A/N: Whoops, I accidentally NSFW'd
Max looked over the bottle of shampoo in her hand before glancing back up at the rest on the shelves.
I dunno, man. Like...cucumber hyacinth? These are like candle flavors.
"You know how, like, they have candles where the scent is 'Star Lit Pond' or 'Sunny Day With A Touch Of Manic Depression?' What is that even supposed to convey?" She asked loudly enough so Chloe could hear her in the next aisle. "That's someone's job, just coming up with ridiculous candle scents."
"Yeah," she heard Chloe say. "We should get into that. It's a lucrative business. 'Seventeen Roses And A Pickle...' What do you think of that?"
"Insta-buy for this girl," Max laughed. "What about, um, 'Grandiose Adventure to the Orients?'"
"Literally flying off the shelves," the punk said, her voice fluctuating as she moved. "'Porno Couch Leather?'" Max could her hear snickering.
"Real nice," she said dryly, putting the bottle of shampoo back on the shelf so she could examine another.
"'Fucking In A Hot Tub!'" Chloe exclaimed, following it up with a bashful "sorry, ma'am."
"You're awful," Max teased, deciding on a scent dubbed 'Mango Delight.' "I'm gonna smell like mangoes, okay? Chloe?"
"Dude, check it," Chloe said as she appeared next to Max, startling the girl. She was holding a thirty pack of toilet paper.
"Man, I told you that gas station burrito was going to haunt you later." Max flashed a wicked grin as she dropped the bottle in her basket.
"Hardy har," Chloe mocked, rolling her eyes. "It's Mischief Night, Maxaroni! We gotta tear shit up!" She stared at the basket, biting her lip in thought.
"It's not fitting in there," Max said. "And how old are you again?"
"Hey!" Chloe snipped. "Fun doesn't get old unless you let it." Max relented, nodding her head in agreement.
A real philosopher, this one.
"Okay, but what are you trying to do? I mean, Blackwell is the only place that makes sense to TP and in case you forgot, we actually like the head of security now."
"Fair point," Chloe said, deflating a little. "I dunno, I wanna do something. Arcadia Bay is my bitch, after all."
"I thought I was your bitch." Max pouted, giving puppy eyes.
"No, you are my perfect little angel," Chloe said proudly.
"Gag," the brunette responded with a smirk, turning and walking down the aisle. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder, seeing Chloe cradle the bundle of toilet paper with her bottom lip puffed out. "Oh fine, but we're not doing anything that can get us arrested."
"Hella awesome," the punk whispered as she ran to catch up to Max.
"That'll be $24.37," the cashier said. Max began to search through her bag, but Chloe stopped her.
"I'm pay?" She asked in broken grammar, just a small fragment of the 'couple speak' that was growing between them.
"Fine, fine, you pay," Max laughed, gently squeezing Chloe's hand. The punk grinned and pulled a wad of one dollar bills from her pocket. She excitedly whipped it around, causing several to scatter and drift to the floor.
Making it rain at the grocery store. My girl knows how to live life.
"Shit, sorry," she said as as she knelt down to collect them. "I'm not used to having money," she admitted bashfully, with the cashier giving her a rather dry 'I'm just here to make my own' look.
Chloe had been a waitress at The Two Whales for almost two weeks. To Max's, and possibly everyone's surprise, she had taken to it rather quickly. It probably helped that a vast majority of the customers were people who were there every morning for their breakfast routine, and so they already knew Chloe. Still, Max in particular had worried perhaps too much about the girl's behavior, but so far there hadn't been any problems. 'It's like acting!' Chloe had said, adding 'I always wanted to be a drama geek.' And the girl was more than happy to take cash home every night, already using her newfound income to buy flowers for Max on two separate occasions.
"So do you have a plan for this doomsday quantity of toilet paper?" Max asked as she hoisted it into the bed of Chloe's truck.
"Maybe?" She plucked a cigarette from its pack and slid it between her lips. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced up at the parking lot lights and back at Max. "Babe, you should take a selfie like, right goddamn now. You look gorgeous." Her words were constricted through her pressed lips.
"Only if you're in it," Max said, trying to hide her reddening cheeks. The punk huffed before laughing and taking her place next to the girl.
"Always some fucking caveat with you." She held her lighter, adorned with a Jolly Roger, to her ear and shook it, then lit her cigarette. "No, Chloe," she said in a mimicking tone, "we can't watch Human Centipede tomorrow night at the Halloween get together. No, Chloe, we can't tell Kate to get us holy water because vampires. Nooo, Chloe, we can't-"
"Hey," Max interrupted, whacking her on the shoulder. "Don't be mean!" The punk smirked, giving Max a small kiss on the cheek.
Smartass. I love it.
"Just take your flippin' picture," she said coolly, taking a drag.
"You's a bitch," Max quipped as she took out her camera, hearing Chloe offer an emphatic 'mhm!' in response. She held it out and struck a pose.
In the photograph, Max smiled cheerily while holding up a peace sign with a polka dotted band-aid on her middle finger. She was wearing Chloe's beanie – something that just kind of started happening organically. Chloe had likened it to a girl wearing a guy's hoodie or letterjacket. Chloe meanwhile wasn't looking at the camera, but at Max with a proud and loving smile. Frozen smoke encapsulated their faces, giving the photo a wonderfully eerie tone that fit well with the holiday. More than anything, Max thought that she didn't look particularly attractive, which made Chloe's suggestion to even take a picture all the more sweet.
Beauty is in the eye of the sexy, blue haired beholder, I suppose.
"I like that, looks like an album cover," Chloe said as she turned to get in the truck. "But like, some kind of whacky mash up genre..." She thought for a moment, clutching the door handle. "Like shoegazing meets K-Pop."
"What should our band name be?" Max asked as she slid into the truck. She pulled her seat belt out too quickly, causing it to stop short of buckling. She yanked it several times in frustration before conceding defeat, letting it slowly retreat back into its original position. "Shush, safety excites me," she mumbled to the grinning girl next to her.
"Uh huh," Chloe laughed. "I don't know about a band name, but I know we need to do crazy concept albums. High level shit! We'll have one called Voltron's Demise, one called It's Over But Not Until You Start..." She tilted her head toward the brunette as if asking 'how fucking cool is that?'
"You've had that second one in the chamber for a while now, huh?" Max teased, finally getting her seat belt buckled.
"I had a lot of time to think about lofty artistic endeavors I'd never pursue," the punk said. "And speaking of, how's your finger doing?" She pulled Max's hand to her lips and kissed her bandaged finger.
"S'okay," Max said. "I mean, I blame you entirely for wanting me to play guitar more, but it's okay." Chloe snickered, pushing Max's hand away from her. "I'm going to have gross fingers soon!" Max smiled, wiggling her fingers in the girl's face. The blue haired girl narrowed her eyes.
"Are you trying for sleazy jokes? Because I can rattle 'em off if that's your desire."
"What?" Max asked. "Ohhhhh." She held her fingers up in front of her face and scowled. The punk cackled and started the truck.
Hmm. Never thought of that.
"Innocence lost," she said, her voice buckling under the weight of the loud punk music.
"She shoots!" Chloe cried as she tossed her keys across the room. They hit her desk, sliding across it until they ended up in the trash can. Her hands flopped to her side in disappointment.
"She fails." Max wrapped her arms around the girl's waist from behind, pressing her cheek between Chloe's shoulder blades. "I still love you even if you cannot ball."
"Gee, thanks." She quickly turned in Max's arms, scooping her off of her feet with a grunt.
"I'm getting too used to this," the brunette said as Chloe cradled her. She brought her to the bed and dumped her onto her face.
"Fine," Chloe pouted. "Don't want me carryin' ya around, I won't." She flopped next to her and opened her laptop, setting it at the foot of her bed as Max scurried to the pillow. Without words, she clicked through some files on her newly acquired flash drive and hit play. She slid her chin into the crook of the girl's neck and draped her feet over Max's. Max closed her eyes.
I love this.
"I love this," she said, deciding to make her thoughts known. Chloe shifted to her side, tracing her fingers down Max's stomach.
"You do?" She asked. "It's okay," she waved toward the laptop, "but the first three are better in my opinion." Max chuckled, letting her head bonk softly against the punk's.
"I'm not talking about Nightmare On Elm Street, which by the way, the first one is the best." She also turned onto her side, sending her fingers through Chloe's mane. "I'm talking about this. Us. That we have such a natural, amazing routine. I never even knew I wanted something like this until I saw you again."
"I like the third one," Chloe said, laughing as she braced herself against Max's smack. "But also, I agree. I love this. I love you. I love us." She snuggled in closer, slipping her hand over Max's waist and grabbing her butt. "I love that ass, too," she growled.
"You're crazy," Max giggled. "I don't have an ass."
"Nah, dawg." Chloe kneaded her. "It's perfect and adorable. Want it."
"You're such a perv, oh my gosh," Max said as she blushed, wiggling her hips to accommodate the punk's grasp.
"You fucking love it," she purred. Slowly, she dragged her tongue along Max's bottom lip, producing a shiver in the small girl's body. "Delicious," she said with a dangerous smirk. Even with almost a month's worth of experience with Chloe, a simple action could still turn Max into putty.
Chloe flipped on top of Max, pressing her hands into the pillow. She sweetly kissed the brunette's forehead, then nose, chin, her cheeks...then viciously attacked her throat. Max shuddered under the sensation, looping a hand around the back of Chloe's neck as she quietly moaned.
"Is...is anyone h-home?" She managed to say as she felt teeth gently press into her. Chloe sloppily mumbled into her skin, proving that she could do quite literally anything and it would feel amazing.
"No," she said, briefly pulling away. "Joyce work, David patrol. Chloe bite." Max snickered as the punk went for her earlobe, nibbling on it as her hand tangled with the brunette's hair. "Mmm, Max..." she whispered into her ear.
My name. Her voice. Oh my god.
Max dug her fingers into Chloe's waist, choosing to take the offensive as she latched on to the girl's collarbone. She had been learning a lot about what Chloe liked and didn't like, and the one thing that truly came through was that the girl enjoyed things rough. So, doing as she had learned, she sunk her teeth in shallowly and sucked.
"D'oooh holy shit," Chloe whimpered, buckling on top of Max. "Feels so good."
Fuckin' wowser as hell.
"Chl-"
"How's this for a wet dream!?" Freddy Krueger screamed from the laptop, interrupting Max. Both girls immediately burst into hysterics, causing Chloe to roll off of Max.
What the fuuuuuuuuuuu?!
"Oh my god!" Chloe wheezed through her laughter. "Oh my god, I forgot about that."
"Consider the mood dead," Max said as she clutched her stomach, tears building around her eyes.
"Fucking Freddy Krueger just killed the mood!" Chloe shrieked, kicking her feet. "He is a dream killer! That was amazing, holy shit."
After several minutes of laughter disintegrating into chuckles, they reformed their snuggling position from earlier. Chloe's hand drifted into Max's as they finally began to direct their attention to the movie. Whenever a particular gruesome scene appeared, Chloe would 'ha!' and cackle to herself. Throughout the film, one of the girls would issue a slight squeeze to the others' hand which would then be reciprocated. It was almost like a language, as Max felt she could tell what the punk was thinking just by the tightness of her grip, or how long it lasted.
"Not bad," Chloe said as the movie ended. "I wonder if they'll make another one?" Max sat up and rolled her eyes.
"Doubt it, I don't see much in the way of franchise potential, if I'm being honest."
"Probably right," the blue haired girl muttered into her sheets. "Kinda stupid, really. That'd be like if they made sixty movies about a big guy in a hockey mask. Like, no thanks, what a dumb idea." She propped herself up on an elbow as Max began searching through a plastic bag. "Where you go?"
"Gonna take a shower," the brunette replied, holding out her shampoo. "Since I probably won't have time to take one before class tomorrow." She read the bottle again, then held it so Chloe could see. "Mangoes."
"I like mangoes," she responded. "Well, I'll cue up another movie to watch if you're interested. Just give me a holler if you need any, uh, help in there." Max drooped her head to the side, giving Chloe a snarky look. "I'm talking about sexy things," she whispered.
"Oh!" Max yelled as she moved to the door, scooping up the extra clothes she brought. "Thank god you explained that to me! I was so lost! My hero! My saint!" She placed the back of her hand on her forehead. "Whatever would I have done without you?!" She slammed the door behind her, before opening it back up and peeking her head in. "I'd have been lost forever! Just a poor soul on the broken road of missed euphemisms!"
"You're getting sassier," Chloe laughed. "You wear it well."
Max pulled on her shirt and grinned into the mirror, examining her teeth.
Hmm. Bucky.
She hung the wet towel over the rail above the tub and bundled up her clothes.
Wonder if we're going right into Nightmare On Elm Street 5: Things Get Even More Nightmarish! Funny how these movies aren't nearly as frightening once you've dealt with...things.
She shrugged to herself as she opened Chloe's door. She stood confused when the punk was nowhere to be found.
"Chlo? You downstairs?" She called as she turned around.
"Boo!" Chloe screamed from behind her, latching onto her shoulders. She whipped around anxiously.
Ahhhh! Things! I'M DEALING WITH THINGS!
"Christ, Chloe, don't do..." She trailed off when she saw that Chloe was entirely wrapped in toilet paper. "What. Are you doing."
"I'm a mummy!" She beamed, or...at least Max figured she was beneath the paper. "This was harder to do than I'd care to admit."
"You are such a dork, oh my god," Max laughed as she scooted by her, lofting her pile of clothes onto the floor near her bag. "This is what you decided to do with all that toilet paper?"
"Uh huh!" She wriggled her hips. "I'm super spooky, right?"
Super adorable, more like.
"Yeah, you're a real nightmare for stubborn bowel movements everywhere." She sat on the bed, her hand sweeping across lace fabric. "I've got to take a photo of this."
"Spooky pinup model, at your service," the punk said, continuing to dance. Max climbed across the bed and reached out for her bag, moving a pair of tattered jeans from on top of it.
"Give me somethin' good," Max teased as she aimed her camera.
"Retuuuuurn the slaaaaaaab," Chloe groaned, holding her arms out stiffly.
Gah, that fucking show spooked me so much.
Max took the picture and whipped the Polaroid around, admiring the shot when it finally became visible.
"You're cute and I love you," she said, setting the photo to the side.
"Good, that's what I'm here for...now, help me out of this? It's surprisingly hot." Chloe shuffled over to the brunette and held out her foot. "Set me free unto this world, Caulfield."
"Yes ma'am!" Max replied as she began to unwind the toilet paper. Chloe wiggled her toes when her foot was finally free, prompting a giggle from Max. "You took your socks off?"
"Yesh."
As she continued to uncover her, she noticed she was seeing more bare leg than she was expecting. Arching an eyebrow, she glanced back over to her bag and studied the jeans she had to move.
Those are definitely Chloe's.
Anxiously, she moved a little quicker, pulling off strand after strand until it became clear the girl was not wearing any pants. With a final tug, she revealed a pair of baby blue underwear. The gun went off in her head as her heart began to race.
"Chloe..." She gingerly touched her thigh.
"Jeans were too bulky," the punk said. "Stop ogling and hurry up, s'il vous plait."
"Right, sorry." Max blushed deeply. She stood up and carried on with unwinding, her eyes drifting as she uncovered Chloe's abs. A thought struck her, and she turned to see that the random piece of fabric she had brushed against earlier was in fact Chloe's bra. She swallowed, pulling the paper off until Chloe's bare chest was right in front of her face.
O...okay...this is new...this is...wow...
Feeling totally overwhelmed, she found herself nibbling on her bottom lip. Her breasts were perky and...
Incredible...
But what really caught Max's eye was something she didn't expect to find...though in hindsight, it was so like Chloe to get her nipples pierced. Chloe cleared her throat.
"My eyes are up here, Maxine." Her voice was dainty in the guise of smarmy. "Though to be fair, probably hard to tell."
"S-sorry." Max hurriedly unwrapped the rest of her, finding not a victorious or snarky Chloe, but a soft and vulnerable one. The blue in her eyes seemed to quiver with uncertainty.
"Hey," she said quietly, but sweetly.
"Hi," Max responded, still spellbound and desperately trying maintain eye contact.
"I, uh...figured out another way to...get into mischief." She stepped toward Max, pressing their chests together.
"You did? You did. You...did?" She stammered, feeling her insides swirl.
"Uh huh," Chloe breathed against Max's cheek as her lips found her ear. Max felt a hand clasp around her wrist – not tightly, not like before. The punk pulled slowly, directing her hand toward her chest. As she made contact, feeling the soft mound beneath her fingers, she let out a small sigh of excitement. For a moment, she envisioned her eyes rolling like a slot machine, Loony Tunes style until two hearts lined up.
"Chloe, you're...amazing," she said quietly, taking the initiative to bring her other hand into play. The punk closed her eyes.
"I have pretty rockin' tits," she giggled heavenly.
Zero arguments here.
"They're, uh...you got them pierced. I did not know that." She bit her lip in both embarrassment and desire. "Did not know that at all."
"You like?" She asked, sliding her hand under Max's shirt.
"I do," she admitted with a blush. "It's hella sexy." Chloe smirked.
"I love how you say that now," she said, clasping onto the brunette's shirt with her other hand. "And I love how you wear my hat. And the way you smile. And, fuck, I just love you so much..." She began lifting Max's shirt, but stopped. "Can I?" She asked. The small girl nodded sheepishly.
Gently, she pulled her shirt off, revealing a black bra. Chloe smiled at her, before bending down and kissing the center of her chest.
"Did, um..." Max began, glancing about wildly as her girlfriend kissed her. "Did the piercings hurt?" She felt a lash of laughter on her chest.
"They hurt pretty bad," Chloe said. "But it was so worth it. It feels great when...well..." She stood back up and moved her hand over Max's again. Taking control of the girl's index and thumb, she lightly pinched her nipple, pulling slightly. Max watched as she bit her bottom lip in pleasure.
"No, let me," Max said, shaking off Chloe's hand as she giggled. On her own, she nervously grasped and mimicked the movement. As she did, she felt two hands slide up her back, stopping when they reached her bra. It came loose and Chloe briefly backed away, pulling it from Max's arms as she did.
"Perfect," the blue haired girl said as she got a full view of Max.
So, this is happening. Okay. Hold it together, Max. Hold it together.
Flustered, Max grabbed the punk's wrist and turned to the bed, though Chloe refused to move.
"Uh uh, Max," she said with a teasing smile. "This isn't a fair trade yet." She yanked her hand, pulling them back together.
"What? But I..." She stopped when she felt fingers dip into the waist of her shorts. "Okay," she said, regaining some playfulness. "I guess that's fair." In a smooth motion, she felt the temperature drop considerably on her lower body as the cotton from her shorts fell across her feet. Chloe pressed her palms softly against Max's chest as she moved closer. She flashed a mischievous grin and pushed, sending Max backward onto the bed.
"You're even more beautiful than I could have imagined," Chloe said as she crawled on top of Max. "You're just perfect in every way." A tint of red spread across the brunette's cheeks. "Yeah, blush all you want," she laughed lightly, her breath exploding against Max's chest. "That does nothing to change my mind."
"You're perfect too, Chlo. Like, god, I can't even believe this. You're – oooooh," Max moaned as she felt the punk's tongue slowly drag over breast, resting at her nipple. She frantically reached for Chloe's hair, roughly grabbing it as the girl pressed harder and began to suck. "Fuck, Chloe."
"Music to my ears," Chloe giggled, raising her head to make eye contact. She dug against the sheets, sneaking her hand under Max as she grabbed her ass.
"Stop!" Max laughed, tugging Chloe's hair. "I probably look like a tomato. Just...yanno...keep going."
"Mixed signals, Max," she muttered against her skin, returning her attention to the girl's chest. Max writhed as Chloe's tongue traced circles, slipping back and forth against her. A hand began to sink slowly into the brunette's inner thigh, creeping upward. She felt herself involuntarily clamp her legs shut. The punk glanced up at her, confused. "Max?"
Shit. Shitshitshit.
"I...I don't think I'm ready for that yet," she said sheepishly. "I don't think I was ready the night of the party, either." She clasped a hand to her face in disappointment and cringed. "Are you mad?"
"Mad?" Chloe asked, shocked. "Dude, give me some credit!" She crawled upward and kissed Max, letting it linger before rolling off of her. "Babe, I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Did...did I go too far already?"
"No! No. No no no. Noooo. Definitely not. Nope. No. N-"
"I got it, kid," Chloe laughed, kissing her cheek. "I was just checking."
"I..." Max began, sighing. "I want it to happen. So, so badly. You have no idea. But, there's just a mixture of things kind of keeping me from being totally into it. And I want to be totally, one hundred percent yours when it happens. You deserve that."
"D'aw," the punk laughed. Max pouted, turning away from her. "No, dude, seriously. Aw. Awwww. Awwwwwwwww. AWWWWWWWWWW," she continued to yell into Max's ear. The brunette waved her away in mock annoyance. "I'm just saying, that's just...different than I'm used to. Everything about you is different than I'm used to in the best way possible. Sex has never like...meant much before." She frowned, burrowing her face into Max's chest. "It's nice to know someone cares about me enough to make it special."
"You're like, my little punk rock princess, you deserve to be spoiled. I'm scared I'm not going to be any good either, which kind of fucks with that concept." She tenderly swiped through Chloe's hair.
"It'll be amazing, because you're amazing. I mean, holy shit, look at you, girl." Chloe sat up and greedily drank in the image of Max. "Fuckin' fine."
"Yeah, yeah," she said dismissively, too embarrassed to accept the compliment. "But, I want to be clear, what we've already done...I'm super on board for that. Like one hundred percent, let's get that train going." She absentmindedly reached out and stroked one of Chloe's piercings.
"Crystal clear," the blue haired girl said, grinning from ear to ear. "In that case, you know what feels even better than just touchin' them?" She waggled her eyebrows.
"What!?" Max asked sarcastically, knowing exactly where it was going. Chloe straddled her once more, lowering herself until Max caught one of the silver barbells with her tongue. The punk shivered, wrapping her arms around the girl's head and burrowing into her hair. After a moment, Max felt the girl giggle against her head. She stopped immediately, panicked she did something wrong.
Oh no, did I fuck it up? Was it not good?
"Sorry, sorry," Chloe laughed, her voice dancing along Max's scalp. "You just really smell like mangoes."
A/N: Huh. So that happened.
Truth be told, there will probably be more chapters with similar content in the future. I apologize if this turns anyone off from the story, but in my mind it was always going to cover these moments - my main goal from the start was to deal with all of the aspects of their relationship, the good, the bad, and the sexual.
Annnnywhoooo, you guys continually astound me with your support. Thank you all so much for reading!