The Meets

Bonus: Kinky Alex Danvers

Maggie looked into Alex's eyes, seeing her pupils dilate and smirked at her. Alex seemed to be thinking for a moment before she walked backwards, keeping her eyes locked onto Maggie's. When Alex had reached the helicopter, she turned and jumped easily into it despite the height difference to the ground. Maggie watched her, appreciating her controlled movements, how her trained body easily kicked off the ground and landed gracefully on the machine's metallic floor.

"Waiting for an invitation, Sawyer?", Alex shouted when she had spotted that Maggie hadn't moved a muscle.

"Nah", Maggie answered, still smirking. "Was just enjoying the view." With that she jogged over and took Alex's offered hand. Maggie, being very fit herself, had pushed off the ground forcefully and with Alex pulling her up they overdid it slightly and Maggie's head nearly hit the upper edge of the opening.

"Someone's eager", Maggie flirted, laughing. Alex flushed slightly, but the glint in her eyes was still present. Maggie had discovered pretty fast that Alex could be confident in the bedroom, probably after their first two or three times together. She supposed it had something to do with the way Alex had learned very quickly how to read Maggie, how to touch her exactly like she needed to be touched which had led to plenty of mind-blowing orgasms for Maggie. Still, sometimes the slightly flustered baby gay came through and Maggie really couldn't tell which side of Alex she liked better: the hot or the cute one. It was probably the combination of both which made for an interesting power dynamics between them.

Alex meanwhile had loosened the band holding her paintball rifle and just wanted to put it aside before Maggie stopped her with her hands. Alex looked over at her, confused.

"Hold it", Maggie said playfully, grinning at her and giving her a once over. "Hm, yeah, that's officially my favourite outfit on you now. The yellow dots suit you. They even beat the suit and pissed off face you had when we first met."

Alex huffed and put the weapon aside, rolling her eyes.

"If I see correctly, detective, you are rather more yellow than I am", Alex nearly growled, moving over and taking Maggie's weapon away, too. "Let me help you with that vest of yours."

Her tone hadn't moved to the soft one she usually used when they were about to have sex. Maggie raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything while Alex opened the fasteners on her vest. This was going to be interesting.

When Alex was done, she moved to unclasp her own but Maggie pushed her hands down.

"Let me get that for you, agent", she said, pushing it a bit to see how this could be going. Alex held her gaze for a few seconds before moving her hands away and standing still to let Maggie remove her vest. Maggie could hear Alex's breath speeding up slightly, she checked for her pulse on her neck and sure enough, it was beating pretty fast. She grinned and threw the protective cloth away, wincing suddenly. It seemed one of the paintball bullets had hit her on a bad spot on her upper arm, causing her muscles to scream in protest at the movement. Alex's eyes had darted over to hers at once.

"Let me have a look", Alex said, her tone softer now, her hands on the hem of Maggie's sweatshirt. There was a trace of concern in her eyes who were asking silently for consent. Maggie usually didn't like to be fussed over but she had a feeling Alex probably wouldn't freak out over a small bruise, having seen all of her scars all over her body. So she nodded. The cloth was gone before Maggie could even blink and Alex's skilled hands were holding Maggie's upper arm. She moved the fingers of her right hand softly over the aching area where Maggie could see a blue bruise beginning to form.

"Which of the guys will I have to kill for that?", Alex asked jokingly, her face very close to Maggie's. Maggie exhaled with a small laugh, glad Alex wasn't making this into a dramatic injury or something. She had been sick of explaining about her bruises in most of her previous relationships.