a subject off limits to everyone.

"You talk to her about your kidnapping…do you let her touch you too?" Cat's anger came back as swiftly as a brush fire, filling her up to boiling within seconds.

Kara looked away from Cat then, and it was all the confirmation Cat needed.

Cat, who longed to touch Kara, to brush her fingers over Kara's and cup her cheek or the back of her neck as they kiss. Cat, who had been patient and allowed Kara to set the pace with their tactile-ness. Cat, who ached when Kara hugged her and burned when she felt Kara's breath ghost across her neck. Cat, who had been such a fool.

"Fuck you, Kara Zorel. Fuck. You." Cat spat wishing she could toss something at the younger woman, but even in her drunken enraged haze she wouldn't do that to Kara. She wouldn't make Kara afraid of her.

Kara cringed at the language as she stepped forward, "Cathryn…" Kara finally reached out to touch Cat, but the shorter woman pulled away from her and glared dangerously at the VP.

"Don't. don't you touch me right now. I can hardly stand to look at you."

Kara shrunk back, her hands nervously fiddling with the material of her pant legs. "I am so sorry…" Kara whispered, taking two large steps away from Cat.

"Are you? Because I don't think you understand any of this."

It was true, Kara didn't understand where any of this was coming from. But she was now too afraid to admit it that she kept herself quiet.

"You just, you have no idea!" Cat's anger seemed to simmer down as she looked at the wounded expression on Kara's face and the way she could barely keep still. "You have no idea." She repeated, realizing, as if for the first time, that Kara really didn't have any idea what this was all about.

"Oh god…" Cat wrapped her left arm tightly around her midsection as she fought to keep herself from getting sick. The realization that Kara truly had no idea why she was so upset and why being with Diana would be such a problem made this whole night that much worse.

Kara took a step forward at the way Cat swayed while holding her stomach, but didn't come close enough to actually touch the woman. Too afraid of being rebuffed again.

Cat turned on her heels and raced into the bathroom. Realizing the warmth of hope she'd felt in her belly was just the alcohol making its way back up. She just made it to the toilet where she sank down on her knees and emptied the contents of her stomach—which wasn't much more than liquid courage—into the porcelain.

Kara was right behind her, cringing at the retching noises and the smell, but pulling back Cat's hair and reaching awkwardly around for the wash cloth that she wet and put on the back of Cat's neck. The scene was similar to the ones where she spent the morning with Eliza in the bathroom during her pregnancy while Jeremiah was working. If she didn't have that experience already she would have been lost in how to help Cat.

"It will be alright…" Kara whispered as she rubbed at Cat's back as soothingly as possible. "It will all be alright."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

That was almost four and a half hours ago.

Kara had stayed. Apparently after helping her into her pjs and into bed Kara had decided she needed to wait around for Cat to wake up, because there the woman sat. She was by the window nursing a cup of tea. The reflection in the windows glass showed a confused and vulnerable young woman. Far too vulnerable for Cat's liking.

A large part of Cat wished Kara wasn't such a good person. She wished that Kara would have left her be and let her sulk away her intoxicated embarrassment. But Kara was a good person, and so she stayed. Here they were; Cat sitting up in bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she stared at the back of Kara Zorel's head.

"You probably should have left." Cat husked, her voice deeper with sleep and alcohol.

Kara turned away from the cityscape and met Cat's eyes. There were crinkles around her blue eyes and her skin wasn't as smooth and bright as it usually was. The stress of the situation was marred in these differences.

"We did not finish our conversation." Kara stood from her seat and put down the cold cup of tea she'd been nursing for the last few hours. "I also wished to make sure you were okay." Kara stated as she sat on the very corner edge of the bed. "There is a glass of water and Advil on the bedside table." Kara pointed to the items she mentioned, sitting, waiting for Cat to consume.

Cat frowned at Kara's thoughtfulness but took up the glass and drank half of it in one go. Then took the Advil to help stem off the headache she could feel coming.

"Kara, I'm so sorry about before. I had no right to accuse you of anything or treat you the way I did."

Kara nodded her head slowly, accepting Cat's apology. "Why did you accuse me of the things you did?"

Cat felt her cheeks flush, "Because I was hurt."

"By me?" Kara's voice wavered, the only outward sign that the idea of hurting Cat hurt her as there was a mask of controlled calm upon Kara's face.

Cat ducked her head and looked at the duvet that covered her. The intrinsic patterns fascinating her for a moment as she fought with her self-preservation. She could make this easy on herself and insist that Kara leave. It might not work, but the walls she could put up around her heart would last longer and be sturdier with distance from Kara. And she would be three thousand miles away from Kara in less than twelve hours. If she could just push this conversation off until then, then Kara would never have to know how hurt Cat had been at a loss that wasn't hers to bear.

"By my own stupidity." Cat admitted through her gritted teeth. "I imagined something more between us, Kara. That there could be more between us." Seeing the blank expression still upon Kara's face, Cat's shoulders sagged and she explained further. "Romantically. I had hoped there would be something more between us romantically."

That seemed to break through Kara's shell. The woman's eyes widened and she scotched an inch too far off the bed that she stumbled and fell to the floor, her eyes blinking rapidly as her mouth slowly started to open in shock.

"Kara!" Cat leaned forward to make sure that Kara was okay, trying not to laugh even though internally she was horrified and yet entertained by Kara's surprise.

"I am alright." Kara assured as she slowly moved to kneel and then stand on her two feet at the end of the bed. Suddenly the idea of being on the bed with Cat was too much for the younger woman so she remained standing.

"Please, don't make this harder than it has to be, Kara. I'm sorry I'm putting you in this situation. I understand now that, that isn't something you want or see for our relationship. I just need some time to accept that. I truly am sorry for taking out my anger and bruised ego on you. I just…I had hope that you felt the same way." Cat wanted to reach out to Kara and take her hand, make her sit down—because her standing was only making Cat more nervous—but she didn't. Instead she gripped the duvet tightly and met Kara's eyes with tears in her own.

"You wished for our relationship to become romantic. To grow beyond friendship?" Kara asked, the words coming out slowly as she tried to process them as her heart beat a million miles a second.

Cat ignored Kara's question: hadn't she answered that already? Wasn't she making a big enough fool of herself? "I don't want to lose your friendship. It means so much to me, Kara. You and Clark mean so much to me. Can you forgive me?"

Kara shook her head no, slowly, from side to side. "No."

Cat felt her heart shatter in her chest, the air in her lungs sticking there as she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe at all. Had she truly just ruined the best relationship she'd ever had because of jealousy? Because she wasn't content with what she had?

"There is nothing to forgive. You will not lose Clark, or myself. You have us." Kara sat on the bed, closer to Cat this time. So close that Cat had to move her legs so that Kara could sit by her knees on the edge of the bed.

Kara slowly reached out for Cat's hands, holding her breathe that Cat would not pull away again. When her fingers grazed over Cat's, a smile formed over her lips the first in what felt like days. The sight alleviated Cat's fears and set her at ease enough to let the tears she was holding back fall at their leisure.

"No, no tears. Please, I am so sorry I did not understand." Kara pleaded with Cat to stop her tears. Her right hand moving to swipe away the falling tear drops from Cat's cheek. With the pad of her thumb she swiped away one errant tear that had fallen by Cat's chin, her eyes watching the movement before gazing into Cat's hazel eyes.

Kara cupped the side of Cat's neck by her chin and leaned forward of her own accord. The first touch of their lips was perfect. It was soft and sweet and it left Kara's nerves alight with energy. It was similar to how Kara felt when Cat kissed the side of her mouth the last time they met up, but filled her with something so much more alive.

"Kara…" Cat whispered against Kara's lips, wanting to warn the woman off. Explain that she didn't need to do this if she didn't feel the same way.

But before she could say more, Kara's grip firmed upon her neck and the younger woman was leaning closer to her, their lips pressing together with a bit more urgency. The last person Kara had kissed had been a boy at a dance when she was still living with the Kents. It had been nothing like she thought it would be, nothing like how the other girls at school had said it would be. But this one, this kiss with Cat was everything she'd been told it could be and so much more. More than any Kryptonian had ever expressed or understood before.

Cat lost herself in the sensations coursing through her. The touch of Kara's hand against her neck and the touch of her lips were nothing like she imagined they would be. It was so much more than she had imagined it could be. The soft touch, the sweet taste of Kara's faded lip gloss and the bitter tea she liked to drink instead of coffee. The calloused palm slid across the smooth skin of her neck, the padded fingertips scratching almost uncertainly against her chin. There was the tentative swipe of Kara's tongue against her bottom lip, the inexperienced moan that bubbled up from Kara's throat and echoed like a live band in Cat's ear.

Their lips parted without a sound. Their eyes slowly opening to stare into each other with amazement and wonder.

"I did want more." Kara spoke, clearing her throat as she licked her lips and tasted the mint of Cat's toothpaste. "I want more. With you. But I have never, I have not had a romantic relationship since my kidnapping. I thought myself too damaged for you. There is so much you still do not know about me and…"

Cat felt her heart leap into her throat as it tried to soar far above her earthly self. It was filled with so much joy and then filled with so much pain at the way Kara ducked her eyes low and spoke of how damaged she was.

Cat put her finger on Kara's lips, silencing her. It was the first time she willingly and deliberately touched Kara without letting Kara touch her first. "You are so far from damaged I cannot think of the appropriate word to describe you, Kara. You are, beautiful, both inside and out and that is so very rare. You are amazing with me, with my son, with Clark. I'm sure there is a lot I don't know about you, just like there is a lot you still don't know about me. But we'll learn." Cat cupped Kara's cheek and felt her heart stutter inside her chest as she had the opportunity to touch this beautiful woman before her.

"Please…take this chance with me."

Kara felt her heart thundering against her ribs and tasted her own breath as it ghosted back into her mouth after touching Cat's silencing finger. The nerves under her cheek burned as Cat touched her, but it was a pleasant burn, so unlike the painful frizz that often times phased her when someone touched her without her permission. This was so different. It felt pleasant and she could not help but turn into the touch and warmth of Cat's palm.

"Okay. Yes. I will." Kara nodded her head jerkily with full intentions to follow Cat off a cliff if it was asked of her.

Cat smiled and watched as a smile she'd never seen before bloomed over Kara's lips. This amazing woman wanted her. Wanted more with her, and she had almost ruined it. She vowed she wouldn't ruin it again. She wouldn't take Kara for granted, ever.

Cat leaned forward and kissed Kara again. Soft and sweet and testing the waters. Testing how much to give and take and wanting so much more but knowing that it would take time. Time she was willing to give ten times over if it meant she could kiss these sweet lips once more.

They had a long road ahead of them, but it was a road they could travel together. They were always meant for so much more than friendship.

End Part 4