424. Chapter 424
She calls her arm candy and she calls her breathtaking.
She calls her gorgeous and she tells her she cleans up nice.
She tells her because god, does she mean it.
And for a long while, Alex splutters, and Alex is shy, and Alex Danvers – badass, take-no-prisoners DEO agent Alex Danvers – blushes.
But then she realizes she can use Maggie’s open admiration for her body – for her – to her advantage.
Hell, they’re always competing, anyway. Always have a bet on about something or other anyway.
So when Maggie is reaching from her elbows to her hips, kissing her in the corner their bar, Alex chuckles and pulls back.
“You want something more than a kiss, Sawyer?”
Alex feels rather than hears the low moan in the back of Maggie’s throat, and she bites the inside of her cheek.
“You offering, Danvers?” Maggie asks, her voice already thick with want, her eyes flitting toward the bathroom.
“No,” Alex shrugs with a massive, innocent grin, slipping out of Maggie’s hands and practically strutting back to the pool table.
“Wh – I – Danvers!”
Alex turns on her heel and licks a slow path up Maggie’s neck until her breath is hot in Maggie’s ear.
“Bet I can hold out without sex longer than you can, Detective,” she whispers, and Maggie full out laughs.
“Yeah, okay, Danvers, do I really need to remind you about last night when you – ”
“Hi guys!”
Alex nudges Maggie with her shoulder, and Maggie grins as she nudges her back, both of them trying their hardest to contort their faces into pictures of innocence for Kara.
“Hey sis!”
“Little Danvers!”
“Why… why are your voices so squeaky? Why are you smiling like that? I… you know what, I stopped using my superhearing around you to for a reason, so I don’t want to know, I really don’t. Drinks?”
“Root beers?”
Kara nods and adjusts her glasses as she blushes her way back to the bar.
“So you wanna bet that you can withhold sex longer than I can, do you, Danvers?”
“I have DEO training, Sawyer, I can do anything.”
“Anything but me, apparently.”
“Exactly.”
Maggie tilts her head and grins.
“A flash grenade.”
“What.”
“Stakes. If you give in and ask for sex first, I get a flash grenade.”
Alex squints down at her, biting the inside of her cheek and pretending to glare slightly. Trying not to think about how perfect Maggie’s lips look, how soft, how… no. No. Nope. Nope, definitely not. Because Maggie Sawyer cannot get her hands on that damn flash grenade.
“Done. And if I win – ”
“You won’t.”
“When I win… remember that lap dance we were talking about you giving me?”
“Danvers!”
The entire bar turns to look at them, Maggie with her face buried in Alex’s shoulder, Alex kissing her hair and waving off a scandalized-looking Kara, an amused-looking Winn, and a politely eye-diverting James.
“If it’s a no, Maggie, that doesn’t have to be – ” Alex starts, her voice sweet, her voice gentle, her voice genuine.
“Oh no no no. Deal. I win, I get a flash grenade. You win, you get a lap dance.”
They both blush and they seal it with a kiss. A kiss that they both immediately want to become something more.
But they can’t, because the stakes have been set. Alex cracks her knuckles and Maggie straightens her back in effort to restrain themselves.
Alex almost falters first. Almost falters, because even though the bet was her damn idea, Maggie knows she’s probably going to lose at pool anyway. Might as well make her loss worthwhile. So she sticks out her ass more than she usually would, she unbuttons her shirt more than she usually would, she licks her lips more than she usually would, while she lines up her shots.
Alex’s eyes blaze, but DEO training, DEO training. Something about discipline. Something about being a soldier.
But damn, Maggie in that shirt.
But she needs Maggie out of that shirt, so she needs Maggie to cave first. Needs her to cave first, so when Maggie has the early shift the next morning, Alex bites her lip and thinks long and hard and nervous before snapping a series of photos, careful and hot and needy.
She trembles slightly when she presses send, because god, she hopes they don’t look stupid.
She doesn’t.
Because Winn texts her immediately, to ask her what the hell she sent Sawyer, you kinky woman, she spit up her entire coffee all over my computer, seriously Danvers, can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?
But keeping it in her pants is exactly the point, and right now, she’s winning.
She’s winning, that is, until Maggie composes herself enough to respond to those texts, later that afternoon, when she’s back at the precinct and Alex is at the DEO.
Damn, Danvers. That body… the things I want to do to you right now… If you say the word, I can slip out of work and slip right into you. Because looking like you look in that lingerie, Alex? I know you’re already wet for me.
It’s Alex who spits up coffee on Winn’s computer, this time, and his shriek of frustration even makes J'onn jump.
“Agent Schott!”
“I’m sorry, sir, but first it was Maggie, now it’s Alex – does my computer have a sign on it today, begging to be caffeinated with a combination of coffee and spit?”
J'onn just stares at the siblings, nonplussed, and Alex claps her hand on Winn’s shoulder.
“No one told you our equipment’s waterproof, Winn?”
“That’s not the point, Alex, I… what are you and Maggie up to, anyway?” he asks as he and Alex start mopping up his console.
“Trust me, Mr. Schott: Agent Danvers has extremely loud thoughts, and you do not want to know their contents.”
Winn laughs – hard – and Vasquez chucks a crumpled piece of paper at him from her station.
Alex smirks and Vasquez winks and J'onn groans and Winn offers Alex a silent high-five, which she slaps cockily.
Of course she’ll win this.
All the filthy texts in the world can’t make her lose this.
Except her phone buzzes again, and she reads Maggie’s next message, and she nearly spits up coffee on Winn’s computer – again.
Nothing to say, Danvers? Does that mean you don’t want me to fuck you until you can’t do anything but writhe and scream my name like a good girl for me?
Winn grabs her coffee and holds it away from her.
“No more drinking while getting her texts.”
“And no more thinking, either. Please,” J'onn mutters, and Vasquez can’t stop laughing.
It continues – they continue – for a whole week, and by the end of it, no one is sure whether Alex, Maggie, J'onn, or Winn’s computer has suffered more.
They’re not even sure – by the time Alex is tearing off Maggie’s jacket and Maggie’s teeth are scraping at Alex’s throat – who lost, who won.
Who gets a flash grenade and who gets a lap dance.
And by the time Alex cums, writhing and screaming as she straddles Maggie, riding her hand as hard as she can; by the time Maggie cums, moaning and gasping as Alex holds her wrists down and whispers a filthy string of curses in her ear; they’re both claiming victory.