It took only a few seconds, but by God, was it satisfying.
The idiot lead them straight to their goal, even opened the door for them like a gentleman. They walked in as he closed the door behind them and Alex turned on him immediately, not giving him a chance to speak; he'd been doing more than enough of that. While Remington's back was turned, she came up behind him and slipped her arm around his throat, pulling him into a full chokehold.
He barely had time to react before he fell unconscious, only managing to release a couple of wheezes and a half-hearted punch to her forearm before he slumped in her arms. She let him fall down to the floor unceremoniously before spinning around to face an amused-looking Maggie.
"What?" She asked but Maggie didn't seem inclined to comment, turning away from her to take in the room.
Alex followed her lead.
The sanctum was absolutely huge, almost on par with the ballroom they just left, with lovely mahogany bookshelves lining all of the walls except the one that looked out to the gardens. That one was broken with full length windows, reaching all the way up to the disturbingly high ceilings, though the glass was covered now with thick dark curtains.
Thank God for that. There must have been guards patrolling the outside too, though perhaps fewer in numbers, and it would jeopardize the mission to have them see Remington lying lifelessly on the floor.
Alex followed Maggie as she explored, trying to ignore the tacky gold that seemed to try to accentuate every bit of furniture in the room. There was even some sort of mural on the ceiling, seemingly depicting Remington himself, half naked with a sheet thrown across his waist amidst a few clouds, but Alex refused to focus on that either.
Stone podiums rose from the marble floors, tipped with glass showcases displaying all sorts of impressive looking artifacts, most of them looking alien in origin. It was a shame they were locked in this awful, gaudy room. At least they would free one of them today, Alex consoled herself.
And even though she should have been looking for her objective before making a quick exit, Alex's eyes were firmly on Maggie, watching her wander through the displays, taking the artifacts in like she didn't have a care in the world. But for Alex, it wasn't that easy to put behind what had just transpired between them.
"A dominatrix, huh?" She said, infusing her voice with a healthy dose of nonchalance, though it wavered immediately the second Maggie threw a devilish look over her shoulder at Alex.
She couldn't help herself. She needed to talk it out, explain it away, because their last exchange left a lingering taste when she knew without a doubt it shouldn't have. The anomaly was irksome.
"I thought you might like the challenge of playing that role, Agent." Maggie said, dimples making a repeat appearance before she turned away again. "Or even better, find it suited you just fine."
"It was…unexpected." Alex admitted quickly, unsure if she should let Maggie extrapolate on her latter statement. Best move forward quickly. Alex wasn't quite ready to get into that yet. "I find it interesting that was the first thing you thought of though." That was a bit forward but teasing was better than shutting up. And even though it was decidedly none of her business, she was dying to know if there was something there. If that …sort of thing appealed to Maggie. Asking the question was revealing, but not knowing would eat away at her for days to come if not longer, she just knew it.
"Don't flatter yourself, Danvers." Maggie shot back, easing the sting of the retort with another dark, gentle gaze as she finally turned to Alex, her hands clasped behind her back, her chest pushed up provocatively. Alex had to force her eyes to stay up. "I tried to bring up something that would rattle you without fail. You're so …amusing when you flail."
Taking a few slow steps forward, her heels clicking on the floor, Alex couldn't even bring herself to bristle. Not while their eyes were still locked. "And, silly me, here I was, getting worried that I might have crossed the line back there."
Maggie threw her an evaluating look, but it was true. Alex had been worried. She'd pulled Maggie to her aggressively before claiming her as a possession but that wasn't even the worst part. The images she conjured in her head – that were surprisingly hard to shake even now – were hard to explain or defend.
Even the idea of bondage holding any appeal was a bit of a surprise to Alex. She wasn't exactly prone to experimenting like that in the past.
But as she thought about it now, she could perhaps see why it could. Having someone put themselves in your hands like that would be very empowering. And if that someone was Maggie, then…She swallowed thickly, blush highlighting her cheekbones.
God, what was she even thinking? She shouldn't have had all that champagne, it was messing with her head and giving her ridiculous ideas. Maggie was a colleague. What she found…intriguing was none of Alex's business.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Maggie continued speaking. "Not at all." She said simply, and for a moment Alex struggled to remember what she was responding to. "Trust me, if I had a problem with it, you'd be the first to know." The twinkle was back and Alex fought off another tingle of excitement rushing down her back.
She didn't have a problem with what exactly?
Being claimed? Or Alex doing it? Or both? Oh, dear God, what if it was both?
"Well, good." She said, cursing herself immediately for being so inarticulate. What was this woman doing to her? "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."
Maggie snorted. "What was the proctologist comment all about then?" She said and Alex flushed, not having an answer.
"You got your revenge." She said. To put it mildly. Maggie was the only reason Remington practically stumbled over his own feet to get them here. But she surely could have done that without implying Alex was into…That her most secret desire was…well, butt stuff. That's not the sort of conversation Alex expected to have tonight. Detective Sawyer had a filthy mind.
"I gotta say, you surprise me, Danvers." Maggie continued and Alex lifted an eyebrow at her in question, coming to a halt barely a foot away. Still, she wanted to be even closer, especially when Maggie looked up at her like that, all big eyes and teasing dimples. Even if she was totally unwieldy. "You're not at all like I expected you to be back when we first met."
Alex wasn't sure how to take that. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
Maggie thought for a moment and Alex tensed, unsure if she was being teased again and kept in suspense. Maggie was so hard to pin down, engaging but elusive, and she couldn't make heads or tails of it. The woman put her on edge since they met, making her feel unsteady and fluttery at the same time. No wonder Maggie couldn't figure her out; Alex could hardly recognize herself.
She wasn't used to talking to people so easily, clicking with them in such a short amount of time. Maggie pushed past all her defenses like they weren't even there and her opinion already mattered more than Alex would like to admit.
Under all the shameless teasing, Alex knew Maggie respected her as well. Perhaps this was why her breath was short now; losing even an inch of common ground with Maggie would have hurt more than she was prepared to admit. Alex never dealt with rejection well but the mere thought of the Detective thinking less of her was making her palms sweaty.
Before Maggie could respond, however, a muffled noise interrupted their quiet moment. It sounded suspiciously like the sound of door being shut. Somewhere awfully close. They both jumped and Maggie rushed to the door while Alex looked around the room, still not seeing their target.
We shouldn't have been so careless. Locating the item was primary objective. How did she let herself get so sidetracked?
She watched as Maggie clicked the door open, pulling it apart a single inch before watching for a few long seconds. By the time Alex reached her, Maggie had already shut it again, swearing under her breath.
"A guard is coming. Seems like a routine check of every room in the hallway but he'll be here in a couple of minutes." She whispered urgently, throwing a look in Remington's unconscious form. "We have to hide him."
Alex swore too, her expression darkening as she moved to Remington. She grabbed his arms, leaving his feet to Maggie as they dragged him over the floor as quickly as they could. She cursed his robust physique the whole way, but somehow they managed to slide him over shiny floors and behind a couch in the far corner of the room.
Breathing a bit heavily, she turned to Maggie, unsure what to do next. "What now?" She said, feeling a bit of panic coming on. "We can't just leave or he'll see us."
Maggie nodded. "And we can't hide with Remington. If the guard comes in to check the room thoroughly, we're fucked."
She was right, they couldn't risk him doing that.
"We need a distraction. An explanation on why we're here." Maggie said after a moment, biting her lip, her hands on her hips. "I need to actually kiss you this time."
Alex froze in the middle of nodding, her heart stopping dead in her chest as well before thumping into overdrive. She felt like one of those bunnies you could see in a pet shop, huddled in a corner motionless, their eyes wild. She had no idea what to say.
"Yes, you should." She found her mouth forming the words without any actual input from her blank brain. Well, it seemed she actually did have some idea of what to say. And now she stood there, wide eyed and mortified, taking in the slowly spreading smirk on Maggie's face. She forced herself to calm down, pulling on all of her vast training and experience to think of an answer that would defuse the situation. It was damage control time. "I mean, we obviously need a reason to be in this room. And since you've been so determined to brand as a couple, this seems like the best course of action. For the mission. A married couple might definitely sneak away for some alone time to spice up their love life."
There. That wasn't too shabby. She managed to explain her eagerness away logically and even lay the blame at Maggie's feet. That would surely do for now.
She would save the self-torture about this humiliation for later, when she was alone. And perhaps she would also reflect on why she felt so ready to go a bit deeper undercover, if she was brave enough. Alex wasn't exactly immune to the devastating influence of pretty girls, she knew that much, but this was ridiculous. She needed to find some pride and do it STAT.
"That's exactly what I was thinking, Agent Danvers." Maggie drawled and came a step closer. Alex immediately took one back, though her whole body tingled in protest at putting more distance between herself and this stunning creature.
Oh dear, I'm falling in deeper by the second. It was the damn champagne, it had to be.
To cover up her nervousness, she motioned Maggie toward the giant antique wooden desk overlooking the room while she moved toward it as well. It was clearly visible from the door the guard was about to enter through, meaning it would draw his eyes sooner than the couch hiding his employer.
Especially when…Alex swallowed thickly, but the thought was too delicious not to be finished. Especially when I have Maggie pinned against it. She licked her dry lips when Maggie actually followed her order and moved closer to the table. Alex reached out with one shaky hand to Maggie's forearm, trying to maneuver her against it.
Her heart was thumping so hard now, she was sure it could be overheard in the eerily quiet room. She couldn't help it. And she couldn't explain it away by several years of celibacy, no matter how she would have liked to.
The truth was, she wanted this. She'd craved it ever since the incident at the door, if not before. And now it was within her grasp. Even though they were doing it to avoid being discovered, Alex knew without a doubt that she would enjoy the hell out of it.
Her fingers squeezed Maggie's forearm lightly, confused when the Detective stopped shy of the desk, looking up at her. "We're running out of time, Maggie." Alex said, hoping the statement hadn't come out as impatient as it sounded. "We should be ready when he comes. Sit on the desk so it seems like I pinned you and-"
"Aw, isn't that cute." Maggie rasped, her hands ignoring Alex's gentle grip and coming to grab her waist firmly before swirling her around, until Alex's butt hit the hardwood of the desk with a soft thump. "You actually think you'd be on top." Alex's hands came down on each side of her hips, clenching around the edge of the desk, but she still pulled herself up on it when Maggie's hands pushed up. Overwhelmed, she tried to ignore how they felt through the thin fabric of her dress, and tried to find the words to express her confusion.
"But-but y-you were the one that said… Shouldn't I be the one to-" She started, unable to form a coherent sentence. Though in her defense, Maggie's hands now started drawing over her hips to the outer curve of her thighs, all the way to her knees where the detective paused for a moment only to pull them apart so she could step between them.
Alex flushed, hot and deep, her chest expanding as she struggled to take in enough air. This was all happening so quickly. She couldn't speak. She couldn't think. All she could do it seemed, was spread her legs a bit wider instinctively, her dress riding up her thighs.
"What do you mean?" Maggie said, her eyes dropping from Alex's to her lips and then further down, dragging over her every curve until they stopped at the edge of her dress, her fingers still clasped around Alex's lower thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there lightly, almost nonchalantly. "The dominatrix bit? Or the whole thing about you throwing your weight around when we first met?
Alex struggled to follow, even as she heard another slam in the hallway, this time a bit closer. It should have broken whatever spell Maggie had on her but it didn't. It was powerless much like Alex herself was. And have the back of her knees always been so sensitive? Because, with Maggie's fingers exploring the soft dip there made her pretty sure the area had a direct link to…
Oh God. She was getting wet.
Maggie Sawyer touched her knee and she was getting fucking wet already.
"Because I'm afraid I haven't been quite honest with you, Agent." Maggie continued, her eyes lifting up to connect with Alex's again, black and enthralling. Alex couldn't look away, not even when Maggie's digits started moving up her thighs, lifting her dress higher and higher, burning into Alex's skin. "It's true, I've seen how you swagger and stomp and take claim, but all I could think about that whole time…" She stepped up to the table, hips nestled between Alex's thighs, her hands moving higher still until she lifted Alex of the desk with surprising strength and pulled her forward, closing the distance between their bodies. One of Alex's hands flew to the smooth surface of the desk, searching to something to hold onto, her legs now spread obscenely. She felt utterly exposed, her dress lifted up to the point of indecency, almost revealing her panties. It would have, if it hadn't pooled between her thighs as well.
Still, she found herself barely caring, her attention still focus completely on Maggie and her words. "All I could think about was destroying that composure." She whispered finally and Alex's eyes widened even more, her mouth falling open. "I wondered what you'd look like stripped of that control. How you'd sound. What you'd taste like." One of her hands moved from Alex's thigh, making her miss the warmth of it immediately. At least until it found its way to the back of her head, fingers twining through her hair, scratching against her scalp.
There it was. A solid, irrefutable proof of attraction.
Alex let out a sigh of pure relief, ecstatic that she didn't have to fight the pull anymore. Even she couldn't deny it now. God knows she didn't want to. All she wanted to do was let Maggie take anything she wanted from her. Guard or no guard, she was itching for this to happen.
She hoped the guard would be slow – check every room between him and them so thoroughly that Maggie will have plenty of time to demonstrate how serious she truly was about deconstructing Alex. There was intent in the Detective's eyes now, sinful and alluring and Alex could see why the woman seemed to have a date every damn night. Who could resist her when she was like this?
And she hoped Maggie would be fast and rough, just taking what she wanted.
That was why she almost whined impatiently when Maggie dipped her head forward for an inch before her fingers tightened in Alex's short hair. She pulled her closer but then infuriatingly stopped a few inches away. Alex's head was tilted back, her eyes half lidded and her neck elongated and exposed and she caught Maggie staring at it for a second before opting to speak again.
"I want to know all that and more about you, Alex." She whispered and the use of her name made Alex whole body tingle in response. "Even if my initial impressions are corrected, I wanna file away every little delicious detail. The more I know, the more I crave." She said, almost talking to herself now, her eyes wandering over Alex's features and dropping to her heaving chest. Her right hand, the one high on Alex's hip, was stroking languidly while the other squeezed tighter in her hair.
Alex's thighs shivered in an effort to stay still and she cursed inwardly, unable to lurch forward and take what she wanted. She licked her lips, preparing to speak – to plead or beg, anything that would get Maggie to finally kiss her – but she didn't need to.
One more door closing in the hallway announced that their time was running out and with that Maggie, leaned forward and captured Alex's lips with her own.
A sigh tore from Alex's throat, content but urging and she responded eagerly, lips slanting over Maggie's. When she felt a flick of tongue tease at her lips, she opened them eagerly, letting out another pleased sigh when Maggie's tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding over hers. She tasted faintly of champagne, sweet but tantalizing.
Fuck, Alex had forgotten how fun this was. Hell, it was even better than she remembered, with Maggie's mouth hot on hers, swallowing her moans. Her whole body tingled with excitement, the light sting of fingers in her hair seemingly making her even more sensitive to every little touch and brush of their bodies sliding against each other.
Her breathing grew even more ragged under Maggie assault, her nipples tightening when Maggie bit her lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips bucked forward in response, but she was so lost in lust already that she didn't even feel embarrassed.
Instead, she tightened her thighs around Maggie's waist, keeping her in place while she sucked at her tongue for a long moment, their kiss growing hotter and wilder by the second.
Soon – entirely too soon - Maggie tore away and for one long, torturous moment Alex thought the guard was in the room already. But the Detective only shot her a dark look, eyes predatory and lips swollen, and dove in again, burning slow, possessive kisses into Alex's jaw and down to her neck. For a short second, her tongue made another appearance, darting to Alex's skin just under her ear, but then it was replaced by sharp teeth nipping down the length of her neck before soft lips soothed the sting.
Alex's eyes rolled back in her head as she panted helplessly under Maggie's focused attention. It was fine, she could explain it later as commitment to their cover – just to avoid dealing with Maggie's surely overly inflated ego – but for now she was done with caring. Her neck had always been very sensitive but the way this woman was working it was absolutely indecent.
She focused on the sharp nips, her panties growing more ruined by the second, while Maggie's breath teased the sensitive, quickly bruising skin. Alex just had enough time to bemoan the fact that Maggie ran out of neck, hoping she would continue moving back up when met with collar bone but Maggie was nothing if not creative. She bit down instead – at the base of Alex's neck – hard and hot and Alex couldn't help but wince at that, her hips jerking forward as a guttural moan escaped her once more.
She'd never felt so fucking empty and aching to be filled in her whole life.
So of course the guard would pick that exact time to burst in through the door. Goddamn idiot.
Maggie tore away from her immediately, like she was waiting for him. And of course she was, Alex had to remind herself. I was waiting for him too. Of course this wouldn't have gone much further anyway. That was silly to think.
But still, looking at Maggie now, her breathing heavy and her eyes half lidded and sensuous even with the dolt in the room, it was hard not to wonder if Maggie didn't enjoy this as much as she did.
"Oh excuse me, ladies." The guard said, averting his eyes respectfully, as if giving them a chance to put themselves in order. Maggie stepped away reluctantly and Alex squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the pulse of pleasure the motion elicited. Instead she focused on pushing the dress back to her knees, her hair falling forward and obscuring her flushed face. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This room is not available to guests at this time." The guard said, still not looking at them. Maggie was the first one to find her words.
"But Mr. Remington said we should wait here for him." The guard's eyes widened at that, but he said nothing. Maggie continued after a moment of silence. "He went to grab a camera, he said, I'm sure he'll be back any moment. He'll wonder where we disappeared if we're not here."
It was a risk, Alex thought, but a small one. He could have called Remington to check but she doubted he was eager to interrogate his employer on his possible threesome plans. The gamble paid off when guard's shoulders slumped a bit.
"I guess it's fine then…" He started and Alex began to relax but then he shook his head and spoke again, his jaw determined. "But I'm sorry, I can't leave you here. I'll just have to escort you into the hallway while I double check this with head of security. I'm sure you understand."
Maggie smiled sweetly at him. "Of course we do." She turned to Alex, motioning her up. "Come on, babe, let's follow him."
That seemed to satisfy the guard and he half turned toward the exit to escort them. It was all Maggie needed. In a flash, she was standing behind him, pulling him into a chokehold of his own. This one was a bit harder to bring down as he thrashed and tried to kick back, but Maggie had it well in hand. Soon he was stretching across the floor as well, giving Alex a sense of déjà vu.
It was time to move though. The man had an earpiece and there was no telling when he'd be required to report.
She pushed off the table, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties sticking to her uncomfortably but she hid any sense of discomfort before turning to Maggie.
"What are we looking for exactly?" Maggie asked, her tone hurried and alert. It seemed she knew as well as Alex that their time was running out and quickly.
"Hank said it looks like and ancient vase - red clay with black artwork on it. Says there's a chip in it we need." She said and Maggie turned to search. But when she saw that Alex wasn't joining her, she shot her a questioning look. "I'm calling the cavalry. Just in case." Alex explained as succinctly as possible.
Then, she turned around to give herself a minute to even out her breathing, her heartbeat still pulsing in her temples and clit, before she tapped her earpiece with shaking fingers.
"Supergirl, do you copy?" She said, turning around when Maggie hissed her name. She was pointing to one of the glass displays who held something looking awfully like their objective. Alex nodded at her and ignored the sound of glass breaking that came a moment later. She was already privy to Maggie's mean swing during their Scorcher fight, so she chose to focus on Kara who came online breathlessly.
"Alex? Where are you? You haven't checked in forever, I already geared up and was about to storm in-" Alex cut her off without mercy.
"Supergirl, we need you for immediate extraction." She said, making Kara shut up immediately. "East Wing of the mansion, come quickly." She heard the whoosh of air through the earpiece as her sister obeyed without question and she motioned Maggie to join her at one of the windows. The detective came bearing presents – carrying the vase in one hand and a short stool she found God knows where in the other.
Alex took the vase from her and then stood back wordlessly as Maggie shattered the window too, throwing the stool through it unceremoniously. Kara arrived barely a second later, immediately focusing on Alex, relief evident on her features.
"Oh my God, I was so worried." She lamented, dragging her hands over Alex's shoulders and looking her over as if checking for injuries. Alex flushed under the attention, noticing how Maggie tensed before turning away halfheartedly as if giving them a moment of privacy. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Kara continued and Alex waved her off.
"Not at all, it went pretty smoothly. All thanks to Maggie here." She said, smiling back when Maggie swiveled to them, lips stretched in a polite but subdued grin.
"Can't take so much credit. Alex was the one who-" She started but fell silent quickly when a sound of commotion reached them from somewhere across the gardens. They all turned to look just in time to see guards running toward the back entrance to the mansion. They'd notice their mistake soon enough though. Alex decided it was high time to leave.
"Here." She said quickly, pushing the vase into Kara's hands. "Take that to HC, we'll be right behind you. It's fragile and it's imperative it gets to Hank undamaged." Kara opened her mouth to protest – no doubt eager to stay back and help them escape but Alex was way ahead of her. "Go, we'll be fine. We'll sneak away through the gardens before they even think to look there. And if we run into trouble, I'll let you know through the comm. Now go." She infused the tone with a healthy dose of older sister authority and it finally worked. Kara stepped back, determination to come back for them evident in her face before she lifted straight in the air.
She wouldn't have to, Alex was certain. While her prediction of guards' movements was perhaps a bit too optimistic, she and Maggie could more than take care of themselves, if they ran into resistance. Come to think of it, she was quite looking forward to a bit of fighting. Her whole body was buzzing with energy ever since the kiss and she was eager to release it.
She extended a hand to Maggie. "Come on. Let's get out of here." There was a moment of hesitation but Maggie took her hand anyway.
And if her smile looked a bit strained when she intertwined their fingers, it was to be expected. They had a difficult task ahead of them.
Nevertheless, they gelled well together in more than one way it seemed. There was no denying that, not after everything that happened tonight. For the second time that evening, Alex rushed forward, pulling Maggie along behind her, night air cool on her flushed cheeks
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"What part of 'don't take unnecessary risks while I'm not around' don't you understand?" Kara was glaring down at her, her fists on her waist in a classic superhero pose. "You could have gotten seriously hurt, you dummy!" She said but Alex rolled her eyes, completely unaffected.
It was a total exaggeration; their escape went just fine. They had a few skirmishes with the guards on their way out, but she and Maggie tag teamed them without too much trouble. It was just challenging enough to keep stuff interesting, but when they veered around the house to the front entrance, just in time to see a red Ferrari pull up more than fashionably late, then it got exhilarating.
Maggie let out a belly laugh when Alex pulled some beige older gentleman from it and motioned her inside. She'd couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun; speeding away from a successful mission in a fast, flashy ride with a pretty girl at her side was truly memorable. Though getting ravished on that lovely desk back at the mansion wasn't so bad either.
A smile spread across her face at the memory, even under Kara's glare. "Oh relax, I knew you were seconds away if I needed you. Plus, I'm completely fine." To this, Kara responded wordlessly with a lingering stare that moved over every visible scrape and bruise Alex acquired during her escape. Alex huffed, but endured the scrutiny valiantly. "I had help, you know. Wasn't alone this time."
She had to give Maggie credit, the Detective more than held her own and ended up with a few more injuries on her tally. Even now, she was still in the medical wing, getting her own scrapes disinfected. As much as Alex wanted to stay with her to make sure she was alright, Kara wouldn't be deterred. So here they were, with her baby sister looking at her disapprovingly.
"Thank God for that. I don't even want to think about what would happen if I didn't invite her to go with you. You'd probably take on twenty guards by yours-" She was still talking but Alex interrupted her.
"Wait, you were the one who told her?"
"Well, Kara was." Her sister smiled angelically. "I called her to make sure you'd have someone to keep you on a leash. Otherwise you'd just go insane and-"
Alex tuned out, a blush warming her cheeks at that last comment. Best not tell her sister how close to truth it hit. She was prepared to listen to another lecture before giving Kara any indication of her current stream of thought, but no such luck. Kara cut off quickly, squaring Alex with another sharp look.
"What's all that about?" She said slowly, motioning at Alex's surprised face. It seemed like her sister could be annoyingly perceptive when Alex most assuredly didn't want her to be. She opened her mouth to deny anything and everything but Kara was quicker once more. "You're blushing! Why are you blushing? Cause of Maggie?"
Alex let out a week sound, not sure how to respond. It was apparently all that Kara needed. She squealed audibly before coming a step closer, strong fingers coming up to grip Alex's shoulders, presumably to keep her in place for the upcoming interrogation.
"I knew it! I totally called it!" She said and Alex blanched. How obvious had she been if Kara had noticed her internal flailing? "What happened? Did you guys flirt? Did you dance?" Her words tumbled over each other in a rush to get out, probably because she'd waited two long years since the last teasing session. "Did you guys confess your undying feelings under the moonlight? Did you kiss?" She let that last bit out in a much lower pitch, as if the possibility, while scrumptious, was too outrageous to be true. When Alex delayed in denying it, her cheeks now completely flushed, Kara first opened her mouth wide then wailed in pure delight.
"Oh my God, Kara, can you keep it down a little?" She hissed, looking around self-consciously, pretty sure they were drawing way too much attention. "It's not a big deal, we're just…We're just getting to know each other a bit."
Kara fixed her with a comically unconvinced expression. "Sure you are." She said before extending her pointed finger and prodding Alex right beneath her ribs. Oh that wasn't fair at all. "I'm not blind, you know. You've been thirsty for her since you met her." Kara teased now moving her other hand to Alex's ribs, poking the other side as well. Alex waved at her hands but she was too slow.
Her whole focus was stolen by evasion of incoming tickling attack and she didn't even have enough frame of mind to object to her sister's telling of events. She wasn't thirsty. She just noticed Maggie's qualities, that was it. It was much easier to admit now that she had a pretty good idea Maggie felt the same. She was so far up on cloud number nine she didn't even mind Kara's teasing.
"You really liiiiike her. You want to kiiiiiiss her." Kara was half singing and entirely off tune. Alex flushed even more. This was absolutely mortifying. She hoped Hank wasn't looking from somewhere; the DEO base had entirely too many glass walls. "You want to marryyyy her." Kara wasn't done but Alex was reaching her limit. More than a couple of prods reached her ribs even though she tried to wiggle out of the way. Even as embarrassed as she was, she was still fighting off a belly laugh. Why must her sister be so ridiculous?
"E-enough!" She finally screeched, her voice high pitched with glee. "It's not fair! You have super speed and you know where I'm most ticklish. So cut it out already, jeez."
She was half surprised Kara seemed to listen, her hands falling away. But when Alex looked up, she realized that her sister wasn't even looking at her anymore, her gaze fixed somewhere over Alex's shoulder.
"Oh, hello there, Detective." She said pointedly, her voice dropping to a suave register as she said the last word. Alex whirled around, smoothing over her dress nervously, coming face to face with Maggie.
She was standing beside them, throwing an unnaturally casual look to her phone, her thumb typing furiously for a few seconds before she put it away and moved her attention to Supergirl. Her expression was impassive but it felt off somehow to Alex, though she couldn't put a finger on why. It almost looked like she was pretending to be disinterested, but that would be ridiculous.
She'd changed in the med bay it seemed, dressed now in DEO issued fatigues and a simple gray shirt, sporting a few new bandages. Alex thought she never looked better. Even though her mood seemed to have taken a downturn since their joyride.
"Maggie, how are you feeling?" She asked, sensing Kara's eyes burning into her, no doubt taking in her reaction to use as ammunition for the next round of teasing.
"Can't complain." Maggie said, voice a bit curt. When her eyes landed on Alex, there was none of that usual sparkle in them. Alex grew a bit worried, unsure of the cause. Unless…
It couldn't be that though. Surely.
Unless she saw me and Kara together and thought… Alex's heart thumped a bit faster in the chest at the thought. Was Maggie actually jealous? Because if so, then Alex would be sorely tempted to celebrate.
It would mean that she meant something to Maggie already. That they were on the way to-
She stepped forward, wanting to be a bit closer to have this discussion, glad when Kara seemed to take a hint, rushing away after a short nod and giving them space.
"Listen." Alex started, feeling confident for the first time in a while. This was Maggie. Irritating, annoying, beautiful, incredibly sexy Maggie. She could get through to her. "This has been an eventful night. How about we go for a drink to relax? First round's on me." She just needed to sit with Maggie somewhere private for a few minutes so she could explain the Kara situation. Then they could get on with whatever was going on between them. Really explore it fully.
Cheeks still tinged with red, she punctuated her sentence with her most charming smile, but Maggie didn't even see it, her head already swiveling to the side before she shook it.
"I don't think that's a great idea. I'm getting tired, I think I should just turn in." She said, already trying to walk past Alex.
Alex panicked, reaching out to grab her forearm to stop her. Or maybe I should tell her right here right now. She didn't need any misunderstandings, thank you very much, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.
"Maggie, wait." She started, timidness making way into her tone while she leant in to avoid being overheard. Maggie didn't move away but her head titled to the side, making her look uncomfortable. Alex hurried to make her case. "If this is about Supergirl, then I assure you she's…We're not…There's nothing going on there." She finished emphatically though her voice a bit less firm than intended. She had almost admitted to them being sisters but she stopped herself in time. She should really ask Kara before she made any further revelations. Although Alex trusted Maggie, it was Kara's choice in the end.
Quiet for a moment, Maggie fixed her deep brown eyes on Alex, evaluating her in silence, her jaw muscles dancing as if she was holding back something and managing it just barely. Alex struggled not to twitch under it - under such naked probing - especially when Maggie's eyes didn't soften at all before she looked away.
"Look, Agent." Maggie started, and Alex released her arm, heart thumping in her throat as she started realizing she wouldn't like what came next. "We had fun tonight, definitely, but let's not make of it more than it was, yeah?" Alex's mouth opened, as she struggled to form a coherent response. What was happening? Maggie was barely looking at her, her expression cold and distant and her tone unusually soft and deep, and it was hard to connect this woman with the one from earlier that evening. Was this seriously the same person who ground against her a little more than an hour ago, her tongue in Alex's mouth? Who professed wanting to know everything about her?
"We'll be working together closely in the upcoming months and we do make a good team." Maggie continued talking but Alex barely heard her. "Let's keep it that way. What do you say?"
Swallowing thickly, Alex nodded in response, icy understanding spreading through her limbs, making them numb. "Noted, Detective. Good night then." She cut off, voice revealingly thick with emotion as her feet moved, eager to put as much distance between her and Maggie as possible.
She weaved through the base corridors, anger and embarrassment mixing hotly in her chest as she looked for a private place to breathe. Even as mortification closed around her like a wet blanket, she found herself not angry with the detective. She was far more furious at herself.
She was so stupid to think this was all because Kara got a bit too touchy-feely.
Of course Maggie wasn't interested in something more. Why did I even think that?
Because they had one decent kiss? Because Maggie found her not completely boring? The woman had dates every other night. She probably found a lot of women interesting. Just because Alex waited to be completely entranced by someone before making a move didn't mean everyone did.
It didn't mean anything.
The detective was completely right. And if Alex knew what was good for her, she'd put the whole thing out of her mind once and for all, no matter how difficult it would be.
If the detective wanted a purely professional relationship, then that's exactly what she would get.
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I know, I know, guys, but this had to happen. I promise to do right by Alex - and do so explosively - in the upcoming sequel to this story, where our ladies go to infiltrate a bdsm club :D.
I'll sink my teeth into Maggie's POV to see where she's coming from. Before she starts crawling back into Alex's good graces of course XD.
If any of that sounds pertinent to your interests, stick around and keep your eyes open for the next part of Lespionage ;).