Author: Ashley

Title: Losing Your Inhibitions

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 11/16

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

Word Count (Chapter): 3,265

Summary: "They barely made it back to the apartment, her lips sealed to his when his back crashed into the front door so hard that the lock broke, the wood flying open, the doorframe fraying where the lock once held tight. They laughed as they slammed the door shut behind them and stumbled into the apartment, tripping over each other's feet before knocking over a chair that was left a little too far out and away from the kitchen table. The phone was ringing repeatedly and Kara pulled the cord from the wall to silence it." - 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: Happy Monday everyone! Annnnd Happy Last Monday of Hiatus! Whew, we're almost there.

Enjoy this update, but be warned of f-bombs, sexual themes and (hopefully believable) geology!

(Also, please keep in mind this fic was started before S3 started airing.)

Chapter Eleven: "How are you going to make me happy, Kara?"

Tuesday

"Hey Winn," Alex greeted as she walked into the DEO lab. "How's it going?" she nodded at the rock sitting on the examination table in front of him. "Figure out anything new?"

Winn shook his head as he plopped down on the stool next to the table. "Nah, I still have no clue what this is."

"I thought it was lead?" Alex crinkled her nose as she moved toward him, peering over his shoulder at the rock.

"Well, yeah, that's all I could figure out. This is minium," he announced proudly.

"Minium?" Alex returned.

"Yes, minium. It's a natural form of lead tetroxide, often referred to as 'red lead'."

"How come I've never seen it before?" she asked.

"Because it's pretty rare actually. It's been found in lead-mineral deposits where there's been severe oxidizing conditions. I read that it can happen as a result of mine fires."

"So this is normal? A natural mineral?"

"Well, minium is a natural mineral, but see this?" He dragged a gloved finger along the outer side of the rock, running along the tip of a pointed dark red piece. "I don't know what this is."

"Didn't you say it was called 'red lead'?" Alex furrowed her eyebrows at him before looking back to the red piece he had pointed out. "It's red…"

"Yeah, but not this red. It shouldn't be this dark. Minium is supposed to be lighter or brighter, almost orange. Not this deep of a red. I've taken off a chunk of the red stuff. I'm gonna analyze that next," he hooked his thumb behind him, a piece of the rock sitting on the counter next to a microscope hooked up to a laptop.

"Well, keep me posted," she patted him on the back before stepping toward the door.

"Will do."

Alex had made it all the way to the doorway before he called out to her again.

"Alex!" He stood from the stool and moved to a counter against the wall. "You forgot your phone here this morning," he picked up her cell phone in reference. "You left it on the lab table. I think you have a few missed calls."

"Oh crap, thanks," she moved to take it from him. "I didn't even notice."

She pressed the button and the screen lit up. Two missed calls. One voicemail message. New text message. She swiped and opened her phone as she moved back toward the doorway. The first missed call was from Maggie; a text also left for her about her likely having to work through dinner tonight. Her other missed call was from Kara. Must be that voicemail message. She held her phone to her ear as she brought up her voicemail.

"Hey, Alex. I don't know if you have your phone on you or what, but I think something's wrong with Mon-El. Call me when you can, but I'll just come and see you on my lunch break and try to fill you in. Love you, bye."

She furrowed her eyebrows before looking down at her watch. 2:27pm. It was well past lunch time. Definitely well past Kara's typical CatCo lunch time. She was pretty sure she hadn't missed her and there was no second call or text telling her she'd be running late.

She dialed Kara's number and waited. She listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. She didn't bother leaving a message, instead just hanging up and sliding her phone into her back pocket. She turned back around and walked into the lab again. "Winn," she called out upon crossing through the doorway. "Has Kara stopped by today yet?"

He looked up from the examination table. "Nope, not that I know of at least. But I've been in here most of the day. Why?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. She just said she was going to stop by. Wanted to talk about something. I'll track her down. See ya," she waved as she left, Winn's own hand raising in a quick wave before he got back to work.

Alex asked around the DEO if anyone had seen Supergirl today, but she came up empty. J'onn said he hadn't talked to her at all today, so Alex decided to stop in at CatCo to see what was going on.

Kara's desk was empty when Alex got there; the reporter pen a hub of activity without her. She moved toward James' office, smiling at Eve as she waved her in.

"James," she greeted him as she walked into his office.

"Alex," he smiled, "what brings you to CatCo this afternoon?" he asked as he sat down in his desk chair.

"Kara. Well, a lack thereof actually…" James furrowed his eyebrows at her, obviously confused. "I just…have you seen her lately? She called me and told me she wanted to talk about something. She said she'd drop by the DEO at lunch, but then she never did. At least I'm pretty sure she never did. Nobody's seen her, and then I come here and she's not at her desk." She stopped rambling and her eyes met his. "Have you seen her?"

James shook his head. "She did go out for lunch I think. I saw her leaving with Mon-El, but I don't remember seeing her come back. Snapper was wandering around looking for her for a while, so I don't think she's on assignment. I just thought she might be out as Supergirl. Is everything okay?"

Alex furrowed her eyebrows slightly. With Mon-El? "I think so? She just left me a voicemail saying she'd drop by and never did, so maybe she just got tied up with something and didn't have time to call. Just…can you let me know if you see her?"

James nodded. "Of course. I'll keep an eye out."

Alex nodded back with a smile. "Thanks, James." Then something caught her eye above James' head. A news story moving across one of the televisions behind him.

Abandoned motorcycle found on road outside National City

The camera zoomed in on the motorcycle lying on its side in the ditch. The banner spanning the bottom of the screen changed.

Police looking for owner in case of injury

James watched as Alex's eyebrows furrowed while she stared at the television. "Alex?" He turned around to see what she was eyeing so strangely. "Oh, yeah. That bike looks pretty rough doesn't it? Must have been a pretty bad accident. They didn't find any crash victims though. Or another vehicle. You really gotta know how to drive one of those things before you just take off on a road trip." James shook his head.

"Yeah," Alex agreed, her eyes squinted at the TV. "Looks pretty rough." Then her eyes widened as she noticed a pale pink cardigan lodged in between the bike and the back tire. She recognized that sweater as the camera zoomed in on it. She was pretty sure it was Kara's sweater because she'd bought her a sweater just like it last Christmas. The buttons had the same detailing, the edge trim similar. Albeit, the bike had damaged it a bit, but she could swear that it was the same sweater.

"Alex?" James stood from his chair. "Are you okay?"

Alex shook her head quickly to knock herself out of her minor trance. "Yeah, James, sorry. I'm okay. It's just-" She paused. Maybe it would be best to keep people out of this until she knew what was actually going on here. "Don't worry about it. Just, if you hear from Kara-"

"I'll give you a shout," he smiled.

"Thanks," she nodded before she turned and left.

Now, to get to the bottom of this…

She pulled her phone from her back pocket and quickly dialed Winn. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hey Alex, did you find Kara?"

Alex shook her head even though she knew he couldn't see her. She pressed the call button for the elevator. "Not yet," she answered. "Are you at your desk?"

"Funny thing, I just sat-"

"Can you look up a licence plate for me in our databases?"

"Oh, okay, we're jumping right in here then. Of course. Hit me."

"Plate number 17V5864."

"Sure thing," he answered and she heard him typing away.

"That sounds like a…yup, that's a motorcycle plate. It's registered to a motorcycle that…huh."

"Huh? Huh what?"

"It's registered to a motorcycle that was reported stolen about twenty minutes ago…" he stated confusedly.

"Thanks, Winn."

"Where'd you-"

"I'll call you later." She quickly hung up the phone before he could say anything more.

She had to get to the bottom of this. If something was wrong with Mon-El and he was stealing motorcycles and crashing them, and Kara was with him while he was doing it…she needed to figure out what the heck was going on. Why was Kara going along with it? What kind of trouble were they in? Was Mon-El on to her? On to the fact that Kara had called her and was looking for help with him? She needed answers. The elevator finally arrived, the bell dinging as the doors opened and she rushed inside, set on getting over to Kara's apartment and finding out where she could possibly be.

They barely made it back to the apartment, her lips sealed to his when his back crashed into the front door so hard that the lock broke, the wood flying open, the doorframe fraying where the lock once held tight. They laughed as they slammed the door shut behind them and stumbled into the apartment, tripping over each other's feet before knocking over a chair that was left a little too far out and away from the kitchen table. The phone was ringing repeatedly and Kara pulled the cord from the wall to silence it.

Mon-El's hands were grabbing at her clothes, nearly ripping the new, stolen outfit from her body, his eyes eager to rake along her body; to see her ass cupped in those new panties he favoured so much already. She was down to her underwear and they were halfway to the bed when suddenly she shoved at him. He felt himself flying backward with the force of her push and he landed on his ass on the bed, his body bouncing comically on the mattress, his eyes wide as he stared at her across the room.

"Aggressive, are we?" he asked with a smirk.

"You were the one nearly tearing my clothes from my body two seconds ago," she responded, her arm reaching behind herself and she moved to unhook her bra.

"Leave that on," he said of the sheer bra that he could see through anyway. "And don't you dare take those panties off," he warned and she nodded.

"I didn't plan to." She moved closer to him, stalked almost, eyeing his form hungrily as she advanced on him. He was ridding himself of the rest of his clothes while he watched her move toward him.

"How are you going to make me happy, Kara?" He asked, his voice deep, low, and a rush of red slid through his irises. She grinned widely.

"I'm going to fuck you while in these panties like you wanted me to."

"You're going to fuck me?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as she shoved at his shoulders, urging him to lay back on the bed. He growled lightly. "I don't think it works like that."

"Oh, but it does," she answered simply as she mounted him, her thighs on either side of his body as she moved to grab his cock. "I'm stronger than you, remember? I could do whatever I wanted to you. Not that you'd complain in the slightest." She leaned in, her nose nudging his. "I'd fuck you so good you'd be begging me for more." She smirked and his hands gripped at her cheeks. Long gone was the Kara of this morning; the innocent, sometimes shy even, girl that he loved. He loved that girl, but this girl…this was what he wanted right now. He watched the veins of her cheeks light up with the red that was quickly becoming his new favourite shade. He could very easily get used to this Kara.

"Well," he started, pulling her face toward him in a kiss. "Are you going to fuck me or not?" he breathed against her lips.

She smirked before backing away, her hand moving quickly along his already hardened cock. Her thumb ran across his head, teasing the opening before her hand stroked down his length.

His hand landed on hers. "First, put me in your mouth," he told her. There seemed to be no room for discussion.

"Foreplay?" she asked before shaking her head. "You don't need any." She shook his hand off of hers.

"Kara," he growled and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Only because I want to. What I don't want is you ordering me around." Her other hand gripped at his balls tightly and he jumped.

Okay, so this Kara was a harder personality. He could probably do without that part…

"No ordering around," he nodded.

She slid down his body, her hands trailing down to his thighs, moving his legs far enough apart to get her body between them. She slowly took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him before sliding him deeper down her throat. He sat upright, his hands stroking through her hair, pushing it away so that he could get a better view of her. Her hands moved up his thighs, sliding along to his back, resting at his hips as she continued to move her mouth along him.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she dropped him from her mouth, his cock bouncing slightly in the air as he sat rigid. She batted her eyelashes at him and he groaned. Her tongue slid out, curling and cupping the tip of his cock as she pulled him back into her mouth, her fingertips gripping at his ass, proving she accomplished the feat without hands.

"Fuck, Kara," he groaned, his fingers pulling tightly at the strands of her hair.

She pulled her head backwards, her lips releasing him with a pop as she sat upright. "Don't want this to end so soon," she stated as she pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to lie down once more. She moved on top of him again, her thighs pressed tightly to his as she stroked his cock quickly.

"Ready to be fucked?" she asked and he almost asked her to repeat herself; the statement sounding so new to his ears, having never come from her mouth in that way before.

She didn't wait for him to sort out his thoughts and answer her; she only held him briefly, stroking the tip of his cock along the edges of the opening in her panties, before sinking down on him. She took him inside of her fully, her body resting tightly against his, his hands gripping her hips.

Her head rolled back as she ground against him and moaned. "Mon-El, you're so-"

He thrust upward suddenly and she bounced in his lap, crying out as he knocked deeper inside of her, something she thought wasn't even possible at that point. "Deep," he said. "I know."

She started to move above him, her hips flexing as she slid forward and back on top of him, grinding in circles against him. His hands slid underneath her, gripping her ass as he lifted her. She growled at him, her hands grabbing his wrists and pulling at him. She pushed his wrists to lay flat on the bed near his head as she began to move for herself.

She groaned loudly as she felt her walls squeezing around him already as she moved, light fluttering before a stronger clench. He grit his teeth together and let out a low, "Kara," before nodding at her hand and she let go of his wrists, realizing that she was holding him away from touching her. His hands rushed to her body, sliding up her torso and around her back.

"Harder," he instructed and she did, almost automatically, her legs lifting her before slamming herself back onto him. A while later she was panting above him, small moans escaping her lips as he watched her move. "Faster, Kara," he said. "Give me everything you've got."

"I'll break this bed if I go any faster."

"Then break this bed," he shrugged against the mattress. "I thought we were fucking, weren't we?" She watched the red glow rush through his irises again and she could almost feel her own eyes doing the same, her cheeks burning hot, but she wasn't sure if it was from desire or the exposure to Red Kryptonite he'd told her was running through her veins.

She began to move faster on top of him, fully in super speed by now. He was groaning, her name falling from his lips in warning before he came inside of her, fingers gripping at her back so hard that there were nail indentations briefly in her skin. She moaned as she felt him release inside of her, her hands falling to his chest for balance as she leaned over him. She was grinding against him forcefully, her pelvic bone crashing against his as she moved. His hand slid between them, moving around the opening of the panties she still kept on, roughly moving against her clit as he urged her toward her own climax. It wasn't long before she cried out above him, her eyebrows furrowing together as she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth dropping open completely as she came. Suddenly, the bed moved, landing on an angle as Kara fumbled above him, their bodies both sliding closer to the foot of the bed.

He laughed loudly and her head spun around as she looked toward the end of the bed. One of the legs at the corner had cracked under the pressure, breaking off and leaving the bed to hit the floor beneath it. She turned around with a sated smile on her face. "Missing accomplished," she whispered.

His hand came up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear before she leaned in to kiss him.

"How'd those panties work for you?" She asked breathlessly against his lips. He nodded against her.

"They worked. Not all that amazing and probably not worth the money, but this easy access hole," his hand slid along the edges of the opening around their connected bodies, "is pretty convenient."

She backed away from him slightly and he slid out of her. His hands trailed up her sides, moving to her front. He ran his thumbs across her nipples, watching as the buds darkened and peaked further behind the netting of the sheer bra she still had on.

"This bra is actually getting comfortable though," she told him and his hands moved up her back to the back of her shoulders, pulling her backwards to lean away from him. His head ducked down, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking the bud into the warmth of his mouth and she arched her back, pushing her chest against him further.

She sighed as his tongue worked against her through the bra, her hands sliding through his hair. Suddenly her ears perked up. Her hands moved to his cheeks, pulling his face from her chest. Her voice was at a whisper.

"What was that?"

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