“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” + alex/lucy

fiddleabout:

“Hey.”  

Lucy looks up from her desk to where Alex is leaning in the doorway to her office.  She’s not in uniform, the tactical gear traded for jeans and a hoodie, and Lucy smiles at the fact that that is definitely her West Point sweatshirt.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Lucy says, discarding the reports she’s working on.  “What’s up?”

“I’m caught up on literally every single thing I need to work on,” Alex says with a shrug.  “And so are you.  Let’s go get dinner.”

“Would if I could,” Lucy says apologetically, glancing at the clock and shutting down her laptop.  “But I promised James I’d get drinks tonight.”

“Oh,” Alex says, smile flickering momentarily.  “Right.”  It’s nearly ten months into this whole relationship thing they’re trying, the one that started when Alex got far too drunk at Christmas and kissed Lucy sloppily under the mistletoe Kara had hung up around the DEO: far enough in for Alex to find comfort in the easy solidity of spending almost every evening that isn’t wiht Kara with Lucy; new enough for her stomach to twist around itself because Lucy is going to get drinks with her ex.

“But you’re still coming to mine tonight, right?” Lucy says, shrugging into her coat.  “Unless you’re hanging out with Kara?”

“No, no plans,” Alex says.  “Yeah, I’ll be there.  Have fun with James.”

She smiles, too tight and narrow to be real, and turns to go.

“Wait a minute.”  Lucy’s voice chases after her, sharp and piercing, commanding enough to make Alex stop and turn in spite of herself.  “Are you jealous?”

“No!” Alex says too quickly to honest.  “Of course not.”

“Alex,” Lucy says, pulling at Alex’s sleeve until she turns the rest of the way around.  “That’s idiotic.”

“Gee, thanks,” Alex mutters.  

“You know what I mean.”  Lucy rolls her eyes and pulls on Alex’s sleeves until Alex is back standing in the doorway to Lucy’s office, wearing Lucy’s sweatshirt and folding in spite of herself under Lucy’s hands.  Lucy pushes up onto her toes and peers out of the office, down each side of the empty hallway, and pulls back in to kiss Alex.  “You don’t have to be jealous of James.  Or anyone.”

“Yeah?”  Alex’s hands finally move, curling around Lucy’s hips and tugging her closer.  

“Yep.”  Lucy kisses her again, biting down on her lip and then sidling past her into the hallway.  “See you later, hot stuff.”  She slaps at Alex’s ass and dances out of Alex’s reach, making it halfway down the hallway before Alex has found her balance again and waving with a flutter of her fingers as she disappears around the corner.