656. Chapter 656

Gideon tries to tell them that they might want to exercise caution when engaging in intimate activities in the armory of a ship that isn’t theirs.

Alex tries to tell Gideon where she can shove her advice, but Maggie drowns her rudeness with her lips.

“Fuck,” Alex rolls her hips helplessly, and Maggie can’t help but agree.

“Futuristic weapons on a time machine? Glad to know what gets you off most effectively, Danvers,” Maggie teases as she works her fingers beneath her jeans, as she works her lips down her throat.

Alex pulls back and Maggie stills with caution, but Alex just grins wickedly and spins them around, so Maggie is the one with her back against the cold metal wall of Sara Lance’s ship.

“You,” she corrects, with lust in her voice and love in her eyes. “You get me off most effectively, Sawyer.”

And Maggie, now, is the one writhing, the one desperately melting under her wife’s hands, her wife’s lips, her wife’s teeth and tongue and short, hot breath in her ear.

“And you’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Mags? In this room full of futuristic weapons on a time machine?”

“Mmm, Danvers, you know I love when you talk dirty to me,” Maggie grins headily, and Alex bites her lip as she looks around them.

“Looks like that one has a positronic base, probably used to destabilize the core of more advanced weapons,” Alex husks into her ear, and Maggie moans helplessly.

“You can tell that by looking at it?” she asks, and Alex chuckles mercilessly as she nips at her neck.

“You can tell what a suspect’s gonna do just by looking at him, I’d say that’s pretty sexy, too, Sawyer,” she murmurs, and Maggie scrapes at her back to bring her body closer, closer, closer.

“More, Alex,” she begs, and there’s that chuckle again, and just when her knees are about to give out, Alex braces her body with her thigh between her legs, with one arm wrapped tight around her waist.

“More of this,” she grinds into her, hard. “Or more of this?” she licks at Maggie’s ear lobe, and Maggie tosses her head back, but Alex’s hand is already there, already protecting her.

“Both?” she asks, desperate and destroyed, in all the best ways, by the feel of Alex’s body, the sound of Alex’s voice.

And now by… the sound of… Sara Lance’s?

“Well, I’ve gotta say this isn’t what I had in mind when I said I’d give you both a tour, but I’ve also gotta say I’m not upset about it.”

Alex squeaks a little and Maggie swallows a groan of frustration, of need, of heat, as she and Alex somehow disentangle.

“No need to stop on my account,” Sara smirks, her pupils dilating and her lips moist and parted just so.

“Sorry,” Alex murmurs as she zips up her jeans and tries in vain to make her hair somewhat presentable.

“I… your ship is… cool.”

Sara laughs deep in the back of her throat. “You sound like your tech guy. Winn, right? It’s cute.”

Maggie didn’t think her wife could get any redder, but Rao, apparently she can, because she does.

“Can we make it up to you, Sara? A tour of the DEO, back on our Earth?” Maggie offers, and Alex nods, because J’onn grumbles about it, but she knows how much he secretly loves adopting more children.

“I’d absolutely love that,” Sara grins, and even though Kara is nowhere within earshot, Alex can practically hear her rolling her eyes and muttering to herself about the curse of superhearing and x-ray vision.