43. Chapter 43

Alex is flustered when the woman working at the store asks her what she thinks her boyfriend would like.

And this is precisely why she brought Lucy Lane with her.

“Boyfriend? Please, no man would ever be good enough to deserve this, have you seen my friend? Her lady is a cop, so I mean come on, we can guess some of her kinks from there, am I right?”

Alex furrows her brow, with the objection “Lucy, you’re a soldier,” on the tip of her tongue, but she shakes her head with closed eyes and decides she doesn’t want to hear Lucy’s retort to that.

And neither does the shop attendant, apparently, because she’s by now made a graceful exit to let Lucy help Alex find the perfect lingerie to wear for Maggie.

“Okay Agent Danvers, now seriously: what do you think Sawyer would want to fuck you in?”

Alex splutters and Alex blushes and Lucy isn’t deterred, squinting at the displays and running her hands over some of the racier options with a careful eye.

“I mean, you always have had a great ass, so let’s focus on that maybe, yeah?”

And Alex splutters harder and Alex blushes harder and she is wordless as Lucy piles options into her arms and shoves her into the fitting room and waits outside with a shit-eating grin on her face, because god has it been too long since she’s had a woman friend who didn’t wear a red cape in her off hours.

Which is unfortunate for women everywhere, because it turns out that Lucy has an excellent eye; when Alex slips out of the bedroom wearing nothing but the pushup bra and lace garter belt that Lucy had settled on – and her glasses (Lucy had been very insistent that Alex wear those damn glasses) – Maggie’s eye go wide and Maggie’s brain loses the ability to process thought and Maggie’s hands push Alex against the wall so fast that Alex loses all hope of getting back to the bedroom.

Which, with the way Maggie is kissing her, holding her, touching her, fucking her, she is absolutely fine with.