The longer you live, Waxillium, the more you’ll know I am right. The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit— but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.
Thanks to @coop-writes for first reads and making me actually sit down and write this thing!
“I saw what happened
today, Kara.” She shivered as Cat’s voice wrapped around her, dark and soothing
all at the same time. On someone else or in a different situation that might
have been a contradiction, but with Cat it only held promise. Cat knew she
needed this, needed someone to keep her in line when she couldn’t do it on her
She wanted to surge
forward, cross to where Cat was watching her from the other side of the room
and fall to her knees before the other woman. To wrap her arms around Cat’s
waist and bury her head in her stomach to beg for forgiveness, but the cuffs
securing her wrists to the headboard held her in place—unbreakable due to the
glowing green collar around her neck. Even so she pulled against them, a small
whine escaping the back of her throat as they held her down, and instantly Cat was
at her side.
“Shh…” a warm hand
caressed her cheek offering a moment’s comfort. “I’m here, I’m right here.”
Kara nuzzled into the
touch, letting her arms relax now that Cat was so close, the urge to fight
against the restraints no longer quite so consuming. She wanted to believe that
her reaction was just because of this woman, that her submission was only for
Cat, but they both knew that until this was over there was something else that was
the true force behind her response. Cat’s presence right now meant that that
something else was coming, and it was that, more than the touch itself that let
her give in.
oh I didn't know you're taking prompts, I have one :DWhat about Cat and Kara having an Old Hollywood movie night, and kara becomes jealous of some Cat's crush, like Katharine Hepburn
“There’s something incredibly sexy about the way Hepburn carried herself,” Cat went on, waxing poetic, keeping her eyes fixed to the screen. “That deep voice. The confident swagger.”
“Yeah…I guess,” Kara sighed, shifting a little beneath the blanket they shared, digging through her popcorn. “If you like those things.”
“No, I…” she continued to fidget. “…of course I like…powerful women, obviously, I just…there’s something to be said for those of us who trip over our own feet a lot too, that’s all.”
Cat couldn’t help but smirk, tearing her focus away from the film, casting a curious glance down at her girlfriend.
“Are you really jealous of a dead celebrity?” she teased. “Is that…”
“I am not jealous!” Kara gaped defensively. “I didn’t say…”
“Because…” she whispered, curling around her coquettishly, batting her lashes against Kara’s cheek for extra effect. “If you need me to show you…just how jealous you don’t need to be, I can do that. As many times as it takes.”
“Now you’re just making fun of me,” she blushed.
“Am I?” Cat laughed softly, fingering the buttons of her shirt.
Kara swallowed, looking up at her eyes, the way they caught the light from the TV, making them flash even greener than usual.
“I don’t need reassuring,” she insisted, kissing her lips briefly before settling deeper into her arms. “But I’ll take it. After we finish the movie.”
“You do like it then!” Cat huffed, punching her arm playfully. “See, I knew you would.”
“What’s not to like?” Kara shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up as she devoured another handful of popcorn.
“Right,” Cat sighed. “Next time I catch you staring at Blake Lively, I’ll remember this.”
“No you won’t,” Kara laughed. “You’ll be busy staring too.”
Cat rolled her eyes, shaking her head, decidedly letting this one go.
“I don’t mind, really,” Kara whispered, snuggling sweetly against her chest. “So long as I’m your number one girl.”
Cat exhaled, pulling her tighter, kissing the top of her head.