XO, Maggie

4. The Honeymoon

Needless to say, they got married.

It was, as they had both hoped, the biggest and gayest wedding National City had ever seen, or the biggest gay wedding, or the gayest big wedding. Regardless, they were happy.

A week after Kara had bawled her eyes out during the ceremony, and the appropriate alien hostiles were taken down mid-reception, Alex found herself perched on the edge of a narrow balcony above the quiet, cobblestone streets of Venice. Italy had been Maggie's first choice for the honeymoon, despite Alex's persistent excuses of why she needed to stay at the DEO, and though everything surrounding her was undeniably perfect; the bridges, the food, the canals and her wife, she was still struggling to feel at ease.

Maggie peered around the sliding glass door, coffee cup in hand, and joined her wife at the edge of the balcony, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her, softly and slowly. "Hey. I didn't hear you get up."

Alex shrugged, "I went for a run."
Maggie could feel her trying to smother the tension that had been building up since the day they arrived. She put a hand on her shoulder, and tilted up her chin to get the premium view of those flickering, hazel eyes. "Danvers, what's up?"
Alex drew back in surprise and forced a smile. "What?" Her voice was heavy with false modesty, "nothing's up. I'm fine. I'm-I'm amazing, actually."

Maggie raised her eyebrows. "Danvers, typically when you get married to someone, you know them well enough to be able to tell when they're lying." She smirked. "And you should expect that, considering you married a cop."

Alex smiled lightly and looked over the canal, her knuckles gripped tightly around the railing. "It's just-I don't know. It feels like so many people are depending on me back home and like, I'll let them down somehow. I know it's fucking pathetic but it's just-I don't know."

"I get it, babe." Maggie placed her hand over Alex's and brushed gentle circles with her thumb. "But you need to depend on yourself, too." She looked into her eyes and smiled, causing a relentless swarm of butterflies to break loose in Alex's stomach. "You need to depend on yourself to relax and have a good time, ok?"

Alex kissed her quickly on the lips as the corners of her mouth crinkled into a smile. "Ok."

Maggie glanced down at her watch. "On a more practical note, have you eaten?"
"I mean I had one of those like airport power bar things when I got up,"
"So, no."

"Shut up."
Maggie grinned, pulling Alex back into the apartment and wrapping her arms around her neck. "Well, Agent Danvers, what do you say we go find Italy's best croissant?"

Alex furrowed her eyebrows. "Croissant?"

Maggie's eyes narrowed as she drew her arms from her wife's neck. "Oh come on Danvers. You're not telling me you've never had a croissant, are you?"
"What? No. I mean, yeah I've had them, but why a croissant?"
The detective shook her head in contempt as she clumsily pulled on her leather jacket and grabbed Alex by the sleeve of her shirt. "We're getting croissants?"
"Maggie," Alex's amusement was apparent, much to her wife's offense. She frowned. "I just like croissants, ok?"
"You are ridiculous."
"They're a work of art."
"And adorable."

Alex managed to put all doubts aside for the rest of the week as they sampled croissants among other savory italian delights, and emerged into full frontal DEO agent mode the minute they stepped off the plane at National City Airport.

"Danvers. Woah, woah woah. Where the hell are you going?" Maggie tugged the sleeve of Alex's jacket as she instinctively reached for her gun.

"Back to work," Alex answered practically as she texted her UBER that she was at the airport. Maggie, realizing immediately that she should've expected this situation, frowned and let go of the handle of her suitcase to cross her arms in contemptment. "Are you kidding me?"
Alex glanced up from her phone, eyebrows raised. "Uh, yeah? Do you know anywhere else I should be?"
"Yeah. In bed. With me." Maggie grabbed her hand and began leading her toward the exit. "C'mon."

"Babe" Alex persisted, sighing, "you know if I don't go in tonight I'm gonna have to work the late shift."

"Screw the late shift." Maggie waved down a passing taxi and set her bags on the sidewalk.

"Mags-"

"Alex, please." The tiny detective placed her hands gently on Alex's waist, "I want a night with you at home. Without any crazy alien shit or emergency rescues taking you away from me." Alex softened, and sighed lightly. "Ok. Sure. But I seriously can't take any more nights off after this. Even this is pushing it."

Maggie smirked as she began to load the bags into the trunk of the cab. "Cute jacket, by the way."It ended up looking even better on their bedroom floor.