She-Freak - Chase Davenport

forty-four.

Universe 38

Thursday, 16th February 2017

The next morning, Mon-El woke up, naked, in Kara's bed.

- "Good morning." He turned around, but he found the spot next to him empty and cold. "Kara? Kara! Was it that bad? Was it that good?" He got up and put on his underwear, before walking to the living room as he put on his t-shirt.

- "And it's been quite a morning for Supergirl and GreatGirl." The reporter on the TV said. "National City's own feminists heroes in capes have already prevented five armed robberies, delivered a litter of puppies, and given one very lucky tugboat owner some extra help hauling a tanker. They've done a lot more than me." She chuckled.

- "Morning." Supergirl flew in by the open window.

- "Hi." The Matthews man turned around.

- "I got you these." The Danvers woman handed him a bouquet of flowers.

- "Oh! What a gentleman." The Daxamite smiled.

The Kryptonian snickered as she handed him a coffee, before walking to her room.

- "Thank you." Mon-El replied and tried to follow her.

- "Just hang on, one sec." Supergirl stopped him as she super speeded into her plain clothes.

- "Okay." The Matthews man nodded and put the bouquet in a lamp.

The Danvers woman laughed.

- "Hi." The Daxamite took a sip of coffee, before putting it down.

- "So, I... I had a really nice time." The Kryptonian smiled widely.

- "Yeah?" Mon-El asked, making her nod. "Me, too." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Um, one note."

- "Okay." Kara snaked her arms around his neck.

- "I would like to wake up next to you." The Matthews man said.

- "Oh." The Danvers woman looked at him, in awe.

- "Yeah." The Daxamite nodded, before leaning towards his lips, kissing her gently.

The Kryptonian broke the kiss as Mon-El tried to kiss her again.

- "Gosh, it's so nice to do that without breaking the guy's nose." Kara chuckled against his lips.

- "How many times did that happen?" The Matthews man pulled away, snickered.

- "Um..." The Danvers woman hid her face in her hands. "Less than five." She looked at him.

- "So four?" The Daxamite asked.

The Kryptonian laughed and buried her face in his neck.

- "Exactly four times." Mon-El chuckled, before kissing her lips again. "Hey, so, since you got your little superhero-ing out of the way for the day, can we maybe just stay here? Hmm?"

- "Oh, gosh, I really... I... Oh, no..." Kara held his face as she fought with herself.

- "Yes. Yes." The Matthews man nodded.

- "No, no, no." The Danvers woman pulled away from him. "'Cause we have to be at the D.E.O. in like 20 minutes." She picked up his clothes all over her room.

- "Boo!" The Daxamite exclaimed.

- "I know, I know." The Kryptonian threw his jeans at him. "Speaking of which, um, can we just keep this quiet?"

- "What you... You don't want people to know?" Mon-El asked as he put on his jeans.

- "No, no, I do. It's not that." Kara frowned. "It's just... Just for now. 'Cause the last time I liked someone, everyone in my life watched and commented on it. And I just really don't want that to happen to us."