265. Chapter 265

“Danvers.”

“God, Maggie, again?”

Maggie whines slightly and rolls over and gives Alex her best puppy eyes.

Alex melts, but tries to pretend she doesn’t.

“Oh come on, Ally, you should be complimented.”

“Complimented that you keep me up all night every night?”

Maggie smirks at that and nips at her neck. Alex moans softly and her hips roll of their own accord.

“I thought you like me keeping you up all night, Danvers.”

Alex whines and squirms and tosses her head back and tangles her fingers in Maggie’s hair.

“That’s not what I meant, Sawyer, and you know it,” she giggles, and that mixed with her soft moans is music to Maggie’s ears.

She pulls away, and the whine of protest Alex emits is a symphony that makes Maggie feel wanted, safe, needed. Happy. Loved.

She grins and she winks and she kisses Alex’s nose and shifts so her body is closer to hers.

“Okay, but I meant you should be complimented that I’m having this problem. I’ve never shared a bed with anyone consistently enough to know what side I like better. Because see, if I’m here – “

She flips over onto her back and bounces on the mattress, and Alex laughs softly at her girlfriend’s antics.

“ – then I’m closer to the window, but also I’m off center with the rest of the apartment. And if I’m here – “

She crawls quickly over Alex, nudges her over, and plops herself down onto the right side of the bed.

“ – then I’m more on center, but this side is more squishy, and I’m not sure if I like that, like I do sometimes, but then – “

“Baby.”

“I love being your baby.”

“And I love that you are my baby. But Maggie. You know we’ve had this conversation every night for the last week, right?”

“It’s important, Ally!”

Alex smiles, hard, because she knows she’s the only person in Maggie’s life that knows how ridiculous, how silly, how insistently and intentionally whiny, she is when she’s sleepy.

She knows she’s the only one who Maggie trusts enough to be like this.

So she sighs with a smile and she kisses her softly and she settles in for what will be a long half hour of Maggie’s wide-eyed chatter and pushing of Alex to different sides of the bed – and sometimes, even tossing their pillows to the bottom of the bed to see what that angle is like – because Maggie is absurd, and Maggie is ebullient, and Maggie is all hers.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.