Prompt: "If you can't sleep... we could have sex?" - Rated M


Jesse snores so loudly. Beca wonders how it's never bothered her before.

Though, she supposes, she usually falls asleep before he does, so she's never really noticed the irritatingly loud rasping sound emitting from his throat. God. It's so loud. Like seriously, he's going to wake up everyone else in the Treble house.

Or maybe not, Beca thinks as she rolls to her side, her back to Jesse. Most of the Trebles have already moved out in anticipation of their ending lease. She and Jesse are due to leave the day after next, too, headed to LA.

Just the thought of the move makes Beca's stomach flood with molten nerves. She frowns, punching her pillow into a new shape. That's been happening a lot lately - anxiety about moving. She's not really sure why; she'd always planned on heading to LA after college to start her producing career. Plus, instead of doing it on her own, she gets to bring her boyfriend of three years along, as he was offered a job there as well.

Everything is all lined up.

Really. Everything. She graduated. She and Jesse have an apartment in LA, signed under his name. The Bellas won Worlds. Emily's going to take over captaincy. They've already signed the house over to her, and the rest of the Bellas will be moving out within the next days as well.

Unsurprisingly, Chloe is going to be the last to move out. She won't leave until the day their lease ends, after everyone else is gone.

For some reason, the thought makes Beca uneasy. She doesn't like to think of Chloe alone in the house. Beca knows it'll make her sad, without anyone to cuddle and all their empty rooms staring back at her. She realizes with a pang that she's not sure where Chloe's going to go after she leaves. Somehow, all they've talked about lately is Beca's move to LA.

Beca rolls again to lie on her back, this time purposefully jostling the bed, hoping it'll get Jesse to stop snoring. It doesn't. In fact, his snores get even louder.

She turns her face to glare at him, annoyed. He'd better not do this in LA.

Closing her eyes, Beca exhales her frustration. She shouldn't have thought of Chloe alone in the Bella house. It made her nervousness reappear. Or maybe it was the LA thing again. Beca frowns at the ceiling fan in Jesse's room.

She's not sure she made the right decision to spend the night with him instead of in the Bella house. She'd figured she should be with Jesse, because she hasn't actually stayed with him since before the retreat at spring break (she's been busy with the Worlds, that's all), but now that she's here it feels wrong. His bed isn't comfortable at all, and her mind won't stay quiet.

She wonders what movie the Bellas watched together before they went to bed. Wonders what Chloe and Stacie made for dinner. Wonders what type of alcoholic concoction Amy had forced them all to drink. Wonders what scary thing Lilly whispered this time.

Mainly, she wonders where Chloe spent the night.

It's somehow become a regular thing for Chloe to show up in the room Beca and Amy share and climb in Beca's bed with her. Only when Amy's not there, of course; Beca is positive that would bring back the whole "Bloe" thing all over again. But it's been nice, waking up with Chloe wrapped around her. It was weird at first, but Beca likes the warm, solid presence of her best friend at her back, and she knows how much Chloe likes to cuddle. But Chloe's probably in her own bed tonight.

Jesse's not touching her. He didn't even hold her when they first got into bed; he didn't wrap his arms around her like he used to. And back when Jesse did used to hold her, Beca remembers, it had felt suffocating.

Chloe never feels like that.

Chloe doesn't snore.

And Beca doesn't want to go to LA. More than anything, she really, really doesn't want to go with Jesse.

The realization makes Beca rip the covers away and scramble from the bed. Her hands move up to fist in her hair and she paces around the room, her overlarge sleep shirt flowing around her to where it stops mid-thigh. She can't go, she can't just move across the country, she can't live with Jesse, she can't leave C –

Before the thought can fully form, Jesse gasps awake mid-snore, roused by her sudden movement and the sound of her frantic breaths.

"Ugh... Beca? What - what're you doing?" he asks drowsily, his voice raspy with sleep.

Her head snaps around to look at him, all tousled hair and blinking brown eyes. Her heart pangs once; she really does care for him, but knows they have no real future together.

She opens her mouth to tell him this, to let him know that she's not going with him to LA, that she's breaking up with him, but she can't quite manage it. She closes her mouth, seeing the unease in his eyes. She'll wait until morning. She needs to be sure she's not making some stupid late-night decision. He deserves that much, at least.

"Nothing," she finally replies, "can't sleep is all."

He continues to blink up at her, staring at her intently. She bites the inside of her lip, wondering if he somehow knows, praying he won't ask again.

But then he says, "Well, if you can't sleep... we could have sex?"

She's not quite prepared for the distaste and annoyance that rises in her throat at the suggestion. It should be obvious that she's having some sort of freak out, and instead of comforting her or asking what's wrong, Jesse asks for sex. She knows for sure then that it's the beginning of their end.

He looks hopeful, and she realizes with another pang that it has been a while. It's on her; she'd been so busy that sex with her boyfriend had just slipped her mind. And, well, if she's honest with herself, she hasn't really wanted to sleep with Jesse lately. Emotionally stunted as she may be, she can still tell there's been something missing between them for some time.

Besides, staying in the Bella house and falling asleep next to Chloe had become more appealing lately. Maybe that should send warning bells off in her head, but it doesn't.

Eventually, she replies, "No, I..." she trails off momentarily at the disappointment in his face. "I think I should maybe go."

"Is everything okay?" Jesse asks, finally understanding that there's something wrong.

She knows she really should just tell him, but it's late and she needs to be positive she's in the right mindset before letting him know that she can't go with him. It wouldn't be fair to him otherwise.

So, she says, "I'm good, I think I just need to head home - I mean, to the Bellas."

She winces internally at the slip up, knowing he wants her home to be with him. The suddenly guarded expression on his face tells her he'd noticed.

"Well..." Jesse says slowly, "if you're not feeling good, maybe you will sleep better in your own bed." He does a remarkable job of keeping the bitterness from his tone, she thinks, but she can still spot the defeat in his eyes.

For the first time, it occurs to her that Jesse might also be having second thoughts about going to LA together. She can't really blame him.

She nods in agreement of his words and, not knowing what else to do, moves to the bedside nightstand. She unplugs her phone from its charger, stuffing it in the overnight bag she'd brought containing her day clothes and toiletries. Jesse doesn't say anything, only watches as she finishes packing and moves to the door to slip on her shoes.

Beca feels his eyes on her but doesn't look back at him as she pulls open the door and leaves his room. She closes it softly behind her before tip-toeing down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone that might still be in the house. As she makes her way to the front door, she wonders dimly if Jesse is going to come running from his room to stop her, to ask what's really wrong and guide her back to his room. He doesn't, though, and she reaches the front door in seconds.

Unlocking the deadbolt, she opens the door and steps out onto the porch before tugging it closed behind her. She can't lock it, because she doesn't have a key, but it'll be okay for the few hours left before daylight. She pauses for a moment, leaning against the door and letting her head loll onto it as her eyes slide closed.

She needs a minute. All she'd known is that she had to get away from Jesse so she could think. She wants to go to her own bed, like Jesse had said, but she can't bear the thought of being alone.

Her eyes snap open. She knows where she needs to be.

Lifting herself off the door, she reaches the edge of the porch and jumps down. She fights her way through the bushes separating the Treble and Bella properties, not wanting to waste energy going around to the sidewalk. Though, she reflects as she untangles a branch from her hair, maybe the sidewalk would have been a smarter option in the dark.

Swearing under her breath, she makes it through the thicket and onto the Bella side. In seconds, she's at the front door, using her key to get in, and then closing and re-locking it behind her. She doesn't pause as she makes her way up the stairs to the first landing, the smell of microwave popcorn from whatever movie the Bellas had watched earlier still lingering in the air. Turning left at the top of the stairs, Beca walks quietly past the room Ashley and Jessica share, past Stacie's single room (no one had really wanted to share with her and The Hunter), until she ends up outside the last room in the hall.

For the first time since leaving the Treble yard, she hesitates. Maybe it would be crossing some sort of line to just waltz into Chloe's room unannounced. Chloe might not even be there; maybe she spent the night with someone else, Bella or otherwise. For some reason, the thought makes Beca's stomach clench unpleasantly. The unexpected sensation gives her the courage to rest her hand on the door handle and turn, opening the door slowly. She peeks her head around the door, not wanting to startle Chloe if she's still awake.

The presence of a lump in Chloe's bed soothes Beca's strange unease immediately as she steps fully into the room. She pulls the door closed behind her and plops her overnight bag on the floor near Chloe's desk. When she turns back to the bed, the familiar sound of Chloe's soft breathing makes her smile.

She figures it would be kind of a dick move to just climb right into bed with Chloe before announcing herself; it would probably scare her, and Beca doesn't really want to get screamed at or punched in the throat.

"Chlo," she whispers. "Chlo, it's me."

Nothing. Beca rolls her eyes. Chloe can be a heavy sleeper.

"Chloe, wake up," she tries a little louder.

Still nothing. It's like talking to a rock.

With an affectionate sigh, Beca leans over to poke at the blanket-covered lump. "Chloe! Hey! Dude!" she calls loudly.

This time, the lump stirs feebly and a sleepy voice replies, "Wha... I don't want a cat."

Beca's startled laugh finally does the trick, and soon Beca's looking at a blinking, adorably confused Chloe Beale sitting up and yawning at her. Unable to resist some teasing, Beca asks, "Dreaming about cats?"

Ignoring that, Chloe mumbles, "Bec, why're you here?" as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

Beca looks down at her feet, still in the Converse she'd slipped on at Jesse's. Awkwardness suddenly washes over her; maybe she'd been presumptuous to barge into Chloe's room in the dead of night. It's silent, and Beca knows Chloe is watching her, waiting for an answer.

"Um," she begins, "I couldn't sleep."

"Weren't you with Jesse?" Chloe says, her tone uncharacteristically sharp.

Beca glances up at her with a grimace. "Yeah, but I... I needed, uh..." it feels childish to use the world "cuddles," but she's not sure what else to call it, so she resorts to awkwardly flapping her arms around and sort of gesturing with a hug. Excellent.

Thankfully, Chloe catches on quickly. She frowns at Beca and says, "Couldn't Jesse hold you?" Beca flinches as if Chloe had struck her. She hadn't expected Chloe to sound so… accusing.

Beca again drops her gaze to her feet as she whispers shamefacedly, "I didn't want him to."

There's a long pause, and Beca risks looking up. Chloe's staring at her, a weird expression on her face, one that Beca can't read. She almost looks disapproving, but with something more. Whatever this is, this awkward tension between them that's never been present before, Beca hates it. She's about to tell Chloe never mind, that she'll go up to the room she shares with Amy, when Chloe breaks the silence.

"Come here."

Chloe's voice is gentle, her expression softening as she scoots over and pulls the blankets to one side so there's room for Beca.

The tension in the room breaks and Beca exhales, relieved. A soothing warmth fills her chest as she slips her shoes off and climbs into Chloe's bed, still in her sleepwear. Normally, she would lie with her back against Chloe's front, but she thinks maybe since it's Chloe's bed, she should do things differently.

"Turn around," she says, and Chloe's eyebrows lift a little in surprise, but she turns so her back is to Beca when she lays down. Beca scoots up behind her, aligning their hips before she also lays down.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world to toss her arm over Chloe's waist and pull Chloe into her, so she's not sure why Chloe inhales sharply at the movement.

It takes them a little longer than usual to settle, Chloe stiff against her, but Beca chalks it up to the different position. Eventually, though, Chloe relaxes back into her, making Beca smile into her shoulder. And maybe it should scare her, how welcome Chloe feels in her arms, how much more she likes sharing a bed with Chloe than she ever did with Jesse, but the fear never comes. She knows there's nowhere she'd rather be.

She closes her eyes and lets herself be lulled to a doze by the feel of Chloe's breaths. Chloe shifts a little, her sleep shirt rising, and Beca's fingers brush against exposed skin low on her abdomen. Mind still clogged with sleep, Beca lets her fingers trail repeatedly over warm skin, making swirling patterns.

She feels Chloe's breath hitch and muscles tense. Beca stops moving her hand instantly, suddenly feeling more awake than ever.

"Beca," Chloe breathes, her tone almost warning.

"I can't go to LA with him," Beca blurts out before she can stop herself.

The weird tension immediately rushes back, but now so much worse because Beca can't see Chloe's face. She can only feel how rigid Chloe has abruptly become, as if preparing to fling herself away from the bed. The deafening silence stretches on, until Beca becomes worried – has Chloe even taken a breath? – but then –

"So you came here?" Chloe's voice sounds weird. Strangled. She sounds both sad and happy at the same time, and Beca has no idea what to make of it.

"I…" Beca isn't sure what to say. She's completely thrown. She's not sure what she'd been expecting Chloe to say, but that certainly wasn't it.

Chloe reaches down to lift Beca's arm from around her waist and pulls away. Hurt flares in Beca's chest, hot and shocking, but then Chloe's turning around and pulling her into her chest.

"I think you need to be held right now," Chloe whispers into Beca's hair, her hands moving around Beca's back. Beca reaches to her instinctively, returning the hug as she tucks her face into Chloe's neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

As she's drifting off to sleep, she thinks she feels lips press against her forehead, but she can't be sure. Her last thought before falling to darkness is home.


The next day, she goes back to the Treble house. Jesse's waiting for her in the living room, some movie she doesn't recognize but that is probably very famous paused on the screen. He doesn't seem surprised when she tells him she can't go to LA with him.

He doesn't even seem surprised when she tells him they need to break up. She almost wishes he would at least pretend to try and change her mind, but he doesn't.

When he says, "I think that's for the best," she tries not to let him see her relief.

She feels guilty about how easy it is to walk out of his house and his life, but by the time she reaches the front door of the Bella house, knowing Chloe is waiting for her on the other side, she feels nothing but joy.


It feels only natural to ask Chloe and Amy to come with her to New York when she gets her job transferred there from LA. The beaming smile Chloe sends her when she asks only serves to reinforce the feeling.


It feels even more natural to kiss Chloe for the first time, almost a year after they move in together. And when they start dating, Jesse is the first person she tells.

He laughs (kindly, and without bitterness) and says she should have kissed Chloe years ago. She privately agrees.


When she and Chloe become serious, they move out of the tiny closet they share with Amy. Surprisingly, the idea is Amy's.

"If I have to walk in on you aca-lesbos one more time, I swear to God I'll set a crocodile on you. Or Lilly."

With that frightening threat looming over them, they manage to find their own apartment within days.


And that is how, about two months after moving into their own place, Beca finds herself being rudely awoken by a sharp jab to her ribs.

"Hmm?" she grunts, "whaz 'appening?"

Chloe clicks her tongue from next to Beca and huffs impatiently, "You were talking in your sleep again. It was keeping me awake."

Beca yawns hugely and turns toward her girlfriend. "Doesn't normally bother you," she says, feeling more awake.

"Yeah, well, usually the fan drowns it out."

Their window fan had broken that day. A strong gust of wind had forced it out the window and to the floor with a crash. Beca had spent several minutes using a screwdriver and much swearing to try to get it working again but had failed miserably. So, there's currently no fan to drown out Beca's nighttime mutterings.

Beca wrinkles her nose; she'd always been one to talk in her sleep and she doesn't see how she can stop now. But Chloe's looking at her with a jutting lower lip and huge puppy eyes, so Beca has to fix the situation somehow.

Without thinking it through, she says the first thing that comes to mind: "If you can't sleep… we could have sex?"

"What did you just say?" Chloe's eyes widen, and she looks at Beca like she'd suddenly grown a second head.

"Uh," Beca gapes, panicking. She really hadn't meant to say that, something so crude that Jesse had once said to her, but it had just happened, and she knows she needs to fix it before she spends the night on the couch. "Wait, I – uh, I didn't… it just slipped –"

"Okay," Chloe replies decisively, her expression turning amused.

"What?"

"Okay," Chloe repeats. "Let's do that."

Beca can only stare mutely as Chloe moves closer to her, the sheets rustling. She's beyond surprised by Chloe's response – she was sure she was going to be yelled at for her crassness – but she's even more surprised by the hand that ghosts under her pajama shorts to cup her crotch over her underwear.

She grunts and sees a flash of white teeth in the dim room as Chloe grins at her.

"Too much?" Chloe asks sweetly as she moves to hover over Beca, her hand pressing against her firmly.

"N-no, you just –" but before she can say "surprised me," Chloe drops down to kiss her, hard. The hand against her crotch pulls away to instead slide up under her shirt, nails running gently below her breast. Chloe's mouth is relentless, her lips moving with a vigor that Beca hadn't been expecting for the middle of the night. They trail a fiery path over Beca's mouth and down to her jaw. Beca reflexively tilts her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck; she hears her own breath hitch the instant Chloe presses open-mouthed kisses against the skin there.

Beca's hands have somehow found their way to Chloe's lower back, under her shirt, and she revels in the firm muscle she feels there. Her hands clutch at Chloe and she whimpers at the feel of Chloe's tongue dragging up her neck.

"Chlo –"

Whatever she was going to say – really, she had no idea what she was going to say – is muffled when Chloe's lips land on hers again. Chloe shifts over her and Beca knows what she wants; she parts her legs to allow Chloe to slip a knee between her thighs.

Chloe smiles into the kiss at Beca's response, then nips at Beca's lower lip. Completely overwhelmed, Beca opens her mouth and there's suddenly Chloe, Chloe everywhere. A tongue is tangled with her own; fingers graze over her breast, then a whole hand covers it; soft skin on Chloe's back sears her fingertips.

The first roll of Chloe's hips into Beca's makes her jolt; the second has her groaning into Chloe's mouth, and the third makes her lift her free leg to hook over Chloe's hip, giving Chloe more access.

Without missing a beat, Chloe's hand slides away from her breast, down her stomach, and dips into Beca's shorts. And Beca knows she's already worked up, probably embarrassingly so, and she really wants nothing more than to let Chloe touch her, enter her, bring her to ecstasy, but Chloe's hand is really confined in Beca's shorts and – and they're still both fully clothed.

Beca's eyes fly open and she jerks away from Chloe with an extremely flustered, "Wait!"

Chloe looks down at her in confusion, pupils dark, lips swollen, and hair framing her face.

"We – we're still dressed," Beca manages breathlessly.

"Oh! Well, let's fix that."

Chloe rolls off her (Beca misses the contact immediately) and reaches to pull her own shirt up and over her head. Beca barely has time to appreciate that Chloe isn't wearing a bra before she feels fingers working at her own shirt; she sits up to make it easier for Chloe to take it off of her. Chloe tosses the shirt across the room haphazardly, not caring that it lands on a dresser and knocks over several bottles of lotion as her eyes land on Beca's bare chest. She reaches for Beca's shorts, but this time, Beca musters the brainpower needed to catch her hand before it can get there.

"Let me," Beca says in response to Chloe's questioning look.

Beca scoots over to the edge of the bed and stands. Her head is buzzing, numb with shock at how this whole thing turned out. She'd been kidding, really, when she'd suggested it, but she's not about to start complaining now. But Chloe has had the upper hand this whole time… she wants to change that up a little.

So, when Chloe moves to stand from the bed as well, Beca insists, "Nope, you stay there."

As she knew would happen, Chloe freezes and need washes over her expression. Beca smirks, letting smugness into the expression, and Chloe whimpers. She likes Beca in control.

And when Beca reaches to touch Chloe's ankle with a whispered "come here," Chloe can't scoot herself over fast enough. Beca watches her settle, her legs hanging over the end of the bed with Beca standing between them. Chloe makes such a beautiful vision in that moment, on her back and staring up at Beca with wide, dark eyes, one hand reaching out, the other already fisted into the sheets, that Beca almost takes a step back. It astounds her, still, that Chloe wants her so badly, loves her and trusts her enough to be this vulnerable in front of her.

She reaches down slowly to slide Chloe's shorts and underwear down, moving to the side to cast them away. She also removes her own, stepping out of the garments quickly and leaving them on the floor.

Even though this is hardly their first time, it feels like a wonderful dream as Beca drops slowly, first to her left knee, then to her right, her hands resting on Chloe's thighs. Beca's stomach swoops in anticipation at the same time Chloe props herself up on her elbows and whispers her name.

"Beca," she breathes, and it takes everything Beca has to draw out the moment rather than giving in. She presses one soft kiss to the inside of Chloe's right knee, then to her left. Chloe sighs and relaxes, laying down completely on the bed.

Beca moves a few inches higher, lips ghosting over the tops of Chloe's thighs. Chloe's toes curl and she reaches one hand down; Beca reaches up to lace their fingers together. The next instant, though, she's using her free hand, pushing gently at Chloe's thigh. Immediately, Chloe opens her legs wider. Beca's own center throbs and her stomach muscles tense at the sight.

"You look beautiful," she says reverently, and Chloe's hand tightens in hers.

"You always say that," Chloe gasps, and Beca glances up to see her eyes screwed shut tight and her free hand still tangled in the sheets.

"Well, I always mean it," whispers Beca before gently pulling her hand from Chloe's grip to drape one of Chloe's legs over her shoulder.

She sees the effect that simple movement has on Chloe, her stomach muscles jumping and hips already lifting. Beca hums her appreciation as Chloe's now-freed fingers thread into her hair. She presses her lips high on Chloe's inner thigh, running her nose along the same path. She can feel the heat coming from Chloe against her face, and she can't resist pressing a single kiss to Chloe's center.

Chloe arches with a hiss before falling back on the bed. "Stop teasing," she grunts, making Beca smile.

"As you wish," Beca says, looping her arms under Chloe's legs to anchor her hips.

Chloe starts to say something else, maybe to call Beca cheesy for the line, but she's cut off by her own strangled groan as Beca uses the new leverage to pull her open even wider. Beca knows she doesn't need anymore teasing, she can see it, so she ducks her head to press her mouth against Chloe.

The first broad lick up through folds drags a "Bec – oh," from Chloe. The second has her thighs tensing and her heel digging into Beca's back. And the third makes her hips grind into Beca's face with a deep moan.

Beca's having the time of her life. She can't really breathe, but she doesn't mind, refuses to stop her actions for something as silly as oxygen, because it would stop the noises Chloe makes. And that would be unacceptable. She watches Chloe's reactions as she swirls her tongue around, occasionally sucking on swollen, sensitive skin, purposely avoiding the point where Chloe wants her most.

"Up – Bec – up higher," Chloe gasps brokenly. Beca only hums in response, pressing into Chloe so that the vibrations can travel from her throat to Chloe's core.

She keeps going, not yet finding rhythm, only alternating between licking broad strokes and flicking her tongue around, occasionally prodding with her nose to draw deep groans from Chloe. It's not until Chloe's writhing, the hand in Beca's hair starting to claw almost painfully, that Beca attaches her mouth fully and presses her tongue inside.

"Oh – yes – shit –" Chloe pants and her thighs start to close around Beca's head, but she forces them back open with her hands. She pulls her tongue along Chloe's walls deliberately slowly before pulling out and pushing back in.

Her own core aches, begging for attention, and her jaw is starting to cramp a little, but Beca keeps going. In, out, in, out, until a particularly strong roll of Chloe's hips loosens her grip on her thighs, and Beca's completely encased in Chloe as her thighs close around her. It's only then Beca gives in, finally moving up to close her lips around Chloe's swollen bundle of nerves.

Chloe's entire body jerks and she cries out, though the sound is muffled to Beca. The hand in Beca's hair disappears, and she glances up to see it fisted in the sheets with its partner. She unhooks her left arm from Chloe's leg, bringing her hand up to push two fingers inside as she sucks on her clit. Chloe's entire body tenses, tightening and twitching around Beca's fingers. At the familiar sensation, Beca redoubles her efforts, pumping her fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing inside as she circles her tongue around Chloe's bud.

"Unh – God – Bec – don't you dare stop – right there – shit – keep going – I'm going to –"

Chloe clenches around Beca, hard enough that Beca has to slow her movements. Beca wrenches her face away so she can watch as it happens. Chloe crashes over the edge, pulsing around Beca's fingers, her thighs clamping on the hand between her legs. Beca takes in Chloe's furrowed brow, open mouth, and closed eyes, memorizing every detail as she moves her fingers gently, easing Chloe down.

When her body finally relaxes and her thighs fall open, Beca pulls out gently, wincing in sympathy when Chloe grunts at the emptiness.

Beca lifts herself off her knees – they'll probably bruise from being knelt on for so long, but she doesn't care – to lean and hover over Chloe, her hands on either side of her head as she leans down for a kiss. Chloe's eyes remain closed, but she responds eagerly to the kiss, her tongue flicking out to taste herself on Beca's lips.

Between kisses, she asks sarcastically, "So that was okay?"

Chloe smiles against her lips and whispers, "Shut up. Your head doesn't need to be any bigger."

In her second brilliant stroke of word vomit for the night, Beca fires out, "Size doesn't matter. It's how you use it."

Chloe pulls away from the kiss to look up at her, her eyes still glazed. "That… doesn't make sense."

Beca wiggles her eyebrows and replies, "I know you are but what am I?"

"Shut up."

Chloe shuffles up so that she's completely on the bed, still on her back. Beca follows, crawling with her knees on either side of Chloe's hips.

"What are you doing now?" Chloe huffs, confused.

"I thought you liked me on top," Beca says, feeling more playful than the situation (and the fire between her legs) should really warrant.

"Well, fine, then," Chloe says, reaching up and pulling Beca down and into a firm kiss.

She feels Chloe's hands move to her back, fingertips running down her spine. Chloe deepens the kiss instantly, her tongue licking into Beca's mouth and her hands clutching. Beca loses herself for an instant when Chloe lifts a thigh up into Beca's center. She grinds down on it helplessly as Chloe lifts up into her rhythmically.

Chloe nips her lip and the hands at her back scratch at her skin, making her gasp. She can't believe Chloe knows how to do these things; they never talked about how Beca likes the sting, likes some roughness, but Chloe just knows. As it has always done, Beca's body sings for Chloe like no one else.

Yet, it still surprises her when Chloe's fingers appear between her legs, immediately inside.

Beca groans, breaking the kiss and her elbows giving so that her forehead hits the pillow and her right cheek is pressed against Chloe's left. Chloe's not being delicate – she doesn't need to be – and the fingers of one hand thrust into Beca frantically while her other hand glides through folds, stroking along skin that's been throbbing since Beca first dropped to her knees. Beca tries to hold on, she really does, but then Chloe's thrusting even harder and deeper and the other hand presses against her, three fingers circling relentlessly and Beca squeezes her eyes shut and her back tenses and she comes.

For the next minute – or maybe it's an hour, or a second, she isn't sure – all she registers is wave after wave of pulsing pleasure surrounding the fingers moving inside of her. Eventually, though, her muscles give out and she relaxes, her body melting into the bed. When she opens her eyes, she's somehow on her back with no memory of how she got there and with Chloe hovering over her.

"Uh," is all she can manage.

Chloe grins at her, looking far too satisfied with herself, easing out before rolling off to lay next to her. Beca feels Chloe lace their fingers together and she holds on tight, worried that if she doesn't she'll float away.

After a minute, Chloe says casually to the ceiling, "So, I think we should do that every time one of us has trouble sleeping. And, unrelated – let's not bother getting a new window fan."

Beca only laughs; at the excellence of their sex life, at the ridiculousness of the whole situation, and at the pure, unfiltered love she has for Chloe Beale.