That is, if anyone can find her.

Having given Miss Moon and her cameragirl a quick tease and some ravishing photos, you took Supergirl up and away to a seculded rooftop, far out of the gaze of the people of metropolis. Perched atop the sky scrapper, the air was thin, but it didn't bother you at all, and barely bothered Kara. Your kisses and attentions, however, were doing a fine job of taking her breath away. Craddled in your lap you have the run of her body as you make out, your aura shielding you both from the wind and letting Supergirl remain pin-up perfect as you slide a hand under her skirt (you want to have a talk about these modesty shorts) and wrap her in a hug that lets you grip one of her restrained breasts.

"How was school?" you ask as you break the kiss, smiling as her effort to answer turns into a moan as you kiss and nip at her neck.

"It-ahhhhhh-nn... it was... it was okay..." Her hands delicately trail up your body, taking in your muscles before clinging to your head as she tries to pull you back up for another kiss. You oblige, but give her ass a little swat to assert your dominance, and to punish her typical teenager half-assed answer.

"Did people notice... this?" you ask, sinking back to her neck and biting hard on the bruise, suckling at it as much to make her cry out as it was to keep the mark dark and prominent. "Did they ask where 'big tittied school girl Kara Kent' got her hickey from?"

"Ohhhhhhh, oh....Y-eah... they did."

"And what did you tell them?"

You sit back, enjoying her dreamy smile.

"I did just like you said. I told them I'd gotten a hot, older boyfriend." She blushes brightly, swivveling around to stradle your lap instead. "I might not have mentioned getting pregnant yet. Or that we um... are... looking to add a third..."

"What a naughty little girl you are."

"I heard one girl call me a whore. A... a big tittied whore... I don't know how I feel about that..."

You kiss her, distract her.

"You're mine. And..."

You're interupted as your League communicator sounds.

"Sorry, hopefully that will be dispatch telling me they've got Power Girl. I've been waiting all day."

Kara pouts, but leans in to cuddle you, pressing her slender frame tight against your strong body.

"Alpha here, go ahead."

"Alpha, this is Watchtower. This matter is urgent. We've been trying to locate Power Girl since you requested contact, but she can't be found. We have a last known location, but no-one has seen her and her communicator is offline. The League requests that you investigate immediately, hopefully it's nothing but..."

You feel Kara stiffen against you, listening in on the call. The warmth of arousal and flirtation receding at the idea that her other self could be in danger.

"I understand. I'll take Supergirl and check it out. Steel and the others can cover Metropolis while we're gone."

"Okay, sending you PG's last known location now."