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The sound of Cat’s laughter filled the bedroom. Kara loved it. It bounced off the tile floors and echoed in Kara’s ears. She watched Cat in wonder while she tried to memorize the sound. She had never heard Cat laugh so freely. It made her so happy that she couldn’t help but laugh too.
Cat was telling her a story about the first time she ever stood up to Perry White back in her days at the Planet. Kara thought to herself that Mr. White had no idea who he had been dealing with.
Cat’s laughter subsided and she looked at Kara, smiling. Cat was sitting with her back against the head board of her bed, the sheet pulled up to her chest. Kara was propped up on her elbows. Her hair was down and her glasses were… somewhere. Cat was looking at her with an unfamiliar expression. Kara thought it looked like affection, but she was afraid to believe it.
Kara asked her, “Is that when you decided to go out on your own?”
“No,” Cat said. Then she held up a finger. “But that is when he made me a junior reporter.”
Kara chuckled at that. “Sounds familiar.”
Cat gave her the soft smile again. They watched each other, not sure what to say or what to do. This was the first night they had been together. Carter had left for his weekend with his father and Cat had missed him more than usual tonight. She was usually good at keeping herself busy when he was gone, but tonight, she felt lonely. She didn’t know who else to call.
When Kara got Cat’s text asking if she wanted to get coffee at a quarter to ten in the evening, she looked at the screen, confused and had to glance to make sure it was, in fact, from Cat. She had texted back asking if the message was for someone else. Cat replied with a simple, ‘no.’
So, of course, Kara asked her when and where. They ended up at a local coffee place close to Cat’s penthouse. They were both awkward and nervous at first. But once they started talking it was like it always was between them. Easy.
Kara hadn’t meant to do it, but she was telling Cat something meaningful about work and she reached across the small table to lightly pass her hand over Cat’s. She was completely surprised when Cat had quickly taken her hand before Kara could withdraw it. Then Cat just looked her. Kara saw the look of insecurity. She had only seen it a couple times in over two years. So she curled her fingers around Cat’s hand and the look was gone. Kara didn’t let go.
She wasn’t sure how they ended up in Cat’s bed. She remembered leaving the coffee shop with her hand on the small of Cat’s back. She remembered Cat kissing her cheek when they were standing outside, putting off their goodbyes. She remembered the tingle she felt on her skin. She remembered kissing Cat’s mouth with every ounce of passion in her and she remembered Cat kissing her back.
She remembered stumbling through Cat’s front door and up the stairs. The two them were desperately pulling at one another. Cat’s lips were all over Kara and the intoxicating scent of Cat’s arousal pushed Kara into a haze.
She remembered the sex. God, did she remember the sex. She was still under the influence of the endorphins from her orgasm. She was also still riding the high of having given Cat her own perfect orgasm. She remembered all of it, but she still wasn’t quite sure how it happened. It was a dream coming true.
They had both been surprised at each other. Kara knew Cat would be good in bed, but she was surprised at how generous Cat was and how much she wanted to please Kara. She took her time with Kara wanting to make her feel good, wanted, and asking her every once in a while if she liked it. Cat had been surprised at how adept Kara was at sex. She was so young and Cat knew from the way she talked that she didn’t have too much experience. But she had quickly gathered how to touch Cat just right.
Now, they were lounging in Cat’s bed afterward, talking and laughing. But the sudden lull in conversation was allowing awkwardness to creep in. They both glanced away from each other, Cat feeling unsure and Kara feeling sure that Cat was about to kick her out.
Cat looked back at her and quietly said, “Kara.” The younger woman looked back her. Cat was struck by how beautiful Kara really was. “I hope you don’t feel like you had to come here tonight.” She felt embarrassed at the idea that Kara may have only come because she felt obligated. The lines between them were blurring, but Cat was still her boss.
“Cat,” Kara whispered. She knew Cat well enough to know what she was thinking. She reached her hand toward Cat and waited while she hesitated, and then met Kara’s hand with her own across the sheets. “I wanted to come.”
Cat gave her that closed lipped smile. The one Kara adored. Kara smiled back. But they still didn’t know what to do and part of it still felt awkward. Kara released her hand. “Um,” she wasn’t sure what to say. “Do you, uh, should I,” Kara didn’t know how to finish.
“Stay,” Cat said, so quietly that Kara might not have heard without her super hearing. They could never deny how they were drawn to each other.
Kara asked her, “Are you sure?”
Cat’s response was to slip from her spot against the head board and back under the soft sheets with Kara. She put her hand on Kara’s face and kissed her lips, slowly. It was tender and a little unexpected. So Kara kissed her again. Then Cat said, “I’m sure.”
They snuggled close together, front to front, nose to nose. The awkwardness faded with the closeness. They started to kiss again, lightly. They had missed out on the gentle part when they rushed into the bedroom earlier, tossing clothing around.
“Cat,” Kara whispered. With their foreheads pressed together, Kara asked, “What if you regret this in the morning? What if you get to work on Monday and you decide this was a terrible mistake and you never speak to me again?”
Cat only kissed her some more. “I won’t regret it.” Her hands began to wander over Kara’s body and Kara reacted with her own hands. Cat finished the conversation with, “Just be here when I wake up.”