Author: Ashley

Title: Let's Talk About Sex

Rating: T (First part only - then bumps to M)

Part: 1/2

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

Word Count (Part One): 2,084

Summary: "'This is serious, Mon-El.' She turned her body so that she sat cross legged and faced him. He dropped his can of soda back on the table and pressed the off button on the TV remote. 'I want to know right now why you won't have sex with me.'" - Kara had been patiently waiting for him to make the first move. Kara's tired of being patient. Takes place before 2x14: The Homecoming, sort of.

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: Welcome back, readers!

As always thank you all for reading my work. Supergirl and fanfic writing has quickly taken over my life, and I love it. Can you get paid for fanfic-ing? I'll be accepting donations via for those of you who want to contribute ;) LOL

So since the hiatus has begun and I'm assuming you all are dying, too. Come share the pain on Twitter ( _ashleymaria_) if you need to vent about the feels.

So canon-wise, I don't know about you guys, but up until 2x14: The Homecoming I was 99.9% sure Kara was a virgin? Especially with her multiple giggling fits over James and anything guy related in S1? So not that I'm super into the virgin trope, but I feel like we got a little cheated out of Karamel's first time together being a fade to black. So this isn't a companion to an episode, but everything before 2x14 has happened. I guess I'm just stretching out the weeks between 2x13: Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk and 2x14.

Get ready to get dirty everyone (well, in part 2 anyways, apologies in advance for that dampener)!

It felt like his hands were on fire.

His fingertips were so hot.

Were his hands always this hot?

His right hand rested on her stomach, underneath her shirt and right on her skin. His fingers curled and then straightened, curled and straightened, repeatedly scratching a pattern along and over her bellybutton, occasionally getting caught in the waistband of her jeans and she could feel her stomach quiver each time.

Her left leg was bent: knee leaning against the back of the sofa, foot flat against the cushions they sat on. His left hand was casually on the inside of her thigh, right in the curve of where her thigh met her pelvis. Right next to where she wanted him to be.

He was so close, but so far from where she really wanted him. Where she needed him.

It was driving her crazy.

He didn't even seem to notice. He just sat there, his eyes glued to the TV screen. So intently watching, and meanwhile she had no clue what was even playing across the screen. A movie? Television show? Porn? Gah, it might as well be. She felt so turned on right now.

Her back was pressed to his chest, her head leaning back on his shoulder and she could practically hear her heart pounding in her ears.

She'd been thinking about it a lot lately. Definitely more so than she did before they got together. Likely because it was almost tangible now. She could see it somewhere in the distance in her mind, but it was just out of reach.

Sex.

It was going to happen.

Well, at least she wanted it to happen.

But sometimes she wasn't so sure that it was what Mon-El wanted.

They'd been together since she'd gotten rid of Mxy. It had been four weeks. Four excruciatingly long weeks, especially when you look at how well they knew each other and how much time they actually spent together.

Most times they spent days at the DEO, lunches at CatCo, evenings at her apartment, nights in her bed.

Nights in her bed, his chest up against her back as they were now, his lips leaving the occasional kiss along her shoulder and the back of her neck as she drifted to sleep.

He was practically living with her and they hadn't even made it to third base.

She couldn't figure out why.

They'd start something: mouths coming together, hands wandering, shirts flying and then he'd pause against her lips or her neck or her chest and he'd pull away. With a smile. Always with a smile. He'd sigh as he'd push her hair behind her ear or stroke her cheek and then he'd go back to whatever it was they were doing before it had all started.

She just couldn't figure it out. Was he a tease? Just trying to work her up and then revel in leaving her hanging? But the smile was sweet; always sweet, almost apologetic. Didn't he want to? Maybe he didn't want to? That's all she could think of.

Well, she was pretty sure he wanted to. She knew that she sure wanted to. But why else would he want so badly to be with her if he never intended to sleep with her? Well, never might be an exaggeration, but it sure felt like never was a possibility right about now.

Maybe it was a Daxamite thing? Maybe they had a set amount of time they waited? Not likely. Not with the reputations they had on that planet. Her mind flashed back to that time she caught him and Eve going at it (shiver). He seemed pretty ready to go then. Maybe it was different when you saw the person as a potential mate? Or maybe if you didn't see the person as a potential mate?

All this thinking about it was making it worse; now she had a headache and it still didn't fix her problem.

She arched her back for a moment, shifting her position against him. Her head slid against his shoulder, her lower back rubbing up against his abs and she swore she felt his hips thrust upward ever so slightly in response. She cleared her throat with a small cough and she readjusted herself before relaxing against him (at least, she tried to).

His right hand stilled against her stomach for a second before moving off, the left sliding over from her thigh, taking its place on her stomach. He leaned forward, taking her with him as he reached out to grab his can of soda off of the coffee table. He flopped back to the arm of the sofa and relaxed again, pulling her body tightly back to rest against his. He took in a mouthful of soda, his elbow lifting high and nearly grazing her face.

She fidgeted a bit again before settling against him. "When are we going to have sex?"

After the coughing fit he had as he attempted to swallow the mouthful of soda he'd just taken, "What?"

"Sex. When are you going to have sex with me?" She turned her head against his shoulder, leaning to the side as her eyes connected with his extremely wide ones.

He blinked at her. "Uhm, I don't have a date written down or anything if that's what you're asking?" He laughed out at her.

She sat up straight, her back leaving his chest as she huffed. "This is serious, Mon-El." She turned her body so that she sat cross legged and faced him. He dropped his can of soda back on the table and pressed the off button on the TV remote. "I want to know right now why you won't have sex with me."

"Won't?" he questioned. "Kara, I'll have sex with you," he shrugged with a grin. "I never said I didn't want to."

"Well, you never said that you did," she pointed out.

"I want to have sex with you."

She rolled her eyes, "I mean before!" She shook her head as she played with a stray string hanging off the bottom edge of her shirt. "You never said you wanted to before, and we've been together for weeks and whenever we start anything, you just end up pulling away from me."

He grabbed her hands and tugged her towards him. It knocked her off balance and she ended up on her knees in front of him. "I'll have sex with you right here, right now, Kara," he grinned up at her as his hands tiptoed from her knees up and along her thighs.

"You're missing the point," she shook her head as his hands dropped from her thighs. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" She ran a hand through his hair and he closed his eyes. Her hands fell to his shoulders as she moved closer. "Why won't you touch me?" she whispered and his eyes flew open.

"I touch you all the time," he argued.

"Mon-El," she groaned, "I mean touch me, touch me," she grabbed at his hands and cupped them against her breasts.

"Ohhh," he sighed, "Touch you, touch you," he repeated with a small smile and she rolled her eyes.

"We've never even seen each other naked."

"Not true!" He pointed out, his hands dropping from her body. "There was that time I didn't knock because I didn't realize you were in the shower…"

"That barely counts. You saw me through a frosted shower curtain and when I asked you to join me, you laughed and then you left," she pouted.

"Whoa, hey, you didn't say it just like that. The way you said it, I-I thought you were making a joke!"

"I was!" she huffed, "But you could have at least entertained the idea."

He pulled her close to him as she kneeled so that she fell into him and was resting in his lap.

"I didn't want to overwhelm you," he said simply.

"This," she waved a hand back and forth between them, "is overwhelming me. Me, being in your lap, fully clothed on a Friday night with the…the desire that I'm feeling inside of me…THAT is overwhelming me." He pecked her lips lightly as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

"I know you've never had sex before, Kara, and I just-"

"What?" she cut him off as she pulled away from him slightly. "Why would you think that? I never said that."

"I heard you talking with Alex. You called yourself a virgin."

"You shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations, Mon-El…"

"You probably shouldn't have private conversations within my hearing distance while at the public bar that I work at," he shrugged at her.

She glared back at him.

"I didn't know what that was, so I looked it up. Apparently it's a big deal on this planet to have your…virginity..." he tried out the word with a furrowed brow, "taken from you…to have sex for the first time."

She rolled her eyes at him, "Did you read a lot about this?"

He nodded, a proud smile spreading on his face, "I did a lot of research."

She laughed at him, "I bet you did."

"I just didn't want to scare you if you weren't ready," he shrugged again, his eyes travelling down and across her collarbone. "I'd rather go slow than do too much and scare you away."

Her hands cupped his cheeks as she pulled his face up to her, their eyes connecting. "Mon-El," she smiled, "you're not gonna scare me away."

He blinked back at her.

"I'm ready," she nodded. "I've been ready. I've been ready since the day I got rid of Mxy and you were on top of me on this sofa. Before that even."

"Then why didn't you tell me you'd never had sex before? That you were a virgin?" he tried the word again, staring intently at her as he awaited her answer.

She blinked back at him this time. She shrugged silently.

"Kara," he started, "there must be a reason why you didn't tell me yourself." She shook her head. "Were you even going to tell me while we had this conversation if I didn't bring it up first?" She shrugged and he laughed. "Kara, it doesn't change anything. Well, not for me. I guess if you were raised here on Earth, it's probably a big change for you."

"I didn't want to scare you off," she said suddenly.

"What? Why would that scare me?"

She looked away from him, that thread hanging from the end of her shirt catching her eye again as she tugged on it. "We both know you've been with women before." He grabbed at her hands, stilling their movements. "I guess I just thought I'd not say anything and you wouldn't notice my inexperience. Like maybe if I said it, you'd notice all the things I'd be doing wrong…" her eyes flicked up to his nervously.

"I'm sure you won't do anything wrong, Kara," he chuckled as his hands slid around her waist and rested on her lower back. "Besides, I'll teach you everything you need to know." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. He kissed her lips briefly before whispering against them, "I'm ready now if you are…"

She leaned her forehead down to rest on his shoulder. "All this serious talk…" she sighed dramatically, "the moment's gone."

His hand reached up and tugged on one of her blonde curls before releasing it, causing it to bounce behind her shoulder. He slid his lips along her neck, "I'm sure I can bring it back," he mumbled against her skin, his hands returning to her waist before sliding up her back and under her shirt. She shivered in response.

"I'm sure you can," she mumbled back.

"Bedroom?" he asked abruptly. Her head lifted from his shoulder as she looked up at him.

All of a sudden her heart was pounding and now she was nervous. When she just stared at him and didn't answer, his hands stopped their movements along her spine.

"Never mind," he stated, his eyes wide with worry and she shook her head in response.

"No, no, I…I want to," she insisted. "But maybe slow is a good idea," she nodded. He grinned at her as he stood, his hands grabbing at her thighs to hold her in place in his arms.

"Slow. Got it," he breathed as he walked them towards her bedroom.

A/N: Sex cliffy! I apologize, but this way any non-sex readers still have time to bow out before the smut arrives!

And maybe I can also relish in leaving you all hanging for a bit! ;)

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