Every time.

That's all that matters.

                                Kara's pov

"That was great, but this time keep your foot planted it'll keep you more grounded while you turn." Mon-El exclaims, pointing to a spot on the floor where he wanted me to plant my foot. I follow the direction of his finger, and move my right foot to that spot. It feels weird having Mon-El teach me new techniques, considering I'm the one that taught him first. But the tables have turned so now we're taking steps in each other's shoes. This time I get the pivot correct, which causes Mon-Els lips to tip up, a satisfied grin growing on his face. "There you go! You're a natural!" Mon-El exclaims, as he rest his hands on his waist, forming his usual stance.

"I wouldn't go that far." I proclaim chuckling at his overly excited words. This was by far one of the most challenging training sessions I've had in a while.

"Well I would. In fact I even decided that you're ready for the ultimate test." Mon-El grins as he moves closer towards me, closing the relatively small distance between us.

"Mm, and what is that exactly?" I question smirking at the smug expression on his annoyingly handsome face. He only lifts his fist up in response. "Oh really?! sparring with you's the ultimate challenge?" I tease as I let out another laugh.

"Of course it is!" Mon-El exclaims defensively, a smile speared across his lips like butter on toast. "I've been going easy on you these last few weeks, but I think you're finally ready for an all out session."

"Well than I guess your 'challenge' is accepted." I remark emphasizing the word challenge before raising my fist up and mimicking his stance.

"I'll have you know that I've severely improved over the last seven years" Mon-El remarks simply.

"Oh I'm not worried I'll still be able to beat your perfectly shaped ass." I counter quickly. A devious grin spread across Mon-Els face.

"You thi—"

"—Shut up!" I exclaim quickly, still grinning as I throw the first punch. Which Mon-El dodges easily, by moving to the right of me. He smirks at my failed attempt to hit him, before moving in to deliver me a swift right hook which I also manage to dodge. He tries delivering a left hook, but I catch it midair. And use that leverage to spin him around, so that his back is now pressed against my front, allowing me to hold him in a neck lock, in a way that still allows him to breath, but doesn't allow him to escape. "Wanna call it quits?" I tease, whispering into his ear. He only chuckles at my words.

"Not just yet." Mon-El remarks gruffly, before using the aid of his flight ring to flip himself over my shoulder so that he's released from my grasp.

"Impressive." I murmur, as I turn to face him.

"There's more where that came from." As Mon-El begins running, meeting me in the middle once more. This time he throws the first blow which barely skims past my shoulder.

"You're much faster than I remember." I state, this time blocking his punch with my forearm.

"Or are you just being slower?" Mon-El teases, but his grin quickly falls, when he lands on the floor which a thud. I always did tell him to work on his footing.

"Nope. I seem pretty good, don't you think?" I ask, grinning, as I stand over him. He rolls his eyes back before proceeding to grab the end of his cape, and  aiming for my hand, when he successfully captures it with his cape, he tugs me down. Which causes me to land on top of him ungracefully. "You could've just asked you know?" I state as I rest my chin on his chest, which was rising and falling in an unsteady pace, just like my own.

"Like you asked me if I wanted you to sweep me off my feet just now?" Mon-El ask chuckling as he wraps his arms around me, securing me in his arms.