Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 5/?

Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)

Word Count: 2,978

Summary: Long ago, the Daxamites chased the Kryptonians off of their shared world. They were forced to live on a nearby moon. That Kryptonian moon is now running out of resources, while the Daxamites' planet is becoming a wasteland. The Royal Families have decided to come together in a truce to help everyone live better lives; a truce made with a signed contract involving their children; a contract that the children have no say in. Arranged Marriage Karamel AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points of this AU were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Welcome back!

It makes me so happy to see that you guys are enjoying this fic. I write so much that I don't read much karamel fic (where can I find the time!?), but I feel like this trope has been done a few times before already, so I'm glad you guys are interested enough in it to give me a shot at it.

Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Home Sweet Home

Day One (Continued)

Mon-El led Kara to the second floor of the Palace without a word. She trailed behind him as she tried to memorize the way they'd gone. She'd surely get lost in this place easily within five minutes of being left alone. They walked down a long hallway that only led to one room. Well, at least she'd have some privacy away from this family she'd now be stuck living with…for the rest of her life.

Mon-El opened the door to the room and held his hand outward, signalling that she should step inside. She walked through the doorway and looked around the room. It was nice; neat and tidy with a large bed pushed up against the middle of one wall. The room had a little too much red for her tastes; the walls darkened with the colour, the fabrics around the room complementing it well though. Hopefully she'd be able to cover up that colour with something brighter; maybe blue, or a lilac shade. Something more her style. Something softer. That was the least that these people could do; allow her to decorate her own room if they were forcing her to live here and all.

"This will do, I guess," she said to Mon-El as she turned to look at him. His eyes were clearly running up and down her form, examining her appearance. She wasn't sure if he really was suspicious about having her in his home, or if he was checking her out. She wasn't sure which option she preferred less.

"Oh, this isn't your room," he stated as he shook his head. "This is my room."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, "Well, I asked to be taken to my room," she nearly growled.

"Relax, Princess," he laughed.

"Stop with the Princess thing!" she shouted at him.

"I don't think I can," he stated with a shrug as he continued to laugh. "I think I'm going to enjoy pushing your buttons too much, and you're making it a pretty easy thing to do."

"Where's my room?" she asked as she let out a tired sigh. He was driving her nuts and she needed to get away from these people. She needed time alone to breathe before she broke down in front of everyone over this horrid situation. That was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

"Your room is right through that door," he nodded at a doorway in the corner of the room.

Her head turned as her forehead crinkled again. "I assumed that was a closet…"

"It was," he confirmed with a nod as he moved toward it. "It used to be…before I signed that contract that is. Well, I'm pretty sure that when I went down for breakfast and before I'd even put pen to paper, the servants were already cleaning it out and dragging in the mattress for you."

Kara followed him to her "new room" and she peeked inside. A single mattress lay on the floor of the similarly painted room. There was a white vanity with a mirror pushed up against the wall diagonally from where the mattress sat. A clothing rack was standing a few feet away from it with several formal dresses already hanging there. A full-length mirror was attached to the side wall as well, opposite to the mattress. It was such a small room with only the bare necessities in it. This was how she was expected to live for the rest of her life? There wasn't even a window in here!

"Mother said that we'd put some finishing touches on the room. Get the mattress off the floor and try to put a window in that far wall since it's an outer wall of the Palace. I guess because we only had a few hours before you got here, the servants had to run out and get some stuff to put it together fast. You can ask them to decorate it for you if you want."

"I will not be using your slaves, thank you. It's disgusting what you use those young women and men for. Taking them away from their families for your own benefits."

"Hey," he shook his hands in her direction. "They're my parents' idea."

"What do you mean they're their idea? You live here, too."

"The Royal Family has always had servants. I don't approve of it, but you've met my parents. They only ever do what they want. Nobody really cares what I think. Nobody ever asks for my opinions. They'd much rather control my entire life than be open to change."

"So wait," Kara started, the realization suddenly hitting her. "You mean…I have to go through your room in order to get to mine?"

"Unfortunately, yes," he rolled his eyes at her. "For now at least."

"For now? What does that mean?"

"Well, the whole point of marriage is that we'd be sharing a life together, right? That goes along with sharing a bed. This bedroom is only temporary. Just until the wedding. My parents have already planned for that room to be the night nursery once the baby is born."

He saw her body stiffen. Her head was spinning, her stomach rolling. She was gonna puke. Or pass out. Or maybe both.

"I can't believe this is happening. This is a mistake," she turned to look at him directly. "Why did we agree to this? Why did we sign those papers?" Her voice was starting to tremble.

He shook his head. "I'm only agreeing to this so that my parents will leave me alone. They want to control everything in this house; everything on this planet. But look around this city. They suck at it. This little contract of theirs will never work. Our people hate each other. How do they expect to put everyone on the same planet again without any issues? This is going to be a mess."

"That's the part of this arrangement that you're having difficulty with?" Kara asked, exasperatedly.

"Well, I'm against the whole thing, but that's the part that stands out to me."

She rolled her eyes. "Again…that's what you take the most offence at? Not the fact that, not only is this an arranged marriage, but we're being forced…into marrying each other…" she paused for emphasis, "for the rest of our lives." When he didn't say anything further, "I hope you realize that I'm not having sex with you either," she said firmly, her eyes boring into his. "Not under any circumstance."

He grinned. "But it's in the contract." She glared back at him with disgust. "Calm down, Kara," he emphasized her lack of title, as she'd requested. "You don't have to worry. I don't want to touch you anyway."

"Then why do you keep staring at me? Watching me?"

"I can't look at you now?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Not like…like the way that you are," she stumbled around the words. "It's weird. You're making me uncomfortable," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, Kara, I'm your husband-to-be, so you better get used to it. Unfortunately, we're going to have to look at each other every day for the foreseeable future."

Kara rolled her eyes at him again as she kicked off her shoes. "Whatever. Can you leave now, please?" she asked. "I'd rather just be alone right now."

"Come on," he started instead. "I'll show you the rest of the Palace. Well...the important rooms at least."

"Can't we do that later?"

He blinked back at her. "You're assuming that I don't have plans for later this evening…"

She huffed before plopping down on the mattress. "This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday," she muttered quietly as she landed on her behind on the mattress.

"It's your birthday today?" he asked, almost suspiciously and she nodded almost regretfully. "We should celebrate," he proposed.

She looked up at him. "Can you explain to me what it is about this situation that we should be celebrating?"

"You're on Daxam now, Kara. We celebrate everything." They stared at each other for a moment; Kara's eyes squinting in consideration, his eyes brightening over the possibility of a party. She'd never had a celebration for her birthday before. Maybe it wouldn't be a terrible idea? She didn't have to like the guy to celebrate herself alongside him, did she?

Suddenly he reached down and grabbed a hold of her wrists, tugging her upwards and into a standing position. "First, the tour, then paaarttyyy!" he said, his hands pulling her arms, swinging them back and forth as she cracked a small smile. "Onward, Princess," he stated as he pulled her toward the door of her room.

Princess. That's when she reconsidered. She wasn't happy about this situation. She didn't really want a celebration. She didn't want to hang out with a stuck up Daxamite Prince who likely thought that the whole world revolved around him. She wanted to go home. To her real home.

But she let him drag her back out to his room and into the hallway outside anyway, sighing loudly as he described where everything was.

"I don't know if you noticed, but there was an en suite bathroom attached to my…our bedroom?" The information came out on a question, but he kept guiding the tour. "There's another, bigger one here," he pointed to their left in the opposite hallway to that of their bedrooms. "The shower is great; multiple shower heads, various pulse levels on the water stream so every shower feels like a massage, good lighting. But we have to fix the door," he knocked on the wooden door that sat open. "It doesn't lock." He nudged her in front of him to carry on through the home.

They walked throughout the second floor, Kara's socked feet padding softly along the carpet, hands sliding along the decorated walls as she tried to take everything in. This home was huge and there were so many rooms. A library. An office. Another couple of bathrooms (there were more bathrooms than people in this place!). Another office. A room he'd hesitantly described as the future upstairs day nursery.

"That's the hallway to my parents' bedroom. I'd suggest not going in there…ever. The less you have to interact with them, the better. Also, they probably wouldn't appreciate a stranger wandering through there." She turned to look at him. "I know…we're engaged and all, but you're still a Kryptonian. You're about as strange as it gets on this planet." He lifted his hand gesturing back down the extravagant staircase. "On to the final leg of the tour."

He watched as she moved in front of him, beginning to descend the stairs. He had to admit it. She definitely wasn't what he had been expecting. The soft golden hair, curls bouncing as they trailed halfway down her back. Her back that seemed hesitantly straight; a proud posture, but it seemed like a nervous energy emerged each time she remembered being thrown into this situation with him. Her slim waist accentuated the curves of her hips that trailed into well-defined thighs and long legs. She stopped suddenly, and his gaze danced back up her form, just in time to see her head turn to look him in the eye. And don't think he hadn't noticed those bright blue eyes; as sad and upset with him as they were so far since they'd met, they were stunning.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, almost embarrassedly at being caught eyeing her form so boldly. "It's your birthday," he prodded, brushing off the fact that she'd caught him. "You're turning…?"

"Twenty-five," she answered over her shoulder as she continued to move down the last of the stairs. He nodded at her and her gaze shifted forward again.

She was twenty-five. Obviously gorgeous and yet, single? Even if she wasn't…she was single enough that her parents could send her off to be married on another planet with, to be honest, very little argument.

This girl though…she gave him a weird feeling; a strange type of desire he wasn't accustomed to. It was something different than what he'd felt before with women on his planet. It wasn't that carnal hunger, a throbbing want, a nearly forceful urge making him go after what he desired; to entice someone into his bed for a night they would always remember, but he could easily forget; where he could simply get off, no strings attached.

No, this was a dull ache; more of a need. He wanted to reach out and touch her; slide his hand along that waist of hers, down the curves of her ass and take her into his arms. He wanted to grip her likely silky hair in his fingers. He wanted to kiss that little pout off her lips. He wanted to watch her blush with that nervous energy. He wanted to find out if she would be pliant to his touch or feisty and knock him onto his back beneath her.

Normally he wouldn't care. He'd reach out and go after her so that he could figure out how to make that strange needy feeling inside of himself simmer down. But standing near her, he could already tell that wouldn't go over well. He had girls nearly clawing at each other to get to him. But not this girl. She was smart. She was worldly. Mature. His casual confidence would likely turn her off faster than anything else. He would have to work a little harder for this one; contract or not, she obviously wasn't going to just leap into his arms naked.

Suddenly he collided with her, his chest bouncing off of her opened hands as she held her arms out in his direction.

"Are you even listening to me?"

He shook his head as he tried to get his bearings back. "Huh?" he asked and he thought he actually felt himself starting to blush with embarrassment. He was the Prince for gods' sake; he was never embarrassed. And what was he thinking? He wasn't interested in this girl. No matter how hot she was, she was a Kryptonian. Ugh.

"I asked you how many rooms this place had and you didn't say anything. You're not even paying attention…you literally just walked into me."

"Sorry…my mind was somewhere else," he grinned. "Just thinking about where we're going to celebrate your birthday tonight."

"Mon-El," she sighed. Even his name sounded wonderful coming from her lips. "I don't think I feel up for celebrating."

"I'll show you how to get home and you can leave any time you like. No obligations."

She was silent for a moment before, "Okay," she agreed as she turned and continued down a new hallway. She might as well try to find something fun to do while she's stuck here. "So how many rooms?" she asked again.

"Fifty-seven," he grinned. He knew how ridiculous it was.

"Fifty-seven?!" she asked, her eyes wide as she stopped and turned around to face him again. "You're telling me you actually use fifty-seven rooms for a three person family?"

"Fifty-eight," he corrected, holding up a finger at her. "I wasn't counting the closet that's now your bedroom."

"That's insane."

"Well, how many rooms were in the Kryptonian palace?"

"Fifteen," she said modestly.

"Fifteen?" he asked, shocked. "Only fifteen rooms?"

She nodded. "And we don't even really use them all. We live," she paused for a moment before correcting herself. "They live on a small moon over there. Only so much available space…"

"Well, we don't really use them all either. The live-in servants have a number of rooms for themselves. They're down that hallway," he said as he pointed off in the opposite direction. "Down here we have the dreaded conference room, which you're already familiar with, where we sign contracts such as marriage contracts, building contracts, and the like. Then we have the entertainment room, the sitting room, the dining room, the formal dining room for entertaining only, the kitchen for the help, our own private kitchen if you, for whatever strange reason, want to do things yourself, but we rarely use it. Uhm…we have a planting room where the help tends crops, at least what little we're able to keep alive," he laughed. "We're not very good at tending to gardens on this planet. Probably why my parents wanted your peoples' help." He carried on, "We have a smaller reading room down here, oh and the party room for smaller events. The one down the opposite hall is for larger events. We'll probably use that one for your Introduction."

"My Introduction…" She remembered reading of something similar in the contract. "What does that mean exactly?" she asked with a single eyebrow raised high on her forehead.

"Oh, well, the basic part of it is that you spend the day getting all gorgeous and stunning and dressing up, though looking at you now, I don't see how that would take all day," he winked as he grinned at her and she felt a strange jump in her stomach; a nervous flutter that she tried to suppress. "And we show you off to the important people in town. We're probably going to announce the engagement there first. Unless my parents choose to make the announcement from the Palace balcony to a gathering instead."

"So kind of a party then?"

"A boring party, yes. Now…fun partying…I'll show you how we do that here. Run back upstairs and put on one of those dresses hanging on that rack, and I'll take you to the best club on this side of Daxam."

"Club?" She eyed him curiously. "What's a club?" she repeated the foreign word.

"Oh, Kara, Kara, Kara," he clicked his tongue at her as he wrapped an arm around her waist subtly. "I have so much to teach you."

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