Beca glanced out of the window, her mind elsewhere than the paper in front of her. She waited for her dire lesson to end so she could go back to the isolation of her dorm, shut out the world with her headphones and do something worthwhile with her life, instead of learning the ways of philosophy. Turning her head to the clock perched high on the wall, she huffed a sigh in result of there being another 10 minutes left.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled as she saw the only thing that was keeping her sane from the clutches of philosophy; a svelte woman, not much older than her with wavy red hair that flowed beyond her shoulders and piercing ocean blue eyes. She sat behind a desk at the front of the class, pen in hand, attentively marking sheet after sheet. This woman was Chloe Beale, Beca's almost criminally attractive philosophy teacher. Despite the fact that Beca hated the subject, she couldn't help occasionally look forward to lessons due to the way Miss Beale would crack jokes that resulted in the cutest contagious smile Beca had ever seen.

"Ok, you guys can pack up now." Announced Miss Beale, forcing Beca back from her illusions of her, realising how long she had been staring at her teacher's delicate features. Had she noticed? Beca crammed everything back into her small backpack with no ordination and joined the back of the crowd exiting the room.

"Beca, can I have a word." She whipped around, having been almost out the classroom and faced her teacher whom had just called her. Waiting patiently for everyone else to leave, giving them an occasional awkward smile, Beca received a cheeky wind from the redhead resulting in the younger woman locking the door, leaving just the two woman in the quiet classroom, caging them in. After standing in a comfortable silence of eyes lazily gazing down each other's figure for a couple of moments, Beca initiated the first interaction. She stalked towards the taller woman who was sat on the edge of her desk awaiting Beca's arrival. Not stopping when she got to where the distance a normal person would stand from another, she carried on walking until they were inches apart; able to hear the faint breaths of one another. The brunette could see every freckle and blemish (not that she had any; her skin was flawless) on Chloe's skin at this high proximity.

"So what did you want to talk to me about Miss?" Beca asked, absentmindedly fiddling with a button on the other woman's blouse, quirking a cunning smile "And we both know full well it's not about my grades."

"And how do you know that Miss Mitchell?" Chloe responded, keeping up the teacher routine, "You could be failing for all you know."

"Well, that is possible," Beca murmured, inevitably pulling the button she was messing with out of its socket revealing the tiniest part of tanned flesh from Chloe's chest, "I am easily distracted in these lessons."

"The feelings mutual Mitchell." Chloe said playfully but truthfully.

"But it's actually about the matter of something you left at mine last night." Beca furrowed her brow at Chloe's statement.

"And what would that be?" And with that the redhead quickly connected their lips together tugging the other girl in to deepen the kiss by the sides of her arms she was fondly smoothing. Blinded by passion and the ferocity of the kiss, Beca clumsy backed them up into the whiteboard on the wall, exchanging black pen that was written upon it onto the back of Chloe's jacket. Soon the jacket along with Beca's were discarded carelessly on the floor as they roamed eachother's mouth even more. Beca throatily moaned as Chloe massaged her tongue against the brunette's. Beca disconnected their kiss, with Chloe this time moaning, but with discontent and began to suck and nibble on Chloe's pulse point sending shivers down her spine making her toss her head back in pleasure. This caused a dull thud as she had hit her head on the wall, but she didn't mind, the pain was pleasantly masked by the overwhelming sensation between her slender legs.

Beca lingered open mouth kisses over Chloe's neck as she worked on the rest of the buttons on the redheads blouse, eventually tugging it off and over her shoulders, slipping it slowly down her arms to the floor, her hands touching every bit of skin on the way. Chloe gave a throaty whimper as Beca started to knead her breasts through the thin material of her bra. But the older woman retracted her nails that were running down Beca's back and grabbed the hands perusing her breasts, pulling them down with purpose, beyond her toned stomach; ending in the place she needed them the most. She clarified her needs with a grunt.

Beca chuckled at the other woman's forwardness and dawdled her hands around the waistband of Chloe's tight black skirt. Dragging the time out even more, she looked up at the other woman and smiled as she had her eyes tightly shut preparing herself for Beca's actions or trying to control the younger woman's hands with her mind. Beca loved seeing Chloe all worked up but decided to put her out of her misery, scampering her fingers into her skirt, past her underwear and plunged a finger into the other woman - maybe she wasn't done with the teasing just yet. They both gasped as Chloe was absolutely soaked and Beca's touch took her by surprise. Not wasting anymore time as Chloe already seemed pretty close, Beca added another digit to the ministrations; thanked by a series of breathy moans from the redhead.

She turned, contorted and twisted her fingers inside the other woman pushing her closer and closer to the edge. With one last thrust of her able fingers, Chloe had reached her high and her vision went blurry and her legs went weak as she rode out her climax. Beca tugged her in to a passionate kiss suppressing her crescendo of moans and slowly exhausted the fire racing through Chloe's entire body.

This arrangement had been happening for a while now. The sneaking around making it that more exciting. It wasn't happening because they were lonely or just wanted someone to satisfy their needs; it was happening because they enjoyed the others company. For Beca the intensity and the thrill of being with Chloe whereas the redhead liked the authority she had on the younger one and the comfort of having another in her arms. But it wasn't just multi, maybe never ending hook-ups, they both cared for eachother but wouldn't yet let the other know it.

Still out of breath, Chloe straightened up her skirt and grabbed her blouse from the floor, smoothing out the creases as she buttoned it back on. Meanwhile, Beca pretty pleased with how the lesson unexpectedly panned out, combed out her racked by Chloe's fingernails hair with her hands, making herself look vaguely presentable for prying eyes.

"Thanks," the redhead cheered as Beca handed her her jacket, "I would say we should be this more often, but we already do." She winked.

"I'm not complaining." Beca replied smugly, "I'm glad I left something behind last night."

"Me too. But right now I'm late for my next class." The older woman who should be off boundaries informed, picking up sheets from her desk that were necessary for her next class. Softly she kissed Beca on the cheek and squeezed her hand tightly in hers before making her way to the door.

"You should call me. Maybe we can hang-"

"Bye Beca." Chloe exclaimed as she unlocked the door and tossed her hand up in the air as if to wave goodbye to the brunette who was left standing stunned in the empty classroom, wanting more.

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