Kara dresses as Cat for a joke but.... it's kinda..... really hot???
Cat snaps her pen.
Kara sits at her desk as if nothing is amiss and goes about her business until Cat loudly clears her throat and begins the first syllable of her name. Then, smiling and pleasant, she jogs into the glass office with her tablet at the ready.
“Yes, Ms. Grant?”
“What are you wearing?”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush with color, and she fiddles with her glasses. “My sister convinced me to dress up for Halloween this year. But I knew you wouldn’t let me be here if I wore a costume-costume. Like a bee? Or a pumpkin.”
“So?”
“So, I thought the safest choice was to be you.”
Cat rakes her gaze down Kara’s body, which fits much too nicely into the style of clothing she wears. A pencil skirt with a purple blouse dangling off her shoulders, fine silver jewelry around her neck and wrists. She can’t say that she hates it--but she does hate the arousal that was still coursing through her, which had burst to life as soon as she took her coffee from Kara that morning.
When Cat says nothing, Kara fills the silence: “Um, should I go home and change? I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Cat flips her fingers. “Kiera, you dressed like that is a compliment to me. I suppose I do wear it better, but you look acceptable.”
Kara looks down at her tablet. “Is that why...”
“Why what?”
She shakes her head and rushes away, leaving Cat to puzzle through the interaction. She has no idea what Kara was going to ask, especially if the inquiry was related to the outfit. She got an e-mail moments later with answers.
I’m sorry, Cat. I know you don’t appreciate unfinished sentences. I was going to ask if my looking acceptable was why you’ve been looking at me today.
She types an affirmative response and waits. Kara glances at her a few times, and another e-mail arrives.
I’m sorry if this isn’t appropriate, but are you checking me out?
Another affirmative response.
Oh, wow. Um. That’s very flattering.
She waits.
Does this mean--well, it doesn’t have to mean anything, of course--but does this mean you sort of like me?
The next note is a little curt, dismissing this pussyfooting around as teenage melodrama. Yes, she likes Kara, and would Kara like to do anything about it?
Maybe you could come with me when I get your lunch?
So, picture Kara and Cat going to Vegas for some conference Cat has to attend. And why'll Cat is in some meeting and Kara gets bored of just waiting in the hotel so she starts exploring. She finds her way to the Heart Attack Grill. If you don't know what that is, the have the most calorific burger made official by Guinness world records, its called Quadruple Bypass and has 27 pieces of bacon on it, its 9,000 calories...just look it up.
“So, I assume none of this is your idea of a good time?”
Cat gestures to the swarm of people flooding the Las Vegas streets. She hasn’t seen this much glitter in one concentrated area since Carter had spilled three bottles while trying to make her mother’s day present. She supposes this area is known for providing a good time, and that only escalates on holidays like Halloween.
Kara shrugs. While she doesn’t necessarily appreciate how crowded everything is, she enjoys the time she gets to spend with Cat, and being allowed to come to this conference is pretty much a big deal. She says, “Well, I don’t mind. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“There’s no high quite like being the keynote speaker at the largest journalism conference in the world,” Cat replies, a smirk sitting smugly and permanently on her lips. “So, of course I’m enjoying myself.”
“I bet.” Without thinking, Kara takes her hand and holds it.
Cat doesn’t shrug free of the casually intimate grip. “As I will enjoy just about anything for the next six hours, we might as well do what you’d like.”
“Well...”
Cat should have known better than to give Kara carte blanche control of their schedule like that, but she hadn’t thought to restrict plans from possible heart attacks. That’s how they end up at the Heart Attack Grill, with Kara three-quarters of the way through the Quadruple Bypass.
“Are you doin’ okay, hun?” The waitress looks as concerned as Cat feels.
“Could I get another order of fries?”
Cat’s eyes bulge, and the waitress staggers back. She jots the order down and stumbles back toward the kitchen. Cat leans forward.
“Kara, I don’t know if you’re aware, but normal people who look like you can’t humanly eat all that.” She stresses the word humanly and waits for Kara to understand.
Kara slows down and pats her stomach. “On second thought, maybe I should quit while I’m ahead....”
Halloween on Krypton was more like Day of the Dead and Supergirl lets Cat come to her ceremony (It's not because she's the only one there because Alex couldn't make it this year and Kal doesn't understand it, she's just being nice to the publisher that's got her back... that's all)
Kara lights the candle in the middle of the table as dusk falls and closes her eyes. She limits her senses, ignoring the soft thump of Cat’s heart and the scent of burning Zesty Orange Spice Garland. She prays quietly in Kryptonian, starting with a statement of gratitude toward Rao and finishing with a listing of her fallen family members.
When she stands, Cat touches her elbow. Kara appreciates the gesture but needs no help finding her balance. Still, she doesn’t brush away the touch. Although she and Cat are friends, contact between them is fleeting and rare–especially those moments Cat initiates. Kara soaks in the affection, however, and thinks she’d float away if Cat were to give her more.
She guides Cat to the table set up next to the window, where the moonlight streams in and they can see the stars glimmering in the night sky. She has several hand-drawn portraits set up with smaller, unlit candles in front of each. She lights the one in front of her mother.
“Her name is Alura,” she says quietly. “She is my mother, and when I was young, we would sit out and watch the stars, trying to guess where in the sky my father was on his current interplanetary trip. She combed my hair at night while I told her stories I’d made up. I love her, and she is missed.”
Cat digs her phone out, drawing Kara’s attention. She turned the screen to show Kara a picture of an older man, with graying temples, crows feet, and sagging skin below his chin.
“His name is Jonathon. He is my father. Or was? Do we say all of this in present tense?”
Kara swallows hard and nods. “They live through our memories.”
“He is my father. He didn’t always have much time to spend with me, but whenever he did, he made sure we did something fun, just the two of us. I rode my first horse with him and caught my first fish.” Cat clears her throat and adds, “I love him, and he is missed.”
Beaming, Kara continues, and they trade off speaking of lost loved ones. When the list is exhausted, Kara extinguishes the candles and sits quietly for several minutes. Cat follows suit.
“Come, we need to eat and drink some caffeine if we’re going to make it.” Kara stretches her hand out and leads Cat to the kitchen. There isn’t much she can offer Cat that’s healthy, but she does her best, and they spend the next several hours keeping each other awake.
As the sun peeks above the horizon, Kara drags Cat back to the window and coaches Cat through last part of the ceremony: a greeting to the sun. When the sun is fully above the edge of the land, Kara turns and yawns.
“Thank you for joining me, Ms. Grant.”
“And miss out on seeing this firsthand?”
Kara smiles knowingly; Cat has never been one to clearly state her feelings, and hiding behind journalistic intent is easier than admitting the need for closeness. “You’re welcome next year.”
Cat yawns as well, her hand fluttering up to cover her gaping mouth. “I think I’m too tired to drive home. I don’t suppose you have a guest room?”
“No, I don’t.” Kara tactfully doesn’t mention that Cat only needs to call for her driver. “But you’re welcome to my bed. I can sleep on the couch.”
“Nonsense.” Cat stretches her hand out. “Come along, Kara. It’s time for bed.”
"This balcony sure is chilly, Supergirl..." Cat's tired of being subtle
Kara leans on the balcony and considers the dark night sky; the moon is covered by clouds, which drift slowly through the air. With her enhanced vision, she can make out the curling smile of the waxing crescent, but she doubts many others in National City can boast the same. At just after two in the morning, the city is quiet beneath her, and she takes the time to truly appreciate the crisp scent of autumn pervading the atmosphere. Krypton hadn’t had this sort of seasonal shifting, and she’s grown to love each time of year for different reasons.
Fall is a time of orange leaves and soft, warm scarves piled around her neck, even though she doesn’t feel the chill in the air. She can get her pumpkin spiced drinks–despite Alex’s constant teasing that she’s basic. There’s an energy in the air during fall as well, charged and frenetic, that seems to start with the children on the first day of October and builds to a crescendo on the last of the month. Adults catch on, too, from the garlands of fake spider webs to the nightly bar crawls.
Not everyone appreciates the festivities, however. She knows for a fact that the woman sleeping in the apartment behind her dislikes the rambunctious nature of the month, even while she actively supports her son’s interest in costume design. Kara adores both woman and child, for very different reasons, and she loves the mutual respect they give one another, for all she’s never gotten the chance to speak any of this aloud. She doesn’t think the woman will take very well to such an admission, as Kara is perhaps on the cusp of earning the title of friend but light-years away from something more.
She doesn’t mind. Honestly, she thinks Cat Grant might have hung the sun in the sky–and there’s no definite proof to the contrary–so just being nearby is sufficient. Kara has known a lifetime of loss and grief, and she knows better than to undervalue the connections she has while she has them. So, if all she ever is to Cat is friend and supporter, then she’ll be content. But if something did happen…
Smiling up at the moon, she closes her eyes and listens to the quiet thrum of the city’s nightlife. People seem to be up and about at all hours, which she finds comforting when she can’t–or doesn’t want to–sleep. She can come up to Cat’s balcony and watch and listen. As long as she leaves before daybreak, she doesn’t disturb anyone, and nobody has to know she’s there.
The sliding glass door opens, and she turns to face Cat, who rests against the wall in a robe. Her hair is sleep-tousled, and she’s not wearing makeup, but Kara’s tongue ties itself into knots at her simple beauty. She flushes red a moment later as her brain catches up and realizes she’s been caught.
“I’m sorry–”
Cat cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sure you are.”
“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll go–”
“Kara.”
Hesitating, Kara turns back. “Yes?”
“This balcony is rather chilly, don’t you think?”
At first, Kara wants to respond that she doesn’t feel the cooler temperatures, so she’s not actually sure if this is chilly or not. Then, she understands that the question is rhetorical, as so many of Cat’s tend to be. If it’s not a serious inquiry, it can only mean that Cat doesn’t want her to go just yet. She might be reading too much into this, she thinks, but she doesn’t stop herself from taking a few curious steps forward.
“Come in.”
Kara does so and gently closes the door behind her. Cat wiggles her fingers in what could be construed as a come-hither gesture and heads deeper into the apartment; Kara’s legs move of their own accord while her brain and heart argue about what this means. When they end up in Cat’s bedroom, Kara’s brain concedes defeat and shuts down for the rest of the evening, while Kara’s heart all but explodes.
“It’s warmer in here,” Cat says, moving to the bed and tossing the comforter back. “Join me?”
Kara trips over her feet but regains her footing just in time to keep herself from looking completely foolish. She removes her boots and slips under the sheets. She hasn’t noted a change in temperature, but she’ll have to trust Cat. When Cat sidles up to her, tangling fingers in her hair and staring intently at her, Kara flounders for a good response. Should she say good night? Should she ask what this is? Does she dare do what she’s dreamed about for years now?
She settles for the only thing she can manage, a lame, “Warmer now?”
Thankfully, Cat seems to possess either more sense or greater confidence; Kara’s heart chases madly after her brain, both unavailable the moment Cat’s lips touch hers. Then, as a burst of heat floods Kara’s veins, she finally understands just how cold she’d been.
Halloween related prompts. Supercat. Kara have never gone treak or treating (cause of sensory overload, by the time she could handle her powers she was "too old") and when Carter finds out he invites her to go with them. Kara and Carter are having a blast and Cat thinks they are super cute. Pre-relationship or establish relationship, your pick.
Kara should have known the moment Carter approached her desk, smiled sweetly, and invited her trick-or-treating that she was going to embarrass herself. But no, her lack of forethought and genuine like for Carter led her to make the worst possible decision: saying yes and agreeing to dress up with him. This was his last Halloween where he got to gather free candy, after all, and she would be honored to go with him.
She hadn’t figured out that Cat would come with, too, until much later, when she was sprawled on her couch, half a slice of pizza jammed in her mouth, and the television blaring old reruns of Buffy. She’d practically choked, but she knew she couldn’t back out. That was why she was standing outside the Grant family brownstone in a ridiculous cowboy costume. It was the only non-sexualized costume left at the Halloween superstore by the time she’d gone looking, and she felt more than a little ridiculous with the fake stetson set at an angle on her head.
She felt even more silly when Cat followed Carter down the steps in a tightly fitting Wonder Woman costume. Kara couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting down to the cut in her top, which showed off a delicate flash of cleavage. The costume was definitely sexy, but Cat had somehow also managed to keep it classy. To relieve the sudden burst of heat in her belly, Kara dragged her eyes to Carter, who wore a dinosaur costume that was certainly not a realistic rendition of a T-Rex.
“Kara!” He collided with her middle and squeezed her in a hug. “I mean, howdy pardner!”
She touched the brim of her hat and tilted her head. “Rawr?”
“Dinosaurs probably made more of a skraw’ing noise, I think. I read this article about how they were probably feathered, and birds are close to them. So it would make sense if they made bird-like noises, except I don’t know if they had beaks or not.”
Cat made a show of checking her watch. “Come on, you two. National City does have a Halloween curfew.”
“Trick-or-treating ends at ten p.m.,” Kara recited, ever trying to please Cat to the best of her ability.
“Exactly.”
Carter took off toward the next house with a front light on, leaving Kara to walk more slowly with Cat. She couldn’t form a full thought at the moment, so she kept her lips pressed tightly together. She was already embarrassed by her costume and the situation, and she didn’t need to garner further shame by saying something stupid–like admitting how badly she had it for the older woman.
“Loosen up,” Cat murmured.
Kara nodded stiffly. She lied, “I just haven’t ever done this before, so it’s a little weird. I’ll get used to it, I’m sure.”
“Well, go on, then. I’m sure Carter wants you to say those magic Halloween words with him when he knocks.” Cat pushed her gently toward the door, where Carter awaited her.
This trend continued through the evening: Carter choosing targets, Kara following faithfully behind, and Cat looking fabulous while she waited. By eight-thirty, Carter needed to use the restroom, so they detoured back home, and Kara found herself sitting awkwardly in the living room of Cat’s house and trying not to look at Cat’s bare skin. Cat watched her with keen interest.
“Are you having fun?”
Kara fiddled with the edge of her chaps. “Yes.”
“Yet you’re still anxious about something.”
“Oh? Am I?”
Cat sidled closer. At this distance, Kara couldn’t help but look. She also couldn’t help but wonder how Cat would look with even less on. Like maybe nothing on at all. Wonderful, probably.
“I said, are you just going to look, or are you planning on touching?”
“What?” Kara’s eyebrows shot up as she realized Cat had been talking and she hadn’t been listening. And then to have that question? She fumbled for a response.
“My lasso of truth. It’s a little crooked.”
Kara reached out to Cat’s hip and adjusted the rope. “Better?”
“Keep your hands on it, so I know you’re telling the truth.”
“It’s just a costume–”
“Obey the spirit of the lasso.”
Kara found herself agreeing, even as her nerves told her not to. “Okay.”
“Are you having a good time?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you acting like someone placed broken glass in my sofa?”
“I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself.”
Cat moved directly in front of her. “You’re not afraid of doing that at the office. Why now?”
“Because…” Kara sighed, not seeing a good way out of this situation. She hoped Carter would return soon, but his prolonged absence now seemed planned. “Because you’re very attractive.”
Cat slipped onto her lap and kissed her, and Kara was suddenly grateful for the few handfuls of chocolate she’d eaten along the way this evening. If she’d known this was going to happen, she would have brushed her teeth before coming over–or popped a mint or something. Instead, she probably tasted like sweets when Cat’s tongue eased between her lips. She gripped Cat’s hips gently, and her eyes fluttered shut.
The sound of approaching footsteps made Cat ease back. She nabbed Kara’s stetson and placed it on her head. It was likely the cheapest thing Cat had worn in years, and Kara flushed bright red at the way Cat wore it like a trophy. At least her blush wasn’t from embarrassment, she realized, which made this evening a success.
Supercat ER!au prompt: brilliant but slightly bitchy Doctor Grant and hopelessly infatuated med-student (or nurse?) Kara
Cat hates Halloween because she never gets to be at home, enjoying the evening with her young son. No, she’s almost always on duty at the hospital, as there’s almost always a spike in emergencies, as drunk teens and adults make very poor life decisions. She’s seen all manner of lacerations, broken bones, and items jammed in places they don’t belong.
On her usual schedule, she didn’t have time for dunces, and her patience for her patients is even more curtailed every Halloween. She honestly doesn’t care how an injury occurred, so they can all stop lying to her. Oh, I slipped and fell ass-first onto my little brother’s Hot Wheels collection. Well, I tripped over a rock, y’know, in the garden, and landed on a bottle of Vodka.
She settles into the break room after four hours of nonsense and lets out a breath of relief. A brief call confirms that Carter is doing well with his babysitter and having a good night, so she tries not to worry any more about him. It’s only after she tosses her phone onto the coffee table that she notices she’s not alone. Some nurse sits nearby, head dipped politely down and away.
“Kiera, right?”
The head bops up, and she’s met with sparkling blue eyes. “Kara, actually.”
“How did you get stuck here on Halloween?”
“Oh, I didn’t get stuck. I like to volunteer for this shift.” Kara smiles. “With so many people getting hurt, it’s a nice chance to really feel like I’m making a difference.”
The sweetness is almost unbearable. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Two years.”
Cat snorts and leans back. “Hold onto that optimism while you can.”
“I will. To be honest, you’ve been an inspiration to me.” Kara’s cheeks flood with color. “When I wanted to give up, I saw how good you are at your job, and how tirelessly you work to help people, and I wanted to be like that. Like you.”
Cat tries to remain unaffected, but she can’t help but soften. She’s used to hero worship from most of the staff, but this feels different somehow. This shy nurse, who could probably bench press her, isn’t trying to curry favor. No, her words have no intent other than communicating a fact.
“Don’t you have anywhere else you’d rather be?”
“Home, I guess. I have a cat, but he’s pretty independent. So, I’d just be on my couch with him and maybe a soda and a bad romance movie.”
“Not horror?”
Kara shivers and shakes her head. “I don’t like the gore.”
Cat laughs at the incongruence of being a nurse in the emergency and being squeamish. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
“It’s worse when you know someone inflicted it just to be cruel, which is really most of the injuries in horror movies. I prefer romance because a lot of the times, there’s a happy ending. Or if it’s not happy, it’s at least thoughtful.”
“I’ve never seen much of worth in romance movies,” Cat admits. She studies Kara’s features and nods. “But perhaps you could show me your favorite and try to change my mind.”
Supercat prompt - Cat has to bust a drunken kara out of jail because she fell over and smashed a window of a jewellery shop. They think she's stealing and then she keeps breaking stuff accidentally.
Cat lugs Kara along, trying to be angry and failing miserably. It’s not often that she gets to save Kara from trouble, and she relishes in the opportunities when they arise. The fact that she should be at home at that moment with a glass of wine and a classic horror flick doesn’t bother her at all. Seeing Kara drunk is worth the disappointment, and Kara so rarely lets go in this way.
So, even though Kara had wound up in a holding cell--and incidentally broken several items in the police station that she’d be paying for--Cat’s glad she’s the one phone call Kara had made. It seems that the party down at the alien bar had gotten a little out of hand, and Kara’s lack of a drinking habit made her less prepared for partying.
Cat could relate. She’d been, by her peers’ assessment, a bit of a prude during her undergraduate schooling. When she’d finally gone out to celebrate her degree, she’d totally gotten out of control, and she’d been lucky her father was so understanding. The only repercussion she faced was a hangover, so she feels compelled to give Kara a similar experience.
She’d paid the shop owner for the damages and assured him that Kara was simply inebriated. If his agreement had been encouraged by a hefty tip, then all the more reason to not remind Kara in the morning about everything that transpired.
For the time being, she gets Kara to her apartment, flushing ever so slightly as she roots around Kara’s pockets for a set of keys. Her flush increases tenfold when Kara drags her down into bed; Kara’s just collapsing, she tells herself. Kara doesn’t mean to be so intimate. Kara wouldn’t have done this sober.
Except... maybe she would have. Cat can’t crawl away. Well, she might have been able to, if she were truly interested in leaving. Instead, she gives up and accepts Kara’s tight, warm grip. This isn’t the same as her original plans, but she’s so looking forward to Kara’s explanation in the morning.
For your fall/Halloween prompts: SuperCat, early established relationship. Kara takes Cat and Carter to Midvale's Fall Festival. Bonus points if it's Cat's first official time meeting Eliza.
Kara stands in the bathroom for a second longer than necessary, flicking her already dry fingers at the sink. The time is fast approaching, and soon, her two families will collide. Either they get along or they don’t, and Kara will be able to do little to alter the coming events. Cat is strong-willed, and Eliza is stubborn--so neither of them will listen to her if she tries to soothe wounded feelings or bridge over unpleasantness.
It won’t be a problem, she tells herself. Cat has already met the other most important woman in her life, and nothing exploded, except the thing Alex was working on, which was apparently supposed to explode. Weaponry is Alex’s thing, not hers, so she had to trust in Alex’s assessment.
Therefore, having Cat meet Eliza couldn’t be anymore stressful than having Cat meet Alex. She’d survived the former and now she’d survive the latter. With a final flick of her fingers, she marches out into the Midvale Pumpkin Parade. The parade ended half an hour before, and her cheeks still hurt from smiling--the small children tugged their carved pumpkins in wagons, while the older ones lugged theirs in their arms. All had such creative designs, and most were so well-executed.
So, really, the only reason she was still around the area is because Cat insisted on meeting Eliza. Well, Eliza had also insisted on meeting Cat. And Carter was pretty thrilled to have a grandmother-figure that would actually send him birthday cards with personalized messages.
As long as she is there to do the introductions, everything should go fine.
She draws to a halt as she spots the two blonde women already chattering away with one another. Carter stands nearby, a straw between his teeth even after his pumpkin chai tea had been discarded. Kara all but trips in her rush over.
“Eliza? Cat?”
“We’ve already met,” Cat says. “Seems that you got your tendency toward punctuality from her.”
“I’m adopted?”
“I taught you Earth manners,” Eliza corrects. “So yes, you learned it from me.”
Oh no, Kara realizes. They will get along swimmingly; it’s her that’s in for trouble.
