So this is my first attempt writing Karamel. I thought it was only fair to contribute to the growing collections of fics for these two. Hope you like it, and if there's any particular ideas or prompts you'd like to suggest, feel free to do so in the comments!

The underground alien dive bar, a place that quickly became a favourite of the group's, was a little more crowded than usual for a Friday night, their regular booth taken by a group of rowdy aliens who were huddled over a pile of cards and playing chips. They had managed to find a table in the back, tucked away in the corner and away from some of the more inebriated patrons, of which had luckily just been vacated by a young couple.

Alex was in the middle of telling Maggie about the time Kara accidentally cracked the backboard of the school's basketball court when they were in high school, all because she was trying to impress some boy in gym class and threw the ball a little too powerfully. The laughs coming from the girls pulled Mon-El's attention from his conversation with Winn and James in time to hear Kara try and deny it by saying it was because she had simply misjudged the distance from the hoop, but the small blush on her cheeks said otherwise. He was a little lost, but that didn't stop him from letting out a quiet laugh when he saw Kara accept defeat and throw back the remainder of her drink.

"I need another drink," Kara stated as she wiped the corner of her mouth, "next round's on me." She said as she scooted passed Alex and out of the booth.

Kara made her way over to the bar where Darla was busy serving a pair of blue aliens, leaning on the counter while she waited for her to finish up with them.

"I didn't know you played basketball" Mon-El said as he slid in next to her and rested an arm on the counter so he was facing her.

"I don't." She turned to look at him and saw the small smile on his face and a devious twinkle in his eyes, causing hers to narrow slightly as she wondered where he was going with this.

"That's not what I heard. Alex practically sung your praises over there just after you left." He pursed his lips, trying not to give anything away and maintain his poker face.

Okay, that made her scoff, "Really? I doubt that." That was a big fat lie. She barely even knew the rules of the game, never mind played it.

"No, it's true," Mon-El told her with a soft smile, mimicking her posture before nudging her arm lightly with his. "You know I've recently come to like basketball. We should play sometime."

She didn't really know what to say to that. Kara pushed her glasses up before meeting his gaze again, "Ugh, sure. I mean, I don't really remember the-"

"Great!" he cut in. There was a short pause before he continued, and that's when she noticed the devious look return again, "Then again, maybe we should play something else. I don't think it'd be fair to the establishment we end up going to, you know, just in case there's a repeat of what happened the last time you played…I don't think you could handle all of this" he teased as he leaned back and waved his hands over his chest.

Kara couldn't believe he just set her up like that. "Okay, first of all, what Alex said was a total lie," she said through laughter, "She wasn't even there when it happened."

"Oh really?" he teased further, moving his body slightly closer to hers.

"Yeah." Kara didn't really know what to say next, slightly flustered from their little back-and-fourth. She reminded herself to have a word with Alex later, or at least share an equally embarrassing story about her sister as payback.

"And second of all?"

"Second of all, you wouldn't be able to handle all of this" she threw back with raised brows, mimicking what he did with his hands just then.

"Well, you're right about that." He admitted shyly, breaking eye contact momentarily before meeting her gaze again.

A few weeks after thanksgiving, the two had finally addressed the kiss and their feelings for one another. They went on a proper date and shared another kiss or two, but nothing more than that. The pair were glad they no longer had to dance around the subject anymore, well when they were alone, as they decided not to share anything about their budding relationship to the rest of the group just yet.

Mon-El was the first to break their gaze, clearing his throat a little, and waved over Kara's shoulder at Darla before she went to serve another customer. Kara took a step back to put some distance between them and turned to order the drinks before Alex noticed their absence and embarrassed her further.

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"Centre left pocket." Maggie stated as she lined up her last shot.

Alex glanced down at the spot on the table, coincidentally located between her legs. She had to laugh at her girlfriend's sense of humour "I really hope you miss this."

"Don't be a sore loser." Maggie said playfully before sinking the black. "Well, as fun as this was Danvers, it's getting late and I've missed my bed."

Alex checked her phone and noticed it had just gone 2am, "Yeah, I think I'll join you." She said as she made her way around the table to Maggie and placed her cue stick on the table.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot"

"What's the story with Mon-El and your sister? Are they a thing?"

She did not expect that, especially coming from Maggie. "As in together, dating?"

"Oh come on, you didn't pick up on the vibes they were giving each other?"

"The vibes? You suddenly a blonde Cali surfer now?" Alex teased. She looked over to where the two were, happily stuck in the corner by themselves. They hadn't budged since James and Winn left over and hour ago.

Maggie leaned on the pool table behind her and took a sip from Alex's beer before handing it back to her, "So you didn't see the goo-goo eyes?"

Just as Maggie said that, Alex saw Kara throw her head back laughing at something Mon-El must've said. "I don't know. They look more like friends…"

"Could be keeping it a secret. Maybe they're not ready to tell people yet." Maggie suggested, "Whatever it is, I hope it works out. You gotta admit, they're cute together."

Alex couldn't help but let out a small laugh, given her sister's a terrible liar with a crappy poker face. She was an agent for God's sake. She'd know if her sister had a crush on Mon-El, right? "Alright, Detective. Are we heading home or what?"

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It had become a regular thing for Mon-el to come back to Kara's at the end of the day, particularly after a night of drinking. They'd usually cook, or eat junk food and watch movies or TV.

"Hey, did you notice anything weird or off with Alex?" Kara asked Mon-El as she grabbed two spoons from the kitchen drawer. She watched him throw the lid from the ice-cream onto her counter, and followed him into the living-room where they collapsed onto her couch and switched on the TV.

"How so?"

Kara passed him a spoon, "I'm not sure…" she started as she took a scoop of mint, "She was looking at me funny when we left, and it was like her and Maggie were in on some weird inside joke, or something."

"If I'm to be completely honest with you, I wasn't really paying much attention to either of them tonight." He admitted, smiling sheepishly at her as he tried some of the minty dessert.

Kara's eyes quickly flicked to his lips before going back for another spoonful, "Maybe I drank too much" She laughed, causing Mon-El to join in.

"Yeah, maybe. I'm right there with ya though." He popped another scoop of ice-cream into his mouth, causing a small moan to escape his lips, which Kara tried not to pay much attention to. He dropped his head back against the back of the couch and let his eyes close for a moment, just savouring this new taste. "I think this is my new favourite flavour."

"You said that last time about the chocolate and salted caramel one."

"It's way better than the caramel one." He propped himself up again, "What about you? You got a favourite?"

"Chocolate" she tried to say around a mouthful, but it probably just ended up sounding like jargon.

"Classic" he responded, which only made her smile at him. He was already starting to sound like he lived here for years.

"Ferrero Rocher or Nutella, specifically, but it's not so easy to come by." She added, which only caused his expression to quickly change to a state of confusion as if she just suddenly started speaking Spanish.

"I don't know what any of that means."

"You have not lived until you've tried them." This gave her an idea, "Hold on." She hopped off the couch and disappeared into the kitchen for a minute before returning with a jar in her hand. She couldn't resist sneaking a quick taste, licking the chocolatey goodness off her finger as she fell back into the couch. This time it was her to moan, of which didn't go unnoticed by Mon-El. It had been nothing more than an innocent action, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander and imagination come to life, thinking of things that were anything but innocent.

Kara went to pass the jar of Nutella to him, which he took, but just let it rest on his lap as his gaze was instantly drawn to her lips. Whatever possible words she was about to say were quickly forgotten when she felt his thumb brush against the corner of her mouth.

"Missed some" he said gruffly, causing him to clear his throat. He paused to show her the small smudge of chocolate before he pushed it passed his lips. All she could do was stare. "Tastes good."

"Yeah…" Kara could feel the sudden shift between them. A sudden rush of feelings and memories from their previous kisses, touches, flirts came over her, and all she wanted to do was relive them again.

When they were out in public, it was hard not to reach out and link hands, or avoid getting caught up intimate moments like earlier in the bar, or stop herself from closing the gap between them by pressing her lips to his, like right now. Only this time she didn't have to.

She leaned forward and met him half-way, her hand coming up to pull his shirt towards her in an attempt to bring him closer. She still didn't think she'd get used to the feel of his soft lips moving against hers, or his fingers entangling in her hair, but on the flip side this- he, felt familiar.

There was something different about this kiss. It may have started off gentle and soft, but it quickly became more passionate and hungrier, whether that was due to the liquid courage flowing around her body from earlier or just the sexual tension between them finally coming to a peak.

Soon, their breathing started to become laboured, neither one of them wanting to break the kiss just yet in case it burst whatever bubble they found themselves in. Their fingers left trails of goose bumps, yet set their blood on fire wherever they touched. Kara could feel the strong and well-practiced hold or control she usually had on her powers begin to slip, which only added fuel to the fire as it felt completely freeing.

Feeling brave, Kara flattened her hand against his chest and pushed him against the back of the couch, surprising Mon-El momentarily, and closed the gap once more with her lips so she was now straddling him. He sometimes forgot how strong Kara actually was, and he couldn't help but be turned on by this side of her. He saw glimpses of this bold and fearless part whenever she donned her red cape, but never like this, never this close.

When the need for air became too much they finally pulled away from one another. Kara sat back slightly, using her hand to push her hair out of her face, which only exposed the side of her neck to Mon-El. He sat forward and used his arms to hug her close, and brought his lips to her to soft skin just under her jaw. He was quick to find her pulse point, which elicited a soft moan from her once more, although this time he was pleased to know it was from his doing.

It was hard not to move against him when he touched her like that, kissed her like that, especially when he responded to her in a similar fashion, meeting her every move. It was all becoming a bit too much for her, especially with his hands running over her body and his tongue cooling her skin.

But they needed to press pause. Baby steps is what she told herself when they first started dating. What's the rush? It wasn't just one sided, as Mon-El too wanted to take things slow and make sure they did this right. But it was hard not to throw in the towel and give in to their desires.

Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision. There was a sudden cold sensation at the back of his hip, causing him to jump slightly. He broke the kiss and looked behind him, Kara searching for whatever caused them to stop and bring them back to reality. In the midst of everything, probably when Mon-El sat up to kiss her neck, the ice cream container must've fallen behind him on the couch.

He reached behind him and set the dessert on the arm rest, trying not to let the sensation of Kara's laughter distract him again. It wasn't until then did he notice how tight his pants actually felt, and what's worse is knowing that Kara is fully aware of how much she's affected him.

Before she spoke, Kara let out a slow breath to steady herself. "It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah," Mon-El said softly, bringing his hand up to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Kara leaned in one last time to give him a chaste kiss before pushing herself off of him and gathered up the half-melted ice-cream and Nutella.

"I hope you don't mind the stain that'll leave on your couch." He joked, loud enough for her to hear in the kitchen.

"Nah, I'll just flip the cushion." She replied as she walked back into the living room, and then disappeared into her room in search of a sheet and spare blanket for him. She didn't expect him to walk home at four in the morning, plus there was a part of her that didn't want him to leave just yet. She handed him the clean bedding, and then all that was left to do was say goodnight.

She looked over her shoulder at him when she reached her bedroom door, giving him a shy smile, hoping he couldn't see the small blush on her cheeks. "Night, Mon-El."

"Night, Kara." And with that he watched her disappear one last time.