Author: Ashley
Title: Losing Your Inhibitions
Rating: M - Mature
Part: 9/16
Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)
Word Count (Chapter): 3,396
Summary: "'Now what?' she asked as she turned around to face him with a grin. A grin broke out on his own face as he looked down at her. 'To the street,' he said. 'I have a surprise for you.' Her grin widened as she nearly skipped toward the exit. She moved out to the sidewalk and looked around. 'And?' she prodded further. 'Right here,' he stopped next to her and nodded. At a motorcycle. 'A motorcycle?' she questioned, eyebrows furrowed as she turned back to look at him. 'Our motorcycle,' he nodded excitedly." - 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 readers! Welcome back to another chapter.
Things are about to get a little crazy with Kara AND Mon-El being influenced by red rocks, so fasten your seatbelts, because we're in for a wild ride ;)
Warnings: Swearing and sexual themes in the following chapter. We're really going to be continuing to earn that M rating...
Chapter Nine: "I like you like this."
Kara could barely focus on her work, her mind running through the possible things that could have affected Mon-El. She kept debating with herself as to whether or not Red Kryptonite was really a possibility. It was almost noon and she was sitting on the edge of her seat waiting for the clock to tick over to twelve so that she could run off to the DEO. She was distracted in debating whether anyone would even notice if she took off fifteen minutes early when he walked up behind her.
"Working hard I see…" She felt herself shiver as his lips hovered at her ear, his words only a whisper against her skin. That was weird; a shiver that led to a rush through her extremities. She turned to look up at him from her place in her chair.
"Hey," she smiled. "What're you doing here?" she asked as she began to stand.
He smiled at her as he pinched the tiny red rock between his fingers as it sat at the bottom of the pocket in his jacket. "Lunch," he stated simply before pecking her lips.
She eyed him strangely as her eyes flicked up and down his form. He wore all black; a leather jacket over his torso that she didn't recognize.
"New jacket?" she asked, her hands landing on his shoulders before running down his chest.
He nodded with a grin. "I feel bad about last night…the things I said, the things I did, all that stuff at the bar. I want to make it up to you. So I'm taking you to lunch. Let's go."
She looked around the office. "Alright, but I only have an hour." She said it, but a part of her said screw it and just go have fun at lunch. "Where're we gonna go?" she asked excitedly.
"You'll see," he smirked as his hand landed on her lower back, guiding her in the direction of the elevators. When her back was to him, he called out, "Is this your sweater?" His hand reached out and picked up her cardigan.
"Of course it's my sweater," she answered hotly. "Why else would it be on my chair?"
He nearly laughed out loud. It was working already and he hadn't even planted it on her yet. "I want you to put it on," he said as he righted it for her.
"I don't get cold, Mon-El. Just leave it here." She turned away from him as she moved toward the elevators.
His hand dug into his pocket and he fished out the little red rock before sliding it into the tiny pocket in her cardigan. He caught up with her in front of the elevators, she having already pressed the call button.
His hand slid to the back of her shoulder, fingering the strap of her dress. "Kara, I want you to put on this sweater because I don't want people staring at your body…with all your stuff hanging out like that," he nodded at her in reference and she looked down at herself.
"My stuff isn't hanging out!" She returned, and his hand reached around her.
"Put on your damn sweater, Kara."
She turned her arms as he slipped the cardigan over her shoulders, her hands pushing through the sleeves and coming out the ends. She shivered as the fabric hugged her body. That was strange. Her eyebrows crinkled and she thought for a moment that a funny feeling slid through her veins again, a somewhat familiar and exciting rush spreading throughout her body, but she continued to shrug it off, moving to grab his hand instead. He kissed her cheek as the elevator arrived before pulling her into the box with a smirk that she didn't notice.
There were a few other people in the elevator and they had all stepped aside slightly in order to make room for them. Mon-El pulled Kara in front of himself, into the back corner and out of the way. His arms slid under her sweater and to her waist, his fingers tapping against the fabric of her dress as the elevator started to move. His hands slid further as the elevator stopped at another floor to pick up more passengers, moving along her hips and down to the hem of her dress. He stroked the fabric, sliding it between his fingers and thumbs on each hand before dipping them past the skirt. The elevator continued its descent and so did his hands; palms sliding along her thighs as he dragged her skirt upwards. Kara's hands moved toward her hips, pulling her dress back down and covering his wandering hands, but she didn't push him away. He grinned against her hair as his forehead fell to the back of her head.
His fingertips trailed along the edges of her panties, across her thighs on either side and along the curve of her ass. They were getting looks from the other people occupying the elevator on the ride down; them obviously knowing what his hands must be doing under the cover of her skirt. She let them watch. She didn't recognize them. She didn't care. When the elevator arrived at the lobby, the people exited quickly, grimacing and rolling their eyes as they moved into the lobby.
Kara shoved his hands out from under her dress as she stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. "Now what?" she asked as she turned around to face him with a grin.
A grin broke out on his own face as he looked down at her. "To the street," he said. "I have a surprise for you."
Her grin widened as she nearly skipped toward the exit. She moved out to the sidewalk and looked around.
"And?" she prodded further.
"Right here," he stopped next to her and nodded. At a motorcycle.
"A motorcycle?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed as she turned back to look at him.
"Our motorcycle," he nodded excitedly.
"When did you get a motorcycle? Why did you get a motorcycle?"
"This morning. And because it's cool," he smirked as his hand moved to wipe at a scuff mark along a metal piece on the side of the bike.
"You know we have superspeed, right? And I can fly?" she laughed as she moved to get on the bike.
"That doesn't make motorcycles uncool…"
She leaned into the bike, her hands on each of the handles. "Get on," she smiled.
"Nu uh," he shook his head. "Slide back."
"You said it was our bike…" He just stared back at her as he waited for her to move.
She sighed disappointedly as she slid back into the passenger seat and he handed her a helmet.
"You do understand the concept of superpowers right?" she cocked an eyebrow at him as she held up the helmet in reference.
"Put it on…like humans do. I don't want to attract attention when we're doing things we shouldn't be doing," he smirked. "I want people to leave us alone."
"Where are we going?" she asked again as she got the small helmet settled on her head and snapped the chin strap.
"For lunch," he answered simply. "In Metropolis."
She laughed loudly. "Metropolis? On a motorcycle? You know that we could run there in five seconds…"
"But, Kara," he whined. "This is a motorcycle! Don't ruin this for me."
She shook her head. "Okay, yeah, fine. I get it. Hurry up and drive," she grinned as she watched him put his own helmet on his head, snapping the strap around his chin.
"Hold on," he smirked as he moved into the driver's seat. Her hands moved to his torso under his leather jacket, sliding to wrap around him securely, her fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.
He revved up the bike engine and she giggled. "Okay," she admitted as a rush of red hit her cheeks, sliding through the veins of her face briefly before disappearing. "This is pretty cool."
And then they were off, speeding through downtown and to the road out of the city. It must have been the time of day, but there were no other cars on the road, just their bike flying down the asphalt.
Kara's body was pressed tightly up against his, her arms still gripping onto his torso. Her hands were underneath his jacket, when her fingers released the fabric of his shirt, sliding lower and underneath it and resting directly against his skin. She leaned in close to him, her chin sitting on his shoulder as her hands stroked across his skin.
"Why are we on this old road and not on the highway?" she spoke loudly into his ear.
"Too many people," he responded. "Too much traffic and we can't go as fast there as we can here." He emphasized his point as he revved the engine a little faster.
"I see," she returned, her fingernails scratching through the patch of hair around his bellybutton teasingly. "So we're alone…" It would have sounded sexy, but she was nearly screaming in his ear over the sound of the wind and the engine.
He laughed as the bike sped up. "Apparently we are," he returned, a lot quieter, her superhearing picking up the words without even trying.
"Well, you know what I like to do when we're alone," she was quieter herself that time, her teeth scraping gently across the side of his neck as she nipped at him.
"Kara," he warned. "I'm driving here…"
Her hand slid along the waist of his jeans, her fingers starting to slip past the band and search for him inside his pants. Her tongue slid out as she tried to lick at his earlobe only barely peeking out from under the cover of his helmet.
Then all of a sudden he was pulling over harshly, the bike darting off the road and tearing through the grass of the field next to them. She yelped as she gripped onto him, nearly falling off the bike. Once they slowed to a stop she leaned into his back again.
"Why are we stopping?" she pouted at his ear.
He shrugged her off of himself and stood. "Have you ever been fucked against a motorcycle, Kara?" he asked as he looked down at her.
Her eyes darkened as they met his. "What?"
"You heard me," he insisted as he took off his helmet.
"No," she shook her head "I haven't."
"Well, you're about to be," he stated. "Get up."
She blinked up at him before she took off her own helmet and hopped down from the bike. He secured it in the grass as much as he could before telling her, "Turn around and put your hands on the seat."
She smirked as she turned around easily, shrugging her shoulders as she shook her sweater from her torso, sliding it off and draping it across the back of the motorcycle.
"I wouldn't bother with wasting time taking anything off," he said at her ear, his hands landing on her shoulders.
"Why not?" she asked back at a whisper.
"Not needed," he assured her, his hands slid down her back and along her spine, over the curve of her ass and to the edge of her dress. "I can just…" he flipped the bottom edge of her dress up, smoothing the fabric along her lower back. His hands traced the edges of her panties, sliding along her ass cheeks in the same way that they did in the elevator. "And then I can just pull these…" his fingers hooked into the sides of the fabric before pulling them down, letting them fall to her ankles.
She stepped out of them, kicking them aside lightly before arching her back, leaning forward and onto the bike, canting her hips as his hands slid across her naked skin.
"Perfect," he breathed as he cupped her in his palms.
One of his hands moved to his mouth as he wet his fingers before moving them between her legs, sliding against her sex. His other hand moved to his jeans, his fingers quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the fly before he pulled himself out, the waistband of his jeans and boxers trapped at his thighs. He leaned into her, his lips at her ear as he hummed. "You ready for me?" he asked, tapping the tip of his cock against her ass before sliding his shaft between her cheeks.
She groaned as she nodded and used her arms to secure her stance against the bike.
"Oh," he leaned back so that he stood upright behind her. "Are you expecting to have to anchor yourself down here?"
She turned slightly to look up at him, a new glint in her eye that he knew could only be caused by the red rock sitting in the pocket of the sweater at her elbows. "Well, you said fuck so…"
He chuckled lightly. "I did."
His hands fell to her hips, angling her body in his favour before he pushed into her, smoothly, quickly, his own hips pressing against her body tightly as he pushed his whole length inside of her.
She groaned when he was buried to the hilt. "You always fill all of me," she whined against her arms as she moved to lean on the bike seat.
He watched her adjust her position before he started to move, his hips flexing against her as his hands pushed more of her dress upward in attempts to reveal more of her body to him. His hands slid around her waist, thumbs at her back and fingers splayed across the sides of her abdomen. He then started to move faster, his hands pulling her body to him as he pushed forward into her aggressively. One would think he was angry considering how hard their bodies were meeting, but he was relishing in the way she was responding while under the influence of the red rock. Her body was pushing back against him just as hard, his cock driving deeper into her than he could ever remember.
"I like you like this," he said through gritted teeth, his hands tightening on her waist.
"Like what?" she huffed back the question.
"Like this," his hand came down on her ass cheek, the slapping sound surprisingly loud. "So willing and ready for me, in the middle of a field on the side of the road. No hesitation. No doubts. No pushing me away."
"You mean more like you've been all week," she laughed loudly.
"Exactly," he grinned as he moved.
It wasn't long before she was moaning against the motorcycle, her forehead flat against the leather seat when he suddenly pulled out of her. She moved to look at him and he spun her around before lifting her. He moved her onto her back on the seat, her lower half hanging off the edge, her spine curving around the seat.
She pulled up her own dress, getting it out of the way, the end of the skirt high at her breasts as she tried to balance on the thin seat. He slid back inside of her, his hands moving to her stomach, his fingertips tracing along the underside of her breasts, trailing along the wire of her bra as he watched her skin flush in front of him.
"You're beautiful," he whispered suddenly, watching as his hands moved along her skin. "Isn't this better? Being free like this?"
She nodded her heard, her eyes squeezed shut.
"I knew that damn rock was a good idea."
Her eyes flew open. "Is that what this is?"
He didn't answer her, his hips picking up speed as he felt how close he was. His hand moved between them, thumb moving across her clit quickly. She cried out and he grinned, his thumb applying more pressure as he watched her squirm against the motorcycle. He'd always wanted a motorcycle and this was definitely a worthy reason for getting one.
He watched as her back arched and she almost fell off the bike. His arms wrapped around her waist as she panted against him, her climax quick and sneaking up on her. Her walls clenched around him and he groaned as he stopped thrusting. He lifted her from the bike, holding her in his arms for a second before he placed her feet on the ground beneath them. He slid out of her and spun around, his hand gripping and stroking his cock almost aggressively before he came, shooting into the grass. She watched his back arching, his ass cheeks clenching, his thighs shaking as he huffed out short breaths. Her eyes moved up and down his form as she watched him come down.
"You know I'd rather you come inside me," she pouted and he shook his head.
"Not on the bike."
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "So, we can have all kinds of dirty sex on the bike, but you can't co-"
"Exactly. Fix your clothes." He was already pulling up his jeans and readjusting himself.
"How much did you pay for it anyway?" she asked, her hands moving to tug her underwear back on.
"Who said I paid for it?" he grinned as he walked back toward her.
She shook her head with a laugh. "You're quite the shoplifter now, aren't you?"
"Superspeed helps. And super strength. I just picked it up and ran. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before." He moved to put his helmet back on and nodded at her helmet sitting on the grass next to them. "Let's go."
They both hopped back on the bike and slid into their seats, Kara's sweater being pushed back behind her. "How fast do you think we'll get there?"
He shrugged as he revved up the motorcycle again and turned back onto the road. "I dunno. I've never driven to Metropolis. But so long as we go fifty or sixty above the speed limit," he glanced back and smirked at her, "we'll get there in no time."
They hadn't been driving long, Kara leaning into his back, her cheek pressed to the back of his shoulder when the bike suddenly skidded. Luckily there were no other cars on the old back road he'd chosen because Mon-El lost control and they hit the ground hard, sliding across the yellow line and into the ditch on the opposite side of the road.
When the bike had stopped moving, Mon-El flipped it, standing upright and pulling Kara from the ground. "What the fuck?" he asked her angrily as he took in the damaged bike.
"Where'd you learn to drive?" she asked exasperated as she ran her hands across her dress to straighten the fabric that was now smeared with dirt and grass, some tears along the sides from the skid against the asphalt.
He shrugged, "Nowhere."
She looked up at him. "This was your first time driving?"
"A motorcycle on Earth? Yeah, obviously," he scowled at her as he crouched down to look at the side of the bike.
"Well then that's obviously why you crashed it. Now we're gonna have to run all the way to Metropolis."
He growled at her as he tugged her toward him. His hand grabbed her chin as he directed her gaze to the back tire. The tire with a light pink cardigan trapped between it and the underside of the bike.
"Your fucking sweater destroyed my bike." He let go of her chin. "I told you not to take anything off."
"I took that off before you said anything about it!" she returned.
He sighed loudly. "Whatever. Can we just go to lunch now?"
"I'm not going to lunch looking like this," she looked down at her dress. "I'm a mess and it's all your fault," she growled as her angry eyes met his.
"Ugh, I'll take you shopping. We'll get you something to wear. Let's just go already!"
She looked back at the totaled motorcycle. "But my sweater!" she pointed at the tire of the bike where the garment was still trapped. His hand reached into the pocket, pulling out his favourite new accessory and sliding it into his jeans pocket.
"Rao, Kara, it's a mess. Just leave it. Come on," he grabbed her hand and they sped off in the direction of Metropolis.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear what you're thinking so far - we're now just past the halfway point (already!?)!
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