The sweet, slightly skunky smell of marijuana was the first thing Max smelt when she opened her eyes. Then the soft scent of vanilla, and the fabric softener from her duvet. Then something a little harder to pinpoint; a mixture of skin, sweat, and…Chloe.
Max turned to her right, blinking hazily. Sunlight streamed in through the open window, - the kind of sharp, dazzling light that only comes in winter mornings- casting a golden halo around Chloe's figure beside her. The blue-haired girl was propped up in bed smoking a joint, completely naked save for the bullet necklace hanging between her cleavage. Her pale skin was as unblemished as a bowl of cream, and the chinks of sun from the window formed little mosaic-like patterns on her arms and legs. Her blue hair was a little mussed, and her expression was pensive. She inhaled without a hitch of breath, then exhaled quietly and fluidly, blowing little smoke rings every now and then.
It was the most beautiful sight Max had ever seen.
Chloe must have noticed her staring, because her big blue eyes suddenly flickered towards Max, and her entire face lit up in a lazy grin. As their eyes met, an electric current zapped through Max's nerves. The entirety of last night came back to her, and she blushed deeply. "Hey sleepyhead," Chloe whispered softly in her low, husky morning voice. The way her words caught slightly reminded Max of the hungry, heavy moans she'd let out last night, and when she'd muttered curse words as their bodies had come together.
"Hey, yourself," Max replied, her cheeks on fire. She noticed that the bedspread was hanging rather low around her chest and quickly pulled it up bashfully.
Chloe's grin widened. "You know, I saw all that last night. All of it."
Max's blush deepened. "We're not all as cocky as you, Chlo."
"I don't see why not. If I were you I'd show those things off all day and all night."
Max smacked her on the arm, laughing. "Those things? Is that all I am to you, a piece of meat?"
Chloe leaned in towards her, her marijuana-scented breath tickling her cheeks. "Please, I could say the same about you. I think you might have actually ripped my shirt trying to pull it off last night-"
"-Chloe!" Max interrupted her with a squeal, smacking her again. "I wasn't that bad!"
"If I'd known punching someone would get you so…fired up… I would have done it sooner." Chloe retorted with a chuckle, leaning back and taking another long drag of her joint. Max buried her head in the sheets, eliciting another laugh from Chloe. She heard the low hiss of Chloe putting her joint out in the half-drunk cup of water on the bedside table, and then she felt her arms around her, lifting her chin up so that they could kiss.
"You done with your 'wake n bake', stoner?" Max teased in between kisses.
Chloe tugged at her hair lightly, dragging her fingernails up Max's waist. "Be careful what you say to me, Maxie. I know all your weaknesses now." She moved her lips to Max's neck, gently kissing the sensitive skin.
Tingles shot up Max's spine and she let out a soft sigh, pulling Chloe's head up and kissing her hard on the mouth. She ran her fingers through the other girl's choppy hair, letting them trail down and caress her skin. There was no lotion or cream in the entire world that could emulate the softness of Chloe's skin- she felt like she could spend all day touching it. In fact, that was all she wanted to do. Just touch Chloe. Not even in a sexual way; she just wanted to run her fingers through her hair, trace circles against her spine, run her thumb over her sweet pink lips. And the best part was that now she could. She could touch Chloe whenever she wanted, for as long as she wanted.
Because they were together.
A bubble of joy exploded suddenly in Max's chest and she let out an involuntary squeal. Chloe jolted with surprise and gave her a sleepy grin, one eyebrow cocked. "Woah, someone's excited. And this early in the morning?"
Max blushed, feeling her pulse quicken as she remembered the feeling that had pooled in her gut last night and the way her legs had shook. So that was what it was meant to feel like. She now understood why people described an orgasm as a 'mini earthquake'; it felt like her whole body was on vibrate, getting hotter and hotter and then…
"Max? Penny for your thoughts?" Chloe interrupted with a cocky smirk on her face that said she knew exactly what Max was thinking about.
"I'm just, uh…thinking about…" Max stumbled to think of an excuse, but there was no point. Chloe had always been able to see straight through her. "Last night."
Chloe's smile widened and moved into a stretch, arching her back like a cat. "Which part? Me punching Nathan, outing you to the whole school, breaking down in your room or the other thing? You gotta be more specific Max, it was a pretty eventful night." she teased.
"The other thing..." Max admitted bashfully.
"Don't. Seriously, don't even mention it. If I start thinking about…you, and what we did, then I seriously won't be able to control myself," Chloe muttered, and her low voice sent tingles up Max's spine. "Somehow I don't think your Blackwell buddies will appreciate that kind of wake up call."
Max attempted a smile, but her mind was suddenly pre-occupied with other things. Specifically, one thing. Last night, when her and Chloe had sex, it had been pretty one-sided. Like, entirely one-sided. Chloe had been the one doing stuff to Max, but not the other way round. It wasn't like Max didn't want to- because she really, really did- she just…didn't know how, exactly. She didn't really know at all. Chloe was obviously a complete pro. Even thinking about the stuff she'd done- how she'd moved her hand, the way she'd flicked her tongue- had Max breaking out in a sweat. How could she even compete with that? What if Chloe didn't like what she did- then what? Obviously sexual compatibility wasn't the biggest part of a relationship, but it was important. And it wasn't fair to make Chloe do all the work all the time- she'd clearly enjoyed it, but it must be somewhat frustrating for her. For a moment Rachel's angelic face flitted into Max's mind, and she couldn't help but wonder what she'd been like in bed. The girl was perfect at everything- no doubt she had been great at that too.
"What's wrong?" Chloe's soft, inquisitive voice interrupted her thoughts again.
Max closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from anxiously gnawing at her lip. "Nothing, I'm all good." She replied, but she knew as soon as the words were out of her mouth that it sounded like a lie.
"Max, I'm gonna ask again, and if you don't tell me what's wrong then I may be forced to kill you." Chloe announced, sitting back on her hind legs and looking Max dead in the eye. Max's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes ran over Chloe's completely naked torso. Damn. She had a good body. "What's wrong?"
"Oooh, aggressive. Name's Bond, Chloe Bond, am I right?" Max giggled, expertly avoiding the question.
Chloe picked up the pillow she'd been sleeping on and chucked it at Max's head- hard. "Stop deflecting, Caulfield."
Max propped herself up with a groan, rubbing her head. Ouch. Perhaps not so expertly then, after all. "It's…embarrassing, okay?"
"Babe. Whatever it is, I don't care, and I won't judge. Unless you drink your own pee, or you have a foot fetish. Then I might judge a little bit."
Max snorted. "I thought pee was meant to be nutritious!" she joked. "Okay…well, uh, I just- didn't it bother you? Last night? When I didn't…because I don't…do stuff to you?"
Chloe stared at Max for a moment, her beautiful blue eyes blank and impassive. Then she smiled and winked, moving her torso over Max so that she was on top of her. The sudden weight of her body and the heat of her breath made something bubble in Max's gut- the familiar 'oh!' sensation of last night. Chloe ran her fingers slowly over Max's lips, then pressed her mouth against the spot where they had been. Her mouth was warm and wet, and it tasted like the most delicious mix of cinnamon and smoke. If heaven was a feeling, then that kiss was definitely it.
Max let out a soft moan and Chloe pulled away, a smile playing on her lips. "You think hearing that bothers me, Maxine Caulfield?"
Max bit her lip- she never thought she'd see the day when hearing someone call her by her full name would turn her on.
"Let me get one thing very clear…" Chloe murmured, moving closer and leaving a trail of kisses down Max's neck and shoulders. "Nothing about last night bothered me. Well, if you think it bothered me that you-" And then she brought her lips up to Max's right ear and whispered something that not only made her cheeks burn bright red, but also caused her heart nearly explode out of her chest.
Max shot upright, the flush on her cheeks creeping down her body and developing in a particularly interesting chickenpox effect on her chest and arms. How did Chloe manage to simultaneously embarrass her and turn her on? Max still felt like the biggest virgin ever, even though last night had changed that. Even thinking that made her blush even harder.
Chloe herself had interrupted into giggles beside her, clearly anticipating her words' effect upon Max. "Are you okay?" she eventually choked out.
"You're an asshole." Max chided, but she couldn't stop the smile creeping onto her face.
"Yep, I am." Chloe chuckled, sitting up and nuzzling Max's neck. "But I'm your asshole."
Now it was Max's turn to burst into giggles. "I know you meant that to sound cute…but it just sounds like I have two assholes now."
Chloe shook with laughter. She sprang forward, ripped the duvet away and pinned Max down, tickling her sides with her long, bony fingers. "How'd you like this, smartass! Hah! Try and save yourself now, Caulfield!"
Max shrieked so loud that the entire dorm corridor must have heard her- tickling was her biggest weakness. Especially when it involved a naked Chloe on top of her. "S-stop! I beg you!" she sputtered, desperately squirming and scrabbling away from Chloe's fingers. The two girls rolled around on the bed for what felt like an eternity, both of them getting more and more hysterical and their laughter louder and louder. Suddenly Chloe crashed her lips onto Max's, taking her by surprise. They shared a deep kiss, their hot, heavy breath coming out in little pants as their mouths opened and closed. The blue-haired girl's fingers stopped tickling and slowly started making their way down Max's stomach. She traced her hipbone, and then they disappeared between her legs.
'Oh', Max thought to herself, 'This isn't the worst way to wake up….'
A/N: Wow...ok. Hi guys. It's been 3 freaking years.
First of all, I just wanted to profusely apologise for the way I left this story. There are no excuses really- life, work, college, etc. etc. I know how many of you were really invested in this story, and I want to thank you for the bottom of my heart for your amazing comments and private messages. It means the world to me that you liked About a Girl- I honestly didn't think anyone would read it. I don't know if anyone is still out there reading, but I'm going to start posting again. I can't promise it'll be a chapter a week, but I'm really going to try. Writing this story has given me so much joy, and I can't wait to get into itagain. I really hope you guys forgive me.
As far as LIS goes, a LOT has happened! Before the Storm came out, which was amaaazing. I always found Rachel intriguing, and I LOVED playing as Chloe. What about you guys, how did you find it- I mean I know it came out in 2017, but still. Damn time flies. Have you been swayed over to the dark side, aka amberprice stans? I have to say, Pricefield will always be my faves. I definitely think Before the Storm will add a lot more layers to this story, though. I've always had a vague plan of how I want this story to go; I'm planning on around 20-ish more chapters (at least!). As for whether Rachel is alive or dead, if Jefferson is gonna be more involved...well, you will have to keep on reading ;)
Again, thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Have an amazing Christmas, and I'll see you soon! xxxxxxxxxxxx