Hi😊 is the first time I ever do this, but like a love everything you write, you are so talented. So like if you can’t, I’m sure you’re full of request, I would love a fic with Alex or Maggie getting a little bit too drunk and being all fluffy and confess how much they love the other, or the little things they like about them or I don’t know, whatever you want it, thanks. You’re amazing
^^ prompt from @dcl19
The first time she wanted to get plastered in front of Alex, she'd just gotten dumped.
She'd just gotten dumped, and she liked Alex -- liked her a little too much, maybe, liked her enough to have made her ex jealous and call her selfish, maybe -- and sure, Alex saved her life, but god, getting wasted in front of this woman?
No, no, no.
Because being vulnerable -- that vulnerable -- was something that Maggie only ever did alone.
So she'd told her she was going to go home and drink something harder and lose her cool.
It hadn't been a pleasant experience.
But now?
Now, she walks around Alex's apartment in nothing but Alex's t-shirt and boxers, and now Alex brings her coffee and dry double-toasted bagels and soft, tender kisses, and now Alex kisses her hot and hard in the shower, whispering I love you, I love you, I love you, in her ear.
Now, she can drink -- really drink -- in front of her.
Because being drunk can be fun, and Alex? Alex will take care of her.
It's a strange feeling: knowing that with certainty.
But she does: know with certainty that Alex will take care of her.
So she drinks and she laughs and she accepts the glasses of water that Alex gives her in between shots, because "hey, babe, look at you, taking care of me! I was right, you know? When I said you'd take care of me if I let myself drink in front of you like this. I mean, I guess I didn't say it so much as I thought it, but see? It's true! And god, I sound like you when I'm drunk! Wh -- are we picking up each other's habits, Danvers?"
She squints up at Alex, and she doesn't give her time to respond.
"We are! You're tilting your head! Head tilting used to be only my thing! And it's okay -- we can share it, I like sharing things with you, Danvers, I love it, I love you, Alex -- but see, we're merging! Like lesbians! The lesbian urge to merge!"
"Yes, babe, we're very gay," Alex agrees with a soft smile as she presses a kiss to Maggie's temple and another glass of water into her hand.
"So gay," Winn echoes from across the pool table, and Maggie stumbles, leaning deeper into Alex's arms, and does something she wouldn't do in another crowd, wouldn't do in anyone else's arms -- she giggles.
"I'm so glad she realized she's gay. For me! Gay for me! I'm a closet key!! Hey, I rhymed, I'm also a poet."
"I thought Alex was the poet in the relationship. Didn't she make that card for you on Valentine's Day?" James chimes as he and Kara come back to the table, his arm around her shoulders and the ghost of recent laughter still on her lips.
"Mmmm, she did," Maggie slurs slightly, leaning up to kiss Alex's lips. Alex kisses her back, but she pulls back sooner than Maggie would want, because part of taking care of her is making sure she's not taking advantage. Always.
"You're such a romantic, Danvers. Oh, crap. I'm sorry, am I ruining your rep to say it in front of everyone?"
"Oh, we all knew even before you did, Maggie," Kara laughs as she lines up a shot on the pool table. "Even Eliza figured out that she liked you from how she would ramble on and on about you."
"Aw, Danvers, is that how your mom knew? You talked about me? What did you saaay, Alex?"
Alex kisses her cheek and sits her on a stool next to her, her hands resting on her hips to keep her in place.
"Well, I told her there was this woman. This cop. Who's brilliant and terrible at pool -- "
"I'm not that -- "
"Terrible at pool, and told me I clean up nice, but didn't seem to even know that she was the most beautiful woman in that entire place, and that she's a badass and brave and kind and she doesn't hate aliens and showed me other ways to interact with the world, with other worlds, aside from Kara and J'onn, and I don't understand how anyone could call you such horrible things because you're so clearly incredible and I don't get how anyone could ever dump you, and... hmm... what else?"
But Maggie's eyes are shining with tears, her face suddenly sober, so Alex stops.
"Maggie, what -- I'm sorry, what -- "
"You said all those things about me, Alex?"
"Maggie, of course, what -- "
"I love you, Alex Danvers. I love you so damn much."
Alex's verbal response is lost in Maggie's lips, in Maggie's tongue, in Maggie's hands in her hair.
"Come on, babe. I'm taking you home," Alex whispers when Maggie lets her breathe again.
"Mmmm," Maggie grins, her eyes somewhat unsteadily raking up and down Alex's body.
"Not like that, Sawyer, you're still drunk. I meant, I'm gonna take you home and hold you like you deserve to be held. Okay?"
"Yeah," Maggie whispers, smiling, crying, smiling, and she gives a general, slightly disconnected wave to their friends -- their family -- as Alex wraps her arm around her waist, grabbing them a cab and loving her careful, loving her nonsexually, loving her intimate, all through the night.
