764. Chapter 764

"Who can afford haircuts in college?” she shrugs when Alex expresses surprise about Maggie’s skill with a pair of scissors.

“Or after, for that matter,” she murmurs, and Alex kisses her temple.

“Did you cut all the gay girls’ hair, Mags?” she flirts, but she stiffens when Maggie laughs and nods.

“That’s actually exactly what I did. Wait – oh, babe, are you jealous?”

Alex pffts. “What? No! You were in college! So you cut other girls’ hair. So what? We’re together. I’m not jealous. Pfft. No.”

Maggie tilts her head, barely containing a smile that means she knows her girlfriend better than that.

Alex relents quickly. “Fine. Maybe it’s not rational, but yeah. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”

Maggie’s head tilt only increases, in time with the mischievous glint in her eyes. She checks for consent with her hands, and Alex nods almost imperceptibly, giving Maggie permission to climb onto her lap and straddle her.

As she does, she weaves her fingers through Alex’s hair, with the thoughtful intensity of a hairdresser and the seductive intensity of a girlfriend.

“Do you want me to do your hair, baby?” she asks, promise after promise layered in her voice.

Alex nods wordlessly, because somehow her words are all caught in her throat. Maggie, on top of her. Maggie, running her hands through her hair. Neither unusual anymore, something Alex is still getting used to. Being happy.

And now, Maggie offering to shape how Alex is seen out in the world? That intimacy, that trust?

Alex can barely breathe.

For months, she laughs and blushes when Winn comments that Maggie’s even making Alex’s hair gayer; “it keeps getting less and less straight, Alex,” he smirks, and though she playfully swats him on the shoulder, his comment pleases her more than he can understand.

And when Eliza sees her new styles and raises a knowing eyebrow, the blushing only continues, and she thanks Maggie that night with a long, long demonstration of a newfound skill set of her own.

It’s the latest thing that Maggie does to her hair, though, that gets the biggest reaction from people.

They talk about it for weeks before Maggie feels like she has enough enthusiastic consent from Alex to go for it; and god, is it erotic and intimate and sensual and everything in between when she does.

Shaving one side of Alex’s head, and angling her hair just so on the other side? Alex cries while Maggie cuts it, because it’s…

“It’s perfect, Mags,” she whispers, and Maggie just beams at her former girlfriend, now fiancee.

“You’re perfect, Danvers. Perfectly gay.”

They don’t stop laughing for hours, and Rao, does it feel amazing.