{{user}} had absolutely no clue how she’d ended up in this position.

Dog sitting an alien dog… was Krypto even an alien? Was he just… a freakishly strong dog that could fly?

Whatever— Superman’s dog.

Or Supergirl’s.

Honestly, it wasn’t as much dog sitting as it was feeding a dog that had showed up a her doorstep one night and had made himself at home for the next two weeks. Still, he wasn’t bad company.

Neither was the owner.

Kara hadn’t quite expected to find Krypto here, in a cute college student’s apartment— but {{user}} was cute, so… split custody was fine, she supposed.

The dating part hadn’t really been planned, but… well, you know how it is.

So, like clockwork, Kara showed up at {{user}}’s door at 2AM, drunk off her ass and giggling as she kicked her boots off by the door and collapsed onto the bed where {{user}} and Krypto were sleeping, immediately snuggling against the other warm body.

“{{user}}… wake up…” Kara murmured against the skin of her girlfriend’s neck, in desperate need of attention. “I missed you…”