There weren’t that many children living in their building so after about an hour, everyone had already come to their door in costumes, calling out “Trick or treat!” and thanking them for the M&M's Minis Candy Tubes and Reese’s peanut butter cups Alex handed out.
Maggie held Gertrude, who was extremely squirmy at the sight of people constantly coming to the door, and all of the children wanted to pet her and giggled when she licked them.
“Did you see that one little girl dressed as Supergirl?” Alex smiled as she shut the door. “I want one, Maggie.”
“Another Supergirl?” Maggie set Gertrude down on the floor again who ran into the kitchen where remnants of their dinner – chicken and rice casserole – could still be smelled lingering in the air.
“A daughter. A baby ,” she said, going to her, sliding her arms around her wife’s waist.
Maggie looked up at her. “I thought we would agree to wait.”
“I know and I’m still in agreement,” Alex assured her with a nod. “I just really want one. I like imagining you taking our kid trick-or-treating someday.”
“I will,” it was Maggie’s turn to assure her. “Someday.”
Then, she pushed herself up on her toes and pressed her lips firmly to Alex’s in a kiss. “I should take Gertrude out. She hasn’t been out in almost two hours and she’s been excited.”
Alex nodded, pecking her lips again.
“We’re not doing anything for the rest of the night, right?” Maggie asked, she wasn’t in the mood for going out, but wanted to know Alex’s opinion as well. “There’s that stupid party at the alien’s bar tonight.”
Alex smiled. “How about we just stay in, watch the Halloween marathon on Netflix, and make-out in the dark on the couch?” She suggested.
Maggie tilted her head to the side, smirking. “I married the perfect woman.”
“And don’t you ever forget it,” Alex cooed as Maggie’s lips came to hers, sweeping her up in a hungry kiss that left the DEO agent moaning and trembling.
She felt as if her legs could no longer support herself as Maggie plundered her over and over again, tasting her as deeply as she could, swirling their tongues together.
And when eventually their lips separated again, Alex wasn’t so certain that she remembered how to breathe. “Okay,” she panted and slowly opened her eyes again, finding Maggie smirking. “You walk the dog. And I have to get some things ready.”
“Things?” Maggie asked.
“Special, naughty things,” Alex whispered.
Hours later, the television on the wall in their bedroom was turned on, Gertrude was curled into the tiniest ball at the foot of the bed, and Alex, completely naked and exposed, hummed with pleasure as she ate a miniature chocolate bar. Maggie was propped up next to her, watching the movie and drinking from a bottle of beer.
They were both feeling completely boneless and spent, Alex’s rumpled Halloween Batgirl costume and Maggie’s clothes spread haphazardly on the floor.
With the familiar Halloween theme song playing and the actress running, screaming and tripping – a horror movie standard – Maggie looked over at Alex, watching as she thoroughly enjoyed her candy. Even in the semi-dark with the bright glow from the TV as their only light, the detective could see the scratch and the bite marks on her body, the soft bruises already forming from where she had sucked a little too hard.
The sex between them had been shattering and breathtaking, Maggie had been slightly rough indeed, but only because Alex wanted it. Maggie would have never forced her to do anything without her permission.
Alex’s hair was a complete tousled mess, her black eye makeup was smeared and she had never looked more beautiful than she did right then.
“You really are the perfect woman for me,” Maggie said suddenly and Alex smiled to herself even though she didn’t look at her.
“I know,” she said matter-of-factly with a shrug of her shoulders and Maggie grinned, showing her dimples.
“You know?” She arched an eyebrow and it always amazed her just how endlessly entertaining Alex was to her. No woman had ever held her interest or fascination like her.
Alex looked at her then, lips upturned in a smile. “Of course I know. I know everything. I am not Jon Snow.”
“Nerd,” Maggie snickered and then took another sip of beer, watching her from the corner of her eye. Alex popped a miniature Reese’s cup in her mouth before she leaned into Maggie, brushing her lips across her cleavage, the faintest hint of the salt from her sweat mixing with the chocolate on her lips for an interesting taste.
“I’m guessing you want to go again,” Maggie said, closing her eyes at her lips soft, teasing touch, but they opened again when Alex suddenly straddled her, her knees pressing against her hips and her ass on her knees.
“Yes, please,” Alex begged and Maggie smirked, her free hand cupping one of her breasts.
The agent took the beer bottle from her, putting it down on the nightstand, and her other breast was then covered with both of Maggie's hands now. She moaned, grinding herself down on her, her hands holding onto the brunette’s shoulders.
“Alex,” Maggie moaned, feeling her wife’s wetness against her thighs, and she leaned in, fusing their lips together. “Fuck me,” she husked.
Alex didn’t tease her this time. This was pure, uninhibited want and lust. Rising herself up on her knees, she positioned herself so she could press herself against Maggie's right thigh, while she began to rub slow circles around her clit.
They both moaned against one another’s lips as two of Alex’s fingers entered into her tight channel, stretching her, her soaked heat squeezing them as they filled her.
Even though Maggie knew her orgasm was close - it always was after a shattering love-making session like that they had not so long ago - it still took her completely by surprise when it tore through her body. Maggie cried out, shaking, and she clung to Alex, her inner muscles squeezing her wife’s fingers, trapping them deep inside of her as she moved them back and forth in a scissors motion. When the last of the trembles quivered through her body, Alex placed a series of kisses on the side of her throat and pulling her hand out, she then wrapped both arms around her, holding her close. Maggie squeezed her arms around her shoulders, her breath exhaling sharply in her ear.
“I can’t believe you’re letting us do this with Gertrude on the bed with us,” Maggie teased, her hands sliding around to grip the cheeks of Alex’s ass.
Alex smiled, breathless, her lips parted as she panted, and she began to slowly lift herself up and then sink herself down, finding a slow, steady rhythm as she rode her leg.
Maggie grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a near-bruising kiss.
“You really are the perfect woman for me and I always want you, Alex. Just you,” she said, staring at her as Alex rose and fell steadily, never stopping her movement, as Maggie brushed her hand between her thighs.
“I know,” she nodded. “I do.”
“You have nothing to worry about. Ever,” Maggie furthered. “I promise you.”
Alex stared at her for a moment and she then shook her head. “You don’t have to promise me, Maggie. You already have.” She kissed her softly before resting her forehead against hers. “I trust you completely and I know I have nothing to worry about.”
Maggie stared at her, a tightness in her chest, and Alex shrieked out when she suddenly grabbed her and flipped them over so she was on her back and Maggie was above her.
It woke Gertrude up, however, and thinking that they were playing, the puppy began wagging her tail and came up the bed to Alex, licking her face, making her laugh.
“Damn it, Gertie,” Maggie grumbled with a false frown. “She’s ruining the moment,” she complained but Alex didn’t hear, trying to hold Gertrude off as the puppy tried to climb all over her and she subconsciously tightened her muscles around Maggie who was still buried deeply inside of her. Maggie sighed heavily. “I wonder if I put you in doggy style, she’ll recognize that one and understand what I’m trying to do.”
Alex heard her then though and smacked her in her right shoulder. Maggie only grinned.