You said your girl "demanded cuddles" so I "demand" you to write a fic about Maggie "demanding cuddles" from Alex :)
It takes her a while to start wearing her glasses in front of Maggie.
It takes her a while, but eventually – eventually, when Maggie feeds her and Maggie makes love to her and Maggie laughs with her and Maggie tickles her and bakes for her little sister and protects her little sister and beats Winn at Mario Kart during Game Night – Alex learns that this kind of intimacy with Maggie might just be acceptable, after all.
More than acceptable.
So she wears her glasses now, nearly every night that she gets home at a reasonable hour.
Nearly every night when she gets home at a reasonable hour, when she curls up with a dizzying mix of medical journals, classified DEO reports, and Kara’s articles in CatCo magazine.
The first time, Maggie had spluttered and Maggie had stammered and Maggie had kissed her and undressed her – taking off everything except those glasses – and made her moan and scratch at Maggie’s back long into the night.
The second time, the third time, she’d done exactly the same.
The fourth time, Alex had taken control.
The fourth time, Alex had stripped herself of everything but her glasses and held Maggie down while she ate her out. Held her down while she made love to her passionate, desperate, hot.
They’ve long since lost count of the number of times Maggie’s come home to Alex reading in those glasses, now.
Long since lost count of the tickle fights and cooking together and reading together and fucking together that they’d gotten up to with Alex in those glasses.
Tonight, Maggie comes home and smiles and kisses her woman quietly, happily, because Alex is absorbed in Kara’s latest article.
She eats leftovers from last night cold, and laughs when Alex scrunches her nose in disgust.
She tries reading and she tries scrolling through her phone. She tries listening to music and she tries pouring herself a scotch.
The only thing she wants to focus on tonight is Alex’s skin next to hers.
She lays on the bed next to her and she sighs. Alex smiles at her closeness, but keeps reading.
Maggie sighs again. Alex arches an eyebrow.
“No,” Maggie defends, but her expression gives her away.
“Just let me get to the bottom of this paragraph – ”
Maggie sighs again, and Alex adjusts her glasses. Maggie gulps, because god, is this woman beautiful.
“What do you need, babe?” Alex asks after another minute or so, and Maggie tries the pout Winn’s been teaching her.
“You need cuddles?” Alex grins, and Maggie nods.
“I’ve given it a great deal of thought, Danvers.”
“Have you?” Alex flirts, tossing her copy of CatCo magazine onto her bedside table.
“Mmhmm. And I’ve concluded that cuddles are something I require.”
“Require?” Alex grins, pushing her glasses up on top of her head.
“Listen, Agent Danvers, you all might have cushy equipment and fancy creature comforts in your James Bond spy lab, but us lowly detectives need other things to sustain us.”
“Is that so, Detective? You need cuddles for – ”
“Sustainability. The safety and future of National City depend on it, Alex.”
“The safety and future of National City depend on my cuddling you.”
“You gonna take your clothes off and hold me or you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” Maggie crawls on top of her, asking with her eyes before unbuttoning her oversized flannel.
“Oh, so now you need naked cuddles.”
Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s stomach, paying special attention to her scars, to her stretch marks, to her birthmarks. Alex hums in delight, and reaches down to stroke Maggie’s hair with closed eyes.
“Objections?” Maggie asks, and Alex shakes her head.
“None,” she murmurs through her smile, and she sighs in relief when her bare skin touches Maggie’s, when they meld their bodies together and hold each other close, hold each other safe, hold each other intimate.
“You’re amazing,” she whispers as she combs over Maggie’s hair with her fingers.
“And you’re perfect,” Maggie counters softly, her fingertips skating up and down Alex’s torso, their legs interwined and their foreheads touching.
Alex pffts and Alex sighs, but she also smiles.
Because right now?
She certainly feels perfect.