Imagine your OTP: Person A just came home from a long and stressful day of work, and their body is aching really badly, Person B greets them and tells Person A to run a hot bath and that they'll be up with them in a bit. After Person A has filled the bathtub and got in it, Person B walks in and kneels behind the bathtub and massages Person A's shoulders and neck, they also lean forward at some points to give them a kiss on Person A's shoulder or cheek.
Beca lay on the sofa and looked anxiously at the clock, feeling her stomach rumble and beg her to start making dinner. She resisted the urge to go into the kitchen and put the lasagne she had spent all afternoon making in the oven, and decided to wait until Chloe got home from work. However it was getting harder and harder to wait, as she was already two hours late. She flicked the page over of the music magazine she was reading and tried to distract herself by reading up on the latest band break up.
Eventually she heard the sound of the front door swing open and jumped to her feet, relieved that she could finally heat their dinner up. "Thank god, I'm absolutely starving," she called out and wandered into the hallway. Just as she was about to make a joke about having to eat her own hand, she stopped herself when she saw Chloe hang up her coat exhaustedly. "Chloe… what's wrong?" Those three words were enough to make the tears that Chloe had held back for the past hour spill down her face uncontrollably. Instinctively Beca moved at the speed of light and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, cradling her head on her shoulder.
Once Chloe's sobs had subsided Beca pulled away and looked sensitively into her eyes, wiping the tears away from her cheeks. "Dinner can wait. Go upstairs and run a bath, I'll be up in a moment," she said, and Chloe nodded before heading wearily upstairs. Beca walked into the kitchen and cling-filmed the lasagne, and then pushed it to the side in the hope of returning to it later. She wondered what could have happened at work to make Chloe so upset – she was a music therapist and worked with people such as burn victims who needed something good back in their life. That was one of the many reasons why Beca loved her so much.
Without wasting any more time Beca jogged up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Come in," Chloe said quietly, and Beca pushed the door open slowly. She walked over to the bath at the side of the room where Chloe was resting with bubbles up to her neck, and knelt in the small space between the back of the bath and the wall. Chloe sat up slightly so her collarbone was just above the waterline, and Beca gently placed her hands on the redhead's shoulders and started to give her a massage. Chloe's eyes drifted shut and her head rolled back, feeling a sense of peace for the first time that day. "Do you want to talk about it?" Beca asked, and eventually Chloe replied with a soft and slightly hoarse voice.
"That fifteen year old boy I was working with – the one with acid burns to his face, his parents don't want me to work with him anymore. We were making real progress: he finally started to talk last week, and had pretty much mastered the song I was teaching him to play on the guitar. But then his parents, who are devout Catholics, found out that I wasn't playing enough 'worship music' to him and are convinced I'm trying to convert him out of his faith. They pulled him off my service yesterday, and then spent all of today complaining that he was appearing 'depressed'. They're trying to file an official complaint that I made their son worse, which of course is bullshit and my boss knows it, but that's why I was late home – because we were trying to convince them to drop the complaint. I know I shouldn't get so worked up or even cry over this but…" Chloe took in a sharp breath as tears threatened to spill out her eyes again, and Beca wrapped her arms around her chest and rested her head on Chloe's shoulder.
"Shh… It's okay. You can get worked up about it – you are allowed to have bad days believe it or not," Beca said and placed a kiss on Chloe's cheek.
"I know. I'm just tired and spent the whole day wishing you were with me."
"I'm here now," Beca whispered, placing another kiss on Chloe's shoulder. "I'm here now," she repeated and slowly rocked Chloe in her arms.