711. Chapter 711

“I don’t want to go back to work,” Alex had whispered, her body still drenched from the rain, her forehead still pressed against Maggie’s, her lips, her entire body, still buzzing from that kiss, that kiss, that kiss.

“Neither do I,” Maggie admits, looking up into Alex’s eyes and trying, desperately, to remember how to breathe.

They both startle apart, though, when both their dogs leap onto their legs, pleading for just some of the attention the women have been giving to each other’s lips.

They both giggle awkwardly, heavily, as they break apart, both settling onto their haunches to comfort Gertrude and Spot.

“Don’t worry, Spotty, Mommy still loves you,” Maggie coos, and Alex nearly swoons, hearing the word love slip out over this woman’s tongue.

She chastises herself, because it’s too soon, too soon, too… but that kiss hadn’t felt like anything she’d ever…

“I gotta get back to the precinct, Danvers,” Maggie’s apologetic voice takes Alex out of her swirl of thoughts. “But… you said a second date?”

“Please?” Alex asks, not caring at this particular moment if she sounds pathetic, if she sounds needy. Because Maggie’s lips had opened for her tongue, and she’d sighed just as deeply as Alex had into their kiss, and her eyes were…

“I know, Gertrude, I know sweetie,” Alex laughs, because Gertrude is yipping for more of her attention. She nuzzles her pup, knowing full well that Maggie’s eyes are on her, that she’s reading her body like a book, and Rao, does she want her to.

“Absolutely. Something… a little more private this time?” Maggie suggests. “Not that I don’t love our current company,” she grins, rubbing her face against Spot’s enthusiastically, and Alex laughs at her abandon.

“I think I can come up with something along those lines,” Alex licks her lips, trying to sound seductive, hopeful, instead of terribly nervous.

Instead of sounding like she’s immediately going to drag her sister into the closest available supply closet back at the DEO and interrogate her about what the hell she could possibly do for a date that would be worthy of this amazing woman.

Because that’s exactly what she does.

“Alex, you’re amazing too,” Kara reminds her, though she’s smiling from ear to ear at her mess of a sister, pacing the supply closet with wide eyes and still slightly swollen lips and still sopping wet hair.

Alex waves her away. “That’s not the point,” she rambles, running her hand through her hair and wiping it absently on her jeans. “I just… she’s incredible, Kara. Did you know she made detective faster than anyone ever has in this city? Not that she said it that way, I mean, just based on her age and the year she said she graduated college and – “

“Alex – “

“Rambling, right,” Alex runs both her hands through her hair this time and wipes them on Kara’s sweater, this time. Kara scoffs but sighs, because she hasn’t seen Alex this happy in… well, ever. “I just… will you help me plan our second date, Kar? I have ideas, but I want to make sure they’re good enough, and – “

“Hey, Alex,” Kara puts her hands on her sister’s shoulders, steadying her, ignoring that she’s still soaking wet from the rain. “Of course I’ll help you. That’s what sisters are for, okay?”

“Promise?” Alex makes sure, and Kara just beams.

“Promise. And hey, your phone just went off. Might be your lady,” Kara grins, and Alex practically squeaks in her haste to grab at her phone, nearly fumbling it, thanking Rao that her sister is a Kryptonian with a reaction time just as good as the Flash’s.

“It’s Maggie!” Alex exclaims, and Kara giggles.

“Of course it is. What’s she say?”

“’Hey Danvers. Just wanted to make sure you got back to the office okay and that Gertrude’s okay from her little rain scare.’ Oh my god, Kara, look how sweet she is! I told you about how she wrapped Gertrude in her jacket during the rain, right? Is it possible for someone to be perfect? Or for someone to be in love this fast? ‘If you’re still down for that second date’ – pfft, like I wouldn’t be – ‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world.’ Which is saying a lot, you know, because she’s a cop. ‘Anyway. I’m gonna stop before I ramble. xx’. XX Kara! Look! She sent me kisses! Or is xx hugs? Or… holy crap, you see what I mean? This date needs to be perfect!”

“And it will be, Alex. Because you’ll be on it,” Kara assures her, and Alex squeals as she reads the text again, and again, and again.