A/N: Oooooh I think you guys will like this one. I really like it! The next chapter of this one in Chloe's POV will have some parts that are left out of this one intentionally.

Ch 1.

Beca held Chloe's hand as she opened the door to the club they'd spent the last few hours in to let Chloe out first. She let out a surprised laugh when the redhead hurried into the night, pulling Beca behind her by their still joined hands.

The cool night air welcomed Beca after the night on the crowded dance floor. The younger girl laughed again when she felt herself being twirled enthusiastically while Chloe continued to sing the song still playing inside the building. The taller girl spun her and then pulled her against her. Beca's arms reflexively moved to circle Chloe's waist while the other girl's draped around her neck. Chloe's voice dropped to a hum as the two continued to sway back and forth; the music from inside, though muffled, still audible to them on the sidewalk.

Beca grinned at her.

"I take it you had a good time?"

Instead of a verbal response, Beca saw Chloe lean in and gladly welcomed the feel of her sweet lips against her own. She felt the familiar rush go through her body as they kissed. Even after a month of them, those kisses still left her lightheaded.

Technically it was thirty four days, but who was counting?

Thirty four days of Chloe's kisses. Thirty four days of holding her; of going out on dates. Thirty four days of Chloe Beale. Of being able to call her hers.

It still blew her mind.

When they separated, Beca placed a smirk on her face.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Chloe giggled and pressed her forehead to Beca's, "That's a hell yes."

Beca smiled proudly as they walked hand in hand to the car. They kissed quickly once more before getting into their respective doors and she began to drive towards Chloe's apartment. As she drove, Beca's mind came up with the thought that she truly wasn't ready for the night to end. She wasn't ready to go back to her room at her dad's, where she was staying until school started up again, and lying awake well into the night with thoughts of Chloe racing through her head.

In the month that they'd been together, they hadn't yet been together and honestly it was something she'd been thinking about more and more.

During the times their kissing sessions got more heated, Beca would be struck with the same questions that plagued her each time.

Would this be the time when they went further? Was Chloe hoping they would? How much experience did her girlfriend have? Would she care that Beca had less? Ok, none?

Beca had had her share of girlfriends her and there, but truth be told she'd never, for lack of a better phrase, gone all the way.

As much as she felt the desire to go forward, and boy did she feel it, Beca was also concerned that she didn't know how to give Chloe what she wanted or needed.

"Hey," she heard her girlfriend say to get her out of her head as they pulled up to the building; she turned to face her, "What are you thinking about so hard?"

"Nothing much."

Beca had no intention to share these thoughts with Chloe. The last thing wanted was for her to know how often she thought about it. Having Chloe think she went home after each date and… took care of herself with the redhead in mind would be mortifying.

Sure, it was pretty much true, but she didn't need to know that.

"You want to come in for a while?"

Beca tried not to agree too quickly to the invite and was soon stepping into Chloe's shared apartment.

She was definitely happy Aubrey was visiting her family and only a few minutes later that happiness became full on praise when she found herself in a heated make out session on the couch.

As it continued to heat up, those thoughts came around again; especially when she felt Chloe's warm palm come to rest on her thigh. The questions came speeding through her head and it was almost as if Chloe could hear them too because she suddenly pulled back.

"What's wrong?" the redhead asked her.

"What? Nothing," she answered quickly, "I'm sitting here with my gorgeous girlfriend, why would you think anything's wrong?"

Chloe ran a hand over her hair, taming it with a chuckle.

"For starters, you're kind of rambling," she pointed out, "Second, every time we're kissing you're all into it for a while and then it's like you, I don't know, hit a wall or something. I can feel a change in what you're doing; like you're overthinking."

Beca looked down at her hands and began playing with her fingers.

"Oh."

She didn't realize Chloe could tell. A slender hand came into her vision and covered her own, causing her to look back up.

"What is it?"

Beca sighed and tried to dismiss it, "It's nothing."

"Beca," Chloe's voice came again; asking her to be honest.

"It's just…ok, how many people have…" she paused, deciding she didn't really want to know, "Chloe, our, um, experience levels are probably pretty different. It makes me nervous, ok?"

Chloe chuckled, "Is that really what you've been so worried about?"

"Well, yeah."

"First of all, I haven't exactly been all around you know. I've only been with a couple people; it's not a big deal."

Beca laughed nervously.

"Well, even just once means it's more than me."

"Oh," she heard the redhead say after an awkward moment, "You mean, you've never?"

Beca pressed her hands against her face and groaned before pulling them back, "I'm sorry, I totally killed the mood. It's just, I don't know what you're used to or expecting and I don't even know if you're thinking about those things yet, but ok, yes, I am. I think about it. I think about it a lot and yeah, I'm nervous."

Beca was surprised when Chloe's lips returned to hers. When she pulled back, she slid her fingers through Beca's hair.

"I think about it, too," she told her, "I want that with you, and yes I've been with a few people, but they weren't you. I'm nervous to be with you because you mean more to me than any of them did. Our first time, when we have it, will be amazing because it's ours. Trust me, whenever you're ready, I'll be so happy to experience it and learn everything about you."

Beca took a moment to look at the unbelievable girl at her side as her words sunk in. Taking a breath to gather her courage, Beca pushed forward and pressed a passionate kiss to Chloe's lips. She wrapped her arms around her tightly hoping to convey how much she wanted and felt for her. Chloe seemed to get the message as she separated just long enough to breathlessly ask:

"Are you sure?"

Beca nodded feverishly, "I'm sure," she licked her lips, "I just might need some…coaching."

Chloe smiled and rose to her feet, pulling Beca up by the hand and leading them to her bedroom.

Beca paused when they were sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at her with eyes full of desire and nervousness.

"We'll go slow," Chloe reassured her once more before gently encouraging Beca to lay back while she carefully covered her with her own body.

Beca's breath shuddered as she gazed up at her while Chloe removed her shirt. Her hand shook with anxiousness and she found herself whispering, "Can I touch you?"

Chloe nodded and Beca felt her heart speed up as her fingers danced over the warm skin above her.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Beca nodded, "Yes."

Afterwards, Beca's bare chest heaved up and down dramatically as she lay flat on her back, hair a mess against the pillow; her lung and heart attempting to regulate their rhythms once more. The sheet shifted, a brush of cool air danced over her sweat coated skin as Chloe crawled up to settle beside her.

Beca rested a palm against her slick forehead as she tried to speak.

"That was…" searched as her brain seemed to forget the English language, "Wow. I mean… wow."

The redhead propped her head up on her elbow and looked at her.

"You ok?" she heard Chloe ask, "How do you feel?"

"It feels like, like everything is different," Beca turned her head on the pillow to glance at Chloe, "Do you feel different? Wait, you've already…never mind. Should this be a quiet moment?"

Chloe chuckled at her adorable rambling and wrapped her arms around Beca's waist and pulled her to hold her closer.

"You're right," she spoke, "Everything is different."

Beca wasn't sure exactly how long it was when she fell asleep in Chloe's arms, but it felt like just a second before she was waking up.

For a minute she was sure the night before had all been a dream, a vivid one, but a dream nonetheless. That was until she felt the sheets against her nude body and noticed she was sore in all the right places. Rolling over, she was puzzled when she found the sunlight draped across an empty mattress.

She slid out and noticed some clothes folded on the corner of the bed. Assuming Chloe had left them out for her; she dressed in the slightly too long sweats and shirt and made her way out. Her bare feet slid across the floor until found her girlfriend at the stove.

Beca had to stop for a minute and just stand there to watch Chloe. The redhead looked breathtaking in a pair of short shorts and a tank top.

She couldn't help the smile that spread over her face at the sight and a sudden thought came to her. One unlike the usual barrage she was accustomed to when it came to her relationship with Chloe. It was so sudden and unexpected she had to put a hand to her chest and lean against the wall before her knees could give out.

It actually frightened her with how powerful it was. How true it was.

That she wanted to spend every morning like this.

That it was undeniable now…

She was in love.

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