583. Chapter 583

She knows what kind of mood Alex is in the moment she walks through the door.

Because Alex is in her flowery little silk robe, and there are candles lit across the apartment, and there’s soft jazz playing, and she’s got that look on her face.

That almost shy, adorably hopeful, subtly seductive look.

“Welcome home, babe,” she says, and yep. Yep, Maggie’s right.

Because Alex’s voice is low, but not hard; sexy, but not demanding.

Alex’s voice is submissive, and heat goes straight through Maggie’s core.

“Well, someone looks beautiful tonight,” Maggie breathes, not once taking her eyes off her girlfriend as she takes her gun out of her waistband and kicks her boots off.

Alex bites her lip and blushes as she glances around the otherwise empty apartment.

“Oh? Who would that be?”

Maggie chuckles and slips off her leather jacket, tossing it onto the chair and striding toward Alex, her eyes gleaming with raw adoration.

“You, Alex Danvers. You.”

Alex’s breath catches, and tears flood her eyes for a moment before she swallows them in favor of drawing out her… plan for the evening.

“Do you wanna sit down?” Alex asks when Maggie is close enough to touch.

And in those simple words, she’s asking so much.

Is this alright?

Are you in the mood for this tonight?

Would you rather blow out the candles and just relax on the couch?

We can do that, too.

“I do,” Maggie husks.

And in those simple words, she’s affirming so much.

Yes.

Absolutely.

I want to make love to you. Right now.

More than anything.

Alex smiles and bites her lip again. Maggie barely suppresses a groan.

“Then come sit.” Alex offers her hand, and electricity passes through their fingertips as Alex leads Maggie to the couch.

“Would you like me to dance for you?” Alex asks, and Maggie’s breathing somehow both quickens and slows at the same time.

“Yes,” she manages, and Alex flashes a soft, seductive grin as she turns, slow and steady and smooth, raising her hands to tousle her own hair. Maggie gulps as Alex swirls her hips down, down, down, until Maggie can’t help but reaching for her.

“God, you’re so good at this, Danvers,” she murmurs, and Alex tosses her head back as she half-sighs, half-moans.

“Maggie,” she gasps, and Maggie’s hips move in time with Alex’s perfect rhythm.

“I’m right here, beautiful,” Maggie spreads her fingers to interlock them with Alex’s at her waistline.

“Tell me?” Alex asks, and Maggie smiles, because she knows.

“Do you wanna be a good girl and keep dancing for me, and I’ll tell you everything you wanna hear?”

Too overcome to speak, Alex nods. Maggie leans forward to kiss her back.

“I’m in love with you, Alex Danvers,” Maggie tells her as Alex keeps dancing, as Alex keeps grinding her ass down into Maggie’s lap.

Alex grips Maggie’s hand tighter, and Maggie smiles.

“I’m in love with the way you think, the way you look at the world. I’m in love with… fuck, Alex, that, I’m in love with the way you do that.”

Alex gasps out a proud, pleased giggle, and Maggie doesn’t know if she can do this anymore without being able to see her fiancee’s face.

“Ally, can we… I wanna continue, but can… I wanna see your face.”

Alex stands and turns immediately, her eyes shining.

“Take me to bed then, Detective,” she offers, and Maggie stands to kiss her, to lift up under her thighs, to carry her to bed with Alex’s legs wrapped around her waist and Alex’s hands lost in her hair.

She lays her down gently and she lays her down perfectly. She fingers the tie holding her robe together.

“May I?” she asks. “I want to see your gorgeous body.”

“I love you,” is Alex’s answer, and Maggie kisses her stomach as she unties her robe and lets it pool back around her. Alex goes to sit up so she can take it off entirely, but Maggie shakes her head.

“You can leave it like that. Just… open like that for me. If that’s okay.”

But Alex’s breath had hitched so hard when Maggie told her she wanted it open for her that Maggie knows it’s more than okay before the words are even out of her mouth.

“You like that, do you, Danvers?” she murmurs as she presses kisses up her stomach toward her bare chest.

Alex gasps and arches her body toward Maggie’s mouth.

“Be a good girl and use your words for me,” Maggie whispers between worshipful kisses.

“I do,” Alex complies breathlessly, and Maggie smiles into her breasts.

“Good. Now where was I?”

She takes one of Alex’s nipples between her lips and flicks her tongue, lacing her fingers with Alex’s above the sheets.

Alex screams. Maggie’s smile grows.

“Mmmm, I think I was telling you things I love about you. Things I’m in love with about you. Do you want to hear more, babygirl?”

She looks up at Alex’s face even as she occupies her mouth with Alex’s nipple, and Alex nods desperately.

“Good girl,” Maggie affirms, and Alex arches her hips. Maggie grins and shifts her weight to her free arm so she can slip one of her legs between Alex’s.

Alex whimpers and arches her hips needily.

Maggie grinds down.

“I love when you show me what you want, Ally,” she murmurs into Alex’s collarbone.

“Mags,” is all Alex can manage, but it’s all Maggie needs. She pulls back to watch her face, to make sure she’s all green lights.

She is.

“I’m in love with the way you work in the lab. I’m in love with your dedication. I’m in love the fact that you’re both a doctor and a soldier.”

Alex writhes harder and Maggie shifts to kiss her neck, to lick her earlobe.

“I’m in love with the way you scream and scrape down my back when I do this,” she whispers hotly into her ear just as she grinds down with her thigh the way she knows drives Alex crazy.

And sure enough, Alex screams, and Alex drags her nails down Maggie’s back. She hastily sits up to tear her shirt off. Alex whines at the loss of contact until she realizes what Maggie’s doing.

Then, she helps.

Free of her shirt and her bra, Maggie turns her attention back to the woman underneath her.

“I’m in love with your fire, and I’m in love with your drive,” Maggie says into Alex’s mouth, her jawline, her throat. “I’m in love with the way you light up when you have an idea, and I’m in love with the way you laugh.”

She kisses her way back up to Alex’s mouth and laces their fingers back together. “This okay?” she asks, positioning Alex’s trapped hand beside her head.

Alex gasps and eagerly brings her other hand up for Maggie to take, for Maggie to hold down.

Maggie shudders with need.

“Take it, Maggie. Take what you need,” Alex manages to whisper, and Maggie nearly comes just from that.

“Ally,” she moans, lowering her forehead to Alex’s lips, shaking and completely overcome. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Maggie Sawyer.” Alex kisses her forehead. “I love you so damn much.”

“Good girl,” Maggie manages. “And one more thing I’m in love with?” she gasps raggedly, because she knows she’s not going to be able to be coherent much longer. She raises her head, because she needs to see Alex’s perfect eyes for this.

Alex nods, hips arching and entire body writhing with need.

“I’m in love with the way you come for me,” Maggie whispers, and it throws both of them over the edge.

Alex comes all over Maggie’s jeans, and their lips on each other’s lips is the only anchor they both have to the earth.

“I love you,” they whisper at the same time as they both shudder through their waves, holding each other’s hands tightly.

“I love you so damn much.”