Hey there, I hate to bother you but life is pretty hellish for me right now and praise kink Alex is really keeping me going, any chance we could get a lil bit more?
It’s one of those nights.
One of those nights when Alex is restless, reckless. One of those nights when Alex feels worthless. When Alex wants a drink.
When Alex wants nothing more than to lose herself in Maggie’s bed, underneath Maggie’s body, inside Maggie’s heated breath and even hotter words.
One of those nights when Alex needs to
be reminded that she is worth a damn, that she is not just wanted, but
fiercely, desperately, desired. Needed.
One of those nights when cuddling and pillow forts and laughing and exchanging stories about Pam from HR and Brian at the bar and their college crushes just won’t cut it.
One of those nights when she needs to be as reckless as she feels, so she can feel more worth it than she thinks she is.
Maggie knows. Maggie always knows.
from the feverish look in Alex’s eyes when she kisses her; knows from
the way she surrenders to Maggie taking the lead, the way her strong
body goes pliant under Maggie’s touch, the way she whines and whimpers
“Bedroom?“ Maggie asks, because she knows, but she needs to be as certain as possible, and she is when Alex nods eagerly, desperately, hungrily.
Maggie knows how she wants it when Alex stops next to the bed, tentative and breathless, turning and looking at Maggie, waiting. Waiting for orders.
“I want you to strip for me, Alex,” Maggie tells her, softly, and Alex bites down a whimper.
“Understood,” she breathes, and it’s Maggie’s turn to bite down a groan.
She watches carefully as Alex undresses – never, ever breaking eye contact, even as she bends to slip off her pants, her thong – and when she’s standing naked and open and vulnerable, waiting for Maggie’s next move, Maggie needs to make sure, again.
“Green,” is her soft reply, and Maggie nods slowly, surveying Alex’s body with nothing short of reverence.
“Be a good girl and lay down for me,” she asks, and Alex complies readily, with another soft understood.
“Spread your legs.”
Alex can’t control her whimpering, now, and she opens her legs for Maggie, trembling with need to be taken, and to be taken care of.
Alex, you’re perfect. You know that?” Maggie kneels at the edge of the
bed and kisses her feet, her shins, her knees, her thighs.
She punctuates each kiss, each lick, each soft nip, with praise for the woman who deserves it more than anyone but has always gotten it less than anyone.
“You are so brilliant, Alex.”
“I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as the woman laying underneath me right now, babe.”
“I am so lucky to be with you, Ally. You are so damn perfect.”
pants and Alex sighs and tears sting Alex’s eyes and she tangles her
fingers in Maggie’s hair and begs for more, begs to be taken completely,
please please please, I’m yours Maggie, please make me yours.
And Maggie does.
“God, you taste amazing, you know that, Alex. My amazing woman.”
“Alex Danvers, you are so fucking wet for me. Be a good girl and tell me what you want next.”
“That’s right babe, you’re moving so good for me, my perfect girl.”
“Oh Alex, you like when I stretch you out like this? Yeah? Be a good girl and show me how much you like it, babygirl.”
“I love having your nipples in my mouth, you know that, babe? They get so damn hard under my tongue, it’s so hot, Alex. You’re so hot.”
“Your body is so fucking perfect. Reflects what’s on the inside, huh?”
“You wanna be a good girl and cum all around my fingers, Ally? Let me feel you tight and pulsing for me, there’s my good girl.”
“Mine, Alex Danvers. All mine.”
Alex screams her throat raw on Maggie’s name, on filthy strings of curses she didn’t realize she knew until Maggie started whispering in her ears, started talking her into sweet oblivion, perfect ecstasy.
yours, Maggie. Yours,” she whispers when she comes down from her high,
from her waves, from her thoroughly wrecked release.
“And I’m yours, sweetie. I’m all yours.”