Conversations on a Balcony
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Waking up with Cat in her arms wasn't something Kara, in her wildest dreams, ever thought would happen. But there she was, on the small couch on Cat's bedroom balcony, holding the sleeping woman close as she breathed deeply and evenly. Cat was snuggled against her chest with her small hand pressed where Supergirl's crest normally resided… and Kara didn't want to let her go.
Knowing that Cat was a little drunk made Kara feel guilty though… like she was taking advantage of her boss, even though nothing had happened between them at all. She sighed and began to extricate herself from their delicate position but, to her surprise, Cat's hand shifted lower and then slid across Kara's stomach to gently grasp her hip as she snuggled closer.
"It's ok if you have to go," she murmured. "But, if you don't… stay."
"Miss Grant…" the younger woman replied, very gently. "I'm not sure this is…" She trailed off and swallowed though, as Cat's eyes lifted to look at her and her hand tightened on Kara's hip.
"Stay?" the older woman whispered, and Kara simply nodded and smiled affectionately.
Cat exhaled softly and closed her eyes, simply resting her head on Kara's chest again but hours later, when the sun had risen, she woke to find herself alone and still fully clothed, tucked up under the covers in the center of her large bed… with a steaming hot latte sitting on the nightstand beside her.