Aubrey couldn't lie. She loved her life. More than singing and dancing and even the Bellas. She loved her life, like it was the last thing on Earth, and not loving it meant the destruction of the human race (or some other weird analogy that Aubrey was too happy and tired to think about). She couldn't help the feeling of giddiness she got whenever she saw her girls all piled in bed, having fallen asleep waiting for her flight to get in. And tonight was no different – they were all laying on the bed, with only Chloe having the strength to stay awake, sitting up with her back against the headboard, a book in her lap and a nightlight on. Her glasses were resting on her nose, giving off the nerdy look that Aubrey found very amusing.
When she walked into the room, Chloe looked up and gave her the softest and happiest smile that Aubrey had probably ever seen, patting the space on the bed beside her. On Chloe's left laid Emily, her head resting in Chloe's lap, and on the right, across the space that had been saved for their blonde wife, rested Beca and Stacie. Beca had her head resting on the part where Stacie's chest met her shoulder, facing Chloe, and her right arm was slung across Stacie's torso, gently resting across the left breast of the tall brunette.
Aubrey smiled again when she took in the sight of the two lounging together, clearly missing her presence – Stacie's left hand was laying in Aubrey's spot, clenched, as it usually held Aubrey's hand during the night. It was their preferred sleeping positions: Beca on the left-most part of the bed – if you were in Aubrey's position, looking down at the bed –, Stacie next, then Aubrey, Chloe and Emily. On occasion they mixed it up, primarily on birthdays, and the birthday girl got the center of the bed, while they re-arranged themselves according to the birthday girl's desires.
Chloe's soft voice broke her out of her reverie: "I missed you Bree." And Aubrey knew she had, knew they all had, and hated when her job took her out of town. Aubrey gave her a loose, happy smile that she had grown more used to giving in the past five years of her life, and quietly set her luggage down on the floor before slowly stripping down to her underthings. She slipped on one of Emily's sweatshirts that she had pulled out of their dresser, and then padded over to the bed.
Her legs pressed up against Emily's side of the bed, she held her hand out, and obligingly, Chloe placed a bookmark in the book – a ribbon that Stacie liked to be tied up with – then closed it, put it on Aubrey's palm. The redhead slipped her glasses off, folded the sides in and laid them on top of the book. Chloe smiled at her beautiful woman, pleased with the domesticity of the action, while said woman examined the book title and put the book and glasses onto the nightstand.
Looking up, the novelist – sometimes (read: all the time) Aubrey couldn't believe that that was what she was doing with her life; it didn't fit a single one of the two hundred and three plans she had made for herself when she was a freshman in high school – remarked, "You're finally reading Dune, babe? I remember getting that for you for your birthday three years ago." Aubrey knew that Chloe had been meaning to read it for the entirety of the three years, but it still had hurt a little when she continually saw it on the floor of Chloe's closet. Regardless, she was happy that she was finally reading the classic novel, even if she knew that her wife would have trouble with the plot. She remembered having to read it through three times to fully understand what had happened and why it was happening. It had been one of her biggest inspirations to delve into writing.
The sheepish smile Chloe let out was beyond beautiful, and it made every time Aubrey had felt unappreciated when she had looked at that book worth it, and any residual hurt washed away with Chloe's beauty.
She walked over to the bottom of the bed, in the center, and stopped, moved Stacie's hand from her spot. As she crawled up the bed, doing her best to not jostle Stacie and Beca awake, she heard the ginger excitedly murmur – if someone could murmur excitedly and quietly, it was Chloe Beale – and after a few seconds of staring at the way the nightlight and the moonlight highlighted the freckles on her wife's nose, Aubrey finally understood what Chloe had said: "Can I get some sugar?"
Chloe never ceased being an adorable, walking, talking ball of corniness.
And Aubrey loved her for it.
She finished crawling her way up the be, then, on her hands and knees, leaned over to Chloe and pressed her lips against the puckered lips her wife had waiting for her. It was heavenly. The softness of Chloe's lips, the vigor with which Chloe kissed back… Aubrey could dream about and had dreamed about it, on multiple occasions. She broke apart, however, knowing that if they continued, she'd disturb Emily's rest. When she pulled away, Chloe's bright blue eyes were staring into her green, showing her just how much she missed her in a way that couldn't be expressed with words or even actions. God, sometimes Aubrey just couldn't believe how expressive and loving Chloe's eyes were.
There was movement from Aubrey's left side, and she looked over to see Beca's hand firmly grasp Stacie's breast and Stacie's corresponding convulsion as her back arched slightly. But the two remained asleep, with only a small smile on Beca's face as a record of what happened. The blonde turned herself around and sat next to Chloe, back also against the headboard, and Chloe placed her head against Aubrey's shoulder, placing a firm, needy kiss against the skin there, slowly sticking her tongue to the skin – just to see Aubrey squirm. And she did, but only after letting out a quiet gasp.
The tired blonde perked up and admonished Chloe, pushing her off of her: "Chloe! Not while everyone is sleeping! You know what that does to me." And then Chloe grinned devilishly, confirming that she knew exactly what the press of a tongue against skin did to Aubrey.
Chloe asked, "How was your trip? I'm sorry I couldn't make it to help with the setup of the book signing. Thursday was the only day that they could deliver our new table, and I couldn't trust the rest of the girls with something this important, as much as I love them and they were all busy at the studio and we waited for you to christen the table so please don't be too mad?"
Aubrey just smiled, let her eyes do the talking, and when she registered the last comment, her ears burned red but she rubbed her thighs together at the thought. "Can I be first?"
"As if it would be anyone else. You make the best noises."
The two of them dissolved into giggles, muffled by the hands that covered their mouths before Aubrey finally responded, "You're incorrigible, Chlo. We need a swear jar, except it's for every time your mind goes into the gutter."
"I'm the bad one? Just this morning you sent all of us separate and different photos of the panties you wore to work! While you wearing them! During a meeting!" Chloe was exasperated, but the thought of those pictures made her ache for Aubrey to touch her and hold her.
The grin that came back at Chloe was mischievous but also innocent, and Chloe was having none of it. "Did you get my response?"
The blonde's smile quickly faded, a look of wonder replacing it. "I did. I'm also not sure how you got your nipples that hard. You made a padded bra look like you were wearing a wet t-shirt."
"Just be thankful I didn't have Em send a pic of her topless. I know what her piercings do to you – well to all of us, really. I never would have expected her to get them. She just seems so innocent and unsure all the time ya know?" Chloe questioned.
"Oh Chlo-baby, I know. And my eyes are currently picturing her right now. And now I'm about five seconds away from waking her up and making out with her on your lap," Aubrey flirted back. Chloe knew it was time to deescalate, but instead she slipped the strap down from her teddy, the top of her beast now exposed. And that's when Aubrey decided that she wasn't going to wake Emily up, because she made a huge sigh of disappointment, pulled the strap back up, and flicked her wife on the nose. "We can continue this in the morning. I know Stacie loves to be woken up in the morning with her body the center of attention, and we can start from there."
Chloe managed to let the hunger in her eyes dissipate before she looked back at her wife. "Okay, okay I'm going to hold you to that. Or Stacie to that. Or should I be holding Stacie to the bed?" Her head cocked to the side, as if posing a serious question.
Aubrey just ignored her, moving on, "How was the rest of your week, besides the whole table delivery? What did you do?"
"Well," the ginger responded, drawing out the word, "I woke up Tuesday morning, missing you terribly, and the rest of our girls were already awake, so I was all alone in bed, shivering because no one was keeping me warm." She paused to glare at Aubrey, to let her know she wasn't happy with her not being there. "I got up, showered, and came downstairs to Stacie making breakfast and –"
"What was for breakfast? Anything I would like?" Aubrey interjected.
Chloe took a moment to think, letting out a quiet hum as she thought back to three days ago. "Yes. Stacie made some delicious waffles for Beca, Emily and me, but a really beautiful and delicious tasting fruit parfait for herself. I sent you a pic of it right?" At Aubrey's nod, she continued, "After breakfast, I got Beca's clothes ready for the day, because she couldn't dress herself professionally if she was paid to do it (and she is paid to dress professionally). Then I helped Beca get dressed, helped Emily get her boots on – you know the black ones that go up to mid-calf? - and Stacie of course dressed herself. I bumped into her on while I was helping Em and her boob actually fell out of her top. She's always trying to get Beca and Emily in trouble, and she definitely did later that day, but you'll have to have them tell you about it.
"I sent the three of them on their way to work after that, then went and got a massage, because my right thigh's been acting up. I told you about that, right babe?"
Aubrey let out a quiet, "Yes. You did."
The other woman carried on, happy she had remembered: "Well it got a bit awkward after the masseuse tried to take it a little bit further than I had planned – I couldn't blame him, really, the sounds I was making were filthy. Like the time the four of you blindfolded me and the proceeded to tie me spread eagle on the bed –"
The yelp Chloe let out when Aubrey clamped her right arm over the woman's mouth was loud, but the girls slumbered on. "Fine, fine, I won't talk about that night. Where was I? Oh right! He tried to take my towel off, but then I told him that I only had sex with guys that were above the four-inch mark and he wasn't going to cut it. He yelped out something about the room being cold, causing 'shrinkage' or something, but I just laughed at him until he left the room."
"Why didn't you just tell him that you were a bonafide woman lover, and in a deeply committed relationship? You could have just said that you have a wife, or multiple wives, if you were going in for a real shocker."
"But then I wouldn't have had so much fun! I love embarrassing people. It's my specialty," Chloe exclaimed, "I do it to you, Becs and Em every chance I get!"
"I know you do. And I wish you wouldn't."
"'Well, that's too damn bad!'"
"Did you just quote Holes at me? Seriously Chlo?"
"What?" Chloe gasped, "It's a fantastic movie! Like seriously, it's so much fun to watch! Even Becs admitted it wasn't on her all-time worst movies list – which you know includes ninety-nine-point two percent of all movies in existence."
"Fine, fine, Holes isn't a terrible movie. Please continue with your week now."
Chloe smiled at Aubrey, glad she had won the argument. "So, after my massage I went to get stuff for dinner for the rest of the week and some stuff to make bread with, since you wouldn't be here to keep me busy."
Aubrey groaned at her. "Do you really need to keep watching The Great British Baking Buffoon or whatever it's called again? Every time you do, the house just gets covered in breads and pies and cakes and everything in between and –"
"Are they not good enough for you?" Chloe cut her off accusingly.
Aubrey began to backtrack: "What? No! What a silly notion! I love them! Every single one of them! And… and I'll… I'll even take a bite of each one to prove how much I love them!" She ended her ramble with her head in her hands, defeated. Chloe had won, again. She always managed to rope her in as her taste tester, no matter how hard Aubrey fought. It was always easier to just give in before she started wasting time arguing.
"Perfect! I was hoping you'd say that! Because I watched an episode and I got to baking and well, I basically spent all of Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon, and all day today baking! Did you see the kitchen? There must be fifteen or twenty different things I made. I was especially proud of this one little bread I made that I shaped into this really cool figure – I'll show you in the morning, Bree –, with all these knots and stuff. And it has chocolate chips in it!" Chloe took a deep breath before letting her voice carry on, "On Tuesday I also brined this chicken and I cooked it last night and it was so fantastic! Even Miss Fake Angst over there liked it!" Chloe always got this way when she started talking about food, Aubrey noted. She loved it, but at the same time, she also wanted to know what else her girl had done of the week, so she bumped their shoulders together, and Chloe understated immediately. "Okay so what am I missing? Wednesday morning was slow, and I binged this show on Netflix that I think you'd like, then on Thursday the table was delivered and so I went around town afterwards and got a lot of different sample plates to see what goes best with the table, but they're all still on the table waiting for your approval or disapproval. Oh! And I talked to the bank, and they said that our new credit card would be in the mail Monday, so we have until then before they suspend our current one. All in all, it wasn't too bad of a week. But please don't leave without me again, okay?"
In lieu of a response, Aubrey turned Chloe's head fully towards hers, and rested her forehead against her wife's. She placed a firm kiss against her lips, a quick swipe of her tongue on Chloe's lips, and then pulled back. "Is it bedtime Chlo?" She murmured after she finished her yawn.
The ginger fought off a yawn as well, and responded, "'Fraid so, sweetie. Can I get a kiss goodnight?"
"No," Aubrey deadpanned, slipping down the bed before smiling up at Chloe.
"You, Aubrey Posen, are incredibly rude. My own wife rejecting me like that. And in our marital bed, no less. Have you no shame, woman?"
Aubrey's lips pulled up, teeth showing in a vengeful response, "That's for that comment about Emily's piercings. I'm still thinking about them."
Chloe giggled, lifted Emily's head up and slid down to where she was lying flat on the bed. She placed Emily's head on her chest, then kissed the top of it, doing her best to avoid getting hair in her mouth. "Night Em. I love you."
There was no response, but Aubrey leaned over and let her lips touch Emily's forehead and repeated what Chloe said. Then Aubrey laid her head on her pillow and turned it to face Chloe, before reaching out with her right arm across her body to pull Chloe's head towards her. She closed the distance between the two of them, lips touching, tongues pressed against each other, making quiet gasps as the other probed their mouth. After a few minutes, Aubrey pulled back, told Chloe, "Night," then grabbed Stacie's hand, brought it up to her lips and gave it a light peck. She rested the clasped hand on her chest, then slowly let her eyelids drift shut and let her thoughts dissolve in to blackness.
Aubrey awoke to Stacie climbing on top of her and laying her body fully against hers, forehead against forehead, whispering to her. "I missed you so much Bree! You wouldn't believe how needy the rest of the girls got without you to boss them around. I had to take control and tell them what to do. And none of them wanted to have sex without you, so I'm going to need you to wake up and take me."
Aubrey blinked and took a second to process all that her brunette wife had said. "Oh, wow you really are a lot to handle in the morning."
Stacie smiled in response, "I try to be as upbeat as possible in the morning, you know this, sweet-stuff. Mainly to counteract Beca's grumpiness, but it works all the same for you. I love your sweatshirt, by the way. Barden Bellas, ICCA Champs. Whose is it? And how are you sleeping with long sleeves on?"
When the blonde tried to respond, Stacie leaned down and kissed her lips, threading her hands through the curly locks. A tongue forced its way into Aubrey's mouth and she moaned – loud enough to rouse Beca from her slumber.
The girl opened her eyes with a groan, and Aubrey turned her head from the kiss to look at the short brunette. She was sprawled out over the space Stacie had vacated, hand missing the breast it had been squeezing through the night. "Who the hell turned the sun on this early? And where is my hand rest? Stace?" Beca questioned.
The woman in question giggled, told Beca. "Open your eyes and see who's here."
"They're already open and they're blind because someone decided to turn the sun on when it was supposed to be off until nine," she groused. But she turned her head to the side anyways, and the smile on Beca's face was genuine, going from ear to ear. "Bree! Stace, get off of her. I want to kiss her." Stacie obliged, and rolled off to where she had been during the night. Beca crawled over her, not pausing to kiss her as she usually would, and pounced on top of Aubrey. "I love you. It felt so lonely without you here. I had to step up my complaining or our girl's ears would have been much too clear." She punctuated her sentence with a bite of Aubrey's bottom lip, pulled it lightly, let it fall out from between her teeth. Beca then pressed her lips to her wife's and massaged them until her mouth opened and the kiss deepened. She pulled away after a moment, claiming, "Your mouth tastes like you just woke up. Gross." Her nose wrinkled cutely in agreement.
"Conrad didn't have a problem with it."
"That's because Conrad is a crazed horn-dog who would do anything to be touched right now."
The leggy brunette gasped, affronted: "I am not! You take that back!" Her mouth curved into a smile, belaying her words.
Beca and Aubrey giggled lightheartedly, and Beca moved her left arm to cover Stacie's side and squeezed her waist tight. "You know I love you too, tits. Wait, no – that was wrong. You know I love your tits, you. That's what I meant."
Stacie escaped from underneath Beca's grasp and extended her right arm out – for she was laying on her left side at this point – and pushed Beca. But Beca, being the tiny woman she is, slipped off of Aubrey's body and fell on top of Chloe, waking her with a loud, "Oomph!"
Chloe groaned and Beca quickly maneuvered her body around until she was on her hands and knees, hovering on top of her. "I am so so so sorry for waking you babe! But it was all Stace's fault – she pushed me off Aubrey! Where I was comfortably resting." Her head turned to the tall girl and her brow furrowed in a glare.
"You provoked me!" Stacie exclaimed.
Chloe looked up at Beca, then up and down her body, stated calmly, "I'll blame Stace for waking me up, then. She usually does anyways – usually in a much better way – so what's another board spot for her?"
Aubrey looked at Beca and noticed she was staring right at her before she rolled her eyes. "You're rewarding her for waking you up. Typical Chloe." Then she directed her question at Aubrey. "How come we're never on Chloe's sex board?"
Chloe giggled and wrapped her arms around Beca's neck and pulled her down. "Oh, is my poor girl upset? Does she need a kiss?"
"I'm not a child, Chlo," Beca pouted, but she accepted anyway, then let her head rest against her girl's chest. "How is she still asleep?" She nodded her head towards Emily whose face was covered by a pillow and her arms and legs spread out wide, and Chloe shrugged.
Aubrey was distracted by the exchange until Stacie reclaimed her spot, attempting to press her body from tip to toe to hers. "Ow!" Aubrey yelped, "Careful with your elbow! That was my rib you hit, you dolt."
Stacie's eyes crinkled apologetically and she slid down Aubrey's body, pulling Emily's sweatshirt up to the underside of the bra. Her hands pressed lightly on the bottom rib on Aubrey's right side – Stacie's left – and asked, "This rib?" Aubrey shook her head no. The hand moved up and repeated her question. Another shake of Aubrey's head, another question, and then a nod. Stacie bent down, lightly pressed her lips against the rib and moved from the side all the way to the center of her chest. "Better now?" She asked, her breath tickling against the smooth skin. Aubrey shook her head no again, curls shaking wildly, face innocent, and Stacie pressed kisses in reverse, stopping when she couldn't bend her neck any further.
"Better now. Kiss me?" Aubrey pleaded, and Stacie pulled the sweatshirt back down, then moved back up her body. The two kissed, and Aubrey heard Chloe let out a small, "Awww."
Beca muttered to Chloe, "You're such a sap, Beale." Chloe just nodded, mouth pulled up in a huge smile. It was then that Emily woke up, arms rustling through the sheets. When she found Chloe's hand, she squeezed it and sighed contentedly. "Em? You up?"
Emily hummed affirmatively, and when she realized it was Saturday and that Aubrey had come home Friday night, bolted upright. "Bree? Did Bree make it back? Is she here?" When Stacie leaned back, sitting on Aubrey's waist, Emily saw the woman in question underneath Stacie. Emily pulled her legs out from underneath the covers, moving until she was right against Beca and Chloe. She laid her torso across Beca's back, her arms reaching underneath the blonde's head and covering her lips with her own.
"Doesn't her mouth taste bad?" Aubrey heard from Beca, and she pinched her as Emily pulled back to nod her head yes, although she looked remorseful doing it.
Aubrey narrowed her eyes at all of them. "None of yours tasted very good either, but I was being courteous about."
The glare that the four chastised girls received silenced them all. Chloe broke the silence: "Sorry Bree, but as fun as all this early morning banter has been, if these two girls don't get off of me right now, I'm going to pee. And I don't think any of y'all are into that kink." The girls scrambled off of Chloe as quickly as possible.
In a typical Stacie fashion, the woman flirted, "I'm willing to give it a shot." She winked at Aubrey, and the girl shoved her lightly.
"Gross. That is so gross. There will be none of… that in this relationship," Aubrey demanded.
"Don't knock it till you try it, blondie," Beca quipped, eager to join in on the teasing.
Aubrey pinched Beca again. "Please stop. Please."
Her hands went to her forehead and slid down to cover the rest of her face when she heard Emily and Chloe chime in with "That would be so much fun!" and "You're not scared of a little water, are ya babe?" from the two of them, respectively.
"I will make sure every single one of you goes without sex for a month if you mention it again." Their silence was agreement to her ears. With her wives successfully cowed, she pushed Stacie off of her and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
The rustle of the bed and the padding of what she assumed to be Chloe's feet followed her; Chloe's arms slipped around her as she put a toothbrush in her mouth, began brushing, and the woman whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry sweetie. Do you want me to make it up to you?" She shook her head no and shrugged the arms off of her, then nudged her towards the toilet. The door to the toilet shut, and she heard the rest of the girls make their way to the bathroom. She and Stacie shared a sink, the one on the left, Beca with Emily on the right, and Chloe had her own sink in the center of the over-sized vanity.
Her sink mate came up next to her, and kissed her cheek, causing Aubrey to turn away to try and hide her smile. "Are you using my toothbrush to clean your dirty mouth?" The curvaceous Bella accused, and Aubrey raised her shoulders in response. She took the brush out, spat in the sink, then rinsed her mouth and the toothbrush with water.
"There. It's all clean for you."
"That's so gross. Did you use my toothbrush on purpose? Because if you did, I actually think that's kinda sexy, you getting revenge and all." The accompanying wink made Aubrey roll her eyes. "Do we have any more toothbrushes, Em?" Emily shook her head in the negative after looking through her sink's drawers, and when Stacie looked at Beca, the woman also shook her head no after checking Chloe's sink. "Are you really going to make me use a used toothbrush? Because that's cruel and unusual punishment, I'm sure of it. I'll take you to court, Bree. And I'll win." There was no response other than the brush poking her in the arm. She took it, moped out, "Fine. But we're getting more of these things to-day. This is inhumane, Bree. I can't believe you'd do this to your own wife!" But Aubrey didn't respond, and so Stacie put some toothpaste on the brush, ran water over it, then started brushing her teeth. Her mopey mood didn't last long, and she was soon humming a tune while brushing.
When Emily joined in brushing and humming, Beca was quick to put a stop to it before Chloe could join in with her singing. "Nope. You two," she said, pointing to Emily and Stacie, "are going to stop that humming business right now. Just because you want every activity you do to be 'aca-amazing' does not mean it will be. It can be just regular amazing."
Chloe waltzed back into the rest of the bathroom, as chipper as a person could possibly be. Aubrey watched as she washed her hands, then brushed her teeth, as Beca brushed her teeth after Emily had finished. "Now that all of our mouths are clean, who wants to give me a kiss? I know you missed me this past week."
Still not over the brush stealing incident, her sink mate pointedly turned her head away, and Emily was the first one over to her, slightly pushing Chloe and Beca out of the way. Her kiss was full of the typical Emily over-enthusiasm, teeth clacking together on occasion. But the kiss was good, love and happiness mixing together in a perfect fusion, Aubrey moaning her approval. Then the kiss was over, and Chloe's lips were on hers, her typical minty freshness spreading throughout her mouth. Vaguely, she could hear Beca complaining that the two of them already kissed last night, but the words didn't do much more than make her pull Chloe's head closer, hands tangled in the red strands. When Chloe pushed her against the sink, suddenly Beca was there, pulling her head down and pushing her ass against the counter top, urging her to sit on it. She obliged and kissed her wife back fiercely, tongue probing deep into Beca's mouth, taking control of the kiss. And then she slipped down from the counter, wrapped both hands underneath Beca's ass and lifted. The short girl understood and jumped, squeezing her legs around Aubrey's torso tightly. The two continued to kiss for a short while, moans and pants being traded back and forth like a commodity. Eventually, Stacie grew tired of being excluded, and forcefully – but gently – separated the two, and Aubrey let Beca's legs slip from her grasp. When they disconnected, Stacie was quick to step up and try to take control. But Aubrey was having none of it, and quickly pinned her against the wall near the door to the bathroom, mouths intertwined. Stacie usually preferred to be the aggressor in the larger relationship, the one in control, but with Aubrey, she always submitted without hesitation. Her mouth was a thing for her wife to kiss, her lips a thing to be bitten and pulled, her ass to be squeezed. Aubrey knew the arousal her actions had provoked in Stacie and was determined to make her squirm even more. She slid her lips down her neck, pressing opened mouth kisses all over; she migrated to the left side of her neck – from Aubrey's perspective – and slowly opened her mouth, then bit down softly, yet still hard enough to make Stacie's knees give out and a moan to unfold from her throat. The blonde caught her taller wife before she fell down more than an inch, pressed her forearms into the top of her chest to keep her upright.
Aubrey removed her lips from the neck and examined her work: there were clear bite marks, but it wouldn't bruise. She was pleased with the job she had done, especially the state she had reduced the woman into. One of her girls started clapping, then the other two joined in. She turned around to look at them, cradling Stacie in her arms, who was still too sexually overwhelmed to function. Emily's face and chest were flushed, Beca looked slightly flustered but Chloe was grinning spectacularly, and she was the first to say anything. "Please give us another show because that was like w-a-a-a-ay too hot."
She blushed, slightly embarrassed by the possessiveness and power she had exerted over Stacie. "I got carried away?"
Beca sniggered slightly. "If that's you getting carried away, please get carried away with me right now."
Emily tried speaking, but the only sound that came out of her throat was a stuttering groan and Chloe pulled her to her chest and patted her back. "You broke poor little innocent Emily, Bree. How could you do that? She's too nice to see something that dirty."
Aubrey snorted, "We were literally talking about her nipple piercings last night, Chlo. She's not innocent." The girls in Chloe and Aubrey's arms let out a mewl in response.
"I did a good job, right?" Stacie pulled her head out of the crook of Aubrey's neck and looked at Chloe for affirmation.
"The best. They're a lot of fun to play with."
A hum of agreement rang out from Aubrey's throat as she tried to get her dead-weight to stand up and support herself: "Come on Stace, I'm going to need you to stand up. You're getting heavy."
She stood up, her weight on her own feet, a growl coming out of her stomach. Her mouth turned up sheepishly, "What? I'm hungry." Aubrey rolled her eyes at Stacie, then walked out of the bathroom with a smack on Stacie's rear and a call for breakfast.
"What're ya cooking, Beale?" Stacie questioned, taking a seat at the bar top. Emily grabbed her left hand and began playing with it as she sat down. To Emily's left sat Beca, and on the other side of Stacie was Aubrey, at the edge of the counter top as it ended at the main entrance to the kitchen. Behind them was the new table, the one the girls had just finished setting for breakfast.
Chloe's voice cried out, "Beignets! I made the dough up in the afternoon yesterday just to surprise my favorite Southern Belle who was coming home to me." Her accompanying smile was bright, and Emily made a small cooing noise.
"Don't we just have the best wife in the entire world?"
"You mean the one who makes pee jokes? That wife? I think I'm a far better wife than she is, legs," insisted Aubrey, pointing her finger from the redhead and back to herself.
At the claim, the other two girls, Stacie and Beca, tried to stake their claim as The Best Wife, but Chloe silenced them with a sharp and short whistle. Beca's hands went to her ears, her mouth opened to complain and protest, but Chloe cut her off chidingly: "Stop inciting a riot, blondie. That goes for you too, short-stuff, and you, tits." She wagged her finger at Aubrey, Beca and Stacie in turn. "I only want to hear productive conversations in my kitchen."
There was a pause in the conversation, as all four sitting at the bar watched the activity in the kitchen. The dough had just finished its second rise, and Chloe began to cut it into medium-sized rectangles with a sharp, freshly polished knife; from its shape, it looked to be a paring knife, the same type of knife Chloe always used when she was cutting dough. The corners of Aubrey's lips down-turned slightly as she realized she had missed Chloe's weekly session of polishing and sharpening her precious knife collection. Wednesday nights were usually her favorite night of the week, partially for that reason. (Most of the rest was because of the sex that inevitably came afterwards). All of them would sit at the dinner table – the old dinner table, full of character that Aubrey would sorely miss (even though she knew it was too small and too dinged up to continue using) – and Chloe would get out her whole knife kit.
First, she placed a large mat down to cover the table and minimize the bounce of any metal shavings. Then followed the numerous hand-held knife sharpeners that she would stand on the counter by the range and get out from the top cabinet, passing them down to Emily who was always eager to help. She usually only brought down three of them, claiming the fourth and fifth ones were too hard for her to reach. The honing rods were next – a different one for each of Chloe's nine different types of sharp utensils that she used while cooking, followed by polishing stones, cloths, and oil.
After she had arranged the aforementioned pieces in order of use on the left side of the table, from coarse to fine, she began to pull out her knives. The Chef's, Santoku, utility, paring, carving, boning, and steak knives, followed by the meat cleaver and kitchen shears were all placed on the long mat that ran the length of the table. She always began with the meat cleavers (even though she didn't use them near as often as she wished, she had confided to Aubrey one night), which was Beca's favorite to watch. After that, the Santoku, then the big Chef's knife, followed by carving, boning, paring and utility knives. She usually took a break at this point and whoever was sitting on either side of her would grab an arm and massage all the way up and down it until Chloe was ready to resume. The bevy of steak knives came next – who needs two eight person sets of steak knives? Aubrey could never stop that thought from rising to the forefront of her mind – catenated by the dismantling of the kitchen shears and subsequent sharpening and honing. She proceeded to polish the utensils in the reverse order that she had sharpened them, starting with the stones, then rubbing off any shavings with the cloth. Her hands would rub a drop of oil onto the blade slowly and carefully with a soft washcloth, truncating the polishing by wiping any excess oil off from the blade and handing it over to one of the girls to put away when she was done.
Watching Chloe polish her knives, watching her toned arms and the methodical technique she used always got her wives hot and bothered, ready to take her to bed. But – for her especially (though she suspected that Emily enjoyed it even more, if the way she was usually short of breath and gasping at the end were anything to go by) – it was the knives that really made their blood boil with arousal. The danger they presented, the way Chloe was dedicated to them like she was to her girls, the way Chloe would run her finger along the blade to test the uniformity of her sharpening… it made them drag Chloe up the stairs, usually stripping her on the way.
The sound of the oil bubbling as the dough hit the oil-filled cast iron pot snapped Aubrey out of her memories. Aubrey focused her eyes back on Chloe as she put a mesh lid on top of the pot to keep the oil from splashing out. Emily's sweet voice rang out and, ever the helpful one, queried, "Do you want some help, ginger?"
"Only if you want to." Chloe's left hand grasped the handle of the mesh screen and she lifted it up before flipping the beignets with a pair of tongs. Emily ambled over to her, stopped, waited for orders. "Okay now I need you to take over for me because I need to go tinkle again." She lifted up on her toes and placed a kiss on her cheek and watched as where she kissed flushed a light red. "Thanks, sugar. You know me and my tiny bladder." Emily turned her eyes back towards the oven top while Aubrey stared at Chloe's yoga pant covered backside.
Beca leaned her head forward and looked at Aubrey accusingly. "How come you never stare at my ass like that? I find it mildly insulting. I have a great ass."
Stacie nodded in agreement, "Yeah, what's up with that? You only stare at Chloe's ass. I think I speak for Emily and Beca too when I say our asses feel neglected."
"Y'all are ridiculous," the blonde stammered, her face pinking in the light of their not-at-all true allegations. "I stare at all of y'all equally."
Her voice took on a slight accent when she got flustered, and Emily was the first to cheek out a response. "Your accent only comes out when you're like lying about something. It's especially easy to tell when you start using y'all." She dropped her voice a bit in a mock whisper, "It's like super-hot though. Don't stop now."
Aubrey looked away as the flush spread down her chest. "I don't mean to," she drawled, "it just happens."
Emily took out a beignet, placed it on a paper-towel covered plate that Chloe had prepared. She poked the fried dough to check its readiness but frowned when it was still slightly soft and not quite airy enough. The beignet was put back in the oil and it continued cooking. "If you stop, I'll burn your breakfast, Bree," the brunette threatened.
The accompanying fine made Emily smile. So did Stacie snickering out, "whipped," behind a fake cough.
The sound of the toilet flushing and the water running in the half-bath filled the silence that came after the conversation dulled. When Chloe's head peaked out from the bathroom, her grin could have been seen from outer space it was so bright. She stalked to Aubrey, stopped close to her, then placed her cheeks between her hands and titled her head up. "Are they making fun of your obsession with my butt?" The comment didn't help Aubrey, and she tried to hide her face in her hands but Chloe wouldn't let her.
She whimpered, "Maybe," then added, "I have to let my accent come on through or Em's gonna burn my breakfast."
Chloe smirked. "My sweet little girl." She ruffled Aubrey's hair affectionately, then turned around to help Emily pull the dough out of the frying oil and place the next batch in. "If you keep up the accent, I'll let you be the first to be taken on the table." Aubrey straightened up and a squeak emerged from her throat. "I knew that'd get your attention, babe."
"Poor Bree, everyone ganging up on her." Stacie directed her attention to Aubrey, reaching over to pull her into her lap. "I'm on your side, blondie. But that means you take me second on the table, okay?"
Aubrey nodded meekly, embarrassment still at high levels. Her legs were perpendicular to her wife's, her back against the arm of the chair. An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight, her head falling against Stacie's amble breasts. After a few moments in which Aubrey let her embarrassment die down, she rasped, "Can y'all be nice now? I'm fixin' to punish y'all for this."
"Uh, babe? You're gonna have to, you know, not talk into my tits if you want to be threatening."
Her head picked up, and she looked around to see everyone staring at her. There was a wet spot on Stacie's tank where Aubrey had talked into, but she met everyone's eyes, daring them to comment about her drooling on Stacie's breasts (again). They didn't.
Stacie's stomach growled again, breaking the tension in the room. "Is breakfast almost ready? I think I'm hungry."
Chloe gave out a tittering laugh, Beca let out an undignified chortle and Emily giggled. Aubrey's face didn't move a muscle, still faux-upset about all the teasing directed at her. "We'll just take the last of them out of the cast iron and then it will be," Chloe chirped, glowing in the banter-filled atmosphere.
A rustle came from Stacie's chair as Aubrey snuggled deeper into her chair cushion. "Did someone get the syrup out?"
There was a slight sound as the wooden feet of Beca's chair slid across the floor. "No. But I'll get it princess," Beca sniped. As she walked by the Aubrey-Stacie combination, she pressed a kiss to the blonde hair, taking the sting out of her snark, though she gave a light tug on Stacie's ponytail. Aubrey knew that could have only had to do with asserting dominance – the two were always playing mind games that the rest of them weren't privy to.
As Beca pulled the syrup down from the shelf in the large pantry, Chloe belted, "Breakfast is ready!" Stacie stood up as quick as possible, doing her best to keep Aubrey comfortable – legs wrapped around her waist, arms around her neck and face buried in the crook between neck and collarbone – as Stacie carried her to her seat. She set her down gently and then took her own seat at their new dining table. Aubrey was across from her, also at the end of the table, Emily to her left, and Beca sat across from Emily. The spot at the head of the table was left open for the chef, as they always let whoever cooked get the best spot – usually Chloe, but Aubrey cooked on occasion, sometimes getting help from Emily. Beca was probably just as good of a cook as Chloe, Aubrey thought, but she had grown to hate cooking since her parents had divorced during her freshman year at Barden. Which was sad for Beca, and Aubrey felt terrible that she had to go through that, but it was also sad for their taste buds.
Chloe placed down the plate filled with beignets in the center of the table width-wise, right in front of her own plate and Beca's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why are they so close to you? Scoot them down this way."
"I'm the cook. It's my privilege to choose where the food goes. Also, it's not my fault you're tiny and have to ask people for everything."
"You're literally two inches taller me, Beale. Two inches. You'd think I'm four-foot-eight by the way you talk to me," Beca griped. Her stomach rumbled in agreement. Chloe took the plate full of beignets and started putting them on her own plate, before passing it to Aubrey on her left. The blonde's taste buds started salivating as her favorite breakfast was only a foot from her face, waiting for syrup and powdered sugar. She handed the plate over to Emily next, then reached to the center of the table and got the syrup, asked Beca to hand her the powdered sugar. When she got it, she poured a heap on each rectangle then made a pool of syrup on the edge of the plate. As she ate, conversation died down and the five of them enjoyed their breakfast in relative silence, only interrupted by the sounds of eating.
She took the time to examine the new dining room, finally refurbished and full of new furniture. The hardwood floor's deep brown color matched with the similarly new wooden table. Beca and Emily had advocated for a more glazed finish to the floor, but Aubrey had deeply protested, and even with Stacie and Chloe staying out of the argument, had won. The slight dips between the different sized planks – both width-wise and lengthwise – created a homey, professional and simultaneously not too professional look, small ridges and bumps in the dips.
The table, though it was a similar color to the floor, had a beautiful red undertone – probably from the first coat of paint – that shone in the early morning light streaking in from the front window. It was white oak, painted over with three coats, according to the store they got it from, and was solid wood. When Aubrey had tried to lift the table at the place, it hadn't budged; even when she had enlisted the help of the rest of her wives, they had only been able to lift one side of it an inch off the ground. So none of them lifted weights. Big deal.
Aubrey knew that building muscle was something she should probably do, the health benefits were good and she wanted to be able to pick two of her girls up at a time, one in each arm, so that she could throw them on their bed, but she could never muster up the motivation to do it. She blamed that on Beca. Her hatred of physical exercise that wasn't sex was unbelievably high, having grown from their days as Bellas, must've rubbed off on her. She stifled a giggle at her pun, hoping no one had noticed her laughing at nothing.
The white plates they had used for breakfast were old, leftover from the first apartment they had moved into together after their marriage. Well, since the four of them – Stacie, Chloe, Beca, and herself – had all married Emily individually. Their first apartment as a five-person married couple. Chloe wanted to call it a pentagonal relationship, but the rest of them had vetoed it and simple settled on calling it their marriage. It was completely unexpected to her to be in the relationship she was in, but she loved it. She loved being able to come home like she did last night and to kiss all of them and feel showered in their love.
The revelation of just how sappy she had become hit her like a freight train, and she smiled, happy with the development. Chloe looked at her and must have discerned her thoughts, because Aubrey hadn't been able to stop Chloe from reading her face like it was a Tolkien novel, and put her food down. She reached over and squeezed Aubrey's right hand with her left, and Aubrey felt content with her life.
Married life had mellowed her out, she decided. When they first started dating, Aubrey would have probably slapped – literally slapped – Chloe's hand away, and now she found herself waiting and hoping for the next time Chloe or any of her other wives would touch her, be it a quick squeeze, a peck on the lips or a crushing hug.
She also found herself looking forward to the next day more often. Not all the time, but it's closer to a seventy-thirty split in favor of the future instead of the ninety-ten split against the future it used to be. It's Emily she knows she has to thank for that new aspect of her personality. There's nothing quite as heart-warming as not-actually-that-innocent Emily Beale (Emily had been eager to rid herself of Junk as a last name) trying to understand a sex joke that went right over her head, and nothing could make her smile as much as her wife's enthusiasm at the simplest things, from watching the wind blow through the trees on their ranch to washing dishes. The pure joy she had in everything she did was otherworldly and inspiring.
But out of all her wives, Stacie was the one who had probably had the most impact, at least in terms of doing what she wanted with her life. She was the reason why she took that leap, quit her job and became a fully-fledged novelist. There was something about her that cut right to the heart of the matter without any judgment clouding her vision. It was always needed when she was stuck with writers block and couldn't figure why her characters would be motivated to do something. Stacie always helped to explain to her the human psyche so well that she called her while her, Emily and Beca were at work, no matter how minor the issue.
Aubrey had finished the beignets that she grabbed from the plate, and now full, wiped her hand on a napkin to rid it of powdered sugar. Her plate was a mess – syrup and powdered sugar and crumbs all mixed together, creating a sludge that she knew would take a second to get off. Her eyes turned from the plate to her hand, which Chloe had still not let go of, eating her food with only her right hand. Their fingers were interlaced, and she turned their hands over, so that Chloe's was facing up, then examined the ring on Chloe's ring finger. One-point-six carats of a traditional round-cut diamond set in a simple and elegant yellow gold ring. Next to it, closer to her knuckle, stood the wedding band Aubrey had gotten for Chloe when the two of them had gotten hitched. They were eighteen at the time, and it was all Aubrey could afford; a simple ring of fourteen karat gold, with the words Put Me Back On engraved on the inside. It never ceased to make Aubrey smile when she took the ring off and examined it.
Sighing lightly, she pulled their hands up and placed her lips on Chloe's, let them linger for a minute. Chloe just squeezed hers in response, but didn't stop eating, mouth chewing purposefully. Aubrey smiled, white teeth showing, and broke the silence. "I love every one of y'all to the ends of the earth, from the golden fields of wheat to the foam-covered ocean. I'll never stop."
The four women all looked to the blonde, various expressions on their face: Chloe's hadn't changed from earlier, only she was now trying to smile with food in her mouth; Emily's held an expression of acceptance, buoyed by the love flooding from her eyes and made comical by the morsel of food stored in her cheek; Stacie's eyebrows had moved upwards, and she grinned suggestively, eyes crinkling at the corners in a look of joy; and Beca looked like she was going to combust, eyes sparking with heat, mouth in an o shape. Beca was the first to respond, saying, "I love you too. But if you start comparing me to wheat, I'm going to take exception to it." She punctuated her words with a light laugh.
The rest of them joined in, giggling at Aubrey's declaration for a full twenty-plus second. Aubrey let out a small giggle too, realizing her words had been slightly over the top. "I'll start the dishes," she articulated, scooting her chair back and standing up. She grabbed her plate, as well as Chloe's, who had just popped the last bite of her breakfast in her mouth, then walked around her and snagged Stacie's as well. Her plate was licked clean – she had actually probably licked it clean – with no food in sight. The plate which had previously held the beignets was sitting next to Stacie, empty, and she picked it up as well. She turned around, hair fanning out, and headed to the sink.
As she started washing the dishes, Emily came up next to her and started helping, bringing the rest of the dishes along with her. They all settled into their standard post-meal cleaning activities. Her and Emily at the sink, Beca cleaning the tables and counters, Stacie doing the stove and Chloe sitting at the bar, watching. "Em? Can you dry this? Don't forget to oil it," Aubrey asked, handing her the large cast iron pot as they finished up. She walked over to Chloe afterwards, pulled her chair back, then jumped up and into her lap.
"You're the neediest coddler I've ever met, Bree. More than me, which is saying a lot." Chloe placed her arms around Aubrey's waist, clasped her hands together. She maneuvered Aubrey around until they were back to front, Aubrey leaning the side of her head against Chloe's.
Aubrey let out a soft sigh of contentment, closing her eyes, and Chloe hummed in agreement, tucking a foot underneath herself. "When are you taking me?"
Chloe smirked, not at all surprised by Aubrey's question. "I was thinking of putting on a show when they finish the kitchen. Maybe lay you down on the table, spread your legs… see where we go from there."
A soft rumbling sound rang from deep in Aubrey's chest and she turned her head, began kissing Chloe's neck. "I'll take that as –," she let out a groan as Aubrey nipped at her earlobe, "– yes." Her last word elongated into a moan, raising in pitch until she was keening. Chloe moved her head away from Aubrey's mouth, then gently started pushing her forward so that she could stand up and escort her to the table. Aubrey checked to make sure the table was clear, then let Chloe push her down against the wood. "Can I kiss you?" Aubrey met Chloe's eyes and nodded, confused as to why she was being asked. Chloe must have read the question on her face, because she shrugged her shoulders, knotted her fingers together, and Aubrey understood. I wanted to be sure.
The ginger leaned down, a knee on each side of the blonde's waist, a hand on each side of her head, elbows bent outwards, and let her lips caress her wife's warm ones. Aubrey exhaled into the kiss, opening her mouth, let Chloe's tongue taste her. She loved when Chloe was on top of her, especially when she was feeling rather dominant, as she seemed to be feeling now. When her arms ran up Chloe's sides, she wished the redhead hadn't changed out of her teddy, because she really loved running her hands up and down her bare thighs and feeling the bare flesh of her wife's ass against her palm. God, she really was obsessed with it. Chloe pulled back from the kiss, tugging Aubrey's bottom lip with her until it slipped from her teeth. Aubrey felt Chloe's arms slide up her sides, tugging the sweatshirt up until it was over her breasts. Her wife's mouth was suddenly on the flesh right below her left breast, where the bra met her skin, sucking and kissing, moving from left breast to right, then back again.
Aubrey's stomach coiled with arousal, mind turning to mush as she absently felt hands continue to pull on her top – not Chloe's she was sure of it, because Chloe's hands were squeezing her ribs – until the collar was around her head, then the sleeves were being tugged off and she was free, laying on their new table dressed in only a pair of lacy red panties and a more functional black bra. A mouth was on her lips in the next second – Beca's from the way she was swirling her tongue – and someone's mouth was on her right thigh, then another on her left, both kissing up and down her bare flesh. She felt a bite on her left thigh, a quick nip but hard enough to leave a lasting mark, then another on her right, and then Chloe had a hand palming one of her breasts – she couldn't figure out which one, her mind too turned on to think. There was a hand pulling her chest up then reaching around her back to unclasp her bra. The hands started pulling the straps free and then her top would be free and she was so close to Chloe touching her and grabbing her bare breast and then –
A phone rang. Rang. Right before her girls were getting to the main course, which was her.
Who the fuck does that?
Beca didn't stop kissing her, but the hands that were pulling her bra off stopped and let it slide back down her arms. Chloe pulled back – it must have been her who was stripping her – and let out perhaps the biggest sigh of disappointment that Aubrey had ever heard. "That's my phone. I am going to kill whoever interrupted us." At this point, the mouths on her thighs released their grab, placing a soft kiss on the bite marks they had left, and Beca pulled back as well. It was only when she opened her eyes that she realized that Beca was upside down, hovering over her.
"Fuck. Me." Aubrey didn't hold back her anger, and Beca nodded in agreement.
"That's what we were trying to do. Dammit Chlo. Turn your phone off next time." It wasn't often that Beca sounded truly upset, and ever rarer that she said a harsh word to any of them, but she didn't hold back.
Chloe climbed off the table, rushing to get her phone from the counter. "It's Amy. She's FaceTiming. Bree, put your sweatshirt back on. I can take it off again later."
Aubrey hummed her agreement and leaned forward. Beca re-clasped her bra, then grabbed her sweatshirt and handed it to Aubrey, who put it on. "Ready," she murmured when she was situated.
She could hear Chloe slide to answer, then Amy's voice rang through the room. "Chloe! Are you alone? Or are the rest of the mouth-breathers there?"
"Umm… yeah the uh," she looked confusingly at the phone before continuing, "the mouth-breathers are here. Is there anything we can do for you? We were in the middle of something." The frustration in her voice was apparent.
"Having an orgy?"
"W-we don't have orgies, Amy. That's insulting," Aubrey admonished.
"Uh-huh. Anyways, I have a job that I need you to do. And before you ask, my kangaroo did not get lose again."
"What about your wallaby?" Quipped Emily.
"No."
"The dingo?"
"No – wait, yes, she's gone. But that's not the reason I'm calling."
"O-o-okay…" There was a long pause but Amy didn't elaborate, so Emily continued her questioning. "Are you going to tell us why you're calling?"
"Right. Well, I found this really aca-awesome idea but I need your help to plan it so those sexy men in uniforms don't crash the party."
Aubrey could hear Stacie whispering to Emily, "Is she talking about the police?"
There was a nod at the corner of her vision and a quiet, "Think so," coming from Emily.
"What type of party are we talking about, here?" Chloe took control of the conversation, growing more and more annoyed the longer she was separated from Aubrey.
"The type of party where we perform a heist."
Aubrey froze for a moment before she let out a shrill noise. "A heist? You call us asking to plan a fucking heist for you? You do realize what my previous job was, right?"
When Amy didn't respond, just stared blankly at Aubrey, Beca filled her in. "An F.B.I. Agent, Amy. She can't be serious, right?" Beca looked at Aubrey, then Chloe, who was frozen in place.
Stacie was the next to recover: "What does this heist entail?"
Aubrey quickly leaned forward and shoved Stacie. "You can not be serious right now, Stace. We are not entertaining this idea for a second." She turned to face the phone again. "I should turn you in right now, Amy."
"Yeah but you won't because you're secretly dying to know what the plan is."
Aubrey gaped at Fat Amy, sputtered, "That's not – that's not true. I.." she trailed off, her mind racing. "I don't want to know," she confirmed to Amy, herself, her wives, she wasn't sure which – though she realized how weak it sounded, more like a question than a no.
And then Chloe jumped in. And Emily. "I'm down," they said simultaneously.
Her head snapped to Beca, warned, "Don't you fucking dare, Beca."
The diminutive brunette held up her hands as she shifted forward, sitting next to Aubrey, their legs pressed together as they dangled off the edge of the table. "I'm," she paused – probably to piss Aubrey off, "with you, babe. Seriously. What the fuck are you three thinking?" But then Aubrey noticed Beca grinning at Emily, betraying her, and she fumed, before softening slightly.
Stacie, now sitting in a chair, looked at Emily from the other side of Aubrey and Beca. "Judging by the amount of swearing Aubrey is doing, I don't think this is going to go over well."
Emily agreed, "I don't think she's ever sworn this much. Like ever." Stacie just nodded.
There was no way she was going to agree to this. Aubrey knew herself quite well. A heist would go against everything she stood for. And yet… she could feel herself itching for a challenge, a danger she hadn't been able to get since she quit her job. When Chloe handed the phone to Emily and walked in front of her, placing a hand on each of her thighs… the second she made eye contact with the blue eyes, she knew she would be caving. Sometimes she really hated her thrill for danger.
Nothing turned her on like being shot at. And Chloe must have known this, because she slid a hand up the inside of her thigh, lightly rubbing against the bite marks covering her skin. "I know how much you love danger, Bree." When Aubrey opened her mouth to protest, Chloe pressed her lips to hers to silence her, then pulled back. "I know you do. We all know you do. Think about how much fun this would be. A true bonding experience. We could reconnect with all the Bellas, get filthy rich, maybe put in that walk-in shower you wanted."
"I… I…" She knew that it was just a matter of time before she gave in. But she wasn't going to give up without a fight. "No. No. We are not committing a federal crime just for fun, Chloe Beale." She straightened up, putting on her fighting face.
Beca reached over and grabbed her right hand, sandwiched it between her two hands, then squeezed it. "Please, Bree? Everyone else is in but you." Aubrey shook her head no, then pulled her hand away from Beca – or tried to, but Beca didn't let go.
Then there was a pair of lips on her neck and she gasped. "Please?" Emily pleaded around the flesh of her neck. And another pair of lips joined Emily's, nipping the collarbone on the other side.
Aubrey groaned.
Fat Amy, who had been stunningly silent, finally spoke. "Is that a yes?"
Aubrey groaned again, then nodded ever so slightly, and Chloe, who had been studying her face, squealed. "She said yes!"
Aubrey knew she was going to regret this.