Sanvers prompt cause i need me some validation in my life right now, but maybe some more ace!Alex and Maggie making out after Maggie assures Alex she's not going to stop loving her even if she's ace?
She doesn’t mind sex. Not with Maggie.
It’s not her favorite thing, and it usually doesn’t make her scream like it makes Maggie scream.
She’ll masturbate sometimes, to work tension out of her body, to help her fall asleep. But it’s not something she feels like she needs.
But Maggie?
Maggie loves sex.
Not that she says it to Alex. But Alex knows, by the way Maggie bites her lip and clamps down moans, the way her eyes drag over Alex’s body sometimes.
How hard she comes when she masturbates with Alex’s name on her lips.
And Maggie has sworn up and down that she’s proud of Alex for coming out twice. Once, as a lesbian. Again, as ace.
“It doesn’t make you a bad lesbian, Alex, and it doesn’t make you a bad girlfriend. You’re pretty fantastic at both, to be honest,” she’ll tell her, and Alex will blush and smile and melt and swoon.
Maggie bought Alex an ace pride tank top for her first Pride, and she almost cried as she held Alex’s hand and felt Alex inflate, breathing in the energy of being surrounded by people like her. People like them.
But Alex Danvers is nothing if not thoughtful. Sometimes, over thoughtful.
And tonight is one of those nights.
One of those nights when they went out with Sara, Lucy, Lena, and Kara, and Maggie danced with Sara.
Hell, everyone danced with Sara.
It wasn’t the dancing that bothered Alex.
It was the fact that Maggie could have had sex with Sara. As much as she wanted. Any way she wanted.
Sara probably wouldn’t stop in the middle, for no particular reason, because she was just… done. Not upset, not post-orgasm, not hurt, not scared, just… done. And wanted to cuddle.
Sara would satisfy Maggie.
In ways that Alex never could.
And it made her happy. Watching the two of them laugh together, watching the way Lucy whooped at Kara and Lena, the way Lucy dragged her onto the dance floor and brought out some of her college days.
The way Maggie’s hands found her hips immediately thrilled her. Made her feel loved, wanted.
Which made her feel guilty.
And guilt, along with overthinking, is definitely Alex Danvers’s thing.
So she’s quiet on the ride home, as Maggie talks and laughs about the lap dance Lena gave Kara, about the bedroom eyes Sara and Lucy gave Kara, about the general woman-magnet that was… well, Kara.
Alex nods and laughs in the right places, but when they get upstairs, Maggie asks. Because she knows something’s wrong.
“Are you angry with me, babe?”
“Angry? No, god no. Why would I be – “
“Because I danced with Sara. And Lucy. And Lena. Hell, I danced with your sister. And if that’s all weird for you, it’s okay, we should have talked more about boundaries beforehand, I – “
“No, no, that’s not it, Maggie. I liked how happy you were. Surrounded by ladies luvin ladies, you know? I was happy, too. So happy. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. I loved it.”
Maggie nods and kneels to take off Alex’s shoes for her, and tears fill Alex’s eyes at the small but enormous intimacy.
“Then what is it, sweetie? You can tell me anything.”
Alex sighs as Maggie takes off her socks, too, and giggles as she kisses her toes.
She sighs again and lets Maggie take her by the hand and lead her to the couch.
“I was so happy to be there with everyone, you know? But I couldn’t help but think, you know… that you could have anyone there. Any of the women. Our friends, but also like, anyone else in that bar. And they would be able to give you things. Things I can’t usually. And I just…” Alex shrugs and tries to stand up, but Maggie stops her with gentle hands.
“You just?” Maggie prompts softly, and Alex gulps.
“I just don’t want you to leave. Or… or sleep with someone else. But you could. If you wanted to. We could try the poly thing. If you wanted. That’d be okay, if… if it meant I wouldn’t lose you.”
“Alex,” Maggie breathes, and crawls into her lap. “Babe, polyamory… it’s not… I don’t want to sleep with other women as a stop-gap to not leaving you. If we wanted a polyamorous relationship, that’s one thing, but if it’s… if it’s something you’re… offering me, as a way to not lose me, that’s… that would never be something I want.”
“But you do want other women.”
“No! No, that’s… I’m sorry, I’m explaining this wrong, I just… Alex, I want you. Only you. If that means we have sex once a month or once a year or absolutely never, it doesn’t matter to me. Will I masturbate a lot? Yeah. Will I think about you while I get myself off? Absolutely, as long as that stays okay with you. But do I want other women? No. I really don’t, Alex. You’re all I want, and you’re all I need. You’re everything, Danvers. Everything.”
“Did you just quote a Lifehouse song to me, Sawyer?”
“Don’t change the subject, Danvers.”
“Tell me… tell me why? Why you like being with me? Even though I’m ace?” Alex asks, her voice about to break.
“I don’t love being with you ‘even though’ you’re anything, Ally. I love being with you because you’re exactly everything you are. But uh, let’s see.”
Maggie tilts her head and plays with Alex’s hair as she thinks, a small smile forming on her lips. “I love the way you look when you just wake up in the morning. No makeup, crappy breath, sleep sand in your eyes. I love the way you light up when I bring you flowers, and I love the way you laugh when I tickle you. I love the way you look at me, and I love how you always make the perfect cup of coffee.”
“Well that’s not hard, you don’t take anything in it. Gross.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
Maggie kisses her lips, and Alex kisses back eagerly. This, she always loves.
“I love the way you kiss me, and I love the way your hand feels in mine. I love how proud you get when I walk into the DEO, and I love how it sounds when you call me your girlfriend. I love the way you sweat through your bandana on your morning runs, and I love what your eyes do when I tell you how much I love you.”
“And what are my eyes doing?”
“Showing me every good thing in the multiverse,” Maggie whispers before Alex pulls her down into another kiss.
Another kiss that becomes making out, that becomes breathless and just this side of handsy.
“I love you, Alex Danvers,” Maggie murmurs into her lips, and Alex swoons closer into her arms.
“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” she breathes, her lips curving up into a relieved, loved, cherished smile.
imagine Kara (or Eliza) mention how different Alex became now she's with Maggie and Alex gets scared because wha if Maggie doesn't like this 'new' Alex???? I mean, she's so hard on herself already
Alex stops pacing and splutters, her heart seizing.
“What do you mean different, Mom?”
“Oh, nothing negative, sweetie! I just mean… you’ve seemed happier. Lighter. Less singularly focused on your job.”
She gets defensive and she tenses up, and Eliza tries to talk her down, because – this time, anyway – she genuinely didn’t mean it like that.
“It was a compliment, Alexandra; Maggie seems like she’s good for you, that’s all I was trying to say. Honestly, dear.”
She tries to accept Eliza’s words at face value.
But she can’t let them go.
“Kara. Do you think I’m different now?”
Kara looks up from her potstickers later that night. Sisters’ Night.
“Diffent ow? Is en?”
“Say what?”
Kara grins and takes a gigantic gulp.
“Different how? And since when?”
Alex shakes her head and sighs.
“Since… I don’t know. Since I started dating Maggie, I guess.”
Kara squints and leans forward slightly, staring at her sister like she can see any differences with her x-ray vision. And maybe she can.
“I think you’ve been…” Kara chooses her words carefully. Carefully, because she’s not the only Danvers sister who gets a crinkle between her eyes when something’s bothering her.
“I think you’ve been focused on yourself more lately. Which is a really great thing. What did you say Maggie wants you to do? Stop burying your feelings? I think you’ve been listening. To that. You’ve been being more of yourself. Like you told Eliza at Thanksgiving. You seem like… you seem like you feel more like yourself. So I think the changes have been good.”
“So there… so there have been changes?”
Kara leans forward and takes Alex’s hands into hers. “Good changes, Alex. Good ones. I promise.”
Alex forces a smile and she nods, and she cuddles into Kara all night long, her nerves calmer, because her sister’s there. Her sister’s got her.
Her sister thinks the changes have been good.
But when Kara heads off to CatCo in the morning, her heart rate shoots up again.
Her mind starts spiraling again.
Her hands start wringing again.
And that night – Maggie had promised her dinner and a movie, because “we could use a little normalcy now and then, ey Danvers?” – Alex’s mind still hasn’t slowed down.
Alex’s ruminations still haven’t stopped.
“You like me, right Maggie?” she asks, in response to Maggie’s asking if she thought Remus Lupin as Ares was as cool as Maggie had.
“I – Danvers, what – of course I do, babe, I – yeah, I like you. A lot. More than I’ve ever… Why, Alex, what’s… what’s wrong?”
Alex sighs and shakes her head and pushes her pasta around her plate.
“Nothing, I just… I had a conversation with my mom – “
“Uh oh.”
“No, no, we didn’t fight, I just… you know what? I’m ruining our date, I’m sorry, I – “
“Hey, hey, Danvers, slow down,” Maggie reaches across the table and hesitates before covering Alex’s hands with her own. “Whatever it is, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. And you’re not ruining everything. You can tell me – “
“You liked me because I saved you, right? When the president was in town? Because I had tech too fancy for a fed and live for my job, right?”
“Alex, I – “
“Didn’t you? Isn’t that why?”
Maggie studies the panic in Alex’s eyes, the barely suppressed anxiety, the poorly shielded self-loathing.
She doesn’t answer. She just waits with a tilted head and a questioning smile. Because she knows Alex. She knows.
Sure enough, Alex continues.
“My mom says I’m different. Now. After starting… after starting dating you. Kara says it, too. They both say I’m different now.”
Maggie nods softly, her eyes even softer.
“Different how?” she asks, voice low and kind.
Alex sighs and shakes her head as her eyes drift up to the ceiling.
“Happier. Lighter. More… myself. But Mom said I’m less focused on work than I used to be, and Kara said I’m more myself, so what if… what if being more me means being… bad at work? Less dedicated? In my job – in our jobs, Maggie – less dedicated means people die. So what if…”
Maggie stiffens for the first time, her eyes shielding themselves for the first time.
“What if what?” she asks, her voice less soft, more tense.
More terrified.
Alex’s eyes are on the ceiling again, but when she brings them back down to meet Maggie’s, her heart shatters.
“You still like me?” she asks, her voice broken.
Maggie stands – restaurant etiquette be damned – and crosses to Alex’s side of the table, kneeling and taking her hands into her own.
“Alex. I like you because you’re tough, and because you’re a badass, sure. But I also like you because of the way you squint when you think hard, the way you protect your sister. And I don’t mean with your… job… I mean with your heart. The way you’re devoted to your family, the way you care about people. That’s not about your job, Alex. That’s about you. It’s about who you are, Alex, and that hasn’t changed. That’s not going to change. Because that, Alex? That’s fundamentally… you. And you’re the woman I… I’m crazy about you, Danvers. The day we met, and right now. Alright?”
Alex swallows tears – barely – and she nods, her throat too tight to speak. Until she chokes out, “You look like you’re proposing.”
Maggie blushes deeply and kisses Alex’s knuckles with a gentle determination that’s almost reverent.
“One day, Alex. For now? I’m crazy about you, understand? Changes and all. Happiness suits you, Danvers.”
Alex smiles through her tears, and Maggie leans up to kiss her nose.
“See? That there? That smile? It’s my favorite sight in the world.”
Prompt: Alex being embarrassed about asking for something in bed. Maggie being the soft reassuring girlfriend she is
She told Kara she’s been… thinking… about Maggie.
A lot.
And she has been.
Thinking about her smile and the way she tries to look cocky when she’s shooting pool; the way she’s tough – so damn tough – but she never seems to mind losing to Alex.
Thinking about how quickly she gets leads, how brilliantly she deduces means, motive, and method.
Thinking about her lips, how those jeans fit her as she bent over to line up a shot at the pool table last night, how close they had been when they clinked beer bottles in salute to them, to life, to being alive one more day.
Thinking about what Maggie might look like with her clothes off, thinking about how those lips might taste, thinking about what it would be like to touch her hair, to undress her, to be skin to skin with her, to make her scream.
And now? Now that she’s kissed her, been rejected, been sought out, been kissed… now that she has a girlfriend – she still can’t believe she has a girlfriend – Alex keeps thinking.
Keeps thinking, and sometimes, amazingly – doing.
Because kissing has turned to making out, and making out has brought hands under shirts and mouths to exposed throats and desperate, breathy gasps of the other’s name out of panting, parted lips.
She and Maggie agreed early on – at Maggie’s soft but firm urging – to take things slowly, and they have been, they have been – it’s been hard, it’s almost been impossible, but they have been – but god, that doesn’t stop Alex from thinking.
Thinking about sex, and eventually, experiencing it.
Soft and slow and something akin to reverent, eyes locked into eyes and fingers interlaced and soft moans of the other’s name instead of sharp screams of curses.
And god, Alex Danvers loves having sex with Maggie Sawyer. Letting Maggie make love to her. Making love to Maggie. With her.
But still, she thinks.
And, more often than not, she’s embarrassed by what she thinks.
Maggie tells her she shouldn’t be. They talk about everything before they do it – Maggie is never anything if not careful with Alex – and Maggie has those soft, penetrating eyes that Alex is pretty certain would never judge her, would never laugh at her in a mean way.
But still.
Sometimes she’s embarrassed by what she thinks.
Because she’s new to the whole experience of enjoying intimacy, and the things they’re already doing are so powerfully intimate; so too are the things Alex wants to do. The things Alex is afraid to ask for.
Because Alex thinks about Maggie holding her down. Maggie tying her down. Maggie leaving marks all across her chest with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. Maggie blindfolding her and gagging her and fucking her hard and silent until the only sound is the connection of their bodies and Maggie’s ragged breath.
She thinks about it, but even though Maggie tells her she can ask anything, ask for anything, she doesn’t quite know how to.
So the next time Maggie’s on top of her, panting and eager and wanting her – Alex still can’t quite believe that this woman wants her, or hell, that she wants Maggie back – she thinks her thoughts and her thoughts turn her on so hard that she freezes.
“Al, you good? Did I hurt you?” Maggie stops immediately, hoisting herself up on her hands so she’s not keeping her weight on Alex, her eyes scanning Alex’s face, Alex’s body, for signs of pain or fear.
“No, no, I just um… You know what, never mind, can you um… can you go back to kissing me? The kissing was good.”
Maggie smiles irrepressibly, because god is her nerd perfect.
“Mmmm, I agree, Danvers,” she murmurs before lowering herself carefully back down on Alex’s body, but when their lips connect, when the weight of Maggie’s body covers her own, Alex thinks again, and Alex hisses.
And Maggie stops.
“Babe?”
Alex heaves a frustrated sigh and Maggie fights down a panic attack. “It’s nothing, Maggie, I told you, we can keep going – “
“Alex, I don’t want to keep going if you’re only doing this for me – “
“I’m not, I don’t want to stop, I just… I want… I want something… more.” She doesn’t look up at her and she chews on her bottom lip and she fights to keep down tears, because she’s not used to asking for something she wants. And she’s certainly not used to asking for something this… intimate.
But Maggie’s eyes immediately soften, all her defensiveness, all her fear, evaporated with Alex’s admission. She shifts her weight onto one hand and strokes Alex’s cheek with the other.
“It’s okay to want something more, Danvers. You can ask me for anything, I’ve told you. If I don’t like what you’re suggesting, or I’m not in the mood for it right now, I’ll let you know. But nothing you want is bad, Alex. You’re not bad for wanting anything that you want, and I like that you’re asking, it’s hot, I – “
“I want you to tie me down, or cuff me down, whatever, and I want you to blindfold me and I want you to gag me and I want you to fuck me really, really hard while… all the… all that… is happening.”
She runs out of gas, out of courage, halfway through her blurted question, and she lowers her chin to her chest so she can’t see Maggie’s face, and she wishes, she wishes, she wishes she hadn’t said anything.
But then Maggie’s gentle finger is under her chin. “Alex, look at me. Please?”
Alex lets Maggie tilt her face back up, her eyes wide and scared and full of tears, but Maggie? Maggie’s smile is soft and understanding, with just the right dash of wrecked.
“Thank you for telling me what you want, Alex.”
Alex fights to hold Maggie’s eyes, to not look away.
“And what do you want?”
“About what you just said?”
Alex nods, tearful and afraid and on just this side of mortified.
Maggie bites her lip and shifts her hips slightly and takes a long, slow breath. “I would absolutely love to share all that with you, Alex. To do all that with you.”
“Now?” Alex rasps, almost timid, waves of embarrassment fading out as waves of arousal crash back in.
“Can we build up to it? I don’t wanna move too fast.”
Alex nods immediately, reaching up to stroke Maggie’s hair, to kiss her lips soft and chaste and grateful.
“But I uh… I don’t want you to stop telling me fantasies. If you have more, I mean.”
“I’ll tell you more of mine if you tell me some of yours, Sawyer.”
Maggie’s breath hitches and she wonders for a moment how a woman with this kind of darkness, this kind of light, in her eyes could ever possibly want her, care for her, be laying underneath her, so open and so vulnerable and so trusting.
“Deal,” she whispers, grateful the night is only just beginning.
maggie and alex watching a horror movie bcs maggie loves them and alex getting terrified and burying her face in maggies body !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maggie finds them hilarious.
Horror movies.
Partially by old habit – Eliza Wilke had loved them, and much as she’d tried, Maggie had never been able to kick the habit after… well, after – and partially because she loves finding continuity errors, she loves yelling at people to not making the stupidest possible decisions, and she loves, to be perfectly honest, being terrified.
Being terrified, and overcoming it.
But Alex?
Alex will bend over backward for her, always, and so Alex settles in for Horror Movie Night, determined to be a DEO Agent, not a trembling, needy girlfriend.
Her resolve doesn’t even last through the first murder.
Because she’s cuddling into Maggie’s side and she’s burying her face in her chest and she’s trying not to – god, she’s trying not to – but she’s shivering.
It takes all she has not to cover her ears with her fingers, but the sound stops, anyway.
She looks up, disoriented, into Maggie’s softly smiling face.
“Babe, you could have told me you can’t do horror movies.”
“I can do – “
“Alex, I would never… I wouldn’t judge you, babygirl. For anything, ever. You’re allowed to run around with an alien ray gun all day and desperately avoid horror movies by night. I won’t tell a soul, Agent Danvers. Okay?”
“But you love them, Maggie, I don’t want you to – “
“To what, to leave you because you don’t like a certain type of movie?”
“To be unhappy with me, to be… bored by me.”
Maggie cuts off her own laughter by kissing Alex sweet, kissing Alex tender, kissing Alex smiling.
“Alex Danvers, I could never, ever be bored by you. Ever. Okay?”
Maggie Sawyer’s smile is nothing but contagious, and Alex can’t help the grin that spreads across her own face.
“Okay.”
“Star Wars instead?”
“Can I still cuddle this close to you?”
“I will always protect you from stormtroopers, Ally. You’re not the only badass in this relationship.”
Hi! I wanted to tell you that I love your Girls We wanna kiss collection and I actually had a prompt for you? Ive just started at my new job and I'm terrified every time i have to go, I'm terrified of messing up and not being good enough and all that jazz... So I was wondering if you could write something about Alex feeling something similar? Maybe an evolution of Alex in the DEO and how her partnership with the NCPD changed things?? Or Maggie reassuring Alex that she's a good agent??
It’s been months, and it doesn’t matter how many algorithms she runs with Winn and it doesn’t matter how many biotrackers she develops in her lab. It’s been months, and she can’t figure out how to find Cadmus’s newest lair, can’t figure out how to find the White Martians that psychologically attacked M’gann. It’s been months, and she can’t figure out how to rescue her father, and she can’t figure out how to protect J’onn. And all of them.
She sits on the couch with her head in her hands, and she thinks, unbidden, about her first mission. About the girl, the alien, that she was hunting. The girl, the alien, who saved her, saved her because she was arrogant, and she was terrified, and that blend made her lose her grip, miss her step, made her fall, fall, fall, and the alien girl saved her, caught her, dragged her up to safety.
And was promptly shot, despite Alex’s pleas, by the rest of her team.
She’d failed then, and she was failing now.
She drank deeper, drank until Maggie’s fingers wrapped around her glass and gently pulled it out of her grasp.
“Wanna talk to me instead of the whiskey, babygirl?”
Alex smiles despite herself, because it doesn’t matter how terrible she feels; it doesn’t matter how much of a failure she is; Maggie calls her babygirl, because she is Maggie’s babygirl, and that is always, always, always a comfort.
“Kara’s angry at everyone, J’onn’s a wreck about M’gann and the other White Martians that are apparently heading this way, Cadmus killed so many of your friends at the bar, and I can’t… I can’t fix my sister, I can’t help J’onn, or M’gann, or anyone, I can’t rescue my father, I can’t… What good am I, huh? As an agent, as a person, if I can’t… If I’m useless to… I..”
“Ally,” Maggie whispers, and pulls her close, kissing her hair and kissing her eyes and kissing her knuckles. “Alex, you… you are the best agent – the best person – I’ve ever met. You have to let people fight their own battles, Ally, you have to believe they can. You can’t battle the entire world on your own, babe. I mean, if anyone could, damn, it’s you, but… do you know why I took you to the bar, that first time?”
“You wanted to buy me a drink?” Alex sniffles, and Maggie kisses her softly.
“Well, yeah. But I could’ve bought you a drink anywhere, Alex. And if I didn’t trust you, I would’ve. But I took you there, because you… you were so… dedicated. So focused, so fierce, so… sharp, and tough, and quick, and smart, and just so… Alex, you were everything that made a good agent, a great agent, but you were more than that, too.”
Alex furrows her brow and lets Maggie continue stroking her hair. “You had a fire in you, babe. A fire that makes you want to protect people, that makes you… that makes you love people, even though you also kind of hate people.”
Alex laughs wetly and Maggie kisses her again, softly, gently, chastely.
“Your standards are impossible, Alex. Your standards are for the world to be perfect around you because you’ve fixed every single problem for every single person and done it all on your own. But babe, by any other standard? Literally any other standard? You’re perfect, babe. You’re fantastic, Ally. A brilliant agent, an incredible woman, you… you take my breath away, Alex Danvers. And you will help Kara, and you will help J’onn, and M’gann, and you will rescue your dad. You will. Because you’re not alone, Alex. You’ve got me. Okay?”
“You promise?” Alex needs to know, and Maggie smiles, and Maggie kisses the tears away from Alex’s eyes.
“Cross my heart.”
Alex smiles, because it’s one of their phrases, and she sinks into Maggie’s body, her own relaxed, because maybe Maggie’s right: maybe she’s pretty damn good, after all.
