601. Chapter 601
It’s not the first time this week that Alex has come home with a raging headache.
“I’m fine,” she insists, like she insists every other time.
She still chooses wine with dinner. She doesn’t have a glass of water alongside it. She doesn’t take a glass of water to her bedside.
Maggie tilts her head and sighs.
“Danvers,” she asks as Alex lays out on the couch, irritably watching nothing at all on TV, squinting like if she tries hard enough, she could force her headache away.
“Mm?”
“When was the last time you drank water?”
“Huh?” Alex shifts on the couch to look at Maggie like she just asked what color the sky is. “Uh… I… I drink water!” she sits up. “I do!”
Maggie nods, fighting down her smile as she strides to the couch, picking up Alex’s legs and putting them back down on her lap as she sits. “Uh huh. When?”
“When I…” Alex thinks and Maggie tries not to laugh at her adorable, headstrong DEO agent.
“When someone shoves water into your hands, right?”
Alex scowls. “You saying these headaches are my fault?”
Maggie shakes her head. “I’m saying water is your friend, Danvers. I mean come on, you love the ocean, right?”
“The saline content of ocean water wouldn’t – “
Maggie groans as she gets back up. Alex whines at the sudden loss of pillow for her legs as Maggie strolls into the kitchen. “Not my point, Danvers. My point is, we need to get you hydrating yourself more consistently.”
“It’s annoying,” Alex whines petulantly, and Maggie relishes the way that Alex doesn’t want anyone at work to know she’s capable of crying, but she feels safe enough, loved enough, cherished enough, to whine like a child at the prospect of drinking a glass of water, at home with her fiancee.
Maggie swallows her smile and turns to face Alex, glass of water in hand, eyes suddenly made only for the bedroom.
“I’m sure I can find a way to make it the opposite of annoying, Danvers,” she seduces, and Alex stands and gulps and walks over to Maggie like she’s hypnotized.
“Can you?” she asks, her throat suddenly dry in a way that has nothing to do with her lack of hydration.
“Come find out,” Maggie walks backward toward their bedroom, never taking her eyes off Alex’s face.
Alex stumbles as she crosses the kitchen, and Maggie sloshes water on herself as she lurches forward to make sure Alex doesn’t hurt herself.
“You’re wearing my water, Sawyer,” Alex observes with a grin.
Maggie doesn’t miss a beat. She presses the half-full glass into Alex’s hands and strips her damp sleeping henley off and tosses it on the floor.
“Now your water has nowhere to go but your mouth,” she grins smugly, victoriously, satisfied with her foolproof plan.
“Is that so?” Alex counters, and before Maggie can move, she dumps the rest of the glass on her hair.
Maggie shrieks and giggles and squirms and runs to the sink, grabbing her own glass.
“No no no, not my Flash pajamas,” Alex backs up, looking down at her red onesie that she would rather murder Barry Allen than admit that she owned.
“Better off than on,” Maggie grins, but she doesn’t continue until she knows Alex is consenting. When Alex leans over to counter to spray water from the sink onto Maggie, though, she knows the fight is on, and anything and everything is fair game.
Maggie shrieks again and Alex giggles maniacally, another secret she would kill to protect.
And Maggie will protect it – the fact that Alex Danvers is capable of giggling like this – but she can’t say the same for Alex’s Flash pjs.
Because in a moment, they’re as wet as Maggie’s hair, as cold as the water from the tap.
“Now I’m colddd,” Alex pouts – another secret Maggie will protect with her life – and Alex takes advantage of Maggie’s moment of sympathy to spray her with another blast from the sink.
“Cheating!” Maggie yelps. “No pouting allowed, Danvers!”
“Oh, I think everything’s allowed, Sawyer,” Alex winks, and they’re both drenched – along with the kitchen floor, counter tops, the back of the couch, and most of the cabinets – and breathless within minutes.
Alex swears she won the water war, but she concedes to drink two entire glasses, which, sure enough, clear up her headache, though she’s loathe to admit it.
They don’t bother drying the apartment – it can wait until morning – but they take their sweet time drying each other’s now naked bodies with the softest towels they have and the softest touches they can give.
They fall asleep still reliving their antics, still laughing lightly in each other’s arms, their limbs entwined and their heart beats thrumming together.
When there’s a loud slip and crash in their kitchen the next morning, neither of them are alarmed, but both of them are very apologetic.
“Sorry Kara!”
“Blame your sister, Kid Danvers!”
They try to talk their way around explaining why the apartment is soaked, and they utterly fail.
Kara smiles anyway, because Alex might think it’s a secret that she giggles and pouts and whines and wears Flash onesies, but she knows her sister.
And Rao, does she love how happy she is.