Love Comes With A Price

Butterflies

I do not own Life Is Strange or any of its characters, I'm just massively gay for Chloe. WARNING: SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT.

      "Whoa, that's heavy..." Chloe  said, as you finished telling your story. You nodded and looked away, studying the posters and writing on her walls. You smelled tobacco, and looked over to see her staring up at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette. She exhaled  a plume of smoke, and noticed you watching her out of the corner of her eyes. 

      "My dad died in a car crash a few years ago. It's just me and my mom now, and my step- douche." She sighs, taking another drag. "I miss him..." 

      You turned on your side, looking at the bluenette not with pity, but with understanding. She turned on her side as well, the two of you mere inches apart. You felt something stir inside you, butterflies in your stomach. No, you wouldn't do this. You had just met this girl, and you had learned long ago not to trust your teenage hormones. You sat up, hugging your knees to your chest. 

      "Thank you for letting me stay here." You said, glancing around the room. The air was thick with tension, but a chill blew through to your bones. You remembered your lack of clothing, and felt your neck and cheeks heat up. You could survive tonight, you just had to squash your teenage hormones and pray for the best. 

      You smelled tobacco, and suddenly warm breath poured from soft lips hovering over your shoulder, and you shuddered at this. A warm hand with fingernails painted blue traced the freckles dotting your arms. Your breath hitched in your throat, shutting your eyes tight. "You know, you're the first person I've met who understands me in a long time..." The bluenette murmured, her lips brushing the S/T skin of your shoulder. 

    You just met this girl! What was wrong with you?! But, at the same time all you seemed to want to do was pin her to the bed and press your lips to hers with as much force as you could muster. No! Stop it! But you wanted to run your fingers through her colorful hair, trace her tattoo like she was doing to your freckles.. STOP IT! You. Just. Met. Her. You found yourself scream-thinking at yourself. 

      All thoughts were lost however when Chloe lifted her lips to your ear, her breath smoky and hot. "Y/n..." 

      Your breath halted, and before you knew what was happening, your lips smashed against the bluenette's, met with equal force. Your hands tangled in her hair, her hands caressed your sides and the smooth skin of your abdomen. You gasped as her lips trailed from your lips to your neck, firm but soft against your pulse point. 

      You bit your lip as her fingers danced on your hips, playing with the hem of your F/C panties. You groaned as her mouth traveled to the valley between your breasts, but as much as you wanted this to continue, you had to slow down. You removed your hands from where your fingers tangled in her short blue locks, and gently rested your hands on her chest as she looked up at you with big blue eyes. 

      "Chloe..." You said, or rather huffed, as you were shallow in breath from the exciting experience. You gave her a look that said it all, how much you had enjoyed her touch, but how you thought it too soon. She seemed to understand, leaning over kiss you once more, this time sweet and slow. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around her neck as a shiver of delight ran down your spine and the butterflies returned, flying freely in your stomach.

      The two of you spent the night cuddling close to each other, and you enveloped yourself in smoke and something else entirely Chloe. Stupid teenage hormones.