Scary Dog Privilege

The more time she spent with Chloe the more Max was convinced that touches were Chloe's primary love language. While the punk thrived on praise and verbal affection she didn't know how to express it back. And after being apart for 3 years there was a lot to make up for. Even after a few months of being an official couple they both acted to lovesick, it almost made Victoria throw up as she constantly told them.

Well Chloe sure as hell wasn't gonna stop, not as long as Max allowed her to touch. And frankly Max couldn't get enough of it either.

Tonight was dance night, which also meant clubbing. Clubbing meant a lot of loud music, drinking, sicking impossibly close to each other, Chloe's mouth on Max's exposed neck. Oh yeah, Max would definitely add hickies to her list of things she missed out on with Chloe.

"Feeling needy tonight Max?" Chloe grinned against Max's neck, her teeth leaving little red marks up her neck, behind her ear. "Didn't know you'd be this kinky in pub- ouch! Hey! Maxi-pad!" Chloe laughed, her laughter better than the music around them to Max's ears. "I worked a lot to have this cool hair."

"Then maybe you should learn when to tease and when to shut up." With a fluid motion Max turned in Chloe's arms and looped her arms around Chloe's neck, feeling the material of her new leather jacket on her hot skin. "I'm thirsty."

"Yes you are." Chloe growled into Max's ear, puffing warm air against it while her hands slid into the back pockets of Max's pants.

With a muffled sigh against Chloe's neck Max, very begrudgingly, pulled away. Damn it was so worth it, seeing Chloe's pout. It clashed with her badass rebel aesthetic so hard. Fucking cute.

They moved past the mass of dancing bodies on their way to the bar. It was so noisy everywhere, how the hell did the bartenders even hear the orders? Those were some real superpowers right there. Chloe flagged one of them down and ordered two sweet drinks.

However many times Chloe acted like a big tough badass she did a ton of sappy things for Max that would as Chloe put it "ruin her hard earned reputation" or whatever. The only people who bought Chloe's tough act were complete strangers, anyone who knew her knew that Max had her wrapped around her finger.

"Ladies." A man pushed against Max's right side. He was drunk, and so were his friends that crowded around him. Oh great. "Looking for company tonight?" He leered, a creepy smirk on pulling on his face, quickly sucking the fun out of Max and Chloe's moment.

"Do we look like we are?" Chloe stepped in front of Max, "Fuck off dickheads." Chloe was already clenching her fists, her body tense and shaking just a little. She didn't like fighting, for as much as she put up a tough front, and Max knew it, yet the punk always stood up for her.

"What'd you say to us? We're asking nicely here." One of them stepped up, inching closer and closer to Chloe. Max made contact with the bartender who was eyeing the tense scene, signaling the guard at the door. But he wouldn't get here in time, not with a sea of dancing, drunk, screaming people in the way. "You like to mouth of huh? How about you get on your knees and put it to good use."

Oh hell no. No one, especially not some douchebag, talks like that to her girl. Max grabbed Chloe by the wrist with one hand and extended the other, rewinding the scene in front of them while also making sure to spill one of the men's drinks right in front of the approaching one.

Using her powers was a rarity these days and still have Chloe headaches sometimes. But damn was it worth it for what happened next.

"What'd you say to us? We're aski- shit!" The man slipped, toppled over and pulled his drunk friend along with him.

"You were saying?" Max was sure they couldn't hear her clearly over the music but they could see her smug face as she looped her arm around Chloe's shoulder, who now looked at her with awe and a blush that had nothing to do with the alcohol she drank. "Ah right on time."

"Sorry for these folks bothering ya. We try to stay pretty on top these incidents. You won't see them in here again, not under our watch." The group was flanked by two very tall, buff men. They herded them like sheep, although a lot more roughly, and guided them out of the dance club, careful not to let them slip away before they kicked their sorry asses out.

Before she could ask Chloe if she was okay she was enveloped in a tight side hug. "My hero." The green-haired girl swooned as she kissed Max's cheek with an overly dramatic 'mwah' sound. "Saving me again Super Max, you gotta stop and let me catch up."

Thank God the bartender couldn't hear them. From the outside looking in it just looked like Chloe was happy that Max was okay.

"I'll stop when you stop getting your cute little ass in trouble."

"You like my cute little ass." Chloe cooed, arms now fully wrapped around Max's frame, "Speaking of cute little asses, how about I take yours home and repay my brave, handsome hero."

"Yeah? Any ideas?" Max tried to fish out her wallet already. Whatever Chloe said it wouldn't change the outcome so why even stall. She slammed the money on the bar as Chloe's next words made her shiver and clench her legs.

"I think that idiot might have had the right idea. I should get on my knees and put my mouth to good use. For my girl." There was that confidence again. That growl and need and love in Chloe's tone.

Max gulped, "Let's go then. Fast." Chloe laughed in triumph as Max hurried them out of the dance club.