#genre:femmeslash

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Turns out, Mel’s a pretty good girlfriend.

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“I don’t need a fucking script, Huckleberry!” Trinity says, furious. “I can ask a girl out, jesus.” “I mean, that’s weird,” Whitaker says. “Because you haven’t. Like, that’s what this entire conversation is about.”

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Whitaker slurped happily from his mug. “Are you still going to make your big move?” “Maybe.” She stretched out on the rug and cracked her neck, rolling the idea around in her mind. “Ellis is tricky.” “Tricky how?” “Because she’s not impressed, okay? She doesn’t buy any of my best material.” “She has a point,” he said, forcing her to reach up and whack him on the back of the head. “Okay, but seriously,” he said. “What counts as your best material?” “My competence,” she huffed, miffed that he had to ask. “That’s how you impress women.”

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Trinity switches to nights so it's only a matter of time before she ends up in Ellis' bed.

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If she thinks back, Ramona can remember so clearly the first time she saw Destiny on the roof, shivering and asking for a light. It was instinct to wrap her up in her fur, to want to keep her warm and teach her how to thrive in this life, not just survive. There were nights where Ramona would sit with a client, looking over at Destiny and taking in how she worked. The tilted head, the wide eyed innocent look she’d give them before biting her bottom lip, giving the customer just a hint of what she could do for them. Selling a fantasy that all powerful men think they can buy. Destiny was damn good at it. She even got Ramona.