Excellent latest chapter of TiNAC, brilliant visuals, nicely done. I was wondering if you'd take a prompt for our troublemaking trio? Something to do with Maggie having so much more hair to play with than the other two, with Alex and Lucy loving it immensely. Vague I know, but yours to do with as you please.
Hey! Sorry this took a long time to get to, but I just finished it and posted it on AO3. It’s short and fluffy with some vaguely NSFW dialogue (I combined it with a prompt for pure fluff for these three), but hopefully you still enjoy it!
“We should do something,” Alex sighed, though she made no moves to actually get up and out of bed.
“It’s Saturday,” Maggie said, fixing Alex with a stern look from her place curled up on the edge of the bed. “We had a long week. I’m exhausted. Just relax and enjoy a lazy morning in bed.”
“At this point it barely still qualifies as morning.”
Lucy finally pulled her head up off of the pillows to glare at Alex. “It’s still the AM, Danvers. Weekends are sacred, and Saturday in bed is my church. So shut up and enjoy.”
“Ah, yes—the gospel according to Lucy,” Maggie teased.
“I tend to make Alex cry out to God an awful lot…”
Alex rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow over at Lucy’s head. “Fuck off.”
“Now it’s starting to sound like a proper weekend morning.”
“Do it on the couch,” Maggie grumbled, gesturing at the heating pad she had been clutching to her stomach since her cramps woke her up early that morning.
Alex let out a sympathetic noise and gently kissed Maggie’s forehead, throwing an arm around her. She’d been the one popping advil and whining for the heating pad the second she got home from work for the past two days, and she remembered just how sweet Maggie had been then, even going out to the store on a rainy evening when they ran out of her peppermint tea. “What do you want to do today? Watch old movies? Bake something? Play a board game?”
“So you’ve really decided I’m the grandma partner, huh?” Maggie asked, wincing slightly as she let out a laugh.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking those activities,” Alex assured her, cuddling a little closer and carding her fingers through Maggie’s hair.
“Well…” Lucy trailed off, a teasing smile on her lips. “So long as you don’t start turning down sex in favor of sunrise walks on the beach and knitting projects, I guess you’ll do.”
“Shut it, Lane. You two are the ones that always need to bring sweaters out in case the temperature dares to drop below 60.”
“You know we’d rather have you warm us up, but Kara tends to frown upon that when we’re all out together.”
“She didn’t use to mind when you and I cuddled at game nights,” Maggie corrected Alex, shooting a look of mock accusation at Lucy. “Someone finds it difficult to keep her hands in appropriate places…”
“Someone probably just has everyone’s best interests in mind.”
“Oh really, Luce? And who benefits from traumatizing my little sister?”
“Well I certainly find it enjoyable… But Lena benefits too.”
“And how does that special brand of Lucy logic work?”
“The quicker I traumatize Kara, the faster she asks us to leave. And the faster she asks us to leave, the sooner she and Lena are left alone. And the sooner they’re left alone…”
“The sooner my baby sister gets to hang out and do totally appropriate things with her girlfriend,” Alex cut in, folding her arms across her chest.
“Mhm, just like we come home and do totally appropriate things here.” Lucy dragged herself out of bed before Alex could whack her with a pillow. “I’m putting on water for tea!”
“Want me to get you a double-toasted bagel?” Alex asked Maggie, but Maggie just shook her head no, burying further under the blankets as she curled tighter into Alex’s side.
“Maybe we cuddle and watch something?” came Maggie’s muffled voice.
Once Lucy came back in with a plate of waffles for Alex, a bowl of fruit for herself, and a few mugs of tea, all precariously balanced on the tray they used for their lazy mornings, Maggie propped herself up and grabbed one of the mugs, smiling as the steam curled up from it, wafting the smell of peppermint in her direction.
“What do you wanna watch?” Alex asked passing the remote over to Maggie.
“Something light,” Maggie mused, trying to think of movies they hadn’t seen lately that fit her mood for the morning. “What about Legally Blonde?”
“I’m down.” Alex looked over at Lucy who nodded her agreement.
By the time they finished eating and drinking their tea, Elle had been accepted to Harvard and Maggie had found her way between Alex’s legs, her back propped against Alex’s chest as Alex scratched her head, pulling soft, contented noises from Maggie.
“Should we get out Lucy’s curling iron and give you the Elle Woods look?” Alex asked, curling a section of Maggie’s hair around her finger before letting it go, smiling at the way the waves held slightly.
“Not today,” Maggie laughed.
“You’d look cute with some curl, I bet.”
“She looked way better with my french braids,” Lucy chimed in, already pulling out her phone to get the photos she had taken. Figuring a long enough conversation was about to start, Maggie hit pause on their movie.
“Ooh, Kara posted some article about all these different braid styles. We should have a contest.”
Maggie cleared her throat and dropped her head to Alex’s shoulder, looking up at her and trying not to giggle at the upside-down look. “You know, maybe the one with enough hair to have a braid should get to have a say in this.” As it turned out, the following weekend Lucy used her own period as an excuse to demand that competition, and Maggie found herself set up in the middle of the bed, one of her girlfriends on either side of her, nothing but a hair tie and a comb each, as they both made their way through Kara’s list, testing each braid for categories like style, evenness, and endurance. Maggie would have tapped out after the first or second round if it weren’t for Alex’s suggestion that sex, rather than pure exercise, was a better way of testing endurance. Once that change went into effect, she found she didn’t much mind the short bursts of hair styling.
Lucy made a show of pretending to think about it before shaking her head. “Nope. You already admitted that you like it when we play with your hair.”
“I like it when you do stuff like this,” Maggie clarified, gesturing at her head where Alex’s fingers were once more gently massaging her. She was more than ready to admit that a head, neck, or back massage was her absolute favorite way to end the day. “I did not love it when you kept me captive for an hour trying to, and I quote, ‘braid better than Lois.’”
“It’s an important life skill.” Lucy thought back to the years when her big sister had taught her how to braid, though she’d refused to go out in public, even just on her runs, with Lucy’s braids in, always pulling them out and redoing them first.
“Lois hasn’t braided anyone’s hair in years!”
“You don’t know that. Maybe Clark wears a wig for her.” Alex snorted at the image, and Maggie just shook her head. “Plus, you know I made it worth your while.”
“Alex made it worth my while,” Maggie countered, and she could feel Alex puff out her chest slightly as though proud of the memory.
“I was the one who suggested she go down on you until I was done.”
“And she’s the one who made me come hard enough to forget all the tugging and pulling at my hair.”
“Alex likes it well enough…”
“I’m sure Alex wouldn’t like it that much if we started pulling her hair out of the bedroom.”
Alex began nodding in agreement with Maggie, but Lucy cut her off: “Patently false. She liked it on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen table that one time…”
“Point taken,” Alex huffed. “Now, are we ready to go back to the movie?”
