anonymous asked: Sanvers in the shower?
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There's a soft knock on the door and Alex blinks and spits water out of her mouth and runs her hands through her sopping hair.
"Yeah?" she calls through the steam in the room, through the rush of her rain shower, through the pattering of quick, hot droplets running down her body.
"Alex! Babe, you almost done? I don't wanna rush you, but I'm gonna be late – "
"Something happen?" Alex panics, jamming at the waterproof connection to her cell she has stuck on the back wall but finding no updates on rogue aliens or impending nuclear disasters.
"Nope, just gotta – "
Alex doesn't hear the rest because the conditioner in her hair is starting to run down her face, so she steps back into the shower stream and relishes the heat, the strong lavender scent, the rush of suds down her back.
"Mags, I can't hear you, just come in."
There's a silence and there's a hesitation, and then the door is opening and Alex grins at Maggie's almost shy form, slightly distorted by Alex's glass shower door. Weaving her fingers through her hair one last time, now suds-free, Alex steps forward and slides the shower door open wide enough to poke her head out of.
"What're you running late for?"
"I – it – I – lab results coming in – it – I – "
Alex licks her lips and Alex rakes her eyes down Maggie's body. "Detective Sawyer, are you spluttering?"
"I – "
Alex tugs the shower door open a little wider, giving Maggie more to see than just her face.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before, babe," she teases, her voice rich and her voice still in shock that she could make a woman who looks like Maggie take a second glance at her, let alone splutter.
"I… wet," is all Maggie can choke out, and Alex pushes the shower door open all the way now, a wicked grin spreading over her face as Maggie chokes out more completely unintelligible noises and grabs onto the sink for support for her completely weakened knees.
"Are you now?" Alex flirts, knowing full well that Maggie was talking about her, soaking wet from the shower, but deciding she'd like both to be true.
"I – "
"Wanna join me, babe?"
Maggie gulps and Maggie tries not to hyperventilate and Maggie's eyes trace the pattern of water streaming down Alex's hair, throat, chest, abs, thighs.
"Oh yes," she rasps, and the basketball shorts and tank top she slept in are off before Alex can blink, are pooled around her ankles before Alex can gulp.
Alex steps back to let Maggie step in, and their eyes don't leave each other's as Alex slides the door closed, as Maggie's moment of temporary bravado evaporates with the steam they're breathing in.
Maggie lips her lips and gulps, and Alex reaches slow hands out to her waist.
"Nnhnn," Maggie says, and Alex pulls back immediately.
"Water's too hot," Maggie explains in barely more than a whisper, and Alex reaches behind her to adjust it without taking her eyes off Maggie.
"Better?" Alex asks after a moment, and Maggie puts her hand forward, grazing Alex's side on the way, and they both hiss at the contact.
"Yeah. Yeah." Maggie steps forward and puts Alex's hands on her waist and they rotate so Maggie can slip past Alex, so she can stand under the stream of water, so Alex can gasp and lick her lips and shake her head, watching the way Maggie's eyes roll shut in relief at the stream of warmth that glides through her hair, down her shoulders, her chest, the way her head automatically tilts back into the stream, the way her hands automatically run through her hair.
The way the stream of water makes her seem to forget, for a moment, all her strain and all her stress and all her pain and all her grief.
"You're gorgeous, Maggie," Alex rasps, reaching down to grab her bottle of body wash. She tilts it toward Maggie with raised eyebrows, and Maggie gulps, and Maggie nods, and Alex smiles.
She fills her hands with suds and she fills her lungs with air and she fills her eyes with Maggie and she runs her hands, tentative hands, at first, bolder with Maggie's soft gasps, more confident with Maggie's growing whines, over Maggie's every curve, every crevice, every spot rough with her neglect of consistent lotioning, every spot scraped with alien weapons and human fists, every spot tightened by training and every spot soft with perfectly smooth skin.
When she tells Maggie to tilt her head back, when Maggie asks if she's sure, because she doesn't have to, and Alex tells her of course she wants to, Maggie turns, and Maggie lets Alex shampoo her hair, and she steps back, one foot anchored between Alex's, so she's grinding slightly back into Alex, and Alex moans and Maggie grins softly and Alex refuses to let her get suds in her eyes, so she guides her back around, guides her so she can run her fingers through perfect hair, run her fingers through perfect hair that will smell like Alex all day, run her fingers through perfect hair that god somehow looks even better dripping wet than it does dry.
"Al," Maggie rasps when she can't take it anymore, can't take feeling Alex's naked body behind hers, Alex's fingers touching her, washing her, Alex's fingers running everywhere on her body, Alex's fingers doing things to her – taking care of her – in a way she's never had before, in a way she's never believed anyone would ever do for her, in a way she's never believed anyone would want to do for her.
Alex hears every word Maggie isn't speaking in the one syllable of her name, every emotion and every passion and every need, because god, god, god, she needs the same.
"Do you really have to condition your hair, too?" Alex rasps as Maggie turns to face her, as Maggie turns to touch her.
"I do," Maggie's dimples come out, but she bites her lip and she watches water stream down Alex's body, and she takes a shuddering breath. "But I need something else, first."
The only other words are each other's names, various gods, and various words they would never use in company. The only other sounds are screaming and gasping and the occasional slipping, the occasional bracing of one body against the other, of hands against walls and heels against tub edges.
"Alex, please," Maggie whines, and Alex smells her body wash and tastes pure water and pure Maggie as she licks a path from her nipple to her collarbone and back down, one hand braced against the wall, the other holding Maggie secure at the small of her back.
"Please what, gorgeous?" Alex wants to know, and Maggie spits off to the side as her gasp had her inhaling far too much water. Alex shifts them both so Maggie isn't directly under the shower, and Maggie stares up at her with desperate eyes and swollen lips.
"Please fuck me," Maggie asks in a small voice, and Alex groans, and Alex complies.
Maggie issues a stream of curses, of yesses, of fuck yesses and Alex please fuck god yes Alex Al Ally fuck don't stops as Alex turns her around carefully, helps her prop one of her legs up on the side of the tub, helps her brace her hands on the wall in front of her, helps her brace her body back against Alex's so together, they're stable; so together, they won't slip.
"Trust me?" Alex asks.
"Of course," Maggie breathes.
"You still want this? Because if you don't, it's oka –"
"Alex, shut up and fuck me, please."
Alex growls and Alex wraps one arm around Maggie's body, hand coming to stop on her chest, slides her other hand down Maggie's hip, her ass, down to her thighs, down to the only place Maggie needs her, the place Maggie is begging her to touch, the place Maggie is grinding her hips for, and Alex groans at how wet Maggie is, and not just with shower water, and they both gasp, both moan, both go weak in the knees and lean into each other for stability with relief when Alex slips her fingers inside, when she brings her other hand down to work on Maggie's clit, when Maggie's screams echoes off the bathroom walls and the shower steams with a heat that's not coming from the water temperature and Maggie's body convulses around Alex's fingers and Alex rests her forehead on Maggie's arched back as she rides out her orgasm, as she rides out her high, as she rides out her trust, her raw need, her lust, her love.
"Weren't you late for something?" Alex pants as they both recover, as she holds Maggie from behind and they let water stream in a steady thrumming down their shaking bodies.
Maggie chuckles and Maggie brings Alex's hand to her lips and kisses each knuckle.
"You've got a point, Danvers. Out."
It's Alex's turn to splutter.
"What?"
"This hair doesn't condition itself, Danvers."
"I could help you – "
"Don't get me wrong, babe, your help was uh…" Her eyes soften and her dimples deepen. "Incredible, but right now I'm just the kinda late that'll get me mocked by all the guys. Any more of your help and I'll be the kinda late that makes me unemployed."
"You could always come work at the DEO – "
"Out!"
Alex pretends to huff and Alex leans in for the kiss Maggie's asking for and Alex grabs a towel and doesn't miss the way Maggie's eyes are glued to her body and smiles all the more for it.
"Hey Alex," Maggie calls as she's running conditioner through her hair, as Alex is slipping out of the bathroom.
"Yeah love?"
"I'll be out in the field today. Probably need another shower tonight."
"Excellent."