"Last night was… wow."
Max giggled as she drifted her fingers down Chloe's chest, resting her head on her shoulder. "I'm glad you thought so."
"You think this place has soundproof walls?" she asked, glancing sideways at the window overlooking the Willamette.
With a groan, Max blushed and shrugged after a few seconds. "I hope so."
"Eh… whatever, it's was our wedding night, pretty sure that gives us the pass on how loud we were." Chloe snorted as she rubbed her hand over Max's arm, nosing up into her highlighted hair.
"What time is it?" Max shuffled up over Chloe and squeaked when the biker groped her breasts. "Bad touch!"
"Oh, now it's a bad touch? Wasn't last night?" she smirked and let go, watching as her wife grabbed her phone from their nightstand and laid back down beside her.
Looking at the screen, Max sighed. "It's 9:30… ugh, we should probably go downstairs, make some sort of appearance to whoever decided to stay..."
"I have a better idea," Chloe whispered as she rolled over to the side and loomed over the brunette.
Max rolled her eyes with a giggle. "You're insatiable."
"I'm insatiable? Remind me of what you were groaning out last night." Chloe looked down at her with a smug grin. "You're the insatiable one in this relationship."
"You're not exactly helping my addiction…" Max murmured as she looked down the length of the bikers body, biting her lip.
Chloe simply stayed silent as she continued to float over her wife, still grinning wide.
"Are you just going to hover over me or are you going to do something?" Max asked with a tone of annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's what I thought," Chloe mumbled as she gently lowered herself down, soft lips starting to leave a trail across the freckled chest.
Roughly two hours later the couple had washed, dressed and made their way downstairs into their reception hall. Upon entering, they'd spotted that most of the tables from their party yesterday had been already cleared away except for a few designated for the immediate family and friends of the newlyweds.
Walking towards Joyce, Vanessa and Ryan, Chloe spotted Daisy and Ellen sitting together at a table - the shorter of the two, Daisy, leaning against the taller one with a sleepy smile.
"I think you owe me $5," Chloe mumbled as she shot them a smile and a flick of her chin as they passed. "They 100% boned."
Max simply shook her head and giggled.
"Well, well… hello there girls," Joyce sweetly spoke as she saw the two women approach and sit down. "How are you this mornin'?"
"Hella tired," Chloe smirked, "I'll let y'all guess why," she continued and looked between Joyce, Ryan and Vanessa as they themselves simply grinned and continued eating; finding the comment to be an answer enough for them.
Max blushed but rolled her eyes, quickly forking over a few things to eat onto her plate.
"So… where are the two of you off to?" Ryan asked as he washed his breakfast down with a coffee. "You never told us your honeymoon plans."
"Eh," the biker shrugged and slurped some of her coffee, "We decided to just go wherever the wind takes us, y'know?"
"That's really romantic," Vanessa said as she chewed down some food, "I'm sure there's love song about something like that somewhere."
Bursting into quiet laughter, the group continued to eat their breakfast in relative silence, occasionally breaking it up with more quiet comments, conversation and trips down memory lane.
"Alright, I think we should get going - it's a four hour ride to Seattle from here and we still have to drop Joyce off in Arcadia," Ryan spoke up once he'd finished his breakfast, gulping down the last of his coffee.
"Aww," Max dropped her head slightly but nodded. "I'll miss you guys."
"We know sweetie," Vanessa said as she walked around the table and pulled up her daughter, giving her a hug. "We'll miss you too, keep yourself safe okay? Call us whenever you get the chance too."
Chloe stood up as she shook hands with Ryan, cocking both eyebrows when he pulled her closer.
"I trust you'll keep my daughter safe?" he questioned in a murmur whilst Max started to exchange her goodbyes with Joyce.
With a firm nod and hand shake, Chloe smiled. "I'll lay down my life to do that if it comes to it."
"I know you will, you'd already nearly done it once," he replied and patted her on the back. "You keep yourself alive too however, y'hear me? No heroics; you've already outdone yourself with... you know."
"Mhm," she hummed out as they moved back and broke away.
"Come here," Vanessa said as she quickly pulled the biker into a hug. "I know that… we haven't always been eye to eye, especially with Maxine… but I'm proud of you and her both. I've come to accept that you love her and she loves you too, you're as much my daughter as she is now."
Chloe smiled as she received a squeeze from the woman. "That… means a lot to me. Thank you," she said before they too moved back.
Whilst Max was protesting Ryan's over protectiveness as they spoke, Joyce approached Chloe with a warm smile. "I'm proud of you too hon," she murmured as she did her best to stop happy tears from leaking, pulling her daughter into an embrace.
"Thanks," she whispered in reply as she hugged the slightly shorter woman. "I'm… I'm happy that everything ended up like this in the end."
"I know you are," Joyce chuckled and sniffled. "You've finally gon' and put that dangerous life behind you, I'm real happy for you and Max."
Chloe simply nodded and shut her eyes as she felt her own tears on her cheeks, bringing up a hand to wipe them away. "I'll call you s-sometime, okay? I'm sure Max will kick my ass over it until I do."
"Oh, I've no doubt about that darlin', she'll keep you straight."
"She'll keep me gay you mean," Chloe quipped and snorted.
Joyce rolled her eyes as they broke their embrace apart. "Now you go and have yourselves a fun honeymoon, y'hear?"
"Aye, aye," Chloe replied with a mock salute and a chuckle, quickly wiping away her eyes again. "Jesus, I'm not made for this sappy stuff."
Max wrapped an arm around Chloe's waist as the couple led their parents out of the hotel, down the steps and towards their parked car; the vehicle already waiting with a valet nearby.
"We'll miss both of you girls," Ryan said as he took his keys and unlocked the vehicle.
"We'll miss you all too," Max said and exchanged last minute hugs with everyone.
"You keep my daughter in line Max," Joyce said as she waggled a finger towards the biker. "God knows she was a handful bein' my daughter for years, I can only imagine what she'll be like as your wife."
Max chuckled and nodded, leaning slightly into Chloe. "I will."
With the last minute pleasantries finished, Max and Chloe watched as Ryan, Vanessa and Joyce all waved them goodbye as they drove away; the couple themselves waving them off until they'd disappeared down the road and into the hustle and bustle of Portland.
"Well… I think that was a success." Chloe stretched out her arm as she turned them around and slowly led them up the steps back to the hotel. "Now we just say our goodbyes to the girls and… we'll be off. Wow."
"Wow indeed," Max agreed as she placed her head against her shoulder. "Oh crap! I totally forgot I still have to grab all my punk gear from our room."
"Let's go do that first," her wife replied and kissed her temple as they entered the lobby. "I'm… curious."
Max rolled her eyes. "Nympho."
Miley stood impatiently in the lobby of the hotel, her posse of Valkyries standing behind her as they all waited. Checking her wrist watch for the umpteenth time, she groaned and shook her head.
"I swear those two are fucking insane," she mumbled as Ellen appeared beside her. "They've been up there three hours! How long can you fuck for? Jesus Christ!"
Ellen laughed as she placed her hand on Miley's shoulder. "Give 'em a break, Miles - it's their wedding, they can spend however long they want doing their thang."
"Yeah, I know but… shit, y'know what?" Miley suddenly smirked as she crossed her arms. "I bet it's Max."
With another loud laugh, Ellen bobbed her head. "I honestly wouldn't be surprised."
"But still! They've so much damn stamina, how can you go on for so long-"
"Speak of the devil," Ellen mumbled and knocked her fist against Miley's shoulder, gesturing to the stairs.
"Holy shit, is that Max?" Daisy asked as she walked up to the duo watching the newlyweds descend down the stairs.
Max Caulfield-Price, with her chestnut brown hair highlighted with bright red, was led down the staircase by her wife. Wearing a black Slayer tee, her wrists were covered with braces and bands as she sported a denim jacket and grey, skinny jeans ripped at the knees - finishing off her look with a pair of rather worn Chuck Taylors.
Beside her walked Chloe Caulfield-Price; not really any different than usual as wore her leather jacket, a Misfit Skull tank-top and the ripped, roughly patched jeans with suspenders loosely hanging off the sides.
"Jesus… throwback to what… 2013? 2014? 15? I don't even remember," Ellen mumbled as she looked at the couple approaching the posse. "What the actual hell."
"You guys look like you've just seen a ghost." Chloe laughed as she draped an arm across Max's shoulders once they were within vocal range. "W'sup?"
"Right, firstly… Max, you look fucking amazing," Miley pointed a finger at her and smirked. "Secondly, you guys are fucking insane - how long can you go on for?"
"Wasn't me," the punk biker threw up her hands in surrender as she gestured at her wife instead.
Max simply blushed but didn't comment.
"Okay, whatever. Let's just… forget that, yeah? Now that you're here we can finally set off," Miley smiled and turned on her heel, leading the group out of the hotel.
"Whaddya mean? I thought you guys were splitting off to head back to the clubhouse?" Chloe raised her eyebrows as they made their way down the steps to the parking lot.
Miley laughed, "Oh no, we've got a few surprises left for the two of you," she spoke with a teasing undertone, winking over her shoulder. "Now how about y'all mount up so we can head out, yeah?"
Straddling her old '97 Dyna, Chloe waited until Max wrapped her hands around her waist before she revved the v-twin to life, immediately falling into formation beside Miley at the head of the club.
"Alright, stagger it up girls!" she shouted over her shoulder and received a wave of nods in reply. "Let's ride!"
Roughly an hours ride away from Portland was when Miley had shown first indications of pulling the formation over. Gesturing with her hand to an approaching roadside overlook, the Valkyries plus their freshly minted couple pulled into the gravel inlet.
Miley held up her hand towards Chloe and Max, waving them off to the side as she parked her hog in front of everyone - watching as the rest of the Valkyries made an ad-hoc aisle with their motorcycles.
"Oh no," Chloe mumbled and dropped her head onto her forearms draped across her handlebars.
Max laughed as she realised what was about to happen, pressing a kiss to the back of Chloe's neck.
"Oi! You two! Get up here!" Ellen shouted them over as they all dismounted their bikes and crossed their arms.
"Walk up that aisle," Miley demanded with a smug smile as she stood at the head of their group, taking on the role of minister. "Do it like you would in a normal wedding."
Chloe groaned and dropped her head, watching as Max took her hand and interlocked their fingers. "You sure you want to do this?" she mumbled towards her.
"Would I be here if I didn't?" Max smiled and kissed her cheek. "Come on, let's get married again."
Hand in hand, the two of them walked up the makeshift aisle made up by the various motorcycles and their riders.
"Dun, dun dun dun!" Julie exclaimed in her best attempt at a bridal march, "Dun, dun dun dunn!"
As a few of the women laughed, Max and Chloe proceeded up the path until they came upon Miley at it's forefront.
"Now, before we proceed…" Miley held up a hand towards Ellen, watching as she reached into her saddlebag and retrieved two leather jackets. "You wear these," she continued as she caught the two in either hand.
"What…" Chloe mumbled and dropped her jaw when she took the jacket and looked it over.
Displaying the Valkyrie three-piece on the back, the bottom rocker had the usual 'ARCADIA' replaced with 'NOMAD' instead, the frontal patches reduced to nothing but 'VETERAN' and 'NOMAD'.
"Miles… you know I can't accept this. I g-gave up the club-"
"Chlobear," Max whispered as she squeezed her hand and smiled, "that's my gift to you."
Chloe processed the words in utter shock. Seconds later she crashed their lips together as she brought up both her hands to cup Max's cheeks, pulling her into the kiss desperately. "T-thank you," she whispered between the kisses, "t-thank you so much."
Max simply smiled as she wiped away her tears.
"You too, buttercup." Miley gestured to the second jacket she was holding. "This is a gift from us to you."
Giving her a quick look over, Max took it from her hands and held it out, looking over the back as she shook her head and closed her eyes.
"PROPERTY OF CHLOE CAULFIELD-PRICE" was emblazoned on a rocker above the Valkyrie colours, her frontal patches simply being 'NOMAD' and 'OLD LADY'.
"You like 'em?" Miley asked with a smile as she crossed her arms. "Originally it was Max's idea to gift you a nomad rocker, keep you in the club like you wanted but away from all the stressful shit... we kinda decided to extend that to the both of you. Besides, we couldn't resist seeing Max here with her old jacket as the both of you rode off into the sunset and whatever - poetic, right?"
Chloe swiftly took off her old, tattered, battle-worn jacket and gave it to Ellen as she held her hand out. Slipping into her brand new jacket, she let out an unsteady chuckle mixed with a sob. "J-Jesus, I can't believe this."
"You better believe it because this is happening right now sister."
Max chuckled herself as she took off her denim jacket and replaced it with her brand new leather one instead.
"Now, y'both ready?" Miley looked between the two with a raised eyebrow.
They nodded in unison as they grabbed their hands and held them out between them.
"Okay… So, we're all gathered here today to witness the outlaw marriage between these two beautiful babes we've been blessed with years ago," she smiled as a few of the women laughed. "I think y'all can agree with me when I say that without Max and Chloe this club wouldn't exist today, right?"
"Aye," was the unified reply of the biker posse.
"Whilst Max might've not been as actively involved as her soon-to-be outlawfully wedded wife, Chloe, her spirit and voice resonated through a lot of us over the years. Starting with our small parties, to our BBQ's, to our binge drinking sessions and our club runs and everything inbetween; Max was always there, always cheering us on, constantly talking, laughing, giggling and kissing that damn piece of hot ass we know as Chloe."
Another wave of rapturous laughter rang out from the gathered group.
"Now… being an officiated officer of the most official orders you could officially think of," she chuckled, "AKA being the President of the damn club, I'm just gonna go ahead and skip the rest of the boring speech the two of you had to live through yesterday." Miley smiled as she placed her hand over theirs, gripping it tight. "Your vows - once again these'll be your simple, run-of-the-mill crap with a bitta twist to 'em."
"Okay," Chloe mumbled as she shook her head again. "You're fucking ridiculous, you know that Miles?"
"You're welcome," she replied and rolled her eyes. "Max... Do you take this here good-for-nothin' outlaw biker Chloe Price as your outlawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to stick with her through sickness, through pain, through death, through thick, through thin and through the whole host of other activities the two of you will no doubt get involved with over the rest of your lives?"
Max nodded and flashed a goofy smile at Chloe. "I do."
"Good, good! Chloe… Do you take this here, I quote, 'precious doe-eyed angel' as your outlawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to stick with her through sickness, through pain, through death, through thick, through thin and through the whole slew of other activities you're gonna get on with when you travel the states and live out your lives?"
Chloe nodded. "I do."
"Sweet!" Miley exclaimed and squeezed their hands again, reaching around with her other to retrieve something from her jeans. "Before I wed the two of you… Chloe, you read this," she said and held up a piece of paper with a smirk.
Taking the note, Chloe opened it up and scowled. "You're fucking serious?" she suddenly blurted out.
"You bet you sweet lily ass I'm serious! I'm your damn president, now you read that or this wedding is over!"
Chloe glanced at Miley and then gazed down at Max. "Right… Max, whatever I read out now, I didn't write this, okay?"
Max shrugged. "Just read it, I really don't care how bad it might be."
"HEY!" Daisy exclaimed from the makeshift aisle. "I wrote that!"
Clearing her throat, Chloe spoke, "Max Caulfield, I promise to always treat you as good as my leather, with tender care and loving, and to… to ride you as much as my Harley, giving you equal if not greater attention in the bedroom as I do my hog in the garage," she mumbled out awkwardly and immediately crushed the piece of paper in her hand, scowling at Miley. "There."
Miley's laughter was joined by the rest of the Valkyries as they looked over Chloe's rather flustered face.
Max simply shook her head and smiled, squeezing Chloe's hand to get her attention again. "It's fine," she murmured towards her.
"Alright, now without further ado... Max Caulfield and Chloe Price, by the powers vested in me by the bylaws of the Valkyrie Motorcycle Club and my rank as President of this band of misfits - I hereby pronounce you wife and wife." Miley held up both her hands and flicked her chin towards them. "Go on, make out for all us and shit."
Chloe shook her head and yelped when Max grasped her collar and pulled her in, crashing both their lips immediately to the applause, cheers and laughter of the club.
Following their second - this time impromptu - wedding, the couple spent a few minutes talking and laughing between their band of sisters before time came for the last part of their ceremony; the gifts and farewells before they set off on their however-long honeymoon to god knows where.
"Okay, so, only one or two of us got you gifts individually because we agreed that y'know… funding your entire damn wedding and giving you this little ceremony was a gift enough from all of us." Miley stood at the head of the Valkyries as they had formed a semicircle around Max and Chloe.
"That's… that's more than enough Miles," Chloe said and looked around the group. "Seriously, whoever else got us even more gifts - you've overdone yourself, we seriously, seriously appreciate everything you've done for us so far."
"Shut up and accept the gifts!" Julie exclaimed as she cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Okay, so… I believe that Julie and Hannah are actually first," Miley furrowed her eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, looking at the two women nearby. "Up you come."
Approaching them, Julie and Hannah held wide smiles the entire time.
"Right, so, our gift isn't that big," Julie began as she reached into her jacket and started to fumble around.
Hannah nodded, "It's just… something we found in one of the club albums when we were helping Miles sort stuff in the clubhouse a few weeks ago."
Bringing out a photograph, Julie handed it over with a smile. "Hell, you could even consider this a gift from all of us seeing as it's from the club archives, but y'know… there ya go."
Max took the photo and pushed her face against Chloe's shoulder as she laughed; her cheeks growing a slightly rosy colour. "I can't believe this," she murmured.
Chloe burst out in laughter herself as she looked at the photo - it was a candid shot that contained the two of them together, Max standing on top of a bed as she danced with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other whilst Chloe simply sat with her legs crossed on a chair a few feet away, watching the then red-highlighted brunette dancing with genuine interest and a playful smirk.
"How'd you get a picture of this?" Max asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Our room was locked…"
"Nada," Julie shook her head, "Your room was not locked, believe me…"
"Note to self, check doors to ensure they're locked," Chloe mumbled and nosed herself in her wife's hair. "Jesus."
"Thanks for this… seriously. This one is going into our album," the brunette spoke and neatly put the photo into her leather jacket.
Miley waved the two of them away and crossed her arms, glancing around the Valkyries with a narrowed eye. "Hmm… who was the other person?"
"That'd be me," Daisy spoke up and shuffled forward, shoving Miley away with her hips and a giggle.
Chloe looked at her as she fumbled around in her jacket.
"Okay, so… this isn't so much a gift to you as it's something for Chloe," Daisy screwed up her face and shot an apologetic smile at Max, "Sorry Max."
"It's fine," she replied in return, returning her smile twicefold.
Revealing a three bullet necklace on a black cord, Daisy showed it to the punk biker. "Right, so… this is just something I thought up of whilst thinking of what to get the two of you for a wedding present. Kinda ended up just being a Chloe sided thing but… I hope you can appreciate this too Max."
"It's a necklace," Chloe stated out the obvious. "With three bullets. Are those supposed to be meant for me or…?"
"No, you dumbass. Think."
"Eh…" Chloe racked her brain for a few moments and widened her eyes. "Ooooh. Oh. Oh shit. Wow, okay - haha - that's actually really cool."
"What does it mean?" Max asked quietly in confusion.
Chloe took the necklace and held it in her palm, reaching her other hand around to point to the individual bullets. "These are the three times I was shot. First time was a few years ago during the Portland drama, you remember that, right? Second was recently during a gunfight at the Prescott goon HQ or whatever. Third was… y'know... when Prescott shot me himself after... yeah."
Max remained silent for a brief moment and nodded. "Wow."
"Yeah," Chloe nodded in agreement, "wow Daisy. This is… really cool. Thanks, it'll definitely be a memento of the stupid shit I'd done over the years - a good reminder to keep on the legal side of shit."
Daisy smiled, "That was kinda what I was aiming for, not gonna lie," she confessed and pulled Chloe into a hug. "Keep yourself and Max here safe."
Miley smiled as she saw Daisy making her way back once they moved away from the hug. "Okay, so there's one more thing," she started and stepped towards Chloe, digging her hand around in her jacket, "this isn't from me, nor the club."
"What?" Chloe raised an eyebrow as she saw her taking out an envelope.
"This… this is from Rachel. She gave this to me after you left the shed after she confessed, remember? I… I wasn't supposed to give this to you until after you tied the knot." Miley handed over the envelope and shrugged. "I've no idea what it contains. Rachel… she said that you and Max should be the only ones to open it, said that it'd explain a lot of things to you - also reveal a lot of shit she still kept hidden even after her confession. Said that she wasn't 100% honest with you, I dunno."
Chloe looked over the envelope in her hands. "Are you s-serious?"
"Yeah," she bobbed her head and put her hands in her pockets, "I think Rachel was hiding a lot more shit that didn't see the light of day and the two of you were the only people she ever truly trusted."
"I…" Chloe drifted her fingers over the top for a few seconds before she shook her head. "I'll open this soon. Do you want me to tell you what it contains or…?"
"No," Miley shook her head and put her hands on Chloe's shoulders, "Whatever it contains... it was meant for you and Max; not me, not Ellen, not the Valkyries. You keep the contents of that between yourselves."
"O-okay," she whispered and put the envelope in her jacket. "Okay."
Giving everyone a glance, Miley sniffled and wiped away her eyes. "I… I guess this is goodbye for now, huh?" she muttered and held out her hands.
Stepping forward in unison, both Max and Chloe gave the woman a hug, swaying the three of them gently as they all smiled.
"I'll miss you guys," Miley confessed and dropped her hands into her jeans. "Call me, yeah? I wanna hear what you two idiots get up to during your honeymoon."
"We will," Max promised for the two of them.
Chloe looked towards Ellen and gestured her over, barrelling into her to give her a hug of her own. "I'll miss you El," she mumbled and patted her back. "You keep Daisy safe or I'll come down on your ass."
Ellen chuckled and nodded. "I'll keep her safe."
Daisy followed up with her own embrace whilst Max hugged it out with Ellen. "Stay alive, don't get shot - I won't be there to patch you up for the fourth time."
"I'll try my best," Chloe replied and chuckled.
Quietly skulking forward, Brooklyn timidly held her hands together as she looked at Chloe. "Hey. Uhm… I'm gonna miss you. I… I know I was a-always shy and n-nervous and-"
"Brooklyn," she interrupted and pulled her into a hug. "I'm going to miss you. Don't ever sell yourself short, okay? You ran the club businesses even though you never thought you were important." Chloe sighed as she squeezed her. "Me and Rachel would be hella lost in the books if not for your huge brain, y'know that? You're a fucking genius, nothing short of it - keep Miles and Ellen on the straight and narrow, yeah? If they fuck up, you call me and I'll sort them out."
Brooklyn let out a sniffle and nodded against Chloe's shoulder. "O-okay," she whispered.
Moving closer to her ear, Chloe murmured, "I know you've got a crush on both Daisy and Ellen - do something about it."
With her eyes wide, Brooklyn nearly jumped back a foot from Chloe. "W-what?"
"Trust me sister," Chloe winked, "you might be surprised, don't be afraid to tell them."
Gulping, she thought about it for a moment and quickly hugged Chloe again. "Thank you," she mumbled and moved back with a warm, trembling smile.
"Jules, Hannah…" Chloe smiled at the two Valkyries as they approached and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'll miss you two freaks."
"We're gonna miss you too asshole," Julie retorted and laughed, patting her hand over the punk's back. "Keep the both of you safe and have a great time for all of us, okay?"
"I'll do my best." Chloe exchanged quick individual hugs with the two of them before wiping away her eyes. "Oh Jesus, I'm bawlin'."
As Max snaked her arm around Chloe's waist once she was also done with her goodbyes, she wiped her nose and buried her face in Chloe's shoulder - sniffling once before leading the two of them a few feet away.
"We're gonna miss you two," Miley repeated as she put her hands on her hips. "Now don't let us keep you away from your honeymoon any longer, off you go," she waved them off, "Shoo!"
Laughing, the two of them mounted Chloe's old bike as they prepped. "You ready?" Chloe asked over her shoulder.
Responding with a quick kiss, Max nodded, "Yeah, let's rock this boat," she whispered.
Revving the v-twin loudly, the two of them waved off their sisters for the last time before pulling out of the gravel overlook and spraying dust, stone and grains everywhere at the ferocity of which they did so.
"WE'RE GONNA MISS YOU!" was the last thing either of them heard before they'd got too far.
Three hours later they had pulled into a similar overlook in southern Oregon, standing together near the barrier which kept them from falling down the jagged cliffs into the rocky ocean shore far below.
"Do you want to read it?" Max asked as she looked at the letter Chloe was holding.
She shrugged, "I… I don't know. What do you think?" she asked and gave her wife a sideways glance.
"Chloe, Rachel was your best friend first and foremost - it's your say, not mine."
Looking at the letter, Chloe sighed. "Rach… was troubled. I've no doubt that whatever this contains is going to make me cry both tears of pain and joy... it will also no doubt make me distrust her somehow. I… I don't want to ruin my memory of her."
"Baby, it could be important…"
"It could be," she nodded, "but it could also simply be her best wishes for us considering she wanted Miles to give this to us after our wedding. I… I'd like to leave it at that."
"Your call," Max whispered and kissed her cheek.
"Whatever secret she wanted to share with us," she began and took out her zippo, flicking it to life, "she took it to the grave."
The two of them watched as the letter caught fire; small at first, the orange glow revealed some writing that neither of them bothered to read before it began to consume the paper.
"Bye Rachel," Chloe whispered and threw the burning letter down the escarpment and into the Pacific far below. "I think it's time we stop dwelling on the past, don't you think?"
"Yeah," the brunette agreed as she pressed herself against her wife, "I think it's time to do that too."
"Okay, so… first order of business: where to babe?"
Roughly a week later they'd stopped at a gas station on the I40 in Arizona, just outside of a small place called Ash Fork.
"Want something to drink?" Chloe asked as she peered over the contents of the fridge. "Coke?"
"Yeah," Max nodded and adjusted her aviators slightly, looking down the aisle towards the cash register. "Give it here, I'll pay real quick."
"Sure," she said and handed the ice-cool bottle over to her wife, proceeding in the opposite direction as she looked for something to snack on.
When we pretend that we're dead...
Chloe bobbed her head along as the heavy riffs of L7's - Pretend We're Dead played out of the shitty speakers of the service station. Rifling through some different flavours of potato chips, she sighed when she couldn't see anything she liked.
When we pretend that we're dead...
Out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a blur passing the service station along the mostly abandoned I40 strip, making note of the familiar hum of v-twin engines working in unison; roaring loudly as they made their way down their road.
They can't hear a word we've said...
Gazing at the two bikers as they passed the station, her heart skipped a beat as her hand dropped from the shelf.
When we pretend that we're dead...
Chloe rushed outside of the service station as her eyes were trained on the pair riding away, already finding them a considerable distance away and fading faster on the sun scorched horizon.
"Chloe?" Max called out as she made her way out of the service station with her coke. "What's up?"
Giving it a few seconds of thought, Chloe shook her head and wrapped her arm around Max. "I... I don't know. It's nothing, just think the heat is making me see things, that's all."
"Here," the brunette said and held out her bottle, "take a drink, it is kinda feverish out here."
Chloe kept her eyes trained on the specks in the distance as they'd crossed the horizon and went out of view. "Mhm," she hummed and took the bottle, taking a sip. "Hey, do you mind if we swing back and take the I10 instead? I'm not feeling this road."
"Of course," she murmured and kissed her cheek.
"Max, did I ever tell you I love you?" Chloe grinned and looked beside her, immediately pressing a kiss to her freckled nose holding her faded aviators. "You look hella cute, by the way."
"That's only the millionth time you told me that."
Leaning down to firmly kiss her on the lips instead, Chloe smirked when they broke away. "Here's to a million more."
We come to the end. Hopefully y'all enjoyed!
The ending is open to interpretation, read into it as you wish.
There is a prequel in the works, one that will explore how Max+Chloe met, how they fell in love, how Max had changed due to Chloe and vice-versa. Most importantly the prequel will explore the characters of Lonnie and Sasha, including how the Valkyries came to be.