Chloe dares Max to let her push her high enough on the swing in her backyard to go over the top bar. Max chickens out but ends up getting kisses.
TW: ableist language
"I'm not sure about this, Chloe," Max said, rubbing her upper arm as she looked at the swing set.
"Come on, Max, you can't back down from a dare," Chloe said as she walked over and stood behind the swing.
"Can't you just dare me to kiss you again?"
"That's kind of a lame dare if we're already dating, dork."
Max laughed and crossed her arms. "If my kisses are so lame, I don't have to give you any more of them you know."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "I don't want kisses right now, right now I want your butt on the swing." She reached down to pat the seat of the swing. "Right here. This is where your butt should be."
"Fine," Max finally relented, stepping up to the swing and sitting down. "But you better catch me if I fall off."
"No promises."
"Well, then what good are you?"
Chloe laughed, bending down to plant a kiss on top of Max's head before giving her a push.
A few more good shoves from Chloe and Max was already coming up parallel to the top of the swing set at the height of her swing.
"Shit, that's high," Max said, clinging desperately to the swing's ropes.
"Almost there, don't chicken out now, Max!" Chloe yelled.
After one more push, Max decided she'd had enough, slipping out of the seat at the top of her next swing. She landed hard, falling to her knees and skidding a few inches across the grass. Wincing, she sat down, pulling her knees up to survey the damage.
"Aw, Max, what the hell?" Chloe asked, walking over to kneel in front of Max. "Oh, shit, you okay?"
Max brushed the grass from her knees, revealing the grass-stained holes in her jeans, as well as several superficial scrapes. "I think I'll live. Although," she said, looking up at Chloe with a grin. "A kiss might make it better."
Chloe leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Max's lips. "Better?" she asked as she pulled away.
"I don't know, I might need another one just to make sure."
Chloe laughed and lunged forward, tackling Max to the ground. She propped her arms up above Max's head and gave her another kiss that was far less chaste than her last.
Max was so absorbed in the feeling of Chloe's lips moving against hers that she almost didn't hear the screen door of the house opening.
"If you two are about done…" Joyce said, the amusement in her voice clear. "Dinner is ready."
Max turned her head to look at Joyce, heat rising in her cheeks. "Um, okay, we'll be in soon."
"No, we won't," Chloe said, planting a row of kisses along Max's jaw. She stopped at Max's ear, her breath making Max shiver. "I'm not done yet."
Joyce chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Just don't put on too much of a show for the neighbors," she said as she closed the screen door.
"We shouldn't wait too long," Max said as Chloe kissed down her jaw. "I don't really feel like eating cold food."
"That's what microwaves are for," Chloe said, grinning down at Max for a second before leaning back in.
Max laughed, smiling into Chloe's next kiss.