Let's change it up. Shall we?

"Definitely when Kitten says you're doing better," you told her, much to her frustration and dismay.

"Aw, not fair!" Supergirl complained. You shrug at her with a bit of an awkward smile.

"Stay as long as you like," you welcomed. "I'll be back in a moment. Just going for a walk, stretch my legs." You finally leave your room, taking a little stroll around the Watchtower for a few minutes. However, she comes up from behind and takes your arm in hers.

"Oh no, you don't. You're not leaving me behind, mister." She was still a bit horny, so she took your hand and actually slapped it on her ass cheek. And just look at her a bit incredulously: she wants her ass either slapped in the public hall, groped there or both. "Don't act so surprised. You've fucked me at least 3 times, and you grabbing my ass isn't OK? Like I told you, you see that advantage with me? Take it." And the two of you continued walking down the hall when you heard a soft whirring sound.

"What's that...?" you ask yourself. You turn to your lover and observed how distracted she was. "Do you hear something?" you ask softly. Apparently, you weren't the only one with sensitive ears; she nodded. You follow the sound until you see a faint light hitting the metal wall up ahead. Both were coming from the gym; someone's still up at night. You lead Kara to the door and see Vixen, aka Mari McCabe, on a treadmill.

"Huh," she mused. "Burning the midnight oil... Well, let's go say hi."