770. Chapter 770

They’ve talked it through and Alex has done copious amounts of research – because of course she has – and now she’s laying naked underneath Maggie and whining in a way she’s never, ever done before.

“Maggie, I –” is all she can bring herself to articulate, and all Maggie does is raise a detached eyebrow.

“Nnn, Danvers, you’ve gotta wait, okay? Don’t come yet, babe.” Her tone is low and cool, and it drives Alex more out of her mind than she’d ever admit in public.

But for now, it drives her so out of her mind that it seems to join Maggie’s fingers inside her body, her palm on her clit, and pushes her over the edge.

She shudders around Maggie’s fingers and scrapes her nails down Maggie’s back. She screams her name and she whimpers as her entire body freezes with the tension, riding out her ecstasy until the bliss turns into hot tears.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing she says when words return to her, and then she says it over and over and over, a mantra that calls her back to earth and keeps her there, hard.

“Whoa, hey, Alex, what are you sorry for?”

Maggie wipes the damp strands of hair off Alex’s face and kisses her eyes, her forehead, her nose. Alex answers only by repeating her desperate apology, her eyes squeezed shut and her body still tense, but with fear, this time, instead of ecstatic release.

“Sweetie, hey, you did nothing wrong. Okay? I promise, you’re amazing. You did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for. Okay Alex? I’ve got you, I’m here.”

“But you told me not to come, and I did, I messed it all up, and now our night is ruined and –”

“Alex, no. No, no, babe, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetie, that’s not… Alex, you didn’t mess anything up, and you didn’t ruin anything. Hey. Hey, babe, can you open your eyes for me? Please, Alex? Can you do that for me, baby?”

Slowly, trembling, Alex opens her eyes. She won’t meet Maggie’s attentive gaze, but her breathing slows somewhat, and Maggie kisses her nose again.

“Alex,” she repeats, making her voice as soft, as loving, as she can. “We talked about this, sweetie. Remember? The literal point of me telling you not to come yet is to make things hotter for you. It’s literally to make you feel good, to make things even sexier for you. And apparently, that worked. And that’s amazing, Alex. You didn’t do it wrong, Alex: you did amazing. Okay? You did amazing, sweetie. I promise, okay? Feeling you come like that was so damn hot, I promise. Like… so. Damn. Hot. And more to the point, it was obviously hot for you, and that was literally the point. Right?”

“But I wanted to be good for you.” Alex’s voice is still small, but it’s calmer now, and Maggie thinks it might be safe to kiss her mouth. She waits for permission, and Alex closes the gap between their mouths.

“You were amazing for me, Alex. Feeling you come that hard? Seriously, Danvers, can you imagine anything that would be hotter for me?”

Alex finally looks up at Maggie’s eyes, and her eyes are glittering, now, but not with fear. Now, they’re glittering with something dangerous.

“Oh, I can think of some things,” she murmurs, and Maggie gulps.

It’s going to be a long and fantastic night.