653. Chapter 653

Alex practically bounces on the balls of her feet throughout the entire grand tour she gives Maggie of Eliza’s house in Midvale.

Her surfing equipment, taking up half the garage – always ready for her to use when she comes home, which she fully plans on doing in the morning – all the pictures of her that make Alex blush and that make Maggie hold her closer and kiss her all over her face.

“Oh, sweetie, that little vest and that little choker? You were such a tiny lesbian,” she teases softly as she peppers her face, her neck, with soft kisses that make Alex blush, that make Alex swoon, that make Kara distinctly look elsewhere and that make Eliza smile to see her daughter so well cared for, so thoroughly loved.

She gets somber as she shows Maggie some of Jeremiah’s old things.

The chair where she used to curl up in his lap when she was small.

The table where he helped her learn to read.

The spot on the roof where sometimes, he would crawl out of the girls’ bedroom window to stargaze with them after Eliza had gone to sleep.

Maggie holds her, then, too, and kisses her then, too.

“I love you,” she reminds her, and Alex melts into her arms.

“I love you too,” she returns, and her voice is lower than she intended it to be, but when she catches Maggie’s eyes wandering up and down her body, she doesn’t mind at all.

She’s spent a respectable amount of time fawning over Alex’s childhood posters and photos and books, after all.

She’s shown endless fascination with all things Alex, with all things little Alex, with all things about Alex’s life.

And now that they’re alone in her childhood bedroom, she doesn’t mind in the slightest that Maggie is showing interest in… other aspects… of her.

“Maggie, I used to sleep in here with Kara!” she teases as she shuts the door, and Maggie immediately backs off.

“No, no, hey, I was flirting, I… I don’t want you to stop,” Alex clarifies, and Maggie’s grin returns.

“I don’t see Kara here now,” she picks up where she left off.

“Well, she’s on all these pictures on the walls here,” Alex bites her bottom lip in mock innocence as she walks backward toward her bed and slips off her sweater.

“The only person I see is you,” Maggie murmurs, pausing only to make sure Alex nods eagerly before kissing her soundly.

Alex moans immediately into Maggie’s mouth, but she resists when Maggie goes to push her down onto the bed.

“I’m sorry – “ Maggie starts immediately, but Alex shakes her head.

“Oh, we’ll get to my bed. Just… reading nook first,” she bites her lip again, and Maggie practically growls at the sight.

Alex giggles as she pulls Maggie backward into her old reading nook, as Maggie braces one hand on a bookshelf behind Alex and holds her by the waist with her other.

“This good?” she confirms again, and Alex swoons at her concern.

“Please,” she affirms, and nearly drowns in Maggie’s kiss.

It’s open-mouthed and it’s hard and it’s fast and it’s full-body contact, because learning all these new parts of Alex has only been making Maggie feel closer to her, but somehow not close enough, never close enough.

Alex rolls her hips and tilts her head back helplessly as she opens her legs for Maggie’s thigh, gasping sharply in the beginnings of ecstasy before Maggie muffles the sound with her lips.

“Gotta be quiet, Danvers,” she grins wickedly, and of course it only serves to make Alex all the louder.

“Maggie,” she pleads, and Maggie takes pity on her.

“Bed?” she asks, because she knows she’s going to need every resource she has to muffle Alex’s screams, and she wants to make sure she’s pressed against something soft to do it.

“Yes please,” Alex pants, and Maggie taps her outer thighs and Alex automatically jumps slightly, giggling and moaning all at the same time at the way Maggie lifts her like she’s nothing and carries her over to her bed.

She lays her down gentle and she lays her down tender.

“You never made love with anyone in this bed?” she asks, even though she’s pretty sure she knows the answer.

Alex shakes her head, and Maggie kisses her eyes softly.

“We can stop whenever you want,” Maggie reminds her, and Alex shakes her head again.

“Then let’s never stop,” she whispers, pulling Maggie down by her collar for a soft, deep kiss.

It’s Maggie who moans this time, at the fullness of their connection, the depth of their kiss, the openness of Alex’s body underneath hers.

“Make love to me, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex whispers into her ear, and Maggie bites gently into Alex’s shoulder to keep from moaning her name.

Alex gasps out in pleasure, and Maggie raises her head immediately.

“Babe, shhhh,” she giggles, and Alex’s eyes are smoldering, and Maggie’s eyes are absolutely wrecked.

“Make me,” Alex tempts, so Maggie does.

Sometimes, with her lips, and sometimes, when Alex tells her she wants it, with her hand pressed gently over her mouth.

Alex asks for Maggie to keep her hand over her mouth while she’s going down on her, while she’s eating her out with a heady combination of raw enthusiasm and tenderness, and Alex squirms, ecstatic, pliant, wrecked, under Maggie’s diligent attention, the intentional swirls of her tongue and the deliberate curve of her fingers buried deep inside her.

They’re doing well enough at keeping quiet, so they’re both disoriented when a small scream hits their ears from the doorway.

“Kara!” Alex yells as Maggie hurriedly wipes her face on her own shoulder. Alex’s voice is tinged with irritation, but the next word out of her mouth is full of something else, something high pitched. Something mortified and somewhat panicked.

“Mom!”

“Well, it was bound to happen one day. I’m just glad it didn’t happen when you were a teenager. Dinner’s ready, girls. If you’re still hungry, that is, Maggie sweetie,” Eliza arches an eyebrow as she turns from her daughters and heads back down the stairs.

Whether Kara, Alex, or Maggie blushed harder is a topic of debate for years to come.