#But all the other girlies look chocolate like proper good delicious how do they do it….

[solarismp3]

Hi can one of you girl identifying ppl tell me why my make up looks o bad/boring

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Lost - kth | M

⇒ Summary: Getting lost in the wilderness of Norway wasn’t exactly a good idea. Getting lost with Kim Taehyung, the biggest fuckboy of them all, was an even worse idea... Or so you thought.

⇒ Pairing: Taehyung x female reader

⇒ Genre: A bit of fluff, angst and smut.

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 4.7k

⇒ Warnings: mentions of loss of parents, Taehyung is an asshole in one bit of the story, reader has a potty mouth, otherwise it’s just filth containing grinding, fingering, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up, folks) and creampie.

⇒ A/N: Hello my precious beans! I wrote this piece as a celebration for hitting another milestone a couple of weeks ago. I cannot express the happiness I feel nor the amount of love I have for all of you, followers and moots alike! I hope you enjoy this smol gift of my appreciation! xoxo

“Go away.” 

You heard a deep chuckle behind you, followed with, “I really have no where else to go.” 

“You can go back to that cliff and jump off it.” You sneered, taking a step further up the steep hill, your hand reaching out for a tree thrunk to stabilize yourself, “That, in fact, would make me very happy.” 

Another chuckle, “But then who will protect you from the wolves, Y/N?” 

“There’s no wolves in these parts of the forest, idiot. If you’d done your research you would’ve known that.” Just as you took another step, your foot slipped and you tilted backward, only to fall into a strong body, arms going around your shoulders. You looked up at the smirking face above you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I had an inkling feeling that you did all this just to get me alone.” He said, one of his brows shooting upward provocatively as his hands shifted and ended up at your hips, “But all you had to do was ask, baby.” 

“Get your hands off me!” You exclaimed and twisted your body in his hold, “As if I would ever do that just to be alone with you.” You growled and glared at him as you created some distance between you, “God! Do you ever think about anything else than fucking?” 

The smirk vanished from his lips and he gave you a one-shouldered shrug, “Not really.” 

“Ugh!” You shuddered as you continued up the hill, cursing your luck to be lost in the midst of Norway’s forests with the Kim Taehyung. 

You’ve had the ‘pleasure’ of knowing him for almost 5 years now. The two of you met in College when your best friend, Denise, started dating his best friend Jimin. Already from the beginning you could tell Taehyung was what you classified as a Grade A Fuckboy. You had a ranking system and he was at the top of the list. There was nothing and no one he wouldn’t have sex with as long as it was humanoid, had a heartbeat and a pussy. You and Denise had kept number of how many women he’d played throughout College and the final number was something you needed four pairs of hands to count, when you graduated. 

And in his wake, he left broken hearts. 

God, the amount of women you’d seen show up at his door, crying, begging him to take them back, that they’d change for him, they would do anything, just as long as he took them back. Most times he would dismiss them coldly but other times, he would take them back, only to use them a bit more until he got bored and they’d be back to square one. 

You couldn’t really blame them. Taehyung was taken out of a model magazine. His hair looked soft and well kept, his skin was clearer and brighter than your future with no pimple in sight. His eyes were this deep brown, almost black in the right lighting and they were sharp, so sharp in fact that you sometimes feared he could look straight into your eyes and see all your secrets. He could intimidate even the smartest of smartasses with a simple leveled stare. 

His nose were sculpted by the Gods themselves, fuck the whole man was, but it just had the perfect proportions, the soft bridge, the sharp tip. God, you hated his nose.  

And his lips, ugh, they just looked so soft and pliable. Not that you had fantasized about kissing them or anything, nope. 

His body stood tall and lean. The man’s S shape was to kill for. You hadn’t imagined what he looked like underneath his designer clothes, ever. You were a proper woman, after all. 

You were also a big fat liar. The amount of hours, days, month, years you had crushed on the motherfucker was something you didn’t want to say out loud. But you told yourself that it was alright. You were single, hadn’t felt the touch of a man in so long you were pretty sure there was cobwebs down there and it didn’t help that Taehyung was the epitome of perfection. 

You wanted to be selfish and hope your best friend’s relationship with Jimin would end quickly but no, luck wasn’t on your side because here you were, 5 years later, lost in the woods with the man you secretly wanted to fuck you stupid. 

You have problems, girlie. You are lost in the middle of nowhere, no town in the near vicinity, the sun is setting, your phone is dead and the only thing you can think about is dick. Holy fuck, I need a therapist. 

“Woman, slow down.” You heard Taehyung call out behind you and you glanced over your shoulder. He had fallen behind as you had been lost in your thoughts. 

“Keep up, idiot. We need to find somewhere to rest before the sun goes down.” You yelled back, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw how his chest was heaving, “Perhaps you should work on your stamina when we get back home.” You told him as he reached you, leaning against a tree with a hand. 

Despite his heavy breathing, he raised his head to look at you, a teasing grin on his lips, “Oh, I have plenty of stamina.” 

You sighed and continued upwards. 

“Let’s keep going. We only have an hour or so before the daylight is gone.” 

“You’re kinda sexy when bossy, Y/N.”

“Shut the fuck up and keep walking.” 

You sat down with a sigh, leaning against a tree as Taehyung lit a small campfire he’d made. The man wasn’t as useless as you’d first thought, this being his first hike and all. You slid the straps of your bag off your shoulders and placed it between your legs. 

“I’m hungry.” Taehyung said, poking the fire with a stick. 

“I have something, just give me a second.” You rummaged around your bag, smiling a little when you found what you were looking for and pulled out the items. 

Taehyung frowned upon seeing what was in your hand, “You can’t be serious.” 

“That’s all I have because Jimin is the one with the bag full of food.” You told him coldly and threw the Snickers bar at him, “I have a couple more but I reckon you also want some food tomorrow since it’s a good 15 kilometer walk from here to the nearest town.” 

He didn’t answer but he pouted and for a second you were about to coo at how cute he looked but you fought the sound back. 

None of you uttered a word as you ate the chocolate bars. It had been a hellish day and you couldn’t wait to just put up your one-man tent and get some sleep. 

It didn’t occur to you right away but when it did, you stiffened. 

“Alright, should we set up the tent?” He asked, standing up, looking at you expectantly. 

Your eyes snapped to his and you opened your mouth, only to close it again. 

“Y/N?” 

Okay, calm down. The tent isn’t that small. There’s plenty of space for the two of you. Also it’s not like he has to share your sleeping bag, you dumb hoe.

“Oh fuck.” You heard him murmur as he fiddled with his own bag.

“What?” You asked, slowly standing up.

“I think I lost my sleeping bag when I fell earlier.” 

“YOU WHAT?!” 

Taehyung shushed you, “Don’t scream like that. The wolves might hear you.” 

You groaned loudly and grabbed your bag, loosening the straps that held your tent, “I can’t believe you’ve lost your sleeping bag. Just how stupid are you?” 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, y’know. I’m not that much of a degenerate.” He huffed and folded his arms across his chest. 

You mumbled curses under your breath as you began to assemble the tent, snarling at Taehyung to just leave you alone. 

It was just your luck. Nights out here were cold, especially in the altitude you were at and the thin walls of the tent wasn’t going to be enough to keep a person warm. 

You could just let him freeze to death… Or you could give in and share that delicious body heat with him. 

The first thing you planned on doing when you got back home was to call a therapist. 

With the tent finally assembled, you crawled inside and laid out your sleeping bag and pillow. You felt his presence behind you, in the opening and you glanced back. His eyes were watching whatever it was you were doing and his eyes widened as he saw only one sleeping bag and one pillow. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” He asked, eyes rising to meet yours. 

You shrugged and tried to look stoic, “On the ground, I guess.” 

“But it’s getting colder, Y/N. Surely you can’t mean that.” He said, his tone soft and confused. You rolled your eyes and patted your pillow for good measure before taking off your cap, throwing it in the corner. 

“Y/N.” He whined. 

“Shouldn’t have lost your sleeping bag.” 

You moved and sat down on your sleeping bag and took off your jacket as Taehyung crawled into the tent and sat down next to you on the sleeping bag. 

“We’re gonna have to share.” He said, glancing at you. 

“No, we are not.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because,” You began as you crawled to the entrance to zip up the entrance, closing it, “You can’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

Taehyung snorted and shook his head, “What? You think I would touch you like that? Tch, you aren’t exactly my type.” 

You pretended that his words didn’t hurt you, “You’d fuck anything with a pulse and a hole, Taehyung.” 

“Except you.” 

It wasn’t the words themselves that hurt you the most, it was the way he said them: with utter disgust. You ignored how your heart sped up, hammering in your chest and you felt the stingy feeling of tears threatening to appear as you roughly shoved him off your sleeping bag and laid down with your back to him. 

“So that’s it? You’re not gonna-”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

He didn’t say a word after that. Thankfully, you had your back to him, so he didn’t see the few stray tears that fell and you angrily wiped them away. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep but your heart just kept hammering in your chest, almost painfully. 

Did he find you that unattractive? Why would he flirt with you then? Did you read too much into it? What did he mean with ‘not his type’ considering he isn’t particularly picky? All those questions kept being repeated over and over for what felt like an eternity. You sighed heavily and moved to enter the sleeping bag, zipping it close without even sparing a glance at Taehyung. 

Outside the winds picked up and soon the sound of pitter-patter on the tent lulled you to sleep. 

You were jolted awake by Taehyung roughly shaking your shoulder, “Wake up!” 

“Wha-” You paused when a flash of light lit up the tent and you saw his panicked expression, soon the familiar rumbling of thunder sounded above you. 

“There’s a storm.” 

“Obviously. Now can I go back to sleep?” You snarled, glaring at him just as another flash of light happened and you saw him freeze up in the second it happened. 

Was he scared of lightning?

Then you heard him draw a shaky breath and you finally noticed how his hand, which was still on your shoulder, were trembling. 

He really was scared of lightning. 

“Are you scared?” You asked him, sitting up in the sleeping back. Taehyung averted his eyes to the roof of the tent where the rain was pouring. He swallowed thickly and nodded. 

You couldn’t help to chuckle when he flinched at another flash. 

“It’s not funny.” He murmured, glaring weakly at you. 

“Just a little.” 

The wind picked up speed and jostled the tent, making him scoot closer to you until his hands brushed against yours on the ground. That’s when you felt how cold he was and the regret immediately took a hold of your stomach, churning it into knots and a lump formed in your throat. 

You really are a bitch, huh? Look at him. Shivering and scared and you actually laugh at him. 

He yelped and that brought your attention to his face. He was trembling so bad and you couldn’t decipher if it was from fear or being cold. He looked so out of it, a look you’ve never seen on him before. 

Without thinking, you zipped open the bag and held it open, “Crawl in.” You told him. 

Taehyung whipped his head around to look at you so fast, muttering, “What?” 

“I said, crawl in.”

“B-But I thought you-”

“Taehyung, shut up and get in the sleeping bag.” 

He nodded and crawled into the bag quickly, mumbling an apology as he hit your stomach with his elbow. You laid back down and heard the zipper as he closed the bag. It was a tight fit, alright. He was laying half-way on top of you and you could barely move. 

“It might be easier if we lay on our sides.” You said and rolled over with a bit of a struggle, “Roll over.” 

“Alright, alright.” 

You expected him to roll the opposite way so you would lie back to back but nope, he rolled over so he was spooning you. You stiffened when you felt him put an arm over your midsection, his loud exhale tickling the baby hairs on your neck.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked, having to swallow thickly as you felt him get more comfortable by wiggling his hips, scooting ever closer to you.

“Getting comfortable.” He answered casually. 

“Don’t get any ideas.” You mumbled. 

“I won’t. Promise.” 

Another flash of lightning struck close to the tent and you felt the earth tremble at the sheer force. Taehyung tensed up immediately, his arm drawing you closer to his chest in response. You maneuvered your arm so that you could place it over his, your fingers drawing circles on his forearm and that seemed to help him calm down a little. 

“Since when have you been scared of thunderstorms?” You asked him, trying to get him to distracted to the storm outside. 

“Since I was eight.” You wondered if that was all he would say about it but he continued, “I lost my parents in a car crash. We crashed during a thunderstorm… Since then I haven’t been the biggest fan of them.” 

Another lightning struck and he tensed up again. You kept on drawing circles on his skin. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He let out a breathy chuckle, “It’s okay. My grandparents raised me after that and I am grateful to them.” You had met his grandparents a handful of times and while his grandfather was very reserved, his grandmother on the other hand was the sweetest elderly woman you had ever met, always caring and giving Taehyung too much food so he has to share it with Jimin.

“I like your grandmother’s bibimbap.” You said, “I tried it once when I was visiting Jimin.” While you couldn’t see it, you could almost feel him smile. 

“Yeah, she makes killer bibimbap.” 

“She does.” 

“I’m sure she’d love to cook some for you, Y/N. She likes you.” 

“She does?” You turned your head to look at him, straining your neck, “I mean you always tell me I’m a bitch but-”

“That’s because you are a bitch but my grandma happens to like you, so���” He raised his head, resting it on his other arm, his eyes looking down at you and then he grinned.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile, “Good to know.” 

The rain was slowing down and the thunder seemed to slowly move away as the two of you looked at each other. You had never seen him so up close and you hated to admit but he was even more beautiful. 

Taehyung stared down at you when his arm moved slightly on your midsection, “Can I ask you something?” He whispered, biting his lip nervously. 

You shrugged but nodded. 

“Do you hate me?” 

Did you hate him? No. “It’s just you keep on saying that you hate me, so I’ve always wondered if you really do hate me, y’know?” 

You bit your lip as well, before wetting them, “I don’t hate you, Taehyung.” His eyes lit up at your words, “But you’re a pain in the ass and have been since the day we met. You’re self-centered, arrogant and a fuckboy but I don’t hate you.” 

You felt his arm move and then his hand grasped yours, interlocking your fingers, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” 

“You’ve said many things that pissed me off, idiot. Be more specific.” You knew what he was talking about but you weren’t going to let him off that easily. 

“When I said you weren’t my type…” He trailed off as you hummed, waiting, “I lied.” His hand clenched yours as he slowly descended to graze your lips with his. 

Your eyes went wide and you moved your head, “What are you doing?” 

“Kissing you?” 

“No, what are you doing? I am not to be another check-off on your list, Taehyung.” You tried to move but his arm simply tightened around you, “Fuck off with that shit or you can sleep on the cold ground.” 

“What if I told you that I like you?” At his words, you scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I mean it, Y/N.” 

“Then I’d say I don’t believe you. I’ve heard you say that one too many times to other women to let that fool me. Now stop talking and go to sleep. Let’s pretend this never happened.” You laid your head back down.

“But I don’t want to pretend-”

“But I do!” You snapped, head turning up to look at him, “I do! I am not dealing with your bullshit. I don’t want a single night or maybe a handful of nights with you. I will not let myself get hurt simply because I allowed my stupid crush to grow into to something bigger, you got it?” 

“What crush?” 

You shook your head and let it fall to the pillow, extracting your hand from his, “I am going to sleep now.” You announced. 

Taehyung shook his head, “No, you’re not! What were you talking about?” 

“I find you attractive, you dumbass, and thus are attracted to you, now shut the hell up and sleep.” 

That seemed to shut him up and you closed your eyes, trying to get comfortable in the sleeping bag but all this talking has gotten your blood pumping way to fast to fall asleep, “Fuck.” You muttered under your breath. 

Then you felt him move, wiggling his hips and you were about to tell him to cut that shit when you felt it. Eyes snapping open, you gaped as he pressed his crotch against your ass. 

“Are you…” You swallowed thickly, “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“What?” 

“Your dick is hard.”

“And?” 

“And… And?!” You grit your teeth, “You’re unbelievable.” 

He grumbled something you didn’t quite catch, “I’m sorry but all the talk about you finding me attractive made him all excited. I can’t exactly control it.” 

“Stop pressing your dick against my ass.” You tried to move away from him but the sleeping bag just wasn’t big enough. 

“Stop wiggling your ass then if you don’t want to get poked, Y/N.” His voice came out as a huff, voice laced with desire but you kept on moving until he moved his hand to your hips and grasped it hard, “I said stop.” 

The bolt of desire that shot through you and pooled between your legs at his commanding tone and the way his fingers dug into your hip was undeniably hard to ignore. You bit your lips trying to contain a whine when his fingers loosened but you couldn’t stop your body from pressing against his crotch. It seemed to have a mind of it’s own while you struggled. You felt his eyes bore into your face as you bit your lip, pressing your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

But he did notice. How could he not for the hand on your hip moved to the apex of your thighs and this time, you whined softly. 

“Do you have something you want to say?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as his hand moved slowly further down between your legs, “Maybe you do want me.” 

“N-No.” Was your weak response. 

He huffed behind you and you felt him nose the skin behind your ear, “Then why are you squirming?” He whispered before planting a soft kiss there. 

“I…” You trailed off as his hand moved to cup your mound, “Tae.” You sighed as you moved your hair, giving him better access to your neck, goosebumps spreading as he kissed his way down your neck until he reached your shoulder where he nipped your skin. 

He ground his hard cock against your ass and you returned the movement with pushing back against him, causing him to growl. He snaked his other arm around your shoulders, his hand grabbing your throat gently without squeezing. 

You grinded against each other, filling the tent with whimpers and growls, the rain and storm long forgotten as it rolled by. You moved an arm behind you, delving your fingers into his hair and tugged, causing him to groan out. 

“Fuck, you like that?” You asked, trying to steal a glance at him. 

He hummed, his chest vibrating against your back at the sound, “Tease.” He growled as he moved his hand from your center to the hem of your t-shirt, yanking it up and you moaned when you finally felt his fingers on your bare skin, “So soft.” 

Taehyung rolled his hips faster, grinding his cock against you and slid his hands down your loose pants, his finger seaking out your soaked pussy and he muttered a soft ‘fuck’ as he felt how drenched you were. 

“You’re so wet, babe. All this, just for me?” 

“Shut up and fuck me.” 

“But I want to taste you.” 

“Another time, now hurry up before I get bored.” 

“What about a condom?”

“It’s fine, I have an IUD. Go ham.” 

He moved the hand on your throat and grasped your chin with his long fingers, tilting your head upwards and kissed you gently. Your mind was hazy from the lust and pleasure and all you could do was moan as his tongue seeked out yours as you opened your mouth to him. He swallowed the sounds you made as he sunk one finger into you whilst his thumb drew lazy circles around your clit. You began riding his hand as he inserted a second finger, making you keen. 

“Enough.” You mumbled against his lips, “I want you inside me.”

He withdrew his hand from your pants and quickly got to work on his own whilst you wriggled to pull your pants down with one hand, curling in on yourself to slide them off your legs. You were pushed as he struggled to get his pants down and once he did, he sighed in relief as his cock sprang free. 

“That good?” You asked with a small smile, one which he returned as he adjusted himself to lay beside you more comfortably. 

“You try wearing jeans when your dick is hard.” 

“No thanks.” 

Taehyung chuckled and gave you a quick pick on the lips before you felt him line up with your entrance, “You good?” 

You grabbed his forearm and nodded. You hadn’t seen his dick but it felt big when the tip brushed against your sobbing hole and you had to bite your lip to contain a whimper when he finally sunk into you. 

“Jesus fucking, ah.” You cursed and he let out a breathless chuckle. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“It stings a little but I don’t mind it.” 

He raised a brow, “So you’re into pain?” 

You elbowed him in his chest, causing him to grunt, “Just fuck me already, dumbass.” Another hum came from him and he snapped his hips, bottoming out in one movement, causing you to choke on a breath as he quickly set a punishing pace. His cock split open your walls with ease as your wetness gushed around him, creating the most lewd sounds barely muffled by the sleeping bag. 

Your one hand found purchase in his hair again, tugging and pulling with each thrust of his hips and you let out breathy moans as he fucked you. 

“Ah, shit.” Taehyung threw his head back when you clenched around him as his cock hit a particularly spot inside you, “Fuck, you’re tight.” 

“Don’t you dare stop until I cum, Tae.” You managed to say as his pace didn’t let up. His hand moved your leg to lie above his as his other hand that was around your shoulders moved up under your t-shirt, seeking out your bouncing breasts. You cried out as he pinched a nipple harshly, clawing at his forearm. 

“You really like pain, huh?” His statement went unanswered as you didn’t have the brainpower to form words. All you could think about was his cock drilling into you over and over and over until drool began to run from your mouth and onto the pillow. 

“F-fuh-fuck, I’m gonna - Ah!” A loud cry erupted from you as you felt him rub your clit with his thumb. Taehyung growled as your walls clenched around his cock, your entire body going rigid in his arms as the band in your belly finally snapped. He let out a huff and grabbed your throat, clenching slightly as he chased down his own high. 

You could only hold on for the ride as he jackhammered you into next week, fucking you stupid, just like you had dreamt of. 

“Can I - Fuck - Inside?” He kissed your jaw, “Please.” 

“Christ, yes, do it.” You whined in response and twisted your neck to kiss him as he gave you one last thrust, burying himself deeply and he groaned into the kiss as he painted your inner walls with his cum. The kiss ended as his cock slowly softened inside you. 

You stayed there, both of you catching your breaths. 

“I do like you, Y/N.” 

“Show me, Tae. I need to see if you really mean it.” 

“Great idea, how about we go for another round and then I can ask you out for dinner?” 

Around 4 PM, you and Taehyung finally arrived in the town, immediately seeking out the hotel you were going to stay at, hoping to find Jimin and Denise there. 

You found your friends in the bar and once they spotted you, they ran to the two of you, engulfing you in hugs. 

“Are you okay?” Denise asked as she checked you over for any injuries, “I am so sorry. You must have been so scared.” 

You snorted and patted her cheek, “I’m alright, Deni. I had the dumbass to watch over me.” 

“You didn’t happen to see or hear any wolves, did you?” Jimin asked, gesturing to the TV, “It was just on the news that wolves were spotted in that particular area.” 

You didn’t need to look at Taehyung to know that he was wearing a smug grin, instead opting to brush past your friends and over to the bar, in dire need of a drink. 

“Hey Y/N, I’m going to head up and take a shower. Don’t be late!” Taeyung called out as he left the area. Denise raised a brow as she sat down next to you, looking at you expectantly. 

“Don’t be late for what?” She asked. 

You shrugged and waved the bartender over, “Our date.” 

“Date? The Kim Taehyung asked you out on a date?” 

“Yeah, after we fucked, what, three? Four times? Something like that.” 

“You WHAT?!” 

“Right. Time to go.” You quickly kissed her cheek and dashed towards the elevators. You didn’t even try to hide your smile as the doors opened to the elevator. 

You were really looking forward to said date.

[clearwillow]

White Day

A/N: Tohru Honda’s sweet personality from Fruits Basket is the way to describe Rin’s kind personality within this one shot. I hope you all enjoy this short story.

White Day By: @kimmigirl9

Valentine’s Day came and went in a blink of an eye. Now today was March 14th, also known as White Day. A day where men return the favor by gifting the girl a sweet treat in return. I wasn’t a man of sweets but I thought about making a sweet treat from scratch. But I forgot I’m not that handy in the kitchen. I would end up burning the treats instead. I just decided to go out and just buy a sweet treat instead. “Maybe chocolate covered strawberries?” Finding a gift for Rin wouldn’t be too hard. She wasn’t picky when it came to gifts. I could pick a single flower just from a branch of a tree and she would appreciate it very much.

Walking through the city I looked through the windows of shops near my townhome. Nothing called to me. Though the sweet gifts were white, they weren’t the exact white I was looking for. Instead of a sweet treat I decided to look at jewelry. I’ve never gifted Rin jewelry before, but I know she would love whatever I presented her. After I walked a few blocks I found the jewelry shop. Looking through the glass window the perfect shade of white caught my eye. The necklace was the perfect white. The silver chained held a plum blossom flower. “Rin’s scent.” The flower necklace was in fact what Rin’s scent was. I knew I had to buy this before anyone else did.

I walked inside and was greeted by the manager I believe. “Good morning to you sir. My name is Jakotsu, how may I be of assistance to you on this fine day?” His voice had a bit of a girly tone to it. He was dressed in a woman’s festival kimono and his hair was pulled back with a hairpin.

I pointed over my shoulder, “the plum blossom necklace in the window. I would like to purchase the piece.”

“Ah, such a fine piece I have to agree.” He went over and picked the necklace from the bust it rested on. “Would you like it gift wrapped?” He asked cheerfully.

“Yes, it’s a white day gift,” I said quickly.

The dude’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “You must have a special girl in your life.” I only nodded to him. He placed the necklace in its proper box and then wrapped it up in shiny white paper and gold ribbon. “Is there anything else I could be of service to you or will this be it?”

“Just the necklace, how much?” I asked as I pulled out my wallet from my back pocket.

He rang me up, “that will be ¥11,000 yen sir,” he said with a smirk. I handed him my gold card to pay for Rin’s gift. “Thank you sir. You have a marvelous day. I do hope the special girl of yours enjoys your gift.” I only nodded my head and left without another word to him.

I looked at the time on my phone and it was almost noon. “I’m supposed to meet Rin at the white day festival at the park.” Turning into a ball of white light I shot towards Ueno Park. She wanted to have a picnic to celebrate today. I wasn’t the one for picnics but I didn’t want to let her down and went along with it.

Arriving at the park the festival was in full swing. Couples young and old were scattered around enjoying the festivities with one another. Vendors lined up and down the walkway selling anything from marshmallow treats, to white chocolates, and jewelry. It’s a good thing I found Rin’s gift in town. I hope she likes it when I present it to her later.

The wind blew around me and I could pick up Rin’s sweet scent not too far off from where I was. “So she’s near the lake?” I veered around the couples and walked down the paved path for a few minutes. Looking to my right, there she was. Rin was dressed elegantly in a long white kimono dress. I never seen her look this beautiful before. She is usually dressed like a tomboy since she plays different sports. Seeing her dressed this magnificent I realized she has an amazing frame. The white fabric wrapped around her body like art. I never knew she had such a delicate figure. Her hair was pulled back and wrapped up tight with a hairpin keeping it in place. While I’m dressed in a quarter sleeve white button up shirt and denim blue jeans. My long silver hair was pulled back in a braided ponytail. I look more like a university student studying to be a lawyer with the black glasses I’m wearing.

I walked over to her as she had her back to me, “Rin?” I called to her softly.

My voice I guess startled her as she jumped a few feet. When she turned around her eyes lit up. “Sesshomaru, you startled me. How are you?” She asked softly and bowed before me. Lifting her head she gestured a hand to sit down on the blanket she had set up.

“The same as always. I may as well ask you the same.” I took a seat across from her as she sat on her knees.

“I am well, thank you for asking,” she smiled brightly. “Are you hungry? I made some fish cutlets and a few other delicious foods?” She pulled out a plate of fried fish, a bowl of mixed fruits, and a plate of raw vegetables. I have to say Rin has a green thumb when it comes to cooking. I nodded to her question and picked up a piece of fish. Bringing the cutlet to my mouth I could smell it was cod. She knows my favorite fish all too well. I took a medium sized bite and chewed it quickly. “Is it to yourself liking?” She asked happily.

“It’s good. It’s very fresh and the cod has a juicy taste,” I let her know. Her chocolate eyes lit up with enjoyment. “Are you going to eat?” She hasn’t picked up any piece of food yet.

“Oh! Yes, I just wanted to ask if you liked my cooking. You know I’m going to get my culinary degree and I need someone’s feedback.” She picked up a small piece of cutlet and took a small bite. “It’s so good. This definitely will be one of the foods I’ll make for my entrance exam.” I know she’ll do well. “After our lunch is there anything you would like to do or go see?” Her smile is what attracted me to her. Though we haven’t hadn’t our first kiss yet and we are technically dating, I just wasn’t ready.

“We can walk around the perimeter of the lake or the festival,” I let her know. Her eyes keep lighting up.

“That would be wonderful and I really appreciate that very much,” she said as she took another bite of the meal she made. Her lips were calling to me. I know I won’t be able to resist them much longer. She picked up a bowl of fruit which had mango, strawberries, and cherries in it. “Here have some fruit and also some veggies.” She picked up the plate of carrots and broccoli. I grabbed a small plate and put a few pieces of each food she held in front of me.

“Do you happen to have anything to drink?”

“Oh how rude of me.” She placed the food down and pulled two water bottles out. “I’m so sorry Sesshomaru. I was so excited for you to try my food that I forgot that I brought water for us.”

“It’s quite alright,” I let her know. She can be a bit of a ditz, but that’s what I like about her personality. “When do you take your exam for culinary school?”

“At the end of the month. I’m a bit nervous though. The school I’m trying to get into, well they expect high results. So since I’m planning the cod cutlets I want to create a sauce to put as a drizzle on top. So far ones I’ve made in the past don’t taste great with it,” she said softly.

“Why not try salsa? Possibly mango?” I hope these ideas brighten her day.

“Mango salsa?” She thought. “Oh wow that actually could work. Thank you Sesshomaru,” she bowed to me with gratitude. “When I make it, will you be my first tester?”

“Are you trying to make me your guinea pig?” I asked, giving her an awkward smile.

“Haha, maybe. Besides no one else, even my other friends wouldn’t try my food. So you were the only one I knew would.”

I couldn’t turn her down for that. “I’ll be your guinea pig.”

“Yay! Thank you. I promise this will be a meal you’ll love the most.”

0/0/0/0

Later after we cleaned up our lunch, we went and looked around the festival. The vendors tried to persuade us into buying their products. The items weren’t equally as special as the gift I’ll present Rin later. The perfumes burnt my nose that I had to pull us away from them. “I don’t blame you for wanting to get away from the perfume vendors Sesshomaru. The aroma is too strong for me,” she said softly. “I prefer aromas that are light with a hint of citrus.” I smiled very quickly at her words.

As we veered around everyone dark clouds started to cover the sky. “Looks like it’s going to get bad here soon. Come Rin, let’s get under a pavilion.” I took her hand without asking and I booked us under the closest one near us. I guess others had the same thought. “We’ll wait here till the storm passes.” The rain came down in sheets. Lots of people were getting soaked. It’s a good thing I got us under here fast because we both would have been soaked like everyone else. Plus with Rin’s white kimono, she would be totally exposed and I couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay, let’s take a seat,” she pointed towards the dirty tables. I can’t let Rin get her white kimono dirty. So instead I took a seat and pulled her over my lap. “Umm, Sesshomaru?” She had a look of confusion in her eyes.

“You’ll get your kimono dirty if you sit on the bench. We’ll move here soon.” I can tell the storm won’t last long. Maybe ten minutes at most.

“Okay. Is there anything you want to do later? I know they’re having a fireworks show tonight.” I looked at my phone again and it was almost two-thirty.

“It’s still quite a while till the show starts. We can go get a cup of tea after the storm passes.”

“Tea sounds lovely. Do you want to go to one of the cafes in town or here at the park?”

“In town.” I don’t care for vendors’ tea. They aren’t worth the money. Rin suddenly moved and rested her head against my shoulder. “Are you cold Rin?” I thought I felt a slight shiver from her.

“A little, but I’ll be okay. I enjoy the cool breeze. I’m sorry, I should have asked if it was okay to lay my head against you,” she said as she tried to sit up. I pulled her back against me and released my mokomoko. This would be the first time she would see my tail. I wrapped it around her, not daring to let her go. “Umm…is this alright?”

“It’s quite alright. My tail will keep you warm.”

Her delicate hand slithered through my fur which actually felt comforting. “Your tail is so fluffy and cozy Sesshomaru. Why have you never shown me your true side before?”

“I just never thought about it. Is it something you wish to see?” I’ve kind of debated several times to show her my true form. But fear struck me thinking she would run off.

“Yes, but only if you are comfortable with showing me,” her voice was very smooth when she said those words. “If not today, maybe sometime in the future?”

“We’ll see, for now let’s go and get some tea.” The rain finally came to an end and the clouds started to disperse. Retrieving my mokomoko we both got to our feet and walked out towards the city.

The cafe was right across the street from the park. Inside I ordered us simple jasmine tea. “It seems that all the seats are taken, Sesshomaru. Why don’t we just go for a walk? I know there’s a path in the park that goes a bit into the woods. I heard rumors of a meadow that’s very beautiful and filled with lots of flowers.”

I knew of the meadow she spoke of. “Sure,” without asking I took her hand and we left the cafe and headed for the path. It took us a bit to get through the crowds of people since it was getting a lot busier than it was earlier. But after a few minutes we finally made it under the arbor of trees within the woods.

“I love the smell of the forest after a rainstorm. What about you, Sesshomaru?” She asked as she took a sip of her hot tea.

“Only during the night when the moon is out,” I explained to her.

“I have to agree with you on that Sesshomaru. The way the moon shines on the glistening raindrops has a calming effect,” I didn’t respond. “I love to listen to music during and after the rain,” She said joyfully.

“What music would that be?” I’m kind of curious because I don’t know what she listens to.

“I’m the weird type when it comes to music. But…I love to listen to Frédéric Chopin’s ‘Raindrop’. There’s something about his pieces I love to fall asleep to.” So she’s into piano music?

“It doesn’t make you weird. I too listen to different composers of the piano. The music stimulates the brain in a good way. It helps me focus on studying.”

I guess my response enlightened her. “That’s amazing Sesshomaru. It makes me happy knowing someone else enjoys the same type of music as me.”

I wonder if she’ll let me play some Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata? I’ll ask her at a later date. We both remained quiet for quite some time. We both finished our teas and threw them away in a proper trash can tear the meadow. I could tell we were the only ones that would be there. It was quiet and calm. The only sound of people were back at the park. Since no one else was here, I was now debating to show Rin my true form. “Rin?” I said her name so softly.

“Yes Sesshomaru?” We were now in the middle of meadow. The sun was slowly setting behind the trees with just enough light for her to see my form.

“Would you like to see my form?” I asked quickly.

I looked to see not only her expression, but her response. “I would love to see your true form Sesshomaru. Do I need to stand back? Is right here fine?”

“Right here is fine. Just allow me to step back a few feet. But promise me one thing,” I said as I held up a finger.

Her eyes became like saucers, “what’s that?” She asked quickly.

“Please do not run off under any circumstances. My form will be ten times the size of the normal size dog.”

“I promise. I bet your form will be amazing. Just promise not to chase me, haha,” she said jokingly.

I only nodded and stepped back several feet. Clearing my mind, a white cool wind blew around me and I allowed my eyes to turn red. The markings along my face changed shape and soon my body changed from my human form to my true form. I went from a five and ten inches man to almost thirty-five feet tall.

I never took my eyes off of Rin. I could tell she was holding her breath and she must be a bit nervous. I lowered myself in front of her. But it would be nice if I could talk but it’s one thing I lack in my true form. “Sess…Sesshomaru?” I nodded my head to reassure that it was me. “Wow!” She carefully lifted her hand to the side of my muzzle. “So soft,” she whispered softly. “Is there anything else you can do in this form?”

“I wonder if she’ll allow me to take her on a flight?” I turned my body to the side. Hopefully she’ll understand why I did this.

“Do you want me to get on your back?” I could tell she was a bit hesitant. I nodded my head to her again. “Okay, I’m guessing I’m going to need to hold on tight?” She asked as she climbed up on my back. I could feel she was side saddling.

I nodded my head again and bounded into the air. I could feel her body heat against my back and her head hiding within my neck. I guess I should have explained myself better of what she was about to face. I stopped midway into the air and lightly purred that it was okay to look up.

It took her a few minutes before I felt Rin lift herself up. I heard her lightly gasp, “oh wow. The view is magnificent Sesshomaru.” I brought her high into the sky as she viewed the city we live in from a different perspective. “Sesshomaru why didn’t you tell me you could fly? You’re amazing and very well gifted with such power.” She laid down again and started rubbing the fur along my neck. “I wished you would’ve shown me much sooner. I want to get to know you more, Sesshomaru, each and every day we’re together.”

With those words I transferred back to my human form, grabbed her before she could fall, and pulled her around so I could hold her waist. “You’ll learn in due time. Before you can ask your next question as I can see in your eyes, yes I can fly in my human form.”

Her bright smile turned to laughter, “you can read me like an open book Sesshomaru. Oh!” Her hand went to her head and I could see the tight bun it was in earlier was now a mess. She pulled the hairpin out and allowed her raven hair to fall down past her waist. “Much better. That hairpin has been bothering me all day,” she laughably said.

“Hmm, ready to go back to the festival?” I asked her.

She smiled brightly, “yes.”

0/0/0/0

Nighttime came and the festival was in full swing. The same couples young and old gathered all around the park. The fireworks show would be starting soon and everyone was trying to get the best spot. Rin and myself found a perfect spot on an island in the middle of the lake. We set the picnic blanket back up and took our seats. I left her for a few minutes and flew back with new cups of hot tea. “Just in time Sesshomaru, they’ll be starting soon.” I handed her the jasmine tea she requested. “Thank you.”

We took our seats again and sat there in silence for a few moments when I remember the gift for Rin I still had in my pocket. Placing my cup down I pulled the white box with gold ribbon out. “Here Rin, this is my White Day gift for you. I hope you like it,” I said softly.

She smiled happily, “Sesshomaru you didn’t have to get me anything. You just being with me today was the best gift I could ask for.” She gently took the gift from me and opened it. When she opened the velvet blue box her eyes lit up. “Sess…Sesshomaru, this necklace is beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I wanted to see how it looked on her. “Lift your hair up,” I said as I pulled the necklace from its resting spot. She did as I told her and I wrapped the necklace around her delicate neck and clipped it into place.

She turned around to face me, “so…how does it look?”

Only one word described how it presented on her exposed neck, “perfect.”

Suddenly bright lights shot into the sky across the lake from us. Different colors of white, gold, silver and many other colors lit before us.

“The sky is so beautiful Sesshomaru, I have to say today has to be the best day for us.”

“Indeed,” the only thing that was beautiful was the girl next to me.

As we watched the show Rin turned to face me. Her hair blew with the light wind, “Sesshomaru I want to try something.”

“What would that be?”

She leaned in till her lips were several inches from mine, “allow me to be your first kiss.” I didn’t even respond back. I nodded my head as we slowly leaned into one another and parted our lips. When we contacted skin to skin heat built up between us. It was just as I imagined how our first kiss would be. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I cupped her cheek. I even wrapped my free arm around her waist. Her lips were warm and I could taste her scent of plum blossoms. Abruptly as our first kiss started, it ended. Rin pulled back just a bit, but rested her forehead against mine. “I love you Sesshomaru,” she finally said.

“As do I my dear Rin.” I took her lips to mine again, as we ignored the finale of the fireworks for the White Day festival.

[lizzybeth1986]

“I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix” - Bittersweet, by Sarah Okler.

Hana’s connection with food has been a constant since Book 1. She is the first to comment on how delicious the cronuts are (and the only one to describe how they taste in detail). She proves herself an excellent baker at Applewood. She drowns her sorrows in comfort food and champagne when she recieves the news that she is to leave Cordonia immediately. Her (supposed) last tryst with the MC takes places while they have armfuls of dessert. Her first act of solidarity for the MC in Book 2 is to prepare hot chocolate for her, and her activity for Madeleine’s bachelorette is a chocolate fondue party.

As you can see, Hana is constant associated with desserts and sweet treats. Not only because she is, as the MC claims, “too sweet to be anything else”, but because the best desserts are those that have layers of flavour that go beyond merely sweet: sour, spiced, lightly salted. Ever heard of salted caramel? Chili chocolate truffles? Orange zest in a fruit pie? The contrasting flavours offset the sweetness to create an explosive dessert. So though Hana is sweet, there is so much to her left to be explored. We must remember that, above everything, Hana’s main character arc involves discovering who she is and what she wants. And that’s exactly what the MC aims to do. Using dessert.

On A Mission

As I have mentioned in previous essays, there are a number of sequences (Cordonian Waltz, Moonflower) that involve a heavy dose of both helping the MC out in achieving a goal and background information on Hana. Here, the MC and Hana, on learning that the former queen Regina was disappointed at the lack of religieuse at the tea party, figure that having one in hand could give the MC an edge in her mission. Hana, who has been to Paris often enough to understand where they can get the best pastry, is the perfect person to help the MC out.

Lavander Macarons

Besides being perfect for their mission, the pattiserie that Hana chooses is important for its nostalgic value as well. She shares memories of happier times with her mother, shopping in Paris, relaxing, learning to make baked goods so fluffy and delicious they would - as her mother out it - “win a man’s heart”. This shows us a glimpse of Hana’s childhood, and gives us an alternative glimpse of what her family is like when they aren’t pressuring her into being the perfect wife and hostess.

This part of the sequence is also important because it touches on the root of Hana’s confusions. We know that Hana is at a crossroads in her life, that she isn’t sure about what she wants. But up until this point we weren’t always sure about what she had expected her life to look like before the MC came along and changed everything.

Hana tells us that she had always imagined being happy in a life of cosy domesticity. It seemed simpler: her world would revolve around this one person, and her energies would be focused on making them happy than on delving into more complicated, frightening questions about herself.

The MC, however, having being brought up in a completely different environment, finds this disturbing.

Part of this is because this is the only life Hana has seen happen around her, and if it has made people around her happy, how would she be any different? That is why her coming to Cordonia involves such a change. Not because of the country itself - it is, after all, a society that operates on similar principles - but because of her involvement with the MC.

The Suitors

Because Rashad and Neville have already set their sights on wooing Hana, the MC doesn’t get to see them the way Hana does. The MC is, after all, outside of the social juggling game that the other nobles and ladies-in-waiting have to play, and therefore has no obligation towards getting a suitor the way Penelope, Kiara and Hana are. On the outset we don’t get very clear ideas of Rashad and Neville as people, but Hana - as someone who is compelled to choose someone if she has to solidify her already-tenuous position in Madeleine’s court - has to deal with them on a more regular basis.

Hana tells us that Rashad shows more involvement in his work with Sloan Enterprises than in either the court or in her (is it just me, or is Rashad repeating the mistakes that drove away his first fiancee, as he described in RoE Book 2?), and that Neville is self-absorbed and doesn’t seem to have any concern for the woman he should be spending his life with.

These are things that may not have bothered Hana earlier. But having experienced love, and (if she is the MC’s LI) having learned what it is like to have some who truly cares about you by your side, Hana has now grown to expect more out of her relationships. The major question that remains for her, however, is who she is, and what she wants from her life.

“I Want You”

What amazes me about this sequence is that Hana’s admission of her need for the MC is part of her default dialogue. Whether or not the MC chooses Hana as her LI, the truth stands that she is the sole reason Hana is here, and that Hana’s desire for her is a very tangible, very real thing - something that doesn’t disappear if the MC doesn’t return those feelings.

It is further complicated by her need to still do right by her parents, who do not understand her but cannot imagine their lives without her either. Whatever steps she can take at this point are baby steps, because she still cannot truly imagine a future that doesn’t involve them, nor can her parents truly imagine a future where the rules they have learned to live by do not apply.

Personality Test

The highlight of this sequence is the MC’s “personality test”, where she presents Hana three pastries and asks her to describe them, based on which the MC will highlight what aspect of Hana’s personality her response shows.

Hana’s experience in baking allows her to pick up on subtleties in what she tastes, and she clearly shows her knowledge in the way she describes each dessert given to her (“fluffy and indulgent” for the religieuse, “light and delicate” for the macarons and “classic, rich comfort food” for the chocolate cake). This also makes the MC’s job easier, because it allows her to develop a clearer idea of personality traits that the dessert could possibly reflect. The fact that Hana likes aspects of all the desserts tells us something very important about her journey at present: that her life could go in a million different directions, each more exciting than the last, and there will come a day when the myriad complexities in Hana’s personality will no longer confuse, but excite her instead. She is right about finding something good in all the desserts, because we find aspects of all these personality traits scattered throughout the books:

Religieuse

The MC classifies this dessert as a “girly girl’s dessert”, prim and proper and well-fitted for high society. Hana has been taught to be the perfect hostess and the perfect courtier, and this has been her life long enough for her to find comfort in it. At the Derby in Book 1, Hana speaks of enjoying tea parties alone with imaginary friends. Her dance moves (especially during the Finale dance-off) epitomizes grace, in clear contrast to Maxwell’s fierce energy. She still struggles with more rugged work (as shown at the barn raising) even though she does enjoy it, because she is not used to doing such things. She has learned to be artfully clumsy, because it makes men protective of her (as her mother had stated once. The choking incident at the tea party is one such occurance, where Neville and Rashad immediately come to her aid). While they are things that have been taught and instilled in her, delicacy and feminine grace have grown to be a part of who she is now.

Macarons

While described as “light and delicate”, Hana also makes an interesting observation about the variety of flavours in the macarons, thereby highlighting her interest in new things. We see this manifested in different ways in the books. At the American bar, she seems reluctant to try freestyle dancing at first, but shimmies like nobody’s business moments later. She researches dance styles for the dance-off with Maxwell, and watches The Bachelorette in preparation for her part in Madeleine’s bachelorette celebrations. At the barn raising, she is a quick study in learning how to use a hammer, and in the camping trip this chapter, she declines taking Liam’s help in favour of figuring out how to build the tent herself. Hana, whose life has been structured and planned for a long time, now embraces these little things as adventures she can learn from.

Chocolate Cake

The cake is simple and homey, but Hana points out that it also has hidden depths that many do not always notice at first taste. Much of Hana’s background, her motivations, her confusions, lie in what she tells us in many of her background diamond scenes. Without these, she seems little more than a shy young woman who is still learning her place in the world. It’s only when our MC gets closer to her that we see her conflicts and desires beyond her parents’ expectations. This ties in perfectly with her description of the cake as “rich” and “layered”. At the same time, it also allows us to reflect on Hana’s role as a nurturer to those she cares for: passing on wisdom and simple home truths to people who need it (on multiple occasions to the MC, and occasionally in Book 2 to Penelope). Hana is at heart also a person who loves to look after those she cares for, and to pamper them as best she can.

Hana’s future has clear potential, and there are a million directions her life can go. But the fact remains that she is also someone who doubts herself and her abilities, and doesn’t know if she is capable of making an identity independent of her parents.

In the end, she leaves us with a very poignant, very penetrating question:

[superkaralovesfanfiction]

Heroes and Heartbreakers, part 3 of 3 different shades of blonde

Cat sat at the kitchen counter drinking her 8th glass of bourbon, wondering what she should do. She looked around her empty penthouse living room and sighed quietly. Not loudly, she didn't want Kara to hear her. Kara was at the house, at least for the moment she still was, asleep in Cat's bed after a night that almost managed to make Cat believe that Kara would never break her heart. Almost. Barely there. Just about perfect. If not for Cat's unrelenting mind that kept showing her the truth of her stupid mistake, if her mind didn't keep replaying it in her mind, Cat would have believed every moan Kara made, every hiss as she came apart beneath Cat's touch. Cat sighed into her glass. She shouldn't have sent Kara on that interview. To meet Supergirl. She should have put Kara on article duty, like the faithful assistant she was, and sent James Olsen or anyone else that she wasn't madly in love with. But no. She'd sent Kara. Her Kara. Her one perfect love. And it could be costing her everything. Again. Cat sipped again at the dark, rich liquid in her glass as she considered things sadly. On one hand she should reprimand Kara for even looking at another woman. At anyone else. But deep down, Cat knew she couldn't do that. Not really. Cat was the one at fault here. Kara was a twenty something beauty with the world at her disposal, and Cat was not. Cat was 43, married and divorced twice, with two sons, and a media empire that required her 24/7. She had a ristretto shot latte addiction and 5 am emails and skype meetings at 11 at night. She didn't have time for romance. Kara, oddly, seemed so perfectly find with that, often willing to take over or assist, but how was Cat comparable to a stunningly beautiful superhero? Cat wasn't getting any younger. Supergirl on the other hand, would still be in her prime when everyone on this planet was dead and gone. With an estimated lifespan of 400 years, well, of course Supergirl beat all the odds. She was perfect. And clearly Kara had noticed. Of course, if she'd sent Kara out to interview a beautiful twenty something superhero Kara would drawn to her. How had Cat not seen that? How had Cat not foretold her own stupid, utterly stupid, mistake? Cat drained her glass and got up, deciding to go back to bed and stare at Kara while she slept, for the time being where she still could do so without being ashamed of the fact. Before she lost Kara to a hero that seemed just as super as her namesake was. Cat smiled sadly as she swept into the bedroom and noticed Kara hogging the bed again, spread out widely in the centre of the bed, the blankets like a nest around her but barely useful. Cat couldn't mind in the least, as she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over the sleeping girl. Gorgeously naked, the sheets barely covering her hips, her dark blonde hair everywhere. Kara was beyond beautiful. She was unearthly beautiful. Just like Supergirl herself. Both of them were stunning, probably one point as to why they had noticed one another so damn much. Cat realized, within less than 24 hours, Supergirl had formed a bond with Kara that seemed beyond real. Love at first sight, quite possibly, even if they both weren't aware of it yet. Even if they both didn't know it's extent yet. Cat absentmindedly wondered if young Supergirl was just as naive to love and lust as Kara had been prior to meeting Cat. Somehow Cat figured she couldn't be. Supergirl, one the one or two odd occasions where she wasn't fighting some utterly disgusting creature, she didn't look naive and girly in her heart. Her eyes held a certain authority, that something else that spoke of hardship and cold hard truths, knowledge and experience. Cat couldn't see Supergirl, this Supergirl, being without love. Not at all. Gently, being as quiet as possible, Cat slipped into the bed next to Kara, and smiled when the younger girl cuddled into her side immediately as if she subconsciously knew whether Cat was near. Cat cuddled her closer, laughing lightly when Kara murmured something unintelligible and settled her head on Cat's shoulder and drifted back into sleep. Cat closed her eyes and listened to Kara's slow even breathing, commuting the feel of soft blonde hair and smooth skin to memory, in case she never got to feel it again. ''What are you doing to me, beautiful girl?'' Cat whispered after a few minutes, staring at the ceiling as car lights spanned the walls, creating shadows and streaks through the room. ------- Cat awoke to the sound of a very annoying alarm clock, and blinding sunlight. Cat grumbled and turned over onto her stomach, singing deeply as she buried her face into her pillow, her bed head hair falling over her forehead in a mess. ''Turn it off, Kara. Just a few more moments.'' Cat muttered, reaching a hand out to Kara, who undoubtedly had to be awake from the ticking box too, as her side of the bed was closer to it. When the stupid thing kept beeping, at opened one eye and looked around, surprised when she found herself face to face with and empty bed. Cat turned onto her side groggily, looking for Kara but not finding her. Immediately, Cat's mind flicked to Supergirl, and Cat's heart flipped in fear. Where was Kara? Was she... gone? Already? Had Supergirl come at night to steal her away? Cat sat up stock still in the sheets and gasped, then heard sounds downstairs, two voices laughing, and then heard Kara's soft voice, and relaxed, falling back into the sheets with a sigh before reaching over and finally flicking off the damn clock with a fingertip. ''Oh my sunny Kara Danvers. You frighten me.'' Cat whispered and slipped from the bed and into the work suit she'd chosen the day before, buttoning it after a quick shower and finishing up in the bathroom and headed to the stairs. The smell that assaulted her as she came down the stairs was heavenly and made her grin. She'd gotten used to the delicious smell of French toast and strong espresso over the last few months, Kara's entirely human but entirely huge appetite making morning meals fun and regular, and tasty. ''Morning, Cat.'' Kara whispered, peeking over the door of the fridge just long enough to whisper those words, then she was gone again, head buried in the box for food. Cat smirked when Kara removed a saver bag of cheese shreds and flung it to Carter, who caught it effortlessly, having waited for the throw, and immediately removed a handful and sprinkled it into the pan. Kara slid over to his side on her warm fuzzy socks and began mixing what looked like melted white chocolate in a double boiler. ''You know it isn't good to tempt the cat, right? I'm getting a bit too comfortable with all this breakfast. You're gonna make me lose my figure.'' Cat scolded playfully, walking to the balcony and through the open doors, smiling at the bright sun and it's warmth, just rising past the skyscrapers that made up the National City skyline. Cat smirked as she heard Kara murmur something softly to Carter, who just laughed and chuckled. Something dirty, no doubt. The next thing Cat knew, Kara was beside her, gorgeous in a tight blue tank top and pale grey shorts. It stretched in all the proper places, and gave Cat serious incentive to debate calling into work to say she was unavailable. Right now, with Kara's beautiful long hair shimmering in the sunlight, Cat was literally considering it. If only to relive last night. While she still had the chance, because who knew how long it would last? When Kara stepped up against her and leaned in to kiss her, Cat accepted it without thought. Kara's lips settled over hers and Cat heard Kara moan softly, her full lips gently teasing Cat to kiss the girl more deeply. Cat felt Kara's hands trailing, teasing, exploring, grasping. When Kara's fingers hooked into the belt loops of Kara's dress pants, Cat all but moaned and and stepped right up against Kara, all to eager to let Kara do anything she pleased. To let Kara tease her. And of course Kara did that properly. Perfectly. And of course Kara was perfect at it. After all Cat had taught her. And Cat demanded perfection, so Kara had aimed for nothing less. Cat would have kissed the girl forever if it was not for her son calling out that breakfast was ready. As if the sound had triggered some kind of reaction, Kara's stomach rumbled, and she giggled against Cat's lips. ''What? I'm not enough?'' Cat asked with fake irritation, and ushered the girl inside, watching as she went to help Carter, who just blushed and focused on plating the food. Cat smiled as she remembered their first actual time, at the CatCo office, when Kara had finally made that bold move and kissed Cat in her private elevator, after catching her off guard. That moment had shifted Cat's world so deeply off it's axis Cat had wondered for days if Kara had superpowers as well. No, she didn't. But she did know how to kiss. Kara had been the cure to aging for Cat. She'd become the drug that Cat needed to feel young again herself. But now it looked like Supergirl would get the chance at Kara's beauty next. And why did Cat worry so? Thinking Kara would so easily be anything besides loyal? Because she'd seen heartbreak before. Twice. She saw the same moves happening again along the same board. Except for one difference. Supergirl's powers. If Cat had entertained the idea of her beautiful young assistant Kara Danvers getting pulled into the arms of someone else, she certainly hadn't expected that someone to be a superhero. Especially one as amazingly pretty as Supergirl. ------ The morning at CatCo was all business, with Cat approving a thousand things and discounting others entirely, and Kara writing articles and proofreading random files before they got sent to the art department for adding the approved photographs, and then back to Kara to overlook and then finally back to Cat for the final approval. Everything passed in a blur now that Kara worked alongside Cat, and together they worked efficiently and well, usually getting stuff together and finished ahead of time. Which left time for the odd break of silence, a void that Kara much approved of and quickly learned to take full advantage of. Cat didn't mind in the least, happily accepting whatever sly plan Kara had concocted up. But today, when Kara stepped aside in the office with the usual two cups of custom coffees and a smile, Cat felt none of the usual feelings that she'd come accustomed to feeling with Kara at this point whenever Kara joined her for an intimate lunch together. Well, no. She felt it like she always did. But it was drowned out today by thoughts and visions because whenever Cat saw Kara, she saw Supergirl as well, in her place, doing what Cat did. She saw Supergirl pulling Kara away, and oddly, in her mind, Kara was more than willing. Cat wished she knew why she was seeing that, and feeling so dark about all of it, because here was Kara before her, all smiles and affection, being both the perfect girlfriend/lover/assistant, as she usually was. Cat couldn't quench the feeling though. She saw Kara and Supergirl smiling at one another, grinning,t asking, laughing, and saw herself losing Kara for good. ''You have twenty minutes before you have to oversee the latest fashion spread, Catherine.'' Kara whispered, standing entirely too close to Cat as she placed the coffees on the table gently and along with the pastry bag that contained a feta wrap and a cinnamon chocolate scone. Cat glanced up at her, slipping off her reading glasses in the process as she turned her face up to Kara curiously. Kara usually stuck to professional references at work, Ms. Grant, Cat when she was planning some sort of sexcapade in the offices. But to call her Catherine, so openly, so blatantly, to her face, with her proximity right now, she could only be planning something truly erotic. Or maybe Supergirl was taking her away tonight and Kara was trying to say goodbye kindly. No. Cat couldn't think like that. Especially not now, with Kara so close, and so very inviting. ''You taught me to never squander time and use every moment to its fullest. I say we test your theory.'' Kara said with a grin, pushing herself to sit on the desk, managing to settle over Cat's fountain pen to stop Cat from picking it up again. ''You're insatiable, Kara Danvers.'' Cat whispered, pulling the pen out from underneath Kara's thigh, and adding another cross to her cover spread images. ''We're at work, Kara.'' ''Didn't stop you last week in your office ensuite shower.'' Kara noted softly, sliding closer on the desk and sliding one leg over Cat's lap, slipping her booted leg between the seat and Cat's leg. ''Why should it stop you now?'' Kara leaned back and tapped her fingers lightly over a digital keypad, entering a code she herself had created, and effectively fogging up the windows. Only half way, though, so it seemed. She was teasing again. Ah, just like Cat herself, Kara loved the utter thrill of possibly being caught. As the windows fogged to a silvery white, Kara leaned back on the desk, stretching out on its surface and settling herself right over Cat's work files and documents, making Cat sigh. ''Kara, there's cameras.'' ''So? You have the remote in your desk drawer, along with your lexapro. You also have something else in there that I know you like, because you haven't told me to take it back yet.'' ''You put it there yourself.'' Cat argued. ''And you've kept it there.'' Kara assured her again. ''I know you only keep your important things in that drawer, so it must mean something to you. I'm here now, and you still have 15 minutes to decide what to do with me as punishment for lying down all over your stuff.'' ''Kara, move. I'll bring it home tonight and you can use it on me yourself. Come on, Kara. fifteen minutes is not enough. Move.'' Fifteen minutes was more than enough time for the girl and Cat knew it. A five minute supposed shower was enough. Cat didn't want to deny the girl, normally she would be all over her already, damnit, but Cat couldn't stop seeing Supergirl in her place, kissing and loving Kara just the same. ''Move me yourself.'' Kara replied softly, her voice a pure tease. ''Kara...'' Cat scolded, but her hand was already over Kara's cheap burgundy jeans, the other hand reaching under her desk and pressing the button on the remote. ''Cat...'' Kara mirrored n the same tone, but she was smiling. Cat brought her other hand over Kara's hip, gently running her fingertips over the girl's clothing, feeling her perfect figure beneath the cardigans and blouses she loved so damn much. For a moment Cat just enjoyed touching Kara, knowing full well that a few minutes was more than enough to get the girl off, and revealed in how she managed to hide such a beautiful body underneath a cardigan and a cheap blouse. After a long moment, Cat glanced at the clock. Nine minutes. ''Stop teasing me, Catherine.'' Kara said, lifting her hips into Cat's touch. Cat smirked and roughly pulled Kara closer to the edge of the table, making the girl's blonde hair spill from it's clip and over the desk in a beautiful wave. ''You have 8 minutes, gorgeous girl.'' ----- 24 hours later ----- ''She's so pretty, I wish I had hair like hers, though hers is different because she's an alien, oh my god, she'S an alien but she doesn't look like one, is that what all aliens look like? cat, she's such an amazing person, so...'' ''Super. You've said that 5 times in the last 5 minutes, baby.'' Cat said, watching her girlfriend practically bounce up and down beside her. Looked like the energizer bunny had gotten a steroid boost. Or in this case, a libido boost. ''Honey, why don't you grab lunch? Get yourself one of those sushi platters you like.'' Cat smiled, knowing sushi usually calmed Kara into a sleepier calm state. Something in the wasabi. ''I think I will.'' Kara purred, grabbing her purse off the sofa. ''I wonder if Supergirl likes sushi...'' Cat sighed loudly and focused back on her laptop. Another interview with the girl of steel, another Supergirl and Kara hang out, and yet, the interview wasn't finished. Well, it was. But according to Kara, Supergirl was onto and up for more, if Cat so wished, in a more private setting than a coffeehouse. Cat had suggested the office, initially, and Kara had been more than pleased, but soon Kara was begging for the penthouse. Private, where Supergirl could feel at ease. Cat knew she had to say yes. Despite her fears and her knowledge, she knew she couldn't deny Kara anything, especially this, which would provide CatCo with huge exclusive content, but Cat couldn't help but think it felt like a date. More and more