Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 19/?

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

Word Count: 3,934

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, readers!

Honestly, I don't know where this chapter came from. I had no plans for it. I don't know how the idea came out in my head. It wasn't in the original story outline I had when I began writing the fic, but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Nineteen: Practice

Day Seventy-Five

Dinner was over and everyone was retiring to their quarters for the night, including Kara.

At least, that's what she was telling everyone.

She had other plans though.

She'd said she was going to spend some time reading in the downstairs reading room. She asked to not be bothered. She informed everyone that she was reading a really fascinating novel and didn't want to be disturbed so that she could finish the rest of it tonight. Mon-El's parents didn't seem to care and Mon-El seemed bored by the conversation, so they all went about their own business without asking her anything further.

"Really, she had big plans for her night.

Plans to lose her virginity.

At least that's what she kept telling herself in between the sweating, the dizzying nerves, and the minor panic attacks."

She waited until the house quieted down before calling a car. She met Rhys outside the front gate; she knew that the farther away from the front door she had him wait for her, the better. She slid into the backseat with a grin, wearing the sexiest dress she could find on her clothing rack; some spiked heels she knew she'd have trouble walking in any minute now, and anything else fancy she was able to sneak into a bag and hide in the reading room before she'd gone down to the Dining Hall for dinner.

"Miss Kara," Rhys greeted as she slid into the car. "You're quite dressed up. Special plans this evening? Is my Prince on his way?"

"Just me tonight, Rhys," she stated. "To the club!"

"The club, Miss Kara?" He furrowed his eyebrows at her as he looked at her through the rear-view mirror. "Usually it's Prince Mon-El asking me to take him to the club. You, not so much."

"I'm trying something new, Rhys. Please, let's go before someone notices I've left."

"Of course," he nodded as he began to drive.

Kara was doing okay, that was until Rhys pulled up to the club and it was time for her to leave the vehicle.

"Miss Kara?" he questioned. "Are you okay?"

She realized she was just staring out the window of the car at the giant iron door to the club. It was the same club Mon-El had brought her to on her first night on the planet. By the looks of the crowd again tonight, it seemed like it was the most popular one on this side of the city.

"Yes, sorry, I just got lost in thought for a moment," she said. "I have my calling device. I'll send out a message when I'm ready to be picked up. Thanks," she smiled as she unbuckled her belt and opened the door for herself before Rhys could even manage to get out of the car.

She stumbled a little as she got used to walking in her heels again while she moved toward the front door. She struggled to push the heavy iron and her ears were attacked by the pounding loud music blasting throughout the club. She looked around at the people inside.

She was starting to have second thoughts already.

She remembered how they danced in this building; the way the bodies would grind against each other en masse, but it was still a bit of a shock when she saw it in person again.

She needed a drink. That was a good way to get things started; a good way to calm her nerves. Liquid courage. She fought her way through the dancing bodies and over to the bar counter.

"Princess Kara!" the bartender exclaimed as he recognized her and immediately walked over to her.

"Not you, too, Cil!" she responded as she sat down on a stool. "Just Kara, please. I'm tired of everyone calling me Princess."

"Is the Prince here, too?" he looked around the room. "I haven't seen him yet."

"Nope," she shook her head. "Just me tonight. I needed a little break from the Palace. Needed some fresh air; some excitement."

"Ah," he nodded. "I see. Club soda?" he asked and she shook her head immediately.

"Something a little stronger." She thought back to the last time she was here with Mon-El. "What about a Zakarian ale?"

"Coming right up," he said as he turned to retrieve the drink.

Kara looked around the room. She tried to see if she could spot anyone she'd be interested in, but everyone was either already coupled up or all over each other on the dance floor. Maybe she'd wait a while until the crowd shook out a bit; some late night people to come in, some couples to leave. Cil came back with her drink and she decided to get working on that first.

It was still early in the night. Nobody knew where she was. She had plenty of time to work up the courage to find someone she was ready to hook up with.

Soon she'd get the "practice" she needed and her nerves about sex would dissipate in case by some freak accident, she and Mon-El actually slept together. Not that that was going to happen though. Not possible at all.

And in a worst case scenario, she'd get found out, and Mon-El's parents would learn that she'd slept with someone else, and this contract would be over with.

And that's kind of what she'd wanted from the beginning, wasn't it?

She gripped her Zakarian ale tighter. Hopefully some alcohol would help her decide which scenario she was actually hoping for.

The sound of the calling device in his pocket startled Mon-El awake. He shook his head slightly as he looked around, trying to piece together where he was. He'd fallen asleep on a sofa in the entertainment room, the television on, the lights still shining bright around him. He blinked a few times before realizing it was his calling device that woke him up and that it was still ringing. He moved to get it out of his pocket and he answered the call.

"Cil?" he asked when the hologram came into focus.

"My Prince," he nodded.

"Is everything okay?" Mon-El asked as he moved to sit up. It was strange for Cil to be calling him.

"Probably," he cringed slightly. "But…your fiancée, Princess Kara…she's here at the club."

Mon-El's eyebrows furrowed before he checked the time. It was well past midnight. Why was Kara at the club?

"She was drinking a lot," Cil continued. "She was sticking to herself for a while, then she was drinking a little too much. She just finished her third Aldebaran rum and I got concerned. Now she's headed to the dance floor with Jase and Kade and I thought I should give you a call."

Mon-El's eyes widened as he immediately stood from the sofa. "She's there right now?" he asked for confirmation.

"She just left the bar and she's walking to the dance floor with the guys. I'm watching her right now."

"I'm on my way," he stated. "Don't let her out of your sight, Cil."

Mon-El raced to the front gates, having summoned a car to pick him up the second his call with Cil ended. Rhys pulled up and Mon-El was in the car and slamming the door before Rhys could even take his foot off the brake.

"My Prince-"

"The club, Rhys," Mon-El instructed, cutting him off. "The usual one, and fast, please."

The man was startled again at the use of his first name from the Prince, but he quickly pulled out and into the road.

Jase and Kade.

If there were ever two guys you wanted to stay away from your girl, it would be them two. And Kara was drinking? She didn't drink. She never drank. Nothing with dinner, nothing at parties. Now three Aldebaran rums? Why had she had so many drinks? And why was she out at the club drinking alone without even mentioning anything to him? If she wanted to go out for drinks, he would have gone with her.

They'd made it to the club in record time. Even Rhys was surprised at how quickly he'd gotten them there.

"Shall I wait here, my Prince?"

"Yes, Rhys, we'll be out in a few minutes. Kara is in there and I'm taking her home."

"Sir, I apologize," he said suddenly and Mon-El eyed him strangely.

"For?" he asked.

"I drove Princess Kara here a few hours ago. She asked that we hurry before anyone realized she was leaving. I found it strange, but I didn't say anything."

"It's not your fault, Rhys. Kara makes her own decisions. I just hope this one turns out okay." He opened the car door and hopped out. "I'll be back in a sec."

He raced into the club and he could feel the eyes of all of the women in the room land on him as soon as he walked in the door, but he had no interest in them tonight. He was looking for one girl, and one girl only, and he wouldn't leave until he found her.

He saw Cil at the bar waving at him to get his attention. When their eyes connected, Cil pointed across the room and Mon-El's eyes finally landed on Kara. She was in the middle of the dance floor, sandwiched between the two guys. Kade was in front of her, pelvis clearly thrusting into her body, a leg between the two of hers. Jase was pressed to her back, his lips on her skin, the strap of her dress hanging limply off her shoulder and around her bicep.

Mon-El felt a strange rush inside of him; one that told him to get over there fast and get those guys off of his fiancée. It was a feeling that made him almost growl out loud. The desire to punch those guys for having their bodies and lips all over his girl was almost overwhelming.

He walked right up to the three of them and pulled Kade off of Kara. It caused him to curse out loud as he tried to shove back at Mon-El before he realized who had grabbed him.

"My Prince," he said, wide-eyed as he looked at him.

"Get off of her," he told Jase, who easily backed away.

"Mon-El," Kara whined, stamping her heeled foot on the dance floor beneath her. "What're you doing?" she asked, her words slurred as she squinted at him.

"I'm taking you home, Kara."

"We didn't know she was yours, sir," Jase stated, arms held up in his direction. "If we did, we would have never-"

"We were having fun," Kara stated firmly to Mon-El as she reached for Jase again. He backed away from her slightly, only grabbing her arm with one hand to help keep her upright.

Mon-El stepped toward her, taking her elbow and Jase let her go.

"We're stepping away, my Prince," Jade assured him. "We meant no harm. We really didn't know."

She reached for Kade instead, the arm not being held by Mon-El reaching out, her fingertips landing on his chest.

"Unless she wants me instead of you," he grinned at Kara as she tugged her arm away from Mon-El and nearly fell into him instead.

"Kade," Jase spoke, a warning tone to his voice. "It's not worth getting into this over the Prince's girl," he mumbled as he grabbed onto his friend's shoulder.

"Kara," Mon-El's voice was firm and she looked up at him quickly. "Please, come home with me." He held out his hand for her and he watched as her eyes flicked down to it before connecting with his. "Rhys is in the car outside waiting to take us home."

Jase pulled Kade away and all of a sudden they were gone, leaving Mon-El standing in front of Kara, his hand still held out for her.

"Please, Kara. Let me take you home."

She sighed heavily as she reached out to take his hand, her grip soft in his, and he immediately stepped closer to her. He slid the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder, and ran a hand through her hair to straighten it out. He wrapped one arm around her waist and his other moved to lace their fingers together as he began to lead her out of the club. He shot a grateful look at Cil behind the bar before they left.

Rhys was still waiting at the curb and he immediately got out of the car to open the door for the couple. Mon-El held onto Kara's hips as she crawled into the backseat, clearly unaware of how short her dress was. As much as he didn't want to, he averted his eyes from her barely covered behind before following her into the vehicle. He buckled her belt for her, like he knew she would have wanted had she been sober enough to think of it, before he grabbed a hold of her hand again tightly.

He wanted to ask her why she came out here tonight. Why she didn't ask him to come with her. Why she was wearing those shoes and that dress, both of which he knew she was likely uncomfortable in. But instead he sat silently next to her all the way back to the Palace.

They made it inside before anybody noticed they were missing, Rhys having called Mira again to advise that they needed to quietly get back into the Palace. Mon-El made Kara take off her shoes after some rough attempts at getting up to the front door. She was much more stable while being flat footed. He guided her up the stairs and into his bedroom before she finally spoke.

"You didn't have to save me, you know," she said, voice still slurred as she wobbled a bit on her feet.

"I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I was worried about you." He still held one of her hands in his, his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

"I wasn't going to do anything with those guys that I didn't want to do."

"It wasn't you doing anything that I was worrying about. Those guys…they're only interested in one thing…"

"I know," she nodded. "That's what I wanted."

He stopped walking for a moment, standing in the middle of his bedroom, eyebrows furrowing. She stopped next to him. "You wanted to hook up with them?"

"I want to break the contract," she sighed as he turned to face her directly. "I went to the club to find someone to have sex with to break the contract." She paused, her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose crinkled tightly. "Wait. No…" she corrected herself. "No, I wanted to find someone to practice with. That's the one I picked in the end."

He eyed her strangely. Picked? Picked what? "Practice?" he asked confusedly.

"Practice sex. You know, since I'm a virgin? I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I have to learn what I'm doing somehow," she said and her face relaxed, as if her idea made all the sense in the world. "But then I got too nervous to go up to anyone and make the first move, so I had a couple of drinks. And then I had some more drinks. And then I had too many drinks. The blonde one asked me to dance with him and I said sure and then the other one came…then we were dancing and then you got there and told me to go home with you and now here we are."

Mon-El sighed. "Yeah, here we are." He stared at her for a moment. "What's wrong with your face?" he asked suddenly, his nose scrunched up, his eyes squinting at her.

"I don't feel so good," she slurred as her own nose scrunched up.

His eyes suddenly widened and his hands flew upwards, landing on her elbows. "Not here. Please, not here," he begged as he quickly guided her toward the en suite bathroom. They made it just in time before the night's drinks came back up and out. She kneeled at the toilet bowl, hands gripping the edges of the porcelain tightly as she heaved.

"Ugh," he groaned as he moved closer to her.

His hands reached out and pulled some of her long hair toward her back, sliding it away from the mess in front of her. He cringed as she continued to heave in front of him. His fingers wrapped around the straight strands, lifting them off her sweaty neck as he held them in his hands.

"This is disgusting," he stated firmly as he continued to hold her hair back.

"Kill me," she groaned into the toilet bowl.

"Well…that would break the contract…" he stated jokingly and she just let out a loud, pained whine.

He moved closer to her, sitting flat on the tiled floor beneath them, his legs stretching out around her as he sat a few centimetres behind her. One hand continued to hold her hair, the other moved down her back, sliding from side to side in a soothing gesture.

"You're okay," he mumbled softly to her.

She was nearly panting; gasping for air as she tried to calm her stomach.

"You know," he started, "you really shouldn't drink so much if you're not used to it."

"I'm never drinking anything ever again," she moaned as her forehead fell to the edge of the toilet.

"Good," he nodded behind her as he suddenly felt a sharp pang in his stomach. "You probably shouldn't drink so much if you're alone, too. Something could happen to you and nobody would be there to protect you. These aren't Kryptonians, Kara. The morals are few and far between. They're pretty good at convincing people to do things they normally wouldn't do."

"Please, don't lecture me," she whispered.

"Are you done?" he asked and he waited as she was silent.

She finally nodded. "I think so."

He released her hair and stood, grabbing two washcloths from the armoire and running each of them under a stream of cool water from the sink. He returned to her, pulling her head from the seat and closing the lid, his hand pushing down the flush before he sat down behind her again. He wrapped an arm around her waist gently and slid her body toward him, her form sitting snugly between the v of his legs as he tilted her head back against his shoulder. Her eyes were shut tightly, pained creases visible in her forehead. He wiped one of the cloths across her face, swiping at her cheeks and mouth before throwing it in a hamper in the corner of the room. He took the second cloth and draped it across her forehead. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

He kissed her cheek gently. "You okay now?" he asked softly at her ear.

"Bed," she mumbled back at him.

"Okay," he nodded. "Are you dizzy? Can you stand?"

She just hummed back at him. He sighed as he carefully moved to stand and proceeded to reach down and pick her up, cradling her body in his arms as he moved back into his bedroom. He set her down on the edge of his bed.

"You can sleep here tonight. The bed is bigger. I don't want you to go and hurt yourself falling out of bed or something."

He wandered away for a minute before returning with something in his hands. She squinted as she tried to see what he was holding. He dropped the clothing at her side.

"Let me get the zipper," he said as he reached around her to grab a hold of the zipper on her dress. She looked up at him with questioning eyes before he succeeded in pulling the zipper down her back.

"I'm not having sex with you," she informed him at a sharp whisper.

"Kara," he rolled his eyes. "That's not what this is about. I'm getting you into your pajamas." His hand fell from the zipper. "Unless you plan to sleep in this skimpy little thing."

She suspiciously pulled the straps from her shoulders and the top half of the dress fell down to her waist.

"Lift up," he said, but it came out breathy. Her breasts were cupped in a tight push up bra, her curves eye-level. She leaned back onto her elbows, lifting her bottom up so he could slide her dress completely off. He really tried to avoid looking at her body, but her tiny matching pink panties caught his eye and wouldn't let him go. He turned around abruptly. "Please put on those pajamas. Tell me when I can turn around, okay?"

She didn't say anything in response, but he could hear her shuffling about as she dressed herself. It felt like it had been a while, but then her bra hit his foot and the shuffling behind him sounded different, so he took a chance and turned slightly. She was getting herself under the covers of his bed. He turned around completely to help her tuck herself into his usual spot in his bed. He couldn't help but think about how his bed would likely smell like her in the morning. You would think she'd reek of drunk, sick, party girl, but she even made that look work. When she'd settled against the mattress, he knelt down on the floor next to her.

"I'm going to get some of that elixir I gave you before. I know you drank it last time and I know you didn't say anything about it, but I'm sure it helped. You're really going to need it this time…so I want you to drink it before morning, okay?" he asked her and she just blinked up at him. A small smile slipped onto his face. "Okay, Kara?" he asked again, his hand reaching over to brush the blonde locks away from her forehead.

She nodded slightly and whispered a quiet, "Okay."

"I'll leave it right here on the table," he said, pointing at the end table next to her. "And if you need anything, I'm going to sleep in your room tonight, so just call out and I'll come, okay?"

Her eyes slipped shut and she smiled. "Thank you," she whispered quietly and he grinned. He couldn't help but reach out and cup her face in his hand, his thumb sliding across her cheek gently.

"Goodnight, Kara."

"G'nite," she mumbled back sleepily.

He stood up and proceeded to bring the elixir in to her, but by the time he got back from the kitchen downstairs, she was already fast asleep. He quietly placed it on the end table, changed into his own pajama bottoms and hopped into her bed.

He lay in Kara's room, but he couldn't calm his adrenaline down enough to sleep. That was so dangerous what she did tonight. She was naïve when it came to Daxamites. She was too good-hearted; too trusting. She didn't know what some of these people were capable of, especially if she was on her own and completely wasted.

Why did she so suddenly want to break the contract anyway? No. Even more confusingly, what was this nonsense about practice? Why did she think she needed practice? He thought that maybe she was concerned about not being experienced enough after having their discussion about her virginity…but she didn't want to sleep with him anyway, so that didn't even make sense.

Eventually, his mind got tired of trying to think up explanations and he finally succeeded in dozing off.

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