"Your folks are cool, Rach." the bluenette looks at her.

"You know that yours would have done the same if they had the time to drive to and back from LA."

"Please don't even remind me of that I have to meet my parents soon." the brunette grumbles.

"What was that?" the punk frowns.

"You know my mother. I'm really not the person I used to be half a year ago."

"I shall put a leash on the party animal." she snickers.

"I'm definitely not in the mood to listen to your stupid jokes."

"Aw, way too hung over?" she kisses her cheek as they stop at an intersection.

"It's totally your fault! You know I tell once I shouldn't drink anymore, but I just won't stop."

"So, it's my fault that you're lack of self control?"

"I thought you were there to take care of me!"

"And I did! I was there before you could fall into the fucking pool!"

"Gosh, you guys are just like you'd be married already!"

"Shut up, Rachel!" they say in unison, then silence fills the old truck.

Max closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. It really is not Chloe's fault that she crossed her limits once again. She learned them but never really cares. The blonde suggests to stop at a small diner as she is starving. The photographer couldn't swallow a bite and the rebel doesn't join her either. For a couple of seconds Max remains in the car, then she joins her girlfriend. She sits on the offset of the truck, next to her. She lays her head on the bluenette's shoulder.

"Max…" she starts after she exhales the smoke.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you."

"Why are you so tense? Because of your parents?"

"Mostly. And I'm… I think I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Do you think this is the real me?"

"Honestly? I don't know. You let your hair down and it's fine, you're young and you should live. You know I'm always here."

"But I'm not the person you fell in love with."

"No, you're not." she sighs "So what? You change, I change. Just wait until we move in. I'm gonna get my ass in party gear, I swear!" she grins.

"Do you think it's normal? I mean, after all we've… I've been through. I mean… we."

"Absolutely." she kisses her forehead "Don't worry. You're just breaking out. You didn't have a real rebel era, it's totally fine. You're gonna calm down in half a year, tops. I know you, babe."

"Do you really think so?" she asks as her eyes water.

"No. I know it."

"I don't even know myself." she sniffles.

"Oh, come on!" she hugs her as she knuckles the cigarette butt "I love you."

"I love you, too. It's not that. We've just… kinda switched roles, haven't we?"

"You needed this." she brushes off the tears from her face "It's okay. We're okay. It's not a problem, Max. We're fine. Don't worry about this."

"I'm just…"

"I'm never leaving you."

The brunette kisses her hard. She is so perfect, she really cares for her and she would never hurt her. The bluenettte chuckles as the photographer's hands wander under her tank top.

"Whoa, slow down!"

"Sorry, sorry."

"Can't wait to try the new bed, huh?"

"Chlo, will you really get into party mode once we moved in?"

"I asked you something." she grins as she kisses her on the cheek.

"Me, too." she chuckles as she kisses her.

"I asked you first!"

"Hmm… Let's say I can wait a little longer."

"What if I starve you out?"

"I may rape you."

"We both know who's stronger."

"Oh, come on! You can't even resist me, asshole!"

"Well… what if we get into some role play next time?" she leans to her ear.

"Is sex that boring with me?"

"First of all, we never have sex. Secondly, it's not boring, but it's been a while since we tried something new."

"We'll see." she kisses her again "So, shall we explore the big city right away?"

"Absolutely not." she kisses her "Not after driving half of the day. But tomorrow we may go exploring."

"Aye-aye, Captain Price and her faithful company." she snickers.

"You know that I love you."

"I love you, too." she kisses her softly.

"Hey, diabetes couple!" Rachel's voice drags them back to reality "Let's go, my parents are already ahead of us! Brought you some donuts by the way."

"Hey, Rach." the punk jumps off of the truck "Do you think we can make it?"

"Well, we're almost there and your truck still didn't give up, so I guess so."

"No, no," she giggles "I mean, Max an I. You know."

"You gotta be kiddin' me, C. If anyone, only you can make it."

"You're just sayin'!" she mimics a spoiled, rich kid with a high voice.

"No, seriously. And so, you have to make it! I really wanna go to a wedding!"

"That's not that soon." the brunette laughs "Want me to drive, honey?" she takes the punk's hand.

"Nah, I'm fine, really."

"Rest a little bit." she kisses her on the cheek.

"Okay, you know what, I'll drive!" the blonde gets in the car.

"We have the best possible friend." the bluenette snickers.

"A-duh!" Get in, dorks!"

During the rest of the road Rachel tries to convince them to explore the city right away. The blonde takes a sigh as she gets out of the car and lights a cigarette.

"You lazyass…"

"Excuse me? Where do you get all the energy from, huh?"

"Who the fuck cares? Come on, it'll be fun, don't let me down, guys, we're the Three Musketeers after all!" she pouts.

"You know what, bitch? If you'll have this much energy by the time we finish moving in, we may go out a little bit." the punk sighs as she gives in.

"It's fucking West Hollywood, Price!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." she shrugs.

"Come on, a little bit more enthusiasm?" she smiles back as she walks to her parents.

"You're not too tired, right?" the brunette kisses her on the cheek as she snuggles.

"Honestly? Rather scared."

"Scared?" she backs off.

"I mean… what if you're right? What if the big city changes me too much? What if I won't be able to handle this?"

"So," she grins "you mean you want to get every single hot chick in West Hollywood."

"No." she rolls her eyes "I mean, I've never been out of the Bay."

"What?" her eyes widen.

"I've never been out of the Bay." she shrugs.

"It's okay." she kisses her on the cheek "You can handle this. Honey, we're here to help you. I know, the big city can be scary at first, but we're in this together."

"Diabetes couple! As soon as you can cut all the sickening billing and cooing off, join us in moving!" Rachel laughs as she walks into the building.

"Fuck, and I thought that you were nosy." she looks at Max.

"Oh, come on!" she giggles "We'll all be fine. Look at her, she's so full of life now."

"She'll find someone soon, right?" she walks to the van.

"Yes. Yes, she will."

"Until then" she grins "I can have my hella hot threesome!"

"In your dreams, shithead!" she kisses her chuckling.

They can set fooling around aside for the time of moving in. Three hours later the bluenette drops on the bed, but Rachel warns her she walks her parents out and they go out in fifteen minutes. Chloe groans and covers her eyes with her left arm, but smiles when she feels her girlfriend on top of her. Max kisses her cheek then licks in her ear. She releases a moan and cups her face, kissing her with hunger.

"Now." she whispers.

"No." the photographer giggles "She'll be back soon."

"You're playing hella unfair, Caulfield! You turn me on then you just…" she scoffs.

"Turn you on? I kissed your cheek, Chloe!"

"While being on top of me. And you licked in my ear. And you know that my ear is extremely sensitive!"

"Oh, come on, stop sulking, honey!"

"I'm not sulking!"

"Chloe…" she leans down, but the punk gets on top.

"Please…" she holds her arms firm.

"Chloe, we can't…"

"Just a little bit, please." she kisses her neck.

"Don't…" she moans.

"Just a little bit." she whispers again against her lips.

"Just a little bit." she gives in.

Chloe's hands disappear under Max's T-shirt, while the brunette's arms wrap around her neck to pull her closer. Her hands wander under the bluenette's tank top, now desperately touching every inch of her upper body. She should have known "just a little bit" will not work out this time either. As they break the kiss the photographer breathes in sharp then their foreheads meet in mid-air.

"I should've known."

"What?"

"It's never a little bit."

"At least I know you want me."

"Always." she whispers.

"I should…" she points at the door.

"Not now!"

"Max, you know that she can…"

"But we still have time." she pulls her down by her tank top "And I am turned on."

"How much?" she rolls her eyes grinning.

"You'll figure out soon." she gets under her top again.

"Max, you horny bitch…" she bites on her bottom lip "You're gonna get it this time."

"Oh, I hope so." she grins then pulls her back down.

They hear the door open and close but when the punk wants to break the kiss the brunette pulls her back. It's too late for her now. They've gone way too far to turn back now. She raises her leg between the bluenette's, making her tremble.

"Hey, Price, are you still dreaming of that threesome?" they hear Rachel's voice behind them.

"Oh, hell yeah!" she chuckles as she breaks the kiss and sits next to the brunette.

Rachel takes her top off and sits next to the punk, who looks shocked. Max smiles to herself. Chloe can't believe this, she should know Rachel's tricks. The blond leans closer, then bursts out laughing and pushes her away.

"Going in an hour. I can't believe you ate it, Price." she laughs.

"I should've known." she sighs "If it was real, Max would've protested."

"Why so sure?" the photographer looks at her.

"I know you. You wouldn't let anyone else touch me."

"But, you know, we may reconsider this and you may get your hella hot threesome for your birthday."

"Oh yeah, nice, my birthday was in March…"

"You don't think it seriously!" the blond shakes her head "We're going in an hour. Take your time." she closes the door.

The brunette gets on top of the punk, who raises her eyebrows.

"You're not even mad at me?" she asks.

"For what? I know you wouldn't have… Chloe, I know you. You would have chickened out and professed your undying love…"

"What? Am I this…"

"Cute? Yeah, you are. More importantly, you love me."

"Yes, I love you very much." she kisses her gently.

"And I hope you also want me."

"Oh, you know…" she chuckles.

"Shall we settle down to a quickie?"

"Well, we have an hour…"

"When was that enough?" she kisses her neck.

"Like, almost never." she sighs as she puts off the photographer's top.

"Don't look so sad, we have plenty of time. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning gently." she kisses her.

"Gently? If you're too gentle I may not even wake up."

"Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure you wake up." she chuckles as she gets rid of Chloe's tank top.

"But you wanna get rough this time, huh?"

"No. Shall I?"

"If you don't mind. We settled a quickie anyway."

"Oh, well…" she kisses her neck as she takes of the bluenette's pants "you really care about what I want."

"I just… I do, but you know we don't have the time."

"We can fuck the day away tomorrow." she reaches between the punk's legs.

"Y-yeah." she moans as she desperately grabs Max's jeans.

"What? Do you want to play, too?"

"I definitely hate your dominant side right now. Please. Don't make me beg."

"Just because I know you're tired." she giggles as she takes her jeans off.

"Will you love me tomorrow, too?" she kisses her gently.

"Even the day after tomorrow. Your bipolarity?"

"Sorry. Worst timing, ever." she sighs.

"Forget about it know." she tucks in her hair "We're going to be fine. I promise."

"Yeah." she kisses her chest "I know. I'm so scared…" she whispers.

"Don't be." she caresses her face "I'm here with you in the big city. Is it that scary?"

"It is. What if the legends are true and LA really messes people up?"

"Then we'll get messed up together." she bites her neck gently.

"Sorry," she moans "I'm done, I'm done." she pulls her closer "I'm here and we're gonna be fine."

"Exactly." she unhooks the punk's bra "We'll talk about this later."

"It's too late for you now, huh?" she grins.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll figure it out soon."

"Have you heard the legend…"

"Chloe!"

"No, no, wait, it's totally sex related! I'm done with the bullshit for now."

"Speak. But be quick."

"Oooh, I totally love when you get annoyed with me! Anyway, have you ever heard you can cum by kissing only?"

"That's bullshit, Chloe. Besides, you're not that patient to wait that much." she kisses her neck.

"We may try it tomorrow." she moans.

"We'll see." she takes off the punk's underpants "What's with you? You keep talking. Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you! I guess my mind is just… it keeps… I need to process a lot. I'm…" she shakes her head and gets on top "Of course I want you!" she kisses her neck.

"How much?"

"Why don't you check that out?" she bites her bottom lip.

"Wow…" she reaches between the punk's legs "It's been a while, right?"

"What about you?" she takes off the photographer's panties and gently touches her, making her tremble "Wanna play? Who's gonna hold on longer? The loser will be eaten out first."

"Sounds good."

"Or I could just eat you out first." she grins.

"Only if you insist." she grins back.

"Let me…" she gets on top "I hella love you." she kisses her neck gently.

"Oh, come on, we settled a quickie, right?" she giggles.

"You want me wild?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Are you ready?" she reaches between her legs.

"Just fuck me already." she groans.

"Why so impatient?" she whispers in her ear.

"First of all," her voice cracks as Chloe penetrates "it's been a while."

"Not a bad point." she kisses her cheek.

"Secondly, you always say that when a girl needs cum, she needs to cum."

"Anything else?" she nips her earlobe.

"It's you. I always want you."

"And is it any good?"

"Mm-hmm." she moans "But would you eat me out?"

"Hella yes!"

She kisses her on the lips then takes her place between the brunette's legs. She releases a quiet "fuck" as the punk's lips touches her skin again and she gently places her hand on the bluenette's head. She feels as she smiles. Chloe fucks her harder then anytime before. Her movements are raw and rough, not that the photographer would mind. She sits up, moaning loud, changing her mind. She pulls the bluenette up to herself, kissing her hungrily, sloppily. Chloe's hands keep on moving while she leans to her ear.

"You alright, babe?" she whispers softly.

"Mm-hmm…" she moans "Kiss me again. I'm about to cum."

The rebel kisses her hard, harder than before as her fingers moving in her, in and out, fast and rough. Seconds later the photographer breaks the kiss, trying to muffle her scream her nails deepen in Chloe's back, and her teeth in her shoulder. The bluenette hisses but doesn't move, she waits as the aftershocks of Max's orgasm pass. The brunette lays her head on her shoulder, trying to even her breathing, she's holding onto the rebel by the neck. Minutes later she sighs and looks at her girlfriend.

"Sorry." she mumbles.

"For what?" she chuckles as she rolls next to Max and cuddles her.

"I just… It's been a while and I almost fell asleep. I… I shall…" she reaches between the punk's legs who grabs her wrist.

"You don't have to." she smiles "I'm fine."

"No, you're not." she gathers all her strength to reach between her legs "Look at this mess."

"Max, really, you don't have to."

"Don't you want me?" she bites her bottom lip.

"Don't do that! You know I can't resist."

"Chloe, you have to cum, too." she nips her earlobe.

"R-right…" she sighs "Be fast and rough. We may set a record with this quickie."

"You can't be that turned on." she chuckles.

"Wanna bet?"

She shakes her head as she penetrates and the bluenette moans loudly, closing her eyes now she blindly searches for the photographer's face. Max smiles to herself and kisses her gently, but now Chloe kisses hungrily, although she breaks the kiss seconds later as she releases a full series of moans. The brunette grabs her boob with her free hand, the punk weakly grabs her arm.

"To much…" she forces the words out of herself.

"Come on, honey, cum for me" she leans to her ear.

"Don't…" she breathes hard.

"Cum for me, Chloe…"

"Fuck, don't…" she tries to move the brunette's hand away, but her strength is gone.

"You're so tight." she whispers in her ear "Are you this close, honey?"

"Hella close…" she bites her bottom lip.

"Is it good?"

"Mm-hmm…" she grabs the brunette's wrist "Holy shit…"

"I love it, too…" her voice is husky, she gently licks into the punk's ear.

"I'm on the edge."

"Talk to me."

"No…" her grip tightens "I'm coming!"

The brunette kisses her hard, trying to muffle her scream, but the bluenette accidentally bites on her tongue. She still breathes hard when she cups her face. She literally has to push the words out of herself.

"Are you okay? Did it hurt?"

"Chloe, I'm fine." she kisses her forehead.

"I'm having something in my mind…"

"Already?" she chuckles as she snuggles.

"I'm gonna starve you out."

"What?"

"I'm gonna starve you out. I want you to want me."

"But I always want you." she kisses her cheek.

"I want you to want me more than anything else. No sex for a week."

"Chloe, you're not serious!" she laughs.

"No, I am. Masturbating is cheating as well."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding. And if you fail… I won't talk to you for days. And I won't sleep with you."

"Why are you doing this?" she groans.

"I told you: I want you to want me."

"Well, what if you fail?"

"You decide." she shrugs.

"I'll think about it. What about teasing?"

"Sure. That's allowed."

"Okay, fine." she sighs as she gives in "Can we take a shower?"

"Yeah, let's go."

After taking a shower and putting some clothes on the punk knocks on Rachel's door.

"Rachel, are you ready?"

"One more minute!" she shouts.

The photographer hugs her from behind and kisses her shoulder blade.

"Don't, babe." she chuckles "I don't wanna be the diabetes couple again."

"But I love you. And now I can't get you for a week."

"Now I'm cruel as well!" she faces her.

"Yes, you are!" she wraps her arms around her neck "But you will fail, Chloe!"

"We'll see." she kisses her gently.

Exceptionally the blonde doesn't comment on this when she steps out of her room. She heard about a bar nearby. When the punk reminds her jokingly about that it's West Hollywood after all, she replies with a "I know" and a smile. The couple exchanges a look, but the blonde doesn't want to talk about it right now. She will, later. As they arrive they order some beer and shots. They drink for moving in, first of all. Rachel scans the bar slowly, she hardly realizes Chloe has cleared her throat.

"What's with you, Rach?"

"Huh? Nothing." she sips her beer.

"Why are we here?"

"We're celebrating, dumbass!" she chuckles.

"Rachel…"

"You know that I'm open, what's your problem?"

"It's not a problem." she frowns "I'm just worried for you."

"C, I wanna live a little. You know that I've always wanted to come here. It was my dream, I… come on Max, help me out!" she looks at her.

"Why are you so worried?" she asks her.

"It's Los Angeles after all!"

"But you're here with me!" the blond smiles "And we'll take care of each other."

"Chloe, chillax." the photographer takes her hand.

"We're also here for you." the blond adds "I know it's scary. You've never been out of Arcadia Bay and the city is huge, but we're here. We're friends after all."

"Okay, fine, I get it." she scoffs as she crosses her arms "So sorry for worrying about you."

"Chloe…" the brunette sighs.

"I get it and that's not a problem." Rachel shakes her head "And I truly appreciate it, dude, but you can be a little bit… um…"

"What?"

"Overprotective?"

"What?"

"Honey, you know that she's right." the brunette says.

"Okay, fine! I don't argue with women!" she scoffs then drinks "I'm just… I'll try to be less protective."

"I'll drink on that!" the blond laughs as she orders one more round.

As the glass reaches the table she smiles and stands up.

"Excuse me. I may not be back for a while. Don't be worried!" she kisses the bluenette on the cheek.

"Rachel!" she wants to turn around but the brunette cups her face.

"Stop! Let her live. You've just promised."

"Can't I check who she wants?"

"Chloe…"

"Okay, okay…" she sighs. "I'm wiped out." she tosses the bottle back and forth and the table.

"You promised you'll get back into party mode."

"Not today." she yawns.

"You're so cute!" she kisses her on the cheek "I want you." she whispers.

"I want you, too." she kisses her gently "But no." she grins "Not for a week, remember?"

"I hate you." she rolls her eyes as she finishes her beer.

"Way too cruel?"

"You're a douche."

"I'll make it up. A week later." she adds hesitantly.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"Max, please, stop sulking! One week later it will be better than anytime before. You're gonna craving it."

"I often crave you."

"It'll be different." she kisses her gently.

"Okay." she sighs "Since you are that tired, finish that beer and let's go home."

"But Rachel…"

"She can take care of herself. Besides, come on, we live twenty minutes from here."

"You're so bossy..." she bites her bottom lip.

"Am I?" she grins.

"Mm-hmm, I love it."

"Well, you know what to do." she breathes the words on her lips.

"Nice try." she kisses her.

"I'll try harder next time. I accept this, just… It's going to be hard."

"I know babe, it'll be hard for me, too. Come on! I'll hold you tight all night long, hmm?"

"And you're trying to seduce me? No way, Chlo…"

"No, no, I'm taking this seriously!"

"Dog, you insist on this… Fine." she sighs "Shall we go?"

"You're sure she'll be fine, right?" she finishes her beer.

"Yeah, come on!"

The punk turns around as she stands up. She looks for Rachel in the crowd. She smiles as she waves her, indicating that they're heading home. The blond smiles and wave back. Max takes Chloe's hand and gently leads her out of the bar. The rebel seems to be a little bit calmer now. They don't talk during the short trip but seemingly she forces herself not to smile all the time. As they get back home the photographer changes her clothes but Chloe gets rid of her instead, except for her underwear, as usual. The brunette looks at her dazed, as the moonbeam fills the room her lover's body seems to be even more exciting. She gets in front of her in a split second, wrapping her arms around her neck she pulls her down and kisses her hungrily. The punk kisses back but chuckles as she breaks the kiss.

"What's up, Caulfield?"

"Please, don't… I want you. You're so beautiful. I can't…"

"Babe, please." she caresses her face "Next week I'm not gonna let you go anywhere all day long."

"Just a little bit. Please?" she pouts.

"You know it's never a little bit." she kisses her cheek.

"And now you make me beg?"

"Max, come on!"

"Ugh, you're the worst!" she breaks the embrace and drops herself on the bed.

"Hey, come on!" she lies behind her.

"No, no, leave me alone!"

"Stop sulking, babe." she wraps her arm around her "Next week's gonna be the best. I promise."

"I just can't get it. Why are you doing this?"

"Listen, you know I love making love to you. But I really want you to enjoy every moment of it. It's like… The more you wait, the more you want it and it's be even better, even more satisfaction, you know?"

"Okay, okay." she sighs.

"I know you're mad, but please. You said we can try new things."

"When I said this I didn't think you will not have sex with me."

"I know, I know, but please. Just this once."

"Fine." she sighs "Take me out tomorrow. Let's eat out in the morning."

"Okay."

"Good night, Chloe."

"Good night." she pushes herself to her elbow to kiss her on the cheek.

Half an hour later the photographer hears her girlfriend's voice behind her.

"Max, are you awake?"

"No."

"I know you're mad at me." her voice is surprisingly soft "I'm gonna make it up to you."

"So you'll fuck me?"

"Not now. I will, I promise. I'm gonna spoil you during the week and… and when the week passes I won't let you go. You're gonna stay in this bed all day long."

"We'll see."

"You'll see. I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

The bluenette doesn't say more. Max wants to tell her that it's okay, that she's not that mad, but she knows Chloe would stop talking to her in her sleep. Or pretended sleep. She sluggishly takes the punk's hand, groans a little and snuggles closer. There's nothing to worry about. Chloe's not playing her, she just want to see the limits, she loves her after all. But the photographer knows that the following week will be the longest week of her life.