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In daylights, in sunsets:
Alex thinks that Maggie Sawyer is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.
And she says so, once, when their elbows on Alex’s bed criticizing articles in a science magazine and just talking, because Alex has never really been able to honestly talk to someone in her life except for Kara. Maggie’s head is thrown back laughing at something Alex says, and the thought just blurts out of Alex’s mouth.
One of Maggie’s eyebrows comes up, and Alex immediately flushes a bright red.
“Is that so, Danvers?”
And that’s when Alex hears the lilt in Maggie’s voice, sees the teasing glimmer in her girlfriend’s eyes, and just smiles as Maggie tugs her in for a kiss. She’s still grinning when they break apart.
“That’s right, Sawyer.”
They finish flipping through the magazine, and Maggie tosses it into a corner of the room before tugging Alex to lie besides her on the bed.
“Tell me something,” Maggie whispers.
“What do you want to hear?”
“Anything,” Maggie says. “I want to know everything about you.”
They fall asleep talking, and listening, and learning, legs tangled as they’re laid out sideways on the bed.
Most mornings, Alex and Maggie are up before the sun, rushing to work and their busy but blissfully intertwined schedules. But it’s Friday night, and they have the weekend off, unless something comes up that their departments can’t handle.
And nothing does.
Alex wakes up with a mouthful of dark hair, pulling the strands free from her mouth with a finger. It’s bright, and it takes Alex a few moments of blinking for everything to come into focus. Sunlight’s streaming in through the windows, brightening up every surface in her apartment.
Then there’s Maggie, silhouetted against the rising sun, and Alex just lays her head back down and tries not to stare in a creepy way, running her fingers through Maggie’s hair, trying to catch all the stray strands illuminated by the rays of the light.
Yep. Definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
One special agent and a cop? Moments of peace are far and few between, but this. This turns out to be the calmest day they’ve ever been able to spend together. Alex can’t believe they haven’t been disturbed, even by the time she’s hauling Maggie behind her on the stairs to the rooftop, blanket and a light dinner in hand.
Alex might have found her place with ease of access for Kara and other alien contacts in mind (and the DEO liked having their agents in a slightly more open area instead of stuck in the worst of the downtown traffic in an emergency), and as she sets up their little meal on the park bench someone had once dragged up there, she appreciates the clear line of sight her place affords them. They can see right between two clusters of buildings, and all across one of National City’s biggest parks.
“Killer view,” Maggie says, grinning as she digs into her sandwich.
“Yeah,” Alex replies, looking out at the trees in the middle of all this glass and steel and concrete. Her gaze slides over to Maggie, who’s busy watching the traffic and the soccer game happening in the distance. Maggie, who’s illuminated for the second day by the sun and Alex can almost feel her heart swelling in her chest.
“Yeah” Alex repeats under her breath, grinning stupidly into her sandwich and not even bothering to justify it when Maggie shoots her a curious glance.
“Anything you want to share with the crowd, Alex?”
And Alex flushes again, almost knocking over her soda as Maggie tugs her closer and laughs.