117. Chapter 117

She knows she has a lot to apologize for, just heading off to another Earth like that, and if she’s going to grovel to Alex, she figures she might as well do it with a dozen donuts in tow (ten and a half will be for her).

So when her key digs into Alex’s lock and she hears the shower running, she shrugs and figures Alex just got back from her run and that she’ll get started on the donuts without her, because she can grovel more effectively when she’s not super hungry, anyway.

But the room she steps into isn’t empty.

Maggie Sawyer is standing in her sister’s kitchen, spatula in hand, but that’s not the most bizarre thing about the situation.

No, the most bizarre thing is that Maggie’s hair is tied up but it is unmistakably sex hair; and Maggie is wearing nothing but one of Alex’s old button-downs and what must be a thong because nope nope nope no no no not looking nope nnhnn nope.

“Kara!” Maggie freezes, spatula frozen, pancake batter sizzling in the pan in front of her.

“Maggie, what’re you… you know what, I… I don’t wanna hear it, I um… I brought Alex donuts, but I’ll just – “

“No, no, hey, don’t go. I’m sure Alex would love to see you, I just uh – she – I – “

Kara glances at the half-eaten box of pizza, the half-full bottles of beer, that are still on the counter, on the makeup still smudged around Maggie’s eyes, giving her a distinctly sexy, distinctly morning-after look.

“You don’t need to finish that sentence, I think I can figure it out. Except… last we talked about it, you turned my sister down.”

The pan starts sizzling and Maggie flinches and goes to flip the pancakes – which, Kara notes with interest, she does expertly – before looking back up at the little sister of the woman she spent the night making love to.

“I was scared, Kara. She… she came out for me, and I didn’t want to… take anything away from her. I was trying to do the right thing by her. But then I got shot, and she told me that she realized that being gay isn’t about me, it’s about her, and I just… Your sister’s the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, Kara. I was scared of messing it up. Messing her up.”

“And why would you mess her up?”

Maggie stares at Kara as she holds the spatula down over each pancake in turn. She takes a deep breath and licks her lips and remembers Alex’s nails on her back, Alex’s wrecked screams as Maggie made her cum again, and again, and again.

“I – “

“She won’t, Kara.” They both jump slightly to find Alex standing in the doorway, hair dripping wet, baby blue towel wrapped around her body. Maggie’s mouth goes dry and she promptly forgets the pancakes, and Kara reaches over to remove the pan from the burner.

“Her ex apparently has her convinced that she’s a terrible human being, but her ex is most certainly wrong.” Alex shoots Maggie a significant look and Maggie swallows hot tears.

“Did you bring donuts?” Alex asks next, in a much different tone.

Kara grins broadly. “I did.”

“Stay?” Alex asks, her eyes soft and her eyes perfect, and Kara melts, because her sister is perfect and her sister is happy and Maggie was making pancakes for crying out loud.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course I’ll stay.”

“Good. Maggie, you’ll wanna make like three extra batches of pancakes. Kara eats like an alien.”

“Yes ma’am. Kara, you want chocolate chips in yours?”

“Keep her, Alex. Keep her.”

“I plan to.”