Daisies || Max Mayfield

58: Delivery

"Hey," Max muttered, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Hey." I sat next to her, fiddling with my thumbs.

"That was awkward."

"Yeah." I nodded.

She nodded as well, glancing at me. "Do you wanna keep making out?"

"Yes."

Max groaned, her hands holding my waist. I had my hands on her shoulders, straddling her stomach. 

Her head was tilted up as I kissed her neck, her soft panting sounding in my ears. I grinned against her neck, sucking a spot just below her jaw. She giggled lightly, hands moving up my waist, bunching my shirt around her hands.

I pulled away, breathing heavily. "What are you doing?"

"Shit sorry." She dropped her hands. "I'll stop."

I paused, glancing at her hands. Checking the door again, I made sure it was locked. "No."

"No?"

"Keep going," I said.

Her eyes widened, a smile appearing on her face. She sat up, wrapping one arm around me as she pulled me back down to meet her lips. I smiled against her mouth, shocks running up my sides from her hands. 

She slowly moved them up, cold against my skin. My shirt was bunched around her wrists, lifting just enough to uncover my back. I shivered against the chilled air, immediately forgetting about it as her fingers reached higher. 

The butterflies returned as we kept our lips locked. Her hands reached just below my chest, and she stopped. 

I pulled away, biting her lip ever so slightly as I sat back up. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No-" She paused. "I've never made out with a girl before. I don't know what to do."

"Oh. Yeah." I nodded. "Me neither."

She laughed softly, pulling me back closer. 

"Want me to go first?" I asked, giggling.

She copied the laughing, holding my waist. "If you want to."

I smiled, glancing at her. "You're wearing a dress."

"So?" She muttered, motioning to my shirt. "This is basically as big as mine."

"How am I supposed to-" I frowned, trying to figure out how to word what I was thinking. "It's not the same."

She rolled her eyes. "Daisy I can take it off."

"No!" Steve shouted.

I froze.

"You're done!" He continued. "I can hear you from the living room. Stop it!"

I glanced at Max and burst out laughing. She grinned, giggling under me.

"I'm serious!" He added. "Stop! Max, you're sleeping on the couch!"

She groaned, and I climbed off her. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, face dark red in the light.

I snickered, covering my mouth as I unlocked the door.

Steve was glaring at us when we entered. 

I waved.

Max covered her face with the blanket.

"Daisy." He began. "I specifically told you not to hook up while I'm home. It has been one hour. Please respect my rules."

"We were not hooking up."