An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
my other WIPS weren't WIPing so I took a break to write some Traynor/Ashley smut
Rating: Explicit, no archive warnings Ship: Samantha Traynor/Ashley Williams Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Strap-Ons, high tech sensation-transmitting strap of course, Sexual Roleplay, Power Dynamics, Clothed Sex, Uniform Kink, Rough Sex, Developing Relationship, Accidental Love Confessions, Sharing Clothes Words: 5300 Summary:
Ashley doesn’t really know what they’re doing, they haven’t talked about it or anything, but she knows it feels good. And it makes the whole staring down the apocalypse thing more bearable. If the world doesn't end and there's anything to work out then, they’ll work it out then. For now? Ashley didn’t come to this party to get all sappy. She came to drink. Dance. Yuk it up with the crew. Tap Traynor’s sweet ass in Shepard’s fancy new digs. Three down. Last one, work in progress.

















