6. Chapter 6

So I’m on a plane and I literally went “OH. Hmmmm” when I read your (very important) question. I’m gonna say… both? I’m also gonna say, here, have a minific, because smut is apparently my coping mechanism on this flight ;)

The first time Alex’s teeth graze Maggie’s neck, it’s an accident born of passion and enthusiasm and raw, raw need.

So when Maggie inhales a sharp breath, Alex freezes and pulls back and her entire body tenses.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I – ”

“Danvers,” Maggie rasps, a heady grin tugging at her lips. “That was a good sound. A really fucking good sound.”

“Oh. Ohhh.”

And because Alex doesn’t know how – and doesn’t care to learn right now – to bite down on Maggie’s neck without leaving a mark, Maggie goes to work the next day covered in hickeys. She gets a lot of thumps on the back from her fellow detectives, and she thinks she might be finally starting to fit in.

The first time Maggie’s teeth sink into Alex’s skin, it’s definitely on purpose. Tentative, yes. Gentle, yes. But definitely, positively, on purpose.

She watches Alex’s face closely to gauge her reaction, but it turns out she doesn’t need to, because Alex is thrusting her hips up and Alex is part-gasping, part-screaming, and she’s burying her hands in Maggie’s hair and she’s panting her name and she’s thrusting her hips up and she’s demanding more.

And Maggie gives her more, all along her throat, her collarbone, her chest. Her washboard abs, her hip bone, the dip between her torso and her thighs. And all the while, Alex begs and Alex moans, and all the while, Maggie obliges, her teeth mapping every inch of Alex’s waiting, burning skin.