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"Can we get some cutters here please?" Maggie asks for the tool the second she sees the obscured door. She turns to OA, who, on hearing her request, crosses the abandoned warehouse in about 2 seconds, and adds, "Help me move this."
He does.
And damn.
His muscles contort with effort, and Maggie watches, mesmerised, as he lifts the entire door and moves it out of the way.
She can't help saying that very word as it escapes her mouth, OA turning and giving her a sly grin before turning back to the door and reefing the rest out of the way. She passes him the cutters and he doesn't even flinch, breaking the lock with ease and then pulling open the second door.
It's not the first time she's noticed his strength recently. Last week he'd picked a suspect up by the shirt, his legs dangling off the ground as OA demanded information about a bomb. Maggie knew her heart rate had shot up as she'd watched it, but had done a good job of hiding it. Yesterday, OA had been training at the JOC rather than at his house, because, as he claimed, every time he wanted to train at home she was there, and they usually ended up doing a very different physical activity.
Maggie had been hard pressed not to jump him then and there. He'd been wearing a tight tank shirt, but it had clung to his chest so tightly he might as well have taken it off, and Maggie knew he'd noticed this when he looks up and sees her staring at him. She's lucky no one else had been near by, as OA winks at her and continues lifting the weight bar.
Today, it's the way he's lifted the door like it weighs absolutely nothing. Maggie follows him in to the room, silently, bright red with embarrassment. She's easily embarrassed, OA is learning. Unfortunately, they're not alone, and they're mic'd up. If anyone else heard her say 'damn', it could be written off, but nothing else, and Maggie has to bite her lip something chronic to swallow whatever she'd intended to say.
OA flexing his strength is hot. Hotter than she'd ever realised. Hot enough to make her blush when she should be focusing on a murder case. To his credit, OA doesn't tease her then, just pecks her cheek and guides her out of the room, gun trained to shoot anything that comes within an mile of her. They haven't been together long, only about 2 months, but OA has been even more protective than usual ever since.
Maggie finds it more attractive than she'd care to admit.
Jubal eventually calls them back to the JOC on lack of evidence, and Maggie gets into the drivers side nervously, wondering what he's going to say. When OA gets in, he pulls out his comm and Maggie braces herself for what he's going to say. "So.....you have a strength kink?" OA teases. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Maggie drops her head in her hands and blushes a deep crimson. She's 30 years old, OA shouldn't be making her blush like a 16 year old girl. "No I do not!" She protests. "I just....you, I..." She trails off. OA is the only person that can render her speechless. "I rarely see you lift things that are so heavy."
"If I'd known you found it attractive, I would've done it a long time ago." OA winks at her. They pull up to a light and she buries her head in her hands. "But I didn't realise until today that you do this a bit."
"Can we not talk about this?" Maggie begs. "I didn't mean to-"
"Oh no." OA shakes his head, still grinning. "That explains the other night."
She had hoped he wouldn't bring that up. They'd come home from a date to her house, which OA had been spending considerable amounts of time at. Maggie had barely tossed her coat before OA's lips had found hers, pressing her against the closed door roughly. They were both slightly drunk, and very quickly Maggie knew she'd been a mess as he'd sucked the hollow crook of her neck, leaving purple marks in his wake.
That alone had been enough to send her spiralling, but then OA had hauled her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
And God. She'd nearly come undone just by that.
She'd seen it in movies, knew people could do it, but OA doing it? Watching the taught muscle on his back ripple as he moved, feeling the warmth of his chest as he carried her to her room, that had had caused her eyes to roll back into her head.
OA hadn't said a thing then, had simply continued carrying her, and she admits to being disappointed when he did finally deposit her onto her bed. She loved feeling safe and protected, and OA never failed to do both of those things.
"I was wondering what I'd done to make you that excited that quick." OA teases in a low tone, fingers dancing on her thigh.
"I'm sorry!" Maggie flushes with embarrassment. "I just don't get how you can be so strong. I like it."
"Don't be ridiculous." OA says gently, though he's still got that teasing glint in his eye. Maggie parks in the JOC before he can say anything else, eager to get inside and move on with the case and away from this terrible conversation.
"I'm not being ridiculous." Maggie defends herself.
"Oh, yes you are darling." He winks at her. Then, as she's huffing in annoyance and they're walking inside, before she's got a second to process what has happened, OA has picked her up and they're in that same position. OA looks like he's lifting a feather, and she's wrapped around him again. She wonders why he would risk another of their coworkers seeing them like this, but then he continues walking towards the card locked door and she forgets her concerns, his deep brown eyes and the way he's carrying her so easily all she can think of.
That, and the fact that he knows she's got a strength kink. Her face is crimson and he smiles up at her.
"You don't have to apologise, Maggie." OA says softly. "I love everything about you."
"I love you too." She grumbles, still embarrassed, though she feels slightly better now, because he's not upset. And he said he loves her, and that makes her insides turn to mush and her brain malfunction.
"And all your weird kinks." OA adds. "Even the adorable ones."
"OA!" Maggie whines, slapping his arm. OA chuckles and gives her a kiss. She lightly swats him on the chest before leaning in for a deeper kiss. She moans at the feeling of his mouth moving so expertly against hers.
"That's my girl." OA murmurs. They both know they could get caught like this, but OA holding her the way he is clouds her judgement, and she doesn't tell him to put her down like they both know she should. When they finally get to their level, OA carefully deposits her back onto solid ground and places a gentle kiss just behind her ear.
"I'll hold you whenever you'll let me." He promises.
It's one he keeps.