"Ooh, bossy," Chloe marvels with a snort. She catches the pillow with both arms and little effort -- its lazy arc would've led it to maybe pat her stomach at worst, anyway. Max's soft baby arms can't land a throw for shit.
Walking over to the bed, Chloe leans over her girlfriend, and drops the pillow onto her face directly from above. Then she offers her arms out to her. "C'mon, sit up, hippie. We're not gonna project it on the ceiling."
With that, Chloe turns back towards her drawer. "Lemme change real quick too, and then we'll watch."
If Max isn't going to make a big deal out of changing, Chloe sure isn't gonna, either. But she does keep her back turned to Max, just for decency's sake. Not that she thinks Max will be watching... though that's not a notion she dislikes one bit.
Anyway, her clothes are dumped in a heap on the closet floor, and Chloe throws on some cotton shorts and a faded cartoon T-shirt (it's that hot dog dude, she and Max loved him when they were like ten) before retrieving her burnt copy of Spirits Within from the dusty depths of her DVD collection. She pops it in the old DVD player above her tube TV, which whirrs in dissatisfaction at being roused from its slumber, but ultimately complies. "Good boy," Chloe mouths.
The remote is set down on the bed beside Max, Chloe ignoring her natural urge to throw it this time, because Max has a tendency to catch things with her face and a remote would hurt pretty bad. Then she hops down onto the mattress herself, and without so much as a moment's notice, hoists Max bodily onto her lap.
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Walking over to the bed, Chloe leans over her girlfriend, and drops the pillow onto her face directly from above. Then she offers her arms out to her. "C'mon, sit up, hippie. We're not gonna project it on the ceiling."
With that, Chloe turns back towards her drawer. "Lemme change real quick too, and then we'll watch."
If Max isn't going to make a big deal out of changing, Chloe sure isn't gonna, either. But she does keep her back turned to Max, just for decency's sake. Not that she thinks Max will be watching... though that's not a notion she dislikes one bit.
Anyway, her clothes are dumped in a heap on the closet floor, and Chloe throws on some cotton shorts and a faded cartoon T-shirt (it's that hot dog dude, she and Max loved him when they were like ten) before retrieving her burnt copy of Spirits Within from the dusty depths of her DVD collection. She pops it in the old DVD player above her tube TV, which whirrs in dissatisfaction at being roused from its slumber, but ultimately complies. "Good boy," Chloe mouths.
The remote is set down on the bed beside Max, Chloe ignoring her natural urge to throw it this time, because Max has a tendency to catch things with her face and a remote would hurt pretty bad. Then she hops down onto the mattress herself, and without so much as a moment's notice, hoists Max bodily onto her lap.