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Alex paces nervously in the living room, daring glances every now and then at the plain white package sitting unimposingly on the coffee table.
She knows what’s in it, hell she ordered it only two days ago. But to have it sitting here right now is not something she was expecting today. And to be honest it’s made her entire night a little closer to unbearable than she’d like to admit.
Mostly because she’d ordered this in a moment of pent up frustration, a fleeting fantasy, her head barely registering her actions until well after the order was done.
But now... well the frustration is still there, remaining despite Alex’s attempts to lessen it on her own. And it’s because she knows it’s Maggie she’s frustrated over.
They’d had a fight a few days ago and while they’d both apologized and agreed it wasn’t worth fighting over, since then Maggie has been working late and avoiding her in general. And it’s driving Alex crazy.
Mostly because she can’t tell if it’s random or if Maggie is doing things on purpose, but the past couple of days she’s been wearing her clothes a little differently, her tone holding a slight edge. And it doesn’t worry Alex per say, more makes her want to do something about it.
God she can’t even remember what they fought about but she’s sure Maggie is teaching her a lesson over it by making it feel like Alex hasn’t touched her in weeks.
And the things Alex is thinking about every time her girlfriend walks out the door has her-
“Hey.” Maggie’s voice suddenly interrupts, the detective closing the door behind her as she tugs off her jacket.
Alex scrambles to push the package off the table before her girlfriend sees, less than subtly kicking it underneath as she shakes her thoughts loose.
“Hey, hi! You’re home!” She stammers out, cursing the red she can feel rising up her necks and cheeks.
“Uh.. yeah.” Maggie lets out slowly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in Alex’s obvious state. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Alex rushes out, trying to shrug it off as she shuffles around the couch to give Maggie a hug and a kiss that ends faster than she wants it too. “Are you hungry? I figured we could make pasta or something?”
She all but runs to the kitchen to try and hide her nerves, hoping she can at least keep Maggie from seeing them.
“I'm not hungry.” Maggie mumbles, not even glancing to Alex as she steps up to the coffee table and looks around the living room suspiciously.
“Oh okay then, well how about a drink?” Alex offers instead. “We can relax and watch a movie?”
Maggie looks around for a moment longer, the look in her eyes making Alex’s stomach flip. But it’s only a second before Maggie shakes her head and looks back to Alex with an easy smile.
“Sounds good.”
...
The movie hasn’t got much longer to run, Alex trying to follow along with the new rendition of Charlie’s Angels even though she has to admit she lost track quite a while ago.
To be fair she can’t really blame the movie, she knows it’s good. But her body is wired, her eyes flitting down to the package beneath the table every so often, even though she can’t really see it from here. She knows that means Maggie probably can’t either but the chance that she could has Alex distracted.
So much so that when Maggie’s hand suddenly finds her waist it makes Alex jump, her reflexes kicking in so abruptly that Maggie looks across to her with a shocked expression.
“Sorry I didn-" She tries.
“No, no I'm-” Alex rushes out. “I'm jumpy sorry, it’s not you.”
Maggie just nods, looking a little nervous as she raises her arm up in a gesture for Alex to sit right beside her. It’s an offer Alex is quick to take, her head finding Maggie’s shoulder easily as her hands rest in her girlfriends lap.
At least it’s easy until Maggie’s arm drops down around her, Alex practically holding her breath when her girlfriends fingers start tracing innocent patterns across her waist as she carries on watching the movie.
The small sensations prick every nerve in Alex’s body, her heart racing as the minutes pass. Eventually she has to close her eyes to try and get a grip because she can’t help but think that this is half ridiculous.
And suddenly her flannel pants and tank top feel like far too much, Alex damning the choice and wishing she had put shorts on instead. Not that it would really change much considering the apartment isn’t exactly hot.
But when Maggie suddenly stops tracing the small patterns, the loss is instant and it has Alex almost reeling as she snaps her eyes open to look at Maggie.
There’s almost a heavy look on her girlfriends face, her eyes moving over Alex slowly before glancing to her lap. It’s then Alex realizes she’s practically got her fingers clenched around Maggie’s thigh, the muscle almost twitching beneath her fingers at the strength of it.
“Sorry.” Alex all but chokes out, embarrassed by how low her voice sounds with the word when she lets go and shuffles back a little.
“You're okay.” Maggie assures, her voice calm and even in a way Alex tries to match her racing heart to.
It doesn’t help all that much though, her nerves still flying everywhere, especially given the way Maggie is looking over her right now like she’s got a question she knows Alex can answer.
“What’s under the table?” She asks gently after a moment, her curious smile not doing much to keep Alex’s heart from skipping a beat and thundering against her chest.
“I..I don’t..” She mumbles out, her panic rising as Maggie sighs and slips off the couch to reach under the table to grab the package.
She puts it back on the coffee table, sitting back on the couch and looking at Alex with a raised eyebrow.
Alex can only look down as her hands play with a loose thread on a cushion, somehow hoping she can just ignore the whole situation.
“If you don’t wanna tell me what’s in there, it’s okay.” Maggie whispers after a few seconds, reaching across the small distance between them and grabbing Alex’s hand. “I just don’t want you worrying about whatever it is, okay?”
Alex nods, taking a deep breath as she contemplates if she should say something or just ask Maggie to forget it.
“Why don’t we just leave it there and if it disappears tomorrow then I won’t bring it up again?” Maggie reasons slowly, her thumb drawing comforting circles on the back of her palm.
Braving a look up, Alex clenches her jaw at the reassurance on Maggie’s face, how relaxed she is as she brings Alex’s palm to her lips before holding it in lap and leaning back into the couch to watch the last few scenes of the movie.
Alex is grateful for the reprieve, her nerves easing off a little as she watches her.
She follows the line of her eyes, the faint smile that edges her cheeks before cutting across her jaw and down her neck, her buttoned shirt open at the top from where she’s been tugging at it...actually Alex stops there for quite a while, watching unabashedly as every breath seems to draw a new line across the muscles near Maggie’s collarbone, how the white shirt is just creased enough to seem like it was thrown on effortlessly.
It just has Alex thinking about how many of those shirts she’s ruined, how many times she’s bent the collar out of place and torn buttons from their place. It has her throat going dry and her fingers tapping on the couch habitually as her eyes drag over every piece of Maggie’s skin they can find, her neck, her arms, the curve of her waist even though Alex damns the shirt again for being in the way.
She’s so fixated that she doesn’t even notice the movie is over until Maggie is standing up and looking at her with a questioning expression.
“Is that okay?” She asks.
“What?” Alex asks, blinking back into reality and doing her best not to give away the way her eyes are still drawn away from Maggie’s eyes now and then. “Is what okay?”
“I'm just gonna shower.” Maggie repeats slowly. “You ready to call it a night?”
“Yeah! Yes of course that’s..yeah.” Alex rambles out, blushing when Maggie just raises her eyebrows and chuckles to herself before sauntering to the bathroom.
Alex curses herself for watching so intently, more so when she finds herself getting angry at Maggie’s jeans.
“Not the bloody clothes fault.” She mutters to herself, waiting for the bathroom door to click shut before reaching out to grab the package from the table.
It’s heavy, Alex swallowing at the way the thought makes her stomach flip a little. And it’s enough of a reaction to have her at least curious.
So she rips at the edges a little until the tape is loose enough to pry off, Alex opening the box slowly like she’s half afraid the contents will jump out at her. They don’t.
But the black tie downs and fasteners do have her slamming the box shut quickly as the fantasy of what she first ordered them for surfaces and swims in her head.
Their bed sheets tangled beneath Maggie as she arches and pulls against the restraints, half begging to be let go and half demanding that Alex doesn’t stop.
The image does little to calm Alex’s restlessness, her frustration edging on something else entirely that has her forcing her breathing to remain steady.
But it all practically slips away when Maggie’s silhouette suddenly appears behind the glazed bathroom door, Alex following the blurry lines from her shoulders right down her legs until all she can do is look back up again.
And the only thought her body is capable of processing into action is that she wants that more than anything right now.
So the blush on her cheeks is nowhere to be seen as she carries the package adamantly over to the bed, tipping out it’s contents and tossing the box aside.
She’s used to the tie down straps, these only slightly smaller than the ones they use to hold down gear on their armoured trucks.
The only part that really takes her a second to figure out is getting it all attached to the bedframe. The top is easy enough given that the two corner posts are easy enough to wrap the ties around and latch together. But the bottom proves to require a little more thought, Alex eventually lifting the mattress slightly to attach the ties to the frame beneath.
And then she’s done, left standing at the foot of the bed staring at the set up across their sheets and feeling her knees go weak at having one piece of the image in her head laid out in front of her.
“Oh.” Maggie’s voice suddenly mumbles behind her, Alex turning to find her girlfriend at the bottom of the stairs in her black underwear with a...surprised? Shocked? Alex is so nervous she can’t tell what Maggie is really expressing right now.
“This was what..um.. the box..” She tries, running a hand through her hair as she looks between the bed and Maggie, praying that she hasn’t overstepped this.
“Yeah, I got that.” Maggie smiles out gently, stepping up past Alex and reaching to run her fingers over one of the straps at the bottom of the bed.
Alex just watches her quietly, clenches her jaw as Maggie walks around the bed until stopping at the bottom again and tugging at one of the restraints.
“So...” She breathes out, sitting down on the foot of the bed and leaning back on her hands somewhat casually despite her state of dress. “This is what a small fight and a bit of an attitude gets huh?”
Alex chokes at the question, words forming and fleeing her mind as the only thing stuttering out of her mouth is incomprehensible noises.
Maggie just smirks, looking to the tie downs again before flashing a teasing look at Alex.
“I should do this more often then.” She flirts, the look in her eyes practically daring Alex to follow through on the intention she’s clearly laid out.
But Alex is stuck, staring with her mouth half open at the way Maggie just smirks at her and seems to be completely at ease with this.
“So you're..” Alex mumbles out, clearing her throat as she shuffles a little closer. “You're fine? With this?” She questions.
Maggie just laughs, reaching for Alex’s hand and kissing the back of her palm gently.
“I am.” She assures. “I mean I figured a bit of the silent treatment and some tight jeans would get something, but this?”
Alex has to bite her cheeks at the way Maggie cocks her head and trails her fingers across the restraints, the knowing smile on her face not faltering even once.
“Well this is definitely something I can get behind.” Maggie continues, her voice low and intentional as she reaches for Alex’s hips to pull her in close, lifting her shirt to kiss at the skin beneath gently. “Or underneath, might be the better word.” She jokes with a smile Alex can feel trailing across her hip.
And she’d be lying if she said the assurance didn’t make her entire body go from a spark to a wildfire, her hands immediately trailing into Maggie’s hair and leaning her head back from her waist so she can kiss her instead.
The bourbon she drank earlier is still staining her lips and Alex moans appreciatively when her tongue finds the familiar flavour as Maggie kisses her back.
The pent up frustration running in her veins is suddenly edged with something else, like an adrenalin surging energy that reaches right to the tips of her fingers as they grasp for Maggie’s shoulders.
She tries to slow herself down, but when Maggie collapses back into the sheets with a gentle laugh and looks up at Alex questioningly, there’s little she can do to quell the way her heart races and her breathing practically stalls in her chest.
Maggie shuffles up the bed with a sly smile as Alex crawls after her, her knees settling either side of the detective’s hips as her hands fist into the pillows beside her head.
Looking down on her girlfriend like this has Alex waiting, unable to pull herself away from the sight of her eyes that look back with a hint of daring even as she smiles gently and relaxes beneath Alex’s weight.
“You okay?” Maggie whispers, her hands coming up to hold Alex’s forearms familiarly, her thumb stroking small patterns there.
“Yeah.” Alex murmurs, smiling a little at Maggie’s need to check in. “You're just...” She struggles to find the words, smiling as she drops her forehead to Maggie’s.
The detective just laughs quietly, Alex chasing the air that lands on her lips until she can kiss her and the noise changes to a sigh that has Alex’s hips pushing down instinctively.
Maggie’s hands slip to her waist, pulling Alex down further as she bites at her lip before her tongue moves over the mark slowly.
Alex groans at the sensation, trying and losing in her effort to keep focus between the way Maggie pulls on her hips and they way her kiss is leaving her dizzy. And she wants so badly to give into it, to let it take over and have Maggie’s hands guide her over the edge.
But her hips roll forward in just the right place and it has Maggie arching into her, Alex pulling back a little instinctively to see the way her girlfriends head is thrown back into the pillow, her fingers digging into her waist and sending a small sting through Alex’s body.
And she wants more.
So when Maggie tries pulling her back in, Alex just sits upright and takes Maggie’s hands from her waist, intertwining their fingers before leaning back over her and pressing her hands into the pillows.
Maggie groans at the gesture, trying to push up again to hold Alex. But the agent just levels her gaze into Maggie’s eyes and pushes back, pressing her hips down at the same time to make the point clear.
It takes another moment but Maggie ends up relaxing, her chest rising and falling heavily as she settles and stops trying to press up against Alex.
The submission has her breathless, Alex testing its limits as she lets go of Maggie’s hands and traces along her jaw before urging it aside to kiss at her neck gently.
She starts slowly, every kiss intentional and perfectly placed before she traces the line of faint marks up Maggie’s neck with her tongue only to start again as she tips the detective’s head to the other side.
It has Maggie writhing slightly, Alex smiling as she pushes her body down to keep her girlfriend still even as Maggie keeps her hands clutching tightly to the pillows.
And Alex knows her girlfriend has self restraint, a lot of it actually. But she wants to push over it, have Maggie give over and try take what she wants even though it will mean Alex will undoubtedly deny it.
So when Maggie muffles soft moans and whimpers against her shoulder as Alex makes her way along her jaw again before pressing her lips to Maggie’s and breaking off the heavy moan that is lost to it when she lets Alex’s tongue slip against hers slowly, all it really takes is Alex rolling her hips forward heavily into the body beneath her.
Their kiss breaks with a gasp as Maggie throws her head back, her hands dragging over the sheets to grab at the waistband of Alex’s pants and pull down forcefully to make her hips push forward again, the reaction it elicits on her face making the ache in Alex’s stomach spike as she threads her hands into Maggie’s hair and buries the moan that escapes her lips against her girlfriends neck.
“If you don’t use these, I will.” Maggie murmurs breathlessly, her hands gripping tightly at Alex’s hips and steadying her as she catches her breath a little.
Alex lets out a heavy breath, half laughing at Maggie’s threat to use the restraints and half hoping she’s serious.
“You’re really impatient you know.” She jokes gently, leaning back to pull Maggie’s hands from her body and rest them in her lap.
Her girlfriend just huffs, clearly getting a little pent up, which of course only makes Alex bite her lip a little harder as she takes in the sight and feels Maggie’s hips shift between her own imperceptibly.
“Can’t blame a girl Danvers.” She breathes out, all pretences in her voice giving way to an edge that matches her eyes as they darken and move down from Alex’s eyes to her body.
And normally the gaze would make her feel a little nervous, Maggie always having an intensity to her that makes it hard for Alex to breathe in the best way possible.
But right now all it does is pull at the ache growing low in her abdomen, Alex barely keeping it together as Maggie’s eyes return to her own with a silent question.
Unable to form a coherent response, Alex just brings Maggie’s palms to her lips and whispers mumbled endearments amongst the soft kisses she places there before intertwining their fingers and leaning over her again.
She presses Maggie’s hands against the restraints now though, Alex moaning at the way her girlfriends body instinctively reacts by arching up into her hips and Maggie’s fingers clench around her own.
The incomprehensible swearing Maggie lets out when Alex resumes kissing at her neck gently has the agent a little distracted as her fingers work themselves free of Maggie’s hold and trace down to her wrists.
Alex strokes her thumb across the pulse points there, her heart racing to keep pace with Maggie’s as it thrums beneath her touch.
But it’s a hard pace to match when Alex pulls on the velcro beneath Maggie’s hands to open the restraints and push them into place.
She has to pull back a little to see what she’s doing, Alex pulling the straps over Maggie’s wrists gently and dragging her fingers up the detective’s arms slowly. The way it has Maggie straining against the ties a little only makes the expanse of skin and muscle running beneath Alex’s fingers tense and flutter.
Maggie struggles to keep her breathing steady, looking between Alex’s hands at her wrists and her eyes, eventually just sinking into the pillows with a subdued groan as she clenches her eyes shut.
And it’s almost too mesmerizing for Alex to carry on, the only thing giving her the will to slide back along Maggie’s legs and get off the bed is the image she’s had locked away all this time.
It’s one that slowly comes together as she trails her fingers down Maggie’s thigh, along the back of her knee and down her calf until she can pull her legs open a little more to follow the same pattern as her wrists for her ankles and wrap the restraints there firmly.
Pulling in a shaky breath, Alex stands and forgets to breathe as Maggie lies here in front of her.
She watches her chest rise and fall heavily, watches the way Maggie wraps her hands around the straps at her wrists to hold onto something when she glances at Alex and realizes she’s just looking at her.
And Alex can feel why seeing her must be making Maggie restless, if even half of what she’s feeling coursing through her body is showing on her face then Maggie must know how far Alex’s desire for her is running right now.
Because this, well their dynamic has always been physical, it’s impossible to think that it wouldn’t be, but this is different. Maggie had always given Alex control, whether it was to make her feel comfortable at the beginning of their relationship or just because she wanted it these days. But having this level of trust isn’t something Alex was expecting to feel so much, the intimacy of it somehow making her heart clench along with the determination to prove she’s worthy of it.
So she tries to take her time, tugging off her clothes to her underwear and sitting between Maggie’s legs until she’s used to their skin touching and the fire that spreads through her body with each small contact as she shuffles closer.
Then she kisses Maggie’s thighs slowly, until marks form against her tanned skin and she can move up a little higher, drawing an incomprehensible picture with her lips as she moves over her hips, then her stomach and along her rib cage before finding her racing heart beneath her sternum and placing a lingering kiss on the skin there too.
Tracing her lips along Maggie's collarbone and finding her neck, Alex hums at the hitch in the detective's breathing as she moves up and straddles her hips, her thighs almost shaking at the effort to remain steady.
She can tell Maggie wants her to go faster, her arms straining as she pulls on the straps that keep her down as she tries pushing her hips up into Alex’s despite the agent being sure to lean over her at enough of a distance that she can’t really get that high.
“Relax.” Alex murmurs, edging her nose along Maggie’s jaw and breathing against the small spot beneath her ear that she knows is sensitive for the detective.
It earns her a broken whimper, Maggie writhing slightly as she forces her hips to settle and her fingers to unclench, but Alex isn’t surprised when she leans back a little to see that Maggie has her eyes closed, clearly concentrating on keeping some measure of control.
And Alex finds it endearing, smiling as she leans her forehead down to Maggie’s collarbone and trails her fingers down her shoulder, tracing circles around her bra strap until Maggie is pushing up again insistently.
“Alex..please..” She whimpers, pulling at the restraints for a moment before collapsing into the sheets again with a frustrated groan.
In a moment of relent, Alex gives in and pulls Maggie’s bra down slightly, barely giving her time to adjust to the cool air on her skin before her mouth is pulling at a straining nipple, her teeth biting gently before she’s stroking her tongue across the sensitive flesh to soothe the sharp sensation as Maggie arches up into her mouth.
Her other hand works to pull her other breast free, palming it roughly as the bra catches at Maggie’s waist as Alex continues to nip and lick until Maggie’s moans are echoing in her ears and then switching to let her fingers replace her tongue and paying the same attention to her other breast as the sweat on Maggie’s skin catches and clings to her hair.
And once she's sure Maggie is comfortable with the sensation, Alex drops her hips a little and rolls them forward as her tongue traces around the detective's chest in an intentional pattern in time with the motion.
The restraints lock tightly as Maggie arches into her, Alex repeating the slow roll of her hips over and over as she glances up to the sight of Maggie's head thrown back into the pillows, her shoulders straining against the sheets as she's forced to keep them there.
And the small sounds she chokes out, the way her moans break in Alex's ears amongst the racing of her heart, it's intoxicating. She could spend hours listening to the small changes, be content to find each variation until she's certain she's heard everything the woman beneath her can offer.
But Alex knows it’s enough when Maggie’s body starts becoming relentless, pushing and arching to try and get Alex to touch her where she needs her to. All that comes out of Maggie’s mouth is mumblings and deep moans broken by whimpered requests that Alex can only guess at as she finally moves up and kisses Maggie again.
It’s mostly broken off by the detective’s shaky breathing and little gasps as Alex trails her fingers across her stomach and circles her hip over her underwear.
And even though she’s certain Maggie wants her too, Alex still stops to rest her forehead against Maggie’s and urge her girlfriend to open her eyes and look at her.
“Okay?” Alex questions lowly, a little taken back by how heavy her voice kilts with need.
But she doesn’t care when Maggie nods determinedly, pushing her hips up into Alex’s touch with a gasp as a means of response as she closes the space between them and kisses Alex with a focus the agent is genuinely surprised she’s capable of utilising, even if it does only last until her fingers edge beneath Maggie’s underwear and slip onto her clit gently.
Then it’s just a deep moan of relief so strong that Alex is sure it moves through her own body and has her on the edge with only a fraction of willpower keeping her from letting go and instead burying her face in Maggie’s shoulder as she circles her clit slowly and firmly, the small shocks it sends through her girlfriends body urging Alex to continue even as she moans against Maggie’s neck at the feeling of having her on her fingers.
Circling around her clit once more, Alex presses her lips to Maggie’s neck as she lets her fingers push lower and tease at her entrance softly. It has Maggie’s hips seizing up beneath her, Alex only pushing a little harder to feel the muscles there twitch and flutter, every moan on Maggie’s lips and each arch of her body urging Alex to go further.
But she doesn’t, not yet. Alex just leans back so she can see, watch as she twists her hand slightly and press her thumb to Maggie’s clit as her fingers push up into her and searches for that one small spot that has Maggie fisting her hands in the sheets and pulling her shoulders from the pillows as her head throws back breathlessly before she sinks back down with a choked moan when Alex pulls back again.
And she repeats it, over and over, just to see each strain of Maggie’s arms and her shoulders as she tries to pull her hands loose, Alex knowing it’s because the detective would usually be holding onto her right now and she can’t.
The sight has her forcing back the rising ache low in her abdomen, Alex groaning as she gives in a little and shuffles around until she’s got her legs either side of one of Maggie’s thighs instead of her hips.
Moaning at the contact it now affords her almost has more of an effect on Maggie than anything else, her fists clenching around the restraints as she pulls at them with an almost angry growl before she lets out a defeated breath and simply raises her thigh up the slight bit the bottom restraints will allow.
It’s enough of an angle to have Alex’s clit pressing against her skin firmly beneath her underwear, her fingers currently pushing through Maggie’s wet folds offering somewhat of an appreciation as she pushes in a little harder and pulls out a little faster, Alex moaning at how easily her fingers move between the pulses as Maggie just raises her hips with each thrust to meet her.
It doesn’t take long before Maggie is gasping for breath beneath her, Alex grinding her hips forward against the detective’s thigh as the soft noises sound in her ear. It’s intoxicating, feeling Maggie give in to her so completely with the knowledge that even if she instinctually tried to take some of that control back, she couldn’t.
And of course Alex would relent it if Maggie truly wanted, but by the way her back just arches up for more, the way she moans Alex’s name each time her fingers press up into just the right place, she knows that right now having Maggie beneath her is exactly what they both want.
“Oh fuck!” Maggie gasps out, canting her hips up into Alex’s wrist blindly.
Her thighs try to pull together, searching for more friction to match the driving of Alex’s fingers. But the restraints pull taught, Maggie whimpering out her frustration as Alex drinks in the sight of her hungrily.
Every muscle in her body tightens and writhes under Alex’s instruction, the agent measuring the pace of her fingers pushing through Maggie’s folds by the reactions it elicits. She pushes harder every time Maggie catches a breath, pulls her finger up along her inner wall and rocks her hips into Maggie’s thigh at the way it has her clenching around Alex’s fingers.
“Please.” Maggie murmurs, her hands fisting around the restraints, into the sheets, anything she can reach as her head rolls in frustration on the pillow, her hair spreading across the covers temptingly.
It’s a temptation Alex can’t resist along with the pleas slipping incoherently from Maggie’s mouth.
She leans back over to thread her hand into Maggie’s hair, swallowing the sounds the woman beneath her makes with a moan of her own as she slips her tongue between Maggie’s lips, her hips rocking forward as the detective’s tongue slicks against her own in response. Alex thrusts her hand determinedly, pressing her thumb to Maggie’s clit firmly with each stroke and groaning with the effort it takes to keep pushing through the way she clenches around Alex’s fingers.
But god it’s worth it with the way Maggie has to break their kiss to pull in a sharp breath, her hands desperately tugging to try and hold Alex close as she buries her face against Maggie’s neck and nips at her skin as the gasps and moans grow in her ears.
She pushes in one last time as Maggie pulls in a shaky breath, pressing her fingers up as her thumb circles the detective’s clit roughly.
And Alex smiles against her girlfriends jaw as her entire body goes rigid, her chest catching with a silent and choked moan as Alex strokes her fingers back and forth slowly to draw out her orgasm gently.
Keeping the softer motion going eventually has Maggie sinking into the sheets again, her skin flush and glistening as she sighs contently and laughs a little beneath her shaky breathing.
Alex smiles instinctively at the sound, leaning back up a little to look down on Maggie and cast her eyes over the way she’s wrung the sheets and half thrown the pillows, the detective sighing as Alex pulls her fingers back slowly.
“Hey.” Maggie murmurs roughly, her voice making Alex’s hips roll against her thigh even as the detective gets her attention back by tugging slightly at the restraints. “Let me go.” She forces out slowly, her eyes darkening imperceptibly as she looks down Alex’s body and back to her eyes.
“That's not how this works.” Alex chuckles teasingly, just rocking her hips forward again along the detective's thigh and smirking at the way it makes Maggie huff beneath her in irritation.
It doesn’t last very long before Maggie grows frustrated, pulling at the restraints again and again as Alex grinds on her thigh slowly.
“Fucking hell.” Maggie swears, pushing up insistently despite it being clear she can’t get loose. “If you won’t let me out of these then at least come up here.” She insists, the tone half pleading and half demanding.
Alex can’t deny the way her muscles clench and coil at the request, her hands shaking as they drag over Maggie’s stomach to steady herself as she lifts herself up to pull her underwear off.
And with the way Maggie looks up at her as she shuffles up slightly, Alex suddenly feels the shift between them and knows she would do just about anything asked of her right now. She may not want to let Maggie out of the restraints just yet, but she does want to give in to the way her body keens forward at the sight of the detective's eyes watching and urging her to keep going.
But it’s only when her knees settle into the pillows either side of Maggie’s head and her hands are grabbing the headboard that Alex realises she might be in control, but she’s completely at Maggie’s mercy.
It’s a point proven when Maggie tilts her head and kisses at her inner thigh, Alex all but crumbling at the spark the small sensation sends through her as Maggie chuckles quietly at the reaction.
“You're gonna have to keep yourself up.” She murmurs, Alex barely registering the instruction before Maggie leans up and presses her tongue to her clit firmly.
Alex keels forward slightly, her hips pressing down against the contact before she catches herself and makes sure she isn’t putting all her weight down. But she panics a little nevertheless, worrying that without Maggie’s hands to help her right now that she may have hurt her.
“Shit, sorry.” Alex chokes out, lifting herself up slightly and making sure Maggie is actually okay.
“You're okay.” Maggie smiles out a little breathlessly, nudging her head for Alex to come back down. “Hold my hand if you want, if I let go then I need you to stop.”
Alex nods at the idea, one hand finding Maggie’s and the other clenching on the headboard to keep herself up.
She tries dropping her hips slowly, but again Maggie is leaning up as soon as she can and her tongue is pressing to Alex’s clit before pushing down to her entrance and teasing there in slow circles. And Alex swears the only thing keeping her from coming right there is the desire she has to look down and see Maggie between her legs, feel each hum she lets out vibrate through her as her tongue keeps circling her clit and entrance steadily.
But that in and of itself has Alex’s body on autopilot, her hips rocking slightly as she gasps. Maggie just grips her hand even tighter with the motion, moaning against her clit in a way that has Alex gasping and whimpering for more.
And god if Maggie doesn’t read her body like a map, because no sooner has the thought crossed her mind than Maggie pushes a little harder, her tongue slipping into Alex and pulling out again slowly.
It pulls such a moan from Alex that she’s half worried the neighbours will hear, but she honestly couldn’t care when Maggie continues and her hips just rock back and forth gently to match the detective’s pace.
Between that and the way Maggie opens her eyes now and then to look up at her, Alex quickly feels herself losing sense. Her moves are all reactive and she can barely control the breath being pulled into her lungs and it’s all overwhelming in the best way.
And as Maggie pulls her tongue back to circle her clit again, Alex can feel the knot snap low in her abdomen, her hips rolling forward in search of any contact they can find as her breath chokes off with a moan and her thighs instinctively clench with her orgasm and lock around Maggie’s head.
All the while she can feel Maggie’s tongue working her through it, every shock that jolts through her body matched with a stroke to her clit or the feeling of Maggie’s tongue teasing at her throbbing entrance.
But still, Alex notices when Maggie’s hand lets go of her own, the agent groaning as she forces her thighs to loosen so she can roll to the detective’s side with a groan.
She vaguely hears Maggie catching her breath, Alex more concentrated on how light she feels against the pillows, how the friction of the sheets beneath her is practically electricity on her skin right now.
But eventually she’s able to clear her thoughts enough to realise her eyes are open, that Maggie’s forehead is resting against her own as she whispers quietly.
“Alex?” She murmurs. “You with me?”
Humming with a light nod, Alex can’t resist the smile on her face as she tangles her fingers in Maggie’s hair.
“Not that these aren’t fun, but I’d really love to hold you now.” Maggie laughs out, her breathing still shaking as it falls on Alex’s lips.
Alex chuckles, getting to her hands and knees to crawl to the end of the bed to pull the velcro open at Maggie’s ankles before shuffling back up to her hands.
She kisses Maggie’s wrists gently once they’re free, the slight redness there already fading when Alex looks back up to Maggie and lets them go and curls into the detective’s side.
“So...” She breathes out, biting her lip at the smile that takes over Maggie’s face simply at the tone of her voice.
“So...” The detective breaths out in reflection, wiping at her face smugly. “Next time I want a turn.” She chuckles.
Alex just hums, not at all upset by the suggestion.
“Fine.” She concedes easily. “But I call not having to put it all away before Kara comes over.”
Maggie just groans, turning to bury her face in Alex’s neck as her arms wrap around her waist securely.
“We really, really, need to get a bedroom.” She grumbles, Alex just laughing at the sound and enjoying the feeling of Maggie’s smile against her neck.