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It had been a perfect date, by Max's standards. Chloe had taken her out on a quiz night at a club that they both frequented. They didn't really need to participate if they didn't want to, they could have their usual drinks and sway gently with the smooth, almost quiet music playing in the background but occasionally they'd join in by shouting out answers, some were correct, some were wildly incorrect.
But it was fun and most of all they were together, that was the most important part of the whole thing. Max also got to take a few pictures of the winners of the quiz night.
The nights were still a bit cold so Max had one of her jackets on but Chloe only wore her shirt. She claimed she wasn't cold despite Max asking multiple times. As they entered their apartment Chloe, ever the suave one, took the jacket off Max's shoulders. "Let me get that off you." She aimed to be cool and hang the jacket behind her without looking but as usual the universe had other plans and it feel to the floor.
Clumsiness was a trait that both Max and Chloe shared but while Max owned it Chloe tried her damn hardest to deny it.
"What else does my cool girlfriend want to get off me?" She smirked as Chloe picked the jacket up and placed it on its designated hanging spot, right next to Chloe's. Both were decorated, some would say overly decorated, with pins and patches they had collected over the years.
"Every piece of clothes you'll allow me, Max." She let Max pull her closer by the loops of her belt, their faces inching closer, "Achoo!"
"Aaaand... there it is. Told you." Max didn't even look surprised that Chloe sneezed and had managed to bring her hand up just in time. "Come on, lets put some warmer clothes on you before you get a fever." The belt loops had betrayed the punk as she was now being pulled by them into the bedroom, but not for the fun reason she hoped for.
"Because of a little sneeze? I'm tougher than a few germs! We can still fool around." She complained all the way to the bedroom, still shedding her clothes but no sooner than that did Max give her warmer clothes.
Chloe pouted as she got re-dressed.
"Chloe, don't look at me like that. You know you'd be panicking as soon as you heard me so much as sniffle. Let's get you into bed, I'll bring you some tea just in case and we'll see how you feel tomorrow morning, okay?" The way she tucked Chloe into bed, with a kiss on her forehead made Chloe pout even more.
"This is messing with my tough, badass butch vibes. What if you rewind time to before we left and told me I need to pick up my jacket to avoid getting sick? Then you come back into this timeline and I'll already have my head between your legs."
"You are impossibly horny sometimes. And no, I'm not doing that. But let being between my legs be your motivation to not get sick in the future." Predictably it was, but even more predictably Chloe had a fever the next day. Did she complain at first? Yes she did, but she piped down real quick when she realized that Max was gonna be dotting on her the whole time.
Looks like she won something after all.