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Seeing Inside
Kara does have x ray vision but she doesn’t usually use it. It’s like stalking someone on Instagram. You feel guilty and it’s hard to face the person afterward. If you’re Kara that is.
Alex is a major social media stalker. She has whole playlists that are just songs other people listen to, and she shows no shame about liking someone’s photo from 2013.
“If I had super vision, I’d check people out sometimes,” said Alex. “Like Cat Grant.”
Kara giggled and blushed, smushing her face in her hands.
“No you wouldn’t!”
“If I were you I would. You stare at her butt enough anyway I’m surprised you don’t know what kind of underwear she wears,” Alex snickered. “Also I myself would like to know.”
“Nooo,” said Kara. “Stop it,”
The next day, Miss Grant was sitting on her chair, one high heel resting on the table, and she heard Alex’s words in her head. How bad could it be? Especially if she wasn’t caught.
Cat had on these grey boyshort panties. Not what she expected at all, and super hot. It matched her outfit of the day in a way, this black pinstripe suit dress, channeling Claudette Colbert in It Happened One Night.
Kara was staring at the underwear and how Cat’s legs moved under her skirt, forgetting to look away.
Cat quickly put her leg down, thinking maybe when it was up on the desk people could see her underwear for real.
“Kara, why are you looking at me like that?” asked Miss Grant.
“Fuck! Nothing! I mean no reason,” she trailed off.
“I didn’t you could curse,” said Cat. “You learn something new every day.”
Aagh Kara was right, now she couldn’t look her boss in the eye. But also now she couldn’t stop herself.
The next day, Cat was wearing her blue pencil skirt with her white long sleeve shirt tucked into it, showing her adorable, soft, tiny curves.
Kara saw her soft stomach, brushing against her shirt, her little round breasts and pointed nipples underneath a thin pink bra. The one nipple was halfway outside her bra, and if she looked closely, she could see it brushing against the white shirt, but she couldn’t do that, she’d be looking too hard, and then Miss Grant would know, and-
“Well Kiera!” Miss Grant sighed. “I’m flattered but I don’t pay you to stare at me, go over my schedule for God’s sake!” Kara felt herself flush deep red with humiliation. Miss Grant gave her a smirk.
She looked again when Cat Grant sat down in her chair. This time she had these yellow panties riding up her ass, and good god she had a nice ass! It was so much bigger than Kara expected, and as Cat was absentmindedly swinging her legs to a song she was humming, it kept moving, so more of it was outside the underwear, softly leaning on her pencil skirt.
We know from the series but also from this story at this point, that Kara is not a subtle person. And she was once again caught.
“Kiera!” Snapped Miss Grant. “Tell me what the hell is going on with you lately.”
“Uh but I-“
“Now or you’re fired.”
Oh shit. She never should have let the idea get in her head, if no one talked to her about it, it wouldn’t have been so easy to carry out! It really wasn’t her fault, right?
“Oh god it’s all my fault,” said Kara.
“What is?” asked Cat concernedly. She lowered her voice. “Is it a supergirl thing?”
“Well kind of,” she said. Was she really going to tell her?
Cat knew Kara was supergirl ever since the bizzaro incident, where she doubted it for one crazy second, but then admitted she knew all along and would never tell a soul.
“I’m not going to tell you,” Kara said. “Sorry Miss Grant.”
“Oh does Sunny Danvers have a backbone now?” said Cat. “Hmm or maybe you don’t have enough of a backbone,” she tapped her finger on Kara’s collarbone area, “to tell me your little millennial problem.”
“Um, I never really used x ray vision and now I am and it’s giving me these problems and I saw your underwear!” Kara blurted out.
Cat’s eyes got big, a little blush dusted her cheeks and then she burst out laughing. The ice queen of National City burst out laughing.
“Oh my god,” she did this cute little snort. She had a high pitched sweet giggle Kara wanted to replay in her mind all day. “X ray, oh damnit, Kara darling.” She composed herself and took a breath.
“I want to make a deal with you,” she said. “If you saw my underwear, it’s only fair that I see yours.”
“I promise you, I’ll like it,” Cat purred in a sultry voice. Her sharp fingernails clutched the hem of Kara’s skirt.
“I didn’t really just see your underwear,” she said softly.
“Ohh you bad girl,” said Cat. “You’ll just have to bare your whole ass for me then, won’t you?”
“There are people looking through the window,” said Kara.
“Right,” Cat tsked. She ran her fingers across the hem of her skirt once more and stuck her cold hand up her warm shirt for a couple seconds, squeezed her skin, and said,
“There’s an empty floor a few floors down. Chop chop.”
They went in Cat’s private elevator. It smelled like lavender and snow and something sweetly, unexpectedly Cat, like a bit of banana bread.
“I’m going to have to punish you,” Miss Grant said. “I mean maybe I will,” she said more quietly.
“Oh yeah, I think you should,” Kara assured her. “I’m still going to feel really guilty otherwise.”
Cat snickered and the doors opened.
They were standing in the middle of the floor with all the empty desks. Cat stood on her tippy toes even though she didn’t need to and touched her chin. She let her hand wander down across her neck, her chest, her stomach, until she got to the hem of the skirt and yanked it down. The cold air blew on Kara’s ass and she felt it, she felt everything.
She gave her one hard slap and cleared her throat.
“Okay let’s go back to the office,” she said, like she regretted it, but she still had the deep honey in her voice.
“Let’s go back to the office, and do it again,” whispered Cat, and pressed a warm banana bread flavored kiss to her lips.