154. Chapter 154

“Danvers,” Maggie growls into her mouth, because they’re not even in the door yet and Alex is already shoving her into the wall, already tugging her jacket down her shoulders, already slipping her tongue into her mouth and making her so fucking hot.

“Mmm?” Alex flirts as she switches to Maggie’s neck, and Maggie tilts her head back despite herself, pulling Alex closer to her by her hips.

“Danvers, I know what you’re doing,” she rasps, and Alex pulls back, and Alex laughs.

“And what would that be, Detective?”

Maggie smiles, beams, really, because Alex Danvers’s lips are swollen and Alex Danvers’s eyes are happy and Alex Danvers is flirting with her, touching her, waiting eagerly for her to finally get her key in the door; Alex Danvers is her girlfriend, and she’s spending the night in her apartment, and dammit, she’s going to finally try vegan ice cream.

“You’re trying to get me to forget our little bet.”

Alex tosses her hands behind her in indignation as she follows Maggie into her apartment.

“How could I be trying to make you forget? We’re here, aren’t we? Your apartment. Just us…” She tosses her gun onto Maggie’s couch and she saunters toward her, stripping off her own jacket as she bites her lip through her smile, as her eyes flicker down to Maggie’s mouth.

“Mmhmm. Just us,” Maggie agrees, throwing her elbows over Alex’s shoulders and leaning up on her tiptoes to within a breath of Alex’s lips.

Alex’s breath hitches and she waits for Maggie’s mouth to touch hers, but Maggie smirks, and Maggie pulls back, and Alex whines.

“Just us and a pint of chocolate peanut butter swirl,” Maggie skips away, and Alex moans.

“It’s not real chocolate peanut butter swirl, babe!” she protests, and Maggie laughs, and Maggie nearly swoons, because Alex Danvers is making herself at home in her apartment, and Alex Danvers is calling her pet names.

Maggie leans up to the freezer and sets the pint down, turning and bracing herself against the counter with fuck me eyes and a you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen smile.

Alex gasps softly at the sight, and she pins Maggie softly in place, a hand on either side of her hips on the counter. Maggie stares up at her, licking her lips, nervous suddenly.

“All good, babe?” Alex checks in, because Alex has already learned her better than any of her longer term girlfriends had ever bothered to.

Maggie sighs and leans her forehead into Alex’s neck, and Alex kisses her hair.

“You’re not mad at me?” Maggie asks, and Alex pulls back and tilts Maggie’s chin up so they’re looking at each other.

“Mags, why would I be mad?”

“You don’t like losing. And you like being at your apartment better than mine – “

“Maggie, anywhere you are is where I love being. And losing to you?” Alex leans down and kisses her nose, and Maggie nearly swoons. “That’s not losing.”

Maggie grins wickedly and reaches to the side, and Alex pretends to groan, because she knows.

“Even if it means trying vegan ice cream?” Maggie tugs off the top of the pint and Alex steps back to grab a spoon, because yes, even if it means trying vegan ice cream, losing to that smile, to those eyes, isn’t losing at all.

But Maggie reaches out and Maggie stops her.

“No need,” she says, and her voice is low, and Alex’s mouth suddenly runs dry, because Maggie is holding Alex’s eyes with her own and she’s dipping her index finger into the pint of chocolate peanut butter swirl, and she’s keeping eye contact with Alex as her finger disappears into her own mouth, slow, slow, slow, and Maggie moans for effect, and Alex moans for real, because god, every time she thinks Maggie has done the sexiest thing she’s ever seen, Maggie goes ahead and proves her wrong.

“Still seem that bad?” Maggie asks, licking her lips slowly, slowly, and Alex follows the path of her tongue and tries to remember the importance of oxygen.

“I… it – I…”

“Mmmmm, words a little rough there, Danvers?” Maggie asks, and Alex is entranced, following the path of Maggie’s finger again, but this time, Maggie is putting down the pint, and Alex furrows her brow.

But then Maggie is tugging at the hem of her own shirt, tugging it above her head, black lace bra under it making Alex nearly pass out, because fuck fuck fuck.

Maggie smirks and Maggie tosses her shirt on the floor and Maggie grabs the pint and beckons Alex to her bedroom.

Her bedroom with a door that actually closes it off from the rest of the apartment, she’d be eager to point out if she wasn’t concentrating so hard on keeping herself together enough, keep her cool enough, because she was seducing Alex Danvers and god how did she ever get so lucky?

Alex follows as though under a spell, because she is under a spell, and Maggie turns with her knees against her bed, eyes sultry, bottom lip between her teeth.

“Lay me down?” she whispers, and Alex lifts her eagerly, leans her back on the bed, making sure her head is cushioned by pillows, and Alex freezes, hovering above her, catching her breath because she’s in Maggie Sawyer’s bedroom and Maggie Sawyer is seducing her and god how did she ever get so lucky?

Maggie smiles up at her, part adoration and part mischief, part love and part lust, and she runs her finger through the pint again, but instead of bringing her finger to her lips, she offers it up to Alex, whose breath hitches, whose pupils dilate even further, who licks her lips and tilts her head to take Maggie’s finger into her mouth, but Maggie moves it out of her reach.

Alex whines and Alex mock glares down at her.

“I thought you wanted me to try the stuff.”

“Mmm, Danvers, are you saying you want to now?”

“Well, when it’s being served like this…”

“Like what? Like this?”

Maggie lets the ice cream drip from her finger onto her washboard abs, and Alex gasps, and Alex moans, and Alex straddles her and Alex brings her lips down to Maggie’s body and god she’s never tasted anything so perfect.

Maggie’s hips arch up when Alex’s hot lips meet the cold ice cream on her skin, and she grabs at Alex’s hair, and she’d intended to keep it cool, she’d intended to keep it together, she’d intended to stay in control, but Alex’s lips, Alex’s breath, Alex’s tongue, Alex’s moans, and Maggie lets herself go, because Alex has got her, Alex has got her, Alex has got her.

“Like that, Danvers?” she asks, but it’s breathy rather than husky, and it’s alright, because she can feel Alex smiling into her skin, and when Alex looks up with shining eyes, there’s a bit of chocolate smeared on her top lip, and Maggie sits up to lick it off, to kiss it off, and Alex’s mouth is warm and Alex’s mouth is cold and Alex’s mouth is perfect.

“Want more?” she asks, and Alex’s eyes dance.

“I want you.”

“Then take me,” Maggie whispers, and Alex’s breath hitches, and Alex does.

The pint is nearly melted by the time Alex’s clothes are mostly off, by the time Maggie’s jeans are inside out and tossed across the room, by the time Alex has traced her name in ice cream onto Maggie’s abs.

“Claiming me, Danvers?” Maggie wants to know, and Alex nods, and Maggie groans as Alex’s tongue traces every contour of Maggie’s tensed ab muscles.

“Or maybe you just really like the ice cream?”

Alex scoffs, but Alex doesn’t stop, and Maggie’s chuckle turns into a heady gasp when Alex’s teeth clamp down slightly on her side.

“Okay?” Alex makes sure, and Maggie nods desperately, and Alex smiles, and Alex continues.

The pint is nearly gone by the time they make their way back into the kitchen, because the night itself is nearly gone and they need water and they need more food, and while last night’s leftovers heat up, Maggie grabs a spoon, and she offers Alex the last of the melted ice cream with a raised eyebrow.

Alex surprises herself, because she doesn’t hesitate, opening her mouth and letting Maggie feed her, and their eyes connect as she closes her mouth, as she swallows.

“So vegan ice cream not as bad as you thought, Danvers?” Maggie asks, her voice soft and low and vulnerable but happy, happy, happy.

“Nothing’s ever bad with you, Maggie.”

“Nerd,” Maggie counters, but she’s beaming, beaming, because Alex Danvers hates losing, but Alex Danvers looks lost in her, and she looks happy about it; and nothing, not even another pint of vegan ice cream, could make the night feel more perfect.