593. Chapter 593

Maggie had said she wanted to hit the town, because, if they were being honest, Alex needed it.

Alex needed it because Alex needed her sister, but couldn’t have her right now.

So Maggie told her to wear something nice.

Again.

And she did.

She’d relished the way Maggie’s mouth went dry and the way she’d stammered over her words when her eyes found Alex’s choker.

“See something you like, Sawyer?” she’d asked, feigning like she wasn’t having coherency problems of her own, caused largely by Maggie’s lipstick and the thought of getting it all over her body.

“Always, Danvers,” Maggie had answered.

She’d taken them to the bowling alley, and it turned out she was nearly as bad at bowling as she was at pool.

Alex teased her about getting bumpers for the gutter, and Alex pulled Maggie’s hips in close to hers, and Alex whispered something about her mind being in the gutter.

And then they’d gotten the call.

“From now on, I only do date night in tactical gear,” she protests while Maggie drives, and Maggie grimaces.

Grimaces because Alex has a point, and not even about the possibility of dying at any moment and the practical need to have some kevlar in a situation like this.

No, that’s not it.

Alex has a point because, as hard as it would be to focus on safely navigating them through a high-speed car chase with her girlfriend leaning, in full tactical gear, out the window to shoot, at least Alex doing things like shooting out the car window in tactical gear was something Maggie was used to.

But this?

Alex dolled up for a date?

Alex, in that choker?

Alex, dolled up for a date, in that choker, leaning out the window like she’s invincible, completely trusting Maggie to keep them on course, to keep them safe, at 80 miles an hour on a very not-open road?

Maggie’s body was not prepared for that.

So she grimaces and she focuses – hard – because focus is something she needs right now.

Because she really can’t afford to be thinking, right now, about the things she wants to do to Alex.

About the things she wants Alex to do to her.

She saves all that until they get home.

Until they get home, when Alex has seemed to forget all about Maggie’s lipstick and her own choker and their date night and the concept of romance generally.

Because Alex has pulled back.

Again.

Because Alex has retreated into worrying about Kara territory, again.

And Maggie understands. She does.

But she also wants her.

God, does she want her.

Her in that choker, her in that outfit, her with her bravery and her faith and her anger and her dedication.

Her with her ability to joke about tactical gear and date night when they can be blown out of their car at any moment.

“Alex,” she rasps, and when Alex lifts her eyes to meet Maggie’s, something sparks.

Like maybe Alex, now, can feel it, too.

Maggie’s raw want.

Her emotional patience combined with her raw sexual frustration that Alex has been so distracted, lately. Too distracted, too upset, to do any of the things that are on Maggie’s mind right now.

“You look so beautiful,” is all she can whisper, and Alex’s breath hitches.

Her pupils dilate. Her tongue wets her lips.

“So do you.” She says it like she’s praying, and Maggie thinks that maybe she is.

“You can say no – you know you can always say no – but I want you, Alex.”

Because the sight of her in that choker has her purely and utterly wrecked, and she needs… god, she needs so much.

Reassurance. Intimacy.

Alex writhing under her and screaming her name.

“I want you, too,” Alex whispers, but there’s hesitation in her eyes.

Maggie tilts her head. Alex smiles.

“Not sex? Not tonight. I… I did, want to. But now, I just… can we just… I wanna kiss you. Can we just… can we kiss?”

“Come here,” Maggie welcomes, and Alex crawls into her lap eagerly.

They start slow, all lips and all tentative and all gentle.

Maggie’s hands roam from Alex’s waist to her face to her arms to her ass.

Alex grinds down into her lap, and Maggie’s hips arch up of their own accord.

They both smile into the kiss, and they both go to deepen it at the same time.

Maggie moans softly into Alex’s mouth as her tongue brushes Maggie’s lips, seeking and retrieving entry.

Alex gasps at the heat in Maggie’s response, at the way Maggie’s tongue caresses hers, at the way Maggie’s teeth gently swipe at her bottom lip.

“Danvers,” Maggie whimpers, and Alex shifts off her lap quickly.

Too quickly.

Maggie looks up in dazed confusion.

Alex holds out her hands.

“Come to bed,” she said, and Maggie tilts her head.

“We don’t have to, babe, you said you weren’t in the mood to – “

“I’m not. But I want to… I want to take your clothes off. I want you to take mine off. And I want to keep kissing you. But closer. I wanna be so close to you.”

“Alex,” Maggie whispers as she stands, as she kisses Alex all the way back to her bed. To their bed.

“Undress me?” Alex asks, and Maggie does.

Slow and reverent and worshipful, she kisses every newly-exposed inch of Alex’s skin, gasping softly at the revelation that is her naked body, eyes hungry and loving, like she knows Alex by heart and like she’s seeing her for the first time.

Alex nearly cries.

She doesn’t, because it’s Maggie’s turn.

Maggie’s turn to feel revered, worshiped, cherished. Loved.

She takes her time stripping Maggie of her clothes, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every part of Maggie’s body.

Including the parts that always tickle her.

She revels in Maggie’s shrieks, in her giggles, in the way she tugs at Alex to never, ever stop.

“I love you,” she murmurs when they’re finally laying skin to skin, interlaced in each other’s arms, kissing slow and steady and soft.

“I love you too, Alex Danvers,” Maggie promises back, her lips traveling briefly down Alex’s jawline to her throat before coming up again to meet her mouth, heated and passionate and open.

They interlace their left hands – the touching of their rings sending an extra surge of awe for the other through both of their bodies – on top of the covers as they fall asleep, their limbs intertwined, their bodies flush against each other.

And for a moment – a long, peaceful moment that lasts all night – they’re all that exists in the world, and everything is absolutely perfect.