Author: Ashley

Title: Red Desires

Rating: M

Part: 5/5

Pairing: Mon-El/Kara Danvers (née Zor-El)

Word Count (Part Four): 2,913

Summary: "His heart was pounding. Harder than he'd ever felt before. Faster than he thought it could. A single text from Kara. 'My apartment. Now. Hurry.' - Kara had accidentally stumbled upon red Kryptonite and Mon-El has no idea. Very minor spoiler for 2x08 and I guess 1x16 as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points here were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and follows! I'm glad people are enjoying this fic. I didn't even plan on writing it down, nevermind posting it. So I'm glad I did! Sorry there was a bit of a wait for this one - computer crashed on me last week and OF COURSE the update was half finished on my desktop. Hope this is worth the wait!

Part Five

He smiled against her. "Good answer."

She leaned back to look him in the eyes, her smile wide, the skin near her eyes crinkling.

He moved toward her lips to kiss her again. She leaned back further, away from him, just enough out of reach that he paused.

She blinked at him. He cocked an eyebrow.

"You mean right now?" she asked.

He stared back at her. "Yes…I mean right now. We're alone…at your apartment and you're in my lap. Why wouldn't I mean right now?"

She shook her head, wiping at her face. "No. Not happening." He stared at her puzzled. "I'm all teary and ew."

He laughed. "Never 'ew'," he pushed some of her hair behind her ear. "You're always beautiful, Kara." He placed both hands on her lower back to stable her as he leaned forward, grabbing the tissue box off of the coffee table in front of him. He pulled one out and held it up at her nose. "Blow," he stated simply.

She laughed out loud. "Thanks, but I can take care of my own nose," she rolled her eyes as she tugged the tissue out of his hand. She turned away slightly, about to blow into the tissue.

"Gah, Mon-El, don't watch me."

He laughed aloud, "I'm not!" he closed his eyes. "See? Continue."

She rolled her eyes as she watched his face. He didn't hear any movement.

"Can I kiss you now?" he whined, eyebrows furrowing, eyes still closed.

She sighed loudly and he felt her stand up. "Just gimme a…" she trailed off as she turned away and moved towards the bathroom. He sighed and his head fell back against the sofa, eyes still closed.

He heard the door shut and the water faucet running in the distance. He shook his head against the sofa. He really hoped that she didn't change her mind.

But she was quick and quiet. He didn't hear her move again until she was falling back into his lap.

Her hands framed his face as she leaned in and captured his lips with hers. He moaned against her, slightly startled by the action. Her legs were tight against his thighs, her middle coming close to his; their chests pressing together intimately.

His hands ran along her thighs, fingernails scratching against the fabric there. Her arms moved around his neck, a hand buried in his hair. His hands slid around to grip her ass, pulling her body closer to his, if that were even possible. He held her tight as he stood, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly.

She mad a surprised noise and Mon-El discovered that that was his new favourite sound.

"Bedroom this time," he mumbled against her lips and she giggled lightly. He couldn't contain his smile. This was actually happening. For real this time.

He walked them towards her bedroom, surprising himself that he didn't stumble once, one of his hands reaching out blindly and gripping the door frame of the room as he went.

He stepped forward slowly until he felt his knees hit the foot of the bed and he leaned down, placing her down near the middle of the bed, his teeth gently scraping at the skin at the crook of her neck as he did, eliciting another soft giggle from her.

His head rose up abruptly, "Are you ticklish?" he whispered into her ear. His fingers moved to her waist, quickly moving under her shirt.

She bit her lip and shook her head, her thighs spreading far enough apart for him to slide in between them.

He nodded, "I think you might be." He slid down her body, his hands pushing her shirt upwards, lips leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the right side of her body. She squirmed slightly with a groan.

He laughed at her, "I told you."

"Shut up," she breathed as she tugged him back up to her. Their lips met and she felt his hands returning to the bottom edge of her t-shirt, sliding it upwards slowly until he broke away to remove it from her body.

She lay there in a simple white bra, form fitting with a thin lace border, much more like the Kara he knew. She impatiently tugged at his own t-shirt and he reached down and removed it as her fingers tip toed across his abs and up to his chest.

"You're beautiful," she breathed dreamily, her eyes travelling up and down his chest. He laughed.

"Beautiful?"

She shook her head, eyes clearing slightly. "Uhm, I mean handsome?" she questioned. "Attractive, Mon-El, you're…very attractive," she nodded to herself.

He laughed as he ran a hand through her hair, pushing some blonde curls behind her ear.

"I'll take it," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. He braced himself on one of his arms as one of his hands travelled to the waistband of her pants, tugging gently. She reached down to assist, her hips lifting off the bed and into his and he groaned a "Kara…" into her neck.

"Sorry!"

He shook his head against her, "No, Kara, it's so good. I just…I just…need you naked." He tugged her pants the rest of the way down, throwing them somewhere in the distance behind him. Her hands were reaching for the button on his jeans as he held himself above her, braced on his elbows.

He watched her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she undid his jeans and attempted to tug them down. He smiled at her sudden eagerness and watched her use her toes to slide them down off his hips and to his knees. He moved up, balancing on his knees as he forced them the rest of the way off of his body before returning to her, but still kneeling above her.

She looked up at him expectantly as she sat up. Her hands reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, her fingers starting to slide beneath the band when he shook his head and shifted his hips away from her.

"Let me take charge this time, Kara," he spoke softly, his hand trailing along her waist and to her back, fingers grabbing onto the hooks of her bra. "Please?"

Her eyes connected with his and she couldn't help but nod. He unfastened the clasp and reached for the shoulder straps, sliding them down her arms. He saw goosebumps rise on her skin as his hands travelled down her arms and to her hands, their fingers intertwining as he kissed her. Her lips were soft against his; pliant to his movements.

"Lie down," he whispered against her. She did as he said; her head landing on the pillows behind her, wearing nothing but a tiny thong – bright pink and very Kara. He ran his hands up her legs, his lips following, and placing kisses along her skin as he passed. His hands gripped her naked cheeks and his teeth scraped along her hip bone and across the fabric of her panties as she squirmed against him. He grinned and looked up at her before he hooked a finger in each side, tugging them down and off of her.

She could feel his warm breath on her thighs and it was making her fidgety. She needed him closer.

"Mon-El," she whined as he chuckled.

"Patience," he whispered back. His hands hooked at the backs of her knees, bending her legs and spreading her thighs to make room for him.

He could see her eyes were closed and he gently blew air against her thigh and watched her eyebrows furrowing, her forehead crinkling as her hands gripped the sheets near her hips.

"Kara," he started, "I want you to watch me."

Her eyes abruptly popped open and connected with his as he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit. She gasped as her fingers gripped the sheets tighter. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed again.

"Kara," he almost scolded, "aren't you watching me?"

She nodded against the pillow as she forced her eyes to connect with his again. He hummed against her sex, "That's my girl."

He had one hand on her thigh, holding her in place as he ran a finger from his other hand against her. He gathered some of her wetness before pushing a finger inside of her slowly, his tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned out his name. He smiled against her as he sped up his movements.

She tried, she really did, but the pleasure was too intense when making eye contact with him. His eyes were dark and hungry and lustful and it was a lot to take in. She had her head thrown back and her hips were starting to rock into his mouth. One of her hands let go of the bedsheet and found its way onto his head, fingers sliding through his hair. She was glad he wasn't human because she was sure her grip was too tight, but she just couldn't help it.

His hand left her thigh and tugged at her hand that was still gripping the sheets, lacing their fingers together and placing their hands on her lower stomach, holding her in place as he replaced his finger with his tongue, the tip darting in and out of her as his finger slid back and forth across her clit.

Her grip was tightening in his hair and he could feel her sex clenching and releasing. He knew she was close.

"Come, Kara," he said aloud and she cried out.

"Gah, Mon-El. It's so much," she whined with a gasp.

"Just let it happen, Kara," his tongue slowing, his fingers maintaining their pace. "I want to see it happen."

She squirmed against him and breathed out a Mon-El as he felt her hand squeezing his tightly. He watched her back arch up as she cried out again, her orgasm overpowering her before she relaxed and fell back down to the mattress. He smiled as he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh before letting her go and moving up her body.

She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling quickly, a sated smile on her lips. She blinked as her eyes slowly fluttered open. She jumped slightly when she found herself face to face with him.

"Hi."

She giggled. "Hi. That was…"

"How it always should be," he stated simply. She reached up and wiped her wetness from his chin.

"You're a mess," she laughed.

"Worth it," he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. She thought she would have minded it, but her tongue collided with his and she could taste herself on him and it only made her want him more.

She felt him reaching over to the bedside table and pulling the now familiar black square package out from the drawer. He proceeded to open it as she tugged at his boxers, him shifting slightly so she could get them off. He sat down, his cock springing upright as he concentrated on opening the package.

She crawled closer to him, reaching out and palming his cock, sliding up and down gently as he huffed at her, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Kara," he groaned. "I can't focus on this with you doing that."

She laughed and took the package from him.

"Well, I'd get it eventually. You didn't have to stop." He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him.

She got the package open and rolled the condom down onto him slowly, as she rose onto her knees.

"Come here," he breathed as she slid closer to him, rising up to straddle his lap, her breasts bouncing in front of him as she moved. He quickly leaned in and captured a nipple in his mouth. She hissed as she almost lost her balance.

"Mon-El," she moaned and he released her with a pop.

"I couldn't help myself," he laughed, his hands reaching up to cup them, his thumbs flicking across each nipple.

She held onto his shoulders as she rose up, then reached one hand down to align herself with his cock as she slowly sank down. She sighed as he filled her fully, his hands releasing her breasts and gripping onto her hips tightly. She began to rock into him slowly, her arms locking around his neck, their foreheads meeting and pressing together.

"Kara, you're so…so tight," he groaned out, "and perfect…and"

"Kiss me," she breathed.

She didn't have to ask twice.

Their lips fused together as they met each other's thrusts. It didn't take very long for Kara to feel the telltale sensation again and she broke free from his lips.

"Mon-El…again," she breathed, her forehead meeting his, thighs squeezing against his, "I'm close already."

He nodded against her with his eyes closed, a hand coming to rest against her cheek as he kissed her softly, "That's okay, Kara. Let go. I want you to."

She nodded as his thumb swiped across her lip, dipping inside her mouth slightly. She sucked gently, his thumb sliding into her mouth fully and his eyes popping open. He groaned out a strained "Kara" and she smirked around his finger.

She tried to slow it down for him, but her hips were moving of their own accord; her pelvis colliding with his as he rocked up against her. She was panting and was unable to keep her moans quiet. His thumb fell out of her mouth as she gasped, her walls clenching around him and her forehead falling to his shoulder. He groaned out as he felt her closing around him impossibly tight as his thighs started to shake. She rose higher on her knees, his cock almost sliding out of her as she reached down and held his balls in her palm, fingertips stroking the underside.

"Fuck, Kara," he swore, one hand reaching to grab onto her arm, the other running down her chest, coming to rest against her stomach.

"Mon-El?" she questioned. "Aren't you going to come for me?"

"Gah," he breathed, her hand tightening its grip on his balls, fingernails now scraping against the base of his cock.

His thrusting became erratic, still shallowly penetrating her as she watched his stomach clenching.

She leaned close to his ear kissing his neck once and whimpering a Mon-El against him. He came with another strained Kara as his hands moved backwards to stable himself, his shift in position unbalancing Kara as she fell back onto him, hands grabbing at his shoulders and his cock sliding fully back inside of her. She moaned at the sudden movement as her still sensitive sex clenched again around him.

"Holy shit," Mon-El breathed after a minute. Kara laughed at him.

"That good, huh?" she questioned, jokingly. His eyes connected with hers and there was no laughter in his eyes. She stilled.

"So good, Kara," he stated as he fell onto his back, his head almost falling off the foot of the bed. "If that's how it's going to be every time, I don't know if I can do this. This takes a lot outta you."

She crawled off and away from him. "Well, that's fine. I mean…we don't have to keep on doing this…" she trailed off.

He flew into a seated position as he reached for her, his fingers grabbing a hold of her ankle and tugging her back towards him. She laughed as she returned to him. "We are never not doing this, Kara. If I didn't already want you every moment of the day, this only makes you harder to resist."

"You want me every moment of the day?" she asked as she handed him some tissue and helped remove the condom.

"I always have, Kara," he stated simply as he cleaned himself off.

She paused and blinked at him, her face softening. "What'd you mean always?"

"Kara, I knew since the moment I saw you. Well, after you stopped hating me for being a Daxamite." A blush started creeping up his cheeks. "You are the best thing about being on Earth, Kara."

"Mon-El…"

"No, you saved me, Kara. You saved me that day that you found me in that pod. And you've saved me every day since. I would never have been able to fit in here on earth…have a new life here…a sense of purpose…if it wasn't for you."

"You just never really said anything…"

He reached for her, "I'm in love with you, Kara. I don't know what that means here on Earth for us, but I know that that's how I feel about you. I'm not scared to say it anymore."

She sighed, leaning closer to him. "I love you, too, Mon-El. I know that this…us…we haven't really had a normal relationship. And our first time together was anything but normal. But I want this. I want us. Whatever we have…whatever it means…we'll make it work."

"And the sex will be awesome," he confirmed.

She rolled her eyes, sliding into his lap again. "And the sex will be awesome," she agreed.

He laughed as she leaned in and kissed him.

"But for now," she started, "I need a shower." She hopped off of him, headed out of the room and he watched her go. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then her head popped back into the door frame.

"Don't you wanna join me?"

His eyes lit up and he hopped off the bed. "Definitely."

END

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please leave some love in a review! I hope that the rest of Supergirl's season gives me many more KaraMel ideas and I hope I can write something more for you all in the near future!