Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 9/?

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

Word Count: 3,384

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: Oops.

I didn't mean to abandon you guys.

I know I said I'd probably post once a week, but I've been so busy at work, and with things around the house, and then all of a sudden multiple weeks went by and then when I was trying to post a chapter, my computer kept crashing. Fun times. So, I think I'm on track again. Hopefully I can keep sticking to the posting once a week thing. And hopefully I fixed my computer (but who knows because the BSOD likes to continue to surprise me every so often).

But anyway, I know you guys prefer new chapters instead of excuses, so on to the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter Nine: Truth and Thunderstorms

Day Two (Continued)

Mon-El's parents let Kara skip lunch to spend more time with Alex before she had to go back to Krypton. She hadn't even crossed through the transmatter portal before Kara had started crying. She'd promised to see her again soon, this time coming back with her parents for the announcement to the people of Daxam about the upcoming nuptials.

Soon after, she was whisked away by Mon-El for a quick trip to the nearby mall where he shoved her through the stores, clearly trying to get her to hurry up and get what she needed so that they could leave. He'd barely said more than a few words, and other than paying for the items each time, he didn't interact with anyone other than her; as if he didn't want to potentially be seen with a Kryptonian in public by anyone he knew. He seemed nervous; stumbling over his words, fidgeting, guiding her along quickly through the doors and hallways until they made it back to the car that was waiting for them.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked after they'd settled into the backseat of the car.

"What?"

"You couldn't seem to get me in and out of that place fast enough. You're all fidgety and jumpy. Are you really that embarrassed to be seen with me in public?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He sighed loudly. "I'd just rather not have to drag you around behind me all day."

"I didn't ask you to take me here. I didn't even want to go shopping." She crossed her arms in front of herself. "I didn't make you drag me anywhere."

"No, you didn't, but because everything you own has that self-righteous glyph of yours all over it, my parents said that you needed to get some other clothes in order to keep living here."

"Another thing I didn't ask for…" she mumbled.

Rhys returned to the car after having put all their shopping bags into the trunk. He slammed his door shut and proceeded to pull out of the lot and drive back toward the Palace.

"Well, I'm sorry that you're worried about being seen with a Kryptonian in public, but that's apparently the way it's going to be from now on," she rolled her eyes before turning toward the window on her side.

Truth be told, this had nothing to do with having to take time out of his day to take her shopping. In reality, he didn't like the way that the other Daxamite males were looking at her; ogling her at every step she took. Yes, he didn't want people to know that she was Kryptonian, but that was for her own good. Their planets hadn't been made aware of the contract yet; they believed they were still figuratively at war with each other. He didn't want to be seen with a Kryptonian. The Prince of Daxam and a Kryptonian Princess out shopping together? Ridiculous!

But what he wouldn't say out loud was that he didn't like the way that all this felt.

Those Daxamites, they couldn't tell that she was Kryptonian. That wasn't their issue at all. They were interested in her body; that gorgeous body of hers that she seemed so oblivious about. She just eyed everyone, smiling with that thousand watt smile of hers as she carried on throughout the place.

It was driving him nuts.

She was supposed to be his now. He didn't want her getting the attention of every other Daxamite that walked by her. She was supposed to worship him.

They were silent for a long while before he finally couldn't keep it inside anymore.

"You didn't notice the way those Daxamites were looking at you?" he blurted out.

"You think they knew?" she asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows confusedly. Was she actually doing it on purpose? "Knew what?" he questioned back.

"That I'm Kryptonian."

He rolled his eyes. "That wasn't what they were seeing, Kara. Your body. The way you were flaunting your looks for them."

"Excuse me?" she asked surprised. "I wasn't flaunting anything. I was just walking."

"And staring at everybody. Smiling. Trying to entice them-"

"I was not staring at people. I was making eye contact with them. Respectfully greeting them when we passed each other."

"Well, we don't do that here," he shook his head. "Guys thought that you were interested in them. Probably the women, too."

"And what's so wrong with that?" she asked with a shrug. So what if people found her attractive? She shouldn't be nice or courteous to them?

"You know my mother would freak out on you for trying to break the contract. You shouldn't do that so publicly. If you want to find someone to sleep with, you need to be more subtle about it all until you figure out what the steps to getting out of this contract and back to your planet safely are."

"I wasn't trying to sleep with anybody, Mon-El. I was literally just walking through the mall."

"Whatever," he shook his head before turning to look out the window. "I don't care anyway. I was just letting you know to be careful or else you're going to be facing my mother's wrath."

Besides all of that, it was too difficult to have her following him around making accidentally cute comments all afternoon, staring at him with those soft blue eyes, trying on clothes and asking for his opinion, watching her hips sway in front of him as she moved.

No.

He didn't need any of that.

He continued to stare out the window on his side of the car. Where was this even coming from? Usually none of this would be affecting him at all. He'd just sleep with who he wanted and move along. But something about her, in barely a couple of days, had drawn his attention in a way that no other woman had before.

Maybe because she wasn't just any other woman. She was a Kryptonian. Somewhat forbidden in terms of what he'd been accustomed to; of what he'd been taught to desire his whole life.

That had to be it. There was nothing special about this girl. He was just…confused with this situation; his feelings and his beliefs tangling with the physical desire he felt for her body.

He turned slightly to look back at her. She was staring out her own window, a slight scowl on her face, likely just from having to be in his presence on the drive back. He sighed heavily before turning to look back out his window, realizing that it was going to be a long (and silent) ride home.

The family dinner that night was as silent as the car ride back from the mall had been. Forks and knives clanging against dishes, quiet chewing of food and sipping of drinks, but nothing more than a mumble between family members of "pass this", "move that", or "hand me those".

Was this how every night's dinner was going to be? For the rest of her life?

"I'll be back later," Mon-El announced to the table; the first full sentence spoken all evening. He didn't say where he was going or what he would be doing, but everyone was able to deduce that anyway. Kara herself could figure it out, even after only knowing him for a couple of days.

But nobody said anything about it.

His mother didn't oppose. His father didn't jump in. So, she didn't say a word. She just went along with it and made a mental note with herself to find a guest room to sleep in tonight.

"May I be excused?" she asked once he had left, both his parents remaining at their place at the table.

"Certainly, Princess," Lar Gand nodded at her and she suppressed her cringe as she stood. Maybe one day they'd start addressing her as Kara.

But she wasn't going to hold on to hope.

Mon-El pushed the bathroom door open quietly, a toothy grin appearing on his face as he watched her silhouette move behind the frosted glass panes of the shower. He stepped toward her, removing his boxers as he moved, dropping them to the floor before reaching for the glass door. He stepped into the shower behind her, sliding the pane closed after himself, the steam trapped inside immediately clinging to his body. He reached for her; his arms sliding around her waist as he leaned into her form, his chest pressed to her back, his lips to her neck.

"Were you waiting up for me, Kara?" he whispered against her skin.

"Always," she whispered back before giggling lightly. "You know I can't sleep when you're not next to me."

He kissed the back of her shoulder gently. "I'm here now," he mumbled as his hand slid along her stomach, slowly moving lower and lower until his fingers were brushing through damp curls.

"But I don't want to sleep anymore," she assured him, shaking her head back and forth.

"You don't?" he questioned teasingly.

"Mm mmn," she mumbled as she shook her head again.

"That's okay," he responded. "Neither do I." His fingers slid further, finding her heat and stroking her softly.

"Mmmm," she hummed at him and his leg slid between hers as she leaned into him, his thigh resting between the two of hers as his thumb flicked at her clit.

There was a loud bang in the distance and both their heads turned toward the bathroom door.

"What was that?" she questioned quietly before the sound echoed again.

Mon-El's eyes popped open as the loud noise startled him out of his fantasy. He blinked a few times as he tried to orient himself in the darkness. He was in bed. Alone. Not that he should expect Kara to be next to him or anything.

But he heard water running? His head whipped toward the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought for a brief second that his fantasy could potentially become reality.

The room was dark. Couldn't be the shower.

He rubbed at his eyes before his foggy mind was able to put two and two together. That's when he realized it was raining outside. The banging noise was thunder outside his window.

He sighed as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He already had a headache after only being conscious for mere seconds. He had to start going easier on the drinking. His eyes darted to Kara's bedroom. Her door was closed. It had been closed since he'd stumbled in, limbs tangled with his girl of the evening who had since gone home, not having stayed long after the conclusion of their "escapade."

His head fell back to the pillow as his hand rubbed at the creases in his forehead. The thunder boomed outside again, lightning briefly flashing across the window and casting an eerie glow inside his bedroom. He was never going to get back to sleep with all this noise. He sat up before spinning in his bed, legs sliding off the edge, his feet hitting the floor. Maybe a glass of water would help his headache. He wobbled on his feet for a second before moving through the darkness and out into the hall, intent on heading to the kitchen.

Kara stood in the kitchen; the one that Mon-El told her they never used, her lower back pressed against the counter near the sink as she leaned in silence.

Okay, not silence.

There was a storm raging outside. Thunder and rain, the odd flicker of lightning.

In fear of having to listen to Mon-El and his chosen girl of the night have sex all evening right outside her door, she'd been pleasantly sound asleep in a guest bedroom down the hall before she'd been startled awake by the thunderous, booming storm outside.

Kara hated storms.

A lot.

In all honesty, something about them terrified her. A force of nature so impulsive, destructive and possibly deadly. How could you find anything to love about a storm?

Even worse, storms sounded different here. Louder almost; as if the thunder, lightning and rain had to cover more ground on this larger planet so it had to try harder at being louder; at being bolder.

She'd hated storms since she was a little girl. Their loudness, unpredictable winds, and dark gloomy clouds had always filled her with worry. Usually she was at home, under her own comfortable roof with her family where she knew she was protected; where she knew she was safe.

She felt anything but safe here.

She couldn't sleep; the consistent clapping of thunder had startled her awake a couple of times already, so she had just given up on sleeping altogether.

She crept through her bedroom, through the hallways, hoping that Mon-El's parents weren't awoken by the same storm because she definitely didn't want to have to discuss how she'd searched out another bedroom tonight just to stay away from their son.

And now here she stood, in the darkness in an otherwise silent kitchen in the middle of this massive Palace, clutching a glass of water so tightly with each bolt of lightning and boom of thunder that she was afraid it would shatter in her hand.

She missed her home.

She missed her family.

This planet…this wasn't home. And these people…these Daxamites, they were definitely not her family. No matter how much they pushed it on her with this contract, they were never going to be her family.

But then again, her real family sold her out. Drew up a contract, signed it and sent her away. So really, what was family anymore?

She sighed heavily as she took another sip of water from the glass. That was about all she could have. The help had gone to bed for the night and she didn't know where anything else was in this damn place. Not that she would bother them anyway. It was the middle of the night. It was bad enough they were forced to work for this family all day; she wouldn't wake them to help her now.

She finished the last of the liquid in her glass and she stared at the empty sink. Did she just leave it in there? Was she supposed to wash it and put it back in the cupboard? Maybe she should…just to save the servants the trouble tomorrow. While she was busy debating with herself, she heard shuffling feet in the distance; slow, but steadily heading her way. Her eyes were wide when she looked up at the shirtless form crossing over the threshold.

"Mon-El?" she asked in a harsh whisper. He jumped, clearly startled by her presence in the kitchen. This place was massive. What were the odds that they'd both end up in the same room at the same time in the middle of the night?

"Kara?" he mumbled sleepily. "I thought you were sleeping."

She shook her head. "The storm is too loud. I couldn't sleep."

"How did you get here before me?" he looked at her confusedly. "Your bedroom door was still closed when I got up…"

She shook her head. "I wasn't in there. I wanted to avoid listening to the moans and the creaking springs of your mattress all night so I slept in another room."

He nodded slightly as he moved toward the same cupboard she had been in a few moments ago, his hand reaching to pull a glass down from the shelf before he moved to the sink to fill it. "I see," he stated.

"Why are you here?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed at him.

"I live here."

She rolled her eyes. "I mean why are you in this kitchen? You said you guys never use this kitchen."

"I said we rarely use this kitchen because the help cooks for us. I didn't say I never use it. Besides, I just wanted water. I'm not going to go and wake people up to get them to go into the other kitchen to have them pour me a glass of water." He took a couple of big gulps from the glass he had filled, emptying it completely before refilling it. Kara stared at him incredulously.

"Do you guys actually wake them up in the middle of the night to get you things?"

"Well, I don't. But I could if I wanted to. My parents do."

"That's disgusting," she shook her head before a loud clap of thunder rang out through the room and she jumped. One hand was clinging to the countertop behind her, knuckles likely white from the death grip she had on the piece of furniture, and the now empty glass almost flew out of her other hand.

"You clearly don't like storms," Mon-El stated the obvious.

"No, I don't."

"You know, I used to hate storms."

Her eyes rose and connected with his. "You did?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah," he nodded before taking another sip. "They can get pretty bad here sometimes, but you just get used to it I guess."

"What made you get used to it? I mean…I'm going to have to learn to cope with them if I'm gonna be stuck here forever."

"Well, you just gotta suck it up," he shrugged.

She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Suck it up?" she repeated.

He nodded before standing next to her, his own back leaning against the same countertop. "That's what I did, at least." She continued to stare at him. "When you're four years old and your mother tells you to 'suck it up' and stop crying because 'men don't cry over storms', eventually you learn to get over it. At least so she stops yelling at you about being a baby," he shrugged again.

Kara's eyes widened briefly. "Your mother said that kind of stuff to you?"

He eyed her. "You're surprised she would?"

She paused for a minute as she considered it, picturing his mother in her mind. "Well, no, not really. Just…she's your mom. She should comfort you when you're scared, not scold you."

"Well, if you haven't noticed by now, I don't exactly have the picture perfect mother."

"I have noticed," she nodded in agreement.

He was silent for a while before he asked quietly, "What did your mother do?"

"Hmm?"

"What did your mother do?" he repeated the question, a little louder this time. "When you were scared of a storm…to…comfort you." His voice sounded confused, as if parental comfort was a completely foreign concept to him.

"Oh, well she used to try to take my mind off of it. We'd watch movies or play games. When I was young, I used to just crawl into my parents' bed and stay with them through the night if I was scared."

Mon-El nodded, almost sadly, as if reflecting on his own childhood and how vastly different things seemed in Kara's universe.

"Well," he said suddenly before downing the rest of the water in his glass. "I better head back."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Better sneak back in bed next to your sleeping beauty of the night before she wakes up and realizes that you're gone."

"Oh, she left a while ago," he shrugged. "I'd just like to get back to sleep now. My head is pounding. There's only so many hours left in the night and if I'm going to beat this hangover that's surely on its way, I better get back to sleep," he stated before placing his glass in the sink before moving to grab another bottle of something off a nearby shelf. "But, if you're scared tonight," he started, his gray eyes connecting with hers, "feel free to crawl into my bed," he suggested, ending it with a wink.

She rolled her eyes at him, a quiet "ew" passing her lips as he laughed and left the room. When he was gone, she turned to the sink and eyed his glass before placing her own next to his.

She sighed before turning to head back to the guest room she'd previously chosen. She should at least try to get back to sleep. She had no hangover to avoid, but surely it would be easier to deal with this family after a full eight hours of sleep.

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