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Yung Dab’s shirt is halfway unbuttoned when she starts laughing into the kiss.
Kennedy frowns, pulls back; her hands are still working to undo Maxine’s button-down. “What’s your problem?”
“It’s—fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before,” Dab laughs. “You’re my lawyer. You get me off .”
Kennedy rolls her eyes. “And?”
“It’s a double-fucking-entendre, Shaw.”
“You couldn’t have waited until we were done to make your stupid joke?” Kennedy deftly undoes the last button of Maxine’s shirt.
“No.” Dab grins wide. “You gonna get me off or not?”
Kennedy kisses her again, just to shut her up.