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So, sometimes Alex got drunk. And sometimes she got competitive. And sometimes she liked to show off. Now was all of those times. Maggie was a tad concerned.
“Kara, Kar, Kar-Kar. I bet” Alex smirked. “I bet I can do more salmon ladders than you.”
There was no kryptonite in the room. Maggie watched Kara quirk an eyebrow at Lena and roll her eyes. “Alex I can fly.”
Maggie frowned. How many drinks had Alex gotten? She’d eaten at the party. The DEO’s first Holiday Party (which Hank had only agreed to if Supergirl would just GET OFF HIS BACK, and NO he wasn’t watching The Grinch Stole Christmas, but he’d bahumbug you!) was long since over. Most of the agents had gone home or returned to their stations. Lena, Kara, Alex, and Maggie had taken their drinks on a tour, which had ended in the training room.
Alex approached the ladder and grabbed one of the bars lying beside it. “Chicken.” She called over to Kara and jumped to hook the bar into the first ledge above her.
Maggie’s frown deepened. She rolled her shoulders and sat back. She wouldn’t say anything now. Not with Lena here, she didn’t know the CEO well enough. Besides, did Kara even know about Alex’s drinking habits?
The bar clanged as Alex went up another ledge, “Come on Kar!” Another clang and Maggie took a deep breath. Alex’s biceps bulged and her shirt was riding up her stomach.
Maggie glanced over to see Kara shaking her head.
“Bukaw!” Alex yelled and laughed hard enough she couldn’t make the next set. Kara was there to catch her. Maggie only jerked a little. Kara would always catch Alex.
That didn’t mean Maggie wasn’t irritated now. Worried was probably the better word, but worrying irritated Maggie. Alex needed to be more careful with herself. She flung herself into every dangerous situation, Maggie clenched her jaw, she needed to stop that.
“Alright, Danvers, I think it’s time for you to go home.” Maggie crossed the room and looked at Kara.
Kara nodded and sat Alex down so Maggie could prop her up. “If you need anything just call.”
Maggie smiled, it didn’t quite hit her eyes. She needed to talk with Alex about this. “I will, have a good night little Danvers.”
“You too. Don’t cause her trouble, Alex!” Kara turned to pick up the forgotten bar and Maggie turned with Alex’s arm over her shoulder.
Alex giggled, “Oh, are you coming home with me?”
“Not now, Alex.” Maggie sighed, she wouldn’t be angry with drunk Alex. She’d be angry with sober Alex in the morning. That didn’t stop the slight venom from slipping into her voice though.
That kept Alex quiet at least. They trudged down the halls of the DEO, Maggie trudged, Alex wobbled. Not a lot though. Maggie wondered how often this happened. How often Alex had to drink to get to the point where she could see past the blurriness. How often it took to not slur her words.
It wasn’t hard getting her on Maggie’s bike. Everything Alex did was just slowed down, like the alcohol didn’t impair her like it should. Maggie gritted her teeth and drove a little slower than normal.
Alex’s hands got grabby a block away from her apartment. Maggie rolled her eyes, at least this was a normal reaction.
“Alex, we’re not doing this while you’re this drunk.” Maggie slipped her hand under Alex’s arm and headed toward the apartment elevator. At least this building had one.
“Been drunker.” Alex pressed a kiss to Maggie’s head and Maggie bit her lip.
“Yeah, we’re going to need to talk about that in the morning.”
The elevator dinged and they stepped on. Maggie felt Alex shift as the elevator moved up. It was like she was balancing during a fight. Maggie realized that Alex’s reflexes were kicking in just to keep her standing. Maggie blew out a breath, what had happened to her?
“Alex, how often do you drink?” Another floor blinked by.
Alex hummed, “Every day.”
Maggie sighed, “I meant alcohol, Alex.”
Alex hummed again, “Every day.”
Maggie sucked in a breath. They really needed to talk in the morning.
The elevator dinged and Maggie walked Alex to her door, “Key?” Maggie turned Alex and leaned her up against the wall. Alex giggled as Maggie sifted through her many pockets and Maggie couldn’t help a breath of a laugh.
“Wouldn’t have guessed you as a giggly drunk, Danvers.”
“I’m a lot of things drunk,” Alex leaned down and Maggie saw her fingers come up to cup under her chin. Maggie’s breath caught in her throat. Alex was smooth as a drunk.
Maggie’s eyes slipped shut, Alex tasted like an assortment of alcohols. But she didn’t reek of it. Alex wore perfume, but Maggie was still impressed. Alex ran her tongue over Maggie’s lip and Maggie groaned.
But they shouldn’t be doing this in the hallway, probably not at all. Maggie’s hands continued to the next pocket and Alex moaned. She bit Maggie’s lip and Maggie gasped. They’d had sex before, several times now, but Alex was always at least a little reserved.
The Alex sucking on her lip and slipping her hand into Maggie’s pants was not reserved and Maggie was having quite the time trying to say no. It was still early in their relationship, she wanted Alex to remember these first times.
“Alex.” Alex’s lips slid down her jaw and landed on her neck. Maggie groaned when teeth scraped against her quickly heating skin. She’d found the key and she was desperately attempting to open the door with one hand. Alex’s fingers were tugging at her pubic hair and scratching her back through her shirt.
Maggie shuddered and finally managed to wiggle the key into the lock. “Alex, Alex, stop, please.” Alex froze against her but she didn’t pull away. Maggie bit her lip and tried to breathe as she pushed the door open. She stepped backward and sideways and Alex stepped with her.
Her hand slipped further into Maggie’s pants and Maggie nearly curled her toes in her boots. “Alex, I want you to remember this.” Maggie pushed the door shut behind them and tried to extract Alex’s hand from her pants. But Alex was leaning into her again and she was heavier than Maggie remembered.
Maggie’s back hit the door and she gasped again, “Alex, I want you to remember these first few times, Alex.”
Alex sucked on her neck and breathed out, “I could never forget you. I can’t.” Alex raised her head and her eyes were the tiniest bit glassy and Maggie swallowed at how dark they were. “That’s the problem, I see you all the time. I can’t forget you.” And Alex was kissing her again and her fingers were teasing against Maggie and how could Maggie say no to this?
Say no to Alex?
She hadn’t figured out how to yet.
Alex’s fingers slipped against her and Maggie pressed her hips down. She wanted to wrap a leg over Alex’s hip but her pants were too restrictive. “Shit, Alex” Alex hummed into her mouth with her next kiss and Maggie couldn’t pull back. Alex was wrapped around her and the door was solid behind her.
“Pants, Alex,” Maggie got her hands between them and Alex bit her lip in irritation. But she couldn’t move her hand right, not when it was trapped between Maggie and her tight jeans. Alex’s other hand came up and laced into Maggie’s hair.
Maggie wasn’t wet before they’d gotten to Alex’s door. She was pissed and disappointed and now Alex was all but eating her alive. Maggie felt hot all over and her fingers shook and finally, finally, she got her buckle undone and Alex’s hand pushed further down and onto her clit.
She scrabbled at her button and Alex didn’t even wait to pull Maggie’s wetness up to smooth out her movements, she just pressed and rubbed circles over Maggie’s clit. Maggie shuddered and nearly ripped her pants off. She hooked a leg over Alex’s hip and yanked Alex’s hand lower.
She couldn’t breathe, Alex’s tongue was firmly in her mouth and now her fingers were slipping against her and Maggie was starting to see stars. Her fingers dragged on Alex’s arm and Maggie’s right hand released Alex’s wrist.
Alex wasn’t moving fast enough. Maggie felt like she was on fire. “Fuck, Alex.” Alex pulled back to change her angle then leaned back in to suck on Maggie’s lip. Maggie slipped her fingers against herself, nudging Alex’s fingers lower.
Maggie groaned when two fingers slipped inside her. She pulled on Alex’s hip with her leg and coated her fingers with herself. Alex gasped a little against her lips and Maggie really needed to come. She worked her fingers against her clit and Alex pushed further into her.
Alex pulled back, her left hand against the door, and Maggie watched her bite her lip before she slipped her eyes shut and started thrusting against Alex. She pressed on her own clit and thunked her head back against the door.
“Jesus, Maggie.” Alex shifted her hand to give Maggie more room and to thrust deeper into the detective. She slipped her hand off the door, almost falling against Maggie, and cupped the underside of Maggie’s thigh.
Maggie bit her lip and groaned. She was close and Alex licked across her throat and rolled her hip up against the back of her hand, driving Maggie onto her tiptoes.
“Alex, fuck, I’m almost-” Maggie groaned and Alex pushed into her again. Maggie pinched her clit and jerked. Her legs straightened and every muscle in her clenched. Alex groaned as Maggie sucked her in deeper and writhed against her. She’d have bruises on her arm from where Maggie’s fingers were digging into her bicep.
Maggie slumped against the door and shivered, “Alex, shit.” Alex leaned into her and Maggie felt her smiling against her skin.
“So, you finger yourself like that?”
Maggie huffed and pulled her hand from underneath her. “No, I usually don’t hold myself against the entryway door.” Maggie frowned and Alex pushed into her again.
“Mhh, I like holding you against a door.” Alex nipped at Maggie’s neck and Maggie gasped. Alex smirked and bit down a little harder.
Maggie pushed against Alex. Normally, Alex had the advantage. She was stronger than Maggie and taller, and she could use her height to pin Maggie if she wanted to. But Alex was off balanced by the alcohol still coursing through her.
Maggie stepped around Alex and Alex had to pull her hand from between Maggie’s legs to balance herself. Maggie stumbled at that and just dragged Alex to the ground. Alex landed on top of her and the air rushed out of both their lungs.
“Geez, Sawyer, if you wanted me on top of you, ya could’a just said so.” Alex tried to prop herself up and Maggie used the distance between them to get her fingers wrapped around Alex’s belt. The cold of the floor beneath her helped Maggie focus on Alex’s buttons.
Alex lifted herself back onto her knees and Maggie yanked her pants down. “Shit, Alex, come here.” Alex laughed but moved up toward Maggie’s hands.
Maggie slipped her fingers between Alex’s legs and Alex groaned. Her knees on either side of Maggie gave Maggie plenty of room to work. She was so wet too. She hadn’t even been touched yet and Maggie almost moaned at the thought.
“Alex, baby, how do you want it?” Alex was already rolling her hips but Maggie wanted to know. Sometimes Alex just didn’t respond to her touch and Maggie really wanted to get Alex off tonight.
Alex leaned back so that her hands were off the floor and Maggie had to stretch up to stay inside her. “Like that,” Alex groaned and fisted her fingers into her shirt. “But slower.”
Maggie bit her lip and propped herself up on her elbow. If Alex wanted slow, she’d get slow. Maggie dragged her fingers out of Alex, just to slide them back into her. She pressed on Alex’s walls and Alex jerked against her.
Maggie almost sat up to wrap her other hand around Alex’s hips but then Alex slipped her hands up her shirt and Maggie’s mouth went dry. She was now three fingers deep in Alex but the six-pack so obviously displayed in front of her still drew the breath from her body.
“Good god, Alex. You’re beautiful.” Maggie pressed up into her and Alex slipped a hand under her bra. Maggie remembered the bunching of Alex’s muscles as she leaped the bar up another rung, Alex’s muscles clenched the same way when Maggie stroked inside of her.
She blinked and felt the wetness pooling back between her legs. Alex was all but dripping down her arm and Maggie desperately wanted to take one of her pert nipples and roll it in her teeth. But Alex was putting on a show, not that Maggie was sure that Alex was actually aware of that.
But Maggie wasn’t going to complain.
Alex rolled against her, head back and eyes closed, and finally pushed her bra up so that Maggie could actually see the way her fingers played with herself. Maggie stuttered a breath and pushed into Alex again.
“Alex, Alex, I’m not going to last much longer here.” Maggie shuddered, her arm was tired but she wasn’t talking about her arm. “Alex you’re so beautiful. I want you, I want you to be happy. I want to be with you. Alex.” Maggie’s chest felt tight, Alex was bare above her and she was coming undone with every slow thrust of Maggie’s fingers.
Maggie just wanted Alex with everything she had. If the alcohol still clinging to Alex’s tongue was her coping mechanism, then Maggie would out compete it. She’d kiss Alex every time Alex reached for a bottle. She’d tangle their fingers together until Alex felt thirst for a completely different drink.
“Alex, baby, be mine.”
Alex cried out and sank down onto Maggie’s palm. She shuddered and twitched until Maggie could pull Alex down to lay across her.
“I’m going to help you through this. I’m not going to leave you.” Maggie pressed a kiss into Alex’s hair and she felt Alex go limp on top of her. Maggie didn’t even try to get up. She just dragged one of the rugs over to them and covered Alex with it.
Maggie wrapped her arms around Alex and didn’t let go until the sun rose to scare the night away.