Kissing. Sucking. Moaning. It was amazing. And Kara loved every second of it. Cat was here. On top of her. And it felt so good. Tangled limbs, mingling breaths, rustling sheets. Kara moaned as Cat came beneath her for the second time, and thrust a little harder, rubbing their bodies together, making Cat purr soft words eagerly, just as happy.
Sex. Cat Grant. Kara’s apartment. Heated bodies in friction. Clothing ripping. Moonlight streaming into the room over them. Kara’s supersuit lost on the floor.
Cat was back. After weeks of quiet Cat was back. And it was the best moment of Kara’s life. Kara moaned again as her own orgasm came hard through her, making her knees weak, and Cat whispered something Kara didn’t really hear as she shook and cried out, letting herself fall softly on top of Cat as her mind went blank.
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Kara sat up in bed sharply, hearing a moan in her mind, and stared at her empty apartment, the sun streaming in through open curtains, and… nobody else. Kara stared ahead and panted, wondering…
“Morning, Supergirl.”
Kara gasped and looked at her tiny balcony, and her mouth fell open at the sight. Cat. A plain blue blouse. Her blouse. Nothing else. Hair tied back loosely at her neck. A smile.
“Cat? I…”
“You were dreaming. It sounded good.”
“It wasn’t a dream. I…” Kara stopped as everything came back in a rush, and looked around, clothing everywhere in a messy trail from the kitchen to the bed. Kara glanced around and then back at Cat as memories from the other night came flying back, and CatCo. Cat. Coming Back. As CEO. The kiss. The talk. And then… the sex. Kara felt like fainting, and tightened her hands into the mattress beneath her, to ground herself. “You’re here.”
“I am. That was a rather… enjoyable evening there, with those powers.” Cat said, turning towards Kara and leaning against the railing, crossing her legs as she spoke. “I can’t say I minded it, when you ripped my dress.”
“You’re here.” Kara repeated, happily this time, smiling as Cat walked towards her. “That wasn’t a dream.” Kara whispered again, bringing hands into Cat’s and tugging her closer onto the bed. “Cat.”
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