597. Chapter 597

In the end, none of them are quite sure whose idea it was.

For Alex and Sara to spar.

It might have been Oliver’s casual, “you can learn a lot from each other’s tactics,” or Sara’s “I’d love to get you on the mat, Danvers.”

It might have been Sara reminding Felicity to make sure the power is coming from her hips, and Felicity shyly asking Alex to show her; and the way Sara’s eyes meet Alex’s over Felicity’s shoulder.

It might have been Maggie leaning into Alex and whispering, “you know, babe, Queen has a point; you could learn a lot from each other’s… tactics.”

Either way, it’s all giving Dig a headache and Felicity a massive blush all over her cheeks, because Sara Lance is sparring with Alex Danvers and Kara is even redder than Felicity, Caitlin has no idea who to root for, and Cisco has his feet up, sharing popcorn with an extremely flustered Iris.

“Where’d you learn that, Danvers?” Sara asks the first time Alex lands her on her back.

Alex tosses her hair back and grins as she tugs Sara up by the forearm.

“In Geneva.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be all peaceful there?” Sara asks as she ducks Alex’s swing.

Alex’s eyes glisten.

“Not when you’re there to break up an Infernian crime ring.”

Her eyes catch Maggie’s at the mention of Infernians, and that’s the opening Sara needs.

“Dammit, Lance,” Alex wheezes. “Where’d you learn that?”

It’s Sara’s turn to grin.

“Nanda Parbat. The whole assassin thing, you know.”

Alex grunts acknowledgment as she sets herself.

Maggie, off to the side, jumps when a soft voice reaches her ear.

“My money’s on your girl, Detective,” J’onn says with a grin, and Maggie would normally smile.

She would normally smile and lean into him and maybe even get egged on enough by the twinkle in his eyes to whoop and cheer Alex on.

But her fiancee is sweating through her tank top, and Sara Lance moves like she’s made of the sexiest, strongest kind of fluid, and their eyes are locked in an even more intense battle than their bodies.

So her soon-to-be father-in-law is not exactly the person she wants to be talking to right now.

Because the women on the platform might be dripping with sweat, but Maggie is just… dripping.

She reddens and she stumbles over her words until she feels someone’s arm around her.

“Maggie, some popcorn?” Iris offers, both of them giving J’onn an apologetic smile as Iris tugs her away.

“Thank you,” Maggie murmurs, without taking her eyes off Alex and Sara. “I love J’onn, but right now – “

“Right now you wanna watch your fiancee and one of the hottest women on this or any other earth go at it,” Iris supplies with a small, wicked grin on her face.

“I – “ Maggie stammers, and Wally sidles up to them with a fistful of popcorn in his hand and an even more mischievous grin on his face.

“Don’t worry about it, Detective; Iris is a reporter, she’s trained to pick up on people’s, uh… cues.”

He winks and Maggie mock glares. “Yeah? Well then what’s your excuse?”

Wally bows slightly as crunches down on his popcorn. “I’ve secured the role of annoying little brother.”

Iris laughs and swats at him with a gentle hand, while Maggie’s eyes fall back on Alex.

On the way Alex has Sara face-down on her stomach, arm twisted behind her back, a victorious, almost lusty grin on her face.

Until Sara wraps her legs up around Alex’s waist and flips them both until she’s straddling her, hands clamped on her wrists and a matching grin all over her expression.

J’onn groans slightly and Kara furrows her brow.

Sara looks up to wink at a cheering Cisco – “I’m sorry, Alex, we’ve known her longer, Supergirl please don’t heat vision me!” – and Oliver opens his mouth to warn her.

He’s too late.

Dig chokes laughter into his fist as Alex takes advantage of Sara’s momentary distraction to gain the upper hand again.

“We gonna keep flipping each other over like this all night, Danvers?” Sara wants to know, and Maggie’s throat is so dry she needs to swallow several times before she can make words.

“If you are, at least let her fiancee join in,” Maggie calls.

Wally and Cisco choke on their popcorn; Felicity, Caitlin, and Iris cheer; Kara flies straight out of the room; and J’onn, Dig, and Oliver groan and file out after her like their brains will never be clean again.

“I’m game if you are,” Sara grins, and Alex has never been quite this disastrously gay.

“Breathe, Danvers, your sister will kill us if we kill you,” Wally reminds her as Iris tugs him out of the room.

“Enjoy yourselves,” she tosses over her shoulder, and as Sara wipes sweat from her brow, Alex licks her lips, and Maggie bites her own, all three of them have a feeling that they will.