Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz... Alex mechanically cracks an eye open at the first buzz next to her ear. By the second her hand is scrambling blindly for her cell. After the third she is able to focus on the glowing numbers of her alarm clock. 0416. "Great." She manages to get the phone to her ear and grunts.
"Danvers." J'onn. The hand draped loosely over Alex's waist slides around to her stomach, under her shirt. She closes her eyes and lets herself be drawn into a warm body as lips leave a sleepy open mouthed kiss on her neck, bare legs tangling with hers. She hums happily, already drifting back to sleep. "I need you to come in."
She feels Maggie burrow her nose between her shoulder blades, feels her drag her foot along her calf, feels her warm breath through her worn t-shirt, and bites down an irritated groan, "...right."
"ETA Agent Danvers?" J'onn's question, the use of her title, snaps her brain into work mode even as her body melts into her pillow, her mattress, Maggie's embrace.
The hand on her stomach traces idle patterns into her skin and Alex tries to focus, wills her eyes to stay open. The streets will be mostly empty, and she can skip her shower, grab coffee once she's there, maybe a bagel if she beats Kara. Her muscles ache and her stomach clenches at the thoughts. "I can be there in fifteen. Should I bring Maggie?"
Maggie's hand stills at the question, lips returning to Alex's neck. The pause on the line stretches out in the silent room. "No." J'onn's voice softens. "And make it thirty, the world's not ending. Yet."
She can practically feel the hot water on her back, taste the coffee on her tongue already. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
J'onn grunts before disconnecting and Alex slides her phone back onto her nightstand before turning on the lamp. The sharp light stings and she whines as she buries her face into her pillow, feels more than hears Maggie's answering groan against her spine. She finds Maggie's hand against her stomach and intertwines their fingers, squeezing softly, feels Maggie squeeze back. "You have to get up, Danvers."
Alex sighs and brushes her thumb over Maggie's wrist, her pulse point, lets herself be comforted by the steady beat for a few seconds before untangling their legs and slipping out of her embrace. It takes most of Alex's willpower and three of her thirty minutes to fully sit up. She rests her elbows on her knees and runs her hands over her eyes, through her hair. "You've spoiled me, Sawyer, I never had trouble getting out of bed before."
"Hmm, no apologies." Alex feels Maggie's hand slip into her hair and leans her head back as fingernails tenderly scratch her scalp. "Am I going in?"
"No."
"You gonna shower first?" Alex nods and Maggie's fingers tug, just a little, teasing. "Want me to join you?"
"Don't you dare." Alex stands and faces her smirking girlfriend, tries to hold a glare even as she takes in the sight of Maggie curled up under her sheets. She should be used to this by now; this domesticity, this intimacy, this peacefulness, but her chest still aches with happiness and she cannot keep the smile off of her face. Maggie's smirk turns into a grin and Alex bends down to kiss her once, twice, before pulling the sheets up and brushing her finger through her hair, "go back to sleep. I love you."
A gentle hand at the base of Alex's neck draws her into another kiss, and she feels Maggie's words against her lips; "I love you."