Alex presses herself against Astra, their breaths mingling together, "I've missed you," she whispers. "Where have you been?"
"Thinking," Astra tells the younger woman, pushing her back, "thinking about you and me."
"And just what have you been thinking?" Alex questions, voice playful.
Astra sighs, steps away from Alex, "I'm tired of being your secret," she says tiredly. She crosses her arms, "It's been three years, Alexandra."
"Astra -"
"No," the older woman says shaking her head. She drops her head, staring at her feet, "I want to tell Kara why I'm always so happy. I want to kiss you before we leave on missions. I want to hold your hand at game night." She brushes at tears that trail down her cheeks without her permission, "Dammit, Alex," and the shortened version of her name tells Alex how upset Astra truly is, "I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you." She growls low in her throat, "I want to love you."
Alex looks away from the other woman, "I can't," she murmurs. Astra is gone before she can blink, "I already do."
Prompt: 36. "I'm tired of being your secret."