Max laid on the bed, resting back on her elbows as she stared seductively at the blue haired girl who stood at the end the bed. Things had escalated rather quickly once they had entered Chloe's room and Max had taken control. She could no longer hold off her emotions and desires, she had to act on them. Max had never been one to easily take control of anything, nor had she often had the desire to. She had been quite content flying under the radar, anything to get her by and unnoticed. But now, now she could no longer do that.

A playful smirk crossed Max's lips as she looked Chloe up and down, taking in every aspect of her, from the gentle curves of her body to the way her hair hung and framed her face. She wanted to grab her, dig her nails in to her skin, kiss her and dominate her. But not just yet. It would happen all in good time and she had to be good and patient.

"Chloe." Max began, her tone commanding. "Take it off."

A blush graced Chloe's cheeks as she looked down, in that moment never seeming smaller. She paused being conflicted in the moment. Struggling between wanting to give in to her own desires while listening to her friend's demands and stopping the whole thing. After all, she had never even considered the fact that this would happen, that Max would take control like this. She didn't even know that Max was capable it. And maybe that's where she went wrong, thinking her friend wasn't able to do something, when clearly she could do anything.

Chloe's hands trembled as her slender fingers reached down and grasped the hem of her tank top, delicately holding the fabric between them as she paused briefly.

Max watched with hungry eyes as Chloe slowly began to lift her shirt. Her eyes travelled the curves of her body. First her hips, followed by her flat, almost toned stomach and right up her naval. Her smirk returned when Chloe lifted the shirt higher exposing her covered breasts and finally pulled it over her head, allowing it to drop to the floor. The blue haired girl was quick to attempt to hide her body with her arms.

She looked perfect.

Chloe had never been embarrassed before. She had never had any issues with her body or exposing it. However, with the way Max was looking at her she couldn't help it. No one had looked at her that way before.

"The pants." Max growled, earning a startled jump from her newly shy friend.

Chloe complied, sliding the material down her thighs before kicking them awkwardly to the side. She could only stand there stiffly and half naked in front of Max. She burned with desire yet she could not make herself move. Max just happened to have the authority of her every move, despite the internal struggle she was having within. Chloe was always in control and she held that control without restriction, the fact that she could not take that control now deeply unsettled her.

Max eye fucked her friend, taking in every bare inch of flesh and wanting more. She needed her naked but for now she would control herself. Allowing herself to take in everything that was Chloe. She would take it slow and savour every moment because who knew when a chance like this would present itself again. And after all, she finally had the upper hand.

She was torn between wanting to watch Chloe undress herself and undressing her herself. Each way had its own merits. If she were to watch her undress, she wouldn't miss anything. Her eyes wouldn't miss a single inch of her and Chloe would know without a doubt that she was in control. On the other hand, if she were to take the rest of her clothes off for her, she could touch her, feel her skin beneath her fingers and be the one to make Chloe moan.

Max weighed up the options in her mind before choosing the later. She couldn't have any more distance between them. She would lose her edge if she had to wait any longer and that certainly would not do in this situation.

She moved down the bed until she was sitting at the foot of it, practically between Chloe's legs. Looking up at her, she gave an uncharacteristic confident smirk. Reaching out, she placed both her hands to her stomach, sliding them up her soft skin and over the front of her bra. She traced her fingers around the edge of each cup, earning a delicate moan from Chloe.

"Off." Max instructed, her eyes glued to Chloe's chest.

Looking to the side, Chloe reached behind her back, nervously fumbling with the clasp. Her increasingly trembling fingers finding it impossible to undo it. Her moderately calm exterior gave way to panic. She wanted to please Max but her body was betraying her.

"Now." Max growled.

She watched silently as Chloe finally managed to unhook her bra, slowly sliding each strap down her arms before letting it drop to the ground. Max cupped Chloe's supple breasts in her hands, giving them a rough squeeze and earning a cry from Chloe. A sly smile crossed her face as she took each nipple between her fingers and gave them a sharp tug. Chloe bit her lip hard, trying to hide any the fact the she was enjoying it so Max would stop her tirade and allow her to take control. There was no such luck however.

Moving her hands to Chloe's hips, Max dug her nails in to her skin, pulling her closer to her body. Chloe reached up, running her hands over Max's cheeks before leaning down to kiss her. Softly at first, but as Max tugged on her lower lip, the kiss was quick to deepen as they explored each other's mouths. Max pulled at Chloe, wanting her nearer as she laid back on the bed, dragging Chloe with her as she moved up to the pillows to lay the back of her head on them.

Max shifted her leg between Chloe's, and lifted her knee against her crotch earning a stifled moan. Chloe dropped her body against it, ever so lightly grinding down against her thigh as if trying to hide the fact from Max. Sitting up, Max brushed her lips against the base of Chloe's neck, sucking the pale skin before roughly tugging it with her teeth and biting down, leaving a trail of marks up to her jaw line where she placed delicate pecks along it. She could feel her friends wetness against her skin as she pushed her leg harder in to her, almost losing herself to the desire.

Chloe separated enough to stare in to her friend's eyes, seeing a fire she had never seen before. There was a dull pain in her chest as her heart thumped hard within its cavity, she couldn't wait any longer.

Max stared back, furrowing her brows. "You're mine." She commanded, in a deep, soothing tone. She was demanding, not at all asking. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around Chloe's neck, pulling her lips back down to hers before breathing heavily against them. "Chloe, you're mine." She again repeated, taking her lips in a passionate embrace.


Max woke up startled and sitting up in her bed. She was sweaty and dazed, the dream finally coming back and hitting her all at once. Her heart was racing, thumping hard in her chest and she could feel the dampness between her legs. With a groan she fell back down, pulling her pillow over her face. Holding it tightly over it she quietly and quite dramatically screamed.

"God." She finally muttered, pulling the pillow away and staring at the ceiling.

It was bad enough that she couldn't get Chloe off her mind since she had been back, and the fact that she was having to deal with the demise of her powers, now she had to deal with the issue of wet dreams too?

"I'm an adult for Christ sake." There was another loud groan as Max fought with her body, trying to get it under control but it was coming increasingly hard as the dream kept replaying in her head and she mentally began to kick herself for waking up before it was finished.

Her hand found its way to her stomach, pulling up her singlet she gently brushed her finger tips against her bare hip feeling electricity shoot through her body at the touch. Biting her lower lip, she slid her hand lower until just the very tips of her fingers were under the waist of her panties. As she was about to go lower her phone buzzed. Closing her eyes she ignored it, allowing her hand to slip in to them. Her phone buzzed again.

And then again.

With a groan she removed her hand and rolled over, taking her phone from the bed side table her eyes fell on her alarm clock briefly. It was too early. Unlocking it, she opened her messages, her heart skipping a beat seeing it was from Chloe. No matter where she turned she was there. She clicked the message to read it.

"Yo, Super-Max.

Just wanted to let you know that you're an idiot.

And I had fun yesterday, even though I was hanging out with you.

Let's bro down again today"

Max smiled before typing her response.

"Too early to function.

Sleep."

Max hugged her phone to her chest, a broad smile on her face.

It was hard for her to imagine that just a couple of days ago she had been all alone, and now she had her best friend back. She couldn't even begin to fathom how much had changed in those days. She was beginning to feel whole again and while there was still a long way to go before she was there, she couldn't help but feel happy about the prospect.

It was something to look forward to. Knowing that one day she could feel whole again. That that empty feeling constantly nagging her would someday go away.

Maybe it was time to tell Chloe how she felt? It had only been a few days but it was like they had picked up right where they had let off. What was the worst that could happen? Chloe could reject her, and she could lose her forever or Chloe could reject her and they could remain friends or, and hopefully the more likely of the situation, Chloe would share her feelings and maybe they could see where it would go.

However, even though there was a possibility of it turning out alright, she was still very pessimistic about the outcome. Max promised herself she would consider it, but at the moment she was happy with hanging out. For now, until she built up the courage, that would be enough.

Though, as happy as she was there was still a nagging in the back of her mind. One that she wouldn't always be able to ignore. And maybe it was time for her to finally address it. As hard as it would be it would be better to deal with it now. That way she could tell Chloe, finally tell her about everything without the issue of the fact that she could potentially without warning reverse time again and mess everything up. She could finally tell Chloe how she felt about her once she didn't have the fear in the back of her mind.

Her powers would not allow her to be happy until they were back under control. She had to do it.

With a belated sigh Max finally lifted herself from the bed. Walking over to her desk, she lazily sat down in front of the computer and switched it on.

Maybe the internet would have the answer? You could find everything there so why not something about this? Someone out there had to know something to do with it, something to help her or maybe she would find someone like her. Someone with the same cursed powers.

Opening her browser, she began to type in the search bar starting with a vague search of 'Rewind Power". Doing a brief search she found nothing but theories of alternate universes and potential outcomes of time travel on them. Namely, that they would be fucked up. Not wanting to read any more about that, she closed to the page and continued her search.

She had fucked up everything, she knew she had. But she had fixed it. But what if she had fucked it again by bringing Chloe back? She couldn't even consider that right now. She couldn't think the worst. Not until it actually became a reality.

An hour passed and she was just about ready to give up when a small obscure thread on a noticeboard caught her attention. Clicking it, she opened the page and was met with a small paragraph from someone claiming to be able to rewind time. There was no name, or thumbnail and no proof of its authenticity nor even where this person was located. They were asking if anyone else had experienced the same thing they had, but had only seemed to be met with ridicule and internet trolls.

Despite all the underwhelming evidence it was legitimate, it was still the only lead she had. However, the thread had been started a little under a year ago, meaning that whoever was behind it probably had long forgotten it. But still, she had to try.

The brunette signed up for an account, choosing to instead privately message the individual rather than posting in the thread. Hopefully meaning she would come across more genuine and if they did happen to read it would take her more seriously. If this person did in fact share the same powers as her, then she wouldn't be alone. There would be more people out there like her.

Had they fucked up time like she had?

Taking a deep breath she stretched her fingers before settling them on the keyboard and began to write. It needed to be perfect.


Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to get something up for you guys today so I figure better short than nothing...

I'm currently already working on the next chapter so it'll be up in the next couple of days!

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