Author: Ashley

Title: Contractually Yours

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 28/?

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

Word Count: 3,316

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 again,

Y'all are so patient! I hadn't actually realized it had been nearly a month since the last chapter. I've been trying to spend more time on writing, especially over the vacation I'm currently on. I honestly just lose track of time, and I definitely spend more time THINKING about posting an update than I actually do posting an update, but nonetheless, here's the next chapter.

A warning for those who need it (though if you're reading my fics, you should know where they end up 99% of the time), from here on out, dare I say it, I THINK probably every chapter somewhat earns an M rating. IT'S ABOUT TIME - I KNOW. Our characters are well on their way to the fun stuff starting with this chapter (actually coming back to edit these chapters is WEIRD because where I'm currently writing, they've come SO FAR), so keep that in mind going forward if that bothers you. Expect adult words, situations, and specific descriptions of sexual situations. If that's your thing, like it is mine, we'll have a great time! If not, this will be your only warning (as I don't have the energy to add warnings to every chapter).

Side note, I, of course, will warn for potential triggers/uncomfortable kinks, but I'm PRETTY SURE this fic doesn't have any.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: One Step Forward

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Eight (Continued)

Mon-El glanced over at Kara on the sofa in the entertainment room. She sat next to him, eyes trained on the screen in front of them which was playing some random movie she'd chosen without his input. She was twirling a blonde strand of hair around her finger.

"So how was your lunch with Alex today?" he asked nonchalantly in attempts to make conversation. She nodded slightly.

"Good. I always enjoy lunch with her," she stated, somewhat absentmindedly.

"Yeah. She sounds like she's cool."

She nodded again, this time with a grin, but her focus remained on the television. "She is. You should come out with us sometime."

His heart made a small jump in his chest. "I just might," he replied with a grin of his own. She wouldn't mind him invading in on her time with Alex? She was definitely warming up to him.

Hair twirling again.

Around and around and around, then springing loose as she let it go, blonde strands uncurling back to their flat iron straightness. Then she'd start up again.

Twirling, twirling, twirling.

He watched as he longed to wrap the strands around his own fingers. Her hair was always so soft, so thick, so smooth. He stretched his arm out along the back of the sofa, his hand resting on the fabric mere centimetres away from her body. He watched her face as she followed the movements on the screen in front of her. Her eyebrows were furrowed in focus, and she didn't even realize that he was still watching her.

His hand reached out, fingers sliding through her hair, gripping the strands and gently tugging. She jumped slightly, his gesture surprising her. Her head turned toward him, her eyes wide as she assumed that he needed to get her attention for something. He smiled and shook his head before nodding back at the screen. She smiled shyly and refocused on the movie in front of them, her body relaxing closer toward him.

She was beautiful.

He thought about that a lot, but he just couldn't help it.

He could watch her all day long. Even if she wasn't doing anything; he just wanted to see her. He watched her jaw tighten and release. He watched her tongue slide out to lick her lips. His hand remained in her hair, scratching against her neck lightly and she shivered, goosebumps rising along her skin, and she swatted his hand away gently.

"That tickles," she said, her voice low as she looked over at him.

He grinned and let his hand drop down to the back of the sofa. "Good movie?" he asked her, and she shrugged.

"It's okay. Why? You don't like it?"

"No," he shook his head with a shrug, "it's fine."

She nodded in response. "You seem distracted."

"I am," he agreed. "You're very distracting."

She turned to him again. "You're the one asking me questions. I'm not even doing anything," she insisted before turning back to the screen.

"I know, and you're still distracting."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help it if you have trouble focusing on the movie."

"Wanna make out?" he asked suddenly.

She quickly turned to him. "What?"

"Wanna make out?" he repeated himself as he stared back at her, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

She watched him for a second; the cheeky grin playing across his lips, the dare in his eyes. She grinned and shrugged. "Sure."

He blinked back at her, not seemingly having heard her response for a minute, or maybe just surprised at her easy answer in his favour. "What?"

"I said sure," she repeated with another shrug.

He chuckled, "Let a girl kiss you a couple of times and now she's all over you."

Her jaw dropped. "You're the one who asked me!"

His hand slid to her face as he cupped her cheek and pulled her toward him. "Shhh," he shushed, and she laughed against his lips when he leaned into her. He moved against her slowly, encouragingly, and she turned fully to face him; up on her knees with her hands on his shoulders. He weaved his hands through her hair, nails scratching at her skin as he massaged her scalp.

Kara felt his hand on her back as he began to lean into her, sliding her backwards to lay down on the sofa. Her head met a pillow, leaning on the arm rest behind her as he moved on top of her. He used one hand to prop himself up, and the other was at her side. His fingers slipped under the edge of her top, flicking against her skin and she giggled, squirming beneath him.

"Staaaahp," she whined and he pulled back. "You know that tickles."

"Of course I do," he agreed, his lips falling to her neck. "I also know that you're ticklish here," he kissed behind her ear, "and here," he kissed along the column of her neck.

She groaned, and her hands landed on his cheeks as she pulled him back to her mouth. "Here," she instructed as she kissed his lips.

"Just here?" he asked with a smirk as his lips met hers again.

"For now," she whispered against him.

His eyes widened as he quickly pulled away to look at her. She laughed at the expression on his face.

"Karaaa," he let out his own groan. "Don't tease me. You make me feel like a teenage boy again. I can't take it," his lips landed on hers, and she giggled against him.

His arms were wrapping underneath her and around her waist, his body pressed so tightly to hers that he wondered if she could breathe properly. He felt her fingertips slipping beneath his t-shirt, and running along his abdomen. His lips left hers, leaving a trail of kisses from the side of her mouth and down her neck to land on the spot at the curve of where her neck met her shoulder.

He felt her fingers dip past the waistband of his pants and his hips thrusted into her instinctively. She gasped at the feel of his hardness against her thigh.

"Sorry," he whispered, as he angled his hips away from hers.

She shook her head against the pillow. "No, it's okay." She stared up at him; his eyes wide in what looked like embarrassment. "Can I touch it?" she asked and he blinked back at her for a few moments.

"Wait. What?" he asked, his brain trying to comprehend the question.

"I've never touched one before," she shrugged beneath him.

His head fell to her shoulder as he took in a jagged breath. "Don't joke with me, Kara."

Her hands moved together in unbuttoning his pants and tugging at the zipper.

"Kara," his voice came out in warning as he raised his head.

She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering softly. "I want to," she said simply.

"Okay, but…" his voice lowered, "be careful."

Her eyes widened worriedly. "Why?"

"Because I can already barely contain myself when your hand is nowhere near my cock…"

Her stomach fluttered at the word and she watched as he licked his lips.

"Besides, we're not exactly being discreet here. The door is wide open and we're in the entertainment room," he reminded her.

"Just for a couple of minutes," she grinned before sliding his pants from his hips. She could see his arms starting to tremble beside her head as he tried to hold himself above her. He watched her hands move to his boxers, fingers teasingly sliding along the waistband. She saw him lick his lips again out of the corner of her eye and she grinned. She liked having so much control over his pleasure; someone who spent more time than anyone else she'd ever known searching out his own pleasure, and here he was, literally shaking in her arms as she teased him.

"Mon-El," she whispered and his head snapped up to face her. She smiled at him as she lifted her head to kiss him. His mouth crashed into hers. Her hands tugged his boxers down smoothly and he groaned against her lips as the air hit his newly revealed skin.

Kara pulled her lips from his and her head moved so that she could look down at him. He watched her face as her eyebrows quickly flicked upward in surprise before she composed herself.

"It's big," she said simply and he almost laughed out loud.

He looked down at himself. "Yeah?" He always thought that he was well endowed, but coming from someone who hadn't been trying to get a hold of him since the second she first saw him, her words felt more truthful.

"I mean," she shrugged. "I've never actually seen one in front of me in person before…but it's bigger than I thought it would be."

He crinkled his eyebrows at her. "Wait, I'm not sure how to take that…"

But instead of explaining, her hand wrapped around his shaft, grip firm, and he'd completely forgotten what she'd said. She began to slide her hand along his length and she watched him bite his lip as he looked down to watch her hand move.

He didn't see her, but she smirked before speeding up her movements. "It's hard, but so soft," she said and his hand squeezed at her waist.

"Kara," he groaned.

"Does it hurt?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows. "I mean, is it uncomfortable?"

He shook his head, "Not if you're doing that," he groaned referring to the continued movements of her hand.

She held him in one of her hands as she smoothed her finger around his head, running the pad of her thumb against his tip. His hips thrust into her and she gasped as he poked at her stomach.

"Sorry," he groaned. "Instinctive."

Her hand that wasn't holding him reached down and he felt her cup his balls in her palm and he nearly lost it.

"Oh, Rao, Kara, please."

"Please what?" she coyly asked. "Is it too much? Should I stop?"

He shook his head quickly. "No, no, please don't," he pleaded with her. "Please don't stop." Her hand began to stroke along his length faster. His face was pressed into the crook of her neck; shallow, sharp breaths hitting her skin.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the hall and Rhea appeared in the doorway with a loud sigh. "The boy doesn't even turn off the television before he leaves the room," she muttered and Mon-El could feel his heart nearly climb out his body through his throat. He finally collapsed on Kara, his arms giving way in surprise while she let out a small oof against his chest.

"Ahhhh, I'm still here, Mother!" he called out awkwardly, his voice strangled as he struggled to pull his boxers and pants back up from his knees. Rhea stopped in her tracks. She tried to see over the back of the sofa, before she turned away, cringed and rolled her eyes.

"For Rao's sake, Mon-El. We've found you a wife. That's what she's for," she sighed loudly. "Keep it in your bedroom, or at the very least, close the door! None of us need to see any of this."

Kara slapped a hand over her mouth as she tried to suppress her laughter and keep hidden from his mother's view. She thought he was alone!

"Sorry, Mother," he muttered in response.

Rhea left the room as quickly as she'd walked in, slamming the door to the entertainment room loudly behind herself.

They silently listened to her footsteps disappear in the distance before Kara let out a loud cackle of laughter. Mon-El sat up with a scowl on his face as he began to try to adjust himself properly back into his clothing.

"This is not funny."

"No, it's definitely funny." She sat up and reached out toward him, her hand pushing his hair off of his forehead before trailing down one of his pink-with-embarrassment cheeks.

"No, it's not." His eyebrows were furrowed, and though he looked embarrassed, he looked angry.

"All the sex you have in this house and you've never been caught by your mother before?"

He didn't answer her. He only stood and adjusted his pants at his hips. Kara crinkled her eyebrows before standing up in front of him.

"Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?" she asked confusedly.

He sighed loudly. "I'm mad. Not at you."

"At her?"

"Of course at her! We were finally…" he paused before sighing loudly again. "Never mind."

She stepped in close to him, her arms winding around his waist as she grinned up at him. "We should probably stop anyway. We don't want you making a mess on our movie sofa," she chuckled with a wink.

"I'm going out."

"What?" she asked, surprised at his abrupt change in mood.

"I'll see you later."

He said it so matter-of-fact before he turned and quickly left the room. She stood there alone, eyes still trained on the doorway he'd just walked out of.

What?

He was twitching. Sitting on a bar stool at the club, drink in hand, twitching.

He should be downing alcohol by the glass, and hanging out on the dance floor, grinding into whoever came along. Instead, he was sitting here twitching with both adrenaline and nerves.

Adrenaline because a mere hour ago, Kara's hand was wrapped around his cock, and honestly, that was all he'd thought about and wanted for so long.

He couldn't even believe that had just happened. Well…almost happened. It could have really happened if his damn mother hadn't had to walk by. He wasn't even embarrassed anymore; just angry. Count on her to ruin a great moment with Kara, after putting in so much effort in order to get her moved into their home.

But then nerves!

Because what did this mean? Why was Kara suddenly moving things forward in a direction that he was previously sure they would never end up in? Is this what she wanted? If it was, that made him nervous! Before she had just been a dream; someone that he wanted to chase after more than anything, but would never really get. He'd never expected for her to actually come around like this.

Now he was sitting in this club and he had no idea what he was going to do next. Was he here looking for someone else? He didn't know; he wasn't sure. Maybe? Not really...

He spun around on his stool to look out at the night's crowd. He recognized a few people; some guys he hung out with every now and then, some girls he knew he'd already been with, Jase and Kade back at it as usual.

That's when he saw her.

Blonde hair in soft curls, short skirt, thin heeled shoes, her back arched as she danced against a guy he'd never spoken to before, but recognized.

Did she come to find him? Was that her?

He stood to get a better look, and his heart sped up in his chest.

At least, it did until it sunk…when the woman turned around and he saw that she was definitely not Kara.

His eyes locked with hers for a moment and the woman stopped dancing. She pushed her dance partner's hands off of her body, and started moving toward him. He didn't want to, but his body moved on instinct; movements routine, usual, predictable. He felt like he was in a trance; his mind telling his body not to act; to go home and apologize to Kara for walking out, yet his hands fell to her waist anyway.

"Clara," she whispered her name at him. He didn't remember asking.

All he could think of was Kara.

He stared into her blue-green eyes as she flipped some of her blonde hair over her shoulder.

This'll do.

Day One Hundred Twenty-Nine

Mon-El awoke to a pounding ache in his head and a nauseous clenching in his stomach. He rolled over in bed, groaning as he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to get back to sleep. Before he got too comfortable, and as soon as his mind thought of it, his eyes popped open to check his surroundings.

No girl.

No Clara.

Just him in his own bed.

He sighed in relief. He was waking up more fully now, and he could recall last night in its entirety. The way he'd stumbled into the foyer with Clara hours after midnight. How he'd directed the events with her into a guest room; the furthest one away from his own room. The furthest one away from Kara.

He was just being courteous, really. He didn't want to inconvenience Kara by making any noise while she was sleeping.

Well, that's what he told himself.

Not that any of that had ever bothered him before.

In reality, he didn't want her to hear or see any of it.

He rolled onto his back. He didn't do anything wrong last night. He didn't invalidate the contract. He didn't even mention it to Kara. Not that she minded of course. Did she? Well, he didn't think she did anymore. She hadn't mentioned him sleeping with other girls. She'd just stopped talking about it altogether entirely; just went along with it as the norm. He'd just kept Clara out of his room to be nice; to be considerate to Kara and her possible feelings about the matter.

As soon as he and Clara were…finished, he'd asked her to leave, took a shower, and returned to his own bed.

He'd just done what he'd been doing for months.

There was nothing wrong with any of it.

So then why did he feel like shit?

He rubbed at his eyes with his palms as he sighed.

Too many thoughts. There was no way he'd get back to sleep now.

Just then, Kara's bedroom door opened and she walked out. She glanced at his bed almost reluctantly, and then her eyes brightened when she saw him actually lying there. She walked over to him.

"Morning," she said softly when she was finally standing next to him. She leaned down to kiss his cheek before sitting down on the edge of his bed. "I didn't think you were here," she said as she picked at her nails. "I mean, I didn't hear you come in last night," she shrugged.

His stomach rolled.

"It was really late," he mumbled as he sat up. She reached up to stroke her fingers through his hair, pushing the ends off of his forehead and straightening out their curls.

She sighed. "I wanted to apologize for last night." He crinkled his eyebrows at her in confusion. "If I did anything wr-"

He pressed his lips to hers to interrupt her. When their lips connected, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins, the pulling in his stomach.

This is what it was supposed to feel like.

Whatever last night was, it didn't feel like this.

That wasn't what he wanted.

This was what he wanted.

He pulled back, pushed her hair behind her ear, pressed his forehead to hers, and smiled. "You didn't do anything wrong, Kara. I just…" he shrugged. "I overreacted? I don't really even know what happened. I just know that I shouldn't have left."

"It's okay," she nodded against him. She knew that whatever it was that they were doing, it was confusing. She shrugged, too, before standing. "Next time we'll just have to make sure that the door is locked."

And then she walked away.

Out of the room, only with a single glance back in his direction, a smirk playing across her lips; small, and barely noticeable, but it was enough to make him regret every second he'd spent at the bar instead of with her since the day they'd met.

A/N: Well, in my defence, I said they were well on their way. I didn't say they would get there.

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