A/N: So, this is my first multichapter fic. I try to make some more one-shots and add them.
Reminder: I'm dutch, so grammar mistakes are common!
*tap, tap* "Beca." *tap, tap* "Beca!" tap, tap, tap* "Oh god, Beca, please stop tapping on my head! It drives me crazy and I'm trying to work here!" "But I'm bored." I whined. "Then find yourself something to do! I'm sure you have some homework." I shook my head. "Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. "I finished all my homework already." Chloe narrowed her eyes. "All of it?" she asked. "Yes my dear, all of it." I said proudly and in an exaggerate English accent. "Let me see." Chloe said. "What, you don't believe your badass girlfriend, who for once was not so badass and made her homework? Auch, that hurts Chlo." I said, faking I was deeply hurt. Chloe giggles. God, I loved that sound. "See, just what you said, you never make your homework. So now let me see." I got up to get my homework. I handed it over to her outstretched hand. I watched her looking through my homework. Damn, she looks hot doing that. "You know, it's not polite to stare Beca." She said without looking up from my homework. "Sorry, but I can't help it that you're such a turn on looking through my homework like that." She looked up and laughed. "You know, you're very cute giving compliments like that." She said, standing up. "I'm not cute, I'm a total badass." I retorted. We stood face to face. I had to look up a bit because Chloe was a bit taller than me, and she loved to remember me of that fact. "You, Beca Mitchell, are so not badass. You lost your badass reputation the minute you started to date me. And, you made your homework, so you lost your badass points there too. So, that proves my point: you are very cute and not a badass." She ended her sort of speech by closing the gap between us by kissing me on the lips. I, of course, answered her kiss. After a few minutes we pulled away because of the lack of oxygen. Our foreheads rested against each other. "You, Chloe Beale, turned me into a total softie." I said, pecking her on the lips. "I know, but you love it." "That, I do." I said and we kissed again. She found a soft spot in my neck and I moaned. "Shall we continue this in the bedroom, my dear?" She asked giggling and speaking in an English accent. I just dumply nodded. She was so hot speaking like that. So hot. "Told you, you're cute and a total softie." She said when she saw me blushing. "Yup," I said, "and I totally love it."
