A/N: Um. So. Yeah. Blame bechloe88,emilyjunklegacy, brittany-snodes, and one anon. And sure, why not blame my inability to ignore a crackship too while you're at it, as well as a need to please insane people who scream at me in my ask.
100% crack.
The first time it happens, it's Thirsty Tuesday at the Treble house – or Triple Treble night, as Bumper insists on calling it – and Stacie decides that spin the bottle is something that has to be played. Immediately. Aubrey pitches a fit because "fraternizing with the enemy!"
but Chloe takes her by the hand and flashes her biggest, brightest bambi eyes. And Aubrey is just as susceptible to them as everyone else, but because she's imbibed more than one glass of cheap chardonnay, Chloe's manipulations are extra affective and she actually giggles when Chloe tugs her over to where the motley crew of a cappella starlets are forming a circle on the floor. Everyone has a drink in their hand and they're all wearing various expressions that range from dubious – Beca – to excited – Stacie.
"I assume everyone knows the rules." Bumper steeples his fingers, tapping the tips together like a bond villain while twisting his lips into a sickly smirk.
"You spin the bottle and have to kiss whoever it lands on." Beca comments dryly from her place squished between Chloe and Cynthia Rose. "It's not rocket science. Literally children know how to play this." Across from her, Jesse grins, but Bumper is wagging a finger at her.
"Ah, but that's not all." Beca doesn't seem to be the only one confused by this, Chloe notes, and except for herself, Stacie, Fat Amy and Bumper, the rest of them look surprised by this revelation. "Should you decline kissing the person that your spin lands on, you have to accept a dare instead. Or ten whacks with the Treble paddle."
"What?" Beca barks, twisting her head from left to right, like she's looking for sanity. "No. What? I didn't agree to this." She glances at Chloe who offers a shrug and a sympathetic wrinkle of her nose.
"Sorry, I thought you knew."
"Well, I didn't." With that, and a hand pressed against Chloe's shoulder for leverage, Beca gets to her feet. "So I'm just gonna..." she gestures vaguely with her hand, in the general direction of 'away', and leaves the circle, sipping at the cherry-red liquid in the bottom of her cup.
"Beca! Don't be such a spoil sport!" Chloe calls after her, pouting something fierce.
"Stop being so desperate to kiss me!" Beca yells back and Chloe rolls her eyes with a smile and a sigh. Maybe next time.
"Who goes first?" Jessica pipes up, startling the majority of the Trebles because they were sort of under the impression that she and Ashley were both mute. Bumper eyes her up and down before apparently deciding something and nudging the empty beer bottle towards her.
"Why, the ladies, of course." Chloe thinks he's probably going for sexy but his lips are too wet and it's throwing the whole effect off. Jessica tries to politely hide her grimace, then gives the bottle one hard spin. They all watch it circle, around and around until it slows to a stop, neck pointed towards Donald. There's the expected whooping and hollering, and Chloe notices a thinly veiled glare thrown from Lilly's direction, then with a final nudge from Jesse, Donald is leaning into the circle to meet Jessica halfway. It doesn't last very long though and they're both heckled with jeers and boos when they sit back down. "No. No. Poor show, dog. That is not Treble calibre, okay?" Bumper's lifting a hand to where said calibre should be and shaking his head disapprovingly in Donald's direction, who disregards him with a hard exhale and a flutter of his lips.
Then it's Donald's turn to spin and when the bottle stops at Bumper's feet, the dark-skinned man cocks an eyebrow at him.
"You gonna show me all about that calibre now, dog?" He draws the last word out and Bumper's face loses most of its colour. He lifts his hand, waving it in front of his throat and pressing his fingertips to his Adam's apple.
"Actually, I think I might be coming down with a mild case of strep throat? So, you probably don't-"
"Uh, excuse me, meat-flaps," Chloe swivels her head to watch Fat Amy sizing Bumper up, "but if you're not going to be kissing the Indian Prince over here," she jerks a thumb towards Donald, who sits quietly and allows his expression to reveal nothing, "then just an FYI, but you're going to be taking a lap around the block with all your goodies on show." If possible, Bumper pales even further.
There's sputtering, arguing, and Amy almost throws her scrunchie at him, but finally Bumper relents and they're all forced to watch as he allows Donald to bestow the most chaste of all kisses against his lips. He makes a show of spiting and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You guys are pathetic." This from Stacie, who's looking more bored than Chloe has ever seen her and reaches out to grab the bottle before anyone can stop her. "Why don't I show you how the big boys play?" With a nimble twist of her wrist, she sends the bottle spinning. Chloe doesn't watch it this time, instead she focuses on the people around her. Every one of the Trebles, minus maybe Jesse, are tense with anticipation. Practically ready to blow their load at just thechance of Fate picking them. Cynthia Rose looks like she might be in a similar position. So, when Aubrey elbows her in the ribs, Chloe blinks at her in confusion.
"Um..." her best friend trails off, looking down, and Chloe follows her gaze. Only to find the bottleneck pointing right at her.
"Oooh." Across from her, Stacie is bouncing on her knees, grinning slyly. "I've never had a redhead before." Chloe laughs, because honestly, she finds that a little hard to believe. But then the younger woman is pitching forward and crawling towards her on her hands and knees, and Chloe's laughter dries up. Because Stacie's eyes are smouldering and her hair is swaying in loose waves as she inches forward, breasts almost spilling out over the top of the corset-like shirt she's wearing. Stacie is the kind of sexy that should be illegal and Chloe hasn't had it directed at her quite this fiercely before. After all, she's usually the one doing the crawling in these types of situations. She's usually the one making the moves. "What d'you say, Red?" Stacie whispers, stopping just shy of bumping Chloe's crossed legs with her knees. "Wanna give them a show?" Chloe has to tilt her head up to look at her and it's strange, to be in this position for a change, but who's to say that they can't both make their moves?
"I think..." Chloe reaches up, twirling Stacie's hair around a finger before bringing her hand to the back of her fellow Bella's neck, "I'd enjoy that." And Chloe feels her insides jump at the way Stacie's eyelids flutter when her hand clenches, holding tight. Then the brunette is closing the distance between them.
"I can guarantee that you will." Chloe thinks she hears a collective gasp, she's pretty certain Bumper shrieks, but her attention is quickly steered away from their audience.
The kiss starts out slow, but there's nothing tentative about it. Stacie's all sure and firm pressure, her lips melding against Chloe's with unwavering ease. Her tongue slides against the seam of Chloe's mouth, slipping inside and sending ripples of electricity sparking through Chloe's bloodstream. Stacie kisses like she dances; to her own beat, to her own rhythm, and with as much sexuality as can be contained without someone spontaneously combusting. Stacie's palm cups her cheek and Chloe finally remembers that she's capable of kissing back. The sound that leaves Stacie when she does is not one made for public ears. It pulls a thread of arousal through Chloe, burning and unexpected, and she weaves her fingers through dark hair, holding her in place.
Hot puffs of air wash over her face and Stacie tugs at Chloe's lower lip before sucking it into her mouth and kissing her again. Harder, more urgently. There's a symphony of fire and ice racing through Chloe's body, colliding here and there, conjuring up electrical storms, and when she feels a hand tugging at her elbow she almost swings for the person.
"Chloe!" Until she hears Aubrey's voice. She jerks back out of the kiss and blinks, dazedly. "Chloe?" It takes a few seconds for her to remember how to turn her head but when she does, she finds her best friend frowning at her. "You're going to give half of the people in here heart attacks if you keep going." Chloe sends her gaze around the room and sure enough, she and Stacie are being regarded with their share of wide eyes and slack jaws, even jealousy. Cynthia Rose looks positively green.
"Whoops?" Chloe mumbles after a few seconds, curving her lips into a sheepish smile.
"Um," Bumper stretches out the last letter, clapping his hands together and shaking his head like he's trying to dispel cobwebs, "that was awesome." Chloe rolls her eyes and Stacie catches them on the down roll.
"Yeah it was." She's smirking, cockily, at Chloe and the redhead can't help but return it, isn't sure why she wouldn't want to. She accepts the parting peck that Stacie gives her before shuffling back to her spot with a chuckle. Because yeah, it was. She sort of feels like she just got kissed stupid.
"Okay!" Aubrey's pitch is high, nervous, and Chloe glances sidelong at her. "Who's next?" And when Stacie reaches out and spins the bottle for a second time, Aubrey's the only one who protests.
Which somehow makes it even better when the bottle lands on her.
Stacie's smirk is positively predatory.
Every drop of colour drains from Aubrey's face.
"Looks like it's my lucky night." Chloe bites the inside of her lip, watching as Stacie crawls forward again and winds her fingers into the front of a stunned Aubrey's blouse. The blonde lets out a squeak of protest and Stacie lifts both eyebrows. Chloe's close enough to hear her whisper, "It's this or like, a naked lap in the pool so...", close enough to feel the air shift as Stacie shrugs, "just stay loose and enjoy the ride." She's close enough to hear Aubrey's sharp exhale when Stacie claims her lips. And she feels like a bit of a guy, because she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from the two of them.
Warmth spreads through her once more as she sees Stacie tilt her head just so and hears the barely audible sound that leaves Aubrey as the brunette deepens the kiss. Chloe's eyes flit down to where her best friend's hand is shifting without thought towards Stacie's hip, gripping lightly at the bone and her face flushes hot as she watches fingers clench. Then Stacie's pulling back, leaving Aubrey to gape and gasp in a way that she'll later vehemently deny, and Bumper leads the rest of them in a raucous round of applause. Not everyone joins in, but Stacie doesn't seem to notice. She catches Chloe's eye and flashes her a wink. The redhead shakes her head with a laugh and casts a curious glance to her side.
"You okay?" She gives Aubrey's shoulder a poke and the other woman almost jumps out of her skin. Chloe shouldn't laugh but a giggle escapes anyway and just like that, Aubrey's no-none sense mask is back in place.
"Yes." She snaps and Chloe has to purse her lips to hold back any further giggles. "I'm fine. God."