Welcome one and all to this story I'm about to tell. This story is based off of the song 'At A Glance' by Message to Bears. While 'Mountains' was a good song for Life Is Strange, I also thought this one was good as well and so I figured I'd make my first story an emotional and meaningful one. I have no plans for this, so I'll literally be writing as I go.

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She's pinned against the wall, her wrists restrained above her head in a single hand. Rushed but gentle kisses are traced down the side of her neck and her head lolls to the side. A breathy sigh dissipates into the open air.

R-right there...

Pale, slender fingers tighten at her waist and she feels the heat emanating from where they rest. It's a good kind of burn, the kind that tingles at the ends of your nerves and make your muscles twitch uncontrollably despite your best efforts.

Don't stop...

A nibble on her earlobe makes her bite her lip. Warm breath huffs against the shell of her ear. She shudders. A single syllable murmurs from her lips. The fingers move from her waist to underneath her shirt, sliding a ghostlike touch over the soft skin. If they pressed any harder, they would surely feel the storm of butterflies raging in the pit of her stomach.

Please...

She wants to move her hands. She wants to run them over the body of her lover, tangle her fingers in the disheveled mop of hair that covers their head and falls in front of their eyes, wrap an arm around their waist to force them closer. She craves contact, she craves friction. They're inches too far from her and the light graze of their bodies against each other is torture. Not enough.

Closer...

The hand beneath her shirt finds it way up her torso. It curves to run a nail up the very center before veering off to the right. It runs across the right side of her chest. It knows her body well and doesn't have to try very hard when searching for the one of many pleasure points located on her body. It encircles the hardened peak beneath the satin covering. She whimpers in response.

I n-need you...

Lips leave a trail of fire down the side of her throat and come across her pulse. They linger and press harder there. Before long, they give way to teeth that nip teasingly at her and her back arches a bit. The butterflies increase. She feels her skin, her pulse, drawn in between the lips. It quickens. She'll need a scarf tomorrow.

So bad...

The hand palms her chest and her body threatens to slack. The other hand finally releases her wrists and her arms fall into place around her lover's shoulders first. Her fingers extend and brush against the ends of her hair as the hand that released them instills a death grip on the hem of her shirt. It tugs impatiently. The response is her arms lifted above her head, followed by her shirt. It's tossed without a thought over a shoulder and lands beside a discarded purple beanie.

Don't leave me...

A knee parts her legs and two hands swiftly hook under her own knees. She's hiked up and pressed harder against the wall with the knee more effectively placed between her thighs. The hands go to her hips and they urge her to move. She lets out a desperate mewl at the sparks rushing from her core to her abdomen. She can sense them colliding and tensing. Soon enough, she doesn't need the hands to guide her and she's moving against her lover''s knee without hesitation.

Not again...

Her named is hissed against her lips, husky and heavy, and she throws her head back against the wall. It creates a dull thud that echoes in the room. The hands, no longer needed at her hips, busy themselves at her chest. She's not big, no more than a B32-36, but it's never complained about. In fact, she's compared to 'a nice handful'. Or her lover's personal favorite, 'two freshly picked oranges.'

I...can't afford to lose you...

The knee rides up and it hits the mark that makes a cry surface at the back of her throat, but it's swallowed back. She gasps out her lover's name instead and they groan in response (-Make that noise again...-) resting their forehead on her shoulder. The back of her bra is suddenly undone and the offensive clothing tumbles out onto the floor. Skin to skin contact is made and she worries her lip between her teeth. Her heart is pounding through the blood rushing in her ears and she's lost count of how many times it's skipped.

Fuck.

"Unh, C-..." She fails at her sentence, but it doesn't go ignored. They move away.

"Max."

If I lose you...

Everything comes out in that one name, that one word. Her heart flutters and her nails dig into Chloe's shoulders. The bluenette doesn't even flinch, but she knows there will be light crescent bruises developing by the time she's released. She doesn't mind. She loves it.

"I..." want you.

A needy kiss is shared, followed by a thrust into her crotch. She moans aloud. It's understood and the reply is Max clawing at her back. There will be red lines in their wake. Chloe's tongue slithers its way into Max's mouth and seeks out hers, sliding against it. She hums and Max whines, a strangled high pitched sound. Her stomach knots up and she buries her face in the crook of Chloe's neck. Her teeth clamp down on Chloe's collarbone on their own accord and she hears Chloe's breath catch.

I'll lose myself...

Max grinds herself harder on Chloe's knee and a rough shudder ripples down her spine. She gives into her cry of pleasure and the sound makes Chloe's blood feel as if it's igniting after being laced with gasoline. The heat courses her veins, practically mimicking the liquid pleasure racing through Max's. The pressure beneath her waist coils, intensifies, and the butterflies are now a hailstorm. She clutches hopelessly to Chloe.

I...

"Fuck..." Max moans pathetically. She can feel the dampness between her legs increase. At this rate, they won't make it all the way.

Chloe moves her knee away and Max groans at the loss, her high rolling away from her. Chloe has her wrists in her hands at an instant and leans in close. Love and lust hazed blues meet their match.

"Watch me."

It's a command, and Max is given no option to refuse. She nods meekly and Chloe's lips crash into hers a second later. Their lips, their hearts, their breathing seems as if they're in sync. Chloe parts from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva breaking between them, and she starts her journey downward. She leaves a few other hickeys here and there along Max's body, making the young photographer squirm. In her mind's eye, Chloe imagine Max's figure a canvas and her love bites are the paint. Claiming her, creating her, changing her.

love...

Max's eyes never leave Chloe as she does her work, though her eyelids flit and droop with the promise to disobey. She fights it, biting her lip hard and running her hand through Chloe's ocean colored hair when Chloe kisses her on the stomach. She barely fumbles with the button of Max's jeans and she drags down the zipper, pressing her knuckle against the crease and forcing Max's back into an arch. The pants pool at her lover's ankles and reveal a pair of gray and pink striped panties that are sporting a darkened spot in the crevice. Max's cheeks flush and she wants to look away.

Chloe catches her eyes and she feels the urgency within her own being sound off. She ignores it and hooks a finger in Max's underwear, dragging them down at an agonizingly slow pace. She couldn't help herself, she had to take in a breath of Max's scent. Her natural musk mingled with the faint smell of vanilla and peppermint and she licks her lips in absentminded anticipation. She knows her lover's taste, but it never failed to rile her up.

The blue haired punk urged her hand up Max's thigh towards her sex. Her index finger slips between her folds and Max lets out a whimper. She gears her thumb up in search of Max's clit. She knows she's found it when Max jerks forward. Smirking victoriously, Chloe places one of Max's legs over her shoulder to open her up more. She is practically glistening with excitement.

"Goddamn it, Max.." she breathes. Max flushes a deeper shade of red.

Chloe leans into Max and takes her by surprise with a hard lap of the tongue along her entrance. She trails upward and flicks at the nub protruding from the hood. A long, wanton sounds emits from the brunette and her nails scrape Chloe's scalp. Chloe gives a moan of her own at the taste of Max on her tongue. She repeats the motion a couple more times and Max's breaths turns ragged.

"Nngh, Chloeee..." Max pleads. "Don't tease..."

Chloe simply chuckles and decides to respect the younger girl's wishes. She wriggles her pointer and middle fingers into her entrance. Max gasps. She leans back against wall with a harsh thud. Her spine might ache tomorrow. She doesn't care. Chloe's fingers move within her, gliding in and out. It's worth mentioning that they haven't broken eye contact yet and it makes Chloe's heart clench in her chest. The way Max watches her through half-lidded eyes is almost too much.

y-

She begins to curl her fingers in a 'come hither' motion, forcing Max to be the one that breaks the eye contact. Her teeth clench and a sound resembling a squeak mixed with a groan escapes her. She jumps when she feels nails pinching at her knee and her eyes snap open again. Chloe's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration.

"S-sorry..." Max pants.

The punk doesn't reply, instead increasing her fingering speed. The sensation goes straight to the pit of Max's stomach and it causes her thoughts to go fuzzy and muddle together. The brunette lets out a mumbled curse that's followed closely by a raspy moan. Chloe uses the tip of her tongue to coax Max's clit out once more. She lashes at it greedily, watching Max start keel and writhe above her. Max's jaw has fallen open slightly and weighted gasps fall from it. Her fingers twitch in Chloe's hair and her hips buck once.

"F...-uck..." she swears. The tightening force in her abdomen is returning, stronger than the last. It's nagging, throbbing at her center.

Chloe takes Max's hips squeezing modestly against her head as a first sign that she was closing in on her precipice. The second sign is Max's juices starting to run down her tongue and chin and Chloe has the bright idea to trade fingers. She remove her pointer finger and slips in her ring finger, still keeping the same pace as before. Max cries out when Chloe hits a particularly sensitive spot and her knees weaken. Chloe presses against her to keep her upright as she continues to swirl her tongue around the hardened nub of her lover, writing out her full name and loving the way Max tugs at her hair needily.

I can't tell you...

Max's hips buck again and she mewls, "C-Chloe...I..." Her voice wavers noticeably and the intensified heat developed in her lower region sinks further into her core. Her walls start to clamp down on Chloe's fingers.

Chloe applies more pressure and stars explode in front of Max's eyes.

No, not yet...

A single thrust in and a silent cry breaks from deep within Max's chest. She can't keep her eyes open any longer as the sensation crashes down throughout her body. Chloe slows down in her assistance of helping Max ride it out. Max's legs give way and Chloe catches her, being forced to withdraw from Max in order to do so. She lowers Max to the floor, feeling the girl's muscles trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body is colored with light blood rush and a thin layer of perspiration coats her. Her chest rises with broken breaths. The punk bites her lip.

So beautiful...

I-

Her eyes open. She can't breathe but she feels her chest rising and falling. She takes in nothing but darkness and she ponders if her eyes are really open before blinking to confirm. Max is gone, there's no wall that she pressed her up against. She can sense a smolder growing in her lower half.

It's hot.

Chloe sits up and runs her hand along the side. Covers, sheets. A forgotten pillow. A bed. She's in bed.

What the fuck, Price?

She runs a hand up her sweat-covered forehead into her hair and ruffles it slightly. Her other hand hits something and jerks back. Slowly, she turns to look. A figure, a body, curled up under the covers. Even in the darkness of her room, Chloe can make out the mass of hair splayed out on the second pillow.

Max.

Max is in her bed. Of course. She spent the night.

Chloe tosses the covers back from her legs, but the cool air does nothing to soothe the ache between them. She pulls her knees up to her chest and locks her arms around them. She drops her forehead onto her knees.

You just had a fleshed out sex dream about your best friend.

The punk can't comprehend it.

A soft murmur and Chloe feels Max turn over in the bed, facing her. Chloe doesn't look. She can't. Another mumble and Max's hand is searching the bed. Is she looking for Chloe? Chloe picks her head up and lays back down, facing Max. Max's hand finds the fabric of her shirt (Did she just sigh?) and her fingers tighten slightly.

Chloe's heart skips but she doesn't dare move a muscle. Slowly, carefully, she lifts a hand to Max and tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Max takes a sharp breath and Chloe freezes.

I love you.

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Okay, that's all I have for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed and join me again in the next chapter! Also, the thoughts slowly transition from Max's to Chloe's. I'm sure you can tell where.

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