45. Chapter 45

Alex doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to.

Maggie sees it in the way she huddles deeper into their blanket, feels it in the way she flinches ever so slightly at every clap of thunder.

Badass DEO Agent Alex Danvers is afraid of storms.

And Maggie has never found anything so adorable.

And she is fully prepared to hold her on the couch and to coddle her and to sing to her and to kiss her forehead gently until the storm passes.

Until Alex shifts in Maggie’s arms and backs her ass up into her body, and Maggie hisses and Alex turns her head and lowers her eyes over her shoulder and Maggie gulps and Alex smirks.

“Something wrong, Sawyer?”

“You seem to dislike this storm, Danvers.” Alex stiffens and Maggie kisses the nape of her neck reassuringly. “I could… distract you. If you wanted.”

Alex relaxes and Alex whines and Alex lets her head drop back onto Maggie’s shoulder.

“Could you now?” she keens, and Maggie pulls her sideways so she can flip positions, so she can straddle her, making quick work of their blanket and of Alex’s sweater.

“Mmhmm,” Maggie hums as Alex gasps, because Maggie is climbing off her, now, pausing with her fingers hooked into Alex’s sweatpants, waiting for her permission to slide them off.

Alex grants it, breathless, and the next time she shudders, the next time she gasps, it’s not because of the thunder or the lightening or the wind.

It’s because of the way Maggie’s tongue feels on her clit; it’s because of the way Maggie’s fingers stretch her out when they slip inside her; it’s because of the way Maggie looks on her knees for her and it’s because of the way Maggie stares up at her and winks as she sucks and licks and moans.

It’s because of the way Maggie fucks her and the way Maggie holds her and the way Maggie loves her, and god, a storm has never felt so incredible.