FIC THE THING
I WROTE THE SIN. i am Filth (kara is packing and there’s office sex so see you in Hell my friends). this one goes to @residentgeekmonkey bc we are both a hapless pile of trash.
WORK FROM HOME, the headcanons
Deflowering the office.
It’s not too chilly, not too warm.
Kara lets herself into the CatCo building, her fingerprints already registered through most security levels. It’s Date Night™, so she’s wearing the Cartier watch Cat gave her for their three-month anniversary, tailored jeans and a button up shirt. She might have let a few more buttons open than usual, but only because she knows Cat will appreciate the view.
There’s barely anyone at this hour, the entire floor silent. Which is good, because Kara’s jaw drops when she sees Cat Grant in a Very Sinful Tight Dress, a sleeveless thing that barely reaches mid thigh, having a drink on her balcony, looking like a Renaissance painting. Cat throws a look over her shoulder, very inviting.
Kara swallows dry, unable to break eye contact.
Cat sets her drink aside. “Are you going to just stand there?”