555. Chapter 555

She wanted to go to the armory.

Or the shooting range, at least.

But J’onn had specified that this mandatory afternoon off should under no circumstances involve firearms.

“Or flash grenades, Detective; don’t tempt her,” he’d warned. “Nothing explosive, please.”

Maggie laughs at his teasing, but when Alex isn’t looking, she and J’onn exchange a somber, knowing glance.

Because her fiancee, his eldest Earth daughter, has gone through too much lately.

Seen too much, heard too much.

Felt too much.

Tortured too much.

Been tortured too much.

Almost killed too much.

Almost died too much.

So no shooting, and no explosives. No weaponry of any kind.

Maggie tilts her head as Alex whines at Winn about what she’s supposed to do for fun that doesn’t involve firearms, and she laughs as Alex reddens when Winn wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“You walked right into that one, Danvers,” Maggie calls from across the command center, and Vasquez snickers.

“Come on, babe. I know just the place to take you.”

“Pun!” Winn shouts, and Alex raises a mock-threatening hand, even as she laughs warmly.

“Papa Bear said no violence!” Winn defends himself.

“He said no weapons, not -- “

“Detective Sawyer, will you please remove your fiancee from the facility before we have to get Pam up here?”

“Sir yes sir,” Maggie grins, taking Alex by the hand and kissing her knuckles before she starts to walk.

Alex melts, and J’onn and Winn exchange a relieved grin.

“So where are we going?” Alex asks, and Maggie just smiles.

When she pulls up at the driving range, Alex tilts her head.

“I didn’t know you play golf,” Alex says, her voice holding a nearly reverent tone that makes Maggie go gooey inside.

Maggie shrugs. “A lifetime of firsts, Danvers; I hope I can surprise you somehow.”

Alex laughs and pulls Maggie into a deep kiss by her lapels.

Maggie has to clear her throat several times before she’s composed enough to head inside. It makes Alex’s heart soar; it makes Alex’s body language extremely smug.

But her smugness vanishes somewhat when they get to their lane, when Maggie squints at Alex’s body slightly before selecting a club for her. She takes it into uncharacteristically awkward hands, and Maggie tilts her head.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna walk you through everything.”

“Mmm, well, you are an excellent teacher, so -- “

“Danvers!” Maggie murmurs, her turn to blush. Alex bites her lip, and Maggie has to use every ounce of restraint to not take her then and there.

“Okay, um... golf. Right. Let me see your natural swing.”

The flirtation drains from Alex’s eyes. “But I don’t know how.”

Maggie’s hands slip around Alex’s waist. “I happen to know that you are an extremely fast learner, Alex Danvers.”

“Do you now?” Alex kisses her, and Maggie swoons before collecting herself enough to step back.

“Go ahead, babe,” she encourages, and Alex tries -- hard -- not to overthink the swing. She overthinks anyway, and Maggie doesn’t laugh or snort or tease. She just nods and steps forward.

“That was good, sweetie. You’ve got great body alignment -- and a great body, hey, doesn’t hurt -- and your feet are perfect. But here’s the thing -- you gotta keep your left arm straight the whole way through this part of the swing, okay?”

Although it would be more efficient to demonstrate in front of Alex, Maggie steps behind her so her stomach is flush against Alex’s back, the fronts of her thighs flush against Alex’s. She wraps her arms around her, and Alex melts.

“See, just keep this straight -- “

“How am I supposed to keep anything straight with your body against mine like this?” Alex murmurs, and Maggie chuckles from deep in her throat. She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss the back of Alex’s neck.

“Focus, Danvers,” she teases, and Alex obeys.

It turns out that Alex was right; Maggie is an excellent teacher. And it turns out that Maggie was right; Alex is an extremely fast learner.

But that doesn’t stop them from leaving the driving range a full hour before their reserved time ends; because the sight of Maggie’s hips moving like this, Alex’s arm muscles rippling like that?

Drives them home to a very different kind of relaxation.