The night was still young when Max and Rachel left their apartment, heading downtown to a local bar that hosted live nights where small bands of any kind could perform. It was Saturday after all and neither wanted to stay cooped up.

A week had passed since Mike had given Chloe the key to the garage and after talking on the phone with Joyce, whose shouts of joy could be heard pouring out the speaker when Chloe had told her the news, had demanded Chloe come visit to celebrate. And so, the punk had left for four days, to go visit her mother. Both women loved seeing Chloe overcome her reluctance to return to Arcadia Bay and spend time with Joyce, even if that included David as well.

The couple walked hand in hand towards their destination to meet up with their group of friends. When all three had arrived in L.A neither of them knew anyone here although it had come as no surprise when after a few weeks Rachel was already meeting people for coffee. But even she herself had admitted that there was no real connection and that she was just mingling in, which for her came naturally, she was after all the epitome of a social butterfly.

Now here they were, entering the bar to meet up with people they could call real friends and to Max’s utmost joy, one of them was Warren. He was truly one of her best friends and she couldn’t believe that he had also moved here. She always teased him how out of place he looked in L.A but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The other three people were Conor, Seth and Lara. Max had met Seth at the photography workshop she part-timed and had gradually become great friends. She was glad to see more people of colour get a chance to work at such studios and not just white rich boys that thought they owned the place. As for Lara, she was one of Rachel’s few good friends she had met on set of a photoshoot; the assistant of one of the photographers. Finally, Conor who had brought his car in for a quick check at the garage Chloe worked and had kicked it off immediately with the punk seeing how he was also heavily tattooed and liked Chloe’s ink. Neither of the group of friends knew each other beforehand but one day they had all gone out together after Rachel had suggested it and had all just clicked.

Max and Rachel slowly made their way towards the back of the bar that had now become their hang-out. It was the warmth that radiated off the place in combination with the gold lights and the laughter of the patrons that had initially drawn them in the first time they passed by and heard music seep out of the double wooden doors. Now, the stage at the far end of the bar was being set up. People working with smiles on their faces as they anticipated the performance later on in the evening.

A shrill whistle cut through the chatter of the bar as Max and Rachel approached the group.

“Ladies! You’re on fire tonight!” Lara shouted from across the table, she and the rest had saved for them.

“You know it!” Rachel responded breaking into a smile.

And it was true, the clothes weren’t something extravagant but there was no denying that they both drew people’s attention. Although, Max always believed that it was mostly for Rachel who naturally exuded a captivating aura which made it impossible to not look her way.

The blonde wore a tight red plaid skirt with high black boots and a crop top, dark red lipstick adorning her lips, while Max had a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, a loose ochre shirt tucked in a French tuck and had applied some light black eyeliner that brought out her blue eyes. To complete the look, she had thrown on Chloe’s black leather jacket.

Despite Rachel’s dazzling looks, Max couldn’t help but notice how the model shot sideway glances at her, eyes drifting over the exposed skin of her collar bones. She wasn’t going to lie. It was a big confidence boost to have those hazel eyes on her.

The night flowed by pleasantly, filled with the laughter of the group. Max had at some point gotten into a huge debate with Warren about a certain B movie called ‘’Ninja Terminator’’ that neither Rachel nor their friends knew or ever wanted to find out about.

Regardless of the small intervals in which the two women would get caught up in conversation with one or two of their friends, the flirting never stopped. Each of them stealing side glances or a light touch here and there; be it a gentle squeeze on the arm or a caress on the leg.

To be honest, the alcohol wasn’t helping much either as Max registered every graze against her skin and realised it was having double the effect it would normally have on her. The brunette knew that Rachel had a certain power over both her and Chloe and wasn’t afraid to use it, which really wasn’t fair. But Max wasn’t as shy as she used to be when they first met in Arcadia Bay, sure she wasn’t as open about her flirting as Chloe or Rachel were but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play the game.

Max taped into that hidden confidence of hers, the alcohol making it easier to drop some of her inhibitions. She wasn’t drunk, far from it, just more…relaxed.

Discretely she lowered her hand under the table and placed it on Rachels exposed thigh to lightly caress the delicate skin with her thumb in hopes of drawing the other’s attention. Bless the short skirt she thought to herself.

At first Rachel didn’t show any sign of acknowledgement, she was an excellent actress after all, even though her eyes did cast down to the warm hand resting on her leg for a few seconds but never to the other woman.

Fine, if that’s how it was going to be Max would have to up her game. It was the perfect opportunity to get revenge for all those occasions Rachel teased her in public and made her want to combust on the spot and of course Chloe would only encourage her and smirk while Max was trying to keep a straight face. Assholes.

And so, the young photographer slowly trailed her hand further up the actresses’ thigh, fingers barely touching skin and with the slightest hint of nails scraping gently. She travelled up, as much as the skirt would allow, which was pretty high up thanks to the way she was sitting cross legged and landed her hand on Rachel’s inner thigh.

Rachel had to discretely clear her throat but still she didn’t spare a look towards the other’s direction. Max wasn’t dissuaded, smiling gently and looking away from Rachel she squeezed her hand, until her nails were digging in soft skin.

Rachel knew she was a goner when she felt a sudden heat wash over her and nestle in her core. This time she did cast a curious and borderline challenging look at Max, who just continued to smile at her as she dragged her nails down her thigh and eliciting a full-body shiver from the blonde. Oh, she loved these games and was thrilled to see Max initiate one, however she had underestimated how well the photographer could be at it.

Fuck thought Max as she noticed Rachel’s change in posture. How her back straightened and the muscles in her shoulders tensed. This was more intoxicating than the alcohol in her drink.

Despite Max’s efforts and thinking she was discrete; their little mischievousness hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Oh would you two just fuck already!” Conor declared with a smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to watch?” Rachel replied with a smug smile. Meanwhile, Max’s confidence evaporated just as quickly as it had appeared after being caught.

“Are you offering?” Conor wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“No!” Max interrupted before Rachel could answer.

“You suck! At least send some pictures?”

Max had a deadpan look in her eyes as she stared down both Conor and Rachel, who was grinning.

“The answer is still no Conor.” Max was used to his antics; she had had training from Chloe’s cheeky sense of humour. No wonder those two got along so well. “Why don’t you ask Bryan to send you some?”

Conor looked shaken for a bit but recovered quickly at hearing that name.

“We broke up.” He said sounding a little uneasy.

“What? When? Why didn’t you tell us?” Max blurted out.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t a bad break up. We talked and decided to end it. I really am alright guys. Promise.” He insisted, not wanting to make his friends worry too much because it was true. Yes, it still hurt but after talking they had ended on good terms.

Everyone had stopped to listen. They all looked at each other but decided not to push it.

“Just know that we’re here if you want to talk.” Rachel said, which had everyone nodding in agreement.

“Thanks. But now I’m free as a bird. And I am ready to be seduced by any human being.”

To that everybody laughed. Conor was the type of person that always saw the positive side of things in life. It drew people to him. It was why the three women loved him so much. After all the darkness in their past, he was like a breath of fresh air in their lives.

“Anyway! Why isn’t Chloe here? Will she be coming later?” Conor decided to change the subject.

“She’s back home vising her mom to celebrate her getting the key to the garage.” Max explained.

“Oh yes! She texted us the good news! We’ll all have to go out when she comes back to celebrate!” Lara said with a fervent tone in her voice.

“It’s nice to see her moving forward.” Warren observed. They all knew the horrible relationship the three women had with Arcadia Bay, especially their run in with Nathan and Jefferson, minus Max’s time rewinding powers.

“Yes, we’re really proud of her.” Rachel added.

It was then that a man’s voice was heard speaking in the microphone, introducing tonight’s indie rock band. Not long after the introduction, the first song was blasting through the speakers filling the room with the singer’s melodic voice and upbeat tunes.

“Ooo you know what time it is!” Conor said enthusiastically.

“Time to shake those asses!” Lara shouted as she got up dragging Seth and Warren with her.

“Come on Max!” Rachel said pulling her along.

“Oh no no! Me no dance. You all know what happened last time.”

“Stepping on a few feet will not deter us!” Cried out Conor.

“Fine. But no complaining after!” Max giggled as she stood up and followed her friends.

The whole gang was soon up and dancing, laughing to their hearts content. Max messed around with Warren and Seth. Conor was on his own little planet breaking it down by himself while Rachel and Lara danced together.

After a few songs, Rachel twirled her way next to Max, purposely lifting her hands above her head to expose silk skin and noting how the other couldn’t keep her eyes off her. As if reading the switch in both their body language, the band turned to a calmer song which screamed slow dance.

“Would you do me the honour?” Max said with an outstretched arm.

“Oh who me?” Rachel faked astonishment, looking around to make sure Max was addressing her.

“I only see one stunning woman in front of me.”

“Who knew you’d be such a flatterer.”

“Is it working?” Max inquired, lips curved in a side smile.

“Mmm exceedingly well.” Rachel whispered, resting her arms on Max’s shoulders as the latter placed her hands on Rachel’s waist, thumbs caressing the skin just above the skirt’s waistline.

The singer’s harmonious voice was low and deep, making everyone sway to the pace she set.

Rachel stepped in closer until they were flush against each other, tilting her head to the side so the young photographer could feel each time the blonde breathed out on her neck, sending shivers down Max’s spine as she felt hot puffs of air caressing her skin.

At some point Rachel moved her head and purposely slow brushed her lips against Max’s neck, knowing all too well what it would do to her girlfriend. Right on cue, the model felt Max’s hands squeeze her hips in response to the teasing. Two could play at that game and Rachel considered herself a professional.

Across the room, their friends had returned to the table to catch their breath. Glimpsing at them from time to time.

“I bet you guys all of tonight’s drinks, that these two are fucking tonight.” Lara said with a sly smile on her face.

“Oh please, it’s obvious. They’ve been practically eye-fucking all night.” Conor said as if stating the obvious.

“Can you guys not?” Warren interjected. “I do not want to have those type of images of my best friends in my head.”

Conor opened his mouth to say something inappropriate.

“No. Shut it!” Warren glared at him.

“Innocent.” Conor raised his hands in submission.

“Ahaha now that’s something you’re clearly not!” Seth jested.

“Fuck all of you! I miss Chloe. She would understand!”

“What’s gotten all of you so fired up?” Rachel said as she walked up to them with Max on her side, holding hands.

“Conor and Lara were just saying-“Seth started speaking before getting interrupted by Lara.

“We were saying how cute you two look.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’re lying?” Max looked at them suspiciously.

“No promise! Scouts honour.” Conor crossed his fingers.

“Okay now I know you’re definitely lying.” Max smiled nonetheless as everyone burst out laughing before the couple set back down to enjoy their drinks for the remainder of the night.

It was a bit after midnight when Rachel and Max said goodnight to everyone and headed home in an uber.

During the whole way back, the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and crackling with nervous energy. Both women could sense it, knew of the unspoken promise. That didn’t mean though that they weren’t anxious either. Especially Max. Yes, she had slept with Chloe and all three of them together, but she had never actually spent a whole night with Rachel. Just the two of them. She wanted it, had fantasied about it even, but was still conscience of the fact that Rachel had been with Chloe for so long that she wasn’t sure if Rachel wished to take that extra step with her as well. Maybe she didn’t want to go down that road.

Max had been lost in thought for the last stretch to the house that she hadn’t realised they were standing in front of the entrance to their apartment with Rachel unlocking the door and closing it behind them before shoving Max up against it and crashing her lips against the brunette’s, nothing elegant about it. Just raw passion. The photographer gasped in surprise and that gave Rachel the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue in her mouth and explore causing Max’s brain to stop functioning, error 404 not found.

Fuck, that felt so good. Rachel was an exceptional kisser; however Max couldn’t just sit there and do nothing and so answered back by wrapping her arms around the blonde, bringing them closer together and dragging her tongue against plush lips. Rachel smiled into the kiss while parting Max’s legs with her right thigh to allow herself to bear down on the other. The brunette couldn’t help but moan into the kiss at the sensation which sparked a fire in her, setting every fibre of her being aflame.

Okay. Okay this was happening. Yet Max’s insecurity was still eating away at her, she needed to be sure that Rachel wanted this as badly as she did.

“Rachel, w-wait.” She said in a shaky voice.

The actress stopped immediately and looked at her under hooded eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Concern was evident in her voice.

“Nothing. I-it’s just, well…”

“Talk to me love.” Rachel spoke in a soothing voice.

“Well, I know we’ve all slept together but you and Chloe have been together for years…And I don’t know…” She trailed off, massaging the back of her nape. “I just wanted to be sure that you wanted this too. That you were okay with going all the way with just me.”

Rachel’s eyes lit up in understanding the moment she heard the words leaving her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Max.” She brought her hands to cradles the other’s face. “When I said I wanted us to be together, I meant it. All.Three.Of.Us” She emphasised each word with a light kiss. “Just because I am with Chloe for longer does not mean I don’t want you or that I don’t love you.”

Max’s blue eyes flew to Rachel’s instantly. Mind working at hyper speed to processes what the other had just confessed.

“Love?” She asked as her heart pounded so fast and hard against its ribbed cage that she could practically hear her own pulse drumming in her ears.

“Yes dummy! I love you!” Rachel answered with a laugh. “I’ve wanted you to myself for a long time, but I just didn’t think you were ready or…wanted to be just the two of us.”

Max saw a flash of insecurity dance past those hazel eyes but was gone as soon as it had appeared. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Here she was trying for the past week to come up with the right way and time to tell Rachel she loved her only to have the other beat her to it.

“I love you too! Jesus, I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you for the past week! We really are idiots, aren’t we?”

“Hey! Talk for yourself.” She teased. “But you know…” and there it was, just like that the softness of her voice dissipated and gave its place to a seductive undertone. “Don’t tell Chloe this, but I’ve always wanted to fuck a pretty girl with freckles, it’s always been on my to-do list.”

Max laughed at hearing this big revelation. All her uncertainties and doubts beginning to wash away.

“Well tonight is your lucky night then.” She said before crashing their lips together again, this time with no restraint.

Max kissed her way past Rachel’s mouth, jaw line and descended to her exposed neck, lavishing it with open-mouthed kisses. Meanwhile, Rachel shoved Chloe’s leather jacket off Max’s shoulders while tilting her head back to expose more skin which Max made sure to run her tongue along resulting in an appreciative hum from the other.

Both women fumbled in the dark apartment, not once letting go of each other. They somehow ended with Rachel trapping Max between her arms, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. Somewhere in their erratic movements someone must have hit the light switch and Max didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse because now she could clearly see Rachel’s features and dear lord was she gorgeous. Her light brown eyes carried such hunger in them as they roamed over Max’s lithe body that the photographer felt a heat pool in her core at how much she was turned on and desiring more contact.

As if reading her mind, Rachel lurched forward, biting on Max’s collar bone that she’d been eyeing all night and finally, finally getting the chance to sink her teeth on the exposed skin that was covered in freckles which she had come to love and understand why Chloe wouldn’t shut up about them. With both her hands, Rachel grabbed Max by the ass and with force pulled her down on her thigh that was resting between the other’s legs, controlling the rhythm to which Max started grinding her core against her.

The photographer gasped in pleasure at the sensation of something pressing on one of her most sensitive parts but it wasn’t nearly enough. Apart from the fabric being in the way, the pace was agonisingly slow and it was making Max steadily lose her mind while at the same time made her become increasingly worried that she would dampen Rachel’s skirt because she was certain that by now, she had soaked through her pants from how wet she was.

Max needed to do something with her hands, anything and so settled for placing them on Rachel’s exposed waist and slowly raised them, dragging along her top until the model had to break away to remove it.

Well. Fuck.

Blue eyes roamed over Rachel’s exposed skin, taking in every beauty dot that was scattered across her stomach all the way up, up until Max’s eyes landed on a dark red, laced push up bra that made a perfect contrast to her toned skin. Max must have not realised that she had voiced her thoughts aloud because Rachel chuckled.

“Like what you see?” She teased, leaning slightly back to give Max a better view.

“Extremely.” Max said in a husky voice not even she knew could summon before stepping forward with renewed vigour, kissing and pushing Rachel out of the kitchen area and towards the rooms, not once breaking apart.

Rachel’s gasp broke the kiss when her back hit a cold wall, the pause giving Max the perfect opportunity to place her hand under Rachel’s right thigh and bring it up so the blonde could wrap her leg around the other’s midriff. Max mimicked her move from earlier that night in the bar, caressing her way up tender skin but this time going higher until her palm was resting on Rachel’s ass, fingertips meeting lace once more.

Max groaned against Rachel’s neck. She must be wearing matching lace underwear. The realisation went straight to her clit, making her throb. Jesus this woman was going to be the end of her. She needed to get her in bed. Now.

Right on cue, Rachel spoke.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Her eyes shown with devilment.

Max saw where in the house they stood and grinned.

That’s all the confirmation Rachel needed to open the door behind her and entered Chloe’s room.

With a swift move, Rachel turned around and started pushing Max towards the bed. Hands fumbling with her shirt, trying to undo it. The movements were borderline frantic and gave away just how turned on Rachel was too to be struggling with such a trivial task.

The young photographer backtracked until the back of her knees hit the bed and allowed herself to fall on the cool mattress which was a big contrast to her burning skin. There, on the bed she looked dishevelled, hair splayed across the sheets, shirt half unbuttoned and hanging loosely off one shoulder.

Rachel eyed her greedily before tapping a finger on her cheek as if thinking.

“There is only one problem with this picture.” She said with a sultry voice. “You are still wearing way too many clothes for my liking.”

“Well why don’t you come over and do something about it?” Max replied with a playful tone.

“Oh believe me, I will right this wrong immediately.”

And with that Rachel stepped towards the bed, pausing at the edge. She locked eyes with Max and unzipped the side of her plaid skirt deliberately slow, letting gravity do the rest of the work.

Max instantly felt her throat go dry at the sight of Rachel standing right in front of her. She had been right. Matching dark red lace underwear met her hungry gaze and all thought process ceased to exist.

The model began moving like a feline towards her prey and without any more delay, Rachel swiftly removed Max’s shirt and tight jeans, not without a bit of struggle that resulted in both women having a laughing fit, leaving Max in her emerald green bra and underwear.

When the laughter died out, Rachel was standing over Max on all fours, taking in pale skin scattered with freckles starting from her face and traveling all the way down to her shoulders and the rest of her body. Rachel needed a moment to collect her thoughts because the view of the woman beneath her had knocked all air out of her lungs. So pretty she thought.

Albeit, radiating confidence and seeming as if she knew what she was doing, Rachel still had to fight her own demons and trust issues especially after what had happened with her father. She knew she could be a lot, especially with how hot tempered she could get, so she felt extremely lucky to have not one but two incredible women in her life that loved and supported her. It meant the world to her that someone as kind-hearted as Max was able to see past her troubled past and risk everything for her. The very same woman that was lying underneath her and trusting her enough to take their relationship a step further.

Max must have realised something was up because she broke Rachel’s trance-like state by placing her hand on the other’s cheek.

“Are you okay?” Worry was apparent in her voice.

“Yes, of course. I was just thinking how beautiful you look.” Rachel deflected, not wanting to ruin the mood.

Max felt defenseless against the compliment. A blush was surely blossoming on her cheeks.

“I’m not really. I sometimes still have trouble believing you want me.” She couldn’t help but voice her insecurity.

“Max.” Rachel said “Trust me when I say you are hot as hell. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.” Rachel took Max’s hand and guided it to her entrance, incentivizing Max to press firmly against her.

“Mmm see?”

Max unconsciously licked her lips. Sure enough Rachel’s underwear was drenched, her fingers coming back wet.

“Fuck.” Was the only monosyllable word the young photographer could conjure.

“Hm that’s the plan love.”

If ever there was a time to stop doubting, this was it. Max was so incredibly turned on by the gesture and needing to do something to appease the growing desire inside her that she grabbed Rachel by the waist and pulled her down, grinding against her hard, forcing both women let out a moan at the delightful pressure on their clits.

Sweet lord it felt amazing, a delicious heat building in her belly but Max wanted more, and Rachel was all the more willing to give it to her.

The model took charge again, bending down to resume her previous treatment of kissing and licking her way down Max’s neck until she reached the swell of her breast. Without a warning she mouthed over the thin fabric on one nipple while her hand took care of the other.

Max arched her back into the feel as she bit her lip, humming in satisfaction at getting some much-wanted attention but the fabric was preventing her from fully enjoying Rachel’s warm touch. It had to go, and not just hers.

Max grunted as she maneuvered to unhook her bra and then her girlfriend’s.

“Someone’s eager tonight.” Rachel pointed out. “I thought you liked the red bra.”

“I love it but with you still wearing it, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” Max lurched forward and took a nipple between her lips, sucking on it before circling her tongue around the sensitive skin.

“Point taken.” Rachel moaned as her hands came up to rest on her girlfriend’s nape, massaging lightly to show her approval.

When Max moved away to kiss her again, the blonde returned the kiss with bruising force, pushing the younger back so she lay in bed again.

Rachel shuffled lower while running her teeth against soft pale skin, biting down on Max’s breast and eliciting such melodic sounds that made Rachel want to drown in every single one of them as the brunette melted away under her skilful hands and tongue.

All the while, Max’s hands roamed over the blonde’s back, nails digging in and leaving red trails along her spine, something that made Rachel shudder and Max didn’t fail to notice. This didn’t only serve as a purpose of pleasing Rachel but also as a way for grounding herself while her girlfriend continued to scrape her teeth against pink skin, turning her into putty with every kiss.

Max, unlike Chloe, considered herself a patient person but right now she was so pent up she could hardly remain still. Rachel toying with her on top of being worked up since the bar wasn’t helping. She desperately needed to come. Sooner rather than later.

“Rachel. Please…I-Ah!“ Max was cut off by Rachel rolling her hips and applying pressure on her clit, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

“Please what?” Rachel smirked, knowing perfectly well what it was Max needed but wanting her to say it out loud.

So this is how it’s going to be huh? Max thought to herself. Of course the blonde would make her beg for it. Max would have to get her revenge later. Right now, her brain was screaming for one thing. Release.

“I need you to fuck me right now.” Max responded while looking her straight in the eyes. She wasn’t usually very vocal in bed unless she was extremely horny, case in point. Her body felt attuned to Rachel’s every move and every touch, kiss or roll of the hips send her brain into a mindless frenzy of chasing after her wants and needs.

“Hhm good girl.” Rachel smiled before leaning in and kissing her, tongue teasing the roof of the brunette’s mouth and biting her lower lip before parting again. With ease she got off Max and went to one of Chloe’s drawers to grab the strap-on and lube.

With practiced moves, she adjusted the harnesses and dropped the lube on the bed.

“I um… don’t think you’ll be needing that with the way I am at the moment.” Max said, eyeing the bottle.

“Oh? Let’s have a look, shall we?” Rachel answered not hiding the amusement in her voice, eyebrow arched high.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed, she grabbed hold of the brunette’s underwear and slowly peeled it off with ease. Rachel tried to steady her own heartbeat at the sight of pink folds in front of her. She was so worked up as well that she had half a mind not to shove her hand past her underwear and get herself off while eating Max out.

The blonde ran her finger against Max’s sex with a feather light touch that it almost tickled and without a single word, spread her girlfriend’s folds with her tongue, finally tasting her.

“F-fuck!” Max cried out as her hips rose from the bed at the sudden feel. The model seemed to have expected the reaction and quickly moved her head back before pinning Max’s hips back down. Rachel’s tongue left a scorching trail as it lapped around her clit before dropping to Max’s entrance and pushing inside. “Christ that feels so good” The photographer managed to say through gritted teeth. It was taking all her strength not to grab Rachel by the hair and push her face further in.

“You’re right love. There’s no need for it but, I like to be extra careful, so I’ll still be using it.” Rachel replied whilst running her fingers along glistening folds to coat them before adding two fingers in as she looked up at her girlfriend. Upon feeling Rachel inside her, Max’s eyes rolled at the back of her head, gasping when the other curled them upwards. She let out a silent cry at the sweet pressure against her walls, her hip involuntarily rolling and trying to match Rachel’s pace.

Good God how could she already be this close? After a few experimental thrusts, Rachel removed her fingers, not without the other’s protest, and licked them clean making sure to keep her eyes locked with the brunette who was lying breathless beneath her.

“Now be a good girl and come here.”

Rachel sat on the bed and motioned for Max to come sit on her lap. The photographer gladly obliged and made her way over, placing her legs on either side of Rachel and taking the lube-coated blue silicon dildo to align it to her entrance before stopping. She locked eyes with the blonde, holding onto her shoulders for support and lowered herself slowly only when Rachel gave an approving nod.

Fuck, the stretch was divine.

Only when it was fully inside her did Max let out a shaky breath she had been holding and wrapped her legs around Rachel who placed one hand on Max’s lower back for support and the other hand on her waist so as to have better control of the rhythm.

Leisurely, Max started rolling her hips and enjoying how full she felt. A river of feel-good chemicals flushed her mind, firing up every synapses when a few seconds later Rachel began to move as well, gradually taking control of the pace she used to fuck Max. All the photographer could do was hold on for dear life as Rachel grabbed her in a vice grip and fucked into her harder with Max meeting her thrusts halfway. She had managed to keep a good rhythm until the blonde took a hardened nipple in her mouth and sucked on it, teeth barely grazing over the sensitive bud and sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit.

“Shit. Rachel, that’s so… You’re so…” Max had half the mind to finish the sentences she had started.

“Such a good girl Max. Taking it so well for me.” Rachel breathed against her breasts, making Max shudder at the sensation of hot puffs of air on her flushed skin.

Seeing how needy Max was, Rachel decided to pick up the pace until Max was practically bouncing in her lap, knowing it would bring her girlfriend this much closer to the release she so desperately wanted. However, the blonde had other plans for Max and so abruptly seized all movement.

Max cried out in frustration, not believing how close she had been to coming only to have that blissful feeling disappear right in front of her eyes like snuffing out a cigarette’s fire.

“Rachel, come on, I want to come.” She whimpered while resting her head on the blonde’s shoulders. She had been so close. So damn close, the silicon dick pressing so finely against that sensitive spot inside her.

“I don’t know babe. You were being an awful tease at the bar tonight. Do you really deserve it?”

Max squirmed in her spot, trying to get any sort of friction but Rachel stopped her with a devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Max retorted with a bit of defiance in her voice. “Now please Rachel, move, I need to feel you. Please.” She felt like a fine-tuned organ whose strings were beginning to stretch tightly and soon would snap.

“How can I refuse such a pretty girl when she’s begging me so nicely?” Rachel smiled at Max who fidgeted in her arms, knowing all too well what the praise did to the brunette.

Rachel started moving again at a fast pace while pulling Max down hard on her. Unfortunately for her, this had the aftermath of rubbing the base of the strap-on against her clit and Rachel new that by now she had soaked through her underwear which was surely ruined. For now though, she turned all her attention to Max. She wanted to make her feel good. To show her how much she wanted her and dispel any remaining doubts.

“You’re doing so good Max. Such a good girl.” Max was beaming under the praise; she couldn’t take her eyes off Rachel and her delicate features. It was such a thrill to have someone like Rachel Amber praise you.

“Rach I’m so close. I-“ Max’s voice hitched. She could barely breathe from how amazing it felt, just a little more, she needed just a little something extra to tip her over the edge. Her prayers were answered in the form of Rachel’s hand moving from her waist and up to grab a handful of brown locks and harshly yank them back, forcing Max’s head to loll back and expose her neck like a meal ready for the taking.

Max hissed but the pain from having her hair being pulled was exquisite.

Rachel didn’t hesitate one minute to sink her teeth in the bare neck that by now was sporting blue and purple bruises. She ran her tongue along her creations until she reached the brunette’s lips and crashed them together in a fiery kiss.

This was the last push Max needed to fall head-first in a pool of euphoria while her body tensed up momentarily before spasming hard as she came all over Rachel, who continued to thrust in her. The model drank up every moan and cry that trickled out of Max’s lips as she gradually came down from her high. Hips slowly coming to a gradual halt.

“Are you alright?” Rachel asked, a bit out of breath herself.

Max pushed her hair back, revealing a pair of intense blue eyes looking back.

“Alright? Rachel that was incredible!”

Rachel’s response was to kiss her on the forehead, feeling elated.

Once she got her breathing in check, Max lifted herself up, removing the soaking dildo and lying down in bed, giving space for Rachel to take off the strap-on and her lace underwear. Max couldn’t help but stare at the smooth skin and how wet Rachel was. All she wanted to do was taste her.

Rachel noticed Max’s eyes on her and purposely began touching herself. Spreading glistening folds for the other to see. She would have put on a show if it weren’t for her clit aching that even her touch made her knees buckle.

“Need some help with that?” Max inquired already knowing the answer.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Rachel said while pushing her hair to the side and straddled Max once more.

However, Max didn’t stay in her place. Instead, she wiggled down the bed until her face was right under Rachel’s sex.

“Oh?” Rachel quirked an eyebrow.

Max’s only response was to wink at her before she started licking the running rivulets down her thigh all the way up until her tongue was lavishing slick folds.

“Oh fuck!” Rachel exclaimed, finally getting some form of relief as well.

Max hummed in approval which had Rachel grinding fervently against her face as she happily went to work, eating her out vigorously, tongue poking in and out of her entrance.

“Holy shit Max!” Rachel moaned as she rode Max’s face, head spinning in ecstasy.

The photographer’s mouth was too full to answer so she responded by licking Rachel’s clit in quick successions before taking the sensitive bud between her lips and sucking. Hard.

“Fuuuck.” Rachel cried out, her thighs quivering as she tried not to fall over. Hardly believing how something could feel so good. She could feel her orgasm approach like a tidal wave, strong and unstoppable but at the same time never wanted this ride to end.

“Jesus, Max you’re so good at this.” Rachel praised her which resulted in the other humming again, causing Rachel to grab Max’s hair once more because holy fuck the vibrations around her clit nearly made her come on the spot.

Max’s jaw began to ache but there was no way in hell she would stop. Not when she knew she was the reason why Rachel was shivering from pleasure.

“Max please. Oh God-“ Rachel was cut off when Max pushed her tongue back inside her. The combined feeling of Max’s tongue with the way she rode the brunette’s face, causing her clit to rub against Max’s lips and nose, had Rachel’s eyes water from how fucking fantastic it felt. Rachel had absolutely no idea when Max had learned to curl her tongue like that, hitting all the right places, but she wasn’t about to complain.

Max wanted to chuckle. Oh how the tables had turned. If she wasn’t so spent herself, she would have dragged this out for as long as possible. Maybe next time.

“I’m so close. Don’t… don’t stop.” Rachel ordered, out of breath. Her body moved with less precision as she tethered towards the edge. The young photographer took this as her cue to continue, replacing long licks with short fast ones against her clit and occasionally sucking on it.

“Fuck, oh f-fuck baby…so good…doing so well. I’m-“ Rachel’s whole body tensed. She felt her walls contract before crying out Max’s name as she came hard over her girlfriend’s face, soaking her chin and the bed sheets below as her mind went completely blank from the sheer pleasure running wild and hot inside her veins.

Max, always the diligent girlfriend, licked up as much of Rachel’s release as she could, prolonging her orgasm. It could have lasted, a minute or an hour, the blonde honestly couldn’t tell the difference.

When a sense of feeling returned to Rachel’s legs, she moved on her own and collapsed next to an exhausted Max. Both breathing heavily, feeling like each limb weighed a ton.

“Max, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know when or where you learned that trick, but I have every intention of exploiting it.”

Max burst out laughing at hearing the remark. A sense of pride washing over her.

“I’m glad to be of service.”

Rachel propped herself on her elbow to face Max, her long blonde hair falling down like a curtain and caressing Max’s skin.

“I love you Max Caulfield.”

“I love you too Rachel Amber.” Her smile was wide as the blonde leaned in for a kiss.

“I wish we could’ve seen Chloe’s face if she knew we just defiled her bed.” Rachel said with a sly grin.

“That would, indeed, make for a… priceless photo.” Max said while casting a side glance at her girlfriend and pursing her lips together, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! You and Chloe are going to drive me to an early grave with your god-awful puns! No wonder you two were inseparable.”

“I’ll have you know; my puns are far superior to Chloe’s despite her saying otherwise.”

“Uh-huh…”

“I would throw a pillow at you for not believing in my powers, but I am way too tired to move.”

“Good because I don’t want you going anywhere.” With this Rachel snuggled up against Max as she pulled the covers over them, letting sleep and exhaustion finally take the reins.

Chloe was practically a ball of burning energy as she sang along a rock song in her old and trusty truck. She was originally planning to be back in L.A Monday noon but decided to come back a day earlier and surprise her girlfriends. She had even brought with her some tasty treats from the diner for them. Damn she was a thoughtful girlfriend she mused to herself.

It was around noon by the time she pulled up to their place. Surely the girls should be up by then she thought while exiting the car, bringing along her rucksack and gifts. When she entered the apartment however, Chloe was greeted with silence instead of the familiar clicking of Max on her laptop and Rachel trying to pull Max off the couch for another photo session.

“Max? Rachel?”

Silence.

Maybe they had gone out to one of those hipster brunch places the young photographer loved to frequent. So much for surprising them Chloe grumbled. Since no one seemed to be in the house she dropped off the food on the kitchen counter and made a beeline for her room to leave her stuff and maybe call one of them to find out where they were.

Chloe pushed the door to her room open with her foot and instantly stopped mid-stride when she was greeted with a naked Rachel, splayed over a naked Max, still sleeping soundly.

It took a minute to processes what she witnessed before that all too familiar smirk crept up her face while walking towards the bed and loudly clearing her throat.

Max was the first to stir. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking fast until she adjusted to the light creeping in from the open door. When she finally opened them, her heart nearly stopped and her hands went automatically to the bed sheets to cover herself up at seeing a tall figure staring at them without realising who it was yet. Her sudden movement waking Rachel up as well.

“Looks like you two had fun last night. In my bed.” Chloe crossed her arms and feigned annoyance even though that shit eating grin never wavered from her face.

“Jesus Christ Chloe! You scared the shit out of me! We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.” Max placed her palm over her erratic-beating heart.

“Clearly.”

At that moment Rachel sat up causing the cover to fall and expose the naked upper half of her body, making Chloe stare despite her best efforts not to seem affected by it.

“I’m not apologising for anything. Plus, last night I discovered one of Max’s hidden talents…”

On that note Max unconsciously flexed her still aching jaw and looked at Rachel.

It didn’t take much for Chloe to put two and two together.

“Ah I see. Max had a full course meal then.”

“Chloe!” Max cried, blushing profusely despite having eaten Rachel out last night for all her worth.

Rachel bit her lip and hummed in agreement as both women looked towards Max who was averting their gaze.

“Shut up! Both of you!” Max complained as she wrapped herself in the fallen covers.

“Isn’t she the cutest when she gets angry?” Rachel said as she ruffled the brunette’s hair.

“That she is.” Chloe agreed. “Now, get your lazy asses out of bed! I’ve brought you something!”

“Not before you get your ass down here and kiss us hello.” Rachel said as she and Max, as if well-timed clocks, reached out simultaneously and grabbed the punk, making her fall on the bed with a thud before covering her in kisses which she gladly accepted.

Once the two women got out of bed and washed up, Max threw on a pair of clean underwear and took Rachel’s ripped red plaid shirt to wear not bothering to button it up and earning a small smirk from the blonde that was also getting dressed next to her; if one could call putting on the over-sized T-shirts she favoured inside the house as “getting dressed”.

When they walked out to join Chloe in the kitchen, the punk did an actual double take because there was so much exposed skin, her brain had to reboot.

“Cat got your tongue?” Rachel poked fun when she caught Chloe staring at both of them.

“N-no, you’re both just…um-fuck.” The punk shook her head as a light pink hue crept up in her cheeks and her heart raced fast in her chest. God, she had missed them so damn much even if she had only been away for a few days. She had missed the casualness and easiness of being around each other.

“Very eloquent babe.” Rachel continued her teasing to the sound of Max chuckling.

“Eat me.” Chloe groused, frowning before moving to remove two containers from a plastic bag she had placed on the counter.

“Serving me breakfast already? How considerate of you.” Rachel fired back and this time Max couldn’t hold back her laugh as Chloe gaped at them, clearly flustered.

“Are you done? Or will there be more bashing?”

“Would you like to find out?” The blonde smiled at her before adding. “So, what’s this surprise you were telling us about?”

“Oh now you wanna know!” Chloe cast her a sharp look before presenting them with the food. “Voila!”

“Uum. What is it?” asked Max, leaning forward to look inside.

“What do you mean? Crunchy Belgian waffles for you Super Max” The punk said as she placed a plastic tupperware in front of her. “And crispy bacon for you” She pushed the other one towards Rachel. “Courtesy of the Two Whale diner!”

Both the brunette and the blonde eyed each other while opening the lid.

“You mean more like sad and soggy?” Rachel replied, giving it a poignant look.

“Yeah Chlo. These look depressed.” Max added.

“Hey! Ungrateful much? I drove as fast as I could to get back!” Chloe retorted, only slightly annoyed.

“I’m really sorry Chloe but you’ve got to admit they do look sad.” Max said while poking the waffles with her finger which left an imprint as if to make a point.

Chloe crossed her arms and huffed. “Yeah, okay they kinda look like they just played in the last scene of the Notebook.”

Rachel and Max could not hide their surprise as they burst out laughing.

“Babe, how the hell do you even know what the Notebook is?” Rachel said between fits of laughter.

“Joyce wanted to watch a romantic movie with me and step-dou- and David for a change. It was playing on tv and so we watched it. I swear I wanted to grab one of his guns and shoot myself in the head not even 10 minutes in.”

“That does sound painful.” Max gave her a sympathetic look before continuing. “Oh, and Chloe, don’t even joke about that again.” She said recalling what had happened the last time the punk had a revolver in her hands.

There had been the faintest hint of fear in Max’s voice which didn’t elude Chloe.

“Yeah, um sorry.”

Without wanting to spoil the mood, Max took Rachel’s hand and came to stand beside the blue haired woman, enclosing her in a tight embrace.

“Jokes aside, that was really sweet of you Chlo. Thank you.” Max placed a small kiss on the punk’s cheek.

“Welcome home Chloe.” Rachel added before kissing her as well.

The punk took in a deep breath and squeezed the two women in her arms. She was home.