Kara flew them straight up into the night sky. She glanced down once to see Cat's eyes squeezed shut and she smothered the urge to laugh. She was just about to turn course to Cat's apartment, when she felt Cat tug on her suit. She slowed down and looked down at her in question.
"I want to look for a minute."
Kara smiled and righted them, trying to stay as still as possible. Cat's body stayed pressed against her, but she took her head out of the crook of Kara's neck and let herself look out at the city. Kara finally saw the awe in Cat's eyes she'd been waiting for.
"Not quite like your jet, huh?"
"Not quite," Cat murmured, still watching the city with awe. The wind up this high could be fierce without all the buildings to slow it down and it whipped their hair around. Kara reached out and brushed Cat's hair behind her ear. The gesture brought Cat's attention back to her. The joyful look on her face was one Kara had only seen in rare moments when Cat had been particularly victorious. She loved it.
"Miss Grant."
"Cat."
"Cat. Can I kiss you?" It felt ballsy to ask when they still had so much to talk about, but Kara wanted to seize the moment.
"How cliche." But Cat reached out and touched her cheek. "I'd be a fool to refuse though, wouldn't I?"
"I think a lot of people would say so," Kara said with a hopeful glint in her eye.
"I'm not a fool," Cat said, seriously.
"No, you aren't," Kara said, leaning down and meeting Cat's lips. Their noses bumped awkwardly and Kara grimaced, but Cat just laughed against her mouth. Her hand wound into Kara's hair and held her in place as she adjusted her position. Cat mouth moved against hers and she melted into it. Leave it to Cat to take control even when she was completely at Kara's mercy. She really didn't mind.
Kara dropped Cat off at her door and flew up to wait for her to let her in. After a few minutes, she spotted Cat watching her from her balcony on the top floor. She landed softly and followed Cat into the apartment. She was surprised to be led into Cat's bedroom when she knew there was a balcony from the living room. She wondered if inviting her in through her bedroom was another sign of Cat's trust in her.
Cat's suggestive smile seemed to imply more devious motivations. Her own mind was supplying plenty of them as she got her first look at the massive bed Cat slept in. But then Cat went over to her dresser and pulled out some yoga pants and a loose shirt and tossed them her way.
Kara raised her eyebrows at her as she caught them. "Change."
"Why?" Kara asked, crossing her arms while still holding the clothes. She probably looked ridiculous. "Do you find my suit distracting?"
"I want to have this conversation with Kara not Supergirl," Cat snapped back, but her eyes drifted to her legs and Kara knew it was a bit of both.
Kara took her time changing. She needed a moment to collect herself and she was sure Cat did as well. Things had gotten heated between them faster than she had expected up in the air, but they needed to talk. Kara gave one last look to the room that she knew would feature heavily in her fantasies for the next few days and found Cat in the living room.
"Do you at least enjoy the taste of alcohol or would you like some of Carter's apple juice?" Cat asked.
Kara couldn't tell if she was teasing or not so she decided on the scotch just in case. She knew her boss saw right through her as she handed over the glass, but she said nothing.
"So, clearly we have chemistry," Cat said, as she settled onto the couch and folded her legs up under her. She turned toward Kara, catching her grin. "I'm glad you agree. What do you expect to get out our relationship?"
"Um, a relationship? I just want to be around you," Kara said, shifting uncomfortably. "You are kind of making this feel like a job interview. Are you going to ask me where I see myself in the next five years next? "
"Sorry." Cat ran her hand through her hair. "You know how I am."
"Well, I like how you are, but why don't we take this one step at a time. We spend time together. I know you professionally and I want to get to know you more personally."
"Hmm is that what they are calling it these days? I thought Netflix and chill was the more common terminology."
Kara rolled her eyes. "Not like that."
"So what? Go on dates?" Cat asked, curiously.
"Maybe? That'd be a little hard I guess with the press. At least right now. While I'm your assistant I mean."
"We can stay in. Order potstickers. You know my schedule. Add yourself in," Cat said, waving her hand dismissively as if she hadn't just revealed that she knew Kara's favorite takeout order. Kara grinned and wondered how much Cat had really paid attention over the years.
"How romantic. I won't be able to do that if I'm not your assistant anymore," Kara said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, hopefully your replacement will be just as capable as you."
"What will you tell Carter?"
"The truth. Eventually. He likes you. That's a good sign. He hated John Stamos," Cat said, looking thoughtful. "I know you are close with Adam, but can you wait to talk to him about this?" Cat asked.
"Of course," she said. "He's my friend, but I wouldn't want to do anything to mess with your relationship with him."
"Thank you." Cat glanced down at the CatCo magazine on her table. "I'd also prefer if you didn't discuss it with James of the hobbit. I know they are your friends and don't want you to have no one to talk to about this, but there are a lot of… complications surrounding our involvement."
"I understand. I can keep a secret." Cat looked skeptical and Kara remembered her earlier messages to Lucy. Cat's eyebrows raised at her grimace. "Ok, so maybe I can't. I told Lucy."
"Lane?" Kara nodded, woefully, but Cat appeared thoughtful. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to have my lawyer know."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything until we talked about it."
"It's okay, Kara," Cat said, placing her hand on Kara's. She hadn't even realized it had been bunching up the borrowed pants. "I'm glad you have someone to talk to." She relaxed the grip as Cat turned her hand and laced their fingers together.
Cat sighed. "I don't want you to have to keep it a secret. I don't want you to be my dirty little secret. I wouldn't even ask you to do this if you weren't my assistant. Even though it's 2016, it's still unfortunately salacious to a lot of people that two women—" Cat cleared her throat. "Care about each other. No one would bat an eye if I were a man."
"It's okay."
"It's not."
They sat quietly, just holding hands. It felt surprisingly easy for once. Cat looked at her assistant and wondered what the girl really saw in her. Sure, she was amazing, but she came with a lot of baggage. She supposed her baggage could be seen as a lot less than Kara's in some ways. The responsibility that Kara carried was far greater than her own and that was not underestimating her own responsibility as media gatekeeper. She held more responsibility than most. It could explain why she was so attractive to the girl.
She understood the burden on her shoulders better than anyone her own age could possibly begin to. They were all more worried about getting their chance to change the world to even really consider what it would be like to actually be capable of bringing about great change.
Kara was still new to the idea, but she was learning fast and at great expense to her own life. Cat hoped she'd be able to minimize the losses. The idea filled her with pride. She wanted to be the one that Supergirl relied on to make things easier. She wanted to make things easier for Kara.
Well, not exactly easier. Smoother might be the better word.
"Your sister seems like someone that could keep a secret," she finally said.
"She is." Kara grinned and fell back against the seat. She tilted her head toward Cat. "I haven't told her yet. She's going to want to meet you."
"Haven't we already met?"
"She didn't get a chance to pull the older sister routine on you then."
"Well, I'm sure Carter can muster up a man of the house lecture for you in retaliation."
"I look forward to it," Kara said.
Cat reached out and stroked the smooth skin of her cheek. It amazed her how soft it felt especially knowing that the skin under her fingers was virtually indestructible.
Kara was strong, brave, and the kindest person she had ever known. She inspired her to be her best self and she felt like she was always learning from her, both as Supergirl and her assistant and now her lover. She leaned forward and Kara did as well.
"We're really going to do this?" Kara asked.
"Yes," Cat said, pushing forward and claiming her lips for the second time that night. Kara's lips parted for her and she seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Kara's hands settled on her back and pulled her in. She tangled her hands in the loose blonde hair and scratched her nails across her neck wondering how sensitive Kara's skin actually was. Based on the groan it drew out of Kara, it was going to be fun to find out.
Kara's hand drifted to her lower back as she pressed forward and a nibble to her bottom lip had her arching into her. Kara's whimper as they pressed together threw her inhibitions out the window and into Kara's lap desperate to be closer. Kara didn't have the guts to push her down onto the couch and she needed to feel more of the girl against her. Her hands slid up the loose t-shirt. It had been a bit of a thrill to see Kara in her clothes, but as her hands wandered the warm smooth skin she knew if they didn't stop now, they might not at all.
She pulled back and took Kara's face in her hands. "We should stop." Kara's face immediately dropped into a pout and her hands fell to Cat's thighs. So much for prairie girl innocence. "You were the one that said that you weren't that kind of girl and any more of this and I won't be able to stop myself from making sure I corrupt every last bit of purity you have left."
"I'm not a virgin!"
Cat's head fell back with a laugh. "Oh Kara, the things I'm going to do to you."
Kara swallowed noticeably. "You are going to have to get out of my lap or I'm going to let you."
"Are you entirely sure you don't want to let me?"
"No, but maybe we should slow down just a little bit."
Cat leaned in for a quick kiss, that she couldn't help but let linger, before sliding out of Kara's lap.
"So what should I call you? My girlfriend?"
Cat grimaced. "That sounds so childish."
"Partner? Lover?"
Cat groaned as she fluffed her hair. The lipstick she had reapplied at the office was long gone at this point. "I suppose girlfriend will do."