Sanvers fic: the new normal
A little morning after fic for y’all.
Alex wakes up smiling.
She’s sore. But it’s not the familiar twisting, thudding pain that comes after a rough fight. This is a ache that runs all through her, pulses heavy in her thighs and abdomen. This is a slow, satisfied soreness that feels *good*.
After a fight, there are bruises too, but the bruises on her neck and stomach aren’t broad swaths of color from wild, angry blows. Carefully, Alex presses down on a few of the delicate little points of darkness, placed just so by Maggie’s sweet little sucking bites.
Alex turns on her side and she’s there. She’s still there, curled up in Alex’s duvet cover, snoring very softly in her sleep.
Ever the scientist, she needs evidence. Alex reaches out a hand and gently strokes Maggie’s bare shoulder. Alex happily concludes Maggie is warm, and solid and real.
Maggie grumbles in her sleep, and Alex starts to pull away. but Maggie holds on to Alex’s hand, pulls her with her as she turns over onto her other side. So Alex goes with it, snuggles in against Maggie’s back, tucking her knees in behind Maggie’s, kissing her softly on the shoulder before falling back asleep.
The next time Alex wakes up it’s because Maggie is whispering her name.
Alex loves how Maggie says her name. She wraps her arms tighter around her and hums, “Mmm, Maggie.”
But Maggie squirms away. “No, Alex…”
She feels Alex pull back, hears a soft, injured “Oh,” and hastens to clarify. “No, Alex, I mean, yes, but not now.”
“Someone is pounding on your door.”