When Max opened the door, Chloe was wiggling side to side excitedly, the plastic take out bag jerking along for the ride. She opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes were pulled downward as she noticed the blue haired girl's skirt. She watched it whip around with her momentum, revealing more and more of her pale skin with each swish.
"Oh, wow," she said quietly, causing Chloe to laugh.
"That's about what I was going for!" She gave Max a peck on the cheek and slid by her into the room, tossing her duffel bag onto the bed. "I got a lot of food," she said as she rifled through the take out bag. Max turned around with an eyebrow raised, a goofy smile spread out over her face.
"What in the world drives Chloe Price to wear a skirt?" She crossed her arms. The punk looked down, then back up and shrugged happily.
"Thought you might like it! Also wanted to see if you had any hidden school girl fantasies." She glanced around the room, tapping her index finger to her chin. "Do you have like...a ruler or anything? We can see how deep this rabbit hole goes."
"Shut up!" Max laughed, closing the distance between them. "I do not have school girl fantasies. At least, I don't think..." She looked to the side in thought. "I guess I don't know a whole lot about the girl side of my fantasy list."
"Ah, but there's a boy side!" Chloe laughed, poking Max in the cheek. "I can work with that! I'm creative!" She continued poking her cheek until the brunette waved her hand away.
"I do like it, though," Max said, blushing a little. "It's pretty sexy." She grabbed a stack of paper plates and plopped to the floor, with Chloe following. "What can I do to be sexy?" She asked as she removed their food from the bag.
"Yeesh, I dunno, Max," the punk said with a teasing smile. "I'm kind of into this pale skin, freckle, shaggy hair, hipster aesthetic and I just don't know if you can make something like that happen overnight."
"Har har." She spooned a bit of rice onto her plate. "I want to know your fantasies though, like that Ludacris song."
"Yes, that's exactly what we should base our sex life on," Chloe quipped. "Also, maybe...let's actually have a sex life first before we get that far?" She stuck her tongue out.
Hmmph, screeching brakes.
"That's fair," she said quietly. "What did you get?" She prodded her fork into Chloe's food.
"General Tso's, dawg." She glanced at Max's food. "Sharesies?" The brunette nodded. They exchanged containers, adding some of each to their own plate. "I also bought like two orders of those sugary, fried doughnut thingies?"
"Oh man, I love those!"
"Good, because I forgot how big the portions were on these fuckers. I think we might actually have like fifty of them." She chewed a piece of chicken slowly. "Hope they're good left over." The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the music on Max's laptop and Chloe's overenthusiastic chewing.
"Uh," Max said with uncertainty, "are you cool that we aren't having sex yet? I know you said it was fine but my brain likes to mess with me." Chloe froze, her icy blue eyes locking onto Max's. Very slowly, she reached to her left and grabbed a doughnut, bringing it to her lips and popping the whole thing into her mouth.
"Maf," she said, her voice a mess of dough. "No 'ush. Serious'y." She chewed frantically, swallowed and gulped for air. "No rush. Seriously. I will wait as long as you need to. Time is on our side." She gave a delightfully cheesy wink as she said it.
"The skirt though," Max frowned. "Es muy caliente!" Chloe smirked and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and revealing her underwear. "Oh, dude!" Max sputtered, waving her hands around. "You're the worst. God dammit."
"Sorry, what?" Chloe laughed, sitting back up. "I had to stretch, my back is sore from marching around the Two Whales all day." She stuck her tongue out again.
That damn tongue.
"You're like a succubus." Max pouted. Chloe cackled in delight, getting on her hands and knees. She began to crawl away from Max, shaking her ass as she did so.
"Bet I could convince you to eat an apple. It's real juicy and delicious, too. All you'd have to do is sell out and condemn all other people to a life of suffering!" She lowered her upper body to the carpet, leaving just her butt in the air, waving from side to side. "Any takers?" She asked flirtatiously.
"I'm eating with my eyes closed from now on!" Max shrieked, flustered.
"Fair enough, Daredevil, just don't miss and stab yourself with the fork." She scrambled back over to her plate and continued eating. "It's always gonna be there if you want it," she added with her mouth full.
"So," Max began after they had finished eating. "How did everything go today?"
"That seems like a good segue," the punk said, snatching her duffel bag from the bed. She pulled it into her lap and unzipped it. "Frank stopped by the liquor store, so I got some stuff too..." She brought out two bottles of wine. "I figure your alcohol palate is probably shit, no offense, so I got a red and a white." She looked over one of the bottles, then up at Max. "Corruption train has pulled into the station?"
Ooooh! Corruption train! I have my ticket!
"Well, first of all," Max said as she pointed at Chloe. "I've had wine before, I'm not that sheltered. Remember the stain in your living room? And second, was it that bad? What happened?"
"It wasn't bad, just tiring. Seeing Rachel actually went really well, I didn't even cry!" She held both bottles up victoriously. "But afterward, I went to see my dad. This is really embarrassing, but I haven't visited his grave pretty much since he's been gone. I went like a week after the funeral and then never went back."
"Oh, Chloe." Max moved their plates to the side and scooted closer. She wrapped her in a hug, feeling the girl's breath wash along her cheek.
"It felt good to finally do it," she admitted. "I was thinking I might go back kind of soonish...would you come with?" Max pulled out of the hug just enough so she could rest their foreheads together. "I think it'd be a cool spot to take photos, at the very least."
"Of course I'll go with you, Chloe." She kissed her. "It'd be nice to see William again." She unleashed a flurry of small pecks on Chloe's forehead. "How was Frank, by the way?"
"He was good," she said, taking two red solo cups out of her duffel bag. "He's a lot more mellow now, obviously." She held up the two bottles. "Pinot noir or Moscato?" Max pondered for a moment, then pointed to the Moscato. "Good choice!" Chloe poured Max a cup, then herself. She raised the cup in the air. "Should we toast this shit?"
"To a timeless love?" Max asked, shrinking under the mushiness.
"To a timeless love," Chloe beamed, bonking the cups together.
Max felt a soothing warmth in her cheeks as she kicked the empty bottle of wine, watching as it rolled across the carpet and under her bed.
"Wine is nice," she said. Chloe wore a smile as she began to pour from the red bottle.
"Wine gives you a good, fluffy feeling. Very swimmy." She giggled as she glanced toward her bag. "Though I did bring something else, should the night demand it."
"Oh? And what's that?" The brunette asked, climbing into Chloe's lap. Maneuvering around the small girl, she pulled out a fifth of Fireball and held it up to her face. "Oooh, I've never had this."
"It just tastes like cinnamon. Which is why it is both awesome and very dangerous!" She unscrewed the cap and held it below Max's nose. "Smell."
"Smells good," she said, taking the bottle. She held it up to her lips.
"Woah, Max, don't do that!" Too late, though, as the girl had managed three generous gulps.
"Ooooh," she rasped, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Tastes good." Chloe watched her with bulging eyes before a smile crept across her face.
"Okay, I guess it's going to be like that. Gimme that bottle, I'll show you how it's done." She closed her eyes and tipped the bottle to her lips.
"I think I'm tipsy!" Max declared, holding a finger up.
"I think so too," Chloe agreed, crawling toward her. She straddled her and wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. "How ya feelin'?"
"Light," she replied, closing her eyes and basking in Chloe's cinnamon tinted breath. "You're a great bad influence on me," she said.
"That's what I'm here for!" She began to kiss Max's neck, feeling the girl squirm underneath her. "You're so amazing, Max," she mumbled quietly into the girl's skin. "Just love you so much..." Max giggled and ran a hand through Chloe's hair, gripping it and gently pulling back.
"Does alcohol make you super mushy?" She asked with a toothy grin. The punk shrugged nonchalantly.
"You got a problem with that?"
"Babe, I've got ninety-nine problems but a Chlo ain't one." Her eyes grew wide. "Oh man, my pun game is off the rails."
"Great, so I get all cheesy and snuggly and you channel your inner Red Skelton." Chloe giggled, then pressed their lips together. She backed off abruptly. "Wait, wait...can I ask you something really weird?"
"Of course," Max replied.
"Can..." Her brow furrowed as her cheeks turned red, adding to the flush from drinking. "Can we kiss with our eyes open? Just once, I mean. Is that weird or creepy?" Max sighed a smile, letting her head meet Chloe's.
"That's not weird or creepy. Let's do it."
It's a little weird, but in a Chloe way. The best way.
Chloe slowly leaned toward Max, keeping her eyes comically wide open. She snaked a hand around the girl's neck gently, and brought their lips together. Max was waiting for it to get sloppy, for Chloe's tentacle tongue to start prodding along her teeth, but it never came. Instead, just their lips met like perfect puzzle pieces. Chloe stared into Max's eyes, and the brunette returned the favor. Though Max was at first humoring her, she found this moment to be incredibly intimate. As though, in Chloe's eyes, she could read her history, her feelings, her worries. She wondered if her own eyes admitted the same details.
The punk exhaled a snicker and began to back away, but Max grabbed her shoulder, hoping her electric eyes could convey the message she was thinking: don't go, not yet. And so they sat a moment longer, reading each others' souls. All of the sorrow in Chloe's eyes, the bright bursts of joy that exploded among the blue every so often. It was a totally new form of communication, just one more step along the path of coalescing into one being...one heart.
"You are so beautiful," Chloe said, her lips mashed against Max's.
"You are," she replied. She noticed a small tear speed away from the edge of Chloe's eye. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Literally nothing." She closed her eyes, kicking two more tears down her cheek. She opened them again slowly. "Max, you just have no idea how happy I am to be with you like this." Chloe brought her other hand to Max's cheek and pressed the kiss deeper, prying open her lips and opening the vortex of love. The kiss wasn't playfully rough as they had mostly been, but instead so gentle, it almost didn't exist.
I could probably die right now and just...be okay.
Chloe pulled away abruptly, her head jerking toward Max's laptop.
"Who's this?" She asked, stroking Max's cheek absentmindedly.
"They're called Nightmare of You. I really like them." She nuzzled her cheek into the punk's hand.
"This is great. This is..." She looked at Max with conviction. "Up."
"What?" She asked. Chloe bounced to her feet and took Max's hand.
"Get up."
I know that look.
Max, not fully realizing how tipsy she was, struggled to her feet to meet Chloe's gaze. The blue haired girl held her hand out, the one with Max's attached, and began to move her hips.
"You gonna make me dance?" Max asked with a laugh, covering her face with her free hand. "You know I can't."
"I'ma make you dance," Chloe confirmed sternly, picking up momentum. "Just move, it doesn't have to be Stomp the Yard. Just, damn, listen to the music and move." She pulled Max's hand to her lips and kissed it. Letting go, she let herself fall into a full body rhythm, twisting like an embodiment of the wind. A wind that Max didn't need to fear, but one she could fully embrace and love. Closing her eyes and smiling, Max began to move with her.
The two girls laughed in a childlike way, spinning and gyrating, transforming into younger days of pirate hats and coloring books. Chloe slipped closer to Max, tugging on her hoodie string, and back away just as quickly, biting her lip with giddy excitement. It might have been the most pure form of ecstasy she had seen Chloe display since they've met back up, even after all of their tender moments. Just watching her, moving and sliding along with the music, it was as if she was sloughing off all remaining negativity from those five years apart.
"What's the song called?" She asked, twirling toward Max.
"Ode to Serotonin," she replied, bursting inside with how well it all fit.
Chloe, I will never be able to explain to you how much I love you. It's beyond anything my speech could muster.
As the song ended, Max flopped into her desk chair, out of breath and only slightly sweat.
Dancing in a hoodie is not the good look.
Chloe, grinning from ear to ear, slid over to the bed and picked up the bottle of Fireball. She took another swig, then handed it to Max.
"Sometimes I picture you with a halo," Max said as she took a sip of her own. Chloe cackled as she took the bottle back.
"They call those beer goggles, Maxy." She held up the bottle and swung her hips. "Though I don't mind the compliment." A new song kicked in on the playlist, something slower that coated the room in fullness. A playful smirk appeared on Chloe's face as she took a step toward the brunette. "I like this song too," she said. "You have such good taste in music, even if a lot of it is pussy banjo strumming."
"What!" Max squawked. "Chloe, you like that kind of music! Why do you keep pretending you don't?"
"Dunno," she mused, getting closer to Max. "Guess I just like fuckin' with you." Her emphasis on 'fuckin' caused Max's heart to stutter. Taking another pull from the bottle, she slung one of her legs over Max's lap. With a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame, she waved her pelvis forward, glancing across Max's lap. Using her free hand, she clasped the back of the chair and dipped forward, grazing her breasts against Max's chest and face.
Am I getting a lap dance? Fuckin' score!
"Yanno..." Chloe began, facing away from Max. "I'm serious when I say I'd wait as long as you needed, right?" She bent forward, flashing her underwear, and slid her ass into the brunette's lap. "And I mean that, with all my heart, and don't take this the wrong way..." She pressed her back against the girl's chest, tilting her head so her lips were level with her ear. "But you make it, really, really hard." She situated herself so they were facing each other, straddling the girl in the chair. "Sometimes at night, if we're not together, I just think about you..." She attacked Max, clamping her teeth into her bottom lip. She pressed further, wrestling her tongue into the girl's mouth. Max gripped Chloe's waist tightly, receiving the kiss. The punk pulled away slowly, enticing Max's tongue to follow. With a devilish smirk, she pressed their cheeks together and tilted the bottle of liquor into both of their mouths, over both of their tongues. In any other moment, Max might be upset that she had spilled onto her clothes and carpet.
"Uh, I..." Max said quietly, smacking her lips. "I think about you at night too, Chlo." The blue haired girl tilted her head and smiled, almost condescendingly.
"No, no," she said, her voice a low rumble. "I think about you. Think about how sexy you are, you know? And I'll just be alone in bed. And fingers wander..."
Oh. OH.
"Wowser," Max huffed, her face screaming red. Chloe laughed maniacally, standing up and surveying the bottle.
"I think we've had a bit too much of this," she said with a facetious pout, dragging her fingers along Max's jaw. "And uh, looks like you've gotten a little spill on you..." She slowly poked Max's shirt. She glanced down at her own shirt and gasped. "Oh no, same here." She sighed dramatically. "Whatever shall we do?"
She knows how to play this game so well, like she's a cat and I'm a mouse. Well...here, kitty kitty.
"Well," Max started with a prideful smile. "We can't just wear spilled on clothes, that would be ridiculous."
"Right!?" Chloe exclaimed. "Thank god we're on the same page, here." With a wink, she jerked her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. "Your turn," she said softly. Max stood up and pulled her hoodie off, hanging it over the back of the chair. She bit her lip, not in embarrassment, but excitement, and slowly took off her shirt. Chloe's eyes fell upon the bullet clinging against Max's chest, a big smile growing with each second.
"Oh, fuck, no!" Max shouted, clasping her cheeks in her best Home Alone impression. "I think you got some on your bra, too!" She huffed and shook her head. "Now what?" With a grin so wide, her head threatened to split in half, Chloe took a step toward Max. "I guess we should get rid of that, too." She slid a finger under Chloe's strap and snapped it.
"God damn, you are driving me wild," the punk said abruptly, storming her hands through Max's brown locks. "Can't believe I get to kiss you." She kissed Max, dragging her fingers along the small of her back until they reached her bra. With a small amount of fidgeting, it came undone, and Chloe backed away with it in her hand. She waved it slowly. "Lookie what I found." Feeling the cool air slide against her chest, goosebumps arose along Max's skin.
"Lemme see 'em," Max demanded, giggling at her poor sternness.
That sure was convincing.
"Oooh, yes ma'am!" Chloe laughed, wrapping her arms behind her back. After a moment, she pulled her hands away as her bra fell to the floor. "You bein' bossy?" She asked as she drifted a finger along her breast.
"Trying and failing," Max snickered, taking a step toward the girl. She glanced down at the skirt, feeling the heat in her stomach rise. "Okay, look, I'm not admitting to any creepy school girl fetish, but that skirt is driving me fucking bananas." Chloe looked down at her skirt and briefly turned left and right. She giggled.
"Uh, Max, tits right in your face." She grabbed the side of her breasts and shook them.
"Well, they're not really as in my face as I'd prefer," Max quipped back. At this, Chloe growled playfully and pounced on the girl, bringing both of them to the floor. She pinned Max's arms down, careful to avoid her wrists, and lowered her chest onto Max's face. "Is this where I'm supposed to motorboat?" She laughed.
"Go for it, tiger," Chloe chuckled. "Ooh, hey now," she said in response to Max biting into her flesh.
"Too hard?" The smaller girl asked, her voice muffled.
"Nuh uh, put some umph into it, killer." She quickly buckled in delight as Max took her advice. Max felt her hands scamper away from her, sliding down Chloe's waist and finding a spot on her backside. She squeezed tightly, feeling the punk's butt for the first time.
Oooh, so that's why Chloe's always grabbing my ass. It's...nice!
"Like?" The blue haired girl asked, biting her lip.
"Loooove," she said, smiling, kneading her like a cat. "Is this what Sir Mix-A-Lot was always talkin' about?"
"Yeah, dude! That guy knows his shit. Basically a philosopher." She wiggled her hips. "Hey, Max!" Max merely 'hmm'd,' too absorbed in her new found stressball. Her attention came soaring back as she felt a cool tongue drag across one of her nipples.
"Oh, god, Chloe," she moaned.
"He's got nothin' to do with it," she laughed against Max's chest. After a few more licks, she gently eased her teeth around the pink nub and pulled back gently. Shuddering in ecstasy, Max gripped her hair, moaning out something that couldn't possibly be considered English.
"How do you do that!?" Max laughed in amazement. "Everything you do feels so amazing." Chloe tilted her head up, resting her chin on Max's chest and stared with half-lidded eyes.
"Skills, sista." She brought a hand next to her, tracing circles around one of Max's nipples. "So, how you feelin'?"
FUCKING AMAZING WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT THIS IS LIKE NIRVANA
"Pretty good," she replied coolly. She slowly ran fingers through Chloe's hair, then frowned. "God, I want to do it so bad, Chloe." The punk cocked an eyebrow in confusion, slinging her index against Max's lips.
"Dude, chill. It's fine. No action below the waist and I'm totally okay with that. It'll just be that much better when it happens, you know?" She rested on her knees and straightened up, stretching her arms. Max's eyes climbed up the cloth of her skirt, up her porcelain, toned stomach, and focused on the underside of Chloe's breasts.
This would be a beautiful...and pervy, photo.
"Hey," the punk said, staring down at the brunette. "I have an idea."
"You're using your succubus tone," Max reminded, reaching up to cup Chloe's breast.
"Well..." She began, rocking side to side with a smile. "Nothing below the waist. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. But like, I was just thinking..." Chloe took one of her blue nailed fingers and slid it slowly past Max's lips. As if on instinct, she felt it with her tongue and sucked. With dangerous eyes, she removed her finger and brought it to her chest, slowly dragging it downward. "I was just thinking..." she repeated. "Your waist, not mine. And, hey, we're pretty tipsy. I'm feelin' courageous." Her finger crept downward, slipping under the waist of her skirt. "You in the mood for a show?"
Oh my god, quick...think of something witty. Something clever. Quick!
"Uh huh," she said, nodding dumbly. Chloe smirked and sat on her butt, gripping the waist of her skirt and tugging it off. She playfully tossed it in Max's face as the girl sat up. The punk crawled toward her, slipping one leg over Max's and gripping into her shoulder. "Chloe..." She said, without having any other words planned. The blue haired girl gave her a small kiss, then leaned back, using her grip on Max's shoulder to keep her balance.
"So, I just mean..." She began with her best sexy tone. "Sometimes I'm alone, and I'll just be thinkin' about 'cha..." She dipped her hand into her underwear, her eyes clamping shut immediately. Max watched as Chloe's hand twitched behind her panties, her heart rate speeding up more than she could have ever imagined. "And, of course, I always just think of you. You're always on my mind. But sometimes, I think about you without all these fucking clothes in the way." Her laugh was punctured with deep breaths. "Those are such a bummer, right? So I think of you naked, obviously, and...with me..." Max felt Chloe's nails dig into her shoulder as she heaved forward.
Am I just super drunk? Is this really happening?
"I'll pretend that my hand is yours, pretend that I can feel your breath on my neck...my ears...my lips...my tits." She bit her lip and giggled. "You're quite handsy in these daydreams." She opened her eyes and leaned forward, dragging her tongue along Max's lips. "Among other things. My mind can get pretty crazy. But, uh..." Her nails dug deeper as she rested her chin on the brunette's other shoulder. "What really gets me hot is not imagining what you're doing to me, but when I get my hands on you." Max felt herself blush when she realized how aroused she was becoming, trying and failing to tug her legs shut.
"What, uh," Max rasped, her voice quivering. "What kind of stuff do you think of?" She could feel Chloe 'mmm' against her collar, her hips still slowly bucking.
"Well, now that you mention it..." She began to suck on Max's collarbone. "I just dream about making you scream in ecstasy. In any way possible. You deserve the absolute best, in my humble 'lil opinion. And I think about touchin' you, being able to hit the right spot that just makes you fuckin' drool..."
"Oh Jesus, Chloe..." Max sighed in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The punk laughed weakly, basking in her own ecstasy.
"Don't even get me started on tasting you," she said, angling her head so she could kiss Max's neck. "You have no fuckin' idea how wet that gets me." She stopped, nestling her cheek into Max's shoulder. "Hmmm...well, actually..." She backed off, still clinging to Max, and slowly removed her hand. The brunette's jaw slacked open when she saw Chloe's glistening fingers. The punk bit her bottom lip again and arched an eyebrow. Using her "free" hand, she cupped Max's jaw, keeping her mouth open, and carefully slid her finger into Max's mouth.
At the taste, Max's mind shattered into a thousand, tiny pieces of bliss. A serpent of warmth uncoiled in her veins as she clutched Chloe's wrist tightly, sealing her lips around her finger and sucking. Making eye contact with the punk, she watched in glee as her expression fell from triumphant 'sex queen' to awestruck. Max pulled away slowly, letting her tongue linger for just a moment.
Wowsers, Max, that was totally, fucking, completely...
"Hardcore," Chloe whispered. "Wow, holy fuck, I'm like a fucking faucet right now." Max's eyes widened in horror before she began giggling, with Chloe following suit.
"A faucet!?" Max shrieked, laughing like a lunatic.
"Oh, WHAT, a girl can't compare herself to household appliances!?" She gently pushed Max, who pushed her back.
"You are insane," she said, grinning. "In the best possible way."
"Says the girl who just lapped up my pussy juice like a deranged kitten!" Chloe stared in mock surprise, anticipating disgust as Max's eyes widened. The brunette gasped in shock.
"Don't say it like that! Oh my god!" Her face was deepening into a dark scarlet. "You're the worst! The worst!" She flung both of her forearms to her face to cover her embarrassment. "Can't believe you," she squealed.
"Uh huh, I'm a real mood killer. Hey, you left yourself open." Max only had a second to ponder what she meant before she felt lips crash into her chest, forcing her onto her back. She lifted her head up to see Chloe watching her with her tongue sneaking through a sleazy smile, creeping closely to her nipple. "What 'choo gon' do about it?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"Oh, you're so on!" Max declared, using all of her strength to sit up and pounce on Chloe.
The smell of smoke scurried into Max's nose, causing her to stir awake.
Chloe smoking cigs in my room. Not cool but...fuck, she can do whatever the hell she wants, man.
She smiled to herself, her eyes closed. Her mind began filling in events of the night before, specifically watching Chloe pleasure herself as she described the unbelievably sexy things she wanted to do to Max. She remembered tasting her girlfriend, causing her to feel embarrassed all over again, and she remembered the ensuing half-naked wrestling match that Chloe definitely let her win.
She ran a hand down her chest, feeling that, oh yes, she was still in fact half-naked.
Sleeping naked...well, naked-ish next to Chloe...now that is something I could DEFINITELY get used to.
Releasing a petite yawn, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw an underwear only Chloe sitting cross legged in the corner of the room, holding the cigarette high above her so the smoke would mostly flow through the window. Max slid her legs over the bed and stretched, grinning to herself.
"G'morning, princess!" Max snickered. "I'm not hungover at all! But I do have the strangest taste in my mouth!" She began to laugh, but it stalled as Chloe offered no reaction. "Chlo? You okay?" Her brow furrowed when she was ignored once more. Feeling worried, she sprang from the bed and approached the blue haired girl. "Hey, Chloe, what's up?" She noticed her trembling, her eyes locked in an endless staring contest with the wall. Hesitant, she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Chloe? Please say something..."
"Shot him..." She muttered, her voice small and cracked.
Shot him? What is she...oh no, oh no!
"Chloe, wait, stop!" Max pleaded, throwing herself around the girl. "Those dreams didn't really happen. Everything's okay now!"
"I just fuckin' shot him, Max..." She turned to her, revealing glassy eyes. "And Pompidou..." She took a deep, uneven breath. "I can't believe I did that."
"But you didn't, Chloe! He's fine! You were just with him yesterday, remember? He was perfectly fine, doing well, even! You saw him yesterday!" She rested her cheek between Chloe's shoulder blades, doing her damnedest not to cry, to be the strong one for a change.
You can help her, Max. You can do this.
"Chloe..." She said quietly, pulling the girl into her lap so she could run her fingers through her hair. "I'm so, so sorry you have to see these things, but you have to remember that we fixed everything. Everything's pretty fucking great now! Partners in crime and time, right? We fuckin' fixed it!" She sighed, leaning down and kissing her temple. "I'm sorry, Chloe, if I could, I'd make it so you didn't have to see this shit." Feeling her throat tighten when Chloe didn't respond, she closed her eyes.
Trump card, I guess.
"Chloe, he was going to hurt me..." The blue haired girl took a sharp intake of breath. She shifted in Max's lap so they could see each others' eyes.
"I know," she whispered. "And you know I'd do anything to keep you safe. It's just...hard to think that in some weird, back alley universe, that shit actually happened." Max stroked her hair.
"But you and me are here, pretty much naked and in love. Be here with me, please?" She snickered. "Hey," she tapped Chloe on the temple, "look." Max straightened her posture and squeezed her breasts together, wiggling her hips. She cracked a wide smile. "My boobs are too small to do this."
"Your boobs are fuckin' rad, bitch, shut up," Chloe laughed. She sighed and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just really hard to try and situate which me is me when I see myself in those dreams. It's like depersonalization but to an extreme level. It's just like..." She shrugged. "Even with all the crazy time tripping you did, you were always you. But I was seeing me but it wasn't me. It's just so mindfuck-y."
Jesus, this is so fucked. Chloe actually has something about time travel that I can't relate too... That's a depressing thought.
"Wanna give Frank a call to make sure he's okay?" The brunette asked. Chloe was silent for a moment, then nodded. Max helped her to her feet and gave her a tight hug. She retrieved the punk's phone and handed it to her, giving her a reassuring nod. Chloe dialed the number and held the phone to her ear, laughing at how ridiculous she looked in just her underwear.
"Hey, Frank...what, no, nothing's wrong... I was just calling to check up on you... Yes, I know I'm not your mother, thank fucking god... Hey, man, you bought a lot of booze yesterday, I just wanted to make sure you woke up!... Yeah, yeah, you're my friend too... Alright, I'll talk to you later."
She tossed the phone onto Max's bed, immediately bulldozing into the brunette until they too were in her bed.
"Thanks for that, Max." She squinted at the ceiling. "I'm kinda hungover," Chloe admitted, snuggling into her girlfriend. "Feels like little baby gnomes are drilling into my temples."
"Well, tell 'em to go away! We got things to do today!" She nipped at Chloe's nose as the girl playfully groaned.
"What the hell we gotta do today?" She asked with a pout.
"Uh, making out and ogling each other and maybe watching a movie and pestering the kids." She clenched her jaw in feigned fright. "Dear lord, if Kate knew what we got up to in here. Hoooo boy." Chloe gained a victorious smirk.
"That'll be fourteen Hail-Mary's, six Our Father's, four Macarena's and a Partridge in a Pear Tree." She made the sign of the cross over herself. "Want in on this?" She asked on the sly, as if offering drugs.
"Never touched the stuff," Max laughed, rolling to her side and smushing their faces together. "Hey, I love you."
"I love you too, beautiful." She unleashed a flurry of kisses. "Sorry about teensy meltdown. And I'm sorry if I got a little crazy last night."
"Kay, first, don't apologize for your fucked up time dreams. That is not your fault. And second of all...you got really crazy last night, but I am so into it." She quickly pinched Chloe's piercing, inciting a small shudder in the blue haired girl. She leaned in close to Chloe's ear. "How often do you put on shows?" She whispered. "I'd like to catch a few." The punk stared at her with wide eyes.
"And yet you still pretend like you're NOT sexy!" She bounced up from the bed, flailing her arms. "You are ridiculous. Ridiculous." Chloe whipped around as Max started to snicker, holding up an index finger. "RIDICULOUS." She huffed and faced away from the brunette, her foot grazing across something as she did so. "Oooh, what have we here?" She bent down and retrieved two plastic packets. "Fortune cookies," she said excitedly as she sat back down.
"Gimme!" Max demanded, tearing one out of the girl's grasp. Chloe narrowed her eyes.
"Fine, I didn't want that one anyway." The girls unwrapped the cookies, with Max struggling with the packaging. "So, you know we have to do 'in bed' rules, right?"
"We are in bed," Max said innocently.
"Ow, my sides," Chloe said dryly. "No, you gotta add 'in bed' at the end of your fortune! Trust me, it's awesome. Watch..." She cracked open the cookie, shoving half of it in her mouth and crunching. She held the thin paper up to her face. "Your biggest adventures are yet to be had...in bed." She turned to Max with a grin. "Oooh la la, Maxine, you're apparently going to rock my goddamn socks."
"Dammit, cookie, stop putting pressure on me!" Max scowled, holding a fist out over the uneaten half of Chloe's cookie. "Fine, we'll see what mine says." She snapped open the cookie. "The creeks, streams and rivers of your life will merge into one ocean...in bed." Max raised an eyebrow and regarded Chloe.
The fuck does that mean?
"Sounds like you're gonna piss the bed tonight," she teased. She wrapped an arm around Max, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Hey, no worries, I won't make fun of you. Accidents happen!" A loud growl rumbled from Chloe's stomach. "Hmm. Hella fuckin' hungry." Her eyes lit up, followed by a doofy smile. "Welp, guess it's a good thing we have a zillion Chinese doughnuts. Now that's a breakfast of champions if ever I heard!" Chloe hopped off the bed once more, shaking her ass in celebration. "You want in on this, babygirl?"
"Yeah, I'll have some," Max said, staring at her fortune and frowning.
A/N: Well, this is a fluff sandwich with a NSFW filling, topped with a bit of angsty time shenanigans. Recipe for success or failure? Whoooo knoooows!
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, it was quite fun to write!
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