Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 12 - Jealous Sex

"You've been spending a lot of time with Paul," Maggie's voice was low, almost a growl. She sounded like that when she was trying to conceal her frustration. Her posture was tense, her shoulders hunched and arms crossed over her chest. The soft glow of the city lights outside barely penetrated the tension in the room, casting faint reflections off the glass as she glared at Alex, her eyes narrowed.

Alex sighed, sitting up in their bed. "Maggie, don't do this."

"Don't do what? Point out the obvious?" Maggie bit out. "I see the way he looks at you. And don't act like you haven't noticed."

The blonde's fingers drew patterns on the comforter, something to distract herself. She knew exactly what Maggie was talking about—Paul had been trying to reconnect, pushing boundaries that shouldn't be pushed, but she hadn't wanted to address it. She still didn't really.

"Maggie, it's not like that," Alex tried, but the words felt weak, unconvincing even to her own ears. Perhaps she should have rehearsed it. Her lies came easier when she did that.

"It's not like that? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like he's making his move, and you're just... letting him."

Alex opened her mouth to respond, but Maggie was already there, in front of her, gripping her by the chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. "You're mine, Alex," Maggie whispered, her voice dark and possessive, her fingers digging into Alex's skin just hard enough to make her breath catch but not leave a mark. "And I'm not about to let him take what belongs to me."

A surge of something primal shot through Alex at Maggie's words, the possessiveness in her tone sparking a fire inside her that she couldn't ignore. Her palms ached, wanting to reach out and grab the other woman, preferably her breasts through her silky top.

"Maggie," the younger woman breathed, her voice more desire than repent now.

The journalist's hand moved down to Alex's chest, pressing none too gently until Alex was on her back. Maggie followed the younger woman down onto the bed, her weight pinning her down as she climbed on top of her. The hunger in her eyes was equally matched by jealousy.

"Say it," Maggie demanded, her breath hot against Alex's ear as she leaned down, her hands already working to unbutton Alex's blouse. "Tell me who you belong to."

Alex shivered beneath her. She wanted her blouse off. She wanted all her clothes off. Suddenly, everything felt too itchy, too hot. She wanted skin to skin. "I—Maggie..."

"Say it," Maggie growled, her nails dragging lightly down her partner's exposed stomach. She left a trail of red marks. She liked the way they looked, marking Alex meant she was hers. "Or I'll make you scream it."

Alex's lips parted, at first no sound came out. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Maggie's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her fingers curling into Alex's hair, tugging her head back just enough to expose her neck. "That's right," she murmured, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, making Alex gasp. She left light kisses to soothe the sting of her teeth. "Don't forget it."

Alex's breath hitched as Maggie's mouth lingered on her neck, a mixture of soft kisses and sharp nips that sent shivers down her spine. Maggie knew exactly how to work Alex's body, the fine balance of pain and pleasure keeping her on edge, her pulse racing. With each mark Maggie left, Alex felt a growing ache deep in her core, the possessiveness of the act fueling her desire.

As Maggie sucked on the delicate skin just above Alex's collarbone, her teeth pressing hard enough to leave a bruise, she pulled back with a smirk, admiring the deep red mark she had created.