Author: Ashley

Title: Losing Your Inhibitions

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 6/16

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

Word Count (Chapter): 3,176

Summary: "He came in with Chinese for dinner and a single red rose. She was confused. She didn't know if he was apologizing? He brought her food and he'd shoved the flower at her as soon as he'd walked in the door after work. It looked like an attempt at an apology, but it sure didn't feel like one. And he definitely hadn't said, 'I'm sorry.'" - 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! Thanks for being so patient in waiting for this update! I know I left you guys hanging for a while, but I've been a little under the weather the last few months and it was just taking too much energy to have to edit and post an update.

I hope it was worth the wait!

Chapter Six: "Margarita Monday!"

Monday

When Kara woke up the next morning, Mon-El wasn't lying beside her. She rolled over in bed, her eyes searching the bathroom off to the side before looking toward the living room. The broken vase from last night still sat on the floor in pieces where he'd knocked it over in the dark, dirt and flowers scattered about on her bedroom floor, a footprint, obviously his, made in the middle of the dirt pile. She rolled her eyes. He couldn't even take five seconds to clean that up this morning? He'd rather just walk right through the mess.

She couldn't see him nor could she hear him anywhere in the apartment. His side of the bed was cold, so he must have been gone a while. It was still early, but maybe he went in to the DEO to make up for skipping out on it yesterday? Then again, maybe he was working again at the bar today and just had an early shift? That place was open all day long, whether or not people were actually drinking so maybe he had to be in? Who even knew anymore. He seemed to be running his own schedule without informing her as of late, that was for sure. She'd have to bring that up tonight…

She decided that it was best to just get up and go along with the rest of her day. She had to be a CatCo in a bit anyway. She'd just give him a call later.

Kara had texted Alex that morning on her way into CatCo, asking her to let her know if she saw Mon-El anywhere today. Alex had texted back that Mon-El wasn't at the DEO and that they weren't even really expecting him, so she didn't know where he would be. It was midday and Kara still hadn't heard anything from anyone. As soon as she'd gotten a free moment, she'd called his cell phone. He didn't pick up (as expected), the call going straight to voicemail. So as soon as her lunch break started, she'd called him again. No answer.

Then she got the idea to call the bar directly. It was a business, right? They should have somebody answering their phone. At least then if he was there, she'd know where he was, even if he was too busy to talk.

The call was picked up on the second ring.

"Yeah?" the male voice came through the phone.

"Hi, uhm, this is Kara. Mon-El's girlfriend?"

"Uh huh," the voice continued.

"Is Mon-El there? I mean, is he working today? I just haven't-"

"Mon-El!" She cringed as she heard the person shout his name loudly into the phone, apparently trying to get his attention. At least he was there. "Phone call!"

"What?" she heard Mon-El's voice faintly in the background, likely shouting back from all the way across the bar.

"Phone's for you!" the voice shouted again. She'd focus her superhearing on the background noise if only that guy would just stop screaming in her ear.

"Who is it?" she heard Mon-El ask.

"Your girlfriend," the voice said, a little quieter this time and she could hear what she assumed was Mon-El in the background, shuffling closer to the phone.

"Nah," she heard him say. "Tell her I'm busy."

Kara's eyebrows rose so high she was surprised that they didn't fly off her forehead. "Tell him I heard him say that and I want to talk to him right now, please."

She heard the man deliver her message with a loud laugh before Mon-El huffed. She heard the phone being passed over, Mon-El's voice coming through.

"What's going on, Kara?" he sighed into the phone.

"I didn't know where you went, Mon-El. Why didn't you tell me you had to work today?"

"You didn't ask."

She shook her head. "That's because when I woke up, you had already snuck off." He didn't respond, so she continued. "I've been calling you. Why haven't you picked up?"

"Clearly I'm at work…working. I can't be talking away on my phone all afternoon when there are customers here ordering drinks." His voice was cold when he answered her and it made her eyebrows knit together.

"Is something wrong? I mean, did I do something? If I hurt your feelings-"

"Nothing's wrong, Kara. I just want to get back to work."

"Mon-El," her voice was bordering on annoyed. "I don't know what's gotten into you-"

"Nothing's gotten into me! Just stop saying that! Why do you keep saying that?!' he huffed loudly into the phone.

"Because I'm worried about you, Mon-El. I love you and you're not acting like yourself, so I'm concerned. What happened? What's wrong?"

"Nothing happened. I'm just tired of having to constantly explain myself to you!"

She heard some chatter in the background.

"Kara, I gotta go. Customers."

"Can we talk about this tonight when you get home, please?"

"Fine, whatever," he said before the line went dead, he having hung up before she could say anything more.

"Kara," Snapper's voice boomed above her. "Isn't your lunch over yet?"

Her eyes rose to meet his. "Just finishing up," she sighed.

"Good," he dropped a stack of papers on her desk in front of her. "I need you to redo that," he stated as he walked away.

She sighed heavily. Back to work.

They didn't talk about it when he got home.

He came in with Chinese for dinner and a single red rose. She was confused. She didn't know if he was apologizing? He brought her food and he'd shoved the flower at her as soon as he'd walked in the door after work. It looked like an attempt at an apology, but it sure didn't feel like one. And he definitely hadn't said, "I'm sorry."

They sat at the table in silence as they ate, her eyes continuing to flick up to watch him from across the dinner table. The take out boxes were empty and their plates scraped clean, his eyes staring at the rose on the table between them.

"Can we go out?" he asked suddenly, his eyes finally landing on her at the opposite side of the table.

Her eyes met his. "Out? Out where?"

"I don't care," he shrugged. "Anywhere. This is the first night in a long time that I don't have to be at the bar and you're not at the DEO. I know you're mad at me, so let's go do something fun so you'll lighten up."

She sighed. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just wo-"

"Worried, yeah, whatever. It looks and sounds like the same thing."

Kara eyed him curiously. "Well…where would we go?"

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. "I said 'anywhere,'" he shrugged again. "Let's go to a bar."

She stood as she started to clear off the table. "You just said that you don't have to be at the bar, and now you want to go to…the bar?"

"Not the bar where I work. A normal bar."

"Like a human bar?" she questioned from the kitchen as she threw away some of the take out boxes.

"Exactly," he grinned as he stood from his chair and moved toward her. She turned around to face him, her back leaning against the counter as his hands fell to her hips. "Somewhere different. We never really go out."

She watched his face; his grin wide and his eyes a little too excited. She couldn't seem to fully decide on whether or not she was mad at him, so she felt the need to say yes and make him happy.

"Okay," she agreed. "I guess for a little while at least."

"Yes!" he cheered as he moved away from her, speeding into the bedroom and changing his clothes before running back to her.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, taking in his tighter than usual black jeans and a black button down. "Do I need to change, too?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Your stuff is on the bed," he said simply and her eyes widened. She was actually joking when she asked, her eyes falling down to gauge what she was wearing. She was still in the dress she'd worn to CatCo this morning. She didn't see anything wrong with it…

He noticed her looking down at herself. "You look fine," he said, "but I'd prefer you wear what I picked out for you," he nodded toward their bedroom.

She turned to look at her bed, a dark pile in the middle of the mattress. She walked over toward it and assessed his choice.

Dark wash jeans, navy, nearly black. She hadn't even put them on yet and she already knew they would be skin tight. A cute top and a leather jacket sat next to her jeans, a pair of leather booties sitting on the floor. She had to say, he had good taste. The only problem? She'd never seen those clothes before…

"Mon-El," she started as she heard him walk up behind her. "This isn't my stuff," she shook her head.

"Yeah, it is," he insisted. "I got it for you," he shrugged.

She turned her head, blinking at him as her eyes darted across his face. She hadn't remembered seeing him carry anything in with him earlier.

"Kara, it's not like I stole it from the mall or anything. Just put it on."

She was pretty sure it was a joke and she almost wanted to laugh, but the way he said it…she wasn't quite sure.

"Mon-El…"

"Come on, Kara," he whined. "Just do it for me."

She sighed before she sped into the outfit and stood facing him.

"Awesome," he grinned. "You look hot." She looked down at the outfit again as she blushed lightly. "Let's go," he said as he pulled her along behind him and out the door.

She didn't even know where they were. They had sped into downtown, her following behind him as he dragged her all the way to the bar. She'd never been there before. She didn't really recognize the street they'd ended up on, but he seemed excited so she'd simply followed him.

Wherever they were, it sure was a popular place for a Monday evening. There were people everywhere. She guessed that Margarita Mondays at five dollars a glass was a good enough reason to get people through the door regardless of what day of the week it was.

He led her inside and to a table, one of the very few still left unoccupied and she sat down.

"Drink?" he asked her. "Margarita Monday!" he winked.

She chuckled lightly. "Okay, I'll have one."

"One? Just one? Not like you'd get drunk off the stuff."

"One is fine, Mon-El. It's a huge glass. And you know I don't really drink all that much."

"Whatever," he shrugged as he headed in the direction of the bar. He wasn't gone long though, returning with three drinks in his hands and she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Who'd you meet at the bar?" she asked with a smile.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her as he put the drinks down on their table. "What'd you mean?"

She pointed at the beers and margarita on the table in front of her. "Three drinks," she stated.

"Oh no," he shook his head as he plopped down in the chair next to her. "This is a human bar. I need to drink twice as much to even feel anything," he smirked.

"Okay," she laughed. "Just take it easy. Drinks that don't get you drunk cost money."

"Yeah, whatever. Lighten up, Kara."

He smiled at her and she saw that Mon-El that had been missing for a few days; the one that wasn't moody and on edge every five minutes; the one she had been worried about. They'd actually had normal conversations over their drinks, his hand slipping under the table to rest on her thigh, fingers drumming a random tap against the denim of her jeans, his other arm sliding around her chair to rest along her back.

He'd asked her about things she'd cared about; things she'd forgotten she'd mentioned, things that she'd thought he hadn't heard. He was smiling and kissing her neck, his hands wandering a little too much for their public locale, but she was too busy melting into his touch to really notice.

But all that changed when he got up for another beer.

He returned to the table just as she stood up, her smile growing as she looked behind him, her hand lifting in a wave. Mon-El spun around to see who she was gesturing at. He watched a guy across the bar dressed in a tucked in button down and slacks wave back at Kara, his face just as excited as hers. He turned back to Kara.

"Who's that guy you're waving at?" his voice was low as he moved toward her.

"Oh, that's Rick!" she continued to wave in his direction as she moved to get out of her seat.

"Rick?" he repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, he's been on vacation for a few weeks. I haven't seen him in a while."

Mon-El blinked back at her. "Seen him?" he repeated. "Seen him do what?"

"At CatCo," she eyed him strangely. "We work together at CatCo," she filled him in. "He went to Aruba!" she announced excitedly.

"Oh," he shrugged as he sat down in his seat again. "Whatever," he said before taking a long draw of his beer.

She saw Rick wave at her, signalling that she should go over to him. She smiled. "I think I'm gonna go say hi real quick," she nodded as she moved around their table, her hand sliding along his shoulders as she moved behind him. "I'll be right back."

He sat up straighter in his chair. "Kara?"

"Just a sec!" she assured him as she nearly skipped over to Rick.

He waited seven minutes. Seven minutes of her oohing and ahhing and gushing over Rick before he downed what was left of his second beer and stood from his chair. His hand angrily swiped at her purse, pulling it from her chair as he moved around the table. He stomped toward the laughing couple with purpose, skirting around the people who were on the dance floor or moving to and from the bar. How did she even notice him all the way over here?

He moved up behind her, neither of them spotting him approaching them at first. His hand collided with Kara's ass cheek harshly, at a strength that even she felt sting, the sound nearly echoing in their corner of the bar, heads turning toward them to see what caused the noise.

"Are we done here, babe?" he shouted loudly, anger thrown directly at Rick.

The term mortified couldn't even properly describe the look on Kara's face. She blinked up at Rick, not sure of what had even just happened. Rick was grimacing slightly and she could feel the eyes of the other bar patrons on her, Mon-El's outburst drawing the attention of those even several feet away.

He could have said those exact words in a hundred other ways that wouldn't have been so awful, but instead he used his booming voice, his prideful tone, his slap on her ass to gather the attention of a ton of people that didn't need to know her business.

"Mike," she grit her teeth as she turned to him, aware of the need for his human name at the bar he'd chosen. "Rick and I were having a conversation."

"No, Kara, don't worry about it. We'll keep catching up at work. I'm back on Wednesday," he smiled. "Sorry, Mike. Didn't mean to keep her away from your night out." He quickly moved back to the table with his friends where he'd originally stepped away from, all of them watching, a few of them chuckling lightly and Kara tore her purse from Mon-El's grasp.

"Of course you didn't," Mon-El called out at Rick's retreating form.

"I'm going home," she harshly whispered at him.

"Kara!" he called out as she quickly moved away from him.

People were staring. She could feel their eyes on her as she moved and she wished that there weren't so many humans around and that she could just speed away. She'd almost made it to the door when someone stood from their table. A bulky blonde man reached out, his hand landing on Kara's wrist and she stopped moving.

"Sweetheart," he spoke and she looked up at him, startled. "Come home with me. I'll treat you right," he grinned at her and she tugged her arm away from him.

"Hey!" she heard Mon-El's voice come loudly from behind her and she squeezed her eyes shut as she reluctantly waited for him to catch up with her. She could feel her face turning red, though she wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. The guy shoved his chair backwards as he moved to confront Mon-El. "Did you just touch her?!" Mon-El came running at the guy, both of his hands shoving him in the chest, the human flying backward and into the table behind him.

"Mo-Mike!" Kara quickly corrected herself as she grabbed at his arm, tugging him sharply back toward herself. "Stop! Don't hurt him!"

The guy stood up and came forward. "Oh, he's not gonna hurt me. I'm gonna punch his lights out!"

"Stop, Mike!" She had her hands pressed to his chest. Mon-El had his arm swung back, ready to punch the interfering man.

"Kara," he spat. "He grabbed you. I don't like that. I don't want people touching you." His eyes were nearly glowing with anger, his face tinged with red. One of her hands landed on his bicep, pushing his arm down, the other landing on his face, sliding against his cheek.

"It's okay," she said, her voice low. "I'm okay. I'm fine. You're fine. Let's just go home." His eyes moved downward, connecting with hers. A splash of red coloured each of his irises, flecks inside the gray, springing from the centre of each eye. "Home," she repeated as his arm finally fell. "Come on." He blinked a few times, as if it only suddenly occurred to him that she was standing there asking him to leave.

"Fine," he spat, his eyes focused on the human who was still on his toes and ready for a fight. "Stay away from my girl," he nearly growled at the guy who put his arms up in surrender.

"Fuck this, she's not worth it," he laughed loudly as he waved a hand in Kara's direction.

"Let's go," Kara repeated a final time as she turned Mon-El around, her hands at his back, pushing him toward the exit.

Once they'd finally made it outside, "Fuck that guy," he shouted, spinning around to face Kara. She looked up at him with an angry scowl on her face before she sped off.

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