A/N: Quick disclaimer, I don't own Pitch Perfect or anything affiliated with it...
Aubrey's not quite sure how this happened but she's sure she won't regret it. If her laboured breathing and the delicious clenching of her abdomen are anything to go by she's definitely not regretting it.
"Fuck... don't stop!" she half groans half pants as her long fingers desperately clutch the mass of brown hair working diligently between her legs.
"Oh God!" Yeah, she's definitely not regretting this.
Shudders wrack her lithe frame and the blonde falls backwards supported by one elbow. Aubrey glances down through half lidded eyes and releases a whimper at the sight before her.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" the blonde cries as she falls onto her back, hands clutching desperately at the comforter trying to find purchase as she loses herself in her orgasm.
She feels the mattress dip beside her as she struggles to return her breathing to normal. "I'm not one for 'I told you so' but..." she can practically hear the brunettes smirk in her words and knows if she opens her eyes she'll see it firmly in place.
"That was-"
"Fucking hot!" the brunette cuts her off "Seriously Aubrey, when you let go you let go."
A furious blush spreads across her collarbone and up to her cheeks which is ridiculous, she thinks, as they've surely passed the point where this could be embarrassing. The blonde looks over at her bed mate and any thought she had of playing this down flies from her mind "Thank you Beca."
The DJ definitely smirks this time and the blonde rolls her eyes. Beca lets out a small breath of a laugh as her smirk blooms into a genuine smile "Anytime Bree, I told you, you just need to relax."