morphoricâ :
  ITâS DIFFICULT TO HOLD IN her laughter as she watches emotions flicker across maxâs face, gaze averting to signal her own embarrassment in spite of being the one to initiate this game. it isnât that she thinks max is being funny, but downright adorable. she doesnât want to ruin the atmosphere though, so she bites her lip to stifle herself.
 as it turns out, she doesnât have to worry about laughing for long. whether maxâs confidence is feigned or not matters little when she gets closer, standing on her tiptoes to reach her height. thereâs no ignoring the blush on her cheeks anymore, eyes falling to her girlfriends lips before quickly averting. she only snaps out of it when max speaks up again, lids blinking slowly as she processes what sheâs said. itâs her turn to be embarrassed, realizing her earlier attempt at looking cool && nonchalant had about this had completely failed.
   â uhhhh â yeah, totally ! âcourse i knew that, max, i was just.. you know⌠waiting to see what you were gonna do.. ? â she cringes inwardly at her lame excuse, knowing max could see right through it. it doesnât seem like she minds though, if look she gives her is any indication. she hopes she canât hear the way she gulps, throat suddenly dry as she takes her silent cue for what it is. taking the other end of the pocky between her teeth, she takes a small bite out of it, nervousness blooming in her chest as she waits for max to make the next move. Â
     itâs odd to see chloe price, her punk, usually outspoken girlfriend become flustered. her colored cheeks donât go unnoticed by the photographerâs eyes. itâs a rare state to catch her in and max is glad to be one of the few chloe allows to see . . . though, sheâs not one to talk given her own nervous demeanor and equally as red cheeks. she laughs lightly into her fist as chloe struggles with words ; yet another rarity! but itâs something that makes the moment all the more precious â even if it is just a silly game.Â
â alright, sure thing, chloe. â she teases only after hesitating, composing herself, utilizing the brief moment to boost her own confidence enough to take the next step. once the pocky is secure between chloeâs lips, max closes the distance between them, her hands taking chloeâs shoulders as she raises herself up onto her toes. her heart races though theyâve kissed before â the action will never cease to be a magical moment. then again . . . max isnât sure she ever wants it to stop being so exhilarating.
she starts by biting the end of the pocky, about the same amount chloeâs taken. but itâs not long before max takes another few bites right up until her lips meet chloeâs. hands move from shoulders to cheeks as max lets the moment linger, enjoying every moment of chloeâs warm, familiar lips against her own. her earlier nerves dissipate and it isnât long before max pulls back with a grin and giggle, finishing the stick of pocky sheâd snatched from her partner.
â and just like that â mad max takes the win! â








