He smells like liquor and smoke and cologne. She traces his tattoos, rakes her nails through his hair while he digs his fingertips into her thighs, grinding up against her. And it’s rough and vulgar and she knows God must be frowning down at her but she can’t bring herself to care.

(sleeping hook '40s noir mix)

[ based on http://fanfictionandcats.tumblr.com/post/70350204065/the-devils-kiss ]

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