458. Chapter 458

It happens by accident, at first.

Turning Alex on like that.

Sure, she’s straddling her, and Maggie’s clothes are mostly on while Alex’s are mostly off.

Sure, her hands are all over her girlfriend’s body, and sure, she’s fairly turned on herself, but she speaks before she thinks about what it might do to Alex. To the both of them.

“Damn, Danvers, you’re so bad at this massage thing. How am I supposed to do this properly if you keep writhing like that?”

Her voice is raspy – courtesy of Alex’s ass squirming underneath her, between her legs – and that, combined with her words, makes Alex writhe harder. Makes Alex squeak. Makes Alex bite the pillow under her head to keep herself from full-out screaming.

Maggie freezes, her fingers hovering above Alex’s bare back.

“Danvers, did… Alex, did that turn you on?”

Alex gulps and buries her face in the pillow.

“I’m sorry,” her muffled voice sounds, and Maggie slips off of her and gathers her body into hers.

“No, no, babe, I – you have nothing to be embarrassed by, I… if that turned you on, Alex, I… that could be hot, it’s nothing to be… hey, hey, Alex, can you look at me?”

Alex obeys, gulping, eyes wide and vulnerable and maybe a little hopeful. Maybe a lot hopeful.

“It could be hot?”

Maggie grins and shrugs.

“Only if you wanted it to be.”

“What could be hot?” Alex rolls over halfway so she’s facing her girlfriend, and Maggie fights to keep her eyes on Alex’s eyes instead of her chest.

“Well, that depends. What uh… what turned you on about what I said?”

Alex blushes deeply and tries to hide her face again, but Maggie shakes her head and smiles. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, Alex – “

“You kind of… you were all… commanding and authoritative and you… um… scolded me?” She bites her lip and she rakes her eyes down to Maggie’s mouth and she waits while Maggie remembers how to breathe.

“And you liked all that?” Maggie asks.

Alex nods, still biting her lip. “Did you?”

“If it’s something you want Alex, I… yeah. Yeah.”

“Have you got your handcuffs?” Alex asks, voice clear and low and hopeful, and Maggie nearly chokes.

“Wow, okay, um… yeah, but… could we… could we start slower?”

Alex runs her fingers through Maggie’s hair. “Of course we could, babe.”

“Want me to uh… continue your massage?” Maggie asks, her eyes nervous, her eyes excited, her eyes hungry.

Alex nods softly.

“Remember that color system we talked about the first time I came inside you?”

Alex moans softly, eyes rolling closed at the memory, and Maggie chuckles.

“I take that as a yes.” Alex nods, and Maggie kisses her nose. “So: color?”

“Green,” Alex whispers, and Maggie takes a deep breath.

“Flip back onto your stomach, Danvers,” Maggie rasps, and Alex’s entire body squirms involuntarily.

“Yes, Detective,” she whispers, and Maggie moans.

“That okay?” Alex confirms, and Maggie whispers her affirmative color eagerly as she straddles Alex again.

“Addressing me as Detective. So formal. Does that mean you have a guilty conscience, Danvers? Have you been a bad girl?”

Alex whines and and writhes and grabs desperately at the sheets.

“Color?” Maggie asks, though she’s pretty sure she knows.

“Green,” Alex practically squeaks, and Maggie leans down to kiss the back of her neck. “Maggie, please, don’t stop,” she begs, and Maggie does exactly that.

She stops.

“Mmm, Danvers, speaking out of turn. Such bad behavior,” Maggie husks lightly, and Alex grinds her hips down into the mattress helplessly.

“Color?” they both murmur at the same time, both nervous beyond belief, both excited beyond description.

Maggie laughs and Alex giggles, Maggie leaning back down to kiss the back of Alex’s neck again.

“I’m neon green, Maggie, how about you?”

“Neon? Nerd.”

“Your nerd.”

“Mmm, my bad girl nerd, apparently.”

Alex giggle turns into a soft scream, and Maggie bites down gently into her skin. Alex yelps with pleasure and begs for more.

“Uh uh uh, Danvers. You’ve been so bad, and you think I should reward you for that?”

Alex writhes and pants and grinds down into the mattress and up into Maggie’s ass, and Maggie is far past wrecked.

“I think you should do whatever you want to me, Detective,” she whispers when she remembers what words are, and Maggie takes her up on it, fucking her eager and fucking her fast, fucking her hard and fucking her deep, checking in the whole time, telling her how naughty she’s been the whole time, telling her what a bad girl she’s been the whole time, asking her what kind of punishment she thinks she deserves the whole time.

Alex cums hard and loud and desperate against the heel of Maggie’s palm, slipped carefully under her body, between her legs, soaked even through Alex’s underwear.

“You are perfect, Alex Danvers,” Maggie murmurs as she welcomes Alex back down to earth with gentle kisses pressed to the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, her upper back. “You are absolutely perfect, and I can’t imagine being with anyone better than you, because there is no one better than you.”