604. Chapter 604

The sex is anything but routine, but it is… frequent enough to be something of a habit.

Because Alex has never really thought of herself as a sexual being, but now?

Now, she curls her body back into Maggie’s, pulls Maggie’s body back into hers, preening when Maggie kisses the back of her neck, moaning softly, sleepily, at the taste of Maggie’s skin when she does the same in reverse.

Now, she whines in disappointment when Maggie has to rush into the precinct without going down on her first.

Now, she writhes groggily and she buries her hands in Maggie’s hair as Maggie’s tongue drags across her clit, slips inside her body.

Now, she giggles as Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s half-dressed form, shirt still on from the night before, but shorts long-since abandoned.

Now, she sighs as sunlight traipses into the room as Maggie reaches across her body to lace their fingers together, both of them stopping to admire the way their rings look next to each other.

“I’m gonna be your wife,” Alex greets, her voice full of gravel from a night of not talking, because their morning language is more body than verbal, more action than words.

“Mmmm, that you are, Danvers,” Maggie murmurs into her skin. “Would you like your future wife to lick you until you come again, then?”

Alex giggles and blushes and writhes all at the same time.

Maggie giggles and flips herself on top of Alex and they kiss, noses and chins and cheeks and foreheads and lips.

“Yes please,” Alex prays with a soft smile, and Maggie kisses her mouth longer, softer, deeper, before venturing back down her body.

“May I?” she asks when her tongue skims the hem of Alex’s shirt, and Alex moans lazily, contentedly.

“Yes please,” she repeats, arching her body up so Maggie can tug her shirt off.

“You sure you wanna marry me, Danvers? Because god, your badassness, your kindness, your genius? With this body? You could have anyone you damn well please.”

Alex lets her head drop back onto her pillow – their pillow – and runs her fingertips through Maggie’s hair, over her shoulders, holding her hands.

“Lucky for you I have the only woman I want, then,” she breathes, and Maggie’s eyes well with tears.

“You getting soft on me, Sawyer?”

Maggie grins wickedly and kisses Alex’s navel. “Shush and spread your legs for me, Danvers.”

Alex bites her lip in feigned concern. “Pretty sure if I spread my legs for you, I won’t be able to shush, Detective,” she flirts.

Her seduction becomes a high-pitched shriek-giggle when Maggie tickles her sides, pressing kisses anywhere, everywhere.

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex tells her when they both finally stop giggling.

She tells her again when they make each other coffee. (”Doesn’t taste as good as you do.”)

When they make each other breakfast. (”Dry double toasted. Again. Gross.”)

When they help each other find their jackets, their boots, hastily shrugged off, kicked off, the night before, in their mad rush to be in each other’s arms. (”How did they get there?”)

As they leave her apartment – their apartment – hand in hand.

“I love you too, Alex Danvers. Forever,” Maggie reminds her before she sets off for the precinct, and Alex knows that her sister is the one with the superpowers, but she swears she floats the entire way to the DEO.