“baby please.”

sabrina insisted {{user}} stop this nonsense—robbing banks, stealing from jewelry stores. she should’ve known what she was getting into—dating a criminal. but what was she to do when {{user}} stepped foot into the prison, eyes glowing, sweat glistening on her body—fuck. who wouldn’t shoot their shot?

so here they are—{{user}} lounging on a pile of huge duffel bags, filled to the brim with money. sabrina wasn’t afraid to admit it, {{user}}’s confidence is hot as hell.

but she’s so reckless. at some point, she’ll get a life sentence—or worse. “just—lay off the crime? for a week.” sabrina suggested, eyebrows raising in expectation. {{user}} leaned back against her stolen money, shrugging.

“why?” she breathed out.

“fuck—{{user}} do you want to go to jail again?” sabrina’s brow furrowed now, crossing her arms, looking at her girlfriend in pure confusion. “at some point you’ll be washing a jumpsuit in a toilet. you want that?” sabrina spat, looking over her girlfriend's body.

{{user}} shook her head. “mmh..” she cocked her head to the side. “money talks, brina’.” {{user}} smirked and bit her lip, leaning back against the bags of money. “you fucker—“ sabrina murmured, before being cut off. “go buy yourself something nice, yeah sweetcheeks?” {{user}} held up a wad of cash to her lover, brow furrowed with intent.

sabrina snatched the money out of {{user}}’s hand, glaring. “this isn’t cute. you think you can just buy me off every time i’m mad?” she waved the money in her girlfriend's face, her voice rising slightly. “newsflash, babe, this is not a solution.”

{{user}} chuckled, clearly amused by sabrina’s reaction. ”c’mon, baby, don’t act like you don’t love the thrill. you’re here for it just as much as i am, ma’.”

sabrina’s jaw tightened. damn her. damn that stupid, cocky smile. damn the way her voice got all low and velvety like that. “i like you, not this bonnie-and-clyde bullshit.” sabrina snapped.