Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Title: Something In the Water

Rated M.

Anon prompt: Chloe and Beca are hiding their relationship for a while so they're not burdened by their friends' opinions on the relationship, but they can't seem to keep their hands to themselves *wink wink*. Over time, the Bellas all find out, and their reactions are entertaining. Do with it what you will. Thanks!

A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for anon. I wrote half of it after drinking a bottle of wine, so I hope it doesn't suck. Lol. Thank you for a great prompt. I had fun writing it.

Beca scooted her feet down the hallway towards Bellas rehearsal, mentally preparing herself for yet another one of Aubrey's rambling lectures. From out of nowhere, she felt herself being unceremoniously yanked into a nearby janitor's closet. Before she could utter a word of protest, she found herself roughly shoved up against the wall and assaulted by a pair of hungry lips. Recognizing the familiar touch and recovering from her initial shock, she began returning the frantic kisses. Her abductor pulled back, leaving her craving for more contact. Her needs were fulfilled when the same pair of hungry lips attached themselves to her neck. Softly moaning, she leaned her head back against the wall, granting better access to her captor. She could feel hot breaths trailing across her skin. Sharp teeth bit down hard on her pulse point, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the DJ.

Her abductor finally spoke up. "I've been dying to do that all day," Chloe purred out seductively, her hot breath caressing the DJ's ear.

Beca went to pull the redhead back in, but was met with resistance. She shot the other woman a quizzical look.

"We don't want to be late to practice. How would we explain it to Aubrey?" Chloe asked, gazing at the DJ mischievously.

Beca huffed out a sigh, letting her head fall back against the wall with a muted thud. "Shit…"

The couple had recently discovered their feelings for each other, but had mutually decided to keep it on the down low for a while. They both agreed that it was better that way, as they were both unsure about how their relationship would be received by their fellow Bellas.

Chloe slowly cracked the door open and peeked her head out to be sure no one was around. Turning her head around, she shot Beca a sexy smile and a wink. "I'll see you at practice." And with that, she was gone.

The DJ shook her head, trying to pull herself together before she walked out of the janitor's closet. "Jesus… she's trying to kill me." the brunette muttered to herself. She straightened out her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair. As luck would have it, the moment she walked out the door, she came face to face with Cynthia Rose.

The other woman eyed Beca curiously, her gaze alternating between the door she had just come out of and back to the flustered DJ. "Uh, Beca… Why are you coming out of the closet?"

The shorter woman had to hold back a laugh at the absurdity and the irony of the question that had just been asked. "Uh, well…I, uh… Beca stammered. "I just got caught up thinking about an idea I had for a new mix, and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I just went in the wrong door." Beca chuckled nervously, hoping the other woman would buy her story.

Cynthia Rose simply gave her another strange look and then walked off, shaking her head and muttering something about crazy ass white girls.

Bellas rehearsal proved to be pure torture for the DJ. Chloe was taking every opportunity she could to mercilessly tease the other woman. Beca was certain the universe was plotting against her when Aubrey made the decision to work on choreography. Of course, the redhead had capitalized on the opportunity to get close to her. She cursed silently as she lost timing, knowing that Chloe would be quick to "help" her get the steps right.

Beca's mind was racing as she felt Chloe's hips slowly grind into her from behind. Fuck fuck fuck… It was all she could do to keep from spinning around and tackling the other woman to the ground and fucking her senseless. Other Bellas be damned. Chloe slowly ran her hands down the DJ's arms, taking hold of her hands and guiding them in the proper form. Leaning down close to the shorter woman's ear, Chloe whispered the counts softly. The hot breath blowing on the DJ's ear was driving her mad. Both women turned their heads to face each other, getting lost in one another's gaze.

They were snapped back to reality when someone nearby cleared their throat awkwardly. Beca looked around, seeing that everybody had dropped what they were doing and were now staring at them. Both girls jumped back like they'd been burned, suddenly finding interest in other things around them. The other Bellas exchanged amused glances before returning to what they were doing.

A week later Beca and Chloe found themselves alone in the auditorium before rehearsals. They had agreed to meet up early so they could spend some alone time together. Seizing the opportunity, Chloe slowly made her way over to the DJ, tugging the girl in by her collar for a kiss. Beca felt the redhead's tongue slide into her mouth. Chloe gently pushed her, backing her up until she felt the back of her thighs hit the piano. Between kisses, Beca attempted to be the voice of reason.

"We shouldn't….mmmm… be doing this here." Beca said halfheartedly as the redhead began sucking and biting her way down the DJ's neck. "What if someone walks in?"

"Don't worry. Practice doesn't start for another hour." the redhead breathed out. "That gives us plenty of time."

Beca couldn't bring herself to stop what was happening if she had wanted to as Chloe began kneading her breasts through the material of her shirt. Slowly, the redhead unbuttoned the DJ's shirt, making quick work of it until Beca was left wearing only her bra. She turned her attention back to the DJ's mouth while she brought her hand up and resumed kneading Beca's breast through her bra. She snaked her other arm behind Beca, deftly unhooking the clasp on her bra. She broke away from the brunette, removing the piece of clothing and haplessly tossing it to the side. Sliding down the shorter woman's body, she captured a taut nipple in her mouth, biting down lightly while her other hand skillfully massaged the other breast. Beca leaned back placing both hands on the keys of the piano causing a loud noise to erupt from the instrument. Desperate moans fell from the brunette's mouth.

Sensing the other woman's need for more contact, Chloe reached down and unbuttoned Beca's jeans, sliding her hand down to where the brunette needed her most. Not wasting any time, Chloe began to rub Beca's clit, eliciting soft curses from the smaller woman.

Chloe slid down the DJ's body into a kneeling position and pulled the brunette's jeans and underwear down, letting them pool around her ankles. She kissed her way up Beca's thighs, all the while still rubbing the girl's swollen bud. She brought her mouth up to the other woman's slick folds, replacing her fingers with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck, yes! God Chloe…." Beca moaned out, throwing her head back in pleasure.

The redhead slowly entered Beca with one finger, building up a steady rhythm before adding a second digit. She sucked and nibbled on the DJ's engorged clit, steadily moving her fingers in and out of the other woman.

Beca could feel herself getting close. She rocked her hips, matching the rhythm of Chloe's fingers. Just as she was nearing climax, she heard a shriek. Looking over, she saw Aubrey and the other Bellas standing at the door with a wide variety of expressions on their faces. Chloe, pulled back quickly, mortified from being caught with her face buried between Beca's legs.

"Oh my GOD!" Aubrey wailed out. "What the hell, Chloe?!

Beca stumbled around attempting to pull her pants up and locate her missing garments.

Chloe buried her face in her hands, too humiliated to actually formulate words. Both Cynthia Rose and Stacie stood, gaping at the scene with aroused looks on their faces. Lilly creeped around in the background, mumbling something that, as usual, no one could understand. Jessica and Ashley looked as if they were ready to faint, and Denise was too busy attempting to get Cynthia Rose to look away to even react to the situation. Fat Amy, being her usual self, was the first to speak up.

"So, this means that 3 of us are lesbians now?" she said in a surprised tone. "What, is it something in the water here?"