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Alex analyses Maggie’s face in absolute awe as she brushes the hair out of Maggie’s face to see all of her features. The girl that had thrown her life the right way up, made her realise what it could be like to live an authentic life and then shattered her newly opened heart had just kissed her. The feeling of getting kissed by a girl, especially Maggie, was invigorating and so addicting Alex pulled her in for another.
Realising that what she felt for Maggie was real was terrifying but then having to consider that those feelings were larger than one woman was just about the most difficult experience Alex had ever faced, and the most liberating. Her whole life something was out of place; pieces of the puzzle didn’t fit right or were missing altogether. But now, here with the woman who has made her feel the love they speak about in the movies, with her lips pressed to her own, Alex feels at peace.
Alex pulls back to look at Maggie’s face again. A smile spreads on both their faces as they gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Y’know the pizza is probably getting cold”, Maggie teases “and the beer warm.”
“And you actually think I would care about that” Alex scoffs. There is beat of silence between them until Alex tilts her head and admits, “well I did say I was hungry”.
Maggie can’t help but beam at the woman in front of her. How did she find the strength to resist Alex for this long? Even if it was only no more than two weeks. Her experience had told her it was the right thing to do. Alex couldn’t be gay just for her as it would no doubt turn out a disaster; either Alex finding someone better than her, someone who isn’t a borderline sociopath, and get her hopes up in the process or Alex would place all the pressure of her newly discovered sexuality onto her, leading to reliance or resentment or other horrible, heart-breaking results. Maggie couldn’t handle that, not when she loved being around the agent as much as she did. But then Alex tells her she’s out and confident and proud right after Maggie’s been shot and there was no reason real enough or important enough to excuse a lack of acting on their feelings for each other.
Maggie doesn’t want to take her eyes off Alex but more than that she wants to sit and hold her while eating pizza, drinking almost warm beer and talking about anything and everything all night. Oh and making out, definitely some of that.
Maggie rests her forehead on Alex’s. “Well let’s eat then,” Maggie smiles at her before grabbing the pizza box, walking over to the couch and setting on the coffee table. She sits down and looks up at Alex standing there like she’s been abandoned.
“Well, come on Danvers don’t just stand there. Grab the beers you didn’t just open for decoration and join me”, Maggie says encouragingly, finishing the sentence with a loving smile.
“Danvers? Are you still going to call me that?” Alex questions walking over to her couch. “Is calling me by my last name not a boundary we’ve passed yet?” She passes Maggie one of the beers and sitting down with one leg folded in the couch and the other hanging off, facing Maggie and smirking at her.
Maggie moves closer to her, sitting in the same position such that her folded leg is resting on top of Alex’s. “That is your name isn’t it? I like it, that’s who you are to me. You are the Danvers that tries to intimidate me off my crime scenes, who kicks my ass at pool and who kisses me in an alien bar.”
Alex visibly cringes at the memory and breaks the eye contact that had been constant between the two since Maggie kissed her. Maggie reaches out to grab Alex’s hand and pulls it into her own lap and strokes it with both her thumbs.
“Alex, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I know how much I hurt you that night…” Alex’s hand grips Maggie tighter but still can’t bring herself to look at the woman in front of her. Maggie continues, “but don’t think I didn’t enjoy it, because I did. Without it we wouldn’t be here and here is the only place I want to be.”
“I know, I know. I’m glad we’re here too, Sawyer”, Alex grins, looking at Maggie out of the corner of her eye.
Maggie lets out a relieved breath with a smile as she watches Alex lean out to get a slice of the nearly cold pizza she bought. Alex hums as she bites into the food. The sound makes Maggie smile, knowing she will never get sick of that noise.
“Hey, how’s your shoulder?” Alex asks with concern.
“Oh yeah, fine I guess. Those painkillers you gave me are doing their thing.”
“Here, let me check it,” Alex decides, setting her slice of pizza down and leaning over to Maggie.
“No, it’s fine. Seriously.” Maggie grabs the hands reaching out to her shoulder and holds them in hers. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, I thought you knew what you were doing? You shouldn’t need to check it.”
“I did know what I was doing, thank you very much. But something might have happened to it just let me look at it,” Alex all but begs. Maggie lets go of Alex’s hands semi-reluctantly.
It is at this moment that Alex’s realises that Maggie expects her to take off her leather jacket in order to get to the wound to check it. Maggie looks at her expectantly just waiting to see what Alex’s move will be. Alex looks up at Maggie who smiles at her giving her just the right amount of courage to lean over and strip Maggie of her jacket. It was tough enough to keep calm and collected with Maggie almost shirtless while Alex was stitching her up but that was a very different circumstance. There are no scissors cutting clothes, there are no testing to see what damage has been done or how the heat ray affected her and there’s no crowd of people worried for her safety, it’s just them.
A moment of confidence, and partly arousal, prompts Alex to grab the hem of shirt pull it up over Maggies head. Alex, not so subtly, takes in the woman in front of her who’s wearing only a plain black bra. She looks up at Maggie who is smirking at her and swallows to calm herself.
Alex moves in closer to Maggie bringing her hands up to the gauze over the stitches she put in a few hours ago. She pulls it back slowly, hearing a gasp of pain from Maggie.
“Sorry” Alex says looking up at Maggie.
All the stitches are still in place and hardly any blood has leaked out. Alex leans down and places a kiss on Maggie’s collarbone, just above the wound. She trails little kisses up her neck until she reaches her lips and kisses her hard. Maggie moans in response, leaning back and pulling Alex on top of her. The kisses get more rough and sloppy with fumbling hands tracing skin, inciting moans of pleasure on both ends.
Breathless, Alex pulls back and rests her head on Maggie’s shoulder.
“Do you want me to go?” Maggie asks.
Alex sits up in a little bit of a panic. “If you want to. Or we can just … lay like this for a bit … if you want to.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
The feeling of each other’s bare skin against their own sends a warm buzz through them both as they slowly drift into sleep.