Kara's mind was spinning, her heart was racing, and she was struggling between hope and anger.
"You asked her... to pretend to be your wife?" she asked, trying to think of a scenario where this would make sense, but failing.
"Yes," Mon-El answered, his voice full of guilt.
"But WHY? Do you have any idea of how much you hurt me? Do you have any idea of how much I hated you for that?"
"But that's exactly what I wanted, Kara," he said, looking at her with sad eyes.
Kara was taken aback, confusion written all over her face.
"Did you want me... to hate you?"
"Yes..."
"Why?" she demanded.
Mon-El sighed shakily.
"The first time I traveled back in time, we got back together almost as soon as I arrived from the 31st century."
Kara's heart almost stopped. She frowned and slowly made her way back to the couch and sat down again.
"Did we?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes," he nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips, but it was a sad smile.
Kara's features softened at the tone of his voice and the sadness in his eyes.
"And what happened?"
"We were together, and Reign learned about our relationship, and she used it to her advantage. Kara, you died because of me."
"Wha-... What? What are you saying?"
"You sacrificed yourself to save me. I came back to help you defeat Reign, but I ended up becoming the reason why you died that time around," he explained, while tears started rolling down his face. "And you died in my arms," his voice trailed off, unable to hold back his tears.
Kara brought both hands to her mouth, completely astonished, but her attention quickly turned to Mon-El. Her heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of him crying his heart out because of her death, and she couldn't help but closing the space between them and pulling him into her arms. He embraced her tight as she caressed his hair, soothing him, although she was crying too at this point.
After a few minutes, Mon-El pulled away slowly from the embrace and looked at her, his eyes still glassy with tears.
"That's why I needed you to hate me. I thought that, if you hated me, you wouldn't sacrifice yourself for me. I couldn't risk that to happen again. But my plan backfired. It backfired really badly. Like I said before, you were not supposed to almost die in your first fight against Reign. In both previous timelines, when you dealt with her the first time, you managed to stand your ground, even though you were still suffering for not knowing what had happened to me... But this time you almost died, and I can't help thinking it was my fault. I tricked you into thinking I didn't love you anymore, so you wouldn't die for me, but I caused you so much pain this time around that you couldn't fully concentrate in your fight... I know that you saw Imra and I training right before your fight. I know exactly how hurt you were, because Imra sensed your pain clearly and she told me about it. But I never thought it would affect the outcome of the fight in such a drastic way. It was my fault, and I'm so sorry for that, Kara... I'm so, sosorry..."
Mon-El looked down, unable to hold her gaze, but in the next second he felt her soft hand on his face, and he looked back at her. She had moved closer to him, and for a second he forgot how to breathe. She brushed a tear with her thumb.
"But how could you have known? You were just trying to protect me," she reasoned.
"You don't hate me for what I did?" he asked, clearly confused.
"Of course I don't! What you did... Well, I kinda did the same to you, remember? With Mxy."
"It was not the same..."
"Yes, it was. I lied to you, I told you I would marry him, and I did it to protect you. I knew what he was capable of, and I was so scared... I wanted to protect you from him, and the only idea I could think of on that moment was breaking your heart so you would let me go."
"But you succeeded, Kara. You handled him in your way, you sent him back to his dimension. And what did I do? I almost killed you and I hate myself for that."
"Please don't. Don't do this to yourself. You didn't know... There was no way you could have known, Mon-El..."
"I wish I had done things differently..."
"Please, don't torture yourself. If you had done things differently, maybe other things would have gone wrong. We'll never know. I don't know much about time-travel, but I do know it's a tricky thing."
They both went silent for a moment. There was so much to process, so much to take in for both of them.
"I can't even begin to imagine what you've gone through," Kara spoke after a few minutes, her voice calm, despite everything she had just learned. "I'm just glad you're here now. And I'm really happy you're not married," she admitted.
"I would never marry anyone else, Kara. You're the only one for me. You'll always be."
The look in his eyes were full of love, and Kara felt butterflies in her stomach. She had missed this feeling so much she couldn't even believe she was feeling it again. She smiled shyly, and they stared at each other for what felt like ages, until Mon-El looked down, trying to hide a small smirk that was forming on his lips. Then he looked back at her.
"Are you sure you don't hate me though?" he asked, teasingly.
"Of course I don't," she reassured him.
"I'm pretty sure I heard you saying you hated me for marrying someone else..."
"I didn't say that," she denied.
"You literally said you hated me," he insisted, still teasing her.
"No, I didn't!"
"Two seconds ago you-"
"Okay, okay, fine! I said I hated you!" she rolled her eyes, laughing. "But I didn't really mean it," she confessed, a timid smile on her lips. She paused for a moment before speaking again. "You know, I... I think I will need some time to process all of that..."
"Of course, of course," Mon-El agreed, immediately getting the message. He was genuinely okay with her decision. He definitely could use some time too, even though his heart was aching to be with her.
"There's a lot to process..."
"Yeah, I know... I have a lot to process too myself, after being away for seven years," he said, staring at her at first, but then looking away when he felt he was about to lose himself into her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Kara, for all this mess."
"That's okay."
"Will you forgive me some day?"
"Forgive you for what? For founding the Legion in my honor and doing the possible and the impossible to find a way do travel back in time to save my life?" she asked, half-smiling.
"For lying to you. I had promised I would never lie to you again, and I did."
"You did it to protect me, I understand that. But, you know, that still doesn't stop me from dropping a mountain on you..." she said nonchalantly.
"Oh gosh, okay, I accept my punishment," he laughed, and she laughed too. "But, seriously though, I was wrong to keep the truth from you. I should have let you know since the beginning, so we could work together on a solution. It's your life after all."
"Well, I'm aware of everything now. We'll go through this together. And we'll change the future. Together."
"Okay," he nodded.
They fell silent again for another moment, and Kara could feel the tension start to grow between them. She wanted to kiss him so badly, and she could feel he wanted too. She caught herself staring at his lips more than once, and she caught him doing the same too a couple times. But she didn't want to rush into anything. She had suffered so much, she needed some time to heal. But at the same time...
"I, uh... I better go now," Mon-El spoke, interrupting her thoughts.
She just nodded, not really wanting him to leave.
He got to his feet, followed by her, and started to make his way to the door, until his eye caught sight of a box that was lying on the table. It was open, and he immediately recognized its content: on top there was his copy of Romeo and Juliet.
He walked over to the table, took the book in his hands and examined the other objects inside the box.
"You kept my belongings..." he breathed, feeling emotional.
"I did," she nodded. "Until a few weeks ago they were all exactly where you had left them, but when you came back with a... with a wife... I decided to box everything up. I still didn't know what to do with them though..."
He took a closer look at his belongings, each one of them bringing lots of memories from such a long time ago. They were reminders of the happiest days of his life.
The emotions on his face were so clear that Kara could read them easily, and they matched her own. She watched him intently, unable to look away while he relived in his mind all the happy moments those objects brought him.
At last, Mon-El turned his attention to Romeo and Juliet. He opened the book and leafed through the pages slowly, until he found one of the passages he had underlined, a passage that reminded him of Kara.
Kara noticed the page he was staring at and smiled.
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars.
"I read all your notes one night. They made me smile, even though my heart was broken. And this one was just... the sweetest."
He smiled back at her.
"It's true though," he reaffirmed, his eyes on hers. "And after all those years traveling through the stars, I realized that not only the brightness of your cheek would shame those stars, but the brightness of your eyes would shame the entire galaxy."
Kara felt a pleasant warm feeling burning in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach came back in full force. She had missed this so much, and now Mon-El was right in front of her, and she could see it in his eyes that his love for her remained the same, just like her love for him.
"I... Uh... I should go now..." he said, realizing he couldn't stay any longer. He didn't really want to leave, but he had to. Kara needed time, and he would give her all the time she needed, no matter how long that would be.
"No, wait... Don't go yet. Please," she breathed, getting closer to him. She took a hand to his face and touched it lightly.
"Kara, please... You said you needed time, and I respect that, but..." he closed his eyes and sighed, losing his train of thought when she started caressing his face, running her fingers tenderly through his beard. His heartbeat was so frantic that he was sure she could hear it. "Kara, you need to let me go... now..."
"I don't think I can... I know I said I needed time, but..." she whispered, her hand still on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her gaze then dropped to his lips for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again.
Mon-El felt the last threads of his self-control slip out of his grasp, and next thing he knew, Kara's arms were around his neck, his arms were tight around her waist, and their lips were molded together in a kiss so deep that he felt her melt into his arms. The kiss became more and more passionate, and they nearly lost their balance, bumping into the table and almost knocking off the box with his belongings.
Mon-El lifted Kara and placed her on the edge of table and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his body as close as possible, while their mouths devoured each other.
When the need for air finally made them break the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as they caught their breaths, staring lovingly into each other's eyes.
"I missed this so much... I missed you so much..." she confessed breathlessly.
"I missed you too, you have no idea... It killed me having to lie to you, having to hurt you, when all I wanted was to hold you in my arms again, and kiss you again, and make love to you again, and-"
Kara silenced him with another passionate kiss while tightening the grip of her legs around his hips, which caused both of them to moan in unison through the kiss. She shuddered when she realized how aroused he already was, and she deepened the kiss even more, curling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
His hands moved down to her backside and pulled her even closer to him, if that was even possible, and he rocked his hips against her slowly, which made her gasp, breaking the kiss.
"Take me to my bed. Our bed," she whispered.
"Our bed?" he asked, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Yes, our bed," she nodded, smiling back at him.
He kissed her once more before lifting her from the table and carrying her to the bedroom.
Kara woke up to the sound of birds outside her window. She opened her eyes lazily and smiled when she felt the warmth of Mon-El's body next to her, one of his arms around her as he remained sound asleep. She watched him quietly as flashes of last night played in her mind.
She was feeling so miserable when he knocked on her door last night that he was the last person she wanted to see, but their talk turned out to be everything she didn't know she needed.
She had never experienced so many different feelings in such a short period of time, and the roller-coaster of emotions didn't end until they fell asleep after their lovemaking.
At first she thought she needed time. She had suffered so much that she thought she should take her time to process everything that had happened, everything that might happen in the near future, and also time to know Mon-El again, learn about this new man he had become, learn about everything he had gone through in the past seven years and that helped shape who he was now. But she actually wasn't sure she wanted to wait, especially after seeing him cry his heart out when telling her how she had died in his arms. Mon-El might seem different, but his love for her was undoubtedly the same, as was her love for him. And when she watched him as he went through his old belongings, she could see her Mon-El clearly, and she could tell how much he had missed her.
Her already weak resolve was vanishing by the second, and to see him gushing about the brightness of her eyes in such a sweet and endearing way made her feel weak on her knees, and the need to be with him again overwhelmed her. And if the way he kissed her afterwards and the way he made love to her were any indication, he had been feeling exactly the same way.
When he carried her to the bed, they were both so eager for each other that they were still half-clothed when they made love for the first time that night. As soon as her back hit the mattress, she unbuckled his belt almost in super speed and slid down his pants, along with his boxers, just enough to free his cock, ignoring the fact that he was still wearing his shirt. And Mon-El was just as impatient, just rolling the hem of her sleep shirt up to her waist, sliding his hand under her panties and his fingers into her already unbelievably wet folds, and then simply pulling the fabric aside before entering her, not even caring to take them completely off. (She only got rid of his shirt halfway through their lovemaking, when the need to touch his bare skin while he thrust into her became unbearable, and then he took the opportunity to take her sleep shirt off as well.) He took her breath away with every thrust of his hips, every kiss on her lips and neck, every stroke on her breasts (which later would be taken care of by his starving mouth). She had felt his heart beating wildly against her chest the entire time, and it matched her own heartbeat. They had been so desperate for each other that neither of them lasted long the first time, the orgasm hitting them both like a tidal wave after just a few minutes. But they took their time afterwards, making love slowly, reverently... and properly naked.
Kara suddenly felt Mon-El stir next to her, and she opened her eyes, which she didn't remember closing (she also didn't know how long she had biting her lip...).
"Good morning..."
"More like good afternoon," she grinned.
"Really?"
"U-hum."
"Wow..."
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her lovingly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly.
"I'm feeling amazing," she smiled, bringing a hand to touch his face.
"Yeah?" he breathed, leaning down for a kiss.
"Yeah," she grinned before welcoming his lips.
He broke the kiss after a few seconds.
"Me too," he whispered, smiling at her.
Kara took her time stroking his beard, and he grinned.
"Is it just me or you really love my beard?"
She grinned too.
"I really love it."
"Do you want me to keep it?"
"You know, that's a really tough question, because I absolutely love your beard, but I also love your dimples and I can't really see them right now, so I can't really answer this question..."
Mon-El laughed heartily and then laid on his back, pulling Kara on top of him. As his laughter faded, he brought his hand to the side of her face and caressed her cheek, staring at her with utter adoration.
"I love you," he said, and he was immediately rewarded with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
"I love you too," she replied, he eyes shining with happiness.
Mon-El pulled her into a sweet kiss, which he quickly interrupted when he suddenly remembered about something.
"You know, when I was on cryosleep... I think I dreamed about you."
"You did?" she smiled.
"I think I did."
"And how was it?"
"I think I was on Titan... You know, I visited Titan a few times in the 31st century, and the place was so beautiful, and I used to go walk alone in the fields when I was feeling sad, and I always imagined taking you there someday. The view of Saturn in the sky is stunning, I think you'd love it."
Kara raised an eyebrow. I saw Saturn in the sky in my dream too...
"And were you there in your dream?"
"Yes. I was walking down the fields, like I used to do there, and then you appeared in front of me. But you didn't see me at first, I was behind you. And then I got closer and-"
"And you touched my hand from behind, and I turned around... And we kissed."
Mon-El's eyes widened.
"Did you have the same dream?"
"I did. Many times, actually," she smiled.
"Wow... How was that even possible?"
"Maybe my mother's necklace is more powerful than I thought. I think it connected our dreams together."
"I remember seeing her in my dream."
"Yeah, she was in mine too. I think we were dreaming the same dream."
"Wow, that's really amazing... But you know what? Now we don't need to rely on dreams anymore."
"Nop, we don't," she said, kissing him again. "I know we can't stay here all day," she spoke, her lips leaving his for a moment, "but let's just stay a little while longer..."
"But it's afternoon already..." he objected, although his actions indicated he didn't want to leave the bed anytime soon: he shifted their positions, rolling Kara on her back and positioning himself between her legs.
"I know," she sighed, wrapping her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles at the small of his back. "But we both have super-hearing, also my cell phone is right here", she pointed to her bedside table. "If they need us they'll let us know. Besides..." she brought both hands to cup his face, "I don't wanna think about anything else right now. I don't wanna think about Reign, I don't wanna think about the future. For now I just want it to be you and me," she murmured, her thumb now stroking lightly his lower lip.
"Okay. Just you and me," he smiled, more than happy to grant her wish.
That's it, guys! I wish I had had more time to polish the writing a little bit more though, but I hope y'all enjoyed it anyway! :)
Hopefully tomorrow the show will give us the canon explanations for all this mess. I really hope they don't disappoint us, but I'm optimistic! Karamel needs to get back together ASAP!
Thanks for reading! :D
