"Ohhh... mhmm yesss- oh oh FUCK!"

Twisting two fingers... picking up the pace... adding a lick of Superspeed, Kara was breathless and panting... fabric of her dotted blouse crinkled above her navel as a forceful hand worked away underneath her khakis... laying sprawled across a thrift store second hand couch, one leg cocked so she could reach a better angle... black rimmed glasses still in place over a flushed quivering brow tinted with the lasting affects of her arousal. Slithers of daisy yellow strands falling loosely from a tight ponytail as her whole body lifted- neck and arms straining, skull burrowing deeply into the tasselled pillow as her veins knowingly protruded.

Mouth open wide, face furrowed in concentration... it wasn't long until her moans grew exponentially longer, her toes started curling or her gasps rasped from the back of her throat. It felt so good... all day she'd been pent up with tension, every second thought about this moment getting home, every third thought about the sex lives of those she passed around her. Each and every young couple she spotted who looked enamoured and ready to rip each other's clothes off. She sometimes wondered what that's like... after the guilt of the inherent privacy intrusion wore away or the stinging jealousy had seeped down into her subconscious layering the rest of those curious thoughts in a zingy subcontext, ignoring it in favour of observation.

Humans are so curious, even now she found her mind tangled trying to understand... without a soul bond how are they so in sync?

She'd sat on a bench, casually pretending to feed the ducks, also still pretending they don't scare the bejesus out her with those creepy beaks and feathered chests. They have orange legs... who thought that'd be a good colour on them?!

Adjusting her glasses, looking out from under lead lined frames, she followed the subtle brushes of gentle loving touches from two people who strolled along melwood park walking their cute chirpy dogs... they where laughing and joking wearing matching clothing... maybe that helped?

She wasn't sure... either way.. they looked adorable and Kara couldn't help but feel disgruntled... agitated. That was becoming her new normal as of late.

Burying her feelings inside a food truck taco... she'd practically ran away when she realised the girl looked just like her, so unfair...

So it goes ... she took a stroll back over to the Alien bar... wanting to gather more willing subjects to open up on Alien Culture...

This was where she bumped into M'gann and had been introduced to an enormous group of Hopianz' attending a Hopthian latching ceremony, they'd come all the way from Gra-Fraz a space colony known for its gregarious and often raunchy nature.

Great. More lovey dovey stuff. The reminders... too much.

A kick to the nipples when you could feeeel that sizzle of bodily ascension burning and pining along with you, she should be thrilled for them and a year ago she would have been- with slight melancholy maybe... but now her Kryptonian heritage left something akin to bitterness and the resentment was becoming all consuming... the longer she waited... the longer she staved off every instinct... gradually it would become harder and harder to ignore. Her moods... emotions they'd become less 'your so cheery it's annoying' and more 'murderously horny so I'll tear your tongue out if you speak one more line on how the royal wedding made you cry' ... it was irritating so yea, she was still 'annoying' to most people, just for less pg-13 reasons now. Welp. At least she could still disguise herself as Kara Danvers huh?!

Thankfully people didn't often look past a glasses fiddle and an over enthusiastic fake smile.

Sighing watching a rowdy bunch of patrons jump and drink, laying on the punches for th laughter. She saw another couple held inside a booth smooching in the corner... fairly certain that they were dry humping.

Stood alongside multiple googly eyes, more so than on valentines and a gaggle of tipsy otherworlders -unsurprisingly one inadvertently ended up landing beside her "Why the glum expression Miss Zor-El?"

Shaken her eyes snapped up to a toothy... grinning and slightly frumpy Hopianz' who somehow knew -who -she -was? frowning ..was he from Fort rozz?

Waving her off "no no I'm a friend of Kryptons, the House of El was held in such high accord... of course I know who you are... practically the whole galaxy looked to you on bended knee... well aside from Daxam of course."

Crinkling her nose ... "of course..." Eyes bulging she realised "Wait!" Squinting in suspicion "You can read thoughts?! ..ee-even my thoughts?" Shifty, cherry red and now somehow sweating, Kara gulped how awkward.

"Awkward indeed" Mr frumpy Mc frumpster™ answered as Kara's eyebrows floated to the ceiling... she was pretty sure they'd hopped inside a spaceship by now and had left earth for good.

Suddenly distracted by the image of two wavy admittedly non existent lines piloting a space craft it took a moment for Kara's mind to grasp that cartoon story boards of that really didn't matter

Swallowing eyebrows returning "Sooooo"

Chuckling his one giant tooth bobbed as he clutched at his chest "My you do have a creative mind Miss Zor-El I'd pay good Zoyks to see that in comic book format."

Shaking her head unsure voice high "Thank y-you?"

Nodding he retrieved said Zoyks and slammed them on the counter calling over to M'Gann "Two Molten Zydeho Ales please!"

Retrieving a bottle filled with sparkling gold it fizzled and hissed violently as she carefully popped the cork. Hesitantly she passed them over whispering to Kara acknowledging the now smoking drink "Be careful, that ones a strong one."

Kara smiled taking the drink before they tapped each other's glass in cheers...

Boisterous "FAH GRAH!"

Politely "Fah Grah!" Clinking she almost choked as she felt her throat turn to liquid ice...

Taking a swing he leaned in, "I don't mean to pry, though I take it from the swirl of emotion I feel emanating from your bodice your problem is of a mating sort... you have not yet ascended through the gods and found your desired match I pressume?"

Kara threw back the rest of her drink and winced "n-oope" popping the 'p'.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I understand it can be quite a challenge to ignore those particular urges.."

Agreeing "it's not exactly peachy keen but I'm dealing..."

Pointing his glass, leaning on his elbows providing some drunken words of wisdom "I had a friend once.. a Kryptonian, went through the same thing... Yal-Tor was his name, searched the whole of Krypton for his mate, never found a match... almost descended into madness having never completed his ascension.. for the shame it brought to his family, that was until... one evening right before he was due to loose his freedom for that of his madness, on the edge of snapping from the pressure for good.. one of the healers he'd encountered touched his mark to provide ointment medicinal purposes and such. He soon realised he didn't need it at all... as she was his soulmate, he'd found her when on the precipice of doubt and turmoil...

...so my advice to you is- do not give up Lady Zor-El you may find them yet.. I've found they tend to show themselves when your at your weakest or most insecure it seems."

Sighing relegating herself to talking to a perfect stranger "Everyone's dead... I doubt... I don't know how to do this on my own."

Cocking his head placing a claw ontop of her shoulder adding warmly "If it is your destiny to peruse this life alone.. I know for a fact that if anyone can it's you, it takes courage and will... you have both in abundance my friend."

Sat in silence she smiled wide for the first time in a while "Thank you."

Spending the rest of the day chatting she'd made a new buddy... he'd even introduced her to a few others of his kind before he'd offered to help her on another more covert topic.

He'd asked what else he could do to help, understanding her struggle.. she'd immediately clicked to the radio broadcast... not wanting any speculation from other Hopianz'... considering they're clearly telepathic and or any other off worlders for that matter discovering her intimately personal dilemma- so she'd asked him to do some damage control.

Because why the heck not.

Flopping back down from a quaking climax bones filled with jello, she tuned her ears into the regular radio show hosting her as their main topic... I still dunno how they find so much material to keep on going...

A: "... so your from the Planet Gra-Fraz? Where is that exactly? "

"About 16.5 light years away... to give an example Krypton is 27, so we're somewhat in the middle..."

A: "What's your name, species?"

"My name is ToK JorKk and I am Hopianz."

A: "Well thank you ToK JorKk.. for talking with us today, and just to be clear you knew of Krypton? When it existed? You may know why Supergirl was chanting a few evenings ago?"

Nodding he cleared his throat, tooth grazing his lip as he smiled innocently"I did, Krypton was known far and wide for its influence and democracy... they where a conservative people, stuffy but honourable... moral. The House of El was one of the noble houses... I am glad to see Supergirl is serving their memory honourably and making her parents proud."

Karas heart fluttered at his words.

B: "So you know of her family... could you tell us more?"

Dodging "ahh I'm afraid I only know of their legacy, I would not wish to speak of them without Supergirls express permission, It would be dishonourable to speak of people I'm not fully acquainted with for they are dead and I will not bring those memories to the surface, that is her story if she ever wishes to tell it."

Switching topics they landed on..

B: " So this poem... does it have any significance on Krypton? A popular book or a holy day or something?"

"Ah well, that is just a standard prayer... you see Kryptonians worship a god of the sun named Rao... I imagine all she was doing was wishing the public well, including them in her prayers. She is a compassionate soul that one."

A: Interesting, Thank you so much for joining us... would you be willing to speak more on Gra-Fraz another day?

"Ack Yes certainly it would be my greatest pleasure."

~This Is Andrea Franklin and Blake Fraiser with Entertainment at Midnight bringing you the latest in all things Super, that's everything for now, Goodbye'~

At the crackle of blank space Cat peeked up from idly scanning financial documents to turn off the radio broadcast. Grey bags adorning two weighted eyes, she glanced at numbers pertaining to Catco's latest issue.. they where down... way down... though not as low as her prime competitor, her original place of employment 'The Daily Planet' thank god for small mercies.

Although it certainly wasn't looking promising.. Reminiscing.. she could still picture the woe adorning Perry Whites face as she struggled to contain her mirth.. even now, two decades on when she'd all but squashed them under her crown- of the first time Catco had flown past them in sales and popularity rankings.

He'd called up in congratulations of course, with something similar to that of steaming jealousy adorning his tone... subtle but there nonetheless. She hadn't spent years under his mentor ship to not recognise falsehoods. He was a friend but often one to sulk when his pride and joy failed to keep up and frankly that only motivated her further... which was only a blessing.

That's what happens when you don't change your business strategy in decades.

They'd relied on Superman alone to carry the journalistic business of metropolis into the 21st century, whereas Cat had poured tears of life into Catco, her own life. Never one to crawl around picking at the trail of breadcrumbs emanating from a strong emboldened superpowered shadow... because at least.. within her own mind.. she was that shadow and she had more dignity than that.

Like her name suggested she'd positioned herself as head of the hierarchy, manipulating the business so it was she who created the latest trends, fads and had inadvertently become the feminist hero National City had once needed...

However in modern day... they now had a new hero, the Girl Of Steel... one even more worthy of the mantle of the upmost powerful and Cat had subsequently found herself stuck in a dilemma of her own making... due to her own creation.

Meticulously debating as to whether she should actually be following in Perry Whites grumpy footsteps. Wondering whether selling her morals to that of a perky smile and a billowing cape would do the trick.. and be worth it, because she loath to admit it but somewhere in there he may have had a small yet existing point.

She needed quick sales, she needed numbers up... it would be so easy to plaster Supergirl on the cover for the third time this month and use her young rising legacy to garner much needed attention.. to sacrifice the last of her own withering power and hand it over to the newbie wearing a pair of strategically placed tights. But she didn't do easy.

Cat Grant isn't easy.

Sighing, no she'd worked too goddamn hard to sell her soul that quickly, she wasn't one to shy away from hard work... not now. Not ever. Even if Supergirl was all she ever wanted to cover.

Supergirl was miraculous... full of splendour but Cat had curbed those thoughts quicker than she'd downed her glass of Macallan 18.. because Kara... if that was her true name was naive, young, pure and far too similar to that of a midlife crisis.

Decidedly Flicking through lists of employees, wondering who to fire... the urge to crack the whip simmering underneath the surface. Her thoughts immediately backtracked to Kara's sulking face if she actually did what she was wholly intending...

Fuck. it was like her mind was compelled. She kept catching herself falling back on those distasteful thoughts. Like it was something her fifty year old body couldn't ignore.. she was just so enticing, something about her endearing aura and that slither of something... that hint of mystery that made Cat want to open up Pandora's box and envelope herself within its contents.

Now that'd only end in tragedy, wouldn't it?

Determined zooming back to her workload... she studied the new rising star attempting to topple Catco, doing so without cringing.. that alone took strenuous effort, scowling at every page turn, she wasn't at the peak of this Industry to let some over exuberant millennial magazine or something of equal repugnant measure stake its claim so suddenly. It was time for reinventing the status quo... for innovation.

Because after all she was it's creator, the one who'd strategically crafted the status quo's framework in the first place.