Uh-hum, so this is my first story for Life Is Strange. Completely obsessed with the game, and even more obsessed with Chloe and Max. After listening to a song by Halsey of the same name, the brainstorm can l came in and I had to start writing.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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This wasn't like her at all. Ask any of her friends and that's what they'll say. They'd say she was a nice girl who almost always did her work, took pictures, sketched in her book, et cetera.
And she was tired of them saying that.
Maxine, er, Max Caulfield was tired of being "predictable" and "the typical good girl". Maybe that was her best friend rubbing off on her, but she didn't care. She liked it that way.
Was she even allowed to say 'best friend' after right now? After all those times before?
No shit, she wasn't. The term was girlfriend now. But her girlfriend could still be her best friend, right? Those many months of flirting had to count for something. Maybe it was the fact that neither of them had the nerve to say it out loud, while equally knowing that the feeling was there. Regardless-
"C-Chloe..." she whimpered softly.
Said girl locked gazes with Max and slowed her movements, backing away slightly from between the girl's legs.
"Don't tell me you're going chickenshit on me now." Chloe said with a smirk and raised eyebrow.
"No...I just..." Max blushed a bit. "Do we have to be in my dorm bathroom?" There you go again, Max. Being the typical cautious girl.
"Step-dick is home and your room is too close to the other chicks here. The walls are thicker because of the showers." Chloe said, then grinned mischieviously. "Are you really afraid of someone walking in?"
"Just a little..." Max admitted.
"Well it's not like you can't just rewind and warn me before they come in." Chloe said.
"I told you, I don't want to abuse my power." Max said
"Leave it to you to think straight, even though you're not." Chloe said and laughed. "I can turn on the showers if that'll make you feel better. Lock the door."
"I...guess that'll work..." Max said.
Chloe chuckled and stood up straight. She walked up to the showers, ducking into the first one. She grabbed onto the lever and switched it on. She then moved to the next one and turned it on as well, followed by locking the bathroom door.
"There, satisfied?" she asked ad she strutted back up to Max. She placed her hands at the brunette's hips.
"Definitely." Max said.
She reached up and laced her fingers through Chloe's colored locks, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a kiss. A smoldering heat developed slowly in the pit of her stomach, a familiar heat that she experienced since being back with Chloe. Just more intense.
Chloe inched her back on the sink counter until Max's back was pressed against the mirror. Max felt the cool of the glass seep into her shirt and she shuddered. Chloe smirked slightly and inched her hands under Max's shirt, flattening her palms on her hips and splaying her fingers out a bit. She brushed her thumbs against Max's skin which made the shorter girl utter a sigh.
Taking advantage of Max's parted lips Chloe grazed her tongue along her lower lip, requesting entrance before easing her way in. Max urged her tongue forward to meet Chloe's and net fingers tightened in her hair upon meet. She placed her legs around her waist, closing what little distance was left between them and making Chloe's hands slip from her waist to the counter.
Chloe backed away, smiling. "Kinda leaning here, Mad Max."
"Oh, sorry..." Max said.
"Chill, I got better access like this anyway." Chloe said, proving her point by nipping at Max's collarbone. She earned a soft sigh in response.
Chloe inched her hands back up Max's side, slipping beneath her shirt once more. The tips of her fingers were cool and they leave a trail of shivers behind, which raise goosebumps on the brunettes back and arms. Max bit her lip when Chloe's painted finger prodded at her bra before forcing it's way under. Her hand cupped her breast and Max let out a gentle squeak, her hand tugging eagerly at Chloe's hair. Chloe smirked a bit as she coaxed out a bruise on Max's neck before running her tongue over it to soothe the discomfort.
The older teen, being the ever-so experienced girl she was, guided her hand to Max's back and unclasped her bra (admittedly with a bit of struggle, but she never admit to that) and it loosened in the front, giving her more room to tease. She pinched Max's nipple between her finger and the girl whined impatiently when she tugged. Her peak being rolled between the two digits provided a breathy moan. The hand, however, was gone all too soon when Chloe leaned back a bit and gripped the hem of Max's shirt in a silent request to raise her arms.
Blushing slightly Max raised her arms up and Chloe pulled the offensive clothing over her head, also catching the bra before it could hit the ground. She set them aside and gazed at Max now partially naked before her, her blush spreading to her upper chest and revealing her freckles.
"Have I ever told you how hella cute you are when you're flustered?" Chloe said in an almost whisper.
The corners of Max's lips twitched and gave into an embarrassed smile. "Dork..." she managed.
"But you love me for it." Chloe said smugly before capturing her lips.
Her hands found their way back to Max's breasts, fondling both at once. Her fingers kneading and traveling along her mounds made Max whimper against Chloe's mouth and press harder to her. Chloe's lips passed down her jaw and neck, ghosting over the fresh love bite she just gave, as her hands slid down to Max's jeans. Max's hips urged forward instinctively, assisted by Chloe's hands hooking under her knees and pulling her towards the edge of the counter. She herself took a step back and wriggled her hands between them to undo her belt and zipper. She curved her hand in such a way that her knuckles grazed the crease in the photographer's jeans, earning her a gasp of anticipation.
It was then that Max briefly noticed the stream gathering in the shower room. The heat built around her along with her self body temperature from what Chloe was doing to her. She knew that if she looked at the mirrors she'd see foggy reflections of her and the bluenette with beads of water running down the glass. It would be a nice shot, probably.
Her imagery was jerked from her thoughts when she felt Chloe's mouth latch onto a pert nipple and she let out a pitiful mewl that rang in Chloe's ears. Her chest jutted forward slightly as her head tilted back. Her fingers weaved their way back into Chloe's locks and they gave a hesitant, needy tug. Chloe replied with a gentle roll of her nipple betwixt her teeth and Max whined.
"Fuck, Che..." she got out. She didn't have to look at Chloe to know that she pulled away to give her an all knowing grin.
She felt Chloe tug at her jeans and lifted her hips just enough for her to pull them down, leaving her boy shorts behind purposely. The next time she felt Chloe's lips are on her cheek with a huff of breath tickling her ear. Chloe's hand stroked her waist and she hooked a finger under her waistband, snapping it against her. That caused Max to jerk slightly against her hand.
Max sensed a familiar weight settling in her stomach, a ball of heat melting down between her legs. She clutched at Chloe's sleeve and tempted to guide her hand where she oh so desperately needed to be relieved, but the taller girl wasn't having it.
"No way, Caulfield." Chloe said softly, and the sultry tone in her voice added to the furnace beneath her waist. "You're not getting off that easy."
Had her mind not of been hazy, Max would've swatted her on the arm for that pun.
But her mind was hazy and all she could manage was a desperate whimper.
Chloe's middle and ring finger glided down her stomach, awakening the thousands of butterflies that Max tried so hard to keep at ease. The fluttering found its way to her core and the burn became unmanageable. "C-Chloe...I swear to Dog-" Her threat was cut short due to Chloe rubbing circles against her slit. It blended into a moan.
"What was that?" Chloe said cockily.
Max mustered a harsh shove to the shoulder. Her frustration passed and the void was filled with pleasure as her girlfriend continued to toy with her sensitive spot. The cloth of her underwear applied extra friction and she did all but cuss Chloe out for teasing her. Her pathetically adorable moans for relief were answered when Chloe finally dipped her hand below her boy shorts and flicked a finger at her clit. She hissed and her nails dug into Chloe's scalp.
"How bad do you want this?" Chloe nipped at her earlobe.
Max, being ever so stubborn, clamped her teeth down on her lower lip and squeaked. Chloe stayed relentless and geared her fingers over her nub again.
"Say it, Caulfield." The way the bluenette practically growled the words almost made her cave.
Fuck, Max loved when she sounded like that.
Chloe inched her digits further into Max's underwear and curled her fingers upward, almost going inside the quivering girl. She gave another flick from her thumb, this time going down to lap at Max's peaks. It was torturous.
"I want it..!" Max said in a pleasantly begging tone. "Please, Chloe, I want it so bad..."
"That's what I wanted to hear." Chloe said with a victorious grin.
She withdrew her hand and cleaved the younger girl of her boy shorts, leaving her completely naked before her. She knelt down and buried the lower half of her face between Max's thighs. She breathed once and the heat rolled over Max's lower lips, the response being Max's hips buck upward slightly. Chloe marveled at how sexy and adorable one could look in the same instant. It was one of the many things that she loved about Max Caulfield.
Chloe tore her drifting thoughts away and returned to the task at hand. Her tongue emerged from her parted lips and glided over Max's labia, causing her to moan suddenly. The tip of her tongue prodded between her folds in search of her clit. She knew she'd found it when Max swore under her hitching breath. Chloe's fingers ventured forward and she gently thrusted into Max's entrance.
"Chloe..!" Max cried out upon the older teen curling her fingers against her inner walls.
Chloe's heart skipped at how Max said her name. She loved when she could make the young photographer scream her name, pleading for her to keep going. It was a song that her voice played on her nerves. The bluenette traced her tongue against Max's crevice again with more pressure, along with picking up the pace of her fingers. She sought out the second spot that would, without a doubt, make Max wail her name again.
With her free hand she moved Max's legs further apart to open her up more. Max blushed terribly and threw her head back as another moan tumbled from her vocal chords. Her back arched when she felt Chloe's fingers graze her g-spot. She writhed and ground her hips against Chloe's hand, a telltale sign for the tattooed teen that she'd found it.
The still developing knot of heat in Max's abdomen worked its way through her veins, flooding her with the sense of fire possessing her. Her cries escalated to barely restrained screams as she honed in on her approaching climax.
Chloe picked up on this as well. "You gonna cum for me, Maxie?" she purred before enclosing her girlfriend's nub between her lips. Her questioned was answered with a frustrated sob-like moan. She hummed and the vibration threaded through the tiny bundle of nerves.
"F-fuck, C-..." Max couldn't get out the rest of her thought, incoherent as it would've been with her sensual clouded mind.
Chloe suckled on her clit, releasing a moan of her own at the wetness dripping down her chin. She gave a harsh lap of her tongue, a hard jerk of her fingers, and-
"Chloeeee.!" Max's scream reverberated off the walls as her orgasm rippled through her and out. Her juices coated Chloe's still thrusting fingers, Chloe determined to make her ride out her high all the way through.
Her nails dug roughly into Chloe's scalp, drawing her closer for a few mere seconds before she released her lover's head and leaned forward, using Chloe's shoulder to keep herself upright. Chloe slowly withdrew from Max's centre (which resulted in a quiet whimper of loss) and stood up, folding her arms behind the shorter girl and holding her close to her chest.
"Happy, Maxipad?" she whispered into her ear.
Max nodded once, her uneven breath preventing her from answering verbally. Her hand closed into a loose fist on Chloe's leather jacket.
"Fuck, Chloe... that was..." the brunette mumbled. Her thoughts were a little muddled.
Still, Chloe caught the gist. "You can repay me later." she said. She laughed at the way Max buried her reddening face into her shirt.
Adorkable hippie. she thought with a fond smile.
It took a few more minutes for Max to return to her senses and get fully dressed. Chloe proceeded in turning off the showers (but not before running her hand under the water and flicking it at Max. "That's how wet you get for me.") Max reached for her bag and opened it up, taking out her camera and peering into the lens. She looked at the disappearing stream on the mirrors and stood dead center of the bathroom, holding the camera up to her eye.
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked.
"Quick photp-opt." Max answered.
"Hold on." Chloe said.
Max lowered the camera a bit from her eye and watched as Chloe strolled over to the mirrors and wrote something out in the glass. She gave a satisfied grin before stepping out of shot. "Okay, go for it."
Max rolled her eyes, but couldn't contain her smile as she snapped the picture quickly. The Polaroid emerged not a second later and she took it out, shaking it a bit before tucking both the camera and the picture into her bag. Chloe moved up beside her, sliding her hand into hers before smiling and leading her to the bathroom door, unlocking it and leaving.
Left behind, written on the bathroom mirror were the words:
MC + CP
Forever
within a heart.
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Figures that my first official Pricefield story would be a smut. Two others in the works, but this is the first to make it out. Shows where my mind is. I hope I get to continue this, I really love the idea. Please, please let me know how I did!
Thanks for reading!