Pulp Fiction #26 - The Time And Place
Title: The Time And Place
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Steph/Kara
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #26
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 218
There are crimes to stop, mysteries to solve. In Gotham, there’s always violence and anger and hate, and it’s Batgirl’s job to be there, to stop it.
And Steph knows it must be worse for Kara. Steph has Barbara’s voice in her ear, updating her on where there’s trouble, where she’s needed. But for Kara, it’s every voice, every person crying out for help.
Batgirl is always on call, but Steph is still allowed to pack away the communicator at the end of the night.
For Kara, it never stops.
But they’re allowed this, they have to be allowed this.
Because they need this, Steph backed against the wall, Kara’s warmth everywhere, her weight pushing Steph into the brickwork. Kissing messy and hungry, fingers moving desperately.
Kara gets a hand down Steph’s tights. Steph shoves Kara’s skirt up over her hips.
Groaning into each other’s mouths, hips rolling simultaneously into the touch. No time for teasing, just insistent movements, fingers rubbing, pushing inside, panting and gasping for it. Rocking and thrusting, and the taste of each other on their tongues as they cry out their release.
There’s no good time for this, no good place, but they make it work, somehow.
Foreheads pressed together, shared breath and shared smiles, in these stolen moments between the fires and gunfights.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Steph/Kara
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #26
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 218
There are crimes to stop, mysteries to solve. In Gotham, there’s always violence and anger and hate, and it’s Batgirl’s job to be there, to stop it.
And Steph knows it must be worse for Kara. Steph has Barbara’s voice in her ear, updating her on where there’s trouble, where she’s needed. But for Kara, it’s every voice, every person crying out for help.
Batgirl is always on call, but Steph is still allowed to pack away the communicator at the end of the night.
For Kara, it never stops.
But they’re allowed this, they have to be allowed this.
Because they need this, Steph backed against the wall, Kara’s warmth everywhere, her weight pushing Steph into the brickwork. Kissing messy and hungry, fingers moving desperately.
Kara gets a hand down Steph’s tights. Steph shoves Kara’s skirt up over her hips.
Groaning into each other’s mouths, hips rolling simultaneously into the touch. No time for teasing, just insistent movements, fingers rubbing, pushing inside, panting and gasping for it. Rocking and thrusting, and the taste of each other on their tongues as they cry out their release.
There’s no good time for this, no good place, but they make it work, somehow.
Foreheads pressed together, shared breath and shared smiles, in these stolen moments between the fires and gunfights.