Author: Ashley
Title: Losing Your Inhibitions
Rating: M - Mature
Part: 3/16
Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)
Word Count (Chapter): 2,368
Summary: "She turned to leave when he grabbed her arm, a little forceful as he tugged her back to him. 'Spar with me.' 'Now, why would I do that? I wouldn't want to bother you.' 'Spar with me and if you win, we go to lunch.' 'And if you win?' she returned. He stepped in close to her, nearly nose to nose as he nodded in reference to the wall behind her." - Mon-El comes across an object that effects him in the same way that Red Kryptonite effects Kara. What kind of trouble can he get himself (and Kara) into?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.
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Chapter Three: "What's gotten into you?"
Saturday
Kara's eyes fluttered open. The sun shining was on her face and she squinted for a moment. The sun was awfully bright; they must have slept in late. She moved to reach behind her for Mon-El, but the bed was empty. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked off into the rest of the apartment for his whereabouts.
She heard some noise in the kitchen, but she couldn't really see anything, so she got out of bed, slid on her fluffy slippers and walked out to meet him for breakfast. She popped around the corner, coming face to face with his hunched over form at the kitchen table where last night's festivities had taken place.
"Morning," she whispered at his ear, pecking his cheek lightly. He grunted in response, nodding his head only slightly. She reached onto his plate for his last piece of bacon, but he slapped her hand away.
"Get your own," he finally spoke as he shoved said bacon into his mouth. She giggled at him before turning to the stove.
The empty stove.
"You didn't make enough for me?" she asked confusedly.
"You can cook," he shrugged.
"Well…yeah, but not well," she smiled. "Why didn't you wake me?" she asked, looking to the clock on the wall ticking past 10:30am.
"I don't care how long you sleep," he shrugged again, his focus going back to a game she'd noticed he was playing on his phone.
She shrugged, "I'll just grab something on the way to check in at the DEO." She wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressed against his back as she watched his thumbs move across the phone screen. She kissed his neck. He didn't respond, his eyes just focused on the gadget in his hand.
"You know, I didn't get you that thing so you could play games on it and ignore me," she breathed against his neck with a smile.
"Sorry," he said, flicking off the game on the phone and turning around in his chair, pulling her between his legs and close to himself. "Sex?"
Her hands landed on his chest as she furrowed her eyebrows at him and shook her head. "No…I just-I thought we could have a little morning conversation or something. Never mind. Just go back to your phone, I'm gonna get ready to go." She pushed at his chest and moved to get out of his hold on her, but he tugged her back toward him.
"You don't have to go just yet," he smirked as his hands locked around her waist.
She grinned. "I'm not having sex on this table again, Mon-El."
"Bummer," he frowned. "The shower then?"
"What's gotten into you?" she giggled. "No sex. We have to go to work."
"Ugh," he groaned as he released her. "Whatever."
"She ran her hand across his cheek about to apologize for turning him down and his eyes flicked up to hers. They sparkled back at her, and for a moment she thought she saw a flash of red move around his irises." She furrowed her eyebrows at him as their eyes met, her gaze focused on him as she waited for it to happen again.
"Well, go. Hurry up. You slept so damn late. J'onn said come in later, but that doesn't mean he won't be pissy about it by the time we get there and you still need breakfast."
She leaned away from him. "Okay, okay. Relax." Her thumb stroked across his cheek again before dropping entirely from his face. "Gimme two seconds." She moved in to kiss him; her lips prodding and his barely responding. She broke away, her eyebrows crinkling again. "Geez, fine, I get it. I'll hurry."
He sighed loudly, his palm slapping against her ass before she moved out of his hold, sped into the bedroom and into her suit. He stood up as he waited for her.
"Plate in the sink, please," she reminded him as she appeared next to him.
He sighed out loud as he did as she asked, the plate clattering against the metal of the sink.
"Uhm, without trying to break it next time. I'd appreciate it," she turned to the window before jumping out and taking flight.
She missed the way he rolled his eyes at her retreating form.
It was a day like any other; random crimes taking place in the city: attempted burglary, minor alien attacks, a cat that got stuck in a tree. Very basic crimes that she could handle with her eyes closed and one hand behind her back.
So basic and easy to handle that J'onn said that Mon-El could either stick around or take off. They wouldn't be needing his assistance much, if at all, this morning. He didn't have a shift at the bar so he decided to sit around and wait for Kara, but he was being more of a nuisance than actually providing the agents with any assistance.
"Mon-El, seriously! I'm going to have to send you home…" Alex threatened as she spun around and glared at him.
"Geeeez," he groaned as he rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with you people today? You're all so crabby and complainy."
"That's not even a word," she said before turning her back to him, her eyes landing back on the DEO screens in front of her.
"See! Crabby! You guys all just need to relax. Have some fun. Lighten up!" He emphasized as he flung a nearby pen at her back.
"Ow, geez, Mon-El, get out of here!" she growled.
He shrugged his shoulders as he jumped to his feet. "Fine. When Kara gets back, tell her I'm waiting for her in the training room downstairs."
"Whatever," she sighed, waving her hand slightly in his direction without looking back at him.
Kara descended the stairs as she watched Mon-El and his fists beating against a stack of concrete blocks piled high in the center of the DEO training room.
"Are you finally done for the day?" he shouted out to her from where he stood, his eyes not leaving the blocks in front of him.
"Finally? It's been barely a couple of hours. We're actually stopping for lunch on time because the streets are so quiet. We can go out if you want and I'll just head back in if something comes up," she said as she made her way across the floor, stopping to stand behind him as he punched.
His wrists fell as he turned to face her. He had a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye. Kara thought she saw that flash of red again. She blinked a couple of times to try to figure out if she was seeing things, but his arms slipping around her waist distracted her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek before his lips fell to her neck.
"Mon-El," she sighed, her hands pushing gently at his chest. "Stop," she giggled. "Not here, remember?"
His open mouthed kisses trailed upward to her ear. "I thought you meant not on the main floor…the one with all the computers, and the agents."
"You know exactly what I meant, Mon-El. What's gotten into you?" she found herself repeating her earlier words. But her hands were trailing up his chest and her arms were moving to wrap around his neck.
"You seem to complain, but you're not pushing me away, are you?"
She groaned against him, her forehead falling to his shoulder. His hands cupped her cheeks and he pulled her face up and toward himself instead, their lips meeting. Then she felt herself moving; her feet backing up as he guided her toward the wall. She felt her back hit the concrete and she relaxed against it, his body pinning her there.
"Mon-El," she mumbled against his mouth as he continued to kiss her. "We need to stop. Seriously."
He shook his head against her as one of his thighs slid between her legs. He pushed it upward, the pants of his DEO uniform rubbing harshly against the briefs under her skirt. This time she was the one to shake her head 'no', but her arms moved around his waist as she settled against his thigh, her lips continuing to move steadily against his.
His hands were moving up her thighs, his nails scratching against her skin as his fingers slid to the edge of her briefs at her hips. His fingers teased the edges before slipping beneath the fabric and her tights, his hands stretching them so that he could cup her bare ass. He felt her hips moving against him, her lower half starting to grind against his thigh and he smirked against her lips.
She must have felt it because her hands flew up from his waist and she shoved at his chest. She pulled her lips from his. "We can't do this here," she insisted, her voice breathy.
"We really can," he emphasized his point with a thrust against her. One of her hands fell to his thigh and she pushed against it, urging him to remove it from between her legs, her other hand pushing at his chest in attempts to get him to back up.
"Mon-El!" Her voice was stern and his eyes met hers, annoyance clear in them. "We're not having sex here. Stop."
He huffed loudly as he backed away from her. She wobbled slightly as her feet hit the floor, her legs not ready for him to back away so quickly.
"Fine. Have it your way."
She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Are you mad at me?"
He sighed loudly, obnoxiously. "No. I'm not mad. It's just that you interrupted my workout to not have sex. I just don't understand why you're bothering me then."
"Bothering you? I'm bothering you now?"
"Yes," he nodded, throwing his arms up in the air as he walked away from her. "You're bothering me."
"Well," she huffed as she moved up in behind him. "I didn't know that coming to see you for a minute since I've been out all morning qualified as bothering you." She held her hands up in air quotations around her words, a scowl on her face. "I apologize."
She turned to leave when he grabbed her arm, a little forceful as he tugged her back to him. "Spar with me."
"Now, why would I do that? I wouldn't want to bother you."
"Spar with me and if you win, we go to lunch."
"And if you win?" she returned.
He stepped in close to her, nearly nose to nose as he nodded in reference to the wall behind her. "I fuck you against that wall, like I know you want me to."
She could feel the blush quickly running across her cheeks at his words. "I said we're not having sex here," she shook her head.
"Then you better win," he smirked.
He moved to swing his arm forward in a punch, aiming to get her in the shoulder, but she sped backwards and out of his reach just in time.
"Of course I'm going to win," she shrugged. "This isn't much of a contest. I'm stronger and faster than you, Mon-El. We both know it."
She saw his face darken before he came at her, lunging for her body from across the room. She dodged him again before spinning around and landing a punch in the middle of his back. He fell to the floor with a loud oof and she laughed.
He quickly got back up on his feet. "Are you laughing at me now?" he challenged.
"Yes, obviously."
They continued to circle each other, Kara continually getting him down to the floor and Mon-El repeatedly missing her body with each swing.
She charged at him a final time, her shoulder slamming into his stomach as she crashed into him harder than she thought she would, his back colliding with the concrete pile of blocks he had previously been beating down on.
She watched him cringe as he slid to the floor beneath him, his legs unable to hold him upright any longer. Her own eyes widened as she crouched down to his eye level, a worried "Mon-El," escaping her lips, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. He had a hand to his stomach and a scowl on his face, his eyes refusing to meet hers as his other hand pushed hers away from his face.
"Well," he grumbled, "let's go have lunch then."
Kara lay in bed that night, Mon-El with his back to her, likely still sleeping with that scowl that he'd had on his face all afternoon. He'd been acting strange today and she wasn't sure what had happened or what she'd done to him to make him act that way.
He shifted in his sleep, moving onto his back and she jumped slightly, startled by his sudden movement. His eyes didn't open, but his head turned a little bit in her direction.
Yeah. There was that scowl.
She'd wanted to ask him what was wrong today, but when he wasn't being strangely on edge, he was too busy acting like a sore loser after he'd lost their sparring session.
She hesitantly slid closer to him, her hand reaching out under the covers to land on his chest. He must not have been that deeply asleep because his eyes popped open and he looked right at her the second her fingertips met his skin.
"What?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep.
She shook her head against her pillow, a small smile across her lips. "Nothing. Just…" she eyed him. "You okay?"
He turned onto his side to face her. "I'm fine," he stated. "I'd be even better if you didn't wake me up and let me sleep."
She paused for a second, not quite sure if he was making a joke or not. His right arm slid around her waist, tugging her body closer to him, her head resting under his chin.
"Sleep, Kara," he instructed and she nodded before closing her eyes, her confusion likely still visible on her face as she drifted off to sleep against his chest.
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