With a cigarette between her fingers, Chloe shifted her legs slightly and leaned forward against the railing of Max's balcony. A chilly wind hit her and caused her to gasp due to her lack of shirt, for whatever reason deciding to stand about in nothing but her jeans and bra in the morning.

"Fuck," she muttered and shook in her place, quickly taking a drag of her cigarette to distract herself.

Looking across the street, she saw the parked van with Miley and Ellen inside - both of them shooting her a quick grin each before resuming their own conversation. Right below her in the driveway was her old '97 Dyna, seemingly acquired and parked up in the night by one of them.

Max lazily walked out onto the balcony with her oversized nightshirt and gasped herself when she felt the chilly wind, immediately breaking into a quick run and barrelling herself into Chloe. "Morning," she whispered and slipped underneath Chloe's arm.

Chloe laughed. "Morning," she replied and kissed her forehead. "Sleep good?"

"Better." Max shrugged and trembled as the wind hit her again. "Jesus… how are you not cold?"

Exhaling some smoke away from them, Chloe giggled. "Who said I'm not? Besides, it's not that cold."

Rolling her eyes, Max looked down the street and spotted the van - the two bikers inside already staring back at her. After a few moments, Ellen snaked herself out of her window and held up her fingers in a 'V' to her mouth - flicking her tongue through the gap whilst Daisy laughed.

"Oh, gross," Max shook her head and buried her face in Chloe's side, one hand drifting over the bandage across her torso.

Chloe raised her hand and gave both the bikers a middle-finger, their response being more laughter that could be heard all the way where they were standing. "C'mon, let's head inside," she muttered and spun them around in their place - flicking her cigarette down to the driveway below.

Max smiled when she felt the smack against her backside once she crossed the threshold of the sliding door, hearing it being closed afterwards. Moments later a pair of hands snaked around her sides and held onto her hips, a set of lips landing on her neck. "Chloe-"

"Mm," she hummed in reply. "Love you."

Slowly shuffling their way across the room, Max managed to turn on the ancient hifi resting on her desk - the volume being just right as soft strumming echoed out of the dusted speakers. Lifting her head to the side, Max kissed Chloe's cheek with a smile. "Remember the last time we did this?"

Smiling, Chloe nodded and pressed her lips against Max's. "Oh yes," she whispered and turned her around, promptly lifting her up by the thighs. "Right here," she continued as she slid Max onto her desk, the clutter spilling to the side, some of it falling to the floor. "In the middle of the night, when you were desperate for my attention. Let's do it again - fun."

"My parents are still home," Max muttered as she felt the soft lips below her ear. "I don't think they'd approve."

Chloe scoffed and continued kissing her. "Your parents didn't approve last time. They also don't approve of a lot of things, like me," she grinned as she bit into soft skin, "especially me."

"You're not helping your case by fucking their daughter in her room whilst they're getting ready for work. Again." Max pulled back as looked at Chloe.

"Who says I'm going to fuck you?" Chloe moved back from below her ear. "I'm going to make love to you. It's different when you're engaged."

Max laughed and buried her face into her shoulder. "You're impossible."

"That's me," the punk smiled and moved back down below Max's head, leaving a trail of kisses over her neck. Opening her eyes, she spotted the remnants of the red marks she'd left a few days prior - her stomach lurching at the sight as her thoughts did a complete opposite turn. "Ah, s-shit... Max, I'm sorry," she muttered and stopped - resting her forehead against Max's shoulder instead.

"Woah," Max whispered and looked to the side, quickly wrapping her hands around the biker. "What's wrong?"

"I just saw what I did and… ugh." Chloe moved back and stared at the wall, not wanting to look at Max. "I'm vile, I h-hurt you and-"

"Chloe." Max shook her head and pulled her right back in, refusing her to sulk. "It's alright. You've apologised and I forgave you-"

"Doesn't change the fact that I still hurt you, left that f-fucking mark on your neck," Chloe mumbled as her head was forced to look up by Max's hands. "I did that." Placing her foreheads together, she shook her head. "You're my precious angel and I hurt you."

Max sighed and pulled her head down against her chest instead, letting Chloe listen to her heartbeat. "Hear that? That heart beats for you Chloe-"

"Stop." Chloe moved back instantly. "That is the cheesiest thing-"

"Fuck you!" Max looked away and crossed her arms. "I try to calm you down and tell you things are okay and you break the moment like that."

Chloe grinned and slipped her hands underneath Max's thighs again, lifting her up as she squirmed and threw her arms around the punk's neck. With some willpower, she ignored the marking she'd made and resumed kissing her neck slowly. "You're so sensitive," she whispered and giggled.

"You're an asshole," Max said as she buried her face in the nook of her neck. "You suck at this romantic stuff too, but I don't make fun of you."

"Sorry."

"Better be." Max sighed and absently looked over Chloe's shoulder.

Whilst carrying her towards the bed, Chloe heard a familiar beat started to play out of Max's hifi.

Bloodhound Gang. The Bad Touch.

Chloe burst out in laughter. "Holy shit-"

"Shut up immediately-"

"Max, you've been holding out on me-"

"Shut up-"

"I am going to have a field day with this-"

"No you aren't!"

"Hey," Chloe whispered and playfully bit at Max's ear. "Can you imagine boning to this?"

"Chloe if you even try," Max began as she looked at her with narrowed eyes, "I will bite you so hard that you'll scream."

"Is that supposed to stop me?" Chloe winked and hoisted Max up again, adjusting her grip. "I'd enjoy that-"

Max groaned loudly and buried her face in her neck instead, defeated.


With a smile, Max brought the camera up and snapped a picture of Chloe - hands on her hips and looking over the sprawling meadow below.

Chloe smirked and turned her head to the side. "Enjoying the view?"

"Oh yes," Max replied and dropped her camera back down to her chest. Slipping her hand into Chloe's and intertwining their fingers, she rested her head on her shoulder. "It's beautiful," she whispered as she looked over the view.

"Who? Me or the view?"

Max giggled and knocked her head against her shoulder. "Both."

Looking back over the rolling hills nestling the meadow in between, Chloe smiled and squeezed Max's hand. "What'd you do whilst at your parents? I never asked."

"Nothing." Max sighed. "I sat in my room and cried."

"Sorry."

"It's okay," she continued, "I've already forgiven you. Plus, you've more than made it up to me - proposing and all. I'm happy."

"I'm glad you're happy." Chloe pulled Max in front of her and pushed herself into her back, pressing her lips to the back of her head. "I'm happy too," she whispered and wrapped their intertwined hand around her.

"What happened to you to earn that bandage?" Max asked, letting herself recline a bit into Chloe.

"Eh." Chloe dismissed it with her hand. "Nothing serious. Just a… gunfight."

"Nothing serious?" Max sighed and shook her head. "You're crazy," she whispered in disbelief, letting her free hand snake up underneath the tank-top and run over the bandage. "Does it hurt?"

"Nah, I took painkillers before you woke up. It's just a bit sore, wasn't that serious." Chloe shrugged.

"I… I can't believe you've been hiding so much over the years. Baffling."

"I'm sorry," Chloe murmured into her ear. "Can… can I tell you something else?"

"Mhm?"

"Remember our argument a week ago at the lighthouse?" Chloe asked and heard Max nod. "I… I lied to you then too. I didn't actually have any loose ends… I j-just wanted more time with the club. I'm sorry. Again."

"It's okay." Max smiled and brought their hands up to her lips, kissing Chloe's fingers. "You're not part of the club anymore, it's okay. It's just us now."

"Just us," Chloe repeated and squeezed her hand.

"Let's take it slow from now, okay?" Max lifted her head up to the side and looked at Chloe. "Let's plan things in advance, stuff like... our wedding."

Chloe coughed in an attempt to change the topic awkwardly, receiving a scowl and an elbow in the ribs in return. "Ow!"

"I'm being serious Chlobear." Max shot a quick glance at the view before looking back at Chloe. "Let's plan stuff. It's easier."

"Okay." Chloe smiled and kissed Max's temple, looking down at her. "When do you want our wedding?"

Max giggled and shook her head. "Not now, I'm just saying that we should. Sometime. After everything settles down."

Gazing at the rising mountain ridges near the overlook they had stopped at, Chloe briefly went silent. Letting a smile work up on her face, she looked back down at Max and kissed her forehead. "When everything settles down."

Hearing the conflict in her voice, Max sighed and placed her head against her chest again, looking ahead. "Everything will settle down. We'll get through this, we always do, then… then we'll think things through, plan stuff and… and-"

Chloe laughed and pulled Max in closer, resting her chin on her head. "I hear you baby. I hear you."

Standing quietly for a few more minutes, the couple looked over the Washington scenery - hearing the occasional car pass behind them as they enjoyed the moment. Chloe looked down at a large forest nearby, noticing a small dirt path snaking into the darkness in between.

"Hey," she whispered and took a step backwards, beginning to drag Max with her, "let's go."

"Where are you taking me?" Max giggled as Chloe led them to her motorcycle.

"Mount up," the punk biker continued as she straddled the hog and sat herself down - waiting until two arms wrapped around her waist tight. "It'll only be a short ride, don't worry."


Dragging her through the trees, Chloe laughed and giggled as Max kept stumbling over uncovered roots and rocks in her sneakers.

"Chloe you'll kill me!" Max shouted and laughed as she stumbled again, quickly finding herself caught by Chloe. "Slow down-"

Before she was able to finish her sentence, Chloe began to drag her away again - snaking them through bushes and thickets, holding branches and bundles of leaves away whilst she waited for Max to pass through.

Chloe ran the two of them for a few more seconds, staying within sight of her motorcycle and the dirt road they took to reach the forest. Stopping in front of the largest tree she could find, an ancient oak, she approached slowly with Max in tow - her eyes looking all the way up to the top with a mischievous grin.

Max watched as Chloe bent down to her tattered and worn combat boots, fumbling around for a second before she withdraw a large hunting knife - causing Max to jump at the suddenness which it was pulled out. "Chloe! What the hell are you going to do with that?"

"Blood oath." Chloe smirked as she saw the look of fear instantly flash in Max's eyes.

"No. You are not cutting me or yourself for that matter-"

"Reeelax." Chloe chuckled and shook her head. "I'm joking. I just… I wanted to do something stupid."

"Alright… which is?" Max asked, still not convinced it was anything safe.

Tossing the knife up playfully, Chloe caught it again and then moved closer to the tree - placing the blade against the bark and carefully beginning to carve something. "Just wanted to-," she gritted her teeth, "-wanted to do something that we haven't done in years."

Max watched as Chloe carved out a rough heart shape on the trunk of the oak, her own heart immediately skipping a beat at such a simple gesture - something that brought her back nearly a decade. "Oh, Chloe… I can't believe you dragged me all the way out here to do that."

Chloe grinned and chuckled, finishing her heart and looking back at Max. "Remember when we did this in Arcadia? Near that old tree fort we found in the forest?" she asked as her hand resumed work on her carving - adding some letters into the middle.

With her palm on her face hiding her smile and partial blush, Max giggled. "I can't really forget considering it was followed by my first makeout session-"

"-our first makeout session," Chloe corrected her. "I think you forget that you were my first and only girlfriend too."

Waiting until Chloe finished her artwork, Max simply giggled to pass the time - smiling extra wide when she caught peeks of what her fiancée was carving. Briefly, the punk stepped back to admire her work before quickly diving back in to add finishing touches - eventually taking a few steps back with Max to peer at what she'd carved.

"Ta-da!" Chloe shot her hands out with a smile, looking at Max.

"I'm so done with you," Max pressed her palm against her face again and laughed quietly.

Freshly carved, the oak had now been marked with a large love heart cut deep into the wood - the words 'C.P+M.C 4EVER' being carved on the inside.

"Chloe-," Max began but stopped again, running her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggle.

Chloe simply held up her shit-eating grin and placed her hands on her hips. "You don't have to say it," she shook her head, "I know, I know. I'm an artist-"

"No, Chloe, you're a damn romantic," Max corrected her and giggled again. "I can't believe you sometimes."

"Hey." Chloe smiled and threw her hunting knife down into the ground, grasping Max's hand gently and pulling her in - pressing their bodies together. "I love you."

Max laughed again and buried her face in the black tank top. "I love you too, sappy dork."

"Listen... I may be a psycho, I may be deranged, fucked up, a damn alcoholic and drug abuser - but that doesn't change the fact that I have always wanted to be with you." Chloe smiled as she begun to sway them lightly side-to-side. "You're literally everything that I've ever wanted Max, you keep me going in the worst of times and make me the happiest woman in the world whenever you're around. Hell - just look at me now - the goddamn FBI is after me and all my closest friends, meanwhile there is somebody mysterious gunning after a club I've spent a decade running only to be kicked out by... somebody who used to be my sister. Yet, through all of that, I'm still here - with you - professing my damn love and just doing things to… to make you happy. Making you happy makes me happy, y'know that?"

Speechless, Max looked at Chloe. "I… Chloe… U-uh-"

"Shh." Chloe shook her head and pressed a kiss to Max's forehead. "You don't need to say anything."

"Jesus… Chloe, why? W-what? What-," Max stuttered out as she shook her head. Taking a few moments to process the words again, she sighed and dropped her head back onto her shoulder. "This is why I love you. You're just… so random, so… crazy. You're insane - a maniac."

Chloe laughed.

"I don't think I can be happier than I am now," Max said.

Forming a grin almost immediately, Chloe's hands wandered down and cupped Max's ass - giving it a quick squeeze and successfully managing to make her squeak in surprise. "You wanna bet?"

Swatting the hands away and firmly placing them back on her waist, Max giggled. "So predictable."

"Don't tell me you don't want it," Chloe whispered and playfully bit her earlobe - pulling it back. "C'mon, you've gotta be all kinds of pent-up, frustrated…"

"You're impossible." Max smiled and bit her lip when Chloe nipped her ear again. "U-ugh, stop - you're going to make me melt."

Chloe giggled and pulled her earlobe again. "That's my goal, baby."

"Chloe-," Max mewled when she felt her thigh press in between her legs. "Not n-now."

"Okay," Chloe instantly replied and moved away - almost afraid. "Okay," she repeated and pressed a kiss against her forehead again. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Max assured her. "Just… I don't feel like it right now. Later."

"Cool." Chloe smiled and looked up at the sky, trying to make out the weather from underneath the forest canopy. "Hey, I saw a lake on our way here. Let's go cool off."

"We don't have any clothes dork-"

"Who says we need clothes to swim in a lake?" Chloe asked with a smile - a dangerous, lewd, smile.

"What do you mean?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"Max don't act coy with me," Chloe whispered with her shit-eating grin. "You know exactly what I mean."

Max giggled and brushed her lips against Chloe's. "Oh, I was just making sure."


Walking quietly along the rocky, pebble-covered shore, Chloe and Max kept their hands clasped - deciding to stay silent and instead look over the sight before them. As an impressive reflection of a forest and a mountain shimmered on the surface of the lake, the real thing was just as breathtaking. Snowcapped - the mountain stretched around the far edge of the tarn and faded off into the horizon filled with other peaks.

Max was holding a goofy smile the entire time, remembering the last time her and Chloe had been on a quiet ride like this - just looking at the sights and being together. "Thank you," she whispered and stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Chloe's cheek.

Understanding, Chloe smiled and pressed her own kiss on Max's lips instead. "You're welcome."

Resting against her shoulder again, Max let out a content sigh and squeezed their hands. "I can't wait to move out of Arcadia. To buy a new house, to marry and… just live our lives."

"It won't be the same." Chloe looked out over the lake. "I… I'll miss the club. The life. I'll be a pain in the ass, y'know that?"

"When are you not a pain in the ass?" Max teased.

Chloe laughed and playfully shoved the brunette to the side. "True," she said and looked back over the lake. "I promise to be the best wife possible."

"I know." Max smiled and looked at the lake herself. "Thank you for telling me everything. It… it feels much better knowing the truth. Seriously."

"I'll never stop saying sorry for that, just a heads up." Chloe pulled her in closer and squeezed her hand. "Hey, actually, you know what?"

Max glanced at Chloe with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Stand here," she continued and firmly pushed Max into a spot. "Stand there, okay?"

"Uh-"

"Don't worry." Chloe withdrew her phone and began to tap away at the screen. "Just shut up and listen."

Giving her another glance, Max shrugged to herself and waited.

Shortly, a tune began to play out of Chloe's phone - faint at first, but quickly increasing in volume after the first few seconds. Throwing the phone down onto the pebbles below, Chloe smirked at Max.

"Everybody needs a little time away, I heard her say, from each other," she sang on tune.

"Chloe!" Max brought a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Stop!"

Ignoring Max, she continued, "Even lovers need a holiday, far away, from each other…"

Max laughed, the sound muffled as she continued to try and hide it behind her hand.

"Hooold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry, I just want you to staaay." Chloe held her hand up to her chest, right above her heart. "After all we've been through, I will make it up to youuu, I promise to." Giggling herself, she continued, "and after all that's been said and done, you're just a part of me I can't let goo…"

Wanting to enjoy the experience, Max decided to shut up and listen - smiling wide and keeping her hand over her mouth, swaying to the slow beat of the music.

"Couldn't stand to be kept away, just for a day, from your boooody." Chloe twirled around and smiled at her fiancée. "Wouldn't want to be swept away, far away, from the one I love..."

Thinking to herself, Max knew that Chloe was secretly a hopeless romantic - she had more than enough evidence to prove that - yet throughout all theirs years together she'd never been serenaded by her - maybe sang to once or twice, just snippets of random songs that the punk was listening to. But this time, Chloe Price was going all out for her.

"Hooold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry, I just want you to knoow." Chloe was swaying herself closer and closer towards Max as she sang, grinning wide."Hooold me now, I really want to tell you I'm sorry, I could never left you gooo," she hummed the beat between the lyrics, singing again, "After all that we've been through, I will make it up to youu, I promise to." Taking a breath, she smiled when she saw the faintest trace of tears on Max's face, speaking the lyrics directly at her, "and after all that's been said and done, you're just a part of me I can't let go…"

"Chloe, stop!" Max giggled again and threw her head back. "Seriously-"

"Shut up! I'm singing - shit - Uh... after all that we've been through, I will make it up to you, I promise to. " Chloe closed her eyes and whooped, playing an air guitar as a heavy riff kicked in.

Max was in tears - both from laughter and from happiness, her hands swiping away at her eyes as she tried to watch Chloe rocking it out with her nonexistent instrument. Within moments she decided to take her hands instead and pull her into a long kiss, sweeping her tongue inside - much to Chloe's muffled surprise - and interrupting her serenade.

"Mmf," Chloe protested as more lyrics played out of her phone. "Max, gotta sing-"

"Shut up." Max giggled and kissed her again, arms draped around her neck and hands in the blue-hair. "Just shut up," she whispered again against her lips.

"I take it you liked my rendition of Chicago?" Chloe smirked as they pulled away.

"You're a stupid, stupid, insane-in-the-brain, sentimental sap of a punk." Max ran her fingers through Chloe's hair as she looked her over with a huge smile. "Ican't believe you're going to be my wife-"

"- you say that like it's a bad thing."

"I'm still considering," she teased and buried her face in the nook of her neck. "Still considering. Will you serenade me?"

"Whenever you want."

"Bring me breakfast to bed?"

"Sure, bacon and eggs. Coffee too."

"Take me out on rides?"

"Anywhere you want."

"Okay. I think I'll keep you - I like this model." Max smiled and left a kiss on her skin.

"Does this mean that we can go skinny dipping now?" Chloe beamed a huge smile down at the brunette. "Pretty please?"

Max sighed and snaked her hands underneath Chloe's tank top, gripping at the sides. "Come on, let's go."

Chloe whooped and fist pumped into the air, immediately slipping off her tank top and revealing her fresh bandage, discarding her piece of clothing near her phone. Helping Max with her own shirt and subsequent jeans, the two of them quickly undressed until they were wearing nothing more than their bras and panties.

"C'mere," Chloe said and took Max's hand, starting to drag her down to the water.

"I thought you said we were skinny dipping?" Max asked with a smirk.

"Oh, we'll be skinny dipping in no time, don't you worry about that." Chloe giggled and dipped her toes into the lake. "Shit, that's pretty cold actually-"

"Are you chickening out?" Max teased, pressing herself against Chloe. "Scared of some cold water, huh?"

"Well, if you're so brave," Chloe began and spun on her heel, grabbing Max's hands.

"Chloe, no, no!" Max shrieked as her fiancée began to drag her into the water. "Stop, stop!"

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you scared Maxine?" Chloe laughed as she continued to drag them down to the water, gasping quietly when the cold water enveloped her ankles. "Come on!"

"No, stop!" Max shook her head and began to pull back with some force, splashing up water between them. "Chloe!"

Giving her a quick pull, Chloe managed to force Max to tumble forward into her waiting arms - her hands immediately lifting her up by the thighs. "Hold on baby-"

"Chloeee!" Max protested but wrapped her arms around her neck anyway. "Chloe, stop! It's so cold!"

Ignoring her pleas for mercy, Chloe continued to step backwards into the lake until it began to creep upon her waist. "Oh my f-fuck! That is cold."

Max was pressed up against Chloe, her grip around her neck tight as her face was buried in her blue-hair. "Chloe!"

"It's okay baby," she whispered and took another few steps backwards until the water began to envelop Max's legs. "It's not that cold, it's cold - sure - but it's bearable!"

"I hate you so much." Max suddenly gasped when the water touched her panties. "Chloe, go up!"

"Go down you say?" Chloe let out an evil laugh.

"Up! Up! UP!" Max shouted and curled up her hand into a fist, pounding it a few good times into Chloe's back.

"Ahw, fuck! Baby, that hurts - you've got an iron fist!" Chloe stepped forward to ensure the water wouldn't reach Max anymore. "Come on, it's not that cold - no need to beat me over it."

"You're such an asshole," Max whispered and shook her head.

"Oh yeah?" Chloe took a step backwards again. "Would an asshole do this?"

"CHLOE!"

With a loud splash both of them fell backwards into the lake, Chloe making the effort to pull Max down with her until they were both fully submerged in the almost crystal clear tarn.

"Jesus!" Chloe flew up out of the water and immediately brushed aside her hair. "Cold!"

Max resurfaced moments later, coughing up water and trying to tread her hands around to keep her head above the surface. "Chloe, you d-dick-"

"Here, I'm here," Chloe wrapped her hands around Max again and pressed their bodies together. "Right here."

Coughing violently, Max felt as Chloe gave her back a few pats and a rub to help her along. After a few seconds and a dozen more coughs, Max wiped away her hair from her face and scowled at the punk biker. "C-Chloe, why?"

"Sorry," Chloe whispered and kissed her cheek. "I… I'm stupid."

"Yes, you are." Max sighed and pressed herself as close as possible in an attempt to share some warmth.

"This'll be better," the biker said and took a few steps back into the water until it was up to her neck - her hands hoisting Max up just a bit higher to keep her level to her own head. "Well. Now we're both wet."

Max laughed against Chloe and slapped her back. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

"Maybe." Beginning to slowly kiss her way down her neck, Chloe smirked. "I know what'll get you real hot, real quick."

"Ugh." Max rolled her eyes and giggled. "I can't really refuse now, can I?"

"If you want." Chloe quickly moved back and looked at Max. "Seriously, if you don't wan-"

Max shut her up with a kiss, pressing her head closer using the hand tangled in the wet, blue-hair. Whimpering quietly when she felt the tongue slip into her mouth and begin caressing her own, her other hand drifted down Chloe's back and rested on her ass - giving it a quick squeeze and prompting the biker to moan quietly through their kiss. In reply, Chloe moved her own hands from underneath Max's thighs and onto her own ass instead - cupping it and hoisting her up again.

"C-Chloe," Max mewled out as they moved away from the kiss.

Chloe smiled as she kissed and nibbled Max's neck afterwards, working her way up and down over and over - each hickey she left causing Max to hitch her breath and gasp. "Baby, I fucking love you," she whispered as she pushed Max further up and began kissing her collarbone softly, going over her small doe tattoo. "Love you so, so much-"

"Shut up," Max growled and quickly moaned when Chloe bit into her skin again. "F-fuck - Chloe - I need you, r-right now."

"That's what I want to hear." Chloe smiled and moved Max back down slowly, waiting until she was face-to-face with her again. "You want me to fuck you? Is that it?"

Max rolled her eyes but nodded her head, pressing a kiss against Chloe's lips, repeating the gesture a few more times. "Please, j-just-"

"I've got you," Chloe continued and resumed kissing her neck. "I've got you, don't worry."

As her lips made their way down her neck again, Max gasped and trembled with each bite and lick that Chloe left on her body. Occasionally the two hands underneath her ass squeezed it, eliciting her to moan and bury her face in the side of Chloe's head, sometimes rocking her body forward as she began to get desperate.

"Mhm," she mewled and rocked forward again. "Please, baby, right now."

"Let's go," Chloe replied and began to step forward, surfacing them out of the water slowly. "S-shit, the wind is cold-"

"Chloe-"

"I know, I know - I'll hurry up-"

"Chlo-"

"Max, baby, I can only go so fast-"

"Chloe, stop right now!" Max exclaimed and gripped herself around her neck.

"Woah, what's up?" Chloe asked and moved her head back once Max relented her vice-like grip.

"Chloe, there's a f-fucking SUV watching us."

Chloe dropped her face into a frown in an instant, shooting an immediate glance over her shoulder towards the hill and surrounding forest. Spotting it in the distance, a jet-black SUV was parked up between the tree trunks - window pulled down enough to peer out off.

"Motherfuckers," Chloe said with a growl. "Those fucking cocksuckers-"

"Chloe, who is it?" Max asked as she kept staring at the SUV.

"FBI," Chloe breathed out and looked over her shoulder again. "They must've been tailing me and Daisy since Olympia."

"Chloe, can we go?" Max whispered, her voice masked with uncertainty - her body shivering from both the cold wind and a trace of fear. "Chloe, please - I'm kinda... scared. Ugh."

"It's alright - we're going." Chloe began to take a few steps forward, wading through the water with Max still clamped on around her neck. "I've got you, don't worry. Nobody'll hurt you."


As the motorcycle pulled into the service station, a few heads twisted and turned to see the arrival of the blue-haired biker and the brunette woman. Rolling the hog to a stop in a parking space in front of a small diner beside the gas pumps, both the occupants dismounted and stood around for a few moments - stretching and smiling at one another.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" Max asked as she reached around Chloe and pulled out some bills from her ripped jeans. "Coffee?"

"If they've got any," Chloe replied and quickly pulled Max in to give her a kiss.

Breaking away, Max smiled and then turned around to walk her way into the diner. Now alone, Chloe sat down sideways on her '97 Dyna and lazily hung one arm over her handlebars. Looking around, she spotted a few vehicles dotted around the service station - a few parked up temporarily next to the gas pumps, their drivers shuffling about whilst they refuelled.

Turning her head in the opposite direction, she saw a mirrored scene - a few 18-wheelers standing out in the view as they were parked up, curtains drawn inside their cabin. Dropping her head down, Chloe yawned and looked up at the sky - noticing the onset of stars and the moon lazily drifting upwards behind the clouds. Trying to pass the time, the biker reached down and pulled out her hunting knife, drifting her finger lightly across the blade.

With some time alone, she could think. Her hand gripped the knife when she thought back to their lake encounter, the jet-black SUV that'd been watching them. Chloe wasn't sure how long it was there, how long it was tailing them, but there was one thing she definitely knew - it was Avery, more than likely keeping tabs on her after their small tete-a-tete in Olympia. Knowing that she was being tailed now, it wasn't long before she'd have to go back to Rachel to finally pressure her about her damn plan. But for now... Chloe didn't want to do anything but spend time with Max to make up for their little lost time.

Snapping out of her thoughts upon hearing the arrival of another vehicle, Chloe looked up to see the new arrival. Immediately her grip tightened around the knife again as she spotted the jet-black SUV she was just thinking about - its windows tinted, the occupants were hidden from view. Standing up after a few moments, she stared straight at the vehicle as it rolled past, her eyes narrowed and enraged, Watching as the SUV came to a stop nearby, the doors opened and a male dressed in similar fashion to Matt Avery stepped out.

Giving Chloe a glance and a smirk, he walked past the bike and entered the diner.

Chloe sat back down on the motorcycle and slotted her knife back into her boot, her fists clenched as she waited for Max to come back out. After a few more minutes of waiting, the brunette photographer came out with a coffee in either hand and a smile directed at the punk.

"Black," Max said as she handed over the coffee. "Sorry it took so long, there was a queue."

With a shrug Chloe smiled back and held her hand out towards Max, dragging her onto her lap the moment she took it. "That's fine," she mumbled and took a gulp - savouring the bitter taste and the small kick of energy it provided.

"What's wrong?" Max asked as she saw the blank look on Chloe's face.

"Nothing." Chloe looked at her and then gently knocked their foreheads together. "Just thinking about you."

Max rolled her eyes and took a sip from her coffee instead. "Predictable."

"Ouch." Chloe laughed as she wrapped one arm around Max's waist and looked around them. "Where do you want to go next?"

"Let's just go back to Seattle for today," she replied. "It's getting late and you're getting tired."

"I can go on forever for you." Chloe left a peck on her lips.

"Seattle," Max repeated and jabbed her finger into Chloe's side. "That's an order."

"Yessir." Chloe lifted up her coffee again and took a drink, burying her face in Max's chest afterwards. "I am kinda tired, you're right. How was today? Did you like it?"

Max threaded her fingers through Chloe's hair and nodded, pressing her lips against her forehead a few times. "Loved it. I just hope you know that you can't call me cheesy anymore - not after what you did at the lake. Nope, I'm never going to forget that - so if you tease me, then I'll tease you right back. Are we understood?"

Chloe laughed and bobbed her head, closing her eyes and letting out another muffled yawn into Max's shirt. Upon hearing the sound of the diner opening and closing again, her eyes shot open immediately and focused on the FBI agent sauntering his way out with his own cup of coffee. Again he smirked at Chloe as he walked past and entered the SUV, slamming the door behind him.

"Chloe-"

"I know," the punk interrupted her. "That's the same SUV."

Looking over the vehicle herself, Max sighed and buried her face in Chloe's hair. "Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"Oh hella no. Not a fucking chance." Chloe brought up her coffee and finished it with a few large gulps, ignoring the burn she received as it made its way down her throat. "Max this isn't going to be a regular occurrence. Not on my fucking watch."

"Jesus," Max looked away from the SUV as her hands tightened their grip on Chloe's back. "He's taking pictures-"

"What?" Chloe turned her head to the side to watch the SUV out of the peripheral of her vision. "Are you serious?"

Max nodded. "I saw the flash, he's not even hiding it."

"That's fucking it." Chloe stood up slowly and let Max drift down from her lap onto her own feet. Leaning in quickly to give her a kiss on the forehead, she smiled. "Stay here."

"Chloe, stop." Max grabbed both her hands and pulled her back. "Stop, don't do anything stupid."

"Max, I don't want them taking fucking pictures of me and you-"

"Chloe, just… drop it, okay? Don't get yourself in trouble," Max whispered and nuzzled her face into the black tank-top. "Please. I know you were about to do something stupid."

Chloe looked behind her at the SUV and heard its engine start, the headlights coming to life moments later - after a few more seconds the vehicle began to pull out of its parking spot. The punk watched as it disappeared down the slip-road and merged back onto the interstate.

"We'll… we'll get through this, okay? Just don't do stupid shit." Max squeezed her hands around Chloe and looked up, resting her chin on her chest. "Please?"

With a moment of hesitation, Chloe sighed and nodded. "Okay," she said and pecked Max on the lips. "I promise. But… ugh, the moment you want me to doanything about them… you tell me, okay? I'll gladly do it for you."

"Will do." Max smiled and looked up at the night sky briefly. "Let's get back to Seattle."

"Okay." Chloe smiled and let go of Max, straddling her hog. "Mount up."

Max finished her coffee and quickly threw both their cups away, running back to the motorcycle and sitting down behind Chloe - hands already locked around her waist and her face pressed between her shoulder blades. "Let's go."