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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.
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…”
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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