Author's Note: Hello all! I'm back with another Karamel story.

Prompt: Mon-El takes Kara on a date they enjoy themselves take down a few bad guys and then kiss. (from deenew27)

Summary: Mon-El and Kara go on their first date.. but it's not the usual kind.

Rating: K+

Spoilers: None. Except for the fact that you have to know who Mon-El is.

Kara could count on one hand how many first dates (not including the brief time she spent using the dating site) she had been on. There was Jack from high school (he had broken up with her after 3 dates, and she had vowed never to date again), Cris from collage (turned out to be cheating on her), and James (she had broken up with him).

And now there was Mon-El. She had never been more excited. She had tried on 10 different dresses before finally choosing the first one she put on, a typical Kara move. Now she was waiting for Mon-El to show up, and she had almost broken her couch because she had squeezed the armrest so hard.

The fact that he flew (or, jumped, really) through her open window did nothing to calm her thudding heart. He surprised her so much that she had him jammed up against wall before he could even come all the way into her apartment.

He choked in surprise, and stared at her quizzically. "Is this a normal custom when you... uh, what was the word? Date? Yeah. Is this something you do when you date?"

Kara let him go, blushing furiously. "No, no, you just startled me. Sorry."

"That's ok. You look pretty." Winn had taught him that one, after the incident with the word "babe".

He was glad he had used it when Kara blushed harder. "Thanks."

She did look pretty though. She had on a dark red dress that didn't have any sleeves, and stopped at the knee. She had even done something different then he had ever seen with her hair; a bunch of small braids making an almost net at the back of her head, and another braid trailing the rest of the way down.

"Spin." He commanded.

"What?"

"Spin!" He spun his finger in a circle and then demonstrated when she still looked confused, turning around slowly.

Kara followed his example and he grinned. "Very nice. Are we ready to leave now?"

"Oh, yeah." Kara bit her lip and smiled. "Where are we going?"

"On a date." Mon-El reminded her, confused. "Or is this the wrong day?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant." Kara tried hard not to laugh at the expression on his face. "We are going on a date, but where is, um, where is our date going to be taking place? Like, where do you want to go eat?"

"I know a bar.."

"No, not a bar." Kara scolded. "Someplace where a million alien females won't be flirting with you."

"Right. Good idea." Mon-El frowned, thinking. "Winn showed me this place one time. It served the long strings of yellow stuff that are very good."

"Noodles?" Kara guessed.

"Yes!" Mon-El cried excitedly. "The noodles. We should go there."

"Ok." He held out his hand and wiggled his fingers. She took it with a smile, and they walked out the door.

When they got to the place with the long strings of very good yellow stuff, they were seated and sat talking for awhile. Kara explained how a menu worked (no, you can't try a little bit of everything), and Mon-El got the hang of it enough to order a normal meal.

They were just getting their food when Kara's ears perked up. A second later a sound of a gunshot rang through the restaurant. Mon-El grabbed Kara and instinctively covered her body with his own.

"Mon-El!" Kara hissed. "I'm bulletproof, remember?"

He blushed and straightened. "Right. Sorry."

"Ok, I have to get changed to Supergirl, you stay here, alright?"

"But I want to help-" She was already gone, and Mon-El sat himself down the booth, picking at his noodles.

Supergirl appeared moments later, and the gunmen had the decency to look scared. One of them grabbed a random, screaming civilian and held her with a gun to her head. "Move and I kill her."

The woman knew enough to stop screaming at that. Mon-El tilted his head as he watched Kara bite her lip and glance at the men who were rapidly taking cash from the register.

Making a split decision, Mon-El got up from his chair and crept toward the man holding the poor, sobbing woman hostage. Before he could blink he was thrown into the wall, a gunshot firing with a second of delay.

The shot bounced off Mon-El's chest and he looked down at it. "Hm. Glad I'm bullet proof." He grinned cheekily over at Kara, who rolled her eyes.

A click of a camera went off and Mon-El turned to a young woman holding up her phone. "Hey, I don't do paparazzi, sorry." He told her, and, grabbing the phone, deleted the picture.

By the time he got out of the restaurant, Kara was holding two plates of noodles.

"Did you steal those?" Mon-El frowned.

"No! I left money on the counter." Kara assured him. "Race you to that rooftop."

Mon-El, surprisingly, won. He smirked triumphantly. "Ha. I beat you."

"I let you win." Kara insisted, and handed him his plate.

He took it, and the two of them devoured their food in minutes. Kara dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "Maybe you should have gotten a little bit of everything."

"I told you!" Mon-El cried. "Well, too late now."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Even though that date was a.. little unusual, I think it was-"

"Fun." Mon-El finished with a smile. "Yeah, me too."

He tilted her chin and looked down at her. She smiled. Nothing happened for a while. "You gonna kiss me?" Kara whispered.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." So he did.

Author's Note: I'm in search for a better title. Please let me know what you think!