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To assume that Alex was going to be shy and clumsy during their first time has also been a mistake.
“Jesus Christ, Danvers,” Maggie says once she’s able to catch her breath, “Are you sure you’ve never been with a woman before?”
Alex grins against the heated skin of Maggie’s chest. The agent’s mouth is tracing a path to her neck, slowly, leaving a trail of feather like kisses behind, while Alex’s hands, never resting, are testing new ways to get Maggie on fire again.
“I may be new at this, but I’m highly skilled with my hands and an expert at reading people’s body language.”
“Smug much?”
“What can I say?” Alex places a wet, open-mouthed kiss under her ear, and Maggie gasps when a wandering hand starts tracing patterns on the sweaty skin of her inner thighs, while she whispers, “I do know how to make someone sing with just one finger.”
Maggie has never been so glad to be wrong about something.
When Alex bites her ear at the same time her fingers graze the sensitive skin of Maggie’s center, the detective swears to never again apply the baby gay clichés to Alex Danvers. There has been some awkward moments at first, but she suspects that the lack of intimacy in Alex’s life has been what prompted them, and not the fact that she was with a woman.
It hadn’t been Maggie’s intention to let the heavy make out session go further than kisses, and touches, and okay, maybe some grinding, but they’d ended going from zero to one hundred in seconds. Before she could realize, she wasn’t wearing any pants and Alex was leading her to the bedroom.
“Are you sure?” The detective had asked with some concern. Things were going pretty fast, and if there was something that Maggie was sure about, was that Alex deserved her real first time to be something more than a rushed night of passion, “We don’t have to do this tonight. You could let me borrow some of those cute pajamas of yours and we could just go to sleep.”
But Alex had strongly refused the idea, entangling her hands in the mess that was Maggie’s hair by then, and captured her lips in a kiss that had left the detective breathless for a moment.
“I want you, Maggie,” Had been Alex reply when the kiss ended, “And I need you to start touching me because I’m about to combust if you don’t do it soon.”
And Maggie had been glad to comply.
“Yes ma’am.”
After that, the remaining clothes were discarded and Maggie, taking both of Alex’s hands in her own, guided the other woman until they reached the foot of the neatly done bed. Those first moments were awkward. Alex hands hesitated a little before resting gently on Maggie’s hips, and Maggie, even if the other woman had clearly stated that she wanted to be touched, wasn’t sure where to draw the line. She was feeling like a teenager on her first time, excited and eager. She wanted to give Alex everything she had been missing during all those years of repression, show her how amazing being intimate with someone could be. But being so enthusiastic could also backfire and scare Alex, and Maggie wasn’t going to risk their first time together going to hell just because she couldn’t keep it in her pants.
So, she decided to let Alex set the pace. Maggie’s touch was slow and soft, always in the comfort zone, but just an inch away from going into dangerous territory. Their kisses were growing heated, more desperate, but while Alex’s hands went to explore Maggie’s bare back, urging her to do something, the detective just kept hers over Alex’s hipbones, tracing circular patterns with her thumbs.
Soon, it became clear that Alex wasn’t joking around, because one of her hands grabbed Maggie’s ass with urgency, flushing their bodies together. Before she could wrap her head around that, though, another sensation shot straight to her core and ignited all the cells in Maggie’s body, because Alex had decided that biting her neck was the faster way to make her react.
And she had been right.
Every concern, every cautious thought that Maggie could have, went flying out of the window.
When Alex finally came, with her whole body arching and her eyes shut in an infinite bliss, whispering her name like a mantra, Maggie felt like an idiot for even trying to run from this. Because it turns out that the sight of Alex Danvers under her, with a satisfied smile and a look of utter happiness in her eyes, is the most beautiful thing that Maggie has ever seen.
“You are going to be the death of me, Danvers.”
Alex laughs and kisses a patch of skin just below her navel before raising her eyes to meet Maggie’s. There’s a mischievous grin in the agent’s lips that makes her shiver with anticipation.
“But it’s going to be such a sweet death, Sawyer.”
Next morning, while they’ll still be in bed wrapped around each other, while she’ll have Alex comfortably sleeping in her arms, Maggie will think about the list in her head, the one where she’s been collecting facts about this amazing, beautiful, and brave woman that dared to step into her crime scene to steal her case, along with her heart. More than half of the items of that list are now crossed out and replaced, making evident that assuming things of one Alex Danvers has been a mistake from the start.
Danvers is straight. To think that has been like the biggest, but also the happier mistake of my life.
Danvers is a FBI agent with a stick up in her ass. Okay, wrong agency. Maybe a bit right about the second part, because Alex can be a real pain when it comes to work.
Alex has a crush on me. That one was scary, but right.
Alex will be scared her feelings. Right the first two seconds, but strongly crossed out the moment she kissed me at the bar.
Alex needs a friend, not a girlfriend who just ended a relationship. That was true. I’m just not strong enough.
Intimacy will take some time. Yeah, right.
She snorts at that thought, the sudden movement making Alex stir a little, but not waking her up quite yet.
“..ive m’re ..’nutes.”
And, seriously, Maggie should just stop assuming things and start making a list with the facts she knows about Alex Danvers.
Like, for example, how utterly cute she looks drooling in her sleep.
Fin