A/N: Hi everyone! Here is my next Bechloe fanfic :) This is a collaboration I am working on with sugarlandaddict23. This will be a multi-chapter fic based off of the song "Like I'm Gonna Lose You" by Meaghan Trainor ft. John Legend. It's going to be in canon with PP2 in regards to the time line. Please leave reviews and follow! The whole story is planned out already and we're obsessed with it, so we hope you feel the same!
Rated T: strong and suggestive language
*I do not own Pitch Perfect-All rights go to those that do!*
Chloe falls to my side panting hard as she pulls the sheet up and over her chest. I turn to look at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she's placed her hand over the creases on her forehead. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. I study her intently as she continues to come down from her high. She's so beautiful I can't even stand it. Even when she appears absolutely tortured with pleasure. I can't help but smile proudly because I did that. I made her feel that way.
She pushes out a long sigh. "Holy shit, Beca. That was amazing," she breathes. She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling.
"I told you, Beale, I am the master," I say, feeling confident and gratified.
"I'm not even gonna argue," she responds, turning her head slightly to look at me. I can feel my chest constrict and I start going light headed from lack of oxygen. Those gorgeous blue eyes get me every time.
Leaning in, I kiss her softly on her swollen red lips. "You are so insanely beautiful," I whisper, pushing a stray auburn lock away from her face. "How did I ever get so lucky?"
She smiles back at me and my heart skips a few beats, then takes off racing. "I think I'm the lucky one," she says. "The way you perform in bed…" she trails off, sending a wink in my direction.
"Always with your mind in the gutter, Beale. Here I am trying to be all cute and shit..."
She rolls her eyes and we both laugh. She wraps her arm around my waist pulling me closer to her, and I bury my face into her hair. It smells like coconuts and hibiscus. Whatever that even smells like. I just know that's the scent of her shampoo and there's this subtle hint of something extra and fresh that I just assume is what a hibiscus smells like. I take in two long, exaggerated lungful's, and let them out harshly. Chloe giggles softly in my ear.
"You're so weird," she says, pushing me away.
"Says the girl that likes to stick her finger in my belly button," I retort, rolling onto my back and giving her a look of clear judgement.
"I can't help it, it's just so fun!" She squeals, reaching over and plunging her finger directly into my belly button, causing me to yelp.
"Gahh, Chloe! I told you it feels so weird!" I yell, frantically trying to remove her wiggling finger from poking my insides, but God, she's so damn strong!
She pulls away and her hands move to my sides as she begins to tickle me, knowing my abdomen and feet are my most sensitive areas.
"Stop! Chloe! Stop!" I'm crying, barely able to breathe now, and she's laughing maniacally as she flips herself over and straddles my hips. When I'm able to, I grab her wrists and try to steady them. Only then does she stop, slowing her movements as she ghosts her fingers across my lower abdomen.
Her smile softens, but it's still there. And, even though I'm mad at her for attacking me like that, I can't help but fall in love with her even more as she stares down at me with those desire-filled eyes, her fiery red hair falling eccentrically around her face. She shakes her hands free from my death grip I didn't realize I was still holding, and reaches up wiping at the streaks of tears under my eyes.
"I love you," she whispers, and I smile softly back at her as another tear falls from my eyes. This time, it's one of happiness. I reach up, wrapping my hands around the back of her neck and pulling her down into a heated kiss.
Pulling away for air, I say, "I love you so much, Chloe. Please don't ever leave me."
She leans in and pecks my lips over and over again. "I'm never going anywhere, Beca Mitchell. You're my whole world; my everything. I need you forever and ever—"
"—Aaaa-men!" I interject, instantly regretting it after realizing I just ruined the moment, something I'm apparently really good at. But, she just laughs at me and leans in kissing my lips again softly.
"In all seriousness, Chlo, I don't think I could love anyone or anything more than I love you." I reach up and hold her face with both hands trying to drive the point across as a brush my thumbs over her cheeks. "I love you more than life itself. I would be so lost in this world without you."
"I know," she mutters, barely audible. "Because I would be, too, Beca."
She kisses me quickly, then falls back down beside me and rests her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms over my stomach. Within what feels like seconds, her breathing evens out and shallows, and her head feels heavier, suggesting she's fallen asleep. I lean down to kiss the top of her head and run my fingers through her hair. I settle back into the pillow and allow my mind to wander.
It's now my senior year at Barden and Chloe and I have been dating since last spring. She's intentionally failed Russian Lit three times to stay a Bella. At least that's what she tells everyone, but I'm now convinced it was solely to try and get in my pants. I actually had no idea the redhead had the hots for me until she drunkenly attacked me coming home from a party last year.
I remember it so vividly. All the girls were walking back to the Bella house after a night out and Chloe was all over me, like usual. No one ever thought anything of it because that's just how the redhead had always been. She hasn't the slightest idea of what personal boundaries are, and after being with her basically every day and sharing a room for the past three years, I learned to just go with it.
So, we're headed back to the house and she had her arm linked through mine, with her shoes in her other hand, stumbling around like—well, like a drunk. I had my hands in my pockets and was dragging her along when she abruptly stopped in the middle of the road tugging at my arm, causing my hand to yank out of my pocket as I kept walking. It actually kind of hurt, so I started rubbing the top of my hand wondering if it was going to bruise (it did).
"What the hell are you doing, Chloe?" I asked her. She was just standing there staring at me with this crazed look on her face. Her hair was all disheveled from jumping around on the dance floor all night, only adding to the madness. I walked backwards putting a good six feet between us because she looked like she was about to pounce on me. Chloe's done many things over the years that made me question her sanity, but tackling me had yet to be added to the list.
"Chloe? Seriously, what's wrong with you? That fuckin' hurt, dude" I said still rubbing the back of my hand. Maybe I was milking it a little.
All of a sudden she sprung forward giving me no time to react. She slammed into me like a Mack truck and completely swept my feet out from under me, knocking me to the ground and falling on top of me. The rest of the Bella's were standing around laughing at us, but I honestly couldn't see anything but her in that moment.
Her face was so close to mine. I couldn't slow my heart down. I knew she felt it, and I remember wondering what she was thinking about doing when she tackled me, because I could feel her heart racing against my own, too. I'm not sure what compelled me to do what I did next. Maybe it was the way her eyes softened and her pupils dilated, darting between my lips and eyes, or maybe it was the way she bit her lip as all of this was happening. And maybe I was just drunk, but it happened.
Without hesitating, I leaned in and kissed her. What the hell was I doing? I had no idea, and I wasn't sure I really cared, but as our lips connected, my mind turned to thoughts of what this meant for our friendship. I probably just threw it all out the window. But, not just any window. One from the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building.
I was so caught up in the thoughts of throwing myself off of said building that I didn't realize how long we had been kissing, and that she was now kissing me back. I was tugged from those thoughts when her soft tongue gently brushed across my bottom lip. I granted her access and deepened the kiss, entangling my hands through her hair.
I remember hearing gasps coming from around us, and Stacie telling us to get a room, but I don't know how long we stayed on the front lawn of that sorority, because by the time we came up for air, all the girls were gone and it was just us.
"What just happened?" I asked her.
"Well, silly head, that was a kiss," she said, poking my nose.
I just raised my eyebrow and gave her my signature smirk. "I'm aware what is was," I said. "I'm just not sure what it means." I pushed her hair away from her face, revealing her crystal blue eyes.
"Well, it doesn't change anything in a bad way, if that's what you're asking." She smiled timidly down at me.
I started to sit up and she not-so-gracefully pulled herself off of me. She helped me to my feet, almost falling back down at least three times in the process. We giggled at how much of a mess we both were. I brushed broken leaves and dirt off of my back side and looked back to her staring at me expectedly.
"Should we talk about this?" I asked.
"What's there to talk about, Becs? I like you and it's obvious you like me, too." She answered as we started walking back towards the house.
With this response I felt it was safe, so I reached out and grabbed her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. We had held hands before, but never like this, and my heart smiled at how well they fit together.
"So… is this like a thing now? Me and you?" I asked slowly, motioning my free hand between us.
Chuckling, she replied, "Beca, I think we've always been a thing. I think we're the only ones that weren't aware. We're both just cognizant of it now."
"Yikes, that's a big word for drunk Beale. I don't want you to hurt that pretty little brain of yours," I joked, knocking on the side of her head.
"Shut up," she said, pushing me with her free hand, but never breaking contact with mine. "As if it's my brain you're after," she winked at me.
"Hey, I'm not that shallow!" I exclaim, slightly offended.
She smiled brightly at me and said "I know, Becs." Then she got serious, "But, if you need confirmation, I'm gonna say we're together now. I mean, if that's what you want?"
I bit my lip trying not to show how excited I was to finally know the feelings I had pulsing through my veins for the past three years were mutual.
"I've never wanted anything more." I said, stopping us dead in our tracks in front of the Bella house and pulling her in for another kiss. It was heated and passionate, and a little easier now that she wasn't crushing my rib cage.
She pulled back and looked down at a hypothetical watch on her wrist. I looked at her in confusion.
"It's definitely after midnight now meaning it's officially April 12th, 2014." She smiled.
"I don't understand," I said.
"I just want to remember this day for the rest of my life," she said. "The day I made badass Beca Mitchell my girlfriend."
I just laughed at her girly antics, grabbed her hand and dragged her inside.
That was the first night we made love. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more.
I look down now at the tufts of red hair sprawled across my chest and the outline of her soft facial features as she's peacefully sleeping. I smile and kiss her forehead. I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
A/N: Let me know what you think so far! The next chapter should be up soon.
Stay weird :)