Everybody Needs a Fence to Lean On (фемслэш)

Chloe lets loose a shaky laugh, rising to her feet with only a moment’s hesitation and shimmying out of her pants. “You sure this isn’t all an elaborate plot to get me naked, hipster?”
“Please,” Max grins, feeling bold and powerful in the dark. “As if I’d need to be elaborate.”
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Chloe's a drunk insomniac. Max is tired.