AN. Based on the song Starring Role by Marina and the Diamonds. Prompted by Erica (silybiknow). Also total smut fest and a lot of angst.
Teeth scrape along Chloe's collarbone before harshly sucking down on it. She pants, her hands gripping brown hair, keeping her there. Clumsy hands find their way to her tits, kneading them, rolling the hardened buds between deft fingers. Lips leave her collarbone and kiss every inch of skin until they reach a nipple, which they bite playfully. Chloe moans and arches her chest towards the mouth.
Beca smirks before moving to take the right nipple in her mouth, sucking gently. Her other hand attends to the left. Her tongue swipes the bud before moving to the other one, her hand quick to continue the job. She does the same to the left tit, only sucking harder and biting harsher.
Chloe's grip on her hair tightens and she hisses, closing her eyes at the sensation. "God," she feels her cunt throbbing and she tries to push Beca's head over to where she needs it the most. "Please," she pleads.
She feels her smirk against her skin, "Please what?"
Chloe groans and arches her back when Beca flicks the nub with her tongue, "Please eat me."
"Well since you asked so nicely," she kisses her way down until she reaches the other girl's wetness. She flicks the clit once, "God, you are so wet."
Chloe can't breathe, let alone talk. She grunts in response and pushes Beca's head down further, needing more, always needing more.
Beca chuckles, "Impatient, aren't we?"
"Please just stop teasing and eat me already."
She hums against her skin, making Chloe's breath hitch, her fingers curl around a thigh and slowly inches its way between her legs. Her teeth take Chloe's clit between her lips as she plunges two fingers into her warmth. "Fuck!" Chloe abandons her hair and takes to gripping the sheets, closing her eyes.
Beca continuously flicks her clit with her tongue while her fingers pump in and out. Chloe groans and after a while pants, "More. Please."
Beca adds a third finger and thrusts faster.
Chloe arches her back and grips the sheets tighter, "Fuck, I am so close. Just…harder."
Beca adjusts position of her fingers and thrusts deeper and harder, curling her fingers. "Holy fuck! Just a little bit more." When Beca takes her clit between her teeth and bites down, Chloe is gone. She sees stars explode behind her eyes as her back, once again, arches off the bed, Beca's fingers still plunging in her helping her ride out her orgasm.
When she finally gets down from her high, she collapses unto the mattress, struggling to find her breath. She feels Beca kiss her way back up and offers her fingers to Chloe who eyes them and tentatively takes them in her mouth. She moans when her tongue makes contact with her own wetness, sucking on each finger until she licks them all clean.
Beca looks at her through hooded eyelids, her eyes so dark they're almost completely black. Her gaze just makes Chloe wet again. She takes the hand in hers and intertwines their fingers, "Do you want me to return the favour?"
Beca nods once and Chloe flips them over, effectively straddling her and grinding her hips into Beca's core. She moans and grips Chloe's hips, bucking her own up. Her mouth is open as she pants and her head falls to the side, almost spent. Her eyes fall on the alarm clock on Chloe's bedside table and-
"Shit!" she suddenly exclaims. And it wasn't out of pleasure.
Chloe stops abruptly and tilts her head, "Is something wrong? Do you want to speed things up or-"
Beca shakes her head, "It's 2 AM, Kimmy Jin is gonna kill me when I sneak in."
Chloe bits her lower lip, "Well, why don't you just, I don't know, stay here?"
Beca drops her gaze from Chloe's eyes and says, "Chloe, you know I can't."
Chloe hangs her head dejectedly and gets off of Beca to lie beside her, "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry I suggested it. You should- you should go."
Beca looks at her in a look that might mean 'I don't want to go' or 'I'm sorry' but ultimately, all she does is get up and start collecting her clothes.
Chloe reaches over the side of the bed to pick up the blanket they carelessly threw down hours before and drapes it over herself, moving to lie on her side facing away from the door.
She hears the door open and light floods her room. She feels Beca's gaze on her and she hears the sigh that escapes as she moves and the door closes.
She closes her eyes and tries to get some sleep, ignoring the way that her heart is unfortunately beating in her chest.
Bellas practices aren't awkward at all. She's aware this shouldn't be the case but when an arrangement is formed you have to commit to it. At least, you know, try to.
But God help her if she doesn't go out of her way to connect with her. At every possible chance, she touches her. Meaningful little touches that shouldn't mean anything, but tell an entire story. She knows she shouldn't be doing it, shouldn't be craving her skin or her touch or her attention; but she does and she can't stop it.
The reason why practices aren't awkward is because she refuses them to be awkward. The minute Beca becomes standoff-ish (more than usual, that is) she reels her back in (or at least she tries). After all, if she doesn't try, Beca wouldn't even be talking to her, let alone stay in the same room as her. She's trying so hard to make this "friendship" work, even if it's just her way of ensuring that she gets at least some interaction with her.
Aubrey, God bless her soul, notices this about her best friend immediately. "Why do you do that?" she asks one day after Bellas practice, after she catches Chloe looking at Beca's ass as she walks away.
She shifts her attention to Aubrey, "Do what?"
"Torture yourself like that?"
She shrugs nonchalantly, "I'm not torturing myself." And she grabs her bag as she makes her way out of the auditorium.
"Yes, you are. You actually like her," Aubrey follows her out.
"I like everyone."
"You know what I mean, Chloe."
"No, actually, I don't."
"Damn it, Chlo," Aubrey grabs hold of Chloe's arm and pulls on it to make her face her. "Don't shut me out. Just talk to me."
Chloe sighs, "There's nothing to talk about. She's just one of my casual lays, ok?"
"You don't usually ask your casual lays to stay after a 'session'."
Chloe freezes and her eyebrows bunch together.
"I heard you yesterday. I didn't mean to! It's just that the walls in our apartment are just thin and I kind of hear a lot of things. I'm sorry," she explains hurriedly.
"So all this time you've been…"
"NO! I'm not a pervert or anything. I have these earplugs whenever you have guests over but yesterday I didn't have them on when I was getting water and I overheard you guys just as you said it. I didn't hear any of the…other stuff," she says with a light blush on her cheeks.
Chloe looks away, "You should've have been eavesdropping. That conversation was private."
"Chloe-"
"No, just stop it, Aubrey! What I decide to do with my life is none of your business," she says, forcefully pulling away from Aubrey's grasp on her arm.
Aubrey is taken aback by Chloe's aggressiveness. "I'm just trying to protect you," she tries, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Chloe takes in a deep breath, "I know. And I'm sorry, you're right. But I don't want to talk about any of…this."
Aubrey nods and squeezes her shoulder, "I'm here for you, Chlo. No matter what you do." And then she moves in for a hug.
Chloe hugs her back and burrows her head into the taller girl's shoulder, "Thanks, Bree."
"Anytime, Chlo."
Chloe's on the quad, studying for a test she doesn't really need to study for. But she finds that she needs to occupy herself so she can stop thinking about everything. About Aubrey, about her feelings, about Beca. She just really needs to stop thinking.
'Don't think.'
She frowns and stops reading when she realizes she's been reading the same paragraph for five minutes now. She sighs and takes to lying down on the grass instead.
She puts her hands behind her head and closes her eyes, really needing all the rest she could get. She also probably needed to actually talk about this so she'd stop losing so much sleep over it. Great, now she wishes she actually took Aubrey up on that offer.
She sighs and sits up; everything is just messing with her head lately. This wasn't supposed to happen to her, none of this was making any sense. Chloe, even with her bubbly, talkative, over-emotional personality, did not like to deal with things that had to do with…dare she actually say it, love.
She takes a quick look at her phone and starts packing her stuff when she sees nothing there. She starts getting up and walking away when she notices someone across the quad; in all her gloomy-presence-and-dark-makeup glory, Beca.
Suddenly, all she can focus on is her. Her senses go on overload just on the sight of her and she's suddenly very aware that her heart is beating in her chest. Stupid fucking heart.
And then, just as suddenly, the senses stop. Because then Jesse is there and he throws her a juice pack and he brings out a blanket and a (goddamn) candle. And she's lost. She's so lost and her heart is slowly breaking because Beca is smiling at him and laughing at him and she knows that she will never have that with her.
She glances down at her phone again and sees no new messages. Tears threaten to escape her eyes as she hurriedly power walks (almost runs) out of the quad.
Her 'Are you busy?' text to Beca an hour ago is still unanswered.
She's sitting Aubrey's headboard, softly crying into her best friend's shirt and clinging to it for dear life. Aubrey's drawing soothing circles across her back, softly shushing her. "She *sniff* chose him. And she'll a-always choose him."
A pregnant pause fills the air and then, "Maybe that's for the best."
Chloe looks up at her confusedly, wipes away her tears and pulls away, "What do you mean?"
Aubrey looks at her apologetically, "I just don't like her for you."
Chloe crosses her arms and scoots away, "You're just saying that because you don't like her."
Aubrey nods almost imperceptibly, "You're right. I don't like her. I especially don't like her right now."
"You don't even know her."
"I know she has a toner for Jesse. And I know she's breaking your heart when it's not even hers to break. Stop defending her! As a matter of fact, stop seeing her altogether."
Chloe throws her hands up as tears prickle her eyes again, "I can't, ok? I- I think I might be in love with her." And she breaks into fresh tears.
Aubrey's expression softens, "Oh, Chloe." She scoots over to her and wraps her arms around her best friend. Chloe immediately leans into the embrace and wraps her arms around Aubrey's waist, crying into her shirt again.
They spend the whole night like that even after Chloe's tears manage to stop.
She knows she shouldn't want this as much as she should, shouldn't feel like she needs it to live; she shouldn't crave it every day.
But even though she knew it, she really didn't want to put any of them into practice.
Which places her right back where Aubrey warned her not to go: in Beca's arms. Or to be more exact, on top of Beca, her hand slowly inching its way into her lacy underwear. They're both naked except for that one article of clothing.
Beca tracks its progress with her eyes, her hands itching to grab the hand and speed up the process, "Chloe."
"What?" she smirks.
"Hurry up," she demands.
Chloe stops her hand from moving forward and traces patterns over her navel, "Hmmm, let me think about it."
Beca groans, "Chloe, please."
Chloe smirks deviously, leans in to nibble on her earlobe before whispering in her ear, "Please what?"
She can almost feel the eye roll Beca is doing right now. "I'm not doing this."
Chloe squeezes her hips with her other hand, "It'll make things easier if you just say it."
Beca arches her back into Chloe, raking her nails down her back, "Please, just…"
Chloe moans at the sensation of Beca's nails, "Just what? Say it properly, babe."
"God, just, ugh, fuck me."
"Hmmm, you know what? I don't think so," she teases, whispering in her ear before moving down to press kisses all over Beca's neck.
Beca lets out a strangled sound of frustration, "If you don't do something soon, I will."
Chloe stops and moves up to look into Beca's eyes which are so dark with want and lust. "Show me."
Beca is taken aback, "Wha- that was a joke."
"I'm not touching you until you touch yourself," she says firmly.
Beca whimpers and then, without taking her eyes off of Chloe's, moves her right hand downwards. Chloe breaks their eye contact to track the hand disappearing into Beca's underwear, groaning when she realizes she didn't even bother to take the piece of clothing off. The hand in her panties starts moving and she is transfixed by the movement in there. "God," is softly uttered from Beca. Chloe tears her gaze away to take in Beca's closed eyes and open mouth.
"What are you thinking about?"
"You-your fingers. I-I wish they were in me right now," she stutters out, panting between each word.
"What about when you're alone at night? Do you touch yourself wishing it were me?"
Beca whimpers and closes her eyes. Chloe is having none of that and reaches out to still Beca's hand. Beca groans and tries moving again but Chloe maintains a firm grip, "You're not continuing until you answer the question."
Beca's eyebrows knit together and she seemingly struggles to find the right words to say until, "Fine! God, yes. When I'm alone at night and I think of you, I usually get so wet I don't even need to tease myself."
For some reason, Chloe's heart swells at the confession and she wears the biggest shit eating grin on her face before letting go of Beca's hand and letting her get on with it. She kisses her with a passion, trying to convey all the thoughts she can't voice out and she swipes at her bottom lip, begging for entrance which Beca grants almost immediately. Their tongues slide against one another as Chloe's hand moves lower and lower, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
One of them moans, she's not sure which one of them did but she finds that she doesn't care when her hand finally reaches the top of Beca's underwear. She teases the hem of it and pulls away from Beca's mouth to ask, "Are you close?" to which Beca just nods.
"Scream my name when you come," Chloe smirks and then unceremoniously thrusts her hand in her panties, finding her clit and pinching it.
"CHLOE!" she screams as her back arches off the bed. Chloe is still rubbing circles on her clit, helping her ride out her high.
Beca's breathing gradually evens out and her body falls into a heap on the mattress, Chloe pulls her fingers away from her clit and reaches down to pull out Beca's fingers from her core, pulling them towards her mouth and licking them all clean. She remembers the last time she did this and relishes in the taste of Beca's come as opposed to the memory of her own.
She closes her eyes and moans exaggeratedly at the taste before looking down to gauge Beca's reaction.
Beca's asleep, or at least she looks asleep, probably spent. Chloe stares blatantly down at her exposed body, enjoying the only time she can remember where it didn't feel like Beca was trying to fast forward events and get out of there as soon as she could.
Chloe smiles softly, grabs the blanket they disregarded at the foot of the bed and drapes it over them. Then she snuggles into Beca's side, throwing an arm over her stomach and slipping a leg between hers.
These are the moments Chloe lives for. When she feels safe and secure, when she doesn't have to worry about anything else and just live in the present, when she just doesn't think.
And with the feel of Beca's skin under her fingertips and the warmth she feels all over her body, it shouldn't have been such a surprise when the next three words leave her mouth.
"I love you," she whispers into the dark, immediately clasping a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening.
She's made a terrible mistake and she knows it instantly because Beca stiffens (she was apparently was not asleep at all), stops breathing for a while, opens her eyes and slips out of Chloe's loose embrace.
Chloe dares not say anything, hand still firmly clasped over her mouth, lest she say something she'd regret (again).
Beca soundlessly picks up her clothes and puts them on as Chloe watches with a horrified expression. Her eyes begging her silently to understand and to let this whole situation go. It doesn't reach her at all because then she power walks out of the room like there was something deadly in there and trying to kill her.
The door shuts with a soft click and as always, Chloe is left alone in the dark.
AN. So what'd you think? If you leave a review, the aca-gods will bless you.