Even Heroes Have the Right to Bleed (фемслэш)

“Mon-El has officially asked if he could court me.” Kara fidgeted, pushing her glasses higher nervously.
The silence was deafening. Alex blinked, sure that it was that last shot of whiskey that was still rattling around her belly, causing the burn in her gut. She wished she had another one, that she could swallow down along with her unexpectedly raw feelings.
“So tell him the truth, Kara,” Alex finally spoke, when she could breathe again, meeting Kara’s worried gaze. “Tell him that we are already bonded.”