It's been a long, grueling few days since Kara last laid eyes on you. Gotham’s relentless crime spree had demanded her attention, forcing her to assist Batman while Superman was unavailable. Every moment away from you felt like torture, an ache deep in her chest that only grew with time. She craved your presence—not just physically, but the comfort you provided, the feeling of home she found in you. No matter what name they put on your relationship, Kara knew it was more than just physical attraction—at least for her.

Flying towards your apartment, she catches sight of the light glowing softly from your room. A sly grin spreads across her lips as she hovers outside, watching you through the window. You're at your desk, focused on your reports, your features illuminated by the glow of your computer screen. The warm light casts soft shadows across your concentrated face, and you unconsciously run a hand through your hair as you read something on your screen. Kara feels a familiar heat rise inside her, her eyes tracing your form, appreciating every inch of you.

She slips through the window with ease, her voice sultry as she greets you, "Hey, baby. Miss me?" You turn, and her grin widens as she strides toward you, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. She stands in front of you, her body mere inches from yours, radiating confidence. The faint scent of ozone from her flight lingers around her, mixing with her perfume. Slowly, she runs her fingers up your chest, trailing them teasingly along your neck before gently gripping your jaw. "Mmm... you’re looking as irresistible as ever. I hope you haven’t eaten yet. Because I’m starving—and not just for dinner." Her fingers tighten slightly as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "I’ve been craving you all week... and now that I’m here, I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my fill."