637. Chapter 637

The first time she tugs Alex into her lap, it’s because Alex is in that dress and Alex backed her into the couch with the force of her kiss and Maggie is breathless and she needs more contact, and she pulls away only to ask, and Alex pulls away only to say yes, and suddenly they’ve discovered a whole new way to be… close.

The second time Alex is in her lap, they’re making room for Kara on the couch, so Alex swings her legs onto Maggie’s thighs. Neither of them think about it for a beat, until their eyes connect, until their hearts leap.

“This okay?” Alex asks, and Maggie beams.

“Yeah,” she whispers, and Kara smiles at the way their heartbeats are increasing in unison.

The first time Maggie sits in Alex’s lap, it’s to straddle her while they kiss, to keep their bodies flush against each other, because they can never possibly get close enough, because even stripped naked and skin to skin isn’t close enough, intimate enough, for them.

The second time Maggie’s in Alex’s lap, it’s been a long day at the precinct – far too long – and she’s curled up on the couch by the time Alex gets home. She pokes her head up groggily when she hears Alex’s key scrape the lock, and when Alex kicks off her boots, puts down her gun, and tugs off her jacket, she sits in the spot where Maggie’s arms had been cushioning her head, Alex’s thighs now serving as her pillow, her fingers running through her hair and easing her back into a peaceful sleep.

The most peaceful sleep she’s ever had.

It becomes routine, then.

Lap dances and lap sobs; straddling while making out and curling up together during Game Night.

Maggie curled in Alex’s lap, sobbing as Alex kisses her face, her hair, after everything with… him. With the tank. Because Maggie almost lost her. Almost.

Alex cradled in Maggie’s lap, sobbing as Maggie whispers soft affirmations in her ear, rubbing her back and letting her clutch onto her shirt, after her sister had almost died. Again. Almost.

Maggie with Alex’s thighs as her chair and her stomach as her backrest during Game Night, Alex’s arms her anchor and her seat belt and her everything as she laughs with James and trash talks with Winn and teams up with Lena and Alex to make Kara blush.

Alex with Maggie’s body as her home during Movie Night, Maggie holding her and soothing her – subtly, of course, subtly, because none of the others, save Kara, can know that big bad Alex Danvers absolutely hates horror movies, that she needs Maggie’s kisses on the nape of her neck and Kara’s hand holding hers under the blanket the three of them are wrapped in to keep from flinching away from the screen.

When they honeymoon in Aricebo, Maggie curls up in Alex’s lap as they watch the sunset and watch the clearest night sky either of them have ever seen bathe their faces, their eyes, in soft starlight.

When they go visit Eliza in Midvale, Alex crawls into Maggie’s lap as they watch Kara carry Lena deep into the ocean, holding each other while the sun sets on another perfect, perfect day.

When they take their first dog to the park along the waterfront in National City, Alex plays with Maggie’s hair while Maggie sits in her lap to watch Gertrude navigate the social scene of the dog park.

And when they drive Maggie’s pickup way out into the desert, Alex settles deep into Maggie’s lap as they sit in the pile of pillows and the mattress they loaded into the back, the better to sleep in, the better to watch the meteor shower in.

“Never let me go?” Maggie whispers, Gertrude at her feet and Alex’s arms around her waist.

She smiles and sighs happily as Alex kisses the back of her head, her hair, her shoulders, her ears.

“Never,” she promises with a smile, because she won’t.