DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

4. Just a reminder: the Supergirl in this story is not Kara Zor-El, but the post-Crisis Matrix with an altered backstory. For more information, see Disclaimers/Notes for the first chapter.

DANCING ON AIR

"And now, the lovely couple will take their first dance."

There was applause from those gathered at Freddy Freeman's announcement. Both blushing deeply, the two young women took centre stage and hugged closely. Then the music began, and everything else around them evaporated. All they had were eyes for eachother.

Moving delicately on the dancefloor, they stared adoringly at one another. It was indeed their first dance. As newlyweds.

Mary Batson-Trix giggled slightly. In response, Mae leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Laughing into the kiss, Mary barely managed to keep her feet working as they continued swaying to the music. Separating their lips, Mae sighed with contentment. Mary rested her head on the perfect blonde's shoulder and closed her eyes, trying to stem tears of happiness. This was the greatest day of her life. She was married to her soulmate, her reason for being. After everything that happened, the couple had survived it all for this happiest of occasions.

Part of Mary knew she would probably never fully recover from Eclipso's attack; she would always feel remorse for what she did. Mae continually assured her it did not matter, and though Mary knew deep down her lover was right... she would forever feel guilty. Eclipso made Mary release buried feelings of resentment and inadequecy, and as a result, she nearly killed the woman she cherished above all others. Mary was not only amazed she was capable of attempting such an act, but that Mae could so readily forgive her. Because she doubted she would ever forgive herself.

Their wedding today solidified Mary's determination to never hurt Mae again. Still shocked the shapeshifter ever proposed, she felt awed when Mae recited her vows infront of all their friends. Vows of love and understanding, of support and commitment. Mary truly did not deserve the heart of Supergirl. Compared to her bride's, Mary's own vows seemed woefully incomplete: promising to make Mae as happy as she could be, for the rest of their lives, was clearly not enough. Mary knew she had to do her best to make sure Mae Batson-Trix knew just how much she loved her, everyday for the rest of eternity.

Soon, the newlyweds were joined on the dancefloor by numerous other couples, including Clark and Lois, Conner and Cassie, and Karen and Atlee. It was a shame Billy and Courtney were not there, but since Mary's brother took over the role of Shazam, his time was no longer his own. But even with the people present, the happy couple's attention never wavered from eachother. As far as the Batson-Trix's were concerned, the world began and ended with their love. Raising her head to again look at her wife - her wife! - Mary stifled a sob. "I never dreamed I could be this happy," she breathed.

Mae's eyes watered. "My neither," she whispered, before leaning close again and putting her mouth to her new bride's ear. Her voice gave the twenty-year-old goosebumps. "But then I never dreamt I could find someone like you."

Taking a gulp, Mary had to actively compose herself. She was so high on love right now, she wished she could take her wife - her wife! - and consumate the marriage right there on the dancefloor. And she was also so high on love, she felt like she was floating. Why, she could not feel the floor beneath...

Wait. Mary frowned slightly as she wiggled her feet... her distinctly freefloating feet. Her eyes widened as she glared at Mae. The Girl of Steel simply grinned. "Surely you haven't forgotten that I'm telekinetic?" Supergirl had slowly risen them both half-a-foot into the air.

Mary panicked slightly, though tellingly returned the smile. "Mae... darling, what if someone notices... ?" The trains of their dresses were not that long - they would not obscure their hovering feet. And there were still several people present who did not know about their heroic identities.

Chuckling, her wife - Mae was her wife! - kissed her reverently. "No one's said anything about the talking tiger in a tuxedo. I don't think we have anything to worry about."