Kara takes in a stray cat, because of course she does. A stray kitten no less.
“It was the only survivor in its litter – I don’t know what got them – a dog or a fox maybe?” She’s pacing and wringing her hands. “Except it was in like downtown so probably not a fox? And I took him to the vet and the vet says he needs to be bottle fed kitten formula every four hours because he’s only barely more than two weeks old and Alex is going to kill me if I ask for another night off Supergirl duty. I know you probably have a million better things to do and I’d ask someone else if I could because I’m sure you don’t want to but there’s no one else and do you think you could just take care of him for one night? Just one and I’ll find someone else I swear.”
She finally stops pacing. The floor is worn beneath her feet. Cat keeps her face carefully neutral, while Kara’s mouth sits in a tight frown.
“When you finally confirmed you were Supergirl, this was not exactly the type of help I expected to offer you,” Cat says.
So I started watching Supergirl with the full intention of shipping Supercorp because of all the beautiful edits and fanart I’ve seen of them as well as the fact that the fandom is so damn amazing 💚
And then these two happened…
I haven’t seen Lena yet (about ¾ through s1) but Supercat owns my heart as of now. These two are honestly right up there with my love for SwanQueen. Who knows, maybe I’ll ship Supercorp once it’s happening? I highly doubt though considering how much I’m in love with these two omgggg
The moonlight was softly brushing the muscles of Kara’s back, making the skin sparkle and glow in its glorious nakedness. An ocean of sun kissed hair was spilling in waves on the white pillowcases, golden strands that looked like silver in the darkness of the night and there was the shadow of a smile, floating softly across Kara’s lips.
Cat stared, too amazed to even remember to breathe, wondering how on Heaven and Earth, she had end up spending the night with the girl who once was her assistant, who also happened to be an alien, the girl of Steel herself. She didn’t even drink more than two martinis and to her, it was like drinking water given the very, very high tolerance to alcohol she had cultivated since her crazy year in college.
“Stop thinking, more sleeping.”
Kara’s whisper took her by surprise and she startled a little when two strong arms came to circle her waist, pulling her closer to the warm and half-asleep body laying by her sides.
“You’ll think about it tomorrow and you’ll probably flee but that alright. I’ll chase you,” Kara mumbled without opening her eyes, and her words crashed onto Cat’s skin like a summer breeze, bold and yet soft, relaxing.
“You will?” Cat hated how unsure and insecure she sounded but she could already sense the anxiety tingle at the tip of her fingers and spreading in her veins like a wildfire.
“I will,” Kara replied and even though she was already falling back asleep, there was such a steeled edge in her voice, in her simple words, Cat felt the fire of her doubts slow down and then stop, leaving her exhausted but at peace.
“Thank you,” She whispered before placing a soft kiss at the corner of Kara’s lips, making a wide but sleepy smile appear. She buried herself into the embrace of the girl of steel’s arms and fell back asleep to the sound of their synchronized heartbeats.
“You should ask her out.” Carter’s words ring
through Cat’s office the second that the door closes behind Kara’s retreating
form, the other woman having come to see Cat for advice about an article that
she was thinking about writing.
“I should what?”
Cat asks, aghast, staring at Carter where he sits on one of her white couches, dutifully
doing his homework.
“Kara,” he says, without even lifting his head. “You
should ask her out.”
Cat poses the question one night when they’re
lying in bed, sweat cooling on their skin, tangled up in the sheets and each other,
waiting for their heartrates to return to normal.
“Do you ever think we should stop this?” Cat
asks, voice quiet in the otherwise silent bedroom, and Kara twists so that she’s
facing Cat, propping her head up on her elbow and trying not to look too
pleased about the way that Cat’s eyes flicker down to her chest when the sheets
pool around her waist.
“Stop what?”
“This.” Cat’s lying flat on her back, staring up
at the ceiling, and gestures a hand between the two of them. “You and me.
Sleeping together.”
Cat is anticipating the first ‘I miss you text’ days before it arrives. In a way, she’s impressed that Kara held out for so long. Knowing what she does, Cat doesn’t expect her former assistant to be anything but a bundle of abandonment issues, really. It’s just the clarity that comes with distance lets Cat (and her ego, architect of too many bad life decisions) see Kara’s devotion for what it always has been: an all-consuming, visible-from-space crush.
Only Kara doesn’t get over it with a few shots of toxic alcohol, or with a boy toy to chew up and spit out. Those have always been Cat’s preferred methods of forgetting, of moving on. She even pushes Kara into Lena Luthor’s path, carefully orchestrated via Snapper. The reports of Lena’s latent lesbianism may be more alliterative than substantive, but if it’s a CEO Kara needs to idolize, then Lena has the job title to match.
Question of Smoke 