365. Chapter 365

She’s impressed when Winn steps in front of the bastard and tells him he doesn’t get to talk to Alex.

She’s impressed, and she wants to buy him as many drinks and video games as he wants for it, especially because she may have only just started joining this misfit family, but she already knows that he hates confrontation.

Hates confrontation, can barely fight to save his life, and yet he doesn’t hesitate to put his body between Rick and Alex.

She’s impressed, and she loves Winn all the more for it.

She’s impressed, but she’s alright.

But when Alex says she has one thing to do before J’onn wipes his mind, when Alex turns, and when Alex damn near breaks his nose, Maggie is well beyond impressed.

Maggie is utterly wrecked.

Her mouth opens and she doesn’t know whether to laugh or to pounce, and she’s frozen because god, this woman was just kissing her so tender, so gentle, so perfect.

This woman loves her. Is in love with her.

And this woman throws an incredible punch.

And it usually doesn’t do it for Maggie.

She knows what Alex gets up to with unauthorized “interrogations.”

It’s the one thing they consistently fight about.

It’s the one thing Maggie can’t stand.

And Alex is working on it.

She is.

But this?

This feels different. This feels… acceptable.

More than that.

This feels fucking hot.

And suddenly, the making out they’d just done in the med bay isn’t enough.

Because that had been sweet and it had been tender and it had been loving and it had been perfect.

But now?

Alex with that sneer, with that low lilt to her voice, with that set in her jaw and the casual way she slaps Winn five, like damn right I punched him did anyone expect me not to?

She needs more than tender.

Now, she needs Alex to take that sneer, that energy, that aggression, to bed.

With her.

Posthaste.

Because Alex is alive, and Alex is safe, safe, safe.

And Maggie wants to feel the pulse in Alex’s neck with her tongue.

She wants to hear Alex’s ragged breathing into her ear while she wraps her legs around her and lets her pour all that life, all that vitality, all the survival, into Maggie’s body.

She wants to her Alex moan and she wants to hear Alex tell her that she loves her while she ties her to the bed, while she fucks her so hard she can’t remember anything but the way she feels right now.

In love. In lust. In… Alex.

But she can’t, she can’t, they can’t, they can’t.

Because, bravado aside, Alex is still healing.

Heat aside, Maggie’s insides are still quaking.

And she knows Alex’s are, too.

So she takes Kara aside, because her girlfriend’s kid sister is pretty enough, if she thinks about it, but she’s her girlfriend’s kid sister, so she doesn’t think about it, so there’s really no better way to cool off than to walk Kara away from Alex, away from the woman she needs to bend her over their couch and slam into her hard, fast, aggressive, alive.

Away from Alex – just for a moment, a moment, because she knows she won’t be able to tolerate being away from her for long – because yes, she needs to talk to Kara, but she also needs to not beg Alex to take her in front of the entire DEO.

Although, that sounds…

No. Kara. Talking to Kara.

Yes. Yes. Talking to Kara.

Now.

But she files that punch in her memory for later. For when they’re both more healed.

Because damn, is that going to be incredible.