Kara pulled the sheets up over her eyes, trying to drown out the sunlight, until she realized the linen felt cooler than usual, slipping past her naked skin, reminding her this wasn't any ordinary Tuesday.
A smile crept across her lips as she turned over, searching with her hands for the feeling of the woman she'd held all night, who'd let her hold her all night, caught up together as their breath mingled and limbs danced, giving her the best night of sleep she'd had since she revealed herself to the world.
But her hands came up empty. She opened her eyes, groaning as she sat up, realizing that once again, Cat was nowhere to be found, hoping to all that was good in the world that she wasn't regretting and second guessing, plotting her apologies and excuses in the other room.
She foraged through the pile of clothes strung out across the bedroom, pulling on her shorts and tee shirt before venturing forth, finding her boss stretched out on the floor between the living room and the kitchen, back arched into downward dog. The grey tights and dark green sports tank she wore stretched against her muscles as they worked to keep her in position, breath heavy but sonorous, filling the steamy, morning light with sound.
Kara leaned against the brick wall, arms folded across her chest, watching.
"So much for breakfast in bed."
Cat smirked, folding onto her knees, into chaturanga, before pushing up into plank, exhaling deeply as she rolled over.
"When have you ever known me to sleep in?" she quipped. "I guess I'm just a morning person...and a night owl. I don't sleep much."
"That makes two of us," Kara smiled. "Except after last night, I think I could have slept all day. If I wasn't so hungry."
"I get it," Cat shook her head. "I'm starving too. Do you want Noonan's?"
Kara's eyes lit up. She bent down, taking Cat's face in her hands, kissing her softly, before sprinting to her laptop.
"Do you ever use your kitchen, or is it purely decoration?" Cat asked, sipping her coffee as she watched Kara devour her third cinnamon bun, moving on to an egg and cheese sandwich.
"Sometimes!" Kara defended. "For...toast...and tea."
"You do know 'breakfast is the most important meal of the day' doesn't mean it's the only meal, right?"
"Obviously," she chewed. "There's also potstickers."
Cat shook her head, taking a bite of her scone, something she normally never would have eaten, but feeling like she needed carbs to replenish all the energy she'd spent last night.
"I guess I'll have to cook us dinner sometime," she mused. "But only if you promise to help. You might learn something."
"Deal," Kara smiled.
Cat took a deep breath, taking another sip of coffee as she tapped her fingers against the table.
"I did get some work done this morning. I sent an email to HR asking them to collect resumes for a new assistant."
"Wait...you're really firing Missy?" Kara scoffed. "I thought that was a joke."
"She's ill-equipped for this job. Her sense of humor is non-existent."
"But...but she did bring all your clothes on Saturday!" Kara reminded, trying to defend the person she herself had hired. "Why don't you just give her a little more time. I'm sure she…"
"Will never be you," Cat sighed.
"Oh…" Kara smirked, taking a deep, self-satisfying breath. "I see. Well...that is true. She can't be me. No one can."
"Don't let it go to your head," Cat warned.
"No, but really," Kara got up from the stool, sauntering over to Cat as the older woman watched her, rolling her eyes, pretending not to be affected by the way Kara's messy hair hung around her shoulders, skin glowing. "No one can be me...because no one can do this."
She ran her fingers across Cat's back, tickling her neck, as she circled her. Cat closed her eyes, gripping her mug.
"No one…" Kara continued. "No assistant...gets to see how beautiful you are...when you're lying in bed...or on the couch...wearing nothing but that look on your face, the one you're making right now…"
Cat glared, eyes boring into her, lips curling up as she feigned indifference, frowning for only a second as Kara plucked the coffee from her hands and pushed it away, playing with her hair.
"No one gets to hear the sounds you make...when my fingers...are inside you…"
"Someone likes to talk dirty," Cat buzzed. "And is feeling very confident."
"Should I not?" Kara took a step back, though she was pretty sure she wasn't off base. "I mean...I am the only one...right?"
Cat couldn't help but laugh a little, face turning red as she shook out her hair, pulling Kara's body close to hers.
"Because…" Kara continued, her act beginning to fall apart. "I hadn't thought about it until now, but...I mean...if you have other people in your life...I...I guess I could..."
"No," Cat spoke clearly, loudly, wanting to make her point. "Something tells me you couldn't. But it doesn't matter, because you're right. There isn't anyone else."
"Yeah?"
"You've managed my schedule," Cat breathed. "When was the last time you saw me on a date?"
"Um," Kara tried to think, but not too hard. "I guess...never? At least not since I've known you."
"Exactly," Cat nodded. "And do you think I'd just throw myself at my most valued employee, not to mention, the most powerful woman in this city, other than myself, if it was just...some game...a silly whim I had while being forced to shack up here with you?"
Kara bit her lip, beaming at the slew of compliments Cat threw at her even amidst the mild scolding.
"I guess not," she smirked.
"Then I'd say you don't have anything to worry about," Cat huffed, stealing back her coffee, taking another sip, before Kara snatched it away again, grabbing her face, kissing her hard, basking in the feeling of Cat's hands wrapping around her.
She pulled her to her feet, sliding fingers into Cat's hair, burying her face in her neck, kissing her pulse. Cat's hands went straight to Kara's shorts, squeezing her globes as she rose up on tiptoes, trying to maintain some control as Kara's hands slid under the elastic of her shirt.
The familiar, annoying shriek of a phone began buzzing in the other room.
"Uuuuugh," the younger woman sighed, leaning her forehead against Cat's.
"Duty calls," Cat smirked, kissing her again before letting her fetch her phone from the bedroom.
"Hey, Alex," Kara answered.
"We need you at the DEO, now," Alex reported. "We might be onto something."
"Really?" Kara swallowed, suddenly having very selfish, mixed feelings about this whole situation being resolved, knowing that was crazy. "What…"
"I'll tell you when you get here. Bring Ms. Grant with you."
"Of course. On our way," she hung up.
"Have we been summoned to the Bat cave?"
Kara shook her head, glaring playfully.
"That's not funny," she sighed. "We don't talk about Gotham. Not in this house."
"Fine," Cat teased, pulling her shirt over her head, leaving it on the floor. "I guess we'd better get dressed then."
Kara watched the muscles in her back, the shy tease of breasts through her arms, before she disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.