#the nest alex was part of always comes back to bite her in the ass just like lucifer always comes back to haunt sam

[thebiggestmenace]

how ironic is it that Jody basically adopts Sam and Dean and then later adopts Alex and Claire. oh, the similarities between them all

you have Alex, who was a monster when we met her and Sam, who had demon blood in him. Alex was given a group of friends - a boyfriend - by someone who was wronged by her and later tried to kill her. and Sam, who was given a group of friends - a girlfriend - by someone who wanted to keep tabs on him to turn him into something worse. and both of them found this out in front of their loved ones. oh, and they both have something from their past, always coming and biting them in the ass again. oh, they both have school on Monday, too, can't forget that :)

you have Claire, who has so many daddy issues they can rival Dean's. both of their backgrounds are so, so similar, they really are just the same person in different fonts. what, Mary dies so John goes on this huge hunt and changes who he is to find her killer, and Jimmy gets possessed by an angel, leading Amelia to go on this huge hunt to find him and changing who she is as a person? and both John and Amelia die to protect their kid?

idk it's just a little ironic that Jody has these two boys who aren't always in her life, but she has these two girls who are so very similar to them that she does have every day of her life

also, Claire is gay??? if their backstories are so similar, should Dean not also b-(indistinct screaming, cars honking)

[gldngrl7]

Karamel Fic: Ruination (1 of 6)

Title: Ruination

Author: gldngrl7

Started: January 5, 2017

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 6

Disclaimer: It should come as no surprise that I do not own Supergirl or ANY DC Comics character herein.  Morgon Ral is all me though, so hands off my precious baby!

Author’s Notes:  I’m back!  Here’s the first installment of the second story of what I’m calling the ‘Hanging On, Letting Go’ series.

Again, this story is explicit in nature and this time to explicit talk is not confined to a single chapter, so reader beware!  Dom/sub undertones continue and will continue throughout the series as they push their limits. I will try to be gentle to neophyte readers though.

Many, many thanks to @baskingintheinsanity for the beta read and all the lovely chats we’ve been having.  I adore you, and wish all the very best for you.

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9423479/chapters/21332123 Chapter: 1/6

                           I'm a little unsure how it got so complicated

                                     If I let go I know, I'll regret it

                          Every heart that I held before

                                    I was sure to break it

                         --Jason Derulo – “Cheyenne”

 Loathe to leave her side, he regrets dragging himself from the heat of her bed and her arms; from the soft brush of her breath on his shoulder. He’d like nothing more than to stay until she wakes, to kiss away her inevitable morning-after awkwardness before taking her once more in the light of the morning sunrise.

He’d give anything to hear her cry his name against his ear as he rocks his body into hers, the morning light streaming through the window to illuminate the slight sheen of sweat building up on their skin.  He’s had her, and now there’ll never be any going back.

“Tick-tock, brother,” Ral’s voice drags Mon-El from his reverie. Mon-El doesn’t know how long he’s been standing at the end of her bed watching her sleep.  In her sleep, she shifts to her stomach, burying her forearms under her pillow and settling against the soft down.  Her bed sheet has shifted, leaving her back bare, a gorgeous canvas of flawless skin, as her golden curls spill off to one side.  He’d sell his soul to kiss his way up her spine.

At some point he got dressed on autopilot, and blew out all the still-burning candles in the room from last night, their leftover ambience.  “What’s that story about the princess and the clock striking midnight?” Ral asks.

“I don’t remember.”

“Well you’re about to turn into a radish, princess.”

“Pumpkin,” he corrects, his brain also on autopilot. “And that was the carriage.”

“See…I knew you remembered.”

Mon-El opens his mouth to reply before he thinks better of it. Outside, the morning sky is beginning to lighten and he’s going to have to tear himself away from this wonderful view of her if he wants to make it back to the DEO in time for his mandated check-in.  He slips out of her room, wondering how someone who can hear a cry for help from a dozen miles away can sleep so soundly even when the sounds of the city awakening already echo in his ears.  Debating his best exit strategy, he elects the window she uses when leaving for ‘emergencies’, rather than departing through the front door—which would require leaving the door unlocked.   There’s just one more thing.

He sneaks back into her bedroom, depositing a remembrance on the pillow beside her. She will wake up with the gift of knowing that the night meant something to him.  He tucks the comforter more firmly around her back so she won’t get cold before slipping out the door.  Squeezing out of her living room window, he closes it as best as he can behind him, checking the street for dog walkers and early morning joggers before dropping the four stories to land on the pavement below. Thanks to Kara, he’s learned a thing or two about prudence.

****

 Kara wakes with sunshine streaming through her floor-to-ceiling plate-glass window and startles with how late it is already.  She rarely sleeps past the first hour of sunrise, her energy typically more manic after a good night’s sleep.

But this morning is different.

Her body is more tired than usual,  deliciously so.  Reaching a hand across the bed, Kara expects to find him there, but instead his space on the mattress is empty and cold.  Empty for a while then, she concludes.  Kara’s heart sinks at the discovery.  How long had he stayed after she’d fallen into a deep asleep?

Wiping the drowsiness from her eyes, she spots something on the pillow beside her.  There, where his head was rested only hours before, lay three delicate flowers. Forget-me-nots. She debates if that is a plea from him for her not to forget what passed between them or a gesture meant say he will not forget.

Either way, Kara smiles dreamily at the tiny blue and pink blossoms. He left her asleep, but didn’t want her to think he was just leaving her.  Placing the flowers on her bedside table, she stretches her arms over her head, working out the twinges and kinks left in the aftermath of a long night of repeated lovemaking. Kara attempts to suppress the spread of the grin across her face by biting her lower lip, but it’s like trying to subdue a high tide. The feeling is too strong.

Her wistfulness is impolitely disturbed by the discordant buzzing of her phone on the bedside table. The noise effectively extinguishing her morning afterglow, Kara reaches over to answer it, nearly toppling a candle, the lamp, and a picture frame in her haste.  Her sister’s voice comes over the line before Kara can even place the phone to her ear.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call me since last night!” Alex admonishes. “Are you still in bed?”

Kara snuggles further into the warmth of her nest, pulling the comforter over her head.  “Yes,” she pouts.

Trying to kick her brain into gear and failing miserably, Kara’s only thought, in the darkness created by the covers, is that he should be on the other side of the bed, dragging her into his arms and touching every part of her naked skin that he can reach.  Her body yearns for it.  Kara sighs sadly.  It’s as if it had all been a dream – a glorious dream.  But she’s naked and definitely no longer a virgin. She can feel it.

“Get your butt out of bed and come open the door, slacker.  I brought donuts and coffee.”

Kara’s stomach growls viciously, as if to remind her that sex isn’t the only basic necessity in her life.  If she didn’t know any better she’d say that her stomach is currently jealous of…other parts of her.  She crawls out of bed and roots around for her robe before remembering it was discarded in the living room last night. So in its stead she throws on her crumpled nightgown.  She picks up the robe, donning it en-route to the door and finishes tying the sash just as her sister enters.

Alex looks her up and down and smirks.  “You look…ravished.”

“Feed me,” Kara demands, reaching for the donut box.  Alex hands over the box of assorted sugary treats without resistance, preferring not to cause an international incident.  Kara takes the box and the offered cup of coffee and retreats with them back to the kitchen island.

She tears a handful of paper towels off the roll on the counter before digging into the box and selecting an overstuffed, raspberry, jelly-filled pastry.

“So…Mon-El checked back into the DEO this morning safe and sound,” Alex informs her with a grin that grows wider as she adds, “Five minutes late.”

Kara nearly chokes on her bite of donut.  “He was late?” she asks.  “Is he in trouble?”  So he hadn’t left as soon as she’d fallen asleep sometime around 2 AM.  The deepest parts of Kara’s belly perform a series of backflips and her heartrate picks up speed, but he refuses to figure out why.

“Relax,” Alex reassures her, holding out her hand in a well-honed diplomatic gesture.  “We don’t send out tactical teams for tardiness.  The point I was trying to make is that he must have left at the very last minute.”  Ever observant, she tilts her head toward the living room window, cracked open a few inches. “And he left by the window, I see. How very ‘Romeo’ of him.  So…was he?”

“Was he what?” she stalls, her mouth full of raspberry jam. It’s too much to expect a girl to snack and dish.

“Was he…Romeo?” Her voice is filled with barely restrained concern.

Kara glances away from her sister, wishing for all the world that she could avoid Alex’s razor sharp scrutiny.  During Sister Night, she had promised Alex to inform her of how everything went with Mon-El, but in the warm light of morning, she was hesitant to speak. Last night hadn’t been what she was expecting, and Kara still doesn’t quite know what to do with that.  Part of her wants to keep it to herself for the time being, hold it in cupped hands like a fragile ember on a windy night. Just for her.

“C’mon!” Alex protests.  “Do I need to go shoot his ass, or what?”

“Please don’t.”  With Kara’s state of mind the way it is—all a jumble—she decides maybe it would be best, healthy even, to talk about it.  At least some of it.  “I like his…a-ass…just the way it is.”  Heat rises in her cheeks with the use of the coarse word, her mouth stumbling on it.

Alex had always been the bold one- the first one to curse in front of their parents, the first to stay out past curfew, the first to break the rules. Kara knew it was Alex’s subconscious way of garnering parental attention in a house with an alien sister that seemed to demand the lion’s share of it.  She never begrudged Alex her little rebellions, in fact, she had always admired them, hero-worshipping her sister from the beginning.

Kara, on the other hand, was the opposite.  Always following the rules.  Never talking back, even when she wanted to.  Never picking up the curse words that the kids at school relished throwing around like bouncing balls they’d lob at one another.  Never staying out past her curfew – never giving Eliza or Jeremiah a reason to worry.

She supposes it’s a function of being—essentially—a foster child. Don’t rock the boat.  Don’t be more trouble than your worth.  Don’t give them any reason to send you away.  On the outside, she never doubted her place in the Danvers’ household, but deep within she feared that one wrong move would pull that ostensibly safe, secure rug out from under her.

“Well that’s an interesting development,” Alex notes.

“It’s just a word, Alex,” Kara scoffs, trying to play it off.

“I wasn’t talking about that.”  Alex’s brain shifts for a second, as though replaying the conversation over in her head.  “Although…now that you mention it.”

“I want more,” Kara blurts, wiping powdered sugar from her lips with the paper towel crunched in her hands.

Alex takes a chocolate covered donut for herself before sliding the box across the counter to her.  “That’s why I brought you a dozen.  Minus one.”

“Not donuts,” Kara says.  Though she blindly grabs another donut as if to belie her own words.  “Mon-El,” she confesses.

Kara takes a huge bite of the Boston cream pie donut, and when the filling floods her mouth, she can’t help but have flashbacks to some of last night’s activities.  With the ring finger of her right hand she demurely and deliberately wipes a dab of vanilla filling from the corner of her mouth, while a dampness secretly springs forth between her legs.  Rao! Horny from eating a donut!  If Mon-El were here right now she would climb him like Mount Everest.

“Are you serious right now?” Alex asks, a look of incredulity on her face. “This is Mon-El we’re talking about still?  The guy you disliked the moment you found out he was from Daxam?  The planet of Hedonists?”

Kara’s lips press together, one eye squeezing shut in her cute, awkward way as she recalls that regrettable memory.  She’d been a snob and a hopeless prude, in that way that virgins who don’t know the call of the flesh can be on occasion, when their own attractions frighten them.  “Well…maybe…Hedonism can have its place,” she suggests.  She might consider rethinking some of her old beliefs since last night. She never could have imagined this…agreement…would make her question so many things.

Alex barks a laugh, bending over at that waist and placing her hands on her knees.  It’s a laughter that’s much bigger than her size would suggest her capable of. Kara’s skin heats up again, but this time it’s not from remembered intimacies, it’s from the embarrassment that comes from being laughed at.

“What did he do to you?” Alex queries, laughter still spilling out her mouth like a rum barrel with a leak in it.  

Kara watches her sister and waits for the laughter to trickle off. Like last night, this isn’t going at all as expected.  Her beloved sister is plodding through her afterglow with dirty boots and leaving tracks all over the floor.   In defense of her beautiful night, her first sexual experience, and in defense of the—she now finds—incredible man who provided it to her, Kara is struck with the inexorable need to wipe the smile from her sister’s face.

“Nothing I didn’t happily beg for,” she says proudly, adding a defiant flip of her curls for good measure.

Mission accomplished.

Stunned, the smile slips from Alex’s face and a crimson blush encroaches upon her neck as well.  “So, it was…good…then?”  

As close as the sisters were, they were not used to talking about these things. She had never, before now, had anything to talk about.

“It was spectacular.  Thank you for asking.”  Kara takes a sip from her coffee and then sets her mouth in a firm line.  Alex can feel the tension pull taut like guide wire. “Everything I could have asked for.”

“I’m sorry about laughing,” Alex apologizes, hoping to put her sister at ease.  “I just never thought—“

“Well, neither did I,” Kara cuts her off.  She wishes Mon-El were here right now, so that he could take her in his arms and stroke away the emotion she feels welling up in her right now. But she doesn’t know if that’s even something he would do now—if that’s who they are now.  And Kara finds that not knowing is scarier than losing her virginity.  Her throat tightens and she turns away from her sister before tears can fall down her cheeks.  Kara wipes away the singular droplet that escapes her control. She’s never liked showing her tears.

“Hey, c’mon,” Alex’s voice softens.  Even turned away, Alex recognizes the dejected slump in her sister’s shoulders.  “Talk to me. If everything went so well, why are you upset?  It can’t just be about me laughing.”

“He was gone when I woke up this morning,” Kara whispers.

“He had to—“

“I know.”

“But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt a little,” the older woman surmises.

Kara nods.  “And now I’m confused.   He was so sweet,” she tells her sister.   “Telling me that he wanted to win my heart – wanted to do what it takes to be the kind of man I deserve.  But what does that mean?  He wants to be with me today?  Tomorrow? Some day in the distant future?”

“Is there reason to think he wasn’t telling you the truth?”

“Oh, the truth!” Kara exclaims.  “He totally remembers the kiss, by the way.”

“I figured he might—“

“Confessed the whole thing to me, right where you’re standing.  He said that he lied because he didn’t want me to be embarrassed by him.  Embarrassed by him!”

“Well there have been a few times when you weren’t exactly—“

It comes flooding back to her, like a montage of moments –all the moments when she’d tried to fit him into this tiny mold of what she wanted him to be.  But now…now she’s realizing that he’s so much bigger than any mold she could make for him.

“Oh no, Alex!  I was embarrassed by him, and disappointed. Embarrassed because he wasn’t fitting in, and because he wasn’t doing the things I wanted him to do.  He lost everything, Alex.  He came here with nothing but the clothes on his back and memories of a long dead world and what did I do?  Get a job, Mon-El!  Wear these glasses, Mon-El!  Become a hero, Mon-El!  Stop beating people up for money, Mon-El!” she rambles.

“I think you might have been right about the last one,” Alex tries and fails to interrupt the rant.

“I could have been more compassionate.  I could have done more to help him find his way, instead of assuming that he should make the same choices I have.  I gave him impossible standards to meet.  I set him up for failure from the start.  I am an awful, awful person.”

“You might be overstating things a bit.”

“And by some miracle he’s forgiven me for all of it,” Kara shakes her head. “Which just confuses me even more because I still don’t know what last night means.  It was just supposed to be a one-time thing and now….”

“You don’t want it to be.”

Kara shakes her head but remains silent, a condition Alex finds incredibly disconcerting.  She takes the opportunity to attempt to ease her concerns.

“Kara,” Alex says softly, approaching her sister as if she might fold with the slightest provocation.  “I think you’re unspooling a little bit, so I’m going offer you a little advice, okay?”  With Kara’s nod, she continues.  “I know that my love life has been kind of a mess, but here it goes: Mom once told me…when we were having ‘the talk’, ‘Don’t confuse sex with love, Alex.  It’s the most dangerous thing you can ever do.’  Now…I’m not saying that what you and Mon-El shared wasn’t real or that it didn’t mean something profound.  I wasn’t there; it’s not for me to judge.  What I am saying is that it’s okay not to be sure right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  I’m pretty sure I’m right about this.”  Alex chuckles lightly, but not in a mocking sort of way.  “You’ve had this whole new world open up to you overnight.  It can be overwhelming and emotional and terrifying and exhilarating; or any combination of those all at once. Believe me…I know!   Of course you have questions. But I don’t think you should make any assumptions right now… about what it all might mean, for you or for him.  There’s no reason to push this, sis.”

“So what do I do?”

“You have to figure that out for yourself.  But…if you want to have sex with him again, then have sex with him again.  Scratch that itch, I say.  It’s your right.”  Alex speaks with the assertion of woman who’s spent her fair share of time lately scratching her own itch.

“That’s what he said last night.  That it was my right to demand my needs be met.”

“Sounds like he’s on the right track.  For once.”  Alex couldn’t resist getting in that last dig at Mon-El.  For good or for bad, the Daxamite was a part of Kara’s—their—lives now, and she needed to get used to that. Especially if this thing between them became something more, which she had a feeling it might.  Alex didn’t want her impressions of Mon-El to become a roadblock in her relationship with her sister.

Kara rolls her eyes.

“But think about this, too: don’t have sex with him because you believe you have something to apologize for or that you owe him.  And don’t have sex with him because you might have made some special connection when you were together.  If you do it, make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons, and be honest with yourself about what those reasons are.  And honest with him. Because one thing I do know, Kara, is that expectations can kill a relationship, especially in the beginning when it’s all fresh.  Unless you’re on the same page, and you can take the time to figure that out.  Don’t be pushy.  Keep it light. I’m sure the situation will work itself out before you know it.”

“I hope so.”

“And if you really want to know how he feels about all of it, just ask him, Kara.”

She smiles at her sister’s advice but somehow thinks she’s not quite ready to be that brave yet.

“Now, finish your donuts and take a shower.  You have a training session scheduled with the new recruits in an hour and you can’t come in smelling of sex.  I’m already running late.  I’ll meet you there, right?”

“Right,” Kara sighs, giving her sister a look for the tease.  The last thing she wants to do is spend an afternoon throwing green recruits around the training room, while trying not to break them permanently.  

“Hey, sis,” Alex calls before opening the door.

“Yes?”

“You really are glowing,” Alex offers.  An olive branch.  “The Daxamite must have done something right.  Can’t wait to throw him a wink next time I see him.”

Kara laughs, the feeling like a rose unfurling in her chest, some of her frustration melting away.  Sister talks are good for that.  And Alex would do it, she had no doubt.  Just to see the look on his face.  Kara wishes she could be there to see it too.  “You’ll have to tell me how that works out.”

“I will.  See you in an hour.”

“An hour,” she echoes, as Alex closes the door behind her.

TBC