Author's note:

Hi everybody! This is my second karamel fic. Be indulgent please. I always try to improve my writing style! A huge thank you to xxashleyxx for her help with the translation and to Sonia and Sunflower_Nation for their support.

I hope you like it.

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Undoubtedly, the last few days had been full of twists and turns. First of all, Mxy had come to National City and had made a mess of the town, but since everything had ended well, she and Mon-El had finally taken the plunge. But, they hadn't even had time to enjoy their new love story before Cadmus had spoiled the party. Jeremiah was back and Kara couldn't have imagined being happier. Everything had been perfect during this fabulous day until the return of the scientist turned out to be all a part of the organization's plan to steal the alien register. And the two sisters had once again lost their father. Kara was left heartbroken. So was Alex. Mon-El had provided a lot of support, even though at first she had doubted him and had blamed him for being so suspicious of Jeremiah from the beginning. The kidnappings had happened right away. The DEO was on the alert and because Snapper had refused to publish anything on the subject, she had bypassed him by posting her own article on her blog. And because of this choice of hers, she had been fired. But it was worth it. Lillian Luthor's plan to deport hundreds of aliens had been reduced to nothing. Yet this victory had left a bitter taste in her mouth. She loved her work at Catco. She had told Mon-El that being Supergirl and having him was enough, even though deep inside herself, she knew it wasn't all truth. A part of her wanted more. However, Mon-El turned out to be perfect: attentive, funny, affectionate. And he had THE best quality of all: he knew by heart her favorite Chinese food and had even learned to cook it for her.

The sound of her pen falling on the kitchen floor pulled Kara out of her thoughts. Reality crashed on her like lead. The young woman sighed before leaning over to pick it up and put it beside her notepad on the counter. The blank page of the notebook reminded her how her professional life sucked at the moment. Her opened Word document was also a perfect replica of her notebook. Empty.

Lately, National City had been rather quiet. A few fugitive offenses, a child lost in the park and a fire in a grocery store. Nothing really serious had happened for three whole days. The aliens stood still. Cadmus, too. She had had lunch with Lena the day before, but her friend was very taken by a new revolutionary generator project. She had tried to play the "superfriend" card to have an interesting scoop and to get the lead ahead of Snapper, but Lena had apologized for not being able to reveal anything.

Kara took a sip of tea and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. Mon-El was working at the bar tonight. Just like the day before. They had barely been able to spend a few minutes together today and as weird as it might seem, Kara felt like she was lacking something. It was a new sensation for her that she couldn't explain. She hadn't "really" had a boyfriend since ... Well, in fact, she had never really had a boyfriend. James didn't count. Nothing had happened between them. Physically speaking at least. When she thought about it, she only had "real relationships" with two boys in her life. And when she talked about real relationships she meant ... sex.

His first time with Dan Stevens had been ... disappointing. She stood firm during and after prom night and the boy had been well-behaved until the second week of their summer vacation. She had persuaded herself to be in love and had finally let things happen in his parent's boathouse. She was so stressed out and terrified at the thought of letting herself go with her classmate, that she was totally paralyzed. She had let Dan do his best, despite his obvious inexperience. She was so afraid of hurting him inadvertently that she could not make a move and was surely passed for a tense and frigid girl. After they had made out, they both had dressed in silence. Dan had smiled kindly but she already knew that physical love with humans would definitely be... complicated. Of course she had confessed everything to Alex. And of course, her adoptive sister had done her best to comfort her. Then Dan moved away to another town three weeks later and she had never seen him again.

During her first year of college, she had met this charming guy: Grant. She had kept up her guard with him too. He was sweet and cute and he shared her passion for journalism. Their first shy embraces quickly gave way to more passionate intimate games. But the same problem still arose. The "letting go" thing. This visceral fear not to control her strength at the crucial moment. Grant believed that he was just unable to satisfy her, and to be honest, he wasn't totally wrong. Every time she had felt his hands on her, she thought of Scott Klein and his broken toes, Mark Davis and his broken nose, and all the other fractures she had caused since arriving on Earth ...

When she had fallen under James' charm, she had thought a lot about what their sexual relationship might be like now that she managed to master her powers. How many times she'd imagined his athletic body glued to hers and his lips getting lost at her neck...

Kara frowned and took another sip of tea. She never would have believed that one day thinking of James in this way would make her feel uncomfortable. It was impossible for her to see him in any way other than as a faithful friend at this point. And all of this was since Mon-El had fallen from the sky.

Mon-El.

She closed her eyes smiling and breathing in the sweet fragrance of her lemon tea. With Mon-El everything was ... so natural. The Daxamite was lovely. He wasn't only charming but also very, very, very HOT. But making him her protégé easily became her obsession at first and she had been wrong about him at the start. She had believed he was arrogant, admittedly cute but totally undisciplined and ready to enrage her every minute. But he had proven her wrong and the truth had hit her hard after her discussion with Alex that night.

-Maybe he's worth it ...

And of course Alex was right. While she still believed that he was dating Eve, she had surprised herself by letting her eyes look a little longer on his full lips, the curve of his stubbled jaw, his stormy blue eyes... And his back. She had developed a kind of unexplainable fascination for his shoulders and could not help but wander each detail of his muscles through his tight-fitting shirt. She loved the little scar between his eyebrows which looked strangely like hers. She loved the mole just down from his Adam's apple and his irresistible smile when he wanted to tease her. Then she had discovered that his date with Eve had turned into a fiasco and she'd had the hardest time hiding her satisfaction over it. That evening, in her apartment, when he had told her she was his Kryptonite, she knew she shouldn't let him go. He had approached her and said that nothing could stop them now that she had got rid of Mxy. But she had felt all her apprehensions come back in a split second as he stared at her. Mon-El was a Daxamite. He certainly had already put hundreds of women in his bed while she ... But she had lost herself in the gray eyes and when his lips had captured hers, everything had been swept away. She had felt an electric shock run through her from head to toe and suddenly his hands were touching her as no one had touched her before. They had laid on the couch, Mon-El's body weighing heavily against hers. His mouth devouring, his tongue caressing her lips ... Desire had twisted her stomach and Mon-El's had been quickly very clearly perceptible through the fabric of his jeans. He had carried her to bed and for the first time in her life she had finally let go. Totally. Completely. Mon-El had explored every inch of her body and she had literally blessed his Daxamite origins at that precise moment. His caresses, his kisses, his hips moving between her legs and that incredible thing he had done with his tongue ...

The ringing of her phone made Kara jump. Her cheeks were on fire and she took a few seconds to chase from her mind the vision of Mon-El li...

Oh Rao ...

She began to search in her bag on the table and grabbed the phone. The displayed number was unknown. Intrigued, she answered.

-Hello?

-Kara Danvers?

-Yes, who is this?

-I'm Jedi2022.

The young woman instantly straightened up on her stool and her right hand began to tap on the keyboard to open her blog's home page.

-You've left me several messages in the last few days. How did you get my number? Kara asked, her surprise heightening.

-I have my sources.

The voice was grave and strangely metallic. It was definitely not a human voice.

- Please, I really need to see you. Some of my friends told me that you could help me. You stopped many of us from being captured by Cadmus with your article. And I think I can trust you.

Now, she had confirmation that this person was an alien.

-I need to speak to you in person, the voice said. I have information about a kerdam trafficking.

-Excuse me ? Kara exclaimed. Kerdam? What is…

-An aphrodisiac, the stranger interrupted her. With a very strong effect. It is highly valued by certain species, especially the Adlons and this product can attract premium prices. The problem is that the one that is circulating at the moment has been mixed with Sarata pollen which makes it unstable and potentially toxic. A friend of mine took it last week. He died in a few hours. I have information about the dealer who sells it.

The alien now had the journalist's full attention.

-Where? She asked abruptly.

-The bar on the sixth street. I've seen you there before. In an hour.

Then the stranger hung up. Kara closed the screen of her laptop, grabbed her bag and her coat and darted out of the apartment.