livewire (drabble, Gwen/Gunn, PG13)

Inspired by the prompt "ascend" at open_on_sunday.


She always runs hot after a heist, adrenaline backwash and triumph keeping her wired, sparking. She spends so much time keeping herself insulated; letting her power out to play is a high that’s hard to come down from.

Tonight she isn’t trying. Tonight, she’s climbing higher and higher, glorying in touch; she’s almost to the top. She’s afraid to let go, though; she’s not entirely sure the safety net will hold.

“C’mon, baby,” Gunn mutters, and she can’t keep the surge down. It charges white-hot through her, vital and blinding, unlike anything.

She cries, afterwards, so amazed they’re alive.