260. Chapter 260

Alex knows the look well: that somehow both raw and guarded expression Maggie gets sometimes when they kiss, when they touch, when they cuddle; when Alex talks about science, when Alex talks about herself, when Alex does something ridiculous, when Alex goes rogue and lights up an entire terrorist group on her own.

Alex knows the look well: when Maggie’s turned on. When Maggie wants her.

She never asks for anything Alex doesn’t want to give. She actually never asks for anything at all.

And usually, when she masturbates, she’s alone. But sometimes, Alex wants to help. Sometimes, Alex enjoys the intimacy of the closeness, of the raw desire that Maggie has for her; of the intensity with which Maggie respects her, wants her close, loves her.

And tonight is one of those sometimes.

One of those sometimes when Alex is reading in bed, all silk slip and glasses, and Maggie stops when she steps into the room, all tank top and boxer shorts, and splutters and stammers and seems to forget how to breathe.

Alex chuckles fondly and quirks her lips to the side.

“Something you want, Sawyer?”

“You’re beautiful,” is all Maggie says – all Maggie will ever say, never anything about wanting to fuck her, never anything about wanting things that Alex just isn’t interested in.

Alex blushes and tilts her head to the side – something she’s picked up from her girlfriend.

“Come here.” She pats the bed next to her and puts down her book but leaves on her glasses, and shifts down so she’s leaning on her elbow, facing where Maggie will lay when she’s finished gulping and stammering and remembering how to put one foot in front of the other.

“Alex, you don’t have to – ”

“I know,” Alex tells her as she lays down on her stomach, as she turns serious eyes to Alex’s, as she runs a hand through Alex’s hair in the way she knows Alex loves.

“We can just cuddle,” Maggie tries one more time, but Alex just grins.

“I can cuddle. You can… take care of yourself. And I can help a little.”

Maggie’s eyes flutter closed and her chest heaves and her hands shake, and Alex leans forward and kisses her lips soft, slow, deliberate.

“You sure?”

“Sawyer.”

“Yes ma’am.”

They both grin and Maggie lets her hands slip underneath her own body, sighs as her fingers find where they need to be, as her hips find the rhythm she needs.

Alex runs her fingers through her hair and kisses her earlobe. “You’re beautiful,” she whispers with a soft smile, and Maggie bites down a groan as a shudder runs through her body.

As Maggie’s breath starts to quicken, Alex wraps an arm around her body, loving the closeness, loving the warmth leaping from Maggie’s body to her own, loving how gorgeous Maggie looks with her eyes closed like that, face turned to the side, facing Alex, and Alex leans down to kiss her cheek, her nose, her eye, her temple.

“Alex,” Maggie whispers softly, and Alex smiles into her hair.

“I’m right here babe, I’ve got you,” she assures her quietly, shifting so she can kiss Maggie’s rippling shoulders, her neck, her hair, her face again.

Maggie hisses with each kiss, and Alex runs gentle fingertips up and down her raised tank top as Maggie’s breathing gets more ragged, as her movements get more chaotic.

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex whispers with a final kiss to her earlobe, and Maggie’s body stiffens, and she moans Alex’s name with closed eyes and pulsing hips and shuddering breath.

Alex relishes the way the muscles in Maggie’s back tighten so they’re rock solid as she cums, relishes the way Maggie’s tongue caresses her name, making it sound like a prayer, relishes the way Maggie immediately shifts closer to Alex’s body as the waves of her orgasm calm down, the way Maggie wants immediately to kiss her hands, her face.

The way Maggie wants immediately to hold her, to cuddle her, to take her own turn whispering about how beautiful Alex is into Alex’s ear.

To give her the kind of intimacy that makes her feel as complete as Maggie does right now.

“I love you too, Danvers. I love you, too.”

Alex smiles into Maggie’s hair, because this is what intimacy feels like. This is what perfection feels like.