220. Chapter 220

In her head, she blames Kara.

Blames Kara because she’s the one that picked a lesbian film for movie night, and damn she should have known that a trademark of crappy lesbian films is so. Much. Sex.

So of course she’s going to get handsy.

Under Kara’s blanket.

On Kara’s couch.

Next to Kara.

Next to all of Kara’s friends.

With Kara’s sister.

Kara was the one who chose the film, who had such a fucking hot sister, so damn if Maggie wasn’t going to act on it.

Just a little bit.

So she snuggles closer into Alex, and Alex sighs contentedly, and Winn awws and Alex tosses a lazy, affectionate kick at him and he smiles and she smiles back, because she doesn’t know where she’d be without him.

She wraps the blanket tighter around them, and Kara glances their way and smiles, because she’s never seen her sister melt like this, never seen her sister affectionate like this. Never seen her sister happy like this. Kara meets James’s eyes and they both grin silently, secretly, happily.

Because Alex deserves the world, and Alex has Maggie Sawyer, and that is just perfect.

So Kara digs deeper into her bowl of popcorn and she throws her attention at the movie, at yelling out comments with Winn and James, and she doesn’t immediately notice that Alex and Maggie aren’t quite as verbal as they usually are during movie night.

Doesn’t notice when Maggie raises her head slightly and whispers something in Alex’s ear. Something that sounds an awful lot like I want you, and Alex squirms slightly and nods almost imperceptibly.

Almost imperceptibly.

Almost.

But Maggie detects, so Maggie picks up on it.

Picks up on the way that Alex shifts, slowly, subtly, reaching for Maggie’s hand under the blanket and bringing it between her legs, forcing a slightly belated laugh when Winn shouts out what an awkward camera angle that was, why would anyone film something like that, and when Alex squeaks slightly because she’s guiding Maggie’s hand into her jeans, it’s timed perfectly with a joke in the film that has the other Superfriends laughing uproariously, and Maggie smirks, proud of herself for her timing.

Her fingers explore Alex’s clit and nothing has ever been hotter than watching Alex bite her lip and try to control the rolling up of her hips, trying to control the sounds Maggie knows she wants to make, the way Maggie knows she wants to toss her head back and whine out her name.

She knows, because she wants to do the same things.

But she can’t, they can’t, because when you’re taking the risk of being this handsy under the blankets at movie night, there are trade offs you have to make.

But Maggie forgot about one thing.

Forgot that her girlfriend’s kid sister might be wrapped up in her food, wrapped up in the movie, wrapped up in joking with her friends, but her girlfriend’s kid sister also can detect heart beats. Can detect pulse rates.

Can detect that Maggie’s heart, apparently apropos of nothing, is suddenly racing, hard, fast, and strong. And Alex’s heartbeat is doing the same.

Kara adjusts her glasses and turns with a furrowed brow to her sister and her sister’s girlfriend, confused, because sure, maybe she’s not a relationship expert, but she’s pretty sure that snuggling like that is supposed to calm you down, not rile you up.

Alex shifts her hips slightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, even as both her and Maggie’s eyes are fixed devotedly on the screen, and Kara remembers the mission they were on yesterday, another attempt to find Jeremiah, and she remembers that Alex had taken a bit of a beating before getting the upper hand and giving a beating herself.

She must be in pain, and she must be trying to hide it, and if only Kara can see exactly what’s hurting her, she can make sure she gets the right treatment, even if Alex is too stubborn to ask for it.

So she lowers her glasses slightly and she x-rays her eyes through the blanket, and three things happen all at once.

She squeaks, and popcorn from her massive bowl is suddenly all over the living room, and she fixes her eyes on the TV screen like she’s never been so fascinated by any movie ever in the entire history of time and space.

“Sorry,” she mutters as everyone turns to stare at her. “Just had a thought. Um, a story idea. Um, no, not a story idea, just a… just thinking about something, just… wow, isn’t this movie great? Lesbians, huh?”

James furrows his brow at Kara, torn between concern and amusement, but Winn’s eyes are locked on Alex, on Maggie, on Alex, on Maggie. His eyes flit between their matching deer-in-the-headlights expressions, and then lower slowly down to the blanket under which, for some reason, both of their hands are.

He smiles slowly, wickedly, and tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at Alex.

“Shut it, Schott,” she scowls, but her slightly upturned lips and her furiously blushing face, and the fact that Winn is pretty sure he knows exactly how handsy Maggie’s just been, makes her a lot less intimidating than usual.

“Oh, I’m not saying a word. But nice work corrupting both of the Danvers girls, in such different ways and yet in one fell swoop, Detective Sawyer. Nice work indeed.”

Maggie tilts her head in the perfect picture of confusion, the perfect picture of innocence, and James finally catches on, and suddenly his face is all smiles but he’s finding the movie as fascinating as Kara determinedly is.

“Maggie’s awesome, Kara, can we keep her?” Winn asks, still grinning like it’s Christmas morning, because god will he never let Alex live this down.

Kara doesn’t move her eyes from the screen, but she leans over with a slight grin and grabs a fistful of popcorn that had landed in Maggie’s lap.

“As long as everyone wears layers instead of blankets next time, we can keep her forever.”