One Shots

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛?

     She was happy. After a long, long time, she finally felt content. Her family was better than ever, no unnecessary drama, no major crisis to take care of...

     Her professional life was flowing greatly as well. After being awarded with a Pulitzer, she felt a consistent rush of giddy happiness due to being nationally recognized by her work and effort.

     Love life wise... she was good. Great even. She never felt she would be able to date again, not considering who she was and the responsibility she bore regarding those close to her. However, life was never predictable, and brought her a cute, British, reporter boyfriend.

     She felt the excitement of beginning a new relationship take place in her body. She was happy. She smiled more often, giggled more often, and she had someone whom she could talk to, get advice from and simply share some of life's daily experiences.

     In spite of all of that, she still missed being truly touched. Feeling a strong hand grip hers. Being able to embrace someone with all her strength when said someone had been missed, or being tightly embraced by someone when she felt distressed. Someone. Him.

     She moved on. She did, but there were certain moments that she'd forever miss, and never forget. Sensations that she was sure she wouldn't feel with anyone else, and towards anyone else. It was simply impossible.

     She loved the way her stomach would jump with anticipation, and her cheeks would burn with flattery. But real, physical touch? She barely felt. She wished she could, but she was trying to make peace with the fact that she never would. She would always be worrying about control. Don't squeeze his hand too hard, don't hug him too fiercely, bear control over your excitement, and Rao forbid, do not break his nose. He still didn't know who she really was, so she had to be extra careful.

     Frustrations aside, she really did like him, and was thrilled to have him in her life.

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     "Alex! Anything I can help with?" Kara asked as she flew through the DEO balcony.

     "Surprisingly, not really. Dreamer is taking care of some silly thieves but that's about all..." Her sister replied. "How are you? We haven't had much time to catch up..."

     "I've been good. Catco is great, superheroing is great, things with William are... good." Kara hesitated.

     "Hmm. You don't seem so sure though." Alex noted.

     "Agh... it's just... since he doesn't know who I am, I have to keep reminding myself to change my posture around him when I'm Supergirl and that's... it's tough." The blonde told. It wasn't the whole truth, but it would do.

     "I'm sure you'll be fine. If this whole thing lasts you're gonna be able to tell him about you and everything will be easier." Alex smiled, rubbing Kara's shoulder.

     "You're right. Thank you, Alex."

     "Don't mention it." The redhead replied.

     "And what about you Alex? How have you been?" Kara questioned. They both leaned against the handrail, observing the people working below them.

     "Good. It's nice to have some peace around here every once in a while." Alex responded.

     "And how's Kelly?" Kara smirked, making Alex blush slightly.

     "Great! She's... incredible. And I'm surprised about how well things are going between us. We kinda just... click, you know?"

     "Well... maybe you're just... made for each other. I'm so glad to see you this happy Alex." Kara smiled, truthfully.