285. Chapter 285
Alex watches.
Watches still with disbelief that this is her girlfriend.
That her girlfriend is interacting with her best friend.
That her best friend is clapping his hand on her shoulder because she’s fighting for him – she was fighting for him from the beginning – and he has no idea how hard.
Alex does.
Alex knows that her ass of a partner’s been racking up the number of lives he shatters and calling it fun in the precinct pool – the one competition that Maggie always turns down.
So she watches as Maggie makes that adorable little oh my god you weren’t exaggerating he really is as extra as Kara I love him so much what the hell how is he real face in response to Winn’s boom; watches as she teases Winn and maybe makes him a bit terrified: a good big sister’s job, as Alex comforted him lovingly last game night.
Watches as the woman she’s falling in love with – is already in love with – what’s this supposed to feel like, anyway? – whatever it is, it’s perfect – entwines deeper and deeper into her life.
“Think I scared him?”
Alex slings her arm around Maggie’s shoulder and relishes the way Maggie automatically leans into her, relishes the way she reaches up and puts her own hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Almost as good as I do.”
Relishes Maggie’s adorable giggle, her perfect smile that Alex feels, hears, rather than sees.
“Take me home,” she tells her, and she relishes the way Maggie swoons at the intimacy of the statement, the way that – for the first time – it feels right, it feels natural, it feels perfect.
“Mmm, Danvers, my place or – “
“Nice work today, Sawyer. Good to see you arresting the bastards instead of protecting them for once, huh?”
And suddenly the perfection is gone, because Maggie’s body is stiff and her stance straightens and her perfect smile vanishes.
She nods stiffly at her partner, and Alex could kill him, and Maggie knows it, because Maggie feels the rage coursing through Alex’s blood. And that rage? That rage is what keeps her calm, keeps her voice level, keeps her suddenly slightly trembling arm around Alex’s shoulder bravely, as she counters smoothly, “Well, not all of us need to beef up our records with profiled cases, partner.”
“You accusing me of something, Sawyer?” His thin lips curl and Alex nearly reaches for the laser gun in her waistband and Maggie nearly lets her.
“Cool it, man, I’m just trying to go home for the night.”
His eyes drag up and down Alex’s body and he smirks.
“Bet you are, Sawyer.”
Maggie is out from under Alex’s arm faster than even her DEO agent girlfriend can react, and she is mere inches from her partner’s body and despite having nearly half a foot on her, he backs up. He’s seen her in action too many times not to.
“You look at her like that again and I swear to god you won’t have eyes left to look with, we clear?”
“No need to get all – “
“We clear?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Clear.”
“Apologize to the lady.”
“Maggie, it doesn’t – “
“Yes, it matters. You matter, Alex. Donnelly. Now.”
“Apologies, Agent Danvers. You have a lovely night now.”
He retreats through the hall quicker than Maggie’s ever seen him move when not chasing down an innocent suspect, and she sighs with her eyes closed and relishes the way Alex’s arms wrap around her waist, the way her lips nudge aside her hair and find the nape of her neck.
“You didn’t have to do all that for me, Maggie. I don’t want to make work harder for you.”
“He makes work harder for me, Alex, not you. You never deserve to be disrespected like that, you – what?”
She’s turned her face to look at Alex, and Alex’s eyes are fire and fierce, fierce desire.
“What?” Maggie asks again, a slow grin starting to form, because she knows Alex, and she also knows what excited Alex Danvers looks like.
“Take me home,” Alex repeats, and Maggie gulps and grins and giggles and practically yanks her out of the precinct.
They’re barely even in the door before Alex finds herself slammed against a wall, Maggie’s lips crashing up into hers, Maggie’s tongue slipping into her mouth and making her melt, making her moan, making her reach down to undo Maggie’s belt.
“Uh uh, Danvers. You gotta earn it,” Maggie chastises with a kiss to her nose and a grin so sexy Alex’s knees threaten to buckle.
“I didn’t earn it, Maggie? I busted a crime ring for you, I – “
“Yeah, you did, and while we can… discuss… how attractive I find that later, while you were spending your twenty three hours and fifteen minutes beating the shit out of bad guys, I spent my twenty three hours and fifteen minutes jumping through administrative hurdles and holding off my terror of a partner from hauling Winn’s ass back into the precinct and getting my ass investigated for assisting a criminal enterprise.”
“Well, see now,” Alex gasps as Maggie nips at her neck and runs her hands through her hair. “That’s the kind of day that deserves a reward. And that’s all I wanna do, babe. Reward you. For protecting my friend, for protecting his girlfriend and her brother, for putting yourself on the line for someone I love, for your principles. For putting yourself on the line for me. For looking so damn sexy in that blazer – “
“Oh, you liked that blazer, did you?” Maggie asks between open-mouthed kisses, letting Alex back her over to the couch, nodding when Alex asks with her eyes if she can lay her down and, practically whining with desperation when Alex asks if she can nudge her legs open with her thigh, if she can hold her hands down above her head, and grind down with her thigh. Hard.
Maggie gasps and tries not to let it become a scream, and Alex smirks.
“I did. So much authority in that interrogation room, Detective Sawyer.”
Maggie chuckles breathily and glances at the way Alex’s hands are holding her wrists down.
“Not so much here though, huh?”
“You can change that if you’re in the mood to,” Alex invites, and Maggie moves.
Moves faster than Alex has yet seen her move in bed, until Alex is pinned beneath her, panting and whimpering and spreading her legs and sighing in relief when Maggie presses her thigh between them.
“So am I any closer to earning it?” Alex wants to know, and the frustration of Maggie’s day, the tension in her muscles, all ripples across her face, throughout her body, as she practically growls down at her beautiful, perfect, preening girlfriend.
“Keep being a good girl for me and we’ll see.”
Alex shrieks and Maggie grins and kisses her forehead. “All good?” she makes sure, and Alex rolls her hips up into Maggie’s thigh in response.
“Please,” she pants.
“Please what, Danvers?”
“Take me.”
Maggie tosses her head back and groans from deep in her throat. “Yeah, Ally? You want me to take you?”
“Well you already took me home, so…”
Maggie’s heart leaps and Alex’s eyes soften from the lust because they’re not in Alex’s home. They’re in Maggie’s.
Home.
Their home.
In the same moment, Alex leans up and Maggie leans down and their lips crash together because home, home, home, and Maggie makes good on Alex’s plea to take her.
Takes her with her jeans still on and her hair a tousled mess, takes her with her thigh between Alex’s legs and her wrists held carefully above her head. Takes her with Alex’s desperate pleas for more and Maggie’s body shifting so she can unzip Alex’s jeans, so she can slip her hand beneath her underwear, so she can check in one, two, three more times before Alex begs her to just fuck her, please, please, please, and Maggie does, she does, and Alex grabs at her ass and prays for more and Maggie obliges, bracing herself with one hand next to Alex’s waist so she can get a better angle, so she can fuck her deeper, fuck her harder, palm her clit firmer, and she reminds her what a good girl she is, and she reminds her how tight she is, how amazing it feels to stretch her out, how incredible it feels to take her, her, her, hers.
“All yours,” Alex breathes right before she slams over the edge, and Maggie watches her face because her face is beautiful and her face is rapture and her face is lust and her face is something that Maggie dares to hope is love.
And it is, it is, it is.