Maggie woke slowly.
Neither of them had set alarms, and they'd failed to completely close the bedroom blinds. Light was streaming in, warm and yellow and flaring across the exposed shoulders of one half-naked Lucy Lane. She got hot in the middle of the night, and often stripped off layers until she was comfortable – hence the wonderous sight greeting her girlfriend.
Grinning languidly, Maggie crawled over, placing long drawn out kisses down the length of exposed spine. Smiling at the sun-soaked warmth of her skin, and how she was already moving under her lips.
"What a way to wake up," her voice was sleep slurred, but happy around the edges. Just the way that made Maggie's heart warm.
"I could certainly get used to it," she murmured back, lips still pressing against the soft skin.
"Not used to it already, Sawyer?"
"I'll never get used to it, Lane," which was true. Even after all these months, Maggie was still surprised that Lucy Lane was in her bed most mornings. Still felt her heart contract and expand. Still made her feel like the luckiest asshole on Earth.
"I guess I have to keep spending the night, hmmmm?" Lucy turned her face more fully, so one eye was actually visible.
"If it works for you," Maggie murmured, kissing her way back up the Directors shoulders, until her nose was resting at the curve of her neck. "I'd like to spend every night together Lane."
A pause, where Maggie felt Lucy stiffen, then relax. Watched her smile soften, and her eyes gleam. "For ever and ever?"
Smiling, and placing a soft kiss on the tip of her ear, Maggie whispered back, "for as long as you'll have me."
LOG: Day 850
PASSENGERS: 149
AUTHOR: DR. ALEX DANVERS, 3IC
"Hello watchers of the future," smiled Alex Danvers. "For those of you just tuning in, this is my first update in almost 30 cycles! But fear not, this is because it has been so mind numbingly boring that I've had nothing to say."
She laughed at herself, leaning back in the chair, scratching at one side of her double undercut, where a still healing cut ran through the shorter hair.
"We have literally been moving in a straight line for three months, and don't have to dock again for another seven cycles. The biggest threat we are facing is boredom – I tried to explain cabin fever to Lyron but he insisted that six weeks on the ship straight was not reason enough to make a 'superfluous' landing. I guess being his third now has less authority then I'd anticipated."
Signing, she straightened. "The only thing of note is that we are approaching another boat – It's got its colors waving, so we know it's an ambassador-ship, not a raid. They've signaled that they would like us to dock."
"Lyron's worried its some kind of trap, but I'm not convinced – we are literally in the middle of nowhere. The closest habitable planet is six cycles away. I just think they need fuel, given how massive they. You should see that images El got. Three tiers, each of which alone is bigger than the entire Exodus.
She scratched at her good arm, lifting her t-shirt sleeve absently as she thought aloud, revealing the edges of some kind of marking. "My only concern is that their colors don't correspond with anything nearby. Scho'ty," her voice awkwardly pitched as she tried to pronounce the alien name, "did a localized search and found nothing."
"But it just looks so familiar? The colors I mean – I think I must have come across something like it when I was on Earth doing research. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue…"
"And what a fine tongue it is!" Someone shouted to her left, causing Alex to whip around.
"Oi," her disgruntled tone did nothing to stop the cackling off screen. "I'm doing something important here!"
"Leave her alone Ve," a softer voice said, approaching. From left frame a very willowy, women approached. She had dark skin and pale eyes, and she radiated a kind of soft glow. She walked behind Alex's chair and rubbed at her shaved skull. "You need a haircut, my dear."
"Are you offering?" Alex grinned back.
"Sure," she gave her head a final scratch. "Come by Cabin B and I'll fix you up."
"Shall do."
"And would you bring that child with you? She's starting to look like a hoodlum again," she called as she left back the way she came.
"Why would you want to hide her truth!" Alex shouted back, still grinning. She was still laughing when she finished with "Darla, end message."
"Hey! You made it," Maggie looked up at Kara's explanation, smirking when she saw none other than Lena Luthor walk through the door. "Come in, come in!" The Kryptonian hurried over to take the offered bottle of wine, adjusting her glasses. Blushing.
The CEO could not have looked more out of her depth if she tried. She was in a dress better suited for a boardroom, clashing entirely with the anything-up-to-and-including-pajama's vibe of Kara's game night.
Passing her beer down to Lucy, who was leaning back against her legs on the floor, they shared a knowing look. Lucy's grin even took on that wicked edge that meant she was up to no good.
Ever since the Jack Spheer episode, and Lena had been an increasing topic of conversation at Sisters night. Especially after Mon-El took his leave. While Maggie and Lucy had their suspicions about the younger Danvers, they were keeping it to themselves for the time being.
"Everyone! I'd like you to meet Lena," as if Lena Luthor was in need of introduction. But Kara grin was absolutely shining, so excited that it cut through the difficulty of having game night with the Danvers Sisters Combo destroying all competition. Maggie was not about to burst her bubble. "Lena, this is everyone."
Maggie was the closest, sitting at the corner of the couch, so she figured she would do the panic-stricken CEO a solid. "Hey, I'm Maggie," she couldn't get up with Lucy pressed against her shins, but she still offered a hand, which was gratefully accepted. "This one's Lucy," she gestured down at her girlfriend, who just smirked up at the new guest.
"That's Winn," Kara continued, said boy giving a little, deeply awkward wave from his chair. "But I think you've met."
"Right, at the Gala," Lena finally spoke. Suddenly a little less stricken, a little more relaxed. "You helped me with the black-body field generator." Winn smiled happily at that.
"And James Olsen," Kara finished up, James actually standing to shake her hand like a normal human.
"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Luther," okay, maybe less normal human. More, 'normal humanoid male', but at least he was polite.
"Please, it's Lena," she corrected, letting herself be shuffled to the other end of the coach, gratefully accepting the glass of red pressed into her hand. Kara retook her seat at the end of the coffee table, shuffling the cards they'd laid out. "What's on the agenda for tonight?"
"Hold'em," Lucy offered, grin edging feral. "If you're game?"
"Of course," she responded, still a little too stiff at her seat.
What ensued was a seemingly never-ending game of poker, for exactly two players. Kara, despite her claims at being an excellent secret keeper, didn't have a poker face to save her life. She was the first out. Winn played the odds, not the people and was quickly destroyed by the remaining girls. James and Maggie put up a good fight, but eventually, they too were disbanded without mercy.
Apparently, a CEO of a fortune 500 company and a Jag Lawyer who ran a secret government organization were a good match up. And they'd been playing alone for almost half an hour.
The boys had started their own conversation, leaving the Maggie and Kara to watch their respective girls go at it. Lena had a better grasp of the numbers, but Lucy never took her eyes off Lena.
"Oooooo, losing steam Luthor?" Lucy snarked when Lena finally called after a third raise round. She'd long since abandoned the heels and had tucked herself against the chairs arm.
"No, I'm just not convinced by your over-compensation," she shot back, taking another sip of her third glass.
"I don't have to over-compensate for anything," her grin turned this side of salacious, making Kara chock on her beer.
"She really doesn't," Maggie offered, enjoying the show more than the game.
"You are the hotter, much less aggravating Lane," Lena concedes, eyeing the remaining river.
"Oooh, now comes the flattery," Luce grins back, raising again.
"You aren't really my type," call and a raise.
"You couldn't keep up with me if you tried." Call.
"I don't know about that Major, don't forget, your girlfriend's already had me in handcuffs." Raise, call.
A longer silence, Lucy's grin literally edging onto manic for how much she enjoyed this. Meanwhile, Maggie chocked on her own beer and Kara tried to redefine blush. Maggie started cackling, and the boys finally looked over, baffled.
The cop finally composed herself, having thought no one would bring up that particular elephant in the room. "I think I like you Little Luthor," she finally got out, grin still splitting her face.
"I definitely like her," Lucy countered, revealing her three aces.
"And I definitely like your money," full house.
But Lucy didn't care – Lena was welcome to all the gummy bears that Kara insisted they use for chips. She was more interested in scoping out the women who had been making Alex's sister blush and stammer and genuinely become a mess for. And she was pleasantly surprised.