Here will be a gathering of all my Bechloe one-shots, or shorter stories (not including the place I have for my "Beca as actor Anna Kendrick AU") that I have going on.
Note on my naming system. It's in:
(Rating Condition Timing)
Rating: Pretty obvious. I guarantee some will have smut.
Condition: Either EST for established (as in, they are currently already dating/engaged/married) or FORM, as in a story showing them getting together.
Timing: Where it takes place within the Pitch Perfect timeline, or alternatively, AU.
"Jesus Chlo!" Beca cried out. "You do realize that we're only gone for like four days right?" She huffed trying to hoist the redheads very heavy bag on her back while pulling her tiny suitcase behind. "It's only your parents house so they probably have most of what we need."
"I just brought the essentials." Chloe merely shrugged at her girlfriend, not once loosing the gleam in her eye, or the jittery excitement radiating off her.
"The essentials..." Beca muttered under her breath.
Every year on this particular weekend Chloe's family would spent together. It was tradition. Chloe loved how unique it was to her family, the week not meaning anything to anyone else. This year she was bringing Beca along too. Beca liked the Beales, a warm and friendly bunch. She met them one holiday soon after they had started dating at the end of freshman year. Now it was early in her junior year and she would never admit out loud, but part of her was looking forward to joining the family this weekend.
However, their absence was going to put the entirety of the Bellas at home without their faithful captains. Beca tried not to think of what might possibly happen while they were gone.
They reached the bottom floor where all the Bella's descended on them in a cacauphonny of individualized farewells.
"Bye guys!"
Some hands - Beca would never be able to work out whose in this chaos - reached out and grabbed the bags from Beca's hands and carried them out to the car.
"Bye Aca-Moms!"
"Later Bitches!"
"Chloe don't wear Dad out too much while you're away, we DO still have the semis when you get back." A voice of reason sounded.
The Bellas long since started thinking and referring to the girls as their "parents", at least in the aca-/university sense. Ocassionaly they were both moms, but sometimes they jokingly referred to Beca as the dad. With her dad jokes, chivalry and the ways she treated Chloe like a gentleman, a sheer will to ignore that any of the girls might be less than pure, her fierce protection and her reluctance to make hastily emotional decisions proved her perfect for the role. But those are tales for another time.
Another person slapped the last speaker. "What are you talking about? The more they get it out of their system now when they're gone, the less we have to hear it happening later."
"Chloe! I thought you said they couldn't hear us anymore!" Beca shrieked and flushed a bright red, turning on her girlfriend.
"What can I say Becs? We're fucking hot together." Chloe shrugged innocently, completely unbothered.
Beca groaned.
"It's so cute when you come out all clueless trying to act like they don't all know exactly what we were up to."
"Oh my god, we are leaving now." She turned even more red, as if that was possible, beginning to mutter, trying to get Chloe to leave.
They all said their final goodbyes while Beca was tugging Chloe out the door. She leaned back in threatening to call Aubrey and set her on them if they did anything stupid or dangerous while they were gone. A very effective threat. By now even Flo was aware of the danger that posed.
And they were off.
The third day of the trip was mostly a relaxing one. Beca was fiddling around with a song on the Beale family piano when Chloe walked in the living room.
"I'm giving you a massage Becs." She announced, chest puffed out confidently.
Beca raised her eyebrow up at Chloe.
"Yeah! My mother is a masseuse and we have a whole room dedicated to it. I learned a few things growing up... it's been years since I've had a client tho."
"That makes me feel better." Beca deadpanned. But, who was she to deny having Chloe's hands on her body? That wasn't something Beca could ever do, even if she wanted to.
"Shut up, it'll be great, you'll love it. I'll get the room ready, be ready in about 20 minutes."
About that long and Beca was just working out the second pre-chorus. Her phone buzzed.
When they got to Chloe's parents place, Beca had quickly changed Chloe's name in her phone from "Crazy Hot & Sexy Redhead" to "Totally platonic (Mr. Beale, I swear I'm not fucking your daughter) redhead." A bit long winded, and also a bit of a lie, but you never know what might happen with Chloe. Beca didn't want Mr. Beale to spy her phone lighting up with a text and get the wrong idea. Or like... focus on the fact that Beca deflowered his child. Regularly. Better safe than sorry.
Totally platonic (Mr. Beale, I swear I'm not fucking your daughter) redhead: Ready! Go out the front door and knock.
Beca: Seriously Chloe?
Chloe sent back a picture of herself with a very stern look on her face. Beca huffed and did as she asked. She knocked on the door and heard Chloe stand up from somewhere deeper in the house.
"Coming!" as if she literally didn't know that Beca would knock right then.
"Hello! Miss. Mitchell! Pleasure to see you again, as always, please come in."
"Uh Chlo?" Beca scoffed at Chloe's little act grumbling a bit until Chloe shushed her. Beca decided to play along. She gathered up all of her fake gusto and drama. She adopted a serious, more formal tone. "Call me Beca, please. How many times Miss. Beale do I have to tell you to call me that?"
"Beca, hi. You can call me Chloe." Chloe beamed at her. "Right this way."
Chloe guided Beca through the already familiar halls and up the stairs. While she did that, she asked the brunette.
"Are there any particularly sore muscles? Or did you just schedule this as a regular appointment."
"Actually, my left shoulder, along with my wrist, has been pretty sore and tight lately. See, I have this super hot girlfriend who I just can't seem to resist and those muscles get quite a work out. Often." Beca winked. "Maybe I should stop."
"Mmmm. No, no, no." Chloe tutted. "We wouldn't want that. We'll just have to work on those muscles right now, get them all good to go."
Beca stepped in the room and let out a low whistle. The small room was decorated and styled to look Edwardian. It was painted a deep, royal and soothing red and had high mouldings. The most prominent item in the small space was the massage table, the only other things being a small desk with a whole bunch of vials, a Kleenex box and Chloe's phone, there was a garbage can and a few hooks for clothes. The phone was playing a very soothing part-nature part-instrumental playlist. The room was filled with the smell of the essential oils sitting on the little desk.
"Alright Beca, so today I'm going to have you strip down to only your underwear, no bra. If any jewelry is going to get in the way, remove it and put it in this bowl." She opened a desk drawer until she found a small decorative bowl and placed it on the table. "Lay down on your stomach, covered with the blankets.
Beca moved to remove her clothes and chuckled when Chloe left the room for that, throwing out a "I'll be back in a few minutes." behind her.
Beca stripped and slipped under the covers. She blankets had clearly been heated up in advance. Underneath her hips was a pillow which was also extremely warm. Beca vaguely wondered how in hell does one warm a pillow up. She closed her eyes and sighed with content. The soft and heated blankets felt like heaven, warming her up in just the right way. A few minutes later there was a polite knock and Chloe called out "Beca? Are you ready?"
Chloe opened the door on Beca's reply in the form of a grunt.
Chloe toed in, and set to work.
First she poured the essential oils on her hand, a blend that was for "relaxation" as she explained to her client. She held her hands underneath the little headpiece with the hole in it and directed Beca to breath in deeply. She then started on Beca's back. She rubbed the oils into the skin, then started using the various techniques on her muscles. She found quite a lot of tight and tender or stiff muscles, and she slowly started to massage them all out.
Beca sighed feeling Chloe's hands on her back. She was unsure there was anything better than this right now. The place smelled so incredibly nice, the sounds were comforting her, and the sheets were so so SO warm. Her beautiful girlfriend, although she couldn't see her, was standing right over her, it was just the two of them. Chloe's soft and electrifying hands were skillfully working her muscles. Frequently Chloe would hit on something particularly tense and it would feel all tingly. And not in the way Chloe's touch usually made her feel tingly. Although, there was a bit of that happening too. But the way Chloe was touching her, it wasn't to start something. Her movements had purpose, but not the same they normally did when they were so attentively sliding over her skin. They were slower as well, paying careful attention to every spot and every muscle, working it out thoroughly before moving on.
The minutes passed quickly, not that Beca was paying any attention. Time seemed to drift away, along with her thoughts. She would have expected to do some thinking, maybe about mixes, a new set list, or the Bellas or even just life in general, but her thoughts all ceased. Her mind stopped running and simply existed, it's only job being to take in the sensations happening around her, the touches, feeling, and scents.
Beca found that it felt nice just to have someone pay attention to every part of her body, not in a sexual way, but just because. The action was almost as loving, if not more so, than a good fuck. Or even a slow, tender and loving one.
When Chloe moved and started working on Beca's feet she couldn't help but twitch, multiple times, to which Chloe chuckled at. It felt way too weird when Chloe was massaging out a few muscles on the foot, particularly the left foot. That one was always sensitive or would hurt just a bit if she pushed too hard in practice or when she did Chloe's mandatory cardio regime. Like, the kind at the gym. The one all the Bellas did, that one. Not that OTHER one.
She spent a good chunk of time on Beca's left shoulder and wrist. As promised. She thoroughly went over and over the areas until they went from all tight and tender to the point they were loose and tingly. She didn't stop there, continuing to make absolutely sure the muscles in her arm and wrist were 100% good.
Next she directed Beca to flip over underneath the sheet, working softly on her shoulders from the front. At one point she stopped abruptly and started a detour, trailing her fingers down and over Beca's abs and up a little, lightly pressing and rubbing over Beca's breasts. Her eyes darkening slightly as she gave in to the temptation. She went up and resumed on Beca's shoulders, preparing to move on to Beca's neck next when Beca raised her head up and tried pulling Chloe in for a kiss.
Their lips barely brushed together when she pulled back, admonishing Beca. "Ah ah ah Beca. We're keeping things professional here."
"Oh right, so this?" Beca softly gestured to her exposed torso and chest, "is what you call professional?" Chloe looked and saw Beca's wonderfully generous breasts with the nipples still standing to attention. "You fondle all your clients?" Beca's sarcasm was noticeably weaker, she was remotely out of it from the heavenly experience that was happening.
"Oh no, that was a special package just for you." She winked. "Don't worry, your girlfriend's got you covered."
Chloe focused on the last few places that needed a bit of tweaking and adjustment and then she spoke up.
"Alright! I think that's about time. When I'm gone you may retrieve your things. Your wonderful girlfriend made some arrangements beforehand about payment, so you're good to go!"
When Beca heard Chloe shut the door she breathed out, savouring the moment just a bit longer. Eventually she stumbled to her clothes and limply pulled on the bare necessities, mindful of the fact that she was still at her girlfriend's parents house.
Back in their room Chloe looked up from the book she was reading intently to see Beca trying to stumble to the bed, everything still singing and feeling much like goo.
"You have a good massage?"
"Mmmm. Mhmm." Beca replied weakly, curling up into Chloe. She began to stroke her fingers through Beca's hair, and that is when Beca slowly started drifting off.
Just some sweet Bechloe fluff for you. Side of sex referances, etc.
Thank you to the guest who pointed out that Beca is in fact a lefty. I feel like that is something I should totally have known already after all this time haha... but yeah rewatching some clips, she does appear to be left handed. Plus, Anna Kendrick is a lefty, so there we go! Confirmation that Beca Mitchell is in fact left handed. I'll have to remember this.
This was inspired when I recently went for a massage. Yay for free Canadian health care. With my health plan, I get a certain amount every year that I can spend on massages for free. Anyways besides politics, I started thinking about as great as getting a massage is, just how much better would it be if it was done by your hot & loving girlfriend? It could be so intimate. Would anything be better than that?
Flustering Beca is always added points, as well as the Bella's commentary on Beca and Chloe's relationship.
