Prompt from the awesome Bree21 – "One that I want so bad that no one has done is a stakeout one! I would love to see one like that. Like they're bored and end up making out or more. Ever since she made an appearance I have wanted someone to write a stakeout one."
Ask and ye shall receive! Let me know what you think!
Alex used to train twelve hours a day for the DEO. And they'd block the time, too, to maximize the exhaustion: all part of the training.
Six hours of rigorous physical work – learning to fight with nothing but your body, learning to use every weapon imaginable, learning to survive simulated scenarios that could lose you a limb, or worse, if you didn't accurately assess the situation for all its variables at all moments.
This immense physical exhaustion – this breaking point – was always immediately followed by grueling mental work, mental work when your body felt dead, complex astronomical, chemical, biological, mathematical, technological, puzzles designed to be nearly impossible, designed to push you past your breaking point, all timed, all under pressure, all testing how rapidly, how clearly, your mind could process while your adrenaline was through the roof.
And you had to do it all over again the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.
Alex Danvers had excelled in her training, until she could both physically and mentally outdo J'onn.
She'd gotten there faster than any other agent in DEO history.
Alex Danvers knew patience. She was trained for patience. She was built for patience.
Maggie Sawyer was not.
By the third hour and second round of coffee, staking out one of the locations Winn suspected – but DEO tech couldn't confirm – was the hideout of a new Cadmus stronghold, Maggie was bored.
She loved spending time with Alex. Loved talking to her, loved just sitting back and watching her think, watching her focus.
Loved… her.
And Alex was focused, alright, her eyes and body alert, constantly scanning the area, constantly tensed for a new piece of information, for a new revelation.
Maggie was there with her in the ethos of the mission. She was also going out of her mind.
"Danvers."
"Mmm."
"You starting to think that maybe Schott's wrong? That there's nothing in this warehouse but a bunch of old boxes and a few families of rats?"
Alex sighed and gazed sidelong at Maggie. "Bored, Sawyer?"
Maggie chuckled. "Nerd, and you're not?"
Alex glanced again, sighed again.
"You know there's part of me that thinks if he – if my dad – were in there, I'd… I don't know, sense him or something." She dared to meet Maggie's eyes but quickly looked away, embarrassed at her utterly non-scientific approach.
But Maggie just put a hand on her forearm and leaned in a little closer to her, her eyes probing and empathetic as they'd been the night Alex had first come out.
"And do you? Sense him?"
Alex blinked and shook her head. "I know it's not a Winn Schott approved text, but he can't even tell with their shielding tech."
"Hence, the past eight hours of doing… absolutely nothing."
"Oh come on, Maggie, it hasn't been that long."
"Could'a fooled me."
Alex glanced at Maggie's face and felt heat surge through her. She hadn't let herself slip out of focus these past three – not eight – hours; determined to stick on her mission, their mission, determined to not bring these feelings into the workplace. Having feelings for someone had never been a problem for Alex at work before; she was determined to not make it a problem now.
But Maggie was arching an eyebrow and licking her lips absent-mindedly, and it shook Alex to the core.
This time, it was Alex who shifted closer – this time, it was Maggie's breath that hitched at the sudden proximity of Alex's face, Alex's body, Alex's body heat, leaning over the deeply inconvenient gear shifts between them.
"Maggie Sawyer, I have never known you to complain about a mission. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were bored with me."
Alex's leg was swinging, perfectly controlled, out from its resting place near the gas pedal and over Maggie's body, and suddenly Maggie was gulping and forgetting how to do basic things like breathe and think rational thoughts that didn't have to do with the fact that Alex Danvers was climbing from the driver's seat into Maggie's lap, straddling her while taking to now cold cup of coffee out of her hands and dumping the liquid out of the cracked window before tossing the now empty paper cup into the back seat.
The whole time, she didn't break eye contact with Maggie; the whole time, she looked down at her with equal parts smirk and smolder; equal parts teasing and raw desire.
As Maggie gulped again and brought her stunned hands to Alex's hips, she let herself rake her eyes up and down Alex's body; and that gulp, that touch, that look, forced Alex's smirk and teasing to surrender completely to pure smolder and raw desire.
She took Maggie's face in her hands, as she had all that time ago; but this time, there was something akin to a growl in the back of Alex's throat as she pulled Maggie's face toward her; this time, when she brought her lips crashing down to meet Maggie's, she already knew which tongue placements would make her moan; which teeth nips would make her renew her grasp on Alex's body and grind, helplessly, up into her.
This time, she already knew the best ways to make Maggie see stars; other than simply being, of course.
Because this was not the first time Alex had straddled Maggie's lap and come down for a searing kiss; it wasn't the first time she lost her fingers in Maggie's hair while Maggie's fingers got lost in the skin under Alex's hastily tugged-up shirt.
But it was the first time they'd done… this… on the job.
"Maggie," Alex breathed, and Maggie writhed.
Alex's lips left Maggie's breath, but before she could whine at the loss, Alex was tracing her mouth down Maggie's jawline, down her neck, thrust back, throat open and exposed for her. The sight drove Alex mad, and she stopped just long enough for her eyes to burn into Maggie's.
"Seat back," she growled, and Maggie fumbled under her seat for the lever that would fulfill Alex's command.
Carefully trained patience banished by the feeling of Maggie's body underneath her, her fingers burning trails up along her bra line, her hips arching up into the space between Alex's legs, Alex reached impatiently under the seat, hand beating Maggie's to find the lever that crashed the passenger's seat down, down, reclining all the way until it hit the backseat cushion.
"Better," Maggie breathed, and Alex smiled into their kiss as she transferred her body weight to the hand resting behind Maggie's head, giving her a pillow as Alex's other hand ripped at Maggie's belt.
Maggie gasped and then moaned as Alex's deft fingers undid the button of her jeans and the sound of her zipper rushing down filled the car.
Alex froze before slipping her fingers any further, catching and holding Maggie's eyes with her own.
"All good?" she confirmed, and Maggie just smiled that smile; it caught on Alex's face and she kissed her slowly, then, soundly, deeply, trying to make her feel more than wanted, more than desired; trying to make her feel fully, completely, absolutely… loved.
It worked.
Until there was a rapping at the car window that made Alex jump and slam her head on the top of the car, making sure Maggie was buttoning her jeans back up and that her own shirt was pulled back down. They both reached for their guns, but it wasn't a threatening face that appeared in the window; just a very regretful one.
"Um… Alex? Alex, please don't kill me, I – you stopped responding to our communications, and J'onn got worried, and um, please, just please don't hurt me."
Winn was in a near complete state of panic, and Maggie couldn't help but chuckle, even as she was still panting, hoisting her seat back up. Alex slipped back into the passenger's seat as smoothly as though she'd been doing it for years, and Maggie turned to watch her ass as she did.
Winn noticed; but he was smart enough not to comment.
Because in a flash, Alex was out of the car and Winn was pinned against it; Maggie could only imagine the look on his face, because he was plastered against her door; J'onn was in the background, some paces away from the car, arms folded across his chest, his face a perfect map of what confusion, father-panic, and deep amusement would look like if they melded together.
"You make any wise cracks about what you just saw at work, Winn, and I swear to you, I'll – "
"What, show me what you can do with your index finger? I'm pretty sure Maggie knows, and she's not dead – "
The car shook as Alex slammed Winn against it, and Maggie felt her own face burn even as she heard Winn squeal.
"Alright, yeah yeah, okay, nothing at work, got it."
Alex released him and Maggie glanced up through the window at her face as Winn stumbled away toward J'onn, rubbing his neck. Alex's expression was angry, but her eyes told the truth; she was deeply pleased with herself, deeply entertained by Winn's fear. Deeply pleased with how big Maggie's eyes were as they looked up at her from inside the car, still wide with the shock and depth of being so turned on.
Alex opened the door and swept her arm back gallantly, gesturing Maggie out as though she were royalty. J'onn grinned and shook his head, and Winn shifted behind him.
"So, no threat here, sir?" Maggie admired Alex's ability to talk to her father figure like he hadn't just walked in on her as though she were a randy teenager on prom night; and then sent in Winn as his preemptive backup.
"None that we can detect. But we did get concerned when we didn't hear from you." His eyebrows went up as his gaze shifted to Maggie, who smiled and shifted, lowering her eyes. She knew she'd be getting the I-will-end-you-if-you-hurt-my-daughter talk from him soon enough; she figured her was just waiting for Kara to get the sister version of that out of her system before he went for it. Maggie was grateful; one all powerful space alien scrutinizing her every move was more than enough.
"We're fine, J'onn. Um… meet you back at the DEO?"
"Mmm. Hmm." J'onn gave Alex a significant grin before leading Winn off, and now it was Alex's turn to get bashful.
Maggie interwove their fingers as the other two walked away.
"So babe… how does Winn know about those things you can do with your index fingers?"
"Different context, Mags. Much different."
And she pulled her in for another sound kiss on the hood of the car.