101. Chapter 101

Alex Danvers was a lot of things. Aggressive was one of them. Tentative was, surprisingly and beautifully, another.

She was both in bed.

But still, Maggie was surprised – not unpleasantly so – to find herself suddenly topless, to find Alex on top of her, staring down at her with swollen lips and mussed hair and blazing eyes, because they’d never quite gotten this far before.

Alex practically growled because god she’d never felt anything even remotely like this before, nothing even remotely like this raw want, this pure need.

And yet – aggressive and then tentative – she froze, because she had no idea where to start.

Because her body had never needed, never wanted, so much before.

And because whatever she did next, she wanted it to be perfect for Maggie.

And Maggie watched all this pass across Alex’s face, across her eyes – the confusion, the fear of not being good enough, the consuming desire, the raging need – and god she’d never been so turned on by anyone’s mere expression before, but then, Alex Danvers wasn’t quite like anyone she’d ever known, anyone she’d ever expected.

Truth be told, she hadn’t expected this, either: to be laying underneath Alex instead of the other way around, at least not this soon, but Alex was raw and Alex was passion and Alex was somehow both forceful and gentle and Maggie was so wet for her and her heart was nearly slamming out of her chest for her.

And speaking of her chest, Alex was looking down at hers like she’d never seen boobs before, like she’s never seen beauty before, and there was something in the fierce tenderness mixed with heady lust in Alex’s eyes that brought tears to Maggie’s.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Alex. I’ll let you know if I need you to stop.”

Alex bit her lip. “But how do I know what you’ll like?”

Maggie smiled softly. “You’ve been doing great so far. Just pay attention to me. Like you already do.”

“But what… I don’t know what to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything, babe – “

“No, no, Maggie, I want you, I want to, I wanna learn your body. So badly. Right now. I just… I don’t know where to start. What you’ll like.”

Maggie tilted her head slightly as she looked up at Alex. “Try what you like on your own body, hm? If I don’t like the same things, I’ll let you know, but either way, we’ll be learning about each other. Just pay attention to what I react to most.”

“Most?”

“Alex, it’s you touching me. Trust me, I’m gonna react to everything.”

“And that’s… good?”

“Yes, babe.”

“I… like when you call me that.”

Maggie’s dimples shine. “Good, babe.”

“So… what I like, huh?”

“Sure. Do whatever you want to me, Alex,” Maggie repeated in a small voice, happier but more nervous than she’d been even her first time, because this was Alex, Alex, Alex.

And Alex looked like she did when she was synthesizing life-saving vaccines or firing deadly weapons: intense, focused, single-minded.

And then her powerful, gentle hands, her tentative, bold tongue, were skating over Maggie’s chest, were finding out exactly how to make her gasp, how to make her moan, how to make her whine, how to make her nipples hard and how to make her bury her fingers in Alex’s hair and tell her how good she is with her tongue.

So when Alex is ready – when she’s panting and she’s eager and she’s letting Maggie kiss every newly-revealed centimeter of skin as she lifts up her shirt, when Alex unhooks her own bra out of sheer impatience with Maggie’s reverent pace – Maggie has a fairly good idea of what Alex might want, of what Alex probably never got, of what Maggie so desperately wants to give her.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” Maggie tells her as she looks down at her shirtless form, and Alex flushes and Alex bites her lip and Alex thinks – but only for a moment – of rough hands and selfish touches calibrated to get men off, not to make her feel good, and the utter contrast with how dedicated Maggie is to how she feels, the utter contrast with how devoted Maggie is to making her see stars outside of the DEO’s astronomy tower, brings tears to her eyes and renewed desperation to her already ragged breath.

Having thoroughly kissed and nipped and licked every single spot, every single scar and every single rippled muscle and every single bruise on her abdomen, Maggie pauses, Maggie stares, Maggie waits.

“Please,” Alex whispers, and Maggie sighs in released tension and brings gentle fingers for the first time to Alex’s chest, and Alex’s sharp inhale, sharper exhale, heightens Maggie’s suspicion that Alex will love everything she wants to do right now.

“Good, babe?” she makes sure, and Alex nods and Alex writhes and Maggie brings her own thumb to her mouth and Alex whines and gasps as she watches her wet it, watches her bring her thumb back to Alex’s nipple, watches her hesitate, watches her lock eyes with Alex to ask one more time, and when Alex whines her yes, Maggie’s thumb flits across her nipple and Alex can’t help it; she straight up screams.

“You like that?” Maggie confirms, but Alex is a mess, and the only answer she can give is to nod, is to arch her chest up into Maggie’s hand, is to writhe and grab at the sheets as Maggie smiles, as Maggie brings her lips down to Alex’s hardening nipple, as Maggie moans at the contact and drags her tongue slowly across the path her thumb just took.

Maggie is slow and Maggie is deliberate: she is watchful and she is thorough; her eyes never leave Alex’s face, save when they flutter closed because god Alex is soft and Alex is pliant and Alex is perfect; her careful fingers make sure both of Alex’s nipples are getting the attention she’s begging for while her mouth is fully occupied, while her lips are kissing and her tongue is dragging and her teeth are very softly biting.

Maggie asks and Alex supplies, so when Maggie slips her thigh between Alex’s legs so Alex has pressure on her clit to match the rhythm of Maggie’s tongue, Maggie’s fingers, on her nipples, she can’t bite her lip hard enough to catch the screaming, the swearing, the ragged repeating of Maggie’s name, that slip out of her mouth when she comes completely undone, when Maggie slips one of her arms under her back to hold her as she rides out her orgasm, to hold her as stars explode and universes begin and she glides back down to earth having experienced a miracle.

“No one’s ever…” Alex rasps when she regains some of her breath, when Maggie is kissing her forehead, is stroking her hair, is whispering how beautiful she is.

“No one’s ever paid attention to me like that. Touched my body for… for me.”

Maggie swallows rage and Maggie swallows bloodlust, and Maggie buries it all in a soft kiss to the bridge of Alex’s nose.

“That’s the only way I’m ever gonna touch your body, babe: for you. So get used to it, okay?”

“I think I can do that.”

“Good.”