203. Chapter 203

Alex moans into their kiss and grinds her hips up into Maggie’s, drawing her down closer, closer, closer, because all their clothes may be on and they may just be on the couch making out, but Maggie is straddling her and she’s kissing her neck, now, and Alex has never quite been this turned on.

She grabs at Maggie’s belt loops and pulls her closer.

“Color?” she rasps, because Maggie’s always asking for hers, and it’s a habit Alex has picked up.

“Green, fuck, Al,” Maggie’s whining, and Alex tosses her head back farther because god does this feel amazing.

Maggie’s hands slip under Alex’s shirt and her skin is so warm and the way she hisses at Maggie’s touch, the way she tosses her head back, all of it is pure ecstasy, and Alex comes back up, not for air, but for more kisses, and Maggie obliges, because she could kiss this woman forever.

Except, she can’t, because Alex’s fingers are pulling harder at Maggie’s belt loops, now, and Maggie loves it, loves Alex, but doesn’t want more than kissing, more than touching, right now, and she freezes slightly, and Alex imitates her.

“Color?” Alex asks, her voice calmer this time, and Maggie swallows.

“Yellow, red, uh… is orange a thing?” she rambles, and Alex laughs softly because Maggie is smiling awkwardly into her shoulder, and she cuddles Maggie closer into her.

“I got you, babe. It’s all good. Orange can be a thing. But are you okay, did I hurt you, did I – “

“No, no, Alex, you’re perfect, I just… I just needed to stop.”

Alex stops questioning and she smiles softly in relief and she kisses Maggie’s forehead, her hair, her cheeks, her nose.

“You still in the mood to cuddle?” Alex wants to know.

Maggie shifts off of her so she’s laying with her head in Alex’s lap instead of straddling her, and Alex pulls a blanket down on top of her.

“Yes please.”

Alex bends down and hovers above her face questioningly, and Maggie smiles as she leans up to kiss her lips softly.

“Perfect,” Alex whispers as she switches on Netflix and strokes Maggie’s hair, and as Maggie settles back into her lap, she smiles to herself, because she’s never felt quite this wrapped up, quite this cared for, quite this… loved.