Author: Ashley

Title: Red Desires

Rating: M

Part: 2/5

Pairing: Mon-El/Kara Danvers (née Zor-El)

Word Count (Part Two): 1,732

Summary: "His heart was pounding. Harder than he'd ever felt before. Faster than he thought it could. A single text from Kara. 'My apartment. Now. Hurry.' - Kara had accidentally stumbled upon red Kryptonite and Mon-El has no idea. Very minor spoiler for 2x08 and I guess 1x16 as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points here were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading, and a double thank you to those of you who reviewed, too! Things gotta get a little worse before they can get better...


Part Two

Mon-El stood outside Kara's door, flowers in hand. Palms sweaty, nerves shaky.

It had been two days.

Okay, a day and 18 hours. Close enough.

He hadn't spoken to her since that night and now he was really starting to worry. He hadn't received any of those messages on his phone from her, even when he had sent one first. She didn't stop by the DEO at all today or yesterday. Nobody was telling him anything there either; they all just kept ignoring him and running around the DEO offices. He didn't even know if there was a good reason for her to skip out on Supergirl duties or if she was off somewhere helping people in some kind of emergency that he wasn't allowed to know about.

So he went out and he bought some flowers.

He knew girls on this planet liked them as gifts. Kara had a lot of flowers in her apartment. He hoped she'd be okay with him bringing her more.

He raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open before he could. His hand remained hovering in the air next to Kara's face as she stared at him.

"Mon-El," she stated, matter-of-factly.

"Kara," he breathed. He took in her appearance. A tight black dress. Very tight. Skin-tight. Very low cut. Sexy. She looked beautiful. She wasn't wearing her glasses and her hair was half up. Her lips slightly shiny, some sort of gloss spread over them.

It made his stomach do flip-flops inside of him.

"Mon-El, I'm on my way out, as you can probably see."

He stumbled for a second, "Right, sorry. I uh-I just haven't heard from you," he walked towards her and she backed up further into her apartment, letting him inside even though she didn't look like she wanted to. "And I wanted to make sure that you were okay. That we were…okay…"

"Why wouldn't I be okay? Don't I look okay to you?" Her words almost mirrored those of last night and he had a moment where all he could see was her, naked and spread out on the table top in this very kitchen.

"Yeah, well, I guess so. You look gorgeous," he smiled. "You're just…not acting like yourself, Kara. And you didn't come to the DEO today. I thought maybe you were ignoring me after we had…"

"Sex," she stated simply.

"Yeah…sex. But, here you are now. Not throwing me out. You're talking to me, so I assume it's not me you're running from."

"I'm not running from anything, Mon-El," she stated, all of a sudden angry. "I'm tired of being the one everyone runs to."

He looked at her, confused. She spun around to look away from him, her hands in the air.

"Alex runs to me about every little problem between her and Maggie. J'onn runs to me about every alien presence he hears about. Winn and James run to me about Guardian crap. And Eliza runs to me about Jeremiah. And I'm freaking tired of helping all these people in my life with their annoying problems that they bring on to themselves!"

Mon-El didn't know what to say. Not to worry, she had more.

"And you!" She turned around sharply, accusingly pointing a finger at him. He backed away, hands up, one still clutching the flowers he had brought her. "You always come whining to me about all kinds of confusing crap you encounter."

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, Kara. There's just a lot about Earth that I don't really understand yet…I thought," he paused. "I thought that you wanted to help me. I thought you wanted to be my mentor here. T-to teach me things…"

"Well, I don't!" she exclaimed. He could swear he saw a red tinge to her cheeks. Something unlike a blush. Almost veiny against her skin.

"I don't want anything to do with you, Mon-El. You're draining. I spend half of my days teaching you things."

"Kara-"

"If you don't understand Earth, why are you still here? Just leave already! Daxam may be gone, but there's many other planets out there for you to try to understand and I'm sure you can find someone else to mentor you there."

He just stared at her, blinking. What the hell was going on here?

"Gah, what are you staring at? It's about time you learned the truth."

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

"And what the hell are those?" she questioned, gesturing with a nod of her head towards his hands.

"Th-they're flowers?" he asked, instead of telling her.

"Why?" she questioned hotly.

He could feel his lower lip start to tremble as he opened his mouth, holding the flowers tightly to his chest. "For you."

"I didn't ask who they were for, Mon-El," she stated as she snatched them out of his hands. "I asked why you brought them here." She tore one of the petals off of one of the stems.

"I just…after last night, when we were together and I just thought…I mean you have lots of flowers in your apartment," he tried to explain, but she was making him nervous, staring so intently at him, carelessly strangling the flower stems in her hand, "…so I thought you liked them. And I thought that on Earth, men who liked women…gave flowers to them as gifts. Especially when they were together."

"We're not together, Mon-El," she spat.

His eyes widened, "No-I mean. I know that, Kara, I didn't mean to say that we were together or anything." Her eyes were squinting at him. She looked angry. Her eyes were dark. By Rao, he sure missed staring into those baby blue eyes she'd had before all this weirdness started. "I just…I thought I knew…I don't-"

She held up a hand to stop him.

"Let me teach you something, Mon-El. Just another thing about Earth that you don't understand. Just because you have sex with someone, doesn't mean that they're in love with you, okay?"

He nodded, almost frantically.

"It doesn't mean they want flowers from you either." And just like that, she dropped the flowers on the apartment floor.

He felt it in his chest.

He had to admit that it was probably a strange assortment of flowers. The lady at the flower store had looked at him funny when he picked them out and put them together. She said they didn't really match well as a bouquet, whatever that meant. He wasn't sure if Kara would even like them.

But they all meant something about how he felt for Kara. They had a guide at the store to help. He remembered most of their names, too.

A pink camellia that stood for gratitude. A red carnation for admiration. Freesia as a symbol of their friendship. A white zinnia for goodness. And his favourite, the one that reminded him the most of Kara, some Baby's Breath - it stood for pureness of heart.

And the flower lady threw in some other flowers to make it prettier.

But all that…that's what Kara was.

Well, what she used to be, at least. He didn't know what happened to his Kara, but this wasn't her.

This wasn't the Kara he fell in love with.

"I wanted sex. I sent you a text. You came running like the sad, sappy, little puppy dog that you are. It was nothing more than that. It will never be more than that."

He didn't realize that his mouth was hanging open until her hand came up and pushed at his chin to close it.

"Now, why don't you get out of my way and go back to your cell at the DEO where you belong. I was heading out and now I'm late, thanks to you."

If it didn't hurt enough already, she stepped on the pile of flowers that was now on the floor as she walked towards the door, holding it open for him, her arm gesturing for him to go through it.

He gulped and took a deep breath. He definitely didn't understand what was going on here, but he left anyways without taking another glance at Kara.


As soon as he walked back into the DEO, Alex came running at him.

"Mon-El!"

His eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks.

"Please tell me that you've seen Kara?" she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. He didn't understand why suddenly someone wanted him to get in on the problem around here.

He wasn't sure if he should mention that he was just with Kara. It might lead to too many questions. Kara wouldn't like it if he told everyone everything about her business and stuff. She seemed to be mad enough at him already.

"Why?" he questioned instead, a hint of anger tinged his voice, though he tried hard to hide it.

Alex sighed heavily. "She's…sick."

His face fell. "Sick? What'd you mean sick?"

"There's this…okay you know the green rocks…Kryptonite? How they make her sick?"

He nodded, concern etched on his face.

"Well," she continued. "There's also this red version of the same rock." Mon-El's eyebrows furrowed. "It's a long story," she ignored the questions in his eyes, "but the short part of it is when she gets…infected from this red rock, it makes her…it makes her angry and it makes her do dangerous things and say terrible things and I'm really worried about her and I have to find her before she does something she can't take back."

It all hit him at once: her forcefulness when they were together, her anger, her aggressive words and actions…when she took those flowers from him. Her eyes. The red in and around her eyes - he knew that was strange. That had to be it.

"Mon-El?" her question shook him back to attention.

"I, uh…I went to see her at her apartment. I hadn't seen her in a while and I was worried about her and I dropped by-"

"Mon-El!"

"Yes! She was there, at her apartment. But she kicked me out. She said she was going out. She was wearing some little black dress and-"

"Got it! Thanks, Mon-El!" She shouted as she started running in the opposite direction.

"Wait! Alex! I can help look-"

"Mon-El, stay here," she said as she started jogging backwards. "Thank you, you've helped. Just please stay out of the way."


A/N: Thanks for reading! There's definitely not enough (M-rated) KaraMel fic out there. I'd love to add more to the fandom, so if anyone has some prompts or ideas, I'd love to hear 'em!

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