"Shit" Mon-El cursed, "She's gone.". Here he is, chained and left by Kara Danvers, who is a great kisser by the way for him.

Mon-El kissed a lot of women before. He had his fair share of Daxamite woman. He encountered the most sexiest and wildest girls before. Being the prince, everyone wanted to be with him because they all wanted the same thing.

Power

They see him as a golden ticket to being part of the Royal Family. That is why many women tried to seduce him or at least court his parents into arranging a marriage. It's true that he liked being the center of attention for these women. He plays with them all night for release. Until the next morning, he ensures that the guards will throw them out of his room. If they see him as a golden ticket to power then he sees them as a mere toy. He plays until he gets bored because he likes the game and enjoys seeing the look on their faces as they finally realizes that it's game over for them.

He wins and they lose.

But this time, it's different. He was pretty sure that Kara was just like any other women he had experienced with. But she's not. He finally realizes that as Kara's lips departed on his, he won.

But deep inside him thinks that somehow he loss at the same time.

Maybe it's because he wanted more. He feels as though he is doused by desire to kiss her even more and engulf himself with irritation because he knows it will take time.

A kiss is not enough.

He wants her now. But he knows he has to wait even more to find the perfect time, once again. It entertains him even more because she doesn't remember. She can't recall what happened after their little dinner in her dream.

Flashback

"You're drunk" he says. After eating a lot of carbonara and drinking a lot of wine, Kara Danvers, the uptight superhero of National City, is finally drunk.

And the fact that he was also drunk a little bit made it even more fun for both of them.

"I can't be drunk" she resists him, "I am a kryptonian, wine does not affect me here on Earth"

"But this is a dream" he retorts, "You can be drunk here like me"

"Whatever" she looks around and finally says, "Let's dance". Maybe the romantic music played by floating violin and the candle light dinner made her think about this.

Mon-El is not a dancer but he was educated by his teachers in Daxam on how to Dance. How could a prince not learn how to sweep a girl on her feet.

He shook his head and says " I'm not a great dancer".

Kara laughed and says, "Yes you are. You know what? I'll make a trade with you. I am going to drink a whole glass of this wine and you will dance with me"

He shrugged, "Nope. Not gonna happen"

She simply looked at her and taunts him, "You scared?"

Mon-El sighed.

"Okay fine"

Kara drunkenly raises her hands as if she already won the bet. As soon as she laughs out of glee, she held her glass filled with wine, she chugged it like fresh water.

Mon-El could help but be impress by this woman. She finished it in 3 seconds and finally says, "Ha! You will dance"

He could not help but feel warm inside his stomach. Maybe it's the wine and not becaause of her? He doesn't know anymore. He no longer gets any thoughts of killing someone out of mere boredom because of her.

"Wow!" He laughed, "that was fast! How do you feel?"

Kara tried to recall her experience being this drunk. "Floaty..."

He raises his palms as if trying to have a high five on her and she does, comfortably.

They laugh even more as she continues saying, "Which is weird since I'm not floating".

They hands clasped as soon as they touch each other. Both experiencing warmth in their insides due to the alcohol and yet warmth surged in their hands, touching each other.

Kara was the first to notice it and she thought that it was nice holding his hand. Meanwhile, Mon-el wanted more.

"A deal is a deal" he says and stood up, followed by the beautiful lady as they head to the center of the room.

It was supposed to be awkward but it felt natural at the same time. He guides her arms to straddle his neck and finally resting his to her hips. Both swaying slowly as the music plays in the background.

Kara felt magic. Everything was magical. This dinner became like a date for them. None was the sociopathic guy inside him only a romantic goofball, handsome as ever.

Meanwhile, Mon-el is trying his best not to ravage her lips already. Instead he focuses his attention to her eyes, shining like blue comets looking at him. He feels this weird sensation inside his body. His heart wants to explode and worms or snakes are as if living inside his stomach.

He... likes her?

Was that the reason?

"What is it?" She shyly asks her, "Something wrong?"

I think I like you...

"You look beautiful", he answers.

She blushed at his answer. Something about his gaze makes her feel something and it tripled when he says that she looked beautiful.

"Thank you" she replies. And out of nowhere, she didn't knew why but her head lays on his strong broad left shoulder. This was a dream, she reminded herself. This is gonna end she says to herself.

Mon-el couldn't help but hug her deeply, both their bodies are now touching and his arms are now hugging her.

"Would it be crazy if I wish that somehow this dream of us would not end?" She whispers.

Mon-El heard her and replies, "Would it be weird if I admit that... I'm starting to like you?"

Kara froze and pushed back a little just to looked at him. She found a sincere face looking at her.

"No" she grins, "I'm very likeable cause I'm Supergirl".

"But right now, you're not Supergirl. You're Kara Zor-el" he reminds her.

She pauses for a second, analyzing what is happening. Does he like her for being... just her? Is Kara Zor-El, the last remaining kryptonian daughter likeable? She was caught in suprise when she felt his warm lips on hers.

She could not believe what is happening. Mon-El of Daxam is kissing her... and she's letting him.

Mon-el could think of a thousand words yet none can provice what he is feeling right now. He wanted more. He wanted to taste her even more. And yet he did the opposite, he stopped kissing her and just looked at her reaction.

She looks shocked and yet He notices the darkness in her eyes, she wants him just as he wants her.

"Why?"

That was the only word she could say after their kiss.

"Well..." he looked at her eyes, "You have this crinkle in your forehead when you think too much.". He pointed at her

She immediately denies his accusation.

"Oh wait" he pauses, "There goes it again.". He could not help but tease her. "It seems that it appears when you think too much AND lie. How fascinating".

She hit him in his chest with her palm. She was suppose to be angry or frustrated with his teasing. Yet she could not help but start to chuckle. He followed and finally, they were laughing while holding each other so close.

It was romantic. Everything was perfect. The way the light from the candles illuminate their faces like in the movies. The romantic music out of nowhere and the fact that they stare at each others eyes.

They were falling.

Hard.

Slowly, their heads were slowly getting closer. Her hands were at his shoulders while his hands were supporting her at her hips. Their lips met with so much passion. She wants him to touch her body. Feel every curve in her body that weirdly aches for him. She needs him as well as he needs her.

And then everything was a blur. That was the last thing Mon-El could remember from the dream because it seems that after the kiss, she woke up.

Mon-El woke up sitting inside the cell at the DEO with a problem inside his pants. It seems that she had this effect on him. He wants more. As demented that he can be somwtimes, how could he want someone so pure?

Maybe the idea of tainting her existance with his crazy world, appeals him? Or was it the idea of someone so perfect and noble new to him which makes her so likeable?

He sighed and looked at the CCTV camera pointed at him, monitoring him. He silently waved his left hand towards the camera and muttered a spell in which will dillusion his 'problem' from the recorded footage.

Meanwhile, during the present time, Kara was inside the bathroom. She was looking at her blushing face and touching her lips. She was just kissed by a murderer. And why is she feeling this strong thumping sensation inside her chest?

He kissed her with passion unlike what she felt with jimmy. Jimmy was sweet and caring when it comes to kissing but Mon-El... He kissed her with hunger and desire. Something that is new to her. Maybe because if she acted it out first, jimmy or any humans she may kiss will result to ripping their lips.

Mon-El's kiss made her feel... desired and beautiful at the same time. Why does she like this feeling?

But this is not important. As of now...

So she mentally pushed all of her thoughts away and just walked back to the outside of his cell with her sister and boss. She looked at the on-going conversation between Zatanna, Mon-El, and a very handsome guy in a black business suit.

"Who is the guy in the black suit?" She asks to her sister.

Her sister just looked at her seriously and answers, '"Lucifer Morningstar"

"The Devil?" She asks Alex, "Are you kidding?". She looks serious as always.

"I wish I was" Alex replies.