"It's always so cold in your room," Max stated when she entered Chloe's Walhalla, letting herself fall on the bed and waiting for her girlfriend to say something about her never-ending complaints.
But instead, the blue-haired punk simply shrugged it off and turned on the radio, singing along with her favourite artist and dancing to the rhythm. "C'mon babe, let's dance!" Chloe raised her hands, tapping her feet along with the rhythm and softly humming along, almost as if she was pretending to be at a live concert.
Max smiled adoringly, even though she couldn't help but shiver, after closing all of the windows in advance. "Chloe, I really can't dance when I'm this close to freezing."
Chloe ignored Max almost completely, continued dancing with a cigarette hanging from her oh-so-kissable lips. Even Max taking a photo with her shaking hands of the dancing Chloe didn't help her to look in her way even the slightest. Either she'd grown really used to it, or she thinks ignoring is the easiest way to get Max to shut the hell up.
Slowly, Max' complaints turned into more annoying, attention requiring and seeking whines.
Chloe's short temper couldn't handle it anymore.
She turned to her photographer, causing Max to almost be afraid of the death stare Chloe gave her. Fortunately, that death stare turned into a deep smirk that spread across her face when she made her way closer to Max. The innocent girl's eyes showed nothing else than confusion as she waited in anticipation of what her girlfriend was about to do. With one finger, Chloe pushed Max back on the bed, laying her down on her back. Then, Chloe let herself fall softly on top of Max, covering her as a bedsheet.
The Woman of the World looked deeply into her Queen of the World's eyes, smirking.
"Are you warm enough now?"
Max gasped, "Ah-Almost melting."