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A Very Sanvers Christmas

Summary:

A collection of unrelated one-shots that center around Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer, written to help pass the time until Christmas day. Be prepared for fluff, angst, AU, and more fluff!

Notes:

Welcome to our Advent Calendar! For a little bit of background information, I, RoseWilliams15, will be writing for the odd days of the month, while my co-author, Rheah, writes for the evens. Enjoy!

Chapter written by: RoseWilliams15

Chapter 1: Date Night

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A phone went off from across the room and Alex groaned. She kicked the feet out from under her sparring partner and pinned him to the ground. He tapped out instantly and she ran over to her phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID. “Danvers.” She said breathlessly.

There was a chuckle on the other end. “Is this a bad time Alex? I can call back later…”

Alex blushed, recognizing Maggie’s voice immediately. “Oh shut up. I was just finishing up my workout.”

“Mmhm.” Maggie replied. Alex rolled her eyes. She knew the woman well enough to know that she was smirking into the phone. “Anyway, I wanted to see if you were up for date night at my apartment after work.”

Alex’s heart swelled. She wasn't sure when she would stop getting excited at the fact that she was actually dating Maggie Sawyer, but she hoped it wouldn't be any time soon. “Did you finally get sick of greasy alien bar food?” She asked, taking on a teasing tone.

“That, and I don’t know if my pride could handle any more losses to you at the pool table.”

Alex cracked a smile. “Fair enough.I think I’m....” The smile quickly turned to a frown when she remembered what day it was. “Actually, tonight doesn't work. I'm so sorry. It's sister night and I already promised Kara I would bring the pot stickers, if I don’t show, it could get ugly. Can I take a rain-check?”

“... Um, sure. Listen, I have to get back to work, I'll call you later.” Maggie responded, the cheer dropping from her tone.

Alex could feel Maggie’s disappointment through the phone. The worst part was that she could do nothing about it. “Bye Maggie.” Alex ended the call and turned around to face her opponent, who caught the look in her eye and shuddered. She smirked. “Ready to go again?”
***
Later that day…

Alex lifted the hand that was not weighed down by a triple order of pot stickers to knock on Kara’s door, just as Kara opened it, dressed in her full Supergirl costume. “Hey.” They said in unison.

Alex took in Kara’s outfit and raised an eyebrow. “Going somewhere?”

Kara nodded her head rapidly. “Yeah actually. Clark called and said he needed my help, I was just about to fly out when you walked up.”

Alex was taken slightly aback. “Oh-uh okay. Does he need help from the DEO too?”

“Not this time, but he wanted me to tell you he said hi.” Kara said making her way toward the window. “I’m really sorry about sister night, can we try again tomorrow?”

Alex nodded. “Absolutely.” With that, Kara jumped out the window and disappeared into the night.

Alex pulled out her phone and dialed the number of her most recent call, it only rang once before it was picked up. “Alex? I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later.”

“There has been a change of plans. Kara’s boss is making her stay late to finish a report tonight and she won't be able to make it to dinner. Are you still up for date night? If it makes a difference, I have more fresh potstickers than two girls could possibly consume.”

“Well, I was going to say no, but the pot stickers saved your case.” Maggie said in her signature deadpan. “Come on over, I just opened a bottle of wine.”

Alex grinned and quickly closed and locked Kara’s door before walking quickly to her car.
***
It didn’t take long to get to Maggie’s apartment and soon enough, Alex was knocking on her door.

Maggie opened up immediately, with a smile that put her dimples on full display. “Hey Alex.” She said before rolling onto her tip toes and giving Alex a quick on the lips. “Come in.”

Alex smiled and made her way inside the apartment. She had been here a few times in the past, but it always struck her how minimalistically Maggie lived. In the middle of the living room stood an old and worn blue couch with a red fleece blanket folded over the back of it. In front of that was a small light brown coffee table that was currently holding a bottle of wine and two glasses as well as two empty plates. The final object in the room was a mounted 32 inch tv that was playing a Castle rerun.

“Don’t you get enough cop talk at work?” Alex asked as she set down the pot stickers.

Maggie shrugged. “I like to pick out the inaccuracies. I can turn it off now if you want.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve always loved that show, although now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure that I am just in love with Stana Katic.”

“You and me both.” Maggie said with a smirk. “Take a seat.” Alex obliged and then set to dividing up the pot stickers while Maggie poured the wine.
***

Four episodes in, the potstickers were demolished and the wine bottle was empty. The girls had shifted so that Maggie had her feet propped up on the coffee table and Alex’s head rested on her lap. Alex had fallen asleep thirty minutes ago, soon after Maggie had begun rubbing small, soft circles on her back. Maggie checked the time on her phone and sighed. It was almost midnight.
Maggie leaned over and placed a light kiss on Alex’s forehead. “Wake up Sleeping Beauty, it’s getting late.” Alex shifted slightly and groaned. Maggie rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at how adorable her girlfriend was when she was sleepy. “Up an at ‘em Danvers.”

Alex sat up with her eyes still closed. “What time is it?”

“11:45.”

Alex frowned. “I should get home.”

Maggie brushed a misplaced curl behind Alex’s ear. “It’s kind of late to be out, you could always stay. My bed is more than big enough for both of us.”

Alex’s eyes flew open in shock. “W-what? Like stay,” Alex gestured to the room. “Here? Tonight?”

“Nerd. Yes here. But it’s totally up to you, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Alex bit her lip in response the butterflies that were beginning to fill her stomach. “How soft are your sheets?”

“Is that yes?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Maggie smirked. “Fine. My sheets are very soft.”

“Good, then it’s a yes.”

“You are something else.” Maggie said, standing up and offering her hand to Alex. “Come on, let’s see if we can find you something to sleep in.”