Hey all. Been a while since I wrote something fluffier so here goes… not a super long one but better than nothing.
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Chapter Six: 'I Can't Sleep'
Morning light filtered through the window covered by an American flag. It illuminated the room in a pleasantly warm glow, passing over the messy mismatch of items. Small mountains of dirty laundry, overflowing trash bin, walls covered floor to ceiling with posters and graffiti, childhood photos and memorabilia… all physical manifestations of the girl this bedroom belonged to.
Two girls laid in bed amongst a disheveled pile of blankets and pillows. Their clothes laid discarded on the already chaotic floor lost late last night, usefulness negated. A white skull tank top rested precariously on the handle of a dresser drawer, the thin sleeve hole hooked by accident. Nearby on the floor, a gray hoodie resting in a crumpled heap near a light pink shirt.
Worn black converses lay separated – one near the closet once used in childhood games and the other by the foot of the bed. The other pair of shoes; heavy black boots; were left abandoned by the overcrowded desk. Beside the first set were blue jeans and patched gray pants, removed in haste. Much closer to the bed were two sets of underwear and bras – white and pink; orange and black respectively.
Eventually, the taller blue-haired girl's eyes fluttered open. It took her a moment to assess her surroundings, smiling as she noticed the other girl. Her best friend, partner in crime and… girlfriend of the past few months. Max – or Maxine when trying to annoy her or convey displeasure – Caulfield.
It had taken them some time to get used to all this change. Both had their apprehensions but couldn't deny something was there between them. Max had never really dated before, let alone kissed anyone. Whereas Chloe had, but never anyone she cared about as much as the brunette. It had gone unspoken for years, hanging in the background.
The bluenette smiled at their collective stupidity, wondering just how long they had liked one another. Her now girlfriend constantly doubted herself and Chloe hated showing emotional vulnerability for fear of rejection. Around Max, it was a little different but she still found herself holding back sometimes. Less so now.
That was when Chloe realized her arm was a little numb, the freckled girl lying on it as she snuggled close. Honestly, the blue-haired punk didn't mind. Max could have her arm… anything she wanted. Stuck where she was for the time being – how could she bring herself to wake the sleeping girl? – she instead let her fingers lightly trace pale skin.
A few light marks and some faint bruises lined alabaster, accompanied by a few deeper and fresher entries. Chloe had just as many. For someone so shy, Max sure packed a punch and came out of her shell in certain situations. That had been a pleasant surprise. Sure, she was still hesitant about it, but in the moment she could lapse into the grips of desire, totally outweighing possible nervousness.
Flushed cheeks, shallow breath, whispered reassurances and declarations. Hands roaming, bodies aching, heart beating. Soft and some loud sounds of approval, gently demanding more. A new side of one another previously unexplored.
The bluenette found herself grinning like a fool at the new memories. Ones that almost didn't happen. Gently, she brushed a stray strand of hair from her sleeping hipster's face. Honestly, this was the happiest she had been in… a long time.
Absentmindedly, she glanced back at the graffiti and poster-covered wall. Directly behind her head, the words 'I CAN'T SLEEP'.
That still remained the truth to an extent… for different reasons. Before, she suffered borderline insomnia due to nightmares and just generally feeling depressed. Now the nights she laid awake were all because of the brunette beside her. The first reason explained the current naked status of both girls – a fairly new occurrence – the other…
Blue eyes softened, turning back to watch her girlfriend again. A subtle click caught her attention, the younger girl's eyes open in a sleepy daze. Her phone was lazily clasped in her hand, post-picture.
"Gotcha."
Chloe smirked, wondering just how many photos Max had collectively taken in her lifetime… and how many included herself. "Glad you're finally up, nerd. I was going to start tickling you or dousing you in cold water otherwise."
"You already have before," Max pointed out, unimpressed by the lack of imagination.
Taking it as a challenge, the punk leaned in close until their faces were mere inches apart. "I can think of other ways."
Not waiting for an answer, she stole a kiss. Then another and another. Her arms wrapped tightly around her girlfriend, feeling the brunette tense slightly as fingertips brushed against the small of her back. Pressing her tongue against Max's lips, she felt them part and deepened the kiss. It didn't take much coaxing.
As they locked lips, both girls felt the heat radiate as bare skin rubbed. They stayed huddled up in the nest of pillows and blankets, keeping it fairly tame. Mostly just kissing, a little touching here and there, but nothing intense. As much as they enjoyed certain perks of being in a relationship, just being together like this was probably their favorite. Just like before, but with a slight difference.
After some time, Max lightly bumped her forehead against Chloe's, still wondering how they had gotten to this point… yet so grateful. "Well, I'd say I'm pretty awake now."