Author: Ashley

Title: Losing Your Inhibitions

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 5/16

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

Word Count (Chapter): 1,784

Summary: "There was some rustling; the bed shifting and bouncing slightly as he moved about, obviously trying to get comfortable. When he finally stopped moving, he let out a loud sigh. She waited and gave him a minute longer. 'Are we in a fight?' Her voice was quiet in the darkness as she asked. 'Why would we be in a fight?' he asked on another sigh. She turned around to face him. 'It sounds like we're fighting. It feels like we're in a fight.' 'We're not fighting,' he answered shortly as he lay on his back, his eyes closed. He didn't elaborate any further. 'Yeah,' she nodded to herself. 'I think we're fighting.'" - 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! Welcome back. Sorry it's been a while. Real life has just been getting in the way of my fic life recently.

Just a short one, but the next chapter is twice as long. This was the only natural chapter breaking point I could make.

Also a note (just in case you didn't notice), the day is written at the beginning of each chapter. There's a lot of chapters, but the whole fic spans across just less than a week. Just in case some of you are wondering why Kara still hasn't figured out that something is REALLY wrong with Mon-El, it's because it's only been two days at this point.

Warnings for this chapter: curse words and smut.

Chapter Five: "Are we in a fight?"

Sunday

He'd been gone barely fifteen minutes, but she had turned off the lights and snuggled deep into the bedcovers facing the windows by the time he emerged from the bathroom behind her.

"Argh, shit!"

She cringed as she heard him curse after something went crashing to the floor.

"Why the hell did you turn off the lights already? I'm not cleaning that up," he mumbled, referring to whatever vase or decorative bowl he must have knocked over.

She felt him moving closer as he clearly decided to skip out on getting dressed, the bed next to her dipping with his weight as he slid under the covers. There was some rustling; the bed shifting and bouncing slightly as he moved about, obviously trying to get comfortable. When he finally stopped moving, he let out a loud sigh. She waited and gave him a minute longer.

"Are we in a fight?" Her voice was quiet in the darkness as she asked.

"Why would we be in a fight?" he asked on another sigh.

She turned around to face him. "It sounds like we're fighting. It feels like we're in a fight."

"We're not fighting," he answered shortly as he lay on his back, his eyes closed. He didn't elaborate any further.

"Yeah," she nodded to herself. "I think we're fighting." She pulled the sheets tighter around her chest, her eyes sliding lower and landing on his side.

He sighed loudly and she cringed slightly.

"See? You sound angry. We're fighting," she confirmed as she closed her eyes. "I didn't mean to insult you earlier…if that's what this is about. I thought we were playing around. I was just teasing-"

"Turn around, Kara."

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to his face, his own eyes still closed. His voice didn't sound like he was leaving much room for discussion, so she sighed and turned away from him, flipping over to her other side, curling in on herself slightly as she closed her eyes.

He immediately moved right up against her, his still naked chest pressed to her back as his arms wrapped around her. She let out a relieved sigh as she relaxed against him. His lips moved against her shoulder, kissing her there as his hand moved to cup her sex.

"We're not fighting," he mumbled against her shoulder, his fingers moving against her. "Do you think we're fighting because I didn't let you come?"

She shook her head as she gulped, his fingers working her up again. "No, I think we're fighting because you were saying rude things and acting angry with me."

"We're not fighting," he repeated, his voice clearer this time. "You just piss me off sometimes, Kara."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "So you're angry with me. I don't know why you can't just say it and we can be done with this back and forth…"

He stayed silent against her. She could feel him hardening again behind her and his fingers were moving faster against her lower lips, his thumb trying to flick against her clit. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest again, her stomach fluttering in anticipation.

"Mon-El, I don't know if I want to anymore," she whispered at him. She knew she did, but she couldn't help but be concerned with how he was acting. Maybe they shouldn't? He removed his hand from her sex, his fingers moving up to her face, her own wetness coating her lips as he slid a finger along her mouth.

"Your pussy says something different though, Kara," he smirked against her neck as he watched her subconsciously lick her lips. "Why are you so wet if you don't want me to fuck you?"

She groaned at his words. "You know that's not how it works, Mon-El. I'm attracted to you," she blushed. "I'm always ready for you, but I think that maybe we shouldn't do this right now. I think we should just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning."

His hand grabbed a hold of her thigh, lifting her leg slightly, his hips thrusting against her, his cock easily sliding between her legs and against her folds. "I'll be gentle," he mumbled the promise against her throat.

"Mon-El," she whined as she arched into him.

"Fast, Kara…just until you finally come," he emphasized as he smirked behind her where she couldn't see him.

She groaned as her hand reached down and grabbed a hold of him between her legs and stroked. "Okay, just…fast." One of her hands slid to his hand holding her thigh, the other let go of him and moved to grab a hold of his neck to pull him closer. One of his hands rested between her body and the mattress and he moved it to squeeze at her breast, his grip of his other hand tight on her thigh. He moved against her, her wetness already beginning to coat his cock before he angled his hips behind her and slid inside her easily.

She moaned, her back arching as he entered her fully, her belly quivering, her body quickly being reminded about how close she was twice before; her desire dormant, but never really disappearing after she had pushed him away earlier. His mouth sucked at the skin of her neck, his hips moving quickly, wantonly against her as he drove in and out of her. "See?" he grunted against her neck. "You're so horny it'll only take a couple of seconds."

She groaned, her hand still at the base of his neck sliding upwards to tug harshly at his hair in response. "Shut up," she muttered, a small smile slipping onto her face.

"Mmph," he groaned against her neck. "I love taking you like this." She nodded as he continued to thrust against her. "You're so tight this way."

He used his left leg to hold hers up, his hand leaving her thigh and moving down her abdomen, his fingers searching for her clit. His hand rubbed aggressively against her, her back arching almost painfully as her hips canted away from him.

"Nngh," she grunted, a hand rushing between her legs to land on his, attempting to push him away. "Too much," she groaned.

He shook his head behind her. "Shh, you can take it," he assured her, his hips continuing to rock roughly against her ass.

She cried out, her hand gripping his tightly as it moved between her legs again. "Too much," she repeated breathlessly.

"Kara," he growled into her neck. "Shut up, you'll feel good, I promise. Stop complaining," he instructed.

She could feel her belly tightening, her toes curling, her body craving release so strongly that she was afraid to let it come. Every part of her felt like it was on fire and she wasn't sure if she wanted to let him continue or force him away. "Mon-El," she groaned, her hand tugging on his hair again sharply.

"Kiss me," he instructed at her ear and her head turned, their noses bumping harshly as she shifted, her lips colliding with his. He moved his tongue into her mouth, sliding against hers. His mouth was warm and wet and he still felt like the Mon-El she loved, but his hands, his actions; they were so aggressive, so urgent and it just confused her senses so much. She didn't have long to think about it though, as she felt her walls clenching, finally coming around his cock.

She didn't even recognize the noises that were coming from her mouth as she finally found her long awaited release; almost animalistic as he let out a drawn out moan, finding his own release inside of her. Though she was lying down, her body nearly collapsed against him, her hands dropping from their hold on him as she tried to breathe normally again.

They were silent for a long while before he pulled out of her, his hand slapping teasingly against her sex and her hips shifted away from him quickly. "Nooo," she groaned, "too sensitive," she shook her head at him.

"That was a strong one, huh?" he smirked at her. "The longer you have to wait for it, the more intense it is."

She nodded breathlessly as she slowly slid away from his chest and onto her back.

"You love it," he assured her.

She shivered; her senses weirdly so elevated that she could have sworn she was cold. "Too intense," she said as her eyes slid closed while she continued to try to regulate her breathing. He covered her back up with the sheets that they had managed to kick down to the foot of the bed.

"C'mere," he laughed at her as he pulled her into his arms, her nose snuggling into the crook of his neck. "I'll take it easier on your next time," he smirked. "Maybe."

They lay there for a long while until Kara shifted against him.

"You are sexually proficient enough for me," she said.

"What?" he cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She craned her neck so she could look up at him.

"You said before…you asked if you were sexually proficient enough for me…I mean, obviously I was teasing." Her voice quieted, "I mean you were basically able to," she blushed. "…get inside and…fuck me without using your hands." She could feel her blush darkening by the second.

"Doesn't that sound good, Kara? Say it again," he kissed her.

"What?" she blinked up at him innocently when he broke away. "Fuck?" She grinned.

He growled as he thrusted against her. "Mhm, fuck," he repeated, the word coming out on a moan.

She giggled before moving her lips to his ear. "Fuck," she whispered, the emphasized 'k' hitting his ear on a warm breath.

"Kara," he warned. "You probably shouldn't keep saying it. Unless you're ready for it to happen again…"

"Nooo," she groaned as she laughed. "I can't. Don't make me do it again. I don't think I can even feel my body right now," she giggled. "I'm numb."

"Numb and fucking satisfied," he grinned proudly.

She laughed against his chest. "Rao, watch your language, Mon-El. You're becoming awfully friendly with curse words lately…"

He shrugged. "I'm just comfortable enough now with showing you my dirty mouth…" He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue and she shivered.

"Staahp," she giggled. "I'm tired. Don't start anything I won't be able to enthusiastically participate in," she laughed as she snuggled back into the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight, Kara," he laughed above her. Maybe they weren't fighting anymore?

She kissed his chest lightly. "Goodnight. Love you."

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