When they got home, Kara let them into the pitch black apartment, save for the light from the city casting shadows across the brick walls and glass doors of the kitchen cabinets. Both went about their business, Cat into the bedroom to finish unpacking again, while Kara finished the dishes in the sink from the night before.
The silence was killing her. She knew, on some level, that Cat could tell what she was feeling, knew exactly why it was so hard to stand so close, to touch her, without pulling away, even though all she wanted was to help her through this mess. What was even more terrifying, more confusing, in some ways, was that Cat hadn't backed down. This time, she was right there with her, and Kara didn't know how any of it made sense. She thought about Alex, warning her not to do this, along with her own very valid hesitations.
None of it would matter if the world ended tomorrow, she kept thinking, if they couldn't find a way to stop this entity. The only thing that would matter, that ever mattered, was letting the people you cared about know exactly what they meant to you, even if it was scary, even if it meant they might not feel the same way. And if they did, coming to grips with how it might change things.
She threw the dish towel against the sink and made her way to the bathroom, hoping a shower would help clear her mind of its incessant questioning, flipping on the light switch, bumping into Cat on her way through the door.
"Oh," Kara jumped. "Sorry...I wasn't paying attention…"
"It's okay…" Cat offered. "I was in here with the light off, just washing my face. I didn't want to disturb…"
"Did you...want to shower?" Kara asked. "I mean...you can go first if…"
Kara looked down at Cat's chest. She'd taken off her shirt, hair loose, face flushed from their hike. Kara tried not to stare at the black lace, unlike any sports bra she'd ever seen, expensive floral fabric covering just enough, abs rivaling her own, before leggings cradled hip bones.
"Okay," Cat breathed softly, voice small, standing confidently, but shakily, in front of her.
Kara nodded, leaning back against the doorframe, balancing on her heels.
"I'll need another towel."
"Right," Kara jumped up, heading to the cabinet above the washing machine before bringing it back to the bathroom.
Cat took it slowly, eyes boring into her as she kept her lips tightly closed, nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily, painfully it seemed, watching the younger woman across from her.
"I…" Kara started not knowing what was going to come out next.
"What?" Cat asked, completely on edge, ready, waiting. "Tell me."
"It's just...I don't know...when you look at me...I…"
She stopped, biting her lip, taking a deep breath as she leaned back against the sink.
"What?" Cat asked again, a little more pointedly. "What do you see?"
Kara shook her head.
"What do you want me to say?" she whispered. "You already know, don't you?"
Cat's brow furrowed, breath leaving her lungs as she fought the urge to run.
"Kara," she spoke slowly, almost through her teeth. "I need you...to tell me."
Kara rolled her eyes, gripping the sink with so much force she was afraid she might break it.
"I just…" she sighed. "I want to know...if you feel...I know it doesn't make sense, but...I just...can't..."
"What?" Cat continued to torture her. "What can't you do?"
Kara looked back up into her eyes, gathering all her strength, all her confidence, wishing she was wearing her cape, fighting back every last ounce of fear, before letting go.
"I want to kiss you so badly it hurts," she breathed.
Cat stared at her for a moment. Kara felt her heart sinking, walls closing in. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it, wishing immediately she'd...
Before she knew it, Cat was pushing her back into the sink, against the mirror, crushing their lips together, so softly and so firmly all at once that it felt impossible. She pulled back seconds later, leaving Kara reeling, thinking maybe it was impossible.
"Oh god," Cat heaved. "Sorry...I…"
Kara sprang up from the sink and grabbed Cat's face, kissing her harder, pushing her back against the doorframe. Cat's hands were everywhere, in her hair, gripping her shoulders, her back, as their lips slipped warmly against each other again and again.
Cat sucked Kara's bottom lip hungrily, as if it were an acquisition, an uprising, something to be conquered and quelled, and at the same time, savored, revered. She ran her tongue against the warm, soft skin, as Kara pressed against her lips, taking all she could get, marveling at the way it felt to be kissing Cat Grant, hands floating of their own volition to her tiny waist, latching on to her sides, running thumbs over hip bones.
"Oh," Cat let out a soft noise that seemed to startle her, pushing back a little, looking at Kara's flushed, raw lips before trailing up to her intensely soulful blue eyes.
"Is this...okay?" Kara asked, stomach flipping uncontrollably at the prospect of any answer other than yes.
"I guess it depends," Cat breathed, panting as her body continued to be pinned against the doorframe. "Do you...want to stop?"
Kara shook her head no, eyes threatening to spill over, overwhelmed in every sense of the word, but more than that, desperate to continue. Cat caught her lips again, breathing them in as Kara grabbed her waist, pushing her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, lips locked as she slammed them up against the table.
"Ah," Cat hissed, though Kara couldn't tell if it was good or bad or both.
"Sorry!" she panted. "I'm...not used to…"
Cat grabbed her face, diving back in, this time letting her tongue slide against Kara's, moaning into her mouth as she allowed herself to be lifted onto the table, long, muscular legs wrapping tightly around Kara's waist.
"Oh my god," Kara shivered, looking pained and pleased and pushed over the top as she sucked in breath between kisses. "How…is this..."
"I don't care," Cat told her, voice deep and raspy, before she turned to Kara's neck, licking a line up from her collarbone to her ear.
"Fuck," Kara groaned, hands pressed against the small of Cat's back, traveling further down, cupping her ass, pulling her towards her, reveling in the warmth from her core against her chest, ignoring the feeling of ivy wrapping itself around her knees.
Suddenly, she realized her phone was buzzing on the counter. Tempted to ignore it, she continued letting Cat work at her neck, breathing sharply as she closed her eyes, squeezing her tight globes. But the buzzing continued.
"I...can't…" she breathed, pulling back a little, shaking her head. "I don't want to stop...but I have to..."
"Answer it," Cat panted, nodding in agreement.
Kara reluctantly let go, stepping around to the kitchen counter, stealthily pulling the green from her legs, thankful Cat hadn't noticed it, before reading the caller ID, wishing for just one day she could put her phone on silent.
"Alex," she tried to sound normal. "What's up?"
"There are two Fort Rozz escapees terrorizing civilians downtown," Alex reported. "The DEO can't handle both at once."
"Got it," she closed her eyes, biting her lip hard. "I'm on my way."
"What about Ms. Grant?" Alex asked. "I should send an agent…"
"No!" Kara stopped her. "No...please. Do not send anyone here. She's...she's fine. She will be fine. I won't be gone long. It was fine when I took care of the fire last night, it will be fine…"
"Alright!" Alex cut her off. "Glad to know everything's so fine there. Just get here fast."
She hung up. Kara turned back to Cat, who had hopped off the table and was leaning against it, arms crossed, listening.
"I am...so sorry," she shook her head. "Wait...I should have had said yes! Send an agent here. What am I doing? Let me call her…"
"Don't you dare," Cat growled. "Go, take care of business, and come back."
"Okay," Kara started to head towards the bathroom, forgetting what she was doing, before zipping into the bedroom, changing, returning to Cat.
"Please...just...don't go anywhere," she breathed.
Cat shook her head, smirking as she continued to cross her arms.
"Don't pack your bags, alright?" Kara demanded as firmly as she could. "I'll be right back."
She kissed her once more, quickly, faster than Cat could even react to, before taking flight.
Twins. Thirty foot twins, from the planet Ragulan Prime. Why, of all nights, did it have to be twins? Kara asked herself as she went through the motions of combat, taking another hit from the beast before burning into him with heat vision, finally, tying his limbs together and sending him crashing to the ground like the giant in Gulliver's Travels, a book she remembered reading in school.
"You're gonna need a bigger holding cell," she told Alex, hands on knees, catching her breath as she stood next to the villain.
"We'll work on it," Alex agreed, putting a hand on her sister's back. "Thanks, Supergirl."
Kara gave a little salute before bringing Alex in for a hug.
"Alright," Alex sighed. "I know you're dying to get back home. Where everything is just 'fine.'"
Kara pulled away, trying not to give anything away by the ridiculous grin she felt creeping over her face.
"Thanks, Alex."