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Traveling to another planet was the last thing Y/N expected on his bucket list. When Kara invited him, he thought they were just going on a date. Turns out, he was half-right. Y/N’s family didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t have enough time to let them know.
Kara showed up out of nowhere on top of him in bed, gave him one of the sloppiest kisses he ever had, and dragged him out of bed. She practically picked out his clothes for him. Kara said, “Who cares if it’s casual? You’ll be taking them off later tonight anyway.”
Y/N couldn’t argue. Almost every date so far ended with intimacy, but it wasn’t like he despised it. He too was a perverted freak; Kara was simply more vocal about their time together.
Speaking of the devil, Y/N could see Kara dancing to one of the songs played by what seems to be this planet’s equivalent of a jukebox. Y/N couldn’t help but admire his girlfriend’s dancing, as the light shined from above onto her messy blonde hair. It wasn’t the best dancing, but all that mattered was Kara being happy.
She needed moments like this.
Y/N took a shot of the alcohol in his hand, while bitter but still refreshing to have another round of. He looked down at Krypto, aka the extraterrestrial canine that acted as the third wheel. Thankfully, Clark wouldn’t be dealing with him biting on Gary’s arm again.
“Hey, Krypto,” Y/N whispered, attempting a volume low enough from Kara’s alien hearing. “I don’t know how or when, but I’m gonna marry that girl.” Krypto titled his head sideways. “She’s a mess, but she’s my mess. My brave beautiful mess with an ‘s’ on her chest.” Y/N briefly looked at Kara with a dreamy look on his face, while the female kryptonian looked unaware of her surroundings and only focused on the music.
“Hey, bartender!” Y/N exclaimed. “Get me five more rounds! For both me and my girl!”
While the bartender got out the drinks, Krypto saw that Kara had stopped dancing and instead was looking at Y/N. She had a gleeful smile, complimented by the faintest red blush on her face. The kryptonian walked up and sat back down next to Y/N.
“Did you enjoy the sight?” She asked, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s shoulders.
“Maybe.” Y/N replied, “Don’t act like you weren’t putting on a show for me.”
“What can I say? I’m your brave beautiful mess after all.” She said.
Y/N paused, slowly turning his head to face Kara who sported a playful expression. “Seriously? I was sure you couldn’t hear me this time!”
“You should know by now that’s not possible.” Kara pecked her lips on Y/N’s cheek. “You look cute when you think you’re smart. Stupid, but still cute.”
“We’ll see who looks stupid once we finish our drinks.” Y/N picked up a glass, raising it up. “Here’s to being in space!”
“To being in space!” Kara repeated, getting another shot and bumping it into Y/N’s. They each took a sip, not tearing apart eye contact at one another.
“I’m ripping your clothes off later.” Kara nonchalantly blurted, earning herself another shocked reaction from her boyfriend.
“I still need to wear something once we get back.” Y/N said.
“We’ll find some spares.” Kara responded, gripping her right hand on Y/N’s thigh. “Just focus on the now, okay, babe?”
Y/N recognized Kara’s soft tone in her voice, because nothing makes him more passionate than hearing the voice of a girl who will take what’s her. He looked at Krypto, who’s completely obvious to the shift in the scene’s mood. “Okay.” Y/N replied, giving off a sheepish grin.
If Krypton had a god, Y/N would be thanking them right now.