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[wakeupfine]

I've got your number (Trinity Santos/Dana Evans)

100 word drabble, under the cut for ratings. Prompt from merfilly.

Yes, please.

Trinity is bone tired. It's a relief, honestly, for someone to tell her what to do. Someone she trusts, at least. Never mind that the situation calls for alacrity. Of course.

"Another finger, Santos." Dana has this way of making a demand that feels like a sweet request. "I won't break." 

Yes, of course. Yes, how's this?

"Look frail enough to me," Trinity says, smirks, settles into a smile as she does what's asked. It's a relief, too, sometimes, to drop the armor, instead of deflecting, complaining, fall into the haze. 

Yes, of course. Now. Yes.

Thank you.