490. Chapter 490

She holds herself together pretty well all day.

She holds her hand and she kisses her, and she leans into her when Alex drapes her arm around her shoulders, the look on Alex’s face at once ecstatic and excited and cocky.

Ecstatic because Alex has never gone to Pride before, has never seen this many queer people in one place. Has never seen this many queer people, period. Has never laughed this hard, felt this much, seen this much joy in one place.

Excited because she’s surrounded by her friends and none of them are fighting for their lives; they’re just existing, just being, just living. Just jumping on each other’s backs and laughing and catching plastic rainbow sunglasses and snapping photos of each other and squirting each other with the colorful water guns one of Winn’s gamer friends brought.

Cocky because there are lots of nearly naked women around them, and the ones that aren’t eyeing Alex are eyeing her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, whose Pride theme this year seems to be cutoffs – cutoff shorts that barely cover her ass, cutoff flannel that outlines her muscles nicely – and she knows exactly how incredible, how sexy, Maggie looks. And yet she’s the one getting to walk around with her; she’s the one who gets to drape her arm around her; she’s the one who gets to take her home tonight and…

She holds herself together pretty well all day.

Just like Maggie’s doing.

Holding themselves together.

Holding themselves back from stripping each other naked then and there, from bending each other over a police barrier, from slamming each other back into a sign post and making each other scream louder than the crowds.

Because the women they’re walking by?

The openness with which they’re queer, the openness with which they smile, they wink, they arch eyebrows and offer full views of thick curves and long legs?

“I’m definitely very gay. Like, if Kara’s Supergirl, if there’s anything super about me, I’m supergay,” Alex tells James when he asks her how she’s doing, and he laughs and laughs and laughs.

“There is everything super about you, Alex,” he tells her earnestly when he catches his breath, and she knocks the wind out of him again with the force of her hug.

Maggie smiles as Winn awwwwws at the sight of Alex and James, and she doesn’t think anyone will notice the way she’s licking her lips as her happiness collides with her raw want.

Her want for Alex, out of those clothes and all over her, in her, every way and everywhere.

She barely even realizes that she’s licking her lips, that her eyes are raking down Alex’s body, until a hand claps onto her shoulder and Kara Danvers is arching an eyebrow at her.

“I know she’s your girlfriend, but she’s also my sister, and I’d appreciate it if you could save undressing her with your eyes for when I can’t see either of you,” she tells her with the brightest smile, and Maggie stammers.

“I’m sorry, Kara, I um – “

Kara just snorts and leans in. “It’s fine, I’ve been doing it to Lena all day. Do you think she wants me too? Like really?”

Maggie glances behind Kara at Lena, who’s giving the younger Danvers the same kind of once-over Maggie was just giving the eldest.

“Yeah. Yep, I’m pretty sure you’re getting laid tonight if you want to, Kid Danvers.”

Kara squeaks and adjusts her glasses and trips, hard. Maggie catches her, sets her back on her feet, and laughs, shaking her head.

“Aw, you’re my sister’s hero,” Alex snakes her arms around Maggie’s waist, fingers slipping up underneath her shirt, and Maggie hisses and has to restrain herself from arching back. “I can repay you for saving her from a very embarrassing face plant. You know. If you want.”

“Repay me, huh Danvers?”

Maggie turns in Alex’s arms so their lips are close together, so she can smell the lemonade on Alex’s breath, so she can practically taste the tang on her tongue.

“Mmhmm,” Alex preens.

“And how would you do that?”

“Come home with me tonight and find out.”

And god, god, god, does Maggie want to find out.

Because the way that Alex’s eyes are wide, the way she keeps gulping in gay at other women, but the way her eyes always come back to Maggie, always settle on her body; the way that Alex stammers her way through explaining to hopeful women that she’s flattered, but she has a girlfriend, right over there; the way that Alex blushes when she’s hit on and the way that she stiffens when Maggie is hit on?

God, does Maggie want to find out the ways Alex wants to touch her tonight.

And she does find out.

She finds out sooner than she thought she would.

She finds out when they all step into a coffee shop because Kara needs a break from all the stimulation; when she bends over to pick up a twenty that Lena dropped; when Alex grabs her hand and pulls her toward the bathroom, muttering something to their friends about being right back.

“Danvers, this is a single stall,” she breathes as Alex shoves her into the door as it locks behind them.

Alex just shrugs. “It’s Pride,” she grins wickedly, hands snaking down to Maggie’s ass, and Maggie moans immediately into the demanding heat of her kiss.

“Danvers,” she breathes, and Alex stops immediately.

“I’m sorry, Maggie, I – “

“No, no, hey hey, you’re fine, you’re okay. I want you, Alex. I want you so damn bad. But uh… take me home? It can be now, it can be later. I just don’t… not here? Not right now?”

Tears flood Alex’s eyes. “Maggie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – “

“No, babe, hey. Look at me, alright? Hey. You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you. I want you so damn badly, Danvers. Right now. I’m just not feeling the risk right now; and you’re right, I usually do love it, so your instinct was great.” She grins and Alex chuckles and bites her lip.

“I didn’t hurt you? Or scare you?”

“No, babe. No, you didn’t. Okay? We okay?”

Alex nods and Maggie kisses her glittery forehead.

“Also, I actually do have to pee, so…” Alex laughs and kisses her gently once more before rejoining her family outside.

They don’t last much longer than that.

Than Alex’s attempt to have a quickie in the coffee shop bathroom; because Maggie might not have been in the mood to risk such public sex, but god did Alex’s desperation turn her on.

So the next time a girl hits on Alex, Maggie sets her jaw and thinks of all she has in store for her girlfriend tonight.

The next time she watches Alex’s eyes watch another woman’s ass, she gets nervous, but only for a moment, because Alex’s arm immediately finds its way around her shoulders and she leans into her and says, “I’m really, really, reallllly gay, but no one’s got anything on my woman,” and Maggie finds herself blushing like she hasn’t in years.

And the next time Maggie gets into a conversation with a pretty girl about her t-shirt and the girl starts flirting, she relishes the way that Alex watches with jealousy mixed with awe – awe that Maggie could have any girl she wants, but all she wants is Alex.

So when the crew splits for the night, exhausted and sweaty and floaty, Alex and Maggie both get an immediate second wind.

An immediate second wind because they’d planned to go home to Alex’s, but Maggie’s place is closer.

Maggie’s place is closer, and god, they need close right now.

Because their need has been building all day, and the moment they start heading up the stairwell to Maggie’s apartment, Maggie pins Alex against the banister and kisses her senseless.

“I thought you weren’t in the mood for something so public?” Alex breathes as Maggie’s lips, Maggie’s teeth, find her throat.

“Moods change, Danvers. That okay?” Her voice is thick with raw need, but her body stills and her eyes are soft.

And god, fuck, yes. Yes, it’s more than okay.

They kiss and they touch and they moan their way up the stairs, gripping at the banister, grasping at each other, for stability, for support, for steadiness.

Alex nearly tears the buttons on Maggie’s flannel and Maggie undoes the button on Alex’s shorts.

“Okay?” she pants, and Alex looks around briefly before nodding, before Maggie smears her hands with some corporate-sponsored antibiotic she’d figured would be useful to grab, before she slips her hand into Alex’s pants, before she puts her other hand over Alex’s mouth, before she leans back slightly to watch her girlfriend as she fucks her like all those other women had wanted to do all day.

“Good?” she asks, and Alex nods, but stills Maggie’s wrist with her fingertips.

“Take me inside,” she begs, and Maggie grins at the pun but obeys, practically tugging Alex up the last few stairs to her hallway.

They giggle and they double over, breathless with desire and breathless with laughter, and their kisses are sloppy and ecstatic as Maggie fumbles with her keys.

“I could just kick the damn thing in,” Alex offers between kisses, and Maggie giggles again.

“You could, and it would be hot, but uh… god, Danvers,” she whispers as Alex’s lips leave hers to journey down her jawline. “But then what would I fuck you against?”

Her key finally slides neatly into the lock and she yanks the door open, but it’s Alex who pulls her inside. Alex who slams her against the back of the door when they shut it, when they lock it. Alex who checks in to make sure the turn of events is okay.

Maggie nods, speechless and breathless, and Alex’s grin is almost feral. “I’ve been wanting to do this,” she growls, and Maggie smirks.

“You’re not doing anything yet, Danvers,” she teases, and Alex picks her up off her feet smoothly, easily, Maggie’s legs wrapped around her waist and her lips locked on hers.

“Oh really? Because I thought I was doing exactly what every woman there wanted to do to you today,” she murmurs into their kiss, and Maggie grinds her hips down desperately, back against the door, solid and steady in Alex’s arms.

“I only want you, Danvers,” she murmurs shakily, voice wrecked because her body is utterly, completely wrecked for Alex. “You make me such a fucking mess.”

Alex stills and pulls her head back to look up at the woman she’s holding, at the woman whose lips are swollen for her, whose body is throbbing for her.

“You’re perfect, Maggie. I can’t… I can’t believe out of anyone you could be with… and you could be with anyone… you’re with… me.”

Maggie taps Alex’s arms and Alex lets her down softly.

“Alex Danvers, I would choose you every day and every night, from now until the end of time.”

Eyes lock and breaths sync and pulses thrum as one.

Alex licks her lips slowly and Maggie wipes Alex’s tears gently.

“I love you, Alex Danvers.”

“I love you back, Maggie Sawyer.”

“Do you… do you wanna show me?”

Alex beams. “God, yes.”

And she does.

She shows her she loves her, she wants her, she needs her, with the way she kisses her, slow at first, faster and harder the closer they bring their bodies together, until their bodies can’t get close enough; until Alex shrugs out of her own clothes and strips Maggie of hers, quick and efficient and needy, because god, god, fuck, she loves her in so many ways and she wants to show her in so many ways.

She shows her when she carries her to their bed, mouths connected, ragged breathing synced, and lays her down, making sure to put the pillow directly under her head, making sure she’s comfortable, making sure she’s happy, making sure she still wants everything, and god, god, she does.

So she shows her when she asks if she wants to spread her legs for her, when she lowers her mouth to Maggie’s inner thighs, to her clit, when she smiles into her wetness when Maggie’s fingers tighten in her hair, when Maggie’s hips buck up and she whispers Alex’s last name like a prayer over and over and over and over.

She shows her when she takes her through her first orgasm of the night, fingers buried deep inside her, tongue and chin keeping pressure on her clit until she convulses all around her, soaking her fingers and coating her tongue and filling her heart with her release.

She shows her when they ride each other’s thighs, when she grabs at Maggie’s ass to pull her closer, to bring each other closer, until closer isn’t close enough so they shift, shift so Maggie’s clit covers Alex’s, so when they move, they’re moving directly on each other, so that when their bodies throb with need, they can both feel the other’s desperate want.

She shows her when she reads her, when she knows that Maggie’s about to cum, and she puts aside the fact that she’s about to cum so she can shift so her thigh is back between Maggie’s legs, because she knows it’ll give her a more powerful orgasm, that she’ll let go harder if she’s not afraid of hurting Alex, and god, she does, she does, especially when Alex leans up to take Maggie’s breasts into her hand, into her mouth, running her tongue over her hardened nipple until all she can hear is her name being blessed with Maggie’s lips again, again, again.

“Thank you,” Alex whispers when they’re both spent and sweating and exhausted.

“Thank me?” Maggie grins, shaking her head, about to object, but Alex stills her with a soft finger to her lips. Maggie kisses it automatically, and Alex giggles.

“Yeah, thank you. For… for this, yeah,” she gestures at their naked bodies, and it’s Maggie’s turn to giggle at her massive nerd. “But I meant… I’ve never had the feeling that I was… part of something. Except with Kara, except at the DEO, but that… I don’t know, it feels different, it… for today, for Pride, for… for getting me to be myself. Thank you, Maggie. I don’t… I don’t know how I can ever thank you enough.”

Maggie’s jaw trembles and her eyes glisten, and Alex pulls her closer.

“You gonna keep loving me like you do, Alex?” Maggie asks, voice small, hope big.

“Always,” Alex promises, and Maggie smiles incredulously and nods slowly and curls closer into Alex’s chest.

“That’s all I’ll ever need from you, Danvers. Happy Pride, sweetie.”

“Happy Pride, babe.”