"Ooooo they have tv!" Pushing a handful of buttons, flicking through various channels- the buzz of the engine ruffled any sense of calm and patience Kara had left... stilling his hand in irritation she huffed "Mon-El!"

Glancing up, her husband looked on and winced at the throb that had suddenly jolted through his forearm, it was only then she realised how much strength she was using- eyes widening Kara pulled back abruptly "I'm sorry"

The Daxamite chuckled shaking his head between flexing his fingers, deciding to manoeuvre his palm so it laced over the Kryptonian now that hers lay against the armrest- rubbing his thumb over her skin lightly "Don't be... its okay to be nervous"

Rigid tense "I'm no-" the words died on her lips as the plane started to shake climbing into a diagonal position to take off. Growling, her shoulders were taut- eyes clenched shut deciding to count every single breath she took, mumbling quietly to herself in Kryptonian to soothe her in-flight jitters.

Thankfully Kara was able to zone in on the sensation of her husbands fingers as she exhaled deeply relishing in the sound of his rumbling voice as he hummed an ancient Kryptonian melody to help calm her down, she finally started to relax whispering "I don't know why we couldn't have just flown... by other means."

His lips quirked upwards and he looked on lovingly. Knowing that she was only relaying a previous conversation as a way to disperse her current irritation at feeling so vulnerable.

Turning their heads towards each other- charmingly blue orbs peeked up at him whilst he responded "You've always mentioned to me about wanting the full wedding experience... this is the full human experience and Miss Grant was kind enough to pay for it- it would have been rude to turn her down."

Nodding her posture slackened "I know, I know. I suppose it just reminds me of being trapped, it makes me feel like I'm twelve again."

At that Mon-El frowned his grip tightening as he moved delicately towards her- leaning to place a chaste kiss on her cheek, breath lingering "You'll never be trapped with me, as long as I'm here I'll always keep you safe."

Using her free hand she sweetly caressed his jaw scratching at his beard and gazing adoringly "I love you."

"I love you too."

Nipping at each other they eventually settled back into position and Mon-El did everything possible to distract her by making her laugh or by asking insane questions "Why can't penguins fly... I thought they were birds too?"

-?-

"I've been on Earth for many many years now and I still don't understand why people use the name for curdled milk to help them smile when taking a photograph."

-?-

And the best one of all "Why do humans always assume that all aliens are green with rounded heads... is that J'onns doing?"


Hours later and they were both too enraptured with Finding Nemo to continue being nervous.

Absorbed Kara stated matter of factly "That turtle is so you."

Quipping "So you've said dory"

"Hey!"


Ten minutes later...

Inquisitive and maybe a little offended- still stuck on the why she randomly asked "Why am I dory?"

Mon-El seemed amused "Your kidding me right? Who else would be the excitable giggly one who forgets everything all of the time?"

Squinting "Are you calling me dumb?

"Uh.. no?"

"Good."

Eventually he heard a subtle...

"Dudebro"

Casually Smirking down to the triumphant playful gleam that his wife was projecting he decided to take it up a notch. Leaning into her hair, as his palm starting to trail up her arm... naughtily he nipped at her earlobe before husking "Say that again and then see what I decide to do to you."

He even winked.

From the gulp that left her parted lips he was appreciative that the triumphant grin had been throughly quashed and replaced with something a smidge more sultry.


Another hour passed and various scents were now wafting through the cabin.

Kara's stomach rumbled incessantly "Rao.. I'm so hungry."

The Daxamite chuckled grinning "Say it again... I don't think all of civilisation heard you."

Attempting to tickle her belly.

She slapped his arm.

The flight attendant approached and handed them a plate each.

Digging in "Eughh I thought that flying 'Miss Grant expensive' meant the food would be nicer"

Shrugging Mon-Els had worse "Better than the rations we had in the future."

Rolling her eyes "Don't remind me."


Almost there... only an hour left of their journey- Mon-El remembered what Winn had mentioned when he'd dropped them off at the airport earlier.

"Kara... what's the mile high club?"

Lying horizontally with a fancy 'free' sleeping mask over her face- the inner workings of the plane were becoming harder and harder to ignore it was like a chainsaw to her ear canal.

She just turned over and away from the sexual nature of those questions because NOPE.

"Hushhh I'm trying to sleep."

Feeling guilty "Sorry"

Mon-El however eventually put two and two together unable to shake the look thathe was receiving from the flight attendant after he'd accidentally tried to ask her instead.


Arriving towards their destination they both marvelled through the plane window at the twinkling lights below them, upon hearing the uptick in Kara's heartbeat Mon-El shoved three miniature alcoholic beverages her way, he'd swiped them up earlier to calm her nerves "Drink these"

Dumbstruck "are you serious, you already know these can't affect me? And how'd you even get them anyways?"

"Liquid courage... just trust me!"

And she did.

It worked.


Arriving at Cat's Paris Vacation home exhausted but content by their new surroundings. Kara gazed at the sheer beauty of the city before feeling Mons arm blocking her from opening the front door. Crinkling.

"Wha-" placing a finger to her lips.

"I want to carry you through the threshold."

Allowing him to do so Kara giggled and screeched as he hoisted her into his arms, dancing his way inside and through the lower levels- reaching a spiralling staircase. They both stared up in awe, the lavish city home was covered in cream furnishings full with dark wood that contained a very European lilt. There was a glinting chandelier above and every room was littered with a variation of flowers that filled the air with a floral scent. Winding branches covered the windowsills and lead onto the outer walls and all in all to afford such a place in Paris... so close to the Eiffel TowerCat had to be a millionaire.

Raising an eyebrow "Bed M'lady?"

Biting her lip, the blondes eyes darkened in response "Bed."


Placing her down on white silk sheets, golden curls fanned out like daisy chains as Mon-El nuzzled into her skin pressing sinful kisses all over her body... he smiled gleefully every time he caught the glinting of their wedding bracelets. Following his grey orbs she grinned and lifted her arm up- twisting it to read the inscription hidden to all but alien eyesight.

'Kehlish Rao kah zhao uldif rruhsh kryp buahn vav i divi'

[Rao bless our love forever until we walk into your light.]

It had been a part of their vows.

"I can't believe we're finally married." She ogled in wonder.

Husking "Me neither... my love." He understood that she was acknowledging all of the obstacles they'd had to overcome.

It'd taken grief and heartache, years apart yearning for each other before they'd finally gotten their happy ending... they'd kissed, they'd argued, they'd lusted for one another, they'd had to relearn each other after Imra and his jaunt in the future but each milestone had only sowed them closer and closer together until one day he was able to procure Eliza's blessing for asking for her hand in Marriage.

That day still filled him with warmth and imbued him with the memory of shedding tears with his mother in law as they laughed together at different photographs of a young Kara hogging all of the potstickers even as a teenager inside her childhood home.

He remembers planning the perfect proposal with Alex's help of course until Kara accidentally walked in on them that very same morning leaving him to subsequently have to get down on one knee right then and there.. much to her surprise and his chagrin.

He remembers, the jump for joy and the happy squeals, the late night love and he still chuckles every time he recalls Winn's odd fashion advice. But most of all the image of Kara at the alter reciting Kryptonian wedding vows is what stands out... it was only a few hours ago yet he cant help but still picture those piercing blue eyes glistening in crystal light matching the diamonds that were embedded within her flowing regal gown.

She was the most beautiful person he'd ever had the privilege to see and now it was time for him to worship her and show her just how much she meant to him.

Groaning "Mon-El"

She was excited. If not a little sleepy, so he decided to be the one to undress her starting at her ankles- he removed each sock placing little nips as he went, moving up her thighs he caressed her legs, skimming the edge of exactly were she wanted him to be.

Hissing "Mhm... please"

Her back arched and he found himself wondering what the mathematical equation for the curvature of her spine would be- wanting to somehow touch every section of vertebrae.

Lifting her shirt up slowly he smirked as her eyes glazed over. Her impenetrable skin leaving ripples in his wake all due to his deft talents, raised little bumps littering every direction. Lifting further he removed it and his thumbs traced the underside of her ribcage revelling in the smoothened ridges and winding muscle that just begged to be loved.

Kissing her neck, he cupped her jaw and their eyes connected long enough for him to know exactly how aching and needy she was he was going to utterly cherish her tonight.

Reaching for the clasp on her bra he slipped it off and his breath seized at the two dusky nipples peeking up- telling his charcoal orbs yet again precisely of her enjoyment.

Letting out a muffled moan of his own... he soon felt two hands subtly caressing at his lower back sending zaps over to his lower belly... he twitched.

Leaning lower... his hardness bulged against the zip of his pants and he restrained a growl as it pressed lusciously against her protruding hip.

Taking a pink bud between his teeth, his tongue dipped and twisted as he wetted her breast causing her to quiver.

Chest to chest- even through his thin shirt he could feel the way her stomach clenched, and her thighs periodically rubbed together asking silently for some sort of relief... desperation was starting to seep in.

Laying licks and kisses to her abdomen he smiled at the cute little divot of her belly button, possibly one of his favourite places of her- it was adorable and he couldn't help but kiss it in awe of the way her lips produced a sweet breathy moan of seduction.

He needed to hear more of that.

It was at that point he realised he was far too over dressed and so hooked his fingers into his own t-shirt and hoisted it over himself throwing it to other side of the room.

Kara seemingly loved that, gaining enjoyment by relentlessly teasing him as she tugged on the layer of hair that covered his stomach. Tracing her fingers through the small expanse of brown curls that was in fact her own favourite thing to do.

She'd admitted it once to him, in a state of embarrassment.

Mon-Els teeth gripped at the edge of his lip and it took everything in his power to not take her right then and there- feeling the way her hips canted he was in half a mind as to whether that was her objective.

She could be sneaky sometimes.

He liked that side of her- the devilish temptress hidden inside a cute ponytail, an innocent voice, an endearing smile and a modest wardrobe.

He knew better.

No he had a plan and he was sticking with it, no matter her purposeful attempts at trying to gain his quick affection.

Because she was his wife and to him that warranted far more than a swift 'fucking' honestly.


Popping the button and lowering the zipper- velvet thighs made themselves known as he removed her jeans at an exasperating pace. The fabric glided lower as her legs naturally parted revealing her lust as it shined through the material dampened by his toying it payed to work her up.

At the current moment her stature was flush, her chest gracefully presenting itself as her breath wavered laboured in waiting.

Her azure orbs were hooded and wanton and could only be compared to cosmic dust- everything about her was fascinating and it never really did matter how much he'd gotten to see her or to feel her because it never was enough. She was a wondrous creature and he'd easily spend a thousand lifetimes working out her every atom by taking her apart again and again.. piece by piece.

Legs bare and trembling she whined as he got closer- needy but a little uncertain whispering "I don't know if I-"

Hushing her he understood, speaking to her in her native language to comfort "khahp raozh khahp raozh khuhtiv :zhao" [I know, I know my love]

Gently nodding she trusted him implicitly.

It didn't change a thing, he knew when they'd arrived tonight that perhaps connecting completely would be too much for her... superpowers or no, she was so drained from the flight over taking him so thoroughly right now would still be a stress on her anatomy.

Tonight was about her.

There was plenty of time another day- they had a whole lifetime of opportunity and that thought alone made him feel fuzzy.

Leaning onto his elbows, body now between her legs her scent darkened his gaze, until his pupils eclipsed the entirety of each iris... addictive... a drug.

Glancing up he tugged at her undergarments, his gaze dutifully asking permission which she gave him with a glowing heart and a tug of her own until they slid against her ankles and she was fully exposed.

Naked, Vulnerable and Maddeningly in love.

Holding onto both thighs, fingers rubbing delicately he revered her golden honeypot decidedly swiping his tongue against its nectar. She cried out reaching over to tangle her hand into his short brunette locks. Kara's mind boggled overwhelmed with sensation and she couldn't help but repeat so aloud.. over and over.

Exhaling, she squirmed as his beard grazed delicate skin his wetted mouth suckling mind numbingly on the group of nerve endings that made external pleasure so Rao damn fabulous.

Climbing higher- there wasn't a place his mouth hadn't lingered nor a section of Kryptonian skin that his hand hadn't held and at this point with the mounting pleasure so great she didn't know whether to laugh or to cry because this was her husband and they were finally together.

Suddenly she reached the precipice of his achievement, climaxing hard as sparks fired against two crimson eyelids reminding her of the fireworks on the 4th July. Her body shook like so many of the earthquakes she'd often performed daring rescues decimating any strength and residual tension she had left whilst he guided her onto another plane of existence.

Their arousal seared just like Pompeii- turning a pair of lovebirds into ashen statues, preserved for eternity, an ancient civilisation worthy of but a Daxamite and a Kryptonian who were once fated to be enemies and yet now were destined to be bonded.

Spent. Mon-El removed the rest of his clothing happy to just bask in skin on skin contact watching as his wife curled up against him shiny, content and fulfilled- enthralled by his warmth. Letting out a little happy sigh he moved a blonde lock back tucking it behind her ear both of them worn from the day they'd easily remember for the rest of their lives.

Their love story it had once reminded him of Romeo and Juliet and then during his second trip to the future he'd even deemed it to be in a way a tragically accurate representation- but now he knew that as much as they may strike some similarities to that star crossed pair, they weren't included in that same destiny because both him and Kara had a future whereas they... had not.