An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Alex knew Kara worried every time she’d turn up with weird bruises. Alex never gave her a real answer, how could she? There was everything wrong about it. She’d say it was a rough sparring session with Vasquez and wave off any more questions. She felt guilty for these secrets, these lies, but she felt worse about what she was doing in the first place.
She couldn’t explain it.
And so, her body shuddered upwards into a white-hot orgasm, pressed up against the wall, her black trousers pushed down to mid-thigh, holster dangling uselessly next to her leg. She came, her ass pressed up against cold, gritty metal and Astra’s fingers in her, pinned there by the gravitational field that was Astra’s body.
How can her body feel like iron and clouds at the same time?
the general sanvers fic that i have been roaming the wilderness to find, written by the wonderful @writerstealth, now completed
