Elite: Anissa | Invincible (441 photos) (Patreon)

The field emptied an hour ago. The lights stayed on anyway.

Anissa didn’t care who was still watching from the path. Viltrumite recovery didn’t look like rest. It looked like this: skin shining, breath even, body still humming from a workout that would have put a human in the hospital. Short dark hair stuck to her temples. Sweat ran in slow lines down the carved lines of her back and disappeared into the waistband of the white compression tights that had gone translucent the second she started dripping.

She had pulled the long-sleeve crop off one shoulder on purpose. The pale blue sports bra underneath did the rest of the work. Every time she arched or twisted or dropped to her knees on the sand, the wet fabric clung harder. She knew exactly what it did to the curve of her ass. She had seen it in every glass storefront she passed on the way here.

Earth made her restless. Gravity was a joke. The sun felt good on her skin. The quiet after dark felt better. She stayed on the bleachers, on the bench, on the mat by the pool, rolling her shoulders, looking back over one of them like she was waiting for someone to admit they had been staring.

“You can come closer,” she said once, voice low, almost amused. “I’m not going to break.”

She wasn’t. Viltrumites didn’t break. They just got bored. And tonight she was bored of pretending the sweat and the stretch and the way those tights painted every line of her were only for training.

Anissa sat back on her heels, hands in her hair, chest forward, and let the last of the heat leave her body the slow way. The field could wait. Earth could wait.

She wasn’t finished showing it what a warrior looked like when she decided to stay.

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