[Like most in her line of work, Chloe tends to give more than she can take: steals when she can't stand being stolen from, cheats when she hates to be cheated, can choose to walk right out the front door--
She digs in her fingers, curls her thumbs against beltloops and the waistband of his trousers on opposite sides. They're both a mess-- reek of salt and smoke and stale, borrowed bedsheets-- the scruff at his chin scraping hard at her jaw when he covers her mouth with his own. It's fine. It's easy enough to sink into. Like sleep or a bad habit.
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She digs in her fingers, curls her thumbs against beltloops and the waistband of his trousers on opposite sides. They're both a mess-- reek of salt and smoke and stale, borrowed bedsheets-- the scruff at his chin scraping hard at her jaw when he covers her mouth with his own. It's fine. It's easy enough to sink into. Like sleep or a bad habit.
Like something she'd prefer not to kick.]