Kara knows they’re dating—obviously, she couldn’t be dating Cat if she didn’t know they were dating, that’d be ridiculous—but she still doesn’t exactly know what that means. She doesn’t know what’s allowed and what’s not allowed and what’s only allowed when other people can’t see. She knows better than to try to kiss Cat in public, doesn’t even reach for her hand even though she’d really like to.
They’ve been together almost a full month by this point, long enough that people know they’re dating—photographers have staked out a couple of their dates, which is really weird, and has made sneaking off for Supergirl business more difficult than usual. There’s no photographers in sight today, which makes sense, given how far they are from the city. Kara can hardly believe she gets to tag along with Cat and Carter on their annual trip to a pumpkin patch, but here she is, next to Cat on a hayride of all things. Kara spread a jacket over the hay bale before Cat sat, or perched, really, on it. Carter is sprawled over the bale next to his mom, and Kara saw Cat twitch when he plopped himself down, probably at the thought of hay burrowing into his clothes and eventually her car. Kara would really like to hold Cat’s hand, or maybe rub her back gently, bring her mind away from germs and itchiness and whatever is making her tense on the edge of the hay bale and back to the present. But she doesn’t know if it’s allowed.
“Hey,” she says quietly, and Cat stops scrutinizing Carter and looks over. “Thanks again for letting me come.”
Cat smiles, and Kara’s stomach does that flip it does every time she makes Cat smile. “Are you going to thank me every time I want to spend time with you?” Cat asks gently.
“Would that get annoying?”
“Just a little,” Cat says, still smiling, and Kara can’t help but smile back, trying not to let her grin get too big.
“What kind of pumpkin are you going to get, Kara?” Carter asks.
She and Carter get into a heated debate over whether round pumpkins or oval pumpkins are better, and out of the corner of her eye Kara sees Cat relax, even sitting back a little more solidly on the hay bale.
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“That might actually be a perfect sphere,” Kara says about Carter’s pumpkin.
Carter laughs. “Yours isn’t.”
Kara’s isn’t close. Kara’s pumpkin is misshapen and covered in warty bumps. She adores it.
Cat got a nice oblong pumpkin; taller than it is wide, sitting nicely with a good amount of space to carve—though Kara’s not sure if Cat carves pumpkins or is just getting it for decoration. She doesn’t want to push her luck and invite herself to carving. She’s happy enough just getting to pick out pumpkins with them.
Carter insists on carrying his pumpkin around with him instead of putting it in the car. Kara hoists both hers and Cat’s, and takes Carter’s from him when he regrets carrying it halfway through the corn maze.
“You look ridiculous,” Cat says. She’s trailing Kara through the maze, refusing to make any decisions about directions because if we get lost, Kara, it’s not going to be my fault.
Kara considers trying to juggle the pumpkins to make Cat laugh, but she’s super strong, not super coordinated, so she doesn’t take the risk. She flexes her biceps a little more than necessary instead. Even though they’re hidden under a sweater, Cat seems to appreciate it.
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Corn maze completed, pumpkins finally in the car, Carter waits his turn to go down a giant slide on a burlap sack. Kara kind of wanted to do it, too, but Cat suggested they get cider and watch from a nearby picnic table, and that sounded too good to pass up. Kara doesn’t regret the decision at all. Cat’s hands are curled around her cider cup, her shoulders hunched a bit against the chill in the air, and Kara sits closer than she would otherwise.
Cat scooches even closer. “What good is your supernatural body heat if you’re not going to keep me warm?”
Kara risks it, wrapping her arm around Cat’s shoulders. Cat’s sweater might be the softest fabric Kara has ever touched. Alarm bells are going off in Kara’s head—you’re in public, she’s your boss, you’re in public, she’s your boss—even though Cat’s not anymore—but Cat burrows into Kara’s side instead of pulling away.
“Better?” Kara says.
“Much.”
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Supercat + sweaters and/or cider for the fall prompts!
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Question of Smoke 