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Making one final loop above National City, Kara decides things are calm enough she can call it an early night. She’s already patrolled for a few hours, and nothing in the city sounds bad enough to need Supergirl’s attention. She can take a few hours for herself.
As her flight takes her past the CatCo building, she remembers the stack of papers on her desk she’d meant to bring home with her. Not important, but giving them a quick scan over the weekend will help her come Monday. And since she’s already out, she can pop in real quick and grab them. Just needs a quick change into her Kara Danvers outfit and-
Well, damn.
She’d forgotten to replace the outfit last time she used it. All that’s left is an emergency outfit, a soft and worn set of grey sweatpants with a baby blue t-shirt. Not ideal to be spotted wearing at work, that’s why they were for emergencies only, but it’s late. They’ll do for a quick errand, especially with the building quiet and empty.
Spinning into the casual clothes, Kara winces a little as she realizes there was another reason this outfit was emergency only. The material doesn’t have Kryptonian reinforcement technology built-in like most of her clothing. It makes it a lot softer, and therefore more comfortable, but also does nothing to disguise her figure. And after years of learning all of humanity’s various hang-ups around the human and perceived human figure, it’s better that she only wears this particular outfit around people who already know her secrets.
But still, the place is empty. What harm can it do? So with a look down at the slightly tented fabric of her sweats, Kara just shakes her head slightly and keeps walking. Humans can be so weird about things, honestly. Every other month or so, she has to be particularly careful about her appearance, just to avoid unwanted attention.
Ah, well. Tonight isn’t a night to think about all that. Tonight’s the night to grab those papers and head home. And the quiet is nice, the building comforting in a way that has Kara taking her time as she crosses the bullpen. She never has the chance to just enjoy the space during the day, always too busy with deadlines or tasks to soak it in.
Papers in hand, Kara makes her way back through the bullpen towards the balcony to take off. That’s the one downside to her new office, no windows for quick in/out trips. But at the same time, if there was a window, she wouldn’t have the extra time in the bullpen to enjoy.
Just as Kara reaches her old desk, a heartbeat intrudes on her hearing as it spikes. She keeps a careful track of several in her subconscious, a comforting background to her day. She doesn’t notice them directly most of the time, only when they change drastically—the way this one just did.
Tracking the sound, Kara wants to hide when she realizes it’s closer than she’d thought. Coming from her right, about twenty feet away, and unmistakably Cat’s.
How long she’d been there, Kara doesn’t know. It’s entirely possible they’d shown up around the same time, with Cat slipping into her office while Kara was already through the bullpen. But it’s unlikely. Kara can tune out familiar heartbeats, but the elevator ding through the quiet would be different.
Which means Cat probably saw her land on the balcony and change into this outfit.
She hadn’t said anything, though, so maybe Kara’s wrong. Maybe they did miss each other. Either way, she can’t slip out unnoticed now, so she’ll have to play this off.
Stopping as she reaches her old desk, Kara takes a look around, pretending she’s startled when she looks up to see Cat sitting there. It’s not the most successful act if the look on Cat’s face is anything to go by, but maybe it’ll work. She’s at least got to try.
A single nod is all it takes for Kara to push open the glass door, walking into the familiar office. Walking inside with a sheepish grin, she waits for Cat to start. It’s always safer that way.
“What brings you to CatCo this late, Supergirl?” Cat asks, shooting a pointed look between the glasses perched on Kara’s face and the papers in her hand.
At least, the look starts there, but Kara can’t miss when it slides from the papers over, centering firmly on the bulge in her pants. And if not for the barely suppressed heat in Cat’s eyes, Kara would feel embarrassed. She knows how touchy humans can be about body differences, but Cat doesn’t seem to have that issue right now.
With Cat clearly knowing, Kara weighs her options for a moment. She’s convinced her once, but Kara’d never known how effective it actually was. Even after ‘convincing’ Cat, there’d been too many knowing comments. And yet, she’d never outright pushed again. Not until Kara was foolish enough to land on CatCo’s balcony in plain sight.
Taking a hint of her Supergirl strength, bolstered by the heat still in Cat’s eyes as her gaze keeps dipping, Kara throws caution to the wind. “I finished my patrol early and needed some papers before Monday’s staff meeting.”
There, it’s out. No taking things back now. Not that Kara particularly wants to. Not after juggling her secret for years now.
Cat smirks, shifting in her seat with clear smugness at finally getting her way. It’s her favorite thing, and Kara knows the move well. What she wasn’t expecting was to practically feel the move, her sweats giving a definite twitch as Kara takes in the sight.
Not that it should be that surprising, Kara thinks to herself as they both freeze, Cat’s eyes dropping once more to center on the barely concealed bulge in Kara’s sweats. She’s always been attracted to Cat, and there’s nothing hotter than a Cat Grant who’s just gotten something she wants. No matter what she’s wearing, it’s the attitude more than anything else. Supremely satisfied and utterly self-confident, Cat in a mood like this is nothing if not hot as hell. And certain parts of Kara’s anatomy know that more than others.
“I suppose it is Friday,” Cat says after a moment of quiet, still staring. “I can’t chastise you for the attire when it counts as Casual Friday, now can I?”
The hint of heat that Cat puts into the word chastise has Kara’s brain flashing through a dozen different scenarios, and this time it’s more than a twitch in her pants. This time it’s definite growth, and Kara can’t help the flush that rises to her cheeks as she debates what to do.
With Cat staring at her so fixedly, there’s no hiding the reaction. No playing it off, and hiding it behind the papers in her hand would be as good as an admission. But what’s the alternative? She can fly off, but that won’t make Cat unsee the growing erection. She can turn, but same thing there. She’s well and truly caught, and this time it’s not a secret they’ve both known for months.
“How the hell do you hide that thing?” Cat asks while Kara’s still thinking furiously. “God, Kara. I knew you were Super, but that…”
Kara’s not ashamed of her body in the slightest, of course. It’s hers, and she’s damn proud of the way she looks. Especially when she’s at her most Kryptonian, the way she is now. So dammit, she will not let the standards this world tried to teach her send her cowering. Especially not when it doesn’t seem Cat minds.
So rather than shrinking back, Kara stands tall. She lets the hand holding her papers fall to her side and meets Cat’s gaze head-on. “There’s Kryptonian technology in my clothing. It was considered bad form to show anything so visible during formal occasions, so we developed clothing that looks natural even in Earth styles, but that can hold back any sign during the months I need it. It has been helpful on Earth, with so many who would judge someone based on their body.”
Kara knows she sounds overly stuffy right now, but she can’t help it. She always does when she remembers Krypton, the old formality slipping into place like a comfortable jacket. This is who she is, no matter what roles she plays from day to day.
And no matter how much her erection keeps growing as it tents the thin material of her sweats.
“Well then, it really is a good thing this is Casual Friday, isn’t it?” Cat asks as she stands from behind the desk, walking slowly around it and towards Kara. “And how lucky we both are for that.”
“Miss Grant?” Kara asks, not entirely sure where this is going. She has some ideas, but she can’t be sure they aren’t just fantasies pretending to be rational thoughts.
Cat smirks as she finally stops right in front of Kara, just far enough from her to be considered proper. And yet, with Kara’s length jutting between them, even with that space she still feels close. “I think you should call me Cat. After all, it’s very casual in here tonight, isn’t it?”
Kara can only nod silently, fighting to keep from pressing forward. This is Cat on the prowl, and Kara isn’t immune to that siren song. Not when she’s already feeling the need growing along with her cock.
“I have to ask, Kara. This… reaction of yours… is it because of me?”
Nodding, Kara tries to make her mouth work. “Yes, Cat.” Her voice sounds rough, and Kara swallows a few times before trying again. “I’m sorry if it’s unwelcome,” she really doesn’t think it is, but hedging her bets, “but it’s definitely because of you.”
“Good.”
And with that, Cat is leaning forward to kiss her, moving slowly enough Kara can meet her halfway. And oh, how heavenly it feels when they’re finally pressed against one another, Cat’s heels meaning Kara’s cock settles firmly in the juncture of Cat’s thighs. Right where she can feel the warmth of Cat against her, even through a few layers of fabric.
Between that and the heat in their kisses, Kara very quickly starts to feel lightheaded. Even more so when Cat’s hands start to wander.
They don’t stray over the line just yet, but even the feel of hands running across her back has Kara growing ever harder. And when they slip over her shoulders and down towards her breasts, again slowly enough Kara has every chance to react if she wants to stop them, Kara doesn’t think she can get harder.
Cat is amazingly talented, and the feeling of hands cupping her chest before fingers begin to rub against her nipples is intoxicating. But not so much Kara can’t return the favor. Her own hands aren’t idle, one hand slipping between them as best she can around Cat’s arms to give Cat the same attention, and the other moves to Cat’s ass with a light squeeze.
That has the side effect of pushing them closer together, and Kara has to break the kiss to moan at the feeling against her cock. She hopes to Rao and every god in the Kryptonian pantheon that this isn’t as far as things go tonight because if it is, she might just combust.
The sound must do something to Cat because the next thing Kara knows, she’s been pushed down onto one of the couches. And then Cat is settling in her lap, and Kara knows she was wrong. Because she absolutely can get harder. A fact that’s proven twice over when Cat starts to grind down a little as their kisses pick up where they’d left off.
They aren’t as deep this time, not when Kara’s struggling to remember how to breathe. Cat feels too good like this, pressed against her so firmly. There isn’t room between their bodies for hands any more, and Kara has to content herself with two hands on Cat’s ass. Not that it’s exactly a consolation prize, not when the grip helps her guide Cat’s movements as she continues the slow grinding against Kara’s dick.
“I need you to tell me now if this is all you want from tonight,” Cat gasps out as their kisses trail off once again. It echoes Kara’s earlier thinking exactly, and Kara spares a second to thank Rao that they seem to be on the same page.
Forcing her hands to still so she can hopefully form words without the distraction of Cat Grant rocking against her erection, Kara finds it isn’t as helpful as she’d thought. True, the movement was extremely distracting. But now her length has settled directly against Cat’s warmth, which is a distraction all on its own.
“I don’t want to stop,” she manages, nearly losing her train of thought when Cat gives her a smirk. “I want you, but what do you want?” She’s proud of herself for getting that out, knowing that whatever is happening between them needs to be fully mutual.
Which is why Kara moves her hands without complaint when Cat moves to stand up, though she can’t stop the whimper that slips out at the feeling of cold air rushing into the space left behind. The temperature change is shocking, and if she were any less turned on, it might actually cool the passion.
Cat’s next actions stop any chance of that from happening though, not when that smirk is still on her face as she walks slowly back towards her desk. One hand reaches up to tease at her zipper, tugging it down a few inches so the fabric loosens.
“What I want, Kara, is for you to fuck me on this desk. How does that sound to you?”
***
Cat knows she’d taken a risk when she moved away from Kara. A small one, perhaps, but still a risk. The heat between them kept building the longer they made out on the couch, but Cat wants more than that. She thinks Kara does too, but she doesn’t want to presume anything. Maybe she was down for a little office make-out session, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to move past that stage and into anything more.
Hopefully, they’re on the same page and what Cat wants is what they both want. If not, well, it won’t be the first time she’s been turned down.
Their loss.
The longer Kara takes to respond, the more Cat worries she’d misread the situation. But she won’t push, not beyond the few inches she’d unzipped so far. Right now they’re still in relatively safe territory; with some of the dresses Cat’s worn over the years, this isn’t anything Kara hasn’t seen before. It’s an entirely new situation, yes, but not an unfamiliar sight.
Then Kara is standing, nodding for a moment before finding her voice again. “That sounds perfect.”
If not for the heat still sizzling between them, Cat would say the words sounded almost too pure. Kara always seemed too good to be true, no matter how many times Cat saw the proof. It’s a persona that’s apparently hard to shake off entirely, but Kara seems to be giving it a good shot anyway.
So Cat loosens the zipper a little more, keeping a smirk on her face as she watches Kara’s eyes track her neckline’s slow descent. It’s a struggle to keep her own eyes up, but it should pay off in the end. Besides, staring at the obvious tent in Kara’s sweats won’t do much for her staying power. And while Cat definitely hopes she’ll get off more than once tonight, that doesn’t mean she wants to rush the first time.
How embarrassing would it be to come the second Kara slips inside her?
Once Cat finally loosens the zipper enough she can slip her arms out of the dress, she does. It won’t be on much longer now anyway, and there’s no sense holding out for more teasing. Not tonight. Maybe next time, assuming there is one, she can determine exactly how patient Kara can be. There are other priorities tonight.
The stare Kara sends her way is a reward all its own, as is the way she crosses the distance between them without hesitation. That’s all the encouragement Cat needs to let the dress fall, leaving her in nothing but bra and panties as she waits for Kara’s next move.
That move, perhaps unsurprisingly, is another kiss. This time there’s far less between them, but Cat still wishes it were nothing. Only knowing that’s still ahead keeps her from getting too impatient. That and the way Kara’s slipped a hand between them to palm at her breast. Cat’s always been sensitive, and none of her past partners gave her breasts the attention they deserve. Kara, thankfully, seems to be the opposite.
Before Cat quite realizes what’s happening, Kara has her bra unhooked and hanging loosely between them, using the added slack to get fingers on her nipple. Gentle rolling motions alternate with pinches and tweaks, staying just on the right side of pain. Kara is already a master of reading her reactions, and that skill translates effortlessly to this new dance between them.
Not one to be left behind, Cat lets the bra fall to the ground before reaching for the hem of Kara’s shirt. Kara’s attention feels nice, but Cat’s never been one to lie back and let her partner do all the work. Cat wants to touch as much as she wants to be touched, and for that she needs Kara’s shirt out of the way.
That done, Cat settles back against the desk so she can lean back and take in the sight. No matter how she’s tried to distract herself, she’s known for years that beneath the cardigans and kindergarten teacher fashion, Kara has to be stunning. She just wasn’t prepared for how stunning.
The ‘casual’ part of the ensemble apparently extended to bras, because once the loose t-shirt has been tossed aside, Kara is bare from the waist up. Nothing is blocking Cat’s view, and it takes a few moments before she can recover enough to move.
This time both hands move to Kara’s breasts, cupping them for a moment before pinching both nipples. Knowing Supergirl can take it, Cat puts a bit more force into the move, drawing a hiss from Kara’s lips before her hips rock forward.
That’s all Cat needs to be reminded of what’s still coming, but there’s no sense in rushing. Not when there’s perfection like this in front of her. Why skip some amazing foreplay just to rush the main event?
Ignoring the way she’s currently clenching around nothing, Cat leans forward to take a nipple between her lips, sucking firmly as she keeps up her efforts on Kara’s other breast. Her now free hand traces along the defined lines of Kara’s abs, resting for a moment at the waistband of those sweats.
The last line between them, and Cat wants to draw it out.
Kara obviously has a different opinion, and with a loud moan at the touch of Cat’s hand, she reaches between them herself to pull that waistband just far enough down for her cock to spring free. With the still limited space between their hips, that means it’s resting against Cat’s stomach, tempting her to look down and take it in.
With a last few teasing circles of her tongue around Kara’s nipple, Cat finally gives in and does just that. The warmth from the length currently pressed against her is too much to deny for long. And she’s not disappointed.
Just like everything about Kara, the length resting between them is near perfect. Not long enough or thick enough to cause discomfort, but definitely enough Cat will be feeling it after this. Just the size she prefers, really. And with a nice curve that Cat can already tell will hit all the right spots.
“Exquisite.” Cat doesn’t realize she’s spoken until Kara shifts, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face as Cat looks up. “Like I said before, Super indeed.”
The embarrassment lingers for a second before being replaced by determination, and the next thing Cat knows, she’s being kissed with enough passion to rival their previous kisses combined. It drives the heat between them a few degrees higher, and Cat finds herself nearly light-headed with need.
Need Kara seems to echo, if the way her hips start to roll is any indication, and Cat manages just enough conscious thought to slip a hand between them. She can’t resist giving Kara’s length a few teasing pumps as she goes, grinning into the kiss as Kara lets out a muffled groan of pleasure.
Sooner than she’d like, but knowing any longer and things might be over before they start, Cat moves on. Sliding her panties to the side, she once again reaches for Kara’s length. This time there’s no teasing, just guiding it into place against her wetness.
The sudden sensation has Kara’s hips bucking forward, her tip just barely pressing inside Cat. This time it isn’t only Kara that moans, Cat letting out a gasp at the sudden stretch. It’s exactly what she wanted, exactly what she’d hoped for when making her move, but also somehow more.
“Cat-”
This time it’s a plea, and Cat presses a messy kiss to the slope of Kara’s breast before she can answer. “Go, Kara.”
That’s all it takes for Kara to start pushing forward, sliding slowly into Cat at a pace that should be criminal. Cat doesn’t want slow right now; she wants hard and fast. And yet, she wouldn’t trade this for anything. The long, slow stretch of Kara sinking inside allows her to feel every inch.
It should be too much sensation. Too slow, too much stretch. Instead, it’s slowly driving Cat out of her mind in the best possible way.
Their current position doesn’t lend itself well to what they’re doing, and Kara lets out a whine when she’s pushed forward as far as she can go. Grinding forward doesn’t help, and there are still a few inches left before she can bottom out.
That’s clearly unacceptable, and the few bits of Cat’s brain not currently focused on chanting Kara’s name try desperately to find a solution. Almost without realizing it, Cat reluctantly abandons her position against Kara’s chest to lean back.
The slow shift in angle has them both moaning louder than is perhaps smart, even given their deserted surroundings. Neither can bring themselves to care, though. Not when it feels this good.
Once she’s fully back on the desk, Kara leans forward to rest her hands next to Cat’s shoulders as Cat wraps her legs around Kara’s waist. The shift allows those last few inches to get inside, finally sating that need for them both.
The feeling of Kara’s sweats against her thighs gives a counterpoint to the feeling of hardness resting inside her. The fabric is soft, comfortable, and just the right kind of distracting to keep Cat from coming instantly like she’d feared. This way, she can focus on more than just the pleasure as Kara starts to thrust.
And oh, what pleasure that is.
While obviously carefully controlled, Kara’s strength still means Cat can feel the force behind every movement of her hips. Each press forward hits against every sensitive inch of her sex, and every circle as Kara bottoms out sends sparks up her spine.
It doesn’t take long before Cat can’t hold herself back any longer, coming around Kara with a loud groan. She’d wanted to last longer, but Kara feels too good for that. Even now that she’s coming, Kara keeps thrusting gently to help her through it, gentling to a stop once Cat finally relaxes back onto the desk.
Only when she’s finally caught her breath does Cat realize Kara hadn’t come with her. She’s still hard, still buried in Cat’s warmth as she waits for Cat to come down from the high. And rather than being too much where Cat’s still sensitive, it’s sending her right back into her earlier need.
“Too much?” Kara asks as she shifts, biting her lip with the strain of not moving before Cat can answer.
It’s a level of care that’s entirely Kara, and Cat’s momentarily taken aback by the level of warmth that rushes through her at the thought. Not sexual warmth, either. No, this one is all emotional. There’s just something about Kara that draws that out of her, and for the first time tonight, Cat finds herself hoping this isn’t a one-time thing not because the sex is amazing, but because she wants more of Kara in her life. A sobering thought, but not one Cat can hold onto for long. Not when another shift from Kara slides her cock back in the half-inch she’d slipped out. That slight movement is enough to distract Cat from the deeper thoughts entirely.
Cat’s moan has Kara looking worried, so Cat deliberately tightens her legs around Kara’s waist. “Not enough,” Cat challenges, grateful that her voice comes out steady rather than wavering. “I know you can do better than that, Supergirl.”
Between Cat’s encouragement and her own need, Kara doesn’t hesitate before picking up the pace once more. She picks up speed quickly, settling back into a rhythm that’s a little faster than before. And with the increase in speed comes a corresponding increase in force. Cat can absolutely guarantee she’ll be feeling this tomorrow, and she’s already looking forward to it.
But it’s still not enough.
Despite the amazing view as Cat watches Kara lean over her, she needs more contact than she’s getting. Sure, watching Kara’s breasts swing with every thrust is a sight Cat will dream of for years, but the same distance that makes it possible is the same distance Cat currently wants to eliminate.
Trying to decide on a course of action as Kara continues to thrust is nearly impossible, and Cat gets sidetracked several times by those same swaying breasts. She can’t resist leaning up slightly to capture one, using teeth and a free hand to hold it steady as Kara rocks into her. Timing her suction to the beat of each push forward has Kara momentarily stuttering in her rhythm, a fact that some part of Cat’s mind takes note of with pride.
But when Kara seems to take it as a challenge, Cat loses that slight clarity. She’s lost in the alternating feelings of fullness and emptiness as Kara’s pace once again picks up. From utterly filled and slightly stretched to empty and missing Kara’s cock inside her, it’s a dizzying spiral between the two extremes. And she loves every moment of it.
With as much pleasure as is rushing through her every time Kara thrusts, it takes a moment for Cat to remember what her goal was. She still doesn’t have much of a plan, but she can’t let herself get distracted. Cat wants to feel Kara against her completely, not just where she’s deep inside.\
Leaning back from where she’d been gasping against Kara’s nipple, too distracted to keep up her earlier ministrations, Cat takes the simplest route and wraps her arms around Kara, pulling her down so their chests press against each other.
Cat settles for placing messy kisses along Kara’s neck, too out of breath for kissing despite their new position making it possible once more. Every few inches she places a firm bite, loving the way it makes Kara’s hips slam into her a little harder each time.
That’s another benefit of the shift. While Kara can’t get the same motion with her hips to allow for long thrusts that left Cat constantly wanting her return, she can get a lot more force behind the shorter thrusts she’s limited to now.
It’s right on the edge of too much for Cat’s human frame, but Kara’s control is flawless. She never gives more than Cat can take, and the slap of her hips against Cat’s thighs is never hard enough to bruise. It’s just rough enough in a way Cat has always craved, but never found a partner so able to provide.
With that much pleasure, Cat can’t hold out much longer. She’s coming again, harder even than before, as Kara just keeps thrusting through it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” is all Cat can manage, one hand pushing at Kara’s hips to keep the pace from slowing in the slightest, and it’s not until Cat finally starts to relax that Kara gives a few more thrusts before stilling as she lets go herself.
It’s almost enough to push Cat into another orgasm of her own, but she’s too spent to quite manage. So instead she settles for pulling Kara close, ignoring the slightly awkward position to bask in the afterglow instead. After all, Kara’s a superhero who can fly. Awkward positioning should mean nothing to her, and this way Cat doesn’t have to lose that feeling of fullness just yet.
“I’m not too heavy, am I?” Kara asks after a moment, leaning up just enough to look at Cat.
Taking advantage of the shift, Cat leans up for a kiss, not answering until they both pull back. “Not even a little.”
Kara laughs a little at that, settling her head onto Cat’s shoulder as neither shows any sign of moving just yet. It’s nice, just lying here like this. Perhaps not the most comfortable, Cat can already tell her back will be just as sore as other parts of her tomorrow, but nice regardless.
“I didn’t expect this from my Friday night,” she admits later, pressing a kiss to Cat’s shoulder. “I didn’t even know you were here.”
“I’d say that much is obvious from the way you froze when you saw me. Though I admit, if this is the result, I’m glad you didn’t notice me before that.” After all, her earlier plans for the evening were far less interesting than what actually happened. Paperwork holds a pale candle to being fucked by a superhero.
And even if Cat would more than welcome this outcome even if Kara weren’t Supergirl, well. She’s never been one to downplay unexpected benefits.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner-”
“Please, we both know I already knew,” Cat teases, not wanting to go over their past decisions and mistakes. “And you know you I feel about being told something I already know.”
It’s a flimsy cover; Cat knows damn well that Kara’d spotted her smug glee at being proven right earlier. But it’s a cover that lets them avoid awkward conversations and memories. While there are definitely more than a few conversations for them to have, this isn’t the time or place for anything too deep.
Well...nothing else too deep.
Obviously on the same page, Kara just chuckles. “So what now?”
And oh, if that isn’t an invitation to a conversation that can wait. At least until tomorrow, if nothing else. Conversations like that always go better during the light of day, and while both participants are wearing clothes.
Craning her head to look at the time on her laptop, Cat realizes how late it’s gotten. It’s past midnight, which means they’ve been here for over two hours. An impressive feat, and one that definitely explains the muscle aches currently settling in.
It also means she has a good segue to get them out of CatCo and into an actual bed. Whether together or separate, Cat doesn’t have a preference. Well, that’s a lie. She has no preference she wants to admit just yet. Let that wait for daylight.
“Well, since it is officially Saturday,” Cat teases as she watches Kara’s eyes open in surprise, “that means Casual Friday is over, and I can no longer excuse your more casual form of attire.” That last is said as Cat trails a hand over Kara’s shoulder and down to her breasts, tweaking a nipple along the way.
It makes Kara flush a delightful shade of red, and Cat swears she can feel the stutter of a thrust from where they’re still joined. But with Kara no longer hard inside her, it’s hard to tell.
They separate soon after that, with Cat barely hiding a sigh of disappointment as Kara finally slips out of her. Even soft, there’d been enough feeling of fullness to keep Cat wanting. But as sated and slightly sore as she is, there’s no way another round is a good idea just now. Not that she’d turn it down in a few hours, of course. Waking up to Kara in her bed is definitely something she can get behind.
Long practice has them both reclothed in a few moments, and Cat considers her options before turning to Kara. While she can’t quite admit to having a preference, Cat still knows which option for the night she’d like best. And she won’t get it unless she asks.
“Can I trouble you for a lift home, Kara? It’s late enough I’d rather not call a car.”
They both know Cat’s called cars later than this a dozen times before. She pays for 24/7 standby availability, and she’s had plenty of reason to use it in the past. Which makes the request as much an invitation as a favor, without putting pressure on Kara for more.
So when Kara immediately nods and steps forward to sweep Cat into her arms? Well, it isn’t just the wind that has Cat tucking her head in close.
Or the distance to the ground that has her wrapping her legs around Kara’s waist.
Waking up can’t come soon enough.