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Prompt: Sanvers having sex with eachother for the first time. It's not fast and they're not ripping each other's clothes off. It's slow and intimate and they are discovering each other's bodies for the first time. Thanks!
She didn't light candles and she didn't put on music, because she didn't want to pressure Alex. But she also didn't drink any alcohol at dinner and neither, she noticed, did Alex.
Because they'd talked about taking it slow and they'd talked about making sure, but they hadn't needed words for both of them to know that they wanted – needed, tonight – to move past the making out that left them breathless and the hand-under-sweater touches that left them gasping for that thing called air and grasping for that thing called sanity.
So when Maggie closes her apartment door behind them and Alex turns to look at her with wide eyes and slightly parted lips; when she can barely breathe because her heart is racing so hard the moment her eyes meet Alex's; when Alex reaches out slowly, softly, to stroke her cheek, to pull her close with gentle fingertips on the inside of her wrist, Maggie knows: knows that she loves her and knows that my god, she needs to feel her, all of her, now. Tonight. Knows that Alex wants it – wants her – too.
And when their lips touch, the knowledge flows between them like water, surges between them like power, and Alex's breath shudders and Maggie steadies her with a hand on the small of her back.
"You good?" she needs to know, and Alex, wide eyes and already heaving chest, nods.
"I want you," she whispers, and Maggie nods, and Maggie takes her hand, and Maggie leads her to her bedroom, because she'll be damned if she lets their first time be in some awkward angle on the couch.
"We can stop whenever you want," Maggie breathes, and Alex nods, and Alex's fingers tremble as they reach for the hem of Maggie's henley.
"Can I?" she asks, and Maggie can't speak, because Maggie's insides are shaking, so she nods, and she tries to remember what oxygen is and why it's important to breathe it in like she's breathing in everything that is Alex.
Alex gasps as Maggie raises her hands above her head, as she lets Alex drag her shirt over her head, and for the moment that Maggie loses sight of Alex's face as her shirt obscures her vision, she almost panics, because what if she isn't what Alex expected? What if she isn't what Alex wanted, what if –
But Alex is dropping to her knees and Alex is looking up at her with a look that can't be described as anything other than reverence and Alex is bringing trembling hands to her torso and kissing her navel, kissing every contour of her abs, kissing her way across her stomach, drawing a path up her ribs, asking with her eyes before bringing shaking fingers behind her back, fumbling a few times before unclasping her bra, letting it drop down Maggie's shoulders, losing her breath as she presses kisses – tentative at first, moaning and more confident after Maggie gasps sharply – to Maggie's bare chest.
Maggie buries her fingers in Alex's short hair and Alex rests her forehead against Maggie's abs for a moment, pausing, waiting, trembling, breathing. Maggie's fingers find Alex's chin and lift her face to hers, find her hands and pull her off her knees.
"All good, babe?"
Her heart twists because there are tears in Alex's eyes, but there's salvation on Alex's lips because she just whispers, "You're beautiful, Maggie. Just… so beautiful."
"Alex," Maggie's eyes drag up and down Alex's still clothed form, and her eyes sting. "You, babe. You."
Alex smiles nervously and Alex licks her lips.
"Take my shirt off?" she asks in a voice so small Maggie almost doesn't hear her, with eyes so wide Maggie almost drowns in them.
"Yeah?" she confirms, and Alex answers with her hands, guiding Maggie's fingers gently to the buttons of her shirt.
Maggie drops to her knees this time, trembling far more than she did the first night she took another woman's shirt off, staring up at Alex as she slowly, deliberately, breathlessly undoes each button, bringing her lips methodically to each centimeter of newly exposed skin.
She worships Alex's bruised, scarred torso, reveres it like a priceless painting, fingers and lips and tongue and breath caressing each mark, each ripple of muscle, each scar and each bruise and each stitch.
"You are perfect, Alex Danvers," she whispers into her skin, and she stands shakily as she watches Alex's head toss back, as Alex's fingers wrap around her shoulders for balance.
She pauses with her fingers hovering behind Alex's midback and they freeze and Alex gulps and Alex grabs her, kissing her with a ferocity that makes Maggie gasp raggedly into her mouth, and the backs of Alex's knees hit the bed and she lets herself tumble down, pulling Maggie on top of her.
Maggie freezes and rears up on her elbows, hair cascading down around Alex's face. She licks her lips and she tries desperately to calm her racing heart.
"Still good?" she asks, and Alex sits up slightly. Maggie backs way off immediately, almost falling off the bed, but Alex laughs softly and Alex pulls her back. She raises her eyebrows at Maggie and looks down at her own chest, at her bra that's still on, and Maggie licks her lips at the freckles standing out in the blush on Alex's chest.
"Yeah?" Maggie confirms.
"Please," Alex whispers.
Maggie complies, sliding her hands behind Alex and unclasping her bra in one motion that makes her grin and that makes Alex blush harder. Alex holds her arms close to her sides for a long, nervous moment before letting her bra slip down her shoulders, and Maggie waits, and Maggie swallows, and Maggie's breath is ragged and wrecked and her eyes dart from Alex's chest to her eyes and her hands fly to Alex's face.
"Perfect," she repeats. "You're perfect."
Alex inhales deeply and Alex blinks down tears and Alex pulls Maggie back down on top of her, and their naked chests, bare torsos, warm skin collide for the first time and they freeze with their lips together, freeze with Maggie's hand behind Alex's head and with Alex's hands all over Maggie's back, freeze because they need to breathe and freeze because they need to memorize every single detail of this feeling, this rush, this coming home.
"You need a break, Alex?" Maggie rasps against her lips, because god, she needs one too, and Alex nods. Maggie shifts off of her and Alex whines and Maggie slips back closer, next to her, so close their bodies are still touching, so close their breath still mingles in the negligible space between their lips.
"Is it always this intense?" Alex breathes, and Maggie smiles.
"Only with you, babe."
"You… mean that?"
"Alex… yes. Yes, of course I mean it."
"Kiss me again?"
"God, yes."
Their mouths open and their hands tremble and their hips grind and Maggie groans and nods eagerly when Alex asks permission with her eyes to slip her leg between Maggie's thighs, and Maggie's entire body trembles when Alex pulls her closer by her belt loop, when Alex moans into her mouth when Maggie traces her hand down Alex's neck, her collarbone, her chest.
"I want you," Alex tells her again, and Maggie makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a scream and Alex's nails scratch at her back and Maggie rolls back on top of her and Alex reaches her hand between their bodies, pausing when she reaches the button of Maggie's jeans.
"Can I – can I?" Alex wants to know, and Maggie's eyes roll to the back of her head and she bites her lip and she gasps and she fights for words.
"Yes, Alex, yeah – yeah." She holds herself up on unsteady hands while Alex tugs at her button, tugs at her zipper, holds her eyes, catches her desperate nod, shifts so she can push Maggie's jeans, Maggie's boy shorts, down her hips, barely holding back a scream when Alex's hands skim her bare ass for the first time. She shifts off her quickly, eagerly, tugging her clothes the rest of the way off, tossing them across the room, slipping back on top of Alex, holding her naked body up over hers questioningly, wide-eyed, nervously.
Alex's eyes look like she's been starved her entire life, that she's being sustained for the first time, that she's never seen art before; that she's never seen beauty before; that she's never seen perfection before; which Maggie doesn't understand, because surely Alex has looked in the mirror, but god she can't breathe because her body, her naked body, is the sole focus of Alex Danvers's attention, and being stared at has never felt like this, has never felt this… moving.
"I've never…" Alex tries, and Alex fails, and Maggie wants to cry. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"You look at yourself every day, Alex."
She watches Alex's blush, Alex's smile, like she's never seen a sunrise before – because that's exactly what this feels like – and she tries to breathe as Alex pulls her down, as Alex kisses her, as Alex's hands explore every centimeter of her bare skin, as Alex's fingers draw a map of Maggie's perfection, as Alex whines and Alex gasps and Alex writhes underneath her.
"Al, do you… do you want me to… do you want – "
"Yeah," Alex breathes, and Maggie shifts, and Alex doesn't wait for Maggie; she undoes her own button, unzips her own zipper, starts pushing down her own jeans, her own underwear, until Maggie's hands, Maggie's eyes, still hers.
"May I?" she wants to know, and Alex wants to cry.
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Maggie."
"I've got you, babe," Maggie tells her as she slowly, slowly, slowly undresses the woman she's fallen irreparably in love with, as Alex leans up on her elbows to watch Maggie's slow progression down her body, kissing every newly revealed centimeter of skin, just like she did when she took off Alex's shirt.
Alex giggles when she reaches low enough to kiss her ankle, her heel, and Maggie smiles, and Maggie makes a note. And Maggie looks back up the length of Alex's naked body, and Maggie utterly forgets what breathing is.
"You're perfect," she tells Alex again as she kisses her way back up her scarred body, Alex reaching for her hair, her cheeks, her shoulders, her back, her hips, as Maggie crawls back up into her grasp, clothes abandoned, walls forgotten.
"Maggie," Alex breathes, and Maggie stills. "Make love to me?"
Maggie's throat runs dry and Maggie's heart expands and Maggie's eyes flood.
"Yeah, Alex. Yeah."
She kisses her slow and she kisses her deep. She kisses her fully, and she kisses her complete. She kisses her like she's never kissed anyone before, and Alex's lips are open and her body is warm and her body is pliant and her legs are open and her eyes are full of tears.
"You good?" Maggie asks as she kisses her eyes, and she doesn't know if she's asking Alex or herself, but Alex answers for both of them.
"I'm great," she breathes, and her hands are in Maggie's hair and her hands are everywhere and her hands are home and her lips are sanctuary and her hips are grinding up into Maggie's and Maggie shifts and Maggie slips a hand between their bodies and pauses, pauses, because her hand is shaking and her heart is shaking and the only thing real in the world is Alex's body, Alex's eyes and Alex's want, because Alex wants her, Alex takes her eyes with her own and Alex nods and god is Alex wet for her and Maggie is groaning into Alex's mouth and Alex is screaming into hers and Alex is writhing and grabbing at Maggie's hips, Maggie's ass, and hot tears sting both of their eyes because neither of them have ever had anything like this and when Alex cums it's with Maggie's lips against hers and with Maggie's palm against her clit, Maggie's fingers curved deep inside her, Maggie's other hand behind her head, Maggie's hair surrounding her face, and when Maggie cums it's because she's never felt anything as perfect as Alex's body convulsing around her fingers, never heard anything as perfect as Alex Danvers screaming her name, never seen anything as perfect as the way Alex alternates between biting her lip and tossing her head back into Maggie's hand and squeezing her eyes shut and grabbing at Maggie's body with her hands, with her voice, with her heart.
"I'm in love with you, Alex," Maggie tells her after she slips off of her, after they gather each other into their arms, as they cling to each other and they try to breathe and they try to remember what the ground feels like.
"That's good," Alex says with a soft smile, with a gentle kiss to Maggie's wet eyes and open palms as she blinks through her own. "Because I fell in love with you ages ago."