Every Little Thing

Mon-El looked down at Kara as she laid on his shoulder, her cheek pressed hard against his skin and her hand toying with his, lacing their fingers in and out of each others'. He loved the way she frowned when she was thinking; loved that little crinkle in her brow. He surmised that it was a normal side effect of 'liking' a person.

He also liked it when she accidentally broke things. He'd never tell her, and he'd always sort of chastise himself for thinking it, but goddamn was it cute. She always looked so surprised and embarrassed. Of course, she never had any reason to be any such way or feel any such emotions, but watching her was like watching a movie; almost all her emotions played out on her face.

Often times though, the mystery of her mind boiled down to what exactly was making her feel such a way. She was so compassionate and intuitive; any number of things could make her concerned, or upset, or happy. He often wondered what it would be like to merge with her--with anyone--like martians do. How strange would it be; having your thoughts, and knowledge, and skills put onto another person? He could only imagine the vast number of amazing and beautiful things she was thinking, and although he'd love to know just one, he decided that he firmly believed their heads would practically explode if they shared minds. (Too many overwhelming emotions and inklings for even both of them together to handle).

His eyes traced the bridge of her nose, watched her beautiful blue eyes as they studying his long, arching, fingers. He spread them further apart, and she slipped hers into the gaps he made. She gripped his hand, and he grinned, laughing slightly as she squeezed it.

"Careful, you'll break something." He teased.

She smirked at their palms and then looked up at him. Her eyes moved back and forth between the gray ones he called his own. She slipped her hand out of his, and touched his cheek, tracing invisible lines only she could see.

He loved the way she looked at everything. She'd been here for years, but still managed to look at the world in a light he used to not be able to see. Somehow, watching her look at the universe, listening to her talk about the cosmos and feeling her warmth as she showed him things he'd never known before, made him see all of this Earth's mirth and kindness in a way he'd never seen before. He saw himself differently.

It was new, and it was uncertain, but he loved the way she felt. Perhaps he was just noticing things about her that he'd never noticed about women before but she seemed to have so much more depth to feel than anyone he'd ever met--even the pad of her little finger had a texture he'd never felt. And when she caressed him with those big, blue eyes, something behind his ribs would quiver.

She pulled her hand away from his face and pressed it against his chest, laying her head next to it on his sternum. She tucked one of her legs up closer to her, dragging her foot up his shin. His breath got caught somewhere in the back of his throat. She didn't even notice.

He covered her hand with his, and felt the edges of her lips tilt upwards against the surface of his skin. He held in a shiver. He kissed the part in her hair, her eyelids fluttering shut and brushing against his collarbone. He smiled against her scalp. She hummed a soft note, letting it resonate around the room. Both of their eyes fell upon the window, staring out at the city under the midnight sky.

"I'm tired." She groaned, making him snort and look down at her again.

"Well, we are in bed," he said, smirking, "those are primarily for sleeping. And after the exercise you just had--"

"--Shut up, Mon-El." She said, burying her face into the mattress just next to him.

He laughed, stooping down and kissing her cheek. His lips moved up to her ear, sucking on it gently. She squealed and shoved at him.