359. Chapter 359
They kiss until they can’t breathe.
They kiss until they can’t stop laughing.
They kiss until their hands won’t stop roaming each other’s bodies, and they need to save that for home.
Their home.
Their home because they need to have more firsts, more firsts, more firsts.
All the firsts.
Together.
Because they love each other.
Because they’re in love.
Alex can’t stop smiling.
Neither can Maggie.
But they have to stop kissing, they have to stop touching each other, they have to stop repeating I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, or Alex will pass out. And, for that matter, so might Maggie, from sheer emotion.
Alex starts swinging her legs off the side of the bed, and Maggie startles.
“Whoa whoa whoa, Danvers, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Thought you said I was a badass.”
“You are, of course you are, but – “
“Well badasses can get out of bed.”
“No, badasses know when they need rest, and when they need to stay in bed.”
Alex pauses at that, tilting her head – a habit she’s acquired from the woman who loves her, loves her, god, she loves her, and Alex lets out an impromptu giggle – and she squints.
“Your logic makes sense, Sawyer.”
“Good,” Maggie nods, and starts to ease Alex back down by the shoulders.
Alex refuses.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to it!”
“Alex!” Maggie protests, but her laughter gives her away, because if Alex wants to get up, then she’s going to get up, just like she held on.
She held on.
She held on.
“Make yourself useful, Sawyer, and help a woman out here,” Alex commands breathlessly, and Maggie is helpless for her.
Helpless for her, and that helplessness is the best thing she’s ever, ever felt.
“I’d like you to note my objection,” she murmurs, even as she can’t stop smiling, as Alex loops an arm over her shoulder, as she loops an arm behind Alex’s waist, and they shift, and they stand slow, steady.
Together.
“Noted and respectfully disregarded, Detective,” Alex flirts, and Maggie has never, ever been so happy to be overridden in her life.