In which Maggie and Alex love each other completely. Wholesome fluff. Because intimacy is in the little ways we tell each other “I love you.”
It was true, Maggie often got home late from work. That truth had hurt deeply when her previous girlfriends had thrown it in her face as proof that she didn’t think they were good enough. But it still hurt in little ways, ways Maggie often appreciated, deep down. Sore muscles from training reminded her of all the things her body could do, even when she felt her lowest. And she sometimes felt that hours of mind-numbing paperwork was well-deserved karma for her failings- something she would probably never share with Alex.
But Alex, it seemed, often understood without Maggie needing to explain. Not in some all-knowing, mysterious sense of mind-meld comprehension- Alex wasn’t M’gann, after all, but through the parallel training and long hours that Alex put in at the DEO. For once in her life, Maggie felt like her girlfriend was on the same page.
Maggie certainly felt relieved as each passing day made it seem less and less likely that Alex would leave because she had to share Maggie’s attention with work, culminating in the night, when, with Alex curled around her, fingers combing lightly through her hair, she managed to whisper her fears.
“I’m here to stay, sweetheart,” Alex said. “And do you want to know what I think?”
Maggie had nodded almost imperceptibly.
“I think that no one can be healthy if they’re only giving their attention to one thing. I’d be worried if I was the only thing in the world you cared about. I think anyone who couldn’t share you with the world- doing all the amazing things you do to make it a safer place- I think they didn’t care nearly half as much for you as you deserve.”
“So you’re saying you like me?”
Alex stuck had out her tongue, “Every part of you, Sawyer, every part.”
And Maggie began to believe her. She believed her because they would tag-team, one getting up to make breakfast while the other went to the gym. She believed her because Alex wanted to accompany her to a “boring straight-white-guy-donut-cop-type event” and got dressed in the queerest blazer possible because “we have to bring the party if it isn’t already there”. She believed her because Alex had figured out where her tension spots were, and would massage them automatically after a long day. She believed her because she began finding little notes around their apartment (technically Alex’s apartment, but in name only) whenever they missed each other between sleep and work.
“Got called in early to help Supergirl- just wanted to tell you I love you, and dinner’s on me tonight.”
“I’m so glad you got to sleep after work today, babe- when you wake up there’s peeled orange slices in the fridge.”
Silly stuff too-
“If you wake up soon enough, sleep head, you’ll catch the smile I left for you on the mirror, if it evaporates, I’ll just have to make it home extra quickly to give you that smile myself 😉”
And she wrote back- she waited for the fog from the mirror to clear, and wrote “Oops- I already miss that beautiful smile of yours. Better make it a quick return home!” and snapchatted the note back to Alex. And then “take as long as you need, though, Danvers. The DEO and Supergirl love to see your smile, too.”
Because she loved every part of Alex too.