Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 25/?

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

Word Count: 5,452

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!

Sorry it took me over two months to come back! It's just so hard to find time in this pandemic-world to post and I have very little inspiration to write. With the news that Supergirl is coming back with it's final season at the end of the month, I decided to go back and try to re-fall in love with this show again in time to watch the final season live as it airs. All this current rewatching of Season 2 has brought back a lot of memories, good and bad, about my favourite ship and it got me back in the "missing them" mood. That mood often leads to writing, so fingers crossed after I post this chapter I can get some real writing done.

Thanks for sticking with me all this time, and I know I have TONS of fic comments to go back and respond to (I swear I will respond to every single one!), but I'll get to them eventually. I like to read them when I'm feeling mentally drained or just down about things. They really cheer me up, and sometimes they're the boost I need to get writing again.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Keeping Secrets

Day One Hundred and Three

Kara had woken up confused as to where she was at first; her surroundings feeling familiar, yet strange. She sat up and realized that she was in fact in Mon-El's bed instead of her own. She couldn't remember slipping under the covers, but she assumed that Mon-El had put here there (considering she was still fully clothed, minus her shoes). It must have been later in the morning than she usually got up because she felt overly rested, likely having slept too many hours by accident.

She got up and walked toward her bedroom and she saw Mon-El still asleep in her bed, his naked chest peeking out from the covers. Her stomach briefly jumped at the thought of him actually being naked in her bed. She grinned at his cute sleeping face, and she leaned down to run her hand through his hair, even though a naughty part of her wanted to run her hand down toward the blanket to check out the under the sheets situation. His eyes fluttered open at her touch and he tried to focus on her form with the sun streaming onto his face through the window.

She moved to block the sun from the small pane of glass for him. "Good morning," she whispered and he smiled up at her.

"Morning."

"You didn't have to sleep in here you know," she told him as he stretched and moved to sit up, his feet landing flat on the floor. She watched the sheets slide down to his waist…where she saw the waistband of his boxers appear and her stomach fluttered with both relief and disappointment.

"It's okay. You sleep here all the time. You deserved the nicer mattress for at least one night," he grinned with a wink. "Did you sleep okay?" he asked, his voice rough. "You must have been really tired last night. You passed out in the car on the drive back from the hotel."

"I had a busy day," she laughed. "I guess I was all tired out." She sat down next to him on the mattress. "I didn't even wake up to change," she said, referring to the wrinkled dress from last night that she was still wearing.

"I would've…" he trailed off. "Well, I didn't think that was right for me to do."

"I appreciate the consideration," she smiled before she lifted a hand to his face. An eyelash had fluttered down to his cheek after he'd sat up and it had been distracting her. She reached over and swiped at it with her thumb; a gentle caress against his skin that made him shiver. She looked down at her hand and flicked the lash off of herself, but before she could move away, his hand reached up and landed on her cheek. He pulled her face to his; their lips meeting. It took mere seconds for their kiss to heat up.

Kara had one hand on his shoulder, her other hand sliding along his torso; across his abdomen and around his back as he turned toward her. She pulled his body into hers. His skin was still warm from being under the blankets all night, and she could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage through his skin.

His knees were knocking into hers so she started to climb up onto the bed, her feet leaving the floor as she knelt beside him. His hands were sliding along her waist and moving down to slide lower and across her behind, trying to guide her. She easily followed his direction, her body straddling his as she fell into his lap.

Her stomach fluttered when she felt his hardness through his boxers as she settled against him. She immediately pulled away from the kiss, startled at his body's reaction to what they were doing, but he didn't notice. His lips fell to her neck instead as he nipped at her pulse point before soothing the skin with kisses.

His hands were wrapping around her body, sliding along her back, upwards to grip her shoulders. He tugged her backward and toward the floor in front of him to allow space for his body to lean into hers, his lips travelling down her collarbone and along the neckline of her dress as she arched against him.

Just as she was ready to start tugging her arms out of the sleeves of her dress to allow his lips more skin to kiss, a loud knock echoed throughout Mon-El's bedroom.

He abruptly pulled away from her skin and Kara physically shook her head to try to focus back on the reality around them.

"Yes?" Mon-El called out, his voice cracking.

"My Prince?" Mira's voice echoed back, bouncing off the closed door to his room.

Kara quickly moved to get out of his lap and Mon-El stood. She blushed as she watched him groan and grab at his hardness through his boxers as he left the room.

"Mira?" he questioned quietly as he moved to open the door just enough to see her, still largely covering his lower half from her view.

Mira bowed and then averted her eyes from what she could see of his nearly nude form. "My Prince, your parents are wrapping up their meeting with Princess Kara's parents shortly. They've requested that you both attend so that they may fill you in on their discussions while the Kryptonians are still present."

Mon-El checked the time and his eyes widened.

"You and the Princess slept through breakfast. I didn't want to wake you because the King and Queen seemed rushed for the meeting. They had breakfast with the Kryptonians. We will prepare something for you and the Princess for after the meeting."

"We'll be down in a few minutes, Mira, thank you," he nodded before closing the door on her.

He turned around, his back leaning against the door as he closed his eyes and took a calming breath in and out, trying to will his body to settle down. Kara came out of her bedroom and walked closer to him.

"We need to go downstairs," he announced loudly, his eyes still closed. "Our parents want to see us." His eyes fluttered open and he jumped. He didn't expect Kara to be standing that close. She nodded at him and he nodded back. They stared at each other for a moment, the air in the room charged with a passionate energy they were both unfamiliar with. Mon-El lifted himself from his spot leaning against the door and they both proceeded to get ready to face the day and their parents waiting downstairs.

"You missed breakfast," Rhea said as soon as she caught a glimpse of the two of them.

"I was out late," Mon-El shrugged as he sat down at the table. Kara looked over at him wide-eyed as she sat down in her usual chair. She'd just remembered that they were supposed to pretend that last night didn't happen. They hadn't rehearsed a story yet.

"You both were out awfully late," Lar Gand chipped in. "Where were you?"

"The club," Mon-El said nonchalantly as he pulled in his chair. "I dunno where she was," he told them as he nodded in Kara's direction.

"I was having dinner with my parents," Kara furrowed her eyebrows as she looked back at Rhea.

"At least one of you is lying," Rhea said sternly. Mon-El and Kara both looked at each other before they looked at Kara's parents. Zor-El and Alura maintained their composure. They didn't seem bothered by the woman's accusation. Kara could tell from their faces that they hadn't said anything to the Daxamites and that there was no reason Rhea should be suspicious of them.

"The Palace doors only opened once last night," Rhea stated matter-of-factly.

"What?" Mon-El glared at her. "You're monitoring the doors now?" Kara nervously looked over at him.

"We'd gone to our quarters for the night and neither of you were home yet. Of course we were tracking the doors to ensure that you both arrived home safe," she nodded at Alura before looking back at the kids.

"The door only opened once because when I called Rhys to pick me up from the club, Kara was already in the car. Instead of making two trips, he just made one. Can we get on with this…whatever this is, please?" he huffed as he crossed his arms on the table top.

Rhea stared at them, her eyes jumping back and forth between Kara and Mon-El before she seemed satisfied with his answer. "Since you missed the majority of the meeting that the four of us attended, I won't go over our discussion in its entirety, but I'll just advise you both of the highlights."

Rhea went on to explain their ideas for the beginning modifications to the city; the types of Kryptonians that would be moving to their planet first, the school buildings they were going to make a priority. She'd even referenced an architectural plan to them both; Mon-El having to pretend that it wasn't his, and Kara having to pretend that she'd never seen it before.

"You know, we're not ecstatic about these plans. We'd much rather have our area of the city taken care of first," she looked at the Kryptonians, "but I realize that we must compromise in order to achieve the greatness that we all wish for this planet."

"We appreciate you both being so open to our ideas," Zor-El nodded at them. "We know that we must be reciprocal when it comes to the next steps after these."

"In other news," Rhea started again, "we have discussed your potential wedding dresses, Princess. We've narrowed your choices down to four. We will have them manufactured here on Daxam by some of the Kryptonian seamstresses your parents have chosen, and you shall have them to look at in a week's time. Then you will try them on and make your choice."

Kara stared back at Rhea. Choosing her dress already? There was still over two months before the wedding. Sure, the day was quickly approaching, but couldn't she have a little more time?

"Are you listening, Princess?" Rhea huffed.

Kara shook herself out of her thoughts. "I heard you. Wedding dress. Four choices. Pick one," she nodded.

"Good. We want to ensure that this dress is perfect. Your dressing servant will once again take your measurements, since the seamstresses will still not arrive for a couple of days." Kara nodded and watched as Mon-El's parents stood. "I believe that's all for now. You two should go have breakfast since you slept in so late and missed the meal."

"Your Highnesses," Lar Gand nodded at Kara's parents. "We'll leave you to have a moment with Kara. We trust you can find your way back to the front door when you're ready to depart."

"Thank you," Zor-El bowed slightly toward them before watching them leave.

The group of four waited for Lar Gand and Rhea to leave before acknowledging each other.

"I think the meeting went over well," Alura stated to the kids. "They didn't seem happy about them, but they were open to some of your ideas," she informed Mon-El. "I think we can convince them to go along with everything."

"They wouldn't have been open to any of the ideas if they had known that they'd come from me," he insisted. "I'm just glad that we're going to be able to move forward." He held out his hand for Zor-El to shake. "Thank you."

Zor-El took his hand with a smile. "Our pleasure. We'll get this city back to what it used to be," he told him. "Hopefully even better."

Mon-El looked at Alura and she pulled him in for a quick hug. "We have to head back to Krypton and make some arrangements if we're going to start moving over to this planet. We'll be in touch." She released him and moved to hug Kara as Zor-El kissed the crown of his daughter's head.

Kara whispered a goodbye to her parents and she and Mon-El watched them leave the room. They stared at each other for a moment before their staring was interrupted by Maeve who let herself into the room.

"Excuse me your Highnesses? Shall we bring in your breakfast?"

Mon-El looked over at Maeve before glancing around the room. He nodded. "In the regular dining hall, Maeve, please." She bowed and left the room. Mon-El turned to Kara and she was staring at the doorway that Maeve had just used to exit. He reached over and grabbed onto her hand. "Hungry?" he asked her as he laced their fingers together before kissing the back of her hand, and she nodded with a small smile.

"Starving."

Kara had spent the better part of the afternoon being measured from every possible angle by Arden so that they could note her measurements for the Kryptonian seamstresses who were travelling over to the planet to make her wedding dresses.

Dresses. Plural.

What a Royal thing to do. Sew together four dresses for her to merely try on, and then only choose one for her actual wedding. It was a waste of time and resources in her opinion, but it was what Rhea wanted and she wasn't going to get into a fight about it with her. She was really starting to run low on patience in the Rhea department.

She was on her way back to her room, eyes trained on the electronic device in her hands as she crossed over the threshold. She hadn't even noticed Mon-El sitting there, but all of a sudden he was hastily shoving something inside his desk drawer and slamming it shut, his gaze focused on the now empty spot in the middle of the desk in front of him.

She watched him for a moment and he finally looked up at her, an almost embarrassed look on his face that she couldn't make sense of. "You okay?" she asked him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah," he said as he stood up from his chair. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" she laughed. "I didn't mean to startle you or anything. I didn't even know you were here."

"Got all your measurements done?" he asked as an obvious change of topic while he moved over to his clothing racks.

"Every aspect of my anatomy has been measured and re-measured, twice," she confirmed.

"Good stuff," he nodded as he looked to be choosing a new shirt from the rack.

Her eyes scanned the top of his desk that, she now realized, she had never really seen him use. What had he been doing before she'd walked in here? He'd seemed pretty startled. The top of his desk was empty and it gave away no clues as to what he was doing before she'd arrived. She looked over at him and his back was to her, a new shirt in his hand as he pulled it from a hanger.

"What do you keep in here?" she smiled as she reached for the handle of the drawer that she'd seen him slam shut.

She didn't even hear him move, but all of a sudden, he had leapt to where she was standing, his hand grasping onto her tightly as he prevented her from opening the drawer.

"Don't go in there." His voice was stern as his eyes connected with hers. "Please," he stated firmly. "It's private."

Her eyes were wide as she nodded. "Oh, okay. I, uh…I didn't know."

"I know," he nodded back. "That's why I'm telling you now."

She stared back at him, nearly embarrassed at assuming that he wouldn't want to keep some things about himself a secret from her. She wasn't trying to be nosy; his frantic slamming of the drawer had just peaked her curiosity.

He watched her face. She looked to be running through a thousand different thoughts in her head. Maybe he'd been a little too harsh with her just then. He reached up and tucked her hair behind one ear. "I'm meeting Winn for dinner. Wanna come with me?"

She almost cringed as her eyes connected with his.

"No girls or alcohol. Just food, I promise," he grinned at her, easily able to determine why she was so hesitant about her answer.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I guess I'll come along. I mean, I'd rather not have to eat dinner alone with your parents anyway."

He pecked her lips lightly in a kiss. "Good choice. But you might want to change clothes." She looked down at herself. "Where we're going, everyone will know who we are. Though you look great to me," he grinned as he took in her form, "my mother would probably define this look as 'sloppy.' She'd never let you leave the house."

She was definitely dressed down and wearing clothes that were meant to be worn during a night at home on the sofa, which was her original plan. "Yeah," she agreed. "I'll put on something a bit more 'respectable' by your mother's standards. Be right back."

She turned and moved into her room, closing the door behind herself. When she was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at the drawer he'd stopped her from opening. He checked her bedroom door again before pulling open the drawer and looking inside.

His sketches.

That's what he kept in this drawer.

His private drawings that he never showed anyone. Ever.

Well, with the exception of the architectural drawing of the school that he'd given to Kara's parents. But that was important. That was necessary.

He glanced at Kara's bedroom door again before he reached inside and pulled out some from the stack, including the one he'd hastily shoved away before Kara could see it.

He had a lot of drawings. It was a hobby of his that he told nobody anything about. Just drawing anything that came to mind.

Fictional places he'd read about in books. Animals he'd seen on various planets. Building layouts and construction plans for what he wished Daxam would look like.

Kara.

Lots of Kara.

Including the newest one that he moved to quickly bury at the bottom of the pile. Right at the bottom. He'd just finished it before Kara had made her way into the room. He made sure that the drawing at the top of the pile was flipped over so that only the blank backside of the page was visible upon first glance. He covered the stack with a set of coloured pencils and hoped that Kara would stay out of the drawer like he'd told her to. He closed the drawer just in time to see her come back out of her room wearing a modest dress and some flat shoes; comfortable, but classy. And gorgeous. Always gorgeous.

"Better?" she asked and he nodded at her. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt and replaced it with a more formal looking one before holding out his hand for her to take. She reached up and fixed his hair before taking his hand.

"You look beautiful," he grinned and she felt the word hit her deep in the stomach like it did the last time he had said it to her. She returned his compliment with a shy smile.

As they were heading down the stairs, Lar Gand was heading up. Kara quickly shook her hand out of Mon-El's.

"We're going out to dinner," Mon-El stated quickly as they passed each other. "We're meeting Winn."

His father nodded absentmindedly. "That sounds lovely. Enjoy yourselves. I'll let your mother know."

"Great," Mon-El replied before ushering Kara down the stairs before they could be stopped for any reason. Rhys was waiting for them at the front door. He greeted the two of them and Mon-El gave him directions to the chosen restaurant. It was a short ride spent in silence where Mon-El wondered if Kara had forgotten about walking in on him and where Kara wondered how dinner with Winn would go.

"Do you think he likes me?" Kara suddenly asked, breaking the silence in the car.

"Who?" Mon-El asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Winn," she said as she looked over at him. "I know I've only seen him a few times these past few weeks, but he doesn't have anything against me, does he?"

"Nah," Mon-El shook his head. "Besides, he doesn't really know much about you other than the fact that you're a Kryptonian Princess."

He didn't tell her about all the times he'd talked about her to his friend; complaints about her character when she'd first moved in, the ways she annoyed him, and then the things he'd quickly started to like about her. Oh, there was also that secret about her virginity that he wasn't supposed to mention, but did. Oops.

"And he's not mad about that?" she asked, concerned.

"Not at all," he kissed her on the cheek. "He's a good guy. Better than I am. You'll like him and he'll like you. Don't worry about dinner."

Kara let out a breath. "Okay."

For two people who were supposedly best friends, they sure didn't talk very much. They sat next to each other across from Kara. She looked at Mon-El, then at Winn, then back at Mon-El. They both just continued to eat, occasionally mumbling a few words at each other; about their plans for next weekend, about the new guy working at Winn's mother's store, about the new drink Cil invented and was desperately trying to convince club goers was going to be the next big thing. She hadn't had much input in the conversation, other than a few laughs here and there at Mon-El's jokes; they were quiet and subtle, and Winn barely picked up on them, but she sure did. He was cheeky when he wanted to be.

When she was almost finished her meal, the boys having finished a few minutes earlier, Mon-El stood. "I'm going to the washroom. I'll be right back." He looked at Winn. "Don't talk about me while I'm gone."

"Not a word!" Winn grinned and Kara nodded silently. Once he was out of earshot, "So how are things going at the Palace?"

Kara shrugged as she looked at him from across the table. "Fine, I guess. It's still pretty weird. They live a lot differently than we did on my planet; probably having something to do with available resources. His parents are a little…much," she said as she avoided eye contact. "But Mon-El," she shrugged. "He's okay."

"You two look like you're getting along much better than you were when you first got here."

"I guess you could say that we've found some common ground. We may be from different planets, but we're not all that different from each other." She finished the last bite on her plate and slid it away from her.

"That's good," he nodded. "He doesn't appeal to a lot of people, so I'm glad he got through to you," he grinned. Kara thought it might have been an insult, but his voice was soft; almost regretful.

"So, how did you and Mon-El meet?" she asked.

"We've known each other a long time. My grandparents were hired to sew the clothes for the previous Royal Family. Mon-El's mother's parents. When Rhea came into power, and my grandparents passed, she went to my mother and ordered…well, 'forcefully requested' that she continue the work of her parents and keep sewing the clothes for the Royal Family."

He began to play with his drink glass, sliding it between both of his hands.

"My dad left when I was a kid and we didn't have much money, so my mom kind of had to agree for her own reasons. She needed the work. Rhea would drop Mon-El off at my mom's store since we were the same age. We would play together while my mom worked, and then Rhea or her servants would come pick up Mon-El and any of the finished clothing pieces at the end of the day." He looked up at Kara with a lopsided grin. "Free babysitting services, right? Besides, who wouldn't want the honour of taking care of the little Prince? His mother didn't want him in the house; he was an active little boy. He was constantly messing things up, getting into trouble or breaking stuff."

Kara was nodding and watching him, so he decided to continue.

"Like I said, we didn't have much money, and had my mother not learned sewing skills from her parents, Mon-El and I likely never would have even met. We didn't exactly fall in the same circles otherwise. I love electronics and technology and Mon-El has always liked using those things, but even now, he never really tries to figure out how stuff works. He used to bring over the coolest new toys and gadgets that his parents would get him that my mother couldn't afford for me. I'd teach him how to use them and he'd let me play with them. As we got older, more of the clothing manufacturing was taken over by different machines and inventions and stuff, so they don't really use my mom as much, but Mon-El and I were such good friends by that time, so we just kept hanging out."

"That's good," Kara nodded with a smile. "I know Mon-El goes out a lot, but he never really talks about other people. He only ever really mentions you."

"I know you weren't happy about this contract. He wasn't either. I mean, who would be? Being forced onto an entirely new planet. Being forced into marrying someone you've never met, who you've been told all your life to hate? But, he's a good guy. I knew him before Royalty sort of…messed him up." He turned around to check if Mon-El was still out of earshot. "He doesn't like to show other people that good side of him. The side that I know. The side that you clearly are starting to learn about now. He likes to act like this rich, spoiled, frat boy…which he is! I mean, obviously, he is. But that's his parents' doing. You probably know," he leaned in across the table, a hand to the side of his mouth, "they're really not good people." He smirked as he backed away. "He never wanted to be that guy, but his circumstances, his environment, it all turned him into one, and now he thinks he's too far gone to change. But you…you have this effect on him."

"What?" she asked, eyebrows crinkled. "What'd you mean?"

"Since you got here, he's changed. You bring out the good in him. You seem to make him want to be better."

Kara's eyes left Winn's as she looked down at her hands resting on the table.

"Don't tell him I said this," he started as he moved back in close, "but he's relaxed, he's calm, and…happy. You make him happy; happy in a way that I haven't seen anyone else be able to make him…ever." Just as he backed away again to relax in his seat, Mon-El appeared and moved to plop back down in his chair.

"Are we good to go?" he asked as he looked over at Kara.

Kara stood abruptly from her chair, the legs scraping harshly and loud against the floor. "I…uh, I'll be right back," she stated. The boys eyed her strangely. "Washroom," she nodded with an embarrassed smile before moving to leave the table.

Mon-El grabbed his drink glass to down the rest of the liquid inside as he waved at the waiter for the bill. Winn leaned into his friend. "I can see why you're in love with her."

Mon-El nearly choked as he put down his glass. "Excuse me?"

"It's okay. You don't have to say it. I can see it."

"I told you guys not to talk about me while I was gone."

"Oh, I didn't get that from my conversation with Kara. I got that from this entire dinner." Mon-El blinked at him as if he had no idea what his friend was talking about. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we? When you first got here and I was already sitting at this table, you came over, pulled out her chair for her, then tucked it in."

"I'm a gentleman," Mon-El shrugged at him.

"Name one other girl you've literally ever done that for?" Mon-El blinked back at him again. "I'll continue. She laughs at your stupid jokes."

"I'll have you know, I'm hilarious."

"Did you hear me laughing? They were dumb. But she laughed. Every time. When I'm talking and you're clearly not listening to me, you were looking at her. Even if she wasn't looking back. As if you can't keep your eyes off of her. And you do know that when she's not here eating with us, you're talking about her constantly."

"I am not," he protested.

"You really are. And I mean," he held up his hands. "It doesn't bother me. I'm just happy you found someone that you're willing to spend longer than one night with."

"I'm not in love with her."

"Whatever you say, man."

Kara stood inside the ladies' room staring at herself in the mirror. She didn't have to pee. She just needed to get out of there.

Was Mon-El really different? Was she changing him? She made him happy?

She thought back to the first day she'd met him. He was sarcastic, rude, and condescending of her values and habits. He looked at her like she was a test; a challenge that he was forced to take on, but was sure he would win.

He didn't look at her like that anymore.

Now he looked at her with this adoring gaze that made her stomach flip flop inside of her, made her palms sweaty, and her heart race; a look that made her want to reach out and take him into her arms, or to fall into his lap in an embrace.

She didn't like this.

She didn't want this.

She needed to hate him.

It was easier that way. She was set on leaving this "arrangement" as soon as the last day of the contract passed by. Sure, it was all fun and games when they were sitting on the sofa making out, but in reality, the days were going by quickly and there was a real wedding being planned here. She didn't want marriage. She didn't want to spend her life living in that Royal Palace with his parents. She didn't want to produce an heir that his parents would no doubt ruin with their influence; damage the way they did their own poor son.

But then he'd look at her with those eyes, sparkling gray and eager, and she just wanted to bring his face to hers in a kiss that would make that fire inside of her grow.

Attraction.

That's what it was. Sheer attraction. He was good looking, well built, and had a gorgeous smile. She was a young, healthy woman who was interested in that.

There was nothing wrong with attraction. She just had to be careful about it where it could lead.

She shook her head and checked her reflection in the mirror. Okay, she'd been in here long enough. Time to return and pretend that she wasn't having a panic attack on the inside. She ran her hands through her hair before turning to leave and return to the table she'd nearly run from a few moments ago.

Mon-El and Winn stood from their table, and turned around just in time to see Kara returning from the washroom. Mon-El's eyes connected with Kara's and he felt a flutter in his heart. The golden strands framing her face, her iridescent blue eyes, the sway of her hips as she walked back toward them.

Maybe he did love her?

Surely it was too soon for that.

"I'm ready," she announced as she met them halfway.

Mon-El didn't know why, but his hand reached out of its own accord and took a hold of hers. They weren't really telling anybody, or showing any affection in public, but she didn't pull her hand away, so he went with it.

"I just called Rhys. We're gonna drop Winn off at home and then head back. Cool?" he asked her and she nodded.

"Fine with me," she smiled, her left hand holding onto his forearm as her right tightened its hold on his hand. He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

"Oh, Rao," Winn groaned as he sped up to walk ahead of them. "And so the awkward third-wheeling begins."

A/N: Sending out love to everyone today, especially Mika - Happy Birthday!

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