A/N Hello all! Well, it's about that time. Trying my hand at the One Shot. This is inspired by our girl Kendrick singing Sunday Candy. Short, and sweet. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. xx

I. Sunday Candy

As her mind caught up with her waking body, she felt her bare skin against the single sheet that draped over her. Undressed in a beautiful mess, Beca Mitchell was beginning to stir. Her eyes remained closed as her left hand began to slide up along her body, her finger tips grazing over her soft skin. Her hand continued to graze her thigh, jumping up to her breast, and slowly to her wild hair. Her small digits explored her deep brown locks—soon tracing over her eyelids as a means of assistance. She somehow needed to rub her eyes to ensure that they would indeed open—they were so heavy after all. What a lull, what a peaceful sleep she finally managed.

She began to stretch out her legs before she dared to open her eyes. Waking up this morning was a process, one in which she had every intention of prolonging. It felt so good. This bed felt so good. She laid out her arms and began to stretch her upper half as well. She had shaved her legs the night before, therefore causing pure bliss when she felt the sheets running along them. It was such a good stretch, too. Beca felt a small squeal escape her lips as she stretched as far as she could. Her body soon folded into itself as she took a deep breath in.

Cinnamon.

A small smile began to pull at Beca's lips. She couldn't fight it. With her eyes still closed, she smiled in full. She took that left hand once more and placed in down on the mattress. She began to slowly slide her hand directly across from her body, making a curious journey over to the other side of the bed. Her nomad of a hand had crossed into new land, new territory. Interestingly enough, this land was undiscovered—abandoned. She moved her hand up and down—all God's graces flat and empty. Her hand moved north to the mountains, climbing up the pillow opposite hers. Again, unoccupied. Everything ripe for the taking.

Beca furrowed her eyebrows and questioned.

Beca allowed her eyes to slowly open, finally. The room was in a low glow of the morning light—a shade of purple. It must have been quite early. Her gaze followed to her hand that was resting on the pillow next to hers; taking in the fact that she had so much room available. This made her heart sink a bit—but not fully. She pushed her hand down on the mattress once more, allowing her to turn her body over.

The small DJ adjusted her eyes to the growing light peeking through the two windows. She registered the rising sun and the golden silhouette of a woman. This woman's back was to Beca. The brunette studied this view, and instantly agreed with it. She was familiar with the plaid shirt draped along this woman. It was her own shirt, of course. In fact, it was the very plaid shirt that Beca was wearing the night before. She loved that purple shirt. It was her favorite. Her eyes ran along the line of this shirt, lower and lower until the she reached the tail—which was painfully teasing. Suddenly she was graced with the woman's bare skin, her lower, firm ass exposed. Never mind the fact that her wild red hair was somehow perfectly placed along her backside. Tossed, mangled, and quite long.

This woman was standing still, peering out the window into the beaming world—shifting into life. This day was just beginning—still a virgin. Untouched, unharmed, vulnerable. As this woman stared out into this bliss, Beca stared at her own. Beca drew in a slow, deep breath once more, taking everything in. It was silent.

Beca watched as the redhead lowered her head—shifting a bit. It seemed as if whatever was on her mind was causing her to change direction now, causing her to turn. Oh what a sight this will be. As the woman slowly began to make her shift, Beca waited in agony. She waited for the beauty—already having seen so much of it. Nothing could ever prepare her. Each and every single time—her breath was always taken away. Make no mistake, Beca's breath caught when those blue eyes met her own.

"Chloe fucking Beale." Beca murmured quietly.

The redhead did not respond. She continued to stare at Beca from across the room. It was interesting that this woman could say so much with just a look. Right now, Chloe was saying Good morning, Beca. I am so fucking happy that you chose me.

As the two wild-looking women longingly stared at one another, it was Chloe that made the first move. Beca watched as a slow smile crept itself along Chloe's perfect lips as she moved towards the bed. Beca wasn't ready for this. It was more of an of fuck moment. Then again, she was never fully prepared any time this girl approached her. It was staggering. It was nerve-wracking. It was sexy—every fucking time.

The two never said a true word. Chloe reached the edge of the bed and looked down at the bare brunette. The cheery girl crawled on top of the bed, and on top of her girl, straddling her slowly—mounting her like a horse. She peered down at the smaller girl—wild red locks framing her sweet face.

"Good morning, girlfriend." Chloe said softly, sweetly, sincerely.

Beca was hit suddenly. Her heart melting. Her stomach tensing with all of those fucking butterflies. She couldn't seem to get a word out. She needed to respond, however. You can't leave something like that unanswered! Beca took both of her hands and took hold of that long plaid shirt—pulling at the opening collar. She led her girlfriend down to her face, wrapping her pleading lips around Chloe's.

Cinnamon.

It was a short kiss, however incredibly deep. Just as Chloe was raising her head slightly, pulling back, Beca finished this kiss with a playful buck of her chin—finishing off Chloe's lips. Chloe giggled, biting her lip as she raised her body back in a full rider's position. Looking down along Beca, she took her hand and placed it along Beca's cheekbone. She rested her hand there, reassuringly.

"Today will be better, baby." Chloe whispered.

It had been a hard week. They all seemed difficult, actually. The weeks grew longer and longer. There never seemed to be enough hours in a day. Even if there were, it was hard to see the allure of it. Work had consumed Beca—it was a new job. An internship. It should have been exciting, and incredible. Beca understood that she had to pay her dues—and that was fine. That was to be expected. She just assumed she would have a better grip on things by now. She thought she would be happier by now. Not only that, but the work week kept her from her new girlfriend. This was unacceptable. Beca was tired, Beca was frustrated. Beca was horny. How could being in a full time position suffice?!

Sundays. God love 'em.

Beca smiled at her girlfriend, so grateful she was there. Finally. She had been waiting for her all week long. This was always the finish line, the light at the end of the tunnel. Time with Chloe. Real time. Thankfully weekends were somewhat of a promise. Get through this shit now, and get rewarded.

Chloe beamed down at her naked girl, pressing her thighs tighter around the DJ's waist. Beca seemed to raise her hips slightly in response. Chloe noticed Beca's nipples through the thin sheet. She took her hands and playfully grazed the top of this sheet, tracing patterns along the mounds underneath. Beca could feel the sensation of this gentle touch. Her skin vibrated in response, quite charged. Chloe could do whatever she wanted to the smaller girl—she had the rights now. It was the fucking best.

"Are you feeling better, Becs?" Chloe asked softly.

Saturday night ended with Beca on her knees. Chloe sat on the side of the bed looking down at her girlfriend—as she sat in between her legs. Beca's hands were on Chloe's thighs. She was looking up at the cheery girl—quite diminished, quite undone. She was upset, she was stressed. She was so frustrated. It was as if she collapsed at the finish line—a line that was her girlfriend's crotch. Yes, a finishing line.

They fucked all night. Chloe took it upon herself to fuck Beca, really. The poor girl had been venting to her fiery red girlfriend all week. Suddenly this night in particular, Beca couldn't even speak. She simply fell in front of Chloe, and begged for help.

"Yes ma'am." Beca said, slyly. She meant it too. Monday was coming so fast, yes. However right now, there was nothing to do but revel in the fact that this Beale girl was on top of her, and was in love with her.

Fuck off, Monday.

"Good. What shall we do today, then?" Chloe giggled.

Beca smiled up at her, not saying a word. Instead, she bit her lip and looked Chloe up and down. She raised her body up and met Chloe's gaze, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her body against her now exposed breasts. Her sweet, sweet girl was ripe for the taking. Her scent, her taste—everything sinful. Chloe was certainly a treat. No one could argue this. Beca would soon be experiencing sugar rush.

"It's Sunday. Let me worship you, Chlo." Beca said in a husky tone.

"—You already do, Becs." Chloe laughed.

"You're fucking hysterical, Beale." Beca rolled her eyes.

"I'll let you worship me some more, babe. On one condition." Chloe smirked down at her girlfriend.

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"You worship me all day. You, me, this bed. No clothes. No phones. Nothing. I've never spent the whole day in bed with someone I—"

Chloe caught herself.

"What if I have to pee?" Beca asked.

"BECA!" Chloe rolled her eyes in return. It was a thing they did.

"—I love you too, Chlo." Beca winked. "Deal."

"It's not like I have anything to do today." Beca said, elated.