Challenge #461 - Squirm
Title: Frappé
Prompt: #461 Squirm
Fandom: Supergirl (TV series)
Pairing: Cat/Kara
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Supergirl, set before Pilot
“Your latte,” Kara says with this smile that’s so innocent and happy that Cat almost wants to bare her teeth in response.
She settles for glaring, unimpressed, over the rim over her designer sunglasses instead.
Kara shuffles forward a little awkwardly, latte held out like both an offering and a shield, until she’s close enough that Cat barely has to raise her arm to accept it.
Fast learner, this one.
But apparently not fast enough to understand the consequences of bringing Cat a latte that can barely be classified as warm. Cat resists the urge to grimace, slowly lowering the cup.
Kara’s been babbling about layouts and some sort of toner shortage, but she stops talking at Cat’s stony silence, faltering a little, mouth opening and closing silently before she presses her lips together.
“Did I ask for an iced coffee?” Cat asks in a hard, flat tone.
Kara’s head shakes. “It’s - it’s not iced.”
Cat raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “It may as well be.”
She’s fired assistants for less than this, and she’s quite sure that Kara knows that from the way she starts to fidget slightly. Looking a little flushed for the way Cat’s staring at her.
It’s all rather adorable.
She should fire the girl. Instead, Cat drops the full cup in the garbage. “Do better.”
Kara lights up like a Christmas tree. “Of course, Ms. Grant,” she promises, hopelessly earnest.
Cat’s always had a thing for girls who look that pretty when they squirm.
Prompt: #461 Squirm
Fandom: Supergirl (TV series)
Pairing: Cat/Kara
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Supergirl, set before Pilot
“Your latte,” Kara says with this smile that’s so innocent and happy that Cat almost wants to bare her teeth in response.
She settles for glaring, unimpressed, over the rim over her designer sunglasses instead.
Kara shuffles forward a little awkwardly, latte held out like both an offering and a shield, until she’s close enough that Cat barely has to raise her arm to accept it.
Fast learner, this one.
But apparently not fast enough to understand the consequences of bringing Cat a latte that can barely be classified as warm. Cat resists the urge to grimace, slowly lowering the cup.
Kara’s been babbling about layouts and some sort of toner shortage, but she stops talking at Cat’s stony silence, faltering a little, mouth opening and closing silently before she presses her lips together.
“Did I ask for an iced coffee?” Cat asks in a hard, flat tone.
Kara’s head shakes. “It’s - it’s not iced.”
Cat raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “It may as well be.”
She’s fired assistants for less than this, and she’s quite sure that Kara knows that from the way she starts to fidget slightly. Looking a little flushed for the way Cat’s staring at her.
It’s all rather adorable.
She should fire the girl. Instead, Cat drops the full cup in the garbage. “Do better.”
Kara lights up like a Christmas tree. “Of course, Ms. Grant,” she promises, hopelessly earnest.
Cat’s always had a thing for girls who look that pretty when they squirm.