642. Chapter 642

Sometimes when Alex is depressed, she needs her depression playlist.

And sometimes, when Alex is depressed, she needs Maggie to turn off her depression playlist and get her dancing.

This?

This is one of those times.

So when Maggie stares at her long enough to tell what kind of depression this is, she switches the music wordlessly to Cyndi Lauper.

It takes Alex a minute to smile.

It takes her a minute, but when Maggie starts to move, Alex can’t help herself.

She smiles and she laughs and she accepts the hands Maggie is offering her.

They twirl each other and they laugh helplessly in each other’s arms, teasing each other about how their dance moves aren’t nearly as coordinated as their fighting styles, about how much fun their wedding reception is going to be.

“Oh my god, Winn’s gonna be hysterical,” Maggie laughs, but when Alex takes her face between her hands and Maggie does the same, the energy transforms from fun to needy, from hilarity and relief to passionate and a different kind of intimate.

“Let’s not talk about Winn right now,” Alex breathes as she kisses her.

Kisses her all the way back to the bed – their bed – all the way back to where Maggie tugs her shirt off and Alex melts into her body.

She’s about to take Maggie’s shirt off, too, when One Week randomly starts blasting through Alex’s phone.

They both stop and they both laugh until they cry.

The last few months have been… they’ve all almost died. Several times. The city had almost burned. Kara was only now starting to smile again.

So they collapse into bed and they laugh until they cry, until they hold each other close and steady. Maggie’s fingers find the hem of her own shirt.

“May I?” she asks, and Alex nods eagerly. “I’m not hitting on you, I just wanna feel more of our bodies together,” she explains unnecessarily, and her need to constantly affirm whatever Alex wants – or doesn’t want – to do is one of the reasons Alex is so proud to wear her ring.

So Maggie tugs off her shirt and Alex bites her lip.

“Damn,” she breathes.

“Gay,” Maggie retorts, and Alex preens.

“Yep!”

“Nerd.”

“Your nerd.”

“Always,” Maggie holds out her arms and gathers Alex into them, and their bodies meld together effortlessly.

“I know I haven’t been entirely present lately. About the wedding,” Alex tells her softly as Maggie strokes her hair, as she traces Kryptonian letters of love onto Maggie’s bare stomach with her fingers.

“You’ve had a lot on your mind, Danvers,” Maggie kisses her nose, and Alex scrunches her face in appreciation, but she shakes her head.

“No, I know, but… I know I’ve scared you. About wanting kids, about… about pushing you with your family.”

“Hey, I’m the one who said I don’t want you to push down your feelings, Alex. And I don’t.”

Alex sighs and shifts so they can kiss, and they do, long and soft and tender.

It’s slow and it’s gentle, but they’re both still dizzy and breathless when they part.

“I know you don’t, and that’s one of the many things I love about you,” Alex takes her turn to kiss Maggie’s nose, and she relishes the giggle that she knows Maggie only makes for her.

“I just… I want to make sure I’m treating you well enough. Making you feel like you’re… enough. Like you’re valued enough, good enough. Loved enough. Because you are. All those things.”

Tears spring to Maggie’s eyes, and she nods slowly.

“You definitely want to marry me?” she asks, and Alex’s eyes give her all the answer she needs.

“I definitely want to marry you,” she affirms with her words, too, and they’re the sweetest words Maggie’s ever heard.