531. Chapter 531

“I’m so sorry I’m late, babe, just let me change, I’ll be ready in just a – “

But Alex freezes with the keys still in her hand and her jacket half stripped off, because her fiancee is sprawled on the couch, work shoes still on, leather jacket still on, makeup still perfect, gun right on the coffee table next to her.

Sound asleep.

Alex puts her keys on the counter quietly, quietly now, smiling as she takes her time, now, kicking off her shoes and tugging off her jacket. She watches Maggie’s chest rise and fall slowly, steadily, and she looks at the ring she’d put on her finger not two months before.

Her heart leaps and she smiles like she’s never smiled before every single time she sees it.

She undresses with secret agent speed, making sure to keep quiet at every drawer opening, at every clothes dropping, a small smile on her face the whole time.

This is what home feels like.

This is what marriage feels like.

This is what love feels like.

Once she’s replaced her jeans and jacket and bra with pajama pants and one of Maggie’s oversized flannels; once she’s grabbed nothing but her Stanford sweater for Maggie, she pads over to the couch and kneels beside her.

“Sweetie,” she whispers, still getting used to the way the term of endearment falls off her lips, but loving the discovery every time.

Maggie bolts upright, her relaxed, sleeping face suddenly tense.

“Shit, Danvers, what time is it? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I just – I – why are you in pajamas? Don’t we have a date tonight?”

“The arcade will always be there, babe,” Alex soothes her back down, holding out her sweater and starting to tug off Maggie’s shoes. “You’re tired, I’m tired. All I want is Netflix and your arms tonight. If that’s okay?”

“You’re not angry?” Maggie worries at her bottom lip, and Alex answers by kissing her knee and tapping her thigh lightly to tell her to lean up so Alex can tug off her jeans for her.

“Never,” she whispers, and Maggie finally relaxes her body as she lets Alex undress her.

“Why are you the best?” she asks, and Alex preens.

“A question that has plagued humankind for millennia,” she beams, and Maggie tosses a pillow at her, laughing.

“You’re looking pretty good for your age, you Time Lord, you,” she teases, and she swears that Alex’s laughter is the best sound she will ever hear.

“Mmmm, you can stay like that,” Alex invites as she helps Maggie slip off her bra, and Maggie’s dimples shine as she grabs at Alex’s sweater and tugs it over her head.

“If cuddling and sleeping is the point, Danvers, we know that won’t happen if I stay shirtless.”

“I can control myself!” Alex splutters.

“Okay, lesbian,” Maggie laughs, and Alex swears she wishes they were getting married tomorrow, just so she can call this woman her wife.

They’re both content with soon enough, though, as they laugh and snuggle their way into the perfectly fitting puzzle pieces of each other’s bodies, relishing each other’s closeness and warmth and heartlines every single moment of the night.