With a flick of her pen, Chloe finally finished writing out some details on the paper. Looking over it once more, she ensured everything was correct before folding the note and placing it beside her patches - no longer sewn onto her leather jacket; the thing slightly tattered after it's many years of use. Sticking her finger through the not-so-obvious bullet hole, Chloe snorted to herself.
God, their wedding would be rather unorthodox - that's for sure.
There was still many regrets, perhaps some uncertainty hanging in the back of her head, but Chloe was ready to finally put her old life behind her. For nearly a decade she had ran the club along side Rachel - hundreds of deals, countless hours spent up all night - travelling from city to city to attend road runs and events they were invited to. The last few years of her life brought turmoil upon her - the death of her friends, the numerous murders and hits she carried out, her relationship problems, the Prescott threat, the FBI, Rachel's death... after everything, she'd finally be hanging up her colours, retiring from the life of an outlaw - leaving the club in more than capable hands.
She'd miss it.
Chloe sniffled and pinched the bridge of her nose, chuckling to herself afterwards. "Get a grip," she whispered and looked down at the patches, running her fingers over the fabric.
Grabbing both her goodbye note and her patches, she approached the safe in the corner and unlocked it with the new code - peering at the small stacks of cash that once again lay inside; club funds that no longer originated from shady deals and protection rackets but legal business instead. Making space for her patches and her note, she closed the safe and stood back up - giving the place one last look around.
Miley burst into the room and held onto the door, spotting Chloe standing quietly. "Chloe, you dumbass!" she exclaimed and grasped Chloe's wrist, dragging her towards the door. "You're going to be late for your damn wedding, come on!"
Without reservations Chloe followed her, shortly afterwards being stopped in the middle of the tavern by Miley. "What?"
Walking around her, Miley smiled as she took in the sight of her friend - her old leather jacket covering a white shirt, a tie and black jeans. "You look great - gentlewoman biker, y'know?"
"Shut up," Chloe sniffled again and chuckled, rubbing her eyes with her hand. "God, this is way too emotional for me."
"Hey," Miley brought Chloe into a hug, patting her back gently, "you're going to do great. Just… go up there, say your stuff, kiss and then kidnap her like old times."
"It's not that easy-"
"Quit being an ass and woman the fuck up!" Miley shot back as she interrupted Chloe. "Just don't think about it."
"Right." Chloe chuckled and moved away from the hug, wiping away residue tears. "Right. Woman the fuck up. Right."
"Stop saying right." Miley grabbed her hand again and began to drag her outside, slamming the door behind them. "Jesus, who'd have thought you'd be a nervous wreck on your wedding day?"
"I think everyone is a nervous wreck on their wedding day," Chloe mumbled and quickly mounted her old bike, ignoring the helmet as she didn't want to ruin her hair. "Is everyone there already?"
"Yeah, from what I saw." Miley straddled her bike and kickstarted the engine. "Now let's go before you're late for real."
Chloe watched for a few moments as Miley rode out of her place and shot a glance back at her, raising a hand to wave her over. Obeying, the punk kickstarted her own bike and shot out behind her - falling into formation as the two women rode away.
Upon arrival neither of them bothered to park properly, opting to haphazardly squeeze themselves in between the row of motorcycles already parked up parallel to the chain barrier separating the beach from the lot.
"Come on," Miley spoke as she saw Chloe hesitating for a moment whilst she stared at her bike. "I swear to god, Price, if you even think about running away now-"
"No! It's not that. It's just… we're going to be using my bike to ride out of Arcadia to Portland, right? Shouldn't I like… park it properly or something?" Chloe gestured to her old Harley that was tightly fit in between Ellen's and Daisy's bikes.
"Shut up and stop worrying, we have a valet hired to prepare it," Miley pointed over at the younger man listening to the conversation nearby. "See?"
"Oh! Right." Chloe shook her head in disbelief at herself, momentarily shooting a quick smile towards the valet. "Right. Right. Right. Uh-"
Miley rolled her eyes and once again grasped Chloe's wrist, beginning to drag her towards the path. "Come on you punk!"
Choosing to follow rather than fight, Chloe allowed herself to be dragged all the way.
Leading the two of them along the wooded pathway, Miley stopped before the dirt track opened up to a small clearing in sandy cove; waves splashing against rocks gently a few feet away from where a white arch and a minister stood.
Miley gave Chloe a quick look over.
"What is it now?" Chloe asked as she gazed down herself nervously.
"Nothing," she replied with a smile and took a step backwards, scanning Chloe with her eye to ensure everything was proper. Noticing a few faults and creases, Miley straightened out a few edges and corrected her tattered leather jacket, again stepping backwards to look over her handiwork with a proud smile. "Okay, you're perfect… or as perfect can be, given your choice of attire for the wedding."
Chloe blushed and let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah?"
"Max is going to go weak at the knees once she spots you wearing your old jacket, believe me." Miley winked and then placed her hands on her arms, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "You ready?"
"Uh. As ready as I'll ever be, I guess..." Chloe ran a hand through her hair, correcting some loose strands. "Actually, can I have a smoke real quick?"
"No," Miley muttered and didn't allow Chloe to say anything else - opting instead to grab her forearm and drag her out of the woods.
A few heads turned and smiled as the two women appeared, watching the leather-jacket wearing punk and her best man. Giving everyone a nervous smile, Chloe walked down the sandy aisle slowly as she was followed by Miley, her appearance and nervous demeanour prompting a few whispers, giggles and chuckles as she made her way towards the minister. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Vanessa near the front row, smiling at her like never before - finally, after years, welcoming her as her daughters girlfriend and soon to be wife. Beside her stood Joyce with similar smile on her face and a few stray tears she dabbed away with a handkerchief in an attempt to preserve her makeup.
Chloe looked at the other front row, spotting her sisters beaming at her with smirks and smiles - Ellen, Daisy, Brooklyn, Hannah and Julie; full house. All of them wore the same outfit too - their leather jackets, white shirts, ties and jeans, an attempt to show their support and unity in Chloe's proving hour as it were.
What really meant a lot for her was what was present beside Ellen - three leather jackets, all of them with Valkyrie colours, resting on the fold up chairs.
Lonnie, Sasha and Rachel; there in spirit.
Moments later she reached the minister, turning to her side and placing her hands together. With a sideways glance to her right, she was met with the warm smile of her friend, Miley. Giving her a silent nod of encouragement, Chloe nodded herself and quickly wiped away some tears - her gaze finally resting upon the pathway towards the woods.
Before long, Chloe spotted Ryan appearing out of the wooded darkness with a huge smile and the trace of tears on his cheeks.
Walking slowly beside him was Max. She wore a short white dress; deciding to forgo the veil, there was numerous streaks of cherry red in her hair contrasting against the sea of her natural chestnut brown. Chloe smiled at Max's choice of hair colour; a throwback to their more wild days. Holding softly onto her father's forearm, she walked with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, holding it against her chest as her face radiated the biggest, warmest smile possible.
Both their eyes met once Max started to walk down the aisle proper - Chloe shot her a quick grin and sniffled again, wiping away her happy tears. The entire time their gazes were locked as Max continued to approach slowly in rhythm with the slow music being played, ignoring a few of the of the attendees who decided cry in joy and happiness as emotions got the better of them.
"Sweetheart," Ryan whispered as he'd began to walk up to the arch with his daughter. "Good luck," he continued and left a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you," Max whispered back and sniffled.
"M'lady," Chloe teased quietly as she took Max's hand from Ryan, slowly taking her the last few steps towards their minister. "You look beautiful."
With both the women in their positions, the minister began to speak. "We are gathered here today..."
Whilst both Max and Chloe could probably agree that whatever he said was important and nice and all kinds of fluffy and happy, they couldn't care less - they were lost in each others eyes the entire time, drowning out his words until the very last moment.
"You may proceed with the vows," he spoke with a smile, gesturing to the two of them.
Taking lead, Chloe brought up Max's hand a bit higher and gave it a kiss. "Max. Words would not be enough to tell you how I feel right now, how much I love you after all these years. You've stuck with me through the thick and thin, constantly did your best to keep me on the straight edge and away from things that would've otherwise ended our relationship. Our last year together had been a hectic, sorrow filled one. We fought, we argued, we bickered and I did a lot of stupid things. I hurt you, but despite everything, despite the friends we've both lost, the heartbreak we've suffered, the pain we've endured... you still loved me and I still loved you. Max Caulfield, I still love you - I have always loved you and I will always love you, forever and until the end of time. You've been my precious, doe-eyed angel since we've met all those years ago, and you forever will - nobody, nothing - will ever change that."
Feeling her tears on her cheeks, Max smiled as the words sank deep into her and found their place in her heart - resting easily. With a quick sniffle, she wiped away some tears and began her own vows. "Chloe. I have no regrets, none at all, about the years we've spent together. There were times when we'd argue, yes, and there were times when we'd fight too, yes. But... even after everything, after all the words we hurled at each other and the words we whispered in the night - I still love you, have and always will. I have never felt happier than I am now except on one day - the day we met, 11 years ago, when you threw yourself in harm's way and saved me. That day we met... it had remained the happiest day in my life until today - when I fell in love with you all over again. If I had the option to go back, to change things - I wouldn't do it. Our lives have been struck with the deaths of our friends and close ones, with pain and tragedy, but who says our lives need to be storybook perfect? I am happy, content with what we have right now and I will always love you, forever and until the end of time."
Unable to stop herself, Chloe moved in closer and brushed her lips against Max's - holding them there for a few moments as their fingers intertwined. At that moment there were no words to describe what either of them were feeling, hence why actions sometimes spoke louder than words.
Giving them a few moments, the minister waited until they separated - flashing them another wide smile before he gestured the two maids of honour. "Would the maids-of-honour please present the rings?"
In the end, Max chose to be even more unorthodox - she gave Kate the title of maid of honour too, because why not?
Stepping forward in unison, Kate and Victoria - wearing their own short, white dresses similar to the brides - revealed two small ring boxes, each containing a small velvet cushion that held the two, glittering bands of gold and silver.
Chloe plucked the smaller ring from one of the ring boxes, slowly bringing it towards her fiance's finger and allowing it to slide on, resting comfortably. Bringing the hand to her lips, she gave the ring a kiss and brought the hand back down with a smile - ignoring the tears built up in her eyes and already pouring down her glistening cheeks.
Max followed suit, bringing the similar but slightly bigger ring to Chloe's finger - sliding it on slowly; smiling profoundly and shaking occasionally from all the emotions running through her at that very moment. Once it had found its resting place, she brought the hand up to her own lips and left a tender kiss over the band.
Watching the exchange, the minister smiled again and continued to speak, "Now, unless there are any objections," he looked around momentarily, "Chloe Price and Max Caulfield, by the powers vested in me by the State of Oregon, I now pronounce you wife and wife." Giving them a quick nod and another smile, he finished, "You may now kiss the bride."
Meeting halfway, their lips softly brushed against each other at first before Chloe slipped a hand around Max's back and pressed their bodies together - inclining forward so much that it had caused Max to let out a quiet yelp, followed by a giggle as she was caught in her wife's arms. Giving it a few more moments, they shared their tongues before finally coming back up and breaking apart - wide smiles on their faces and their hands clasped together.
Somewhere along the line the people gathered had burst out in cheers and various whoops, including some comments from Chloe's Valkyrie sisters which caused chuckles and laughs to erupt along side everything else.
"I love you," Chloe whispered as she placed her forehead against Max's, staring straight into her ocean-like deep-blue eyes.
"I love you too," Max replied and left another kiss on her lips, ignoring the tears on her cheeks.
With a sideways glance towards the gathered crowd, Max took her bouquet of flowers and randomly threw it in the general direction of everyone with a giggle.
"Gotcha," Ellen exclaimed as she caught it with one hand, giving the Valkyries a quick smirk; resting her gaze on one in particular.
Miley stared at her for a few seconds and then looked at Daisy.
In an unprecedented turn of events, Ellen sprang forward and wrapped her hand around the back of Daisy's head, crashing their lips together as she crushed the flowers between them.
"Holy shit," Chloe muttered in genuine surprise as she saw the two of them kiss, "now that… I totally predicted."
Max laughed as she clapped her hands for the two.
With a round of cheers from the onlookers, Daisy and Ellen broke apart with a smile; quickly wiping away their own tears to look back at the newlyweds instead - hands held together as if it was the most natural thing to the two of them.
Slipping her hand around her back and bending down a bit to wrap around her knees, Chloe easily lifted Max up and brought her closer to her chest - waiting until the two petite hands wrapped around her neck for extra support. Carrying her bridal style, Chloe began to walk back down the aisle towards the wooded path.
Constant cheers and shouts kept a smile on both their faces as they looked around, mouthing out 'thank you' to whoever was watching, always meeting back afterwards and locking eye contact - smiling wider at themselves than anyone else.
They caught the occasional flash of a camera as Victoria went about with the help of Kate, taking pictures of the two as they continued down the path and towards the woods.
After the service was over, pictures were taken and a few of the guests who were unable to attend the reception gave their congratulations to the couple before they'd left.
Making their way back to the parking lot hand in hand and fingers locked together, Chloe laughed to herself as she saw her old bike surrounded by her posse of sisters, all of them clapping and cheering them on as they straddled their respective hogs.
Walking up to her old '97 Dyna, Chloe kissed her wife quickly and placed her lips against her ear. "Mount up," she whispered, gesturing with a smile towards her bike.
Max nodded and quickly straddled the bike with ease thanks to her short wedding dress - a design specifically tailored, ordered and gifted to her by Victoria.
"I think Miley and the girls will lead formation all the way to Portland… that's a long ride, you ready?" Chloe asked over her shoulder as she sat down.
"Mhm, more than ready."
"Valkyries!" Miley exclaimed at the head of the formation, standing over her bike.
Following their protocol, the various women pulled out a long, white fabric out of their saddlebags and tied it around their necks - grinning mischievously at the couple idling in the middle of the formation.
"Now what are those?" Chloe mumbled as she tried her best to make out whatever was writing on the fabric, unable to do so.
"Ride!" Miley shouted again and kickstarted her bike, slowly shifting forward and glancing behind her to ensure everyone followed.
Max laughed once she'd noticed what the fabric had contained.
Now easily flying in the wind as they rode, the white cloth displayed the three piece of the Valkyries, followed by the words 'JUST MARRIED, CHLOE AND MAX CAULFIELD-PRICE' along with an obscene amount of punk-y love hearts and skulls.
Chloe couldn't help but laugh herself when she spotted the writing, looking around the formation of women as they slowly rode through Arcadia. Heads definitely turned when the sound of engines roared through the relatively quiet town... probably also due to the obscene shouts constantly resonating from some of the more obnoxious Valkyries riding with them.
Following them out of town, there was a convoy of vehicles that made up close friends, family and whoever else was invited to the reception.
It was quite a ride to Portland from Arcadia, but it was one filled with more laughter and ridiculousness, including a temporary police escort just outside the city bounds.
At some point Ellen might've gotten pissed at a trucker taking up half the road. At some point she might've pulled ahead of him with the entire formation and ordered all of them to flip him off.
Chloe and Max laughed as they'd received a blaring horn in return.
Roughly an hour or two after the service had ended, the formation and the convoy that followed had finally arrived at the location for their reception - the Kimpton Riverplace Hotel; a small waterfront property with a killer view of the Willamette.
"You're all literally the most ridiculous people I've ever met, I swear," Chloe said the moment they'd all parked up parallel in front of the hotel. "I can't believe you'd wear that," she continued and gestured to their makeshift capes which they were taking off.
"You love us for it," Miley spoke as she approached the newlyweds. "Now how about we get this par-tay started, y'all?"
With a rousing round of whoops and cheers from the Valkyries, the leather-clad posse led Max and Chloe up the steps to the building.
"Ah, wedding reception? Caulfield-Price?" the concierge asked as he saw the group enter the building.
"That'd be us," Chloe said as she stepped forward with her arm around Max's waist.
"Congratulations," he said with a smile and gestured them towards and open set of doors. "If you'd follow me."
Taking them inside a rather spacious room with crystal chandeliers and expensive looking furniture, the concierge showed the group around whilst a crowd began to gather up in the lobby of the hotel.
"Wow, the two of you really splashed some serious cash out on this." Ellen whistled as she looked around. "Wish I was so filthy rich, am I right guys?" she spoke towards the group who burst out in laughter.
"Thanks for… funding everything Miles. That means alot to us," Chloe said when they'd stopped for a few moments whilst their concierge spoke with some staff. "We could've paid ourselves though."
"Chloe, let that be our wedding present to you," Miley said and dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "One of them at least…"
"One of them?" Chloe asked and raised her eyebrow. "Are you serious? You… you really shouldn't have."
"Shut up." Miley jabbed a finger into her chest as Max giggled, quickly correcting her tie when she'd made a mess. "We're going to shower you in damn gifts whether you like it or not, m'kay?"
Chloe rolled her eyes and nodded, sniffling as she rubbed her nose. Looking around, she'd spotted various buffet tables on the sides of the vast room they were in, a band setting up on a small stage with a DJ nearby ready to take over for when they'd finished their pieces.
Max watched as caterers finished last minute preparations, saw as they finished setting out cups and cutlery along the 'U' shaped line of tables gathered around a small circular table with two seats designated for her and Chloe. In the corner there was a small bar with all kinds of alcoholic beverages being manned by somebody who was no doubt an experienced barman.
"This is just… wow," she whispered and looked at her wife. "I'm so happy right now."
With a grin, Chloe pulled her in closer and planted a kiss on her lips whilst the Valkyries were distracted amongst themselves. "As am I baby, as am I."
"Excuse me for that, just had to check everything was prepared," the concierge returned with a smile. "I believe everything is ready - we can receive guests as soon as they're available."
It took a while for the reception to 'take off' as it were.
At first, courteous drinks were shared and a toast was held for Chloe and Max as they sat on their own table; the man leading the celebration none other than Ryan Caulfield - somebody who had at one point distrusted Chloe, somebody who was appalled at his daughters choice of partner, but somebody who warmed up to the prospect of the two as time had gone on and was now elated his daughter had eloped with somebody she cleared loved.
Once drinks were downed and food was brought up, everyone lost themselves in conversation.
Holding her hand across the table, Chloe sipped her water as she smiled at Max. "How are you feeling?"
Max smiled as she chewed down her food, holding her free hand over her mouth for a brief moment. "Happier than I've ever been," she admitted and squeezed their hands.
"Me too." Chloe took an olive and quickly bit down on it, leaning forward to give the other half to her wife who more than happily accepted it with a giggle. "Looking forward to later," she said with a smirk and a quick wink.
"Oh, don't you get me started." Max grinned and sipped her champagne. "I've got a surprise for you…"
"Oh?" Chloe raised her eyebrow, intrigued. "Can't wait."
As conversations went on and people had their fill of food, the band on stage had begun playing. Firstly they'd covered slow, romantic tracks that fit the atmosphere of the room. Once the food was safely digested and people were content, the band moved onto faster, more classic tracks; those managed to get a few groups of people to stand up and dance.
It wasn't until the band stopped and announced the traditional newlywed first dance that everyone shifted their attention to the floor in the middle.
"You nervous?" Chloe asked as she stood up and helped Max, gently holding her hand.
Max nodded. "A bit."
"We'll smash this. Uh… what did you chose for our song?"
Giggling quietly as she led the two of them into the middle of the room, she shook her head. "Something that describes us, you'll see."
Placing both her hands on her hip, Chloe watched as Max locked her arms behind her neck; anxiously they waited as all eyes were on them.
On stage a few instruments were replaced and quickly tuned.
The song started with light strumming of a bass guitar, followed by the quiet voice of the lead singer.
"I don't want this moment to ever end..."
"With Me," Chloe murmured and nosed herself into Max's dyed hair. "I can't believe you sometimes."
"Where everything's nothing without you... I'll wait here forever just to, to see you smile... 'cause it's true: I am nothing without you..."
"Feelings mutual," she replied as she began to move the two of them in the beat of the song.
Chloe chuckled quietly. "You expect the two of us to dance to Sum 41?"
"We only get married once," she pointed out with a smirk, "we might as well go crazy, right?"
"Max Caulfield-Price... I love you," Chloe said with an impish grin.
"Through it all, I made my mistakes... I stumble and fall, but I mean these words..."
Moments later Max yelped as Chloe pulled her close and suddenly pushed her right back out, twirling her around. "Chloe!" she exclaimed through a giggle.
Bringing her back up against her chest, Chloe planted a kiss on her lips. "You know the words, right?"
"I chose the song, idiot."
Chloe laughed.
"I want you to know: with everything, I won't let this go..." they sang in unison as the crowd cheered, "these words are my heart and soul... I'll hold onto this moment you know... 'cause I'd bleed my heart out to show that I won't let go..."
The reception passed like a breeze once the newlyweds had finished their rather strange first dance; after all, an upbeat rock song was hardly the first choice for many.
Once their dance was done, the band went back to playing a few other covers before they'd bid their leave - allowing the DJ to take over with more modern tracks that got the younger generation of the Price and Caulfield extended families dancing.
It was roughly 11:30PM when the reception had finally finished and the guests said their last congratulations to the newlyweds as they guarded the exit on either side of the doorway.
"Thank you for coming," Chloe said to the 15th, perhaps 16th Caulfield family member in a row as he gave his wishes and promptly left the hotel.
Thankfully that was the last of them too.
"Jesus," Max said as she approached Chloe and wrapped a hand around her waist, pressing her face against her chest. "Glad that's over."
"Your family is fucking huuuuuuge," the biker said as she emphasised the last part.
Max giggled and nodded. "I've never seen half of them, I'll be honest with you - I think my mom just invited them because I told her to invite everyone she wanted."
"Yeah, let's not do that again." Chloe sighed and looked around the mostly empty room now, noting the presence of the Valkyries huddled together near the bar. "Do you want to hang out a bit more or head up?"
"Let's hang out with Miley and the girls a bit," she responded and started to leisurely lead them towards the bar; sneaking admiring glances at her wife whenever she wasn't looking.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Ellen called out as she saw the couple approach. "If it ain't the wild couple themselves! With Me?"
"Her choice," Chloe jerked her head towards the brunette.
Ellen held her hand out in a fistbump and laughed when Max obliged her. "Way to go gurl, that's a sweet song for a first dance - good choice... kinda adorable too, given the words."
Max chuckled and bobbed her head. "I think it was sweet," she admitted and shrugged, "besides, me and Chlobear like Sum 41."
"Chlobear?" Miley asked and flashed a smug grin.
Chloe blushed.
"So how about a toast?" Daisy said as she appeared from behind Ellen. "To the newlyweds and their good health?"
"I… I don't know…" Chloe rubbed her neck awkwardly, looking down at Max. "I don't drink, not anymore."
"Do it this one time," Max whispered as she gave her permission. "It's just one shot glass, you won't get drunk."
"You sure?" she asked to confirm.
Tiptoeing, she kissed her cheek to a wave of 'awww' from the Valkyries. "I'm sure."
"Right then," Chloe slammed her hand down on the bar to get the bartender's attention, "a shot for everyone here, give me your best."
Waiting until their order had been fulfilled, the posse shared quiet conversation as they teased and joked about the couple.
"Shots!" the bartender exclaimed as he filled up the last of the glasses.
Miley took hers immediately and walked around the group, standing at the forefront as she watched all of them gather theirs. "Now, before we split and go to our rooms to do whatever," she winked towards Max and Chloe, "I'd like to raise a toast to our two sisters here."
Chloe smiled as she held her shot, kissing Max's temple.
"You girls have by far been the greatest thing that has come out of this small band of misfits we've created well over 10 years ago. You've made it through thick and thin, through sickness and, yes, even death," she gestured towards Chloe with a smirk. "You've stuck together from the beginning and you're probably the reason why everyone in this club is as close as they are - Ellen and Daisy included."
Daisy groaned and hid her face in Ellen's shoulder briefly.
"Without further ado... I raise a toast to Chloe and Max Caulfield-Price, Valkyries to the end and the best damn sisters we could've asked for!"
Entering the Master suite reserved for them at the top floor of the hotel, Max and Chloe giggled wildly as they shut the door behind them.
"$5 says that Ellen and Daisy go at it the moment they're in their room," Chloe said as she walked them inside.
"Gross!" Max scrunched up her face and giggled, looking around their suite. "W-wow."
It was indeed 'wow' material to them both. With a queen sized bed adorned with bedposts and curtains, the walls were a rich mahogany colour with an equally rich floor to boot. The no doubt expensive furniture was placed against the walls in places as it all made room for the large double window on the other side of the room; a premium view of the Willamette river running through Portland to boot.
"Holy shit Chloe," she continued and quickly dragged the two of them across the room to look out the window. "Insane…"
"Yeah." Chloe looked at the view herself as she breathed out a content sigh. "Guess we've outdone ourselves with all of this, haven't we?"
"Are you kidding?" Max exhaled quietly and rested her head on Chloe's shoulder, watching the view. "This is amazing... by far the best day of my life so far."
"So far," Chloe repeated and suggestively wiggled her eyebrows at her wife the moment she looked at her. "Didn't you have a gift for me?"
Max stood on her tiptoes and brushed their lips together whilst her hand travelled up Chloe's chest, grabbing her tie and gently wrapping it around her fingers. "Come with me," she cooed into her ear as she began to drag the biker towards the bed.
"Oh boy," Chloe breathed out as she stumbled a few times on the way, giggling. "Just what do I get from you, huh?"
"Sit," she demanded as she jabbed a finger to the bed.
Chloe obeyed and sat herself down at the foot of the bed.
"Once upon a time, I did a lil' somethin' somethin' for you in Las Vegas," Max purred out as she sat down on Chloe's lap, running her tongue over the side of Chloe's throat, following it up with soft kisses. "Jog my memory?"
"Oh… OH…" Chloe gulped as she moved her head to the side, giving Max more room. "I remember."
"Mm," she hummed out, "I was thinking that I give you a repeat of that. Would you like that...?"
"Y-yeah, I'd like that."
"Settle in," she whispered and bit her earlobe gently before slipping off her lap, seductively running her hand over her body. "We're in for a looooong night, baby."
Chloe was giddy with excitement.
A/N:
Chloe and Max's first dance song is With Me, Sum 41.