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//So in terms of where I've been... Hi!

I've been working my butt off to afford this little beauty.

After 7 years of waiting, of pushing myself to save and to work my absolute arse off, I -- Zachary Wilkins -- own a car.

It's kind of scary to think about, and dear christ alive am I nervous. But I am so excited for the freedom this allows me.

I'm going to try to be more active, but no promises until August (When my Uni degree ends!). In the meantime -- have my face!

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Random Headcanon #19

(because mun is listening to Taylor Swift and he's getting in his own head)

Mary's Song by Taylor Swift is Pricefield's wedding song (established in mine and @shesneverleavingme's thread)

But that had me thinking... Chloe isn't a T-Swizzle girl. In fact she's very much so against country (Before The Storm confirmed that). So... How did that come about?

My headcanon is that Chloe, after losing her temper on a date important to herself and Rachel (an anniversary, maybe?) tries to make it up to Max -- who's locked herself in their bedroom and is refusing to come out and / or refusing to speak to her.

Chloe goes for a drive. And at random, she flicks on the radio... Only for Taylor swift to be playing.

Next thing she knows she's standing in the doorway to their apartment, Taylor Swift blasting from her phone, and Max comes out all teary...

Chloe apologizes, and Max doesn't push her for an explanation.

They make up on the spot.

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munday music

-----------ㅤ**** 𝙶𝙾 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 ON 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃, 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝟷𝟶 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂ㅤ!!ㅤ****

Amnesia - 5SOS (X)

Empty Space - James Arthur (X)

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift (X)

Good Lookin' - Dixon Dallas (X)

Fill Me Up - Ur Pretty (X)

Drunk as it Takes - Jaret Ray Reddick & Frank Turner (X)

See Me Now - Luke Combs (X)

Here I Go - Wildflowers (X)*

The Black and White - The Band CAMINO (X)

No Matter What (Acoustic) - Papa Roach (X)

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Tagging: @shesneverleavingme @n0irangel @morningstarfallen1-archive

*R.I.P Adam... gonna miss you, bud.

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//Who's that guy?

Oh, wait, that's Teesside Uni's newest Graduate.

I'm coming out of university with a First Class Honours (a solid one btw -- I got 86% for my entire degree) in Computer Game Art, with a fast track to go into doing my Masters.

I bloody smashed it.

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Lo and behold, Max was still Max and still filled to the very brim with anxiety even when in public. She yelped and turned in her arms, and Chloe quirked a brow at her girlfriend’s gentle peep, making a little room to allow her to move. 

Her eyes immediately locked on the coffees held in Max’s hands, and her already-quirked brow was joined by the other, noting the small amount of liquid that was rolling around on the flat part. Her heart melted, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Max’s lips, pressing another to her nose, before taking both and setting them on the check-in desk. 

‘Funny… Sasha doesn’t start her break for another twenty minutes’. ’

Chloe thought as she turned back to Max and leaned back against the counter, her hands on Max’s waist in order to pull her close once again, smiling slightly.

“How did I ever get so lucky, huh…?Thank you…” forehead leaned down and gently bonked against Max’s, offering a small, loving smile. “I’m not gonna lie, I definitely need a little extra somethin’ today… You got me pooped after last night.”

She was about to lean back in and press a kiss to Max’s lips, when a door opened behind them, revealing both Jay and Sasha, with the man immediately stopping and smirking at the two of them knowingly. “Now, now, you two – I run a classy joint, here. If you’re gonna celebrate Chloe’s promotion, can y’all at least head out to her station. I don’t need a play-by-play account of who or what went down once y’all left, thank you.”

Chloe groaned, and leaned her head back, blue hair flopping backwards as she did. “Jay, man, really? You’re only jealous ‘cause Colleen has you on a sex ban. We weren’t about to do anything like that.”

Jay could only snort at that, under his breath mumbling something or other about there being CCTV, and how it wouldn’t be the first time. Then he turned to Max, smiling at her. “How ‘ya doin, kiddo? Not feeling too rough this morning, right?” He asked, though his intentions were clearly more innocent than his jokey repertoire with the taller girl. “She didn’t hurt you or anything? ‘Cause I know how squirmy she gets in the night. I topped and tailed with her when Colleen made me sleep on the couch – kicked the shit outta me.”

Max was still mildly distracted in the few seconds before Chloe leaned down and pressed their lips together. She quickly came back though, responding to Chloe as if it were an instinct like breathing. It was over too soon and the dread started to settle back in while Chloe gently pried the coffee out from her hands in order to set it on a steadier surface. As much as she wanted to melt into Chloe, and as much as Chloe was being very sweet and affectionate, there was the lingering nausea in her stomach that was doing an excellent job of dampening the mood.

Luckily, she didn’t have a second where she needed to defend herself before Jay and Sasha returned. Jay smirked and started to tease, which lit Max’s face up even more, but there was a particular word that Max latched onto which gave her a reason to shoot a questioning look at Chloe. “Promotion?” she asked, softly, but Chloe was too busy trying to contort herself to look behind at Jay. Max looked between them. It was nice to see Chloe acting familiar with people, that she had friends that she could actually be with. Max’s eyes flitted over Sasha, whose own green gaze was practically stabbing Max in the face, and Max’s sight cowered beneath it.

Jay addressed her and Max quickly looked back up, trying to ignore Sasha’s obvious glare in her peripheral. “N-No, I’m okay…” she answered, shooting Jay a half-smile. “She doesn’t normally do that so maybe she was just saying she was asleep and she was doing it on purpose.” Max knew that Chloe would never (err… maybe not never, but probably wouldn’t) do such a thing, but she also wasn’t about to tell Jay about the fact that Chloe tossed and turned until she became the big spoon and then she wouldn’t move.

“I just came to bring Chloe some coffee… Can’t have her falling asleep on the job…” Max tried to sound a little more earnest when talking with Jay. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t friendly with him, but the details he knew (or could correctly infer) about their romantic life and sex life made Max cringe uncomfortably. “Sorry if I’m interrupting… I won’t stay long if that’s a problem…”

If it was something directed at Sasha she would almost certainly believe that it would be one…

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“Ah, ah, ah, now I’m having none of that shit.” Jay replied with a smile, reaching under the counter for the book that had all of their clients for the day listen, opening it up and placing it on the counter facing himself and the other girl. “We’re a family business here. Now this one’s officially been upgraded to a full-timer, you can come and go as you please.”

Chloe blushed at that, clearing her throat before turning back to Max, offering a sheepish grin and a small ‘Heh’.

Well, there goes the surprise, I guess…

“I was gonna, uh, tell you when I called you… but… uh… yeah… Jay told me my Apprenticeship was up, and offered me a full-time paid job this morning… Gonna need help writing my resignation to Drew’s tonight, if you wouldn’t mind? You’re better at the writing and the formalities thing…”

“Don’t downplay it.” Jay added, flipping to a particular page in his book and scribbling something down. “First apprentice in the history of the business that I’ve kept on, and the fastest completion of the whole shebang I’ve ever had. Should be proud of yourself.”

Chloe could only blush at that, her cheeks immediately in contrast with her hair as her face heated. She grinned again, sheepishly, and clearly embarrassed beyond measure. “What… what he said, yeah.”

Behind her, though, Jay was talking to Sasha despite her eyes being locked onto Max, trying to distract her at bare minimum. “Ay, eyes on me.” He said, clicking his fingers in front of her to try and get her attention. “Gonna need you doing Chloe’s scheduled walk-in duties for the next week while she trains. She’ll cover yours the week after that. No arguments.”

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I fucking did it.

I got my First Class Honours. I got my degree.

You’re looking at a fully qualified, fully graduated Video Game Artist.

Now onto Masters!

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Sasha wasn’t lying – Chloe was, actually, with a client; her first official client as a fully-fledged tattoo artist.

However, just as the blonde left, said client sauntered out of Chloe’s room with his forearm wrapped in clingfilm, before Chloe emerged right after him with a smirk on her face. “Remember, H, you gotta moisturise that fucker, else you’ll get itchy and scratch all your ink out!” She called after him, smirking as he stumbled from the door – most likely in search of a sugary drink to get himself back to full working order.

Sasha brushed past her and Chloe grunted, shoulder moving back as she did, brow furrowing. “Jeez, what’s your damage?” She muttered, before turning her head, spotting Max standing there and staring at the counter – the place that Sasha had been told to man for the day as a semi punishment for fucking up her last client.

And just like that, Chloe smirked and slowly made her way over, looping her arms around Max’s waist from behind and pressing a gentle kiss to her girlfriend’s neck – right over the hickey she, herself, had left on it the night before. “What do I owe this pleasure, huh…? Two visits in two days… people around here will think you like me or something if you keep this up…” She mumbled gently, keeping her voice down to keep things a little more private. Her hands moved over Max’s stomach, pulling her back into the embrace a little more firmly, before slipping out of it ever so slightly, brow quirked in response to Max’s stoicism.

“… You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” She said quietly, clearly concerned. “Casper been making an appearance again? I swear he does it when he knows there’s no one around to prove it…”

Who was Casper? Casper was the studio’s resident ghost – the in-joke they’d set as a team to explain any spooky goings-on in the old building the studio was set up in.

The world around Max disappeared in a way vastly different from how it had last night. Where last night the world had melted away leaving only Chloe and the elation that came with her, Max suddenly felt like she was falling and floating at the same time. She was paralyzed while everything spun in slow-motion around her.

A month ago, when she had gone to Chloe trying to rectify their broken relationship, Chloe’s neck had basically been one large bruise. There was hardly any of Chloe’s pure-white skin left outside of the deep purple and red marks. Max hadn’t asked, even when Chloe was being defensive and the thought of not knowing drove her crazy, but she thought it would be better if she didn’t know. If she didn’t know, then she could be removed from the situation a little bit which meant she could attempt to move on.

Sasha.

It was Sasha.

The one who had left all those marks on Chloe’s neck, who had made her happy the night before, who had obviously spent more time with Chloe than just sitting on the couch watching a movie, was Sasha. The one person that Max was afraid of getting between them had, in fact, swooped in while they were apart.

Arms around her waist made Max yelp out a small squeak. She jumped, a bit of coffee popping out of the open spout of the coffees in her hands, and felt her back landing into Chloe’s solid chest. It took a few seconds for Max to register what Chloe was saying, partially because it was very mumbled and quiet, and also because she was still uncomfortably dazed from her recent discovery. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, sorry… You just surprised me,” Max stammered with a half-smile that was less than convincing. She closed her mouth and turned in Chloe’s loose grip to turn, the cups of coffee held up by her face so that they weren’t getting crushed between their bodies. “I thought maybe you could use some caffeine… Since we didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night…” There was a slight red tinge to her face, almost a beacon against how pale she had become thanks to Sasha’s announcement.

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Lo and behold, Max was still Max and still filled to the very brim with anxiety even when in public. She yelped and turned in her arms, and Chloe quirked a brow at her girlfriend’s gentle peep, making a little room to allow her to move. 

Her eyes immediately locked on the coffees held in Max’s hands, and her already-quirked brow was joined by the other, noting the small amount of liquid that was rolling around on the flat part. Her heart melted, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Max’s lips, pressing another to her nose, before taking both and setting them on the check-in desk. 

‘Funny… Sasha doesn’t start her break for another twenty minutes’. ’

Chloe thought as she turned back to Max and leaned back against the counter, her hands on Max’s waist in order to pull her close once again, smiling slightly.

“How did I ever get so lucky, huh…?Thank you…” forehead leaned down and gently bonked against Max’s, offering a small, loving smile. “I’m not gonna lie, I definitely need a little extra somethin’ today… You got me pooped after last night.”

She was about to lean back in and press a kiss to Max’s lips, when a door opened behind them, revealing both Jay and Sasha, with the man immediately stopping and smirking at the two of them knowingly. “Now, now, you two – I run a classy joint, here. If you’re gonna celebrate Chloe’s promotion, can y’all at least head out to her station. I don’t need a play-by-play account of who or what went down once y’all left, thank you.”

Chloe groaned, and leaned her head back, blue hair flopping backwards as she did. “Jay, man, really? You’re only jealous ‘cause Colleen has you on a sex ban. We weren’t about to do anything like that.”

Jay could only snort at that, under his breath mumbling something or other about there being CCTV, and how it wouldn’t be the first time. Then he turned to Max, smiling at her. “How ‘ya doin, kiddo? Not feeling too rough this morning, right?” He asked, though his intentions were clearly more innocent than his jokey repertoire with the taller girl. “She didn’t hurt you or anything? ‘Cause I know how squirmy she gets in the night. I topped and tailed with her when Colleen made me sleep on the couch – kicked the shit outta me.”

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The night flew by in the way only a night you’ve been looking forward to for months can fly by.

In fact, it was the fastest night of Chloe’s entire life — faster than any Christmas, or any birthday. Faster than any concert or party… So much so that the next thing she knew, she was waking up the next morning after what seemed like two seconds of sleep.

She grunted as she stirred — thankfully before her balls-early alarm — and attempted to roll over, only to find that she couldn’t.

Her eyes cracked open, and the source of her entrapment revealed itself in the form of a mass of brown hair directly in front of her face, the coconut shampoo Max used drifting through her senses mixed with something else… something raw, and musky, and a little bit stinky… something…

And then the entirety of the night before hit her. And Chloe couldn’t help the way her stomach flipped or her heart leapt in her chest.

They’d had sex.

She’d made love to her girlfriend again.

Chloe smiled then. Her face broke out into a grin and she leaned down to press a kiss to Max’s head from where she had snuggled her way into being the little spoon. Her heart melted, the complete love she held for the woman in her arms flooding every nerve in her body.

‘I love her so much… goddamb work making me miss Max snugs…’

But, alas, adult life was summoning her. So after a gentle squeeze and roll (thank you, Friends), Chloe slowly extracted herself from then naked embrace they’d found themselves in and grabbed her things from ger overnight bag to head out and get dressed.

She kinda didn’t want to, but she had to make use of Max’s shower before she left — because even though their clients often didn’t understand the need for good hygiene, Chloe didn’t really want to be anywhere near Jay while still reeking of the animalistic lust they’d given into the night prior.

After dumping a couple of dollars into Max’s utility meter near the front door, and whipping up some pancakes before covering them and setting them to the side with a goopy note, ready for her girlfriend to eat when she finally woke up (lucky bastard with her days off her job and college), Chloe slipped out of the apartment.

Now… it was safe to say that even though she didn’t reek of sex, their activities from the night prior were pretty much evident in every single inch of her — notably the big ol’ shiner on the side of her neck — and Jay took every chance he could to get details, or to tease her.

Since walking in the shop, he’d taken no prisoners; making gestures behind clients’ backs, leaving crude drawings on her wall of past projects, and even setting two pairs of scissors on her station so their blades would be intersecting. So when she was called into the office midway through the morning, with Jay telling her he wanted to ask her something or other, Chloe was almost dreading it.

However, it was only ten minutes later that she left, donning a brand new hoodie over her polo shirt. Her name was now embroidered onto the left side, and the ‘apprentice’ patch she’d had prior was, instead, replaced with the words ‘Tattoo artist’.

She gulped, still a little in shock as she clutched her diploma and her new polo shirt still within the bag it was shipped in, before grabbing her phone from her pocket, shakily tapping out a string of texts..

[ChloeTheSexGod] Morning beautiful

[ChloeTheSexGod] sorry for leaving I had to get to work. Hope U enjoyed ur pancakes

[ChloeTheSexGod] got my break @ 1. Am I good to call u then? got fuckin big news x

Sleep had been a fickle friend in the past few months. Without Chloe by her side, sleep seemed impossible. The nightmares that crawled into her brain nipped at her ears and thoughts and made her feel sick. Without Chloe near her, the fears of her dying were overwhelming… After all, if she wasn’t around to stop it, would Chloe even make it a few days without hurting herself? (She had but that was beside the point.)

When they did finally collapse together, Max fell into a deep sleep. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, their sexy escapades leaving her breathless more than once. They definitely made up for lost time and then some.

Max woke slowly. The sunlight streamed into her bedroom and her blinked slowly a few times before she realized it was morning. She took a deep breath and turned over only to find nothing behind her. Panic set in. Max jolted up and called out “Chloe?!” before being greeted with silence. Her breath caught in her throat and it took a few seconds for her heart rate to slow down enough for her to think. She swung her legs slowly over the edge of the bed and, as soon as she stood up, gave a long, low groan. Every part of her body was sore, the clear evidence of a night that took no prisoners, and Max wasn’t entirely sure if she was excited about it or regretting it. It was definitely more enjoyable of a feeling when she wasn’t able to actively think about it.

Max heard her phone buzz and it took a few minutes for her to find it (still trapped within the pockets of her jeans, which were on the floor from the night before). The texts from Chloe answered her questions and Max started to relax. ‘Work… Right… She had work this morning… And I basically left her with no sleep…’

Max hoped it had been worth it.

She slowly wandered from her bedroom and found the aforementioned pancakes before she started to respond to Chloe.

Max: Just found the pancakes. Thanks for making them <3 Max: I’m off all day today so call whenever <3 Max: I love you

After pancakes, however, Max didn’t want to hang out in her apartment. Her heart was still pining for Chloe, even more now that her head was repeating different parts of last night over and over. So, rather than wait, Max got dressed, headed out to the coffee shop, and grabbed two coffees to go. She was light as she walked down the street, regardless of the soreness between her legs, and as she pushed her way into the tattoo shop, she felt like she was on top of the world.

Until she saw Sasha standing behind the counter at the front, a sour expression on her face. Max flinched a little before Sasha’s blinding green eyes looked up at her. “H-Hi,” she stammered out, the solid expression in Sasha’s eyes almost as intimidating as the slight frown on her face, “I’m, uh… C-Can I talk to Chloe? I… Brought her coffee…”

It felt so lame.

Sasha continued to hold her gaze for a few more tense seconds before she glanced down at the book on the counter in front of her. “She’s finishing up with a client,” she said, tone matter-of-fact.

“Oh… Um… I guess I’ll just wait then…?”

Sasha shrugged. Max took in a small breath and was about to walk away when Sasha spoke again. “Coffee, huh? That’s awfully nice of you.”

“Uh… We… Had a late night,” Max tried to come up with an excuse quickly, but the only thing that was quickly forming was a deep red blush across her face. Sasha seemed unfazed, maybe even more perturbed, as her eyes kept analyzing Max.

“Oh, so you’re the reason for the marks on her neck,” she stated, and Max wanted anything to dig straight into the ground and bury herself. She let the statement hang in the air rather than respond, not feeling confident enough to brag about their sexual encounter just hours ago. Sasha rolled her eyes and then picked up her phone from in front of her. “The marks I left were better,” Sasha stated before she turned on her heel and walked away from the desk, leaving Max to stand by herself in the lobby.

Where Max, once she registered the statement, felt not only the blush dissipate from her cheeks but all the color in her face.

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Sasha wasn’t lying – Chloe was, actually, with a client; her first official client as a fully-fledged tattoo artist.

However, just as the blonde left, said client sauntered out of Chloe’s room with his forearm wrapped in clingfilm, before Chloe emerged right after him with a smirk on her face. “Remember, H, you gotta moisturise that fucker, else you’ll get itchy and scratch all your ink out!” She called after him, smirking as he stumbled from the door – most likely in search of a sugary drink to get himself back to full working order.

Sasha brushed past her and Chloe grunted, shoulder moving back as she did, brow furrowing. “Jeez, what’s your damage?” She muttered, before turning her head, spotting Max standing there and staring at the counter – the place that Sasha had been told to man for the day as a semi punishment for fucking up her last client.

And just like that, Chloe smirked and slowly made her way over, looping her arms around Max’s waist from behind and pressing a gentle kiss to her girlfriend’s neck – right over the hickey she, herself, had left on it the night before. “What do I owe this pleasure, huh…? Two visits in two days… people around here will think you like me or something if you keep this up…” She mumbled gently, keeping her voice down to keep things a little more private. Her hands moved over Max’s stomach, pulling her back into the embrace a little more firmly, before slipping out of it ever so slightly, brow quirked in response to Max’s stoicism.

“... You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” She said quietly, clearly concerned. “Casper been making an appearance again? I swear he does it when he knows there’s no one around to prove it…”

Who was Casper? Casper was the studio’s resident ghost – the in-joke they’d set as a team to explain any spooky goings-on in the old building the studio was set up in.

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The last time they had sex, Max had been softer than a goddamn kitten.

She’d been so gentle, and so loving, and nervous, that Chloe had been the one who pressed her to go a little rougher, and a little harder, and to use two fingers instead of just the one.

But now, it seemed, Chloe wasn’t the only one that had been frustrated. Max’s fingers — that were onceover so tender — began to speed up, becoming rougher with each passing second and effectively causing her to become more and more aroused.

Chloe could only grunt into Max’s lips, her arm coming up to press to the back of Max’s neck, her hips curling upwards and meeting every thrust as if to urge Max to keep going.

And then it happened.

She’d never know, really, how it happened. She’d never know why it happened. But Max’s fingers managed, in their frenzy, to press up against her inner wall and caught a particular spot that had her entire stomach lurching. Chloe whimpered, fingers gripping Max’s shoulder, silently telling her to do it again (which she didn’t really need to do — since Max’s fingers were doing it anyway), her stomach tightening, and tightening, and tightening, until…

She snapped.

Instead of yelling out loud — which she knew she could do now — Chloe groaned, instead. Her face buried into Max’s shoulder, the arm that had been holding her girlfriend in place holding her tighter, and she let out a half-grunt-half-yell, which in turn was muffled by the soft freckled skin blocking her mouth. Her eyes closed tightly and she rocked into Max’s hand, riding out her orgasm before finally relaxing, her knees (which had been bent to make room for her girlfriends hand) slackened, and she finally fell back, panting, with what could only be described as a starry-eyed expression forming on her face.

“F-fuck… fuck, that… that was…” She managed to gasp out between pants, her chest rising and falling.

It took her a second to gather the words, an aftershock running through her in the form of a shiver. Her hands ran up to her hair, pushing the spiky mess up against the pillow to it stuck out at odd angles.

“Fuck, that was amazing… you were amazing…”

In that moment, they were one. Chloe pulled her closer and Max reciprocated by trying to get deeper inside her. Chloe curled around her, hips up and fingers digging into Max’s shoulders, but Max refused to let up. The feeling was so unbelievably good, so undeniably wonderful, that she wouldn’t let up. Even with her own head swimming in endorphins, the sensation of being over Chloe, hearing her panting and whimpering in her ear, was starting to spark her own arousal again. It felt like, for once, they were on the same playing field. It wasn’t Max pressing into the pillows and crying out into the air with pleasure while Chloe had her way with her. It was give and take, push and pull, and it was delectable.

And when Chloe finally sputtered a loud half-yell against her skin, Max felt her whole body tremble with excitement. The heat of Chloe’s breath coursed over her and she felt every jittery shake and thrust from Chloe’s hips into her hands before, eventually, it slowed. Max slowed with it, her touch and thrusts now calming down from the vicious high she’d had from pure lust. Her fingers slowly pushed in and out of Chloe while her lips gently pressed against Chloe’s alabaster skin. Eventually, as Chloe’s body relaxed and leaned back into the bed, Max’s fingers stopped completely.

She lifted her head to look at Chloe’s face, sweat-covered and flushed, and her heart jumped in her chest. Chloe was, undoubtedly, one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen in her life. Right now it seemed like she was even more beautiful, although Max knew that it was probably just the adrenaline and the hormones talking. She softly smiled at her stammering girlfriend before she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “I love you…” she murmured, “And I missed you… So so much…”

All that waiting had been torture in more ways than one, but this moment was worth it. It was worth it to gently press kisses on Chloe’s lips and over her sweaty face. It was worth it to feel her body pressed between Chloe’s legs, her fingers still deep within her, and to feel like there was no way to tell where one of them started and stopped. They were just here, together, as a singular unit.

Finally.

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The night flew by in the way only a night you’ve been looking forward to for months can fly by.

In fact, it was the fastest night of Chloe’s entire life — faster than any Christmas, or any birthday. Faster than any concert or party… So much so that the next thing she knew, she was waking up the next morning after what seemed like two seconds of sleep.

She grunted as she stirred — thankfully before her balls-early alarm — and attempted to roll over, only to find that she couldn’t.

Her eyes cracked open, and the source of her entrapment revealed itself in the form of a mass of brown hair directly in front of her face, the coconut shampoo Max used drifting through her senses mixed with something else… something raw, and musky, and a little bit stinky… something…

And then the entirety of the night before hit her. And Chloe couldn’t help the way her stomach flipped or her heart leapt in her chest.

They’d had sex.

She’d made love to her girlfriend again.

Chloe smiled then. Her face broke out into a grin and she leaned down to press a kiss to Max’s head from where she had snuggled her way into being the little spoon. Her heart melted, the complete love she held for the woman in her arms flooding every nerve in her body.

‘I love her so much… goddamb work making me miss Max snugs…’

But, alas, adult life was summoning her. So after a gentle squeeze and roll (thank you, Friends), Chloe slowly extracted herself from then naked embrace they’d found themselves in and grabbed her things from ger overnight bag to head out and get dressed.

She kinda didn’t want to, but she had to make use of Max’s shower before she left — because even though their clients often didn’t understand the need for good hygiene, Chloe didn’t really want to be anywhere near Jay while still reeking of the animalistic lust they’d given into the night prior.

After dumping a couple of dollars into Max’s utility meter near the front door, and whipping up some pancakes before covering them and setting them to the side with a goopy note, ready for her girlfriend to eat when she finally woke up (lucky bastard with her days off her job and college), Chloe slipped out of the apartment.

Now… it was safe to say that even though she didn’t reek of sex, their activities from the night prior were pretty much evident in every single inch of her — notably the big ol’ shiner on the side of her neck — and Jay took every chance he could to get details, or to tease her.

Since walking in the shop, he’d taken no prisoners; making gestures behind clients’ backs, leaving crude drawings on her wall of past projects, and even setting two pairs of scissors on her station so their blades would be intersecting. So when she was called into the office midway through the morning, with Jay telling her he wanted to ask her something or other, Chloe was almost dreading it.

However, it was only ten minutes later that she left, donning a brand new hoodie over her polo shirt. Her name was now embroidered onto the left side, and the ‘apprentice’ patch she’d had prior was, instead, replaced with the words ‘Tattoo artist’.

She gulped, still a little in shock as she clutched her diploma and her new polo shirt still within the bag it was shipped in, before grabbing her phone from her pocket, shakily tapping out a string of texts..

[ChloeTheSexGod] Morning beautiful

[ChloeTheSexGod] sorry for leaving I had to get to work. Hope U enjoyed ur pancakes

[ChloeTheSexGod] got my break @ 1. Am I good to call u then? got fuckin big news x

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[shesneverleavingme]

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Christ… Jesus H. Christ… Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the Donkey that got them to Bethlehem… She’s gonna kill me…

That’s all that was going through Chloe’s mind as Max’s fingers continued their little circles against her clit, increasing in intensity with each passing second. She was wet — really wet — and more than ready for the whole shebang if you will. But ultimately, it was on Max to make that final plunge (pun not intended).

Chloe thought she was going to at one point, where her fingertips just grazed her as they moved too far down, and she couldn’t help the disappointment when Max instead moved them back up to her clit and continued their little circles.

“F-fuck, M— please, I need—“

Her voice wasn’t whiny by any extent. But it gasped out into the air of Max’s bedroom with an air of need — of desperation. And it seemed that Max understood, because as soon as the words left her mouth, Max’s travelled down to her neck, as two of her fingers—

The groan that left her as Max’s fingers entered her was loud. Louder than she’d allowed herself to be before with Max, anyway, lest they be caught by the Caulfields and ultimately have their sexy time ruined. But… she couldn’t think of any other way to express just how fucking good they felt.

It had been a long time since she’d had sex. Penetrative, anyway. Sasha hadn’t reciprocated that night a month prior, and the only other time before that had been… well, Max’s first time — their first time together. So, yes, she was tighter than she usually was purely due to being out of practice. No sex and no chance for masturbation over the last seven months had left her almost like a newbie all over again; her hips sloppy in their rolls against Max’s hand, and her pleasure already mounting.

“F-fuck… that feels—“ A shiver ran through her, before she could even attempt to continue. “— feels so good…”

There was a moment of pause as Chloe’s groan seemed to rip through the atmosphere around them. It was loud, louder than Max had ever heard it, and for a moment she thought she had hurt her. Max looked up at Chloe’s face, the apology she had muttered falling on deaf ears and a face that was scrunched yet relaxed at the same time. Chloe’s eyes were still shut tight, her mouth ajar and gaping, and the words that followed barely sounded like Chloe. Chloe was always confident and sure of herself… The stuttering was definitely not something she was used to hearing off of Chloe’s tongue.

But it didn’t mean she didn’t like it.

Max’s worry melted slowly from her face and was instead replaced with a gentle look of adoration for a split second before she felt the same stirring in her stomach now flood throughout her entire body. She wanted to make Chloe feel like this more. She wanted more of the moans, more of the stuttering, more of everything. It seemed like her senses had been turned on like someone had flicked a switch in her brain and suddenly, shockingly, everything around her was filled with the most amazing clarity.

Max slowly leaned forward again and matched her lips up to Chloe’s. She started with a few soft, gentle kisses, moving her lips along with the rhythm of her hand pumping in and out of her girlfriend, but with a deep inhale she opened her mouth and shoved her tongue against Chloe’s. The sudden increase of strength in her kiss was met with a stronger, faster push of her fingers. The pace increased rapidly as Max started to act on her impulse rather than her calm, calculated timidness. She wanted to hear more. She would hear more. And she would be there to feel every tingle from Chloe’s body as it shot through her like lightning.

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The last time they had sex, Max had been softer than a goddamn kitten.

She’d been so gentle, and so loving, and nervous, that Chloe had been the one who pressed her to go a little rougher, and a little harder, and to use two fingers instead of just the one.

But now, it seemed, Chloe wasn’t the only one that had been frustrated. Max’s fingers — that were onceover so tender — began to speed up, becoming rougher with each passing second and effectively causing her to become more and more aroused.

Chloe could only grunt into Max’s lips, her arm coming up to press to the back of Max’s neck, her hips curling upwards and meeting every thrust as if to urge Max to keep going.

And then it happened.

She’d never know, really, how it happened. She’d never know why it happened. But Max’s fingers managed, in their frenzy, to press up against her inner wall and caught a particular spot that had her entire stomach lurching. Chloe whimpered, fingers gripping Max’s shoulder, silently telling her to do it again (which she didn’t really need to do — since Max’s fingers were doing it anyway), her stomach tightening, and tightening, and tightening, until…

She snapped.

Instead of yelling out loud — which she knew she could do now — Chloe groaned, instead. Her face buried into Max’s shoulder, the arm that had been holding her girlfriend in place holding her tighter, and she let out a half-grunt-half-yell, which in turn was muffled by the soft freckled skin blocking her mouth. Her eyes closed tightly and she rocked into Max’s hand, riding out her orgasm before finally relaxing, her knees (which had been bent to make room for her girlfriends hand) slackened, and she finally fell back, panting, with what could only be described as a starry-eyed expression forming on her face.

“F-fuck… fuck, that… that was…” She managed to gasp out between pants, her chest rising and falling.

It took her a second to gather the words, an aftershock running through her in the form of a shiver. Her hands ran up to her hair, pushing the spiky mess up against the pillow to it stuck out at odd angles.

“Fuck, that was amazing… you were amazing…”

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Max: Are you having another depressive episode?

Chloe: A depressive episode?

Chloe: I'm having a depressive series, and we're just on season one.