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Watching as Cat takes another drink of her martini, Kara carefully waits until she looks away before sneaking a sip from the flask Lucy pushed at her once she’d heard about this trip.
“It’s Vegas; you deserve to have some fun,” she’d whispered with a wink. All before turning back to face Alex and J’onn with a patently false look of innocence. A look that didn’t fool them for a second, of course. But since they weren’t at the DEO and the liquor wasn’t technically a controlled substance, there wasn’t much they could do.
Kara hadn’t needed it the first few nights. Yes, they were in Vegas. But it was a business trip, and Kara is nothing if not an impeccable assistant. Until they’ve got the acquisition paperwork in hand, there’s no time for slipping off to a bar or casino. She’s been too busy helping Cat until nearly midnight each night before stumbling to her room down the hall.
But tonight, they’re done with business. The signed contracts are in Cat’s hotel room safe, and they’re sitting in an upscale bar as Cat knocks back martini after martini. And the little flask Lucy’d slipped her is finally coming in handy.
For once, Kara’s managing to relax and enjoy an evening without worrying about someone calling for Supergirl. She’s forbidden from responding to anything but a major incident while she’s in Vegas, lest she give away her Kara Danvers identity. Which means she can actually let herself drink enough to feel it.
“Are you going to let me try whatever it is you’re hiding over there?” Cat asks as Kara tucks the flask away, words slurring slightly as she attempts her usual pointed look. “They don’t usually let you bring your own drinks, you know. So it must be something good.”
Okay, so not as subtle as she thought. And now she’s caught. Cat never gives up when she's at this stage of tipsy, the one where she’s headed towards full-on drunk.
Still, she has to try.
“It’s um- tea?” Mentally cursing that it sounded more like a question than anything else, Kara nevertheless tries to look innocent.
“Bullshit.” Okay, innocent didn’t work. “You’re swaying in your seat. No half a glass of wine will do that to you. Not when I’ve seen you knock back a full bottle at CatCo events without missing a step. So spill, Kara, what’s in the flask?”
It’s her name, pronounced correctly, more than anything that gets Kara’s honesty. And maybe a little bit the amount of alcohol currently in her system. Really, the combination is just dangerous, especially given Kara’s never had much luck denying Cat anything as it is.
“Aldebaran rum,” she blurts out, pushing the flask a little deeper into her pocket before Cat can ask for a sip. “But I can’t share.”
As soon as the words leave Kara’s lips, Cat sits back with an appraising look. “No, I wouldn’t think you could. Not in a bar like this, anyway.”
Even drunk, Kara’s never going to miss a knowing tone like that. Not when she knows Cat as well as she does. Every inflection has meaning, and Kara spent months learning each of them. So when Cat goes into the ‘I finally have something I wanted’ mode, Kara takes notice.
“A bar like this?” she asks anyway, trying to play it off.
“A human one. The only time I’ve seen Aldebaran rum was at the press party someone convinced Superman to throw, thanking his alien allies for their help. It was kept under nth metal lock and key to keep humans from getting into it and spoiling the good press.”
Of course Cat would know what it is. Not that Kara was really trying to hide when she answered, but she hadn’t expected to give herself away that easily. She’d expected a few more leading questions until Cat finally got her to just admit the truth they both know.
Not sure what to say, Kara watches as Cat lifts her drink once more, tilting it at Kara with an exaggerated salute before taking a sip.
The hint is clear, and Kara fumbles the flask back out with a sheepish look, taking a small sip herself as she tries to keep from wincing at the taste. It’s not as bad now that she’s had a few drinks, but it’s still not her favorite taste in the galaxy. The floaty feelings it brings are nice, though. Entirely different from her flight powers but just as fun. And with the alcohol in her system, fun goes a lot further.
The rest of the night starts to blur as they keep drinking, Cat lining up enough glasses in front of them to cover Kara’s outside liquor. The resulting intoxication is probably more than is wise, but hey. It’s Vegas. And they’re now officially off of CatCo business. If they get a little smashed, what’s the worst that can happen?
***
Kara wakes up with a pounding headache.
Rolling over to avoid the sunlight is a new sensation, and Kara grumbles as she buries her head in the pillow. Apparently, she’d had far too much last night, and the hangover is apparently stronger than her healing abilities.
"God, I'd thought you'd be a morning person," a voice comes from next to her, and Kara's eyes shoot open in shock before she's slamming them closed again as the sunlight seems to stab into her brain.
"This isn't a morning; this is hell," Kara whines as she covers her face with her hands, pouting as she hears a chuckle. “What happened?”
“A better question might be how did we get back here, and where did we go before that?” Cat says as she stretches out in the massive bed, one hand over her face to hide from the morning sunlight streaming around them. “And more importantly, why are we both in my bed?”
Kara doesn't know either, and forces herself to sit up to look around. She's in the tank top she usually wears under her suit, which despite being perfectly modest leaves her feeling somewhat exposed to Cat's searching gaze. Feeling for her legs, she’s also glad to feel the shorts from her suit as well. Still wearing clothes is a good start.
It's when Kara tries to avoid that look that she spots her first clue, a glint of gold on Cat's left hand where she's pointedly refused to wear jewelry in the past. A quick check of her own hand reveals a matching ring, and suddenly Kara has a very bad feeling about this.
"Okay, don't panic, but I think we may have accidentally gotten married..." Kara says, holding up her hand as evidence.
"Well, fuck."
That about sums it up, Kara thinks. Rao, what had they been thinking? Drinking that much in one night would always be a bad idea, but to do so in Vegas?
How could she have let this happen? How could her crush on Cat have gone this badly? Sure she can’t remember what happened, but surely Kara had somehow convinced Cat this was a good idea. And now they’re married.
Usually, Kara would be ecstatic at that idea. She’s been a little in love with Cat for years now. She’s even thought the attraction might be mutual, no that either of them ever acted on something. But now she’s gone and trapped Cat in a marriage, and while humans might not think that was an insurmountable issue, Kara’s Kryptonian. She doesn’t have a concept for divorce. But then again, is it really marriage if they didn’t say vows before Rao? Maybe she could pretend it’s different.
“I suppose we can talk to someone, see what options we have. This is Vegas; surely we can get some kind of annulment,” Cat says as she sits up to lean against the headboard. She’s dressed similarly to Kara, which is a relief. At least as bad as things are right now, Kara doesn’t have to face guilt over something more happening between them while they were intoxicated. An unwelcome marriage is one thing, and they can handle it. Kara doesn’t know how she’d deal with knowing they slept together on top of it.
“I’m sorry,” Kara feels the need to say, even knowing Cat thinks she apologizes too much. “I don’t remember much about last night, but I know I must have pressured you, and I’m sorry. My stupid crush shouldn’t have affected your life.”
Of all Cat’s possible reactions, Kara hadn’t expected a scoff to meet her words. It’s enough to have her pushing past the headache and sitting up herself to look at Cat.
“You think I can be pressured into anything, even while drunk?” Cat says with a wry twist of her lips. “No, Kara. I should be apologizing. I know you aren’t used to drinking, and I should know my own limits by now. Whatever happened last night is my doing, not yours.”
That’s too much for Kara to take without arguing. She’s the one with the crush, not Cat. And she says as much, without thinking.
The only sign Cat heard her is the stillness to her form for a few moments after Kara finishes speaking. Then she sighs, shifting back on the bed so she can lean against the headboard and waving for Kara to join her.
Slightly wary of the closeness after the conversation’s awkward nature so far, Kara does so, waiting for Cat to speak.
“No, Kara. If we’re assigning blame because of someone’s crush, I own just as much of it as you do. And probably more, considering I should be old enough to know better.”
There’s a sense of judgement to her words, and it takes Kara a moment to realize Cat is judging herself . She really does think whatever happened last night is her fault, and clearly wishes it hadn’t happened. So whatever Kara’s feelings about who should take the blame, there are bigger issues here.
“Maybe it’s both of our faults. We’re both adults; we should both know better. But it doesn’t make this some terrible thing we can never get past.” Steeling herself, Kara decides she can’t ask Cat to follow Kryptonian standards. Whatever Kara does will be her own choice, but she can give Cat the out. “If you want this annulled, we can do that. It’s Vegas; there has to be someone discreet enough to handle it.”
The touch on her hand startles Kara into looking up. She hadn’t realized she was avoiding Cat’s eyes until Cat reached out, and the look of concern on the other woman’s face momentarily startles Kara. She knows Cat can be soft, but it’s still strange to see that softness directed her way. Not as unheard of as it once was, to be sure. But it’s still not common.
“I know you have a tendency to think of others, darling, but this isn’t the time to frame things in terms of what I might want. We may not remember last night, but that doesn’t change certain facts. Such as the fact I am your boss, and you are a young, promising employee with an entire future ahead of you. Whatever we decide, you deserve a chance to frame things in your own words and desires. Not just what you think I want.”
With the lingering hangover and the way Cat is looking at her, Kara can’t hold back. Just like the night before, words start spilling out before she can stop them. “I don’t know what I want,” she admits first, burying her head in her hands. “I don’t- Krypton didn’t have divorce; we don’t have a concept for it. Marriages were binding. But this is Earth, and you’re not Kryptonian. So does that even matter? And even if it does to me, how can I hold you to it?”
“Kara-”
“And really, there were all sorts of marriages on Krypton. My parents were a strong partnership, but I don’t know if they loved each other, at least not the way Earth understands it. But Kal-El, his parents were deeply in love. But they were the exception! So is going our separate ways and pretending the marriage doesn’t exist really so implausible?”
“Kara-”
“I mean, it’s not like we swore the vows before Rao, right? It’s some little Earth paper. Even if I can never get past it for myself in a relationship, that doesn’t mean you can’t! And-”
“Kara!”
It takes Cat nearly yelling to break Kara out of her rambling. She hadn’t even realized she was rambling until Cat stopped her. “I’m sorry-”
“Hush, you still apologize too much.” The smile on Cat’s face softens any sting to the words, and Kara offers a sheepish smile as a silent apology. “This is what I mean, though. You deserve a chance to work through all of those issues and concerns. Not just push them aside because your boss couldn’t control her inappropriate crush long enough to make it through a trip to Vegas.”
That’s the second time Cat’s mentioned having a crush on Kara, but the first time the words actually register. “Wait. That’s- you said you have a crush on me.”
Cat rolls her eyes and scoffs, but Kara sees right through the attempts and putting some distance between them. Any other time it might work, but not when they’re sitting in Cat’s bed, both barely dressed and wearing wedding rings. “I believe my exact wording was ‘inappropriate crush’ if we’re going to bring that up now. But yes, Kara. I fell into the very obvious trap of finding my young assistant attractive, then failed to control that attraction.”
Shaking her head, Kara tries to process all of that. “No, it’s not inappropriate. Inappropriate would be acting on it.”
“You mean like instigating a drunken marriage in Vegas?”
“We have no idea who instigated it,” Kara argues. “Knowing how happy and affectionate I get when I drink too much of that rum, it’s entirely plausible that I instigated it. But that’s not my point here. My point is that half of my arguments and problems with the marriage were not believing you could be attracted to me. Knowing the attraction is mutual makes it seem just rushed. Not unwelcome. Does that make sense?”
Cat shakes her head, but Kara can’t miss the flash of hope on her face. “A wedding in Vegas that neither of us can remember is a little more than rushed.”
“Okay, that’s a good point. But maybe we can try dating? Something with less pressure than marriage. I know I said Kryptonians don’t have a concept for divorce, but that’s for vows before Rao. I could count this as an, I don’t know, betrothal or something. Without bracelets exchanged as a sign of those vows, it could be different, right?” Cat’s gone still again next to her, and Kara looks up, worried. “Cat? Do you, do you not think that’s a good idea?”
“Bracelets are what symbolize a Kryptonian wedding?” Cat asks after a few moments.
Confused, Kara just nods. She could go on for hours about the intricacies and symbolism of a traditional Kryptonian ceremony, but this doesn’t feel like the time. The bracelets are the most visible and the only absolutely required part other than the vows, so that’s true enough.
“Bracelets like this one?”
Holding up her right arm, Kara finally spots the delicate band of braided gold adorning Cat’s wrist. It’s not a piece she’s seen before, and with a glance at her own arm, Kara sees a matching braid there. How she’d missed them before, she doesn’t know. The shock of the more visible wedding rings must have distracted her enough for the thin bands to go unnoticed.
But that means… “Oh, Rao.”
“It won’t be possible for you to separate Earth and Kryptonian marriages anymore, will it?”
Cat doesn’t sound accusing, and that’s the only thing that keeps Kara from launching into a flood of apologies as she shakes her head. She still doesn’t know what she can ask or expect from Cat, but she knows the answer on her side. With bracelets on their wrists, Kara will always see Cat as her wife. The bracelet will never leave her wrist, and even the thought of dating someone else feels wrong.
By contrast, thinking of Cat as her wife feels more right than it had before. With her attraction to Cat (and knowing Cat is at least attracted to her in return) and a visible sign of Kryptonian culture on their wrists, Kara can’t help the happiness that starts bubbling up. Even knowing Cat might never feel the same way can’t dampen the emotion much.
Nodding as if she’d expected that, Cat considers for a second. “So then tell me what it does mean for you.”
Couching things as much in ‘this is how I will see it’ terms as possible, Kara tries to explain. She still knows Cat will likely have her own thoughts, and Kara’s okay with that. It might hurt to see her with someone else, but this is Earth. Not Krypton. What Kara decides is her own choice, and the same goes for Cat.
When Kara finishes, she can’t look at Cat. She’s too afraid of the answer she knows must be written across Cat’s face. The understanding, but also the rejection. This is Cat Grant, Queen of All Media. Even if she’s attracted to Kara, there’s no way she’s interested in a sudden and binding marriage. Especially not a Kryptonian marriage.
“Thank you for telling me.”
There’s a warmth in Cat’s voice, but Kara can’t help bracing herself for the inevitable follow-up. ‘But you’re right, it’s not something I want, ’ has to follow shortly, right?
Instead, Kara feels a gentle hand trace along her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before moving down to her chin. “Look at me, Kara.” Unwilling to argue, her fears eased by the caring in Cat’s voice, Kara tilts her head up to meet Cat’s eyes. “I can’t say that this all means the same to me,” she starts, moving her hand to cup Kara’s cheek when Kara moves to pull away, “but I also can’t say I’m opposed to finding out if it could, someday. Even if you can’t separate things in your mind, would you be willing to give me some time?”
Not sure she understands, Kara tries to pull back, only to find she’s utterly unwilling to move away from the warmth of Cat’s hand against her cheek. “What kind of time?” The hope in her voice is clear, but Kara doesn’t look away. Not again. Not when it would mean she could miss any detail of Cat’s reaction.
Cat wants to look away; Kara can tell. It’s there in the way she blinks, the way her eyes dart to the side for a second before returning to meet Kara’s directly. And that, more than anything Cat has said, makes Kara wonder if this might turn out okay after all.
“I haven’t- marriage never went well for me,” Cat starts, uncharacteristically stumbling over her words. “But I think I want it to go well this time. Eventually. Maybe a little slower than for you, but eventually.”
It’s not everything Kara wanted to hear, but then she doesn’t exactly know what she wanted to hear. At least this is something.
Finally letting that little spark of hope in her chest have a little room to grow, Kara leans into Cat’s warm touch. Except she’s apparently not as recovered from that hangover as she’d thought because the movement sends her toppling Cat’s way. She barely manages to catch herself before slamming into Cat.
Once she regains her balance, Kara looks back up at Cat, only to find their faces are now inches apart.
Greatly daring, still a little buoyant from the early half-declaration, Kara leans in to cross the last bit of distance between them. The kiss is soft, chaste, almost a little shy despite the deep conversation and admissions between them. And part of Kara never wants it to end.
Once it does, however, Kara’s courage abandons her. Pulling back with a gasp, she tries to apologize for the presumption.
“Hush,” Cat stops her before she can start. “Don’t apologize for this; never apologize for this.”
Kara hadn’t pulled back that far; she can still feel the whisper of Cat’s breath on her lips as she speaks. And between that and the softness in her voice, Kara’s drawn back in once more. This time the kiss is a little deeper, and Kara spares a fraction of her attention to make sure her balance is certain before raising her other hand to run through Cat’s hair.
Kara’s dreamed and fantasized about this moment for years now, always with a wistful aura of ‘if only it were possible’. Now that it’s here, the feeling of soft hair around her fingers is the grounding touch Kara needs to believe it’s real. That she’s actually kissing Cat, that Cat is actually kissing her back.
Just as Kara manages to wrap her head around that thought, Cat slowly starts to shift their position. From sitting up against the headboard to laying down with Kara half over Cat, the move is slow, giving each plenty of time to adjust without needing to break the kiss.
They lay like that for a few minutes, exchanging nothing more than lingering kisses. At least until Cat moves one hand to trace along Kara’s collarbone. It’s innocent, nowhere near the boundaries of what clothing they’re wearing, but it still moves a step past the kisses they’ve been trading. And Kara wants to know how far Cat wants to go.
“Well, we are married,” Cat says with a grin when Kara asks, grabbing for her left hand to place a soft kiss to the band there.
“It doesn’t seem like rushing?”
Cat laughs at that, leaning up for another kiss. “Darling, the marriage itself might be a little rushed, but you can’t pretend we haven’t been circling towards this moment for years now.”
Put that way, Kara sees Cat’s point. It might still feel a little rushed, but now that the secrets are out in the open, both about her identity and their mutual attraction, is it really? And even if it is, that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing.
Reassured that they’re both on the same page, Kara leans back down to kiss Cat before trailing her lips along Cat’s jaw and down to the line of her throat. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin there, Kara takes her time exploring, finding every spot that makes Cat shiver against her.
Hands clutch in her hair as she reaches a spot just beneath Cat’s ear, and Kara focuses her attention there for long minutes until Cat uses her grip to pull her head up. “Kara, darling. What gave you the idea that I’m a patient woman?”
Trying her best for a self-confident and sexy smirk, Kara knows she’s succeeded when Cat swallows, not saying anything else.
“I know we rushed the marriage, and you could argue we’re rushing into bed together. But now that we’re here, I don’t want to rush this part. Not when I never thought it was possible.” And okay, so her words are a little sweeter than the look, but Kara thinks she deserves a pass. No one can compete with Cat Grant for effortless seduction, so Kara sees no point in trying. “Besides, I don’t know about you, but I’d like to remember this. We can’t remember our wedding, so I’d like to make consummating it particularly memorable.”
That’s better, Kara thinks as Cat swallows again, leaning back with no further comments. The hand tangled in her hair grips tighter for a second before loosening again, and Kara rewards the gesture by lowering her lips to Cat’s neck once more.
The spot beneath her ear has the same effect when Kara focuses on it again, and after a minute or two of direct attention, Kara decides to see if she can get the same reaction on the other side. This means she has to move to where she’s effectively straddling Cat to reach, a move that meets with a groan of approval and another tightening of Cat’s grip.
With this newest shift, Kara can now feel every twitch of Cat's hips as her lips move, and it makes control harder than she'd anticipated. She still doesn't want to rush their first time together, but it's difficult to keep that in mind when Cat is constantly shifting underneath her, slowly growing more worked up as Kara's lips trace along her skin.
Sticking to her plan and attempting to ignore the way Cat feels every time she presses up into her hips, Kara slowly circles in on the matching spot on Cat's neck, just beneath her other ear. It doesn't earn quite the same response as the other, but Kara isn't disappointed. That's just another thing she now knows about Cat's body, one of the first on a hopefully expansive list. She could get decades of this, and it still wouldn't be enough.
With that in mind, Kara slowly moves lower, keeping her kisses light until she reaches Cat's collarbones. Pausing for a second to suck gently, Kara's careful to avoid leaving a lasting mark. They haven't talked about telling people, whether their families or the media, but she knows an errantly snapped picture giving away their new relationship is not the way to break the news. Alex and Carter should be the first to know.
But this isn't the time to think of either, so Kara shakes her head to chase away the ingrained instincts that come with her job title. She isn't an assistant here; she’s Cat's wife.
At that thought Kara can't help but giggle as giddiness rises in her chest, earning a tug at her hair until she looks up to meet Cat's eyes.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you laugh during sex," Cat says, voice remarkably level for someone whose eyes are that dilated.
"Technically, this isn't sex," Kara answers, ducking her head down just enough to blow across Cat's chest. "I think this still counts as foreplay."
Cat laughs at that, head tilting back for a second. "I should know better than to argue semantics with someone who edits half the articles that cross my desk, shouldn't I?"
Nodding, Kara tries to look serious. "Especially when there are far better things you could be doing with your time."
Cat's grip guiding her back down is the only response Kara gets, and she laughs through the next few kisses she places along Cat's chest, gradually moving lower until she's pressing kisses to the edge of Cat's camisole. Lingering there for long moments, eventually Kara loses a little patience. She still wants to take this slow, but she can't help wanting to cross this next boundary.
So, sitting up and resting her weight on her hips, Kara tugs lightly at the edge of the camisole, silently asking Cat to shift so she can get it off. A request that's instantly granted, with Cat arching so the fabric can pass beneath her, leaving her mostly naked beneath a half-clothed Kara.
For several seconds, all Kara can do is look, stunned by both the beauty before her and the knowledge this is actually happening. It's not until Cat shifts impatiently that she's brought back to the moment.
Shooting Cat an apologetic smile but finally remembering not to actually apologize, Kara takes advantage of the newly exposed skin to explore. One hand raises to Cat's breast and cups it gently, but her lips and other hand take their time covering as much ground as they can. Wet, messy kisses along Cat's ribs earn a few deep breaths and light moans, and searching fingers find places that both make Cat shiver and squirm.
My wife is ticklish, Kara thinks to herself with a grin, already planning on exploring that fact more later.
After a while, Kara gives in to the unspoken pleas that are the way Cat's hands tangle in her hair, her kisses slowly making their way across Cat's chest until she can take a nipple in her mouth. Still keeping everything light, Kara sucks gently before pulling back to blow across the wet peak.
That earns the biggest reaction so far, Cat's back visibly arching away from the bed as she chases the sensation, her head tilting to the side with a moan as her grip pulls enough it would be painful were Kara a human. Filing that bit of knowledge carefully away, Kara repeats the move on the other nipple, swapping between the two until Cat is panting.
At that point, she can't be patient anymore, and without needing prompting Kara moves lower, shoving blankets to the side as she moves to trace along the edge of Cat's lacy underwear, pausing until Cat looks down at her once more.
The look in Cat's eyes nearly has Kara coming all without being touched herself, and the way Cat immediately understands the unspoken request is entirely them. Fingers hook in the waistband of her own panties, pulling them down as far as she can without Kara moving, at which point Kara's brain reengages and she takes over the task of removing them.
Suddenly face to face (so to speak) with a naked Cat Grant, Kara feels overdressed. Sitting up just long enough to remove her own tank top and shorts, she's rewarded with a long sweep of Cat's eyes over her body and a raise in the heartbeat still echoing in her ears.
It's thrilling, but Kara doesn't linger long. She'd been in the middle of something, after all, and she never likes leaving a job undone. Or a pleasure, as it were.
Finding some reserve of patience, Kara slowly traces kisses upwards from Cat's knee up to her center, coming close enough that she can taste faint traces of Cat's arousal on her skin before switching legs to repeat her movements. It's a tease for them both, but Kara meant what she said about this being memorable. She doesn't want things to be over before they even start, and taking her time on foreplay seems like a good way to make sure this experience is perfect for them both.
Finally, she can’t draw it out any longer. Wrapping her arms under Cat’s legs, Kara dips her head to lick a slow stripe through Cat’s wetness. They both let out a moan at the contact, and Kara works to keep her pace constant. Slow movements of her tongue over every dip and fold, interspersed with delicate flicks against Cat’s clit. Never enough to tip her over the edge, just enough to drive her higher.
Moving lower, Kara presses her tongue against Cat’s entrance, not pushing inside until she hears a gasped ‘yes’ from above her. A few shallow thrusts, curling and twisting each time, and Cat’s hips nearly shoot upward, held back only by Kara’s careful grip.
Cat’s tight around her tongue, muscles clenching as Kara holds her on the edge of orgasm. She’s close, so incredibly close, but Kara doesn’t want this round to be over just yet. Not when Cat’s moans are echoing from above her, not when the hands on her head pull so deliciously. Not when she’s surrounded by Cat’s thighs as they grip, trying to pull her closer, deeper. No, Kara doesn’t want this to end.
Slipping her tongue out of Cat, she goes back to tracing those gentle licks along the length of her sex, never focusing on any one place for too long. She does slide a single finger into Cat to replace the loss, doing her best to recreate the sensations as she works to draw out the pleasure.
A gasped ‘two’ from above her sees Kara adding another finger, though her pace remains almost maddeningly slow. This is the first orgasm she will ever give Cat, and Kara is determined it will be nothing short of explosive.
How long Kara holds them on this plateau, she doesn’t know. Her world has narrowed to the taste and feel of Cat, the sound of her moans and half-articulated pleas all she hears. Nothing else matters; nothing could possibly distract her from the goal in front of her.
It’s not until Cat’s moans grow louder, words deserting her completely, that Kara finally focuses her full attention on Cat’s clit to tip her over the edge. Mindful of how sensitive she’s likely to be, Kara keeps her touches light but steady. Added to a few careful curls of her fingers against just the right spot, and Cat’s orgasm slams into them both.
Thighs are locked around Kara’s head, holding her in place and proving once again that having less ended to breathe than humans definitely counts as a superpower. It lets her keep up her movements without pause, slowly gentling to bring Cat down from her peak.
When Cat finally relaxes into the bed, Kara sits up, a grin stretching across her face as she takes in the sight of a thoroughly sated Cat. Knowing that she’s the reason Cat looks so satisfied, knowing that she’ll likely have dozens or hundreds or even thousands of chances to do that again, Kara almost doesn’t need a release of her own.
Almost.
Her own arousal is sharp and hot, and Kara shifts in an attempt to stave it off while Cat regathers herself. She can be patient; she can. Hasn’t she just proved exactly that?
Sternly reminding herself of that fact, Kara shifts so she’s laying next to Cat, fingers tracing idle patterns across her stomach as she waits. No matter how tempting it is to dip her hand between her own thighs for a quick release, she can wait.
“You’re practically vibrating,” Cat teases, eyes closed as her breathing starts to level out.
And oh, Kara’s been in love with Cat’s voice for years now, but this might be a whole new level. Sex-roughened and the slightest bit hoarse, this is Cat in a way no one else gets to see. And Kara’s the one responsible.
“I’m okay,” Kara protests instinctively, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to find a hint of relief.
Managing to prop herself up on one arm, Cat turns to look at Kara with a skeptical look on her face. “Darling, I know you’re very good at following my every whim, but you aren’t an assistant here. Rushed or not, this is a marriage. You’re allowed to admit you need something. Encouraged, even.”
Staring up at Cat, several thoughts war within Kara’s head. Too wound up to censor, she ends up blurting the first before she can stop herself. “How are you so coherent after that?”
Cat just chuckles, leaning down to place a quick but dirty kiss to Kara’s lips. “Talent.”
Kara moans as the kiss ends, brain flashing to thoughts of just how talented Cat might be. Her eyes close despite herself as the fantasies grow, and she misses when Cat leans down to bite at her chest.
It would probably be painful to a human, but Cat starts slow and gradually increases the pressure until Kara is gasping, lightning shooting down her spine and directly to her clit. And that’s a revelation to Kara.
She’s never had sex with someone who knows her secret. Up until she came out as Supergirl, that particular secret was locked down completely. And even after putting on the cape, things never got that far with anyone who knew her secret. Looking back, a big part of that is how gone she was for Cat even then, but regardless, there wasn’t any chance to find out what sex without secrets is like.
Now, there is. And Cat, at least, seems determined to find out everything they can.
Starting with an exploration every bit as thorough as Kara’s, Cat seeks out and finds each spot on Kara’s chest that draws out a reaction, leaving Kara grasping at the sheets to keep from accidentally gripping Cat too hard. She might have excellent control of her strength, but Cat seems determined to test that control to the limit.
She can hear the bed creak as Cat moves lower, her grip on the sheets pulling them against the mattress. Each biting kiss against her abs pulls them tighter, and when Cat rakes her nails down the defined muscles she can feel the sheets start to tear in her grip.
“Cat-”
Barely pulling back, Cat takes in the sight with a smirk. “Do you need to stop?”
“No!” Any other time, Kara would be embarrassed at the need in her voice, but she’s already too far gone. “Don’t want to ruin the sheets.” It’s a struggle to get the full sentence out, as worked up as she is, but she manages. After spending what could easily be hours exploring Cat’s body, plus the time Cat’s spent doing the same to her, Kara’s already balancing on the edge of her need.
Sitting up a little more, Cat takes in Kara’s clenched hands. The smirk on her face turns self-satisfied, and Kara can’t help the whimper that escapes at the look.
“Fuck the sheets.” Another whimper at the clearly enunciated curse, and Kara can feel herself clench around nothing. “For that matter, fuck the bed. And the shower, and everything else in this room. Break the solid marble desk in the corner if you want. We can buy the hotel if you’re worried about damages, but you’re right. I want this to be memorable.”
Even without Cat leaning up and barely touching her, Kara nearly comes just from the heat in Cat’s words. She can picture doing just that, pressing Cat against the tiles in the magnificent shower, sitting on that desk while Cat takes her hard and fast. Dozens of ideas flash through her head, and she has to close her eyes against the rush if she has any chance of maintaining her composure.
Cat lowers herself back down while she’s distracted, placing a firm bite to Kara’s hip in warning before moving lower. Unlike Kara, she doesn’t tease along thighs before reaching her goal, instead moving exactly where Kara needs her.
Firm presses of her tongue against Kara’s clit have her spiraling upward, speeding rapidly towards her release. Her grip tightens even further until the sheets aren’t enough, and Kara scrambles for a new hold. Fingers sinking into the mattress itself, Kara can tell it won’t be enough. But she can’t spare a thought towards finding a better grip when Cat is doing that with her tongue.
Quick circles alternating with long presses, Cat is unpredictable enough Kara can’t settle into a pattern. Combined with the way she’s holding her hips back to avoid rocking up into Cat’s face, Kara’s only seconds away from coming.
And that’s when Cat stops.
Pulling back completely, she sits up and moves so she’s not touching Kara at all. And Kara, for her part, is left scrambling to string words together to ask for more.
“Don’t worry,” Cat says before Kara can manage, moving back up the bed to press a kiss to her neck then lips. “I just want to watch you as you fall apart.”
And with that, a hand slips between Kara’s thighs, pressing quick circles around her clit before slipping lower to circle her entrance. Nodding permission, verging on begging, is quickly given, and two fingers slip inside to start a steady rhythm.
Fabric tearing is Kara’s first sign that the mattress is going, and she swiftly moves her hands to the headboard when Cat shows no sign of stopping. If anything, she speeds up, using her hips to add force to each thrust. And as Kara moves her hips to meet Cat’s, the bed starts to shift beneath them.
As Kara feels herself tightening around Cat’s fingers, she hears the frame start to crack. And that, combined with Cat’s reassurance that she’ll buy an entire hotel building for them to cover damages if that’s what it takes, pushes her over the edge. She’s never been able to resist Cat when she owns her full confidence, and she doesn’t even want to try.
Visible cracks are running along the headboard when Kara comes back down, and it starts listing to the side when she lets go. The structural integrity of the whole thing is suspect at this point, and Kara resolves to keep an eye on it. She doesn’t think it can take another round, but hopefully it doesn’t break beneath them before they can get out of bed.
“So, no regrets, right?” Kara can’t help asking as her arms wrap around Cat, taking advantage of the bed’s momentary stability.
“Only not remembering the actual ceremony. And proposal, for that matter. I’m sure it was delightful, whichever of us did the asking.”
Well, that’s a point. Not enough to ruin the afterglow, but enough that Kara starts to think.
“Maybe we could have another ceremony?” she offers after a minute. “We could keep things quiet for now, tell our families-”
“Not my mother.”
“-except your mother. Go one a few dates, and get used to what this means for us now. Then we can invite people and make an announcement. That is, if you want to announce it.”
Cat scoffs, pressing a kiss to the slope of Kara’s breast rather than shifting for an actual kiss. “You aren’t some dirty little secret, Kara. I won’t treat you that way. I see the advantages of taking the announcements slow, and agree admitting we eloped in Vegas is quite possibly the worst move we could make. But I have no intention of hiding you away. And I told you, I do want time to discover what this could be. Dates included.”
Buoyed by the admission, Kara goes to pull Cat up for that kiss, only to yelp when the sudden shift makes the bed finally collapse beneath them. She manages to roll Cat on top of her and engage her floating ability to keep them from following the bed to the floor, but it’s a near thing.
“Well, that’s useful,” Cat says when she recovers from the momentary startlement. “One down, I suppose?”
Remembering Cat’s earlier list, Kara can’t help laughing as she steers them towards the en suite. “Are you up for round two, then?”
“Well, we might as well make Vegas count, right?”
***
Later, once they’ve finished those dates and those announcements, Cat frames the bill for damages to the hotel room by the time they’d finished.