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Chloe and Max have been married for years, and it took a good while, but both of them ended up shifting into their roles. Max is the photographer extraordinaire, managing to keep her dorky, hipster ways while becoming one of the bright young prospects in photography.
And Chloe? Well, Chloe is the master of making machines come to life. She has become the fucking King, Queen, Emperor, whatever title you want to use, of reviving the previously thought dead hunks of metal. Fixing the unfixable. Reviving the rusted. Healing the halted. She has become the Kahuna of Steel.
Okay, in less dramatic terms? She's a mechanic. But not just any grease jockey. Chloe is the best damn mechanic that's ever graced the Chassis Coalition.
That's not even Chloe just hyping herself up. The proof is in the raise and the title of Premier Technician. The money got a boost, most of the requests would be with fancier cars (but there's no chance in hell she'd ever give up working on some rust bucket that reminded her of Ol' Betsy), and the best part of all? She even got new overalls.
Alright, it might not seem the most glamorous, but to Chloe? This was the best goddamn day of work in a while.
Now? Chloe was jamming out in her car, driving the last few minutes until she arrived back at her and Max's home. It still made Chloe feeling like a nervous fool whenever she thought about how she and Max had their own home, but by God, they did.
After parking in the garage and thrashing to the latest Pisshead song (which wasn't as good as their earlier stuff, but Chloe was glad Skip came back to the band after getting out of rehab.) Chloe finally gets out of the car, secretly and silently thanking her baby for being a smooth ride before heading inside.
"Maximus Prime! I'm hoooooooome!"
"I'm in the kitchen!" Max calls back, and while Chloe immediately feels warm inside at the thought of Max making dinner for the two of them, there's just one issue.
Max isn't a great cook.
Chloe heads to the kitchen, silently praying her beautiful, amazing, talented wife hasn't managed to burn the bottom of another pot. Luckily for her, after entering the kitchen, Chloe is pleasantly surprised as Max is standing there after placing down two plates of a pasta dish on the dining table that makes Chloe immediately start to drool.
"Max? Did you..."
"Make dinner for the two of us without burning down the kitchen in the process? I might have." Max says with a twinkle in her eye, and it just makes Chloe love her nerdy wife even more. She walks over, hugging Max like she would disappear if Chloe let go.
"Babe. Have I ever told you how fucking amazing you are?" Max giggles at Chloe's words, looking up at her taller wife.
"Oh, all the time, but a girl doesn't mind hearing it even more."
Before Max could even register it, Chloe brings her in for a kiss that steals her breath away. Usually every kiss does that, but in this case, it does feel like Chloe has sucked every ounce of oxygen out of Max, in a good way of course.
After a few moments that felt like hours, Chloe finally breaks away from the kiss, a smug smirk on her face as Chloe sees how breathless she left her hipster. There's just one more thing Chloe waits for and sure enough, it comes.
"Wowzer."
You ever get an achievement in a game? Or pat on the back for a job well done? That's what that one word feels like to Chloe. As much as Chloe teases Max for her choice in words, it always makes Chloe feel giddy hearing it.
"All these years and you're still such a nerd." Chloe says, keeping Max close to her, her hands gently rubbing Max's back.
"Yeah, but I'm your nerd." Max says, smiling as she looks up into Chloe's eyes.
"Forever and always." Chloe says, kissing Max once again before the punk quickly washes her hands before sitting down at the table to start to eat.
The usual conversation happens between the married couple. They catch up on each other's day. Max tells Chloe all about her photography job, and Chloe gets sucked in from every detail. She could close her eyes and see the scenery without ever seeing a picture. It's just how Max describes everything that makes Chloe feel like she was right by Max's side.
After Max finishes catching Chloe up on her day, it's Chloe's turn to divulge her good news, but first... She has to play a little game.
"Uhh... Well... It was definitely a day." Chloe says with a sudden change in her expression and inflection in her voice. It makes Max quickly wonder what happen, and Chloe feels Max's hand on top of hers. Chloe does feel bad for making Max worried like this, but she plans to make it up to Max quite a lot later.
"What happened?" Max asks, a careful tone that let's Chloe know she has her wife hook, line and sinker.
Chloe lets out a small sigh. "Nothing much. Tyson called me into his office and let me know that I got a FUCKING PROMOTION!"
Max's eyes light up as she stands up from her chair, cheering happily as she hugs her wife. "Chloe! Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!"
Just when Chloe felt like she couldn't melt anymore, Max had to go and tell Chloe about how proud she was of her. Just those words alone felt better than any drug she ever tried, and it always makes Chloe want to cry with tears of overwhelming joy.
"Yeah, you are looking at the newest Premier Technician. I get to boss people around with an official title now. Feels pretty great, but I'm not one to brag."
Max just pulls back, looking at Chloe. "You absolutely are, and you should never change." Max kisses Chloe. "You deserve this, babe. Feel free to gloat. Call Joyce and brag like hell about it. Shout it from the rooftops if you want. Just not ours, please. I don't want to deal with the neighbours complaining about the noise again, especially after the D&D fiasco."
"Okay, it was the end of a campaign, and we deserved a huge celebration. It's not my fault Steph brought those bottles of her homemade ale." Chloe says to plead her case.
Max chuckles. "And while that's true, you didn't have to shout that you were the 'Unstoppable Queen of Fucking Nerd Shit Up!' while standing over the fire pit and howling like a wolf."
Chloe is the one left chuckling as she pulls Max closer, her lips an inch from Max's ear. "Well, I seem to remember you very much enjoying my wolf impression especially when I was clawing at your back and biting right here..."
Max lets out a soft moan as Chloe begins to nibbling at her ear. She doesn't push away one bit, but eventually Chloe pulls away, looking at Max in the eyes, Chloe's lit aflame with passion.
"You know... I think this food would be amazing reheated after we burn some calories."
"Y-you think so...?"
A Cheshire grin appears on Chloe's face, a staple in their marriage as Chloe pulls Max just a little closer, their noses now touching. "Oh, I definitely think so."
No more words are exchanged as Chloe picks Max up, carrying the smaller woman up the stairs and to the bedroom. The door is kicked open as the couple are engaged in passionate lip locking, moans muffled by the other as they reach the bed, and Max is placed down onto the soft sheets.
Before Max can say anything, Chloe closes the door and places a hand over her wife's mouth. "I want you to listen to me. Tonight, I'm the one in charge. That stuff you did last time? Oh, I'm definitely paying you back with some interest. All I need to know is one thing... Are you okay with that?"
Chloe already knows the answer. She did before they even got upstairs. Max doesn't say anything at first, choosing to nod her head, but Chloe wants a little more.
"No, no, no, baby. I want you to use your words."
Max's face reddens, and eventually Chloe hears what she wants. "Yes. I want you to be in control."
Chloe grins again, and their clothes begin to be stripped from their needy bodies.
Shirts, pants, socks and underwear gets tossed to the carpeted floor. Skin on skin, lips on lips as Max lays underneath Chloe, the taller wife's hands roaming around, feeling every inch of Max's body.
Max lets out a moan, her body reacting as Chloe's leg presses against her dripping sex, slowly moving to cause the feel good friction that Max is slowly becoming more desperate for.
Chloe is many things, and a giving lover is definitely one of those. She sees Max begin to squirm more and more, feeling her getting even wetter with just her leg doing the work for her. Chloe kisses at Max's neck and jaw, nipping away as she involuntarily growls with each peck, her own hunger coming through.
Chloe, in her maturing years, has become more task efficient, especially when it concerns Max. Sex is definitely one of the more meticulously planned out events for Chloe. She knows when and where to strike, knows how to listen for each gasping breath and breathy moan.
Chloe once compared sex to working on a car. Now, it got her laughed at by the High Seas, but honestly? That opinion has only grown stronger with time.
Immediately, Chloe starts with what's under the hood, or in this case, Max's hood. Chloe knows exactly where to start, and just with a few swift movements of her fingers, Chloe begins to work.
Like a magician, Chloe slides her fingers in and they disappear. She just really hopes that when her fingers come out, there's no rabbit following.
That hope is luckily met as all Chloe can feel is her soaked fingers, and once again, her fingers disappear back into Max like a key into a lock.
That lock in question is unlocked, and out comes the breathless moans from Max that sends thrills down Chloe's spine. Every little movement makes Max's eyes roll back a little bit more.
Back to Chloe's car metaphor. When she works on a car, she has a list to check.
The first is a visual inspection, and Chloe is constantly inspecting Max's body. She's proud to admit to literally everyone who can hear, but no matter what, Chloe loves to look at Max. It doesn't matter if Max is bundled up in clothes suitable for the apocalypse or naked as the day she popped out, Max is the one thing that Chloe can always focus on.
The second part of the list is a physical inspection, and as much as she loves to look at Max, nothing comes close to being able to touch Max. Chloe always has a hand on Max's waist, leg, shoulder, hand. It's a big proponent of Chloe's life. Her love language is touch.
Another thing Chloe is proud to admit is that she has mapped out Max's entire body with just her lips before. Once when she and Max had to spent two weeks apart, Chloe would close her eyes and be able to completely imagine Max to a incredibly specific degree. It might seem weird to some, but Chloe couldn't even give the closest thing to a flying fuck. Max is her favourite person, so why wouldn't she?
The next part of the list is finding the pinpoint. With cars, once Chloe finds the issue, she hones in on it like a hawk on some small prey. In Max's case? She's almost like a lockpick in a game. The specific point changes depending on numerous factors, but it always changes, and Chloe has always fancied herself as the master of unlocking.
Chloe slightly curls her fingers, and Max lets out a squeal. That's the pinpoint. That's Chloe's focus. She can feel her hand become coated with even more of Max's juices, and it's followed by Max's hand on her forearm.
As Max squeezes Chloe's forearm, she doesn't say anything, but at this point, they've developed a couple's telepathy. It makes Chloe smirk and tops her ego just a little more. Max is the only person who can both boost Chloe's ego and bring her back down to being humble with just noises.
Fingernails scratch down Chloe's arm, red marks appearing soon after. Teeth nipping at her neck, the flick of Max's tongue soothing the bites followed by desperate pants of warm breath. Max's right hand grabbing at Chloe's hair, bunching it up in her fist as the moans begins to crescendo.
Chloe leans in, her gentle breath grazing Max's ear. "Let it all out, Max. Be loud for me, baby."
Max's grip in Chloe's hair tightens just a little more as Max finally comes undone. The symphony plays in Chloe's ear as that smirk becomes a full on grin. She feels Max quivering around her fingers, Max's body shaking against hers.
Chloe places gentle kisses against Max's temple, carefully rubbing her wife's back with her free hand. The switch has been flipped from hornball to caring as she carefully removes her fingers from Max. Max is then laid down on the bed, her head resting on Chloe's chest as the smaller woman catches her breath.
This is the perfect time to tell you about Chloe's final part of her process when it comes to working on cars.
After the visual and physical inspection, after finding the pinpoint, and after fixing the problem, it's time to wrap up the job with some gentle touch ups.
Chloe holds Max close, her arms gently cradling her lover as Max comes down from her brief journey seeing angels. Small mumbles leave the brunette's mouth, making Chloe quietly chuckle. It's a regular sight for Chloe, but it never fails to make her feel so happy and so full of love.
Finally, Max tilts her head up to look at Chloe in the eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too, you goober." Chloe says, leaning down, and the married couple kiss.
There might be some bumps here and there, but no matter what, their journey will always continue, and with Chloe's skilled hands? That engine will keep on running.
So, yeah. Sex is like being a mechanic. It takes some skilled hands to keep that machine purring, and Max gets to reap all of those benefits.