fictorium:

A spot of V-Day fluff

Cat braces herself as she steps onto her private elevator. Squaring
her shoulders and straightening her spine, she’s hell in four-inch
heels, ready to be unleashed on her unsuspecting minions.

God, she missed this in Washington.

Still, five months back now. Four months and thirty days of that
dating Kara, the only reporter at CatCo who conveniently seems to work
no further than throwing distance from Cat’s reclaimed office most days.
The staff remember how Kara would always be missing when Lena came
looking for her, but that hasn’t been a problem since Cat’s return.

Of course the dating part hasn’t been officially announced, but the
office has assumed the two were hooking up long before anything (a kiss, on the balcony, in the rain)
ever happened. Still, Kara has her ways. It’s their first V-Day as a
couple, and Cat has to admit she’s gritting her teeth at the thought of
getting through it. From the first glance, Kara is transparently the
type to think it’s a wonderful and romantic holiday, and Cat is going to
have to be appropriately gracious about it.

The things she does for… well. That l-word that isn’t lust, that nobody has quite said out loud yet. That, yes.

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