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Sex is like photography.
At least, that's how Max sees it.
It had been years since Chloe first helped an awkward and inexperienced Max get through one of the best nights of their lives, but now? Max has it down to a T.
With photography, Max knows the ins and outs of her craft to a damn near perfect degree (no matter how much Max would disagree despite Chloe's insistence otherwise). She knows exactly how to frame the perfect shot, time it to perfection, knowing how to get the optimal lighting.
With sex? Max admits that it took her a while to learn, but eventually she got to a point that she could make Chloe melt with even the gentlest of touch.
A slow finger or even a hand tracing up her wife's toned thigh. Slow, deliberate kisses that extend from Chloe's shoulder to her neck, down to her chest and up to her jaw. Each kiss almost searing into Chloe's skin, letting her know exactly where Max has placed her soft and supple lips.
The kisses become even hotter when they start to move below Chloe's chest. They always trail down her body, making sure to pay extra attention to each defined ab. It always makes Chloe mew and groan with need without fail, and the sound is angelic in Max's ears.
When those kisses continue, they always get so slow that it makes Chloe think that Max has decided to stop, but that's when Max captures the golden moment.
Each kiss is followed up with a small flick of her tongue as she moves below Chloe's abdomen. She moves past Chloe's neatly trimmed pubic hair (a choice of which Max was very happy with when she first saw it. It was made even better when Chloe decided to dye the hair to match her head, currently turquoise).
Max always thought that the best noise in her life was the sound of a polaroid being spit out of her camera after taking an amazing shot. However, that quickly became second after hearing the sound that escapes Chloe's quivering lips as Max slowly runs her tongue over the nub that teases Max's eyes.
If you had to ask Max when she knew how and when to take the best photo, she'd always tell you it's when you feel it in your heart.
When it comes to choosing the best time to please your partner? Max would tell you that it's when you hear a particular noise. It's not a moan, not a squeal, not a squeak. It's one particular noise that's almost like a dog whistle, but for lovers. It varies for every partner, but once you hear it, you can't unhear it, and Max knows Chloe's noise very well.
The feeling of Chloe's hand in her hair, gripping as much of the chestnut hair as possible as Max begins to use her tongue like she's trying to turn a candy cane into a shiv.
Apart from Chloe's particular noise, Max loves the sound of every other noise that leaves Chloe's body. The moans that would make a nun faint. The breathy swears that aren't directed or filled with intent, instead they're just vessels for pleasure in the form of words.
One thing that Max would never admit to anyone (that isn't Chloe) is that she loves the taste of the beads of her own sweat that rest above her lip when she's focusing on getting the perfect shot. Her tongue darts out on its own to swipe it away. In a weird way, it helps her to focus. It's like when a predator licks their lips before snapping at their prey. That's what Max feels like when she takes a picture of whatever has captured her eye.
It's also how she feels when she tastes the sweat on Chloe's skin as the taller woman pants whilst Max's eyes narrow. She's found her prey, and she won't let go until Chloe has completely come undone.
The one thing in common about learning how to use a new camera and learning how your partners body works? It doesn't take much work to get the result you're looking for.
With a camera? It's simple enough. You press the right buttons and boom, you get a picture. With your partner? It's similar. You push the right buttons and boom, you get what you're after.
In this case, Max was after Chloe's juices dripping from her chin. Chloe's thighs trapping Max's head between them as the sounds of total pleasure erupt from the desperation that was there just moments before.
If you had told Max years ago that she'd enjoy the taste of her partners pleasure? She'd just shake her head, blush and try to completely avoid the topic. As for the Max of now? The Max that has been married for a few years? She wouldn't exactly sing it from the rooftops, but internally? Max can't help but enjoy each time she gets to taste the sweet nectar from the punk. Chloe does tease her for it, but Max doesn't mind it, and every time she sees the afterglow on Chloe's face? She knows that Chloe damn well doesn't mind.
After using her tongue to clean Chloe up (totally not because Max wouldn't mind a second round), she feels herself being pulled up to Chloe's chest. Long arms wrapping her sweat slickened body, holding Max close, the hug tight as if Chloe is worried that Max would disappear.
If you asked Max? She'd tell you that aftercare is the most important part of sex. Anyone can be good at sex, but being good at aftercare is a skill that requires multiple other skills.
Luckily for Max, Chloe's needs are easy to follow. No matter how slow or intense their coupling is, Chloe only needs one thing. Touch.
Chloe is a very touchy person. Max couldn't even count how many times Chloe would touch her in a day. Her hands resting on Max's shoulder. Her hands resting on Max's waist. Even the quick rubs, hand holding, loving and playful jabs to Max's shoulder after a horrible pun. Hugs, kisses, cuddling, nuzzling, any sort of gentle physical contact is Chloe's love language, and Max is more than happy to indulge in it.
Max lays there, her heart full and her face showing the goofy grin that she always teases Chloe for having. She knows Chloe won't let Max fall asleep without giving her some pleasure back, but Max doesn't care about that right now. She's just happy to be in this moment. The perfect moment in time.
As Chloe's soft breaths graze against Max's bare chest, she hears the click of a camera and the sound of a polaroid printing. Chloe can't help but laugh as she looks at Max.
"I know I said I didn't mind when you take pictures after sex, but I didn't realise you were gonna start a whole photo album. Is my afterglow just that irresistible?"
Max chuckles as Chloe's teasing as she shows Chloe the polaroid. "I told you. I love seeing you like this. Plus, it's only for us. It's one of the purest forms of love, and it's above chest level, so even if anyone did see it, they're not getting any free looks."
"Oh, so you'd make them pay to see the full thing? Smart business decision, Maximum Flash. Suppose if money was tight..."
"Chloe, no." Max says, not in a stern way, more of a gentle chastising.
"Don't worry. No one else is ever getting to see this amazing view." Chloe says as she stares directly at Max's breasts. She then looks up at Max's eyes. "Do you mind? Me and the girls are having a private conversation here."
Max snorts, jokingly pushing Chloe away. "You're such a dork."
"And you're a pervert." Chloe retorts, flashing her signature grin that signals the start of their game.
"Grime monkey."
"Photo junkie."
"Ink fiend."
"Film feeler."
"Dye brain."
"Mom jeans."
Max squints a bit, not wanting to back down. She's determined to finally beat Chloe. (She also wants to make Chloe take back the 'mom jeans' comment because Max definitely doesn't wear mom jeans.)
Max decides to pull out the one she's been cooking up for a while, hoping it'll be her silver bullet.
"Proto-hipster."
Chloe gasps dramatically, placing a hand against her bare chest. "You take that back."
Max gets a bit bolder, getting on top of Chloe, placing her hands on both sides of Chloe's head. "Proto. Hipster." Max says, quickly booping Chloe's nose.
In the blink of an eye, Chloe has the situation completely flipped, and now Max is the one underneath. The tip of Chloe's nose just barely presses against Max's.
"You take that back." Chloe says in a low, sultry voice that somehow also leans on threatening.
"Make me, proto-hips-." Max's words are cut off as Chloe steals her lips with her own, making Max giggle in the kiss like the love-drunk fool that she is.
The kiss lasts for a few more passionate moments before Chloe pulls back, her forehead gently pressing against Max's. "So, you ready for round two? Or do you need a minute to recuperate from the mind-blowing kiss I just gave you?"
“Well, Mrs Price-Caulfield, I think you better put that mouth to better use before I decide to go and take an early shower."
Chloe chuckles. "You drive a hard bargain, Mrs Price-Caulfield, but I think I can follow those instructions."
With those words, Max feels Chloe's lips trailing down her body much like she did to Chloe earlier. It was Max's turn to be teased and pleased, but she wasn't going to argue one bit.
As Max's world begins to go blank as the pleasure starts to take over her body, Max has one last coherent thought before it all turns to pleasure-filled rambling.
Sex really is like photography. For Max? It's always perfect when Chloe is involved, and that? That's never going to change.