Author: Ashley

Title: Losing Your Inhibitions

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 10/16

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

Word Count (Chapter): 1,911

Summary: "'Speaking of shopping…' he started and she eyed him strangely. 'You know what else I'd like to do before lunch?' He nodded in the direction of the store opposite to where her ruined dress was now hanging. A lingerie store." - 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 guys,

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Just a little quickie for you all...

...with a couple of (probably NSFW) visual aids...BUUUUUT FF doesn't allow links on their site, so for full direct links you can find the link to the AO3 posting of this chapter on my Twitter and the links will be up there.

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Chapter Ten: "This doesn't look practical at all."

Tuesday

They stopped at the first shopping centre they saw on their way into Metropolis. They had walked through the hallways looking in all of the storefronts inside the mall until they found a mannequin displaying the perfect outfit; one that they both even agreed on at first glance. Mon-El told her to take it; the denim and leather propped up on the lifeless statue. So she did. She speed-dressed into the outfit, hanging her own ruined pink dress up in its place on the mannequin.

"Perfect," he sighed as she appeared fully changed next to him.

She looked down at herself. "It'll replace the other jeans you destroyed, too," she rolled her eyes at him.

"Speaking of shopping…" he started and she eyed him strangely. "You know what else I'd like to do before lunch?" He nodded in the direction of the store opposite to where her ruined dress was now hanging.

A lingerie store.

"You do realize that as much as you want it to happen, I'm not wearing only lingerie to lunch, right?" she said to him, her eyes meeting his as she laughed.

"Well, yeah," he agreed. "I wouldn't want everyone in the restaurant staring at you half naked anyway. But at home, I want you at least half naked, all the time." He grinned and she rolled her eyes again. "Let's get something…or better yet, a couple of somethings for when we get home." He paused as he waited for her to respond. When she didn't, "Kara, for me?"

She finally nodded and let him drag her into the store behind him.

He walked in the direction of the changing rooms, his hands grabbing at things on hangers as they went; bras, panties, garters, plenty of sheer things; nothing she needed and everything that he wanted. When he finally stopped moving, they were standing directly in front of the change room area, the store associate eyeing him strangely.

"My girlfriend wants to try these on," he said simply, nudging Kara in front of him, his arm holding out the bunch of hangers for her to take.

"Okay," the associate nodded at him before turning around. "Room 3," she pointed toward the door before looking back at Kara.

Kara took the hangers from Mon-El before moving toward the empty room.

"I'll keep looking," he said before turning away.

"Sure, whatever," she shrugged as she closed the door behind her.

He hadn't gone browsing long, quickly realizing that the most fun part of this trip would actually be watching her try on what he'd picked from the shelves. On his walk back to the changing rooms, a sealed packet hanging on a rack on the wall caught his attention, the pictures of the woman on the front of the packaging having caught his eye. He shoved it inside his jacket, arm balancing it against his chest as he continued back toward the changing rooms.

Before he'd arrived back, he'd noticed that the store associate was still standing there. He looked around the store. It was small and there were only two people working there; one behind the cash register dealing with the lineup and this associate standing in between him and Kara's changing room. He quickly sped to the front of the store and back, the package in his jacket setting off the security alarms as he'd crossed over the store entrance. He appeared back in front of the change room associate.

"I think someone took off out the store with something," he shrugged.

She quickly moved past him and to the front of the store and he continued on his way to Room 3. He heard shuffling inside the room and he opened the door, letting himself inside the small area. He watched as Kara was bent over in front of him, picking up a set that had fallen to the floor. Lucky for him that she was still wearing one of his favourite pair of lacy panties from home. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out and cupping her behind.

"I found something better than these old things," he said, his hands stroking along the lace cupping her ass cheeks. Her breasts were already wrapped tightly in one of his choices from the store; a sheer black bra that he was able to see right through, lace running down the centre of each cup, barely hiding her nipples beneath the design, a bow at the back to tie it on. "But I do like that one," he nodded at her body. "We'll keep it, too." He ripped the price tag off of the side and dropped it to the floor.

His hand moved inside his jacket, pulling out the packet he'd taken from the wall outside. "I want you to wear this for me."

She looked down at the package in his hand, her eyes widening as she looked at the woman on the front. She took it from his hands. "What is this?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Underwear," he laughed.

"This doesn't look practical at all." She pointed at the picture. "How am I supposed to tie that bow while I'm wearing them?"

"You tied the one of your back quite easily just now, didn't you?"

"But why is there a hole at the bottom?"

"For sex, Kara," he stated simply.

She paused for a minute, seemingly considering the idea. "Oh," she said quietly. "Right, of course."

"So you can keep them on while we have sex-"

"Yeah, Mon-El, I get it, thanks." She eyed the picture again. "But it doesn't match the bra…"

"They're both black and they both have bows. Close enough. Besides, they're for me. And I want them. I want you to wear them." His arms wrapped around her waist. "Put it on now. I want to see." Her eyes met his in the mirror in front of them, his chin resting on her shoulder as he smirked at her.

Her hands tore at the packaging, ripping it open and taking the black thong out. Her fingers ran over the satin ribbon tie at the back before poking through the slit at the underside. His hands slid inside of the waistband of the panties she currently wore, beginning to tug them down for her. When they had fallen to the floor, she kicked them aside before stepping into the new ones, sliding them up to her hips, wiggling slightly as she tried to get them to sit properly.

"This doesn't feel all that comfortable," she stated, eyeing her reflection.

His hand slid around her body, fingers sliding down between her legs. "It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to be sexy and make me happy."

"Oh, well then, I'm all about making you happy, aren't I?"

"You should be," he stated, his fingers sliding along the satin strands at the back before tying them up in a neat bow before spanking her cheeks with both hands. "I could make you happy right now…and you could make me happy when we get home," he suggested, but his fingers were already beginning to move against her, teasing the lips of her sex, fingertips flicking against her clit through the opening in the fabric. She leaned back into him, her back meeting his chest, her legs spreading wider to allow his hand to move easier between them.

His fingers slid through her wetness before dipping into her smoothly, two digits moving quickly inside of her through the hole in the garment. One arm moved to cup the back of his neck, holding him close to her as his teeth nipped at her earlobe. Her other hand grabbed at his wrist, feeling the tendons ripple beneath his skin as he moved his hand.

He curled his fingers inside of her and she let out a whine; high pitched and surprisingly loud. His other hand moved from her hip to her mouth, his pointer finger sliding along her bottom lip. "You gonna be loud for me?" he asked at her ear, his voice low and husky.

Her head fell back and she nodded against his shoulder. "Yeah," she whimpered.

"Good girl," he sighed and then his hand began to move faster, fingers deep, his palm slapping against her, the sound muffled by the black lace she kept on. Her grip on his wrist and neck tightened almost uncomfortably as she let out a drawn out moan.

"Right there, oh Rao, that's it." Her voice was loud and he knew what he'd asked for, but he didn't expect her voice to be so clear, so outright. Thank Rao for Red Kryptonite.

"Come for me baby," he said, "I know you're close already. You sound like it."

"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth. He felt her walls fluttering lightly around his fingers and he grinned.

"Are you coming for me, Kara?" She was practically sitting on his knee, it being the only thing holding her up, her legs starting to weaken as she was brought to the edge. She nodded and he shook his head. "Tell me."

"Mmph," she groaned, "I'm coming, Mon-El, don't stop," her eyes slid closed. "Don't stop," she repeated, her voice pleading with him.

"That's it," he coaxed her. "Almost there," his thumb flicked across her clit; up and down, side to side, so quickly he was almost concerned it would be painful. She cried out loudly, a gasp with an Oh Rao on her lips and his hand stilled as he felt her walls clamping down around his fingers, clenching and pulling at his digits.

"Excuse me," they heard a knock on the change room door, only then really remembering where they actually were. His fingers were still buried inside of her when she responded.

"Just a minute, Miss." Her voice was stable, calm and he was proud of her for it. "Just have to finish getting dressed."

"Ma'am, are you alone in there?" the timid voice asked. "Only one person is permitted in the change room at a time…" she continued.

Then his fingers were sliding out of her before he picked up an armful of her clothes, an arm then wrapping around her tightly. The door swung open, the store associate nearly being knocked over with the confusing rush of wind. Suddenly they were in the parking lot, cackling loudly as Kara adjusted her new clothes back on her body.

"Look at that," he laughed. "A whole new outfit, lingerie set and an orgasm, all without actually getting caught." He grinned at her as he watched her adjusting her breasts inside her top.

"Well, I don't think the bra fits properly. And the hole in this thong is annoying me," she squirmed as they stood in the middle of the parking lot.

"Well, let's go home. You can make me happy by letting me rip it all off of you in our bed."

"I thought we were going to lunch in Metropolis…" she pouted.

"Another time," he started, grabbing at her hand. "Fly us home now. We'll get there faster than running."

"But I'm hungry," she growled.

"So am I," he growled back, his hand cupping her sex through her jeans. "Home, Kara. I'll pick up something for you something later."

"Fine," he huffed. "Pizza AND potstickers though."

"Whatever. Come on," he nudged her.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly before taking off into the sky.

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