Kara swept in through the window just as the sun began to set, feet hitting the ground, taking in the aroma of roasted tomatoes and spice, the soft stirrings of jazz traveling to her ears from the speakers in the kitchen.
"Wow," she breathed, wrapping her arms around Cat's waist, pressing up behind her as she stood in front of the stove. "It smells amazing in here. What is it?"
"Moroccan chicken," she answered, closing her eyes, leaning back against the touch. "In the tagine we picked up there last week."
"See?" she smirked, spinning Cat around, draping her arms behind her neck. "And you didn't want to go because you thought we couldn't make it back in under two hours."
"I admit it," Cat rolled her eyes. "I may still be getting used to the perks of dating a superhero, but...I can't complain."
Kara smiled, eyes twinkling as she brought her lips to Cat's, planting the softest of kisses there before melting deeper, hands smoothing down the back of her tight coral dress. Cat pulled her closer, returning the kiss with fervor, letting her hands fall to Kara's red skirt, squeezing the ample flesh below.
"Carter's still here," she whispered, remembering herself, gently pushing away.
"Ah," Kara backed up a bit. "I should change…"
"Supergirl!" the young boy came flying from the other room.
"Hey, Carter!" Kara smiled a little awkwardly, stepping another inch further from Cat. "How are you liking your new place?"
"It's okay," he shrugged, trying to act cool.
"Just okay?" Cat folded her arms across her chest. "It better be more than that for the price I paid."
"It's nice," he rolled his eyes. "I'm closer to school now, which is good."
"Where are you off to?" Kara asked.
"Coldplay concert," he grinned. "Mom hooked us up with tickets, but dad's taking me."
"Awesome!" Kara beamed. "I hope you enjoy it."
"Thanks," he nodded, turning to Cat. "Tell Kara I won't forget her t-shirt."
He briefly stole a look back at Supergirl, almost as if to gauge her reaction. Kara swallowed.
"I will," Cat smirked, pulling him in for a hug, planting a kiss on top of his head.
"Gotta go," he broke free. "See you later. Bye, Supergirl!"
"Be careful!" Cat called after him. "Love you!"
"Love you too," he waved shyly, sprinting out the door.
"Dammit," Cat shook her head. "He's turning into a teenager faster than I can plug my ears every time he blasts that stereo I never should have given him."
"That's not our only problem," Kara laughed, leaning back against the center island. "I think he knows."
"Knows what?"
"That I'm...me!"
"No he doesn't," Cat insisted, turning back to the stove, opening the lid to the tagine. "He might be slightly curious, but I can't pick up on any sense that he knows. Besides, he'd tell me if he did."
"Are you sure?" Kara questioned. "Because maybe he knows he's not supposed to know, so he's just pretending not to know...when he really knows."
"You're making me dizzy," she huffed, pouring the delicious dinner she'd prepared into bowls, followed by two glasses of sauvignon blanc. "And giving him way too much credit. He may be brilliant, but he's also twelve. His attention span is shorter than Taylor Swift's latest fling, and that's saying something."
"Okay, mean," Kara cringed, zipping into the bedroom, changing into yoga pants and a grey cotton tank. "And not true. He's going to put it together eventually. He didn't even ask why I was here."
"True," Cat sighed as they sat down. "Maybe he has figured it out. Should we tell him? I don't want him thinking I don't trust him, but he's already dealt with a lot of change recently."
"I don't know," Kara shook her head. "At least he took the news about us really well."
"Of course he did," she breathed. "He's had more friends come out as gay since preschool than I've known my entire life. I had no doubt he'd accept it...even if he was slightly heartbroken."
Kara blushed, taking a sip of wine, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Still," she sighed. "If he knows I'm Supergirl...I just don't want the secret to be a burden, or worse, put him in more danger than I already have just by living here."
"We're doing everything we can to prevent that," Cat reminded. "Keeping your place as a decoy, making sure we leave the office at different times."
"I know," Kara shook her head. "But…if anything ever happened, to either of you, because of me...I don't know what I…"
"Kara," Cat hummed, reaching across the table, taking her hand. "The most important thing you can do to protect us is be here, with us. Whatever villains might lie ahead pale in comparison to what happens when we run from the lives we're meant to live. Remember that."
"I do," Kara smiled, squeezing her hand. "Every day."
"Now if you don't taste this, I'm going to assume you don't like it," she huffed, digging in with her own fork.
Kara scooped some of the stew into her mouth. The meat was so tender it fell right apart, dissolving pleasantly as hints of turmeric, cinnamon and clove stunned her tastebuds.
"Whoa," she chewed, closing her eyes, leaning back in her seat. "Oh my...mm.."
"Noises of praise, I'm assuming?"
"It's unbelievable!" she covered her mouth as she chewed. "Seriously? When in your crazy, jet-setting, empire-building life did you find time to learn how to cook like this?"
"I just picked it up, here and there," Cat shrugged. "Having access to some of the best chefs in the world doesn't hurt. Ina used to send recipes to try before including them in her books. I had Massimo Bottura give me a private lesson once, before he moved to Italy. It's really not that difficult."
"Yeah, okay," Kara balked. "I can't handle how good this is. I'm gonna need you to make it at least once a week."
"Don't push it," Cat narrowed her eyes.
"Fine," she laughed. "I just...can't help...but pinch myself."
"Really," Cat breathed. "If I knew you would react like this, I would have started bringing lunch to the office years ago."
"That's not what I mean," Kara bit her lip. "This is good...but...together, with everything else…it's just...perfect."
Cat continued watching her, taking bite after bite, closing her eyes, cheeks turning pink as she spooned the warm broth into her mouth. Her joy was contagious, the way she oozed with gratitude over the littlest things, taking everything they'd been given, everything she'd been dealt throughout her life, all the ups and downs, with more grace and humility than Cat ever knew was possible.
"I've been thinking about redesigning the food section of the magazine," she mused, crossing her legs, taking another sip of wine. "If I decide to move ahead, could you be persuaded to leave event planning behind?"
Kara slowly looked up from her bowl, dropping her utensils. Her mouth opened slightly, eyes glistening.
"I..." she swallowed. "Do you really think...what exactly would I…"
"I'd start you off as a writer," she offered. "Clearly, you've got the talent, and the interest. I'd need to hire someone else as editor first, someone with more experience in the culinary world, but that doesn't mean there wouldn't be room for you to grow, too. If that's what you want."
"Cat," she breathed. "This is...yes. Yes, I would l love that. Thank you!"
She jumped out of the chair, throwing her arms around her. Cat couldn't help but smile broadly as she leaned in, tossing her napkin on the table, rising to her feet.
"This isn't because you're sleeping with me," she sighed. "You've earned it. Of course, having someone else as your direct supervisor can't hurt."
Kara held her tightly, taking a deep breath before pulling back so she could look into her eyes, green and deep as they were effervescent. She held her cheek bones, tracing her thumbs against her skin, playing with the neck of her dress, running her fingers against her collarbone.
"I appreciate that, Ms. Grant," Kara whispered, biting her lip. "But...I can still thank you...because you're sleeping with me...can't I?"
Cat's breath caught as Kara dipped to her neck, sucking her pulse point, lavishing it with her tongue as she rolled it across her skin, before biting down. Her knees bent, giving out a little as the younger woman continued to tease, trailing her hands down her arms, wrapping them snugly behind her back.
"Aaah," Cat breathed. "You can thank me...any way you'd like."
Her head fell back as Kara persisted with kissing her neck, letting her hands roam over her waist, up her long, sculpted stomach.
"I crave you," Kara whispered. "When we're apart...even for just a little while...I…"
Cat pushed her back against the nearest wall, burying her hands in her long, blonde waves, kissing her lips like she hadn't tasted them in weeks, softly parting them with her tongue, before moving her hands to her strong, muscular shoulders.
They found their way down the long hall with its mix of modern art and folk fixtures, scattering clothes across the floor, until they made it to the bedroom. Kara continued the siege against her neck, pulling her close from behind again, letting their warm, naked frames press together, the feeling of Cat's buttocks against her thighs deepening the ache she felt swelling within.
Gently, she pushed Cat down onto the bed, stretching her slender limbs across the plush, white comforter, before crawling up her body. She started at her cheek, caressing her skin with fingers and kisses, trailing down to her neck. Cat arched into the mattress, goosebumps painting themselves across her flesh as Kara continued kissing down her long, smooth spine, stopping at each vertebra, until she came to the dimples at her lower back. She let her breasts hover above her ass, nipples tickling, hair teasing, as she traced her lips and fingers down further, hands full with each cheek, kneading and squeezing, licking and breathing her way down to her thighs, traveling south, stopping at the backs of her knees and calves, grabbing hold of her ankles, before returning all the way up to her face.
Cat rolled over on to her back, looking up at the vision above, hair creating a canopy around their faces as their breath picked up, as Kara's hands came once again to her cheeks, and she encircled her with arms ready to hold her for as long as she could.
"I feel like…" Kara whispered, nuzzling her ear. "I've loved you longer than I've known you. Across time and space."
Cat smirked, licking her lips, knowing exactly how she felt without even needing to hear it, feeling it with every empathic cell in her being.
She reached for her face, pulling their lips together, tongues meeting and melding as they lapped against each other, Kara bringing her hand down between them, unable to wait another moment before making Cat shake and shiver the way she'd learned to do, trailing her digits through her taut, slippery wetness.
"God," Cat sucked in the air around them, latching on harder, allowing her hips to fall open as Kara pushed inside with as many fingers as it took to fill her completely. She moved them slowly, pulling out before diving back deeper, curling and pressing, all the while toying with one of Cat's viciously erect nipples, until the sounds she made told Kara she was ready for more.
She increased her speed, slipping in and out as Cat's legs wrapped around her, until they were moving synchronously.
"Unnngh," Cat moaned, fingernails scraping across her back.
Kara used her strength to lift her off the bed, cradling her as her other arm went into overdrive, pumping and flicking until she felt her tense up, swallowing her fingers fully, gripping onto Kara's neck, gasping for breath until her mouth was hanging open, teeth gnashing against her shoulder.
"Aaaahhhng" she breathed. "Kara!"
She thrusted against her hand a few more times until her head fell back again, core tightening, breath catching, as she came.
Kara slowly lowered them onto the pillows, falling next to her, into the crook of her arm, tracing fingers across her chest as she recovered.
"We never...make it to dessert," Cat panted, wiping the sweat from her eyes. "Before ending up in here…"
"Ooo," Kara beamed, pulling her closer. "You made dessert too?"
Cat laughed a little, rolling her eyes as she pulled her in for a kiss.
"You can either go check in the freezer," she smirked. "Or I can give you something else...instead...your choice."
She ran her fingers down to her thigh, teasing, tickling. Kara squirmed away a little before giving in, falling back against the mattress, letting Cat move down her body.
"Can't I…" she whispered shakily. "Have both?"
"Yes…" Cat breathed seductively. "But...which do you want more?
Kara bit her lip as Cat kissed her between her legs, eyelids fluttering, spreading apart as she allowed her to plant her full mouth over her wet, waiting sex, scooting herself closer, giving Cat better access.
"Well," she took a deep breath. "I guess that answers it."
She began licking, torturously, slowly, exploring every inch, every fold, looking closely, bringing her finger just outside her opening, circling, before teasing just the slightest tip inside.
"Ohgod," Kara shook, hands going into her own hair, pulling, before covering her eyes. "Please…"
Cat smirked against her, bringing her tongue back to her clit, sucking down hard before licking it like it would melt if she didn't take all she could before it was gone, moving up and down, all the while continuing to tease her entrance with one curious finger.
"Ungghh," Kara breathed sharply. "Cat...fuck…"
Cat loved hearing her name on her lips, her high-pitched pleas, the way she cursed and moved her swollen, thirsty core ever closer to her mouth, unafraid to show exactly what she needed.
She continued licking, finally pushing inside with her finger, then another, pressing against the aching, pulsing mound deep within, already so tight and desperate to release.
"Cattt…." she breathed again, back arching, nipples pointed towards the ceiling, hands gripping the pillows behind her as she spread further apart, Cat's whipping tongue relentlessly slurping and thrashing fastidiously against her redness, until her fingers were forced out.
Kara shook a few more times, letting out a deep, guttural moan, and then, filling Cat's mouth with the sweet, salty liquid, coating her chin and lips and throat. Her body went still. Her breath slowed.
Cat came up for air, pushing up on her elbows, licking her lips before wiping her mouth on the sheets. She slowly crawled back up the bed, lying next to Kara, kissing her cheek, holding her as she continued to recover.
"There was more that time," Cat smirked, kissing her again. "Either I'm getting better, or you're starting to let go."
"Both," Kara exhaled sharply. "God...I...I just…"
"I love you," Cat whispered in her ear, kissing her there before returning to her lips. Kara kissed her back sweetly, thankfully, dissolving into a smile as she squeezed her small, steady frame, planting pecks on every freckle she could see, the tiny one next to her upper lip, the one on her jaw, before generously pressing against her full, mischievous pout.
"There's ice cream in the freezer," Cat breathed. "I didn't make it, but I'm sure you don't mind."
Kara laughed, kissing her forehead before slipping away to the other room.
"Two spoons!" Cat called after her.
Kara returned with the pint, pulling back the covers, letting them fold themselves underneath before digging in.
"I'm glad we don't have a TV in here," Kara mused. "I mean, sometimes, it might be nice to watch Jimmy Fallon or something while eating ice cream and cuddling, but...it's better this way."
"Yes," Cat shook her head. "I have enough screens in my life."
"Speaking of which," Kara started again. "Alex is coming over tomorrow for Game of Thrones. And Winn."
"Great," Cat sighed. "I'll be in Carter's room helping him finish his history project."
"You don't...really mind, do you?"
"No," she grinned. "I'm glad they like coming here."
Kara smiled, spooning another scoop of mint chocolate chip into her mouth.
"Me too," she breathed, putting the carton aside, pulling Cat against her chest, running her fingers through her short, golden strands. "Hey, promise me something?"
"What?" Cat whispered.
"Twenty years from now...I still want to be doing this."
Cat smirked, rolling her eyes as she snuggled closer.
"I'll be seventy then," she breathed. "You'll be in your forties. Will you still be flying around, kicking alien ass and taking names at that age?"
"It's not like I can retire," Kara laughed. "I doubt you will either."
"Point taken."
She ran her fingers across Kara's stomach, holding onto her waist, closing her eyes.
"You didn't really answer my question…"
"This?" Cat whispered. "I don't know, twenty years is a long time…"
Kara froze a little, looking down at the woman in her arms.
"But I plan to do this…" she continued, taking her hand, holding it against her cheek. "Much, much longer."
Kara smiled widely, pulling Cat into her lips, falling deeper, kissing harder, letting go.