718. Chapter 718

She paces and worries her hands and sweats and has to call Kara more than once to talk her down from a complete panic attack.

By the time Maggie knocks on the door, armed with pizza and beer and flowers for their first Netflix and chill night, Alex doesn’t think her heart can take any more tension, any more nerves.

She reminds herself irritably that she’s saved the world multiple times, but oddly, it doesn’t help.

She starts spluttering all her thoughts, all her fears, before Maggie can even kiss her hello, offer her flowers, or kick off her boots.

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” she paces in front of Maggie, and Maggie doesn’t take her gaze from Alex’s face even as she sets down everything she’s brought quietly. “I want you. Sexually. I mean, I want to have sex with you. Tonight.”

Maggie has to bite her lip to keep from smiling, to keep from cheering.

Instead, she tilts her head and narrows her eyes slightly, because Alex is even more nervous than she is, and god, she didn’t think it was possible for a human being to be even more nervous than she was right now.

“But?” she asks, Alex’s nerves somehow calming her own.

“But,” Alex repeats, still pacing, still wringing her hands together. “I’m weird. About sex. Or like… about climaxing. Orgasming. God, that sounds so clinical. Sorry. I… I told you. I’ve never liked being intimate. But I… I like it. With you. Which is totally mind blowing. I mean, you’re totally mind blowing. But I think if we go all the way… god, what, am I fifteen years old? I think I’ll just weird you out. Because I like the build up – the kissing and the touching and all… all that… But once I… you know… get there… god, I’m terrible at this, feel free to break up with me at any time, I’d understand – “

“I’m not going anywhere, Alex.” Maggie’s voice is soft, but it’s firm, and it’s sure, and it gives Alex courage.

She stops pacing and takes Maggie’s hands into her own, forcing herself into looking Maggie in the eyes.

“You keep telling me that I deserve to get what I want. And… what I want, is sex with you. To share that intimacy with you. I mean, if you want to.”

“I do.”

“Good. Great. Excellent.”

“But?”

“But, I don’t want to be touched while I… or, really, after I…”

“Come?”

Alex’s blush is the sweetest thing Maggie’s ever seen. “Right.”

“Okay. That’s okay.” Maggie brings Alex’s hands to her lips and kisses her knuckles in turn. “May I ask a clarifying question?”

Alex nods with fearful tears in her eyes, but Maggie’s smile keeps her from panicking completely.

“When you say you don’t like to be touched after you come, does that mean you don’t want me to spend the night, or that I can stay but you just need space? Or something else? Any answer is completely okay. I’m only asking so I can give you the best experience I can, because…” Maggie’s blushing this time. “Because that’s what you deserve, Danvers.”

Alex gulps and they hold each other’s eyes for a long, long beat.

“I really like you, Maggie,” Alex splutters, breaking the silence and warming Maggie’s heart.

She leans forward on her tip toes, and Alex smiles as she leans forward, too, to meet Maggie’s offer of a kiss.

“I really like you too, Danvers.”

“Good. And I… if you want to stay the night… if that’s not too fast, I… I’d like that. I just… I just need space, otherwise it makes me feel really gross. I know it’s weird – “

“Hey, Alex, stop that. Please? It’s not weird. You’re not weird. I’m glad you told me what you need. That’s… it’s important, Alex. I always want you to do that. Plus,” she shrugs with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s sexy when you tell me what you want.”

Alex licks her lips at that. “Really now?” her voice drops several octaves, and they both completely forget all about the Netflix part of Netflix and chill.

“Fuck,” Alex tosses her head back as Maggie drags her tongue across her clit, long, long minutes of build up and check-ins and making out later. “Maggie, that’s… fuck,” she tangles her hands in Maggie’s hair, and writhes when she feels the vibrations of Maggie’s chuckle against her clit.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, sexy,” Maggie murmurs with a smile, and Alex stiffens. Maggie stops and looks up at her immediately.

“You’re enjoying too, right?” Alex panics, and Maggie crawls up her body, tracing kisses all the way up Alex’s naked torso.

“Absolutely, Danvers,” she promises, and Alex finds that she thoroughly believes her.

“Make sure you keep communicating with me, okay?” Maggie asks as she kisses Alex’s neck, slipping her thigh between her legs.

“You too,” Alex gasps, arching her hips up, trying to gain some friction against Maggie’s thigh through how soaked she’s made it.

She doesn’t start to come undone until she flips Maggie over, much to Maggie’s delight, riding her thigh with an abandon she didn’t know she could share with another person, and finding that god, she’s falling in love.

“Maggie, I – “

“Let go if you want to, Alex, it’s okay, I got you,” she tells her, hands on Alex’s hips, but gingerly, ready to let go when Alex needs her to.

And, sure enough, immediately after she rides out her waves, Alex shifts off of her, shaking and trembling.

“Did I hurt you?” Maggie asks, careful not to touch her, but her eyes wide with concern. She’d expected the lack of contact, but not the shaking.

“I’m selfish,” Alex whispers, and Maggie’s heart trembles.

“What? No you’re not, Danvers. Why… why would you say that?”

“Because I came and now I need my own space but you’re probably still really turned on so I’m selfish and – “

“Hey, whoa, slow down, babe. Please… please let yourself enjoy this, okay? I’m good, I am, I promise. If you want to continue later, hell, I won’t say no, but for now… I don’t know about you, Danvers, but I worked myself up an appetite. If I went to the kitchen to make us a massive snack plate and got us water, would that be okay?”

Alex’s eyes flood with tears, but her shaking has completely stopped, because she knew she really liked Maggie, but she never imagined anyone could be quite this perfect for her.

“Do you want help?” she offers, hoping her eyes are giving Maggie all the waves of gratitude she’s feeling.

“No,” Maggie smiles, “you rest here. I’ll come right back.”

“Please do,” Alex bites her lip, watching Maggie’s unabashedly naked body slip into Alex’s flannel with a mischievous wink as she pads into the kitchen in search of post-sex snacks.