Note: sorry, more angst ahead, but this time we deal only with our two sweet ladies. Standard warning, some mild violence, but rating goes up because I don't believe what follows the nightmare is safe for work. It's also my first time going into such detail in a physical relationship. Okay, on with the story! Hope you like it!

Christmas Fun
Christmas Morning

Kara ran; she was scared, her heart raced, her breath ran short and she knew that her super powers weren't working as usual. Then again, the corridor she was running in, it was made of green kryptonite. But she couldn't stop — wouldn't stop. At the end of the hallway, were Cat and Carter, and they were in danger. She knew it was a trap, of course it was a trap, but not even that knowledge stopped her. Her sister and the organization she worked for or with . . . they were taking too long, and the most important people to Kara didn't have the time.

If time was a currency, I would go bankrupt after getting loans and credit cards, she thought bitterly to herself, because it wouldn't be enough!

So she had no choice, and she would willingly die, if it meant they would be saved, safe and sound. Kara ran, as fast as she could under her current conditions, feeling as if her skin was being peeled from the radiation. She could feel the sunlight of the yellow sun being changed, crippling her. But that didn't make her stop. Not when she was finally so close to the door. Crossing the threshold, she made a sound of relief at finding both, boy and mother, alive. Those who had been hurting the woman she cared for the most stopped and turned to her. One of them a managed to stab her and they all began laughing.

"Red kryptonite," one of them spoke with glee, "evil and without inhibition; can't wait!"

But, while it did tamper with her moral compass and lowered her inhibition, it didn't make her necessarily evil. With the modified green kryptonite already affecting her so directly, she knew only one thing: the ends, justified the means. If she had to kill them all, she would. Part of her didn't want to, the other wanted to show the world what would happen if someone messed around with those who were hers.

"Carter, please close your eyes," she asked, her voice cold and calculating, and while the boy whimpered, he immediately did as told.

"You will not touch him —" Cat began, raging momma lion roaring, but she was effectively silence by a kiss.

The men whistled.

"We don't mind the show, but we can get you someone younger," one of the men remarked, earning laughs and pats from the others.

"No one will touch them," Kara stated, her voice as cold as steel, but a wavering smile of warmth presented itself on her face and laced her tone, and showing clearly in her next words, "she is mine, meaning so is he, and with those news, I have others for you.

"I know you taught me not to bury the lead love, but I can't help myself," she whispered to the woman, kissing her tenderly again before standing and turning to face the men, "I, don't share."

She made easy work of them, killing them without hesitation, using her strength fully and throwing them into the hall outside. Her fears confirmed, they were indeed the scum of her world, she knocked them unconscious and teared at their flesh, leaving them to die. The leader left, she made her choice; now with that man she took complete and utter pleasure in exposing his chest and placing a huge chunk of green kryptonite right over his heart. Right after breaking his legs, arms, and preventing his torso from moving. That done, she returned to the woman who held her heart, and although the radiation exposure of the green helped neutralize the red, she was still restless, her inhibition still not entirely back.

"Cat, I need you," she began, going to the woman and holding her tight. "I need you."

"Well Supergirl, I would love to help but I refuse to leave my son —"

"I don't care —!" She growled but her words only enraged the woman further.

"Well, I do! And I'm not here to do as you please, either!"

Without hesitation, she took the woman's wrist in her hands as she pushed the woman against the wall. Even without inhibition, the love she had prevented her from hurting. Without further words, she claimed a kiss, and once they had dueled with their tongues and she forced the older woman into submission, did she release the wrists. She kissed each, proud and smug at the lack of visible marks, then proceeded to brand her boss as her own. No one should try to take this woman, else there would be hell to pay. The hickey was the first bruise she inflicted on the woman, and she was damn proud of her handiwork.

"Wipe that smug smile," Cat demanded with a scowl, "I don't appreciate being branded like cattle."

"Not even enjoyed the branding?" Kara inquired sweetly, grinning ferociously, and positively beaming at the blush. "Ah, and the cat reveals its colors. Tell me, are those stripes, or spots?"

"Mom's a tiger!" Carter spoke, hoping to be helpful.

"Carter!" Cat hissed.

"I totally agree," Kara grinned, earning a groan. "Come, let's get out of here."

She once again beamed, but this time it was directed at the two humans. Once outside, she ignored everything and everyone, her hands roaming the delicious form of the woman she loved. She growled at everyone who tried to approach them, cupping the woman's sex gently but the gesture was possessive enough, her other hand going to the breast while she nuzzled the exposed neck.

Suddenly they were lying on a bed, and Kara decided to enjoy the rest of her dream.

Meanwhile, Cat woke up with a moan. A gentle hand was cupping her center, while another was tenderly cupping a breast, gently rubbing the skin near her areola, but not quite touching it. The soft pressure made her gasp and open her eyes. When had her assistant spooned her?

For her part, Kara was caught in another dream, or such was the thought; she couldn't open her eyes after all. The scent, the feeling of the skin beneath her digits, the taste . . . her tongue laid over the pulse point, bit it delicately and exhaled before switching of breast and her other hand moved beneath the thin cloth that separated her from the heated core and questing fingers. In a single move, Kara moved the older woman over her to gain more access, tangling their legs and spreading them further; plenty of access. She licks her lips.

Cat tried to speak but, those digits on her breast finally began approaching where she wanted them, specially those beneath her waistband as they took some moisture, rubbing it. Her hips thrust of their own accord and she groaned with barely contained need. Apparently, that was all the incentive her young, new lover needed, and now there was grinding from behind and gentle, deep thrusting from front, and pinching. What is she doing to me?! Cat could only think that briefly as her pulse was assaulted by that ravenous mouth. Another light bite, only that now, Kara sucked on it and sucked hard. That was her undoing.

Assaulted from all fronts (odd expression, considering it was from front, back, and so to speak, top) she barely managed to force her companion's head to turn around so their mouths could finally meet in one languid kiss. Now, that mouth was sucking on her tongue, and she was glad that her moan was swallowed by the other woman. Kara had stopped all movement, as though finally realizing it was more than a dream, but her eyes were shut; why had she been crying in her sleep?! She gently stroked the warm and wet wall with her fingers, brushing against a rough spot, her upper hand going to the other breast as she forgot all about air. Never mind that she could hold her breath for much longer, she had no idea that the lack of oxygen also prompted the woman over her into another, earth-shattering orgasm.

Finally releasing the mouth, Kara kept her lips close, only relaxing once she felt the ragged breaths from the other woman. She delicately pinched and pulled the nipple she had been caressing, purring at the mewling sound that came from the other woman's throat. How naïve she was at the thought that all her problems had ended once James had arrived, and her attraction to him had made itself known, when she had always known she liked women; all her teacher crushes had been women and she had an inate affinity to the female form. But she had to try and blend in, thus not try to give in to those . . . urges, not even in college. Now, she had lost control, and she had no regrets.

"Kara . . . ." The breathless way her name was uttered, left her breathless. "No! Don't, don't move your hand, not yet please I — I've never reached an orgasm so quickly, or so many in a row."

"Are you okay?" Kara asked softly, leaving her hand snugly fit, loving the way it felt to be touching the center of the woman who was with her. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh no darling," Cat replied in a husky tone, still boneless, "it was perfect.

"Just kiss me," she requested gently, and before she could say anything else, she was kissed, and into it she sighed in relief. She softly removed the hand, smiling into the whimpering sound from her lover, before turning around and placing her forehead against her assistant, nestling between those gorgeous thighs. She would have to figure out their new work dynamic, although maybe they wouldn't have to. "Oh love, thank you, just hold me okay?"

"Of course, and thank you," Kara replied, rounding her arms on the lovely waist, frowning a bit. She became almost frantic when she felt tears falling on her face, and although it helped her clear her eyes and open them, she soon smiled at the eyes filled with love gazing down on her. "Are you okay? Sure I didn't hurt you? I'm not going to ask about sexual harassment, I would apologize but I can't, and this is going to sound so strange, specially at this point but — how do you feel about skin to skin contact?"

Cat began laughing, moving to hold the shoulders close. How could she have fallen for such an adorable, kind-hearted human (although she had her doubts) being, it was no mystery, but how that wonderful creature could possibly return such affections was truly beyond her. Going back to look at that beautiful face, she held it close and kissed her deeply again, moaning and loving the way the younger woman dominated. Honestly, she was a demi-sexual, and although Carter's father was but her best friend since childhood, she had been too preoccupied over her career to worry about experimenting in college. But the bond she had with Kara was . . . it exceeded everything she had ever expected.

"Time," Cat panted, finally gathering the strength to pull away; how someone could hold their breath for so long, she was going to have to figure out, "to return, the favor dear."

"Wha —" Kara inhaled sharply when her boss' hand cupped her core. When had she worked her way beneath the waistband? Those fingers teased her folds, and without prompt or further notice, two fingers plunged deep and just as quickly, it was only the tip of the fingers. Her head had fallen back at the feeling, but at once three fingers began thrusting she arched her back and that mouth greedily took her nipple. "Oh, sweet —"

"I'm sorry my dear," Cat said with a wince, yet unable to prevent herself from adding pressure with her own body and thrusting with abandon, "I had no idea, you didn't tell me."

"I guess it's a given deal," Kara swallowed as she added friction and pressure herself. "No woman my age would be a virgin. It completely slipped my mind."

"Oh no darling, that was something I suspected but," she grinned and took her time to suck on the other nipple before continuing, "with the way you worked me, I thought I wasn't your first."

Those words, those eyes, the smell of their bodies, the sweat on their skin, the taste — Cat took her mouth as she came, her silent cry as she finally reached her peak and the subsequent waves of pleasure . . . . Kara feared she had ruined the boxers. Then she remembered how she made Cat ruin her underwear and blushed, now the feeling of how their juices mingled and the scent hit her and she wanted to simple hold the woman tight. But one of her hands was coated, and she didn't dare touch the owner of her heart with such a hand. Not that it was filthy, no, it was the fact that this woman deserved to be treated better.

"Do you have a tissue?" She inquired softly, loving the way their bodies fit. At the questioning look, and afraid to have said something wrong, she racked her brain for another solution; it came rather easily too. "Never mind."

Ignoring the look, she turned towards her hand and licked a single digit. Moaning, she forgot everything else and her sole focus were the juices of the woman she loved. I do love her, don't I? She asked herself, savoring the taste with abandon. Yes, yes I do.

"Kara?" Cat had never seen such display; the way her body reacted to the visual image made her swallow, her heart speed and her breath quicken.

"I need more." All her hand had left, was her own saliva; she wanted more of Cat's essence. "Cat, I need more of you."

"Kara, what do you mean —?" Her breath was taken as the young woman easily flipped them, and without prompting, laid her bare on her back. The groan sent tingles to her toes, just as the moan had. "Kara!"

"Oh right," her tight hold had prevented Cat from covering herself, and had simply stared for rather long. Not really thinking, she only rid herself from her own clothes without real thought before diving right in. "Gods you're beautiful Cat, simply stunning, completely breathtaking."

Those words stunned more, since the woman had definitely been feeling self conscious. But the nipping, licking, biting, sucking and tugging that mouth and tongue did on her breast, made her lose all thought and coherence. Finally, with skin to skin contact, the friction of their lower lips were nothing but a sweet buildup, until Cat felt the need to forget about her companion and simply get down to business herself. Or such was the idea, before those teeth and that tongue reached their final destination. Cat's former, Carter's father with his sweet and tender and completely perfect experiences they had shared, however short, were blown from the earth; she was now forever ruined, and everyone else would pale in comparison to her young lover.

"Oh," was all the air inside her had left for her to summarize the whole toe-curling and mind-blowing orgasmic experience.

"Hmmm?" Kara, finally satisfied and licking her lips in a very feline fashion, realized something and gasped. "I am so sorry my love! Did I hurt you? Are you bruised? Was I too forceful —?"

"Kara love," she finally regained her linguistic abilities and her air, but definitely not her coherence yet, the use of the word was fortunate as well, as apparently it was the only thing that made the younger woman stop, "the only reason why I'll accept that apology, is if it comes with you leaving me —"

"Never!" Was the vehement reply. Then insecurities came out to play. "Unless, of course, I end up being bad for you or you don't want me around, or Carter but I would like to think that —"

"Love," there was the nickname, once again effectively shutting her up. "I need to make myself clear; you are not allowed to leave me, not when I'm clearly going to be unable to function normally without you close.

"Now, the only reason you'd have to worry so constantly over me, my health, and the possibility of you hurting me, is if you can't fully control your own strength," Cat took hold of the arm who had been pinning her waist down, "and I can tell your strength isn't human.

"In order for this relationship —"

"Relationship?" Kara just couldn't believe her ears, but Cat ignored her with ease and practice.

"— to work, there cannot be any more secrets." The meaning was clear. "You seem to forget both, Carter and I, have met you, and while he might have given it up as wishful thinking, I can connect the dots."

"Cat . . . ."

As though knowing what was up, the woman smiled and laced their fingers, before flopping back to the mattress. "Darling love, please come on up? You left me completely and utterly spent."

"If you're too tired to get a shower, I'd be more than happy to join you."

"As long as you hold me close, heart dear, I might take you up on that offer." The cheeky grin was answer enough; she pat the cheek softly with a shake of head. "And I promise, I won't interrupt you again and always value your input. Outside of work. We have to figure that one out.

"And yes, I want a relationship with you and all that could possibly entail when you don that hideous costume of yours," her eyes twinkled with mischief, "or, well, the not hideous one."

Kara just laughed, holding her gently and carrying the woman of her dreams to the bathroom. "When we have more time, we have to get to know this bathroom deeply, just the two of us my love."

"Hmm, I can see the validity of listening to you outside of work."

Their shower was throughly enjoyed. Kara was unable to quell her need, but it wasn't only the act that she required, it was the emotional connection until Cat made her stop. At the rhythm Kara was going, Cat feared she would be unable to fully function afterwards. It only made the alien worry, enticed her to hold the older woman tight, and once the cold shower had its desired effect, the wondering and rubbing hands would re-ignite the flame, again. Cat felt like a tender flame, with Kara being oil poured over her and stroking and enticing the flame into a bonfire, raging and filled with both, lust and love.

Thus, Kara began to worry that whatever was happening to her now would be something more in line with her alien nature, and she was unable to fully understand it, because there was no one who would be able to fully explain it, or at least no one who would care enough. Not to say her cousin didn't care but, he couldn't know, else he would have sent her a kryptonian message when he sent her her cape, and those who probably knew were the bad guys she had to chase.

"You're too quiet love," Cat remarked, using the dampened mood to their advantage and finally washed their bodies and hair. "I believe that's a bad sign, a very bad sign."

Kara sighed, taking the offered loofa and began washing her heart's back without intention of prolonging their stay beneath the water. "I fear that this might be a condition . . . due to my origin, so to speak."

"Ah," of course Cat understood the unspoken words. "So there's no one back in your home town to ask. That might also have something to do with the fact that you're a woman, while your cousin is a man."

She hadn't thought about it that way, but it made sense, so she nodded. "Kara, darling, I honestly enjoy your effusive nature. I would dare call you nymphomaniac but — well no, you are a nymphomaniac, and that won't be a problem as long as that's directed towards me."

"Really?"

"Oh love, I thought you knew by now," she turned off the shower, "I'm a possessive woman."

Cat left the shower, took a towel and passed the younger woman another.

"My love, when you talk to me that way, you make me want you." Eyes roamed the figure being hidden, using her own towel to dry off her body rather quickly.

"I refuse to bear the blame of your libido. Come, this time you may choose anything to dress."

"Oh, but I would only want to dress you, and that would mean having you naked," Kara was slowly gaining confidence in speaking her mind, and looking at the woman before her, her eyes glassed over and she licked her lips, "and over every surface, claiming you as mine over and over, and over."

Her husky tone had the desired effect, she could see the woman shiver. Now she knew what would be the hardest part at work; not checking the woman out. She frowned at that, for it meant the hardest part before was still the hardest part now, except that now, she knew what was beneath those clothes. She pouted when she noticed the woman was already clothed.

"Since you took your sweet time, I took the liberty of choosing yours," another pair of yoga pants, panties, tank top and a rather lose yet form-fitting kind of sweater. "Since you didn't ask for a bra yesterday, you don't get one today."

Dressing quickly, she followed the other woman, her woman, taking hold of her and gently groping a breast. The gasp was music to her ears and she couldn't help the smile on her face. "You aren't wearing one either, so that's fine by me. I also have the best way to carry you around."

"Wait, what —" but Cat was interrupted as soon as Kara took her and sat her on strong, alien shoulders. "How is this the best way to carry me?"

"Simple! See, here in the kitchen, we prepare meals," Cat huffed as her girlfriend (— yes, girlfriend!) continued explaining, when suddenly she was turned around and the young woman's nose was right between her legs. She gasped and soon, she was lying on the counter with her knees over those strong, alien shoulders. "Gods, you smell delicious."

Just as quickly, Cat found herself dizzy and on her feet being kissed but rather briefly, like the first kiss they shared.

"Kara, you're here!" Carter cried running towards them.

Leaning close, the alien whispered, "I think you might want to explain this to him, before we get caught in a compromising position."

"Indeed . . . ."

It was going to be a long day, and it was barely nine in the morning. Clearly, the excitement of the day before and the late night proved to be a bit too much for her son to handle. He would usually be awake by six, seven at the latests. Small blessings, maybe it would prove that the remainder of the day would be at par and show other blessings. A woman can only hope; Cat frowned at the thought. She was taking her character too close to heart, after all, Miranda Priestly clearly lived on it, hope.