The three of us (karamel baby AU)

Marry me

Dawn had already broken through the night sky by the time Mon-El returned home. He was tired and homesick and in desperate need of a long thorough bath. His clothes smelled, his hair was dirty and wet and, for some reason, he couldn't remember what day it was. Was it Monday? Was it Friday? He couldn't tell.

His weary figure stumbled into the kitchen. He tried to be quiet, shushed his own self when he tripped over a chair and headed to the fridge. He didn't open it though, despite the insistent rumbling of his stomach. Instead, he lifted a hand and pointed at the circled date on the calendar.

"Friday," he mumbled and nodded his head, "it's Friday."

He'd been away from home, away from his girlfriend and daughter, for over two weeks. The days had blended together in his mind; time has lost its plausibility.

Those days he's spent flying all over the world. At first, it'd been a battle with wildfires burning across southern Europe. From West to East, Portugal to Greece, he'd spent many sleepless nights going back and forth between borders in an attempt to lessen the damage and tame the flames when the firefighters retreated after the sun had gone down. Next had been Japan, where a particularly strong earthquake had torn whole cities in two and hundreds of people had gotten trapped under collapsed buildings. He'd stayed there longer than Europe, needing to help with the aftermath and not so much the disaster itself. He made a trip to India, traveled down to Australia after a train-wreck and straight to Brazil, where protests in the heart of the capital turned into a conflict between protesters and police. Some floods in Africa, some cyclone in Asia, some help in Latin America, and the days went by like that.

From country to country (thank Rao everybody appreciated his help and hadn't had any problems when he flew over airspace he had no permission to enter), from problem to problem and cry for help after cry for help, Mon-El had worn himself thin and he could feel it in each and every one of his cells at the moment. He took a deep breath in, held it for a long second and then released it quick enough it felt like his chest ached in protest. His legs had grown tired of supporting his weight, his eyelids heavy from the lack of sleep, and so, the tired hero let his knees buckle and slowly lowered himself on the kitchen floor. He rested his head against the cabinets and didn't fight the motion when his eyes slid shut.

He could've fallen asleep, he wasn't sure, but when he sensed Kara shaking his shoulder gently, a little startle brought him back into awareness.

"Mon-El, wake up, love," the blonde whispered and caressed his cheek with her thumb. Her mouth curved in the softest of smiles when he blinked and gazed at her, hazy and incoherent and nowhere near ready to join her in the real world.

"I fell asleep?" Mon-El slurred, half his words getting lost on their way out.

"You did," Kara nodded in response.

He dozed off again but she didn't bother him, opting to start undressing him instead. His cape was first, which she unclipped and tried to pull away. The end of it had gotten trapped under his butt, but with a little wiggling and a few kisses to hush Mon-El's whines, Kara managed to free him of it at last. Next were his boots and socks, which, surprisingly, were easier to handle. She tucked the suit pants down and thanked Winn a dozen times (in her head) for the zipper he had added to the upper piece, that made it easier to pull off her practically-slumbering man.

Once the suit was off, she tried to coax Mon-El awake again. Caresses and kisses, softly-spoken words and tender touches, gentle pulls and a few protesting groans later, a pair of stormy eyes opened and held her captive within a mere second, within a single blink.

"Bedroom or bathroom?" she asked and traced a thumb along his brow, patiently waiting for him to ease out of his daze.

"Bathroom," he said, "I smell."