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This is a Supercarp (Kara/Cat/Lena) fic.
@coop-writes is amazing and has given me so much plotting/editing/everything else help on this fic. Coop- thank you for being epic and <3
Kara’s fingers twisted together in her lap as she watched the street signs flash by, the car carrying her ever closer to her destination. They were going too fast and too slow at the same time, and she couldn’t correct one without giving credence to the other. She could try anyway, struggle to escape from this web of desire, but why would she, when all she really craved was surrender?
Half of her was already there, already savoring in the evening ahead, even as the other half was still back in her apartment, standing in front of the mirror and questioning. She wanted to be perfect, even if it was only a dream. She knew it was stupid, obsessing over what to wear, wanting to draw the notice of someone who would never be interested in her, but she couldn’t help herself. She had spent three hours trying on different outfits yesterday after work and another four this afternoon, and only her date showing up to collect her in person was preventing her from being late.
“Relax, Kara,” a hand landed on her own, halting her jittery movements, and when Kara glanced to the side she met Susan Vasquez’s calming gaze for a brief moment before the woman turned her attention back to the road. “You’re beautiful. Blue is a good color on you, and I’m sure whoever you’re so nervous about seeing tonight will think so as well.”
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