This is my first ever fanfiction, so I hope I did alright!

Spoilers: takes place at the end of Episode 3.

Pricefield [Chloe x Max] hell yais.

NSFW, very smutty.

#personal

Enjoy~

I cannot believe Chloe is so goddamn stubborn.

Max slammed her dorm room shut as she angrily kicked off her shoes and flopped into her bed, laying on her back.

Chloe could be so frustrating to deal with sometimes. I told her Rachel Amber had a thing with Frank … why is she getting mad at me? I didn't do anything to her. Ugh!

After Chloe found out that there was more to Rachel and Frank than she had thought, she steamed off on Max and pretty much kicked her out of her truck when she got to Blackwell.

As she let out a frustrated exhale, Max grabbed her pillow that had her name engraved and hugged it tightly. She shook her head in annoyance and looked up to her right. Her photographs were displayed above her on her wall, one after the other. A maze of memories, now ruined with graffiti.

A photo of Chloe and her caught Max's eye. She sat up and unpinned it off her wall to get a better look. Man, we looked so happy here – this was back when Chloe was truly happy. I wish I could see her like this again.

With the old polaroid photograph in her hand, Max rolled onto her side and sat up against the edge of her bed. Deep in thought, Max studied the photo intensely and thought about today. She was so stressed lately especially after what happened to Kate.

I can't focus on anything else, Max thought. I honestly feel so damn frustrated! Chloe was the only one who knew about me and my power. She understands me best and I need her now. I can't believe she stormed off on me like that – maybe I should rewind and lie to Chloe about finding the stuff on Rachel in Frank's trailer …

... but that wouldn't be right.

She's the only person I can talk to about this and now she's so pissed off at ––

Bzzzz bzzz.

Startled, Max dropped the photo of young Chloe and Max as she realized her phone was vibrating. She reached over onto her nightstand to see who was bothering her now. She just wanted to be alone as she invited annoyance and frustration over that night.

Chloe: you forgot your camera in my truck..

Great … Max thought. Speaking of the devil. What am I even supposed to say to Chloe? She's obviously so mad. But I need my camera and she knows it. Max didn't respond anything just yet. She was just staring at the phone, re-reading Chloe's text, and contemplating what to say and how to say it. She knew she needed her camera for class. Max recalled that she also left her chlorine-drenched t-shirt and jeans in Chloe's room too. In mid thought, her phone buzzed in her hand again.

Chloe: ok…. this is hella awkward max. I am so fricken pissed off right now and it seems like no one gets it

Max started typing her response.

Max: Look Chloe, I'm in the same boat at you right now. Like I told you in the truck, it is NO ONE'S fault :( But I do need my camera for class

No response. Great, now she's ignoring my texts. Maybe I should just leave my camera with her for now. I do not want to face angry Chloe at the moment. If I just let her cool off for a bit, maybe she'll come around.

Max put her phone away and sat up. She walked up to her windows to close the curtains, thinking she just needed some alone time to cool herself off. As she got up and walked over to the other side of the room, the polaroid of young Max and Chloe fell and slid underneath Max's bed. After shutting away the sunlight which was annoyingly flowing into her bedroom, Max kicked off her jeans. She took off Rachel's flannel shirt and kicked it to the floor, leaving her in her underwear and t-shirt. Her room was now dim and lonely.

She lay back down, flopping into bed, hugging her pillow in-between her legs. She was still annoyed as hell. Of course, her response was to over-think the situation and dissect every aspect of her and Chloe's fight.

I just don't get it. I tried to warn her that something was up with Rachel and Frank. She freaked right the hell out. She didn't freak out when I told her I found photos of Rachel with Samuel, so why was she so pissed with Frank?

Maybe it's because she had a thing with Frank before. Ew. Can't believe she dated that loser. Max shook her head in disgust.

I guess she's jealous of Rachel because she was with her ex-boyfriend?

Wait. Max got goosebumps as the thoughts raced in her head. But maybe it was the other way around and Chloe was jealous of Frank because Chloe crushed on Rachel? I mean, she did seem pretty jealous that Rachel, the girl she had a thing with, also had a thing with Frank.

I'm starting not to like Rachel more and more. She isn't even here and she has Chloe's undivided attention. It feels like her lack of presence is coming between Chloe and I. Hell Max, you're even thinking of her when you haven't even met her.

Max turned over onto her other side.

Max, are you jealous of Rachel? Max's uninvited thoughts seeped into her mind.

Why would you be jealous of Rachel? I mean ... she's only Chloe's beautiful best friend and maybe more. Chloe is so into her. She sounds fucking amazing.

With that thought, Max was reminded of the awesome dare Chloe gave her earlier that morning. It was so cool to spend time with Chloe like when they were young, and that kiss topped it right off. Chloe is so beautiful. Last night, swimming at Blackwell with Chloe was so careless and free and badass all at the same time. There's something about being alone with Chloe that is so intimate.

Max thought it seemed so private and personal to be with Chloe when no one knew they were there.

But with these feelings came an echo of curiosity and questioning.

Max was feeling the weight of a long day; after finally calming down, she was getting tired.

What if I actually liked the way Chloe's lips felt on mine? She is so hella cute. The way she looks so great in all of the photos that I take of her. That classic badass Chloe smirk. Max let out a sleepy exhale.

Max, what are you saying? You and Chloe are best friends and it ... has to ... just ––

With heavy eyes, Max's thoughts were submerged and forgotten as she fell into a deep sleep.

Bzz bzz

Max sleepily rolled onto her side as she reached for the phone that woke her up. As her tired eyes focused on the bright screen, Max glanced at the time.

10:28pm.

The brunette realized that her nap was a few hours long. Great, I slept through the damn day. Good going, Max. Now you'll never be able to fall asleep tonight.

She focused her eyes on the text that woke her.

Warren: Max! I'm so excited to go *APE* with you this week! I HOPE YOU'RE READY :) Good night and see ya tmw at school :)

Warren was so sweet and kind to Max. But a little voice in the back of Max's mind was hoping that text was from Chloe, not him.

Max thought to herself, I can't help but feel like I'm leading Warren on. Am I though? If you actually maybe sort of like him, it isn't leading him on.

But what about Chloe? I hope she's okay. She was really taking it hard today. I should be there for her, even though she's pushing me away.

I wonder if she's awake? Oh man, it's not like I can fall back asleep tonight anyways. Maybe I should see go be there for her. Max talked herself into sneaking out for the second night in a row and catching the last bus towards Chloe's house. She was genuinely worried about her, despite her still being frustrated.

She didn't like seeing Chloe like this and a true friend would stick by her no matter what. It wasn't even about the camera anymore; she just wanted to be with the only person she could trust.

By now, Max was sitting on the edge of her bed. She didn't turn on the light in her room so as to not attract suspicion. She snuck out last night, so she just had to do the same thing once over again. Blackwell's dormitory curfew was at 9pm, so everyone must be in their own rooms by now. All she had to do was retrace her steps from last night, quietly run across campus, and catch the last bus of the night heading towards Chloe's neighbourhood.

Max stood up and ran her hand up and down her arm. She felt awkward and weird about going to see Chloe, but she didn't question her instincts since she knew she could always rewind and not go at all.

Chloe is always worth it.

She walked across her room to the place she kicked off Rachel's clothes. As she stepped into Rachel's ripped jeans and pulled them up her legs, Max couldn't help but wonder whether Chloe had ever been the one to seductively pull these pants off of Rachel. Max quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind; but, no matter how far she pushed it back, the thought lingered. Then, Max put on Rachel's red checkered flannel top, grabbed her book bag, and made her great escape.

Sneaking out was now familiar territory so Max didn't have any trouble getting out of the dorms and catching the bus. Throughout the bus ride, Max was alert and anxious about how Chloe would react to her coming over after their tense fight. There was only one other person on the bus - a man in a suit and briefcase sitting at the back of the bus who paid her no mind.

The bus passed the lighthouse, which definitely looked creepy alongside the black, star-less night. No matter the strange occurrences in Arcadia Bay, Max was always pulled back towards Chloe. It's as if there was some sort of link between them. The bus finally pulled up to the bus station in Chloe's neighbourhood twenty minutes later. As Max thanked the bus driver and got off, she immediately felt the night air on her face. The night was warm and heavy.

She glanced up around the neighbourhood, looking at the row of similar suburban houses that planted the street one after the other. Max and Chloe had so many childhood memories in this suburban neighbourhood that Max couldn't help but feel nostalgic. She longed for something more and she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.

The walk from the bus station to Chloe's house was about seven minutes. The brunette anxiously jogged towards the Price household. Out of breath, she saw the truck parked out front.

You can't just ring the doorbell, Max.

Think, Max, think ... how can you get to Chloe without getting noticed?

Max looked up the side of the house.

Chloe's window was visible and there was a dim light on, which meant Chloe was probably having her nightly smoke break. When David busted Chloe for smoking last week, they had ended up sneaking outside of Chloe's room through her window, carefully climbing onto the roof, and climbing down the side of the house.

Last week it seemed so much easier, but now it was dark, Max was alone, and she wasn't sure what kind of Chloe would be on the other side of the window.

Max pushed away any thoughts of uncertainty and reassured herself with her safety option - she could always rewind and make sure this never happened. Her rewind power was her own brand of courage.

Max quietly sneaked to the side of the house, making sure to not make any noise and bring attention to herself.

A random girl sneaking on the side of a house at night? Not suspicious at all. *Sarcasm*

Max's heart was racing as she climbed up the house. With every step, a new 'what if?' question popped up into her mind. But Chloe was her safe haven. Her sanctuary. Max was determined to see her.

After a rather few dozen muttered swear words, the lengthy struggle up the side of the house had come to an end as Max pulled herself up onto the roof and crawled towards the window.

Chloe's window was closed, but she could see a dim lamp illuminating the messy room. Chloe's radio was blasting a hardcore playlist as she lay on her bed, gazing up at the cloud of smoke that she had just exhaled.

Max immediately tensed up when she saw Chloe. Seeing Chloe's room reminded her of their kiss earlier that morning. It seemed like ages ago.

If Max knocked on the window, Chloe would probably not hear.

Plus, that would be uber creepy of you, Max.

Unsure of what she would even say when she saw Chloe, Max instead pulled out her cell phone and starting texting Chloe.

Max: I'm outside

Max saw Chloe reach beside her where her phone lay and read her text. Chloe, who was laying on her back, sat up onto her elbows as she read. Her sullen face shot towards the window. Chloe's eyes widened when she saw Max and immediately stood up beside her bed. She quickly rushed from her bed and opened the window.

For the longest time, Chloe remained quiet.

"Hi," Chloe said, her eyes still wide.

A few seconds passed and Max replied, "Hi." It came out almost as a whisper.

Chloe quickly snapped out of it. "Uh, Max! What the fuck are you doing here?" Chloe seemed less angry now and just more surprised than anything.

"Well, I uh ... I don't know, I guess I just wanted to ––"

"Shh, just come in before anyone sees you. After what happened with David, my mom is NOT taking shit well and if she catches you here, she will flip her shit," Chloe quickly stated.

Max noticed the wet streak on her blue-haired friend's cheek.

She had been crying.

Although it wasn't her fault, Max couldn't help but feel guilty for just leaving Chloe in such a bad spot.

Chloe hurriedly moved aside to let Max climb into her room. Once Max was inside, the bluenette poked her head outside the window to make sure no one saw any of this, and shut the window back up.

With her back towards Max, Chloe wiped any trace of vulnerabilities from her teary eyes. Chloe turned to Max and started the interrogation.

"Why did you come all the way here, Max?" Her tone was direct and serious.

"You've got to listen to me, Chloe. I told you in the truck but you wouldn't believe me; it is no one's fault! You saw that Frank had Rachel Amber's bracelet so you know they had something between each other," Max quickly shot back.

"No Max, you don't get it!" Chloe turned around and threw her hands in the air, reaching for her weed.

"Look Chloe, I know you've been through so much shit already but you've got to stop being like this and pushing me away! I'm on your side and ..." Max said more quietly, "I need you to be on mine."

Chloe scoffed. "Did you come back for your camera? Is that why you came here? I get it. It's still in the truck if that's what you were wondering," Chloe casually said, taking a puff.

Max was so frustrated. How could Chloe be so open and personal with her just a few hours ago, and yet be so passive aggressive and distant now? She walked across the room towards Chloe in an attempt to physically close up the distance between them.

Max lightly grabbed Chloe by the arm and spun her around to face her.

"Chloe! It's not about the damn camera!" Max yelled.

Chloe grabbed Max loosely by the wrists and pressed her against the bedroom wall. Chloe leaned into Max so that Max could feel Chloe's chest and abdomen against her own.

Max immediately felt hot with the pressure of Chloe's body lightly pressed up against hers.

"Max, shut up! My mom is in the next room!" With every word, Max felt Chloe's hot breath on her lips.

Woah, Max thought. Chloe was a bit taller than Max and her big eyes intensely stared down into Max's.

I think I might actually feel something more for Chloe. Max's thoughts raced. Chloe still hadn't let go of her wrists which were pinned down against her sides onto the wall. Chloe's hips lightly swayed on Max's, causing Max feel like warm honey was stirring around her lower stomach. Max was aware. Oh so aware.

Max lowered her guard, glanced up at Chloe's eyes, and both of the girls tensed up as a result.

Despite Chloe's loud metal playlist, the two girls snapped out of it when they heard the house phone ring downstairs. Chloe's head shot towards her door. She let go of Max, swiftly moved to her radio and turned down the volume.

"Shh!" Chloe said to Max, who was still leaning against the wall, breathless and confused. Max looked down at her wrists and still felt Chloe's warm touch.

Chloe leaned up against her door and pressed her head against it in hopes of hearing who could be calling at this time.

Joyce was evidently awake since she quickly shuffled from her room and hurried downstairs to pick up the demanding phone.

"Hello?" Joyce's voice could be slightly heard from Chloe's room. "Yeah, but I wasn't supposed to work tonight! ... I guess I can. ... I can drive right over, but it'll be another 15 minutes till I get there. ... Alright, see you soon," Joyce continued.

Chloe heard the click of the phone being put down.

"CHLOE?" Joyce yelled from downstairs. Chloe shot a glance at Max. Joyce was coming up the stairs and with every stair she climbed, the closer she would get to finding Max in Chloe's room. After the fight between Joyce and Chloe and David, Max knew one thing: she did not want to make things any worse than they already were by being found here. She had already contributed to the Price family's fight by taking sides against David and getting him kicked out of the house.

"Not this again," Chloe shot a panicked whisper, "Quick Max! Find a hiding place!"

Max was still in a daze from trying to digest why she felt so good because of Chloe when she snapped out of it with the sound of Chloe's worried demand. Quickly moving her head from left to right towards potential hiding spots, she decided on the ol' trusty closet. It worked when David barged in, so why not use it again? Although Joyce is way nicer than David and she actually liked Max, she would still be annoyed with finding her in her house at this hour, especially after the build-up fight with David today.

Max rushed to the closet and quietly opened the door. With a look towards Chloe's wide eyes, she shoved herself inside and shut the door...

Just as soon as Max shut the closet door, Joyce opened up Chloe's bedroom door. Joyce didn't bother to step inside Chloe's room and instead stood underneath the door frame.

Thank god, thought Max. She would have seen Chloe's stash of weed that's still lit up on Chloe's cigarette tray.

"Chloe," Joyce said. She looked tired and fed up. "I got called into work at the diner to cover Liz's night shift. Apparently she got sick or something or other."

"Okay ..." Chloe tried to not sound suspicious.

"When David left to the hotel this evenin', he took the car. I'm going to have to take your truck to work, okay Chloe?" Joyce asked.

"Uh, sure mom. Whatever. I don't care." Chloe shifted her eyes nervously. At least, she was relieved that the call did not concern her. Usually, random phone calls came from the police station or from neighbour complaints about Chloe's reckless behaviour.

"Alright, thank you darlin'. And one more thing. Thanks for being honest today about David spying on everyone."

Chloe gave Joyce a nervous smile as she let out a "Hm." She shut the door but did not dare tell Max to come out until three minutes later when she heard Joyce drive off with her truck.

Consciously, Max realized that the two of them were now home alone, with Joyce at the diner and David at a hotel in town.

Chloe walked up to her shelf and turned up the volume of the metalcore playlist that was previously playing.

Chloe can't ignore this talk and she can't drown out our fight, Max thought to herself.

Max dragged the closet door open, closed it behind her, and remained where she was in front of the closet with her right hand nervously resting on her left arm.

She hesitated before saying anything because she was tired of arguing with Chloe. Chloe walked up towards her.

"Thanks, for uh, not blowing my cover. Enough has happened here today and my mom didn't need that. Anyways, at least the asshole David is gone ... for now at least. So thanks. I'm glad you backed me up." Chloe sounded way more chill now.

Max started saying, "You know I'm here for you ––"

Chloe interrupted, "But anyways, I guess you can't get your camera since it's in the truck with Joyce now. She'll be back early tomorrow thought if you wanna ––"

Max interrupted her back. "I said it isn't about that, Chloe!"

Chloe walked up towards Max. "So what then? Is this about Rachel? Or my dad? I already told you. I am so fucking pissed off at them and I don't want to talk about it."

"It's not about Rachel either, or your dad! Damn it Chloe, you are so blind!" Max let loose. She had been holding in all of this tension and needed to speak her mind. "CAN'T YOU SEE? I'm here for you!" Max exclaimed.

"Always," Max added, but this time it was more of a whisper. "You know we're connected somehow, and it's not only because of my power. We were connected before and we are connected now, no matter my rewind ability," Max said while staring up at Chloe's eyes.

Chloe's eyebrows were pointed down; although she looked angry, she also looked sad and confused. Chloe was hurting and comforting her friend was the only thing on Max's mind.

Max wanted Chloe to be close to her again, but she kept going. "So no. This isn't about my camera or Rachel Amber or your dad!"

Max took a step towards Chloe, her face inches away from Chloe's. "It's about me and you," Max lightly spoke. "You're my best friend. Hell, Chloe, you're the only one I can talk to. And you're hurting, I know. But you can't keep pushing me away! You've been through so much shit in the past. Been lied to, been left hanging ..." Max felt a pang of guilt in knowing that she was on Chloe's list of 'Important People who Left Me', but it was intertwined with a feeling of need. Chloe smelt like cigarettes and sweetness. Max continued.

"But I'm here now. You're my partner in crime, Chloe. I need you," Max gently said.

"I feel like you and everyone else on this planet can just straight up leave me at any fucking moment. Just like you did before," Chloe said.

"No, Chloe." Max's face was inches away from Chloe's. Chloe stared at Max and her once-sullen face slightly brightened up. She looked down, gave Max the classic Chloe half-smile, walked over to her radio, and turned up the volume.

After a few moments, Chloe slowly walked back towards Max.

"So Caulfield," Chloe smirked, "You took the last bus here? That's pretty badass. Even though you had the balls to kiss me, I didn't think you had it in you to sneak out of your dorm alone. I mean, yesterday I made you sneak out ... but you did this all by yourself tonight!"

Max's thoughts started racing again. "I, uh..." Max stuttered.

"I'm impressed, Caulfield."

"You underestimate me, Price," Max retaliated. "And I would never say no to a dare. But ... let's see if you have it in you to do the same."

Max bit her lip and said, "I dare you to kiss me."

Oh my god, Max. Where is this coming from? Max immediately thought to herself.

Max stopped time and considered whether to take that back and just keep her mouth shut.

Chloe means so much to me, but what are you doing Max? You definitely like boys, right? Right.

Like Warren and Justin and all the other skater boys.

... Right?

But Chloe just feels so right, even though it's so weird. I think I want to see where this goes. Plus, I can always rewind back in time! Max convinced herself to allow her actions to happen and she resumed time.

"Haha, what? I can't believe you're daring me to do that! Fine!" Chloe flashes one of her smirks and looks down at Max.

Chloe aggressively lifted her hand up to cup Max's face and hair. She pressed her body up against Max's.

Chloe's face was still smirking while Max once again was pushed up against Chloe's closet door, with her hands alongside her body palming the back of the wall for support.

"Alright, Caulfield," Chloe slyly said.

Before Max could think about doing anything else, Chloe's lips crashed into Max's with amazing force. Her fingers tangled in her hair and Max couldn't help but return the favour.

When Max kissed Chloe, it was quick and clumsy. This time though, Chloe made it raw and intense and oh so much longer. Max raised her hand to Chloe's hair, but Chloe grabbed her wrist and pressed it up against the wall, causing Max to let out a soft moan of resistance.

Chloe pulled away gently and stared at Max for a few seconds, but Max was busy eyeing Chloe's plump wet lips which were now swelling.

Woah, Max thought.

That was fucking amazing! I can't believe she actually ––

Chloe's lips crashed back into Max's, but this time Chloe bit on Max's bottom lip and pried her lips open. Chloe took to opportunity to lightly suck Max's tongue into her mouth and massage it with her own. It felt so wonderful and right that it sent shocks running throughout Max's body, causing Max to arch her back off of the wall to be closer to Chloe. To feel her warmth.

Chloe reacted by pressing her toned lower stomach against Max. Chloe's hand moved away from Max's cheek and made its way up towards her hair. Chloe playfully tugged on her short brown strands, releasing another, "Mmhn" from Max. With her hair in her hands, Chloe guided Max's head towards the wall, breaking the intense kiss and leaving Max mid-pucker.

Chloe stole the air from Max's lungs, leaving her breathless and causing a sharp inhale.

Max was hot and wanting.

"So ... girls: yay and boys: nay?" Chloe smirked.

Max found it in herself to respond, "You are such a dork."

But really, Max's mind was racing a million times an hour.

What just happened?

She made her thoughts clear. "Chloe, what just happened?"

Max was now honestly so confused. She felt awkward to ask this, but she had to know. She loved the way the tension between them melted when their bodies were pressed up against each other. She definitely wanted more, but she couldn't figure out why.

"I don't know Maxine, I'm just following your dare," Chloe innocently said with a devious smile on her swollen lips, "But no one has to label anything. Just let this be. Whatever THIS is."

She's right, Max thought. I don't know what this is, but I do know that Chloe and I have been through so much shit together and this feels right somehow.

Chloe's changed so much since we were smaller. She's so much edgier now ... but then again, I changed too. And Chloe is so hella perfect!

"Uh, yeah." Max looked down at the floor awkwardly since she honestly did not know how to respond.

"What is with you Max? Do you not want this?" Chloe was serious now. She never once broke her intense gaze into Max's eyes.

"No it's not that - I just - I ..." Max stuttered.

Damn it! Max's stutter gave her away. Although she was confused, one thing was sure.

Chloe's smirk returned. "You so want this, Caulfield."

The dim-lit room, the night sky, the blasting hardcore music, Chloe pressed up against her. It was all so perfect. They were all alone. So perfectly alone.

And the truth was that yes, she did want this. Badly.

Max bit her bottom lip again, her lowered eyes slowly raising up to meet Chloe's. Max grew braver and leaned in closer to Chloe. Max didn't have anything to say so she didn't respond.

She didn't have to. Chloe took that as cue to press her moist lips against Max's now-plump lips. Without disconnecting the kiss, she gently pressed her thighs up against Max, pushing her arched back flat against the wall.

Chloe did all the right things at the right time, while Max innocently responded to her body. Her insides were so hot and sensitive; she could feel herself getting wet. Max was so in need, and with the taste of Chloe in her mouth, she let out another gentle moan. Chloe pulled back a few inches, breaking the kiss. Her slightly open, puckered mouth was heavily breathing against Max's lips.

Chloe used her free hand, the hand that was not pinning Max's wrist against the wall, to find Max's other hand. She grabbed it by the wrist but instead of pinning that one down too, she guided Max's innocent hand towards Chloe's waist.

Max slid her curious hand underneath Chloe's white punk rock tank-top to feel her warm toned side. Dirty thoughts flooded into Max's mind.

I want to feel every inch of her pressed up agianst my body. I wish we had less clothing ...

Max innocently tugged Chloe's waist closer against her own, causing Chloe to let out a soft moan.

Max's free hand explored the front of Chloe's abdomen, feeling the smooth, burning skin of her tummy. But it wasn't enough. She slid her hand upwards to feel her way to Chloe's bra. She remembered the way her breasts looked in her black bra when they went swimming last night.

To Max's touch, Chloe responded by gently grinding up against Max's hips.

Wanting.

No.

Needing.

Max's innocent hand cupped Chloe's breast, feeling how perky and firm it felt against her warm palm.

Chloe's shirt was driving Max insane. She wanted to see and touch more, but the shirt was in her way. Max slipped her hand off of Chloe's breast and made her way up Chloe's smooth back. Her hand found its way to Chloe's bra clasp and Chloe took that as a cue.

Chloe once again pulled away from Max, letting go of Max's wrist. With a step back, she lifted her shirt above her head and threw it on the floor. Smiling at Max, she walked back towards her.

She is so beautiful. I wish I had my camera. This would be the perfect photo ...

Max's lips tingled as she eyed Chloe's pale, exposed skin. Her black bra displayed her perky breasts and her arm tattoo looked so good on her porcelain skin. Chloe's bullet necklace hung down between her breasts, laying perfectly within her cleavage.

"No fair, Max. I take something off, you take something off. Rules." Chloe's eyes had a predatory look.

Max realized she was still wearing Rachel Amber's red checkered flannel top, so she awkwardly slid that off and let it fall to the floor.

Max missed the friction of Chloe's hips grinding against hers, so as Chloe walked towards her, Max slid her thumbs in the waistband of Chloe's jeans. This time, Chloe didn't pin her wrists against the wall.

Although Max didn't know what she was doing, she played her luck and continued. She took out her thumbs from her jeans waistband and instead slid in all four of her fingers of both hands into the same place, with her thumbs resting outside of her jeans. Chloe liked the feeling of Max's fingers against her hot lower stomach so she gave Max a seductive sneer. Max moved her fingers along her waistband until her hands were right underneath Chloe's belly button. The tips of her fingers could feel the thin, light hair of the older girl's nethers.

Max clumsily tugged the waistline of Chloe's jeans and Chloe was sharply pulled up against Max.

"Damn, Max ..."

Max panted as Chloe took the hint. She guided her hands down to her zipper and pulled her jeans off, removing another layer of material between them. Chloe was wearing tight blue briefs for underwear with little lightning bolts on them.

"Your turn," Chloe said as she slid her almost-naked body up against Max.

Chloe kissed Max intensely while letting her lips trail down to her neck. She roughly began sucking, sending little bolts of electricity through Max with every nibble. Max began panting heavily while Chloe moved her hands onto her ass. She then trailed her warm hands from Max's ass and rested it on her lower back as she moved her mouth from her neck and pressed her lips against her mouth for a deep, slow kiss.

"Chloeee ..." Max whispered, half-lidded and dazed.

Chloe was satisfied. She finally had Max to herself.

She gently urged Max's shirt off until they were both in their bras. Max's pink cotton bra was cute compared to Chloe's, but Chloe liked that.

Max's boobs were smaller than Chloe's. Chloe brought her mouth towards the flat area between Max's breasts and started kissing. Her hands trailed down Max's stomach painfully slow leaving trails of heat from her fingers on Max's skin. She fiddled with Rachel's ripped jeans while finally dragging them off.

Chloe herself was really turned on and was definitely eager so feel Max's wetness on her fingers ... her tongue ...

Max was wearing a pair of cute, soft grey panties. The light grey material made it obvious to Chloe that Max was really wet. The darker grey spot on her underwear between thighs just made Chloe more wet herself.

Chloe kissed Max deviously, pressing her up against the wall, while trailing her hands against her perfect back. Chloe dragged her nails against her lower back, causing Max to shiver and moan in her mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Chloe raised her hands away from Max towards her own bra. She unhooked it while allowing Max to stare at her perky breasts and her nipples, which had become hard from rubbing up against Max. Chloe's bullet necklace now lay between her two small mounds as Max gently raised her hands onto both of her breasts. With Chloe's free hands, she unclasped Max's baby pink bra and let it fall to the ground, causing Max's skin to shiver.

"Tell me what you want me to do," Max whispered. She was admittedly new at this, to Chloe's delight.

This time, Chloe grabbed both of Max's wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head. She grinded her body up against Max, allowing her pert breasts to press up against Max's.

It took Max a moment to realize what Chloe's free hand was doing. She traced her insides of Max's bare thighs. Chloe gently cupped the warmth between Max's legs through the thin fabric of her grey panties.

Max let out a sharp inhale as Chloe felt the moist material, pressing her fingers harder against the warmth, earning a drawn out "Mmmmhnn."

As a reflex, Max's hips gently thrust forward into Chloe's hands, pressing Chloe's fingers tighter against her throbbing need, begging to feel more. Max rocked against her fingers more roughly.

Chloe understood what she needed. Chloe wanted to feel Max in the most intimate way possible, but she had to take it slow so as to not freak Max out.

Chloe slowly slid her thin hand down Max's panties, past her hair. She slid one of her fingers along her wetness and Max let out another drawn out moan.

"Dude ..." Chloe whispered as she grinned, "You're so freakin' wet." Max bit her lip in response. "I did this to you, you tease," Chloe proudly continued.

Max let out an airy pant and met Chloe's eyes. She was now so sensitive that she was already slowly pulsing against Chloe's finger.

Chloe slid out her wet finger from Max's soaked underwear, raised it, and put it in her mouth, slowly licking it dry. She then kissed Max in order to have Max get a taste of what she tastes like. Chloe slowly hooked her thumbs into Max's underwear and pulled her panties to her knees. She dragged her hands across Max's ass and returned to pinning her two wrists to the wall while bringing her finger between Max's thighs. She slipped her already-wet finger into Max while Max let out an airy "Fuckk." At first, Max's tightness caused slight pain but the pain quickly dissolved as Chloe started slowly pumping in and out of her. Chloe then slipped in a second digit and started curling her fingers with every thrust. Max panted as bit of liquid dripped out of her and along her thigh.

Max's back was arching into Chloe's fingers. Chloe was enjoying this though, so she teased Max by slipping her fingers out of her and tracing her wet digits around Max's nipple. While letting go of her wrists, Chloe gently tugged Max downwards and led her to the floor.

As Chloe brought herself to the floor as well, she could feel the friction of her thighs in her wet underwear. She could tell she was puffy and turned on down there.

Now, Max was sitting up against the wall with her legs spread open for Chloe.

"I'm ... waiting ..." Max offered as she smiled.

Chloe kneeled and laid flat onto her stomach, the floor cold on her nipples. She kissed the inside of Max's tense thighs as she made her way to the most intimate part. Chloe loved how she smelled; it was sweet and all hers.

With her swollen lips inches away from Max, Chloe innocently looked up at her girl to make sure she was okay with this pace. Chloe took Max's look of bliss as a sign and she intensely pursed her lips onto Max's hard clit. Max slightly tensed and tightened her thighs against Chloe's blue hair.

Chloe herself moaned with the taste of Max in her mouth, her moan letting out a light vibrattion which Max evidently felt.

Max's hands, which Chloe previously thought to be so innocent, grabbed her blue hair and pressed her tongue deeper into her wetness. Chloe nibbled on Max's clit and then slid her tongue in repetitive figure-eight movements.

With every suck, Max let out a gentle "Fuckkkk~"

Chloe was definitely loving Max's reactions. She felt so good to be able to do this for Max. And after this whole tense fight with Max earlier today, she wanted to bring Max to the edge.

Chloe now had put her two fingers back into Max and continued pumping in and out while her tongue worked its magic on her clit. With every second, Max could feel a coil in her lower abdomen winding up and tightening with every move.

"Chloe ... I think ... I think I'm ––"

Hearing her girl moan was music to Chloe's ears so she aggressively pumped her fingers into Max and licked her wetness faster.

That was enough for Max's release. Max's moan was raw and loud. Chloe could feel Max pulse around her fingers. She looked up at Max, who was now quivering and trembling with pleasure.

Underneath her, Chloe saw the glistening wetness that split on the floor underneath Max. Chloe made her way up to Max until the two were face to face. She took her wet fingers and gently dragged them against Max's bottom lip, coating her lip with her own sweet liquid. Chloe intensely stared into Max's eyes and gave her a sweet peck.

"That was ..." Max began.

"Hot," Chloe interrupted, feeling proud that she got Max to open up and cum for her.

"But," Chloe said as she rose to her feet, "we're not finished." She smirked and lifted Max up to her level. Chloe took Max by the wrist and pulled her towards the edge of the bed.

"My turn," Chloe smirked in her predatory way.

Both of the girls were standing face to face as Max thought to herself, Oh man, how am I supposed to beat that? I have no idea what to do and Chloe is so must better at this than I am.

She eyed Chloe seductively. No matter what, Max made it her mission to please Chloe.

Still on the high of her orgasm, Max gently pushed Chloe to sit on the edge of the bed. Chloe immediately responded by grabbing Max by her ass and pulling her towards her.

To the sound of her blasting hardcore music, Max climbed on top of the bed and straddled Chloe's lap, her wetness staining the top of Chloe's tight boxer briefs. She began slowly kissing Chloe while slowly grinding her hips on Chloe.

Chloe was bare all except for her underwear and her dark blue beanie. Max glided her hands from Chloe's perky breasts to her hair and she pulled off the beanie. Max lightly tugged on Chloe's pink and blue hair without breaking their innocent butterfly kiss.

Chloe let out a gentle moan while leaning back onto her elbows. Max pushed her down further so that Chloe laid completely down underneath her. Chloe slid her wandering hands up Max's straddled thighs while Max controlled Chloe's head and neck with her hands.

"What do you want me to do?" Max innocently asked.

"You know what," Chloe breathed.

Max un-straddled the brunette and moved towards her side. She wanted to touch Chloe the same way Chloe touched her from the best position possible. The two girls then scooted up towards the centre of the bed and turned on their side to face each other. Chloe ran her hand from Max's hip to her sunken waist while Max nervously but slowly slid her curious hand between Chloe's thighs. Chloe split her legs a bit for Max but Max didn't dare touch Chloe there yet. Instead, she reached farther back and grabbed Chloe's ass from between her thighs, pulling Chloe further into her.

Max continued laying sweet kisses on Chloe's moist lips until she dragged her fingers from Chloe's ass up towards her and rubbed her mound through the thin fabric of her underwear. Chloe lifted her head with her eyes closed and hummed a soft moan. Max continued rubbing and Chloe started thrusting towards her, grinding up against her fingers which were now wet from the wetness that soaked through Chloe's underwear. Max sat up and fingered the hem of Chloe's underwear. Slowly, she peeled them off of Chloe and threw them on the floor with the rest of the abandoned pile of clothes.

While still kneeled in front of Chloe, who was laying on her side, Max put her hand on the Chloe's closed thigh and opened her up, shifting her onto her back, bare and raw in front of Max.

Max's greedy eyes took in all they could. She imagined that Chloe's pale inner thighs would have hickies tomorrow morning after this. Max leaned in and began kissing the area underneath Chloe's navel. She dragged her lips to her hip bones, roughly sucking and nibbling. Her needy mouth made her way around Chloe's wetness and to her inner thighs.

"Oh ... my ... god ... Max," Chloe panted.

Max knew she was teasing Chloe, but she loved every minute of it. Alongside time rewind, her newly discovered power was making Chloe reach her climax.

It. Was. Amazing.

As Max worked down her thighs, Chloe massaged her own breasts roughly, pinching and rolling her nipples. Chloe let out a soft whimper from the sensation, and Max grew rougher and rougher with her sucking.

Max made her way to painfully slowly to reach Chloe's hot mound. Her wetness was sliding down her ass and onto the blankets.

Max took two smooth fingers and ran them along Chloe's slit, spreading her wetness. Max started rubbing smooth circles around her clit and Chloe immediately flinched from sensitivity. The more Chloe's moans got louder, the harder she pressed on her clit.

With Max's name spilling from Chloe's plump lips, Max plunged two of her smooth fingers deep inside her.

The smell of her arousal hit Max and in response, she hurriedly leaned in for a desperate lick.

"Fuckkkk Max!" Chloe exclaimed with her eyes half shut.

Max continued sucking and nibbling on Chloe's clit, taking breaks to tease Chloe by kissing her everywhere but where she wanted to. Max's fingers plunged faster and faster, deeper and deeper, feeling Chloe tighten up around her fingers.

Chloe then arched her back abruptly, let out a half moan and a half scream, and yelled, "UNNNNHHH, FUCKKKK!"

Chloe climaxed intensely against her hand, smearing her juices across Max's fingers.

Chloe tensed up as her whole body began to tremble, letting the warmth spread throughout her body as her release hit her.

Max sat up as Chloe, now on her side, pulled her legs into fetal position while allowing the sex trembles to take over. Max grabbed the blanket at the edge of the bed, brought it over Chloe and her, and flopped into bed beside her. They were now facing each other underneath the blanket; a safety; a safe haven.

Max scooted close into Chloe as Chloe slowly opened her eyes. A smirk appeared on her face and she said, "Damn, you're hardcore, Max."

Max was beaming. She couldn't believe that Chloe and her actually went all the way. She couldn't believe that she made Chloe cum. Her!

As if that actually happened! Max thought to herself.

Chloe pushed her body up against Max so that their belly buttons were touching. She took Max's hand, opened it wide, and kissed her palm sweetly.

It is so amazing to be with Chloe like this and be so close to her. It is so fucking intimate.

"Hands down, greatest sleepover of my life," Max shyly said.

"You are such a geek, Max."

Max smiled like a dork as Chloe continued, "But you're right. The greatest."

Although Max was enjoying her sex-with-Chloe high, she still couldn't help but contemplate where the two girls stood.

This changes everything. Max worriedly questioned herself, her sexuality, and her friendship with Chloe.

"But ... Chloe ... where does that leave us?"

Chloe gave Max one of her intense stares, which quickly turned into a playful chuckle.

"I trust you, Caulfield. Not just with my problems. I trust you with my body. I trust you completely."

That didn't answer Max's question so she kept quiet, hoping that Chloe would continue.

She did.

"Like I said, we don't need to label anything. I don't want to question our actions because I know one thing for sure. I like this and I like you. Life is too short to over-think things. But you know what they say ..." Chloe started.

"Friendships turned into relationships are the best kind." Chloe flashed her famous smirk at Max.

Despite Chloe's edgy and rough appearance, she could be so gentle and vulnerable with Max. Max loved her sweetness.

"You are amazing," Max whispered.

"And you're hella rad," Chloe replied.

"Mmm," Max shyly smiled.

Max's breathing evened out to match Chloe's.

The blue-haired girl offered her famous smirk. She grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around them both. She snuggled in close to the brunette, her arm draped across her waist. Chloe lightly kissed the crook of Max's neck, breathing in deeply. "So hardcore."

A/N: Ouuuuff. That is all.

Looking forward to write more of this Pricefield. xo.

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