556. Chapter 556

They talk about it while they’re distinctly not in either of their bedrooms, because the night she’d brought over the pizza and all of her courage, Maggie had told Alex that they should probably take it slow.

For Alex’s sake, but for her own, as well.

Because she always falls, but she’s never fallen this hard, this fast, and she wants to make sure she doesn’t mess it up. Not with Alex.

Not like she messes up everything else good in her life.

And Alex? Alex is beyond good.

So they talk about it, in a dark, shadowy booth in a corner of the bar -- their bar, as they’re both starting to think of it -- and she kisses Alex’s knuckles, the joints of her fingers, as they talk, as they blush, as they kiss and giggle and stumble for words.

“I mean, I’ve never um... I’ve never liked it. You know. In the past. With... with men. The whole sex thing. But I liked... I liked...” Alex is looking around the bar and she’s leaning in and Maggie’s smelling the scotch on her breath and it’s making her hotter than she’d care to admit.

“I liked when you put your fingers inside me,” she finally splutters out, and Maggie has to remind herself how to breathe.

“I just assumed I didn’t like penetration. Before. Like, at all. But now, I think maybe... I think maybe I would. If you... I loved the way your fingers felt, but I wanted more... of you. Inside me. Ah, I’m probably saying it all wrong, I’m sorry, I’m probably destroying any desire you had to -- “

“Oh, no, Danvers, no no. That’s not at all what you’re doing. Wanna come home with me, I can uh... show you how wrong you are?”

“I don’t like being wrong.”

Maggie melts because Alex pouts.

“But I do want you to take me. Home.”

Maggie gulps and nods and M’gann chuckles as the two can barely get out of the bar fast enough.

“Alex, we can stop,” she tells her when they finally kiss and stumble and tug each other’s jackets off, all the way home to Maggie’s bed. “Whenever you want. It’s okay if you don’t like it, it’s okay if you -- “

“I want you to fuck me, Maggie. With your strapon. Now.”

“Demanding, Agent Danvers,” Maggie teases, and when Alex hisses, Maggie makes a note to return to that bit of role play later.

For now, she just lets Alex watch her.

Watch her as she wriggles out of her jeans, as she tugs her harness on over her boxers. As she pushes her dildo through a hole in the harness Alex hadn’t noticed before, and reaches back into her bedside table to pull out a condom.

“Maggie, I don’t think you can get me pregnant -- “

Maggie chuckles but shakes her head. “It’s clean, but I didn’t fully sanitize it since I um... used it on myself. I just want to avoid giving you an infection or -- “

“Alright, fine, condom it is, just come over here and fuck me.”

“Needy, Danvers,” Maggie tsks, and Alex bites her bottom lip as she blushes.

“Undress for me,” Maggie asks, soft and suddenly nervous. Suddenly extremely nervous.

Alex’s hands tremble as she takes off her clothes, her eyes never leaving Maggie’s, but when Maggie tries to tell her they don’t have to continue, Alex shushes her softly.

“Please?” she whispers, and Maggie crawls onto the bed next to her. Alex whines and tries to tug Maggie on top of her.

“Danvers, I’m not gonna go right ahead and fuck you. I wanna make sure you’re wet enough first, make sure you uh...” She runs her own trembling fingers down Alex’s throat, her collarbone, her breasts, relishing the way Alex’s body arches when she brushes past her nipples. “Make sure you feel appreciated. Special. Because you are, babe. So damn special.”

Alex gulps at the gentle husk in Maggie’s voice and she pulls her in -- she’s still very much wearing that white collared shirt that always drives Alex out of her mind with want -- to a deep kiss. Her lips part for Maggie’s tongue reflexively, but it doesn’t stop her from moaning at Maggie’s attentiveness, at the way her hands worship Alex’s entire naked body while they kiss, at the way she removes one of her hands, but only for a moment, to make sure that as she moves her body closer to Alex’s, her strapon presses up painlessly between both of their stomachs instead of poking directly into Alex’s.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Danvers,” Maggie murmurs as she moves her lips from Alex’s to her jawline, her throat, and this time Maggie doesn’t resist when Alex tugs her on top of her.

She just chuckles -- “someone’s eager” -- and reassures -- “and I’m all for it, Danvers” -- and lowers her mouth down farther, watching Alex’s eyes for permission before taking one of her nipples between her lips. She teases her with her tongue and she sucks gently, running her tongue over and over and over her nipple until it hardens in her mouth, until Alex’s hands are buried in Maggie’s hair and her entire body is writhing under her touch.

“Maggie, please,” she pants, and Maggie pauses.

“You good, babe? What do you need? I got you, it’s okay, just tell me what you need.”

“You,” Alex arches her stomach, her hips, pressing up into the strapon laying between their bodies.

“Yeah?” Maggie confirms, shifting sideways off of Alex, resting her body weight on her forearm while skating down Alex’s stomach with her other hand.

Alex nods, her lips pursed and her eyes nervous but desperate as Maggie’s fingers comb through her curls and sink into her wetness.

“Fuck, Danvers, you’re so damn wet for me,” Maggie rasps like she’s reciting an ancient prayer.

“What’d you expect?” Alex teases breathlessly, and Maggie grins, leaning back up to kiss her.

“May I?” she asks, nodding down at her fingers, and as Alex gives eager consent, Maggie slips her fingers inside her.

Alex’s head tosses back and her entire body writhes as Maggie moans her delight, her desire, her raw, raw want.

“Good babe?” she confirms as she angles her fingers into a beckoning motion inside her, and Alex reaches a shaky hand for Maggie’s strapon.

Maggie nods and kisses her before slipping her fingers out of her, respositioning herself on top of her. She barely suppresses a groan when Alex automatically puts her legs around her waist, and Maggie...

Maggie stops. She tilts her head as she looks down at Alex, her hair pooled around her head and her lips slightly swollen from their kissing, her chest heaving with her panting, her body slightly sweaty.

“Alex, you know this isn’t how people have to have sex. You know we’ve had sex already, that this isn’t any more important, or better, or -- “

“I know, Maggie. I do. But I want to try. With you. I want to. I do. I promise. Please?”

So Maggie nods and kisses her soft and tender, her lips first, and then her nose, her eyes, her cheek, her forehead. She reaches one hand between their bodies and positions her strapon over Alex’s clit, arching her hips slightly to give her firm, solid pressure.

Alex’s eyes fly wide open, and Maggie stops immediately.

“Fuck, no, don’t stop, Maggie, I -- what -- what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I -- “

“No, god, don’t be, I just -- “

“I’m not inside you yet, I’m just... I wanted to focus on your clit, I thought you might like -- “

“I do.”

“You’re good?”

“I swear to god if you don’t stop talking and continue what you were doing, I -- “

“Yes Agent Danvers,” Maggie husks with a mischievous grin, and she notes just how much she loves the feeling of Alex’s nails scraping down her back.

As requested, she doesn’t stop rubbing her strapon against Alex’s clit, firm and consistent and just fast enough to be hard, but slow enough to be able to map out every single nuance of Alex’s responses to her ministrations.

“Inside me,” Alex pleads after who knows how long, and Maggie checks with trembling fingers to make sure she’s still wet enough. And god, is she.

She watches her face carefully -- so damn carefully -- as she guides the strapon inside Alex, slow, slow, slow, as gentle and as restrained as she can possibly be, only pressing in deeper when Alex whines, when Alex arches her hips up, when Alex reaches down to grab at Maggie’s ass and pull her in closer. Which is all the time, until Maggie is buried as deeply as she can be in Alex’s body.

She lowers her face into the crook between Alex’s shoulder and neck, her entire body trembling with need, with the overwhelming sensation of being inside Alex this way, of feeling Alex’s body underneath hers, connected to hers, like this. She pushes her hips down and forward slightly, tentatively, and at first when Alex gasps and grabs at her and pulls her closer, elation surges through her entire body.

But then Alex’s gasp becomes something of a sob, and Maggie has never been more terrified in her life.

She lifts her head up to see Alex’s face, and sure enough, there are tear tracks all down the sides of her cheeks, her eyes bright and full of new tears.

“Alex, I’m so sorry, I -- “

But Alex’s hands stop Maggie’s hips from rising, from pulling the strapon out of her body.

“No, no, I’m... I’m sorry, it’s me, I’m being stupid, I -- “

“No, Alex, I told you that it’s okay if you don’t like this, I never should have -- “

“Maggie, no, please, listen to me, please. I’m being stupid because who cries during sex? Me, apparently, but I -- I’m just... I’m happy, Maggie, I’m... I never thought... I mean, I wanted to try with you because you’ve mentioned it’s something you like, but I didn’t think... I didn’t think I could... I could feel like this, I mean... I know we’ve had sex, and I didn’t know I could feel like that either, but I just... Maggie, I...”

Her body wracks with another sob, and Maggie makes it her life mission to never let another tear fall from Alex’s face to her pillow without being kissed away by her first.

“Alex, if it’s too overwhelming, we can -- “

“No, Maggie, I want this. Please? I’ve never wanted anything more, I... please, Maggie? Make love to me, just like this? Please?”

So she does. She does, slow and gentle and attentive.

Maggie brings one of her hands under the small of Alex’s back, and the other, she scoops underneath Alex’s head like a personal pillow. She holds her -- all of her -- as their hips rock together, slow and gentle and attentive, but also solid and steady and desperate.

She kisses mouth until neither of them can breathe, and when Alex starts screaming the beginnings of an orgasm into Maggie’s neck -- because Maggie is kissing every centimeter of her face, kissing away every happy tear that falls as their bodies move in oppositional unison -- Maggie pulls her head back so she can watch Alex’s face, so she can memorize her every gasp, her every convulsion, her every ounce of pleasure.

So she can memorize the way her lips almost tell her she loves her, but her body tells her, instead.

So she can memorize the way her name sounds pouring off this woman’s lips, the way her orgasm starts in her core and undulates powerfully through even the tips of her hair.

So she can memorize the path her tears travel from her eyes onto Maggie’s waiting lips, kissing her, whispering to her, holding her, through her first time coming vaginally, her first time coming from this kind of internal stimulation.

Her first time feeling like it’s like to be made love to in this way by someone who loves her.

By someone she loves.

“So are we adding this kind of sex to the list of things that make Alex Danvers excited list?” Maggie asks between kisses after Alex comes down from her high, wrapped in Maggie’s strong arms.

“Mmhmmm,” she hums sleepily, contentedly, and Maggie’s never wanted to marry anyone before, but god, the things this woman makes her feel.