Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 7/?

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

Word Count: 2,628

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: Hi everyone,

A long weekend means I have time for an update! Happy Family Day to my fellow Canadians...whose Province has said that's what today is. I think it's also Presidents Day in the USA? Wherever you are today, and whether or not you had the day off, I hope you're having a good day.

At least, I hope you're having a better day than Kara is...

Chapter Seven: Breakfast with the Daxamites

Day Two

Mon-El reached up and tangled his fingers in the long blonde hair in front of him; the golden tresses swaying rhythmically with each thrust of her body on top of him. Her head tilted back with his gentle tug, a giggle escaping her lips as she rolled her lower half against his own. His hands trailed down her naked back and landed on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Kara," he groaned, her name soft, almost pained as it left his lips; his climax so close that he almost couldn't bear it. Her hands were tickling his thighs as she used his body for leverage; her hands pressing against his skin to angle herself.

"Kara," he called out again.

"Yes, baby," she cooed at him, her voice smooth and silky as it hit his ears.

"I'm close," he warned. She reached down, her hands grabbing a hold of his as she pulled them higher, sliding his hands along her body to cup her breasts. Her movements made him sit up, his chest meeting her back as he kneaded her breasts in his hands.

He kissed the back of her shoulder and along her skin toward her neck, his nose buried in her hair.

Suddenly he was startled awake, blonde tresses tickling his nose and he swatted at the locks, trying to get them away from and off of his face. He blinked repeatedly, trying to urge himself back into consciousness, fighting to prevent a sneeze from escaping his assaulted nose. He noted the hard on he'd awoken with, reminding him that all of that was only a dream.

He looked around his room; quiet, the sun already up, shining through the window and lighting the room. He looked at the woman in his bed, her back to him. He furrowed his eyebrows. Kara? He examined the hair in front of him. It wasn't the right blonde; brassy, not golden. He ran a hand along her bare back and she inhaled sharply, his touch startling her awake.

"Mmmm," the woman hummed. "Morning."

He cleared his throat. "Morning," he returned as his eyes landed on Kara's still closed bedroom door. "Uhm…you should probably head home," he told her as he moved to sit up. She blinked a few times, her hand lifting to rub at her eye.

"Oh," she said quietly. "You don't want to-"

He shook his head at her quickly.

"Okay…" She moved to get out of the bed and he swung his legs off of his side of the bed, subtly trying to cover his lower half from her view. He didn't know why; normally he'd be up for a round two (or three), and even though he was ready to go again, something inside of him said that he wanted her to leave.

The girl searched the room for the rest of her clothing. "Do you know where my shoes are?" she called out from across the room.

"Shhh," he shushed her, a finger to his lips. "You'll wake Kara!"

She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Kara?" she asked, quieter this time.

He pointed at the closed door she was standing next to. "My fiancée."

Last night it didn't bother him, but that was probably the drinks' doing. This morning, in the light of day, the word "fiancée" made his ears ring a little and his stomach clench up. He hoped Kara was asleep last night when he'd brought this girl home. She continued to find her things and dress as Mon-El's own eyebrows crinkled.

Wait.

Why the hell did he care if Kara had heard anything? She knew what he'd gone looking for last night. If she'd wanted some of him, he would have been game. He'd thought he'd made that crystal clear to her.

Or maybe she'd found her own someone to spend the night with. In that case, all he had to be concerned with was whether or not she was able to sneak back in without his mother noticing anything. That way at least he wouldn't have to be lectured about the importance of keeping this contract intact this morning over breakfast.

Then he noticed that the girl was leaving his room with a little wave. Hmm, he didn't even think to get her name. Oh well.

He sighed as he turned to lay back on his bed under the covers, groaning at the stiffness between his legs. His eyes darted to the closed door that separated him from Kara. Well, assuming that she was even in there...

One of his hands trailed down and underneath the bedcovers and he grabbed a hold of himself tightly; his fingers wrapping around his shaft and beginning to stroke.

Suddenly, Kara's bedroom door creaked open; slowly, but fast enough that it nearly gave him a heart attack. He flew into a seated position, his hand releasing himself as he ensured to cover up.

"Kara!" he choked out, his voice clearly giving away how startled he was.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to surprise you. I just wanted to make sure that she was gone before I came out."

He nodded, "Oh, that's okay. She uh…" he paused. It already didn't sound all that great in his head. "She knew about you."

"Yeah," she nodded in return as she stepped out of the room. "That's exactly why I wanted to wait for her to leave. What kind of woman lets her fiancé sleep with another woman only a few feet away from her? I'd rather that she didn't know who I was."

He cleared his throat. "You do realize that soon enough everyone will know who you are anyway, right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"I do have a reputation," he laughed.

"Yeah, and I still can't believe that's what I'm marrying." They were both silent for a minute, eyes awkwardly not meeting each other's before Kara continued. "Can you just warn me the next time you bring a girl home? At least then I can find some other room to sleep in or something?"

"Well, that'll probably be tonight, so you might as well start looking now," he shrugged.

She cringed, her nose crinkling up as she connected her eyes with his. "Gross."

"You don't have to sleep with me, but I am a Daxamite. I have to sleep with someone. It's in my nature."

"Every night?"

He nodded back at her.

"You mean to tell me that you can't last one night without having sex with someone?"

"Look at you, Princess. Saying the s-word without hesitation. I'm rubbing off on you already."

She rolled her eyes. "You're ridiculous. You won't die if you abstain for a few nights, at least until I get used to sleeping in this stupid house of yours. It's already weird enough here, now I have to put up with you having all this sex right outside my door."

"You're welcome to join in," he stated, but as soon as the words left his lips, he wished they hadn't; his still hardened cock twitching underneath the sheets over the idea of having her in his bed.

"Yeah, thanks, but no thanks," she crinkled her nose at him.

"Your loss," he shrugged nonchalantly, but a part of him felt that he was really the loser in this scenario.

"Which way is the washroom again?" she asked, changing the subject.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "There's one right there," he nodded at the en suite.

"I'd rather go somewhere more private actually."

"Outside down the hall then, turn left," he instructed. "There's one down that hallway."

She nodded in thanks.

"That door doesn't lock though. So, you can decide how you determine what's private enough," he cracked a smile. "Or go right. You're bound to hit another one sooner or later." She nodded, but didn't make a move to leave. "Something else you needed to say?" he prodded, his hands pressing on the uncomfortable strain remaining between his legs.

"Do you just sleep with anybody you find?" she asked bluntly. "You spent barely two minutes with me last night before you ran off and found the first girl you could and you just took her home?"

"Well, I'm not reckless. I made sure she had the imprint first."

"Imprint? What imprint?" Kara crinkled the bridge of her nose at him again.

He laughed at her question before he realized that she had no idea what he was taking about. "I don't know how they did it on your planet, but Daxamites who are protected from causing pregnancy or becoming pregnant…well, we get injections and a marking appears on our skin. It's a sure way to prove that everyone's protected before they, you know, hook up and such."

"I thought that you didn't have to actually sleep together in order to conceive…"

"You don't have to," he started, "but that doesn't mean that it can't happen. That's how accidents are made." He winked at her before laughing.

"What does the marking look like?" she asked as she stepped closer to him.

"It's just a small diamond shape on the inside of the wrist. It starts to fade when it comes time for your next injection. Once a month is all you need. We're working on perfecting it; making it last longer, but it sure beats the alternatives we've had."

"Alternatives?" she continued further with her questioning.

"You could take oral forms of the injection. A little pill, but it had to be taken daily and we couldn't figure out how to make it work properly for males." He shrugged. "Nobody really uses it anymore. Well, I think the people of Earth still do. Here we've essentially replaced it with the injection format. You know how promiscuous Daxamites are," he said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes aimed in her direction. "It was the smartest way."

"Can I see yours?" she questioned. When he looked at her strangely, "Your imprint?"

There was no way that he would be removing his hands from where they were strategically placed, not that it would matter anyway. "I don't have one," he shrugged at her.

Her eyes widened, "But you just said-"

"She had one. I haven't had any injections in a while. It was just about time for my next one, but from now on, my mother is ensuring that I don't get any more of them. I'm supposed to be getting you pregnant, remember? The contract?"

"Oh."

He watched as she continued to stand there, her face clearly implying that she was thinking over everything he'd just explained.

"I thought you were going to the washroom?" he pushed.

"Oh, right," she nodded. "Towels?"

"Whichever one you go to, they're likely in the cabinet just inside the doorway."

"Thanks," she said quietly before she moved back into her closet-room and picked up her clothes from yesterday in her arms.

She wondered how many more days she'd have to wear the same clothes before someone brought her something else that was wearable on a normal day inside. All of those dresses on the rack were far too fancy, and, as much as she'd like to, she couldn't wear pajamas all day long. Her eyes connected with Mon-El's briefly while she passed him and left the room.

He sighed heavily, his hand gripping his still rock hard cock beneath the sheets. He needed his own shower. A cold one.

Kara made her shower last, knowing that the longer she was in there, the less time she'd have to spend out there with that family. When she was ready for her day, she moved through the hallways of the Palace, giving herself her own tour of the property and trying to remember where all of the important rooms were. She'd wandered around for barely half an hour before one of their servants found her and rushed over.

"Princess Kara, breakfast is ready. You're expected down in the Dining Hall."

Kara's stomach growled before she even realized that she was hungry and she nodded at the man. "Oh…thank you. Uhm, which way is it back to the staircase?" she asked as she blushed lightly. She didn't think she'd ever get used to this house.

"The main staircase is down this hallway," he directed her and she thanked him.

When she made it down to the Dining Hall, everyone was already waiting for her; empty plates sitting in front of Lar Gand, Rhea and Mon-El, all eyes flicking upward to watch her as she entered.

"I didn't know you were waiting for me. I'm sorry," she apologized as she looked around at the chairs at the table. "Where do I sit?" she asked awkwardly.

"Wherever you want, Princess," Mon-El grinned; not pleasantly though; almost in satisfaction at her awkward predicament. She could already tell that daily breakfasts would be fun. She took a seat to Mon-El's right, in front of Rhea and diagonally across from Lar Gand. The table had many chairs but this looked like the seat she was supposed to take.

The food was brought out before Kara had even fully taken her seat and she thanked the servers as they set down her meal in front of her. The two Daxamites across from her eyed her suspiciously for her gratitude toward the hired help, but Mon-El smiled softly at her; his smile almost apologetic as if knowing that she had to accept service from these people when she knew why they were here and thought that they should be returned to their own families.

That boy confused her.

Most of her breakfast was spent in silence; Kara not keeping up with the Daxamites' conversation, and not caring either way.

"Princess Kara?" Lar Gand's voice startled her, and her head snapped up, her eyes meeting his. "Did you hear me?"

She shook her head slightly.

"Your friend Alexandra should be here this afternoon. Your parents advised us via the interplanetary telecommunications device late last night that she should be here around the noon hour."

"Alex," she correctly lightly. "She prefers Alex. Are my parents coming with her, too?" she asked almost hesitantly.

He shook his head. "I don't believe so. They had only mentioned Alexandra."

"Oh," she said sadly, not bothering to correct him over Alex's name again.

"Maybe they're glad to have some space from you for a while. You sure seem to talk about them an awful lot," Mon-El snickered.

Kara glared at him from across the table. "I do not."

"Whatever," he chuckled. "Just relax. They'll probably stop by soon anyway," he added from his seat at the table with a shrug, his eyes on his fork as he moved his food around his plate.

"Yeah," she agreed, "I guess so. I just miss them."

"It's barely even been a day," Rhea scoffed.

"Just because none of us would miss each other doesn't mean she doesn't miss them," Mon-El added nonchalantly and Kara looked back at him. His parents rolled their eyes as if they heard things like this all of the time. Mon-El's eyes flicked up to finally meet Kara's and she couldn't stop the smile of slight gratitude from slipping onto her face.

Maybe he wouldn't be intolerable after all.

But she definitely didn't want to marry the guy!

When they'd finished breakfast, their plates were cleared and everyone dispersed without a single word to each other. She continued to sit in her chair for a moment, confused as to what she was supposed to do with herself now.

Where should she go? Was she even allowed to leave the Palace? She exhaled heavily; a loud sigh as she stood from her chair. Looks like she had time to continue that tour she was interrupted from earlier.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Sending love to all of you!

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