116. Chapter 116

So Danvers. Tonight, huh?

Alex blushes and Alex licks her lips, because Alex knows exactly what Maggie means by tonight.

It’s been impossible for them to get more time together than quick lunches and even quicker, handsy make out sessions in stolen moments in alleyways behind crime scenes, equipment rooms in the DEO.

But tonight? Tonight, there are no impending attacks, and they’re both off shift. All night long.

Tonight, Sawyer. I can’t wait to touch you.

Kara arches an eyebrow as she senses Alex’s heart rate increase dramatically as she waits for a reply, as she checks her phone so, so much more often than usual.

Can’t wait to touch you, too, babe.

Alex smiles and blushes hard when her phone vibrates against almost immediately.

And taste you.

She blushes even deeper when her phone goes off again.

And hear you scream for me.

Kara is surprised Alex can even get this red, that any human could get this red, yet somehow look so damn pleased at the same time.

Mags, I’m still at work!

Alex gasps slightly at the response, earning a barely stifled snicker from Winn, a confused stare from Kara, and a deep, long breath from J’onn.

Perfect, I can bend you over that lab bench you look so hot standing over.

Alex smacks Winn lightly on the back of the head before typing out her response.

Oh my god, I need tonight to come. Like, right now.

Oh, you will babe. As many times as you want.

“J’onn, any chance I can head home early tonight? I have some uh… things to take care of.”

“Maggie changed her name to things?” Winn wants to know, and Kara’s eyes fly wide.

J’onn buries his face in his hand to hide his smile. “Yes, Agent Danvers. Go take care of things. By all means, enjoy yourself.”

And she plans to. Very, very much so.

But before evening comes, she’s run two consecutive sting missions and, if Maggie’s later texts are any indication, Maggie’s had a deeply frustrating meeting with top brass and one of her men broke his leg in a raid.

Before evening comes, they’re both even more exhausted than they were to start the day.

“Hey, sexy woman,” Maggie grins when she opens the door with a bottle of wine, because she’d promised to make Alex cum, and she’d be damned if she would go back on said promise just because she was tired.

“Mmmm, I missed you,” Alex says softly into her lips, putting the bottle and Maggie’s gun and Maggie’s jacket onto the counter and pulling her hazily into the bedroom, hands roaming everywhere, Maggie moaning into her mouth and Alex gasping and grabbing at her harder at Maggie’s tongue slipping into her mouth.

They fall into bed wrapped in each other, fall into bed ecstatically and happily and full of relief because this is the perfect remedy for the lives they lead.

They fall into bed wrapped in each other, and then they both realize that they’re laying down. On soft sheets, in warm arms, on soft pillows.

“I want you,” Alex whispers as her body melts down into the comforter.

“I want you too,” Maggie tells her with closed eyes and a soft kiss to Alex’s nose.

“Sleep first, sex later?”

“But I also really just wanna hold you and sleep,” they spurt out at the same time.

Alex relaxes in relief and Maggie laughs and draws her closer, draws her under the covers, draws her jeans off and her bra off and her body close, close, close.

“Sleep well, beautiful.”

“In your arms? Always.”