You taught me how to love

Confusing situation:

Maria and Max had both made a deal that the last time they slept together would in fact be the last time, however, it was currently the next week and all the pair had done together was spend time in bed, wether it was Maria's bed or Max's

Max didn't want a relationship, she wasn't made for them, she grew up loving the idea of love and romance, but after her family died her perspective on the whole thing completely changed.

They hadn't spoken about what they were, they were just having fun, and lots of it. Max knew Maria would be the type of woman to fall in love, the type to catch feelings, and that's where they clashed, Max wasn't that type. Anytime Maria tried to make things intimate between them Max always tried to change the atmosphere.

She wasn't sure if Maria knew what she was trying to do but either way she never said anything about it. "Mhm" Maria breathed as Max made her way back up the woman's legs. The woman was fully relaxed, her head resting against her pillow as she looked down into brown eyes. "I should get going" Max pushed herself up from the bed and moved so she was sat up straight on the edge of the bed. "You know you could stay?" Maria sat up as she watched the brunette put both of her shoes on. Her mind whirling with all sorts of thoughts as she watched Max push away from her. Max shook her head, "I can't".

"Who hurt you?" Max whipped her head around when she heard that, "seriously who hurt you?" Max knew that it must be upsetting for Maria, girls like her weren't in situations like this often. Girls like Max lived for situations like this. "Maria..." she stood from the bed and put her shirt back on over her head. She could tell by her glistening eyes that she was becoming upset, Max wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't cried in years, she couldn't even deal with that let alone another persons tears.

"Hey" she leant down so she was sat back on the bed, her heart racing and her eyes focusing fully on the gorgeous woman she had managed to break. "Look, the sex is amazing, but I want more from you, I want you to stay over instead of walking home at early hours in the morning, I want you to let me be intimate with you" Max knew this would happen. Max bowed her head, her heart still pounding in her chest.

"I don't expect you to understand, but I really can't stay over" Maria turned her head slightly so she could wipe underneath her eyes. Maria was a strong independent woman and she hated it when she let someone else hurt her like this, although in this situation she could only blame herself, Max had shown no signs of wanting anything more than sex and yet Maria still slept with her, over and over. "Then I really can't do this, anymore" Maria pointed between the two and watched as Max stood back up from the bed and nodded her head in acceptance. "I understand" that was the last thing she said before leaving her bedroom.

Maria took a deep breath as she felt like her heart was going to stop beating for a minute there. Suddenly all of these thoughts came rushing through her mind as she wondered if that was the right thing to do, Max didn't owe her anything, they hardly knew each other, Maria just wasn't the type of girl to sleep with someone without wanting to get to know them more. Clearly Max didn't want that, so she did the right thing. Right?

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Max was spending yet another night at Arthur's, she had been there a lot recently, her mind a mess. It had been 2 days since Max had seen Maria, she knew the brunette was doing what was best for her, and she applauded her for it. Max hadn't slept with anyone since, so whenever she drifted off into her own world and let her mind wander she always thought about the way Maria would kiss down her toned abdomen, her nails scratching down the surface of her skin.

She was currently stood at the bar her beer in hand as she swirled the liquid around in the bottle. She was wrapped up in her own mind when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned around and was met with a blonde. She was quite small and had gorgeous curves. "Hi, Liz" she held her hand out and Max gladly reciprocated. "Maxine, but everyone calls me Max" she eyed the woman, her eyes landing on the fabric of her bra that she wasn't afraid to let show, her boobs pushed up and sat perfectly in the black lace. The woman caught on to where Max had paid her attention to and smiled.