792. Chapter 792

Lucy shrieks when Maggie walks into their shared dorm the next morning, having spent the night in the star basketball captain’s single.

The moment Maggie walks through the door, she’s assaulted with pillows of all kinds. Like Lucy has been waiting there, for this exact moment.

“Tell. Me. Everything,” she insists with no prelude. Maggie rolls her eyes as she collects the pillows by her feet, and the two that had been flung out into the thankfully empty hall.

“I think she likes me,” she shrugs, and Lucy tosses her last reserve pillow Maggie’s way.

“Well no shit, Sherlock, she took you home.”

Maggie blushes – neither of them had known Maggie could blush – and babbles her way through an explanation that Alex was just being chivalrous, that the basketball star seems to like her, sure, but that it probably won’t go anywhere.

Her insistently buzzing phone gives her away.

Lucy snatches it from Maggie’s hands, waiting to look at it until Maggie blushes and smiles her consent.

“She misses you already,” Lucy reports, her hand smacking against her heart dramatically. “And, wait, there’s more. She’s typing, hold on. Oh shit. She can’t wait to see you again. Because last night was amazing. Damn, Sawyer, you’re holding out on me! And, oooh, do you have lunch plans? You most certainly do not! Alex motherheckin Danvers wants to date you, Mags. Okay okay, we need a plan, we need you the perfect outfit, we need –”

“Lucy, whoa, hold on. First, lemme see those texts. Also. Is it like… okay? To date my friend’s big sister? Like, what if it doesn’t work between us, or what if Kara feels weird about it, or –”

Just at that moment, Kara bursts through their door with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. “My sister’s found love with a woman I so thoroughly approve of!” she announces.

Lucy cheers as Maggie blushes. “Okay, fine, objections overruled. Um. Kara. Feel free to tell me if this is weird, but uh. Can you help me choose an outfit for a lunch date with your sister?”

And Kara definitely chooses right.

Because when Maggie shows up at the school’s courts to pick Alex up for lunch, Alex most definitely bounces the ball she was dribbling off her own toe and trips over her own feet when trying to pick it up.

“You’re early,” she jogs over, waving off her friends on the team as they holler and yell suggestive but playful greetings at Maggie.

“Sorry, is that okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have violated your practice space, I –”

“Whoa, hey, no, practice just wrapped up, you’re not interrupting anything. And the only thing you violated is my ability to function as a regular human being, because Maggie Sawyer, you um. You look incredible. I mean you always look incredible. I mean I know I only just met you yesterday but to be fair, we’ve spent most of last night looking pretty intensively at each other and um, so far, in my experience, you’ve always looked incredible, but –”

“Danvers.”

“Um. Sawyer?”

“I’m usually the one rambling around beautiful women.”

“Well.” Alex gulps and blushes at the compliment, shifting her basketball from one hip around her back to the other. “We can take turns, I figure. Um. Rambling.”

Maggie bites her lip and looks Alex up and down – one hand securing the basketball to her hip, the other with her thumb looped in the elastic of her basketball pants like it was a belt loop, her arms glistening with sweat and her chest still heaving somewhat from both her practice and her ramble.

“Good. I’ll uh. I’ll wait while you shower? It’ll give me something pleasant to think about.”

She blushes at her own words, and Alex – suave, aloof, effortlessly talented, lab genius and basketball captain extraordinaire Alex Danvers – once again trips over herself.

Her teammates laugh and cheer again, whooping up a storm from across the court, at the sight of their captain literally falling over a pretty girl.