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Dreaming In Colour

Dreaming in color For supercatweek day 2, dreams Rating? T+ Pairing:Cat/Kara Category:F/F This, is super short. Awfully short. I wrote it in an afternoon, and honestly I would elaborate if I could, but I was so strapped for time, I wrote this on Friday, because I knew I still had 5 fics to write by next Friday, so I decided to leave it. It's really fast paced, but I still think it's quite cute, and it's fun to see such a young Cat Grant, I guess. Enjoy. Supercatweek day2, dreams ------------------- Everyone had dreams about people. They were considered soulmate dreams. But Cat's soulmate dream just freaked her out. Cat had never had one when she was a teenager, like most people did. She didn't get hers until one night in college, far later than most, and when it happened, it shocked her. Because she'd never seen so many stars, not in real life, and certainly not in her dreams. Usually dreams about a soulmate involved shadows, silhouettes, nothing too distinct, and usually people fawned over the descriptions. Girls went crazy to hear of them. "Oh, his hair must be..." "The muscles I saw..." "I saw wild blue eyes..." It was a big moment when you had your first soulmate dream. But for Cat, when she'd had her dream, for the first time, and seen a girl, well, needless to say Cat was a little less than excited to shout and tell all her friends. It happened, it was your sign, that you were destined to be with someone, and for the few that had such a moment as seeing a dream with someone of their own sex, it was their coming out. There was no choice, it was just... it. Now it began on finding this one, wherever they happened to be. To follow your feelings to find her or him, and then live happily ever after. Truly, finding the one was hard. But it was simple this way. There was no divorce, no mistakes. You knew when you found the right one. Your body told you. And usually the dreams got clearer and stronger the closer you got to them, so there was that too. ---------- "Who did you see? Tell us!" "Uh..." Cat sat on her bed, surrounded by her friends, blushing and shaking. So apparently it was obvious in her walk that morning that she'd seen her dream. Well. Okay then. "Was he amazing? Was he cute? Did you see any colors? And features?" The questions didn't end, and Cat was unsure where to begin, so after ten minutes of silence on her part, she simply said it. "I saw a woman." The silence in the room then was deadly, and only after a few minutes, a friend of hers spoke up and asked if it was true. If Cat was saying the truth. Cat simply nodded. "Yeah." "Was she pretty?" Her friend Katy asked. Cat smiled a bit and blushed even more, and the questions began again. "I didn't see much of her." Cat whispered. "Strong arms. Long golden hair. Bold blue eyes." "She sounds..." Nixie began, then sighed happily, her eyes to the ceiling. "A cape..." "What?" "I saw... what looked like a cape. Or a long gown. A dress maybe." "That's... new." "It's something defining. I..." ------------- 14 years later. --- It took 14 years of maddening dreams to find her. Fourteen years of unclear images and building Catco, and being everything she desired, and then one day, a girl in a cape flew into National City. And that day, when she interviewed a new assistant, her heart showed her a dream in real time, while she was awake, and Cat knew. This girl. Kara. Kara Danvers. Didn't know what soulmates were. After hours of talking, Cat found out a lot about weird worlds, and Superman, and a new hero that was still hiding inside this girl. Apparently on her world, you were designated at birth to the one you would spend your life with. No dreams, no luck, no choices. But Kara seemed to understand the importance of a soulmate, and so when Cat recalled her dreams, and how Kara was the girl in those dreams, getting clearer every day up to this point, well then Kara admitted something of her own. That in her 11 years on Earth, she'd had a crush on the CEO to Catco for a long time. For years. And so Cat hired her. And when the work day ended, Cat went home with a girl. And she enjoyed her time with Kara. Kara did too. They had a lot in common, and Cat started relishing these dreams, now in full clarity and color, and Kara, after they had finally taken that step together and Kara had stayed over, in Cat's bed, those dreams ceased. They faded out. Because that dream was reality now. Her dreams had shown her a hero, and Kara was everything Cat had ever wanted. She was amazing, tempting, incredible when they got close at night, and Cat was happy. And now, 4 months later, with a camera screen on her laptop, and a caped superhero walking around her house, Cat finally set up that chat. All the girls in her group had eventually found the one and shown off, creating a social online group, to stick together. Cat had been happy for them all, but waited for the suit Kara was creating to show her off. Because in her first dream she'd seen a hero, with a cape, and that's what Kara was now. With a short red skirt, a beautiful blue suit with a blazing S on her chest, and a shimmering red cape on her shoulders. She was gorgeous. And already doing stunning things. Saving the world. Being a hero. And yes, some of her classmates had joked about the cape and the blue eyes, but it was all a joke. Until Kara sat down in Cat's arms when Cat's long ago friends had asked to see a visual of Cat's one soulmate. They had asked, and so Kara had shown them. And this, well the reaction was the best Cat had ever seen. The shock was... but Cat was more than happy to see the shock, and she had never been one to not make full out of a situation. And so she kissed this Supergirl. Right on the lips, with Kara in her lap and bright blue sleeves hooked around her neck, Kara's long lashes tickling her cheek. She loved every second of it. And then the shrieking began from her computer and Cat laughed.

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Well, Supergirl, There's A Lot We Can Do With That

Well, Supergirl, There's A Lot We Can Do With That... Supercatweek day3, feelings Rating: totally explicit, enjoy. Now honestly when I read about this day, my mind instantly went downhill into the gutter. My head lives there most of the time, and this went a little insane. I always wondered what it would be like if Cat took Supergirl to bed. It would be pretty epic, I think, considering Kara's powers, and Cat would be stunned, let alone turned on by the suit, and Kara's wild power. But, and give this some thought, what if Cat and Kara were soulmates, and felt each and every one of each others feelings, what kind of reaction would that cause, especially when you don't know it's possible... This has no plot, so enjoy. It's basically my imagination run wild... and I was making my hair blonde for comic con while I was writing this, so a glass of wine went with it too. Dark, red, and perfect. Just like Supergirl's cape... Supercatweek day 3, feelings ----------------------- Okay, so Cat was a little more drunk than she should ideally be, and she was saying some odd things. Okay, and so it was Kara who had taken her home to her penthouse, and brought her to her bedroom, and okay, so it was a little hard to walk away when Cat started sleeptalking about Supergirl. Kara tried to ignore it. Cat was drunk. She had no idea what she was saying. Right? Right. Kara slipped around the bathroom quietly and found Cat's lexapro and a glass, ignoring Cat's random soft words, and filled it with juice from the downstairs fridge, and placed the glass and two pills by her bedside lamp, with a short note saying to feel better, and not do such reckless things. Kara was about to sign her name, but stopped, pen in mid air, when Cat said something truly reckless. To Kara's alien ears, it sounded utterly brazen and hot and was Cat's voice a little heated and low? ''Supergirl... So beautiful... I want you so much, every day..." Kara gasped, standing back, her eyes on a sleeping Cat Grant, and stared in shock. She hadn't heard that right. It wasn't possible. Was it? Kara looked down at Cat in shock, blushing at the words falling from Cat's lips, and the sight of Cat like this. It was so wrong, Cat was flat out drunk, and speaking nonsense. Right? She looked so beautiful, flushed cheeks and full lips, her fancy silver dress falling off one shoulder and almost baring a small breast that Cat was already massaging with her hand, teasing herself. The other hand was holding Kara's shocked fingers faintly, tugging Kara closer. Kara took a deep breath at the audacity of this, and looked around the opulent room, the massive king size bed, the huge balcony that led out to a very very expensive looking hot tub. Kara should leave. Now. So easy, to pull her fingers away and walk, to leave, but hearing Cat speak of her like this, saying such brazen things, voicing all her fantasies about Supergirl out into the night, Kara was stunned to say the least. She shouldn't listen. It was wrong. Wasn't it? If Cat found out Kara had heard these things... if Supergirl had heard these things... Kara pulled her fingers away only to have Cat whimper and reach this time for Kara's thin tan belt, hooking her fingers into the loops and pulling her roughly closer, as roughly as Cat could reasonably do while she was asleep and totally drunk. And nobody could move Kara. Naturally, nobody could shove her without her faking it to make it look good, being the girl of steel, but because of sheer surprise at Cat's wandering hands, and Cat's Blanca toy erotic words and wants, Kara's body had no resistance. Her mind was distracted, and Kara moved when Cat tugged, and one of her legs fell onto the bed, over Cat's thighs, and she gasped as her hips fell right over Cat's own, at feeling the warmth of Cat's body against her own, a little fantasy she'd imagined for way too long. No. No. No. Kara had to leave, now, before this went any farther. Was Cat really drunk enough to want to get off in her sleep, to Supergirl? Evidently she was, because hands wandered up, and Kara bit her lip to stifle a moan at feeling Cat's eager fingers slide over her waist, over her thin pale pink blouse, over her suit, barely hidden out of sight. Apparently Cat could still feel it, the telltale sign of her coat of arms, because she stopped her fingers there and whimpered, and much to Cat's surprise, bit her lip as her fingers squeezed. Kara dropped her head back with a disbelieving giggle at this whole situation, and fought the urge to let her own itching hands travel, and gasped, her eyes back on Cat instantly when Cat spoke again, her voice dark and so low it sounded positively amazing. ''Supergirl... I want your strong hands on me.'' Cat said softly, her voice barely audible in the face of the alcohol in her system, and her hand slipped over Kara's bare forearm, the blouse pushed up from before, and trailed along the muscles Kara kept barely hidden, and laced her fingers with Kara's, squeezing. Kara would have laughed at the situation if the deft fingers of Cat's other hand weren't already tugging at her blouse, tugging the hem from her slacks, pulling buttons apart. How had Cat done that...? In her sleep? Kara would have stared, blatantly shocked at how Cat could still do that in her sleep, when she slipped fingers lower and squeezed over Kara's ass, trying to tug Kara closer even as she pushed her hips up, effectively thrusting her hips against Kara's own. Kara wanted to stop her, was about to, but Kara couldn't make herself hold back a whimper when Cat moved, her hips coming up against Kara's own in a move that felt oh so good. Better than it ever should have. Kara felt a shock of pleasure through her core, and wondered mildly where it had come from so suddenly, she hadn't felt the build up to it, and it wasn't supposed to be there, and it felt incredible, and... ''Supergirl...'' Again Kara fought to hold back a moan as everything inside her fluttered. Kara felt Cat thrust against her, and blushed at the mere thought, and at feeling Cat's trailing both her hands now over Kara's ass, pulling half heartedly at the belt, at her slacks. Kara should honestly stop her, wake her, before this went any farther, but it felt so right, and could Kara really deny her boss anything? No. Kara didn't have the power to deny her boss. Not for grass fed butter coffee, not for a special feta wrap from across town, not for a day babysitting her son, not for anything. So when those wandering fingers slipped beneath her blouse and tugged at the cape already on her back, already properly in place, Kara died a little and sighed, the feeling of Cat tugging at her cape like this feeling a little too good. Yes, Kara did entertain the idea, however weird it was, of doing such a thing with her cape. She liked some dominance, and being the girl of steel, that kind of made sense, and so feeling cat tug on it, the harness tighten like that, Kara hung her head and closed her eyes, sighing at feeling Cat's hands trail and slip underneath her blouse and up her waist to reach up to her breasts, hidden only by the suit, and pull again at the blouse, from the inside now, trying to remove it open. Her hands were feeble and weak, she was still asleep, something Kara still couldn't quite believe, but Kara also couldn't quite believe her own traitorous body, and how turned on it was at this situation. She shouldn't feel as good right here as she did, considering Cat's current state, but Cat looked amazing right now and... ... and this was Cat Grant, and while Kara knew this was wrong on a billion levels, who was Kara to deny her? Kara had the blouse off in seconds, blushing as she heard Cat moan as her hands traveled and found Kara's gold belt, and feeling Cat's hips thrust against her own again, and hearing Cat whimper at whatever feelings that did for her libido. Kara gasped, feeling anothe wave fuse through her, and Cat's fingers came up and cupped a full breast through her suit top and squeeze, and now Kara couldn't resist a moan, her head falling back at the feeling of Cat's hand on her overly sensitive skin. Fuck, Cat really had to stop that... Kara couldn't resist thrusting back against her when Cat moaned and lifted her hips again, and Kara gasped, feeling a wave of heat rocket through her, much stronger than the last, setting her body afire and making her forget how to properly breathe. Fuck. Kara panted roughly and fought to stop moving, to settle this situation and herself, now, but Cat was doing exactly the same, moaning at the heat rocking inside her thighs, and Kara met her thrusts back, rocking into the feelings, unable to stop herself. Kara was feeling everything Cat was, something she hadn't thought was actually possible, and fuck her if that didn't feel absolutely incredible. Kara's leg fell against Cat's hip from her movement, her weight falling more directly over Cat's own thighs now, and Cat moaned at something, a feeling, and Kara gasped, feeling the same thing. Nothing had been touched, but pleasure rocked through Kara like a wildfire, spiralling through her back and up through her chest. Kara gasped at the sheer pleasure, and gasped when Cat found her hips again blindly and grasped, trying to grind Kara down onto her, for more friction. Kara let her. Kara rocked into her Cat's hold, riding her thigh, and moaned at the feelings. Sure, Kara had had sex before, and it had been mediocre and okay, but it hadn't come close to this, and Kara couldn't understand why. How was Cat any different? Why was she feeling her own sensations and Cat's on top of it, and why did it feel so epic? It took Kara about 3 minutes of grinding against Cat's lap, much to Cat's enjoyment, to find the answer, her eyes locked on a flushed and beautiful Cat Grant. And she sincerely hoped, even like this in bed with a still asleep Cat Grant, that she was wrong, even though she knew she wasn't. ---------------- No. No, no, no. This would not happen. This could not happen. Kara was seeing stars, galaxies, pulled back into her old religions and myths, Kryptonian myths, and they seemingly were coming true. It couldn't be. But, it was. Kara was feeling everything that she was normally supposed to, and everything Cat was feeling as well, and with her body taking double the pleasure, Kara was barely a few grinds away from her own orgasm. How did she feel all this? Because Cat was Kara's soulmate. It was a Kryptonian myth, it wasn't supposed to literally be possible, the idea of a connection so deep that you feel everything your mate feels. Such a soul, mated connection. But it was happening. Because Cat had just had one hell of an orgasm, and while Kara was definitely turned on by all this grinding and almost lap dancing, she knew she wasn't close enough to an orgasm to feel such waves of pleasure, even though she wasn't far either, but Cat was much closer. Whether it was her dreams, or the fantasies she was no doubt seeing, Cat had just had a strong orgasm, and Kara had felt every freaking second of it like it had been her own. And it shouldn't be. But it was. And Kara was freaking out. Because Kara wasn't supposed to have such a connection to Cat. But she did. And how would she ever survive it? "What...?" Kara muttered to nobody but herself, and bit her lip when Cat moved again, and again, Kara felt exactly what Cat did. This needed to stop. Now. Kara firmly tried to stop, to not grind back against Cat's hips, but Cat was roughly pulling at Kara's hips, at her slacks, baring hints of a dark red skirt and a gold belt, and whispering all sorts of naughty things. And fuck, Kara really wanted to do whatever Cat was begging for. Cat was saying all there things, especially through her orgasm, and Kara wanted to obey her, even though she knew if Cat ever figured out this had happened, then Kara was fired. And probably so quickly even her powers wouldn't keep up with it. "You're so strong... your hands... I want to feel you inside me. Those fingers..." Kara whimpered and lowered her head, trying to ignore this desperately even though everything inside her exploded happily, and froze when Cat's fingers slipped through her tight knot of hair, and pulled at the pin, releasing her golden waves past her shoulders and down her chest. Kara swallowed and tried to stop Cat's fingers. If Cat woke up now... Kara gasped when Cat slid her hand to Kara's shoulders and pulled her down. Kara tried not to move, until Cat grunted a little, upset, and Kara melted into her touch, letting Cat pull her down over top of herself, moaning as she did, sighing into the feeling. Cat's fingers delved into Kara's heavy cape and pulled again, and Kara whimpered into the touch, unable to resist when she felt Cat twist beneath her, Cat's small frame moving underneath her, Kara's legs locked on either side of her hips. Cat's fingers slipped into loose blonde strands, and pulled Kara closer, leaning up to kiss her. Kara gasped, wondering what she could do now, what she should do, torn between letting Cat kiss her, or stopping her. Kara couldn't stop Cat, or herself, if she tried, and let her own lips fall over Cat's, the latent barely there taste of bourbon and tequila present of Cat's lips. And it shouldn't be this good, it really shouldn't, but Kara swore she saw sparks. Fireworks. Some sort of explosions. Stars, maybe. Everything at once. And then Cat spoke again, whispering against her lips. And Kara only heard it through the haze in her brain because at this point she wanted to hear every word Cat had to say, every fantasy, every wish. Kara would comply with them all, so that she could stay here with Cat, her identity be damned. But Cat's words shocked her to her soul. "Kara... I love you Kara." Kara gasped, locked in Cat's weak embrace, and her fears came back to the surface suddenly, hearing her name, not her Supergirl title, stopping all the heat that was making her limbs weak and warm and pliable. Kara pushed herself up, despite Cat's weak sleepy protest, and disentangled herself out of Cat's hold, trembling as she slipped off of the bed and fell back against the wall. Cat knew. Cat knew it all. Kara gasped for air, for breath, and ran a hand through her messy hair, and fought. To catch her breath. Cat's kiss sat on her lips, tingling and sparking, and Kara was still seeing starlights in her mind. Cat was her soulmate. Cat was the one. And Cat knew everything. Cat knew her secrets, and apparently, was dreaming about both versions of her. Kara brought shaking hands to her face, trying to catch her scared, panting breath, and crushed her eyes closed. ''Kara." Kara laughed mirthlessly and shook her head, hearing things. Cat was still dreaming, probably reaching for her. What would Kara do? How would she survive this? Go to Catco tomorrow and survive the day without becoming a lust crazed mess at her desk with Cat less than ten feet away... "Kara." Kara looked up from between shaking fingers, and stopped, meeting dark green gold eyes, bright and beautiful, darkened with arousal, staring straight back at her. Kara gasped, her hands falling to her sides, and stared, swallowing tricky at the sight of Cat, looking positively ravished and stunning, smiling softly, a little sleepy still. "Cat." Kara didn't know if she'd actually said it, or if it had been only in her head, but Cat's smile confirmed it for her, and Cat sitting up to smile at her even more so. Her hair was everywhere, messy curls over her shoulders, and her lipstick was slightly smudged, mascara slipped and smudged, and Kara had never seen someone more beautiful in her lifetime. "I said some stuff there, didn't I?" Kara looked at her for a long moment, unsure of how to respond, to reveal what had just happened between them, and so she just nodded barely, leaning back against the wall behind her. "You look... beautiful like that. Your suit. I..." Cat swallowed hard, leaning forward to breathe deeply as the alcohol got to her head again. "You look beautiful. Either way you are." "Cat... I... what just happened..." Cat deserved to know that Kara had had a soulmate connection to her, Kara didn't think she could go on with this whole charade if Cat didn't know. But Cat stopped her, speaking again. "Kara, all that, I'm so sorry I..." Cat blushed, and Kara felt a streak of arousal that was all her own knife through her and swallowed hard at the feeling. To tamp it down. Cat stopped, gasping softly, and met Kara's eyes. "Kara, what did I just..." "Exactly what I did. Cat... you and I..." "What is going on Kara?" "We're soulmates." Kara blurted out, blushing furiously. "Come again?" Cat scoffed, sitting up properly and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "It's... it's a Kryptonian myth. I... I felt your... um, release. I felt it just like you did. And now, you felt that strike that I had. It's... we feel every feeling the opposite one of us feels. Or at least, the pleasurable ones." "Kara, I know I'm drunk, but that's no excuse for you to play tricks on my impaired judgement. Tell me the truth." "I am." "Kara..." Cat said sternly, and Kara did the only thing she could do. Cat was a hands on person. She believed in things she felt, or saw, or sensed. So Kara stepped up to her and kissed her, taking Cat's face in hers and bringing her lips softly over Cat's, brushing their noses together. Kara saw the flashes, the stars behind her eyelids, and Cat's gasp told her she did too, and when Kara couldn't resist a moan as a flare of Cat's desire shot though her own core, Cat pulled away and panted roughly. "Well..." "Yeah." "Well, Supergirl," Cat said again, hands trailing excitedly now over Kara's hips, over her thin waist, over the suit. Cat tugged roughly, and Kara's slacks fell from her hips, baring a short red skirt and grey stockings, and nodded as she leaned back and Kara stepped out of her pants and climbed over Cat eagerly. "There's a lot we can do with that."

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Tie A Gold Belt Around My Cold Red Heart

Tie A Gold BeltAround My Cold Red Heart

Okay, for some reason this one and the distance one are giving me some real trouble, but I’m doing my best. Enjoy. First tense, a bit different this time. I wanted to be more into Cat’s thoughts.

Rated:T+

A different take on a sexy beautiful heroine, from the view of Cat’s mind. In this world, Kara doesn’t work for Catco. Her work is as Supergirl, and she has no identities to hide. But one day, shortly after she starts working as a hero in this city, she runs into Cat, and the rest is… well, it’s a soulmate AU I need explain nothing more…

The first time you saw her, you felt something. Something flared inside you. Something you’d never felt before in you CEO life. You think you like this feeling, but you have no idea what it is. But this girl you are staring at has a cape, and a beautiful S on her chest. This girl is Supergirl. She is a hero. The hero of National City, and that meant she is severely off limits to whatever you might be feeling low in your stomach, even if the feeling shocks you. And why should you feel it for her, a complete stranger? You push down whatever that feeling is, and take your pictures and recordings, and go on with your magazine owning life, branding Supergirl to Catco, which the heroine seems to enjoy, if her smiles on TV and in talks are any indication. And her smiles are like a godsend, perfect and stunning, and you fall for her a little more every day, even though you maintain your cold exterior personality, because you can’t have her. It would be stupid for you to think otherwise.

The second time is after another fight that you happen to be in close proximity to, and you expect a short glance, maybe a wave if you’re lucky, but the enemy is dead, and Supergirl is done with her job, and staring, at you. Only at you. You stare at those wild blue eyes, bright and beautiful, and narrow your own green eyes curiously when this hero, Supergirl, smiles slightly at you. Only at you.

You watch her curiously, and this Supergirl smiles still, and… did she just look you over?

Yes, she did. And now she walks up to you, and your heart is flipping in your chest, because she is stunning, just like the name you chose for her. Her hair is glowing gold in the late afternoon sun, and those strong thighs as she walks up to you with soft, almost weightless steps, you stare blindly, you cannot help yourself. She stops before you, looking at you intently, and there’s constellations on those shining blue eyes, and you want to stare until you connect all the dots. You’re feeling that thing low in your stomach again, and there’s angels and cherubs in your mind’s eye, and she’s there with them, hovering, smiling, laughing. And so are you.

She looks you over slowly, her eyes coasting slowly up and down your frame, and you feel under scrutiny by her studying gaze, and oddly, something you never feel in your cold ruled life, you want to please her. You want her to approve. She is so high above you, that you want to be worth her gaze. And when she smiles again, a little slyly this time, her eyes sparkling with some inside joke only she knows, you feel like you won something. You won her appreciation, and that, that’s better than the millions you make and then company you rule. That’s the best feeling in the entire world.

She smiles at something she’s thinking about, and then turns and walks away slowly, and you gape at her, because she’s honest to god shaking her lips as she walks, and then she takes off a few feet away, lifting into the sky, and you are left there feeling the force wind of her lift and wondering what the hell just happened. And now people are staring at you. Because Supergirl isn’t a secrecy girl. She has no secrets. She walks around blatantly like a hero, even when she’s not on duty or wearing her suit, goes shopping like that, goes everywhere like that, and the fact that she looks at you like she wants to devour you, is the most blatantly erotic thing she’s done since she came to protect this town besides creating that damn skin tight suit for herself, with a skirt that should be illegal, and an S that could stand for a whole lot more than Supergirl.

You have no answer for that, besides your screaming, thumping heart, and trying to drown your mysteries is usually the idea that works for you the best, but you didn’t expect to find many people in this high end bar that just happens to be the most exclusive LGBT club in this town, and you certainly never expected to see Supergirl here.

So when you find yourself at the main bar with your third shaken straight up martini, and the girl walking through the crowd towards you in a tight black dress with her signature gold belt is looking ready to kill, in the good way, your throat goes completely dry despite the drink in front of you, and you take another sip, eyes locked on a stunning, sexy muscles brimming body, that you swear is carved by, and for, gods. And maybe she is a god, she did come from space, after all.

You swallow thickly, staring blatantly, eyes wide, as she settles on the barstool beside you, the corner seat, and that little slab of granite between you making up the table corner is suddenly the best and worst thing you’ve ever seen. Best, because hell you need distance from this beauty so you can still think even a bit rationally, and worst because her dress just rode up high on those strong thighs, higher than her little red skirt does, and damn you know you just want to stare.

Instead you stare at her beautiful smile and shimmering blue eyes as she orders something you can’t pronounce, and the man slides over a short bourbon glass with something thick and golden in the bottom about half an inch up. Whatever it is, it’s straight up and has a strong smell to it. Aldebaran Rum, you think she called it, and you wonder what the hell it is and how you’ve never heard of it.

“Hey, I saw you and had to say hi.” She says softly and smiles, and you die inside because her voice is like honey or melted chocolate, and fuck, you just want to lean in and kiss this girl, because your feeling that weird low in your belly thing again, and she’s a stunning hero, and you just want to kiss those beautiful full lips and see if she tastes just as good as she sounds. “It’s Catherine Grant, right? CEO of Catco Worldwide Media?”

“Um… yes.” You can barely speak, and you know people are staring. Because if she has the time or inclination to sit down beside you she must want something. And everyone wants to know why that something has anything to do with you.

“I thought so.” She says, and reaches up to sweep her golden waves of hair over her shoulder and blushes down at her drink, swirling the glass in lithe fingertips, and your heart leaps off a cliff, because she’s blushing and that means she’s either embarrassed or shy. You would bet millions on the latter, you’re hoping to gods that you’re right, and disbelieving in others because why should she be interested in you?

“Thank you.” She says, and you meet her blue eyes again, curious.

“For?”

“Well, naming me for one.” She chuckles, and you can’t resist a smile of your own. “And believing in me, for two. It’s nice to have someone in my corner while I uphold the duties I have on this world, and well, let’s just say it’s nice knowing it’s you.”

“May I ask why me?” You ask, nothing if not direct, and you sense she’s trying to tell you something big, though she seems… nervous about this, a definite secret in a life that seems all too revealing and open.

“Well, the thing is, you see, flying and laser vision are not my only powers.”

“Yes, you have that freezy breath thing, and you’re superstrong, and you’re unearthly beautiful. There’s that, too.” You aren’t you if you don’t flirt just a little, and is she doing the same? It seems so. You hope so.

Now she laughs, honestly laughs, and you smile at the sight as some of her hair falls over her forehead in a gold wave, and she closes her eyes and smiles, hand coming up to her forehead into that gorgeous hair, white fingernails glinting in the dark light of the club. “Well, if you’re calling me beautiful, I guess I should do the same, since it is true.” She says after a moment, sipping at her drink barely.

“Thank you.” You say softly. “What is that?” You ask as she takes another sip, slowly, barely. Just the tiniest sip.

“It’s a Kryptonian rum, an alien thing. Deadly to humans, but safe for us.”

“Yeah, it looks intense even to you.” You say with a little nod, smirking as she sips again, carefully.

“It is. Two of these and I’ll be out cold for the night. I don’t usually drink, but I need a little something, it’s been a tough day.”

“Yeah I saw the news. You’ve done a lot this afternoon.”

“I have, yes. Some though, out of distraction I guess.”

“Distraction? You need distractions?”

“Not usually. Being Supergirl isn’t a job, it’s what I do. It’s me. I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t a superhero. But as I said, I do have another little power, and that can be distracting. Typically, I find it interesting, odd but curious, seeing what I do. But now I’m seeing mine, and that… well, I saw it lead to you.”

“It?”

“I see strings of fate.” Supergirl said, deadpan, and you look at her, disbelieving of this news, something so mythical. But then again, Supergirl can fly and breath ice and she looks like an angel, so how much weirder is this really?

“Come again?” You scoff lightly, and stare at her as she nods seriously.

“I see a string of fate, a connection that others can’t see. Usually I don’t mind it, in fact it’s nice, when you see it connected. It’s proof of this other person being your soulmate, and it’s nice for people that have found theirs. It’s a nice thing to see, even though it’s tough when you can see such fate, and you don’t know if you should intercept when you see these strings tangled up. But, that day I saw you, and this will be a shock, but I saw the other end of my string. It led to you.”

“Me?”

Supergirl nodded again, and you watch reverently. Can this be true? Can this really be happening?

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, how this is going to happen, or whether it even can happen, but all i know is the other end of this string is on your finger. And maybe that was part of what pulled me through galaxies to end up here, and maybe not. But you are my soulmate, and I don’t think there’s a way to stop that. I’m not sure I want to. This is something I am interested in, and I get it if you aren’t. But, it is real, I promise you, and we will always be connected. I’m hoping we can try… to see what happens here, Cat.”

For a long minute you just look at her, this beautiful girl, who can see such amazing weird things, and then you nod. Because what else can you do? She’s telling you a truth here, the truth, and you can’t quite believe it. But you do, and you want this, because you know you love her too, and that thing you felt every time you saw her, you realize, maybe it was fate too.

So you smile. And nod at her. And when she takes your fingers in hers under the table and squeezes, you think to yourself: “How did I get this lucky?” Maybe fate does have a role here after all.