633. Chapter 633

Neither of them are sure how they got stuck with cleanup duty after Girls’ Night, but neither of them complain much beyond a grumble.

Because Ruby called to ask if she could go ice skating with the friend she’d stayed with last night, so Sam can stay, and if anyone in National City gets to sleep in less than the four other women in the apartment, it’s Sam. So they let her sleep where she’d passed out on Kara’s bed.

And Lena is wearing one of Kara’s oversized sweaters, smiling blearily into her steaming mug of coffee as Kara putters around the kitchen in nothing but a flannel and boy shorts, making enough breakfast to feed a human army, but that in reality will feed exactly the five of them.

So Sam is sleeping, and Lena is melting over the sight of Kara making everyone breakfast, swooning into soft morning kisses and gentle, passing touches.

And in this situation? With this aura of peace, of happiness, of rest, permeating the entire place?

Maggie and Alex aren’t about to complain about their task of tip toeing around the apartment, picking up glasses of wine and empty bottles from last night.

Because they’re not just picking up plates and leftovers and garbage.

They’re picking up memories.

Their hands brush over the bottle that Lena had laughingly spun when she wanted to kiss Kara. It had stopped on Alex, and she switched its orientation as everyone squealed with laughter, and Kara had turned so red with pleasure that she knew she’d never live it down. And that was okay with her.

Their eyes meet adoringly as Maggie picks up the paper plate that, last night, had been full of the cookies the two of them had shared on the couch as they whispered to each other, kissed, fed each other, won the award for most despicably sweet couple in the galaxy from their sister, her girlfriend, and their newest friend.

Their lips curved into marching smiles as Alex picks up a piece of pizza crust that had miraculously escaped Kara’s notice, and they giggle into each other’s shoulders when they glance over to see her eating a pancake right off the pan.

“Thank you,” Maggie whispers as she holds Alex from behind when they’ve sorted everything into compost, recyclables, and garbage.

“For what?” Alex turns her face so they can kiss as Lena and Kara do the same in the kitchen.

“For… this,” Maggie explains. “For… for sharing your family with me.”

Alex shakes her head and turns around, staying in Maggie’s arms but shifting so they’re face to face, chest to chest, so close their thighs are touching, too.

“Our family, Maggie. Ours,” she corrects her tenderly, and she steadies her when Maggie swoons, when she shivers.

“You cold?” Alex asks, and Maggie shakes her head.

Alex smiles, then, because she knows.

“It’s called being happy, get used to it, Sawyer,” she tells her and kisses her until neither of them remember where they are; until neither of them remember what air is that hasn’t come directly out of the other’s lungs; until neither of them remember where her body ends and the other’s begins.

“Breakfast is ready, lovebirds,” Lena’s voice is warm with a smile, and they stop kissing slowly, but they keep their bodies connected.

“You’re two to talk about lovebirds,” Alex teases her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. They don’t bother denying it, because they couldn’t even if they wanted to. And they don’t want to.

They just want to stay like this forever.

And so they do; all of them.