Can we get a (smutty maybe?) continuation of the basketball fic? please *puppy dog eyes*
Oh what, you mean this basketball fic? ;) I live to serve :-P https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/165342369084/so-i-joined-my-schools-basketball-team-in-the
Much like the game, the night goes by in a blur for Maggie.
Alex holds her hand – since when did thanking her for helping her sister out of a tough spot necessitate hand-holding? but Maggie isn’t about to complain – as she brings her around to meet all her teammates, always introducing her as “the girl who decked Max Lord because he wouldn’t leave Kara alone.”
It doesn’t surprise Maggie that Alex doesn’t have to say “my sister Kara” – that they all know her little sister by name. It doesn’t surprise her, but it makes her like Alex that much more.
“Can I get you a drink?” Alex shouts into her ear at one point, music blasting so loud it’s in Maggie’s bones. Or maybe that’s just Alex’s proximity.
“I uh – “
“Coke or Pepsi? Coach won’t let us have anything else, and not even too much of that.” Alex squinches her face in playful disapproval, and Maggie laughs. Which makes Alex laugh.
Maggie decides she loves the way Alex laughs.
“So,” Alex says a little later, her voice quieter as they step outside of the loud, college-run bar, the cool night air making Maggie shiver. Alex immediately slips out of her team jacket and puts it around Maggie’s shoulders. It’s oversized on her, and she wonders if she looks stupid. The look in Alex’s eyes indicates that she certainly doesn’t think so.
“So,” Alex begins again. “You’re a lesbian, right? Or bi? I mean… I guess I’m asking if you know what I meant when I said date. I didn’t mean like, as friends. I meant like, I know who you are because my sister always talks about you and you’re so good to her, and then I met you and you’re drop dead gorgeous, so I wanted to take you on a date. Like, a romantic date. With romance and such.”
Maggie watches Alex ramble with slightly parted lips and a hammering heart that feels like it’s about to fly out of her chest.
“Well,” she ventures, Alex’s recent struggles with language ironically helping her find her own, “you’ve already introduced me to your friends, gotten me a drink, and took your jacket off for me because I shivered. So I’d say you’re doing alright on the romance front, Danvers.”
Alex’s eyes gleam, almost like they do on the court, but different, somehow. Quieter. Less about victory, more about… sheer joy.
“Yeah?” she croaks, and Maggie swoons at the way this suave, larger-than-life, captain-of-the-basketball-team, sexier-than-sin woman is looking at her. Like she wants to kiss her.
Hell, like she wants to do so much more than kiss her.
“Yes,” Maggie manages to whisper, and she licks her lips just as Alex looks down at them.
“Can I?” Alex asks, and Maggie reaches up to dangle her elbows off Alex’s shoulders.
Alex’s jacket slips off Maggie’s body and falls to the ground.
Neither of them notice, as Alex’s hands find Maggie’s waist.
“Yes,” Maggie whispers again, and when Alex Danvers kisses her, it’s like her entire world stills and spins at the same time. Like the entire world explodes in ecstasy and settles in quiet worship, all at once.
“Maggie,” Alex murmurs against her lips after Maggie parts them for her tongue, after Maggie lets her hips press flush into Alex’s body, after Maggie tangles her hands in Alex’s hair, just like she’d wanted to do during the game.
Maggie freezes, and Alex shakes her head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just – I don’t wanna be too forward, but uh… do you wanna come back to my room? My roommate’s away this weekend and I – we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, obviously, but I – “
Alex’s breath is cut off by Maggie’s lips, first on her mouth, then hovering next to her ear.
“Shut up and take me home, Danvers,” Maggie whispers, and when Alex barely bites down a moan as she squats to pick up her jacket and take Maggie’s hand on the way up, Maggie wonders how and when she got this bold.
But she’s pretty sure it has to do with Alex Danvers.