Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 21/?

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

Word Count: 3,231

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 all,

As usual, it's been a while. Thanks for sticking with me!

Chapter Twenty-One: Kiss Me Again

Day Ninety-Nine

Kara was in trouble.

The whole "practicing kissing" thing…yeah, it was fun. Obviously. She learned very quickly that she enjoyed kissing. She definitely enjoyed kissing Mon-El.

But it also definitely didn't feel like they were just practicing anymore.

It had been fourteen days since their first kiss and likely triple the amount of kisses had happened since then. It was as if every time he laid eyes on her, he just had to kiss her.

Not that she was complaining, of course.

She just didn't think that this was a good idea.

She still had to somehow manage to get through another two hundred and sixty-six days in this Palace, and his lips constantly being attached to hers wasn't helping.

She was lying on the sofa in the downstairs entertainment room, eyes aimed at the television screen, watching an awful Daxamite drama, but she wasn't actually able to focus on the show. Her mind kept drifting to Mon-El.

Their first kiss was seriously just for practice.

He was right. She'd never kissed anybody, and then she was supposed to have her first kiss with a man she didn't choose herself in front of hundreds of people, literally on a stage? No, thanks.

Practice was good. But taking a break from each other's lips to get their heads on straight? That was good, too. Too bad they weren't getting any of the latter.

The first time he'd come back to her for more was the next morning.

Day Eighty-Six

"Morning," he grinned at her as she walked out of her room.

"Morning," she returned as she smiled back at him shyly.

"You sleep okay?" he asked and her brain kept repeating the word 'no' over and over again because she'd been up nearly half the night thinking about his lips on hers. It had barely been a few hours and she was dying to do it all over again.

"Uh, yeah," she lied. "Really good."

His smile grew. "Good. I hope, uh…I hope last night was okay. I mean…you and me and uh…"

"Yeah," she nodded. "It was."

"Good," he nodded back at her. "I was hoping…" he paused as he tried to figure out what he was trying to say and she watched a blush start to darken his cheeks. Was he nervous? "I was hoping we could do it again."

"We, uh…we could…"

"Right now?" he asked. She watched him as he started to move toward her.

She was holding her clothes for the day in her arms, not even having gotten dressed yet and looking to take a shower first. She worried about her morning breath. How did her hair look? She hadn't even looked in the mirror before leaving her bedroom. What was she thinking leaving her room and coming out here like this?

"Uh…" she paused as she took a step back. "I don't know," she laughed. "I'm not very…" she started as she looked down at herself. By the time she looked back up at him, he was standing right in front of her.

"You look amazing," he stated as his hand came up to cup her face.

She smiled shyly at him again before giving in, letting him lean into her and press his lips against hers. It lasted barely a second; just a sweet little peck with the slightest of pressure against her before he backed away and went back to getting himself ready for breakfast. She watched as he picked through his clothing racks before she snuck past him and into the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her own reflection.

Good morning kisses.

She could definitely get used to that.

His kisses would be very easy to get used to, but they were still being careful around everyone else. They weren't really kissing in front of the servants. The fewer people who knew, the better. They didn't mention anything about it to his parents. They both knew that they weren't sharing a bed yet. For all they knew, they still weren't even getting along.

Day Eighty-Nine

"Kara, wait!" she heard the harsh whisper behind her and she spun around with wide eyes.

"What?" she asked, concerned.

"Come back over here," he said, waving a hand toward himself as he looked up and down the hallway. She moved closer to him.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked when she was finally standing in front of him.

"Nothing's wrong," he smiled as his hand came up to her cheek, pulling her face toward him in a kiss. She nearly fell into him, his gesture surprising her and she laughed against his lips.

"Whoa," she breathed. "Warn a girl next time," she chuckled as her cheeks darkened in a blush.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I wanted to do it before we went in there," he nodded toward the Dining Hall.

"Are we still not telling your parents?" she whispered the question.

"Good evening you two," Lar Gand greeted, his voice startling them away from each other quickly. He looked up from the device in his hands to nod at them before he walked between them both and toward the Dining Hall, seemingly not noticing how close they were standing to each other.

"Evening," Kara mumbled in response as she took a few more steps away from Mon-El, smiling at him before turning to go in for dinner.

It seemed to remain an unspoken agreement between the two of them to keep things quiet. Kara was fine with keeping it from his parents. She assumed Mon-El was too, since he hadn't said anything about it yet. It was bad enough they were essentially controlling their entire lives already; the less they told them, the better. They didn't need them to know that their plan was sort of working as of yet.

Not that it was actually working, of course.

So what? They were kissing. They were getting married. Then they were breaking it off. The plans remained the same, regardless of how they were spending their time together. His parents were none the wiser, but, as far as she knew, they also had no plans of telling her own parents they were making out behind closed doors. Just because they were kissing…it didn't mean anything was changing. They still didn't want to marry; they didn't want to conceive a child. It was merely just a way to pass the time while in each other's company.

Day Ninety-Four

"Reading all night again I see…" he said as he leaned against the doorframe of the library. She looked up and grinned at him.

"I'm almost finished," she stated proudly.

"The library? Yeah, you are. We're gonna have to order a whole new library's worth of books for you if you're gonna keep living here."

"I meant that I'm almost finished this book. Besides, I haven't read that many," she laughed as he walked toward her, sitting down next to her on the reading sofa. "It's a way for me to pass the time. I have well over two hundred days left here. What else am I gonna do?" He stretched his arm out along the back of the sofa, his fingertips lightly brushing against the back of her shoulder.

"I have some ideas for other ways that we can pass the time…" he smirked before wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She looked over at him. "I'm literally almost finished. As in I have less than ten pages left. So, please don't come here to interrupt me," she warned with crinkled eyebrows.

"I won't bother you. I'll just watch quietly."

"You're gonna watch me read? Why?"

"I came to kiss you goodnight," he said. "But I can wait until you're done."

She could feel the blush starting on her cheeks. "No, now it's weird. Knowing that you're sitting here waiting for that…"

"Well, we could just do it now instead and then I'll leave you alone to finish your book," he said as his hand reached to pull the bookmark out of its haphazardly chosen place in the middle of her book.

She groaned lightly. "Mon-El…what if somebody walks in?"

"We're engaged. We're supposed to be kissing," he told her.

"Valid point," she agreed, "but I thought we were being quiet about it."

He looked around the room before finally succeeding in pulling out her bookmark. "There's nobody else here. It's late. People are asleep," he told her as he slid the bookmark into her current place in the book. "Nobody will know." His finger flipped the book closed.

She stared at the cover of the closed novel as she felt his hand brushing her hair to the back of her shoulder, fingertips skimming the side of her neck and making her shiver.

He watched the goosebumps rising on her skin as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. His hand took the book from her and he placed it on the end table next to the sofa. The same hand then landed on her thigh. She felt herself turning toward him and meeting his lips before she even realized that she'd done it. His hand tightened its grip on her thigh as his other hand threaded through the strands of her hair. Her own hand was pressed to his chest, the other cupping the back of his neck to pull him toward her.

She was opening her mouth to him; trapping his bottom lip between hers and he groaned against her, the vibration of it against her lips making her stomach clench with want. She felt his tongue sliding along the edge of her top lip and she hesitantly moved her tongue out to meet his. His hand slid from her thigh to her waist, wrapping around to her back and bringing her closer to himself in response.

All of a sudden she was in his lap; his tongue in her mouth, his hands running up along the skin of her back.

Then there was a loud noise in the hallway that startled them back to reality, causing Kara to nearly leap off of him and into a standing position by the sofa. She looked to the doorway and a few moments later saw a servant walking by carrying something that looked heavy. He must have dropped it while walking through the hallway.

She looked down at Mon-El still sitting on the sofa. She was panting and her heart was racing. He stood and looked at her, seemingly as out of breath as she was. His eyes connected with hers and she could feel how much he wanted her with the single look; how badly he wanted to pull her back into his lap. But he didn't.

Instead, "Goodnight," he said simply as he walked away.

She could still feel his hands, hot on her waist and back as he held her. His hands were soft; clearly those of a Prince who'd never experienced a single day of hard labour, but he'd cradled her so gently to him with those soft hands. When she was startled out of his lap, he didn't scoff, he didn't complain; he just stood and left.

But she could feel the desire radiating off of him. Another thing that scared her.

How could he be so sure about wanting that with her, and yet still be so interested in sleeping with those other girls?

Day Ninety-Seven

"Where are you off to?" she asked as she saw him in the hallway.

"Coming to find you," he answered simply as they made their way to each other.

"Oh, really?" she smirked. "Whatever for?"

"Wanna come out with me tonight?" he asked as he stopped in front of her.

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

"Karaaa," he whined, a hand landing on her hip as he moved to press her against the wall of the hallway.

She watched his lips pout as he looked at her. "You're going to the club," she stated as a matter of fact. "I don't want to watch you pick up girls all night."

"I won't," he said as he leaned his palm on the wall beside her body.

"Of course you will," she shook her head again. "You always do," she said before pausing. "I'm okay here. Go have fun." She said it, but she didn't mean it.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll see you tonight?"

"Not if you bring her home," she said firmly.

He avoided her eyes, "Goodnight, then?"

She nodded. "Goodnight."

He leaned in, hesitantly at first, but his grip on her waist tightened as his lips met hers; open-mouthed and slow. Her hands fell to his waist, sliding around his middle as she pulled him closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and she welcomed it eagerly, her own moving against his. He smirked against her lips when he heard her moan. He had her pressed against the wall, a leg between both of her own and all she wanted to do was to stay there; his hips pressed against hers, but instead, he started to back off of her.

"You sure?" he asked again as he pulled away.

"Positive," she assured him breathlessly.

He pecked her lips once more before stepping away, leaving her near panting against the hallway wall.

She should really stop thinking about all those kisses; try to get her mind off of him. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body as she stared at the screen again. She wished they could get some of the Kryptonian television stations over here. She missed a lot of her old favourite shows. This terrible Daxamite drama, however, was going to have to do for now.

She hadn't noticed how long she'd been watching the screen, episode after episode flying by, but suddenly, Mon-El appeared behind the sofa, his elbows leaning on the back of the furniture as he looked down at her.

"I can't believe you're actually watching this show," he laughed at her.

"It's so awful, but I just can't stop watching. I've been watching for too long and I'm too invested now. I need to see how it all ends."

"This is a bad channel. They're always showing marathons," he told her.

She turned to look up at him. He grinned before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Can I join you?" he asked against her lips and she nodded with a smile of her own.

When he walked around the sofa to stand in front of her, she started to sit up and he shook his head at her. He pushed aside the blanket she was resting under, and he stealthily climbed over her body to get behind her on the oversized sofa. Her eyes were wide as she slid to the edge to allow him space to move in behind her. He lay down, propping his head up on a couple of decorative sofa pillows behind her so that he could still see the screen. He tugged on the blanket he'd pushed over and he lifted it to cover himself, too. He moved in close, his body spooning hers, his arm sliding around her middle. She relaxed back against his chest and hoped that he couldn't feel her heart racing.

"Okay?" he asked in a whisper at her ear.

She could only silently nod in response and he held her tighter against himself.

He made comments throughout the show; answering her questions about who some of the new characters were and where some of the storylines were going because apparently he'd watched this horrible show often enough to know quite a lot about it. She was laughing in his arms, his hands stroking her sides, his breath tickling her neck. It was nearing midnight when the credits rolled on the last episode of the marathon and she turned to look at him, her chin meeting her shoulder.

"We should go to bed," she whispered to him.

"I'm game," he answered quickly.

"Separately," she clarified with a smile.

He sighed an exaggerated sigh, showing he full well knew what she had meant. "Of course."

She moved to turn onto her back and his left arm ended up wrapped around and under her neck, his right hand lightly sitting on her stomach. They just watched each other for a while, his eyes flicking across her features and she watched him watch her.

"I know I said that we should go to bed…" she started.

"Mhm…"

"But I think I changed my mind. I'd rather stay here like this for a bit longer." Her eyes watched his lips. She watched as his tongue came out to wet them before disappearing. "Kiss me again?" she asked quietly, and he didn't bother to respond with words, his face quickly moving toward her, lips meeting hers.

They started out soft and tender, but quickly became heated; open mouths meeting, noses knocking against each other as their legs tangled together. His hand slid from her stomach around to her hip, fingers sliding down along her thigh searching for the bottom edge of her dress. When he found it, he dragged the end upwards to her thigh. His hand wrapped around her knee as he bent her leg, widening her stance so that he could slip on top of her and rest between her legs.

One of her hands was running through his hair, the other tightly holding his back and pulling him down toward her body. She felt him moving between her legs and she couldn't stop herself from making room for him to lay there. He was wrapping her left leg around his waist and she could feel him thrusting his lower half against her; only the slightest movement of his hips, as if he didn't want to scare her away, but needed the contact.

Suddenly her face was getting hot and she was having trouble catching her breath; panting against his lips as she tried to pull away.

"Mon-El," she breathed against his mouth. She was tapping against his chest with both hands. "I-"

He pulled away, his lips moving to the edge of her mouth, across her cheek and behind her ear.

"I'm stopping," he told her; voice quiet and breathy, but sure. He didn't really sound (or feel) like he wanted to stop, but she felt his hips slowly rising off of her, his elbows propping his body up further away from hers. His lips were still attached to her neck, continuing to press soft kisses to her skin while she tried to catch her breath beneath him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and she felt him shake his head against her.

"Don't be," he told her. "I think we got carried away."

"We did," she whispered back in agreement. "I think we should go to bed now."

She felt him nod against her, but he didn't pull away.

"Mon-El," she tried. "I need-"

"Yeah, right, sorry." He kissed her softly on the lips. "Goodnight, Kara."

She smiled up at him. "Goodnight."

He backed away, up onto his knees and she sat up, hands rushing to fix her hair that was surely a tangled mess. He laughed as his two hands landed on her head, fingers combing through the strands to settle them back down. She smiled shyly at him in thanks before she stood and went back to her room.

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