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@mythdawn​ wanted a starter for Harley

“Harley, stop prank-calling the office. I gave you Lois’ home number for a reason.”

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“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!” - Kara

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Well, there’s something to be said for super-speed. 

Cat immediately snaps up the…wind-ruffled folder before tugging Kara down in a thankful, lingering kiss from the window, breeze curling blonde locks around her neck. “Hmm, although–” And, oh, her smile spreads against her, voice light–teasing “I’m suddenly remembering why I was late in the first place. Go away, you’re distracting.”

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💓 - Harley

@fabledzeal requested a Valentine’s Starter || Very Belated

Heels settle on the edge of her desk as she leans back in her chair, immediately tucking up her phone, not bothering with a greeting as she swallows her Valentine’s gift to herself. 

Cupcake.

“I’m assuming you got the gift?” 

Nothing says Happy Valentine’s like giant bedazzled Hedge Sculptures of Hyenas delivered to a small apartment in Gotham.

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💓 - Kara

@fabledzeal requested a Valentine’s Starter || Very Belated

Cat’s chin tips upward at the feeling that settles over her before the air does--that faintest shift that she can never quite explain. The way the entire world moves, for a moment, before Kara suddenly appears within it, completing the picture where something was absent, a moment before. 

Wind brushes through the hair not tucked upwards in a messy bun, the city light glinting off of the glasses settled on the tip of her nose and catching, momentarily, on the bright white of a laptop screen tucked before crossed knees.

Relief. 

Cat snaps the laptop closed because there will always be work to do, they both know that well. 

They’d planned dinner, of course. They did last year, as well, and the year before that, but no holiday has managed to go off without an explosion...or a robbery...or Olivia drunk-tweeting on accident thanks to sitting on her technologically handicapped phone. But dinner is far gone and so is the pretense of ever making it on a holiday. They both know that, too.

“Ah--” Her hand slowly raises upwards in a motion for Kara to halt her movement, gently untucking the small box of cupcakes she’d pulled out of the freezer an hour prior. It’s two days after Valentine’s and, oh, Cat will plan something a little more dramatic, later. For now, well--

“Happy Valentine’s Day. They’re all yours and so,” She slides out of bed, smile curving, as well, “Am I, if you’re done saving the world.” 

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“Your hugs are the best.” - Blue

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A faint laugh rumbles against the girl’s shoulder–muffled by skin and…warmth. “Either you’re biased,” She pulls away to pat her cheek, a hint of fondness swelling in her throat that she does a valiant job of hiding, “Or you’ve been spending far too much time with Carter.”

No one else, after all, thinks Cat is capable of hugs, at all. 

Which is preferable to the alternative.

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“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.” - Janet

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“Hmm, is that a suggestion, or an order, Doctor?” 

Grant, for her part, doesn’t get up from the desk, regardless. Janet can try to drag her away from it

She wouldn’t put it past her.

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( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand. - Kara

@fabledzeal sent in a seduction meme || meme status: Accepting

"Oh, a gentlewoman," It comes out teasing--something warm bubbling underneath the surface like the heat beneath a geyser, the breath that's sucked through teeth rolling out in a rushing laugh of heat through the cool, glossy surface of night air. The hand that had been steadying itself on a shoulder to get out of the car curves around Kara's cheek. Pushes up, up, and away to gently twine a strand of hair about the tip of her finger, watching the curl fall down to her wrist. "Who knew." 

The city lights dance in eyes that might paint a forest scape hundreds of miles away they're so bright as Cat brings herself closer, feeling the heat of breath warm her skin--her knuckles--the air between them when Kara finally looks up. 

"Kara," It's murmured, thumb taking a moment to swipe over that lower lip above her, now that she's so close. A little dangerous, out in the open. A little reckless, in a city that's one of theirs. But it's enough of a satiation to keep Cat from kissing her properly. "You don't always have to be so...valiant." She leans up, smile spreading near that ever-listening ear, "I plan on sweeping you off your feet tonight, not the other way around." Pulling away to gesture towards the door to a restaurant that signed an NDA long enough to procure at least three generations of owners worth of silence. Fitting, since cat's fairly certain the paperwork including their first born, holding it open for the both of them. "Hmm...shall we?"

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"Cat.... please. Please don't leave me again," Kara knew she was used to this. This happen every few dozen years, or centuries, it was never a constant. But she hated the day Cat had to leave. She was never given warning, but she just knew. The way Cat would react, the way she would feel in her arms, she knew.... she knew she would disappear at some point, returning to the world beyond. A place she couldn't follow and yet so desperately wanted to. "Rao be damned, I want to go with you,"

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"Oh, Kara." It breaks against lips before it even meets the air, any hint of stoicism crumbling in the air between them. Not that there would have been much of a point of a front, anyways. Cat's heart wasn't made of lead where Kara was concerned, and she had no doubt that x-ray vision could pierce right through it. 

It's funny, really, Cat would have thought the price of omniscience would be the loss of her conscience. So many tales woven by men--always by men--warn of the pitfalls of knowledge. It creates wickedness--creates disaster--but here she stands, twisting around to face Kara with level eyes, and she can't help the emotion that clogs her chest. Presses against her lungs and ribs until her breath comes out in a ragged, useless gasp of a noise before she rolls back her shoulders and crosses the distance between them. 

"I wish...more than anything that I could stay." 

Even more selfishly, she wishes Kara could rest.

And, oh, how she wishes she never left, at all. 

"You know," Fingers cup her cheek--guide Kara close enough to taste her breath; to settle her nose in the slope of her jaw-- "I can't promise that. All I can do is give you what time I do have." 

All she can do is see Kara through it. 

Til a few hundred deaths or so do them part wasn't exactly a part of their vows, but the sentiment still remains. 

"I'm here, now."