201. Chapter 201

Alex has never been this wet and she’s never felt this present in bed before, never felt this alive in bed before, never felt this… perfect.

Perfect, perfect.

Maggie is biting her lip and Maggie is panting her name and Maggie is asking for her color and Alex is green lighting her all the way because Maggie is perfect, Maggie deserves perfect, and this? Maggie buried deep inside her, holding her down by the wrists, moaning as she fucks her from behind, as she keeps her still, as she does everything she wants to Alex because Alex wants her to do everything she wants to her? This is perfect.

Every cell in her body is on fire and her throat is raw from screaming Maggie’s name and green, green, green, because fuck yes Maggie that feels amazing fuck fuck fuck, and it does feel amazing, and she’d never thought she could feel this much, this intensely, this overwhelmingly…

This overwhelmingly, this intensely, until suddenly it’s too intense and suddenly it’s too overwhelming and Alex Danvers blazed through her DEO training faster than any other agent in the organization’s history but somehow Maggie Sawyer on top of her is a more overpowering experience than any of that ever was, because suddenly Alex has forgotten how to breathe.

And not in the good way.

And Maggie is perfect, and Maggie deserves perfect, and she knows how wrecked Maggie is – she was in that deep a moment ago herself – because Maggie’s thrusts are starting to get uneven like they do right before she cums and Alex wants her to cum because Alex doesn’t want to mess up because Alex can’t mess up because Maggie deserves perfect, perfect, perfect, so when Maggie rasps, “Color, Al?”, Alex doesn’t say red, and she doesn’t even say yellow, because she won’t mess this up for Maggie, so green, green, green is what she whispers, is what she chokes out, and Maggie moans raggedly and her thrusts have never hurt Alex before, but now it starts to sting, just slightly, just slightly, but Alex can take a little bit of pain, a lot of pain, if it means she’s making Maggie feel good, if it means she’s doing a good job, if it means…

But the pain, the slight stinging from Maggie’s desperate rhythm is slowed, stopped, halted. Alex freezes, confused, and turns her face to meet Maggie’s eyes.

“Ally, you – you with me? You good?” Maggie’s breathless and she’s squinting like she’s trying her hardest to concentrate, to control her body, to still her body, to still her raw desire.

“I… yeah, yeah, Maggie, you don’t have to stop.” Alex starts to arch her ass back into Maggie’s strap on, but Maggie backs up and shakes her head and hisses slightly as she pulls out of Alex gently, slowly, gently, slowly.

“Maggie, you don’t have to – “ Alex tries to sound calm and Alex tries to sound collected, but really, Alex just sounds panicked, and Maggie is at her side in a moment.

“Shhh, babe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, did I – did I hurt you, did I – you said green, I thought – but then you kinda seemed like you weren’t into it, I’m sorry, I didn’t – “

But suddenly Alex is the one apologizing, Alex is the one crying, Alex is the one begging Maggie to forgive her.

“No, no, you were perfect, Maggie, you are perfect, I just… I wanted to be good for you, I wanted to give you what you wanted – “

Maggie stiffens and her eyes go wide. “Did you not want – “

“No, no, I did, I do, I love this, I love… I love having sex with you, like this, like every way, but I… I got overwhelmed, but it doesn’t matter, because you were so close to cumming and I didn’t want to disappoint you, I didn’t want to mess it up for you, I – “

“Alex, Alex, no, no, no, babygirl, no. Ally, you – no. Alex, you’re perfect, you’re perfect, but you’re not perfect to me because you do what I want. You’re perfect to me because you’re you. And babygirl if you were overwhelmed, you gotta tell me. That’s literally why we have colors, hand signals, that’s literally why I’m always asking you, babe, because I don’t ever want to do anything you’re not desperate for. I want you, Alex, I want you, not what you think I want you to be, what you think I want you to do. I want you. And if you need to stop, if you wanna stop, then we stop. Simple as that. You’re perfect, Ally. Always, okay?”

“You’re not mad?” Alex would be embarrassed at the squeak in her voice, at the tears in her throat, but Maggie is kissing every centimeter for her face, is holding her closer than she’s ever been held.

“I will never be mad at you for telling me what you need and what you want, Alex. Never. I promise. Okay?”

Alex bites her lip and stares into brown eyes that are radiating nothing but love, and slowly, slowly, she nods, and slowly, slowly, she smiles.

“Okay.”