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Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant
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Soulmates: Chapter VII
Catherine Grant wasn’t as horrendous as Kara once felt her to be.
“Kara?” She leaned around her door on a single high heel, swinging a little almost. “The designers have sent over dresses. I need you to organise what I’m keeping and what I’m sending back.”
“Oh sure, of course. I’m covering the op-ed from the children’s hospital fundraiser gala. Can I get you a temp to help you?”
“Kara,” Cat said quietly, her expression flattening almost imperceptibly. “Does it look like a give a fuck about your extra-curriculars? In here, now please, I’m losing white blood cells and collagen with every passing second of the ennui that comes with reminding you of your job…”
“Yes Ma’am.” Kara pushed away lightly from her desk and stood up without a second word, following her boss into the executive office. “Oh!” Her eyes went wide and bright as she glanced at the navy silk with a thigh slit hung on the rack. “Okay, whatever that one is, the colour is beautiful.”
“You think so?” Cat quirked an odd look. “I thought it was a little too warm…”
“For your skin tone?” Kara balked. “Are you kidding? Don’t you remember the photographs from the front row at Paris Fashion Week? I think you were wearing… I can’t remember. It was like a silk blouse and wide legged pant, and it was all navy, just like that colour there.” Kara pointed with a beaming smile. “I remember seeing that photo and thinking…wow.”
“Must have been someone else.” Cat rolled her eyes. “I haven’t been to Paris Fashion Week since at least 2014. After the krav maga incident with Anna Wintour? Battle lines were drawn. It’s very much the Tupac and Biggie of the publishing world. I steer clear of Paris and London Fashion Week, and she knows laying a single footstep on the Oscars red carpet would be tantamount to a drive-by shooting,” Cat said in her refined, clipped way that breezed over the absurdity.
“No, it was definitely you, probably a year or two before that.” Kara nodded and thought nothing of it.
“You could have only been what…” Cat snorted slightly. “A teenager?”
“Mhm.” Kara never took her eyes off the navy dress.
It reminded her of home, her childhood bedroom, and the magazine cut-outs stuck up on the wall that she saved from whatever fancy lifestyle and fashion magazines she could get her hands on.
Kara continued, “I thought you were the most elegant, beautiful woman I had ever seen. I mean, I was a kid, what did I know about fashion?” Kara shrugged and glanced over at her boss. “I wore dungarees and flannel every day—still do when I’m not at work. But, you know, I saw that photograph and figured…I wanted to dress like that one day. I wanted to look that immaculate and ladylike, just like that, put together and pretty, one day.”
In her own world, Kara imagined what Lena would look like in that colour on her creamy ivory skin, her pristine painted red lips, and some beaming carpet ready grin. Lena’s skin was a little cooler toned, Kara imagined emerald, then ruby red, before settling on emerald again.
The green would bring out her eyes, she thought.
Kara flinched, a certain warmth spreading on her hip, right on that spot that never seemed to get any clearer, yet somehow never looked the same for more than a sporadic, ever-shortening period of a few days a time.
“Kara?” Cat’s voice sounded a little softer—maybe just somewhat flattered.
“Mhm?”
“The next time I want a blow-by-blow of your…rather sad, Charlotte’s Web, Wizard Of Oz, there’s no place like home existence of a childhood, back in Shitsville, Nowhere”—There was absolutely no sting in the way she said it and Kara understood perfectly that none was intended—“I will listen to your TedTalk on how you became the foremost expert in the holistic control of high blood pressure in the elderly with advanced-onset Alzheimer’s disease, by boring them, slowly, lulling them into a state of calm, with stories nobody cares to hear.”
“Miss Grant, that one was impressive even for you.”
“I know.” Cat pushed a small, slow smile. “Put that one in the return pile.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
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