Author: Ashley
Title: Paradise Calling
Rating: M
Part: 1/2
Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)
Word Count (Part One): 3,048
Summary: "Kara sat on her bed, hands tight on the business card that Alex had given her. Staring. Clutching. Almost strangling the poor piece of thin card. Paradise Calling: Ladies Adult Call Service" - Kara is stressed out. Alex tells her about a call centre she should try. Also, it turns out Mon-El found a new job all on his own. Timeline of somewhere around 2x07: The Darkest Place.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.
A/N: Hi again everyone! Thanks for returning to read another one of my fics. Got a two-parter here this time. THIS ONE IS SO OLD! I'd forgotten I'd had it. I write fic on my phone and it somehow got lost in the karamel drafts filling my notes.
I wrote this during the first hiatus, but based it after 2x07: The Darkest Place. So we're going to go waaaay back and ignore everything that happened after that, including the 2x08: Medusa kiss.
Simply enough, I was just driving through the city one night and saw a billboard advertisement. It was the inspiration for this fic.
Part One
"Honestly, Kara, I'm worried about you. Like worried for your mental health here."
Kara's "I'm fine!" was emphasized by the shattering of the glass in her hand. Water spilled down her wrist and off the edge of the table they sat at. She huffed and walked over to the paper towel rack.
Alex couldn't hold back her laugh.
"See! What did I tell you!" she raised her hands in exasperation. "Kara, honey, you're stressed out." Kara returned to the table, wiping at the glass shards and water. "You run around all day and night saving people. You spend more time in your suit working at or for the DEO than anything else. You need relief."
She slid the black business card along the table top, a single finger pushing it centered directly in front of Kara. Her voice sunk down to a whisper.
"Call them."
Mon-El was proud of himself. He got this job all on his own. He didn't need Kara's help at all. And it was doing something he was actually good at; something that he enjoyed. It really couldn't get any easier than that.
The first few women he'd spoken to were nice. To tell the truth, they didn't really need him much. A couple of words of encouragement here and there and that was about it.
Easiest money he'd ever made.
Kara sat on her bed, hands tight on the business card that Alex had given her. Staring. Clutching. Almost strangling the poor piece of thin card.
Paradise Calling: Ladies Adult Call Service
18+ - ADULTS ONLY
Fancy pink handwriting flowed across the black business card.
She was going over and over with it in her head. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to call them. This was their business after all. They must deal with new callers all the time.
Alex had given her a Bluetooth earpiece that they had made sure wasn't connected to the DEO servers. She'd said that she would need her hands free for the call. Gah, this was so weird. How could anybody do this regularly?!
She fidgeted with her earpiece, really just killing time. It was already a quarter to midnight. If she didn't do this soon, she'd just end up going to bed and she'd never gather up the guts to try to do this again.
She picked up her cell phone, her other hand holding up the business card and she dialed.
"Hi, I'm Mike. How can I please you tonight?" Mon-El turned on his sultry voice. Smooth as silk. He was really getting good at this and he'd only had a couple of calls. He still wasn't sure about that opening line though. It sounded a little ridiculous to him.
The agency allowed him to "work from home". But since "home" was the DEO and Kara, Alex, J'onn and Winn were always there, he figured that using the rooms provided to their employees was a much better idea.
He looked around the room and shook his head. Nope. This was still pretty weird.
He wasn't human after all. This could get really weird. He'd been with many women before; he knew what was involved, what to do, what went where, where to touch. But explaining it? To a human? It was all the same kinda stuff right? He sure hoped so.
He was starting to have second thoughts. Not that he'd received any complaints yet, but still. It was almost midnight and his shift would soon be over. Maybe he'd feel less weird about it by his next shift, but...
Riiing. Riiing.
"Alright, Mon-El, let's try this again."
He picked up the headset and adjusted it onto his head. He clicked the button on the phone that rested on the table in front of him.
"Hi," cue that sultry voice, "This is Mike. How can I please you tonight?"
A loud giggle came from the other end of the phone.
He froze.
He'd know that laugh anywhere.
It was unmistakable.
Kara.
"Sorry!" came at him through the headset. "Sorry! I didn't mean to laugh!" she insisted, "This is just too weird." She sighed loudly, "I've just never done this before with somebody...I mean, call an agency for something like this. It's just that my sister...she said that it would be a good idea to try to relax and to call and maybe-" She paused, cutting herself off. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling here."
He couldn't help but smile to himself. "That's okay. It's cute." His face was getting hot and he was glad that she couldn't see him. He shook his head to clear it. "What's your name beautiful?"
She flinched for a second. This voice sounded familiar. She found it odd that she couldn't pinpoint why. "Kara," she stated anyway.
He felt his heart jump into his throat and his stomach sink low. He thought that she would at least pretend; use a different name. Or maybe even insist that he didn't need one from her in order to do what they were about to do. He should say something. He really should. She wouldn't want this to keep going if she knew that he was the one on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?" he heard her small voice on the other end. He could tell that she was nervous.
"Where are you now, Kara?" Might as well go with it then...
"Uhm...home?"
"Are you alone?"
She paused, then, "Yes..." and he could swear that he heard her gulp.
"Good," he smiled, leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the desk in front of him. Best to get down to it then…"What're you wearing?"
"Uhm, pajamas..." She could feel herself blushing already. She wished that she had made up a different answer. Something sexier.
"Shorts? Pants?" He smirked. "More details Kara. I want to see you in my head."
She felt her heart speeding up. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she knew this voice; that she should know who she was talking to. But, she was probably just paranoid. She was already so nervous and iffy about making this call and doing this whole thing. Her overthinking it all was just messing with her.
"Shorts," she answered simply. "And I have a t-shirt on." She figured he'd ask that next anyways, right?
"I bet you have great legs, Kara. Long, graceful, strong...especially when they lock around my waist as I pick you up and carry you to your bed."
He knew she had great legs alright. One of life's little pleasures was seeing her legs in that Supergirl suit. Definitely one of his favourite parts of her body.
Not that he had been spending nearly all of his days checking out body or anything...
"Is that where you are, Kara? Right now? On your bed?"
"Mhm," she hummed. This Mike guy sure was making it hard for her to breathe. His voice was so smooth; soothing, yet exciting.
"Good. I've set you down in the middle of the bed. Is that where you are, Kara? Lying on your back?"
He heard movement on the other end of the phone and he assumed she was changing her position. A quiet, "Yes," sounded when the shuffling stopped.
Mon-El closed his eyes and adjusted his headset. "My hands...they're sliding up your legs. Are you ticklish? I bet you're ticklish."
She felt herself smiling, "A little bit."
"Yeah? I can feel your thighs trembling when my fingers play with the edges of your shorts. Do you feel them trembling, Kara?"
She almost wished that he would stop saying her name like that; so smooth, silky and soft.
Almost.
"Mhm," she sighed, her hands at the end of her shorts, her head resting comfortably on the pillow with her eyes closed.
"Can I take them off, Kara?" She nodded. "Kara?" Oh right, she had to talk for this to work.
"Yeah..."
"Take them off for me." His voice was strangled, almost at a whisper.
She tugged at the waistband of her shorts, pulled them down her legs and kicked them away.
Mon-El gulped. He could hear her doing everything he asked. This was driving him crazy. He wanted to be there. He wanted to touch her. He wanted it to be his hands tugging down those shorts for her.
"Mike?" she asked quietly.
"I'm here, Kara."
"What're you wearing?" she challenged.
He laughed. "Too much."
"If-if you take off all of your clothes...I promise to take off all of mine..." she proposed. Who knew who this Mike guy was or if he'd even consider her idea. She just knew that right now it felt like he had the upper hand and she wasn't yet sure how she felt about that.
He paused. He was pretty sure that wasn't listed under "Required" in his job description. Then again, it wasn't listed as something he couldn't do...
"Deal," he finally agreed.
She sighed, seemingly with relief. "Good. Thank you."
"I'll do anything you ask, Kara."
Her heart fluttered, but she knew it shouldn't have. She heard him moving, shuffling about and she knew that this was her cue. She stripped off her shirt and lay back down in her bra and underwear. "M-Mike?" she asked.
"Mhm."
"Can you take off the rest for me?" She was feeling bold all of a sudden. He groaned. He couldn't help it.
"Gah, Kara, what are you still wearing?"
"Bra and panties," she stated simply.
He closed his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. He'd left his boxers on. He was feeling conflicted. He didn't think he should be getting off on this. But then again, wasn't that the whole point here? Getting off?
"What colour?"
"Which piece?" she smiled, closing her eyes.
"Bra," he breathed.
"White."
Gah, his innocent little Kara. Even her lingerie was innocent. This contradictory situation made it all the more hot.
"Take it off," he demanded, a little more stern than he intended.
She shivered at his tone; imagined what it would be like if this man was actually here with her, sitting in front of her and demanding the same thing. She reached behind her and unclipped the garment and removed it.
"Pink," she looked to her hips, revealing the fact without any prodding.
He gulped and he knew that with that hearing of hers, she had definitely heard it.
"T-Take them off," it came out low, almost at a whisper. He heard shuffling and he could see it happening in his mind; he could see her lying there for him, ready and waiting for him to join her.
"What next?" she questioned innocently as she laid down on the bed, naked and surprisingly at ease.
He groaned, "Kara, your breasts are amazing. I'm pulling your nipple into my mouth."
She felt her hand almost on its own travel up her stomach and land on her breast, tugging at her nipple. He back arched slightly and she let out a little noise, so quiet that he wasn't sure he heard it.
"Put your fingers in your mouth." She heard him say it and her eyes popped open.
"What?"
"Wet your fingers, Kara. Pretend they're my tongue on your nipples."
She shivered. This was so much more intense with him saying the words; with his voice so clearly in her ear. She did as he said, two of her fingers of her left hand sliding between her lips, her tongue moving around them, her other hand clutching the bed cover at her hip. She moved her wet fingers to her nipple; rubbing, pinching, just tight enough for it to harden.
"How's that feel, Kara?" He questioned and he heard her sigh, "Good?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled out to him.
"Where's your other hand? I want you to play with yourself; touch yourself."
She let out a whine that made his cock twitch.
"M-Mike, I-"
"It's okay, Kara. Do whatever you want. Whatever feels good."
She nodded against the mattress even though he couldn't see her. Her hand released the bed cover and slid to her hip, travelling along the bone and across to her clit. She ran a finger over it firmly, slowly and let out a hiss.
"Are you wet, Kara?" He breathed as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yes..."
Mon-El pushed at his cock through his boxers. He was getting really uncomfortable. He was hard and his boxers were getting tight and he felt like he was somehow betraying her if he were to touch himself. This was supposed to be about her; making her feel good. That's why she called for this service in the first place.
It wasn't supposed to be about him getting off; using her when he was the only one who knew who he was actually talking to. He squeezed himself through the fabric, wishing he could relieve the pressure.
He heard her moan and he jumped. Squeezing his eyes shut, he noted, "You're sensitive, Kara."
"Mhm," she whined. Her name rolled off his tongue so darkly; wanton and desire-filled.
"That's good. It'll be good for you. What should my hands do to you, Kara?"
It was silent for a moment, but he thought that he could hear her arm moving against what he assumed was the bed cover.
"Inside," she breathed out.
Oh, fuck this. This was going to be the death of him. He sat up straight in his chair. "Do it, Kara. My fingers are your fingers."
He heard her gasp. She had two fingers from one hand sliding inside her channel, her other hand joining it, a finger stroking her clit in a circular motion.
"Mon-E-mmph," her hand flew up, her wrist slapping against her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. Holy shit, she almost said Mon-El. "Mike," she corrected, letting it out on an exaggerated moan, praying that he hadn't noticed. Not that it would matter to this Mike guy, but saying it out loud would acknowledge that she felt something that she was definitely not ready to acknowledge.
Mon-El's eyebrows furrowed, "Kara? You okay?"
"Mhm," she shook her head back and forth against the pillow; trying to clear her brain, trying to get it back to where she was a few seconds ago. Her hands returned to their previous positions, her legs widening further than before, her knees dropping to rest fully on the mattress. Her eyes fluttered open. Oh no, the moment was slipping away. The fire she had just a moment ago was disappearing from the near panic attack she almost had with her slip up.
"M-Mike?" she forced out.
"Yes, Kara," Mon-El had a hand on his thigh, tightly clenched in a fist while his other rested on the table top beside him, fingers tapping at the wood.
"Will you do it with me?" she asked timidly.
Oh, Rao. "Kara, I really shouldn't..." he choked out.
"Please, Mike. It'll help me..."
He groaned heavily, his cock twitching with need. His hand reached into his boxers and he pulled himself out, a hand expertly smoothing up and down his cock.
"Fuck, Kara, I need yo-this!" he corrected himself, "I need this so bad."
"Are you touching yourself for me?" She questioned, her voice so innocent he swore that he was growing harder with each word.
"Yes, Kara, anything for you," he huffed out, his hand squeezing at his cock, his thumb smoothing over the pre-cum at his tip.
Kara's hand was speeding up, her fingers slipping in and out easily. The fire in her belly was back at full force and she arched her back against the mattress. "I think I'm close, Mike," she sighed and it made him shiver.
Even her made up name she gave him was turning him on. His hand grew faster and he couldn't believe how easy this was going to be for him. He could already feel his orgasm mere moments away.
"Me too, baby, me too," he moaned, a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, another massaging at his balls. "Just let go, Kara. I want to hear you the whole time."
She was panting into the mouthpiece; her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers slipped out and rubbed at her clit repeatedly, her other hand grasping at her breast, fingers tugging at her nipple.
"M-I'm gonna-"
"Yes, Kara, come for me," it ended on a groan as he heard Kara gasping as she cried out.
"Mon-El!"
He swore he had heard his name come from her lips and regardless of whether or not he imagined it, he lost it, shooting into his hand with a moan, a strangled Kara slipping from his lips.
There was silence on both ends for a long while.
She knew she had said it.
Mon-El.
She wished she could care. She wished that she could be embarrassed, but she felt too freaking relaxed to give a damn. She smiled to herself as she cleaned herself up.
"Mike...thank you," she giggled.
Mon-El sat there for a moment, unable to move. He laughed loudly.
"Oh, shit, Kara. Thank you."
There was another long pause. He reached for a box of tissues that was left on the table near him.
"You know," she started, "I wasn't going to do this. My sister talked me into it. I thought it would be...weird...and awkward...but, uhm, I'm glad I did it. You were a good...partner?" She furrowed her eyebrows. Nope, there was no way to describe this that wasn't even a little bit strange.
"I'm glad you called, Kara."
There was another long pause and then he heard her clear her throat. "Well, I guess your job here is done." She cringed. Gosh, that sounded weird, too.
He laughed lightly. "Yeah, I-uh, yeah I guess so. Thank you for calling, Kara."
She smiled to herself, "Well, I guess this is goodbye."
"Sounds like it."
"Goodbye, Mike.
"Have a good rest of your night, Kara."
Kara felt that thought it was strange, that phone call was so effective, so relaxing. Apparently Alex was right about it all along.
Mon-El, on the other hand, didn't think he would ever be able to look Kara in the eye again.
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