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Prompt: After a particular hard mission Alex comes home and just wants to lose control. So she basically drops to her knees and is ready to bottom once she comes home. I'm sorry. I am just a sucker for angsty sex...
Her nerve endings have been on fire for over eighteen hours.
She'd washed off almost as much blood as she had dirt in the DEO showers, and every one of her muscles ached.
She'd commanded her team and she'd gotten every single one of them home safe, including that rookie agent who had a kid on the way.
She'd been on her game, completely present, completely in control, completely focused, for over eighteen torturous hours with no let up.
If she'd lost control, even for a moment, people would have died. Good people. People who have other people who love them.
People she couldn't afford to fail.
And now? Now, all she wants is the woman waiting for her at home, the woman who'd texted her saying Winn told me you had a rough mission, babe. I'm so proud of you for getting everyone home safe. I'd love to see you, but if you need to be alone, it's completely fine. Let me know what's best for you.
But Alex doesn't want to let her know.
Oh, she'll tell her all about the mission, all about the way they almost lost Chan, the way she almost lost a limb, the way they almost lost Winter.
She'll tell her, but she'll tell her tomorrow.
Right now? Right now, she doesn't want to make any decisions.
Not anymore, not tonight. Tonight, she wants Maggie to make all of the decisions for her.
So she doesn't text back, instead making the last decision she wants to have control of tonight. She shows up to Maggie's studio and scrapes her key in the lock.
She looks into Maggie's eyes – Maggie, fumbling around in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and one of James's sweatshirts – and she knows, immediately, that Maggie understands, just from looking at her – just from looking at her slightly hunched shoulders, her doe eyes, her small stance – what she wants. What she needs.
Maggie says nothing, just sets down the dish she was drying, wipes her hands, tosses the towel down, and strides past Alex to close and lock the door. She licks her lips, subtly checking Alex's body for any outward signs of injuries.
Alex sinks to her knees.
Maggie's breath hitches.
Alex's eyes are wide and innocent and raw and needy, and when she licks her lips slow and suggestive, she makes it clear what she wants to do with them next.
Maggie tries to remember how to breathe before bending down and kissing Alex's forehead.
"Be a good girl for me and stay here for a minute. Don't move a muscle, Ally."
Her words are commanding, but her voice is liquid and her eyes are gentle, are protection, are comfort, are safety.
Alex nods obediently. "Understood," she whispers, and a thrill shoots through Maggie's core as she strokes Alex's hair gently before striding to her bedside table.
She feels Alex watching her, and her face heats up as her heart races, the sound of the opening drawer grating through the studio as she tugs out a harness, tugs out a strap on, and secures them both over her boxers. She adjusts herself so the base of the dildo is right over her clit, and she shudders with anticipation.
On her way back across the apartment – on her way back to Alex – she grabs a pillow, and when she's back in range of touching her kneeling girlfriend, she instructs her to lift so she can rest her knees on the pillow.
Alex rises obediently, but her eyes are fixated on Maggie's strap-on, her hips practically arching with need.
"Something you want, babygirl?" Maggie asks, tousling Alex's hair with an almost lazy – but extremely deliberate – hand.
Alex nods quietly, and Maggie understands.
"I want you to suck me off, Alex. Can you do that for me?"
A strangled whimper nearly dies in Alex's throat, and her eyes are wide, and her eyes are eager as she nods again.
"Good girl. Go on now, open your lips for me, baby."
Alex obeys readily, and Maggie barely contains a growl.
She tosses her head back and pushes her hips toward Alex's mouth as slowly, as controlled, as she can. Alex moans around the strap-on as she takes Maggie deeper, and the vibrations, the sound, the image of Alex Danvers on her knees for her, trusting her, loving her, wanting her, nearly make Maggie's knees give out.
"I wanna be in the back of your throat, Ally," Maggie whispers, her face hot, her heart hammering because what if that's too much, what if Alex doesn't –
But Alex does, god, she does, because Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, and Maggie's fingers tangle in Alex's hair as Alex takes her as deep as she can, bring her fingers to the base of Maggie's strap-on and pushing in time with the movements of her mouth, her lips, so Maggie has all the pressure on her clit that she needs.
"Alex," she moans raggedly, and Alex smiles even as Maggie fills her mouth, because god, she's never trusted anyone like this, never wanted anyone like this, never wanted anyone to make decisions for her like this, to take care of her like this.
And god, does Maggie want to take care of her.
"You're being such a good girl for me, I'm gonna make you cum, okay Al?" Maggie tells her, taking her hands out of her hair, off the back of her head, and offering to help her up.
"Understood," Alex whispers in a small voice that has Maggie wondering what kind of torture she saw today, what kind of hell she survived, but she knows they'll talk in the morning, in the safety of the sunrise and coffee and warm blankets and nakedness.
Right now? Now, she's going to make good on her promise to make Alex Danvers writhe and scream and beg for her.
"Bed," Maggie tells her when she's on her feet, and Alex walks forward obediently.
"Strip," is Maggie's next command, soft but steady, and Alex's wide eyes leave Maggie's as she removes her boots, her socks, her jeans, her shirt, her bra, her underwear.
"My beautiful girl," Maggie murmurs, and Alex has never felt this safe.
"Lay down and spread your legs for me." Alex squeaks and Alex obeys.
"Understood," she whispers, and Maggie is wildly in love.
Maggie kisses her way up Alex's body, from toes to knees to inner thighs, from clit to stomach to breasts to collarbone to throat to face.
"You are so gorgeous, Alex Danvers," she breathes into her ear, and Alex writhes for contact.
"Touch yourself for me, Ally. Show me what you want me to do to you."
Alex could cum just from those words alone, just from the intensity in Maggie's eyes, the way her look makes her feel surrounded, protected, held. Safe. Loved.
Valued.
Taken care of.
She brings trembling fingers to her nipple and she brings trembling fingers to her clit.
She pinches and she pressures and she obeys Maggie when she reminds her to keep her legs open so she can see everything.
"Is that how you want me to touch you, Alex?"
Alex squeaks and nods, and Maggie grins softly.
"With my fingers, with my tongue, or with my strap-on?"
Alex stammers and Alex can't form words, and Maggie leans down to kiss her forehead, and Maggie understands, so Maggie guesses.
"You want me tongue here," she suggests, gesturing to Alex's nipple, and Alex nods desperately.
Maggie smiles and gently lifts Alex's hand away from her breast, bringing her fingers slowly, deliberately, one-by-one, into her mouth. She licks and she sucks and she makes Alex whimper and thrash desperately, still touching her own clit, as Maggie wets each of Alex's fingers before returning them to Alex's nipple.
Alex gasps as her nipple hardens at the contact, and Maggie smiles softly.
"Good girl, Ally," she whispers, kissing her forehead again.
"And you um… you want me to stay on your clit, or you want me to fuck your pussy like I fucked your mouth?"
Alex gasps out a strangled scream and her hips arch violently. "I…"
"You don't have to say it, baby, just show me. Show me what you want, beautiful."
"Understood," Alex chokes out, barely breathing, and slips her three of her own fingers inside herself, all at once, because god she knows she's more than wet enough, and Maggie moans raggedly at the image.
"You're gorgeous, Danvers," she promises her, and Alex smiles breathlessly.
"I'm going to fuck you just how you want to be fucked now, okay? You gonna be a good girl and let me make you cum nice and hard for me?"
Alex squeaks and Alex nods, and Alex is wrecked and Alex is so, so desperate.
Maggie makes good on her word, her tongue working magic on Alex's nipple, her palm, her thigh, working wonders on Alex's clit, her strap-on stretching Alex out just like she wants, just like she's begging for, just like she's been waiting for since Maggie pulled out of her mouth.
Maggie holds her extra close when Alex cums, screaming and thrashing and gasping for breath, and Maggie whispers to her the entire way through.
"There's my good girl."
"I got you, baby, just let it all go."
"God, you're beautiful, Alex."
"Alex, Alex, Alex."
"I love you, Alex. I love you, I love you, I love you."
And god, god, god, does she love Maggie, too.