A/N: This is my first time writing smut so if this is not your thing you can skip the chapter, it doesn't add or change anything to the story. I'll try to get more writing done this month. If there's anything you want me to touch base on lmk! As always comment and fav and keep on being your gay self (:

Max straddled Chloe's lap, she was taken back by how much she wanted this but also how much they both did.

Max gingerly ran her thumb over Chloe's bottom lip and smiled to herself before leaning in and slowly and teasingly nibbling on it. Chloe moaning ever so softly "You're such a tease caulfield." Chloe mumbled slipping her hands under Max's shirt, pulling it over her head. Chloe's hands ran up and down Max's sides, two fingers came to rest under Max's chin pulling her down for a kiss but not to her lips but to her Jaw.

Chloe ran her tongue on the outline of Max's jaw and feverishly kissed at it, nipping roughly at the skin. Max felt hot and short out of breath, she inched closer, her torso at Chloe's disposal but she need more, bucking her hips to align with chloe's, she rolled them creating friction. Chloe grinned guiding her lips to Max's neck, her kisses were feather like and trailed all along to her collarbone.

Max's eyes fluttered closed, with her arms looped around Chloe's neck afraid that she might fall back. Chloe rested her hand on the small of Max's back, whispering softly into her ear "Don't worry Caulfield I won't let you go." Max smiled nibbling on her own bottom lip, she felt her stomach flip, afraid to look at Chloe because she knew if she did she would melt all over again.

Chloe started out by nibbling on her earlobe, slowly teasingly slow marveling and savoring how sweet Max smelled. It did things to her too, she knew that Max was becoming impatient but it didn't matter, she wanted Max to want it, to want her more than anything. The things she would do to her, the stories Max probably heard were true and all she ever wanted was to do them to Max. Chloe lifted her up carrying her over to the twin sized bed, hovering over Max eagerly stripping her shirt away too.

Max gracefully ran her hands all over Chloe's bare arms, she wanted to tear away at every piece of clothing separating them, her eyes resting on Chloe's hips, how her tight pants clung snug on her body but all she wanted to feel is how sharp her hip bones were, what damage they could do to her, how badly she wanted graze her mouth over them, at every inch of Chloe to be exact.

Max's thought were lost when Chloe's tongue was back on her skin, her mouth hungrily attracted to her neck, the sensation was torture. Max couldn't tell what made her life hell, was it the feather like kisses or was the biting, the pulling or the teeth being dug into her flesh. Max's mouth only seemed to know Chloe's name in those dire moments. Chloe finally made her way to Max's chest, reaching behind her and unstrapping Max's bra. Chloe let her chest breathe before she wrapped her mouth over them, at first it was only the areola, pinching the opposite one she gave attention to. Chloe felt Max arch up to her and chloe looked up at the petite girl, satisfied by how much she was squirming, the smile played on her lips before she so very slowly started to tug off Max's pants.

Max lifted her hips to help Chloe, practically kicking off her favorite pair of Jeans. Max pulled Chloe back up, pressing her lips to her throat and Chloe tilted Max's chin up, her face aside. Chloe whispered wicked things against her ear. Max grinned and unbuttoned her pants.

Chloe kissed her softly, twice. Then her head tilts, dips, and her mouth closes over Max's heart. As she kisses Chloe's burning skin, a shock shudders through her.

Max was the one she never knew she was waiting for, and as long as she's willing she would never let her go.

Max kissed at Chloe's bare shoulders and how slowly Chloe dragged her nails down her back. Shedding everything until skin met skin.

Max shivered at the delicious sting of Chloe's jaw as she trailed kisses down the dip in her navel, at her fox smile as she drowned her out in feeling. Soft, muted, dreamy waves of colors at first-ochre and umber and rose with her tongue. Max's breath caught, and she needed- She needed.

"Hurry" pleaded Max.

"Slowly" Chloe replied.

Chloe thrilled at her rising, aching, swelling sound as she drew out every torturous kiss. Her muscles tighten and tremble and she grasps the sheets and Chloe glances up, needing to see her face.

Max is wild. And Chloe has never seen anything more outrageously beautiful in her life. But then Max threads her hands into her hair and pulls.

As Max drew Chloe up against her, Chloe's fingers inside her, there was a pinch of scarlet. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice gentle in a way Max never heard before.

Max breathed "Yes" as the color softened and faded before it became more intense, Max pulled her closer.

Chloe slides one hand up her back and Max's ankles lock around Chloe's waist and takes Chloe in with those fathomless eyes. They are connected: hands, limbs, mouths, bodies, souls. No one has ever known this. Max kisses Chloe and its as if there is sugar on Chloe's tongue and champagne in her blood; she wants to drown in her taste and scent and sound. Max is the body electric ; she is the high that Chloe has been chasing but never caught until now.

Nipping. Pulling. Teasing. Tasting. Max feels every stroke Chloe makes and feels the slight pressure on her clit, her vision is blurred and she can't think, she doesn't want to think, she just wants to tell her how much she loves her but words don't come out, she's lost in her own thoughts and in Chloe's touch.

Max raised her hips to meet every slow, intricate sensation, as they blended and feathered and blushed her into something radiant. The colors glossed and glazed into something bold and bright.

Chloe moves and her scales lengthens, stretches, rhapsodic and gorgeously violent as her eyes grow dark and threaten to close.

"Stay with me." Chloe growls, trying to bite back her own desperation, her fear that she'll slip away. She never wants to looking at her from here. "Stay"

They flutter open- she's still here. "I need to hear you," she begs in that voice, and I can't refuse her, not anything. Not now, not ever.

Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je't appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d'elles.

I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.