Hey, guys.
It's my first Bechloe story. I'm nervous!
So, it's probably a little ooc, though I tried really hard.
I could've added a bit more, but it was really late when I wrote it and I need the idea out of my head. It's been there for a while, only now got the courage to write it.
I hope I did a decent job.
Enjoy!

*first uploaded to AO3, then I decided to share it on here as well*

It's rare that Chloe gets the Bellas' house all the herself. It's not like she cares too much about privacy and she loves being a part of such an amazing group of girls. But even Chloe Beale needs alone time; not as frequently as most people, yet it happens.

Chloe's timing couldn't have been better, too. Amy went to see Bumper, or more accurately go on their usual Thursday date, if you can call banging from sunset to sunrise a date. Stacie took Flo on her quest for her own warm body, but not before Chloe made sure they had condoms in their purses. Legacy had her first date with Benji, which she was extremely excited about the whole week. Stacie was the one who helped her get ready and to Chloe's surprise, Emily only got an update to her own style. Cynthia Rose had a meeting with the equivalent of AA, just for gambling. Jessica and Ashley went out to see a movie. Chloe saw Lily leaving the house dressed in camouflage and decided not to ask questions; possible deniability.

Chloe knew Beca had to stay late at the place where she intern at. They had a big meeting about a new upcoming musician and her boss told her she needed to be present. Since the retreat Beca was open, as open as Beca Mitchell can be, about her internship. She even let some of her excitement be shown when she told Chloe about her boss liking Emily's song that they work on together.

That's how Chloe found herself home alone. She planned on Skyping with Aubrey later and watching reruns of friends or some movie after taking a relaxing shower. Before doing all that, Chloe had one thing she had to do. So she went upstairs, to her and Stacie's room and closed the door. She looked deep in her closet, to find a small box that was hidden behind all of her shoes. The ginger smiled triumphantly at the small, pink object and stood up. She placed it on her bed and moved to take her clothes off; all besides her bra. Chloe wasn't surprised by the slight wetness that already formed between her legs; it's been ages since she slept with anyone or even touched herself properly.
Getting the group ready for World's, the fact that they had to win to save the Bellas hanging over her head, losing their harmony and Beca drifting from them, her, took its toll. Every time Chloe tried to relieve the stress, she got close to the blissful feeling, but couldn't finish. It only frustrated her more.
Now that they got everything sorted out, Chloe hoped her mind would let her feel that nature high she's craving for.

Being alone gave Chloe the freedom to go all the way and enjoy herself properly. She could take her time, use that toy that was left in the back of her closet for too long and scream as she, hopefully, gets the release she needed.
To get ready, the redhead lit a few scented candles and put music on. She laid on the bed, her legs spread open, and turned her vibrator on.

When the toy touched her flesh, Chloe thought thattonight it's finally going to happen.

The meeting at Residual Heat was awkward for Beca. Her boss expected them to come up with ideas that would make the singer that just sign at the label, known around the world. When Beca brought up a couple of ideas, her boss seemed to like them, otherwise he wouldn't have lectured Dax again and send him to do a lap around the building. Beca felt like she was getting on her boss's good side, like this internship can be the good start she needs when she'd finally move to LA. That feeling Beca kept inside, locked with a couple of locks. She didn't want to get ahead of herself, to have hope only for it to crush her at the end. She still had a long rode ahead of her, even just until graduation.

It was an exhausting day and thankfully, Beca had Stacie's car. Her friend told her she was going out and planned on drinking. Being a responsible adult, Stacie wasn't going to drink and drive, so she had no problem with Beca taking her car. Beca, on her end, was glad she didn't have to take a cab; most drivers talk to much, it's not something the young woman appreciates. She put gas in it on her way back, her own way to thank Stacie without actually revealing her feelings.

On her way from the car to the house, Beca checked her phone, lifting her eyes every so often to make sure she won't fall or bump into something. That happened to her way too many times than she's willing to admit. She saw a couple of texts from Emily, telling her she's about to go on her date and one saying it's going better than she thought. Emily wrote she'll come by to tell Beca all about it when she gets home, leaving Beca wondering when did she become the girl other girls come to speak to about their dates. 'That's what you get when you get close to people' Beca told herself. She didn't mind too much, Emily was cool and Beca didn't have much time left to spend with her anyway.

Beca's next text was a picture of Stacie and Flo with drinks in hand and the caption 'You're missing all the fun, aca-bitch.' Beca let her lips curve up just slightly and shook her head.

She put her phone in her jeans back pocket and unlocked the door. She knew most of the girls are out for the evening, since for some reason they update her about those things. So Beca closed and locked the door behind her and walked inside. The place looked empty, making the young woman happy; she could use the silence, even the briefest.

She walks up the stairs and can hear 'Titanium' playing from a room on the other side of hers. Guessing which Bella is listening to it, Beca no longer need to text her co-captain to see what she's up to, which strangely became a habit. Beca put her bag on her bed and made her way to Chloe's room.

She faintly knocked and opened the door. "Feeling nostalgic, are-" Beca stopped at the sight in front of her, one she never thought she'd ever see. Her mouth became dry when she saw Chloe, on her bed, her back arched and her hand between her legs. "Oh, shit, dude!" She quickly turned, blush covering her cheeks and the tip of her ears.

"B-Beca." Chloe let out, but it didn't come out shocked or mortified. It sounded more like a choked moan. A desperate one if Beca didn't know better.

"Fuck, dude, I'm sorry, Chlo." Beca mumbled as she closed the door again and quickly went back to her room. She knew this song was Chloe's 'lady jam' from the day the redhead got in her shower stall, when she saw a very naked Chloe not even bothering to cover herself up. Beca scolded herself all the way to her room.

Chloe was still. She was almost there, just a few more strokes and she would've gotten her very much needed climax. She was in deep need that she didn't even know what she was fantasizing about until Beca barged in and it became too real too fast.

The ginger is not one to be embarrassed easily and if it was anyone else at any other time, it wouldn't have bothered her. No, it had to be Beca and it had to be just when she imagined... Chloe let out a groan and turned the vibrator off, letting it fall next to her on the mattress. She closed her legs and took a few deep breaths.

Chloe had to go talk to Beca and take a cold shower. Neither could've waited.

She settled on washing her hands and face, then made her way to Beca's room. She knew the other girl too well to be sure she's dying from embarrassment. Chloe simply needed to explain, let Beca know it's fine and put it behind them. All of it, especially that sweet... No! Chloe shook her head, she can't be thinking those things; it's creepy and oh, so wrong.

Of course, when Chloe reached Beca's room, the young woman had her headphones on and her eyes fixed on her laptop's screen. Chloe took a moment to appreciate the view, smiling for a couple of seconds, before walking in. She made herself known by waving in front of Beca. Warmth mixed with guilt washed her as she saw Beca's nervous expression.

"Hey, can we talk?" The redhead asked after Beca moved her headphones to rest over her neck.

"We don't need to, it's all cool." Beca said, looking anywhere but at her best friend.

"Clearly." Chloe replied sarcastically and set on the bed, leaving enough space between them. "I thought you'd come home later and everyone else is out, so I-"

Beca put her hand up, signaling for Chloe to stop. "No need to explain. I shouldn't have entered like that." Still avoiding any eye contact. "I'm sorry for, you know, disturbing you and all that."

Chloe melted at the awkwardness unique to Beca and tried not to think of the throbbing between her legs. "I was just so stressed about Das Sound Machine, the future of the Bellas and actually graduating this year." Chloe sighs and continued. "And I hadn't had sex in months, so I thought to take advantage of being all alone-"

"-And I ruined it for you." Beca adds apologetically. "I'm sorry you didn't get to, you know, get rid of all the stress.." She said and the blush came back to her cheeks.

"It's fine." Not at all, Chloe never been that sexually frustrated in her entire life. But Beca being comfortable was more important to her and the girl said she's sorry way too many times. Chloe needed her Beca back. "I can always finish up later." She winks, hoping to get a usual Beca Mitchell response.

"Dude! Way too much information." Beca exclaims, finally meeting Chloe's eyes. They both relaxed as the tension broke.

"I guess you got me back for sneaking into your shower." Chloe joked and ran her hand through her hair.

"That's one way to look at it." Beca replied and Chloe saw a tiny hint of a smile.

"So, we're cool, right? And I want the truth, Mitchell." She reached her hand and poked Beca's side.

Beca jumped and moved away from the threat. She nodded when it was safe and Chloe took her arm back.

"Good." Chloe stood up. "I'm going to take a shower. Maybe we can order food and find something to laugh at after?" She suggested with a smile.

"Yeah, ok." Beca answered easily. She preferred blasting music in her ears to make her forget what she saw, but didn't want to hurt Chloe's feelings.

Chloe said she'd be back when she's done and told Beca to order whatever she wanted. Beca knew what she liked on her Pizza or for Chinese food or Indian, so it wasn't an issue.

They met again when the ginger called Beca from the stairs, telling her to bring her laptop as well. Beca wasn't a fan of movies, but she was good at finding funny shit on the web; good distraction.

They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching pranks videos or music parodies.

Chloe wasn't thinking about her fantasy, what it meant or why she had it or the way seeing Beca at her door, when she was just about to climax, intensified her need.

Beca wasn't thinking how Chloe practically moaned her name or how gorgeous she looked on her bed. Almost naked.

No, they didn't think about it or the way their body reacted to those thoughts.

I'd really like to know if you liked it.

'till next time. Maybe.