426. Chapter 426

They know each other’s bodies almost as well as they know their own.

Alex knows exactly the way to crook her fingers inside Maggie’s body to make her scream, to make her squirt.

Maggie knows exactly the way to flit her tongue across Alex’s nipple while grinding her thigh between her legs to make Alex scratch at her back with her nails, to make Alex come completely undone.

But sometimes?

Sometimes the sex isn’t that great.

It’s always warm and it’s always fully consensual.

Of course it is.

But it’s not always great, and it makes Alex groan in frustration, and it makes them both sigh and giggle and surrender to masturbating to get themselves off instead of getting each other off.

Because sometimes it doesn’t matter that Alex knows exactly the right things to do to Maggie, or that Maggie knows exactly the right things to do to Alex – and sometimes, they make it up as they go, because they know each other, but they’re always still learning, always still discovering.

Sometimes, the sex is just mediocre. Sometimes, the sex is just bad.

Sometimes, Alex’s wrist gets sore – and it takes a lot to make Alex can-make-you-tell-me-who-Guardian-is-in-six-different-ways-with-my-index-finger Danvers’s wrist sore – with fucking Maggie, her fingers soaked and her forehead sweaty, but Maggie stills, and eventually, Maggie stops, so Alex does, too.

“Did I hurt you?” Alex wants to know, and Maggie shakes her head with a small smile on her face.

“Nah, Danvers, I’m sorry, I’m just not getting there.”

Panic flashes across Alex’s face, and Maggie calms the oncoming storm with a soft kiss.

“It’s not a big deal, Alex; sex doesn’t always have to end with an orgasm.”

Alex freezes and stares and swallows.

“Can it end with cuddles?”

“Get down here,” Maggie grins in response, opening her arms and shrieking when cuddling turns into tickling, into pillow fighting, into more breathless, sweaty cuddling.

And when the roles are reversed – when it’s Alex that can’t get there, Alex that tries to talk dirty and fails utterly, coming off as awkward and stumbling over words instead of hot and sexy, Alex that tries her hardest to let the pressure from Maggie’s thigh toss her over the edge – Alex groans in frustration and she sighs and she slams her hands down on the bed in irritation.

“Alright there, Danvers?” Maggie asks, and Alex will grin.

“It’s not you, babe, you’re – god, I mean look at you, damn – I’m just not – I can’t… I’m sorry, Maggie, I’m so sorry – ”

“No no, hey, Alex, it’s okay. You’re perfect, alright? Perfect.”

“I’m not bad at it?”

“Bad at being the sexiest woman I’ve ever slept with? No, Danvers: you’re amazing at that.”

“Even though I’m not cumming for you like I should be?”

“There’s no should, Alex. I promise. Do you uh…”

A very particular look flashes across Maggie’s face, and Alex know that face. So she sits up so quickly, so eagerly, that Maggie is forcibly reminded that her girlfriend is Kara Danvers’s big sister.

“Your special blueberry pancakes?” Alex asks, and she’s never looked more like Supergirl’s sister.

“Race you to the kitchen, Danvers,” Maggie giggles, and neither of them stop to put their clothes back on, tugging on each other playfully and shrieking with objections and laughter and “no you can’t have a flash grenade” and “what if I refuse you pancakes?” and “you wouldn’t dare, Sawyer”, and the afternoon?

The afternoon is perfect, after all.