anonymous asked:
Smut prompt: Maggie does some stupid shit that almost gets her killed, so Alex decides to put her new DEO sanctioned handcuffs to use so she can remind Maggie that she has someone who's expecting her to come home (aka Alex handcuffs Maggie to the bed and doesn't let her orgasm until she promises not to do stupid shit while on the job)
She pursues a suspect without waiting for backup, even though Alex is shouting for her to wait over the comm, even though Alex's stomach is in knots because if she can just get there faster, faster, faster.
The comm goes dead and Alex wants to scream but Alex is trained better than that, so she just pushes the rookie agent driving to go faster, faster, faster.
When she storms onto the scene, Maggie's got one knee on the guy's back, cuffs around his pale wrists, gun drawn at his head just in case. There's a cocky grin on her face, but there's also a nice-sized slash on her cheek, and Alex is relieved, and Alex is livid.
"How the hell did they even let you through the academy, let alone promote you to detective, if you can't follow orders?" she half-yells as she paces in her apartment that night, wringing her hands together and not quite making eye contact with her girlfriend who didn't listen, who didn't wait, who was fine but could have not been.
"Thought you said I'm a great cop," Maggie responds dejectedly, and Alex freezes, and Alex softens, and Alex crosses the apartment to stroke Maggie's hair, to kiss the cut on her face gently, so gently.
"You are a great cop, babe. I didn't mean it like that, I just…"
"I don't work for you, Danvers. I don't need to follow your orders."
"But you need to be safe."
Maggie takes Alex's hands into hers and kisses each of her knuckles, because she understands her anger, she understands her terror, because Maggie feels it every time Alex takes a risk in the field, too.
"I am safe, babe. Look. I'm right here. Safe."
"Safe," Alex repeats, sweeping her hands and eyes down Maggie's body reverently, needily.
"Safe and yours," Maggie says, because Maggie knows.
Alex's eyes widen slightly, and Alex's breath hitches.
"So let's see if I've got this right, Detective Sawyer. You're mine, but you don't need to follow my orders," she says, her voice low, and Maggie gulps, fighting the smirk that's forming on her lips.
"Sounds about right, Danvers."
"Not to me, it doesn't."
"Oh no?" They're walking back toward the bed, now, Maggie heading backwards, Alex's eyes gleaming dangerously.
"No. Because see, Detective Sawyer, since you're mine, you need to come home every night to me. Which means that you need to follow my orders. So you can come home. To me."
Maggie's knees hit the back of the bed and she trembles with need, trembles with want, trembles with everything that is Alex.
"Oh, is that the logic we're going with, Danvers?"
"Yeah, that's the logic we're going with, Sawyer."
They stare hard for a long moment, and their chests start heaving because they're not even touching – but they're so close they can feel each other's body heat – but they're already nearly out of breath.
"Color?" Alex demands, and Maggie nearly swoons.
"Green," she barely whispers, but it's enough.
Alex shoves her backward onto the bed by her shoulders, and Maggie lets her body fall, lets her body stay pliant for Alex.
Because Alex is reaching into her DEO equipment bag under her bed, and she's pulling out DEO-issue handcuffs, and she's arching an eyebrow and Maggie is gulping and Maggie is leaning up on her elbows and Maggie is nodding, nodding, nodding.
So Alex slips a strong arm under the small of Maggie's back and pulls her up farther onto the bed, up far enough to slide a pillow under her head, to look down at her wide eyes and slightly parted lips, to wait, to wait, to wait.
"I think you need me to teach you to follow orders, Detective Sawyer," Alex tells her, twirling the cuffs around in her fingers questioningly.
Maggie can barely breathe, but she slips her hands above her head, and Alex bites down a moan at her submission, at the raw need in her eyes.
Alex straddles her and Alex leans down, kissing her mouth until her lips are swollen.
"Color?" she rasps again, because she needs to know, needs to be sure.
"Green," Maggie tells her, and Alex locks her up.
The DEO cuffs are solid and they're unforgiving and they're unmoving, and when she feels the cool metal close around her wrists, hears the faint whirr and click of the combination lock sealing, she grinds her hips up into Alex's body.
Or tries to, because Alex leans her own hips up, out of Maggie's reach, holding Maggie down with both her hands.
She raises an eyebrow as Maggie whines, and Maggie nods, nods, nods, because she can't move her hands and now she can't move her hips and Alex is looking down at her with raw lust in her eyes and fuck she's never felt this cared for.
Alex slips off her and Maggie whines, but sighs in relief when she realizes it's because Alex is tugging off her jeans, tugging off her thong, and Maggie's hips are arching wildly off the bed, compensating for her inability to use her hands, but Alex doesn't touch her, doesn't touch her, doesn't touch her.
"Green," Maggie rasps without being asked, because she needs Alex not to stop.
"No sounds," Alex orders, and Maggie bites her lip.
"Good girl. You're gonna get a little reward for following orders now."
Maggie nods desperately, fighting to keep her scream buried in her throat.
Alex runs her index finger up Maggie's inner thigh slowly, slowly, slowly, pausing just before she reaches her clit.
"Don't move," Alex tells her, and Maggie fights to still her hips, fights to still her ineffectually thrashing cuffed hands.
"Mmm, see? Following orders isn't that hard, is it?"
Maggie shakes her head, lip still between her teeth, and Alex crawls up her body to put her fingers in Maggie's open palm, to check in. Maggie squeezes down on her fingers, and Alex kisses her gently on the wrists just below the cuffs, then kisses her hard, on the mouth, at her signal to keep going.
She continues traipsing her lips down Maggie's body, kissing her, licking there, sucking here, biting there.
Every time Maggie yelps – every time Alex uses her teeth, every time she finds a particularly sensitive spot with her tongue – Alex stops, and Alex waits.
"Orders were to stay quiet," she whispers every time, and every time Maggie nods desperately, and every time she bites her lips and every time Alex kisses her writhing body softly.
She pauses just below her navel, pauses and looks up at the woman she loves.
"I'm going to suck on your clit, and when I'm satisfied that you're wet enough, I'm going to fuck you while I lick you. And you're not going to make a sound, Detective. Can you follow that order?"
Maggie's already failing, writhing and struggling against her cuffs, needing to tangle her hands in Alex's hair, needing to bring her face down, needing to moan, needing to gasp, needing to scream.
"Detective, can you follow that order?"
Maggie is wrecked and Maggie nods and Alex wastes no time, because she's just as wrecked. She moans deep in the back of her throat when she brings her lips down to Maggie's clit, because god she's already soaking wet for her and fuck she tastes she damn good and damn it feels amazing when she arches her hips up to meet her tongue, her lips, more, more, more.
And Alex gives her more, more, her tongue firm against Maggie's clit, mixing pressure with teasing in the exact pattern she knows drives Maggie absolutely out of her mind, and she knows, she knows, because she knows her girl, that Maggie is going to cum, and soon.
A ragged whine escapes Maggie's lips, and Alex groans, and Alex chuckles, and Alex stops, and Maggie nearly screams at the loss of contact.
"Alex, please."
"Color?"
"Green, Ally, please, please."
"Please what, babe?"
"Please don't stop."
"Were you about to cum?" Alex asks, even though she knows the answer.
Maggie just whines, and Alex arches an eyebrow.
"I asked you a question, Detective."
Maggie moans something inarticulate, slamming her cuffs ineffectually into the headboard.
"Say what now?"
"Yes." Her voice is small and her voice is desperate.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I was about to cum."
"There's my girl. But you're not going to cum, Maggie – "
Maggie groans and Alex holds up a finger questioningly and Maggie nods desperately and Alex slips inside her in one fluid motion, and Maggie screams.
"Not until you promise me you're going to get better at following orders. No more stupid risks on the job."
"Alex."
Alex arches an eyebrow and Maggie nods again, utterly wrecked, and Alex moans from deep in the back of her throat as she slips another finger inside her, then another, and Maggie's entire body writhes and her cuffs jangle and Alex could cum herself just from watching her, from feeling her, from listening to her.
"Promise me, Mags."
"Ally."
Alex's tongue drags over Maggie's clit, and Maggie's scream rips at her throat and Alex moves her fingers inside Maggie's body before pulling them out, out, out, and Maggie's entire body protests, and Maggie begs.
"Alex, god, please don't stop, please, please, Alex, I need you, please."
"Promise me, Maggie Sawyer."
"I promise, Ally. I promise, I promise, I promise."
Alex smiles, and Alex slips back inside her, and Alex sucks on her clit, and Maggie doesn't take long to cum, hard, all over her tongue, all over her fingers, all over her.
Maggie's breathing slowly, slowly, slowly, start to regulate as Alex kisses her way softly up her trembling body, kisses her way up her arms, makes quick work of the cuffs and tosses them to the other side of the bed as she kisses every centimeter of Maggie's wrists, every centimeter of Maggie's face.
"I can't lose you, Maggie."
"And you won't."
"Well, I won't now that you've learned how to follow orders properly."
They giggle softly, and they kiss, and when Maggie pulls back, it's with a smile in her eyes and dancing on her lips.
"You know, Danvers, I'm not sure I completely got the message. You might wanna show me again."
They laugh harder, and they kiss deeper, and they hold each other closer, because the only orders that matter are the ones that keep them together, together, together.