34. Chapter 34

It starts in the morning. It starts with the kiss Maggie presses to Alex’s lips before stepping out the door, flitting her tongue across Alex’s bottom lip, nipping slightly, and pulling away and slipping onto her Triumph just before Alex can react, just before Alex can compose herself enough to grab her, to hold her closer, to kiss her harder.

It continues in the field. Maggie runs her fingers down the small of Alex’s back as she passes behind her to sign a report. She makes sure to bend over, right in front of Alex, knowing full well that her shirt, her jacket, will ride up to give Alex a glimpse of the dragon tattoo she has on the small of her own back. The one that drives Alex nuts. Not to mention the way bending over makes her jeans cling even tighter to her ass. Alex bites her lip and Alex swallows and Alex glares when Maggie just smiles innocently as she straightens and struts away.

It continues at the precinct, in Maggie’s lab, when Maggie makes sure her hand brushes across Alex’s chest when she reaches over to get a vial of dye for the slide she’s preparing. When Maggie makes sure she leans over Alex, breathes hotly on the back of her exposed neck, while Alex is trying to focus.

It continues until Alex can’t – won’t – take it anymore.

And suddenly Maggie’s hand is in hers and Maggie is jogging to keep up with her scowling girlfriend and Alex is shoving her into the first empty office she finds and Maggie is asking “Al, what – “ and Alex isn’t answering because she is shutting the door and slamming Maggie against it and Maggie is looking up into the raw need, the fierce desire, in Alex’s eyes, and she is gulping and she is grinning headily and she is answering the question in Alex’s momentary hesitation by leaning up to kiss her so Alex knows that yes, yes, fuck yes, Maggie is more than alright with this sudden turn of events.

And, knowing, Alex grins almost ferally, grabbing Maggie’s wrists and shoving them above her head, clamping them against the door with one hand, bringing her other hand to unzip Maggie’s jeans.

“Yeah?” she asks, and Maggie whines and Maggie grinds futilely into Alex’s hand and Alex grins at the receipt of consent and rips Maggie’s zipper down, slipping her fingers straight under her boy shorts, moaning when she finds Maggie already wet for her, when she finds the woman whose hands she has pinned above her head keening for her to come inside her, for her to stretch her out, for her to fuck her.

“Alex,” Maggie begs, and already her voice is completely wrecked, and already Alex’s fingers have found their way into Maggie’s body, and already Alex is palming Maggie’s clit and already Maggie feels her wrists bruising and absolutely loves it and already Alex’s lips are clamped on Maggie’s neck and her thigh slipping between her legs to brace her, to brace them both, because already Maggie is close to coming undone, to cuming, in Alex’s hands.

And she does, and she screams, and Alex swallows Maggie’s voice with her lips and she holds her and she steadies her and she relishes the pulsing of Maggie’s entire body around her fingers.

“So I should tease you all day more often,” Maggie breathes when she finally comes back down, when Alex is kissing her wrists, her fingers, her knuckles, her palms.

“I’d say so, yeah.”