Broken Hearts

Déjà Vu

Italics = Chinese translated to English 

Tuesday night, Alex was getting to bed nervously as the thought of having her legs back made her stir. But the peak of excitement was drilled down by the cave of anxiety when she thought about the tension between her and Maggie, no matter how much she was happy she was coming. 

Alex had just finished the workout of trying to pry a pair of sweatpants onto her lifeless legs, panting and falling back into the blankets when she had finally pulled the onto her waist after helplessly lifting each foot individually just to get them up to her knees. She pulled them up a little more as they hooked under her hip and crawled up her bed. Alex was about to settle under the cushions before a gentle knock clicked at her front door.

She groaned loudly as she yelled, "Hold on!" Alex pulled herself all the way to her wheelchair frantically and rolled to the door. With a final breath to calm herself down so it didn't seem like a paralyzed girl was exercising, she unlocked the top latch and opened the door.

Alex opened her mouth to speak, but her jaw was left hanging open when she looked up and saw Maggie herself. "Oh, hey, Maggie. What-uh-what are you doing here?"

The detective had her hands stuffed in her front pockets and her casual leather jacket hanging from her shoulders with her beautiful, brown hair flooding overboard. She sighed, and looked up with soft eyes that matched the hair. "Can I come in?"

Alex nodded and went to the side, holding the door open for her, and closed it when she came in. 

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

Alex was shocked, she didn't expect that. "I shouldn't have brought up those times, but I was just so worried. I didn't want you to get hurt again, but I realized in doing so I was the one who hurt you and..." Maggie trailed off as her voice cracked, and a tear rolled down her cheek "I just love you, so much."

Alex's heart ached. "I'm sorry too." She breathed. "I was just scared that if I gave up hope, if I had moved on, I would lose her. But I never considered that I might lose you."

Their eyes met. And they did nothing but breath, held in each other's gaze, and grasped into the moment. And that's when Maggie pulled Alex forward, slipping her hands beneath her legs and lifted her up, brushing her full, passionate lips against hers. 

Alex melted into her warmth, running her fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. Maggie's kiss washed over Alex as Maggie tumbled into the bed, undoing the agents shirt. She ran her hands between the detective's thighs, going upwards. Maggie tugged at Alex's pants and she chuckled beneath breaths.

"What?" Maggie smiled as she drew her hands up Alex's bra. 

"Nothing, it just took me forever to get those pants on."

"Good thing they're better off."

And they sunk deep with the night, while the sky slept, they enjoyed the stars. 

....

The next day, with the soft heat of the morning sun that leaked through the windows and bled into the room, Alex turned in bed and smiled when she saw Maggie lying on the pillow next to her. Her fingers brushed against her cheek.

"And here I was scared that your side of the bed would always be empty."

Sawyer kissed her softly and whispered, "Never." 

Maggie helped her get dressed and made waffles with the toaster. She drizzled the thick and sweet syrup on top of both and handed one plate to Alex. Alex cut off a piece and snickered at her fiance with a laugh.