Author: Ashley
Title: Losing Your Inhibitions
Rating: M - Mature
Part: 4/16
Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)
Word Count (Chapter): 3,381
Summary: "She walked through the doorway, the loud music pounding against her already tired senses. It had been a long day and she really didn't want to have to come all the way out here to find him. Her eyes darted around the bar before she finally spotted him…sitting at a round table in the middle of the bar…with a bunch of girls." - 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.
A/N: Hi everyone!
Happy (belated I guess?) one year anniversary to our space puppies! I can't believe it's already been a whole year since the first time they were together, and yet I still feel like we missed SO MUCH. I wasn't planning to update until the weekend but all the gifs I keep seeing on Twitter put me in a sappy, updating mood.
Enjoy chapter four everyone and kiddos, mind your ratings! ;)
Chapter Four: "I'm not jealous."
Sunday
Kara's eyes fluttered open and landed on Mon-El's chest in front of her. She blinked a couple of times in attempts to wake herself up. She arched her back slightly, stretching before realizing that his hand still sat heavy on her waist. She looked up at his closed eyelids. At least he looked peaceful while he slept now; his scowl from yesterday seemingly long gone.
She gently took hold of his hand and aimed to subtly remove it from her waist and he groaned quietly before his eyes fluttered open.
"Morning," she whispered quietly.
He grunted in response before removing his hand from her body and closing his eyes again. "Ten more minutes," he whined.
"It's okay. I'll meet you at the DEO. I'll tell J'onn you're on your way," she whispered. A small smile slid across his face and she moved to push some of his hair from his forehead before kissing his cheek lightly.
It was well past noon and Mon-El still hadn't arrived at the DEO. Everyone kept asking her questions: where he was, why he wasn't in, whether or not he was okay. She'd called him a couple of times, but he didn't answer his phone and he obviously wasn't listening to the voicemails that she kept leaving him asking him to call her back.
Normally, she'd just run off and fly home, check in on him real quick and see if everything was actually okay, but there was so much happening in the city today unlike yesterday's calm workday. She was running around to and from each end of the city. There were too many people in need of her help. Besides, he was probably fine. Maybe he just got held up with something?
Alex had to check on a lead with someone at the alien bar and Kara had asked her to keep her eyes out for Mon-El while she was over there. She was pretty sure he wasn't due to be working at the bar today. He was supposed to have the entire weekend off. But maybe she'd missed something? Maybe he'd told her about where he had to go today and she'd just forgotten? He was pretty sleepy that morning. Maybe he'd forgotten to fill her in and wasn't even thinking about it before she left.
When Alex had returned a few hours later, she'd confirmed that Mon-El was at the bar, chatting up some customers with a smile on his face, leaning on the back of a chair out on the bar floor.
"But he was okay?" Kara asked, concern visible on her face.
Alex shrugged. "I guess he was okay? He looked fine. He waved at me when I left."
"He wasn't supposed to be working at the bar today. He had the weekend off…"
Alex shrugged again. "Oh well, maybe something came up, they needed him, called, and he went in. I wouldn't worry about him, Kara. You gotta get back out there anyway. Focus on that for now."
Kara didn't mention how she was starting to worry about Mon-El; about how he'd been acting strange as of late; about how something was just different.
"Kara!" J'onn's voice came through the comm in her ear. "Let's go!"
Her fingertips pressed to her ear. "Sorry, J'onn, I'm on my way now," she stated before speeding toward the doorway and jumping out.
Once things had quieted down at the DEO late that evening, Kara finally got the chance to go home. She slid her key into the lock, nearly collapsing with exhaustion as she crossed over the threshold of her apartment, but she then realized that all the lights were out. The television was off. No shoes were kicked aside by the door as per usual.
"Mon-El?" she called out into the apartment. "You here?" she questioned loudly. When she got no response, she walked further into the loft. He wasn't asleep in bed or on the sofa and it looked like nothing had been touched since she'd left him this morning, including the bed that remained unmade.
She furrowed her eyebrows. Hmph. Maybe he was still working at the bar?
Kara turned right back around, out the door, and headed off to the bar to make sure he was okay.
She walked through the doorway, the loud music pounding against her already tired senses. It had been a long day and she really didn't want to have to come all the way out here to find him. Her eyes darted around the bar before she finally spotted him…sitting at a round table in the middle of the bar…with a bunch of girls. She crinkled her eyebrows before marching over toward him.
"Mon-El," she nearly shouted in his direction. His head turned and his eyes connected with hers.
"Kara! Come join us!" he happily waved her over to the group of them. Some of the girls eyed her up and down, clearly all questioning as to who she was.
She stepped closer to him, trying to keep any anger she'd had toward him that day underneath the surface. When she stood next to his chair, his arm quickly wrapped around her body, his hand cupping her ass as he looked at the other both human and alien women at the table.
"Ladies, this is my girl, Kara," he smiled before he pulled her down toward him.
Kara let out a yelp of surprise as she fell into his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders for support.
"Kara," he nodded at her, "these are the ladies."
Kara let out a small "Hi," before she turned to Mon-El. "Uhm, Mon-El, can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked quietly.
"Of course! I'm all ears," he grinned. Her head turned around the table, catching the glares from the other women who were clearly unaware up until that moment that Mon-El even had "a girl."
"Alone, maybe?" she suggested, her eyes coming back around to meet his.
"There're no secrets at this table, Kara," he stated as he patted her upper thigh. "Whatever you need to talk to me about can be said in front of the girls."
She blinked at him as she moved to stand from his lap. "That's okay. I'll just wait for you at home then. Wait for you…like I did for your help all day long today."
He looked up at her. "I'm sure you handled it just fine, Kara. I had work to do here."
"Work? This is your work? Hanging out here in a bar all day instead of helping me?" She eyed the girls near her before she grabbed Mon-El's hand and tugged him up and out of his seat. When they were a few feet away from the table, "I waited for you at the DEO. We covered for you all day…one of the busiest days in a long time, Mon-El. And you didn't even call. You didn't say where you were. You didn't tell anybody anything. You had the weekend off. Why are you even here? With them?" she nodded behind him at the table of girls.
"Are you jealous?" he smirked at her.
"I'm not jealous," she spat. "I'm upset that I spent all day running around on my own when we could have really used you."
His arms wrapped around her, his hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans and cupping her. "I like jealous Kara," he leaned in and kissed her neck. Her hands pushed at his chest.
"I'm not jealous, Mon-El, I'm mad," she stated firmly as she backed away and out of his hold. "I'm mad and I'm tired and I'm going home. With or without you."
"Okay, okay," he agreed, his hands lifting in surrender. "I'm coming. Let's go home." He turned back quickly, "Goodbye, ladies!"
A couple of them waved back, most of them frowned and Kara grabbed his hand, tugging him behind her and out of the bar.
"I get it," he started as she angrily swung open the door to their apartment. "I should have called the DEO or called you or just shown up. But it was one time. Who cares?" he shrugged.
"Who cares?" she repeated incredulously as she threw her purse down on the kitchen table. "I care. The agents care. Everyone at the DEO that was expecting you to come into work today cares. You have responsibilities, Mon-El. You can't just say 'screw it' and go off and do whatever you want instead."
"Kara, you really just need to lighten up," he stepped toward her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You handled it without me. No harm, no foul."
She blinked at him. "You seriously don't get it."
He sighed loudly and his hands dropped from her shoulders. "What do you want from me, Kara?"
"I want you to apologize, Mon-El."
He shook his head at her as he turned to walk away.
"See, you can't even apologize to me! You weren't even working behind the bar, Mon-El. You were partying and hanging out! With random girls!" She tried not to pout, but seeing him having fun with that table of women when he'd left her in the dust hit her heart in a place that hurt a little more than she thought it would. Maybe she was jealous?
He turned back to her and all of a sudden he was pressed up against her. "I'm sorry you're jealous, Kara. But you know I don't want to sleep with those girls. I only want to sleep with you."
She crinkled her eyebrows as she watched him. Okay, he probably could have said that in a better way…
He moved in to kiss her, his lips meeting hers as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She barely responded to the kiss, her brain still trying to decide whether or not she was angry with him when she felt him lifting her and moving them toward the bedroom. By the time her back hit the mattress, she had forgotten why she was angry in the first place. His hands tugged at her clothing, stripping her naked quickly before taking off his own clothes. Her hands were running across his body in attempts to help him get his clothes off, but he was pushing her away; his hands pushing against her shoulders to make her lie flat on the bed.
"Lie down, Kara," he said sternly and she did as instructed, her head on the pillows, her legs spreading wider apart to make room for him. He slid down to his stomach with his face between her legs before he slid two fingers into his mouth, wetting them before stroking up and down her sex.
Then he dove in, aggressive and impatient, his mouth closing around her. She arched into him, her hips canting against his mouth. He smirked against her sex, his hands pushing at her thighs, forcing her flat on the mattress. "Stop moving, Kara. I'll tell you when you can move."
Her eyes popped open and her eyebrows crinkled. "What?"
He growled as his eyes moved up to meet hers. "I'm trying to work here. Just stop moving and do as I say."
His mouth continued to move against her, her hands fisting in the sheets at her hips. She looked down at him confused. "Okay, whatever that means," she laughed at him.
"Kara, if you want this to continue, you need to shut up." His hands were stroking against her thighs. His fingers were gripping her skin and holding her legs spread wide for him, his tongue doing wonderful things and she couldn't be bothered to analyze his words or hands any further.
She could feel herself rushing closer and closer to orgasm, her body tensing as she waited for her release to come, his name slipping from her lips on a sigh when all of a sudden he stopped. His mouth moved away and he was pulling her upwards into a seated position on the bed.
"Your turn," he stated simply as he sat down in front of her.
She blinked at him, still recovering from the surprise movement as her belly clenched in anticipation of the orgasm that was suddenly being pushed away.
"But I didn't even co-"
"I don't care," he stated firmly, his hand moving to grab hers. "It's not my problem that you took too long." He wrapped her hand around his cock, forcing her to move up and down his shaft.
"Uhm, I think it's exactly your problem," she smirked as she stroked him. "If you were doing a better job, I would have come like ten minutes ago."
"Excuse me?" he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you trying to say that I'm not sexually proficient enough for you?"
"Sexually proficient?" She laughed loudly at his words. When he didn't laugh, "Maybe that's exactly what I'm saying," she continued to smirk, her other hand joining in, both of them handling his cock at the same time.
"I'm offended, Kara," he nearly growled, his right hand reaching up and locking behind her neck.
"Poor baby," she whined as she teased him, her thumb running over the head of his hardened cock, sliding through the precum already at the tip.
"And now you're making fun of me?" he asked, his tone dark. "You're going to regret that, Kara."
"Am I?" she eyed his cock as she slid down onto her stomach, her feet kicking in the air behind her as she moved between his legs.
"Yes, now suck me."
Her eyes flicked up to his at his demand. His irises sparkled darkly at her and she wondered for a moment if this was a teasing game or if he actually was angry. She couldn't really tell anymore.
"Kara, do it already," he demanded, his voice exasperated as he pulled her face closer to his upright cock.
"Mon-El," she paused as his hand tangled in her hair. "Are you actually mad at me?"
"Open your mouth, Kara," he instructed, his hand cupping her chin. "Now."
She moved closer to him, following the pull of his hand on her chin, her lips opening up as she moved to take him inside her mouth. He groaned loudly as her tongue made contact. His hands weaved through her hair, not tugging, but holding her to him. His hips were thrusting ever so slightly off the mattress and she still wondered if he truly was offended by her words.
His fingers were flexing against her scalp and his thrusts were becoming uncoordinated and she knew he was quickly getting closer to his release; faster than it usually took him to get there. Maybe that's why he was so impatient and demanding all of a sudden.
She moved almost all the way off of him, her focus on the head of his cock, her tongue swirling, mouth sucking and he fell backwards on the mattress with a moan as his hand dropped from her hair.
"Kara," he breathed. "So close."
"I know," she mumbled around his cock with a grin. "I'm ready for you."
His hips were thrusting out of his control and her hands fell to his thighs, pushing downward to hold him in place on the mattress. He groaned loudly, but she didn't let him go, her mouth working until he came, her name on his lips. Spent, he finally relaxed against the mattress as she released him and tried to subtly spit him from her mouth into a tissue. She loved him and all, but yuck.
She'd only turned away for a second when she felt his hands gripping her ankles, tugging her over to him and flipping her onto her back. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue smoothly sliding out to meet hers.
"Next time," he mumbled against her lips, "you're going to swallow that."
She shook her head against the mattress. "Yeah, I don't think so," she laughed.
His hands pushed at her thighs, spreading her legs apart for himself again. "First, you insult my sexual skills and then you refuse to do as I ask? What's wrong with you, Kara? I'm your boyfriend. You're supposed to do what I say." His hands travelled along her body, stroking up and down her sides and she shivered as his touch tickled her.
"I think you should look up what 'boyfriend' actually means on this planet, Mon-El," she giggled as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face next to hers.
His right hand slid down to her sex, his palm cupping her as his fingers stroked against her. "If you don't do as I say, this is the last time you're going to come with my help, Kara."
"Are you threatening to withhold sex from me?" she started to laugh. "Because I think you need it more than I do…"
He pushed his two middle fingers inside of her and her hips thrusted toward him as she moaned, her eyes slipping closed. "Remember this, because this is the last time this is happening until you apologize to me," he breathed against her ear.
Her eyes fluttered open for a quick moment. Maybe she should ask if this was still a game. His tone was unfamiliar to her and she worried she'd somehow actually hurt his feelings. But then his hand began to move; quickly, unforgivingly as his palm slapped against her skin each time his fingers were buried inside of her, the sound of his movements echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. She had thought that her orgasm had drifted away, slowly disappearing as his mouth had left her, but it turned out to be lying in wait, his fingers curling inside of her on each entry easily bringing her right back to the edge where she so recently was.
"I was having a great time with those girls at the bar," he suddenly said and her eyes popped open.
"What?" she choked out as her body tensed up.
"They were gorgeous weren't they? And fun. We had a lot of fun." His words were teasing, but forceful; the same way his fingers were teasing her, his palm slapping against her pelvis.
She reached down to try to grab his wrist. "Why are you saying that? This isn't funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny," he stated as he slid his fingers out of her and moved his hand away. "I'm just telling you the truth."
She pushed at his chest slightly as she tried to sit up in front of him. "Did something happen with those girls?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"What would you do if something did happen?" he smirked.
"Mon-El," her voice was stern as she grabbed at his face. "This isn't a joke. I'm not playing this game anymore. If you touched one of those girls-"
He pulled his face from her grasp. "Fuck, Kara, relax. I didn't touch any of those girls." He pushed her back to lie down on the mattress. "This is what I want," he mumbled before he leaned down to kiss her. "You."
She responded for a moment before she pushed him away. "Mon-El," she shook her head. "I don't think I want to do this anymore…"
He slid down her body, kisses trailing along her skin as he went. "Come on, Kara, I'm just teasing you. I like when you're jealous."
Her hands moved to his head, pushing him away. "Well, I don't like being jealous, Mon-El. What you're doing isn't nice. I don't like it and now I don't want to do this anymore." She moved to sit up.
He moved away. "Ugh," he huffed. "I thought you wanted to come," he said.
"Well, I did, but not like this," she said as she moved to pull the bedcovers over her naked body. "I think we should stop and just…stop…"
He sighed loudly. He didn't really sound disappointed. He sounded angry?
"Whatever. I'm gonna shower. Do whatever the hell you want," he sighed.
She crinkled her eyebrows at him. "Well…whatever," she huffed. "Enjoy your shower." She plopped down to the mattress, laying back and tugging the sheets tightly around herself as he disappeared into the bathroom.
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