Author's note: I have an idea of a story plot with Komissar and the end-game Bloe, but decided to keep it one-shot.
don't mind me, I needed to fix the typos D;
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect 2
The Routine
Under the pale moonlight a tent was pitched in a clearing of the woods. Staring at the tarp ceiling and listening to chirp of grasshoppers and crickets with the occasional snores , Chloe was restless. She heard the change in breathing pattern next to her, knowing Beca would be waking up soon. Propping her elbow up to get a better view, she couldn't help but admire the lunar rays that fell on Beca. The brunette's arm was midway across the mat sea between them not quite reaching the destination.
The younger girl wore a devil may care attitude like a leather worn jacket, a broody smile and tense eyebrows, but in sleep they were traded in for her softer, vulnerable younger version. She liked everything about Beca in all her moods, then her eyes stopped at Jesse's arm draped around Beca's waist, deciding that she didn't like the sight of that. Chloe brushed off the feeling before it reached danger territory that could lead to Shakespeare drama, no Bella would live that down. No matter how many aca-awkward moments she puts Beca through.
Beca was partially disorientated between wake and dream, but she could feel the familiar big blue eyes on her. Chloe quirked an eyebrow up and gave Beca a sleepy smile, swiping stray bangs off her brunette's forehead more slowly to get a better view of her eyes... wait…her brunette?
A quick flare of familiarity passed through them with Beca blushing at the memory of being asked to be the subject of Chloe's experiment and regretfully rejecting her.
"You know Chlo in social norm, staring at people while they sleep can be classified as creepy. " Beca's hoarse morning voice whispered.
"Loophole! Not if its by someone you love and lets face it Becs, you love me," Chloe teased letting her fingers comb through Beca's hair and lets it linger far more than usual.
Throwing a questioning glance at the redhead, Chloe just muffled her giggle and kissed the brunette's forehead. A routine they've had on the road, something sweet to start the day. It felt strange for both to not be spooning, to be so close and yet so far. Chloe had to keep mentally reminding herself to not roll over to Beca and cocoon herself in Beca's arms. Beca caught the redhead's hand as it caressed her face and just held it with hers. Chloe kept her eyes on her, her lips curved in sleepy contentment finally able to lull herself to sleep bit by bit.
Beca's eyes were on their clasped hands, her eyebrows started to stitch from the deepen thoughts.
Beca didn't wake up feeling completely rested. It wasn't that Jesse wasn't comfortable enough …maybe it was because Chloe was softer? Beca knows she doesn't usually initiate touch, but in sleep her hand searches for the warm curves that easily fit the palm of her hand, the safety and comfort, just the whole Chloe factor.
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