The first time she met Agent Danvers, the immediate thought that crossed Maggie's mind was that someone needed to get the stick out of the woman's ass. She was stiff and arrogant, wearing that stupid suit and weaving her federal badge around like she owned the place.
Maggie won't even lie to herself and say that she didn't find the agent interesting that first time, fascinating even, but Danvers was probably straight and totally not her type.
Straight and a fed. Never going there.
It's funny how things can change so much in so little time.
In a matter of weeks, Alex has gone from occasional partner, to pool buddy, to friend, and somehow along the way, they reached the point where Maggie can't imagine her life without Alex Danvers in it.
It was during that time in between that Maggie discovered that that first version of Alex, the one she met at the airport after the President was attacked, the cold and haughty FBI agent that wanted to get rid of her, was all a façade.
Alex Danvers was the kindest soul she's ever met. She's also warm, and funny, and a total nerd that, sometimes, enjoys a little bit too much talking about science. Maggie wonders how could she ever think that not falling for Alex was even an option.
When she came out and suddenly kissed her in a bar full of people, without any hesitation, taking Maggie's face in her hands and holding it while their lips met, as if she had been kissing girls that way all her life, Maggie's world turned upside down. She knew that Alex had a crush on her, she could see it in her eyes and hear it in her words, and Maggie had expected an awkward confession at some point, but never a kiss.
And that's another think she discovered. Alex Danvers never does anything halfway. If there's an alien on the loose, she will not sleep until they catch him. If someone important to her goes missing, she'll unleash hell on earth until she finds them. And if she wants to kiss you, she will do it, thoroughly.
Maggie never imagined that the same woman stumbling on her words trying to accept that the detective had been right, that she was indeed gay, wouldn't think twice before kissing her in public. Shyness, wanting to hide for a while, even gay panic had been expected. But it's as if Alex had taken the baby gay rule book and thrown it away. Hell, even a lot of grown up gay woman who have been out for years aren't brave enough to kiss someone like that.
And that scared Maggie to death.
But that laser piercing through her shoulder had been even scarier and, for a moment, she'd cursed herself because she was going to die without kissing Alex Danvers again, and it was all her fault.
"You are too dramatic," Alex tells her between kisses, "It's barely a scratch."
"You aren't the one who got shot by a cyborg."
"No, but as the one who patched you, I know what I'm talking about," The agent's hands are heading dangerously to the hem of her shirt and Maggie's head starts to get a bit foggy, "You should trust your doctor."
If Maggie hadn't expected in a million years that first kiss at the bar, she definitely hadn't thought that showing at Alex's door with pizza, beer, and the resolve to move a little forward with their relationship, could turn into a make out session on the couch in a matter of minutes.
Maggie had told Alex that she wanted to kiss her, and Alex had taken that request to the letter.
Without letting her go, Alex had led them through the living room until they'd reached the couch. She had pushed her gently then, making her sit, and proceeded to straddle her before reaching down again to claim Maggie's lips.
Now Alex's hands are under her shirt, and she's leaving open kisses along the column of her neck, causing Maggie to gasp every time that she feels the ghost of a tongue caress her skin.
"I should…" She tries to catch some air, "I should stop assuming things about you, Danvers."
"And what did you assume about me?"
Maggie can feel the smirk against her skin before Alex places another kiss under her jaw.
"That this would be scary for you."
"This?" She points out letting her hands travel higher and stopping at the sensitive spot under Maggie's breasts, barely touching the fabric of her bra.
"Yeah." Maggie breaths out, "Yeah, that."
Alex leans back a little and lifts her hands to cradle Maggie's face, letting her thumbs gently caress the other woman's cheeks. Her eyes are soft and warm.
"Maggie," There's a fondness in the way that Alex says her name that the detective has never heard before, "For the first time in my life, this feels right. Why should that be scary?"
She doesn't have an answer for that.
"Are you scared?"
And Maggie knows that Alex isn't talking about the physical part of their relationship, although is a little unsettling how the other woman has managed to work her up so quickly with just a few kisses.
"Terrified."
"But in a good way?"
Now it's Maggie who places a hand on Alex's neck to bring her closer before placing a tender kiss on her lips.
"The best," She answers while her yes remain closed and she smiles with content.
Alex's lips find hers again and they melt into another kiss, deeper this time, full of promises and words not spoken, at least not yet. While the agent's hands are back at shamelessly exploring Maggie's body, hers has gone to Alex's back, grasping the pajamas' shirt, and swiftly removing the item.
Now Alex is half naked in her lap, and smirking.
"Remember when I told you that I've always been perfect at everything except one thing?" She asks.
Maggie nods and a huge grin appears in her face when Alex leans again and one of her hands go to unbutton the detective's jeans.
"I intend to fix that tonight."
