Chapter 7
"Supergirl, how nice of you to meet with me. Please, have a seat."
The extremely orange tinted, fake hair follicle, millionaire gestured toward the chair in front of his oversized desk. Supergirl, however, wasn't even remotely about to sit down, in a skirt, in his presence.
"Thank you, Mr. Dump but I'd rather stand," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I need to make this a quick meeting because, well, you know how it is: bad guys to fight, people to save."
"Right, right," he nodded in agreement as he took his own seat and adjusted his Dump brand tie. "Your efforts to improve the quality of life in National City are YUGE. You're a tremendous asset to this place. It's lucky to have you. But I wonder if, with the right funding, you could possibly do more."
"More? I'm bulletproof and strong enough to lift and airplane," she said confidently. "What more could money possibly do for me?"
"Well, it could help spruce up your image, for one," he explained with that sleazy side tilt of his wrinkled face. "Aliens aren't exactly beloved by all in this country but the right kind of alien, much like yourself, should be given the proper respect she deserves, don't you think?"
"The right kind of alien? Huh," she tongued the inside of her cheek to try to keep the words she wished to say at bay. "And what exactly is 'the right kind of alien'?"
"Well, you're human in appearance, extremely attractive, and you fight to keep people safe," he explained. "See, that's much more appealing to the public. They don't want to look at some green weirdo, begging on the street for some change because no one will hire him for a job. They want a blonde haired, blue eyed knockout saving a school bus full of children. If you and I worked together we could get rid of all these bad eggs that make your kind look bad. And then you'd never have to worry about all this bad press, about you being an alien, again."
"Hmm," she pressed her lips together, unsure of how much longer she was going to be able to last through this conversation without telling him exactly what he could do with his disgusting perspective. "And how do you propose we get rid of all these 'bad eggs'?"
"Simple," he grinned, lacing his chubby fingers together. "We create a privatized prison system specifically for the aliens and we make them pay for it by working it off during their sentences. With the powers these guys have we could be building skyscraper after skyscraper at a fraction of the cost. Nobody would be building better skyscrapers than Dump Real Estate."
"You want me to put them in prison?" she asked, her anger starting to rise. "For what? What would the charges be?"
"Well, that would be up to you, wouldn't it?" he asked, with a shrug of his shoulders, noting how little the importance of truth was to him. "You could say they were stealing, selling drugs, trying to kill people. Who's gonna believe some random, bum alien over Supergirl. They're losers, you're a winner. It's a simple as that."
"So, you essentially want me to capture and enslave innocent aliens for you so you can become richer," she recapped, eyes metaphorically boring a hole into him. "Do you have any idea at all how absolutely despicable you sound right now, Mr. Dump? I would never help you do something like this and now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need to have a conversation with the Council of Alien Rights about how long someone could go to prison for concocting such a heinous plan."
"I was worried you might say something like that," he said, standing and pulling a device from his pocket as she started to walk away. "That's why I had this made."
With the press of a button a high pitched sound filtered through the room and Supergirl dropped to her knees, face contorting in pain.
"Gah!" she cried out as she brought her hands up to her ears.
"Oh, yeah, I was told this kind of thing would be very painful to a Kryptonian," Dump explained as he walked in front of her and knelt down to get closer. "See, first the sound waves permeate your skull and then they embed some kind of… I don't know, science stuff in your brain that makes you pretty much my little pet."
"Grrrrr," she groaned and pressed harder against her ears as he stood and turned, straightening his suit with a smile.
"Next time, sweetie, you should take the offer some nice, rich man puts in front of you. Because now, I've got you by the pussy."
The groans stopped and with a tap to his shoulder, Tronald Dump turned to see a completely unphased Supergirl staring at him with girl power in her eyes.
"I wouldn't try to grab my pussy, Tronald. It's made of steel."
And, after those fantastic words were said, Supergirl landed a solid punch to that orange face, causing Dump to fall straight to the ground.
"Jerk," she said, before leaning down to grab the device and pulling the protective buds from her ears. "Alex, he's down and I've got the device. Send in a team now and make sure this scum never sees the outside of a prison cell again."
"On our way now, Supergirl," Alex called back in her earings. "Good work."
And, with that, Supergirl made her exit off the balcony after having made the world safer for every, single, living being on the planet.
"Can you believe that guy was going to run for president?" Kara asked, stuffing her face with Kung Pao chicken and laughing with Alex in one of the offices of the DEO. "Like seriously!"
"Ugh, he probably would have cheated and won too!" Alex replied, stealing a potsticker before the hungry alien could eat them all. "Can you imagine how horrible life would be if that happened?"
"No, and I really don't want to," Kara said, shaking her head and tonguing an errant piece of rice from her teeth. "So, any updates on our memory erasing alien?"
"Sadly no," Alex shook her head as she chewed. "We've literally done scans across the entire Western hemisphere and come up with nothing. Unless this guy flew to the other side of the world, he's not here. And I don't know how he would have done that without leaving at least a trail for us to follow. But don't worry too much, we're still working on an antidote. It's not going to be easy without his knowledge but it's the best chance we've got."
"Great," Kara said, leaning back in her chair and sipping her soda through her straw.
"I know, I'm sorry," Alex said, placing a hand on her knee. "Things still difficult with Cat?"
"Actually no," the alien replied, shaking her head. "We're doing a lot better now that she's stopped trying to convince me that she doesn't like me. We're making progress but I was hoping she'd be back to her old self before Carter got back home from camp. I don't want him worrying."
"Oooo, that might not be an option, Kar," the agent said sadly, pulling back and pushing her rice around with her chopsticks. "I mean, we'll try our best but I think the main thing you need to do is get her caught up to speed as quickly as you can."
"Trust me," Kara replied with a slight chuckle. "We're definitely doing that."
"Ew," Alex said, crinkling her nose. "Is this even something I want to hear about?"
"Oh, no, no. Don't worry, I'm not gonna give you details but…" she looked up into the corner as if it would help her explain the emotions running through her at that moment. "It's strange. Like, I'm telling her all about the story of us but, at the same time, we're kind of writing a new one."
"Well, that doesn't sound too bad, right?" Alex asked.
"No, it's not," the blonde head shook as she answered. "It's actually really kind of nice. She kissed me last night and, even though it wasn't the first time for me, it was the first time for her. And it felt like a second first time for us."
"But?" the agent asked, with a raised brow; knowing there was always a 'but'.
"But she's still so unsure and afraid. I can tell," her face fell as she spoke. "She's obviously going along with all of this, and I do believe that she loves me, but with the other Cat I was sure she wouldn't run anymore. I could feel it deep down in the core of my being. And, with her like this, I go to sleep every night afraid she'll wake up the next morning and tell me she just doesn't want me around. Kryptonite might be the only thing that's a sure-fire way to injure me but I'm pretty sure Cat Grant doesn't need that to break my heart."
"If she breaks your heart I'll break her face in ways that even botox won't fix," Alex said, only half joking. "But I doubt I'll need to do that. Cat loves you; as annoying as that is for the rest of us to deal with. Just give her time."
"That is something I'm extremely good at," Kara said, before standing and leaning down to kiss the top of her sister's head. "Thanks for lunch. I gotta go get some interviews in before dinner."
"That should be a breeze after sitting in a room with a sleaze bag this morning. Have fun!"
The house smelled like garlic and tomatoes as Kara entered through the front door and tossed her keys to the side. Either Cat had left work early or there was a thief in her midst who was very well versed in the culinary arts.
"Mmm, smells good," she said as she made her way to the kitchen and hung her back off the back of one of the chairs. "What are we having for dinner this evening, Chef Grant?"
"Lasagna," Cat replied, checking the oven once more and sipping her wine. "I got the recipe from one of my old friends in Maine. Regina's excellent with Italian food, not so great with pies. How was your day?"
"Good!" Kara said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water. "You can stop worrying about a Dump ticket on the ballots for the next election. That creep is going to be taking up real estate on the wrong side of the bars for a very long time."
"I regret marrying you less and less with each passing day," Cat replied with a smirk and rewarded Kara with a lingering kiss on the cheek. "How did you pull off that miracle?"
"Oh, the usual," she answered, still feeling the heat on her face from where Cat kissed her. "He tried to use a mind control device on me, it didn't work, and I punched him in the face."
The look Cat gave her in that moment was smoldering. Hazel eyes turned dark with lust and her mouth did that wonderful thing where her lower lip dropped just enough to reveal her bottom teeth and alert Kara that she was aroused.
"Exactly how do you feel about kitchen sex, Kara?" Cat asked, moving even closer.
"I um…" Kara stuttered and pushed her glasses up on her face. "Well, I mean… I just thought…"
It certainly wasn't that she didn't want to have hot, passionate kitchen sex with Cat. She did! But she also really wanted to try to make their second first time special. And those counters could really be uncomfortable during those activities.
"I'm kidding," the CEO said, pulling back with a smile. "Patience, remember? I'm trying to be patient with… that."
The way she dragged out the word 'that'...
"Right! Patience," Kara said, laughing nervously. "Yeah, we're going slow here and I am totally on board with that! Slow and steady wins the race."
Cat chuckled deeply and allowed her head to bend back, showing off that gorgeous neck.
"It's a really good thing I find your awkwardness endearing," she said before snapping her head back. "Now, go set the table and stop using metaphors about turtles in reference to our sex life."
"Yes, Miss Grant," Kara said, as if on cue, before getting right to the task she'd be assigned.
Dinner went by smoothly once more. Kara spared no detail regarding her morning heroics and Cat gave her that look of pure adoration that was only reserved for when she really saved the day in a big way. She'd relaxed into the evening easily enough with the wine but Kara was stone cold sober and she knew exactly what they'd be discussing once the meal was over and they'd turned in for the night. Part of her was excited because she knew that it aroused Cat to no end to hear her stumble through talking about sex. The CEO's auditory fixation had served for many a wild night of some of the cleanest dirty talk on the planet. But part of her was also nervous. What if they did get so hot and bothered that they moved things along in that way? What if it wasn't as good as Cat was expecting? What if the intimacy spooked her and all the hard work they'd done over the past few days was negated; placing them back at square one?
By the time the dishes were done and they'd both settled into the bed Kara's heart was beating double time and it didn't take long for Cat to notice. She was even shaking a bit.
"I don't think I've ever seen a bedtime story make someone so nervous," she said as she settled on her side and propped her head up on her hand. "Why do you seem so scared right now, Kara? Was our first time that bad?"
"Oh, no!" Kara answered as her head turned swiftly to the side to look at Cat. "No, our first time was really amazing. I'm just… well, my bedtime stories normally consist of moons and stars and mice and cheese."
"And this one consists of?" Cat prompted, using her free hand to trace over the muscled abdomen beneath the soft t-shirt Kara had worn to bed.
"Um…" she tried to find her words. "Kisses and touches and heavy breathing and… other stuff."
"What other stuff?" Cat moved closer and changed her touches from seductive strokes to comforting caresses. "Tell me how we finally got to that point. Just take your time and go as slow as you need."
Her gaze was reassuring though her tone was firm. It was a command backed up by a promise to be there with her every step of the way. And it helped to calm Kara down.
"It took a while for us to get to the point where you were ready to take that step," Kara explained. "I'd been ready for a while. I knew that it was you I wanted but your brain and your heart were still basically at war with each other. Leaving no room for your libido to take control."
Cat smirked at this and pictured all of it in her mind as Kara spoke.
"I think I know exactly how that feels," she said, dipping her hand lower to graze a firm hip bone. "Keep going."
"We'd just had dinner with Alex and Maggie," she explained, remembering that night as if it were yesterday. "And Alex had a little too much wine and let it slip that I'd never… you know."
At this, all movement on Cat's part ceased as she took in the information.
"You'd never been with anyone," she said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Yeah," Kara nodded and slowly moved her hand to rest over Cat's. "I'd never been in love before, you know. And I wanted to be in love for that. I wanted it to be…"
She moved Cat's hand over her heart as the CEO finished her sentence.
"Special."
Kara nodded and held the hazel gaze before continuing.
"I was terrified that it was just going to set us back," she explained, smirking as she shook her head. "I just knew that you were going to go into full-on overprotective mode and possibly even break up with me over it. And I was desperately afraid of the way that rejection would feel. To have this part of myself, a part I was completely embarrassed by, be just another reason you didn't want to be with me."
"But that wasn't what happened," Cat stated with a confidence that said she knew exactly what she was thinking in those moments.
"No," Kara confirmed, letting go of the hand and allowing it to return to her midsection; only this time, it caressed her from beneath the shirt. "That's definitely not what happened. You didn't say a word on the car ride or the elevator up to the condo but once we were behind closed doors-"
"I pounced on you like a tigress would her prey," Cat said, looking down at the hard body and running her nails over the taut abdomen.
"Yeah," Kara said, swallowing thickly, her body becoming more and more aroused by the moment. "That's exactly what you did."
"Describe it to me," she demanded, locking eyes once more and bringing their lower bodies closer together; her front pressing against Kara's side.
"Well, um…" Kara tried to keep herself focused on the past as her body responded to the present. "You kind of slammed me up against the door and kissed me in this really possessive way."
"Mmm hmm," Cat added as her hand started to roam down Kara's pajama pant covered thigh, pressing down and opening her legs a bit before dragging her hand back up. "That definitely sounds like something I'd do. But then I bet I pulled back once I had my fill."
"You did," she confirmed, wondering exactly how this woman was already starting to bring her up without even touching her where she needed her most.
"And I'll bet I said something to you," the CEO guessed, dragging her hand up Kara's side, grazing the swell of her breast and coming to grip the back of her neck at the base.
"You did," Kara answered, the hand at her side squeezing the comforter as if she were holding on for dear life.
"Tell me what I said," Cat demanded, leaning in so close Kara could feel the words on her lips.
"You said that, while you might not deserve to be my first, I didn't deserve for anyone else to be," Kara recalled, bringing her other hand up to cup Cat's cheek. "You told me that no one would touch me with the reverence you would. That my first time should be with someone who focused solely on making sure I felt safe and important… and satisfied."
"And then what happened?" Cat asked a question she most certainly already knew the answer to as she slipped a thigh between Kara's and pressed her weight into the girl.
"And then..." Kara answered, breathlessly as she let go of the comforter to clutch gently at Cat's back. "And then you did all of those things."
The alien was done being the only one seduced. She leaned in closer and dragged her lips across Cat's cheek and husked into her ear lines that had been branded into the alien's brain since the moment they were spoken.
"You also told me that nothing in your life had ever turned you on so much as the idea of being the first person to touch me deep inside."
The hand at the back of Kara's neck reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her head back so that their gazes could meet once more.
"Tell me why you were shaking before," Cat commanded and watched as Kara's face sobered slightly.
"Because I am so afraid that you're going to run away from this. From me."
Cat's features, grip and tone all softened at once.
"For someone who's supposed to know me so well, you're really not impressing me right now," the words were bathed in the gentleness of their owner's intent. "But I know me, and I bet you're leaving out one more first from that night. One more thing I said before I did slip deep within you."
"You're right," Kara said, swallowing thickly and feeling her eyes mist over with tears as she recalled the wonder of that moment and married it with the intensity of the one in which she now lived. "You want to guess what it was? Please?"
The vulnerability in her voice clung to the air between them and her heart raced as she waited to see just how well Cat knew herself. And just how much she was willing to give.
Finally, she got it all right.
"I'm in love with you, Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El… My Supergirl."
And she meant it that time too.
