Cat felt the precise moment her wife broke their agreement. Cat Grant had many personalities and perfect traits. One of them was her tenacity. She was eternally determined, accurate, strong-minded, and smart enough to adjust when her persona required her stout hold. Although, this moment was something she craved, perhaps since Kara lifted her body against the bathroom vanity, kissing her for the first time.
The thought of firsts was an implausible idea that was consecutively unrelenting in her mind. The way lenient, gentle lips kissed her was roughly something she would never be able to disremember. Cat was adamant and astoundingly interested in obtaining primary feelings.
Cat listed to her heart. She was careful of a choice she beforehand made by dropping her clothes while trying to enhance her wife's powers. She habituated by the idea of rebuilding the excitement inside her chest; the same sense that it was dissimilar every time Kara was around her.
Henceforth, this entire week was about how her decisions and feelings deployed. She felt incredibly careful up naked in front of the heroine, and immeasurably aroused at the way she thought ocean blue eyes were currently looking at her through the fabric of the scarf.
Mixed feelings were never her forte. She couldn't control her insecurities well, and with Kara, they were all outstanding and progressing. Cat felt proud of having the control of free feeling regarding Kara. Her hesitancy about Kara, flew out of the window three days later when she started to fall in love with her; what kept her mind occupied now wasn't if she could please, Kara.
Could she please Supergirl?
She as overthinking the situation. The density and darkness of the room provided a soft secluded theme; she contemplated that being three in the morning had some effect with what she was feeling. Her mind was hollow, but she felt uncommonly at ease.
Suddenly Cat fastened out of her mind. Back then, when Kara didn't want to make love to her in the shower, Cat didn't feel the crawl her skin made when Kara stroked her. It felt distinctive. Everything felt unconventional than a couple of days ago.
She loved Kara more too. It was determined.
Cat was used to see Kara's shoulders constricted by now, and very tense; nonetheless, with the heroine wearing nothing but her underwear made her feel free. Her body spoke what she desired. Her conviction wasn't sturdy in Cat's mind.
"You," Kara said once she reached proximity with her wife. "Look stunning." Kara lowered her head, appreciating Cat's bare body. "Not that you didn't look stunning when you're wearing clothes," Kara began explaining. "Your clothes fit you so well but this," Kara said; Cat's scarf still draped practically loosely on her eyes. "This is my favorite, well no, one of my favorites outfits of you because, you just simply... stunning. I mean everything about you, it's perfect and well located. Your yoga routine its hardcore, I must say." Cat's pulse was embellished, but tranquil while listening to Kara's little ramble.
"Dear," Cat interrupted her, placing a single digit on her cheek, turning her face back to hers. "Don't be nervous," Kara smirked, modest, and almost fiddling the glasses, she didn't have on her face.
The excitement Kara felt of acknowledging that Cat was ready for something more with her offered an exhilarating sentiment, like adrenaline. Cat closed her fists, considering the need to hold herself in front of her wife. "May I?" Kara cooed, her eyes lost in striking collarbones, a slick neck, and gorgeous green eyes.
Cat gulped; the massive action evoked a soft smirk from her wife. "Yes, darling." Cat susurrated, releasing the secure grip on her fists.
Kara felt as if she was running in super speed. Her motions were slow and calculated; she didn't want to rush the first intimate moment with her wife. Kara was ready to establish an individual pace. It required many of her senses and willpower not to lower her body on the carpet and press her tongue on her wife's folds.
The heroine stretched her left hand, placing her palm on Cat's warm back. She pushed her wife remarkably closer and kept her face only centimeters apart. She could feel Cat's gradual, minute, short breaths patting her lips. Cat's perfume mixed with her scent drove the millennial mad.
Kara then slowly, gathered her strength, and lifted her right hand, pulling the scarf softly down her face. Cat felt the moment the scarf grazed her nose when Kara slid it. She followed the texture with her eyes but stopped abruptly at Kara's parted lips.
Kara left the garment freely around her neck.
Unattended.
Cat's chest began to rise slowly and rhythmically as Kara shifted her blue eyes away from her to kiss her shoulder. Her body was burning from head to toes. Something was arousing, incredibly addictive, and captivating about the way Kara looked at her. Cat closed her eyes; the scent of Kara was intoxicating and foggy.
A soft moan escaped her lips when Kara unexpectedly slid her index finger over her right breast. Cat was stiff, paralyzed as Kara continued to trace the outline of her breast. Kara's finger was warm, but Cat's nipple was prepared and ready for contact.
Kara stopped pressing soft kisses on Cat's shoulder; her wife was producing her favorite noises; although, the moment granted Kara to relieve her first time with Cat again. Kara was drunk, lost inside Cat's exhilarating emotions when she heard Olivia cry. Her eyes shifted, and Cat noticed the distance feeling insecure for a second.
"Olive," She apologized, her face incredibly close to her wife. Cat gulped, closing her first again, and nodding. "I'll be back." And in a small ruffle, she disappeared. "Don't go anywhere."
Cat disclosed her stiff persona when she encountered her naked body alone in the darkroom. She glanced down at her center, pressing her hand hard under her belly button. She could feel the warmth inside her tights, she could feel the need, and the pulsing still after Kara stroked her breast seconds ago.
Cat didn't know if this was a good idea after all. Her senses and reliable power were going to be affected by the soft strokes of her wife. She can't remember sex with a woman, but Kara was her wife. She needed to control herself and not orgasm right then if Kara slid her fingers inside her. The thought only made it worse. She craved contact; she needed Kara's intimate touch for the first time.
The room was quiet, and Cat needed a reassurance that what she was about to do with her wife of five years was completely secure and adequate. Cat searched for her purse; she found Kara's long sleeve shirt from earlier and quickly put it on. After ruffling her bag for her phone, she promptly opened her text messages, creating a new one, and writing the letter m, on the automatic search.
She rolled her eyes, turning back to see if Kara was back. She still had time as she hoped that he didn't have Maggie's contact as the acronym for best friend. To her surprise, her name wasn't there, and she touched the arrow back, to her thread messages, finding a contact named Sawyer.
Cat held the phone in her hands and quickly typed the text. She asked Maggie if she was awake, which resulted in her phone vibrating, startling her, and falling on the carpet.
"Everything okay?" Maggie sounded alarmed.
"Yes, yes. Everything okay." Cat reassured her, "I'm sorry if I woke you."
"No, I was awake. Studying Retro's video. I need to find a clue or something." Maggie huffed.
"Oh," Cat quickly brushed the topic. "I need to ask you something?"
"Well, look at you. Do I need to sign a contract or an NDA because we are best friends?"
"Don't be irrational, Maggie." Cat turned around, looking at the still-closed door. "I'm about to have sex with Kara." She placed her hand over her forehead. What was she thirteen? "Olivia's stopped us, but I'm ready."
"Okay, happy for you. I'm happy you're feeling comfortable." Cat felt Maggie's excitement. "Second, why are you calling?"
"I'm about to make love to Supergirl, too." Cat blurred slowly and steady.
Maggie chuckled. "This is just great. I'm not even bothered now by you calling at three in the morning and not having an emergency."
"Come on. I'm serious, do I need to add a certain pressure? Her skin's bulletproof? Do I need to do something specific?" Maggie laughed.
"Cat, you can touch the most badass Kryptonian in the galaxy and destroy it with simple strokes of your hair." Maggie stopped the playful tone, "Kara's yours. Well, from National City Citizens too." She joked, provoking a roll and a chuckle from Cat's end. "Why don't you just let it flow?"
Cat turned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm overthinking it because I've wanted it for a long time now, and I want it to be—
"Perfect," Maggie said before Cat could say the voice out loud. "I'm sure you're capable of enough rational thought of how to seduce a woman. Moreover, you can also seduce a superhero because she is yours. You and Kara make sense."
Cat brushed her insecurities, cleaning a corner of her left eye with the tip of her middle finger. "We do, right?"
"Yeah, love." Maggie chuckled. "Why don't you make a personal best and find that place on Kara's neck?" Cat chuckled. "Don't stress it. It'll be perfect, trust me. I'm sure Alex and Kara share tips with each other's."
"This turned awkward quickly." Cat smiled. "I don't need to hear about your sex life with Alex."
"And I don't need to hear yours either, and here we are at three in the morning, Cat."
Cat turned, looking at the windows. Maggie was her best friend. She could always appreciate a person who was unspoken, bold, and unmistakable spontaneous.
"Bye. Thank you." Cat smiled.
XXXX
Kara turned to look back once she got in front of Olive's door, erasing the walls and watching the outline of her wife inside their room. She pushed Olivia's door, still feeling the dampness soaking her panties every step she took. A soft cry made her gulped, and Kara composed herself as thousands of fireflies from Olive nightlight covered her face and body.
She found Olivia sitting on the bed with Mr. Knows in hands, and one of her capes draped over her legs. "Hey," She mumbled, her voice hoarse and heavy. "Hey, baby." She tried again; Olivia lifted her eyes to her mother. "What happened?"
"I had a bad dream." Kara caressed Mr. Knows tail and kneeled in front of the bed. Olivia breathed slowly while clutching her mothers' cape. "I'm scared I'm going to hurt mommy, Ter, Aunt Maggie, Aunt Alex, or grandma Za." Olive cleaned her tears. "I don't want to hurt you either mommy."
"You won't." Kara leered softly, comforting her daughter. "Because," Kara left her daughter's room in a speedy burst and turned back with a pair of glasses she found on the kitchen counter. "Grandpa Jeremiah made this for me. They also have special powers," Olivia was focused on her mother's words. "Like you and me."
"Really?" Olivia asked, placing Mr. Knows to the side.
"Yes," Kara opened the glasses legs and placed them on her face. "They're my shield. They protect me if I'm furious, or if I want to secure my family."
Olivia was quiet for a moment. "They're not for reading?" She asked, her brows furrowed.
"Nope, I don't need them to read." Kara lifted her glasses and placed them on her head. "Your mother likes them, so I used them for her too." Kara winked at her. "And to cover my identity."
Olivia nodded, understanding what her mother explained to her. Kara could see Olivia's eyes inspecting the glasses deeply.
Kara could see her using her X-ray vision to check the legs and crystals.
"I want to show you something," Kara smiled, "Don't be scared, momma is going to turn the red, and then something cool will happen." Olivia nodded.
Kara shifted her head to the side, away from Olivia; her laser beam peeked in her eyes, but before the lasers released, Kara dropped the glasses on her nose, stopping the lasers from shooting. "The glasses protect me; sometimes, I get scared too."
Olivia was starstruck, maybe for the first time since she realized her mother was her favorite heroine. Olivia clutched the cape in her hands, and Kara took the glasses off her face and put them over Olive's head.
"It's okay to be scared," Olive said nodding. "Mommy said it was okay; When I couldn't hear your heart. Mommy said it was okay."
Kara smiled softly. "Yes, but you're not alone." Kara flashed her a smile, stretching her hand and pretending to caress the fireflies. "Our family sigil means stronger together." Olivia nodded. "Come on," Kara tried to divert how ridiculous she felt before for attempting to control this by herself. "I want you to look at my heart." She tapped her chest right in between her bra. "Look past the fireflies, skin, and look inside." Olivia laughed, slowly squinting her eyes. "Good, do you see it?" Olivia bobbed, and Kara flicked the glasses on her small nose.
"Wow." Olivia beamed, removing and placing Kara's glasses on her nose. "It went away!"
"My heart or the fireflies?" Kara asked alarmed while Olivia laughed.
"Your heart, silly." Ollie laughed, looking at another heart reclining on her bedroom door. "Mommy, I can't see your heart." She said with big glasses on her eyes.
Kara turned, finding soft blonde curls and fireflies dancing around Cat's body. Kara stood, bringing Cat closer to them. Kara forgot about everything for a second. The image of her wife, wearing her button-down took her breath away. Cat wore the shirt quickly and unorganized. The buttons were not in par, and the sleeves covered her hands. Kara placed a strand of golden hair behind Cat's ear.
"We don't have hearts?" Cat asked almost blushing. Seeing Kara again after earlier felt like her body made her aware of how much she needed her wife. Her feet dragged her to Ollie's room so that she could fall in love with the way her wife treated their daughter.
"No!" Ollie kept playing with the glasses, sliding them up and down. Cat rushed to Ollie, kissing her on the head. "That's now what I'm saying."
"Keep those tonight," Kara beamed, comfortable between her family. "I'm sure grandma Za can make you one tomorrow, baby."
"Really?"
"Absolutely!" Cat replied.
"Now go to sleep, okay?" Kara kissed Mr. Knows trunk. "You too, buddy."
Olivia yawned, arranging the orange elephant under the cape. She put Kara's glasses on her nose and waved goodbye to her mothers.
"Goodnight it's still night, mommy."
"Sweet dreams, beautiful." Cat tucked her in walking back to the door and waiting for Kara. She saw her wife, crossing her arms, her back muscles formed entirely under fireflies. Kara waited for Olivia to fall asleep deeply.
Cat observed, memorizing the moment and falling deeply in love, everything felt surreal. Kara waited a couple of seconds more, tilting her head and listening to her daughter's heart.
Once the rhythm felt at ease, she removed her glasses from Olivia's face, and placed them next to the firefly's nightlight, but close for Olivia to reach.
"I'm glad I left the room when I had a chance," Cat whispered as Kara left the door ajar. "I am beyond in love with you, Kara." She said, removing the scarf from Kara's neck and dropping it on the floor.
Kara looked down at her blouse on Cat's body, lifting it slowly and finding Cat's naked center. "Rao, I love you more." Kara's face turned a soft red, as she kept the long sleeve blouse up. Cat's tights were perfect and pressed together. Her senses couldn't remember the last time she touched Cat with this amount of care. Everything happened so fast that it was imminent to feel her wife.
"Make love to me, Kara." Cat barely whispered.
Kara's eyes were darker as she grabbed Cat's behind lifting her in the air effortlessly. Cat wrapped her legs around Kara's back; moaning when her wet center hit Kara's strong stomach.
"Fuck," Kara slurred, feeling the wetness on her stomach. Cat couldn't breathe properly, as Kara bounced her center against her stomach while walking her to their room.
"Oh," Cat moaned lowly when Kara pressed her against their bedroom door once inside. Kara was hesitant to reply. "Do you normally curse?" Cat asked, looking at blue eyes and finding a way to gather her breath.
"I don't." Kara's chest was more oppressive, and her lips parted as she seemed to control. She pushed Cat's back by her tights and looked down to her stomach. The area her wife pressed against was slimy and glistening.
Cat bit her bottom lip. Kara breathed hard, clenching her stomach as she placed Cat back to the previous position around her waist.
"It was sort of sexy." Cat swallowed between words. "Only in this situation, of course." Cat wasn't sure of her words anymore. She was happy and satisfied. Everything Kara did was profoundly arousing. There was no time to think when the last time was, she orgasmed, but the thought felt impossible to stop.
The convincing answers for that statement included herself hopping on Kara's fingers; or Kara's tongue inside her body. The fact that her memory loss propelled her to erase those recollections produced her rage and contemporary satisfaction. She cared for the encounter, and she required pleasure. She was ready to feel what her brain forgot. Cat absorbed everything Kara was doing, filing the images deep in her memories; wanting to repeat them continually and simultaneously.
Kara pulled Cat even closer. Her mouth was dry and rough. Kara walked to their bed, sitting slowly on the corner. Cat used her fingers to caress the back of Kara's neck.
She started to unbutton the blouse Cat was wearing. She didn't dare to shift her eyes as Kara professionally found each button unclasping them softly.
Cat was desperate, in love, and incredibly aroused. Kara liked to watch her wife's reaction. She opened the blouse just enough to see her wife's racing chest, the soft curve of both of her breast and her flat stomach. Kara was quiet, reclining her elbows on the bed while she watched her wife's bare body.
Cat wanted to complain, without Kara's proximity air seemed to find place back in her lungs. She needed more than a quick breath; she craved her wife with all her desires. Cat's throat was dry when Kara slid her brassiere out of her shoulders. Cat squeezed the fabric of her wife's blouse on her, watching for the first time how perfect Kara's breast was.
She was ready to touch; Cat was prepared to kiss and explore. Kara couldn't block the noise of Cat's frantic heart.
"You're stunning," Cat whispered, beckoning Kara and dropping the blouse on the carpet.
Her wife complied, pressing her topless body against Cat. Kara's moan muffled with Cat's lips. She kissed Kara messy, wet and intensely passionate. Her hands firmly around Kara's neck.
"You are perfect." Kara speedily shifted her wife, placing her softly on top of the bed.
Cat felt the craving inside her.
Kara stood, removing her panties and dropping them on the side. She watched Kara crawl naked towards her. The hairs on the back of her neck followed the butterflies rhythmically on her stomach. Her skin pulsed, her hands held expensive fabric while she prepared for her wife's body on her.
"When we made love the first time," Kara stopped, straddling Cat's waist but dropping her body against her wife. Cat could feel her wife's heart, close to hers. Watching her wife's body for the first time had her in wonder. Kara's body plucked from the most extravagant garden. Her waist slim, but keen to carry her arms. Firms breast that hanged at the perfect elasticity and soft pink folds.
"Where was it?" Cat interrupted. She observed the ceiling of her room now, hoping her face didn't embarrass herself while Kara placed soft kisses over her ear.
"There," Kara slid her hand over the side of Cat's stomach pointing behind the bed. "Against the window."
"Against the window?" Cat pushed her body up to meet face to face with Kara. "I don't know about that, dear." Cat bit Kara's bottom lip. "Doesn't sound like me."
"Hm," Kara licked her lips seeking Cat's. "Do you want it to be like before?" Kara said between kisses. Cat slid her hands from Kara's behind to her back, slowly moving over strong muscles and stopping on Kara's breast.
"I don't." Cat squeezed softly, moving forward and boldly tasting a pink nipple.
"Oh, Rao." Kara threw her head back while Cat released one of her nipples. She pushed Kara back. The heroine body was sitting on top of Cat. The media mogul sat on the bed, stretching her hand and hovering it between Kara's center.
"Can I touch?" Cat asked, determined to find the spot on Kara's neck. Cat slid her tongue from the bottom of Kara's neck slowly to the curve of her chin.
"Of course." Kara nodded, keeping Cat's face in place and kissing it slowly.
Cat gathered all the liquid, making herself and her wife moan in unison. "Rao." Kara breathed while Cat kept exploring the area without entering.
"Do you like it?" Cat asked, sucking on Kara's neck.
"My wife, the teaser master?" Kara cupped Cat's breast in her hands. "I love it."
"Do we normally talk?" Cat asked, circling Kara's clit with her middle finger.
"No," Kara moaned, "No." Cat stopped, flipping their bodies so she could straddle Kara now.
Kara placed her hand on Cat's legs, rubbing the skin slowly as she moved her center, finding any contact.
"We don't have sex like we're having right now?" Cat said, stroking her hair away from her face. "That's a shame." She saw how Kara followed her hand between their folds. Instead of touching herself, she pressed one hand on Kara's abs, supporting herself while she slid her finger over Kara's clit. Cat grazed it, slowly mostly touching other areas.
"Not this amount of teasing," Kara replied, her eyes shut and mouth agape. "We do have some teasing, but I lead it." Kara pushed her body up pecking Cats lips. "By this time, you normally ride my fingers." Cat kissed Kara slowly, as she introduced her fingers inside her wife.
"The thought of me riding your fingers sound fantastic," Cat slurred over Kara's ear while keeping a dreadfully slow pace inside her wife. "Don't get me wrong, I want to," Cat looked at Kara's face, as the millennial dropped back on the bed. Strong abs constricted slowly following the pace of her motions. Kara's blonde hair spread on the mattress, creating a wave of curls. "But I want you to feel my touches, so I can remember the face you make when you finish."
Kara grunted. "You'll see it, darling." Kara couldn't help to love the slow pace Cat kept inside her.
They didn't speak again. The words suddenly felt unnecessary and unimportant. Kara maintained the rhythm, controlling when to pull her wife closer to kiss her.
Cat was enamored by pink lips searching for air, brows slightly furrowed. Something was exhilarating and seductive about the long skin on her wife's neck. She sucked on it, licking from time to time while Kara went crazy. Cat was lucky, having so much power over a heroine made her interior melt. Kara chose her to exchange these intimate moments. Her wife made her fall in love again, being able to please Kara was something she was proud and grateful.
Kara dropped back to the bed, alerting her she was close. Cat kept her fingers steady, observing how Kara's wetness mixed with hers. She moved from straddling Kara and laid next to her. Kara had one leg bent over the bed while the other stretched over the corner of the bed.
She enjoyed the view, clinging to sheets with her empty hand. Her stomach contracted at the same time. Her fingers felt the pressure. Kara moved sideways, finding Cat's front, and placing her leg over her waist; creating the perfect space for her to introduce her fingers inside Cat.
Cat gasped, trying to keep the pace inside her wife at the same time Kara created a dreadful pace inside her folds. Cat moaned when Kara found her clit. The heroine pushed her fingers a couple of times, moaning when Cat found the special place over her left side on her neck.
When she remembered her dull life, she never thought of feeling the breath of a remarkable woman on her face while they both embraced each other intimately.
Cat couldn't begin to understand the way her legs felt. The electricity running through her skin was something she was always able to describe in her articles or books. Exploring the actual sensation took more for Cat.
They moved collectively, the air resembled to be forgotten but not extinct. Cat felt the importance her wife created that connection. Having her body close, front to the front next to each other's produced a joy of security, reassurance, and significance.
Cat removed her hand, feeling how Kara trembled softly next to her. Kara's eyes sealed, her voice composing the softest moans and whimpers. Kara kissed Cat, gathering her strength and moving her fingers for Cat to come. Cat thought of the gorgeous whimpers Kara made and orgasmed right with her wife's fingers moving back and forth.
She lost air; the feeling came from over the years. Her skin bounced as she held onto Kara's skin as heavy as she could. Kara never stopped pulsing her digits inside her wife. Cat opened her eyes to shut them later when Kara licked her lips softly. The moment was brief, astonishingly pulsing, and captivating.
Cat's face made Kara moan against her ear. Kara smiled, knowing her wife was about to orgasm again. She quickly shifted them, sitting Cat on her lap and letting her wife ride her fingers. Cat scratched pretending to leave marks on shoulders as she slowly bounced on Kara's fingers. The motion felt natural, vivid.
It took a couple of movements, until Cat came again, circling her arms around Kara's neck. She needed the support; she couldn't feel her legs, and her heart ran faster inside her chest.
She moaned, taking deep breaths when Kara flipped her back to the bed in a blur and slid her tongue up and down her center. She felt silky, warm lips on her. A hot breath followed by moisture.
Cat gather the strength to look at blonde hair spread against her stomach. She threw her head back, finding sheets, binding knuckles to white when Kara used her tongue in superspeed across her clit.
A third orgasm brushed her body. Durable, massive, continuous, and astonishingly powerful. She could feel Kara kissing her way up her body as she occasionally trembled until Kara reached her neck. She pressed soft kisses on Cats chin, moving to her lips.
"I love you," Cat whispered, embracing Kara.
"And I love you." Kara kissed her again, moaning when Cat slid her fingers over the heroine's center, one more time.