Between Two Mountains

by stix04

Lena runs off to her Metropolis ski resort to put Kara out of her mind. Cat's grueling schedule is no longer working to distract her from where she really wants to be. Carter has found the perfect vacation spot in Metropolis. He needs a babysitter while on the slopes. Since Kara's powers are fritzing while she nurses her own despair, a vacation away would be just the thing.

2. Avalanche

Part Two: Avalanche

In National City the next day, Kara was all packed for her trip and ready to throw herself into an all-morning patrol to stave off her excitement. She had the day off from CatCo and would have the long weekend off with the promise of more if she was able to get Cat Grant to talk. Not about the White House or her world-wide school program; instead, Kara had been directed to come back with "juicy details only."

As Kara flew around National City, however, she wished she were in the office. It would at least help pass the time. It felt like some kind of torture. Especially since she wasn't supposed to engage, even if something should come up; her instructions from Alex had been clear - if she spotted any incidents, she was to report them only. Since speaking to Miss Grant, her powers hadn't been as glitchy, but they were still unpredictable. So Kara flew over her city and waited.

Not like it was helping.

When her phone started to ring, Kara was desperate for the distraction. She almost forgot to fly when she saw Lena's name. In fact, she dropped ten feet before she was racing down to a pigeon-heavy rooftop to take the call.

She was breathless when she said: "Hello? Lena?" her voice higher than usual.

On the other end, Lena was struck for a moment at the sound of Kara's voice. The long pause had Kara checking the connection, but before she could ask after Lena again, the woman was blowing out a soothing breath as she stared out the window of her lodge office and cleared her throat. "Hi, Kara," she said softly.

Kara's eyes widened. She had half convinced herself in that quiet moment that it had been a butt dial. Lena was really calling her! Something occurred to her in that moment. "Lena, are you okay? Is everything okay, are you safe?" What if Lena had been kidnapped and she was left stranded somewhere wondering why her supposed best friend wasn't there rescuing her?

Kara had had the entire DEO double check to ensure there was no foul play when Lena had suddenly disappeared, but they could've missed something! Kara was spiralling. She reached out with her hearing - not for the first or even thousandth time since Lena had left - for the sound of the woman's breathing, heart beat, or any call of distress. She was still trying when Lena's voice jumped in, cutting off her panic.

"I'm fine, Kara," Lena said, then licked her lips to amend, "I'm safe." Kara's eyes slipped closed in relief. She began to pace the roof, the flight of pigeons moving out of Kara's way but never flying off, just parting for the superhero.

After a long stretch of silence, a sad smile made its way to Kara's face. "You called," she said softly, wanting to be excited but hesitant. Lena could very well be calling to tell Kara that she never wanted to speak to her again. Even so, it was just so great to hear her voice. Kara had missed that voice so much she ached with it.

On her end, Lena's smile was a little more pained but still present. Her thoughts mirrored Kara's - she had also missed hearing Kara's voice. It was an exquisite kind of torture hearing it now, knowing that she could see Kara in five hours, and that the cards were in her own hands.

"Yeah," Lena agreed, wanting to ease the sadness in her friend's voice, "I called."

Another moment of silence. "I'm glad," Kara said, tentatively. "Even if…" the pigeons continued to part, "Even if it's just to say you need more time or, or…" Kara couldn't say the other thing. "Either way," she went on, "it's so nice to hear your voice. I've missed it," she said, giving way to her thoughts and feelings.

Lena pulled the phone away to hide her intake of breath. She had to try extra hard, not wanting Kara and her super hearing to catch the sound.

Her silence scared Kara. "I'm sorry!" she apologized quickly, the panic back. "That was unfair to say, I shouldn't have said that. I don't get to say things like that when it's my fault that-"

But Lena was cutting her off, shaking her head and smiling more easily, very used to this Kara. "No…" she said on a whisper. "No, I...I feel the same."

Kara stopped pacing as a smile spread. "Really?"

Lena practically gulped and nodded. "Yes," she admitted, the hand not holding her phone braced on the glass of the window - skiers off in the distance, invisible in the wake of Kara's soft voice. She shook herself out of the daze and sucked in a breath before she was saying: "Which is why I called - well," she allowed, "There are two reasons I called, and they're...related."

Kara perked up, liking where this was headed. "Oh?"

Lena struggled for a moment. She heard the hope in Kara's voice, and she felt like she was about to tell the girlfriend she had dumped that she was seeing someone new - and it was Kara's ex. Lena's stomach turned uneasily, that feeling of cheating on Kara returning.

"I…" she blew out another breath and tried for casual. "I own many businesses," she began and then rolled her eyes at herself.

Kara only hesitated for a moment. "I know, it's...it's really impressive how-"

Lena was shaking her head, not looking for Kara to be her usual adorable complimenter. "What I'm trying to say, inelegantly as it were, is that I own many businesses, and I don't always think to talk about them. This one I own, I actively keep it hidden so that it's just mine."

Kara's lips twisted, wondering if Lena was trying to make a correlation between Kara keeping Supergirl a secret and Lena keeping a business she owns private. It was lame to try to let Kara off the hook like that, but Kara was going to keep that to herself for the moment, desperate to keep Lena talking to her.

"I'm explaining this terribly," Lena groaned, and then straightened when she realized direct was the best approach. "I own Metropolis Mountain Lodge and Ski Resort," she said. Kara froze, not having seen that coming and wondering if Lena was about to bar her from attending. Wondering what the odds were. If Kara was about to not only disappoint Miss Grant and Carter, but herself, telling them she wouldn't be able to come after all. And on top of that, Lena didn't want to let Kara start making amends. Suddenly, Kara felt like she had forgotten to fly again, except this time it felt like she was falling hundreds of feet.

Her powers instantly started to fritz. Kara's watery eyes snapped closed when her heat vision zapped a fiery line into the rooftop, finally getting the pigeons to take flight. "Oh," Kara said, trying and failing to keep the overwhelming sorrow from her voice.

Lena could see where Kara's thoughts were going and practically yelled back: "No! No, that's not why I'm telling you this!"

Kara hesitated, eyes still closed tightly. "You're not...I can still come?" she asked very, very carefully, her tone still defeated.

Lena took another breath, hating how small Kara's voice sounded. "I ran into the Grants, and they mentioned you were coming. I didn't want to blindside you when you got here and...and I did want to see you. We could have dinner tonight, just you and me, to talk."

Kara felt like she was going to hyperventilate. It took thirty full seconds for her to understand everything that had been said. It was more than she deserved! It was more than she ever thought she'd get in a million Phantom Zone years! Lena wanted to see her? She wanted to talk to her today? "What?" Kara asked, her tone completely gobsmacked. "You...you want to see me?" she asked, still unconvinced she'd ever be this lucky.

Covering her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lena was nodding again. "Yes, Kara. If you want to see me?"

Kara's crying eyes opened to look out at the cloudless sky, her smile slow and grateful. "Lena...I...Oh, Lena, nothing would make me happier!"

Lena's own eyes welled as she heard the truth of Kara's words and the tears that accompanied them. "Okay," she said, wiping them away and standing straighter, deliberately taking in her surroundings instead of getting lost in Kara's voice. "It's settled. You'll get to the lodge and we'll meet at six for dinner and to...to catch up?"

Kara was nodding enthusiastically as she gave a watery laugh. "Yeah, yes! That would be great. Fantastic, even!"

Lena chuckled back. "Okay. Well...fly safely and...and I'll see you then?"

Kara continued to nod. "I...I can't wait! I'll see you then."

There was a pause as Lena felt the joy of everything crash down on her. Could it be this easy? She had been wrecked by the news that Kara had been deceiving her. Could it be so easy to just - let it go in favor of being happy? Believe Kara and work to repair what was broken? Lena really hoped so, because she missed her friend, and she hated the idea of Kara being so sad that she was running away from National City.

"Okay," she said eventually. "I'll see you then," and hung up before she said anything else - like how much she loved her and missed her and couldn't wait to see her.

Kara, for her part, just stared down at her phone for a long moment before she was crying fresh tears.

She was going to see Lena! In six short hours she'd get to look into her eyes and say all the things she wanted to say - if Lena wanted to hear them, that is. And she didn't have to cancel on Miss Grant or Carter! Suddenly, it had the makings of the most perfect vacation, and Kara didn't know if she would be able to wait until the evening.

Her phone was back to bluetooth, calling Alex as she shot into the sky, ready to let her sister know that she was only going to be on duty for an hour more before taking off early - there was no way she could make it to five.

Lena and Cat sat quietly side by side as Carter and his friends splashed and laughed in the lodge's pool. Originally, Cat had been in on the action, chasing after the kids like a shark in the water. Then Lena had entered the pool area, and Cat had caught the look on her face and excused herself to check on the woman.

It was obvious to Cat that Lena was excited but nervous. She understood that completely, so she sat quietly by her until Lena had something to say.

It was quite humorous, actually: Lena in a three-piece suit, fresh from a meeting with a few board members. Her long hair was braided down the middle of her back, and she looked imposing with the dark suit and darkly painted lips. Especially next to a dripping wet Cat in a modest one piece that was appropriate for a family lodge. It had felt modest, at any rate, until Cat felt the side of Lena's pinky finger slide against her bare thigh.

Cat didn't react right away. She casually looked around the pool area and saw that no one was paying them any attention. Besides Carter and his friends, there was only an elderly couple swimming together in the deep end, and a lifeguard that was on her phone - Cat made a mental note to tell Lena to put the fear of God into her later.

When she saw Lena's gaze, she was startled to see the desire burning there. The woman's eyes were trained on Cat's legs, and again Cat had to swiftly glance around to make sure they were still going unobserved.

Kara would be there in less than five hours, and Cat felt her nerves swirling. She kept thinking about what Lena had said the night before: what was stopping her from making it clear to Kara that she wanted her? It felt like an almost impossible thought, so dangerous and wild, that Cat felt grounded by Lena's finger tracing her skin oh so softly.

They were going to need one another, that was for sure. Cat and Lena would probably use every free moment to escape together - getting lost in each other's skin and lips and taste. Seeking the other out to distract. And Lena would make an excellent distraction.

Lena sharply pulled her hand away when Carter yelled her name, all three kids enthusiastically waving at her and begging her to join them, only now noticing her presence. Lena just laughed and promised another time.

Cat wanted Lena's hands back on her.

It broke the spell, though, and Lena turned her head slightly as her jaw tightened. "We're having dinner at six. Thank you...for...showing me that I could reach out. For making me feel like I could."

Cat looked at her under her eye lashes and smirked. "Anything else on your mind?"

Lena licked away her smirk and glanced around as Cat had done to make sure their moment was private. "The Martin's will be back soon?" she asked, jaw tensing when her eyes jumped back to Cat's legs.

Because she could, Cat stretched her legs out before her, giving Lena's gaze more to feast on. "They should be back any minute," Cat replied, her tone smug. "Good chat with our girl?"

Lena felt the lightning course through her at the comment, and she had to look away to process the implication: because it sounded so fucking perfect.

She cleared her throat, but one look at Cat told her that the woman had seen her reaction, and enjoyed it as much as Lena enjoyed the concept. "She sounded good...well…" Lena hesitated, remembering the crying and pain she could hear.

"Well?" Cat asked, growing concerned.

Lena waved her off. "No, she's good. But...at first…"

Cat nodded. "She was worried about why you were calling."

"Yes."

They were quiet for a moment before Cat softly asked: "But she sounded good?"

She was going for something more casual, Lena was sure. She blew out a breath and smiled and waved when she saw the Martins enter the pool area. Cat waved as well, and they both watched as the husband and wife approached the kids.

They were taking them to the next building over for the matinee movie lunch party. It was a small theater on the grounds that Lena had refurbished only last summer. She hadn't even been in the building yet, but she was happy that the movie events were popular. It would also give her and Cat the afternoon together to shake off their anticipation.

Lena still hadn't answered Cat's question. She wasn't sure how to communicate that Kara sounded so very broken when she had answered, and then, in typical Kara fashion, had gone from zero to smiling-like-the-sun happy. She didn't want to blow Cat off, though: if the roles were reversed, Lena would want to know.

"She sounded very excited to come," she finally settled on, and then blindly reached for Cat's hand to squeeze it, eyes still on Carter and the Martins.

When Carter was out of the pool and making his way over to them, Cat didn't let go of Lena's hand, and even held it tighter to let the woman know it wouldn't be released. Carter didn't seem to notice as he excitedly approached. "Hi, Lena!" he said when he was in front of them. Lena smiled back widely and ducked her head, still very unused to being around kids, and what's more, having them like her - she thought Ruby had been the exception.

"We're going to get showered and dressed in the locker room, play a few games in the game room, and then head over to the movie," he said, his eyes back on his mom. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," Cat said, leaning forward to hug him and kiss him on his cheek. He didn't even protest. She wiped her lipstick off his cheek and smiled. "Kara will be here later this evening, so we'll make sure to get dessert with her after dinner. Okay?"

"Awesome!" he said, waving goodbye to both women and making his way back to his friends.

As she watched Carter and his friends disappear into the locker rooms, she said "And here I thought dessert was now?" Lena glanced back at Cat with a cheeky smile.

Cat laughed loudly and got to her feet. She yanked Lena up and pulled her towards where her bag was laying before exiting where the elevators were stationed.

They were up in Cat's suite five minutes later. Lena's suit jacket was already thrown onto the couch, vest unbuttoned, and her hands squeezing Cat's ass as they kissed.

Their pace always felt frantic, but just like the first time and every time since, it was deep and slow and thorough.

"I saw that earlier, you know," Cat said before attacking Lena's jaw and neck. Lena's hands were tugging down the straps of Cat's wet bathing suit until her hands were able to caress her breasts.

Her thumbs dotted over Cat's hard nipples, enjoying the feel of that skillful mouth on her neck. "Saw what?" Lena eventually said, far too distracted to remember anything from earlier besides her phone call.

Cat jerked away from Lena's neck to direct her chin forward so their eyes were locked. Lena's hands froze as they stared at each other in a heated moment, both breathing hard. "Our girl?" Cat said slowly, enunciating both words to not only jog Lena's memory, but to stress the implication.

Just like before, Lena's reaction was instantaneous - eyes slipping closed and a groan escaping, before her hands went back to work and she buried her face in Cat's neck.

Cat moaned and let the idea of Kara being theirs wash over her. Earlier when she had referred to her as our girl, it had been something that just slipped out in the moment. She really was trying to say Kara's name more, but it felt appropriate because she was starting to think of Kara as theirs. Who could love the woman more than the two of them?

She was trying to prepare for her arrival in a number of ways - like trying to desensitize herself by replaying Kara calling her "Miss Grant," over and over in her head. It could be such a trigger to hear someone call her "Miss Grant." She usually only had people who worked for her use the title, or else Cat's thoughts turned dirty. She couldn't decide if Kara calling her Cat was any better, but at least it didn't immediately make Cat think of Kara on her knees under Cat's desk, licking up her thigh.

Suffice it to say, Cat was trying many ways to prepare herself for Kara's presence. It turned out, referring to her as our girl was now something Cat could not speak, think, or consider. And not just because it made her dizzy with desire, just the very idea that Cat could have both women exactly how she wanted - but because Lena seemed to melt and that look she'd get made Cat ache to give her anything she wanted.

Lena and Kara were different sides of the same coin: both have had so much taken away from them and both still worked themselves exhausted to do good. Kara, though, like the sun she was, brought people to her. Lena, however, seemed so lonesome, like the moon.

That ache to protect Lena throbbed in her. Lena slid to her knees, still in her pants, vest, and button down. She stared up at Cat with bright eyes, like she was about to beg for something, and the throb only grew.

The rest of Cat's bathing suit was peeled off and tossed somewhere. And then Lena was nuzzling her like she was just starting a prayer.

God, Cat wanted to give her everything in that moment.

"You know what would make this moment perfect," Cat found herself saying, head tilted back, eyes closed in pleasure, and her hand lightly gripping Lena's braid.

Lena only hummed back, silently asking as her tongue slowly moved back and forth through Cat's lips. "If our girl was here," she whispered.

Lena stopped and pulled away to look back up at Cat, her breathing heavy as she waited for Cat's gaze to meet hers. When their eyes met, Cat's hand stroked Lena's face softly, a finger caressing under her jaw and back up along her cheekbones. They stared at one another for a long moment, the burning they felt reflected back and built, until Lena gasped, like she had been under water, and then she was swooping back down, her tongue plunging into Cat with a long, low groan.

Kara touched down about a mile from the lodge, so as not to be detected. She ran quickly through the forest trees, her smile still bright and stretching the closer she got. It didn't take long, and soon, she was standing in front of the huge layout of the Metropolis Mountain Lodge and Ski Resort.

It looked like it was trying to be rustic, but was far too beautiful to really pull it off - everything too new. It made Kara's smile grow, so proud of her friend. She knew how much Lena loved the winter, and as she slowly spun in a circle to take it all in, it felt like the perfect place to celebrate all things chilly. Something out of a Hallmark Christmas movie.

The slopes were packed, and all around her were smiling, laughing faces of couples, friends, and families. Their happiness only amplified Kara's: Cat and Lena here?

After she had gotten off the phone with Alex, Kara continued to fly around, counting down the minutes, and trying and failing to picture Cat Grant and Lena Luthor friendly. Not that Lena said they were friends, or even spending time with one another. Kara thought she could picture it: Cat had seen Lena and was immediately in reporter-mode, descending and charming Lena into an interview of some kind.

Ever since Kara had thought the scenario, she had been at war with herself. On the one hand, she didn't want Cat to push Lena. On the other, Kara felt almost desperate to read a Cat Grant interview of Lena Luthor - wondering what little gems Cat would draw out of her best friend…

Maybe Kara could convince Lena to give an interview.

And then somehow she was going to have to convince Cat to let her interview her. The idea that Kara could stay a whole week with two of her favorite people, secluded from the complications of the outside world? Kara would use every weapon in her arsenal. Which, really, she only had to use the one: Supergirl.

It's not like Cat didn't already know. "Go get em' Supergirl"? Of course Kara had heard Cat. When they would trade the random text or email, Cat would always add a little reminder that she knew. Like after Kara had won her Pulitzer, Cat's text had been incredibly transparent:

I knew you were *super* at everything. Congratulations, well deserved.

So Kara would allow Cat a few questions about Supergirl in exchange for her own interview. That would be easy enough. Then she could stay and submerge herself in the two talented, intelligent, beautiful women that Kara felt beyond giddy to have in her life at the same time.

She had to keep herself from using her super-speed to get to the front desk.

There was a bit of a line, so Kara hung back with her stuffed duffle bag as she looked around at the high ceilings and modern-meets-rustic touches. She was in awe that her friend could make something this beautiful and lovely a reality. It's why she found herself exploring more when the line didn't seem to be budging.

"A game room?" Kara gasped excitedly to herself, and then followed the sign that pointed out the direction.

As soon as she turned the corner and saw the opened double glass doors leading to the game room, she saw Carter Grant. Her smile somehow doubled and she hurriedly entered and approached. As though feeling her gaze, Carter looked away from the arcade game he and his friends were hovered around, and his smile mirrored hers.

"Kara!" She wanted to hug him, but he was a cool teenager with his friends, and probably still uncomfortable with hugging. So instead, she met him halfway and stuffed one hand into her pocket as she smiled brightly. "You're early!" he laughed, his happiness at her presence clear.

"Are you kidding? I couldn't wait to get here! How are you?"

"Awesome!" he declared, and then introduced all four Martins to Kara. She easily charmed them.

"Mom said you were having dinner with Lena tonight, but after that we could have dessert together!"

Kara startled for a moment, surprised that Carter was even familiar with Lena, but was back to smiling. "I'm always up for dessert!" she laughed. "So you've met Lena?"

Carter nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah. I met her on our first day. She's so smart and made her own arcade game! That's what we were playing over there," he said, pointing back to where his friends were. "And she took us skiing yesterday, and she promised to go swimming, too."

Kara couldn't believe it - not the part where Carter seemed enamored with Lena, that part made perfect sense. Lena was spending time with the Grants?

"Wow, that's so great! Maybe we can all hang out together!"

Carter's face lit up. "That would be so cool! Well," he conceded with a grin that was like an inside joke, "I'm pretty sure we won't be able to get my mom on the slopes, but definitely swimming!"

Kara laughed in agreement and pushed her glasses up higher on her nose. "What are you all up to now?" she asked, looking down at her watch to see that it was a little after one.

"We're about to head to the theater next door for a movie and lunch. You should come!" he declared excitedly. But before Kara could agree, he frowned at her bag. "Actually, you're probably tired from your flight and stuff. You should get unpacked and rest, and I'll just see you after your dinner."

It did sound nice - not the resting part, but getting a chance to see Miss Grant before her dinner. She felt slightly guilty that she was going to dinner with Lena. It was one of the reasons why she arrived so early, wanting to get her feet underneath her, see Miss Grant, and then spend time with Lena.

Kara nodded with another wide smile. "And then skiing all day tomorrow," she promised.

"Yeah!" Carter said easily. Just then, the Martins approached, signalling they were heading over to the theater to get seats. "My mom should still be by the pool, Kara, so once you're all unpacked you can meet her there."

Kara waved her thanks and parted ways at the front desk, excited for some alone time with Miss Grant.

The line at the front desk had dwindled, so it didn't take long, and soon, she was given the key that was set aside for her for the eighth floor penthouse. She'd get to stay in the same suite as the Grants which felt like an all-access pass to spend tons of time with the woman. Staying up late to pick her brain.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

She was practically bouncing as the elevator climbed. Soon, the doors opened with a ding and she followed the sign for penthouse number one, down a long, private hallway. Kara was still beaming, not believing her luck. The last few weeks had felt harder than any she had had since first arriving on Earth. Even though she had her family, friends, and jobs, a hole that Kara wasn't even aware existed had opened further until it felt gaping.

With one call from Miss Grant and her earlier conversation with Lena, the hole seemed to be repairing itself.

Kara shot off a quick text to Alex to let her know she was okay and formulated her day. She'd unpack, change into her bathing suit, and meet Miss Grant down by the pool. Oh! She should order food pool-side, she thought and felt like she'd drool. She'd spend the day with Miss Grant, then shower and get ready for dinner with Lena.

Since Lena was also friendly with the Grants, she wouldn't have to choose. After dinner Lena could come with her to get dessert with the Grants. And then maybe, she, Miss Grant, and Lena could spend the night together, chatting for hours and hours about everything!

The bounce in her step felt like flying. She finally arrived at the penthouse door and set down her duffle to fish out the keycard from her pocket, her smile almost a laugh. But just as she was about to swipe the card in front of the entry panel, she heard it.

At first, it was soft - barely a whisper. The answering groan, however, was louder. Gruffer. Almost a grunt, and made by another voice.

Then the first person spoke again, but this time louder and on a groan, drawing out her name.

Then again: "Kara," it was said for the third time; said faster, desperate, like begging.

If the keycard hadn't been right there in front of the panel, Kara would've just flattened the door open. She had never heard Lena say her name like that, and it scared her.

She didn't have time to wonder why Lena was in Cat's room or why Lena would be saying her name, never mind saying it like that. In that moment, all Kara knew was her best friend was whimpering and groaning her name and Kara thought that meant she needed help.

Lightning quick, the card flashed down the panel and Kara was in the doorway of Cat Grant's suite. What she saw, however, was a far cry from what she had been expecting: before she had heard her name and after.

There, on the main couch in the living room, was Cat on top of Lena, both women naked. Their mouths were a hair's breadth away from the other's.

It took a long moment for Kara to realize what she was looking at, and before she could fully understand the whole picture - like where Cat's hands were - the two women suddenly noticed her presence and reacted instantly.

Lena gasped and froze. For whatever reason, Cat withdrew from Lena and made a grab at the blanket on the back of the couch to cover only Lena, and then froze.

Kara, however, finally unfroze and turned abruptly, almost tripping over her duffle. "I'm sorry! I'm…" and the door slammed behind her, spilling her into the hallway.

Lena and Cat's eyes slid until they were staring at one another, horror-struck.

"What the fuck just happened?" Cat whispered.

It had started with the our girl comment and evolved until Cat was describing to Lena all the things she would do to them if Kara had been there. She had spun details so thoroughly that soon, Lena couldn't wait any longer and was fingering herself as she ate Cat out - both women coming together.

After that, Cat had Lena stripped and on the couch. Cat had fucked her as she whispered in her ear more fantasies involving all three of them. Then Cat had told her all the things she wanted Kara to do to Lena. Soon, Lena had found herself coming, saying Kara's name, much to the delight of Cat - which encouraged Lena only further.

And then - there was Kara. Several hours early.

"Shit!" Lena said. And then let out a slew of curses as she slid out from under Cat to hurriedly dress.

Cat was white as a sheet, mouth covered as she looked across the room not seeing anything.

Once Lena had her pants and button down on, she was out the door, ready to chase Kara. Except, she didn't have to go far.

She ripped open the door and found Kara standing in the hallway, much like how she'd left Cat - white as a sheet, hand over her parted mouth, frozen and unseeing.

"Kara!" Lena breathed out, almost doubled over. Now that she had found her friend, her mind went completely blank as to what to do next. It wasn't until Kara's stunned eyes glanced down to take notice that Lena hadn't buttoned her shirt did Lena close the shirt over and cross her arms, even more embarrassed.

At the motion, Kara jerked and stood straighter, her hand dropping to her side. Her eyes were wide, shock still evident, but her mouth snapped shut and then she seemed to forget how it worked. It opened and closed a few times, failing to voice anything further.

Lena knew she looked a mess - barefoot, her braid had been taken out by Cat's quick hands, her lipstick long since kissed off and smeared, and clothes wrinkled and unbuttoned. But she had to be standing there, had to go after Kara. For what reason, she wasn't sure. She just knew that Kara would feel a certain way about catching her with Cat. Everything else in that moment was forgotten besides the fact that Kara had just caught them in the very middle of fucking.

"Kara," Lena tried again, a little distressed this time.

It snapped Kara out of her haze, and she blinked away the shock. "I...I'm so sorry, I...I'm early," Kara finished lamely. "I should've knocked."

Lena was shaking her head. "No, I mean…" but what could she say to that? "I'm sorry you had to see that, um…"

Just then, the door opened and Cat stood there in a t-shirt and yoga pants, expression calm. "Kara, why don't you come in?"

Seeing Cat there seemed to trigger Kara's panic again. She jumped slightly with a surprised gasp. Cat ignored the reaction and opened the door, stepping aside with her arms crossed and head down as she waited.

Lena's gaze went back and forth to each woman silently.

"Chop, chop, Kiera," Cat then said, not using her usual bravado, but it seemed to do the trick.

Kara started and then moved quickly, dropping down to pick up her duffle bag and then hurrying inside the suite. As Lena passed Cat, their eyes met briefly to share their worry, before Lena moved to the other side of the living room, far away from Kara.

Kara's gaze darted around the suite anywhere but at the couch.

Cat gently closed the door and then passed Lena to move towards the high-top kitchen table, signaling with her eyes that she wanted Lena to follow. Lena did, and took the chair next to Cat's.

They both silently waited for Kara to join.

It took prodding. "Kara, join us?" Cat said calmly, indicating the chair across from her, even though she practically winced at the word choice - it felt a little too on the nose. Kara was still frazzled, that was clear. She took a step, stopped, placed down her duffle, then picked it up again, stopped, set it down with indecision clear, then finally moved forward to sit.

To Cat, it felt very much like that time she sat her mother down to tell her that she was getting yet another divorce.

Except a billion times worse, somehow.

No one made eye contact now that they were all sitting. No one said anything. It was so quiet. Luckily, Lena had buttoned up her shirt and pants. That was something.

Cat felt a laugh bubbling up, and shoved it down. This was ridiculous, she thought. No one had done anything wrong. It was silly to make it weird.

"Well...this is awkward," Cat helpfully summarized.

Lena huffed an almost laugh, and rubbed at her face as she looked away. Kara weakly smiled at the table.

Cat bit her lip and shook her head. So she was going to have to do all the work, it seemed.

"Kara," Cat said, leaning forward to try and catch the woman's gaze. "I'm sorry you had to catch us in a very compromising position, but I don't see why things have to be strange between any of us. I'm very happy you're here and I say we all just try and move past this. Okay?"

Lena was still looking away, most likely out at the slopes in the distance.

Kara, however, reacted right away. She gave a self-deprecating laugh that seemed to shake off the last of her discomfort. "You're right, Miss Grant. I'm...this is a bit awkward," she said, eyes still on the table before finally looking up between the two women across from her fleetingly, and then again at the table. "I'm sorry that I didn't knock, I just…"

Cat waved the rest of the explanation away.

"It's going to be quite a long vacation if we can't all move past this," Cat said with finality. Kara did an admirable job at nodding and meeting Cat's gaze momentarily, before both women looked away. "Good," Cat said, her voice lacking some confidence, however. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. I'll give you two some time to chat."

Kara looked away when Cat's hand ducked down to squeeze Lena's leg as she got up. As she left, it seemed like she took all the oxygen in the room with her.

Lena was still looking out the window and Kara had no idea what to do or say.

But Lena wasn't sure if she could do this. Lena was waiting for the moment Kara brought up the fact that Lena had been moaning Kara's name as Cat fucked her.

What she didn't know, though, was that Kara hadn't remembered that little fact - the image of the two women together had completely knocked that information out of her head.

Kara could easily sense that she would have to help Lena. She hated that things were so very strained between the two of them and only seemed to get worse. So she took a deep breath and reached across the table to touch Lena's hand to get her attention.

Lena's gaze whipped to Kara's fingers on hers, and then back up to softly smiling eyes. "Hi," Kara said, shaking her head and giving a light chuckle.

Air finally seemed to pass through Lena's lungs at that, weights falling off her shoulders.

"Hi," Lena said, an embarrassed smile on her lips as she shook her head. "This is not how I pictured this going."

At that, Kara laughed. "No?" Their smiling eyes met, before they both looked away, laughing softly. "I'm sorry-"

Lena waved her off. "Please stop apologizing," she said, and smiled at her to show she wasn't upset. "I know you want to apologize for...interrupting," Lena said with a roll of her eyes, "and for everything that happened from before. But," she started thoughtfully, and then met and held Kara's gaze, "let's just move past that for right now, like Cat said. We'll have plenty of time to talk over dinner, and I just want to start making up for lost time."

Kara watched as Lena's eyes begged her to agree. How could she not?

She nodded with a smile. "If that's what you want."

"It is," Lena said seriously, her jaw flexing with the strength of it. "I wish we could start catching up now, but I have a couple of meetings soon," she said regretfully.

Now it was Kara waving her off. "Please, go about your day. We'll have plenty of time over dinner."

"Yes," Lena agreed. The awkwardness wasn't completely gone, but she was ready to work overtime in order to get rid of it. Come to think of it, she was fairly certain she still had the mind eraser blueprints that Lex had constructed…

Lena was pretty sure it wouldn't work on Kara, though.

The moment of silence stretched before Lena got to her feet. A quick glance around told her that Cat had moved her bra, panties, vest, and jacket elsewhere, which made her breathe easier. Her heels were by the couch. She turned back to Kara and smiled. "Why don't I meet you here, ten minutes til six, and we'll go down to the restaurant together?"

Kara nodded eagerly and smiled. "Sounds perfect," she said.

Lena nodded again and brushed her hand over Kara's shoulder as she passed, got into her heels, and gave one more wave at the door before leaving.

Now that Lena was gone, Kara could hear the shower running. Where Cat was. Showering. Naked. Like how she had been with Lena.

Kara shook her head to avoid thinking about what she had just walked in on - although it was very, very difficult.

To distract herself, she listened hard to the sounds of Lena walking down the hallway, to the elevator, and then off to her floor, two floors below. She was having a brief exchange with an employee - mostly just polite greetings and some laughs. Lena was so good to her employees.

She just saw Lena naked.

She just saw Cat Grant naked.

Together.

The only sounds to distract her now were the skiers and the sound of the shower. She would not think of the shower.

Just fifteen minutes ago, she had been so excited to see Cat and Lena. Now, she just felt so very alone.

Would this be the trip? She would watch Carter and his friends while Lena and Cat went on dates?

The thought felt like a gut punch. Kara wrapped her arms around her waist, her stomach uneasy. What if she barely got to see them? Dinner with Lena tonight, but then…

And how often did Cat actually sit still? She was always there to give Kara a rousing pep-talk, but would she actually want to spend hours with her, talking about everything and nothing?

Rao! She had been so silly to think that this trip was going to be her and her two billionaires, talking, laughing, maybe having a few drinks as they solved all the world's problems.

How would that even work?

It wouldn't now, that was for sure! They probably didn't even want to be around Kara now that-

"Kara," Cat's voice said, breaking her out of her spiraling. "Slacking already?" Cat asked, busy clasping in an earring, eyes on herself in the full-length mirror in the hallway outside the bedrooms.

Kara blinked a few times. Cat's hair was wet, but there was product in the short, curly blonde locks. She wore a baggy green sweater that was cinched at the waist with a black leather belt, black legging, and red pumps.

When her eyes went to the mirror, she found Cat's gaze on her looking expectant.

"What?" she asked quickly, stumbling to her feet. "No! What do you need?"

Cat hummed, like she was inspecting Kara's behavior. She ignored Kara's answer. "Everything go okay with Lena?"

Kara blinked a few more times, not sure what she was talking about, before remembering Cat had given them some time alone. It was very distracting hearing Cat say Lena's name. It rolled thickly off her tongue, and Kara shook her head to clear it. "Oh! Yes, everything is fine!"

Cat's eyebrow quirked before she glanced down at the delicate watch at her wrist. "Ah, her meetings," she said, suddenly understanding. She gave the mirror one more glance before she spun around and directed Kara to stand with a flick of her wrist. "Feel like taking in a movie?"

Every word Cat said seemed alien to Kara - the irony wasn't lost on her.

"What?" she asked, more startled than confused.

Cat tsked and folded her arms across her chest. "A movie? Carter said there's still food, so if we leave now we'll be able to join them."

Carter. The movie. Yes, these things made sense. Carter was next door with his friends watching a movie. "Oh!" she said again, now really unsure if any of that sounded like a good idea. Maybe she'd just stay in the room, alone, and think about the fact that Cat and Lena would be spending all their time together now and-

"Kara," Cat said, snapping her fingers, getting her attention. When she spoke, it was slow and deliberate. "It's all you can eat pizza, candy, and Disney's Hercules."

Kara's face erupted into a smile.

It turned out that Cat hated Hercules. She had texted Lena fairly often during the annoying movie to complain of its showing.

Kara, of course, adored it. But she had pizza sauce on her face, so what did she know?

Cat sat through the movie only because she had no freaking idea what else to do. She couldn't imagine spending another minute alone with Kara in the suite: too afraid Kara would start asking questions about her and Lena. Afraid that Kara's face would continue to look so sad and confused. Afraid that Cat would pounce on the poor woman.

It was officially a disaster. Having Kara there was even worse than she imagined. What had she been thinking, bringing her up during sex with Lena? That boundary was important! It was necessary! And now all Cat could do was think of the ways Lena had reacted towards Cat's fantasies. What had made her moan the loudest. Touch Cat feverishly. What had made her come.

During the movie, Kara sat right in front of Cat and to the side, so she had an almost perfect view of each smile, laugh, and the way she subtly wiped away a tear. Cat spent most of the movie watching her. The other half of the time she spent texting Lena.

Cat, I'm sorry, I have no idea what that movie is about. Is it really that bad?

Cat rolled her eyes. She had seen Hercules before. Maybe dozens of times, even. Just never with Kara right there.

Of course Lena hadn't seen it.

Are you familiar with *any* Disney movie?

Not long after Cat's text, Lena wrote back:

The ones Kara makes me watch.

Of course.

Sorry. The movie is fine. Just a little too close to home right now. Go back to work.

There was barely a moment that past before Lena was texting back:

Did Hercules walk in on his former boss and best friend sleeping together?

Cat bit her lip to keep from laughing and typed out a quick:

Behave!

Kara turned around, probably having heard Cat's soft snort of laughter, brows furrowed but a happy smile glowing. It was easy for Cat to smile back. Too easy. And her smile was more shy and flirty than anything. It made Kara blanch a little, before she was smiling again, more dreamy than before. Then Carter was getting her attention and they were back to watching the movie like it was the first time. After that, Kara would glance over her shoulder every so often.

When the movie was over, Cat, Kara, Carter, and the Martins stood around by the exit discussing the evening and the following day. It was only then that it hit her: Carter had been staying with the Martins every night since they had arrived. Which meant that she and Kara would be alone in the suite that night, no buffer.

"Carter, honey?" Cat asked, a little panicked. Kara continued to talk with the Martins about skiing the next day as Carter came to her side.

"Yes, mom?" he asked, surprised. Cat was pretty sure she was wide-eyed.

"Carter, why don't you spend the night in our suite, give the Martins a break."

He frowned and glanced down at his feet. It instantly made her hate herself.

"Sure, mom," he said softly. He was such a good boy, and he was having the time of his life.

She watched as he broke the news to his friends, making the brother and sister both pout, but nod in understanding.

Just great. Why couldn't they all be brats to make this easier?

"You know," Henry Senior said for Cat's ears only, "Vanessa and I really don't mind. The kids usually end up just watching a movie and falling asleep without us even having to tell them."

Awesome, Cat thought. And off course Kara could hear the whole exchange. She didn't act like it, though, too busy talking with the kids. But Cat knew when Kara was secretly listening - she had seen her do that move hundreds of times at CatCo, always when the TV was going on about some emergency that needed Supergirl.

Kara would think Cat was uncomfortable being alone with her. Which she was. She couldn't make this situation worse, though. So she played the role that was expected of her. "Are you sure?" she asked.

He smiled back reassuringly. "Honestly, Cat, we're pretty lucky with these three."

Fuck.

Yeah, they were, so that's why Cat found herself telling Carter he could have yet another sleepover. All three kids cheered, getting the four adults to laugh.

She did make Henry and Vanessa promise that they'd let her know whenever it was her turn to host the sleepovers.

Then Kara's eyes met hers, and something passed between them. Confirmation that Kara had heard and was proud that Cat had made her son and his friends happy. Cat had made Kara happy too.

Fuck, Cat thought again.

They all left the theater to head for the lodge. Kara offered to take the kids to the game room before dinner. Cat had Lena get a table to the rooftop restaurant for her and Carter and the Martins, while Kara and Lena would go to the more casual restaurant. Then they'd all meet up to go to the ice cream station in the casual restaurant.

After that, Cat had warned Lena that she would have to spend at least a few hours with her and Kara before bed time, so it wasn't too awkward for Cat. She was, after all, the one that had rescued Lena in the hallway and moved the conversation to a less awkward place between the three of them in the suite. It was also her brilliance that had her and Kara at the movie pizza party - which really seemed to get Kara passed whatever weird headspace the hero had been in after she had walked in on Lena and Cat. Really, Cat just hadn't the slightest idea what to do with Kara, and the movie had been perfect because it hadn't required any speaking.

She wouldn't need to see Kara, be alone with Kara, until bedtime. Which…

Cat took a deep breath, now alone in her bedroom in the suite, and went to sleep after setting an alarm: she'd wake for dinner, hopefully refreshed for a night of more awkwardness.

She was sound asleep when Kara and Carter slipped into the suite a half hour later. Carter curled up on the couch to read his book while Kara got ready for dinner. Time seemed to fly by, and soon, there was a soft knock on the door indicating that Lena had arrived.

Kara listened hard from the bathroom, heard Carter let Lena in, and then the two quietly chatted. Which meant that Lena knew Cat was napping; Carter didn't need to tell Lena. Which meant that Cat likely had texted Lena as such.

Kara stared at her reflexion in the bathroom mirror and shoved that thought down - the thought that she was bothered by the idea of Cat and Lena texting. It was silly. No big deal. Kara texted with both of them and now they texted each other. They also slept with each other…

More shoving down.

Lena had made it clear (and so had Cat) that they were all going to ignore that elephant. Tonight was about she and Lena catching up and discussing what had happened between them. It was a heavy enough topic without adding anything else to the mix. With that thought, Kara took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

Both Lena and Carter were on the couch, but when they heard Kara, they stood to face her.

Suddenly, Kara felt very, very nervous.

Lena had changed from earlier, but she was still, it seemed, in work clothes. Before, Kara could've sworn she had been wearing a white button down and dark slacks. Now it was a three-piece navy suit, hair in a hurried ponytail that was still wavy, and freshened makeup.

"I'm…" Kara swallowed, a little caught off guard with how stunning Lena looked. "I'm underdressed," she finished, looking down at her dark jeans and red sweater.

"Nonsense," Lena assured, waving her off. "I'm overdressed. Sorry, my last meeting wouldn't end, and I didn't want to be late."

Kara felt her nerves continue to bubble over. "Are you sure, because you know how fast I can change,"

Lena laughed and gave her a fond smile. "I know how fast you can be," she said, and it seemed to deflate the tension in her friend. Kara gave a shy smile back. After all, wasn't that the crux of this dinner? To discuss all things Supergirl? Lena didn't seem to mind the comment, which relaxed Kara. "We're going to the casual restaurant, you'll fit right in and I'll-"

"Stand out, like always," Kara declared proudly, moving forward to meet Lena by the door.

Carter looked back and forth between both women, watching as they held one another's gazes warmly, the light blush blooming on Lena's cheeks at the compliment. With a grin, he moved forward and said playfully, "Don't have her out too late, Lena," he said, wagging his finger.

They both started at that, because it suddenly felt like a date. So much so that even Carter had noticed.

Lena was a little faster to recover, turning and offering Carter the best smile she could muster, even if it felt pained. "I certainly will, young man. Have fun with your friends," she added, before opening the door for Kara - which only made it feel more like a date.

Like Lena, Kara mustered up a smile for Carter and they were out of the room and on their way down to the restaurant. In complete silence. Once they got to the lobby, Kara seized on her earlier interest in the lodge and asked Lena questions and offered compliments. The rest of the way, Lena pointed out upgrades, upcoming projects, and history of the lodge.

They were seated at the restaurant as soon as they arrived. Lena looked around and wanted to sigh heavily at their seclusion. Earlier, it seemed like a natural idea - they were going to be talking about Supergirl, and she didn't want to worry about being overheard. Now, it felt suffocating.

They were quiet as they perused the menu. Luckily, Kara's love of food made the next part easier. Lena smiled to herself and placed the menu to the side. She leaned forward and put her hands on the tabletop. "Mind if I order?" she asked, grinning at Kara when the woman's eyes met hers. "Let's just get one of everything, and when you find something that you absolutely love, we'll order more of it."

Kara's face went from excited to nervous. "Really?"

Lena spread out her arms, "A perk of owning the place," she said, getting Kara to laugh and agree easily.

Once their order was placed and they had their wine and water in front of them, silence descended once again. Unlike before, though, Kara knew it was her turn to break it. This was not at all how she thought things would go. For starters, she thought there would've been more hugging. It felt so strange to keep a physical distance. Kara took a sip of water and put it down and breathed deeply. They were moving past Cat and Lena. She could do that.

"Lena…" she began, still arranging her thoughts and wanting the other woman's attention. "I know that you said no more apologies, but I really am sorry that I hurt you. I never, ever wanted to hurt you!" she stressed quietly, her eyes bright and locked on Lena's. Lena could only nod, the lump in her throat preventing much else. "I do trust you. So, so much. But I know that I hurt you and made you doubt that. I will do whatever it takes to make sure that I can repair that trust you had in me, in our friendship, whatever way I can. If, that is…" Kara started, sitting a little straighter, "something you want," she finished, and fought off the need to fidget with her glasses. She kept eye contact and hoped Lena saw her sincerity.

After a moment, Lena released her own sigh. "I understand why you didn't tell me and-"

"No," Kara interjected firmly. She shook her head and stared earnestly at her friend. "How could you? I didn't even understand it for a long time, because it made no sense! When we first met, I went from not sure if I should trust you, to completely trusting you. Things just kept popping up, making me a coward," Kara stressed, her eyes snapping closed tightly. She fluttered them open to see Lena watching her carefully. "Like I had said before: I was selfishly not telling you because you were either mad at Supergirl or I chickened out when things were particularly tough for you: I used not wanting to overwhelm you as an excuse. And hundreds of other pathetic reasons all so I didn't have to...didn't have to…" Kara threw up her arms and Lena narrowed her eyes.

This was where it all stemmed from. Kara didn't want to what?

"What, Kara?" she asked softly, leaning forward even more than before, and feeling her lip tremble with emotion. When she caught sight of the server in her periphery about to bring their food, Lena put up a finger to stall her. She turned back to her floundering friend. "If you did trust me. If you did want to tell me. What stopped you?" she begged. Lena really hoped that this time Kara could tell her.

Kara shook her head, tears swimming in her eyes.

"What?" Lena prompted again, desperately.

"Share you," she finally spit out, like the words had been trapped for so long. Lena instantly thought about Cat and felt her back slam against her booth. But Kara wasn't done. She angrily wiped away a tear from under her glasses and fixed her gaze outside the window by their table. "I didn't want to share you with Supergirl," she finished quietly.

Lena felt her face contort in surprise. "What?" she asked, beyond confused.

Kara shrugged before looking over at her friend. "You make me feel…" she shrugged, "safe." Lena swallowed hard. "It can be hard to turn it off sometimes - my job at CatCo and her. Especially her. And the people in my life who know about Supergirl bring her up a lot. If I just got back from doing some mission, they want to know about it. If I'm about to go on a mission, they worry. It can be exhausting carrying their worry. It was nice to just...be friends and not have you worry that I'm about to risk my life. Or want to thank me for saving your life. Or worry that I thought of you as a Luthor, and not just Lena. I didn't want your brother and my cousin's history tangled up in our friendship. I just wanted you, Lena. You and me. And that was selfish," Kara finally finished, practically collapsing in the booth.

Lena's heart felt unhealthily fast, at that moment. She wondered if Kara could even understand why it was thudding so hard. When was she going to remember Lena moaning her name? When was she going to put it together? Or maybe she didn't want to? But hearing Kara say she only wanted Lena was proving a little too much for her poor heart.

After a long moment, Lena finally blinked away her startled expression and licked her lips before taking a long gulp of wine. She fussed with her hair and glanced around the restaurant and motioned to the server that they were ready. The server nodded back and retreated toward the kitchen.

It was important to have that small moment where Lena was in control of something. Everything else felt like it was unhinged off its axis. She felt herself fidget, her hand brushing her neck, hair, and dropping heavily to her thigh. Kara was forgiven. That wasn't even a question. Lena was never really planning on leaving the lodge or the city to escape Kara.

When she had called to cancel the plane, Lena had thought of the real reason she had considered running: Lena had always wanted to be good. And the greatest good hadn't trusted her. So Lena was going to run away from that knowledge. Here was Kara, though, explaining that it was almost the complete opposite. That had never occurred to Lena.

The craziest part was that Lena had also never considered that she would believe Kara. She did, though. She knew that Kara meant every word. It was time to believe a little more, Lena thought to herself.

"I forgive you," Lena then said, measured and controlled. Kara glanced up, a little surprised. She went to say something and Lena shook her head and smiled. "I have no idea what I would've done in your place, but I do trust you, Kara. I trust that you trust me. I forgive you, and would like to be close friends again."

"Lena," Kara began, her tone skeptical.

But Lena was shaking her head. "No, Kara. Let's move forward. I'm so…" Lena bit her lip and looked away for a moment. Kara's gaze was rapt, eyes begging to know more. "Tired," she settled on. "I'm tired of what my family has done, to me, to everyone. Mostly, I'm tired of being unhappy. You mean so much to me," she said, her eyes briefly on Kara's, seeing how the comment made her lips twitch and her eyes fill with hope, "and I've already lost so much. I don't want to lose anyone else that I care for."

Kara's smile was radiant. She didn't even seem to notice all the approaching plates: her eyes stayed on Lena's. Lena said she was tired too. Kara could understand that.

"Really?"

"Yes," Lena nodded firmly. They were no longer alone now that five servers were loading their table. But it felt like the conversation was over. That conversation, anyway.

The servers retreated and Lena lifted her wine glass to smile at Kara. "To us. And all this food," she laughed.

It was only at that moment that Kara seemed to notice it. Her beaming smile wrinkled her eyes - the smile Lena loved the most. Their wine glasses tapped against one another, but neither drank for a moment. They just stared, smiling, before Lena knew she had to break their bubble before she did something she shouldn't.

"Let's eat!" Lena declared. Kara laughed again, and glanced down to see a plate-full of potstickers. She gasped loudly and looked up at Lena. "How could I not have them on the menu?" she shrugged and smiled. It was only then that Kara noticed the salad in front of Lena. The table of food was for Kara. It felt like an olive branch and filled her with so much warmth, she had to get up and move to Lena's side of the booth.

Lena let out a startled gasp that transformed into a chuckle when she felt her friend hug her. She turned into the hug and felt Kara bury her face into her neck. It felt easy to turn into Kara's hair and let her eyes slip closed. They've been close before - touched before. This felt different, though.

This felt like a new beginning, where they both were promising that they weren't going to let go of one another. Their relationship had once again changed, and the deepness and intimacy that was radiating off Kara was making Lena's breath short and her heart race.

Lena bit her lip as she felt Kara nuzzling into her shoulder. It took everything she had not to inhale Kara's scent, to squeeze tighter, and to dip her head to find her lips. Lena's body felt warm, but especially the parts where Kara's breath washed over her skin. She felt her head swim and her heart thump. Surely Kara could feel Lena's reaction, couldn't she? She was so close to Lena's thudding pulse, how could she not see it racing away? How could she not hear what having Kara so close was doing to her?

When was she going to ask about Lena moaning her name?

With that thought, Lena laughed, squeezed Kara, and pulled away from her friend. "Our food's getting cold," she told her with a nervous smile.

Kara smiled back and shook her head, seemingly to take away the idea that too much affection made Lena uncomfortable and it was silly. "We wouldn't want your salad to get cold," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

Lena cleared her throat as she watched Kara retreat to her side of the booth. "I meant your food," she answered back almost defensively.

Kara gave her a wicked smirk that made Lena forget to breathe for a moment, glanced around hurriedly, and then lowered her glasses to use her heat vision to rewarm the food. After she was done, glasses back on securely, Kara offered her a proud little smile and shrug, and dug into the potstickers. It all made Lena as breathless as the hug had.

"Well...that's a neat trick," Lena laughed, picking up her fork. When no replay came, Lena looked over to find Kara suddenly nervous.

"Did that make you uncomfortable?" she asked hesitantly.

Lena huffed with a smile. "No, Kara," she stressed. "I was serious. Everything between us is perfect." Lena glanced down at her salad as she bit her lip. Or was it? "Right?" she asked casually, her thoughts on Kara walking in on her and Cat. "Everything is okay between us?"

"Of course," Kara quickly answered, and then stuffed a second and then a third potsticker in her mouth.

Lena frowned at Kara's guilty expression, and the very real shovel technique she was using to eat.

Well.

Lena wasn't going to follow up on that, because she didn't know how she would handle the possible questions that could follow. While, intellectually, Lena knew that repairing your friendship only to immediately start being evasive wasn't exactly the Friendship Handbook's recommendation, it didn't change the fact that she felt wholly unequipped to address any and all Cat-related inquiries.

With that in mind, she decided to take control of the conversation.

"I was surprised when I heard you wanted to take a vacation," Lena began before piercing some lettuce and looking over at her friend.

The food froze halfway to Kara's mouth, deer-in-headlights expression firmly in place. Instead of answering right away, Kara finished her fork's journey and took her time on the above average mouthful of food.

Eventually she said, "Well," and then stalled for more time by using a napkin. "It seemed like a good time to get away," she said, and then went back to her food.

Lena frowned, not sure why Kara was being evasive. "Oh? Things aren't busy at work or with…" Lena gestured, "the other work?" she asked, aware a server was approaching to refill their waters.

Kara smiled her thanks at the server, practically stunning the poor woman as she stumbled away, and shrugged at Lena. "Not really? I had the time off available."

Lena's frown only deepend. "I didn't know you got PTO as Supergirl," she finished, going back to her salad. "But I'm glad you do. You work too hard, it can't be good for you."

Kara seemed to take some time to think about that, pushing around the other half of her burger.

"Well…" she trailed off, and Lena could tell Kara was struggling with something. She watched as Kara sat back in the booth and fiddled with her glasses before meeting Lena's gaze. "The thing is...my...powers have been kind of…" she shrugged the rest of the sentence off, confusing Lena.

"Kind of what?" she asked, setting down her fork and leaning forward.

Kara shook her head and tried to give a reassuring smile. "Just acting off, is all. It's no big deal. I thought taking time off would help, and then Miss Grant called. So it was kind of perfect. And you're here! Which makes it actually perfect!"

Lena couldn't help laughing at Kara's enthusiasm. Kara went back to eating, this time tackling the tacos, and Lena watched her from over her wine glass. She could tell that Kara was not fully admitting something, but in the interest of fair play, she ignored it.

"Can I ask you something?"

Oh why oh why did she ignore it, Lena thought.

Lena's wine glass was back to her lips and then she nodded wordlessly, her voice too tight to answer.

Kara's brow was furrowed and she was smothering a nacho in cheese as she thought. "You said earlier that...that you didn't want to lose anyone else that you cared for."

Lena nodded, and took another gulp of wine.

Kara's gaze was fixed on her drowing nacho. "Does that include Miss Grant?"

Another gulp and another.

Lena wasn't sure what her shoulders were doing. It was some weird shrug dance that felt like a kind of yes.

Lena's glass was empty, and she was indicating to a nearby server that she required more, and quickly. As she waited, Lena tapped her finger on the wine glass, mind whirling.

"Of course I care for Cat," Lena finally said. The server approached and Lena offered a grateful smile as she traded glasses.

Kara thought about that for a long, quiet moment.

"Are you two dating?" she asked, her voice small, as she looked up to meet Lena's startled gaze.

Well that was a slightly easier question, and somehow impossible to talk about. "No," Lena began hesitantly. "We only met when Cat arrived and…"

Lena trailed off at Kara's furrowed brow, her calculating gaze back on the table. "Oh," she said, brows dipping even further.

They sat quietly and Lena felt the judgment that was radiating off her friend.

"You're upset," Lena finally said, defensive now.

"No," Kara said, picking at her food. Lena eyed her pointedly as she clutched her wine. Kara looked up to see Lena's expression, and forced herself to relax her features. After a moment she shook her head. "No, I...I'm not upset at all," she went on, a little more convincingly, at least.

"Oh?" Lena asked, looking away.

God, everything about this conversation was souring Lena's mood. If Kara had been an ex, she could throw back that it was none of her business. But she wasn't. She was her best friend who had no idea that Lena was in love with her. And while at first it may have been a fairly lovely consolation prize to sleep with Cat Grant, things felt very different now.

"Cat is fantastic," Lena found herself saying, a little harsher than she should.

"I know!" Kara answered back automatically.

"We have a lot in common and it's not always easy to find someone who gets all of this, you know?" Lena asked, indicating the lodge and so much more.

"I'm sure!" Kara responded, a little desperately this time.

"She makes me laugh and I like talking to her."

"I've always felt that way about Miss Grant," Kara agreed. Lena was mollified at that mention.

Lena knew that, of course. She glanced away as she drank deeply again. Every time Kara had brought up Cat, the jealousy she had felt had always seemed silly - Cat had been far away from Kara. Now that Lena got to see first hand what type of woman Cat Grant was, she couldn't blame Kara for her crush. Cat deserved all eyes on her. The jealousy was tricky, now. Cat returned Kara's feelings. And Cat was here. And Lena wanted Cat here, too.

"What are we even doing?" Lena said with a sigh as she looked back at Kara. Kara's expression was a little fearful, but Lena was too distracted to notice. "Do you think I'm not good enough for Cat?"

"What?!" Kara asked, almost shouting. "Yes! Yes, of course!" Softer now, "Miss Grant would be lucky to have you! That's why I'm surprised you're not dating! I thought, well...I was hoping to spend time with you both and now that you're together it just didn't seem like there would be much time for me," Kara answered, out of breath as she rushed to quell the hurt she saw in her friend's eyes.

Lena blanched at that. If Kara only knew how much time they both wanted to spend with her.

"Kara," Lena said, placing her wine down and leaning forward. "It's really not like that. We want to spend as much time with you as we can. We both love you," she said, and felt her body tense. Kara's eyes took on a misty effect while her smile turned soppy. Lena just struggled to keep her eyes from going wide and her face exploding into a blush-frenzy.

She took another breath, pushed her wine glass farther away, and looked back up at Kara calmly. "I can promise that you won't feel like a third wheel. I'm so happy to have you here - to be friends again. And I know Cat wants to spend time with you, too. The three of us will be together later tonight," Lena reminded her.

Kara took a deep breath as she rolled her eyes at herself. "I'm sorry," she apologized, a little angry at herself. "I'm really happy that two people I care so much for, also have each other. I guess I was a little jealous," she smiled, her cheeks reddening.

Lena schooled her features, hoping not to squirm. Kara was jealous. She had to actively not think about that or else she'd do something stupid.

"Well," Lena said, glancing down to psych herself up before looking back at Kara, "there's no reason to be. Let's finish up so we can meet everyone for ice cream. And I want to know your favorite dishes so far so we can get more for later." When Lena really took in all the near-empty plates before her, she couldn't help but laugh. "So you've sampled everything."

Kara blushed harder. "It was really great, and I'm going to get more potstickers and nachos for later."

Dinner hadn't been as smooth as Lena had wanted.

Ice cream was easier. Once Kara was around the Martins and Carter, she seemed to be more carefree - her usual self.

When Cat caught sight of Lena's expression, however, she knew that it had taken its toll on Lena. Talking about it with Kara around wasn't an option, they both knew - she would hear everything. So Lena just shook her head and gave a smile. With an arched eyebrow, Cat tried to ask if the topic of her and Lena had been addressed. Lena could only roll her eyes and Cat felt her heart rate speed up.

It earned her a concerned look from Kara that she ignored, and she actually had a spoonful of Carter's sundae to avoid worry and confusion she saw in those blue eyes.

It wasn't until the kids were getting up to throw away their trash that it hit Lena and Cat: this was it - alone time with Kara.

In an effort to keep her heart rate down, Cat thought about the piece she had read earlier about social media and ethics. She kept going over points and examining different views. In the same vein, Lena was considering some of the results that had been sent to her earlier from the lab. In her mind's eye, she studied the conclusions and buried herself in the work. But then they were alone - the Martins heading up to their suite with Carter in tow.

"Well," Cat started, looking over at the other two women, "why don't we head to Lena's suite. Since it's so much larger than ours," Lena rolled her eyes with a smile, knowing that Cat just didn't want to return to the scene of the crime postcoital. Cat was good at that, making Lena forget for a moment. "We can...talk," she finished, looking at Lena and Kara to see if they were agreeable.

"We could swim!" Kara said, remembering Lena had told her about the pool and hot tub out on her balcony. At the suggestion, Cat and Lena seemed to freeze.

"Oh, I don't know," Cat began. "I already swam today," she waved off, not meeting anyone's eye.

"Oh," Kara said, playing with the napkin still in her hands. "Yeah, sure." Cat and Lena glanced at one another.

Lena considered, taking in Kara's dejected expression. It was likely going to be weird whatever they did. Maybe having a beautiful view to distract them would help - the view, meaning the mountains. Sitting in a room, trying to talk, suddenly seemed worse.

Lena was cracking. She could see how much Kara wanted to swim. Cat saw Lena's defenses lowering, so she stressed with her eyes, as best she could, that Kara in a bathing suit wouldn't help either of them - that beautiful view would just be torture. Lena rolled her eyes and shot Cat what she hoped was a pleading look. Cat sucked her teeth, because she was fairly certain that it was Lena's very first time trying such a trap, and it was highly effective. Highly.

"But," Cat said, getting Kara to glance back up, "I could certainly swim again!" she finished with a fake smile.

"Are you sure?" Kara asked, not knowing Cat Grant to change her mind...ever. She knew all the woman's smiles, and the one she just gave was one of her fakest - second only to the smile she gave old rich white men.

"It sounds...fun," Cat said, this time more sincere. She had let herself think, only for a moment, of Kara and Lena in their suits. So yes, that sounded fun. "Lena, while Kara and I are getting our bathing suits, why don't you scrounge up something alcoholic, smoky, and older than you both," she said, before taking off towards the elevators.

Kara and Lena watched her go - Lena, trying and failing to hide her smirk and shaking her head while Kara sat straighter. "Should I follow her?" she asked, eyes a bit wider.

"I think you should," Lena said, now fully smiling as she reclined in her seat slightly. "Do you have any alcohol with you, or do you require something a little stronger than what Cat's suggesting?"

Kara perked up. "You have...alien drinks here?" she whispered, surprised.

Lena shrugged. "We cater to everyone. It's just not something we advertise in case some human wants to be an idiot."

"Oh. Wow. Um…" Kara thought about that, not sure if it was best.

"Kara," Lena said gently, "You don't have to just because Cat and I will be drinking."

Something about that sentence made Kara very much want to do it. "Yes," she said, nodding her head decisively. "That would be great."

Lena smiled. "Okay, I'll see you both soon," she said, sliding out of her chair and heading towards the lodge's main bar.

Kara watched her go for a minute and then hurried after Cat. She caught up with her at the elevators. They both quietly stood waiting. After a moment, the elevator dinged and the doors parted. Kara hid a smile as Cat shivered as she got in, looking around the small car with distaste.

"Lena swears these are cleaned religiously, but…" she tisked and folded her arms as the elevator made its way to the eighth floor.

Cat was staring straight ahead, but Kara allowed her gaze to move towards the woman. She had changed after her nap and was wearing a black cocktail dress. It felt like a Givenchy-inspired number - or, perhaps actually Givenchy - and Cat paired gold jewelry to compliment it with towering heels.

"You look really nice," Kara said, voice quiet.

Cat's eyebrow quirked, and she glanced over to see Kara staring at her earnestly.

Cat tilted her head and whispered her thanks, before looking back at the mirrored elevator doors. Which...didn't help her not look at Kara. After a moment, Cat felt like she was going to burst if she didn't know something. "How was dinner?" she said, her voice sounding casual.

Kara nodded silently. She wasn't even sure she knew the answer to that. They left things on a good note. They were friends again. Perhaps closer than ever. And Lena cared for Cat. Which Kara couldn't blame her for - she had good taste. That was good. For both Lena and Cat. Did Cat care for Lena?

"We…" Kara took a breath and crossed her arms as well. "I asked her about…"

Cat nodded with a quiet "Ah," not really wanting to hear Kara say it. The elevator finally arrived at the eighth floor and Cat didn't wait to finish the conversation before making her way down the long hallway.

For Kara, it just felt even more awkward. It was very easy to match Cat's strides, so she was at her side and saying imploringly: "I just wanted to make sure that...that you were both happy."

Cat narrowed her eyes at Kara, but kept on power walking down the hallway, five inch heels be damned.

"I see."

"I wasn't trying to pry or anything."

"For a change," Cat mumbled.

Kara's cheeks heated up. "She seems to really like you," she said, the suite door just up ahead. She suddenly felt like they needed to smooth all this over before they went to Lena's, but not alone in their suite.

"Of course she does," Cat said back confidently. However, it did feel nice to hear that, considering it probably cost Lena something to admit it to Kara.

When they got to the door, Cat motioned for Kara to open it with her key card. Kara fumbled for it and looked at Cat before swiping it open. "Lena is my best friend, and she is really, really lucky to have you, Miss Grant," Kara said, the emotion evident.

Cat was taken aback by just how sincere she sounded. She didn't know how to respond at first, because it wasn't like she and Lena had spoken about life after the resort. Cat could honestly say she wouldn't hate continuing the affair. She could see it getting serious, but there would always be Something missing - Cat didn't want to think of what that Something was. But, if she had to think about it, she would probably hope that Something would appear at least a little jealous at the idea of her and Lena together.

Cat examined the look in Kara's eyes: still imploring. It felt like Kara was trying to say more, but Cat shook it off because it was most likely her own desires she was projecting. So instead, she cleared her throat and said: "Thank you, Kara," and then nodded her head to open the door before Cat did something she shouldn't.

She practically ran to her room to get away from Kara. "Be ready in five," she said before slamming her bedroom door shut. She leaned against it and took a quiet, deep breath. "Right," she said, before moving to the dresser. She pulled out and looked over the other two bathing suits she had packed. Considering the one from earlier - the modest one - was drying in the bathroom, she'd need to decide between the two clean suits. The idea of slipping into the wet modest suit practically gave her hives. She had braved the public swimming pool for Carter. Her bathing suit would be laundered twice before she'd wear it again.

It was easy to dismiss the green and gold bikini she had packed on a whim. It was just for her - and Lena, perhaps. Certainly not for Kara. Cat felt like liquid sex in it, and she didn't need any further help feeling sexual that evening. She originally had packed it in an effort to cheer herself up some late, chilly night while she was alone in the hot tub. Putting it on now would just make her so very aware of skin and where she wanted to be touched.

While it wasn't as revealing as the bikini, the blue suit with the birds of paradise print one-piece wasn't exactly modest. It was a triple knot bodice, strapless number, that not only hugged her breasts and ass, but had large cut-outs on the sides. "This is ridiculous," Cat grunted as she removed her dress. Kara wasn't some delicate maiden, Cat thought, and then paused. So, she was a delicate maiden, but it wasn't Cat's problem. And besides, she had already seen Cat naked. And it was Cat who was affected by Kara, not the reverse. Even if Kara had a small crush on her, it wasn't like she was going to mount Cat the second she saw her in her suit. Unfortunately, Cat amended, blowing a strand of hair out of her face before slipping on a white grecian cover and her heels.

When she left her room, she was startled to see Kara already waiting for her, although she wasn't sure why, because of course. She was wearing a very innocent white t-shirt, running shorts, and flip flops, which had no right to look attractive but did. Cat's ire grew. "Let us away," she breezed, and didn't spare Kara another glance.

The ride down to Lena's floor and walk to the suite was quiet. Mainly because Kara just didn't know what was happening. Everything felt topsy turvy and she was regretting not finding time to call Alex for advice. Her sister had already texted three times and called twice asking how things were going. She sent minimal texts back saying things were fine.

Because how else could she explain? What would she have said to her sister?

She would never tell Alex about finding Cat and Lena together. She couldn't do that to either woman, and she was sure Alex wouldn't want to know anyway. Well...maybe she would. Kara could imagine it was semi-interesting news. More than interesting, really, when she thought about it. Many, many tabloids would be interested, which meant that a lot of people would be interested. Which, Kara guessed, made it newsworthy, or interesting. Not that Kara would tell! It was exactly the type of thing she was expected to report on these days, but Kara would never.

Now that she thought about it, Cat Grant and Lena Luthor together was a power-house combo. And Kara had a front row seat! Not that she saw much. Well, she couldn't help seeing, she had perfect vision, after all. But she didn't look. She just saw. There was a huge difference!

Calling Alex had seemed like a bad idea because she was sure once Alex had heard her tone, she'd guess the whole thing. And when was there time to call? She was busy! Yes, the more she thought about it, the less she thought she should talk about. The "it" in question was Cat and Lena naked. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to keep it to herself.

Because she respected both women. That was the reason.

Although, Kara suddenly felt like she forgot something.

Cat's gaze shot up to Kara, confused and little concerned for the pain that seemed to be flashing on Kara's face.

"I'm fine!" Kara assured.

A moment later, Lena answered the door, even though Kara didn't remember Cat knocking. And just like when Miss Grant stepped out of her room, seeing Lena now made her feel dizzy. In both cases, Kara had inexplicably held her breath, for reasons unknown. Maybe it was because she didn't want to disturb the air around them.

Lena was wearing a long black satin robe. It was not like the robe that was hanging up in the Grants' suite - those robes were white and terry cloth with the lodge's crest on the left breast. Lena had wrapped her messy ponytail around to form a bun and her feet were now bare. She smiled first at Cat - although it was more a smirk that was returned - before turning to give Kara a softer smile.

Cat went into the suite, making herself at home. Kara hesitantly followed and felt her mouth drop open as she took in Lena's view. She found herself moving closer to the floor to ceiling glass doors that led to the balcony. Essentially, the view was the same as Cat's suite, but the size of the balcony was much bigger with the addition of the pool to the hot tub. There was also a table, two lounge chairs, and strung white lights that made the whole scene feel intimate and beautiful.

"See," Cat said, her tone cranky, "you're keeping all the best stuff from your guests!"

Lena only laughed and handed Cat her scotch, they both turned to watch Kara's fixed gaze on the balcony. "You can head out, Kara," Lena said, sipping from her tumbler. "I can bring you a drink."

"Oh!" Kara startled and looked over her shoulder. There, standing rather close to one another, were Lena and Cat. They both looked like they had just stepped off a movie set, and Kara felt herself warm all over that she'd get to spend the evening with them. "Okay, that would be great," she finally got out after a gulp, guessing they wanted a moment alone. She pushed the jealousy down with another swallow.

Lena headed over to her kitchen to open the bottle she had been given from her bartender with strict instructions. Cat, however, stood in the living room and watched through the glass doors as Kara dipped her toe into the pool, then pushed down and kicked off her shorts before tossing her t-shirt off with little fanfare. Cat's gaze started with the broad shoulders and strong arms, and went to the aqua blue longline bandeau top.

"Oh, Kara?" Cat called, hating herself a little but not really caring in the moment.

Kara turned and smiled, before carefully taking the cherry oak steps down to open the glass door. "Yes, Miss Grant?"

"Did you want to order food?" she asked, not caring in the least what the answer was.

Even Lena looked up from her spot in the kitchen, her eyes focusing - like Cat's - on Kara's exposed midriff, staring at her toned stomach, and up to the swell of her breasts.

Kara, to both women's delight, seemed to contemplate that before committing to her earlier leftovers. "Very well," Cat said over the lip of her scotch, and took a sip as Kara walked back up the stairs to the pool. Then they were treated with the view of Kara's yellow hipster bikini bottoms and long legs.

She let herself into the pool, and Cat let out a dreamy sigh before heading towards the kitchen. Lena smirked at her and shook her head. "What?" Cat asked, not even pretending to act guilty.

Lena chuckled. "You're so bad," she mumbled, hoping Kara couldn't hear.

"I didn't see you shielding your eyes," Cat groused back.

Inclining her head that Cat had a point, Lena's gaze dropped to Cat's cover. When she looked back up, Cat said: "Oh, you'll like it," with a smirk and all the confidence in the world.

Lena licked her lips and smirked into her scotch as Cat eyed her robe, eyes curious. "Flawless," Lena declared on behalf of her own suit, her eyebrow challenging.

Cat's eye lit up with desire. "Truer words…" Cat sighed, not needing to finish the expression as both women made their way towards the balcony.

"Ready for this?" Lena asked quietly.

"Not remotely," was the response, said as softly as she could, her lips moving as though she was a ventriloquist.

Kara's back was to both women, her eyes on the mountain view. "It's so beautiful out here," she said as the door to the balcony opened.

"Hmm," Cat hummed, eyes on Kara. "Is the water warm, at least?" she asked, taking off her cover and kicking away her heels. She looked over to find Lena smirking as she ran her eyes up and down Cat's body. Cat shot her a wink.

"The water is perfect," Kara said, leaning back and extending her legs to watch them float. When she looked over to watch Cat step in, she quickly averted her gaze - the bathing suit was...revealing. Which was silly, because it still had more fabric than a bikini. Kara just never thought she'd see so much of Cat Grant's skin. Besides earlier that day.

"Kara?" Lena asked from the balcony, holding out the glass for Kara to take. Somehow, Kara's stare had gone back to Cat without her permission. Lena had also been staring at Cat, so she missed where Kara's eyes had been..

When she responded with her thanks, her voice sounded deeper than usual and unnecessarily loud. No one seemed put off, though. Cat was making soft groans as she relaxed into the pool, which made Kara forget to be concerned that her senses were going haywire like her powers. Then, a moment later, Lena was disrobing. For whatever reason, Kara's gaze darted to Cat. She watched the woman try and conceal her smirk, and give a nod of approval. When Kara looked back at Lena, the answering smirk was there, with a light blush on her cheeks.

Lena was wearing a deep green ribbed knot bandeau and matching high-waisted floral bikini bottoms. It looked vintage and breathtaking. When Kara slowly breathed out, she felt much colder air than there should be, and swallowed the rest of it down to not freeze the pool. Even so, she saw both Lena and Cat shiver. She wanted to zap the water quickly with her heat vision, but considering everything, she thought it best not to risk it.

Now that they were all in the pool, silence covered the balcony. Kara's gaze was firmly fixed on the mountains, very aware of her breathing, her eyes, and the weight of her arms that rested along the lip of the pool - she didn't think crumbling the tile was a good idea. She just needed to calm down. From what, she didn't know.

Lena was staring out at the view as well. She kept hearing a ticking of some hidden clock, waiting for it to buzz and for Kara to finally bring up how Lena had moaned her name. It was starting to drive her crazy. She was almost tempted to bring it up herself with a ready-made lie. The only problem was, there was zero possibility of explaining it away. Maybe if she had heard Kara slip into the room, she could've lied and said she had just been warning Cat that Kara had arrived. The fact that they had gone on fucking while Kara watched made that excuse a bit weak.

Cat was drinking deeply, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Kara and Lena. This felt like some test that she was spectacularly failing. She thought about all the exes that had ever left her for a younger model and how indignant she had been by how boring their cliche was. Well this lusting was certainly different! Supergirl and Lena Luthor weren't just any younger models. They were the models. The molds in which all models were designed against. And Cat was only human. The beauty, brians, and brawn that summed up both women... frankly, there had to be some rule that you had to fall a bit in love with them. A law, even.

Cat finished her drink.

Lena heard the sound of the empty glass being placed on the balcony and she was immediately wading through the water to get the glass so she could refill it. Cat wanted to throw up her hands: perfection.

Instead of demanding that Lena take both she and Kara to bed immediately, she cleared her throat and looked over at Kara. "So, Kiera," Lena shot her a look. Kara barely noticed, shaking off her distant staring to look over at the woman. "What are you working on these days? It's been a while since you've sent me anything."

Kara startled and pushed up her glasses, looking nervous. "Well, you've been busy, I didn't want to interrupt your important work." There was a long stretch of silence before Cat indicated that she was still waiting. "Oh! Well, I can email it to you...but...it's not...I mean, it's kind of a puff piece, sort of?"

"'It's kind of a puff piece sort of'?" Cat recited, frowning. She accepted the scotch and a stern look from Lena before sliding her gaze back to a fumbling Kara.

"Things are a bit different at CatCo these days," she said, eyes trained on the pool. Now would not be the right time to ask Cat for an interview, she surmised.

"Huh," Cat clicked her tongue and narrowed her gaze at Lena. Lena rolled her eyes back.

"Because before I took it over it was always quality reporting?" Lena shot back.

When Cat went to retort, Kara downed her drink and held it out to Lena. "Refill?"

They knew what she was doing, of course. "Kara," Lena scolded. "You weren't supposed to drink it that fast!"

"Oh! Well, there wasn't much in there. I'll be okay, I just have to...slow down."

Cat was ping ponging between both of them. "Can't hold your liquor, Kara?"

Kara gave a shrug for a reply, looking away sheepishly. Lena got out of the pool and made her way inside, leaving Cat and Kara alone again.

She wasn't blind, though. Cat saw how Kara had tracked Lena's exit. And when she looked away, Kara's face was much redder than it had been. Considering how high-cut Lena's bikini bottoms were, she wasn't surprised.

Cat blew out a breath to try and calm herself. She was aware that she was becoming combative. She heard the edge to her voice. It was just hard to turn off her defense mechanism when she felt like she was treading the water she was standing in. She didn't want to do that, though. She hated the feeling that she had disappointed Kara and pushed Lena.

Much like it was most likely a law that you should fall for these women, there had to be something that declared hurting their stupid precious hearts illegal. Cat sighed loudly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'll behave." Kara nodded down at the pool's surface. Cat could see her furrowed brown. "What?" she asked. Kara shrugged, and Cat groaned. "Oh, out with it!" she said, gesturing impatiently.

Looking over her shoulder to see that Lena wasn't on her way back, Kara pushed up her glasses and said: "I'm just surprised. I thought you'd be...different together."

Cat's eyebrows met her hairline. "Oh? How'd you think we'd be?" she asked, slightly defensive.

Kara's eyes were trained back down at the pool, not able to meet Cat's almost predatory air. "Nicer?" Kara eventually asked, obviously feeling braver with the help of the alcohol.

"We are," Cat answered immediately, a little annoyed at the implication. Kara looked away like she didn't believe her. "We are! We're very sweet to one another."

Kara scoffed. "You're on completely opposite sides of the pool!"

"Well I'm sorry that we didn't want to freak you out after what happened this afternoon! When Lena get's back I'll happily sit on her lap to make you happy."

Kara's face exploded with blush, her eyes widening slightly as she looked away. "I didn't say that!"

Lena arrived with Kara's fresh drink and her own, carefully getting into the pool, and looking between both women. She could tell she had missed something. "Everything okay?" she asked, handing Kara her drink.

"Oh, everything's fine. Kara wants us to make out."

Kara scoffed loudly and slapped the top of the water while Lena's eyes grew comically wide. "I never said that!"

Cat shrugged. "You kind of did."

"I just think it's weird that you haven't been affectionate or warm to one another, that you were kind of fighting, and...and…"

"And haven't kissed and you want to see it," Cat finished as she swallowed a large gulp of scotch, placed her glass on the balcony, and moved towards a startled Lena.

Lena didn't even have time to object or pull away. Considering she had just done a shot in the kitchen moments ago, Lena felt sluggish as is. She was mostly concerned about spilling her drink in the pool, so she just braced for impact when Cat cradled the back of her neck and kissed her. Then everything just blinked away, really.

Later, she'd blame it on the scotch. It was, as requested, older than she. It didn't help that she had the glass and a half of wine at dinner, though. It also didn't help that both Cat and Kara were there, looking the way they do, acting the way they do. So it stood to reason she'd have to drink a little more than usual. How else was she supposed to deal with the fact that at any moment Kara could ask her the question? How else was she going to calm down for a moment, let her heart rest, keep Kara from being worried, and act normal for a fucking second?

And then Cat was kissing her, and Lena felt her brain shut off. The kiss didn't last long, but probably longer than it should have. It was their typical kiss, slow, deep, intense and full of something like a plea. There was more tongue than was strictly necessary, but Lena didn't care in the slightest.

When Cat slowly pulled away she was smug. She plucked the drink from Lena's hand and leaned up against the back of the pool, sipping as her eyes turned to Kara. Then her smug look vanished. She thought she'd see Kara be embarrassed, looking away, or maybe rolling her eyes in exasperation. However, she appeared more fixated than anything. Her eyes were wide as though she was trying to take it all in at once.

"There," Cat said softly, slowly, even. The word had already been on its way out before she had seen Kara's face. She couldn't stop the word - probably the alcohol's fault - but her tone was supposed to be smug.

She watched Kara swallow with difficulty and sit down the glass in her hand as though she was trying to keep herself from crushing it. When she looked over to Lena, she was also staring at Kara, but as though she was ready to apologize, as though she had just hurt Kara.

Cat read the situation very differently. Her head swam at the implication. She set down Lena's glass and dunked her head under the water in an effort to clear it with the cool water. When she popped back up, Kara's eyes were on hers.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at Kara first and then to Lena.

After a moment, Kara shook her fuzzy head. "No, it's...it's fine."

"I was teasing you and it wasn't necessary. I'm sure...I'm sure you didn't want to see that." Silence extended and Cat was ready to let it swallow them. But she had never been very good at keeping her mouth shut. "Right?" she asked eventually from under her eyelashes.

Cat and Kara's eye contact remained and Lena watched uncertainly as something transpired between them. She had no idea what she had missed, but one minute Kara was trying to keep them from arguing, and the next, Cat was kissing her and asking Kara if, what? Because it sounded like Cat was actually asking Kara if she wanted to watch them kiss.

Kara's head seemed to move almost infinitesimally, like she was going to shake her head. But then, she shrugged. "I didn't mind," came out a moment later, slowly, like her tongue was refusing to cooperate. Heat seemed to course through Cat. She could feel Lena's questioning eyes on her, almost panicked. No one moved and the sound of her own heavy breathing was all she could hear.

For Kara, the pounding in her ears couldn't distract her from the swirling in Cat's eyes. She thought she had seen that look, once or twice, but never while actively staring at Kara. She felt paralyzed by it, and maybe a little frightened - because she wanted it. She knew what she had said - what she had admitted. A part of her had begged herself not to admit it out loud. Another part of her, though, thought "why not?"

Watching Cat and Lena kiss brought up a feeling of jealousy. At that moment, Kara wanted to say "what about me?!" It felt unfair to be left out of something so beautiful. And it had been so, so beautiful! The way Cat's lips seem to oh so softly move against Lena's, languidly. The way Lena responded, her chin tilted and her jawline standing out so sharply. The way Kara knew that their tongues were stroking the other's…

Maybe she had been buzzed before, but it was nothing compared to how drunk that kiss made her feel. How she actually felt her eyes dilate, heat race, and her stomach swoop. Normally, she would have never watched - stared, really - and admitted to liking it. There hadn't been anything normal about a kiss like that, though. There was nothing normal about either woman. And there was nothing normal about what it made Kara feel.

She said that she hadn't minded watching, and then silently begged for someone to tell her what to do next because Kara couldn't imagine admitting anything else. Didn't want to scratch the surface further. She wanted it taken from her hands so she'd get what she wanted without having to rip parts of herself off to achieve it.

"You're drunk," Cat whispered, still frozen as she stared at Kara. She was shaking, she could feel. Outside the water, the mountain air was chilly. The steam that rose up off the water was making the moment feel like a dream. A dream she had dreamt dozens of times.

Cat was one foot off the ledge and Kara was looking back at her asking her to jump - with her words, with her eyes, with something Cat couldn't explain but knew. She knew Kara. She had seen her become something more than herself, strive to become more for everyone, even when it frightened her. Whether it was Kara or Supergirl, she had seen Kara be the bravest person and leap and now she was pleading with Cat to jump and could she? Should she?

She held her breath and then Kara was saying, "No. Not drunk."

What the fuck?

They continued to stare and humiliatingly, Cat felt tears prickle at her eyes. She felt herself nod, agreeing to something, before looking away to breath out slowly. Maybe she was the drunk one. She looked over to Lena and smiled softly. Lena's eyebrow lifted, looking confused and lost. Cat held out her hand and, after a moment, Lena went to her, taking her hand and letting Cat pull her closer as she submerged herself to her shoulders in the warm water.

"Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" Cat asked softly, her eyes locked on Lena's, their noses almost touching. Lena still seemed lost, and she almost looked over to Kara, before Cat's finger on her chin stopped her progress. "It's okay if you don't want to."

Lena almost shouted back: "Want to what?!" But something in Cat's eyes stopped her. Instead, she met Cat's question with a hitched gasp, and then moved forward.

She could hear the water softly lapping, and how rapidly she and Cat were breathing. She could hear the barely-there gasps and groans as they kissed one another. And the thundering in her ears.

Cat was always careful with her. More than that, she was encouraging in each touch and kiss and word. This kiss, however, was something else for Lena. She felt so taken care of with each slide of Cat's tongue and stroke of her fingertips. It felt like acceptance and love.

"You okay?" Cat asked, pulling away slightly, their lips still so close they brushed with each word. Lena nodded, and Cat's wet fingers wrapped around Lena's hair, then down her neck, to her jaw, and then pulled her closer and back in for another kiss.

It was so fucking intoxicating. Everything Cat was doing made her feel. And Kara was watching them. Sharing something like this with Kara felt...felt right. And she wanted so much more! The longing in her was almost overwhelming. Her whole body wanted more more more.

She moaned at the thought and clenched her hands harder on Cat's hips where her bathing suit was bare.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let go," Cat cooed, her eyes heavy with lust as she cupped Lena's jaw so delicately.

Another nod, and they were kissing again.

Cat didn't even understand what let go meant, but she wanted Lena safe, to feel good. She dotted Lena's lips again and pulled away to make sure that she was. It took a moment for her eyes to flutter open, and when the dark green met hers, Cat smiled.

And then she turned her head to see Kara.

Kara had once been on the pool's ledge across from them, now, somewhere halfway from where she had been and where Cat wanted her.

There was begging and awe in her gaze. She was breathing hard and her hands were fidgeting like she was ready to claw her way to them. Cat gave Kara the same tender smile. And then she reached out her hand. Kara blindly followed. She moved closer until her hand was in Cat's and she gasped at the cool touch. She felt like she was on fire in comparison. The water that rolled off the soft skin helped, but she had to maintain eye contact with Cat so she wouldn't spin away as she burned.

She watched as Cat brought her hand up to kiss Kara's fingers, once, then twice before turning and placing a longer kiss on Kara's palm.

And then she was giving Lena Kara's hand. Kara felt herself turn in the water until she was facing her friend - her beautiful, gorgeous friend who she loved so much. She felt her expression perfectly mirrored as she watched Lena: both desperate, slightly lost, but dying to push and keep reaching. Lena held her hand until Kara found herself moving forward, her hand going to Lena's bare shoulder as Lena's hand gripped at her waist.

Their chests were sliding, Kara half out of the water - and then they were kissing.

Lena's gasp was loud and her hands felt like they were slashing at Kara's back, aching to get closer somehow. Unlike her kisses with Cat, Kara and Lena's pace was frantic, like they had to make up for lost time. Still deep, but they never seemed to stop moving. Lena's lips swallowed Kara's top lip and then they were slanted together as their tongues rushed to meet. Deeper. Then Lena was wrapping an arm around Kara's back as her hand went to Kara's neck to hold her closer and to pull her into Lena like she could make it happen just by wanting it badly enough.

Something like a sob ripped from her throat, and Kara reached for her face gently, their mouths still searching, as she held Lena's jaw carefully.

It was so overwhelming to watch. Cat hadn't even noticed that she was squeezing Lena's thigh, just above her knee. She needed something to anchor herself to, wanting to communicate to Lena that this was a stunning sight that she could never have imagined. The passion and longing had her panting and wanting to cry.

Their lips slid and then rested, until they pulled away for a half dozen quick, short breaths before Lena was holding Kara close, Kara's forehead buried in Lena's shoulder. Lena's starved stare looked over Kara's shoulder to implore Cat for anything. Cat could only smile back, in reverence over what she had just witnessed.

Closing her eyes, Lena squeezed Kara closer to her, and wanted to weep with joy and fear and wonder and know why Kara suddenly gave in to this thing that seemed so much larger than either could handle. Instead, Kara just held her tighter, until her lips brushed Lena's shoulder, until she was nuzzling her neck and pulling away. The blinding smile Lena received made her huff out a laugh so unexpected it surprised her. She felt her own smile grow and palmed Kara's cheek, her thumb ghosting over her lips.

The hand still on her thigh would tighten every time she or Kara would move. And when she looked over to see Cat's blown gaze and tearful eyes, Lena took the hand on her thigh and brought it to her lips. And then, like Cat had done, offered the hand to Kara.

Cat's eyes widened and seemed as though she was about to decline or suggest that it wasn't necessary. What she hadn't counted on was that Kara was already in motion before Cat had even fully registered her hand in Kara's.

Cat's back hit the wall of the pool, cradled in Kara's arms, and was desperately meeting Kara's kiss, her hands gripping at Kara's neck and shoulders. Kara's fingers raked through Cat's wet hair as she slid her tongue against Cat's, making Cat moan low and resoundingly. Around them, the water still hadn't settled from the rush of waves Kara had created with her super-speed to get to Cat.

Cat climbed Kara in response, her hands sliding down Kara's arms until her legs were wrapped around her waist. Kara turned, holding Cat tightly, then Kara was the one against the pool's wall.

Cat's neck snapped back and she gasped out a breath, as though she had been holding it since Kara kissed her, holding it in since the first day they met. Then Kara's lips and tongue were painting Cat's neck. She released one of Kara's arms to frantically reach back for Lena's hand, and then she was hauling the woman closer until she and Lena were kissing again, leading with their tongues, and panting against one another as Kara continued her assault on Cat's neck.

Then common sense found Cat. She ripped her mouth from Lena's. "Kara," Cat gasped, almost begging as she unwound herself from around the woman. She needed a break before things escalated, before she started rubbing against Kara's stomach. This was already out of control and she had to remember that sleeping with Lena that first night was different than sleeping with Kara and Lena after their first kisses.

Cat Grant knew her own mind, had always known what she wanted. Lena and Kara were different. She had to check in. She had to slow this down. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, wishing she could just say "fuck it."

Luckily, Kara seemed to get it, yanking her neck back to rest on the lip of the pool, her hands covering her eyes as she breathed hard and forced herself to calm. She really was trying to calm down, to remember that this was crazy that any of this was happening at all. She had kissed Lena and Cat Grant and she had no idea where that had even come from - but…

But it felt right.

It felt overdue.

Kara had her eyes shut so tightly she could practically see Cat lying on top of Lena, both naked, while Cat fucked her.

"Kara, are you okay?" Lena asked quietly, breathlessly. Kara rubbed her face and straightened to look at them. They were standing close, holding hands under the water looking ready to act if Kara needed anything. They looked seconds away from disappearing completely, like if Kara said that she wasn't okay, they'd simply cease to exist.

The slow smile crept until she was laughing - carelessly, freely. "I think I just figured something out," Kara said and then dunked herself under the water. Cat and Lena looked at one another, startled. A second later, Kara came back up, laughing as she broke the surface.

"Kara?" Lena laughed back, looking surprised but still confused.

"Sorry, sorry!" Kara said, still beaming and looking between both women. "I'm okay, I'm really okay!"

"You're sure?" Cat asked, suspicious.

Kara nodded her head empathically, her smile growing contagious. "Yeah, really." And then she sobered. "You? Are you both okay?"

Cat and Lena looked over to one another, mouths gaping as they weighed the other's reaction. They were very much on the same page across the board.

More than okay.

Desperately hoping for more.

Never wanting this to end.

"I think we're both fine, yes," Cat said, as casually as she could considering she was soaking wet with arousal.

"I'm...yes, I'm okay," Lena agreed, wanting to cry and laugh and hold both women for hours and forever.

"Good," Kara replied.

It was the smile they both loved - the one that spoke to how truly happy Kara was.

After a silent moment, Kara looked off, not seeing, and touched her lips as her smile spread once again. "Can we do that again?" she asked, dreamily.

Cat and Lena both laughed, nearly hysterically in relief and joy and arousal.

"Maybe," Lena said, looking over to Cat first and then back to Kara, "Let's... maybe we should sleep on it. Sober up a bit."

"I think that would be wise," Cat agreed, already on the brink of losing her mind at the lingering sensations. Her resolve was almost nonexistent every moment Kara continued to smile. She looked so fucking beautiful that Cat was running out of reasons to not act on the obvious mutual attraction Kara was exuding.

Kara frowned, thought about it, and then nodded. "Okay...that, that's not a bad idea," she said, understanding that Lena and Cat may need to process. "But I don't regret anything." There was a long pause before both Cat and Lena were assuring Kara that they didn't either - anything to wipe away the suddenly troubled look on her face. "Okay," she nodded and agreed. "So...what happens now?"

Lena and Cat shared a look and found that they had run out of answers.

"Well," Kara said, pushing up her glasses and trying not to smile so brightly. "We could all stay here tonight."

"There are three bedrooms!" Lena jumped to say, not sure if Kara was actually going to suggest they all share a bed, because sharing a suite was going to prove difficult for a night's sleep.

"Or," Cat quickly jumped in, "maybe we just go back to our suite so-"

Kara was cutting her off with a frown, "Then Lena would be left out!"

Lena was shaking her head slowly, because she really, really needed to fuck herself, and she was scared as is that two floors away and Kara would still be able to hear.

"No! No one is getting left out," Kara declared empathically.

Cat bit her lip and looked to Lena - because she was hoping that Lena could help distract Cat by giving her a very quick and dirty orgasm. Cat could've sneaked out to meet Lena...well, that was shot to hell.

How could they say no to Kara now, though? Or ever again?

"Okay," Lena agreed with a slightly forced smile that relaxed when she saw Kara's joy. She laughed a little and rubbed her face hoping sense would start to circulate. "Okay, sure, yes. We'll all stay here tonight, separate rooms. We should, we should all sleep on it and figure out if a...repeat is what we want."

"It is," Kara said confidently.

Cat and Lena took deep, shuddering breaths at the implication. "Be that as it may," Lena continued slowly, "it's important that we're all sure and sober. We can discuss this tomorrow."

"We can all go to breakfast together with the kids," Kara said happily.

Cat sank her teeth into her lip as hard as she could without breaking skin: Kara clearly didn't understand Cat or Lena at all if that was the something she was looking forward to doing all together.

Lena's expression seemed to agree with Cat's thoughts. She didn't address that, just took a breath and continued. "Kara, why don't you shower in your room, Cat can use the guest bathroom here, and I'll take the primary bathroom. Okay?"

"Primary bathroom?!" Lena's gaze snapped to Cat. "You have two freaking bathrooms in this suite and my suite only has one? How'd I miss that?" At Lena's look, Cat rolled her eyes. "Okay, sure, not the time. Sharing a bathroom with a teenaged boy is absolutely fine."

Kara was pouting. She probably didn't want to be separated from her and Cat. "Only because you'll…" Lena huffed as she tried to respect Kara's pointless lying about Supergirl to Cat, "shower the fastest," she explained.

Cat rolled her eyes again as she crossed her arms. At least Kara looked sheepishly at Cat. "Yeah, okay, that makes sense."

"Mind bringing my bag back with you? You wouldn't mind picking out a few things for me?" Cat asked with a smirk, the flirtation clear. Cat was thinking about the nighties Kara would have to parse through.

Surprisingly, Kara seemed to pick up the thread and her face went almost dreamy as she said: "Okay."

Lena gave Cat an exasperated look as she softly kept Kara from drifting closer to Cat. "Really?" she asked the woman. "Not helping, Cat."

"What, it's just natural," Cat swore as she waded over to the ladder to get out of the pool - she couldn't help it if her sensuality was ingrained so deeply it was effortless. The extra sway of her hips as she climbed out and made her way over to the towels had both Lena and Kara forgetting the plan. They watched her dry off and at Kara's whimper, Lena snapped out of it and made her way out as well.

"Kara, you should…" But as Lena turned around, there was a gust of wind and Kara was already gone, nowhere to be seen.

"Well I swear! If she tries to deny this…" Cat trailed off, more than ready for the Supergirl reveal. And not just because it would be extremely hot. At that thought, Cat's gaze drifted to Lena, silently asking for permission to quickly get off. Lena huffed and moved inside the suite, Cat following with dragging feet.

When Kara had been kissing Cat's neck, Lena had thought she'd come just by watching, or she'd end up fucking herself as she watched the mesmerizingly gorgeous sight. Then Cat had pulled her in for a kiss, and she had gotten even closer to coming. Not long after, though, Cat had put a stop to it and Lena thought she'd actually cry out of sexual frustration and heartbreak. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything more profoundly than Cat and Kara than she did in that moment.

Fortunately - Unfortunately - Cat had put a stop to it. As much as she hated to admit it, Cat made the right call. If for no other reason than to check in with Kara.

Lena found herself looking back at Cat with a yearning she could picture clearly. "You know we can't," she said, her voice gravelly and strained, like she was physically holding herself back.

Cat groaned and rubbed her face. "She didn't want to leave anyone out," she said, just as desperate as Lena felt.

"Yes," she agreed softly. "And we should wait to see if this is what she really wants." They looked at one another for a moment, both biting their lips as they pictured the three of them touching and fucking each other.

"It will be worth it," Cat finished with a whine that was more determined than reluctant to comply with the painful waiting process. "You need to get out of my sight now," Cat said, dropping to the couch and covering her eyes. "That face is just made for sitting," she groaned.

Luckily, Kara was knocking on the suite door a moment later. Lena laughed painfully at Cat's barely-there hold on her libido, and answered the door.

Kara was freshly showered and in an innocent t-shirt and shorts with an overnight bag for herself and Cat and a slightly blushing face - was it because she was back to facing Lena and Cat? Was it because she had to pick out a nighty for Cat? Was it because she had been listening to what Cat and Lena had been saying, and now both women were looking at her as though they were ready to pounce? All the above?

They all exchanged glances in the living room before Cat and Lena headed for their cold showers, leaving Kara alone in the living room. The shower would normally be a perfect place to relieve some sexual tension, except when one of the members of your party has super hearing. So...cold showers.

Once ready for bed, only soft, hesitant glances were exchanged before they all slipped into their respective bedrooms, tender goodnights exchanged and nervous smiles. Cat and Lena sat in their beds in their respective rooms, both on top of the covers, staring at the ceiling. Neither could believe it, their smiles stretching at almost the same time.

Lena controlled hers first - wary of getting excited too soon. The light of day could have Kara regretting everything. That didn't mean she couldn't relive each moment. Her hand was tracing up her neck where Kara had left soft kisses. Then her hand ran across her collarbones until she froze and frantically clutched at the bedspread to keep her hands from wandering.

Are you touching yourself?

Cat almost choked on air as the fingers that were slowly slipping under the hem of her nighty - the blue satin and lace nighty that Kara freaking Danvers had chosen for her, which...okay, she was a lot wetter now - stopped and she sat up. Lena's text was Too Much at that moment. Couldn't she phrase it differently to spare Cat an early death? Wasn't it bad enough that she had kissed two gorgeously phenomenal women and was now alone in bed.

Are you fucking with me right now, Luthor?!

The reply came almost immediately. God, I want to fuck myself. No...I want to fuck you both so, so badly

Cat sprung out of her bed and banged her hand against the wall she and Lena shared. And even though it felt good to blow off some steam instead of just an angry text, it still hurt and she let out a quiet ow. The text came quickly.

Are you okay, Miss Grant?

Cat wanted to scream.

Kara, please call me Cat! She typed quickly, before thinking about that and shooting off another text. Until I say otherwise.

And then: Yes, I'm fine. Thank you

Kara sucked in a breath and bit her lip as she scrambled to sit up in her very lonesome bed. She knew Cat Grant long enough to understand her "until I say otherwise"text perfectly. Kara had zero qualms with touching herself...again. Because she had absolutely fucked herself in the shower. Once Cat had made it clear that they were going to halt all physicality until they had a chance to talk, Kara's self control could only last for so long, until she was flying off the balcony and down to the lodge's entrance. She at least had the mind to grab a towel, clothes, and her room key. Even so, when she had walked through the lobby doors not long after, she felt unsteady.

Not the unsteady she had been feeling the last few weeks - no. In fact, Kara felt even more powerful, somehow. All of her powers felt elevated, finally in tune. Like there was a veil over her eyes that had been lifted.

She had managed to give the employees milling about an appropriate smile - sort of - and took the stairs at fullsteam up to the penthouse. She really wanted to slowly touch herself as she imagined Lena and Cat together, her and Lena's kiss, and her and Cat's kiss - but there was no time and Kara was actually concerned that if she didn't do something about how wet she was, her body would just start spasming on its own at the memories.

She shucked off her shorts and t-shirt and settled back into her bed to slip her hand under her boyshorts. To describe how she was feeling in that moment, would require the use of Kryptonian, because only English wouldn't suffice. Kara needed to check several times that she wasn't actively floating over her bed. The last hour felt like a whole new world - like another dimensional Earth where Kara realized her dreams, and they actually came true.

It made no sense - how could Cat Grant and Lena Luthor want to kiss her - touch her? Where did it come from and how had she missed it? Or maybe it was just that night. Alcohol, maybe? Kara had seen both women consume much more alcohol in the past. And even during those times, they were still more sober than the average person. So how could she be so lucky?

She still needed to answer Cat's text - the insistence that Kara call her Cat, the sexual implication, and the tender thank you for Kara's concern. Bossy, sexy, and somehow, sweet: it was Cat Grant in three texts.

Of course, Cat. Kara replied, letting her fingertips skim her stomach in barely-there touches that were getting Kara's breath to hiccup. Her mind went back to walking in on Lena and Cat and thought that maybe she shouldn't just leave it at that. After all, how could she just avoid Cat's not-so-subtle hint that she really, really liked Kara calling her Miss Grant, and how she'd like to hear it...when?! She had to mean during sex, right?

Kara bit her lip and thought of a reply as she ran her hand up her stomach to cup a breast, squeezing hard before switching to the other, avoiding her nipples.

You just let me know when you want me to call you Miss Grant

Cat was typing out an angry response to Lena and was therefore too busy to read Kara's message at first, not even realizing she had been texted. Too busy trying to see through her aroused state. How dare Lena make this harder by telling Cat that she wanted to fuck herself, and fuck Cat and Kara. Of course those were all things Cat was already thinking, but she didn't need to have Lena bring them up. She sent her text and then noticed Kara's. She opened it up, ready for a cheerful "you're welcome"and some bright emojis. Instead, she felt her center clench and throb, understanding that things had definitely, definitely changed between them.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered. Kara Danvers now had the power to wreck her and Cat couldn't wait.

Next door, Lena's phone lit up as Cat's reply came.

That is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. That includes all my exes, my MOTHER, and Julia Roberts!

Lena wanted to laugh, wanted to respond light-heartedly, but her mind was a fog of arousal. How could she think of anything but finally getting to kiss Kara, to touch her bare skin, to feel Kara touch her. She knew Cat was in the same boat and knew that she should support her - to joke back to distract them from the overwhelming feeling tight in their stomachs that was begging them both to take care of their needs.

Before Lena could respond to Cat, her phone lit up again.

Do you think Kara is touching herself?

Lena rolled over and groaned into her pillow - although it sounded more like a sob. When Lena looked over at her phone, she could see that Kara had texted her and braced herself for what she'd read.

Lena, are you okay?

She sighed and opened the text to reply that she was fine. Then her phone lit up again, this time from Cat: Why aren't we fucking ourselves? Cat was in the guest room on her left, leaving Kara in the guest room on her right. It suddenly felt like two devils on her shoulders.

Because we can't freak her out! She has to want this tomorrow. We can't persuade her with orgasms. Lena sent the text and sat with that for a moment before sending: And your texts are officially way worse than what I sent you.

Cat laughed painfully in her room, her blankets now up to her chin to avoid touching at the patches of skin her nighty didn't cover. Wanna change your mind? Cat asked, only sort of hoping Lena wanted to cross the line. Even if they both just decided to masturbate, would it really be so bad?

You think it's a good idea to push her?

Cat didn't want to get up out of the bed to pound her fist against Lena's wall again. She was afraid that if she got up she'd leave the room and strip and beg both women to do something she desperately needed. So instead, she sent Lena the middle finger emoji and tossed her phone away.

Which is why Kara was the only one to get off that night - thoughts of Cat fucking Lena, and both women kissing Kara swirling in Kara's mind as she came - two fingers pumping inside of her soaking heat as she pinched her nipple with more force than usual.

Cat had to take two sleeping pills.

Lena finally fell asleep around three in the morning.

Only Kara fell asleep satisfied with a beaming smile.