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“Harley, stop prank-calling the office. I gave you Lois’ home number for a reason.”

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Well, there’s something to be said for super-speed. 

Cat immediately snaps up the…wind-ruffled folder before tugging Kara down in a thankful, lingering kiss from the window, breeze curling blonde locks around her neck. “Hmm, although–” And, oh, her smile spreads against her, voice light–teasing “I’m suddenly remembering why I was late in the first place. Go away, you’re distracting.”

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Heels settle on the edge of her desk as she leans back in her chair, immediately tucking up her phone, not bothering with a greeting as she swallows her Valentine’s gift to herself. 

Cupcake.

“I’m assuming you got the gift?” 

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Cat’s chin tips upward at the feeling that settles over her before the air does--that faintest shift that she can never quite explain. The way the entire world moves, for a moment, before Kara suddenly appears within it, completing the picture where something was absent, a moment before. 

Wind brushes through the hair not tucked upwards in a messy bun, the city light glinting off of the glasses settled on the tip of her nose and catching, momentarily, on the bright white of a laptop screen tucked before crossed knees.

Relief. 

Cat snaps the laptop closed because there will always be work to do, they both know that well. 

They’d planned dinner, of course. They did last year, as well, and the year before that, but no holiday has managed to go off without an explosion...or a robbery...or Olivia drunk-tweeting on accident thanks to sitting on her technologically handicapped phone. But dinner is far gone and so is the pretense of ever making it on a holiday. They both know that, too.

“Ah--” Her hand slowly raises upwards in a motion for Kara to halt her movement, gently untucking the small box of cupcakes she’d pulled out of the freezer an hour prior. It’s two days after Valentine’s and, oh, Cat will plan something a little more dramatic, later. For now, well--

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A faint laugh rumbles against the girl’s shoulder–muffled by skin and…warmth. “Either you’re biased,” She pulls away to pat her cheek, a hint of fondness swelling in her throat that she does a valiant job of hiding, “Or you’ve been spending far too much time with Carter.”

No one else, after all, thinks Cat is capable of hugs, at all. 

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“Hmm, is that a suggestion, or an order, Doctor?” 

Grant, for her part, doesn’t get up from the desk, regardless. Janet can try to drag her away from it

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"Oh, a gentlewoman," It comes out teasing--something warm bubbling underneath the surface like the heat beneath a geyser, the breath that's sucked through teeth rolling out in a rushing laugh of heat through the cool, glossy surface of night air. The hand that had been steadying itself on a shoulder to get out of the car curves around Kara's cheek. Pushes up, up, and away to gently twine a strand of hair about the tip of her finger, watching the curl fall down to her wrist. "Who knew." 

The city lights dance in eyes that might paint a forest scape hundreds of miles away they're so bright as Cat brings herself closer, feeling the heat of breath warm her skin--her knuckles--the air between them when Kara finally looks up. 

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"Oh, Kara." It breaks against lips before it even meets the air, any hint of stoicism crumbling in the air between them. Not that there would have been much of a point of a front, anyways. Cat's heart wasn't made of lead where Kara was concerned, and she had no doubt that x-ray vision could pierce right through it. 

It's funny, really, Cat would have thought the price of omniscience would be the loss of her conscience. So many tales woven by men--always by men--warn of the pitfalls of knowledge. It creates wickedness--creates disaster--but here she stands, twisting around to face Kara with level eyes, and she can't help the emotion that clogs her chest. Presses against her lungs and ribs until her breath comes out in a ragged, useless gasp of a noise before she rolls back her shoulders and crosses the distance between them. 

"I wish...more than anything that I could stay." 

Even more selfishly, she wishes Kara could rest.

And, oh, how she wishes she never left, at all. 

"You know," Fingers cup her cheek--guide Kara close enough to taste her breath; to settle her nose in the slope of her jaw-- "I can't promise that. All I can do is give you what time I do have." 

All she can do is see Kara through it. 

Til a few hundred deaths or so do them part wasn't exactly a part of their vows, but the sentiment still remains. 

"I'm here, now."